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saturnznct · 2 years
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day in the life | njm
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➸ request from anon; hihi cutie could you please write a vlog/day in the life of idol!jaemin with his cuties, hehe thank youuuu <3
➸ note; hi lovely thank u sm for this request!! thank u for waiting for so long, i started writing this before my dad died so i did struggle to go back to it a little, but i hope u love it!!
➸ word count; 2658 words
➸ chaeyeon; aged 12, yewon & jejun; aged 3
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‘Daddy,’ Jaemin awakens to the sound of a childlike voice in his ear. 
His eyes peel open to see his youngest daughter hovering over his face.
‘Oh, hi darling,’ he mumbles, holding out his arms and allowing her to fall onto his chest.
He turns to look at the clock, reading the numbers 7:02am. An acceptable time. 
‘Junie was asleep,’ she sighs.
‘Is Chae awake?’
‘Her door was closed.’
‘Probably asleep then,’ Jaemin hums, ‘did you sleep well?’
‘Yep,’ Yewon mumbles, ‘I had a nice dream, we went to Disney in Japan again and we went on Small World together.’
The two of them lay there for fifteen minutes or so, talking quietly so that you don’t wake up. 
The two of them lay there for fifteen minutes or so, talking quietly so that you don’t wake up. 
The two of them lay there for fifteen minutes or so, talking quietly so that you don’t wake up. 
The two of them lay there for fifteen minutes or so, talking quietly so that you don’t wake up. 
‘Alright my love, should we go and make some breakfast?’
Yewon gasped, ‘can we have pancakes?’
‘Hmm, I don’t know…’
‘Please, daddy,’ Yewon gives her best puppy eyes, pouting.
‘Ok, just because I love you,’ Jaemin kisses Yewon’s cheek, gently lifting her down to the ground and getting out of bed himself.
‘You wanna go wake your sister?’
‘Yeah!’ 
Yewon swiftly toddles to the other side of the house, stopping in front of her older sister’s room. The two of them enter, and Yewon rockets towards Chaeyeon’s bed. 
‘Wake her gently,’ Jaemin whispers, knowing how agitated his pre-teen would get if her toddler sister jumped on her head first thing in the morning.
‘Sis,’ Yewon shakes Chaeyeon’s shoulder. 
‘What, Yewonnie?’ Chaeyeon mumbles. 
‘Time to get up for school, sweetheart,’ Jaemin feels bad for waking her up, knowing the pain from his own high school days.
‘Ok,’ she begins stretching, reaching around for her phone.
‘We’re going to make pancakes, so come down once you’re dressed.’
‘Alright dad.’
Jaemin keeps an eye on Yewon while she watches TV and he makes pancakes. 
Yewon is old enough to recognise the smell of nearly done pancakes, and toddles into the kitchen. 
‘You know when food’s ready, don’t you,’ Jaemin chuckles to himself, ‘what do you want on them?’
‘Syrup please!’ Yewon squeals, hauling her small body up onto the chair. 
‘Oh, ok, just a little bit ok?’ 
Chaeyeon joins them not long later, fully dressed with her hair already done.
Jaemin places her own plate in front of her, pancakes covered in fruit and a small amount of sugar.
Jaemin then goes to wake up Yewon’s twin brother Jejun so he can also eat breakfast.
‘Pancakes?’ He had lisped, holding up his hands and asking to be carried.
Once Jejun was in his seat and Chaeyeon had an eye on the twins, Jaemin’s next job was to wake you up.
‘I’ll get Chae to school,’ you murmur, rubbing your eyes, ‘can you watch the twins?’
‘Of course love,’ he holds the back of your head and lightly kisses your forehead, ‘they’ve all had breakfast. Just throw something comfy on. I’ll sort shoes and everything.’
‘You’re perfect.’
‘I try my best,’ Jaemin grins, letting you start getting dressed.
Once he reached the kitchen again, both of the girls had finished eating and Chaeyeon was tidying away the plates and cutlery. Jejun was still eating.
’Thank you Chae,’ Jaemin smiles, ‘mum/mom’s just getting ready so meet her at the front door and she’ll get you to school.’
‘Kay, thank you for breakfast dad.’
‘You’re welcome angel, just have a good day, alright?’
‘I will!’
You and Chaeyeon leave not long later, leaving Jaemin with the two youngest.
‘Come on, let’s get you cuties dressed.’
From a few years practice, he manages to carry both toddlers at once to their shared bedroom.
By the time you’ve finished your school run, the twins are dressed and Jaemin has done quite a good job. 
’Nooo!’ Jaemin whines when the two of them begin toddling towards the door you’re standing in, showing fake hurt at being abandoned.
He gently grabs the nearest twin, Yewon by the waist and pulls her to him.
’Not so fast!’ He exclaims, tickling her sides prompting her to begin squealing.
‘Yewonnie!’ Jejun giggles, racing back to Jaemin and trying to free his sister.
’Stop tormenting them,’ you laugh as you kick your shoes off, ‘come on, you two, daddy’s got to get ready for his schedule.’
’No,’ the twins whined, ‘why?’
‘I have a photoshoot, babies,’ he explains, gathering them in his arms and holding them by their waists, ‘but I won’t be too long. I’ll be home by dinner time, and we can eat whatever you want!’
‘Dino nugs?’ Jejun suggests.
‘Dino nugs it is,’ Jaemin grins, ‘but you’ll only have dino nuggies if you’re good for mummy/mommy, okay?’
‘Okay, I promise I will,’ Jejun smiles.
Jaemin’s heart aches as he gets dressed. Yewon follows him up to your bedroom, playing with a plushie she found while he goes from room to room getting ready.
‘What are the pictures for?’ she asks, curious about his photoshoot. 
’They’re for a magazine, Yewonnie,’ Jaemin explains, stroking stray black hairs out of her face.
‘Will you be on the front again?’
‘Yeah, I’ll be on the front with uncles,’ Jaemin beams, ‘so I have to go and take the photos!’
‘I’ll miss you until you come back dada,’ she pouts, ‘I’ll be stuck with mummy/mommy.’
‘Hey,’ Jaemin giggles, ‘that’s mean.’
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All day long Jaemin thinks about his babies. What kind of day Chaeyeon was having at school, whether Yewon was behaving herself, which toy helicopter was Jejun’s favourite today.
Once his shoot is over, he calls you.
‘Jaem,’ you answer.
‘Hi baby,’ he grins, even though you can’t see it, ‘we’ve just finished up, so I’ll be on my way home in a few minutes.’
‘Great,’ you sigh without realising it.
‘Long day sweetheart?’ He questions, ‘I’m sorry.’
‘I’m just tired, you don’t need to worry about me,’ you hum, ‘the little ones have really took the life out of me today.’
‘Did they not behave?’
‘No, it’s not that, they’ve just been running round like crazy, didn’t want to stop playing when we had to go pick Chae up..’
‘I’ll make them dinner as soon as I get in the house, and you can have a bath,’ you can almost picture Jaemin’s face live in your mind, bare face and tired eyes, if his deep slurred tone is anything to go by.
‘I should really be offering you that,’ you laugh, considering his hard day at work.
’No, you’re the real hard worker here,’ Jaemin argues, ‘I just took some photos today, you looked after the babies.’
‘Oh, I hear Jun calling for me,’ you yawn, ‘I’ll see you soon Jaem.’
‘See you sweetheart,’ the call clicks off, and you’re left to deal with Jejun’s problem.
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As soon as Jaemin comes through the front door, his youngest girl comes hurtling towards him.
‘Daddy!’ She yells, giggling when he scoops her up into his arms and hugs her tightly.
‘Princess!’
‘Dada,’ Jejun toddles behind her, ‘have you got dino nugs?’
‘Let him get through the door Jun,’ you chuckle as you appear from behind them. Jaemin gets the urge to come up to you and give you his attention, but he knows that he must attend to his needy babies first. 
‘Dino nuggies coming right up little ones,’ he grins, and the twins squeal and run back up to their bedroom.
‘Are you sure you don’t want me to put the dinner in? You should go shower,’ you begin fussing over him, hands flying around in his hair and around his face.
‘I’m just fine sweetheart,’ he smiles, ‘like i said on the phone,’ he kisses the palm of your hand, ‘go run yourself a nice bath.’
You realise that he won’t back down, so you press a kiss to his cheek, ’thank you.’
You disappear up the stairs as Jaemin begins gathering the items he needs to make dinner, including the dinosaur nuggets for the twins, rice, as well as the ingredients for the soup. 
‘Hi sweetheart,’ he greets Chaeyeon who is sitting at the kitchen counter doing some homework.
‘Hey dad, how was your photoshoot?’
‘Long,’ he sighs, ‘but good. I think we got some good photos. Your uncles were asking about you.’
‘Oh really? They ok? How’s little Sanghoon?’ She asks, referring to Jeno’s one year old son.
‘Yeah, just asking how all of you are and how big you are now and stuff like that. I did ask, apparently he’s talking moe and more everyday.’
’That’s crazy, I remember when he was just born.’
’Tell me about it,’ Jaemin smiles, ‘anyway how was school?’
‘Alright,’ Chaeyeon purses her lips, ‘got assigned a ton of homework. Mrs Cha is a sadist, I’m telling you she wants to see me suffer.’
Jaemin laughs, ‘you’re funny Na Chaeyeon. I would offer you help but I don’t think you’d want that.’
‘I don’t think Mrs Cha would want that either.’
‘I can’t argue with that.’
You reappear when dinner is a few minutes away from being ready.
‘Something smells nice,’ you comment, stumbling towards Jaemin and giving him a quick kiss.
‘Gross!’ Chaeyeon shrieks, causing you and Jaemin to start laughing.
You round up the twins from where they’re playing in the living room as Jaemin is dishing out the banchans. 
The five of you tuck in, and you spend most of the dinner asking the twins not to play with their food when they begin making their dinosaur nuggets fight.
Chaeyeon goes back to her homework while you and Jaemin bath the twins separately (together is just too much chaos). 
‘Daddy, please can you read us a story?’ Jejun asks as they climb into their own beds on either side of the bedroom.
‘Which one do you want?’
‘Caterpillar!’
‘The zoo!’
‘We can’t read both!’ Jaemin exclaims, and the twins groan.
‘How about the very hungry caterpillar tonight and the zoo tomorrow?’ Jaemin suggests, hoping to appease them. 
‘Ok,’ they drone, burying themselves under the covers. 
‘Ok so,’ Jaemin settles on the floor between their beds, ‘in the light of the moon, a little egg lay on a leaf.’
Yewon falls asleep practically during the first sentence, but Jejun manages to stick it out until the end.
‘The end,’ Jaemin concludes, gently closing the book and placing it back on the bookshelf. Jejun silently waits for Jaemin to come back and give him a kiss goodnight.
‘Night little one,’ he gives Jejun a kiss, ‘I love you.’
‘Love you too daddy,’ Jejun mumbles, settling further into the covers and closing his eyes.
Jaemin makes his way to the opposite side of the room, where he kisses Yewon on the forehead, mumbling a ‘goodnight, love you.’
He turns the lamp off, so that the only light left in the room is from the twin’s respective nightlights. He leaves the door open ajar so that you’ll hear them if they need you or they can leave the room if they have to.
You and Chaeyeon are both sprawled out on opposite ends of the sofa, Chaeyeon having finished some homework and her chore for the night, washing the dinner dishes.
‘Any room for me?’ Jaemin asks cheekily.
You move your legs away from the middle of the couch, allowing Jaemin to sit down in between you. Once he’s settled you move your feet back onto his lap, and he pats your ankles affectionately.
Chaeyeon plays around on her phone while you and Jaemin focus on the TV, watching a rerun of some reality show you don’t really care too much for. Jaemin draws circles on your bare ankles absentmindedly, eyes occasionally fluttering shut.
‘Gonna go upstairs,’ Chaeyeon announces after a while.
‘Ok, love, we’ll come say goodnight when we come up,’ you tell her, and when she leaves the room, you shift around on the sofa, moving so you can snuggle into Jaemin’s side, feeling the heat radiate from him.
Jaemin just smirks before kissing your hair gently, ‘tired?’
‘A little,’ you admit, ‘feel better after the bath though.’
‘I would’ve liked to have joined you,’ he says and you laugh.
‘One of these days,’ you hum, ‘not a chance now when there’s all these little ones in the house.’
‘It’s our wedding anniversary in a few weeks,’ Jaemin points out, ‘maybe we should book a weekend away or something. Kids can stay with mum/mom and dad.’
‘Good idea,’ you agree, ‘I think your parents would love that, actually. I think they really miss the kids.’
Jaemin sighs, ‘I miss the kids too.’
You smile sadly, ‘you work so hard for them. They know that.’
‘I know, everything I do is for them. But sometimes I just wish that being an idol didn’t mean I had to miss out on so much of their days. It feels like I’m only here in the morning when they go to school and at night when they go to bed. I miss all the in between things. Sometimes I’m not even there at all.’
You spend a few moments thinking of what to say, ‘Jaem-‘
‘I know, it’s just how it is,’ he smiles, beginning to stroke your hair, ‘I’m thinking about reducing the hours I spend at practice. Be here more.’
’They need you Jae-‘
‘You and the kids need me more. This is what I want.’
‘Okay,’ you whisper, smiling when he moves his hands to cradle your face, pressing a kiss to your forehead, and then to your lips.
‘I will, however, be booking that weekend away,’ his face suddenly brightens up, ‘we should do Jeju!’
‘We’ll decide properly tomorrow,’ you laugh.
You watch some more TV for a while, Jaemin occasionally turning to kiss your head or tapping his fingers where they rest on your hips absentmindedly.
‘Wanna go up to bed?’ Jaemin asks when he notices your eyes beginning to droop shut.
‘Yeah, we’ll say goodnight to Chae.’
The two of you ascend the stairs, briefly stopping by the twin’s room. Jaemin sticks his head around the door, heart pinching at the adorable sight of his two youngest, fast asleep, both clutching their respective plushies.
’They’re asleep,’ Jaemin whispers when he comes back around. 
You then gently knock on Chaeyeon’s door.
‘Come in,’ she calls, and you enter to see her sitting on her bed with her laptop.
‘We’re off to bed Chaeyeon-ah,’ Jaemin announces, we’ve come to say goodnight.’
‘Oh, goodnight dad,’ she closes her laptop and pushes it aside.
‘Goodnight angel,’ Jaemin leans down to give her a hug and kiss.
‘Goodnight sweetheart,’ you do the same.
‘Night mama.’
‘Go to bed soon, it’s a school night.’
‘Will do.’
You close her door, leaving you and Jaemin alone. You let out a big yawn, which then sets Jaemin off.
‘We should go to sleep too,’ he suggests.
‘You haven’t showered yet,’ you protest, worried about him and his needs.
‘I’ll do it in the morning,’ he knows he likely won’t have time and that one of the little ones will likely wake him early, but he just wants to crawl into bed with you.
You’re too exhausted to argue, so you just start your trudge into your bedroom. You begin peeling your clothes of the day off immediately, earning you a squeeze on your bare waist by Jaemin, which you squirm at.
He just throws his shirt into the washing basket, burying himself under the covers, and holding his arms out for you. 
’Goodnight sweetheart,’ Jaemin hums, kissing your forehead.
‘Goodnight Jaem,’ you move your head to kiss at where you can reach, being his chin.
And the two of you drift off, knowing you’d have to do it all again tomorrow.
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nctsplug02 · 1 year
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horny dad jaehyun
hands off || jeong.j
genre: fluff and smut
warnings: creampie, horny dad!jaehyun, clit play, dirty talking, sexual touching, groping (ass and tits), nipple kink (sucking and pinching), unprotected sex missionary and riding.
pairing: horny dilf!jaehyun x milf!reader,, extras: dreamies (no mark, sorry!), jaemin as the son and sungchan as the baby brother!
6K post! thank you, loves! i love you all so so much! i am very grateful for you all. thank you for the love and support! 💗
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“mom! dad! i’m home from school! and i brought some friends!” jaemin shouts and tucks his keys away into his backpack.
“welcome home, hon. hi, boys.” you greet the group of teens. “you boys hungry?” you adjust the child on your right hip. “ah, we just had tteokbokki, ma.” jaemin throws a frown towards you. “oh, that’s okay. just let me know if you boys are hungry or bored.”
they all nod before running off to jaemins room.
you turn when hearing heavy breathing. “hey, babe. did you fix rubies sink?” rubie is the seventy-six year old neighbor who lived alone and behind your house. “yep— she tried paying me again, but i declined it.” he yanks his shirt off and uses it to wipe his sweat.
“such a sweet old lady.” you walk up to him and you lift yourself on your tiptoes while pressing your lips onto his.
“is jaemin home now?” you nod, adjusting the boy on your hip again. “he is— and he brought some of his friends. i totally forgot that he’d asked me last week if he could have some friends over to spend the night. i mean, i didn’t even get food and snacks and drinks— oh, my.” you sigh dramatically and jaehyun chuckles. “i can run to the store and get some things for them. board games, snacks, juice, movies, dinner?”
you grin in relief. “i’m so thankful to have you.” you press your hand on his chest before leaning up and pressing your lips onto his again. “and i’m very thankful to have you.” he stares at your lips as you pull away.
the boy on your hip starts to fuss as jaehyun pats your hips. “ooohh’m, you getting mad?” you push your lips out at the boy who starts to whine. “you hungry? mm’okay, let’s get some nummy food.” your husband stares down at you with the toothy and goofiest grin.
“hi, sweet boy. did you just wake up from your nap?” jaehyun asks— after all, the child cried for hours because of a small fever. “what a cutie.” jaehyun lightly pinches the boys cheek.
you frown as the boy starts to whine. “awww, is daddy being mean? say, no daddy. be nice.” you mimic a baby voice and jaehyun laughs.
“alright, i’ll go get the stuff and you’ll feed sungchan?” you nod and jaehyun plants a kiss on your forehead. “okay, i’ll be back in an hour or so.” he says checking his watch. “‘kay, love you.” you lean forward. “love you more.” he presses his lips onto yours before he swipe his phone, keys and wallet off the kitchen counter and leave.
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it was 8PM and dinner was finished.
“jaemin, sweetheart, do you mind doing the dishes before you go play games with dad and your friends?” jaemin nods, quickly finishing his bowl before coming over to you. “thanks, hon.” you side-hug him and press a kiss on his temple.
“mrs jeong, may i know how you made this dish? i want to make it for my mom one day.” haechan asks and you grin.
you were gonna get into this. “i diced some garlic into small pieces and let it simmer in some oil. then i added some meat and let it cook for a bit until adding some oyster sauce and some chili powder. then i added some buk-choi after the meat was cooked.”
the group of boys hum. “did you guys—? oohh, no! channie!” you gasp when seeing channie covered in baby food.
you make your way to the boy who giggles. “he looks like an actual sandman character!” jeno points out making sungchan giggle even more. “is that’s funny, channie?” you ask the boy who tosses his arms up.
“now, we definitely have to give you a bath tonight.” you sigh, undoing the tray from his high-chair and unbuckling him out. “okay, well you boys do what you want— i’m gonna go give this little boy a bath.” you tickle his belly making him giggle.
they watch as you leave upstairs. “what a milf.” haechan makes a comment and earns a smack to his head from jaemin who returns from the kitchen. “i’m sorry.” he hangs his head low and quickly apologizes. “don’t make those comments about my mom.” jaemin grits his teeth and curls his lip.
“alright boys,” jaehyun comes into the dining room and claps his hands together. “you boys ready to play some games? i set it all up.” they quickly cheer and hop out of their seats.
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“is everyone comfortable?” you ask after the movie is finished. “yes!” they all answer and you grin.
it was 11PM and they’d just finish playing games, meanwhile you had to put sungchan to bed before wishing the boys a goodnight.
“goodnight, kiddos. sweet dreams and, don’t let the bedbugs bite. tomorrow we’ll get up early and i’ll make some delicious breakfast for us before we head out and mess around.” you shut the light off and they all wish you a goodnight as you shut the door.
you sigh as you make your way to your bedroom. “hi, baby.” jaehyun was yanking off his shirt when he greets you. “hi, hon.” you tiredly grin, swiping your shirt off and grab the shirt he had just took off.
“ah,” his head turns to you. “baby, that’s dir—?” he pauses and clears his throat. “your.. you aren’t wearing a bra.” you toss the shirt over your head. “yeah, i didn’t feel like wearing one today.” you fix the shirt.
you look up to see your husband flushed.
after being married for years, he’d always get shy when seeing you naked.
“uhm,” he clears his throat. “i’ve been wearing that shirt all day, im sure it’s dirty. how about we get you a clean one of mine from the closet—?” you press your lips together. “mm, i guess you have a point.”
he gulps as you swipe the shirt off again. “or.. or you don’t have to wear a shirt to bed, tonight?” a smile grows on your lips. “i guess we could also do that.” he gets giddy as you toss the shirt.
“i feel.. so exposed?” you laugh and cover yourself. “what? no, no. you look so beautiful.” he takes a step closer and cups your breast from underneath.
with puppy eyes, he looks at you. “may i?” you knew what he wanted, so you nodded.
he picked you up and places you on the dresser under the TV. his mouth is then attached to you nipple after you had wrapped your arms around his neck.
he groans in satisfaction.
you tasted like sweet honey.
you run your fingers through his semi-wet hair. taking a fistful of it from the scalp. you chew on your bottom lip, not wanting to be loud as you moan quietly.
he tongue swirls around your hard nipple and sucks. he bites down making you gasp a bit. “mr jeong,” you say in a teasing tone. he groans around your nipple, again and lifts you off the dresser.
he lays you down on the bed and climbs on top of you. “my pretty lady.” he whispers, swiping your nipple with his thumb. “such a pretty.. pretty lady.” he undoes his sweats and hisses when grazing his rock-hard cock.
“feel what you do to me, baby.” he brings your hand down and allows you to fist his cock. “oh, baby.” he groans, hiding his face into your neck.
you lift his head and look down at his plumped lips. “you’re so loud, baby. do you want to wake up the boys?” jaehyun groans and brings his red face back into the crook of your neck. you grab his hand and push aside your panties, placing his hand on your core.
“fuck, you’re so wet.” jaehyun sighs and slips in two fingers making you arch your back off the bed. “and only for you.” you whisper and jaehyun flips the two of you over.
“ride me, baby.” jaehyun says, his pink cock sitting against his abdomen while your pussy drips.
you stand his cock up and sink yourself down on his cock. long extended groans leaving jaehyun and your throats.
“fuck.” jaehyun squeezes your waist and slowly pushes up. “slow.” you say, hands around his wrists. “whatever you want, baby.” jaehyun guides your hips back and forth.
your clit rubbing against his base as you moan under your breath.
you sigh and lower your upper half down, pressing your breasts firmly against jaehyuns chest. “how does it feel, baby?”
like your head weighted 300 pounds.
“feels.. so amazing.” jaehyun holds your hips still and pushes up his hips. “sit still and let me hear how pretty you sound.” jaehyun grunts and slides his hand down your ass cheek.
your moans and whimpers growing louder and louder by each second. “j—jae, i—i’m gonna cum.” you gasp and arch your chest against jaehyuns. “go ahead, baby. cum for me.”
jaehyun fucks you through your orgasm. “ah—!” jaehyun winces at your teeth digging into his shoulder. “fuck, baby.” jaehyun groans and plows harder. his balls flying up and smacking against your ass.
“b—babe!” jaehyun covers your mouth when you accidentally scream too loud. but, you could care less. your g-spot was busy being assaulted by his tip. “and, i—im the loud one?” jaehyun laughs.
after several more minutes, jaehyun releases his load with a groan. his teeth attacking your flesh while his cum dribbles past your lips.
jaehyun flips the two of you over and pushes himself up, his cock slowly drawing out. “round two?” you ask and jaehyun smirks. “of course, baby.” you groan and jaehyun laughs.
“i’ll do the work, momma.” jaehyun holds your legs up and hangs them over his shoulders.
“oh, my god.” you gasp and place your hand on jaehyuns hip when he pushes in. “shh, lets not wake up the boys and ruin mommy and daddy time.” jaehyun spanks your ass.
you grab the pillow and cover your face, muffling your screams and moans. “you’re so cute when you do that.” jaehyun rubs the stinging area where jaehyun had smacked just a few seconds ago.
“your pussy feels so good, baby.” jaehyun places his thumb on your clit and your hips stutter. “s—stop!” you hold his hand but he grabs your hand and pushes it away.
you clench around him and jaehyun lands another smack on your ass. “don’t tease me like that, baby.”
you and jaehyun went, again for several more rounds.
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“did anyone hear what happened last night?” jeno asks when everyone else wakes up. “what happened?” haechan asks. “did sungchan wake up and cry all night?” jaemin asks and jeno shakes his head.
“your parents were having sex all night.” jaemin groans and covers his ears.
they all flinch when they door swings open. “oh, good. you boys are awake.” you grin at the boys. “i was just going to make breakfast. it’ll be ready in a few minutes.” you slowly close the door.
“milf.” haechan says and covers his head this time.
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A/N: this was so shit.
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phoxphenex · 1 year
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oooo okay then could you do the dreamies baby calling/messaging them while on tour please
𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗔𝗗 𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗥
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atinyjules · 1 year
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MY BALLERINAS - JENO
Pairings: Dad!Jeno x Female oc
Genre: fluff, established relationship, dad au.
Warnings: none
Characters: Jeno, Jaemin, Haechan, Si-ah (4), Soo-ah (2), Chaein (3), Chaeyeon (2), Bomin (4), Haerin (2)
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An hour after Jeno had taken a time out from decorating the backyard with pink mesh drapes, everything you would possibly need for a tea party and a lot of pink decor he woke up with a groan, rubbing his eyes. Letting out a sigh as he stretched his body and yawned.
Being the sole male of the household was hard work, especially when both his daughters loved hosting tea parties. But he wouldn't have had it any other way. He was in the process of preparing one such tea party. The girls would be back home in an hour from their cousins place so he had to finish getting everything ready. And it did not help that his wife was in Paris for a performance.
"Okay, I'm done!" he exclaimed in victory and looked at his masterpiece with pride.
And as though on queue, the familiar sound Jaemin's cars pulling up in front of the house caught his attention as Jeno went out to greet his two princesses.
"Daddy!" He picked up Si-ah who ran to him and engulfed her in a tight bear hug.
"Hey Princess! You had fun?" she nodded at that as Jaemin got out of the car with Soo-ah fast asleep in her baby carrier on his right and Haerin in her carrier on the other side.
"Hey Bomin!" Jeno greeted his nephew who hugged him and greeted him.
"Hi uncle Jeno!"
"I hoped they weren't a menace to you." Jeno asked as he took Soo-ah's baby carrier from Jaemin's hand.
"Of course not! They were well behaved like Princesses, just like their mama right Si-ah?" Jaemin said to which Si-ah agreed almost instantly.
"Okay, that's great." Jeno said as Jaemin gave him a smug smile.
"I mean they do get it from their mama's side of the family." he said earning a sigh from Jeno.
"If you say so." Jeno said as they laughed it off and went in.
"Woah...I'm impressed." Jaemin said looking at the set up as Si-ah and Bomin gasped.
"Daddy! It's amazing!!" Si-ah exclaimed and hugged her father who grinned proudly.
"It's sooo....Pink!" Bomin exclaimed earning a loud chuckle from his father.
"It's a tea party Bomin." Jaemin told his son who only groaned in response.
"But I'm a boyy!"
"Shut uppp it's beautiful! It's just like my mommy! Elegant and cheek!" Si-ah said as Jeno chuckled.
"Chic, Si-ah, chic." Jeno said as she nodded.
"Oh!"
"Am I going to be the only boy?" Bomin asked Jeno who shook his head.
"You have me and your dad!" Jeno replied as Jaemin nodded his head when a car pulled up in front of the house.
"All hail the Princesses of the Lee Empire!!" They went out to see Haechan putting out a red carpet towards the door.
"What in the world-" Jeno was cut off by Haechan.
"Shush! Its a royal tea party! Chaeyeon come over here with your sister!" he said as a toddler clad in a poofy blue ball gown came out of the car with her little sister who were a matching blue gown.
"HII!!" Chaeyeon exclaimed loudly and went to hug Si-ah, Soo-ah, Bomin and Haerin.
"Shh! Baby, Haerin and Soo-ah are sleeping!" Haechan whispered to his daughter.
"OH!!" She exclaimed loudly causing everyone to flinch.
While the kids were going about their tea party the fathers were all watching them with loving eyes from the kitchen.
"Aren't they adorable~" Haechan cooed as Jeno and Jaemin agreed while snapping pictures.
"Too bad Eunbi has work, she would've totally loved this." Jaemin said referring to his younger twin and Jeno's wife.
"Yeah...she wanted to be present for this but there's always next time." Jeno said as Haechan chuckled.
"I bet Bi chose the girl's outfits." Haechan said as Jeno chuckled.
"Yup, I thought you wouldn't notice." Jeno said as Jaemin snorted.
"They're literally wearing pink matching ball gowns with a swan tiara...the whole look screams Eunbi." Jaemin said as Jeno looked at his daughters trying to mimic their mother's dance steps with love and adoration.
"Yeah, it does...gosh I love them so much." Jeno confessed as Haechan chuckled.
"Look at us, fatherhood turned us into goddamn softies." Haechan said as Jaemin smiled looking at the kids.
"I'm not complaining though, fatherhood made us happier even though the circumstances were out of our control." He said and looked at Jeno whose eyes were fixated on his two princesses.
" I definetly am a lot happier with the three of my girls." Jeno said as they continued watching the kids try ballet with the sound of Si-ah and Soo-ah's music box playing in the background.
Whether the circumstances were out of his control or not Jeno knew for sure that he won't regret nor plan on doing so anytime soon. Whether it meant having to be surrounded by pink his whole life and organizing tea parties, if it meant that he gets to be with his Ballerinas for the rest of his life he was willing to do it for eternity.
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scarletwinterxx · 2 years
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dad Jaemin scenario
another fluffy scenario requested, I hope you like it! i was smiling too while writing this 🥺😊 other news, 2 Baddies just came out!!! go stream! let’s give the boys the best cb💚 the whole album is sooo good. my fave track is probably Designer, so watch out.. might make a scenario for that😂
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Jaemin likes to point out the little things your daughter inherited from you: your eyes, your cheeks and your cute nose. Jaemin’s words not yours. But to you, when you look at your little girl and she looks back with that huge smile you oh so love, all you can think about is how much she looks like Jaemin. 
