#jeamin

[kimbappykidding]

Other parts: Part two.

Jeno was ready for a quiet evening at home. He shared an apartment with Jaemin but he was out for the night so he had the place to himself. To make use of this Jeno ordered a pizza, set up his gaming device in the living room and prepared for many hours of fun. About 2 and a half hours into his tournament the door went. Not the doorbell downstairs but someone knocking on his door and they were doing so frantically. Jeno was confused and a little worried until he looked through the peephole and saw who was standing there. "Y/n?" he asked opening the door.

You were Jaemin's twin sister but as you were born after him he always referred to you as his little sister. Being the same age the two of you were close and Jaemin never shut up talking about you! He loved you a lot and missed you like crazy when you moved away for university. You'd come back 6 months ago and Jaemin was thrilled...Jeno was pretty happy with you being around more too.

Jeno knew you from school. You were never interested in performing arts but went to a girls' school down the road from the school him and Jaemin went to. He obviously knew you as Jaemin's sister and always thought you were really pretty and cool. You were usually surrounded by friends but made sure to say hi to Jaemin and Jeno. Jeno remembered once, he saved the subway train for you when you were running late and you caught it just on time. You thanked him and it was the first time you'd looked at him directly in the eye. He thought you were pretty even back then and always had a crush on you...which apparently hadn't gone away since he'd become an idol.

"Hey" you said "can I come in?". You weren't slurring your words but Jeno could tell you'd been drinking and sensed something was up. "Yeah of course" he said and he noticed as he shut the door and locked it that you visibly relaxed and your usual smile returned. You were naturally a smiley jokey person and Jeno had never seen you genuinely sad or angry. You were also very confident and fun which Jeno of course had noticed. How couldn't he when a pretty girl started showing up and making him laugh and smile?

He'd never really seen you like this before and by that, Jeno meant in a dress. Sure you'd had a crappy skirt as part of your uniform when you were at school but that was years ago. Whenever you came over recently it was to have game tournaments with your brother Jaemin so you usually showed up in trackies and with your hair all scraped away from your face. But tonight you were in a dress and a tight pretty dress at that. Jeno couldn't help but stare as he never realised how toned your body was. You also had your hair and makeup done and just looked so pretty. Not for the first time, he wondered how you and Jaemin were twins. Jeno had always been fond of you but this was something else and he realised he'd never been alone with you before. The silence in the apartment seemed huge and he felt embarrassed just thinking about it.

"Is Jaemin here?" you asked and Jeno shook his head "he's gone out for the night". You sighed as he said that and looked down as if trying to work something out. "Are you okay?" he asked focusing on the matter at hand. You nodded "yeah I'm okay just this creepy guy wouldn't leave me alone and we weren't far from here so I told him I lived here and managed to get away from him and sneak in here just as one of your neighbours was coming out. It was very lucky". "What the fuck?" Jeno asked jumping up "is he still here?". "I don't know, he was knocking on the door downstairs asking me to let him in when I was coming upstairs...". Jeno swore again and grabbed his jumper. "What are you doing?" you asked and he shrugged "what does it look like? I'm going to go put some sense into that guy, harassing girls like that". "No don't!" you said nervously "I don't want him to hurt you". Jeno smiled "you think I'd lose?" Jeno asked, his pride a little hurt. "I don't know" you admitted "but even if he gets one punch on your face your stylist would be pissed" you said. You were a makeup artist for Hybe so it made sense you'd think of this but Jeno liked to think you genuinely didn't want him to get hurt. Jeno smiled again "then I won't let him get a shot on me". You still looked worried and Jeno sighed "fine I won't go" he said and again you visibly relaxed "you won't? Good! We're safe in here and if I just stay a little until he leaves..." when the buzzer went.

You both looked at it and waited for it to end but it just kept ringing. You shook your head "that's probably him". "There's no way that's him!" Jeno said and he pressed the call button. There was a two-way camera but your side was hidden and you were both standing around the doorbell screen when the image flashed up. "That's him" you said and Jeno shook his head and answered the call.

"Can I help you?" he asked in his most intimidating voice. The guy blinked and then with no shame asked "do you have a girl called Y/n up there? She said she way staying here". "yeah she's with me, I'm her boyfriend and why have you followed her home?" he asked. "I've not!" the guy said even though he literally had. "I just wanted to make sure she was safe, is she there? Not that I don't believe you I just want to make sure she's safe". "Yeah she's here" Jeno said and he gestured for you to come to him. You did and Jeno opened his arms. He rested one hand on your waist and pulled you close to his chest. He pressed the camera switch and glared "now you can see she's here, she's safe, she's more than happy so you can leave and if I ever see you near her again you're dead" and Jeno hung up.

You both stayed frozen for a few seconds after the screen went black and then you let out the breath you'd been holding. "Wow thank you" you said looking at Jeno and he shrugged "you're welcome, I'm glad you came here. You can always come here if there's anyone bothering you". You nodded "thanks Jeno" and he smiled "no problem". It was at that moment you both realised you were still standing together and you apologised as your hands were still resting on his chest. "Sorry!" you said "I didn't mean to feel your chest". Jeno chuckled slightly "It's fine, I grabbed you pretty suddenly too". "Yeah but it was nice" you said "I mean because it felt safe. To have your arms around me after being with the creep". Jeno nodded and ignored all the suggestions going around in his head because you were still Jaemin's sister. "No problem, if you ever need any more help with him just text me" he said. "I would but I don't have your number" you said with a smirk and Jeno smiled and gave you his phone "put it in and I'll go find you something to wear". "Wear?" you asked and he nodded "you're not going back out there while stalker Steve is out there. You can sleep in Jaemin's room" and he disappeared into his room.

You put your details into his phone and then wandered into your brother's room. Jeno appeared shortly after with a t-shirt and some shorts. "They might be a little big but I figured they'd do the job" he smiled "feel free to use the bathroom too. Anything on the side is fine and there are brand new toothbrushes under the sink if you want to brush your teeth". "I'm sorry but what boys' apartment has new toothbrushes already there for when you need a new one? Males can plan in advance?" you asked. "The good ones can" Jeno replied purposefully omitting it was Jaemin's idea after that one time they both binned theirs and the store was out of them for a week. You laughed and Jeno could feel your eyes on him as you toyed with the clothes he'd brought you. He wondered why you were watching him until he realised you probably wanted to get changed.

"So can I get you anything else?" he asked and you shook your head "thanks Jeno you've been amazing...definitely the favourite out of my brother's friends". "You mean I wasn't before?" he asked and you shook your head "no but that's only because Jaehyun exists". Jeno paused "oh you're into Jaehyun?". "What girl isn't?" you asked "with those big shoulders and cheekbones he's so sexy...but Jaehyun's never saved me from a stalker before so you definitely jump to first place". Jeno smiled "I'm so honoured. Are there any perks for first place?" before realising how they sounded. "You want a prize?" you asked and Jeno blinked "no I was only joking". You looked him up and down before nodding "hmm shame" and then turned and strode into the bathroom leaving Jeno staring after you.

Jeno's heart was beating rapidly and he didn't get how one word could make him so crazy. Jeno gathered all his things from the living room and retreated to his room. He felt all flustered around you so figured this would be safer. He heard you moving around as much as he tried to ignore it and eventually fell asleep an hour after you'd gone quiet.

The next morning Jeno woke up to hear a soft banging and recalling you were here, he jumped up worrying it was the stalker coming to bother you. He rushed into the kitchen to find you cooking at the stove. You looked super cute in his shorts and he stared at you from behind for a few seconds before he spoke "Y/n?" he called "what are you doing?". "Jeno!" you said happily and spun around to face him before pausing and it was then that Jeno realised he was topless. He slept shirtless and forgot to grab a shirt in his rush to make sure you were okay. He felt a blush form on his cheeks as you looked over him before smiling. You turned around as he rushed to get a shirt but as he went he heard you say "yeah Jaehyun who?" and that comment really made him happy.

Jeno returned fully clothed and tried this again. "Why are you cooking?" he asked. "I thought I'd make you breakfast as a thank you for rescuing me" you said and Jeno shook his head "you don't have to do that...but out of interest what did you make?" because it smelled really good. You smiled "go take a seat I'll bring it through now. You have perfect timing apparently".

You gestured to the balcony and Jeno saw you'd set the table casually but it was still way nicer than when he and Jaemin ever did. You appeared a minute later with two plates and passed Jeno one "here, from looking in your fridge I guessed you're a bacon fan?" you asked. You knew your brother didn't like it much so deduced the huge amount of bacon in there belonged to Jeno and were correct. "Very much so" Jeno said and looked anxiously at the bacon to see how you'd cooked it but was pleasantly surprised. "I like it this way too" you smiled seeing his expression and tumbled into the chair next to him. Jeno smiled to see your plate just as full as his and he couldn't help but admire how strong you looked. You clearly didn't subscribe to the idea women had to be super thin and fragile and he thought you looked glorious...so much so he actually forgot about his bacon and you had to remind him. "Well go on don't leave me in suspense, take a bite" you said and Jeno nodded "right" and took a big mouthful. You were staring at him, wide-eyed, and Jeno quickly swallowed and nodded "it's good" and you smiled pleased. The food actually was good but Jeno would've easily lied and eaten the whole thing because your smile was incredibly charming.

Jeno very much enjoyed his breakfast/time with you one-on-one and found it easier to talk to you by the end of it. He liked how there was still tension between the two of you but he could also talk to you and learned more about you. He'd always wanted to ask you questions but he never dared approach you when Jaemin was around and so you'd remained an elusive figure until now. He thought past schoolboy Jeno would be stunned to see future him sitting chatting to you and even managing to flirt a little. It was progress indeed.

After breakfast, the two of you did the washing and drying together and were just finishing up when the door opened and Jaemin entered. "Y/n!" he said seeing you and then he spotted you were in Jeno's clothes and paused. You could see the misunderstanding forming in Jaemin's eyes and decided to nip it in the bud. "So last night I had this stalker and Jeno got rid of him and let me stay over. How sweet is he?" you asked. Jaemin immediately relaxed and smiled at his friend "thanks Jeno and Y/n are you okay?". You nodded and explained things to Jaemin who was just as furious as Jeno. The two were debating how best to get the security footage to share with police and came up with multiple plans which made you smile.

You had to leave soon to get ready for work and Jaemin insisted on driving you home. After he'd arrived he'd steamrolled the conversation and your attention was on your brother. So Jeno retreated to his room after saying goodbye and was starting to plan his day when there was a knock at his door.

"Hey" you said appearing "I just wanted to tell you I'll take the clothes home and wash them so I haven't stolen them I'm just cleaning them". "You don't have to do that" Jeno rushed to say "I can do that, plus it's not like you're dirty or something". You smiled "I know but I figured I could drop them off sometime later in the week...it'd given me an excuse to come back and visit you" you said "unless you don't want that?". Jeno swallowed because you were definitely flirting with him! He heard Jaemin call your name asking if you were ready to go and you smiled "want me to leave them or take them?" you asked. "You can take them" Jeno said and your smile made his day.

Later that day at work Jeno still wasn't over what had happened and when Jaemin left he told the guys (minus Jaemin) everything. "It was weird" Jeno admitted "Y/n came over because she was having some problems but that's not the point. Things were supercharged between us and she was so flirty with me!". Jeno expected the guys to gasp at the idea of Jeno flirting with you but they didn't. "Oh yeah Y/n's flirted with me before" Mark said and some of the other guys said you had with which bothered Jeno. Not because he thought you had but because the guys didn't seem to get this was different. "Yeah she's a jokey person but this was more than that, she was so full on". "Yeah Y/n's like that" Haechan said and Jeno's frustration worsened as Mark began telling the story of the time he commented you looked good in red and now anytime you wore a red outfit you'd make a beeline for him. Jeno didn't like how Mark clearly thought you were into him and even though he'd only had one moment with you, he needed the guys to understand whatever they thought had happened was meaningless compared to his moment with you.

"No you don't get it this was beyond flirting this was really... physical" Jeno said "We were pressed up together and she didn't move away until she felt she had to and then the next morning when she saw me topless she totally checked me out. I think she wanted me!". The guys all looked at him and then Haechan started laughing "yeah right!". "Yeah are you sure this wasn't a dream you had about her?" Chenle asked. "Of course it wasn't a dream it really happened!" Jeno said. The guys however just kept teasing him and then when Jaemin appeared let the topic drop without any protest.

The guys all clearly thought this wasn't a big deal at all but Jeno couldn't drop it. He tried not to think about it because it was only one occasion but he couldn't help but pause every time Jaemin's phone went and kept asking Jaemin about his plans hoping they'd involve you. Slowly it did get slightly better...he stopped thinking about you as much and that's of course when you re-appeared.

Jeno was on tenterhooks wondering when you'd come over but finally, you texted him one day asking if you could meet him after work one day to give him his clothes back. Jeno immediately scrambled to work out a day that was best for you and suggested Friday which actually worked perfectly. You agreed to meet him in a cafe around the corner from his work and Jeno was nervous all day. He didn't tell Jaemin in case he thought it was weird or asked to come. He didn't tell the guys because he worried they'd tell Jaemin so he sweat in silence.

Of course to make things worse rehearsal overran and Jeno was stressed! They weren't allowed phones so he couldn't text you and he was so worried you'd think he'd stood you out. He took off running the second rehearsal was over and texted you he was on his way. He reached the cafe still out of breath and was relieved to see you still sat there. He rushed over to you and you looked up as he got close. "Y/n I'm so sorry I'm late, thank you for waiting. Rehearsal overran and I couldn't message you, I'm really so sorry". You smiled "Jeno it's fine, I figured that's where you were so I'm not mad. I get you can't just drop what you're doing when you're done. You didn't need to panic, I wasn't going to storm off if you were a little late. I know you're a nice guy and weren't blowing me off". "Oh..." Jeno said feeling surprised "thank you". You smiled "you're welcome, now do you need a drink? You look like you just ran here" and you paused when you saw Jeno's face "you ran here?". "I didn't want to keep you waiting" he shrugged and you smiled "well relax now, sit down and I'll go get you a drink". "Wait no let me pay for it" Jeno said but you just pushed him back into his chair "no, you need to get your blood pressure back to a normal level" and you walked away not giving Jeno time to argue. He watched you go and put his hands in his lap.