It’s one of the many things she got from her dad. She also got her goofiness from him, they really are the best of friends. When Na Heejin was born, Jaemin’s biggest worry was he wasn’t going to feel the same connection you had with her
“She’s been with you for the past nine months, you had a headstart” he grumbles, the two of you are sitting on your bed. Your back resting on a few pillows to support your back while Jaemin lies on the middle of the bed to face your bulging stomach. It’s part of his night routine to talk to her before going to bed. 
“You’re her dad”
“She doesn’t know that” you let out a chuckle at his reasoning, looking at Jaemin pouting at your stomach while his finger traces your tummy right at the spot where Heejin’s foot was just kicking. 
“She knows your voice, you’ve talked to her every night for the past months. She’ll know you’re her dada” threading your fingers through his hair, giving him some comfort. 
That was four years ago and just like you said he was worried for nothing. The moment your daughter was born, they were bestfriends. When Jaemin held Heejin in his for the first time she started to cry like all babies. But then Jaemin started to hush her with his quiet calm voice, it’s like she automatically knew who he was. She knew who that voice belonged to, instantly feeling safe in his arms and falling asleep in no time. 
“Appa, noooo. You color it green”
“But lovebug, dolphins aren’t green”
“This one is. That one can be pink and this one blue” Heejin says, handling her father the colors one by one. A proud smile on Jaemin’s face, Heejin already memorized her colors. 
“You’re right, they can be whatever color. What about you? Are you done with yours?” he asks his daughter
“Almost, I need to color the sun” she answers, Jaemin looks over her drawing to see her drawing it at the top corner of the paper. Just like you. This again made him smile. 
“Jaem! Jin! Dinner’s ready, come down” the two hear your voice call for them
“Shall we surprise mama with our drawings?” he asks her, finishing his own page before looking again at his daughter who is still concentrating on coloring the pink sun. 
“There I’m done, mama will like this right?”
“Of course she will, any gift from you is precious” Jaemin pinches Heejin’s cheek earning a whine from the little Na. She then stands up, walking outside the room to go meet you. 
Jaemin follows behind, when he gets to the kitchen he sees you crouching down listening to Heejin as she explains her latest artwork.
“And here’s the doplhins, Appa said we’ll see them when we go to the beach”
“Yes you will, but for now let’s put this masterpiece on the fridge door then eat dinner so you can pack your stuff for the trip. How about that?” you tell her, taking the paper from her before giving her a kiss on the cheek. 
“Okay, I’ll wash my hands first” Heejin answers, skipping towards the sink to do so. 
Jaemin walks over to you with a fond smile on his face, 
“What?” you ask him
“Nothing”
“Then why are you smiling like that?”
“Did you see the sun on her drawing? She even draws it on the same spot like you” he teases you, pulling you in for a quick side hug and a kiss on the forehead before walking towards the stove to prepare dinner
“Where else would you put it? That’s just a standard you know, didn’t you do that when you were a child?” you ask him
“I drew it on the center”
“Why did I even ask, you’ve always been different”
“I think the word is weird but thank you for thinking that” you laugh at his words, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek, then you hear a tiny voice from behind you 
“Mommm, I’m hungry”
“Heejin-ah, what did mama say when you want something you say...”
“Mama can I please have some food?” she flashes you a big smile 
“Here’s the food, now what do we say” Jaemin says, taking the vacant seat beside you
“Thank you for the food, mama”
“You’re welcome baby. Go, I made it for you” you tell her, watching her enjoy the first bite. You and Jaemin watch her fondly before digging in. Heejin smiles once again, praising your cooking before taking another big bite, 
As she smile at you and Jaemin, she’s completely clueless about the fact that she can pretty much get anything she want with just that because let’s be honest Heejin is yours and Jaemin’s world. You’d do anything and everything for her.  
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neosarchives · 2 years
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because i met you,
—ep30.5: a bad feeling
warning: language, suggestive!
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⋆ pairing: mark lee x reader
⋆ summary: after the mother of his child left him for another guy, mark had developed trust issues which brought him to never want to fall for any girl again. everything was going well in mark’s life, just him, his beloved daughter, his best friends, and his success as an author. what happens if a girl unexpectedly comes, and already falls before even realizing it?
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hannie-dul-set · 10 months
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CAN’T HANDLE THIS — N.JM.
SUMMARY. how are you supposed to explain that you and na jaemin started dating just to prove each other wrong and ended up catching feelings.
PAIRING. na jaemin x female! reader GENRE. strangers to lovers, college! au, matchmaking! au, yet another richkid! au, jaemin is an asshole again, romance, humor. WARNINGS. excessive swearing, a near death experience, drinking and smoking, more than a handful of illegal shit, mentions of vomit, blood, violence, too much sexual tension it’s unhealthy, again jaemin is kind of a dick but he’s an attractive dick, jaemin also likes it when you tell him his personality is trash. WORD COUNT. 16k TAGLIST. @alwayswithjaemin @carelessshootanonymous @sundamariis @nominsgirl @shentingz @jvjsssnaa @neozws @urfavtallgirl @dakneeee @wonforgyu @fullsunbabe @luv4jeno @rxnexxi @argooose @jaemsushi​ @stopeatread​ @lovesuhng​ @jaehyunicrecream @byunbaekcult​ @haedgaf​ @sehunniepot​ @lebrookestore​ @ghouerry​ @lanadreamie @rum-gone-why​ @ririlovesrenjun​
NOTE. upon posting the preview, this was already set out to be a one-dimensional word vomit on my most favorite guilty pleasure— jaemin being a weirdo and an asshole— but as i kept writing, i accidentally gave it a little more depth and development and oopsies. there’s 6k more words than the estimation. but this is still essentially plotless, mindless, and self-indulgent. 
hope you enjoy this characterization of jaemin because i do. way too much. this is the first long fic i’ll be posting after a year of inactivity so feedback would be appreciated haha i’m so fucking nervous to publish this hope u all like it.
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“Do I really have to go with you?”
You see, when your parents told you you were going to have dinner together with the family of your dad’s friend— explicitly mentioning that their son, who just happened to be the same age as you, would be joining— you already knew that this isn’t going to be an innocent dinner.
They think they’re slick. They act like they haven’t already done this five times before. You’re getting sick and tired, and you express your dissent once more while entering your dad’s car, pretending like you have a choice on the matter as if you hadn’t already prettied yourself up as per your mother’s request.
“I’m sure you can all have your dinner without me,” you whine, and your dad starts driving after your mom decides to take the front seat. “I still have an exam tomorrow, you know.” You can’t stop them from hauling you along for the ride, and they can’t stop you from complaining their ears off. The car is already out of the driveway and the directions to Island Prime are being spouted by the GPS. All you can do is be a nuisance throughout the ride.
“We already talked about this, sweetie,” your dad says, eyes on the road. “I’ve mentioned you to Jaehyuck and his wife, and they’d be delighted to finally meet you. They’re bringing their son too so you won’t have to worry about being out of place.”
That is exactly the source of your worries. Na Jaehyuck was your dad’s friend from graduate school and they reunited last month during NSoft’s annual charity gala. Those bougie events always have way too expensive alcohol in the mix, and your dad has a bad habit of running his mouth when he’s drunk. He has an especially terrible tendency of bragging about you when he’s drunk. His favorite thing to mention is how you’ve been class president all throughout elementary school and the time you won a typing contest in sixth grade. You made a vow to never take a sip of alcohol ever again after witnessing his drunk habits firsthand last year.
You try to control your facial muscles, worried he might get upset if he sees the reprehensible cringe you feel at the thought of him bragging about you to Mr. Na. This is the terrible habit that caused this family-to-family dinner in the first place. You weren’t there at the gala, but you can perfectly picture the event, scene-by-scene inside your head.
Your dad went on and on about how much of a responsible, reliable, talented, intelligent and gorgeous daughter you are since you took after their genes. Mr. Na has a son your age— most likely a troublemaker that needs some serious taming. Both parents are too nosy, too meddling, and too invested in their children’s love lives to brush it off. Boom. Match made.
“Darling. Back straight.”
They are seriously so overbearing. They’re great parents except when they make you feel like you can’t take care of your own garbage. You grumble, but listen to your mom’s commands and fix your posture. It isn’t like she’s any better. She takes all the credit for last month’s failed match-up. You can’t even remember the guy’s face.
After their failed five attempts to set you up with their friends’ and acquaintances’ sons and nephews, you expected them to finally give up. You’re twenty-one for god’s sake. You can find your own man if you want to.
“You’ll have wrinkles by thirty if you keep scowling like that, sweetie.”
That’ll be the least of their worries if they try to set you up again. You would try to run away, but you’re already in front of the hotel restaurant and the car keys are in your dad’s pocket. Might as well suck it up one more time. Hopefully the last time.
White lights contrast against the large, sunset-stained windows of the interior, and light music hums from the millwork walls every time you take a step forward, tailing your parents as a uniformed staff member leads you to a hall further inside. Your father details some information about the people you’re about to meet. Na Jaehyuck owns the hotel you are marching into and his wife owns the brand for the light pink coat you’re currently shrugging off to a server.
The three of you are led to the outside of a private booth. The doors slide open and you spot the crisply dressed pair waiting inside with a five-course meal. There is no son in sight. You prepare yourself for the countless amount of fake smiles you’re about to give.
Formalities are exchanged and dinner begins. The four converse over business and upcoming schedules, and you can’t fully digest your meal with the expectation of being soon called into the conversation by one of them. They do. Mr. Na asks where you study. You smile and reply. “NCU. I’m in my second year of Operations Management.”
“Oh!” Mrs. Na exclaims. “What a coincidence. Our son goes there as well.”
Your cheeks are already starting to hurt. “Really? Would you mind if I ask for his name? Maybe I’ve met him before.”
“You might have. Your father mentioned you being quite active in your extracurriculars, so there’s a chance that you’ve said hi to each other at an event.”
Your hope of actually knowing the guy forces down the utter embarrassment of your dad’s irreparable tendencies of mentioning you without fail. He looks too proud for you to break your despair to him. Anyhow, it would be better if you actually know their son. It would make this whole thing less grueling. If their son ends up being Na Yuyeon from your Taxation class or Na Sangmok from your major’s organization, you could just laugh it off with either of them and tell your respective meddlers (parents) that it just won’t work out.
You announce your prayers with closed lips. Please let him be someone I know, please let him be someone I know. Yet the odds are stacked against your favor.
“His name is Na Jaemin. Have you met him?
God disappoints you once more.
Even more than disappoint you. He completely screws you over. You’ve never met Na Jaemin before, but you have heard of him. Your two closest friends have talked about him, and his name has slipped in and out of the halls of your department building despite being from a different major since the day a senior named Song Junho went to class with a bruised face, broken nose, and an arm sling. His name is usually uttered in the same sentence with the phrase “biggest bastard on campus.” Your parents just set you up with NCU’s poster boy for fistfights and delinquency. You want to go home.
“Unfortunately not,” you reply, laughing it off as you reach for a glass of orange juice because even though a raw shot of tequila sounds good right now, you’ve sworn off drinking at the fears of being as loose-mouthed as your dearest dad. You glance at the empty seat beside Mrs. Na, praying that it will stay empty for the rest of the night, else the night will end with broken shards of a wine glass on the floor based on all the rumors you’ve heard of Na Jaemin. “Will he be joining us tonight?”
Your dad gives your mother a look and you hold back a gag.
The jolly smiles of Mrs. Na falter at your mention and she flashes a look of worry to her husband. She raises her wine glass to her lips. “Oh, He’ll— he’ll be here soon, I think. He hasn’t replied to my message yet, but he usually shows up. It would be such a shame if he misses the chance to meet you.”
You’re a mixture of hope and dread. Neither set of parents are subtle with their intentions for their children. It seems like this Na Jaemin has also been victimized numerous times by his parents’ scheming. They are so well meaning in the worst ways possible that you can’t even talk shit about them, so your only outlet for saltiness is Na Jaemin whom you’ve never met before, but have heard enough bad stories about to justify your mental curses. Maybe if he isn’t so much of an (alleged) asshole, then his parents might not have resorted to setting him up with an (alleged) angel like you to fix him up. You’ve heard nothing good about him, and even his parents seem to worry about him. You have enough pieces to puzzle him together as a good for nothing waste of time and energy.
This whole match-up is doomed for failure. The both of you will not work. Never. Not a chance. Not in a—
“You made it!”
The booth’s sliding door opens, revealing the prettiest man you have ever seen in your twenty-one years of life. Holy shit. Your juice almost dribbled out of your mouth.
“Jaemin, come take a seat. Oh, dear. You should have sent me a text, honey. I was worried you were too busy.”
Shit. He’s gorgeous. He’s perfect. He looks like he can murder a man with a look from his eyes and those very eyes are framed by the longest lashes you’ve ever seen. His lips are so pink and pretty that you can almost ignore the scowl they’re forming. The leather jacket framing his body sets him apart from the fancy decor, especially when he sits down exactly in front of you, making it harder for you to pry your eyes off of him. You’re hoping his parents don’t catch you thirsting over their son.
You’ve heard that he’s an asshole but you can fix him. You can change him. You can make him better. Who cares about the red flags when he’s as pretty as this? 
Na Jaemin looks at you with a nasty stare. Your stomach flips. He can tell you to screw off and you would walk home this very instant.
“This the girl you’re trying to set me up with this time?”
Your expression falters, but it’s fine because the way his voice just sounded can forgive the disrespect he just rendered for referring to you without even sparing you a greeting. It’s a raspy flavor, almost a mumble in his throat. One offense— you can take it for now. If he can behave for the next hour or so and prove the rumors wrong, you might actually grace your dad with approval that you’re going to give this a shot.
His mother lights up, giving him your name and a brief introduction.
“Hi. Nice to meet you,” you smile. Jaemin’s eyes stay on you for a good five seconds. This is dangerous. He shouldn’t be allowed to do that.
Heat swirls around your cheekbones, giddy from the prospect of your love life finally flourishing after all those failed matchups. If only Jaemin decided to shut up for the rest of the night, then maybe the heat in your cheeks wouldn’t have shot up into your head and triggered a nerve.
“She’s pretty cute,” he says, and you’re almost hopeful. “But I doubt she can handle me. I’m going. Don’t wait for me to come home.”
Your smile twitches. Oh. Oh, so he’s like that.
His mother tries to stop him, but Jaemin is already up, not caring about the collateral damage of clattering plates and glasses on the table from his careless movements. 
There’s no way you’re gonna let him leave like this after injuring your ego like that.
“What makes you think I can’t?”
Jaemin freezes, his back turned towards you but his neck slowly cranes, revealing the side profile of his face. His eyes are narrow when he looks at you. There’s a subtle quirk of his lips. He breaks into a scoff. “What makes you think that you can?”
God damn, if only he didn’t start acting up, you would be on your knees.
“I don’t know. You look pretty easy.”
Something tugs on the corners of his mouth, then he fully turns around, walking back up to the table. He plasters his hands on the tablecloth, slightly leaning forward that his head blocks the chandelier light and his shadow hovers over your face. “Free tomorrow?”
“I can make time.”
“Great.”
Jaemin leaves behind a choking, arid tension when he exits the booth. You look at your father who seems like he can’t choose between feeling horrifically alarmed or pleasantly surprised. Clearing your throat, you take another sip from your drink before resuming your meal. You’re sure you’re going to get indigestion, but you can’t think of another way to get your parents and his to move on from the events that just transpired.
Eventually, the tension was swallowed by the clatters of knives and saucers and conversations once again. The only conclusion you can come up with is that this time, their matchmaking failed successfully.
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It comes to you belatedly that Na Jaemin technically asked you out on a date— for genuine reasons or otherwise— yet you have no way to contact each other. He never asked for your number and your parents never mentioned anything about another dinner after last night’s concluded. You finish your classes for the day, coming to terms that you’re likely never going to see him again.
There’s likely no ill will between your parents and his despite your little squabble since the two parties invited each other for drinks and seemed at ease when you left. But during the ride home, they were unusually quiet. Usually, they would peg you with questions— what do you think about him? Isn’t he cute? You two would make a good match— and so on, but last night, they steered clear from the topic. You’re not sure if that’s a good or bad sign.
With your two friends in tow, you exit the lecture hall. “Are your photos of the slides complete?” Myung asks, holding onto your arm while Saehee struggles to keep all of her notes from flying out of her binder.
“I think I missed a few. Prof. Seo runs through the slides like crazy. I’ll ask him tomorrow for a copy of the presentation.”
It’s all idle conversation as you three walk down to the lobby. That is until Myung spots someone by the vending machines just as she’s about to grab an energy drink. She swears, “God damn it, what is he doing here?”
You follow her eyes and find her ex right across the lobby. “He’s not even from our department,” Saehee grunts, dragging the both of you to the back exit instead. “Maybe the fucker found a new fuck from our major. Let’s just go.”
While Saehee brushes you away, you manage to snag a quick glance at Myung’s ex again. She barely talked about him while they were dating. You and Saehee only found out about them after she dumped him for cheating. The guy’s name is Lee Jeno and this is the first time you’re seeing him in person.
“Their entire friend group is trash. I seriously should have known better before hooking up with him.” 
Hold on a second. You’re sure you’ve heard people utter Lee Jeno and Na Jaemin in the same sentence before. If they’re part of the same group, then that would make perfect sense. The dots stop connecting when Myung and Saehee decide to ask you about last night’s dinner to deter from any more ex-boyfriend talks. Your shitty dinner match-ups have always been a good source of trash talking, but how are you supposed to tell him that you’re expecting to go on a date with your friend’s ex’s alleged friend? 
“Uh,” you pause, caught in between the fresh breeze outside and the air conditioned surroundings of inside the building. “Well.”
You never get the chance to answer because Na Jaemin and his pretty face decides to show up right outside your building, and your blood runs cold.
Correction. His pretty face that isn’t wearing a helmet decides to show up when he zooms straight towards your department building on a motorcycle with a speed that you’re sure isn’t legal. Well, damn. At least you don’t have to hide anything from your friends. Slowly, you pick up your legs and start walking out the door.
“Fucker told me the business building was the one on the left,” he simmers, hopping off the the bike yells at you. “Let’s go. I’ve wasted enough time already.”
You blink at him. You’re about to add ‘stalker’ to his already trashy reputation, but remember that you told his mom last night about your major. Mrs. Na must have been delighted when he asked about you. You wonder if she’d still be as happy if she finds out her son drives around without a helmet on.
Speaking of motorcycle, his jacket is white today and it looks unforgivably good on him. You would continue staring, but his impatient scowl is already teetering on violence. You forget that your friends are still here, too. “Can you give me a moment?” you ask him.
“No. Hurry the fuck up and get on.”
Myung calls your name. You flash your two friends an apologetic smile before skipping over to Jaemin who’s already on the bike. I’ll explain later, you mouth. For now, you have an ego to protect. 
You look at Jaemin. Then to the seat he’s patting. Then back at him. “Are you seriously expecting me to get on that thing?”
Jaemin almost looks offended when you call his motorcycle a thing. It’s sleek black with some stickers pasted here and there, and you’re terrified of getting on it. Your fear seeps into your expression because the devil in front of you breaks out into a grin. A malicious one. “Thought you said you could handle me, pretty girl.”
He can’t just call you pretty girl and get away with it. He deserves to get his teeth punched out. “How do I get on?”
“You’re fucking hopeless.”
“You say fuck too much.”
“Just swing your left leg over and get on with it.” Following his vague instructions, you manage to get on the inevitable traffic hazard with only minimal struggle. You don’t get much of a warning— he only tells you to hold on tight before the engine revs and you scream and he suddenly speeds into the sunset-lit streets of your campus. This would be romantic if he isn’t trying to mimic a rollercoaster ride.
“Holy shit,” you wheeze through the startling whirs of the wind. “Holy shit, I think I’m gonna die.”
In retrospect, maybe you were a little too impulsive to challenge Na Jaemin without even settling the parameters on what exactly you could handle about him, but he was the one that challenged your pride first. The price of that is a threat to your life in the form of an impending motor accident. Your fists ball against his jacket when he makes a sharp u-turn in the main road and you let out another squeak.
“You’re gonna want to hold on a little tighter than that.”
So you do. To the point where the wrinkles on the front of his once crisp leather jacket make him look stupid, so he takes it off and throws it to his bike after he finally parks and gets off the damn thing. You wobble off right after him, and he’s well mannered enough to assist you— one hand on the small of your back, the other on your arm— but of course, not without laughing when you stumble after landing on the ground. “Good job.”
“Eat dirt.” He’s lucky he looks even better in a plain black tee. 
Once you recover from the fear and adrenaline, you notice that it’s already dark out and Jaemin has brought you to a cul-de-sac outside the district. Brightly lit street lamps and muddy green shrubs separate each large house up the road. There are other vehicles decorating outside the gate you’re currently standing in front of. It opens after Jaemin makes a call.
You didn’t expect your first date to be at some rich kid’s nasty party. You don’t even know whose house this is.
When you turn to look at Jaemin with the most unimpressed stare you can manage, he gives you a little simper, slinging an arm over your shoulder to force your inside. You’re welcomed by someone throwing up in the bush right by the gate. Jaemin laughs at your disgust. “Now I understand why your parents keep setting you up with people. You’re hopeless.”
“You can tap out anytime, pretty girl. I won’t stop you.”
Unfortunately for him, you’ve been to grosser frat parties so you aren’t leaving anytime soon. You evidence your conviction by tugging on his arm that’s languidly hanging over your left shoulder, letting your fingers rest on the bare skin of his forearm. “They probably have a pool out back, right? It’ll be less humid there.”
It catches him off guard. The rest of his features seem to be permanently sculpted into a resting bitch face, but his eyes easily give him away. They widen, furrow, then turn to stone once again— all in a split second with the subtlest difference between the frames. He clears his throat and shoves you off. “Do whatever you want. I’ll come get you later.”
“Where are you going?”
“Have to meet some people,” he answers vaguely. You narrow your eyes at him. “You can come with if you want to be objectified by my friends.”
“I’ll be by the pool. Bye,” you wave him off and start nosing around for their backyard entrance. 
There’s just as many people outside as there are inside and some you even recognize— sparing you a wave and a hi when you spot them— giving you the idea that the person hosting the party is probably from your university. Some people are shirtless, some are downright naked, and the grass is gross and damp from the unsanitary pool water that managed to escape. You settle on an empty beach chair and dump the unknown drink you stole earlier into a bush. You’re pretty sure that the things being exchanged here and there are less than legal. This might actually be a drug party.
This is stupid, you think to yourself. You can’t believe you’re wasting your evening in this shitslam of a place just because Na Jaemin spat on your ego a little. He even left you all by yourself. Of all your first dates, this one’s at the bottom of the list.
Suddenly, there’s a crash from inside the house. Then a yell. Then police sirens. Holy shit there’s a raid.
It takes a moment for you to react. There’s bodies shoving past you, the backyard getting more and more crowded and hysterical by the passing second and you have no idea where to go. Someone shouts your name. Your wrist is snatched and you’re getting dragged to the back fence. The back of Jaemin’s head is a blur as you struggle to keep up.
“Ow!”
Your back hits the chain wall. Jaemin crouches down. “Get up.” You look at him. He swears under his breath. “Hurry up and get up the damn fence unless you want to get arrested.”
The gravity of the situation only sinks in when he mentions an arrest, and a surge of panic buzzes underneath your skin. You step on his hands and you slowly gain height, grappling on the top of the fence as he helps you cross over. There are actual cops raiding the property. You fall to your ass and Jaemin lands beside you not long after. “Hope you know how to run, pretty girl. We need to go.”
You scramble to your feet before the piece of shit decides to leave you behind. The way Jaemin and some other runaways expertly maneuver through a patch of trees to get back into the main road makes you think that it isn’t the first time this happened. It’s a little heartwarming when Jaemin glances back at you from time to time. You’d blush if your lungs weren’t burning. Too bad he suddenly decides to throw you into an alleyway and your back hits the disgusting concrete lining.
“Hey—”
“Quiet,” he hisses, pressing his palm over your lips and looks out into the street. “Shut the fuck if you don’t want to get caught.”
There’s still the slight hum of sirens from a distance. It bothers you. It bothers you a lot. It bothers you that he looks even prettier under the molten silver light from the moonlit night sky. It bothers you that adrenaline and a little something else are fighting over which one gets to control your heart rate. It bothers you that your lips suddenly feel cold when he removes his hand when things become dead quiet— all but that thumping and ringing in your ears.
Shit. He’s perfect until he says something. His stern gaze is frozen on you, your eyes falling down to meet his tightly shut lips. You’d kiss him if he stays still for the next ten seconds. No, even five would do.
“I gotta piss.”
And there goes your infatuation. Into the garbage bin that’s less than two feet away from you. Jaemin notices that you’re staring at him as if he belongs in there. He’s unrecyclable trash. “What?” he raises a brow. “Wanna stay and watch?”
“What the hell? You’re gross and disgusting and a freaking psycho.”
He only laughs. You grimace. The bastard just suggested that you watch him take a piss and he’s laughing. Immediately, you eject yourself from the alley. Much to your relief, he doesn’t do his business in the dark and instead follows after you outside a few moments later and heads to the nearest diner in the street. 
When he returns, he’s a little surprised to see you waiting in the same spot, tapping on your phone as you lean against a light post. “What?” you ask upon his arrival. “You’re my ride home, you creep.” You could always take a taxi, but one— you don’t exactly feel safe riding a cab alone at this time of night, and two— you’re not going to give him any ideas that you were trying to run away.
Jaemin spares you a glance. You give him a questioning look. “The cops probably took my bike already.”
“You’re useless.”
“You’ve gotten pretty mouthy in less than a fucking day,” he snorts, digging his hands into his pockets before deciding to brush past you. “Wonder what else your mouth is good at.”
At this point, you’re not sure if he’s serious or just fucking with you to prove that he’s too much for you. He is. He’s way too much and you can’t decide if you want to make out with him or kick him in the balls.
So you decide to get even.
“Hey, Jaemin!” you jog up to him, going as far as to block his way when he doesn’t stop for you. He only gives you a blank, half-lidded stare. “It’s my turn tomorrow. Meet me at the park at 8 a.m. or I’ll consider you a pussy. Oh yeah, and give me your number.”
“The fuck?”
“I said I could handle you,” you grin, lifting your phone up and giving it a little shake. “I did pretty well today, dontcha think?”
“Get to the point.”
“I mean, maybe you’re not up for the same challenge?”
Before you could blink, your phone is snatched from your hands. You think your phone screen might break with how aggressively he types in his number. You try not to smile too widely because you might look like too much of a maniac. “You’re pretty funny, you know that?” he tosses back your phone. “Just hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, pretty girl.”
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When you call Jaemin at 8:04 a.m. asking where he is, he very kindly curses into your ear through the speaker, telling you to “piss off and let me fucking sleep, god fucking damn it,” before ending the call. You have to admit, it had you tempted to call him again— his voice in the early hours of the morning does wonders to the soul, and it nearly forgave him for swearing at you this time. But that would risk him not showing him up at all and that would put your itinerary to a waste. You wait at the park for another hour before he shows up in a matching pair of sweats. He looks like he’s just about to get into a gang fight instead of a date when he approaches you.
“You better have a good fucking reason for calling me out this early.”
“It’s nine-thirty.”
“I didn’t ask for the time.”
“You just wasted a good hour for us to study. Hurry up, let’s go to the library.”
No, you’re not trying to “fix” Na Jaemin by making him do good things. You’re not his therapist. You’re trying to put him through the same shit he did to you last night. Hope he enjoys behaving in the library for four hours. If he leaves before you let him, you’re never going to let him forget how much of a loser he is for not being able to handle an innocent library date.
It’s ten o’clock when Jaemin’s fuse starts to ignite. You even made sure to sit near the children’s section as another control mechanism to prevent him from doing or saying heinous shit, but you’re not sure how effective it is because his resting bitch face is scaring all the children.
“What are you thinking about, Jaemin?” you lazily ask, switching to the next page of your textbook. Attitude is important when negotiating with clients, you mentally read, running your bright neon highlighter on the word ‘attitude.’
“Thinking about how much you’re wasting my fucking time.”
You click your tongue. He seriously needs to work on his manners. “You act like you’re hot shit but can’t even study for an hour. What a fucking loser.”
That was a gamble. Sure, you’ve yelled at him and called him names before, but you’re not sure how well he’d take you actually swearing at him, but you want to push as many buttons as you can. You flinch when you look up from your textbook. He looks like he’s seconds away from punching you in the nose with how intense his eyes are staring you down. You take a hard swallow, nervously pressing your lips together as you slowly return to your notes to avoid his terrifying gaze. When you click the butt of your pen to jot down some notes, he snatches your pad and a ripping sound breaks your shock. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with him?
You’re about to swear at him for real this time, but your notepad is tossed back at you in less than a moment. Jaemin is grumbling curses as he rummages through your pencil case. “What’s the point of all your money if you can’t buy another pen that works?” You’re supposed to be the one mad at him, why is he scolding you?
Like your notepad, Jaemin tosses back your pencil case after he finds a working mechanical pencil. There’s now a mess on the table but he seems unbothered when he places his phone next to the sheet of paper he stole from you, tapping on the screen before he starts scribbling things down.
“What are you doing?” you snatch a glance at his paper. You can’t read his writing upside down.
“What else would I be doing at a goddamned library?”
Holy crap, it worked. “What’s your major?” you ask, scooting your chair a little closer to the table in a tangible burst of excitement from your success.
“Applied math,” he replies blandly. 
The next thirty minutes remain quiet, save for the occasional grunts and grumbles from your study partner as he continues writing, until he asks you for another sheet of paper. Jesus. Oh no. He instantly became hotter. Jaemin’s posture is laid back as he goes through what you assume are math problems, wrist flicking at the stroke of the pen with ease. His eyes are steady on the table, expression more relaxed. Mrs. Na would be sending wedding invitations if she sees how you managed to tame her son. You’re getting distracted from your own work and Jaemin notices.
“The hell are you staring at?”
“You’re prettier with your mouth shut.”
The words leave your lips without thinking and you’re doomed to suffer from the consequences of your thoughtless actions in the very next moment.
Jaemin gives you a flat look. Your heart races. Oh no. The next moment he opens his mouth, you’re horrified. He utters the most heinous, most obscene combination of words you’ve ever heard and your brain can’t even process it to repeat it. He breaks into a victorious grin which shouldn’t be so god damned attractive after scarring your ears. You want to punch him in the jaw but you’re already being ushered out of the library. You forgot that you were sitting by the kid’s section and the bastard’s nasty, disgusting mouth was a little too loud.
Now, the both of you are standing in front of the library right after getting kicked out.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” you jab your index finger to his chest, evidently bewildered. “No, seriously. What the fuck? Are you insane?”
He only replies with a smug look. You really want to punch him. “My library membership could’ve been revoked, you little shit. This is the only good place to study near uni! You’re lucky they let us off with a warning.” Jaemin clearly doesn’t give a damn. He even looks like he’s enjoying your outburst. You let out an exasperated groan.
“Suck it up, pretty girl. You should have seen it coming when you said that.” He’s in a better mood than earlier this morning and it pisses you off even more. Your bitterness is probably seeping into our expression because Jaemin laughs when he glances down at you. He stretches your frown by giving you a pinch on the cheek. “Is that all you have in store? Are you done for today?”
You smack his hand off, shooting him a glare. You’re far from done. You’re going to give the devil hell.
“Let’s have lunch first,” you offer. Jaemin shrugs and follows your lead as you walk downtown. For a pissy rich boy, he doesn’t throw a fit when you mention a hole-in-the-wall pho restaurant by the intersection, but that’s fine. You have other plans for him. The opportunity to conduct it presents itself as you’re both walking down the sidewalk on the way to the restaurant, and your eyes gloss over to his left hand— the hand nearest to you— slightly swinging back and forth in tune with his large strides. Slowly, you reach down to grab his hand. The moment your thumb brushes against the warmth of his skin, he snatches it back. Abruptly.
You look at him, shocked. Jaemin tries to give you his signature look of contempt but miserably fails because his ears are pink and he’s clutching his fist to his chest as if it just barely survived from getting amputated. He must have noticed how weird he reacted, so he clears his throat and drops his hand back down. “Now, where the fuck is this sketchy pho place?”
Oh my god. You just discovered his weakness. This is a bonus.
“Across the street and we make a right,” you reply, making sure your unreasonable excitement isn’t too obvious.
Jaemin is evidently suspicious. You make it to the restaurant, receive your orders, and start eating without a hitch and all throughout Jaemin has been stealing narrow-eyed glances at you. Your chopsticks innocently clatter against the bowl as you finish your meal. When Jaemin finally lowers his guard, you tap a finger on the back of his hand and he pulls back, a little less panicked this time and he sends you a semi-confused glare. For someone who suggested that you watch him piss, he sure has the gall to act scandalized when you’re just innocently trying to hold his hand. 
“Calm down, pretty boy. I’m not trying to make a move on you. I just want to check something.”
You don’t give him the opportunity to retreat this time when you snatch his hand from the table. Your thumb traces over his fingertips, slowly following the crescents of his nails. Jaemin’s ears are pink again when you look at him. “You need a manicure,” you declare. He pries himself off and gets up.
“Hey, wait up!” 
Your shirt catches on the seat so you stumble, a loud noise following your quick response to chase after him, which inadvertently causes Jaemin to turn around and gives you an opportunity to catch up to him. “I already booked a nail appointment while we were waiting for the food,” you announce, latching onto his arm so he doesn’t run off. He doesn’t look too happy when you snatch a glance of his face. You give him a bright smile. “You don’t have your bike with you, right? That’s fine. The mall is just a few blocks away.”
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Just yesterday, you were so inclined to believe all the rumors surrounding Na Jaemin about his shitty personality and violent tendencies. The first one, there is no doubt. His personality and foul mouth can’t even be compared to the toilet seat of a dingy bar, but the second part seems a bit far-fetched— especially when you’re watching as his ring finger gets drawn with a cat head silhouette in white against the matching black paint of the rest of his nails. 
“Wow. That looks like you.”
“Why don’t you just shut the fuck up?”
When he sat down in front of the nail tech after your turn, he got complimented that his nails were pretty well maintained. He shot you a nasty look after that. Maybe you did lie about his nails needing fixing just to get him less fussy about your suggestion, but hey, it worked. You’re cooing at the silver glitter on his middle finger next. His knuckles twitch. When his nails finish curing, he grabs you by the arm and drags you to the counter, pays, and continues dragging you out the nail shop and into the mall lobby,
Jaemin has his nose scrunched. “Any longer I thought I would’ve gotten high off acetone. How do you stand that shit?”
“By imagining how pretty my nails would be after the session.” You flash the back of your hand, showing off your new french tips. He only rolls his eyes and starts heading to a direction— the exit, presumably— and you trail after him. “Are you sulking that I’m not complimenting your manicure? Your nails are really cute. They suit you very well. I wonder who picked the design.”
Na Jaemin really isn’t all that bad if you can get past his resting bitch face and colorful choice of words. He doesn’t complain when you stop by half a dozen kiosks because of the cute accessories that catch your eye. He even helps you choose a new barrette by saying “that one looks fucking ugly,” right in front of the store owner. You decide that’s enough shopping for today and start heading out, but upon seeing the Gong Cha stall right by the doors, your cravings got the best of you.
“Taro smoothie. 100% sugar. I’ll wait outside. I need a fucking smoke.”
See, he can’t be that bad when he drinks raw sugar through a straw. He takes the paper bag that housed the barrette you bought and disappears outside. Maybe it’s not the most ideal time to reconsider your opinion of Jaemin while you’re waiting for your orders, but at this point you’re really questioning the merit of the severe rumors weighed against him. Then again, you did believe those rumors upon first impression, so you aren’t any better. If only he tries to care a little more about his reputation, but from the limited time you’ve spent with him, you’re sure he gives less than damn about whatever people are saying about him.
Jaemin walks in one, straight line and only makes way for others when he wants to. The plastic bag of his taro smoothie and your drink adds weight to you. You stop trying to figure him out and start looking for him instead. He says he’ll be waiting outside but he’s nowhere in your line of sight when you step out the mall. Then it dawns on you.
He just ditched you. You give him a call and the line ends without an answer. Your mood sinks along with the sun, slowly setting from a pale orange to a rich blue violet. In other words, you feel like crap.
This is enough second guessing. All those rumors are true— he’s a fucking dick. It shouldn’t be all that surprising considering he swears at you every time he opens his mouth and he’s friends with the bastard that cheated on Myung. You don’t even know why you questioned it all in the first place. 
You’re livid. You stomp to the edge of the mall right by the parking lot, his sugar injected smoothie in hand, and the sky mellows darker. The lights lining the side of the large building light up. The cup threatens to explode from your grip.
When you reach the garbage bins, the drink slips from your hand. It doesn’t fall into the bin; it prematurely splatters against the concrete, a light purple sludge melting into the floor accompanied by gasp stifling from your throat.
There’s a fist fight in the parking lot.
There was a fist fight. Three bodies are already passed out and purple on the dirty freaking ground.
C—rack!
There are still two more people in the lot, but you can tell that the fight is already over. It’s a one-sided assault ending with Jaemin’s fist colliding against the limp individual’s nose with a sound that makes you wince. Holy shit, this is brutal.
“That it? Pussy ass bitch, couldn’t even take three punches. Hah.”
Jaemin releases his balled fist on the guy’s collar and drops him to the ground. He staggers, nearly stumbling down himself, but his back hits a nearby car and he slides down to the floor with a heavy wheeze. It’s only now that Jaemin notices your presence. There’s a manic shift in his gaze when he meets your eyes. “Shit, why are you—”
The aftermath of his fight drags him back down to the dusty concrete when he tries to pull himself up. You walk to him, crouching down when you reach him, and feel a lump in your throat when you finally take a good look at him. There’s a bruise under his left eye, more on his jaw and, matched with a gash on his forehead and a split lip that was still modeled into an intimidating grimace even when just got the shit beaten out of him. You click your tongue in disappointment.
“Your face is the only thing you’ve got going for you, but you can’t even take care of it.” He breathes out a swear when your fingers squeeze his cheeks to check if he had any more injuries. You’re sure there’s more under his clothes, but that would toe the line of propriety. Jaemin winces. You feel a pang inside your ribcage. “Get up, troublemaker. Let’s get you fixed up.”
He releases a groan when you help him up, and it takes you a moment to adjust to his weight. There’s no way that the security guards will let you back into the mall with a battered man in tow, so you ask him if he doesn’t mind walking to the nearest 7-Eleven. His reply is a mere grunt so you take it as a yes. 
Jaemin is leaned against you, arm over your shoulder which you hold in place, fixing your other hand around his waist as you begin your arduous journey to the damned convenience store before any passerby walks in on the incriminating scene you two leave behind. Your senses are attacked by a mix of cigarette smoke and sweat with a twinge of blood and oddly enough, it doesn’t make you gag. 
It’s a five minute walk. You drop him on one of the empty tables in front of the store before entering to pick up a water bottle, some bandages, disinfectant, towels, ointments, and a bag of peas. The last one, you throw at him when you get back out. “So,” you pull out the chair next to him and plop down with crossed arms. “What happened?”
Jaemin silently wraps a towel around the cold bag and presses it on his jaw. You jerk your foot, kicking him in the knee. There’s a sharp hiss and he drops the sad, damp, lumpy towel on his lap. “What the fuck?”
“How the hell did you manage to get into a bloody fight while I was ordering milk tea?!” you snapped. “Did they insult you? Did they make fun of your nails? Were they picking a fight because your nails are cuter than—”
“They looked at me.”
You blink. 
“I’m sorry?”
“Fuckers were looking at me for too long and it pissed me off,” he sneered. He’s already recovered the bag of peas and he has it fixed on the right side of his face. “Acted like hot shit when they couldn’t get in enough hits to make my nose bl— fuck you!”
“Shut your mouth for a sec.” You decide his swelling has gone down enough so you push his hand away and roughly pull his face closer by the jaw. He’s actually insane. Even more insane than the rumors painted him to be. 
You wet the towel with the water you bought, using the damp cloth to wipe away the dried up blood splotching areas of his face. You don’t understand how he’s still attractive even with a busted lip and an almost black eye. In fact, it even adds to his whole ‘don’t fucking talk to me’ vibe. This shouldn’t be legal. “Do you usually start swinging every time someone looks at you the wrong way?”
He scoffs. “They’re asking for it.”
“What about me?”
You let go of his face and take the ointment from the pile, squeezing a dollop on your finger and scooting your chair closer towards him. “I stared you down the first time we met,” you say. The cut on his forehead isn’t too big, but you think it still needs a band-aid. “Why didn’t you beat the lights out of me then?”
It’s hard not to notice the intensity of Jaemin’s stare when you apply the ointment on his cut. It feels like he’s burning through you. You swallow, noticing how much of his space you’ve invaded, so you pull back but are preemptively stopped when you catch his gaze. There’s a heavy thump in your chest. You feel the warmth of his fingers curling around your wrist, prompting you to notice that your other hand has been firm on his shoulder from when you were putting on the medicine. 
“Because,” he starts. “You’re a lot prettier when you look at me like you want to kick my ass.”
You continue to stare at him, lips pressed into a thin line. He breathes out a grin.
“You’re a fucked up little bastard, you know that?”
“Even more pretty when you talk shit.”
“I think you have a concussion.” You finally bring yourself to move away, ignoring the heat on your cheek bones as you clumsily dig into the pile of first aid to fish out a band-aid. Holy shit, you muffle out a breath. This is too much. This is out of line. He’s not trying to one-up you anymore. He’s trying to kill you.
“You’re crap at this,” he points out while you’re struggling to keep your hand from shaking too much because you still have to apply ointment on his busted freaking lip. Why did he have to get hit there? Why are your fingers twitching every time you feel his hot breath on your fingertips?
“Well, I’m sorry for never getting into a fist fight before,” you huff. “If you’re such an expert, then do it yourself.”
You shouldn’t have said that. You really shouldn’t have because Jaemin grabs your hand as if he hadn’t been avoiding yours since earlier, firmly positioned, and then you feel his plush lips against your two pressed fingers, a warm jolt pooling into thin skin as your fingers glide along the cut.
It’s been two days since you’ve met him and he’s already driving you insane. You squeak and pull back your hand in a flurry. There’s a layer of white glaze covering the deep red slit on his lips. Jaemin gives you a wide grin for the first time and he breaks into a short laugh— just when you think he couldn’t drive you over the edge any further.
But you can’t admit any of your inner turmoil out loud, else you’d be admitting defeat. You decide that you’ve finally reached your quota of weird hand holding for the day, but you regrettably manage to catch a glimpse of his knuckles, painted with red blotches and purpling edges. “You’re hopeless.”
“I didn’t notice,” he admits, and you clean the small wounds on his hands just as you did with his face, tracing over his vein lines and the contours of his skeleton while plastering bandages wherever you see fit, which earns you another insult about your shitty first-aid skills. 
His newly painted nails have some dried blood on them. Gross.
“Is it my turn tomorrow?”
To be honest, you haven’t been expecting a third date. It’s either Jaemin is that determined to have you admitting he’s something you can’t handle, or you’ve managed to get under his skin just as much as he has with you.
“Yeah,” you reply. Whatever the reason is— it doesn’t matter as long as you have the excuse to keep seeing him. “It’s your turn. Better prepare something worth my while, pretty boy.”
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Jaemin’s turn doesn’t come until Friday because you completely forgot that you still have to review for an exam on Monday. When you texted him about it, he didn’t seem pissy. Good thing because you were going to remind him that it’s his fault anyway for getting you kicked out of the library. He sent a semi-threatening message to make sure that you’ll free yourself on Friday evening, followed by ‘good luck on the quiz, pretty girl,’ which is just fantastic. You’ve been given mixed signals before but he’s on a completely different level.
Walking to your classroom for Intermediate Algebra leads you to the precipice of guilt knowing that you still are yet to talk to Myung and Saehee about Jaemin. You intentionally arrive early to get some last minute review sprints in, as well as to figure out how you should apologize to Myung for getting involved with her cheating ex’s close friend.
“That’s not what I’m upset about. Hell, I’m not even upset at all about that. Honey, you’ve heard that Na Jaemin is a piece of shit, why the heck are you going out with him?”
“He’s not that bad!” you defend, but quickly backtrack. “Well. Not entirely. And he’s the one my parents are trying to set me up with. I’ve known him for less than a week and it isn’t that serious so you don’t have to worry. I’m breaking it off soon.”
“You usually call quits the day after, though?” Saehee questions. “Why are you still meeting him at the end of the week?”
“To prove a point.” You know full well that that’s not entirely true anymore, but your friends would never understand why you’re attracted to an asshole such as him, anyway (neither did you), so you decide to spare them the headache.
Myung and Saehee look at each other, knowing full well that you’re way too stubborn and prideful for your own good. They cut the interrogation short, just before your professor enters. “Please give us a call or text immediately if you think he’s taking you somewhere sketchy. I just can’t trust the guy,” they tell you. You neither call nor text when Friday comes and Jaemin takes you on his motorcycle to another seemingly illegal venue. You’re starting to become convinced that his ideas for dates are synonymous to potential police chases.
“I thought your bike got confiscated last week,” you ask, hopping off of the vehicle with his assistance. Your voice is muffled by the helmet he threw on your head. You struggle to get it off.
“Got a new one.” He takes the helmet off for you, mindlessly tugging on the areas where your hair got winded up, trying to untangle them. “You like it?”
“I honestly can’t tell the difference.”
Jaemin pats your head to commemorate his handiwork and it’s honestly the gentlest he’s ever been with you, but you can’t even appreciate it because you’re parked at the edge of dingy freeway in the middle of nowhere and there’s not enough streetlights to see beyond twelve feet away into the road. “Good, because you’ll be seeing me riding a different bad boy tonight.”
“What?”
The quiet of the night is interrupted by the sound of a car slowly entering the parameters, its headlights bringing in another source of light into the dark field. You’re not sure if the vehicle is actually heading towards you two, but its windows suddenly roll down when it draws nearer, and a head emerges from the passenger seat. “Get in, dipshit!” the ashy mop of hair yells. Jaemin shoots up a middle finger. 
Your hair flutters when the car makes an abrupt stop before the both of you. There’s a click and the passenger seat flings open. “You didn’t say anything about bringing a plus one, you bitch.”
“Shut the fuck and help me load this thing in the back.”
“What the hell? Jaemin, what is this?” 
“A ride,” he simply replies. You look at him incredulously as he and the other guy throw his motorcycle in the back of the pickup truck.
“What’s the point when you already have a bike?”
Jaemin finds his spot next to you again, only to nudge you towards the vehicle. “Can’t have you all out in the open when we arrive. You obviously look out of place and that’s just painting a fucking target on your back,” he points his chin to the now open door, signaling you to get in. 
He keeps the door open. There’s a blank look on his face, but your eyebrows are still knitted in from the lack of understanding. The dots are refusing to connect. “At least tell me where we’re going?”
“Wherever it is, I’m sure you can handle it, pretty girl.” You flinch a little when he leans forward. “Can’t you?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” You jump even harder when someone shoves past you and the look on Jaemin’s face suddenly drops into a scowl. “Continue flirting or fucking or whatever inside the car. It’s fucking cold out, jeez.”
“Fuck off,” Jaemin spits, and roughly pushes you into the car. Good god, you’re not sure if you’re gonna make it the entire night. When Jaemin gets in, he gives the passenger seat a hard kick and you’re sure he just broke something. You look at him, wide-eyed. He just laughs when his friend(?) reacts with a loud curse.
“If you’re gonna fight, do it outside.” You hear the one on the driver’s seat speak for the first time and with his announcement, he starts the car without warning. You catch a glimpse of some of his features from the rear view mirror, and you feel the rest of your organs sinking into your stomach when you realize just whose car you’re in right now. 
“Aren’t you the piece of shit that cheated on Myung?”
You feel all three of their eyes on you, and you catch Lee Jeno’s through the same mirror. “Oh, you know her?”
“She’s my friend, asshole.”
“So, what? Want me to apologize?” His tone is mocking you. If the previous events weren’t enough to piss you off, then this is the mark that sets you off. Jaemin inspired you. You kick the driver’s seat. The car suddenly swerves a little too dangerously close to the edge of the road.
“Fuck!”
“Holy shit, man. Your girl is nuts,” passenger seat breathes out after Jeno recovers back to safety. He turns around to face you. “I’m Haechan. You three already seem to know each other so I’m feeling a little left out.”
“I’d say it’s nice to meet you but I’m kind of in a shitty mood right now to lie.”
“Wow. So charming. No wonder Jaemin’s cucked.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Another kick from Jaemin sets off Jeno’s driving again, and little did you know that this isn’t the most dangerous vehicular situation you’ll be witnessing tonight. The ride is short, and it’s filled by Haechan’s one-sided chatter until you reach what you think is your destination. 
Jeno stops at a place that looks no different from where you came from, except for the large crowd that’s gathering on the road that he would have run over had they not given way (read: scrambled and ran) to give him space to park. You’re convinced that you’re inside a car with less than normal people, but you’re not one to talk when you’re in here with them.
They exit the vehicle without waiting for you, so you quickly follow after them into the tight crowd. You tug on Jaemin’s sleeve when you manage to catch up. He pulls his arm away only to retrieve your arm without looking back, bulldozing into the epicenter of bodies with you in tow. “Will you finally explain what’s going on?” you ask with shallow breaths after you’ve finally emerged from the crowd.
“It’s street racing, baby!” Haechan butts in, and your eyes follow him as he moves further into the middle of the crowd. You finally find out what they’re all looking at. A line of eight multicolored motorcycles are stationed in front of a makeshift starting line. All of the bikes either already have a driver on them, or have someone tinkering with the vehicle. “My money’s on your boyfriend. Give him a kiss good luck so I can get my money’s worth.”
Your eyes frantically snap at Jaemin. He’s already left your side, walking up to the guy with the purple motorcycle and they talk a bit. You run after him fast enough to catch a glimpse of their conversation. The other guy told him that he was a piece of shit for demanding upgrades last minute. He leaves after Jaemin gives him a hard pat on the back. You lock eyes with him when you intersect.
“Why do you have so many bikes?” He gives you a grin. You’re unimpressed.
“They all serve different purposes, pretty girl. S’not like I can take you around with this monster.” You look at the ‘monster,’ and it definitely looks different from the one that he left at the police raid and the one in the back of Jeno’s car. You’re not an expert on vehicle breeds, so you don’t bother to understand what he means, but you know one thing for certain.
“Isn’t that, kind of like, dangerous?”
The corner of his lip twitches. He leans down a little and asks, “Scared I’ll get hurt?” 
“No, I’m just worried you’ll fuck up your face again.”
“Is my face the only reason you’re sticking around me?”
“Stay alive to find out,” you jab your finger into his forehead. “If you finish without a scratch, I might just give you an extra turn.”
Jaemin grabs your wrist and pulls it down, but doesn’t let go. Instead, he used it to jerk you forward. You stumble into his chest and he looks down at you with an annoyingly attractive smile. “Looking forward to it, pretty girl.” 
You thought he was hot even when he wore a permanent constipated expression on his face, but this opened you to a whole new world. You can feel your balance slipping away. Your knees are jelly. He takes advantage of that and pushes you back with ease, a firm grip on both of your shoulders until he signals Haechan to take you away unless you want to get run over. 
“Stop eye fucking him, it’s gross.” 
You ignore him. Your attention is pulled, lured into a single subject. Jaemin’s on the bike now, his hands positioned on the handles. There’s so much noise rupturing around you and the smell of oil and attacks the other end of your senses. Your eyes can’t even catch up to the scene. There’s a bang and you cough with your eyes stinging from the burst of smoke. The cheers scream louder. When you regain your vision, he’s already gone.
“Alright, time to go back, princess. You can wait for him in the car.”
“That’s it? Can’t you like, actually watch them?”
“Babe, you think this whole jig has cameras set up around? There’s a bunch of people watching at different spots of the circuit. If you’re lucky, someone might snag a picture or tweet that two guys crashed into each other and exploded.”
You wince. The only benchmark you have on Jaemin’s driving skills are two separate occasions with one feeling like a horizontal gyro drop and earlier— which wasn’t any better. The fear that suddenly shoots into your bloodstream brings you to a halt. 
“Relax. Jaem’s been doing this for a couple of months now and he hasn’t died yet.”
“Do you guys come here often?” you ask. The both of you arrive at Jeno’s pick-up. He’s leaned against the vehicle and busy on his phone, and seeing his face suddenly melts your anxieties away, replacing it with annoyance. He takes your hostility pretty well and retreats into his car.
“Once or twice a month,” Haechan replies, helping you into the cargo bed. There’s very little space with Jaemin’s other bike squeezed in along with an ice box in the corner, so he decides to sit on the ledge. “Last time there was a raid so operations had to stop for a while. That’s why there’s more people than usual today.”
From congregating in the middle of the road, the audience is now scattered all over the venue, clustered into their own groups while waiting for the racers to make their way back. Some ran after the bikes, thinking they could keep up with the illegal modified vehicles’ speed. It’s dim— just barely a few street bulbs on and some fairy lights hung strewn around a couple other cars in the field. You catch a familiar face in the crowd— the guy Jaemin was talking to earlier about his new bike— and you notice that he’s actually walking up to you. You blink when he crosses his arms over the cargo ledge, looking up at you.
“Were you the one who got Jaemin to paint his nails?”
“Uh, yes?”
He gives you a thumbs up. “Respect.”
You’re not sure what just happened. Haechan slips into the conversation, swiftly throwing an arm over your shoulder and both your cheeks are squished together. You squint your eyes at him. He greets the other guy with a volume that causes you to wince. “Let me introduce you to each other. This is Renjun. Renjun, this is…?”
You tell them your name, not even the slightest bit surprised that Jaemin hasn’t mentioned it to them. Or maybe he has and they just don’t care enough to remember. Both seem equally plausible. Your attention returns to Renjun. He gives you a wave of acknowledgement before proceeding to tell Haechan that if he doesn’t turn in his part for their project by midnight, he’ll get his name removed. “Oh, come on. Cut me some slack, Junnie. You’re acting like we haven’t been through shit together.”
“You’re the one who keeps putting me through shit, Haechan,” Renjun deadpans. “Anyway, nice to meet you. If you know what’s good for you, you should dump Jaemin by tonight. See you around.”
Renjun disappears into the crowd after giving you his friendly advice. You already know that most people wouldn’t approve of your involvement with Jaemin, but you never expected his friend to say the same thing to you. It leaves a bitter taste on your tongue, but of course it’s not going to deter you. In fact, it just makes you all the more determined to make things work with Jaemin— not caring if that’s a good idea or a terrible one.
You turn to Haechan. He’s digging into the cooler and pulls out a can of cheap beer. “How long have you guys been friends?” you ask him. The drink doesn’t reach his lips.
“Gross. Ew. That’s disgusting, don’t ever ask me that again,” he grimaces. “But I’ve known your boyfriend since we were in primary school.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Yeah, and you’re not waiting for his sweaty ass to cross the finish line so you can have a celebratory makeout session. Hey, turn off the glare. Loosen up and have a drink.”
Haechan tosses you another can from the box. You stare at the beverage, ice cold in your hands. You made a vow. You said you’ll never drink again, but from the hour you’ve met Haechan, you’re sure he’s gonna make fun of you for not drinking and he’s gonna rat out your ass to Jaemin. If you have to make a decision, you’ll choose preserving your pride over anything. One can and that’s it.
The burning sensation in your throat feels foreign and you bite back a grimace. You should have known a year of abstinence was gonna hit hard.
“Was Jaemin any different when you were kids?”
“You asking if he’s always been an asshole?” Haechan raises a brow. “Fucker framed me for breaking the vase at Jeno’s place when we were like ten and tried to push me down the stairs as a joke. He stirs up shit all the time but makes sure to hide his dirt from his parents. But the one thing he can’t hide is his personality. So, yes. He’s always been a dick.”
You snort at the thought of tiny Jaemin being the devil incarnate, mindlessly taking another sip of beer. If he’s always been the same, you wonder if it’s already impossible for him to outgrow his nasty tendencies. “Does he also really get provoked when people look at him for too long?” you throw another question. Haechan doesn’t seem to mind.
“Ever seen me looking directly at him the entire night?” he replies. “He’s crazy. Not even Jeno can look him in the eye for more than five seconds before he starts sweating. I’ve already spread rumors around uni that looking at him is like deliberately walking in front of a speeding train, but people take it as an invitation to test it. Take Junho hyung, for example. He got out with a broken nose and fractured arm.”
So that’s what happened. Jaemin definitely isn’t guilt free but your senior practically walked into the bear cage voluntarily. You’re learning new things about him when he’s not even here. You make a mental note to treat Haechan to lunch out sometime.
“Jaemin’s straightforward and simple. He does whatever he wants, whenever he wants, and doesn’t bend for anyone. But you don’t seem bothered by his attitude. Maybe because he’s nicer to you.”
“He’s brought me to two dates and so far both have been illegal.”
“That’s romance for you, baby,” he shoots you a wink with matching finger guns. You roll your eyes, feeling the alcohol starting to settle in your system and you’re sure you’re starting to get tipsy. Your tolerance has been completely trashed and this should have been a sign to stop drinking, but Haechan tosses you another can when he notices that yours is now empty.
With alcohol in the mix, your head is starting to go to different places. Haechan says that Jaemin doesn’t bend for anyone. It’s true for the most part, but he showed up at the park when you asked him to and even agreed to get his nails done. The amount of times you’ve looked him straight in the eye should be equivalent to at least two dozen beatings, but all he’s ever done is lightly shove you around and press your fingers to his lips like a jackass.
Your eyes widen. It’s past ten o’clock but you can feel the heat of the sun on your face.
Shit. What if he likes you?
“Oh, fuck. Hey. You’re gonna want to see this.”
Haechan had been on his phone the entire time you were doing mental gymnastics and flashes you the screen. It’s a blurry video. It’s a blurry video of Jaemin overtaking two guys at once and you can feel the violent tantrum inside your chest barrelling even louder, rougher, when the camera finally focuses and you can see the clear cut of his silhouette before he disappears again in a flash. Your head instinctively follows his phone when he snatches it back, and your cheek bumps into his shoulder.
Haechan cackles. “Can’t believe you’re hammered already.” You shoot him a glare and finish your second can, quickly moving on to the third. Your head fuzzes even more by the second, and as you feel the burn of cheap beer in your throat, your mind starts to wander again.
You can’t think of any other reason why he’d be making exceptions. It’s either he likes you or is shifting his attitude to get you to admit that he is too much for you to handle, but that’s sort of a reach, right? You’ve made a decision. Yes. You’re going to ask him once he’s done with the race. There’s a sudden stampede towards the street and the slow build-up of pandemonium meaning that they’re almost here. 
You stumble when you try to stand up, and your throat starts to dry up like sand. You push off Haechan who tries to help you up, but everyone is already running to watch them by the finish line and you don’t want to be a second late. The thought of seeing his face after the conclusion you’ve just made makes your head spin.
But you don’t get to see him race past the finish line. By the end of your third drink, you black out.
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Regret comes crashing in the form of blinding lights through an uncurtained window. You wince at the sharp attack on your senses, making the dull throbbing in your head feel even worse, so you sink further under the covers to block the light.
Wait. Covers?
“Morning, pretty girl.”
You jolt up and almost immediately regret it. If your headache isn’t enough to kill you, then your embarrassment will. You grace Jaemin with a horrified look. He’s by the doorframe, arms crossed and blankly staring. It hits you that this isn't your room. It hits you the second time that these aren’t your clothes.
“Did— did something happen between us?”
He doesn’t reply immediately. Jaemin takes a moment to enjoy the look of panic in your face and manages a short, quiet laugh before walking towards the bed. He settles on the right side of the mattress, covering the light leaking through the window glass and leans forward. His arm serves as a barricade, preventing you from bouncing up and running away in nervousness. The throbbing in your head is deafened by your heartbeat. 
“If you consider you puking your guts out all over me last night as ‘something happening,’ then, yeah. A lot happened. Good to see you’re still alive.”