You placed a cold drink in front of Jeno minutes later and then took a seat across from him "so how has your day been? Apart from the last-minute stressing?". "It's been busy but good" Jeno said "we've been learning the choreography and that's my favourite part of any song". You smiled recalling he was a really good dancer "yeah that makes sense, you always were a really talented dancer". Jeno blushed "have you ever seen me dance?" and you paused. "I've seen you in music videos Jaemin showed me" you said "but never in person no. Why are you inviting me to your next rehearsal?". Jeno went pink at the thought and explained rehearsals weren't allowed guests. "Okay so a private performance then?" you asked and Jeno went even pinker so you smiled and told him you were joking. "Don't worry, I'm sure I'll see you dance live at one of your concerts someday". Jeno nodded "yeah we can get you tickets anytime you want to come along so just let me know". You nodded "I will do" and Jeno calmed down enough to return the question "so how's your day been?" You chatted more and Jeno fought out a lot more about your job. It was weird hearing you talk about Seventeen and it made him a little nervous to think you were around guys like Mingyu and Jun all day but you didn't seem interested in them like that...or so he hoped. You ended up staying in the cafe for a few hours and Jeno didn't even realise it had gone dark outside. He insisted on driving you home after last time and led you back into work where he'd left his car. On the way inside who called out to him but Jaehyun?

Jeno cursed because he really didn't want to have to introduce you but there was no avoiding it as Jaehyun called out his name. "Jeno? I thought that was you, what are you still doing here?" Jaehyun asked. "Oh I went out after work and I'm just coming back for my car" Jeno explained and Jaehyun nodded and looked at you. "Hi" he smiled "I'm Jaehyun, I work with Jeno". You smiled "nice to meet you I'm Y/n, I'm a fan of your music". Jeahyun smiled "thank you that's really sweet to hear. Are you an idol too?" he asked unsure as he looked at you and Jeno didn't blame him. You were a stylist and definitely cool enough to be one. You shook your head but seemed pleased with the compliment "no I work for Hybe, I'm a makeup artist". "Ahh that explains it" Jaehyun said and your smile grew. Jeno felt very awkward and wasn't sure what to do to stop you and Jaehyun. He was sure this was his shot with you over but then you spoke. "Yeah I thought of applying here but none of you guys seem to need makeup at all. I saw Jeno without it the other morning and had to do a double-take he looked so good. You all just have perfect faces or something". Jaehyun smiled "well I can personally testify I don't but yeah Jeno does". Jeno blushed as you both looked at him and tried to say he didn't but you didn't let him.

After teasing him for a bit, you went your separate ways and Jeno led you to his car. Jeno's heart was still beating rapidly from your compliment and the implication you'd seen him without makeup in the morning. It was like you were leading Jaehyun to believe the two of you were a thing. Jeno felt better for the interaction now and the smile Jaehyun shot him as you walked away made him confident Jaehyun thought you were together and Jeno liked that thought.

He liked it very much.

"Today was fun" you said in the car and Jeno nodded "yeah it really was!". "Maybe we should hang out again?" you asked and Jeno's throat went dry at the thought but he must've looked okay with the idea because you kept going. "You're into gaming right? Maybe we could hang out and do that sometime?" you asked unbuckling your seatbelt as you reached your house. Jeno nodded "I'd love that!" and you smiled. "Great, I'll text you" and you hopped out of the car. "Bye Jeno!" and with a gorgeous smile you walked away.

Jeno felt like all his high school dreams were coming true and he couldn't wait for what the upcoming week would bring.

He knew if you were there, he'd be happy.

That's part 1 of my first Jeno series! I discovered NCT-Dream quite late but liked Jeno from the start. I think he's stunning and like his tough but shy personality.

This will be a four-part series and I will link other parts at the top of this page.

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[aesymilacja]

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[majestichyuk]

Sweet spot

Pairing :- Masseur!Jaemin x fem!reader

Summary :- After much convincing, maybe not at your own will, you finally agreed to get that much-needed massage, Thank you Seungkwan. 

Genre :- Smut (because I’m nice like that), fluff if you squint (you'll definitely see it), coworker Seungkwan, strangers to potential lovers. 

Wc :-  3.7K 

WARNING :- Reader has a nipple piercing (cause she, YOU are freaky like that.), teasing, dirty talk, Buff Jaemin, yes that is a warning, Jaemin loves the booty (you shouldn’t be surprised) so ass is being ATE just a lil lick is all, Jaemin is a pussy fiend. Female receiving, oral, cum eating, sexual tension. (I think that’s all ), sry for mistakes if there is any.

NOTES :- This here lady sluts and gentle whores is my first half smut that was in the making. I spent an hour and a half working on it, so I’ll check this off as the 4th story I’ve successfully completed 🎉 kudos to me. I hope you enjoy it and if you do comment and if you don't and think I could improve something still comment or message me anonymously, cause critique can lead to my improvement but being bitchy will get you nowhere, ANYWAYS, LIKE, REBLOG & FOLLOW. 

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“Why don’t you just come with me to the spa on Saturday, huh y/n?” Your best friend/coworker, begged you as he grabbed your arm, tugging you lightly.

“Do I look like I have time to go to a spa?” You licked the tip of your finger as you skimmed through the documents that your lazy boss rudely dropped on your desk, without uttering as much as a please.

“And plus, Saturdays are clean-up days, my cousin is a lazy fuck and I have to suffer from it,” You itch the crown of your head, slightly groaning realizing you might have to do an all-nighter once again on a Friday evening with the load of work in front of you. 

“Why don’t I take some of these with me,” Seungkwan lightly squeezed your hands as he took up about 60% of your work from your desk. 

“That way you can have a good night's sleep, while I plan our day out tomorrow,” Seungkwan squealed as he imagined finally getting to pamper you but you had to rain on his parade.

“No” You took the papers from him and placed them in your folder.

“No?” He looked at you in disbelief.

“I didn’t stutter, I won’t burden my work on you, it’s fine,” You reassured him.

“But you didn’t put your work on me, I volunteered,” He snatched your folder and took out the papers he had before, getting up from his seat and placing them in his briefcase.

“And I don’t want to hear any more nonsense about you doing all the work at the house when your cousin is a grown MAN,” Seungkwan picked up his suit jacket and swiftly put it on.

“Ah Kwannie, It’s really not a big deal– okay…” You stopped uttering a word when he hit you with that stare, a stare only a child of a strict and overprotective mother would understand, it was bone-chilling really.

“Good, I’ll text you the details so make sure you fix yourself up nice and be punctual,” Seungkwan placed his polyester scarf around his neck and ray-ban his glasses on (yes he wears ray-bans shut up). 

“Go home, finish off the work, do whatever you do at night, that ritual of yours whatever, and sleep well, sleep early,” Seungkwan pulled you up from your seat and pulled you into a hug.

“You sure you don’t like girls, I’m just saying if you’d allow me to slap on a strap I’d make a heck of a guy,” Seungkwan pushed you off and picked up his phone, giving you a side glance.

“Girl if you don’t go home, goodbye.” He laughed richly as he walked out, leaving the office. You followed the same routine minutes later and headed home. 

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Seungkwan ended up sending you the website for the Spa he had been rambling about for weeks on end as soon as you stepped into the door of your house. You decided to check it out after completing your office work and getting ready for bed.

After an hour and a half, you flopped into your bed, finally getting to relax. You checked the time, normally you’d finish work around late 11 but now it was around 8:35p.m, thanks to Seungkwan that was your earliest, EVER. You did a light prayer for him because he’s an angel.

You covered yourself with your sheet and opened your and Seungkwan's messages where he sent the link, you exchanged words with him before you clicked the link. 

He told you he already made the reservation on your behalf and because he was close friends with a guy named Wonwoo there, he was able to get a discount. He told you your first appointment would be a massage done by some woman named Na Jaemin, it should be an easy name to remember because before you started working in your current job you were a daycare teacher and there was the cute little girl whose name was IM Jaemin, oh was she a menace.

The website just showed all the available procedures, the cost, and the exaggerated descriptions of the long-lasting after-effects of the excellent experience. You turned your phone off, turned it over, and went to sleep.

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Loud, obnoxious snores were coming from your room, your cousin slowly opened your door, peeping inside to check to see if you were okay, living, and not choking to death.

He walked up to your bed and pinched your lips shut. “You need to change your settings on that noise that you’re making,” He looked at you in disgust, shaking his head, and watched as you stopped breathing and shot up from your sleep in a sitting position, knocking him on his ass on the floor. 

“CHENLE WHAT THE FUCK?!” If looks could kill you’d have a red dot aimed at your forehead right now. Chenle got up and dusted himself off.

“You do know I could hear you snoring all the way across the hall?” He used his thumb and pointed outside your door, You rolled your eyes and checked your phone.

“Oh fuck!” You jumped out of bed, shoving Chenle out of the way, he landed on your bed and flopped on the floor as you grabbed your towel and rushed into the bathroom. 

“YOU’RE WELCOME YOU MIX-BREED ASSHOLE!” Chenle shouted as he stormed behind you.

“CLEAN MY HOUSE YOU OBNOXIOUS PIECE OF SHIT!,” You replied as you slammed the bathroom door, minutes later you heard his bedroom slam as well, and you rolled your eyes.

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“Don’t look at me like that,” You sulk as you look away from Seughkwan. So you woke up late and got there late and when you arrived you were met with a disappointed Boo Seughkwan, arms crossed, legs over one another as he sat outside of the Spa company in the few seats placed outside, looking at you blankly.

“I have every right to jump you in this very moment–..but I’m not going to because I have a reputation to obtain here,” He got up and walked inside, with you following behind.

“Just know I would never go down without a fight, there’s only one of us who actually took boxing classes,” You raised your brow at him as he flicked your forehead and told you to keep quiet as he spoke to the receptionist.

You purse your lips as you look around the establishment, It has a cozy feel. The decor is so homely with some pictures of the employees that work here placed up on the wall, warm colors decorated the place as it was spotless you could almost see yourself on the tiled floors. 

The receptionist lady asked you about your information and told you to wait in the available room on the second floor. 

“Enjoy your massage babe,” Seungkwan says as he quickly places your hair in a bun (If you imagined your hair up, unimagine it, 💀 boo put it up for you). 

“I heard he’s amazing at his job AND he was highly recommended when I filled out the server on your behalf,” You froze after registering his words.

“He’s?Him?He?” You side glanced at him. “Why didn’t you feel the need to mention a dude is gonna be feeling me up Mr. Boo?” You forced a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

“Get me a masseuse Seungkwan,” 

“Y/N-”

“Get me a masseuse Seungkw-,” Seungkwan used his index and thumb to pinch your lips together. (Justice for y/n’s lips in the chat)

“I love you Y/N, I do, but last time I checked I paid for this shit, and you are going to enjoy every last minute of it, Okay?” Seungkwan asked.

“Fine,” You say with a smile that transforms into a dirty look. “This better be the most mind-blowing and toe-curling experience I’ve ever had.”

“And it would be the only and first experience you ever had,” Seungkwan mumbled as he walked to the elevator after signing some papers. 

“What’d you say,” You questioned.

“Nothing,” He laughed as he pinched your cheeks while calling you all sorts of baby names.

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You entered the designated room on the second floor, wiped your palm on your shirt, and nervously opened the door. You see a little walk-in closet on the right side of the room with a curtain placed to divide the areas.  You see there are a couple of hangers and a table with some towels placed beside it. You took off your shirt and placed it on one of the hangers, you quickly took off your bra and put on the towel provided. Thirdly it was your pants until you heard the door open. 

“Good evening, Miss L/N, I’ll be your masseur for this session,” You froze as you peeped through the curtains to put a face to that alluring voice and you almost wished you had convinced your best friend a little more about switching. 

“Um Hi, I’ll be out in a minute,” You quickly responded as you disappeared behind the curtains again. 

“You can leave on your underwear if that would make you more comfortable,” Jaemin assured you as he went to set up the room. He started lighting some candles to set a relaxing mood. The whole room was filled with the soft scent of lavender and a hint of sweet orange that was rich in limonene. 

You folded your pants and kept on your panty as suggested by the masseur. You walked out of the room and set your eyes upon the gorgeous man in question. He was muscular-looking, even in the scrubs he wore. He looked up at you from his place on the floor when he was searching for the oil that happened to be at the bottom back part of the drawer.

“Well you requested a full body massage and I’ll try my best to fulfill your desired needs,” Jaemin softly grinned at you and motioned for you to take a seat on the massage table, you’ll remember to put salt in Seungkwan’s coffee on Monday. 

“Thank you,” You found it hard to really say anything, his stare was quite intimidating even though his smile gave you butterflies that just made your heart swell.

He turned his back to you so you took the opportunity to discard your towel and lay on the table. You laid on your back and placed the towel on top of you. Jaemin turned around with his oil in hand, smiling down at you.

“Well all you have to do for me is relax,” Jaemin said, the tone of his voice, giving you goosebumps.

“Okay,” You replied softly as you relaxed your body and closed your eyes, taking the aroma of the atmosphere and bringing your body to ease. 

Jaemin adjusted your towel to your mid-thigh, the tip of his fingers lightly brushing your skin, he then moved upwards and brought the top of your towel to the midsection of your breast. 

He began his work on your shoulders. He delicately kneaded the area, softly caressing all the knots you have in your neck, gently tracing under your jaw with his thumbs. It felt divine, no man had ever touched you with such thoughtfulness and you’re hoping he’s not the last.

Jaemin moved his hands slowly down your arms, gingerly squeezing the tight muscles as he steadily brought them back up, repeating the process as you felt sleep creeping up on you, Jaemin came back up to your cleavage.

“Would you mind if I removed the top of the towel?” Jaemin asked as he was still above you, looking up at him and seeing him upside down was a little odd but he still for some odd reason looked good.

“Is it mandatory for the massage?” You asked and that made Jaemin smile at you.

“Well, of course, I only deliver the best, and I may even give you a special massage,” Jaemin smiled down at you again, but the smile was different, his eyes seemed to be telling a whole other story, his hands brush the top of your chest, you mutter a quiet okay and closed your eyes once again, letting the cozy environment take over. 

“Good, it’s okay, I’ll take good care of you,” He said in such a deep tone, way different from the customer service one he used when he first greeted you, you wondered if it was because he was just comfortable as it’s his natural forte. 

He reached over you and moved the towel under your breast, now at the navel of your stomach, he placed it quite low but you didn’t mind. Jaemin released a slightly strained exhale as he pursed his lips and poured some of the oil into his brawny hands. His eyes fell on your nipples, customized in a barbell designed with a crystal, rhinestone, clear zircon, and a beautiful set of pink gems. 

He firmly positioned his hands at the side of your breast, gently caressing the fat. He cupped it and massaged under the flesh as he slowly brought his hand up and faintly grazed your nipple. You let out a surprised gasp not expecting to be so sensitive. Jaemin looked down at you, examining your face, and noticed your mouth was slightly ajar due to the sound you let out earlier. From this angle he had the perfect chance to just shove his twitching dick down your throat, he bet it’s warm like the way your body is heating up right now but he brushed it off and continued his work on your chest.

He squeezed the flesh and watched as you hurried to bite your bottom lip, Jaemin thought it was time he went to another part of your body. He made his way to your lower body, he noticed you had on your underwear.

“Would it be okay if I asked you to remove the towel completely? since you have on your undergarments,” Jaemin asked you as he clasped his hands behind his back, staring you down deeply with a sweet smile. You nodded your head, and you gazed down at yourself, seeing your nipples stand up tall and proud, you genuinely felt way more relaxed than when you first came here. 

“Wonderful, I enjoy giving pleasure to others who look like they haven’t had a good rest day,” Jaemin discarded the towel away from your body and placed it on the table beside him.

You smiled, you couldn’t conceal it, he was a sweet talker. You begin to shut your eyes and Jaemin starts to rub on your feet, you let out a soft groan, you are on your feet the majority of the time at work so this feels like heaven. He inches up your leg and starts kneading different areas, after some time he asks if you could turn over.

Jaemin has always been a man with excellent self-control but he guesses there’s a first for everything. You turned over on your stomach and Jaemin took that as a sign to take a breather, he looked down at himself and noticed his problem. At this point, he doesn’t know how long he’ll be able to hold it. He gripped himself and let out a soft sigh as he looked down at you, he furrowed his brows as he approached the table once again, contemplating if he should start with the top or lower half first.

Jaemin made up his mind as he poured some oil on your smooth back, you had laid your head on your forearm. Jaemin tenderly massaged your back, working out all sorts of sounds from you, because he’s just that good with his hands. 

He finished off with your back and moved to your legs, caressing your soft thighs, eyes settling on the slight jiggle of your plump ass. He looked up at you and delicately spread your legs apart a little as he moved his way to your inner thighs. He observes the way your pussy lips struggle to stay concealed in your baby blue panties, Jaemin bites down on his tongue and took a deep exhale, swallowing down thick as he sees some wetness forming on your underwear, Jaemin continues his task as he boldly inches closer to your prized possession. 

You started to squirm, feeling slightly bothered, needy even. You innocently lifted your hips off the table, trying to get some friction and squeeze your thighs together but Jaemin kept them open. 

“I thought I told you to relax, If you behave I can easily give you what you want,” Somehow you can hear Jaemin like he was right by your ears and he was, he stood beside you, roughly rubbing the fat muscle of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart and watching them jiggle back in their place. 

“Will you look at that,” Jaemin whispers as he takes the bottle of oils and pours some of it over your ass. Jaemin went back to the foot of the table and climbed between your legs.

“What are you doing, Jaemin?” You softly questioned Jaemin as you felt the cushion on the massage table dip under you. 

“I’m just trying to get a better position so I can give you an amazing happy ending, love” That tone, he used again but this time it was more sultry and lust-filled, you could almost see the smirk on his face, you have a feeling you know where this is headed and you’re all on board with playing along, note to self buy Seungkwan dinner after you put salt in his coffee. 

“Okay, I hope this all was worth the hassle,” You replied knowing damn well it was.

Jaemin bit his lips as he kneaded your ass, he used his knees to spread your legs apart more. He laid on his stomach, inched closer, rubbed his nose on the line of your panty, bit the fat of your ass, and grazed his thumb over your asshole. He dipped his head and licked the outside of your underwear, softly biting your inner thigh.

Your moans began to increase the more he teased you, as if he could read minds he turned you over, wanting to see your face. 

“Would you like me to continue?” Jaemin lips started to rise on one side, giving you a teasing smile.

You blushed at his bluntness, “Eat me out Jaemin,”.

Jaemin leaned forward and pulled you by the back of your neck into a rough and sloppy kiss, honestly the best you’ve had. He gently sucked on your tongue and pulled at your hard nipple. 

“So fucking sexy,” Jaemin said as he gave you a once over before spreading your legs and giving them for you to hold, he run his hands on the back of your thigh as he examines every inch of you spread out in front of him. 

He hooked a finger under your panties and pulled them to the side. You let out a quiet moan as the cold air hit your wet pussy. He pushed your legs back even more so you hooked them behind your head.

“Look at this pretty pussy, so fucking wet,” Jaemin ran his finger around your lips and brought his finger to his mouth, humming about how sweet you tasted. He dipped his head and took a long swipe with his thick tongue.

“Oh fuck,” You let out a relief sign after finally getting some attention, you looked down at Jaemin sucking on your swollen clit that was painfully neglected in months. His head bobbed up and down as he took slow and sensual slurps, making your toes curl and breath hitch.

You started to rock your hip but Jaemin placed his heavy hands on your ass to hold you down, he dipped his head lower and poked his tongue on your asshole, fighting his way in. 

“Maybe I’ll have to prep you another time,” Jaemin smirks as makes his way to your gaping hole, sticking his long tongue, and forcing a strained moan out of you. He looked up at you, feeling himself grow even harder if that’s possible, absolutely falling in love with the way he has you a putty just from his tongue, the way you just look so sexy to him like this, pussy all red and angry, juices dripping from his chin, the way you bite your lips to conceal your sexy whimpers. 

He groped your breast and brought his attention back to your clit, switching between licking and sucking, completely abusing it. You reached your hand to his head to keep him in position.

“Oh don’t fuckin stop- oh my fucking– shit Jaemin..” You laid your head to the side, one eye clenching as your toe curled for dare life. Jaemin bore his face deeper into your soaking pussy, placing his tongue back inside as his nose rubbed your clit, sending you into cloud nine. He removed his face and quickly replaced it with his skilled hand, he placed his fingers on your clit and started swiping vigorously. 

You felt your stomach suck in as you started twitching, you felt like a bucket of water was thrown over you and you woke up from a dream you’d do anything to get back to. 

“Yes, look at that, wanna give me more,” Jaemin watched as you completely drenched his arm when you squirted, something you didn’t know you could do until today. He sucked up every last drop causing you overstimulation. 

You removed your legs and grabbed his face, bringing him into a passionate kiss. He placed his forehead on yours smiling embarrassingly.

“You definitely have to be my soulmate if you were able to make me come in my pants without touching me,” Jaemin said with a light chuckle. 

“I can do that, If you take me out on a date?, we can split the bill since I suggested,” You looked Jaemin deep into his eyes and he blushed slightly.

“I like that idea, but I’ll pay for the bill,” He kissed your lips before getting up from the table.

You both cleaned up and of course exchanged contacts, and it was history from there. 

Thank you Seungkwan.

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[imnotjaesblog]

🎀Pretty Pink Lips 🎀

Sum short because I love Jaemin.

Warnings: None.

Fluffy, very Fluffy. Suggestive at the end.

Minors do not read!

Words: 600

He chuckled eyelashes dusting his cheeks for a brief moment. You pulled your hand back unable to hold back your giggles blush brush still in your hand. His laughter died down and he finally remained still. You brought the brush back to his cheeks patting the light pink color into his skin.

“If you don’t stop I’ll put bows in your hair,” you teased holding the brush back. Jaemin chuckled unable to wipe the smile from his pink lips. “I wouldn’t mind,” he said softly.

You were inches from his face. He let his eyes close finding it difficult to look at your face. Earlier when you had applied the mascara to his lashes he couldn’t help but in every pause of a moment look at you.

And not just look into your eyes and gaze at the small twinkle but look at you. Every inch of your face. You hadn’t realized it yet but when Jaemin looked at you his gaze was so intense it was like he could see your soul.

You had caught him starring just now punching his shoulder lightly to get his attention which made the two of you laugh. His head fell back and he almost lost balance but you caught him.

Jaemin never questioned the relationship you two had. Happy to remain by your side as your friend even if that meant supporting the other men you brought into your lives. Since the two of you met he had been there for your heartaches and collected your tears in his t-shirts. He was happy to be your best friend.

But with you sitting on your bed and in between his legs he felt the question burning up inside him. You were so close to him. He could smell the faint smell of your perfume. At certain points even you moved even closer to his face he could hear your steady breaths.

He smiled with his eyes still shut thinking of you and what would happened if he just opened his eyes and asked you that question.

You patted his shoulder. “You don’t have to close your eyes anymore. That was just for the eye stuff,” you said with a smile. Jaemin gently lifted his lashes from his cheeks. Eyes peeling open and looking deeply into yours.

There was that look again. You thought. You ignored it picking up a baby pink lipgloss. You opened the tupe showing him with your own to part his lips. Jaemin always had pretty lips. Naturally pink and plumped the gloss did nothing but enhance the beauty of his lips. You showed him again with your own to rub them together. He did.

He waited for you to do something else. He liked when you practice makeup on him. It made you happy and it gave him an excuse to be so close to you.

Unfortunately that would be the last step of your routine. But there it was again. He was looking deeply into your eyes. You gently pushed his chest. “Why are you starring at me?” You asked him. His eyes slightly heavy and mind clouded with your sweet perfume shook his head. “I don’t know,” he responded.

Trapped in a daze he still knew deep down you didn’t understand his feelings for you. You didn’t understand because you didn’t feel the same. So he thought.

You chuckled going to move away from him but the hand that pushed you up accidentally slipped on a loose mascara tupe. You feel forward onto his chest. The two of you chuckled so the shared laughter dying down when you realized how close you were to him. Your head resting on his firm chest. You could feel the warmth through his t-shirt. Your hand pressed against his skin feeling the curves of his stomach.

Jaemin gasped out a low chuckle. But you hadn’t laughed. Instead you gently pushed him back crawling up his chest. You placed your hand behind his neck fingers laced in his brown hair. Confused but refusing to protest your actions he rested on your pillow hands firmly placed at your waist.

“Y/n what are you doing?” He asked. “I see the way you look at me. I look at you that way to, accept I guess you never noticed,” you said with a flash between his lips and eyes.

“Really?” He asked genuinely surprised. It still didn’t answer his question but he couldn’t be to upset he never asked it. You nodded. “Accept while you were always looking at my eyes. I was looking at your lips,” you said hovering of his mouth before your lips met his. He pulled you close to him your chest laying in top of his.

You released from his mouth panting of his lips. Him doing the same. You smirked.

“Now so me what else those lips can do,” you said Just above a whisper looking deeply into his eyes flicking down to his pink glossy lips. The same gloss you could taste on your tongue remained smudged all over his lips.

I love him 🤧

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[radiolvr]

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　내 눈에 비친 너무 눈부신 ♡

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[luvilele]

THIS IS FOREVER 🗣 # % ! @ 📂⏰📦

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[oswald-web]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ             don't repost

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[markicantwait]

Some nct dream photos in Mexico 🥰 so glad I could see them live. I'm so in love

I have more pictures! I'll share it with you guys later jsjs

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[rosyrs]

늘 같은 시간 같은 자리 언제나 함께였던 우리가 용기가 없어 전하지 못했던 말 이거 하나만 잊지 마 (하고 싶었던 말) 아주 먼 어느 밤 너를 위로할 별 하나 아마 나일 거야

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[yojeongin]

DON’T BLAME THE LOVECATS — 11: JUVENTU’S JUNGWOO

→neighbor!jaemin x neighbor f!reader

genre: social media au, neighbors au, fluff, angst, enemies to friends to lovers, humor

an: jungwoo juventus player and we’ll pretend dybala never left the team. just like we’ll pretend gio prospered in barca, messi along ney didn’t leave, and that rafa is still playing 🤗 for my sake we’ll also pretend chicha remains in man united and kuni never retired and went to barca, I want him with juli. I think this might be one of the few fics where I’m trying to avoid real events lol

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[yutafrita]

To Pierce the White Eye- TWO

Preview / One / Two / Three / Four / Fin.

Pairing: Psychic!Jaemin x Reader (She/ her)

Genre: Fantasy, Thriller, soulmates au, angst

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, mentions of catastrophic deadly events

Word Count: 4.9K

Work is inspired by/ based on blue exorcist & vampire knight.

You stretched out, your fists knocking the old headboard. You squint your eyes open, the sunlight seeping in through the thin curtains in Kun and Jungwoo’s spare bedroom. You were grateful that they didn’t have anyone rent the room out this semester, as it allowed you to crash there for the night. Well, you and-

You craned your neck slowly, your eyes widening as you saw Jaemin’s sleeping figure on the bed next to you. His chest rose and fell evenly, in such a deep slumber you almost felt bad for wanting to wake him up.

You were both miserably tired the night before. You got lucky that Jungwoo was up late enough to answer your phone call, and even more lucky that he didn’t ask any additional questions when you mentioned another friend of yours would be there too. The thought of returning to your dorm when Mark, Johnny, and Ten would ask a million questions made you sick- but you also couldn’t stand the thought of being alone.

You needed to leave though, before Kun and Jungwoo woke up and really started digging into you two. You reached a hand across the bed, your hand brushing against Jaemin’s shoulder when your eyesight went white and you collapsed back onto the bed, out cold.

*****

You were in a white room with screens playing all along the circular walls. Confused, you looked down, making eye contact with Jaemin, who laid on the floor on his back, arms tucked under his head.

“Where the fuck am I?” you whimpered, holding yourself and spinning as you looked at all of the screens that made their way to the top of the dome you two somehow found yourselves in. 

“Oh, it’s a defense mechanism psychics have. It used to be for when people would try to kill us in our sleep. They would be knocked out and sent to where we psychics go when we sleep,” he explained casually, turning his attention back to looking at the screens. You looked closer, seeing clips of different people, some more grainy than others.

“You’re seeing futures even as you sleep?” you asked, your arms going slack at your side.

“Yeah, just because I’m sleeping doesn’t mean time stops,” he shrugged.

“That’s exhausting.”

“Existence is exhausting,” Jaemin corrected. 

You gulped, swallowing your anxiety. You stepped forward, your feet echoing in the space as you focused on one of Jaemin’s visions- one of Mark, your father, and Yuta. The vision was grainy, but you were able to at least make out these three figures for sure- not so much the space they were in. You could tell the conversation was engaging and vibrant by the hand gestures your brother used when he got excited. 

The screen next to it was much less grainy, but also much less full of energy. Jaemin sat in the spot Yuta was- in the middle of the couch in your family home with Mark to his side. Your Dad sat off to the side, and you could make out his furrowed brow pointed at the psychic in your home. While there was no sound you could gather from the first video, in this one however, there was a faint broken style of speaking coming through the screen. 