You wait for him to take it back and say he’s kidding, but he doesn’t. Your face pales. You shouldn’t have drank. You really shouldn’t have and now you’re reaping the consequences of internalized pressure and pride. You want to bury yourself alive but you can’t throw out all of your dignity just yet. You’re going to pathetically hold onto it until the very end,
“Don’t give me that look. Jeno called your friend when we got to the apartment and she helped me clean you up. She’s the one that gave you a shower and changed your clothes. Don’t jump to conclusions.”
On second thought, you’re actually ruined now. You curl into the bedsheets. You indirectly caused Myung to talk to her shitty ex-boyfriend again to mop up your messy ass because you were with a guy she didn’t approve of. This warrants more than an apology. You should get on your knees and beg her to take you back in as a friend
“I’m a terrible person and I don’t deserve to live.”
“Stop fucking whining and drink some water.” You’re not sure how long the glass of water on his bedside table has been waiting, but he picks it up and shoves it to your face until your nearly dead limbs take it from him. “Haechan told me you passed out after three cans. You should’ve told me you couldn’t drink for shit.”
“I haven’t had any alcohol for over a year,” you shoot him a glare before bringing the glass to your lips.   
“Are you allergic or something?”
“No. Just parental trauma.” Jaemin gives you a look. You immediately clarify. “It’s not like that. My dad has a really embarrassing drinking habit and I vowed to stop drinking because I didn’t want to end up like him. Turns out I’m worse.”
“You’re fine,” he assures, taking the now emptied glass with one hand while he uses the other to wipe your mouth. “You didn’t get any on my hair, at least.”
There’s a conflict of interest and your brain is waging a war against itself. How dare he make your heart flutter and immediately make you want to bury yourself alive in the next second. He’s terrible. “Look. I’m sorry. I know. Please stop talking about that now.”
“You threw up in the doorway and in my shower.”
“I said shut the fuck up, asshole.”
Something in his eyes flickers, almost as if you flipped a switch on him. The air gets knocked out of your chest when your back hits the mattress, a gasp slipping out of you. You recall what he said to you the other night, when his brain was all messed up after getting a few too many punches in the head— even more pretty when you talk shit, he said. Those words in his voice ring inside your ears when you face him wide eyed as he’s practically pinning you against the bed. Maybe he was actually serious when he said that. He looks like he would eat you up. 
“It’s not like I’m actively being a dick, pretty girl. I just like being myself.” His voice comes off as a rumble. Your right hand twitches but it can’t move— he’s got his fingers clasped around yours and you swallow hard when he squeezes them tighter. “And I was pretty damn nice to you last night. You’re still pretty when you’re shitfaced and fucked over.”
Things are starting to click. Coming from a life of privilege and power since he was born, Jaemin must have been doing whatever he wanted his whole life without any significant consequences. The both of you might have similar backgrounds, but when you were younger, your parents used to be a lot stricter, a lot more imposing. They’ve become more lenient as you grew up, of course, but they still instilled a level of control over you to this day. When you and him first met, they forced you to come. His parents simply hoped that he would show up.
He did. But he showed up on his own terms and left in the same manner. You’re starting to understand him better. Still, understanding doesn’t mean condoning that he has, admittedly, been a total piece of shit at times. And knowing the reasons for his behavior doesn’t mean knowing how to fix it. Sometimes he would bend his ego and listen to you, but that doesn’t warrant a complete shift in his principles, either.
Well, that’s not your problem and you’re not sure if it is even a problem. You’re not here to fix him. 
“I know,” you tell him. “Thanks for taking care of me, Jaemin.”
You’re here to have a good time and he’s giving you a lot of it. It doesn’t really matter when he makes every second with him feel like you’re riding on quicksand and taming rabid fires. He’s turned the thing you hated into something you’re thankful for with his own two hands by being the terrible person that he is.
“You should be grateful.” He lets you off with an innocent pinch on your nose right after looking at you for a good few minutes as if he would actually devour you alive. Jaemin pulls himself back, a familiar shade of pink coloring his ears and neck. “Your clothes are still in the dryer. I forgot to put them in last night,” he informs. “Stay here until they’re dry. Or don’t. Do whatever the fuck you want.”
He gets up and starts making his way to the door. You remember the conclusions you arrived at last night while you were drunk and delusional— that maybe he liked you. You have most of your mental capacities in check right now, and you’re willing to further test that hypothesis. Him blushing isn’t enough. You need to have him keeling over his own (maybe nonexistent) feelings and falling flat in the face.
“What if I want to stay in your bed the whole day?”
You can’t see if there’s anything on the floor but he stumbles a bit. He turns his head. “By yourself?”
“You can join me if you want.”
Jaemin’s eyes are lowered. He looks at you in consideration. “It’s not a matter of whether I want to or not, pretty girl. It’s a matter of whether you could handle it or not,” he says. “Can you?”
As a response, you nudge yourself to the side and pat on the space beside you. Jaemin takes this as a signal— he sharply walks back to the side of the bed, leans down, and gives you a knock on the head. “I ordered hangover soup,” he tells you. “Get your ass up once you’re sick of invading my space.”
With the creak and slam of the door, he’s gone. You blink, hand on your head and eyes unfocused. You’ve cracked him. All that’s left is to dig under the crust and surface.
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The floor is cold and dirty and gross, but you’re on your knees with your head down in front of Myung. Your hands lay on your lap in repentance. Myung tells you to stop being an idiot.
“Please stop. You’re causing a scene.”
You do, albeit slowly and remorsefully. Myung lets out a sigh and you’re about to beg again. She grabs your shoulders before you could, and you’re forced to look at her. “You’ve been doing a lot of dumb things lately,” she starts. “Dumb things, but not bad things. You’re fine. It’s all fine. Next time you get hammered, I told Jaemin to call me directly.”
“Oh my god,” you lunge to give her a hug and she pats your back. “There won’t be a next time. I swear.”
“You’re worse than your dad.”
“I know,” you grimace, pulling yourself together. “And I thought you didn’t like Jaemin. But you even gave him your number.”
She shrugs. “Just in case. And he isn’t as bad as I thought. Poor boy was pale as fuck when you passed out. He wasn’t even useful because he was panicking too much. Guy acts like hot shit but gets pathetic when you’re passed out and puking. I doubt he’s capable of hurting you like his dick of a friend.”
You stare at her. Maybe that’s why Jeno had to call Myung— because Jaemin was practically useless. It’s a funny thought and it’s hard to believe, but your fingertips tingle at its mere possibility. Myung hugs you goodbye as she leaves for her next class, and you’re left in the hallway to check the time. It’s thirty minutes before noon, and you managed to remember your mental, though admittedly alcohol-stained, note of treating Haechan lunch for ramblings about his friend (of course, he doesn’t need to know that reason). You managed to egg Jaemin for his number before you left his apartment. You text him that you’ll be waiting at the restaurant.
“You’re nicer than your boyfriend.”
“I told you, he’s not my boyfriend.”
There’s a look of doubt on his face as he steals the sushi roll from the platter and shoves it in his mouth, inelegantly pointing the now empty chopstick at you with a muffled voice. “Maybe he will be soon,” he says, a bead of rice pasted on his chin. “Not sure about you, but he definitely likes you. At first I thought he was just fucking around, but then the loser missed the finish line and drove straight to the fucking car like a madman when he noticed you weren’t watching.”
You cough. Hard. You scatter to grab the glass of water and Haechan nonchalantly passes it to you. “I thought he was gonna kill me when he saw you passed out. You owe me another fucking lunch for that threat to my life. You’re looking a little too happy after being told that your boyfriend nearly murdered me, you bitch. Fuck the both of you.”
Admittedly, things are going a little too fast than what you’re used to. You’ve only known him for like, almost two weeks. At this point of time, your previous relationships and flings would still be trying to curry your affection, but Na Jaemin managed to grab you by the neck from the very moment you saw him— for reasons of affection or otherwise, but all that doesn’t matter when you’re itching to dig further and further underneath his skin at every moment that passes.
When you finish your lunch with Haechan, the first thing you do is give him a call. He answers after the first ring, “Talk.” Always so eloquent.
“You didn’t ruin your face during the race, right?”
He’s quiet for a moment. Then you hear him laugh. “Not a scratch. I wasn’t going to bring it up, but you seem to enjoy getting dragged around by me.”
“I think you’re the one getting soft, Jaemin.”
“You’re on thin ice.”
“Wow, I’m so scared.” 
“Where are you?” You can hear the sliding of a door at his end of the line, and the sound of the wind becomes clearer. “You’re getting pretty cocky. Sounds like I need to put you in your place.”
“Looking forward to it.” You end the call and send him your location through text. Jaemin doesn’t take long to show up on his bake, and the temptation to tease him for it is almost stronger than your fear that he would change his mind and leave you behind if you do. 
You decide to save pushing his buttons for another day and instead enjoy the way his warmth seeps into you whenever you press up against him on his bike, taking you to god knows where— probably somewhere illegal again. It isn’t clear when or how your desire to prove his arrogant ass wrong transformed into a general fondness and a sea of uncharted feelings, but you’re not questioning it. You let yourself get washed and carried away.
He brings you way past the parameters of the city and to the seaside, leaving behind his bike at the foot of a rocky, uphill slope where there’s nothing but the gray and black mix of rocks and stone, pointing towards the salty horizon. You can hear the sound of waves splashing against the cliffside, some tides riding high enough to splatter droplets on you. “Wow,” you gape. “This place is so pretty. How did you find it?”
Jaemin is already settled on the uneven ground, just a few inches away from the cliff’s edge. You walk towards him and sit down as well. You can see the seafoam and seawater if you lean forward. “I stomped on a kid back in high school. He tattled on his older friends. They jumped me and brought me here— threatened to throw me off if I tried to mess with the piece of shit again.”
You stare at him. He shrugs. “I took care of it. Paid some college idiots to fuck them over. Dumbass transferred before I could do anything else to him. Fucking loser.”
It horrifies and fascinates you that the backstory to this place stemmed from violent teenage hormones and pride, but that doesn’t detract from the scenery in front of you. Waves crash against the rocks in tumultuous shifts. You shouldn’t have to wonder how something so pretty could also be so violent when there’s Jaemin right before your eyes. There’s a slight breeze, and his hair shuffles along with it. There are barely visible lines in between his eyebrows from his frowning too much, but the rarity of his smile makes it a hundred times prettier.
“The fuck are you staring at?”
“I can’t help it,” you answer. “Quit having such a nice face then maybe I’ll stop.”
“I can’t help it,” he mocks. You jab his side with your elbow but he’s unbothered. “It’s the only thing keeping you around me. Why would I give up on that?”
You move an inch closer. Your cheek is pressed on his shoulder. He cranes his head to look at you. “Are you sure?”
Jaemin doesn’t say or do anything, but you can feel something shifting in the air. The both of you stare at each other for a while, the sounds of the ocean crashing and splashing into itself engulfing your surroundings. For a moment, you think he’s gonna kiss you, but Jaemin is frozen in time with his ears pink and eyes open. After his moment of weakness, nudges you off with a grunt and digs into his pockets. You don’t mask your disappointment when he brings a cigarette to his lips and mumbles swear words at the wind when it blows out his lighter fire.
“I take it back, Your face really is your only redeeming quality. You’re annoying.”
“Suck it up, pretty girl. So is yours.” He blows a tuft of smoke into your face when he finally manages to light it, and your face scrunches with a round of coughs, fanning it away.
You watch as he brings the unlit end of the cigarette between his lips again before he removes it with a trail of gray, toxic air. It’s like he’s showing off. You’re not thinking too hard when you ask, “Can I try?”
Jaemin looks at you. “Do you smoke?”
“No,” you reply. “I’ve never even touched a cigarette my entire life.”
“Then, fuck no.” Your eyes widen in surprise when he throws it somewhere you can’t even see. The relaxed look on his face is gone when he turns back to face you. “You should’ve said so when I took out the fucking dart.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “You looking down on me, big guy?”
“I’m making sure your paper weak lungs don’t shrivel up and die,” he clicks his tongue. “Quit forcing yourself to do shit you don’t actually want to just to prove that you can keep up with me. You’ve already made it obvious that you’re harder to put up with.”
He admitted it. You’ve just won your stupid freaking game or bet or whatever it even was, but you don’t feel the least bit elated.
There’s a weight in your gut that’s anchoring you to the ground. You’re almost disappointed— hurt, even. But then he throws his head back with a groan, a hand digging into his hair with a harsh grip. He turns to shoot you a glare when he drops his arm.
“You drive me fucking insane.”
This is Jaemin you’re talking to and he’s nowhere near normal, so you can’t expect him to admit his feelings for you in a normal way as well. He drives this point further when he says, “And I’ve already made up my mind. You’re not going anywhere. I’m keeping you even if my face gets fucked and even if you keep pussying shit out.”
Then your disappointment slowly climbs into a giddiness bordering on adrenaline. It stirs you to your knees, the rough terrain nipping against the thin layer of skin, but you ignore it just so you can have some physical leverage on this bastard. 
“Can’t you say something sweet and romantic for once, you piece of shit?”
Jaemin tries to blink away his alarm when you roughly jerk him forward by the collar. He stares at you— eyes first, but you notice his gaze lowering. “Your lips look extra pretty when you call me a piece of shit.”
You want to throw him off the cliff. “Try again.”
“I want to kiss you right now.”
“I’ll give you a pass.” You loosen your grip on his collar. “Hurry up. What are you waiting for?”
Jaemin doesn’t need to be told twice. He pull you down by the hips and kisses you like he’s following a script he’s run over and over again inside his head prior— biting, nipping, and you feel yourself falling back as you try and gasp for air, but he chases after your lips like he’s addicted to you and not the cigarettes you can taste on his tongue. He’s restless, grunting against your mouth, and you have to pry him off to make sure he doesn’t die from a lack of oxygen.
“Calm down,” you breathe out. He lunges forward again in response. You should have remembered that the edge of a cliff isn’t the safest place to make out. When you stretch an arm behind you to balance yourself, you touch nothing and gravity pulls you down from behind.
Your scream snaps Jaemin out of his high. In your panic to grab onto him, the rocks crumble from underneath you and you’re sure you’re about to slip and fall off along with the crumbling edge. Jaemin manages to grab you by the arm, but you’re still centimeters away from death with the ground on your feet slowly falling apart and your weight tipping off your balance. You wait for Jaemin to pull you back into safety, but you see the look on his eyes. The same look when he’s hellbent on fucking with you to test just how much of him you can handle.
“Jaemin,” you warn. “Na Jaemin.”
You can see it. He’s tempted to loosen his hold just to scare the crap out of you just like how you nearly pissed yourself when he first made you ride on his motorcycle. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
He doesn’t. He pulls you forward with his other hand landing on your back to steady you on the ground, but you push him off. 
Jaemin is nicer to you, softer on you, and treats you like an exemption which makes you forget that inherently, he’s not a good person. He’s an asshole even to his friends and he’s a dick even to you. You’re livid. He kisses you like his life depended on it but hesitates on saving your ass the next second because he is and he will always be a piece of shit. 
He’s straightforward and simple. He does whatever he wants because knows there won’t be any consequences. He should learn that won’t always be the case.
“Where are you going?”
“Away,” you slap away his hand when he tries to reach out to you. “Don’t follow me. Don’t try to contact me either.”
You’re fueled by a mix of anger and disappointment when you leave him behind. Normally, you’d shrug his shitty behavior off like you’ve always done, his pretty face and understated affection always trumping whatever nasty things he says, but this time it’s different. You can hear your barrelling heartbeat inside your ribcage when you’re on a cab back home, feel the threat of cold winds on the back of your neck when you were partially dangled in the air.
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It’s been a week. You’re less mad about the stunt he pulled and more so about the fact that he actually never tried to call or text you within the seven days that passed. This made you realize that he’s never been the first person to call or text between the both of you, either, so even though you want to see him, you’re more bent on letting him marinate in the salty consequences of his personality and actions.
That is until your parents bother you again. You’re reading a magazine on the living room sofa when they tell you to get dressed and get ready for another dinner with Jaemin’s family. You sit up, hair a mess. “Why didn’t you tell me beforehand?”
“I did. Over dinner the other day.”
Admittedly, you have been out of it the entire week, so you might have missed it. You’re not sure if you’re ready to see him already. He hasn’t even gotten on his knees and groveled for forgiveness yet.
But, like last time, you don’t have much of a choice. It’s deja vu when you get in the car and complain about having to go with them. “I already told you earlier, sweetie,” your father tries to placate you. “I promised Jaehyuck that we’d all be having dinner together. You can leave after the first course if you don’t feel too well. It didn’t seem like you and their son got along last time, so I won’t force you to stay long.”
You scoffed at his statement. Oh, the both of you would be getting along really nicely right now if their son just fixed his personality a little. Not that you’re any better. The main reason why you got entangled with Na Jaemin in the first place was because of your ego, after all. You both bring out the best and worst in each other.
However, it’s not pride that compels you to delay having to see his annoyingly pretty face again. When you arrive at the hotel’s restaurant, you make a detour to the bathroom, pretending that washing your hands would be enough to wash away your nerves because really— you’re super fucking nervous. What if he never actually liked you and he isn’t bothered by all this at all? He never said it. He never admitted it. Your stupid arrogant head might have jumped into that conclusion all alone.
You have your head down facing the sink when your phone buzzes on the counter, loosening your grip on the surface’s edges to read her text message. Where are you? she asks. The smiley face emoji that follows after threatens you to your feet.
“Sorry. I had to answer a few calls for a class project due this week. Mr. and Mrs. Na, it’s nice to see you again!”
The couple greet your arrival. Mrs. Na gets up from her seat to give you a welcoming embrace and in the midst of all that, you manage to lock eyes with Jaemin.
He’s sitting on the long table. It feels like your roles are reversed, but unlike last time, his attire looks more appropriate for the occasion and you hate how he in a neat button up and coat ties knots inside your stomach. He’s nodding along to whatever your dad is saying, but his eyes are on you. You swallow. 
“How have you been, dear?”
You snap back to your senses, giving Mrs. Na a bright smile. “I’ve been doing well. Never been better.” You hope you managed to compose your expression because the last thing you need is them finding out you’re having a falling out with their son after flirting and messing around for a good two weeks.
The dinner seems to be going well. You smile and join the conversation when you’re needed. Jaemin does the same. You caught all four of your guardians sneaking concerned glances at the both of you considering the first interaction you had with each other wasn’t exactly friendly, but they relax after the second course when neither of you showed any signs of talking to each other.
You’re starting to feel nauseous. This is getting ridiculous. You make an excuse and leave the booth. You’re halfway to the bathroom again when someone calls out your name.
Jaemin is standing a few feet away from you in the hallway. You cross your arms, giving him time to catch up to you. He looks troubled when he meets you face-to-face— mouth pressed together in uncertainty, brows knitted from an emotion other than annoyance. He fishes the words from the air, clearing his throat before finally breathing out, “I’m sorry.”
You compose yourself. You try your best to keep your emotions from leaking through your expression, making sure your arms are still firmly pressed against your chest. “For what?”
“For trying to test your patience while you were hanging off a cliff.”
“Glad you know what you did wrong.”
“Like hell I’d let you fall off.”
“I was still fucking scared, Jaemin.”
“I know,” he says. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
You snort. “You don’t do that often.”
“Fuck off,” he snaps. “Wait. No. Sorry.”
You hold back a laugh. He’s crude, he’s impolite, and his personality will get him into a truckload of problems in the future, but you don’t think it’s a problem to you when he’s trying his best and looks like he’s in genuine panic, thinking that he screwed up again. Jaemin is everything the rumors say about him and nothing at all. You cut off his incoherent swears and apologies with a tug on his sleeve. “C’mere,” you open your arms. He doesn’t think twice to lock his arms around your waist which causes you to stumble into his chest.
He isn’t groveling on the floor, but you don’t mind. This much is already a lot for his self-centered ego. “I’ll forgive you,” you tell him after managing to find your balance in his tight squeeze. He smells like cigarette smoke and vanilla. “I’ll forgive you if you stop swearing for a day.”
You hear him groan. “Fuck you, that’s too much.”
“I’ll consider letting you be my boyfriend if you stop for three.”
Suddenly, he pries himself off. He has a tight grip on your shoulders and he’s looking at you like he’s carefully picking out letters from the alphabet to formulate his reply. “Okay,” he finally says. “Alright.”
Your parents would be elated to find out that their whole matchmaking stunt actually worked, but you put breaking the news to them into the backburner for now. It won’t be easy to explain that you and Na Jaemin started dating just to prove each other wrong. It’ll be even more difficult to describe how you ended up catching feelings. 
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gyeomsweetgyeom · 3 months
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[7:09 pm]
(cw: parents!au)
Every parent knew what silence meant. Silence meant some huge mess was being made, someone was hiding, being mischievous, general mayhem being had. This was especially true in your home with your daughter and 3 cats. It was never this quiet in your house with the four—five troublemakers in your house. It couldn’t be the main troublemaker because he was sitting right next to you, fully invested in a a reality tv show.
“Jaemin, listen,” You said quietly while you muted the tv.
He looked at you quizzically, “I don’t hear anything… what could she be doing now?”
“It’s not her nap time yet, I have a very bad feeling about this,” you replied nervously.
Your daughter had a sweet face, she was nice and friendly in public. She always waved at strangers with a huge smile on her face. She knew to stay by your side when she wasn’t sitting in a shopping cart. She very rarely threw tantrums, a perfect little angel. People had even told you so.
In the comfort of your home on the other hand, she was hyperactive and loud. She wreaked havoc on the daily. And the cats were either right her side or far, far away from her. There was no in between. When the cats decided she was being too much your daughter would try to climb their scratching posts to reach them or pull on their tails. The poor animals. When they decided to help her the house was loud, something got destroyed, scratched, or simply broken.
The last time the 4 of them had joined forces you needed to buy a new bookshelf for the living room with all new frames for the pictures that filled up some empty spaces on the shelves.
“Rock, paper, scissors to see who goes,” Jaemin offered. You rolled your eyes but complied. Softly hitting your fist against the palm of your hand. One paper and one rock, you lost.
“Wish me luck please, and have your credit card ready to shop. Oh my god, I think I’m gonna be sick,” you muttered, standing from the couch and walking toward your daughter’s room, but not without pouting and sending pleasing looks to your husband.
You tiptoed quietly to her open door and took a peek inside. Oh good, she was playing with her baby dolls. Wait, since when were they covered in fur?
You ran back to the living room whisper yelling, “Honey, you have to come see what your daughter is doing!”
Jaemin tilted his head back and shut his eyes, “why is she only my daughter when she’s being naughty?”
“It’s not even that bad, no new furniture. Just come see!” You tugged on his arm until he was up and quietly sneaking behind you.
You both peeked into the open door and watched as your daughter swaddled up one of the cats, Luke. And he liked it! He was purring and nuzzling into your daughters small and unusually gentle hands. “Ok baby! It’s time for a nap!” She told the cat before placing him in her toy bassinet. The poor doll who it belonged to could be seen face down under her bed.
“And for the other baby, it’s lunch! Time for your bottle,” she told Luna, picking up the cat and holding her like a newborn while holding a toy bottle to the cat’s mouth. And poor Lucy was sitting on a doll bed with a bonnet tied below her chin, but she looked unbothered.
“I think the cats… like it?” Jaemin whispered in confusion.
You looked at him, “weirdly enough, I think they do too.”
You and Jaemin continued to watch the four of them play and interact. They were all calm and playing happily, until, she turned and caught sight of you.
She bounded over to you and jumped into your arms, knocking the wind out of you.
“I’m practicing!” She smiled brightly.
“What are you practicing for, baby?” You asked her, moving some hair out of her face.
“Daddy said he’s going to get me a baby brother! So I have to practice being a good big sister!” She smiled, stating it like it was obvious.
Your fave dropped, looking at Jaemin with a raised eyebrow, “did your dad say that? That’s news to me. What else did he tell you, baby?”
Jaemin’s face dropped and your daughter began spilling all their secrets. How he always bought her candy before ballet, they sometimes snuck some ice cream together after you were asleep, Jaemin put sugar in her cereal, and how he promised her new toys if she didn’t mention anything about a new sibling. “Do I still get my toys daddy?”
“Uh! No! She would not be getting any new toys!”Jaemin yelled in his mind.
“You can ask daddy later, he’s about to be in very big trouble.”
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jenoroyals · 21 days
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Cigarettes After Sex - Lee Jeno
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pairing : jeno x fem!reader
synopsis : Starting your first year of college in a different country was exciting to you. Everything fell into place - your roommate, your friends, and even your apartment. The only thing that didn’t was Lee Jeno - your roommate’s boyfriend’s best friend.
word count : 17.7K words
content/warnings : college au!, fluff, angst, strangers to lovers?, one bed trope, smoking usage, heavy drinking usage, cursing, cheating (not jeno or mc), perv!jeno, semi sexual content, etc.
featuring : yunjin (lesaraffim), mina (former gugudan), jaemin (nct), mark (nct), haechan (nct), renjun (nct), chenle (nct), jisung (nct), giselle (aespa), & shotaro (riize).
During your childhood you dreamed of growing up, being on your own and going out was all you’ve ever wanted. Hearing stories from your older relatives about how wild they were in college just made it more severe.
“Yn? What college are you thinking about?” Your older sister asks.
You think for a moment before replying. “Well, I was thinking of Seoul National University.” You say and she furrows her brows.
“Well, that’s far from home.” She says, staring at you.
“I know but they have a great nursing program.” You defend while looking at her.
“Schools around here have great nursing programs too.” Your sister argues and you shake your head.
“Not like the one over there.” You say and she sighs defeatedly.
“Can you even speak the language?" Your sister asks and you nod your head.
“Yes, I took classes all throughout high school. I’m basically fluent.” You say and she scoffs lightly.
“Nerd.” She says and you slap her arm. “Hey!” She laughs and looks at you before getting serious again.
“Have you talked to mom and dad?” She asks and you shake your head no.
“I’m pretty sure they won’t mind.” You say and look at her before getting up. “I might not even get accepted. I’m still thinking about what colleges to apply to.”
“Well, as your older sister, I don’t want you to go that far. But, I know that you’ve always taken your education seriously, so if that's where you want to go, then you should apply.” Your sister says and you snort.
“I was going to anyway.” You say with a roll of your eyes, jokingly.
She pushes your shoulder and mumbles “Whatever.” before walking out of your room with a laugh.
You walk over to your computer and start looking at the application to SNU. Sighing, you click on the application and start typing in your information. “Let’s hope.”
You smile thinking about that memory while packing your bags. Tomorrow, you’ll leave your hometown and go to South Korea.
“Are you excited?” Your mom asks while zipping up one of your luggages.
“Yeah I am.” You say and she smiles while looking at you.
“Is your roommate nice?” She asks and you nod with a smile.
“Yeah, we’ve been talking a lot lately. She seems nice.” You say and your mom asks for her name.
“Yunjin. She was born in Korea but moved to New York when she was little.”
You were online looking at the dorms, hoping to find a suitable roommate when an ad listing popped up. Curiously, you clicked on it and found a girl named Yunjin who was looking for a roommate to help pay for her apartment. She looked nice and the apartment was close to the university.
Hesitantly, you clicked on the apply button and started reading the conditions before applying. You were sure that you could pay for half of the rent with your card. Your parents were both brand owners so money wasn’t an issue.
The next day, you received an email saying that she would be glad to have you as a roommate and that's when a new friendship formed.
Your mom nods her head and starts running her hands through your hair. “I’m gonna miss you.” She says and sniffles which causes you to turn around.
“Mom, don’t cry. I’ll be okay, I promise.” You say to her and hug her.
“I know you will, I’m just gonna miss my baby.” She says and you coo at her.
“I’m okay.” You mom says and pulls away while wiping her eyes.
“Now finish packing up. I’m going to start preparing dinner.” She says and walks out of your room.
You sigh and grab your phone, looking at the messages you received.
facetime? - yunjin
You quickly type a response before you get an incoming call from her. “Hello?” You ask while placing your phone on your vanity.
“Hi! I’m so excited to move in and finally meet you in person.” She says and you laugh while packing away your accessories.
“Me too! I can’t believe we’re finally going to meet tomorrow.” You say and look at her through your phone.
“Are you still packing, girl?” She asks and laughs.
“Just last minute things.” You say and she nods her head.
“What time does your flight land?” She asks and you quickly look at your boarding pass.
“I should be landing at 5pm. You’re picking me up right?” You ask her and she nods. “Yes I am.”
The two of you stayed on the phone until it was time for you to go eat dinner. After dinner you showered and laid down on your bed. You couldn’t sleep due to the excitement and nerves. You were going to be far away from home, your family, everything you’ve ever known.
It was like you were finally starting your life, this was all that you dreamed of while growing up. Now that it’s finally happening, you couldn’t help but be nervous. You don’t even remember falling asleep but somehow you get woken up by your alarm.
Your flight was at 5am and you had to be there about an hour early. You woke up at around 3am and walked into your bathroom. You brushed your teeth and hair, trying to make yourself look comfy but somewhat presentable since you were going to be on a flight for 12 hours.
After getting ready and grabbing your bags, you brought them downstairs where your parents were already preparing snacks and food for your flight.
“Are you ready, sweetie?” Your dad asks and hands you the bag of food and snacks.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He nods and hugs you, squeezing you tightly.
“My baby girl is leaving the nest.” He says and you laugh.
“I’ll be back dad. I’m not leaving forever.” You say and he laughs along with your mom.
“Okay, we should start leaving. It’s already 3:45.” Your mom says and starts grabbing your luggage.
You follow her out into the car with 2 suitcases in your hands, along with the bag full of food. After putting everything into the car, the three of you get inside the car and drive to the airport.
Your parents followed you all the way through the airport until they couldn’t anymore. You turned to face them and hugged them tightly.
“I’m going to miss you guys.” You say and they both sniffle, trying hard not to cry.
“Be safe please.” You mom says and you nod your head.
“I will, I promise.”
“Flight 423 to Seoul will now be boarding.” Was heard over the intercom.
“I love you guys.” You say to them and hug them tight once again before turning around.
You wave goodbye to them before you can’t see their figures anymore. Pushing your glasses up, you make your way into the first class section of the plane. Setting your bag down, you quickly take your glasses off and look out the window.
Another 20 minutes went by before the plane started to take off. You watch out the window as the city lights start becoming smaller and smaller.
Goodbye home.
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After a 12 hour flight, you finally landed in Korea. Grabbing your bags from the baggage claim, you walked out into the front of the airport, hoping to see Yunjin.