“... makes… me smile,” Jaemin’s scrambled voice came through.

“... I’m glad,” your father’s voice was crystal clear- it was as if he too was in Jaemin’s head. The image suddenly cleared and you were able to perfectly make out every part of the screen, and hear the low conversation all three were having together.

“Hey guys!” this voice made you jump, and then the screen went black. It was your voice, you realized.

“I thought you said you couldn’t see me,” you turned back around, seeing that Jaemin now sat up at the center of the room, his eyes trained on you.

“The screen went black, you weren’t there,” he sighed, standing up. “So it’s time to wake up?”

You blinked quickly, reminding yourself as to why you were there in the first place. “Y-yeah.”

******

It had been a week since your stay at Kun and Jungwoo’s. The Vatican arrived at Knight’s Cross on extremely short notice, reinforcing the demon barriers to make sure nothing else would pop up. You had also managed to beg Kun and Jungwoo to not mention to Mark that Jaemin was there after promising that you would take them to dinner at any place of their choice. 

The night library was in the same fenced off area where the night dorms were- a single large building stuffed with books that were hundreds and thousands of years old. Despite this there was no librarian- so you sat quietly in the corner with a sticky note of questions and several books cracked open on your single table.

What caused the blue night?

The first question was the one you knew would be the hardest one to find an answer, that is if there even was one. Jaemin explained already that the demons gained possession, but the reason behind it was still unanswered to you.

More info on oligarchy?

It wasn’t so much a question as just a want to better understand. You didn’t want to bother Ten or Jaemin, and you felt embarrassed about not knowing it already. You wanted to better understand the world you were sworn to help, and you wanted to better understand Jaemin.

Jaemin.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to get the psychic out of your mind. Thankfully, it seemed that no night students went into their own library often, so you were able to get some peace for a bit as you did your research.

In order to properly rule the mythic world after the treaty of 202 AD, it was agreed that there would be a changing monarchy, hereby dubbed the oligarchy. It would comprise no less than five families and no more than ten that will change off its ruler to someone new within them every 750 years or until the current ruler dies. There can be no more than two of the same species in the oligarchy. 

The order shall proceed as follows with the founding oligarchy families and their respective species: Faerie Lee’s, Vampire Nakamoto’s, Shifter Kim’s, Vampire Lee’s, and Psychic Na’s.

You scribbled down the names of the families, your eyebrows raising in surprise to see that Ten’s family was here.

“Hm, the Oligarchy history book,” this voice immediately called your eyes up and you froze. The crowned prince smiled awkwardly, gesturing to the open seat, “mind if I take a seat?”

“Yeah… is this book, like, common or something?” you asked as he now sat across from you. He set a few books down on the table, thinking for a moment before he nodded.

“We get taught using that book in like the sixth grade. What is it you're looking for? It’s likely that the version you have is out of date,” he offered, making it obvious that he too was trying to prod at your business.

“Well, I think I should have some background on the mythic government and affairs,” you offered.

“Interesting that your father didn’t teach you about the oligarchy.”

“I’m an adult- I can figure things out without my Dad.”

“I’m an adult too, and there’s still somethings I can’t quite piece together on my own, like-,” Yuta studied your blank expression before he continued, “why did Jaemin reek of you the other morning after he snuck out?”

Your face fully paled, and you knew the vampire could hear your heart jump into your throat, “it’s not what you-.”

He started laughing, cutting you off as his laughter echoed throughout the space of the library.

“The only other person who could tell is Ten- your secret is safe with me,” Yuta winked, and you furrowed your brow fully ready to defend yourself until a breeze whipped past you. You saw the small sticky note you wrote your questions on now in Yuta’s hand.

He whistled, “that first one is a heavy question.”

“Is there a heavy answer?”

“Shit, if I knew…” a smile passed his face before he pushed it away, swallowing loudly before shaking his head, “we don’t know why all of those demons possessed and killed so many mythics.”

“There has to be a reason. Demons can’t just… climb to the surface without any help and any purpose… I think,” you muttered, your pencil tapping the table as you thought it all over. Yuta folded the sticky note, setting it on the book in front of you.

“The blue night changed everything for us. It… took my big brother’s life,” he whispered at the end, you sat up in full attention. “Right now, the ruler of the mythics is the Queen- she’s a Faerie Lee,” he pointed at the name on your textbook, his finger then dragging to the name that followed, “after them, it falls onto the oldest child of the Vampire Nakamoto’s. It was meant to be my brother in every way, but that night… that night took his life.”

“And subsequently gave you the burden of being the future ruler,” you finished, your voice hushed. Yuta sighed, nodding as you began to understand this world. “I’m sorry you lost your brother, Yuta.”

“It’s okay, all I can do is try to make him proud.”

“I’m sure you will,” you affirmed, and he smiled in response. Shortly afterwards, you made the trek to the main building of the University, greeting the person you sat next to in your lecture that day.

“Did you do the homework, Sicheng?” you asked, taking the packet out from your backpack.

“Of course I did. It did take me ages, though,” Sicheng groaned, taking it out from his bag too. Sicheng was more Mark and Jungwoo’s friend than anything, but since this was your second class together, you had gotten more friendly over time. “Maybe one of these days Kun will give us the answers,” he joked.

“I tried, he just tells me to go to his tutoring sessions,” you pouted, seeing your friend at his usual spot at the front of the class. Kun was the TA for the course, so between juggling his Master’s Classes, he was also helping in teaching classrooms of confused students.

“Dang, I guess that means we’ll have to actually learn,” Sicheng tucked his hands behind his head, leaning back on his chair.

“You act like you don’t have a perfect grade in this class,” you scoffed. Sicheng graduated top of your class in high school- it was why everyone was so surprised when he simply elected to go to the closest university despite everyone knowing he got into far more prestigious schools.

“Hm, you’re right,” he was smug, laughing to himself. Class started soon thereafter, Kun collecting the homework and occasionally sharing glances with you two throughout the professor's lecture. The professor spoke in long drones, making it hard to focus, but all you could do was try your best, and hope that the mythics wouldn’t cloud your mind for too long.

“Do you have any plans after class?” you asked Sicheng as you began to pack up.

“Hm, probably just studying and trying to knock out this assignment, you?”

“I have my international studies class, sadly.”

“Oh boy, I took that one last semester. Good luck! I’ll see you next week.”

You omitted the truth a bit when speaking to Sicheng. After International Studies, you and Mark calmly checked the classrooms, noticing that the other had gotten more jumpy with the recent demon attack.

“Kun, Jungwoo, and I will meet you outside of the gate,” you reminded Mark after class. It was time for you to pay up, and the duo somehow found a place open 24 hours not too far out of town.

“Sounds good, see you then!” 

While you were going out for a late night bite with friends, Jaemin was holed up in his dorm room with Hendery. The poor shapeshifter had been doing his best to help Jaemin mask any trace of you, but it was still a discussion everyone was having. It was strange for Jaemin to be around anyone that wasn’t his one close companion, let alone to be reeked in the smell of a human.

“Doyoung thinks it might be her,” Hendery admitted. Jaemin was perched on his bed, staring up at the ceiling as his assignments crowded the night stand next to him. Hendery was at his desk chair on the far side of the room, waiting patiently for the psychic to have any sort of response. Jaemin knew Doyoung gave Hendery hell trying to press Hendery to see if his theory was right, and Jaemin hated Doyoung for it.

“Doyoung is a bastard,” Jaemin huffed. 

“Yeah, but he’s-.”

“The only shifter to have mastered all twelve forms. I know.”

Hendery sighed at Jaemin’s response, and Jaemin sat up in his bed. Quietly, Jaemin began thinking over the other person who was being pressed these past few days, and his left eye blew out on a grainy vision.

Ten, was on his phone in his dorm with Johnny, but Jaemin couldn’t make out much else.

Jaemin has been frustrated with not being able to see your future as he was always able to. He had taken to looking at the future of your friends to help him get a better gauge, but even that has proven to be difficult. 

Jaemin’s eyesight returned, and he stood up, leaving his room and ignoring the small, abnormal groupings of people outside of his room. He maneuvered down the hall, and knocked on the room that Johnny and Ten shared with Shotaro. 

Johnny opened the door, raising an eyebrow as Jaemin slinked under his arm and into the room, narrowly avoiding the faeries exposed wings. 

“It’s been a week and you still smell of her,” Ten greeted, not looking up from his phone as Jaemin stood next to the vampire's bed. 

“What is the smell even like?” Jaemin vocalized, the question slipping out.

“Ash and oak,” Johnny answered, now standing next to Jaemin. “What do you want, Na?”

“Are you trying to be tough with your wings out?” Jaemin raised an eyebrow at the faerie who furrowed his brow in response. Johnny’s wings were a soft lilac, white glitter shimmering off of them as they sat on the tall man’s back.

Jaemin frowned, for the first time feeling insecure about what someone would respond with. He was always prepared for the future- but now, he was on his own. Taking a deep breath, he asked, “What kind of coffee does she like?”

******

Chenle and Jisung were two of the resident’s on your floor of the dorm, this Jaemin already knew.

Jaemin made awkward conversation with them while he stood outside of your dorm room, hoping you would answer his knock as fast as possible. While the day students weren’t allowed anywhere near the night dorms, night students were able to enter these spaces with ease. It helped that the aristocratic mythics tended to want to avoid the humans anyways. This was because the mythics would have to hide parts of themselves that were true to their nature- like how Jaemin was making sure to not look into the future, lest his eye turn white and he scares the two freshmen.

“We’ve never seen you! What’s your major?” Chenle asked as Jisung studied Jaemin. Even in the small glimpses Jaemin had seen of the pair, it was painfully obvious the crush Jisung had on you. It was a small, adorable crush, but a crush that only you were oblivious to.

“Do you guys talk to everyone who knocks on the RA’s dorm?” Jaemin asked, irritated by his lack of perception.

“Some of them,” Jisung muttered as you door opened.

“Hi guys- oh, Jaemin, hi!” you forced a polite smile, trying to hide the surprise on your face with your resident’s right there. Jisung and Chenle didn’t flinch, not taking a hint to move away. “You brought the game, right? Come in!” grabbing Jaemin’s arm, you nearly dragged him into your dorm. 

“Did you guys need anything?” you asked the pair, and when they shook their heads, you waved goodbye and shut the door. Jaemin was frozen in the small kitchen area of your studio, afraid to move in your space. “Jaemin? What’s up?”

Jaemin turned back around to face you, and that’s when you finally noticed the two coffee cups in his hands.

“Do you wanna go for a walk?”

You weren’t sure what compelled you to agree, but you threw on a sweater and started along the small path that sliced through the forest of campus, coffee cup warming your hands. It was a Saturday, and the first one in a while that you were awake before three in the afternoon. 

It was painfully quiet, not just on campus, but between you and Jaemin. It was hard to think of conversation when you two a few nights ago had passed out on the pull out couch of your friend. Why did you do that? You took a large sip of the coffee to quell your nerves, looking at the browning trees along the path.

“I’m sorry I… I ruined our first encounter. I’ve been… weird, and cryptic, and I’m sorry. I’d like to start again,” Jaemin pushed the words out, and you glanced over to see him struggling. You studied his face as best as you could, trying to not trip as you walked. You looked ahead again, letting out a small chuckle.

“You’re not used to not having the upperhand in conversations, huh?” 

“Hmm, I wouldn’t call it an upper hand,” Jaemin sighed, a small laugh falling out. 

“We can start over,” you stopped, lifting a pointer finger, “but stop being so fucking ominous all the time.”

“What if my personality is just being ominous?” Jaemin kept a straight face, looking directly into your eyes until the corner of his lip twitched.

“You’re making a joke,” you noted, and he lifted both of his arms in a guilty as charged way. You continued down the path, now comfortable in the space together as you took in the fresh air.

“Before I lost my ability to see your path, I knew you were looking for something,” Jaemin started, “did you find it?”

“What are you talking about?”

“That first edition copy of Breaking Dawn- the one with the added excerpts from a hacker.”

You laughed loudly then. This was true- you had been hunting for this copy of the final Twilight book for a few months now, and the fact that this was a vision the psychic saw and remembered gave you a mixed feeling you couldn’t process. “No, I haven’t had any luck yet.”

“Ah, well, I hope you get your hands on it soon. I’ve been trying to get my hands on a copy of The Adventures of Sly Cooper comic, but I haven’t seen myself getting my hands on one for less than $300,” Jaemin confessed. You two completed the path circuit a few times, talking about video games, collecting, and books for a while. Jaemin was strange, but you liked that about him. 

“Have you uh… spoken with Yuta recently?” Jaemin asked suddenly, his cup now hanging empty in his hand as he squeezed it.

You raised an eyebrow at this random inquiry, “No, not for a bit… Why do you ask?”

Jaemin ignored the small extra beat in his chest and tried to swallow the nerves he had built up, “He’s… he’s a nice guy.”

“Oh, you’re friends with him?”

“Um… sure.”

“Well, if he’s your friend, I bet he’s nice then,” you smiled at Jaemin, and he fully swore his heart stopped at that moment. “Are you ever going to tell me, by the way?”

“Tell you what?” Jaemin’s voice came out in a hushed tone, his cheeks growing red in embarrassment.

“Why were you so closely following my future?” you smirked. To you, it felt like an obvious question. While you weren’t necessarily spooked by Jaemin anymore, you were still curious as to why he was so focused on you- and another part of yourself that you didn’t want to acknowledge had a theory of its own.

Jaemin was quiet, tapping the empty cup as he tried to manufacture a proper response. The Na prophecy was something closely held in his family, and something he had only ever told Hendery about in passing. Jaemin tilted his head up, the small breeze flowing through the trees kissed his skin.

“Do you sometimes feel like… there’s a weight on you? One you might never understand from somewhere you don’t even know?” Jaemin asked, his eyes wincing at the sunlight.

“... I was abandoned with severe amnesia as a child. That’s sort of my whole schtick,” you forced a breathy laugh despite the nail Jaemin managed to hit right on the head. Nervously, you placed a hand on his shoulder, “You just have to remember that you have support, y’know? People who wanna help you figure out that weight and where it comes from.”

Jaemin nodded- you were right, and he knew the exact person who could help him figure this weight out.

That night, Jaemin met with his mother at the Yosei Inn and Fine Dining. He had called her knowing that she already knew he would be calling, and started the first thirty minutes of their dinner gushing over how happy she was to get that vision.

“Oh dear I was already in town- and you know reservations here can get insane,” she prattled on, the faerie server refilling both of their glasses of faerie wine. The Yosei Inn sat about twenty miles away from the University and was hidden from human eyes with a bit of magic and practical effects. It was a Faerie run Inn that was often used by the parents of the elite night class students from Knight’s Cross whenever the University President’s basement was unavailable. Jaemin recognized a few other peers there, all of whom greeted Jaemin’s mother excitedly and acknowledged him in the most polite way possible. 

“So! What’s on my beautiful boy’s mind?” She cooed, her hands sitting on top of her son’s. Jaemin was lucky- compared to most other oligarchy parents, both of his were loving, sweet, and didn’t try to force him to upgrade their status. The only pressure applied was the same thing past down his family- and it was the primary source of his strife.

“I… I have a problem,” Jaemin muttered. 

“You just have to remember that you have support, y’know? People who wanna help you figure out that weight and where it comes from.” Your words buzzed around his head like an annoying fly, and he wished he could simply swat them away.

“Yes, a romantic one, correct?” his mother asked, and Jaemin met her gaze. 

“H-how?”

“Oh please- I've had this vision of you telling me about someone you like since you were born… it only became clear recently, though.”

“I-I don’t like anyone romantically, if that’s what you’re going on about. My issue is…” Jaemin lowered his voice, and leaned in closer so any prying ears couldn’t hear, “I can’t see… I can’t see someone’s future anymore.”

His mother stopped blinking, and stared at Jaemin’s confused face as she started silently weeping.

“Mom, why are you crying?” he whispered, panicking as he snatched his napkin up and began trying to dab away the tears cascading down her cheeks. She allowed her son to swipe the tears away before she smiled and shooed him off of her, a smile now having graced her features.

“Jaemin… when I first met your father… time stopped. Then… we couldn’t see each other’s futures anymore,” his Mother was so excited that her sentence ended in a higher pitch than Jaemin had ever heard her use. He furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes scanning his mother’s elated expression as he began trying to piece together what she was saying.

“I… no,” Jaemin stopped breathing when it hit him.

“This person… you’ve found your soulmate, Jaemin.”

“No!” Jaemin stood up, causing a few of the utensils on the table to clatter and a few onlookers to glare at the psychics. He frowned, slightly bowing his head in apology before sitting back down. “Mom… it’s the President’s daughter.”

This gave her pause, and the smile she wore faded as she nodded in understanding, “I see your dilemma, but son, you can’t really choose who you love either.”

“My one task in life- my one purpose- has been making sure the Na prophecy gets fulfilled, mother,” he hissed, tears threatening to spill now. He was so frustrated- none of this was going as planned, and the worst part was how good you made him feel when he was around you. 

“Son, the only purpose in your life should be to be happy,” his mother countered, before she leaned back in her seat, arms crossed, “how’s your fifth cousin doing, by the way?”

“Mom, what-?”

“Your fifth cousin, the prince, Nakamoto Yuta,” she spoke each word slowly and carefully, her small smirk hoping that the younger psychic would understand. Words from the prophecy Jaemin had been carrying now sat at the forefront of his mind, and his eyes widened.

“A mythic in relation to the deceased ruler will fall in love with the flames,” he uttered, voice shaky as his mother nodded in controlled joy. “But… then who dies?”

*****

Across town and in the basement of Knight’s Cross College, you had the music of the practice room blaring as you beat the shit out of a dummy. The padded practice room sat in the basement of the main building, only accessible by your father’s, Mark’s, and your ID card. Typically, you wouldn’t be in the practice room unless you and Mark had a mandated training from your father, but tonight you just felt angry and you didn’t know how else to dispel it beyond putting on gloves and whaling on a poor dummy.

Punch.

Stupid demons. Stupid mythics who are extremely weird about you speaking to them.

Punch. Punch. Jab.

Stupid Jaemin- why did he have to pass by your place this morning? How did he even know your favorite coffee order?

Jab. Punch. Punch. Duck. Kick.

He was handsome and attentive and god why did he have to look good all of the time?

Punch. Punch.

His lips looked so soft too and- wait why is it so hot?

You jumped in fear, knocking your now fire covered gloves to the ground in a panic. The flames were a steep blue- the same as the one from your first memory, and you swore the flames were relishing in your panic. Moving quickly, you grabbed the holy water from your bag in the corner, haphazardly soaking the gloves.

“Fuck!” you shouted in anguish, dropping the bottle as you felt your skin burn. It wasn’t your hands though that burned- it was the blotches on your ankles that picked up some of the holy water backsplash. 

You felt your vision blur, your hands trembling as your mouth dried up. Why did the holy water burn you? Why the fuck were there random blue flames that sprouted on your hands? Most importantly- why did the flames not burn you?

You collapsed to the floor, sobbing quietly as the holy water on the ground seared your ankles. You crawled to the corner, knees to your chest as you tried to get yourself together. 

You felt like you had never grown past being that confused five year old in the snow. You still knew nothing. You may have grown physically, but now as the flames began to wrap your body and tears streaked down your face, all you could do was wail and accept that you had no control. 

Through blurry tears, you saw the door of the training room slammed open.

“GET OUT!” you didn’t recognize the voice that came out from your throat, posing yourself now in a defensive crawl rather than fully cowering. Jaemin’s face didn’t flinch looking at you, despite the terror you felt over yourself being shrouded in blue. “LEAVE!”

“NO!” he shouted, moving closer and closer to the flames that you knew would hurt him, unless… he lifted his right arm that you didn’t realize he had behind his back, and your eyes widened. “I’M SORRY!” he cried, the bottle of holy water soaking and searing your flesh, putting out the flames. 

Your body was trembling in agony, the traces of the holy water over your clothes and scorching your skin into deep, painful rivets. Without regard for your surroundings, you threw off your shirt and pants, tears streaming down your face as you kicked the soaked (and burned) articles away from you.

So gently you didn’t even flinch, Jaemin wrapped a blanket over your shoulders helping aid the goosebumps that had formed on the parts of skin that weren’t burned.

“I’m so sorry… I know that’s one of the only other ways for your flames to go out,” Jaemin’s hushed apology made you snap your head up, your wide eyes piercing him now.

“What the fuck happened to me?” you choked, your bottom lip trembling. Jaemin knew the answer- he knew this whole time from before he lost his ability to see your future. He raised his hands, now wrapped in the sleeves of his hoodie, and dashed the tears off of your cheeks.

“I need to tell you about the Na prophecy.”

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Part 4: The Supplier

Starring: Na Jaemin

Summary: Na Jaemin the campus dealer or as he prefers “Supplier” has been growing his business since the eighth grade. Being the man who has everything you need when you need it. His small business became real popular once he started college. However after using his powers for evil Y/n kills his little business before it reaches off the ground. He’s been obsessed with her and her father since day one. Wanting and needing the life he has. So with Y/n as his ticket to the top he provides her with his finest services. Until he forced to make no other choice but take her deal.

Warnings: Smut, Angst and Lots of Fluff, Smoking, Penetration (with fingers) Oral (F. receiving). Cursing, Jaemin is a Service Dom, Y/n has sub moments throughout this part and slight mentions of misogyny.

Words: 12k

Sorry for the wait I made sure to make this one longer.

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It wasn’t hard finding Na Jaemin. He spent most of his time in class, a business major like you. Every day he continued to grow his business on and off campus. He mainly grew popular for selling things people needed. Jaemin was the guy you “knew” when you needed something.

“It would be dope if we could get like a goat or something for a party,” you would say. And then your friend would respond with.

“I know a guy who could get us a goat,”

Jaemin became that kind of guy. Meaning besides the one class you shared you didn’t see him as much. He normally went home after class or studied with his friends. At parties, he was known for bringing “the goods” and selling to a bunch of college students. He even sold to a few professors on campus.

He was much known for Adderall. Adderall in simpler terms is known to increase your ability to pay attention, stay focused on an activity, and control behavior problems.

It may also help you to organize your tasks and improve your listening skills. Making it popular during exam season. Which made Jaemin a lot of money. Making him the only person in Si Cheng’s friend group to finally buy his apartment. Today you were visiting him there. Helping him move some pieces around, and get settled in. However, wouldn’t have been able to find it if Jisung didn’t make it so easy.

The thing about Jaemin is he’s a nice guy. He can provide you with anything you need and most time he is very quick with his deliveries. What made his name on your list was the fact that for a good price, he could give you anything.

He could get you a person's social media. He could also get you their phone number. As well as their address or even private photos of them. A long time ago Wendy had been one of the girls someone “ordered” pictures of and he delivered. After discovering this from Jisung who also disclosed Jaemin’s hideout it just made it too easy. Na Jaemin like his friends was going down.

Now if it wasn’t for Jisung finding Jaemin would have been difficult. Jaemin wasn’t someone who you could approach in the street. You had to know someone who knew someone to reach him. After his class, no one knew where he disappeared to, even after parties he wouldn’t return to his frat. Most of his friends had no idea where he’d go. Jaemin needed an extra hand delivering a bunch of bags full of marbles once and brought Jisung. Afterward, he stopped his “hideout” once he finished his job.

Turns out Jaemin’s “hideout” was just a shitty job he had at a record store.

He’d clean the doors and windows, and reorganize the records for fifteen dollars an hour. It was the first job that made Jaemin realize this was something he didn’t want to do. He wanted to make money not earn it. He wanted to be like your father. Your father earned money as well as your mother. They are still heads of the company they built from the ground up. Buying businesses and selling them for parts. As well as creating different tech equipment. Jaemin wanted that, what your father has. That's why he created his own little business supplying the students with what they needed.

You had just finished class when you found yourself outside the room waiting for Jisung alongside Jungwoo. Jungwoo leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and shades concealing his eyes. You stood beside him a curve of your hip poking outwards. You checked your nails as you both waited for him to finally leave the classroom. You checked the clock above you, one fifteen, all the doors opened and students fled their classrooms. Probably finally getting something to eat.

Jisung emerged from his class Haechan beside him. The two were talking about whatever video game design they both liked when their eyes met yours. Jisung smiled at you sending a smile wave. Haechan eyed him confused making Jisung bring his hand down. Haechan felt a small heart attack that traveled down to his stomach. You smirked at him, cherry lip gloss shiny on your lips. You pulled back your sunglasses resting them on the top of your head, creating a head ban. Jungwoo chuckled watching you send him a small wave. He huffed turning to Jisung, "I'll see you later," He said avoiding your eyes as he walked away.

You and Jungwoo both laughed high fiving each other and adding a snap at the end. Jisung chuckled seeing Haechan's reaction, as well as yours. Jungwoo's laughter died down but his smile remained when he approached Jungwoo. He punched his shoulder, "Are you trying to get us caught?" He asked eyeing Jisung. The moment of mockery was short-lived. Jisung widened his eyes holding his hands up in defense. He shook his head brown locks swaying side to side.

"Never," he said. You walked up to the two of them placing a hand on Jungwoo's shoulder. "He didn't do it on purpose. Those two always walk out of class together," You said eyes leaving Jisung's to Jungwoo's side profile. He nodded removing his hand from Jisung dusting off his shoulders. He sent him a cheeky smile. "My bad. I was just a little concerned," he said nervously. Jisung shook his head waving his hands in a "no" motion. "He won't. I promise," he said. It became silent for a moment before you spoke again.

"Okay," You said clasping your hands together. "Let's go take care of Jaemin," You said turning on your heels full of gleam.

As you walked in the middle of Jungwoo and Jisung you noticed Jisung tense up. Catching his reaction to followed his eyes seeing Jaehyun next to Johnny just down the hallway with the basketball team. Jisung got nervous. His frat wasn't supposed to see you with him, it'd give everything away. He looked around finding an empty hallway. He turned to you pointing to the hallway. You nodded watching him flee.

Jaehyun's head turned from the guy he was talking to eyes finding yours. Instantly he cut the conversation and made his way toward you. Jungwoo noticed rolling his eyes. "Here we go," he commented. Jaehyun smirked as he tried to strengthen his walk to you. He flipped his hair to the side running a hand through it. You wanted to burst out laughing at the sight. You placed a hand on your hip once he finally reached you.

"Yes Jaehyun," you said already annoyed with him. He shrugged placing a hand in his pocket. He meets your eyes with pursed lips. "It's just nice seeing you here," he flirted eyeing you up and down.

"I mean she goes here," Jungwoo threw back in his face. Putting down his attempt at flirting. Jaehyun glared at him brushing him off. He smiled turning back to you and placing a hand in his pocket. "Johnny and I are throwing a Halloween party. I wanted to invite you," he said biting the inside of his cheek waiting for your response. You looked at Jungwoo both of you holding back your laughter.

Jaehyun sighed looking around and waiting for your response.

"Okay, Okay." you began. You covered your mouth trying to conceal your giggles. You held your breath for a second recollecting yourself. He just looked so goofy to you.

"If I say yes will you walk away?" you asked.

He nodded, "Yes,"

"Okay I'll go," you responded. He felt his heart skip a beat. Now it was his turn to conceal how excited he was. He nodded his head pursing his lips and turning to his side. "Cool, cool," he said as he slowly returned to his circle of friends. You and Jungwoo both watched as he wore a proud smile on his face. His friends teased him about the interaction.

Jungwoo held your arm as the both of you walked off. He over to you with a teasing smile. "I can't believe you ever dated that guy," he commented as the two of you walked off and down the hallway Jisung disappeared into.

You found Jisung out by your car. He stood beside it waiting for you to arrive. Once you did he picked up his head from his phone removing his headphones from his ear. He smiled but brushed it off remembering you weren't here to see him. You are here to get things done. "Jisung answer me this," you asked approaching him and unlocking your car. Jungwoo squeezed past him sitting in the passenger seat. Jisung moved aside Jungwoo sending him a thankful smile.

"Yeah," he said following you around the car. You leaned on the driver's side Jisung standing at an angle from you.

"Tell me. How haven't I scared you off yet?" you asked crossing your arms over your chest. Keys dangling from your hands. Jisung shuddered feeling the cool autumn breeze rush past him. Leaves scattering on the ground. He didn't feel nervous to meet your eyes like he had before. He wasn't even nervous about your question. He shrugged placing his phone back in his pocket.

"I guess it's because I like you. You're my friend," he said. You pursed your lips nodding letting his answer sink inside you. You smiled tapping his shoulder. "Good answer," you said before you opened the car door and sat inside. Jisung smiled a scoff released from his lips. He could start to see his breath in the wind. The seasons were changing. Summer was over and Fall was over, that calmed him. He enjoyed Fall, similar to you and like you he disliked Winter.