“Yn!” You hear your name being called and turn to where the voice came from.
You let out a squeal and run towards Yunjin. She wraps her arms around you and laughs.
“You’re finally here!” She says and you nod your head before pulling away.
“The air feels different.” You joke and she laughs.
“You haven’t even stepped outside yet.”
“I know but it just does.” You say and she laughs before helping you with your suitcases. The two of you walk out of the airport and to her car.
As you’re looking out the car window, you see different types of scenery. Buildings, people, trees, rivers, and bicyclists.
“Oh wow, the college looks huge.” You say and she laughs.
“I’m so not excited for school.” She says and you nod your head.
“Me too. Thank god we have two weeks before we have to start attending classes.” You say and the both of you continue to talk until she parks inside the apartment parking garage.
She popped the trunk open so you could get your luggages out. She helped you with them before the both of you walked towards the apartment building. There were two different apartment buildings.
“Okay, so we are in the building on the left on the fourth floor.” She says.
You follow her and get into an elevator. The elevator arrives on the fourth floor and you guys walk down the hall.
“124...125…126…and 127.” She says to herself and turns to you.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, I’m dying to just lay down for a bit.” You say and she laughs before unlocking the door.
The walls were white with pictures and decorations adorning them. She had black leather couches surrounding a glass coffee table.
“You can put your stuff in here.” She says and leads you to a room. There was a queen sized bed with black bedding.
“I hope you like it. I wasn't sure how to decorate it.” She says and you shake your head.
“It’s perfect.” You say and she nods her head.
“What time are we going to dinner?” You ask her, starting to unpack.
“At 6, and I hope you don’t mind but I invited my boyfriend and some of our friends.” She says and you shake your head again.
“Not at all. I’m excited to make new friends.” You say and unzip another suitcase.
“What’s his name?” You ask while she helps unbag your skincare and makeup onto the vanity table.
“Jaemin.” She answers and looks at you.
“You know, his friends are also super cute.”
“Yunjin don’t.” You say jokingly and she laughs.
“What? I’m just saying. You said that you’ve never dated before. Why not try new experiences? I mean, that’s what you’re here for right?” She asks and you sigh before looking at her.
“Well yeah but-”
“But, nothing. Come on, you’re in a foreign country, you’re sweet, and you’re hot. You could probably get anyone you want.” She says, walking closer to you.
“Let’s just see how this goes.” You say and she smiles while clapping her hands.
After unpacking, you showered and started getting ready for dinner. After applying makeup and doing your hair, you looked through the drawers for clothes. You decided on a pair of low rise jeans with a baby pink cropped tank top.
After getting ready you grabbed your phone to look at the time but the doorbell rang. Confused, you walked out of your room and knocked on Yunjin’s bedroom door.
“Ynn, it’s my boyfriend and our friends. Can you let them in?” She yells from the other side of the door.
You yell back a yes and walk to the front door to open it. Three guys all dressed differently looked back at you in a confused manner.
“Are you sure this is the right one, dude?” The guy in a plain white long sleeve asks.
“Yes I’m sure. Hi, you must be the new roommate.” The guy in the middle asks.
“Yeah, I’m Yn. Nice to meet you. Please, come in.” You open the door wider for them to enter.
“Yunjin’s in the room.” You tell him and he nods before walking into her room.
Feeling awkward, you gesture for the other two boys to sit in the living room. They both walked over to the couch and sat down.
“Hello, I’m Mark. It's nice to meet you.” The guy who spoke earlier says and smiles at you.
He holds his hand out as a gesture for you to shake it. You grab his hand and smile back at him. “Yn.”
“I’m Jeno.” The other one says.
You quickly look at him and observe him. He was dressed in black ripped jeans with a plain white tee and a black leather jacket.
He was oozing with charisma, from the way he talked to the way he dressed. He had rings adorned on his fingers, paired with silver metal bracelets and multiple necklaces around his neck. You almost felt intimidated by him until he flashed a bright smile at you. His eyes formed into cute little crescents of the moon.
“Nice to meet you.” You say and walk away to grab your shoes. You grab your pink dunks and walk over to the couch to put your shoes on but before you could, Mark speaks up.
“Where’s the bathroom?” He asks and you direct him to it before continuing to put on your shoes.
As you bent down to slip your foot in, Jeno noticed how he could see your cleavage poking through the opening of your tank top. He smirks and licks his lips before looking back at his phone. After putting your shoes on you sat there in silence.
“Nice shoes.” He says and you look at him.
“Thank you.” You look down to his shoes to compliment him as well when you notice he’s wearing the same shoes as you just in black.
“You too.” You shyly say and he chuckles softly.
Jaemin and Yunjin finally walk back into the living room.
“Is everyone here?” She asks and Jamein shakes his head.
“We’re waiting for Mina.” Jaemin says and your eyebrows furrow.
“Who’s Mina?” You ask and Yunjin walks over to come sit next to you.
“Mark’s girlfriend. She lives further away from campus.” Yunjin says and you nod your head. Just then, Mark walks out and sits back down where he was sitting previously.
The atmosphere was a little awkward and you felt yourself curl up into a ball. You could feel Jeno’s eyes on you but you choose to ignore it, looking at anywhere but him. Finally, the doorbell rings signaling Mina’s arrival. Mark goes to open the door and greets her with a kiss.
“Okay, let’s go.” Yunjin says and walks to Jaemin, intertwining their hands. You’re the last one out of the door and you turn around to lock the door humming to yourself.
You turn back around and see Jeno waiting for you as the rest of them start walking to the parking garage.
“You didn’t have to wait for me.” You joke and he laughs.
“It’s okay, I didn’t want to really be with the couples anyway.” He says and you laugh, the two of you trailing behind the rest of the group.
Mark and Mina walk towards her car and you follow the rest of them into what you assume to be Jeno’s car since Jaemin was getting in the back seat. You turn to look at Yunjin who wiggles her eyebrows at you teasingly. You jokingly roll your eyes and get into the passenger seat.
“The usual?” Jeno asks and Yunjin nods her head.
He waits a moment for his phone to connect to the car before pulling out of the parking garage and heading to the restaurant. The music started to play and you recognized the song.
Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex
“I love this song.” You say out loud, hoping to make conversation.
“Yeah?” He asks and looks over at you quickly.
“Yeah, I love Cigarettes After Sex.” You say and softly laugh.
“What’s your favorite song?” You ask and turn to look at him with a smile.
“Probably ‘K.’ What about you?” He replies and you stop and think for a moment.
“It’s hard to say because I love all of their songs but I’ve been listening to ‘Sunsetz’ a lot recently.” You say and start playing with your fingers.
The conversation dies again but this time it’s not an awkward silence, it’s a comfortable one. A while later, you guys finally reach the restaurant and Jeno parks the car. The four of you get out of the car and meet up with Mark and Mina who were inside the restaurant already.
The six of you sit down at the table and start looking at the menu. It was a Korean Barbeque place. You were at the end of the table, closest to the wall with Yunjin on your left and across from her was Jaemin. Mark and Mina took up the remaining seats.
You look at the menu, debating on what you should get.
“The spicy pork belly is pretty good.” Jeno says across from you. You look up at him and smile.
“Yeah I was thinking about getting that.” You say and he smiles before looking back down at the menu.
“So, Yn. What are you majoring in?” Mina asks you before taking a sip of her water.
“Oh I’m majoring in nursing right now.”
“Oh, no way! Me too!.” Jaemin says and holds out his hand for a high five. You shyly high five him and the conversation continues.
Mark and Mina were both in their second year of college. Mark wanted to become a music producer and his girlfriend wanted to become a veterinarian. Yunjin and Jaemin were in the same year as you and like yourself, Jaemin wanted to become a nurse. You knew that Yunjin wanted to be a lawyer from previous conversations.
Jeno kept quiet most of the time, letting his friends talk before he did. After Jaemin finished speaking you turned to Jeno with questioning eyes.
“What about you?” You ask him and he softly smiles.
“I want to be a car designer.” He sheepishly says and you nod your head.
“That’s cool! I think you’d be good at it.” You say and he laughs.
“How do you know?” He asks teasingly and you look back at him.
“Your car! You added on all of the modifications right?” You say and he nods his head.
The four friends look at each other with knowing smiles before looking back at you and Jeno.
Before you know it, the food arrived. Jeno grabbed a piece of the spicy pork belly and placed it into your bowl of rice.
“Thank you.” You sheepishly say before eating it.
Everyone was so focused on eating that there was almost no conversation. Small conversations here and there but not too long lasting.
After 3 rounds of meat, everyone was stuffed. You wanted to treat everyone since they made you feel so welcomed but Jaemin beat you to it. He slid his card into the tab and gave it back to the server. You pouted a bit and Jeno noticed.
The way your cheeks filled up with air and your lips curled into each other, pressing against each other. He softly laughed and looked away.
“You guys want to drink tonight?” Mark suggests and everyone agrees.
“Yn and I can go grab alcohol and meet you guys back at the apartment.” Jeno says and everyone agrees with the plans.
You softly smile at the thought of spending time alone with him. You walk to his car and get in the passenger seat while waving bye to everyone else. Jeno starts up the car and the music starts playing.
Sunsetz - Cigarettes After Sex
You smile at the familiar instrumental intro of the song. You look over at him and he already has a smile forming on his face.
“Do you want to play 21 questions? We can get to know each other that way.” He asks and you nod your head yes.
“So, what made you come to Korea?” He asks you when the car gets to a red light.
“They have a good nursing program. One of the best in the whole world.” He nods his head at your answer.
You think for a moment before a question pops up in your head.
“How did you meet Jaemin?” You ask him and he softly laughs at your question.
“We were deskmates in middle school. I met him when I was 14.” He says and you smile at the thought of a younger Jeno.
The rest of the car ride was filled with questions bouncing back and forth between the two of you. Walking into the convenience store, you ask him a question.
“What’s your favorite color?” You ask and he laughs loudly at it.
“That’s what you’re asking?” He asks and laughs again when you nod your head.
The both of you walk over to the section with the soju bottles and he grabs a case that has 12 bottles in it.
“Blue.” He answers while walking to the register.
He started pulling out his wallet but you were faster. You tapped your card and when Jeno hears the noise the machine makes he looks up.
“My treat.” You say and he sighs softly.
“You didn’t have to.” He says and you shake your head.
“Your turn.” You say to him, gesturing for him to ask a question. Before he can ask you a question his name gets called.
You turn to look at the girl who called his name. She was gorgeous. Her hair was in all the right places, her makeup looked flawless, and her outfit looked like it was chosen by a stylist. Feeling insecure you wrap your arms around your body and avert your eyes.
“Jeno? That is you!” The girl exclaims and runs over to bring him into a hug.
Jeno keeps his arms down by his sides, not reciprocating the hug back. She pulls away from his embrace and pouts at him.
“What? You don’t even want to hug me?” She asks, batting her eyes at him but he keeps a stoic poker face.
“What are you doing here Giselle? I thought you were in Japan.” He says calmly and she turns her head to look at you. Ignoring his question she walks up to you.
“Hi, I’m Giselle. Jeno’s girlfriend.” She says and your eyes widen a bit.
She holds her hand out for you to take but before you could Jeno steps in front of you and blocks you from her vision, his taller frame towering over her.
“Ex. Girlfriend.” He clarifies and she rolls her eyes.
“Same thing. Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” She says with a smile that looked all too fake.
He sighs and turns to look at you before grabbing your hand in his.
“She doesn’t need to be introduced to you.” He says bitterly.
His left hand wrapping around yours while holding the case of soju bottles in his other hand. He glares at the girl in front of you guys before dragging you out of the convenience store.
He pops open his trunk and lets go of your hand to place the case of alcohol in there. You awkwardly observe him let out a sigh before walking to the passenger door. He gets in the driver's seat and turns the car on.
You look at him and frown when you see his eyebrows furrowed with his eyes closed. Hesitantly, you poke at his eyebrows and his eyes open in shock.
“It’s not good to furrow your eyebrows for a long time.” You say and smile at him.
He softly smiles at you while looking into your eyes. Seeing him up close like this made you realize just how attractive he is. His strong and arched brows, his mole under his eye, his perfect nose, his full lips, even his chiseled jaw. Realizing what you’re doing, you quickly turn away from him and look straight out the window of the car and he softly laughs.
“I’m sorry.” He says and you frown before looking at him.
“Why are you apologizing?” You ask and he sighs again.
“Giselle.” He says, pointing out the elephant in the room. You nod your head and look at him furrowing his eyebrows again.
“We uh… we broke up last year. We dated for about two years before she had to move to Japan. Her dad got a job transfer over there and so her whole family moved. We tried to do long distance and it was going well, until I found out that she cheated on me.” He says and closes his eyes again.
You pout again and look at the man in front of you. How could anyone ever cheat on him? He was so damn perfect. Sure, you only met him today but you knew how genuine he was.
“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.” You say and he softly chuckles.
You quickly look down for a second, trying to focus your attention on your hands in your lap. You slightly jump at the feeling of his hands under your chin. He grabs your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger, your eyebrows furrow feeling the coldness of his rings directly on your skin.
He tilts your face up to look back into his eyes and smirks. You slowly swallow the saliva in your mouth and look into his brown eyes.
“Don’t apologize, you did nothing wrong.” He says and you slowly nod your head.
He lets go of your chin and you sit further back into your seat. He laughs at your action and puts his car in reverse, heading back to your shared apartment with Yunjin.
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“Finally!” You hear Yunjin say as you open the door.
“Sorry, we had to drive to the one further away because the other one didn’t have any soju in stock.” Jeno lies easily through his teeth.
You furrow at his words before plastering a smile onto your face. “Yeah, the detour was like 20 minutes.” You say, hoping that it made the lie more believable.
Jeno smiles at you, backing him up before placing the case of soju on the counter. He opens up the box and pulls out 3 bottles from it. You walk over to help him put the rest in the fridge and he grabs your hand. You gasp softly and look up at him.
“Thanks.” He says and you nod your head, knowing what he was referring to.
Jaemin had suggested a game of ‘Truth or Drink’ so the six of you were sat around the coffee table . Everyone agreed to let loose and be completely honest, no matter how raw the questions were and if they didn’t want to answer it, they could just take a shot of soju.
“Okay, Yn.” Jaemin starts off and you look at him.
“What was your first kiss like?” He finishes and everyone looks at you, waiting for you to answer.
“Hm, my first kiss.” You repeat and cringe thinking about it.
“It was gross. He kept trying to push his tongue in my mouth.” You say and everyone laughs at the thought of it.
“Okay, Mina. What’s the worst pick up line you’ve ever heard and who said it?” You ask with a smile and she laughs at the question. She looks over to her boyfriend who gasps offendedly.
“The worst pick up line I’ve ever heard was at the club.” She says and Mark groans upon hearing that causing the group to laugh.
“Mark came up to me and said ‘Hey, you owe me a drink. Because when I saw you, I dropped mine.”
Mark screams and cringes as the words leave his girlfriend’s lips. The group laughs and starts teasing him.
“I would’ve thrown my drink at you if you said that to me.” Jeno says and laughs when Mark flips him off.
As the night went on, half the soju case was almost gone. You could feel the alcohol getting to you, your eyesight was starting to blur a bit. The game continues and it was mark’s turn to ask.
“Have you and Yunjin ever got caught doing ‘it’ by someone?”
“Plenty of times.” Jaemin answered quickly with no thought.
Yunjin, feeling embarrassed, hides her face in her hands.
“Oh my god Yunjin, you said you were innocent!” You exclaim and hit her shoulder lightly.
“She’s not innocent at all, one time she wan-mphh” She covers her boyfriend’s mouth before he can embarrass her even more.
She removes her hand from his mouth and he laughs before scanning the room. He looks at everyone before stopping on his best friend.
“Okay, Jeno. Are you completely over what happened last year?” He asks his best friend who tenses up at the question but then relaxes again.
The smile that was once on his face disappears and he clears his throat.
“Um yeah, I would say I am.” Everyone nods their head at his answer and he looks over at you with a smirk.
“Oh no.” You say with a sigh playfully. He just laughs at your reaction and smiles even more.
“You’ve been asking me questions all night, aren’t you curious about anyone else?” You ask jokingly and he shakes his head.
“Nope. Just you, princess.” You cheeks flush at his use of a pet name and you look at him with wide eyes. He chuckles and playfully pinches your cheek.
“What’s the kinkiest thing you like to do during sex?” He asks and your cheek flushes even more.
It’s not like you’ve never had sex, you’ve had a few encounters of it. Keyword, a few. Both times however, were really vanilla so you’ve never experienced anything remotely kinky.
Clearing your throat you slowly pour the soju into your shot glass and take the shot.
“Oh come on princess.” He says and you shake your head no.
“Not telling.” You say and cough when the alcohol goes down the wrong pipe. The group laughs at your misery while Jeno pats your back, also laughing.
Not long after, everyone was slowly starting to drift off to sleep. You slowly were starting to sober up and decided to start cleaning up the mess. You grabbed the empty bottles and placed them in a trashbag.
After cleaning up, you looked around at everyone. Mark and Mina were fast asleep on the couch, cuddled up. You walked over to your bedroom and grabbed a spare blanket from the closet for them.
As you were walking out of your room, you met Jaemin and Yunjin in the hallway. “I’m guessing he’s sleeping with you?”
She nods her head and drags a drunk Jaemin into her room. You walk into the living room and drape the blanket over Mark and Mina. Jeno was fast asleep with his head on the coffee table. You walk over to him and shake him.
“Jeno? Wake up.” You say softly while shaking him awake. He mumbles incoherently before tuning his head to face you.
“Jeno, come on. Go sleep on the couch.” He shakes his head no and whines softly.
“You don’t want to sleep on the couch?” You ask softly while crouching down to him. He shakes his head again and you furrow your brows.
“Where do you wanna sleep?” You ask him and he slowly lifts his head up. He looks towards the hallway and points in your room.
You sigh softly and weigh your options. You could leave him here and have his body be sore tomorrow or you could take him to your room and let him sleep on your bed while you come back to sleep on the couch. Sighing, you grab his hand and help him up.
“Come on, let’s go to my room.” You whisper and he obliges.
He stands up, albeit a little wobbly but he manages to balance his weight, never letting go of your hand. You drag him to your room and place him on the bed. Reaching over. You take off his shoes and place them on the tile floor.
You stare at the sleeping man in front of you and sigh softly. As you go to walk away, he grabs your wrist. You stop in your tracks and turn to look at him.
“Don’t leave me, Giselle.” You hear him say and you widen your eyes.
So he was lying when he said that he was over it. You knew he wasn't with the way that he reacted inside the convenience store. You sigh again and furrow your brows before grabbing his hand that was holding onto your wrist and pull his grip away.
You stare at him again and he has a sour expression on his face. You hesitantly poke at his eyebrows to ease them before walking out of your room, leaving him in there. You walk into the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror.
Your eyes were red and your mascara was smeared everywhere. The pink lip tint you applied is now gone due to the oil of the food. You take out a makeup wipe and start removing your makeup, all the while thinking about the man in your room.
You barely met him yet he had you wrapped around his finger. You sighed again for the hundredth time that night. After removing all of your makeup, you brushed your teeth before walking back out into the living room.
You decided to sleep on the other couch. After grabbing another blanket from the closet, you laid down and felt your eyelids getting heavy. Sleep slowly overtaking your body. You closed your eyes and let it devour you, not wanting to think about what just happened in the last 20 minutes.
-
You hear voices coming from next to you and open your eyes. The sun was blaring from the balcony window. Squinting your eyes, you sit up and see that everyone was up besides Jeno.
“Want some breakfast?” Jaemin asks from the kitchen and you slowly nod your head.
Your head was pounding and your mouth felt dry. Last night was the first time in a long time that you’ve drank that much. You tried to swallow some saliva to help quench your thirst but it didn’t help at all. Yunjin and Mina came over to sit next to you on the couch. MIna handed you a glass of water and you softly thanked her.
The water was cooling against your dry mouth and throat. Gulping down the water you slowly looked around.
“Where’s Jeno?” Yunjin asks you and you bring the cup down from your lips.
“He didn’t want to sleep on the couch so I took him to my room and came to sleep out here.” You answer and they nod their head.
“Food’s ready.” Jaemin says and the three of you walk over to the dining table where Mark was setting up plates.
“I’m gonna go wake up Jeno.” You say and walk towards your room.
You slowly opened the door, hoping not to wake him up. He was softly snoring and you observed him again before walking closer to him on your bed. The events of last night flash through your brain and you stop in your tracks. Deciding to not think too much, you walk up to him.
“Jeno.” You say and shake him to wake him up.
He slowly opens his eyes and blinks up at you before sitting up fastly. He looks around the room and notices that he’s in your room. You softly laugh at him and shake your head.
“Jaemin cooked breakfast, go eat.” You say and he slowly nods his head before getting up from your covers.
He grabs his shoes and walks out of your room. You sigh once he's out and lay down on your bed, not even caring that you haven’t washed them after he used it. You stare up at the ceiling for a moment before getting up to change into more comfortable clothes.
You fell asleep in your jeans last night and it was itching your legs. Locking your door, you change into a pair of gray loose sweatpants and a tight white long sleeve that was cropped. You looked for your brown fluffy slippers and put them on before walking back out into the kitchen to eat.
-
It’s been a few days since that day and you haven’t seen Jeno at all. You and Yunjin were watching a movie in the living room when you looked over at her and decided to ask the question you were dying to know the answer to.
“Yunjin?” You call out and she turns to look at you.
“What’s up?” She asks.
“Who did Giselle cheat on Jeno with?” You ask and she makes a confused face.
“How did you know about that?” She asks and you panic. You didn't know if you should tell her about what happened at the convenience store but you do anyway.
“When Jeno and I went to go get alcohol, she was there.” You answer and Yunjin sits up from her position.
“She was here? In Korea?” She asks for clarification and you nod your head yes.
“That bitch.” She says softly and looks away before looking back at you.
“She cheated on him with this guy named Shotaro.” She says and you slowly nod your head.
“DId he love her?” You ask again and Yunjin looks at you confusingly.
“Jeno.” You clarify and Yunjin sighs.
“Yeah, I think he did. But once she broke that trust, it was hard for him to get over it.” She explains and you stay quiet.
“Why are you asking?” She asks and you shake your head.
“I was just curious.” You say and she looks at you with squinted eyes before looking back at the tv.
You sat there in silence, thinking about the information that you just received. You grabbed your phone and looked up the name ‘Shotaro’ on instagram. It wasn’t hard to find him after all, there weren't many Shotaros in the world.
Clicking on the first profile that popped up you looked on his page and saw different posts with girls and guys. One picture in particular caught your eye though. It was a picture of Shotaro, Giselle, and Jeno.
She was standing in the middle with her head on Jeno’s shoulder. You frowned and zoomed in on the picture. Her arms wrapped around both of them but even though her head was on Jeno’s shoulder, Shotaro was standing closer to her than Jeno was.
You looked at the date it was posted, 2021. You zoomed back onto Shotaro’s face. He wasn’t bad looking but he definitely wasn’t as handsome as Jeno was. It seems like Jeno and Shotaro were friends or acquaintances at least.
You clicked on the picture to look at the tag and found Jeno’s account. He had no posts but he had story highlights. You clicked on one and saw Jaemin and Mark along with other guys. Tapping through them you looked at them before it changed to another highlight. You noticed that this one had just him.
There were pictures of him at the gym, him biking, him at parties, and more. Just as you were about to look even more, the doorbell rang. You looked up and saw Yunjin looking at you.
“Are you expecting anybody?” She asks you and you shake your head.
Getting up, you walked over to the front door and opened it. Jeno was standing there in a muscle tee and sweats. His biceps were out for everyone to see and you slowly widened your eyes.
“Jeno? What are you doing here?” You ask and look back to see if Yunjin was watching but she wasn't.
“Can we talk?” He asks and you nod your head before walking out to talk in the hallway.
“What’s up? Are you okay?” You ask and he nods his head.
“Yeah. I just wanted to apologize about the other day.” He says and you scoff slightly.
“It’s okay. You were drunk, don’t even worry about it.” You say and he smiles softly. You look up into his eyes and feel yourself smiling as well.
“Is that all?” You ask and he nods his head.
As you turn to walk back inside he grabs your wrist. “Wait!” He exclaims and you turn back to look at him.
“Um, someone I know is throwing a party tonight. Would you like to go with me?” He asks and you furrow your eyebrows.
“Tonight?” You ask and he nods his head.
“Sure, what time should I expect you to pick me up?” You ask and he smiles softly.
“I’ll be here at 9.” He says and you smile with a nod of your head. You turn to walk inside but before closing the door, you wave to him and he does the same.
“Who was it?” Yunjin asks and you drop your smile.
“Uh, Jeno. He invited me to a party tonight.”
“Oh, it must be Haechan’s party.” She says and you furrow your brows.
“How do you know?” You ask and she shrugs her shoulders.
“Jaemin invited me but I declined because I thought we were hanging out tonight.” She says teasingly and your eyes widen.
“Oh shit. Sorry, I already accepted his invite. I can cancel on him.” You say and Yunjin laughs.
“It’s fine, if you’re going then I’ll go too.” She says and grabs her phone to text Jaemin.
You smile and walk into your bedroom. It was already 5pm and you needed time to get ready. You walked into your closet, hoping to find something to wear. Looking through your tops, you found a black tube top and decided to pair it with a blue denim mini skirt.
You knew it was going to be a bit chilly outside, but you didn’t want to ruin your outfit so you opted for freezing tonight. Laying your outfit down on your bed, you walked towards the vanity mirror and started applying makeup. You knew you wanted it to be subtle but still bold enough to compliment your features.
“Hey, what are you wearing?” Yunjin asks while walking in and looking at the outfit on your bed.
“Oh, this is cute!” She exclaims and grabs your jacket to inspect it closely.
“Well, I was going to wear low rise jeans but I thought the skirt was cuter. What about you? What are you wearing?” You say while applying some lip gloss.
You turn towards her and see her in a green mini skirt with a white top. You smile and nod your head yes. “Oh hell yeah! You look hot as fuck.” You say and walk closer to her to look closely at her outfit. She smiles and does a quick turn while posing like models do. You laugh and gently hit her shoulder.
“Is Jaemin picking you up?” You ask and she shakes her head no.
“We usually uber since we both drink but Haechan’s place is really close so we usually just walk.” She says and you nod your head.
“I think he’s coming with Jeno so the four of us will probably just walk together.” She says and walks into your bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. You walk back over to your vanity table and finish getting ready. You finished curling the last strand of hair when the doorbell rang. You hear Yunjin going to open the door and quickly look at yourself in the mirror before grabbing your black platform boots.
As you were putting them on, there was a knock on your door. “Come in!” You yell and the door opens revealing Jeno.
“Hey.” You softly say and smile at him.
He stays near the door, mesmerized by you. Your outfit, your hair, your makeup, everything was so beautiful. He slightly clears his throat before looking away and greets you as well.
“You look beautiful." He says and you shyly smile.
“Thank you.” You say and finally look up to get a glimpse of his outfit for tonight.
He was wearing a purple and black striped shirt with black ripped jeans. His signature leather jacket was draped over his shoulders. His jewelry completed the look. He had the same rings adorning his fingers and you slightly felt a chill run up your spine, remembering the way they felt under your chin. His jet black hair was styled properly this time, showcasing his forehead. You slightly blush and get up to grab your bag. Slipping it over your shoulder, you look at yourself in the mirror one last time.
You turn to Jeno and smile while gesturing for him to leave first so you could close your door. The both of you walked towards the living room so that you guys could all leave. Yunjin and Jaemin were the first ones out of the door and you stayed behind to lock the door. Feeling a sense of deja vu when you see that Jeno was waiting for you.
“Is Giselle going to be there?” You ask Jeno who shakes his head.
“I don’t know. I hope not.” He replies and you nod your head before trailing behind Jaemin and Yunjin who were joined at the hip.
“I think I have a new favorite song from Cigarettes After Sex.” He says and you turn to look at him while walking.
“Really? What song?” You ask curiously and he slightly chuckles.
“Sunsetz.” He says and you gently laugh while pushing him away from you.
“You’re such a follower.” You joke and he laughs before walking close to you again.
The both of you continued small talk while walking to Haechan’s house. Your hands slightly bump into each other since you were walking so closely to each other. Your cheeks flushed every time your hand accidentally brushed against his.
-
As the night went on and more people came you lost sight of your friends. Sighing, you lean your back against a wall and take a sip out of the nasty concoction that was made by Haechan himself. Suddenly you felt someone come stand next to you. You turn to look at the person when you notice how familiar he looked.
“Hi, I’m Shotaro. What’s your name?” You gape at the person in front of you. He was the guy Giselle cheated on Jeno with. You slightly smile awkwardly and give him your name.
“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He says and you slightly back away from him to put some distance with a fake smile plastered on your face.
“I haven’t seen you around before. Are you new here?” He asks and you nod your head.
“I’m here for college.” You reply dryly and he smiles at you.
You hated to admit that he was an attractive man but you couldn’t do that to Jeno. The two of you just stood there in silence looking at each other.
Unbeknownst to the both of you, Jeno stared from across the room. His hand clenched onto his cup while his tongue poked his cheek. Why the fuck was Shotaro talking to you? And why was he standing so fucking close to you?
Hachan sluggishly wrapped his arm around his friend and laughed. “What’s got you so pissy?”
Jeno huffed and pushed his arm off of him. Haechan follows his gaze and sees Shotaro. Furrowing his brows he straightens up and turns to Jeno.
“I didn’t know he was back.” He says and puts his hand on Jeno’s shoulder.
Seeing enough, Jeno removes Hacehan’s hand from his shoulder and gulps the last of his drink before throwing the cup on the floor. His eyes stayed on Shoitao the whole time he was making his way over to you two.
“Do you want to dance?” Shotaro asks and holds his hand out. Before you could even answer a hand pushes him away.
You look up and see Jeno standing next to you. His nostrils were flared and his eyes were abnormally cold. Glaring at the man in front of him while Shotaro just chuckles.
“Jeno Lee.” He says and smiles while looking straight back at him.
Jeno didn’t reply, he just glared at the guy in front of him before grabbing your hand. As he turned to get the both of you away from him you felt Shotaro pull on your other arm.
“Hey, we were talking!” Shotaro yells and Jeno turns quickly to look at him.