"So where are we gonna find Jaemin?" Jungwoo asked you as you drove down the long road. You nudged your head to Jisung. "He knows where his work is. We're going there now," You said turning your attention back to the road. Jungwoo sneered at the forest that surrounded the car. "How far is it?" he asked you.

"Not far, but far enough so no one at the school would find him," Jisung said speaking up. Jungwoo nodded turning back to the window and staring at the passing trees. You sighed gripping onto the wheel.

Were you making a mistake? You had asked yourself this question over the last couple of days but now you were starting to think about it. Getting the boys to come to you, making them feel so high and then so low in a matter of seconds, and treating them like meat felt good when you were doing it, but afterward, you just felt sorry for yourself.

What if your mother knew what you were doing? She would be more than furious. She already hated your father for years of manipulation between them in their relationship so what if she knew you were doing the same? Manipulating men who hurt you, who've hurt other people including your friends. You tried to justify with that kind of logic. These men hurt people and bad people should be punished. The silence in the car made the thoughts in your brain process easier. The silence also made you feel worse. Without any noise, you could hear every thought in your mind.

You removed one of your hands from the wheel opening up the music app on your phone. Scrolling through your playlist you find your favorite by clicking shuffle. The song started and Jungwoo smiled knowing how much you loved this song. He nodded off humming the lyrics. You smiled watching him making your body feel at ease. You looked up at your mirror seeing Jisung holding up his phone to the music searching for the song. It made your cheeks grow warm seeing him shazam one of your favorite songs. He did like you.

But then you remembered that at the end of the day, he was still a part of the group of men who hurt you.

You parked your car just a block away from the store. Each other steps out and shuts the car door. It was a much breezier day today, unlike yesterday. You hugged yourself as you walked down the street next to the two boys trying to warm yourself. Jisung noticed, he was about to offer you his sweater but decided it wouldn’t be a good idea.

Jisung stepped ahead motioning his hand to the record store. You checked out the building. It was a smaller store with stained windows. The shop had been here for a minute. Jungwoo and Jisung stepped back. Jungwoo runs his fingers up and down your arm giving it a gentle squeeze. “We’ll be right here,” he assured letting go of your arm. You nodded biting onto your lip nervously.

Jaemin was probably one of the more intimidating members of his group. And next to Yuta probably one of the more mysterious. He was never seen unless he was needed. His whereabouts always remained unknown. You had to know someone to reach him. Jaemin was also dealing narcotics his main source of income.

Your hand touched the door pushing it open a small jingling. You looked towards the counter seeing no one behind it. You turned back to the middle of the room. Five rows of sleeves full of records covered in cobwebs. You gulped letting the door close behind you stepping onto the burgundy rug with an unknown dark stain. The lights had turned on once you stepped inside making few of your worries disappear. You walked further inside wiping your finger on the counter and tracing a line of dust sitting on the pad of your index finger. You dusted your hand off walking to one of the records. You flipped through a random pile labeled “P”. Not seeing anyone in the store but there is an open sign confused you.

But someone would come out if they saw you shopping.

You continued looking through different baskets of records in silence. Growing bored you looked around the room. Large windows in the front give a view of the empty sidewalk and streets. There weren’t many people walking around shopping. It gave you the chills. This downtown street area in particular empty. The silence of it all creeped you out. Your eyes in search for something to do found a record player. You looked through a few more records most from artists from the 1990s and back you selected Madonna's record opened it and placed it on the record player.

It started well. You hummed to the music and you continued to look around waiting for any employee, any person to arrive. You swayed your hips to the music enjoying the record that played of the iconic singer. You smiled a memory of your mother clouding your mind. When you were much younger she always played Madonna. The two of you dancing together, going shopping, and tried on clothes as one of her songs played. You smiled smiling at another of her records in your hand. Just as you went to place it back the record started to scratch distorting the sound.

Completely freaked out you ran over stopping the record and placing it away. As you placed it away the lights went dark. You felt your heart skip a beat. There was still no one else here with you. Without a second thought, you leaned into action heading for the front door.

“Wait wait,” someone called calmly from the darkness. You didn’t bother waiting stepping outside the sun shining brightly on your face. The door opened behind you but didn’t close. You stepped forward towards the line between the street and the sidewalk. You turned around and saw Jaemin leaning against the shop door. Bigger arms crossed over his broad chest. He tilted his head to the side a playful look in his eyes.

“Never would I have ever imagined you’d come into my shop,” he said with a small shake of his head. You played with your fingers. You had never felt this kind of nervous before. “You own this place?” You asked him motioning to the record store. He turned his head looking at the sign with a nod he turned back to you.

“I bought it from an old man two years ago. He passed away and the place was cheap. I figured it would be perfect,” he said releasing his arms from over his chest. He leaned off the side of the door pushing it open. He stood flat on the door motioning his hands for you to come inside. You gulped as you stepped forward brushing a cobweb out of your face.

When you stepped inside Jaemin had changed the store sign from Open to Closed.

You walked down the aisle behind Jaemin of dusty records. You wanted to make conversation with him. But based on Jaemin's overall vibe. He was a lot more intimidating than you thought. You assumed he'd be easy. You'd come to his shop and say you needed something but not have enough money to pay for it. Then he'd give you an offer.

Sex for Weed.

It wouldn't be the first time someone fucked for a pound. As you walked down this old, run-down record shop, you were starting to regret that plan. It was a cheap plan that would leave you feeling worse than before you arrived today. So Jaemin would have something more special planned and thought out like his friends.

He opened a wooden door leading to a wooden staircase. He held the door open letting you step in first. He sent you a smirk as you placed your foot on the first step. You looked back at him uneasy expression on your face. The staircase was dusty and smelled of mold. There were dents and nails on the steps. When you placed your foot on the second step it creaked. So you stepped down crossing your arms over your chest.

"I'm not going up those stairs," You said using your finger to point in the direction of the creepy dark staircase. Jaemin chuckled stepping ahead of you and letting the door close behind him. "If you want what I'm selling you have to go upstairs," he said already on the fifth step. He placed both hands in his pockets as he walked up. You huffed with a small pout following behind him.

"Also I wouldn't touch the railing," he commented not turning his head to you. You lifted your hand on the wooden bar confused and tensed. "Why?" you asked your hand hovering over the railing.

"It's full of spiders," he said turning left and disappearing from the staircase. You squealed running up the stairs and seeing him in front of a door holding up and key. He smirked turning away from you and to the door. "I'm assuming a girl like you is here for one thing," he said opening his office door.

You tilted your head. "What am I here for?" you asked with a smirk.

"Weed princess," he said handing you a bag from his insanely large stash. Your eyes bugled out of their socket. Arms fell as you walked further inside the room. "Woah," you said your nose wrinkling at the smell once you fully walked inside. Jaemin swatted your hand away when you went to touch the bags.

"You can look but you can't touch unless you buying," He said you scoffed but obliged letting your hand fall. You walked around the small cabinet office instead. Your mouth was agape as you stared in awe at all the weeds surrounding you. "How did you even get this much?" you asked making your way to the back the small intensifying as you made it to the small window. Looking out you could see your car. You wondered if he saw you.

Jaemin cleared his throat calling your attention. You turned seeing him place the bag in a small box. He stood by the door leaning on his side waiting for you so he could close the office door. You walked out allowing him to shut the door. He locked it handing you the box.

"I won't charge you," he said leaning closer to you with a smirk, handing you the box. You went to grab it but he pulled his hand away. "But since I am giving you this free of charge I'd like something else," he said a playful smirk on his pink lips. You scoffed crossing your arms over your chest. Just as you expected, Na Jaemin would be too easy.

"Oh really?" you asked smirking back confident you had the upper hand. "What do you want," you hushed back. He chuckled standing straight his eyes still locked with yours. Both of you are in a battle to see who would look away first. You were sure he would. He was gonna ask you to fuck him, you were sure of it.

"I'd like your number," He said with a smile followed by a shrug. "Maybe even hang out," he followed with. You widened your eyes slightly but held contact. This could still work. You nodded holding your hand out. "Okay," you said with a warm smile. He reached into his pocket handing you his open phone. You put your number in handing it back to him. You turned to walk away but he took your wrist in his large hand. He pulled you towards him leaning down to place a kiss on your neck.

"See you soon," he whispered for only your ears. You hid the tingles you felt throughout your body. Forcing the butterflies you felt in your stomach away. You pulled your hand away leaving his frame. You turned on your heels a sway in your hips as you walked down the staircase. Jaemin smiled to himself as he watched you walk away. Feeling all the butterflies in his stomach and chest.

It didn't take long for Na Jaemin to become delusional enough to believe a girl like you would be into him. He was just like his friends. Desired you, craved you, they dreamed of you.

The only thing that was different about Na Jaemin was you couldn't control him like the others.

You had gone to his record store a few days ago saying you came because you wanted to buy weed from him. He sold you the bag and slipped in his phone number. He took time responding to your text but when he did it made it hard to not wish he wasn't friends with those assholes.

4:01 pm

Na- How's your day princess?

y/n- It's been good

Na- That's good. I love to hear that. How can NaNa make it better?"

You had cringed at his obsession with addressing himself in the third person.

y/n- Come over

9:01 pm

Na - I'm sorry Princess Nana got busy. I promise I'll make it up to you. What do you like? Let Nana know how he can make it better.

y/n- Not wasting my time.

Na- I promise it won't happen again. Text me your address.

He always let you believe you were in control but here you were constantly checking your phone for his response. It had been like this the last few days. Secretly waiting for his reply.

"What's on your mind?" Wendy asked as Jungwoo rolled up beside her. You shook your head. "Nothing, I was just thinking about everything that were doing," you said with a slight shrug. You sat back on your white rug on your living floor. You leaned on your couch resting your back and bringing your knees to your chest. Ten made a side frown. Wendy frowned as well and placed her hand on your knee giving it a gentle squeeze. Jungwoo licked a stripe on the thin paper folding it around the weed.

"I mean are we doing the right thing?" you asked. Ten kept quiet causing Wendy to scoff. She looked away from him and at you.

"I think you're doing exactly what you need to do. These guys are the impiety of assholes. You remember what they did to us, to you," she said with a hint of determination in tone but sadness in her eyes. Jisung appeared from the bathroom sitting on the rug beside you and next to Ten. "What did they do?" he asked curiously. Jungwoo pulled a lighter out lighting up the joint.

"Should we tell him?" he asked the circle. Everyone looked at each other and then you for permission. You widen your eyes surprised this conversation is happening. You looked over at Jisung who's eyes were already on you. You examined him for a minute letting your gut decide if you should let your friends tell him about their past with his friend group.

Jungwoo took a hit as he waited passing it to Wendy. "Okay," you said turning away from Jisung. His lips formed a small smile feeling closer to you all even though he knew of you spoken yet. "Just leave my parts out," you said with a small frown. You held your head down, your friends nodding understanding. Jisung frowned as well. He wanted to know what his 'friends' had done but he wasn't going to force you to speak.

Wendy took it a hit and then passed it to you. You remained quiet as she spoke.

"I'll speak for myself," she said rubbing her hands on her pants as she turned to Jisung. Jisung focused his attention on her. She let out a sigh. "When I first started going to school here I met a guy," she smiled thinking of the first interaction she had with him. "He was really sweet to me. He showed me around campus and even invited me to a party he was throwing with his friend. I was so excited to go," she said remembering the rush she felt about her first college party.

She shook her head old feelings returning. "We got close. So I thought," she bit the inside of her mouth feeling the same anger again heat up throughout her body. "I thought he liked me," she said feeling her heart swell again. You placed your hand on her shoulder rubbing it gently.

"We had gotten to know each other. He took me out on cute dates and treated me like a princess. So when the day of the party arrived I put on my best outfit. I thought about it all day, I could barely focus in class. My leg bounced under the table in nervousness and excitement. Then the time finally came. I got dressed, did my hair and makeup, and went to the party," she took a pause.

"I searched for the boy finding him in the kitchen. We danced together for a moment then he brought me upstairs to his room. He kissed me and it felt good. Until I noticed something in the corner of his room," she said her voice dying out.

"What did you find?" Jisung asked fully invested in the story.

She sighed chewing on the side of her mouth. "I noticed a small red light in the corner facing the direction of the bed. I walked over to it and pushed away a t-shirt and a few books finding a fucking camera," she said a tear slipping down her cheek. Jisung gasped hand covering his mouth. He felt terrible inside having no idea how incredibly disgusting his so-called friends are. He only wondered which one it was.

Jungwoo and Ten shook their heads. You remained quiet just keeping your hand on Wendy.

"I was down to my bare body laying on his fucking bed when I found it," she said tears streaming down her face. The wounds still have not healed. The memory stung her heart. "He was angry I found the camera. I quickly got dressed and left," she said forcibly wiping her tears away with her sleeve. The room felt silent for a moment as Wendy collected herself. She took a hit from the blunt. She coughed for a bit thanking you as you handed her a glass of water.

"Luckily as I was running out I ran into Y/n," she said with a smile. She turned to you with puffy eyes. Her lip quivered as she spoke. "I bumped into her and she asked me if "I was okay?" I lied and told her yes. But she saw him at the top of the stairs and asked me again. I turned seeing him and looked back at her telling her the truth. I wasn't okay and in fact, I was scared. Scared everyone would see the video of me," she paused. "She took me home that night," she said with a smile touching your hand.

"The next day she found me in a class. I came inside sitting beside me and telling me. "I handled it," she said with a chuckle. "I was so confused," she said with a shake of her head. "But the video never got out and the boy left me alone," she said putting an end to the story. She turned away from you clearing her throat. She turned to Jisung meeting his eyes.

"That boy was Johnny and this is why I hate him so much," she confessed. "Wow," he said shaking his head. He had no idea what to say. He couldn't defend their actions he wouldn't even try. He felt nothing but pity for Wendy. He couldn't imagine being in that situation.

"I'm sorry that happened to you," he said. He felt like all he could do was apologize even if it wasn't his fault. Wendy shook her head. "It's not your fault. You didn't do anything," she said but that was the problem. He frowned shaking his head. He was at that party and didn't do anything. You noticed his face touching his knee. He met your big eyes with a sad expression. You shook your head knowing he was shitting on himself. "You didn't know. None of us did," you said to make him feel less like shit and understand that if Wendy wasn't angry at him and he had no way of knowing that he wasn't to blame. Only Johnny was to blame.

He nodded turning to Jungwoo. "And you?" he asked.

Jungwoo looked over at him. "Me?" he asked. Jisung nodded hand ghosting over yours. You smiled biting your lip to hide the expression.

"What did they do to you?" he asked. He sighed scouting closer to the coffee table resting his hands on it. "Well one they hurt my girls," he said causing both girls to laugh. Jisung smirked glancing over at you. You are so pretty when you smile.

"And some of them made my life hell in high school," he said. Jisung's eyes widened now lost. He didn't know their history went to far back. "High school?" he asked and Jungwoo nodded. "Yup. Y/n and I went to the same high school as Jaehyun, Johnny, Jeno, and Mark," he said like it was common knowledge when it very much wasn't to him.

"It was mainly Johnny and Jeno. They made comments about sexuality especially after I became friends with Y/n. They called me her pet throughout high school. They didn't beat me up or anything they were just dicks all the time to me and it was annoying so I don't like them," he said with a roll of his eyes. Jisung nodded believing every word he said because it sounded exactly like them to do something like that.

"Y/n got them to leave me alone mainly because she was dating Jaehyun," he said with a shrug. Jisung's eyes went wide. You threw a pillow at him causing his head to fly back. "I said leave me out," you said. Jungwoo scoffed fixing himself as he jerked his head at you. "My bad. I just still can't believe you two dated and like not for fake," he said causing Ten to chuckle.

"You dated Jaehyun?" he asked. You turned to him shaking your head. "It's a long story and I don't want to share," you said stopping Jisung from asking any further questions. Jungwoo chuckled throwing the pillow back on the couch. He turned to Ten slapping his arm. Ten made an ow sound rubbing his arm. "Your turn," he said.

Ding Dong

The doorbell rang. Everyone looked at one another lost.

"I didn't order any food," you said first looking over at everyone else. They all sent the same weird glance to one another. "Did you invite anyone else?" Wendy asked you. You shook your head as you stood up to see who it was. Jisung followed behind you. Jungwoo tapped Ten's leg pointing at Jisung following. "He's trying to protect her," he said causing Wendy to throw another pillow at him. Ten just chuckled at their nonsense.

You checked the peephole widening your eyes covering your mouth trying to muffle your gasp. You turned to Jisung and he shook his head confused. "What?" he asked. You met his eyes slightly backing away from the door. You pulled him with you eyeing the door and then him.

"It's Jaemin," you said just above a whisper. "I didn't invite him," you said with a shake of your head. Only you did invite Na Jaemin, you just didn't think he'd so up right now. Jisung widened his eyes heading back to the living room to warn everyone else.

Ding Dong

The doorbell rang again causing you to jump. You didn't think he was going to show up. You walked up to the door and saw him leaning against the wall rubbing his boots on the carpet. "Just a minute!" you called. He smirked shaking his head. He knew he was successful in surprising you. You probably assumed he wasn't going to respond to your text or show up at your apartment.

"Okay princess take your time!" he called pulling out his phone. You watched him for a moment hearing a rush of footsteps behind you. Jungwoo nosey as ever grabbed hold of your shoulders, bending down to see if Jaemin was there. When he pushed you slightly and replaced his eye with yours he gasped covering his mouth and stepping away.

You looked again listening as Wendy told everyone to be quiet. As you looked through the peephole again Jaemin glanced up from his phone staring straight into the small hole. Your heart skipped a beat as you backed up. Jisung looked at you worried reaching his hands out to you. You took his hands but only for a moment. "I can invite him in with them here, but not with you," you said looking into his eyes.

"What do we do?" Wendy asked you. Ten stood by the door making Jaemin smirk believing it was your shadow. "We can hide him," Jungwoo suggested. "Or we can have this conversation away from the door," said Ten. You all agreed walking back into the living room but not before you told Jaemin you'd be right there.

"Okay, so what do we do?'" Ten asked looking back at the door. He turned back to the group placing his hands on his hips. "Jungwoo did say we could hide him," he said motioning his hand to Jungwoo who stood beside him. Jungwoo nodded agreeing with him. You chewed on your lip, foot tapping on the ground. This couldn't be the end. You were growing closer by the day and now everything could fall apart. The minute Jaemin sees Jisung here with you, as friends in your apartment everything would be over.

He'd tell his friends, Si Cheng, Yangyang, and Haechan would surely question him. They'd either spill or warn the others to stay away from you and probably alienate Jisung from his home. Then everything would completely fall apart for you and your friends. You looked back at the door chewing on your lip. Your heart sinks further down your body making your stomach turn.

You couldn't let that happen.

"He can hide in my room. I'll keep the door locked and the lights off. Jaemin won't spend too much time here tonight," you said. Everyone nodded off Wendy taking him to your bedroom. She walked him down the small wooden floored hallway. She opened your bedroom door, and your dog jumped off your bed and ran past her legs. Scattered paws run down the hallway. She quickly pushed Jisung into the room. Not hard enough to hurt him or anything just enough to draw his attention back. He had been staring down the hallway waiting for Jaemin to come in.

"Okay," she said. "Don't touch anything, but if you get thirsty I'm sure Y/n won't mind if you take from the small fridge," she said pointing to the white fridge on the other side of the bedroom. Jisung nodded watching as Wendy shut the door. "Lock it," she whispered from the other side. He complied shutting off the lights as well.

You let out a breath calming yourself before you opened the door. You couldn't let Jaemin smell any ounce of nerves on you. You had to fake the confidence all over again just like you had before. So you fixed your hair and wore a bright smile. Your friends all waiting in your living room for you. You reached out for the handle of your door turning it. You opened it revealing Jaemin who leaned against the wall. His phone was long gone. He smirked pressing off the wall and coming up to you. He placed a hand on your waist bringing you closer to him. He leaned down to your lips. You played with him letting your pretty eyelashes tickle his.

He smiled pressing his lips to your cheek in a soft kiss. "My princess you look so pretty for Nana," he said eyeing the outfit you wore and biting onto his lips. You were just wearing silk pants and a matching pink top. Your face is bare, not an ounce of makeup on your skin. You hadn't even done your skincare routine yet. His eyes met your hands gliding up and down your waist. "Do I Nana?" you asked with a purse of your pretty lips. Jaemin bit his lip pulling you closer to him. "Mhm. Nana missed you," he whispered pressing a small kiss on your lips.

He let go going to step into your apartment but you placed a hand on his firm chest. The boy had grown since freshman year. He was taller than you for sure but he had doubled in size. His biceps are much larger than they were before. They stood out in his black t-shirt, arms bigger than your head. Soft brown hair dusting his forehead and glossy lips. Why the fuck did Na Jaemin have to be so beautiful. It pissed you off.

He frowned hand reaching up to touch yours. "What's wrong?" he asked you looking into your eyes. "My friends are here," you responded looking into his big brown eyes. Once again cursing him out for being so stupid. You'd keep around if he wasn't friends with those people or Na Jaemin. He shrugged gently placing his hands back on your hips. "So? I don't mind," he said with a smile. You thought about it for a moment. It was probably a bad idea to keep him here. You didn't want any of the boys to have contact with anyone you knew. You wanted to decrease the risk of any of them discovering the truths of your plan.

You also didn't want to keep Jisung waiting in your bedroom alone.

But you needed to get this done.

No you couldn't, its a terrible idea.

But how could you ever get to Jeno if you were stuck on Jaemin?

You smiled grabbing Jaemin's full attention. He tilted his head at the evil smirk on your lips trying to figure out your expression. He sent you a playfully dangerous smirk. You grabbed his shirt pulling him inside your home. Jungwoo heard steps behind him taking a hint from the placing blunt he chuckled. "Is he gone?" he asked a cloud of smoke forming. Jaemin chuckled hands in his pockets walking over to where you stand shoes off.

"No she let me in," he said hair falling in front of his face as he stopped chuckling and replaced the gentle noise with a smirk. Jungwoo smoke slipped past his lips moving in Jaemin's direction. He waved his hand exposing the rest of the room to Jaemin. They all widened their eyes, Ten taking a sip of his drink. Wendy looked away from him eyes finding yours sending you a stare that could only read to you as "Are you serious?"

You sent her one back letting her know it would be worth it. She stood up rubbing her hands on her pants a forced smile on her lips. She leaned over to grab her purse taking her phone out. She checked the time then scoffed looking back up at you and Jaemin. "Well, would you look at that? I'm late to turn in my essay," she said walking towards the front door and searching for her shoes.

"Alreayd living? You've never cared about an essay before?" you asked placing a hand on your hip. Your lips pursed as you eyed her. She shrugged putting both boots on her feet. "I need to pick up my grades," she reported quickly. You chuckled walking over to her and crossing your arms over your chest. "For what class?" you asked Jaemin turning his body and watching the scene play out. He couldn't help but check you from the back either.

"English," she said. You smiled nodding your head. "I'll walk you out," you said opening your front door from in front of her. You reached your arm over and pulled it. She nodded wide eyes and a sigh left her lips. "Boys take care of him I won't be long," you said to Jungwoo and Ten. They both looked at each other nodding then stood up to "handle Jaemin".

The minute you shut the door you dropped the act.

"Seriously why did you invite him in?" she asked trying to make sense of your choice. She stared at you for a moment shocked, waiting for your response. She waved her hand brows furrowed. "Well?" she asked impatiently.

"I need him to trust me," you said with a smile on your pink lips. Wendy poked the inside of her mouth with her tongue nodding her head. She leaned back her front leg standing out, arms crossed over her chest. "So you let him inside?" she asked sarcastically. You nodded, "Yup," you responded. She thought about it for a moment but then nodded letting her arms fall. "Okay if you think it will help out your plan then you do you girl," she said walking up to you. She gave you a small hug before she waved goodbye.

Just as you went to turn to leave both Jungwoo and Ten stepped out. You raised a brow with a smirk crossing your arms over your chest. “And where are you too going?” You asked seeing Jungwoo still holding the blunt in his hand. He shrugged looking away from Ten and at you.

“We’d figure we’d give you some space,” he said rushing to move down the hallway but Ten grabbed his shirt preventing himself from moving forward. Jungwoo poured dusting his shoulder off where Ten grabbed him. Ten sighed turning to you after sending his friend a glare. “What are you gonna do about Jisung?” He asked. Your finger tapped on your arm as you chew on your lip.

“You my closet as an exit right?” You asked sarcastically. They both nodded Jungwoo making an “oh” face. “I knew that,” Ten said slightest embarrassed he forgot. You nodded turning both of them around and pushing them away. Once they left you went back inside. You walked into your living with a smile on your face ready for Jaemin but to your surprise, he was not there.

“Jaemin?” You called looking around the space. Your first thought was to walk into the kitchen. Maybe he got hungry you thought. You stepped into your kitchen the door closing behind you. The marble floors shined, spotless not a crumb in sight. The kitchen itself is decorated for the fall thanks to your maid. Pumpkins were placed around the room and fake leaves hung from the ceilings. The autumn colors stood out in your white kitchen. But Jaemin wasn’t there. You turned away thinking he may have slipped down the hallway to see the rest of your home.

You left through the back door of the kitchen. Walking down another wooden floored hallway of your penthouse. Opening the first door to the right was the movie theater. You looked inside unsuccessful in your search for Jaemin. You had turned the lights on and he was not there. With a sigh, you left the room shutting the lights off followed by the door.

Next we the door on your left. The guest bedroom. You opened it seeing the bed perfectly made and everything around the room. The computer, the small fridge, and the TV remote were untouched. You huffed closing the door and failing to find him again.

You walked down the hallway placing an ear at one of the doors. You heard no sound on the other side, not a signal breath so you didn’t open it. You were starting to get annoyed. Where could he have gone? You placed your hands on your hips frustrated. The frustration was starting to attack your body physically. The heat makes you start to sweat. The sweat became uncomfortable as it formed on the back of your neck. You walked over to a small door and opened it pushing some brooms and buckets out of the way. You shut the closet door Once you did you were exposed to a rusty, dirty white door. Without care, you turned the golden knob exposing a small pathway.

You walked down the dark pathway. It was dark a small lightbulb switch at the top. You flicked it closing the door behind you. It illuminated the small space, showing the interior of your penthouse. Piles of wood and plaster were shown to you as you walked down the small space. A small creak in the floor. A fly flying past your head. You swatted it away.

Once you reached the end you took out a key from your pocket. You pushed the key into the hole turning the lock and opening the door. You push it open hundreds of clothes on racks blocking your view. You pushed them to the side removing the key from the door you closed it. The door blends into the pink closet.

You stepped out onto the rug seeing Jisung just outside the closet looking at some of your pictures. You quickly ran to him without a thought. Pulling him inside the closet. His eyes widened not sure when you came in. You came in so quietly he thought. How long have you been there? And why from the closet?

You grabbed his hand bringing him to the closet. “You have to go Jaemin’s here,” you said to him in a rush pulling further into the closet. “How? If he’s in the living room?” He asked feeling his heart start to race. Jaemin couldn’t catch him here it would destroy everything. It made Jisung more than worried his heart pounding down his chest.

“Here,” you said handing him the small golden key. You pushed back a bunch of your fall jackets exposing the white door to him. “Go through here, when you reach the other side lock the door and leave the key on the clear shelf I’ll find it. Once you exit the broom closet go down the hallway through the kitchen and then out the front door,” you said quickly. You did not doubt in your mind that Jaemin was still here.

“Y/n?” You heard Jaemin call. Your eyes widened heart racing in fear of getting caught. You had blanked on Jisung being here forgetting you hid the boy in your room. Jisung bit his lip. He was scared of getting caught.

“Y/n!” Jaemin called again standing outside your bedroom door. You heard him jiggle the handle. You opened the escape door behind Jisung.

“Just a second!” You shouted back. Ushering Jisung to the door. Jisung looked back at you his legs unable to move. “You got to be kidding me,” you said frustrated. You took his hand guiding him down the hallway not bothering to turn the light on. When you reached the other side you took Jisung down the hallway, through the kitchen, and into the living room. Handing him his sneakers and pushing him out the door. He went to speak but you shut the door.

“I forgot my sweater,” he said quietly but didn’t bother to knock. He was upset at you for inviting Jaemin in. A part of him is jealous you rushed him out to see Jaemin. So what, even if he wouldn’t last until tomorrow he wanted to be in there with you. Letting out a frustrated huff he put on his shoes and walked off to take the bus home.