“Let go of her.” He says through clenched teeth and Shotaro just smirks.
He slowly lets go of your arm and continues smirking while Jeno keeps his eyes on him. You slightly tap Jeno’s shoulder, signaling for the both of you to leave. He softly looks back at you and the both of you walk back over to where the rest of his friends were.
“Why were you talking to him?” Jeno snapped and you turned to look at him.
“He came up to me, what was I supposed to do? Ignore him?” You sass back and Jeno just sighs.
“Do you know who he is?” He asks, never letting go of your hand.
Of course you knew who he was but you didn’t want to admit to stalking their Instagram pages so you shake your head no. He sighs and pulls you towards the kitchen counter. Your back hits against it and you let out a soft yelp from the pain.
Jeno steps in front of you, keeping you trapped between his own body and the counter. His taller frame towering over you and you felt a little shy looking into his eyes. You avert your eyes and look down but Jeno grabs your chin to make you look him straight in the eye. Your lashes flutter against your eyes and he softly chuckles.
He leans down so he could whisper in your ear. You freeze up because he was too close to you. His necklace dangling onto your shoulder and the cool metal against your bare shoulder makes your cheeks flush again.
“You’re cute.” He says and you softly giggle.
You can feel your heart rate going up. Trying to calm it down, you inhale a short breath but Jeno catches it. He can feel your heart pounding against his chest and he softly chuckles.
“Do I make you nervous?” He asks and you quickly shake your head no.
He pulls away from your ear and looks at you again with a smirk.
“You sure?” He whispers, leaning closer to your face.
You could feel his breath hitting in your face and it makes you back away a little bit. You didn’t get too far because his hand goes around your waist, pulling you right up against his body. The alcohol in your system and the closeness of your bodies make you start to sweat a bit. It was too hot in here, you needed to get some fresh air.
“I need to- I need to get some air.” You say quietly for him to hear and he smirks while letting go of you.
You huff out a breath and step away from him. You walk towards the sliding door and feel the cool breeze against your skin. Your heart is racing a million beats per minute. You slowly bring your hands to your cheeks and feel how hot they are.
Shaking your head, you try to calm yourself down but a touch on your shoulder scares you. You jump away from the contact and turn around to see Yunjin and Mina there.
“Oh, hi.” You say softly and they both look at you.
“Are you okay?” Mina asks and they both walk closer to you.
“Yeah. I just needed to get some air.” You reply and they both nod their head.
“We saw Shotaro trying to talk to you.” Yunjin says and you sigh.
“Yeah, it was awkward.” You say and inhale a sharp breath.
“Was Jeno friends with him?” You ask and they both look at each other before looking back at you.
“They were very close in high school because they were both in dance club.” Yunjin says and you nod your head again.
“Come on, let’s go drink.” Mina says and wraps her arm around your arm with Yunjin doing the same.
The three of you walk back into the house and walk to the kitchen where the rest of the guys were at. You quickly catch Jeno’s eye and he smirks at you. You shyly smile at him before walking with the girls to the other side of the counter.
You were across from Jeno but you tried not to look at him. Instead, you kept your eyes on Renjun, who was pouring the shots. He passed out the shot cups and you shyly thanked him before grabbing it from him.
The eight of you cheered and clicked your shot cups against each other before downing the shrink. The alcohol was burning your throat and you let out a sour look after swallowing it down.
“That’s nasty.” You say and Renjun laughs.
“It’s Bicardi.” He says and lifts up the bottle to show you.
“It tastes like shit.” You say and Hachan screams.
“Don’t say that about my baby.” Haechan says and grabs the bottle to pat it.
“Don’t worry, she didn't mean that.” He says and you laugh at him.
Jeno kept his eyes on you the whole time. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system or maybe it was his dirty mind that wanted to corrupt you. You seemed so innocent to him, with your sparkling eyes, your skirt riding up so high that he could basically see your panties but you didn’t even notice.
You stupid perfect lips that curl up so sweetly when you smile. Your hair that looked so soft, your belly button piercing that always adds fuel to the boner he was already springing. He was imagining all sorts of things.
His necklaces dangling in front of your face as he pushes himself into you. Your belly button piercing that would glimmer so bright as he was on top of you.
“Jeno!” Renjun’s voice snaps him away from his thoughts. He looks over at his friend who has a knowing smile on his face.
“She’s pretty cute right?” Renjun says and laughs softly when Jeno looks back at you.
“Shut up.” He grumbles and pushes Renjun away slightly who laughs at his friend.
You felt your head spinning and decided that you had enough to drink. You sat down on the counter to keep your body from falling down. You close your eyes to help your headache when you feel a presence in front of you. Opening your eyes, you see Jeno in front of you again.
‘You okay, princess?” He asks and you nod your head.
“Yeah, I just need to calm down a bit.” You say and he nods his head. His hands come to rest on the counter, trapping you again.
Your belly button piercing was on full display for him, the butterfly charm draws him in. He reaches down to play with your piercing and you giggle at his actions.
“It tickles.” You softly say and try to wriggle from his hands but he softly laughs and places his other hand on your waist to keep you from moving.
Feeling bold, you grab his necklace and pull him in closer to inspect it. You smooth your fingers over the cross and he smiles softly watching you. His fingers never leaving your belly button piercing either. You look up into his eyes and smile softly.
“What?” You softly say and he shakes his head.
His eyes formed into those cute little crescent moons. This man was going to be the death of you. You let go of his necklace and sigh.
“My butt hurts.” You say and he softly chuckles again.
He lets go of your piercing and holds his hand out. You take his hand in yours and jump off the counter. You go to grab your bag but he grabs it for you and holds it with his other hand while leading you to the couch.
The smell of marijuana was piercing and your nose scrunched up at the smell. Jaemin was smoking a blunt with Yunjin on his lap. He blew the smoke out away from his girlfriend before passing it to Hachan. Jeno sits down on the couch and pulls you onto him.
You yelp when your butt lands on his thighs. Everyone was lost in conversation and you were lost in your thoughts. Mark passes the blunt to Jeno who takes a drag before blowing it away from your face. You look at him as he takes another hit.
“Wanna try, princess?” He asks and holds out the blunt to you.
You shake your head no and he shrugs his shoulders before passing it back to Mark. Jeno’s hands were wrapped around your waist and he pulled you in closer. His chin resting on your shoulders as he closes his eyes.
You smile softly and place your hands against his. You grab one of them and start playing with one of the many rings he has on. Jeno opens his eyes and watches as you get lost looking and playing with his rings. You shyly smile at him and go back to looking at his rings when a figure catches your eye.
Giselle was walking over and you quietly tapped Jeno’s arm to signal him. He opens his eyes and lets out a soft hum. He looks up and sees her in front of the both of you. The conversation died down as everyone looked at her.
“Can I get a hit?” She asks, looking Jeno straight in the eye. He sits up and squeezes your waist tighter.
“It’s not mine, don’t ask me.” He says and looks at Jaemin.
Jaemin shrugs his shoulders and hands out the blunt to her. She smiles and sits down next to Jeno and you. You roll your eyes at her and go to stand up but Jeno’s hold on you gets tighter. You turn to look at him but he shakes head. He places his chin back onto your shoulder.
“I’m comfortable.” He whispers in your ear and you giggle softly while he laughs.
Giselle looks at you two with a nasty look before hitting the blunt again. Yunjin and Mina look at each other with a roll of their eyes.
“What’s your name?” Giselle asks, looking straight at you. You turn to look at her and plaster a fake smile.
“Yn.” You say and she softly laughs.
“You don’t smoke?” She asks again and you shake your head no.
“Oh, I thought you did because Jeno likes girls who smoke.” She says with a raise of her eyebrows.
You know she’s trying to rile you up and you hate that it’s working. Jeno sighs and opens his eyes to look at her again. He releases you from his grasp and you take that as a sign to get up from his hold.
“Let’s go.” He says and grabs your hand in his again. You shyly take it and look at Yunjin who gets up as well.
“This was fun Hyuck, but I think it’s time for us to go.” She says and holds onto Jaemin as he gets up too.
You wave bye to everyone and walk out of the house with Jeno, Yunin, and Jaemin. Giselle gals at your figure disappearing and scoffs.
“It was just a joke, jeez. What’s their problem?” She asks and takes another hit of the blunt.
Mina scowls at her as she gets up to leave with Mark.
‘You know what the problem is, bitch.” She says angrily and the two of them walk off.
You and Jeno were walking into the direction of your apartment. The chilly air was blowing against your skin and you shiver. He notices and stops walking to take his jacket off. He places them around your shoulders and smiles at you.
You thank him and he grabs your hand to continue the walk. Unbeknownst to you both Jaemin was taking pictures of you two with a big grin on his face.
“Okay, that’s enough.” Yunjin says softly with a giggle and pushes his hand away.
He laughs and puts his phone back into his pocket before grabbing her hand. The four of you finally made it to your guys' shared apartment. Jeno walked you to your room and sat you down on your bed. He kneels down to take your boots off. Your head was pounding so hard you lay down against your pillows.
After he was finished he looked at you fast asleep on your bed. He smiles softly and bends down. He places a quick kiss to your head and whispers a soft “Good night.” before walking out of your room.
“You good to drive?” Jaemin asks and he nods his head.
He takes the keys from Jaemin and the both of them walk out of the apartment to head back to their dorm. Jaemin noticed the way Jeno's lips curved up into a smile. He noticed the way Jeno’s eyes lit up every time he looked at you. He noticed lots of things in his friend that he hasn’t seen in a long time. He smiles softly at his friend who continues the drive home.
-
You woke up the next morning, still in your clothes from last night and your makeup half rubbed off. You walk over to the bathroom to remove your makeup and shower when you notice Jeno’s jacket around you. You smile and go to grab your phone.
you left your jacket - princess
i left it on purpose ;) - Jeno Lee
You smile and heart his message before getting ready to remove your makeup.
-
It’s been a week since you started classes and safe to say, you were not expecting that much work within the first week. It was finally Friday and you just got back to your apartment. Yunjin didn’t have any classes today so she was already home.
“Are you done packing already?” You ask as you walk into her room.
“Yeah. Are you?” She asks and you shake your head no.
Jaemin had a beach house and he invited you all over for the weekend to destress from the first week of school.
“I’m too tired to pack.” You say and she laughs. “Well you better hurry up, They’re meeting here at 2.” She says and you groan.
“That’s in like 2 hours.” You say and she nods her head.
“Yeah, so hurry up. Princess.” She teases you and you hit her gently.
“Shut up! Don’t call me that.” You say laughing and she laughs as well.
“Just go pack.” She says and you laugh before walking to your room to pack for the weekend.
You were only going to be gone until Sunday so you packed 2 bikinis, a few pairs of jeans and sweats, and a few baby cropped tees. You walk over to your undergarments drawer when Jeno’s leather jacket catches your eye.
You smile thinking about the memory last weekend and walk up to it. You grab it and fold it up to put in your bag so you could give it back to him. You tried to give it back to him earlier but he kept trying to push it off, claiming that he had other ones to wear.
You place it into your bag and grab new undergarments to pack. Lastly, you packed your makeup and skincare into a smaller bag and placed it into your duffel bag. After zipping it up you change into comfortable clothes.
You changed into your black one piece spandex and grabbed a white cropped sweater that falls off your left shoulder perfectly. You put a pair of fuzzy white socks on and slipped your feet into your UGG platform slippers. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you smiled before grabbing your bag and walking out into the living room.
You had makeup on already from school so you just touched it up a little bit. You wanted to look cute since you were going to be riding with Jeno. Jaemin and Yunjin were taking Mark and Mina, while Haechan and Renjun brought along their other two friends.
“They’re here.” Yunjin says and you grab your bag and place the strap around your right shoulder.
“Let’s go!” You say and walk out of the apartment first. Yunjin locked up the apartment before following you down to where everyone else was.
You notice Jeno’s black 2023 Mercedes Benz C-Class first. You smile and wave at him as he opens the trunk and grabs your bag from you. You open up your bag and pull his jacket out from it and hand it to him.
He smiles and takes the jacket from you and places it in his trunk as well. He closes the trunk and you walk over to the passenger side door and get inside the car. He gets in the car as well and waits for Jaemin to take off first.
“Are you excited?” He asks and you squeal.
“Yes! I need a break from school.” You say and he laughs.
“It’s barely been a week.” He says and you giggle.
“Yeah but the classes are so hard.” You say and he softly laughs.
“Who’s coming with Haechan and Renjun?” You ask and he looks over at you.
“Our other friends, you haven’t met them yet. Their names are Chenle and Jisung. They’re a bit younger than us.” He says and you nod your head.
He pulls out something from the back seat and gives it to you. It’s a small velvet box. Furrowing your eyebrows you look at him.
“What is it?” You ask softly and giggle.
“Just open it.” He says and you do as he says.
Inside was a thick metal ring adorned with jewels. It was the same one he had on middle finger. You gasp and pull it out from the box, bringing it closer to you so you can inspect it.
“You liked playing with mine so much, I figured I’d just buy you one." He says sheepishly and you smile at him.
“Oh my god, Jeno! It’s so beautiful, thank you.” You say and slip it on your middle finger on your left hand, exactly where it was on Jeno’s finger.
You lift your hand to show him and he laughs at the placement of your ring. Excitedly, you take out your phone and grab his hand to place yours on top. Snapping a quick picture of your guys hands together with the rings on display. You smile in satisfaction and show him.
“Send it to me.” He says and smiles.
You nod your head and quickly pull up his contact to send the picture to him. He looks over at your phone and sees his contact saved as ‘Jeno Lee.’ He scoffs and grabs your phone from your hands.
“Hey!” You exclaim and try to get it back but he pushes your hand away.
He changes his name to ‘jen’ and saves it before handing your phone back to you. You laugh once you see his contact name and look at him.
“What’s my name saved as?” You ask with a smile on your face.
He pulls out his phone and goes to your contact before turning his phone around and showing you. You stare at the ‘princess’ and laugh, pushing his shoulder away.
“You’re annoying.” You say and he laughs before charging his phone.
“You got your nails done?” He asks, grabbing your hands to inspect your nails closely.
You recently got them done with Yunjin and Mina. They were a nude pink color with glitter and charms adorned around them. You nod your head as he plays with the butterfly charm on your middle finger.
“I wanted to make them pretty.” You say and he softly laughs.
You look out the window and notice Jaemin’s car leaving. Jeno lets go of your hand and puts his car in reverse to follow them.
“Can you GPS the way just in case we get separated?” He asks and you nod your head before grabbing his phone.
“Password?” You ask and he quickly says the password code before you click on the group chat with the 10 of you.
You click on the address that Jaemin sent earlier this week and it starts showing the map on Jeno’s dashboard. You swipe out of the app and go to his Spotify. You look through his playlist and find one titled ‘Princess.’ Smiling, you click on it and see that it’s all Cigarettes After Sex songs. You click on ‘Sunsetz’ and the song begins to play. Jeno lets out a laugh at the song choice and shakes his head.
-
After a two hour car ride, you and Jeno finally arrive at the house. Jeno parks his car and you undo your seatbelt. Stepping out of the car, you walk towards the trunk and grab your bag. He follows you and grabs his bag as well.
The two of you walk inside the beach house and notice how big it was. It was squeaky clean like a brand new house. You walk through the house, looking in awe at how beautiful it was. After you finished looking at it, everyone was gathered in the living room.
“So there’s 5 rooms, everyone is going to have to share a room.” Jaemin says and grabs his girlfriend’s hand.
“Me and Yunjin, Mark and Mina, Jeno and Yn, Haechan and Renjun, and Jisung and Chenle.” Jaemin finishes and everyone nods their head in agreement.
“Every room is available besides the master bedroom, that’s where Yunjin and I will sleep.” He says and you and Jeno rush to get the best room.
You open the door and squeal when you look inside. There was a beautiful balcony with a view of the beach right outside. You were in awe of the balcony that you barely noticed the one bed but when you did your eyes widened.
You’re sharing one bed with Jeno. You look over to him and he laughs at your expression. He walks over to you and looks out the window with a smirk.
“Don’t worry, I’ll behave.” He says and walks to the bed to set his bag down. You awkwardly laugh and play it off.
“I’m not worried at all.” You say and shake your head.
Jeno raises his eyebrows at your lie and smirks before sitting on the bed. You go to place your bag on the bed as well when Jeno grabs your wrist and pulls you down onto the bed. His body hovering over yours causing his necklaces to dangle in front of you.
You eyes widen and you try to get up from his grasp but he pins your arms down above your head. He smirks and laughs at you before getting up and letting go of you.
“Not worried at all, my ass.” He says and chuckles. You sit up and huff at him.
“Shut up. You just caught me off guard.” You lie again.
He lets out an amused smile and nods his head knowing the truth. You get up to unzip your bag and grab your makeup bag to put on the desk table in the corner of the room. After doing that, you walk out into the kitchen to help Mina and Yunjin prepare the meat so Jamein can barbecue it.
Jeno sat on the bed and pulled his phone out. He looks at the photo you sent him and stares at it for a second before saving it and going to Instagram. He clicks on the photo and puts ‘Sunsetz’ as the music background before posting it.
He smiles looking at the finished product and turns his phone off before joining the rest of you guys in the kitchen. He can hear your laugh and it brings a smile to his face again. He walks outside and over to Jaemin who's preparing the grill and helps him.
You were washing the rice when Yunjin let out a gasp. You and Mina turn to look at her and she squeals before showing her phone to you guys. The picture that you just took earlier today blaring through her phone. You widen your eyes and clear your throat.
“That’s you right?” Mina asks while looking at you with a shocked face.
“No.” You shake your head and try to lie but the two of them smirk.
“Yn, we all got our nails done together.” Yunjin says and grabs your left hand to match the nails and the ring to the picture.
“Oh my god! Are you guys dating?” Mina asks excitingly and you shake your head.
“No we aren’t. I don’t even know what we are.” You say and Yunjin pouts at your words.
“Do you like him?” She asks and you sigh before nodding your head.
“But, I know that he’s not over whatever happened with Giselle so it’s impossible.” You say placing the bowl into the rice cooker.
Mina and Yunjin pout before walking over to you. They both hug you to comfort you and you smile at them.
“I’m okay, I promise.” You say and the two of them look at each other before looking back at you. They let go of you and the three of you continue to prepare the food.
After Jaemin finished grilling the meat, everyone was sitting outside enjoying the food and the weather. You were sitting in between Mina and Jeno. The latter’s Instagram story is still reeling in your mind. Why did he even post that? What was he trying to do when he posted it? 
You looked over at him laughing along to something Haechan said, you didn’t bother to pay attention to the conversation. Jaemin must’ve caught you staring because next thing you know you feel a kick on your leg. 
You looked across to him and he smiled while raising his eyebrows teasingly. You shake your head and laugh. 
“I just spaced out.” You say, trying to defend yourself. 
“Sure you did.” Jaemin teases and you flip him off jokingly. 
The conversations continue until Haechan screams and runs away from Jeno who's chasing him. You laugh at them and sip on your water. Setting the glass down, you start playing with the ring on your middle finger. Twisting it around to help distract yourself.
“That’s a nice ring.” Mark says with a smirk.  
“Oh, thanks. It was a gift.” You say and smile while he slightly laughs. 
“From who?” He asks again, leaning closer to get a good look at you. 
“Um, I forgot.” You lie and take a sip of your water. 
Mark laughs at you again and goes to say something but Mina nudging him makes him stop talking. You slightly scoff and go back to eating when Jeno sits back down. He goes to grab his glass of water but it’s empty. 
He looks over at yours and grabs it before drinking out from it. He sets the glass back down where it was and smiles at you. You don’t say anything as you continue to eat the meat that Jaemin barbequed. 
As everyone finished eating, you started cleaning up along with Mina and Yunjin. You gathered up the dirty plates and put them in the sink while the other two went to retrieve more dirty dishes. You started washing the dishes when Jaemin came over to help you. 
“Oh, it’s okay Jaemin. I got it.” You say and he waves off your comment. 
“It’s fine.” He says and starts rinsing the soapy dishes.
“Anything you wanna talk about?” You ask, hoping to ease the conversation. 
“Not really.” He says while looking at you causing you to laugh slightly. 
“How do you like the friend group so far?” He asks. 
“Oh, you guys are really fun. It’s very different from my friend group back at home." You say and continue to wash the dishes. 
“How so?” Jaemin inquires. 
“Well, for starters there’s not a lot of us in the friend group. There’s only four of us and we didn’t really hang out with guys. I mean, we did, but they weren’t part of our immediate friend group.” You explain and he nods. 
“Do you ever miss home?” He asks and you sigh quietly. 
“I do. But, at the same time it’s good to have new experiences so I’m really glad I came over here for college.” You say with a smile. 
“I see why Yunjin likes you so much.” Jaemin says and laughs. 
“What do you mean?” You ask and laugh as well. 
“You guys are just so alike. You always want to see the good in things, even in people.” He says and you laugh again. 
“Like you?” You tease and he glares at you playfully. 
“I wasn't that bad.” He defends and you laugh. 
“Yeah right. You turned from this playboy who slept around to being in a fully committed relationship.” You say and he shrugs his shoulders. 
“Maybe I was just waiting for the right person to come along.” He says and looks over at you. You just nod your head at his answer and he almost groans in frustration.
How could you not understand that he was also talking about you and Jeno. You both were the most dense people he’s ever met. Of course he and his girlfriend gossip about you guys- you’re her roommate and Jeno’s his best friend for Christ's sake. 
He knew you liked his friend, Yunjin told him. And, he knew that his friend liked you as well, even if he didn’t want to admit it. The way that Jeno acted around you was different than how he was around any other girl, even Giselle. 
Jeno cares for you in more ways than one. Like when he gave you his jacket, or when he was holding your hand, or protecting you from Giselle, or buying you a ring, or posting you on his public social media account for goodness sakes. 
After finishing up the dishes, you changed into your bikini to go swimming in the pool. Walking out onto the deck you placed your towel on the chair before jumping into the water. The coolness of it relaxes your tense body. 
You swam alone for about five minutes until you heard the door open and close. Looking over, you find Jeno walking towards the pool in nothing but his black swimming trunks - matching your black bikini. You smile slightly and continue swimming when he gets in. 
“Didn’t find you in the room.” He says and you laugh. 
“I just wanted to clear my mind a bit.” You reply while swimming to him. 
“Something wrong?” He asks and you shake your head immediately. 
“No, nothing’s wrong.” You say and he stares at you. 
He knows that you’re lying, whenever you lie you always avert your eyes and press your lips together. He walks closer to you and backs you up against the wall of the pool. 
“Jeno.” You softly say but he cuts you off by placing his hands around your thighs. 
You whimper quietly as he places your legs around his waist. His dark eyes staring abc into yours and you have to bite your tongue to not release a moan. 
“Jeno.” You say quietly and he brings his face closer to you. 
“Hm?” He asks and you try to avert your eyes but he stops you. 
“Look at me.” He says and you listen to him. 
You look into his eyes and say nothing. He leans down further and starts pressing butterfly kisses on your neck. You let out a soft whimper before biting your lip. 
“Tell me what’s wrong.” He says before kissing your neck again. He makes his way up to your jaw and starts placing kisses there as well. 
You grip his shoulders tightly as you try to answer him but you couldn’t think of any words. Your mind was hazy, trying to tell him what was bothering you. You let another whimper when he harshly sucks on your neck, leaving a mark there. He pulls back and smiles devilishly at the mark he left before placing one last kiss on it. 
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll stop.” He says and you whimper again while shaking your head. 
“I can’t- I can’t concentrate if you do that.” You admit and he softly chuckles. 
He pulls back fully and looks into your eyes, his eyes begging for you to answer him. With a sigh, you look away from him and close your eyes before opening them and speaking. 
“What are we?” You ask and he furrows his brows. 
“What do you mean?” He asks for clarification. 
“I mean what are we? Why are you buying me gifts and acting like you’re my boyfriend when you’re not.” You say and feel your eyes getting teary. 
“I don’t like feeling like this Jeno. I don’t like feeling like the second option.” You say and he puts your legs down to hold your waist and bring you closer. 
“What do you mean it feels like a second choice?” He asks and you sigh again. 
“The first night we met and you slept in my room. You called me Giselle and begged for me to not leave you.” You admit and sniffle. 
Jeno shushes you and brings your head into his chest. After you calmed down a bit, he pulled back and looked at you again. 
“I promise, I’m over her. I don’t know why I said that, it was probably because Jaemin asked me about the situation and seeing her again… it was just too much for me.” He explains and cups your face into his hands. 
“I would never hurt you, princess.” He says and you whimper at the pet name. He chuckles at your response and brings his face closer to yours. 
“Can I kiss you.” 
You nod your head and that’s all Jeno needs before he crashes his lips onto yours. His lips were soft and tasted like mint. You followed his rhythm while wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands go lower to your butt and cups them, earning a moan from you. 
He smiles at the sound and pulls away from you to place kisses on your neck once again. “Jeno.” You moan his name, and he smiles into your neck. 
He smiles at the sound and pulls away from you to place kisses on your neck once again. “Jeno.” You moan his name and he smiles into your neck. 
“We should head inside.” You say unwrapping yourself from him. 
He nods his head at your suggestion and lets go of your waist. You slowly back away from him and smile shyly before turning around to walk out of the pool. He stares at your ass as you walk out and lets out a groan. 
“Do you have to look so hot walking out of the pool?” He retorts to you and you turn to flip him off jokingly before grabbing your towel and wrapping it around your body. 
He steps out of the pool as well and grabs his towel. You wait for him to dry himself off before the two of you walk back inside the house. A shy smile adorned your face the whole time. You still didn’t know what you and Jeno were, but at least you knew that he was completely over Giselle. 
You walk into your room and grab your skincare as well as a change of clothes before heading to the bathroom to shower. Slowly, you took off your clothes and stepped into the shower. The hot water burns your skin but that’s how you liked your showers. 
You lathered your rose scented shampoo into your hands before thoroughly applying it into your hair. You couldn’t help but think about what just happened. Your heart was bursting just remembering the kiss. You felt like a teenage girl experiencing some kind of first love. 
You softly giggled at your thoughts as you finished your shower. Stepping out of the tub, you reached over to a new towel to dry your body and apply some moisturizer on your face. As you rubbed the moisturizer between your hands, you glanced at the ring on your middle finger and smiled again. 
After changing into your pajamas (a pair of blue loose sweats and a white cropped tank top), you blow dried your hair. Once you were done, you walked out of the bathroom and into your shared room with Jeno. He was laying on the bed, having finished his shower earlier than you. 
He smiled and watched as you put your things away. He shuts off his phone and places it on the nightstand next to where he’s sleeping. You walk over to the bed and lift the covers up so you could slide in next to him. 
“Hi.” You softly say to him and he shortly laughs before greeting you back. 
“How was your shower?” He asks and you snuggle into the pillow. 
“It was relaxing, how was yours?” He turns his body to face you. 
“Good, I feel clean.” He replies and you stare into his eyes. 
Hesitantly, you bring your pointer finger up and trace his facial features. You traced over his eyebrows and nose before making your way to his mole under his eye. He laughs and his eyes turn into those little crescent moons that you love so much. 
“I love your eyes.” You say and trace over his eyelashes. 
“I like when they turn into moons when you smile.” You say and he laughs before grabbing your hand and placing it on his chest. 
You can feel his heartbeat, it was speeding up. You chuckle softly and look at him with your eyebrows raised. 
“My heart does that every time I think about you.” He softly says and you nuzzle your face into your pillow, getting shy. 
“Stop it.” You say and giggle. 
‘It’s the truth.” He says and brings your hand to his lips. 
He places a chaste kiss onto the back of your hand before placing it back onto his chest. 
“When we get back home, would you like to go on a date with me?” He asks, staring straight into your eyes. 
You nod your head and your lips curl up into a smile. “I would love to.” 
You lift your head up from the pillow and Jeno opens his arms to let you embrace him. His arms wrap securely around your figure and he sighs in content. 
“Goodnight, Jen.” You say to him and nuzzle in closer to his body. 
“Sweet dreams, princess.” He says and places a quick kiss onto your head before nuzzling into it. 
The both of you stay in that position all night long. His heartbeat and touch brought a sense of comfort to you and you didn’t ever want to let go of that feeling. Meanwhile, the boy next you was feeling the exact same way. 
-
Jeno wakes up the next morning reaching for your body only to be disappointed when he opens his eyes and realizes you’re not there. He rubs the sleepiness from his eyes and gets out of bed. 
Making his way to the kitchen, he’s greeted by the sight of you cutting up some fruit. You were so focused on cutting the watermelon that you didn’t hear him approach you. You slightly panic when you feel arms wrap around you from behind but once you recognize the rings, you instantly smile. 
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You say to him and he grumbles in response. 
He places his chin on your shoulder and looks over at the watermelon that you’re currently cutting up. 
“That looks good." He comments and you giggle softly. 
“Do you want a piece?” You softly ask and feel his head nod on your shoulder. 
You grab a piece that you’ve already cut up and raise it to his lips. He opens up and eats the fruit from your hands. 
“Yummy?” You ask and he nods his head again in response. 
The conversation dies down after that. Occasionally, you would feed him pieces of fruit while he gladly ate them. Once you cut up enough fruit for all of you guys to enjoy, you turn around in his embrace to look at him. 
He smiles at you and leans in closer. He closes his eyes, going in for a kiss but you’re quicker. You shove a piece of strawberry into his mouth and he grumbles. 
“Someone might walk in.” You say softly and he shakes his head. 
“I don’t care. Let them see.” He says and leans in again. 
You shriek and escape from his grasp with the bowl of fruit in your hands. 
“Go wash up.” You tell him and he grumbles softly before walking into the bathroom. 
Today, you were all going to the beach and having a bonfire night. You put sunscreen, sunglasses and two towels in your bag, one for you and one for Jeno. After packing up the bag, you walk over to your duffel bag and pull out your baby pink bikini. 
After changing into it, your hickey was on display for everyone to see, so you looked into your bag for an oversized shirt. Jeno walks in just at that moment and whistles at you. You stand up from where you’re bending over and roll your eyes at him. 
“What are you looking for, princess?” He walks closer to you and you sigh. 
“I’m looking for an oversize shirt to wear over my bikini, but I don’t think I packed any.” You pout and he laughs before unzipping his duffel bag. 
He digs through his bag and pulls out a gray t-shirt. He looks at it for a second before walking over you and handing it to you. 
“Here you go.” He says and smiles when you grab it. 
You slip it on and look at yourself in the mirror. His shirt barely covered your ass but at least you were more covered than before. 
“Thanks, Jen.” You say and turn to place a quick kiss on his cheek which makes him blush. 
He waits for you to grab your bag before holding his hand out for you. You take his hand in yours and the both of you walk to the beach, catching up with the rest of your friends. 
-
You were sitting on the big beach towel with Mina and Yunjin and catching up on last night’s events. 
“I knew it!” Yunjin squeals and pulls you into her embrace. 
You laugh and pat her back while observing the boys play in the water. Haechan was on Mark’s shoulder, Chenle on Jeno’s, and Jisung on Jaemin’s while Renjun was the referee. They were playing chicken fight and trying to knock each other off. 
You grabbed your phone and quickly took photos of Jeno just for you to keep before taking pictures of the three of you. After spending about 3 hours in the sun, you all agreed that it was time to go back to the house. 
Once everyone was back, they all went to their separate rooms, tired from their beach day. You quickly washed your feet before slipping into bed with Jeno for a nap. Jeno’s arms were around you and he had that devilish smirk he always has on. 
He sits up and lays on top of you, his necklace dangling over you. He slides his shirt over his head and  you widen your eyes and try to stop him but he pins your hands above your head. He leans in and starts placing kisses on your jaw before going lower. 
You softly moan and try to break free from his grip, wanting to touch him. He slightly chuckles before releasing your hands. Instantly, they travel to his hair and you slightly pull on it. He sucks particularly hard on your soft spot and you let out a loud moan. 
“Quiet, princess. We don’t want everyone hearing you do we?” He says to you with his head tilted as if he was mocking you. 
You whimper and bite your bottom lip to keep the noises from coming out. His hands teasingly run up and down the sides of your torso. 
“Jeno.” You softly whisper and he chuckles. 
“I know, baby. You gotta be patient okay? Can you do that for me?” He asks, looking into your eyes and you nod your head. 
“Good girl.” He says and his fingers slowly go towards the waistband of your shorts. 
Your belly button piercing on display for him to see and he groans at the sight of it glimmering underneath him. He pushes his fingers against your core teasingly which draws out a whimper from you. 
“Take it off please.” You beg and he almost cums at how whiny you sound. He slowly pulls your shorts down and sees the growing wet spot on your pink lacy panties. 
“You’re such a slut.” He degrades and you whine from his usage of words. 
“M’ not.” You defend and writhe underneath him. 
“No?” He asks teasingly before sliding a finger in between your folds through your panties. 
“Jeno.” You moan loudly at the contact and he brings his hands over your lips to muffle the noises. 
“Quiet baby.” He says and removes his hands from your mouth while leaning into your neck. 
‘You’re so wet, princess. Who are you so wet for huh?” He asks while sliding your panties down to your thighs. 
Your glistening folds make his dick grow even more and he can’t help himself. He slides his finger through your folds teasingly as you try to contain your moans. Your hands go around to his back and grip him tightly. He slips a finger into your hole and you squeeze your eyes shut. 
You moan loudly at the feeling of his fingers inside of you, not answering his question. Jeno groans at your lack of answering and rips your panties off your body. You gasp as you hear the tearing of fabric.
“Jeno! Those were my favorite.” You say and he darkly chuckles. 
He moves one of his hands from your waist to your neck. His grip tightens and you gasp at the feeling of your airway being blocked. 
“You answer me when I ask you a question, princess.” He says seductively and stops pumping his fingers into you.
You whine at the loss of friction and he squints his eyes at you before pulling out completely. 
“No.” You quietly whimper out and Jeno tightens his grip around your neck even more. 
“Answer me.” He growls and you can feel your heat getting wetter. 
“You!” You say, trying your best to get the words out. 
He smirks and brings his lips back onto yours. His grip gets even tighter making you feel light headed from the loss of oxygen. He slowly lets go of your neck and pushes his finger into your heat again. You moan into his lips and he feels his cock getting harder. 
He pushes in another finger and you moan into his ear. “Jeno please!” You beg and he laughs cockily at you. He kisses your cheek before moving to your ear. 
“Please what, princess? What do you want?” He asks and you groan in frustration. 
“Please. Mphh… Want you inside me.” You say, whining when his fingers start to pump faster and harder into you. 
“Jeno! M’ gonna cum!” You babble and he groans into your ear. 
“C’mon princess, cum all over my fingers. I know you can do it. You’ve been such a good girl.” He says and edges you on even more. 
Your moans grow progressively louder and Jeno has to clamp his hands over your mouth again to muffle them. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten before it breaks. You finish with a loud moan that’s muffled but he doesn’t stop his ministrations. He moves his fingers even faster causing you to try to push him away. 
“Jeno! M’ sensitive!” You muffle out, gripping his arm hoping that he’ll remove his fingers but he doesn't. 
He grabs your hands and pins them against the bed again. He licks a stripe up your neck and sucks harshly again, leaving a trail of his marks starting from your ear all the way down to your chest. 
“Jeno, I’m gonna-” You're interrupted when a second orgasm washes over you and you let out a shrilling moan, hoping that no one was awake to hear. 
"That's it baby.” He says and slowly pulls his fingers from your heat. 
You babble and hum out incoherent words as you try to catch your breath. He pushes his shorts past his dick and gets on his knees. You look at his angry red tip. He was so huge and you gasp as you try to squirm away from him. 
“Jeno, I can’t.” You attempt to say through heaving breaths but he just laughs and grips your thighs to bring you back closer to him. 
“Yes you can, baby. I know you can take it." He says and spreads your legs further apart. He lines up his tip with your entrance. He lets out a quiet groan when he feels your gummy walls around him. 
You bite your lip to not let you moans out as you feel his bare dick inside you and you try to catch your breath. He was so much bigger than you expected. The stretch was too painful as he quickly pushed himself all the way in. He was bigger than anything you’ve ever taken before.
“S’ too big.” You mewl out and he laughs. 
You were fueling his ego even more and you didn’t even know it. 
“I know, baby. I know.” He says and stays still for a bit so you can get used to his size. After a minute, you nod your head and give him the green light. 
He pulls out and slams himself back into you causing you to put your hands over your mouth. You chant his name in your hands like a mantra and that only fuels him more. 
He starts thrusting inside you harder, faster, and deeper. You quickly wrap your hands around him and shove your face into his neck. He was reaching places that you didn’t even know existed. Your vision was so blurry, you felt like you were seeing stars. Your freshly done nails scratched against his back and biceps. 
“I can feel you, baby. You’re almost there.” He says into your ear and you nod your head. His grip on your hips were so tight, you were sure there were going to be bruises tomorrow. 
‘C’mon baby, cum. Cream all over my dick.” He says raspily into your ears and that’s all you need before the knot comes undone, creaming all over his cock. He groans at the sight and chases after his own orgasm. 
He finishes inside of you and leans his head into your neck. He places kisses all over the marks he left on your body. You smile and run your fingers through his hair. Giggling, you pull his head away from your neck and place a quick kiss on his lips. 
He smiles and leans his forehead against yours. He breathes you in deeply with you doing the same. The smile never leaves both of your faces. Your tummy was so warm with his cock buried inside, you didn't want him to pull away. 
However he does and you wince at the loss of him. His cum leaks out of your whole and he reaches down to push it back in. 
“Jeno!” You yelp and he laughs before sliding his finger out. 
“Didn’t want it to go to waste.” He says while looking at his art work. Your core was throbbing with spurts of white escaping and he felt himself getting hard again but he knew you couldn’t go on anymore. 
He grabs his discredited shirt off the floor and wipes at your core before grabbing another pair of panties from your bag. He slides it up your thighs and places a kiss over them before pulling his own shorts and boxers up. 
You get up from the bed to go pee before getting back into bed with him. He wraps his arms around you again as you lay close to him. You sigh blissfully as he places his head in between your boobs. He gets a perfect view of your neck covered in his marks from there and smirks. Your hands go to his hair and you start playing with it. Sooner or later the both of you pass out from exhaustion. 
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Your eyes flutter open as you look around for Jeno but he is nowhere to be found. The sunlight from earlier is now gone. You get out of bed and change into a pair of sweats. You knew it was a bit chilly outside since you could see the tree leaves swaying back and forth. 
You go to Jeno’s bag and pull out a black hoodie. Quickly slipping it on, you walk outside to the bonfire where everyone is sitting. You walk up to Jeno who gestures for you to sit on him. You sit down on his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. 
He passes the blunt to Jaemin before wrapping his arms around you. 
“Do you want a drink, Yn?” Jisung asks and hands you a cup filled with jungle juice. You slightly thank him before taking a sip. 
“Good?” The man under you asks and you nod your head at him. 
He glances at your hoodie and notices that it’s his. He doesn’t say anything but he smiles at the thought of you wearing his clothes again. 
You watch the fire as everyone around you engages in their own conversations. Looking around, you catch Jaemin looking at you and Jeno. He brings his hands up and gives you a thumbs up which causes you to laugh slightly. 
You look back down to Jeno to find him already staring at you. He slightly chuckles and intertwines your hands together. You smile sheepishly and he can’t help but to plant a kiss on your cheek. You gasp and hit his shoulder lightly with your free hand while he laughs. 
You pull your phone out from your (his) hoodie pocket and furrow your eyebrows when you see that Giselle started following you on Instagram. Quietly, you show it to Jeno who rolls his eyes. 
“Just block her, that’s what I did.” He says and you nod your head but you don’t actually do it. You just turn your phone off. 
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Unfortunately time flew by too fast and you found yourself in class 3 months later. Your professor was rambling on about something that you could care less about. You looked at the clock and let out a breath of relief when you noticed that there was only 5 minutes left of class. 
Quietly, you start packing up your bag and shutting down your laptop. Just as you finish packing, the professor dismisses you guys while talking about the assignment due next week. You jump out of your seat as soon as she’s done talking and quickly walk out. 
Your phone pings and you look at it while walking. 
we’re waiting for you baby -jen
okay, coming! :) -princess 
You quickly speed up and walk over to the parking lot where everyone was gathered around their cars. You happily skip to Jeno who’s leaning against the hood of his car. His arms open wide as he waits for you to embrace him. 
He groans when you throw your arms around his neck and smiles. 
“Missed you.” He says and squeezes you tighter to him. 
“You just saw me this morning.” You say with a giggle and he shrugs his shoulders. 
“I always miss you.” He admits and kisses you quickly on the lips. 
Jeno and you finally made it official a few weeks ago after “talking” for two months. You guys were on a date like usual only this time you guys were walking in the park and enjoying the first snowfall of the season. 
“I love the snow.” You say, smiling wildly as you catch a falling snow in your hand. 
Jeno observes the way your eyes light up as you bring it closer to your face to inspect it. He felt his heartbeat fasten and he knew he had to ask you right then and there. He tugs on your hand that he was holding and you look up at him. 
What’s wrong?” You ask as you stare into his eyes. 
Jeno inhales sharply before looking at you. 
“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asks quickly and your eyes widen. 
You softly let out a laugh and wrap your arms around him and he reciprocates. You pull away and plant a kiss onto his lips before pulling away and squealing with a “Yes!” 
He laughs at your reaction and brings you in closer. His hand going to cradle your head as he connects both of your lips together again. 
Your arms go to his waist as you hold him tightly while kissing him back. He pulls away and you nuzzle your head into his chest. His arms squeeze and pull you in closer. The snowfall started falling harder but you both didn’t care. You stood there in each other’s embrace as the snow hit the ground.
“Let’s go.” Jaemin says and the eight of you pile into the cars to head over to lunch. Jeno opens the passenger door for you and you quickly get in before he closes it and rushes over to the driver’s seat. He gets in and places his hand on your thigh. 
You smile and grab his hand that’s on yours before he reverses his car and pulls out of the parking lot. Jeno wasn’t in your plans when you first arrived but you’re so glad he meddled his way into your life. As you look over at him, you smile and press a kiss to his cheek which makes me smile. 
His eyes make those cute little crescent moons that you love so damn much. He brings your hand to his lips and kisses the back of it before placing your hands back into your lap. You fell hard for Jeno and you still continue to fall hard for him. 
No amount of measurements could measure how happy you feel right now. If falling for someone felt this good, you would’ve done it a long time ago. But then again, maybe it only feels good because it’s Lee Jeno you’re falling for. 
End.
Thank you So much for reading my first ever fic! I spent so much time planning and rewriting this, but I'm glad to finally have it out for you guys to read. Sending you lots of love and kisses!
xoxo, jenoroyals
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captain-joongz · 2 months
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fanfiction recommendations/my favourite reads in 2023
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♤ in pursuit of wedded bliss by @fantasyescapes17
regency au, each members has his own story, but they're interconnected
choi seungcheol
◇ push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) by @dontflailmenow
camboy!seungcheol, ex's best friend!seungcheol, enemies to lovers
♧ down bad (so so bad) by @lovelyhan
idol!seungcheol x pet sitter!reader
☆ always only you by @honeyhotteoks
brother's best friend!seungcheol, friends to lovers
♤ caught in a trap by @cheolism
brother's best friend to lovers au
kim mingyu
☆ a sheep in wolf's clothing by @rubyreduji
virgin!mingyu x experienced reader
♤ creep by @smileysuh
serial killer!ghost!mingyu, touch starved!mingyu, halloween fic
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ot8
◇ skz drabble by @leviackermanscleaningbuddy
a/b/o, cnc, primal play
♧ sharing = caring by @cbini
bf!chan sharing you
☆ camcorder by @tasteracha
bf!minho x reader x chan, a little pervy chan
♤ five for five by @bh-archive
chan x hyunjin x hongjoong x san x juyeon x reader
◇ some things are better left unknown by @roseykat
chan x felix x reader, threesome
lee minho
♧ dilf!minho by @cinhomi
dilf!minho x baby sitter!reader, breeding kink, pregnancy talk
bang chan
☆ bad idea by @hyunsvngs
step dad!chan, getting together, infidelity
hwang hyunjin
♤ dressing down by @jl-micasea-fics
best friends to lovers, mutual pining
lee felix
◇ best friend felix by @ddyskz
best friends to lovers, fluffy smut
♧ felix + thigh riding by @straykeedz
☆ cockwarming by @dreaming-medium
coworkers au, secretary!felix, office sex
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ot7
♤ shadows we trust by @remedyx
supernatural au, mystical creatures!bts, dark circus au
◇ masked miracles by @remedyx
hybrid!bts, detective!reader
♧ stay alive by @staytinyville
mythical creatures!bts, supernatural au
☆ trouvaille by @spookyserenades
hybrid!bts, witch!reader, supernatural au, some horror themes
♤ eternally theirs by @imnotlauriane
dragon!bts, soulmates au, knights au
◇ the lucky seven by @riphobisbraces
hybrid!bts, princess!human!reader
♤ emerald gem by @sweetlyskz
hybrid!bts, reader has a farm, strangers to lovers
♧ oh, little red by @jincherie
wolf!yoongi x reader x wolf!jimin, red riding hood au
min yoongi
☆ celestial ruin by @remedyx
fallen angel!yoongi x angel!reader, corruption arc
♤ fxck a fxckboy by @yoongifis
fuckboy!yoongi x smartass!reader
kim taehyung
◇ isn't that what brothers do? by @aris-ink
step brother!taehyung, forbidden romance, dub con
♧ black swan by @aris-ink
step dad!taehyung, manipulation, corruption, cheating
☆new flame by @gimmethatagustd
alpha!taehyung x omega!reader, heat sex
jeon jungkook
♤ family secrets by @aris-ink
step brother!jungkook, dry humping
◇ icarus by @aris-ink
step brother!jungkook, risky/sneaky sex
♧ close by @aft3rhrs
step brother!jungkook, forbidden romance
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choi soobin
☆ let's play a game by @anyamaris
soobin x reader x yeosang (ateez), friends to lovers, primal play
♤ closed doors by @last-words-ofashootingstar
soobin x reader x hongjoong, idol au, obsessed!soobin
◇ super shy! by @fairyofshampgyu
shy virgin baker!soobin x experienced reader
♧ i &lt;3 nerds by @enha-cafe
nerdy!soobin secretly a sex god au
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multiple members
☆ drippin' by @ncteez
'00 line x reader, friends to lovers, birthday orgy
♤ cookie jar by @neopuppy
step brothers!jeno and jaemin x reader, stuck in a dryer au
♧ sos by @neopuppy
a/b/o, sex pollen au, pollen induced heat/rut
lee jeno
☆ shameless by @neopuppy
step son!jeno x step mom!reader, infidelity, very dub con
♤ hand kink by @jaylaxies
roommates au, hand kink
lee mark
◇ i can help by @recklessmark
step dad!mark, corruption, manipulation, infidelity
ATEEZ rec list pt. 1 | pt. 2
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yeoosaangg · 6 months
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Church || Kinktober - Day 15
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pairing ▸ na jaemin × f!reader
now playing ▸ church - chase atlantic
⤷ ❝and i'll keep leading you on if you keep leading me into your room.❞
genre ▸ non-idol au, situationship, smut, angst
warnings ▸ mirror sex, fingering, marking, praise, choking, breeding kink
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Everyone in your new town warned you - do not get involved with Na Jaemin.
It was odd to be told that right out the gate, but you complied. It was a small town, with one university for the locals to attend if they wish to remain in familiar territory.
You chose this college because it's where your mom grew up. She passed away last year and you wanted to fulfill her wishes of seeing the place.
Your dad wasn't enthusiastic in moving there, but he'll do what your mom said because he still loves her.
And when you met a few people, they'd tell you about everyone's business. Literally.
The head cheeleader? Sleeping with the football coach.
The football captain? Sleeping with the music teacher.
Na Jaemin? Stay away from him.
You listened to your new friends for a while; you did not want to be a part of the drama. But because you were "fresh", you had caught his attention next.
Jaemin: One date. I swear you won't regret it.
Y/n: No thanks. Have a nice day.
He didn't give up until you finally cracked. He took the opportunity to approach you when he found out your friends didn't have classes for the day.
Jaemin: I'm serious, let me take you on a date.
This time around, you caved - only to get him to back off!
But after the one date, you both couldn't stay away from each other. You, because he made you feel alive. Him, because you're the perfect little fuckdoll.
Every other girl in that town was so eager to sleep with him, he did it to shut them up and never go back.
But you, wow you couldn't have been more perfect. A virgin willing to let him teach you how to please him? Why would he ever say no to that?
And then the inevitable happened - you fell in love with him.
You knew, by the caution of others, that he wasn't one for commitment. He'll fuck a girl once and never go back. But you felt special because he did come back. Multiple times, in fact.
Everytime you'd bring up a possible relationship, he shuts it down and distracts you with his kisses.
You couldn't take it anymore and decided cut him off if he wasn't going to take you seriously.
Jaemin: C'mon, angel. Don't throw us away.
Y/n: There is no us, Jaemin. You made sure of that.
And you kept your word. You stopped seeing him in secrecy, occupying yourself with your studies. You even met a guy who makes you laugh and feel important.
And Jaemin made a fool of himself by picking a fight with him during one of the lunch breaks.
Juyeon: What the fuck is your problem, dude?
Jaemin: You're my fucking problem, Lee Juyeon. Stay the fuck away from Y/n.
Juyeon: Why should I? Because she agreed to go on a date with me after rejecting you for months?
Jaemin: She's mine. I don't fucking share.
Juyeon: She's no one's property, Na. No wonder she hates you.
That set Jaemin off. He doesn't even know what he's doing, all he knows is he's angry and Juyeon's his target. Lefts and rights collide onto his jaw, drawing blood.
It wasn't until he heard your voice that he finally stops beating the man to a pulp.
Y/n: What the fuck is wrong with you?
Jaemin: Baby, I can expl-
Y/n: Shut up. Just stay the fuck away from me.
You crouch down, helping Juyeon to his feet. You were going to accompany him to the infirmary, but Jaemin wasn't having it.
You yelp when he lifts you off the ground, making his way out of the dining hall and out to the student parking lot. He opens his car and makes sure to put your seatbelt on.
You try to get out, but the door stays locked. Did he child proof it? Such an asshole.
All your friends were in distress as they saw you trying to get out. Jaemin drives off in the direction of his apartment that no one knew belongs to him.
No one except you.
Y/n: Jaemin, please. Just forget about me.
Jaemin: You're fucking crazy if you think I'll listen to that stupid request. I don't want other men touching what's mine.
Y/n: I'm not yours.
Jaemin: Why do you keep saying that? I'm the one that took your virginity, first kiss, first everything! That makes you mine.
Y/n: No, it doesn't. It just means I trusted you at the time.
Jaemin: You don't trust me now?
Y/n: Not with the way you're acting.
If you weren't looking at him, you'd miss the tears streaming down his face.
He never cries.
Jaemin: Baby, please don't say things like that. It hurts to hear you say you don't trust me.
Y/n: Why are you crying? You don't even care about me the way I needed you to.
Jaemin: I want to.
What?
Jaemin: I want to care about you that way, but I don't know how. You're the first girl I've ever felt something more with than just lust. And it fucking terrifies me. But when you left? I felt like I was dying, angel.
This can't be happening right now.
He pulls into the apartment complex's parking garage, and both of you just sit in silence until he speaks up.
Jaemin: Please don't leave me.
Y/n: I can't keep doimg this with you, Jaemin.
Jaemin: Why not?
He looks so sad, an emotion he never displays. You don't want to give in, in case it's all an act.
Y/n: You don't like me that way, Jaemin.
Jaemin: And how would you know that?
You don't, but if he did he would've asked you out when you voiced your affection.
Jaemin: Come upstairs with me. I'll show you that I'm serious about this.
You should've known better than to listen because now he has you on our knees in front of a large, full length mirror.
Jaemin: Remember that conversation we had when we started this?
Y/n: How could I forget?
He asked you what your biggest fantasy in bed was, so you naturally replied with the truth - to be fucked in front of a mirror.
He never gave you that fantasy back then, just stored the information for later.
Your breath hitches when he starts to undress you.
He pauses a bit when he senses your hesitation. Despite his past actions, he meant everything he said on the way there.
Jaemin: Do you want this?
Y/n: Yes.
Jaemin: Are you sure?
Y/n: I want to see if you're telling the truth.
He tries to smile, but it just falls.
He knows it's going to take a lot more than just fucking you to show that he's serious about you. He'll gladly spend months, even years, proving himself to you.
Jaemin continues to undress you, touching everywhere with such tenderness. He usually gets straight to the point and fucks you dumb.
But this wasn't just any rendezvous hookup, you're his everything. And he wants to show you that.
He starts fondling your breasts, using his fingers to stimulate your nipples.
You hate how his touch instantly relaxes you. You don't want to admit it, but you've missed him.
Jaemin: I've never had someone consume every part of my mind, body, and soul the way you have, princess. But, fuck, I don't want that to stop.
Y/n: Really?
Jaemin: Mhm. I can't lose you again, baby. I was already feeling crazy this time around. Next time, I fear I'll do something reckless.
Y/n: You think there'll be a next time?
Jaemin: I have to be realistic. This is all new to me, and I'm bound to make mistakes. But I hope you can find it in your heart to see that I'm trying. For you.
You lay your head against his shoulder, grinding down on his clothed erection.
Y/n: We'll figure it out if the time comes. For now, show me that you mean what you're saying.
He nods, kissing you deeply as his hand travels down to your clit. A moan falls passed your lips - right next to his ear - from finally being touched.
He slides his finger up and down your folds, loving the way your eyes are trained at the mirror. He can see you biting your bottom lip at the sight.
He shoves two fingers inside, making you choke on your moan. He just pumps his fingers rapidly, eventually adding another.
Jaemin: Keep looking, baby. Want you to see how gorgeous you look when you cum for me.
He starts painting your neck with lots of dark marks, staring at you through the mirror. You cum all over his fingers and the floor.
Jaemin: Beautiful.
You watch yourself catch your breath, a smile curling at the corners of your lips. That was so hot, you want more.
He undresses himself, and then positions himself right behind you. He hooks his arm to both of yours, lining his hard cock to your pussy.
Jaemin: Do not look away. Want you to see just how much of a goddess you are when I fuck you. Can you do that for me, angel?
You nod, wiggling your ass so he can put it in already.
He chuckles, bottoming out with no hesitation. He knows you can take his big size perfectly.
You watch yourself ceumble as his thrusts get rougher and slower. He wants you to feel his cock stretching your gummy walls - and, fuck, do you feel it.
Jaemin: You look so pretty taking all of my cock, princess.
He reaches around to hold you by the throat, letting go of your arms in the process. You scream, cumming again from the sensitivity.
He doesn't stop ramming his dick into you, loving the way your face is contorting to one of pure pleasure.
The way he's choking you forces the eye contact you have to make through the mirror. You love the way he's also moaning along with you - usually he grunts quietly.
Jaemin: You're doing so good, baby. Love the way your cunt begs for my cock. Did you miss me, too?
Y/n: So much!
It was hard to speak with his hand around your throat, so a short and simple answer will suffice. He didn't mind, though - your eyes tell him everything.
Jaemin: You want to cum again, don't you? Go ahead, love. Cum all over my cock.
It was like his words activated another orgasm. You can feel your essence dripping down your thighs and onto his.
You feel him fill you up, moaning as the warm liquid paints your gummy walls.
But he still wasn't done.
He pushes your head down onto the ground, chin up so you can still see yourselves.
Jaemin: Gonna get you pregnant, angel. Fill you up so no other man thinks he has a chance with you. They're gonna see how happy we are and get jealous.
You moan, clenching around his cock. You honestly love that idea more than you should.
Jaemin: You like that, don't you princess? Then I'll make it happen.
He continues to pound your pussy, the position allowing him to fuck you deeper than ever. He just abuses your hole until you're filled with three loads of his kids.
He kisses your shoulders, winking at you while his hips smack against your ass.
Jaemin: Look at you falling apart, baby. Think you can cum for me one more time?
Y/n: Mhm.
You can't even speak anymore with how good his cock is opening you up. You both cum one last time, staying in the position until he can properly pull out.
Jaemin: Keep your ass up. Don't want to watch anymore cum escape.
All you could do was listen because your body was twitching from getting fucked dumb by him.
He comes back and gently inserts a plug in your cunt, kissing in between your thighs to help distract you.
Jaemin: I'm running a bath. I'll take good care of you, my princess.
You just let him carry you into the bathroom.
He doesn't get in the tub with you, choosing to focus on you instead. He washes your hair and body so delicately, you'd think he was handling glass.
Y/n: Is it too soon to say the L word?
He freezes for a moment before he smiles at you.
Jaemin: Yeah. But I'll let you know when we can, okay?
Y/n: Okay.
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a/n: yeah, i jinxed myself. gonna go sleep (,,•﹏•,,) thanks for reading ‹𝟹
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saturnznct · 1 year
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he holds the baby for the first time | nct dream
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➸ note; hehe bit of a long one bc i love my dreamies <3
➸ word count; 4313 words
➸ lucas, tengfei, moonbyeol, dalgun, chaeyeon, caihong & chunae; aged newborn
➸ warning(s); breastfeeding? labour, c-sections, stitches, injection mention, blood mention
nct masterlist (lnks will be added later)
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Mark’s entire world had been turned upside down in a matter of a few hours. Just four hours ago, he was working hard at dance practice, and now he was a father. He felt so many things, shock being the most prominent, shared with complete awe and love for you and your new son. The fact that he hadn’t held your newborn yet hadn’t even crossed his mind, he was far more concerned with both of your health and wellbeing, considering you’d had no pre-natal care. The hours dragged on, the amount of nurses and doctors coming in finally beginning to thin out. Your son had been laying on your chest for quite some time, having eaten and been burped already. You were so exhausted, a mixture of the birth and the late hour, but Mark was still wide awake, mind racing. However, managers and staff keep disappearing and reappearing, talking to Mark and whoever was on the phone in rapid speech. Mark could see the way it was affecting you, the way you move to almost protect your baby from the outsiders.  
‘You should get some sleep,’ he murmurs, noticing your eyes dropping closed and then opening again.
‘I can’t look away from him,’ you admit, ‘he’s so perfect.’
‘I know, baby, but you need to rest,’ Mark reaches out a hand and brushes your hair from your face, ‘besides, I haven’t held him yet.’
Your eyes widen a little, ‘oh, of course not, I’m sorry.’
Mark chuckles, ‘it’s okay, it’s important he gets to know his mama. I’ll keep an eye on him while you nap, okay? I’ll wake you if he needs anything.’
‘Okay,’ you sit up slightly. The handover is awkward, it being the first time you’d done it, but eventually Mark has the tiny baby in his arms, kissing your forehead before murmuring a ‘goodnight, I love you,’ and settling into the armchair beside your bed.
‘Love you. Please keep him here,’ you mumble, turning onto your side and closing your eyes.
‘I will, don’t worry sweetheart.’
Mark is quiet for a few minutes, gently yet stiffly rocking the baby back and forth, examining his face and all the details. The baby looked so much like him, and he knew it, feeling an enormous sense of pride at the boy’s identical nose and eyes, that he’d seen in baby photos of his own over the years. Once he’s sure you’re asleep, he begins to talk to his son, wishing the infant to get used to his voice.
‘Hey, baby boy,’ Mark begins, lightly shushing the baby when he fusses, ‘it’s okay, everything is just fine.’
You were just on the verge of falling asleep when you hear Mark’s voice, heart warming at the sound of the love of your life talking to your firstborn.
‘I didn’t even know you existed a few hours ago, but God, I love you. More than anything. You’re so perfect, such a beautiful baby, all from your mama. She did so well, didn’t she? Carried you for all that time… I promise I’ll be here for you, always. Everything I do from now on is for you and your mummy/mommy.’
You still lay awake, eyes filled with hot tears at the pure love that overcomes you. 
Mark is silent for a few moments, staring back into his son’s deep brown eyes, ‘I promise I won’t let you down. I love you, son.’
renjun
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This was the moment Renjun had been anticipating since the moment you found out you were pregnant. He’d been terrified at the time, the pregnancy was unexpected and Renjun wasn’t sure he was ready or capable of being a father. At the same time, Renjun’s thoughts were filled with questions and worries about your baby. What would the baby look like? How big would the baby be? Would they come during the day or the night? But his biggest fear of all, was that your baby wouldn’t like him. He didn’t have the best luck with other member’s babies; generally they would cry and protest in his arms. He tried to prevent this, doing any and every bonding exercise with your bump that he could think or read about, hoping that when your son arrived he would feel comfortable and safe with him.
‘Jun?’ You’d been holding the baby for over an hour, having some skin to skin and your first feed. Renjun froze a little at the expectant look on your face, like he knew what you were about to ask.
‘You should hold him.’
Renjun blinks, ‘are you sure? you’re bonding with hi-‘
‘Jun,’ you repeat, softly, ‘he’s your son. He’s not going to hate you. Besides, I want to see my boys together.’
‘Okay,’ Renjun reaches down for the baby on your chest, cringing when the baby whines and fusses, ‘hey, don’t cry, please don’t cry.’
Renjun rocks and bounces him awkwardly but to no avail, and he sends you a look screaming for help.
‘It’s ok, Jun,’ you smile, ‘keep talking to him.’
‘He doesn’t like me,’ Renjun begins to panic, ‘he was happy with you, maybe you should-‘
‘Junie,’ you retort softly, ‘he just doesn’t like that he’s been moved. Keep talking to him, he’ll know your voice.’
Renjun gives himself a mental pep talk, slightly relaxing when he looks at the face of his baby boy.
‘It’s okay, it’s just me, I’m your daddy.’
You give Renjun an encouraging smile, and so he continues, ‘I really hope you like me from now on. Most babies don’t.’
The baby is gradually calming down at his father’s voice, so Renjun keeps talking.
‘Good boy, do you know my voice? I tried to talk to you as much as possible while you were in there so I hope you recognise it.’
The baby is now settled, staring up at his father with big brown eyes. Your heart melts at Renjun’s wide, toothy grin.
‘He likes me,’ he says to you, before turning back to the baby, ‘I think you look like a Tengfei.’
‘I like that name,’ you hum, ‘Huang Tengfei it is.’
Renjun’s smile gets impossibly wider, pride filling his chest knowing he’d just named his firstborn baby boy.
‘I love you so much, Huang Tengfei.’
jeno
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You had never felt so at peace. You had just given birth to your first child, a daughter Moonbyeol in your bedroom at home a few hours earlier. Already, Moonbyeol was a very chilled baby, rarely fussing or crying. She was perfectly happy just laying on your chest, staring back at you. Jeno had been laying beside you for several hours now, engaging in hushed conversation with you about your newborn, all while unable to take his eyes off her. It hadn’t even crossed his mind that he hadn’t properly held his daughter, as you’d been snuggled together so close. As time passed, you grew more and more exhausted, the energy you had spent during the birth beginning to weigh you down. 
‘How long has it been since she fed?’ you wonder aloud, ‘the midwife said every three hours..’
‘I think it was at six,’ Jeno says, ’so three and a bit hours ago.’
‘She needs more,’ you mumble, sighing deeply, already pulling your top down to give Moonbyeol access. Jeno helps you guide her head to your chest.
‘Agh,’ the pain is sharp when she latches, and Jeno kisses and rubs your hair in encouragement.
‘You’re doing so well, look at how well she eats.’
‘It hurts so much Jen,’ Jeno’s heart hurts at the look on your face.
‘I know, I know,’ Jeno frowns, ‘it’ll get better, with time.’
‘I hope so,’ you say, ‘I feel sore all over.’
‘You’ve been so incredible,’ Jeno praises, ‘we did so well with her.’
‘Yeah, we did,’ you grin, the and the two of you settle into small talk while Moonbyeol eats. After some time, she pulls away, ready to be burped.
‘I don’t want to move,’ you admit, ‘too tired.’
‘Hey, I’ll take her,’ Jeno offers, ‘you can stay in bed. Plus, I.. I haven’t got to hold her yet.’
‘Oh. I’m sorry.’
‘It’s okay, don’t be silly,’ Jeno presses a kiss to your cheek, ‘I’ve been so close this whole time. You should get some rest.’
You suddenly realise how drained and exhausted you truly were, eyes and body heavy with fatigue.
‘I think I probably should,’ you mumble tiredly, ‘Moonie, daddy’s going to get all that horrible air up for you.’
It takes perhaps a little longer than it should have, but eventually the baby is successfully passed into Jeno’s arms.
‘Hey, Moonie,’ Jeno rests her on his shoulder, gently patting her back, ‘you’re so tiny.’
You move to lay down on your side and rest your eyes as Jeno talks to your daughter in a hushed voice.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ Jeno meets his daughters eyes, seeing his own staring back at him, ‘look at those brown eyes! So pretty. No boy will ever be good enough for such a beautiful girl.’
Jeno slowly wanders out of your room and into Moonbyeol’s nursery, wanting to give you some peace to sleep.
‘This is your room,’ Jeno turns the baby in his arms so that she’s facing the majority of the room, ‘this is where you’ll sleep, where you’ll play… I hope you like the way we decorated. If you don’t, we can change it later.’
Moonbyeol’s eyes flicker around the room, although her expression is blank.
‘Look, Moonie,’ he walks towards her unused crib, looking at the silver mobile that hangs over it, white and yellow moon and stars hanging down, ‘it’s like you! You’re our little moon star.’
Moonbyeol burps at that exact moment, and Jeno chuckles, not sure whether he should be offended or not.
‘Well, that says what you think of that.’
haechan
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Donghyuck naturally comes across as a conceited and cocky person, you know that’s just his humour. He’s cheeky and bold, but at the same time down to earth and a total sweetheart. He acted quite similarly when it came to his impending fatherhood, on the outside appearing as though he was completely confident, that he would take being a father in his stride. But on the inside, he was terrified. Sometimes he would catch sight of you, his pregnant wife, and would feel a deep sense of dread alongside the rush of love that would bubble up in his chest. When you went into labour while eating dinner together, he thought he was going to be sick, the crashing realisation that this was it. You’d done so well, going through hours of contractions before your son began to struggle, and you were taken into an emergency c-section. You were crying softly as they prepared you for the surgery. Donghyuck emerged from the bathroom in his scrubs to see you laying there, and you immediately you’d reached out for him. In that moment, he knew how much you needed him, how much both of you needed him. In that moment he knew he’d do anything to be the best father and husband.
Your son Dalgun was eventually delivered through the C-section, laying on your chest for quite some time as you were stitched up and wheeled back to your hospital room. Donghyuck hates the look of discomfort on your face as you try to move around on the bed and feed. You’re exhausted, in pain and in need of a good rest, but you had to stay awake for your son.
Donghyuck tries to make himself useful, keeping the hospital room tidy and making sure your water cup was filled and you hadn’t bled too heavily onto the pad beneath you.
Part of him aches to hold his baby boy. He so desperately wants to just reach out and take the baby into his arms, shower him in all of the love he had to give. But at the same time, he didn’t want to. He was frightened that his son would be unsettled with him, that he would do something astronomically wrong like drop him. After some time, the nurse knocks softly on the door, coming to check on your surgery site.
‘Donghyuck,’ you croak, his heart hurting when he sees you laying there, exhausted and in pain with your son on your chest, ‘will you take him?’
‘I-‘ 
‘Hyuck,’ you notice the way he freezes, but he melts and relaxes at your tone, ‘its okay. You’re his daddy. You did so well at the classes.’
Donghyuck shakes himself. You’re vulnerable, you’ve just had invasive surgery and you need him. And he’s terrified of holding his own baby.
‘Okay.’
The nurse helps with the handover as it pains you to lean too far, and suddenly there’s a seven pound baby wriggling around in his arms. Dalgun cries shrilly at being moved, Donghyuck cringing as he wails.
‘Dalgun-ah,’ he clumsily rocks the baby, ‘won’t you be a good boy while mummy/mommy gets looked after? I’m not a stranger, I’m your daddy.’
Donghyuck sways on his feet, soothing Dalgun, ‘your mummy/mommy is so so brave. She is so incredible, Dalgun-ah, she’ll be the best mummy/mommy in the whole world to you, I just know it. And I’ll try my absolute hardest to be the best daddy. I love you.’
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Jaemin thinks that his daughter’s birth was nothing short of perfect. You had given birth to Chaeyeon in a birthing centre, early in the morning in a birthing pool.
Jaemin had sat right behind you, in his swim shorts, with you between his legs, not even wincing when you near crushed his hands while you pushed. Jaemin had been the one to cut the cord, before the baby was taken away to be weighed and given her first injection.
Jaemin had felt new foreign feeling of resentment towards the nurse, who he knows deep down is just doing her job and ultimately protecting your daughter from disease, but at the same time, she made his baby girl cry.
Chaeyeon is bought back to you, now with a band-aid covering her injection site. Jaemin holds you in his arms, resting his chin on your shoulder and just soaking in your daughters face. For some time, the two of you get used to Chaeyeon, taking in her appearance and mannerisms and sounds. Jaemin doesn’t even really care how dirty the water is.
‘Y/N? Why don’t we get you cleaned up a little?’ the nurse suggests, and you’re more than happy to be helped out of the pool and herded into the shower in the conjoining bathroom. Another nurse had held Chaeyeon as Jaemin carried you bridal style into the bathroom and gently setting you down on the shower seat. He hangs around for a few minutes, eyes darting between you and Chaeyeon’s general direction, clearly conflicted as to who to stay with.
‘Go and be with her Jaem,’ you hum.
’Do you need me?’
‘I’m all good here,’ you answer honestly, ‘I think this may be quite gross, anyway.’
‘Okay,’ Jaemin leans over to kiss your cheek, ‘I’ll look after her.’
‘Oh!’ The nurse left in the delivery room is holding the little bundle in her arms, ‘lets go to daddy, shall we?’
Jaemin beams as his baby girl is handed to him for the very first time. His heart feels like it may burst out of his chest as she gurgles, tiny fists waving around above the pink blankets.
‘Oh, angel,’ Jaemin coos, ‘you’re killing me.’
Jaemin knew that this baby in his arms officially completely owned his heart. He knew it was over for him, that there was nothing he would not do for his little girl.
‘You’re such a pretty girl, Chaeyeon,’ his heart aches at her glistening eyes and nose that mirrors his own.
‘You’ll have so much love in your life. You already do. You have so many uncles who are just dying to meet you, you have a godfather who would do anything for you. I.. I would die for you, I love you more than anything in this world.’
Chaeyeon waves her arm around, peeling back the blanket slightly.
‘Oh, you don’t have any clothes on,’ Jaemin brings her over to the changing table, lowering her down as slowly as he possibly can.
‘Which should be your first ever outfit?’ Jaemin sifts through the folded up baby-grows in the small suitcase you’d brought along. He picks out a white one, patterned with little brown teddy bears.
‘Uncle Mark bought you this one,’ Jaemin buttons up the onesie, ‘like I told you, everyone loves you Chae. But not as much as I do!’
Jaemin nuzzles their noses together, before cradling Chaeyeon in his chest, pressing a kiss on top of her head.
‘I love you, angel. I’ll be here for you always.’
chenle
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Chenle was the best partner throughout your entire pregnancy. He did absolutely everything for you and your baby’s comfort, fulfilling your every need and wish, whether monetary, physical or emotional. 
It seemed everything had to be perfect, the quality of your care, your baby’s nursery, your birth plans, everything. If you showed any slight indication of discomfort at any point in your pregnancy, Chenle was instantly at your side, going out of his way to somehow alleviate your pain. He was almost jumpy in that sense.
He was strangely calmer than you thought he would be when you went into labour. You had been taken to the hospital where Chenle and his family had naturally made sure you would receive the best treatment, with a spacious private room and a dedicated team of familiar doctors and nurses. You laboured for hours on end. For nearly twenty hours, you’d suffered through some of the most immense pain imaginable, completely supported by Chenle who fusses over you and holds your hand through it all. Frustratingly, you had been dilating excruciatingly slowly, and eventually the doctors decide a c-section would be best for both you and your baby. 
Your beautiful baby girl joined you in the early evening. Chenle was so overcome with love for his daughter. You both knew that she would be his little princess, that he would spoil her rotten and that nobody would ever lay a hand on her. He came up with the name Caihong, meaning rainbow. She was the rainbow that brightened up his life.
When Caihong came out, they had taken her away briefly to be weighed and checked over, before returning her to you.
‘You did so so well,’ Chenle stands as close to you as he can get, still in his scrubs as they stitch you back up, ’she’s beautiful. I can’t believe it.’
‘I’m so tired,’ you laugh, having been awake for the entirety of your labour, ‘she’s ruined me.’
Chenle chuckles, ‘they’re going to wheel you back into the room once they’re done. We’ll turn the lights down. You can nap soon.’
‘M’kay,’ you roll your head back down to look at your baby, ‘she’s perfect.’
’She is,’ Chenle nods, leaning down and pressing kisses into your hair, ‘I love you both so much.’
The first hour with your daughter is so precious. You are taken back to your private room in your bed, Caihong resting on your chest the whole time. You’d done your first feed, burping her while sitting up in your bed. Once you’d finished, the nurses left, and the three of you were alone together for the first time.
‘Are you tired?’ Chenle asks, running a hand through your hair, fussing over you.
‘I’m exhausted,’ you murmur, ‘never been so tired.’
‘Why don’t I take her?’ he suggests, ‘you can lay down and have a nap.’
‘Are you sure?’ the offer is so unbelievably tempting, ‘I don’t want to just leave you on your own.’
‘I’ll be just fine,’ Chenle reassures you, ‘you just fed her. I can change her myself, if she needs you I’ll wake you.’
‘Okay,’ you nod, moving your arms so that Chenle can easily take Caihong from you.
He grunts dramatically as he raises her up, as though he was lifting some massive weight, ‘hi baby girl.’
Chenle holds Caihong in one arm as he helps you lay down comfortably, reclining your bed back down with the remote so you were laying down.
‘Comfortable?’ Chenle checks, rubbing your upper arm with his spare hand.
‘Yes,’ your eyes are already closed, ‘love you, Lele.’
Chenle grins, ‘I love you too.’
As you fall asleep, Chenle slowly does a few laps of the hospital room, rocking Caihong in his arms. Once he’s sure you’re mostly asleep, and that talking won’t disturb you, he speaks to Caihong in a hushed voice.
‘Hi my little angel,’ he stares into her shining brown eyes, absolutely entranced by her, ‘we’ve waited for so long for you. Ever since your uncle had your cousins, I’ve wanted a baby of my own. And now you’re finally here. You’re already so loved, Caihong. I’ll do anything for you.’
Caihong looks at him almost as if she’s listening and understands what he’s saying. Chenle’s heart seizes and threatens to break out of his chest, he loves her so much. 
‘You own my heart, Caihong. Daddy loves you so much.’
jisung
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Jisung was the first to hold his baby girl, and although it wasn’t for long, it was a fact he took great pride in. Jisung had completely frozen up when your midwife had asked him if he wanted to deliver the baby. His mouth had dried up, completely unsure of what to say, until he caught your gaze, face slightly screwed up in discomfort, but still encouraging him to say yes. He had taken the midwife’s offer, and under her guidance, caught your baby girl as she came out. Jisung had worried that he would drop her, due to the baby being covered in blood and various bodily fluids, but thankfully he manages to keep her in his grip, holding her up for a few moments before placing her on your chest.
Jisung didn’t get her back for another hour or so, not that he minded. You handled your first hour of motherhood expertly, Chunae was an extremely calm baby who fed easily. She was so intrigued by the both of you, as you both were with her, her brown eyes studying your faces. Jisung had never felt so many overpowering emotions at once. Firstly the feeling of pride that he’d been the one to bring Chunae into the world, and the fact he had a part in creating what he believed to be the most beautiful baby in the whole world. And of course, he felt such an overwhelming and intense love for both you and your baby, after watching you go through hours and hours of labour and delivery in his family home. You had been giving skin to skin for over an hour before you offered the baby to Jisung.
‘Hey, Jisungie,’ he is immediately by your side.
‘Do you need something? Water? Another pillow? The pad changed? Are you in a lot of pain?’
You smile at how flustered and caring he is, shaking your head, ‘no, I’m alright. I just thought you might want to hold her.’
Jisung softens, heart suddenly hammering in his chest, ‘oh, y-yeah. Yeah, of course I’d love to.’
Jisung leans down and gently picks Chunae from your chest, taking a few moments to get her into a good position.
‘Hi baby girl,’ he murmurs, strangely nervous, as though it was somebody else’s child.
‘Ah, good timing,’ Jisung’s mother suddenly enters the room, ‘I made soup for you Y/N.’
‘Oh, amazing, I’m starving,’ you welcome the bowl of hot soup with both hands.
Jisung wanders the room, rocking the slightly gurgling Chunae in his arms as he approaches the bedroom window. He doesn’t really notice you watching him, his thoughts all consumed by Chunae. His mother even points it out, catching your eyes and nodding towards him. 
‘Hi,’ Jisung shakily removes a hand from underneath her to play with her own tiny hand, melting when she curls her hand around his finger.
‘You’re so small,’ he whispered, ‘like a doll. And so well behaved too, you didn’t cry one bit when I picked you up.’
Chunae just looks back up at him, and Jisung gently wipes at the spit collecting at her mouth with a cloth.
‘I promise I’ll look after you angel,’ he nuzzles his nose against hers, ‘no one will ever hurt you. They’ll have to go through me first.’
Jisung suddenly can’t get the image of his baby girl as a teenager out of his head, his getting her heart broken by some worthless teenage boy. He imagines comforting her, giving her encouraging talks and building her confidence back up, utilising the skills he would have learned as a father to his little girl over the years. But for now, he knows nothing, only what he has read in pregnancy and parenting books.
‘I don’t know much,’ Jisung rubs his thumb up and down on her face, ‘but I promise I’ll be the best father I can possibly be for you. I’ll try so hard to do everything that’s right for you. I already love you more than anything in this world.’
Chunae yawns, tiny fists flailing weakly as she does.
‘Am I boring you?’ Jisung chuckles, ’you can’t be tired, not when I’ve just got you.’
‘You should sit down with her,’ you suggest, taking a short break from your soup, ’she’ll fall asleep on you.’
‘I think I may fall asleep also,’ Jisung chuckles, although settling into the armchair near your bed. 
‘Group nap?’ You suggest, your own eyes feeling heavy.
The group nap very quickly ends in Jisung’s mother removing the sleeping Chunae from a sleeping Jisung’s chest to lay in her crib. 
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dalivanmagritte · 8 months
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NCT FIC REC : JEONG JAEHYUN
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promise of duke (fav, smut, nobless!au)
oops, baby (i love you) (fav, smut, fluff, angstish, modern royal!au)
a summer love (fav, fluff, suggestive, 60's!au, smalltowngirl!au)
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sleep well? (smut, incubus!au)
of sunrise and roses (fluff, suggestive, demigod!au, mythology!au)
on the shore of the styx (angst, mythology!au)
son of zeus (fluff, demigod!au, mythology!au)
son of lachesis (fluff, angstish, demigod!au, mythology!au)
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begin again (smut, angst)
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head over broomsticks (fluff, suggestive, hogwarts!au)
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make a mess for me (smut)
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trick or treat (smut, halloween!au, dad!jaehyun, neighbour!reader, ceo!au)
trick or treat (smut, halloween!au, neighbour!au, voyeur!au)
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pastas? (fluff)
that's it (smut)
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perv! jaehyun (smut)
perfume (smut, werewolf!au, witch!au)
danger x johnny (smut, abo!au)
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kiachiako · 8 months
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july nct recs
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my library of favorites from JULY <3 all creds to authors
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MARK | volleyball for dummies (in love edition) | @ddeonuism — Mark Lee has been called many things. Dedicated was one of them and that dedication lead him into joining NeoTech College's well coveted Women's Volleyball team, the NeoTech Tigers, as their manager in hopes of winning the infamous setter, Y/N's heart. But there was one problem, being academically inclined did not come with the extensive knowledge of anything related to the sport and to put it simply, Mark Lee doesn't know shit about Volleyball.
[m] JOHNNY + JENO | switch | chain | @neopuppy — Johnny x female reader x Jeno, Jeno’s dad has got it going on AU, pwp, dc/nc, some angst, fluff
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MARK | safety zone | @cherryeoniis 19.1k — Mark Lee. The most perfect roommate and best friend that you could have asked for - except for the fact that he constantly messes up your laundry and can’t cook eggs very well. Even then, that doesn’t quite stop you from falling for him in your final year.
[m] HAECHAN | energizer bunny | @smileysuh 19.1k — hybrid au, brother!mark, bunny!reader
[m] MARK | give me the green light | @fadedncity 19k — street racing au, childhood friends to lovers, non idol au, college au, lil angst, fluff
JAEHYUN | contrariety and confluence | @hannie-dul-set 16.9K — there was not an instance in your life where your judgement was proven to be mistaken— especially with regards to infatuations outside of your own. after an unpredicted introduction with a far too remarkable farm boy, you took it upon yourself to find a suitable match for him, not realizing that perhaps this time; your usual correct judgements might have been incorrect.
JAEMIN | can't handle this | @hannie-dul-set 16k — how are you supposed to explain that you and na jaemin started dating just to prove each other wrong and ended up catching feelings.
JAEMIN | top of the world | @hannie-dul-set 15.6k — things had always been the same in the world of na jaemin— him sitting on a throne above everyone else. that was the natural order. but the world as jaemin knew it began to shake after a few fated encounters with someone at the bottom of the food chain.
JISUNG | the things i know | @byunbaekby 14.8k — jisung has never been keen on growing up, or even understanding what adulting means. at seventeen, all he knows is: he loves soccer (and he’s damn gifted at it), and girls are very pretty but also plenty scary. then he met you, his first love who turned his life upside down and made his stomach roll like the soccer balls he loved to kick around the field. but when your cancer comes back after years in remission, jisung thinks, he doesn’t really want to grow up anymore.
MARK | where do broken hearts go? | @rrxnjun 12k — you know what they say about past lovers that can remain just as friends - either they're still in love with each other, or they never were in the first place.
HAECHAN | home is a feeling | @neonun-au 8.2k — 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.
[m] JAEMIN + JENO | the walls are thin | @springseasonie 7.4k — both Jaemin and Jeno have always had a thing for you and were never shy about it either. You always play hard to get, but all of your playing was going to catch up with you sooner or later.
[m] HAECHAN | dirty mouth | @jjsneo 6.9k — Haechan is the best roommate anyone could ever ask for. He’s good company, he cooks, he cleans, and he always pays his rent on time. But just like any roommate, he has some quirks. And your favourite is when quiet Haechan turns into a loud, foul-mouthed dirty gamer.
[m] MARK | the best man | @mrkis 6.5k — meeting the one for you at your best friend's wedding wasn't exactly how you imagined this day turning out, neither was fucking him in the bathroom of the venue.
[m] HAECHAN | pretty in pink, but my head's in the dark | @ddeonuism 6.1k — afab!reader, roommate au
JENO | i (have/had) a crush on you | @hannie-dul-set 5.8k — running into a past crush at your best friend’s birthday party wouldn’t have been so bad if he wasn’t— well— all that.
[m] JISUNG | flowers | @jjsneo 5.8k — jisung is completely fine with a friends with benefits arrangement with you. at least that’s what he thought — until he spots a mystery bouquet of flowers at your place (that he definitely didn’t send) and he can’t quite shake the thought. now his behaviour is starting to shift in unexpected ways.
[m] MARK | drive | @lisired 3.5k — behold mark lee - your hot uber driver who you keep getting. very embarrassing. you also fuck him.
[m] JUNGWOO | citrine | @smileysuh 3.2k — life with your surfer boyfriend only ever sees blue skies, and plump lips glisten with the citrine juices of summer
CHENLE | can't spell sex without an ex | 2.4k — you and chenle are broken up. except the both of you are just not very good at remembering that.
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sry for the delay in recs :(( but! i'll have more coming soon DONT U WORRY
xoxo
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atinyjules · 1 year
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Monalisa's Sister - Renjun
Hi! I am back with another dad au! This time featuring dad!Renjun and his little munchkin Zhanghao so enjoyy! It came out a lot shorter than expected o(╥﹏╥)o
Genre: Dad au, fluff, established relationship
Pairings: Dad!Renjun x Female oc
Warnings: None
Characters: Renjun, Yuri, Zhanghao (4), Ten, Ellie (7) and Xavier (6).
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While the rest of the guys along with their families were busy searching for Halloween costumes the Huang family were busy getting their house ready for the annual Neo Family Halloween Party and it was the Huang's turn to host this year's party so the pressure was on for them.
"I'm tiredd!" Hao hao whined and sat down on the floor while holding the box filled with the fake spiders and cobwebs.
"I know but we need to finish on time." Renjun told his son who whined in protest.
"But its two days away!" he whined and walked to their Art studio where his mother was sat on a tall stool painting a large portrait for the party.
"Momma! Do we have to go all out for this party?!" he exclaimed to which she chuckled.
"Ask your dad~" she said while continuing her painting.
"Of course we have to go all out! Not after Haechan's party last year...his family rented out an amusement park!" Renjun exclaimed as Hao Hao smiled.
"That was fun!" he said earning a scowl from his dad.
"See, this is why we need to do something even better!" he exclaimed as his wife sighed.
"Junnie...we don't have to be better than anyone, we just have to host the party our way not try to defeat anyone who did it better the year before." she said as he sighed.
"You're right Yuri...thanks for the reality check." Renjun said and gave a small peck on the lips to his wife who finally got back down from the stool.
"Your welcome-where's Hao Hao?" Yuri asked and looked around when Hao Hao came in with a picture.
"Momma, is this you and dad?" he gave the picture to his mother who gasped in surprise.
"I haven't seen this picture in forever! Its a picture from when I first met your dad!" she exclaimed and handed the picture to Renjun who chuckled and rubbed the picture with his index picture.
"Brings back memories." Renjun said looking at the picture of him as Peter Pan and Yuri as Tinkerbell.
"Momma, did you meet dad on Halloween?" Hao Hao asked his mother as she nodded with a smile.
"We sure did...that was the first time I came to Seoul and your Uncle Ten took me to Uncle Johnny's Halloween party. That's when I stumbled across a very cute and dashing Peter Pan." Yuri said with a chuckled as Renjun smiled at his wife then Hao Hao.
"This was when I met and fell in love with your momma, that's why Halloween for the Huang family is a really special day Hao Hao. If I had never met your momma then you would have never been born so maybe that's why I tend to exaggerate Halloween a little too much." He said as Hao Hao giggled.
"Everything makes sense now! It makes me love Halloween even moree!" Hao Hao exclaimed earning a kiss on the cheek from his mother and a pat on the from his Father.
It was the day of the party and there was some little time left before the guests would start arriving. The Huang's were quickly setting up the finishing touches when the door bell rang.
"I'll get it!" Hao Hao who was dressed as Moomin went to get the door.
"Wassup Moomin~" Hao Hao immediately gasped and threw himself on the man who was dressed up as Monalisa.
"Uncle Ten!" Hao Hao exclaimed as Ten smiled and picked him up.
"Ayy, nice decor...Ten is impressed." Ten said and went out the door.
"Ellie, Xavier! Come in quickly or else no candies!" Ten called out to his own children who came running at the mention of candies.
"Hey Zhanghao!" Ellie exclaimed and gave her younger cousin a hug.
"Ellie! Xavier!" he exclaimed and hugged his cousins.
"Woah! Cool decor!" they both exclaimed when Renjun and Yuri came out of the living room.
"Ten!" Yuri who was dressed as a fairy exclaimed and hugged her big brother.
"Ayy, good thing I wore my iconic outfit again, your outfits remind me of the first time you two met."
"Yeah, who would've thought I would fall for Monalisa's sister." Renjun said pulling Yuri close to him by her waist. As they chatted, their bodies became a distant blur and focussed on the picture that was framed up in the middle of the living room. A picture of Peter Pan and his Tinkerbell in a dimly lit living room.
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mosinterlude · 2 years
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━━ DON'T DATE MY BROTHER ✦ MASTERLIST
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PAIRING. idol! nishimura riki x sister's best friend! reader(reader uses she/they pronouns)
SYNOPSIS. Being Park Jimin's younger sister comes with pros and cons. Cons, Park Y/N will never experience a true day of peace in her life. Pros, they were able to became friend's with other idol's sisters, and even though they became friends because of their brothers, they stayed friends because they all fit together, like pieces of a puzzle. Only thing? Don't fall for anyone's brother. Easy enough, until Y/N exposes her two year crush on Nishimura Konon's brother, Nishimura Riki. Not just to Konon though, half the world.
GENRE. idol x non idol, best friend's brother, idol's sibling, social media au
WARNINGS. strong language, drama, sexual jokes/references, idol au, mentions of mental health, fighting, idol beef, homosexuality, over protective brothers and sisters, this is not in anyway an accurate representation of idols or their family. jimin is kinda a asshole for a major part of this fic
FEATURING. enhypen, park jimin, jeon jungkook, and kim taehyung of bts, bahng hannah, lee olivia, chwe sofia , nishimura konon, huening lea, huening bahiyyih of kep1er, aisha samba(oc) jeon jaemin(oc), other idols mentioned in passing.
STATUS. ONGOING.
NOTES. this in no way shape or form is an accurate representation of the idols or others in the smau. chapter names are subjected to change! this was such a fun idea and i really wanted to post it so yay!!
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PROFILES. friends by choice, sisters by association .
CHAPTERS. EXTENDED SYNOPSIS.
1. GOLDFISH YOONGI IS ALIVE
2. jimin is just really busy.
3. drumroll y/n
4. kim taehyung is more of a brother then you are right now.(happy thanks for adopting me day.)
5. close one(why the fuck do you hate me when you're all i have now?)
6. my dad >>>>
7. fuck you jimin.
8. please forgive me
9. starry-eyed y/n
10. good thing the only thing we share is a last name.(do that make me a bad person?)
11. i wanna do better(you didn’t wanna hurt me?)
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TAGLISTS. ddmb taglist. @a-era @ijustmetyouandthisiscrazy @oddeonu @bigtoewinwin @szniki @meiiiwa @doggolovesblog @artstaeh @nomniki @tzyuki @lcv3lies @nikilvr @wonieleles @seosracha @ivyxily @zeesondiary @lunaflvms @alderiasamantha @ethereallov3 @afiaaaa19 @lil-iva perm taglist. @jangwonie @strwberrydinosaur @luv4vernon
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