"I didn't mean to keep you waiting," you said in a rush. Jaemin shook his head stepping inside your bedroom. "No worries princess," he said as he walked over to your dresser. He placed a small box down and then continued to look around your bedroom. You closed your door standing in front of it fiddling your thumbs as you wondered why he didn't already have his hands on you.

You assumed the minute he had you to himself he's let loose. Every hope and fantasy would unleash with the same girl he's been dreaming about since freshman year of college. Jaemin took notice of your fidgets and chuckled head falling and dark strains of hair dusting his forehead. He looked over at you with a smile. "Why are you standing so far away princess?" he asked. He slowly began walking over to you placing down one of your picture frames. A photo of you and your father.

"Are you scared of Nana?" he asked your room had gotten dark rather quickly. The sun had set earlier being the change in seasons. All your lights were turned off as well. The only way you were able to see Jaemin was through the sheer moonlight from your bedroom window that pointed to the middle of your room. Your bedroom is large enough that only one window can illuminate a small part of your room.

As he walked over to you, you shook your head stepping to the side and slowly leading him in the direction of your bed. He hadn't realized what you were doing so blindly he followed. "I'm not scared," you responded backing from him.

"Then why are you moving away from me?" he asked with a playful tongue. You slightly shrugged the back of your knees reaching your bed. You fell back once he stepped in front of you. He skillfully spread your legs with his right knee. He reached into his pocket keeping his eyes on yours. You gulped seeing his hand disappear. "I want to do something special for you. Something I've wanted to do for a while, but first," he said pulling out a small bag. He opened it exposing the prerolled blunt in his hands. In his other pocket, he pulled out a lighter.

"Smoke with me," he said gesturing to the blunt. You chuckled a hand moving to dance on your tummy. Your eyebrows lifted then fell as you spoke. "What's the special thing you want to do for me?" you asked teasingly. Chuckles erupted from Jaemin's chest. He leaned down hovering over your lips. "I want to taste you," he said placing a soft, chase kiss on your lips. He pulled away your eyes remaining closed. When you opened then you saw him light up the blunt.

He held his hand out to you. You took it allowing him to sit you up. You smiled thanking him moving over for him to sit beside you. He brought the blunt to your lips after lighting it. "You get to go first," he said handing it to you. You waved your hand shaking your head. "No way you first," you said pushing it away. This wasn't your first time smoking. You've smoked with a bunch of your other friends before, mostly with Jungwoo. This however was the first time you were smoking with Jaemin and you just wanted to be safe.

"Okay," he said not fighting you. He brought the blunt to his lips placing it in between the top and bottom. Inhaling and then releasing the smoke. "See baby you safe," he said some of the smoke getting in your face. The scent started to fill your nostrils causing you to hum. He brought it back to you holding it up to your lips.

He held it for you as you wrapped your lips around where he just was. Inhaling then releasing some of the smoke in his face he chuckled. You coughed a little causing Jaemin to go to the small fridge in your room pulling out a juice. He opened the cap bringing it to your lips. He lifted the juice watching as your throat bobbed drowning in the liquid. When he removed it from your lips some spilled from the side. He laughed removing the juice from your lips.

"Thirsty girl," he commented placing the juice on your nightstand. Once he successfully placed it he came back to you. He handed you the blunt placing a soft kiss on your lips. "Now you sit back and relax okay? I'll be down here if you need me, princess," he said taking the pillow from behind you so it would sit comfortably behind your back. He smiled satisfied with how you felt and made his way to your jaw kissing his way down your body. He didn't even remove your bra, not even your shirt. He only slipped down your silk house pants and blue panties.

You knew this princess treatment was an act. He must think you only wake up and use the left side of your brain to get through your door if he believed you were convinced by his little act. Jaemin was a businessman. And a man with a poor business will do whatever he can to make it to the top. Sure you were on his list of girls he wanted to fuck but the only reason you sat at the top was jot because you had the tightest pussy on the East Coast.

It was because of your daddy.

Jisung told you about each of these men. How easy Jaemin would be as a professional ass kisser. He thought if he treated you like an absolute princess the spot in your father's company would be his. Word may have gotten out that your father did not want you to run his company and you wanted to find a man instead, so he would take over. Then your mother would give you hers and you could keep the business in your family.

Which turned you from a trophy to a ticket.

Like the others, you were Jaemin's ticket to the top. So he'd give you free weed every day of the year if it meant one day when you presented him to your father as your suitor he would never have to sell weed again. Such a well-thought-out plan on his part.

Too bad you knew every detail of it.

So this moment now your thighs spread for him, his hair tickling your skin. Placing love bites and kisses on your plush skin as he worked his way closer to your aching core would be enough to make him believe for one more night you were his.

He pulled your baby blue panties back exposing your glistening folds to the cool air. He looked up at you for a moment the smoke you exhaled floating past his cheeks. He groaned at the sight of your lips gently wrapped around the blunt. He sighed leaning back down to your glistening pussy. He leaned his arm over turning your bedside lamp on just to get a good look at you. Licking his lips he felt his mouth water at the sight of you. So pretty and wet just for him. It made the strain his pants tighten but if he wanted this he'd only take care of you tonight.

So he rested on your mattress laying his stomach flat. Strong biceps wrapped around you pulling you down for his eyes to meet your pussy. He licked a stride on your slit from your home to your clit ending the travel with a kiss on the nub. You shuddered at the sudden but final contact. He watched from below awaiting your every reaction, you were so hard to watch, and please at the same time.

He engulfed his lips around your clit flicking the nerves with his tongue and sucking it with his lips. The wetness from his tongue slipping down your pussy tickling your hole. He quickened his pace bringing his index forward and dancing around your hole. You moaned repeatedly out loud some of the smoke getting caught in your throat.

Jaemin's finger slipped inside slowly letting you adjust. "Breath baby," he teased watching you with a proud smile unfold. He felt a sense of power knowing he was the only man in school to have you like this. He brought his head back down repeating his motions with his tongue. "Fuck Jaemin how are you so good at this?" you asked through moans. You didn't need him to answer it just slipped out your mouth. He chuckled at the sound vibrating on your clit, however, he didn't answer.

You brought the blunt of your lips again feeling him quicken his pace inside you. You brought it down to him letting him take a hit which he obliged taking it from your warm hands and bringing it to his wet lips. He pushed his fingers inside you fucking you with a curling motion grazing over your spot. He almost choked seeing he hit the right spot inside you that drove you mad. Your body arching, brows furrowed and mouth open erupting in moans. "Fuck Jaemin you feel so good," you praised it all going to his head and then to his cock.

"All for you princess," he said handing you the blunt back. He placed a kiss on your lips exhaling the smoke into your mouth. He groaned when you released it again in his face a smile on your lips. He kissed you passionately slipping his tongue past your mouth. He continued fucking you with his large fingers. You gripped on his bicep, flexing under your warm touch.

"Fuck you taste so good," he praised breaking the kiss for a brief moment looking into your eyes. He quickly placed his lips on yours again. "Doing so good for Nana," he said placing a kiss on your lips as he found his spot on your mattress again engulfing your lonely clit between his lips. You smiled as you took another hit letting your hand grip onto his hair. You pushed your hips forward grinding on both his fingers and tongue.

Jaemin getting drunker on your pussy flexed his hips into your mattress quickly reaching his pathetic high. You are not too far behind him. He held your waist helping you to grind on his face groaning into your pussy every time your clit touched his nose. "Fuck Jaemin I'm so close," you moaned eyes shut. You had taken a peak before seeing his abuse making your head fall back in bliss.

You could feel the knot in your stomach seconds away from bursting. You pussy sucking up his index and middle. He groaned loudly and aggressively as he came in his pants. The vibration going straight through your body and dancing on your clit. You felt your climax burst cum oozing out of your tight hole. Jaemin hummed licking every inch of you up. Once your pussy was clean he pulled away leaning in to kiss you but only to be prevented by a cloud of smoke.

"Thank you Jaemin. Goodnight," you said your tone changing as you stood up. Drinking the rest of your juice then stepping into your bathroom to pull out a warm cloth. You cleaned yourself up throwing the cloth away. Jaemin smiled believing you two were still playing the same game. He fixed himself up walked over to you placed a hand on your waist leaning in to place a kiss on your cheek but you swirled your head. He furrowed his brows but still didn't think much of it.

He went to make a move again as you pulled the covers back on your bed but you stepped away from him again.

He huffed, "Okay princess what's wrong?" he asked. You chuckled fluffing up your pillows. "You're still here," you retorted your back turned to him. He scoffed running a hand through his hair. "I don't understand why you are so upset princess-" You dropped the pillow in your hand turning to him.

"Oh cut the act," you said with a raise of your eyebrow. You crossed your arms over your chest seeing him straighten up. You smirked seeing his reaction. "We both know why you are here," you said.

Caught. His eyes widened for a brief moment but he held a confused face. He felt your words sting at his chest. "I don't know what you're talking about-" he tried to say before you cut him off again.

"Cut the shit Jaemin. Save yourself the time and drop the act," you spat back now annoyed with his stupidity.

Trapped. His heart rate picked up. He felt his throat go dry and sweat form on his palms. He slowly backed away from you indicating to you as an invitation to follow. You raised a brow arms still crossed over your chest. "Oh? So You have no clue what I'm talking about?" you asked knowing you both knew the answer. He shook his head back landing flat on your door. He felt around for the handle. You could see his efforts to escape out of the corner of your eye.

"Try and leave and security will stop you," you said.

Captured. He let his hand fall. You grabbed onto his shirt yanking him forward and bringing him to your vanity chair. He flopped on it eyes wide as you stood before him. Seeing a whole new side of you he'd never even imagine. You were making him nervous which rarely ever happened to him. He was so used to being in control, used to being slick but now it was being thrown right back in his face.

Surrender. He put his hands up "Look I can explain-" You shook your head with a suck of your teeth. "Don't bother," You leaned down to his level eyes still locked with his. "Admit your faults and I'll let you go. The others didn't get a choice," you said sending him a glare shadowed by a friendly smile.

Lie. "I was at first using you to get to your father but after spending time with you I realized how great you are and I want to be with your princess," he spilled skipping some of the beat of the flow of his words.

No Other Choice. You shook your head. "Try again with the truth," you said annoyance in your tone. He sighed finally dropping his dumb act. "Fine bitch I was using you to get your daddy because I knew if I treated you like a pretty fucking princess that spot would be mine," he said this time hitting every beat.

Played. You smirked. He grimaced seeing your reaction. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked feeling the back of his neck become warm. "You didn't think I wasn't using you?" you said leaning back. Jaemin's eyes squinted confused. "What?" he asked. You slowly began to walk around the beige vanity chair. "Want to know why security is standing outside my door? It's not because of wealth but just to make sure I can say what I have to say and you don't run," you hushed the last part behind him close to his ear.

"What?" he asked still lost this time for real. You ended your laps standing in front of him.

"I knew your whole plan to I used you. You were never going to meet my father or my mother. The silly boy thought he could play me like I was one of the many customers he scams," you said words laced with venom. He kept his mouth shut afraid if he spoke he'd make things worse for himself. "I have enough evidence to make sure this little business never leaves the ground and I'm sure you know who my father is. He won't take too kindly to your behavior," you said checking your nails and mocking him.

"So what's the catch?" he asked. You smiled, you had him right where you wanted him.

"You tell anyone about us I'll make sure you disappear and that business of yours dies before it breaths, understand?" you asked dropping your little act. You sent him a powerful glare a lick with your teeth to follow. He gulped nodding his head.

"Now go," you said watching him gather his stuff and run out your front door. Once you heard it lock you went to bed. That is how you execute a plan. Let's hope the same blueprint works for Jeno.

Once Jaemin arrived home Jisung hesitated on checking up on the male. He instead sat alone in his shared room. Jaemin must have bumped into someone in the living room because he heard another voice. He pressed his ear to the door opening it slightly.

He could see Jaemin holding his jacket on his side standing in front of Si Cheng and Jeno.

"How'd it go?" asked Jeno. Jaemin shrugged seeing him a smirk.

"To be honest it was a hit and quit," he said causing Si Cheng to chuckle, Jeno smirked shaking his head. "I swear all the boys keep leaving here with their heads in the clouds and then you all come up back to reality," commented Si Cheng. Jisung wanted to point and laugh in their faces. He knew why deep down each man came home upset regardless of whether they wore it on their skin or not.

He chuckled as he paid close attention. Jasmine's hand curled up in a fist as he spoke about 'the night with his mystery girl'

"It seems like everyone has a mystery special girl," Jeno said to both boys. "I wonder if I'll get one. Maybe I'll do better than you," he nudged Jaemin with his shoulder. Jaemin chuckled but didn't respond to him. Jisung felt the chuckle appear in his throat again. "You'll get one but I don't how good it will be for you," he said to himself quietly. How stupid were his close friends? He thought so blinded by what was in front of them.

However, the laughter was short-lived once Jaemin spoke again. "Hey Si Cheng when you went out with Y/n did she say anything weird to you?" he asked with a curious pout. Si Cheng shook his head, "Nah but she made some interesting sounds," he said dabbing up Jeno. They both laughed but Jaemin killed their joke.

He shook his head. "No, you dumbass. I mean like did she threaten you of anything?" he asked. Si Cheng shook his head with a weird look on his face. "No. Why so many questions?" he asked walking up to Jaemin. "You went with her or something?" he asked pressing up to the bigger man. Jaemin pressed up against him. "So what? If I did what would you do? You are known for lying, you probably lied about it," he retorted back.

Si Cheng poked the inside of his mouth with his tongue shaking his head. "Fuck you," he cursed pushing him. "Guys," Jeno began. Jaemin's eyes widened pushing Si Chenge back causing him to stumble. "Fuck me? No fuck you," he said but Jeno stopped him.

"Both of you enough. You two going off over some girl?" Si Cheng scoffed fixing himself up. "You know she's not some girl," he spat Jeno huffed letting the words die on his tongue because deep down he agreed.

"What's going on here?" Jisung heard Johnny's voice from the staircase. He could feel the tension fill up in his room. He gulped hearing Johnny come down the stairs of the house. Both men backed away from each other their heads hanging low. Jeno nervously stepped forward to explain.

“Nothing they were just being stupid,” Said Jeno. His voice had changed. He was a lot more serious, more stern like most of the men got when Johnny approached them. He was like their leader, all following in his footsteps on how to become a controlling, arrogant raging asshole of the world. Johnny walked over to the trio arms crossed over his puffed chest.

“Are you lying?” He asked. Jeno put his hands behind his back fiddling his fingers. He shook his head hair swaying side to side. “They were just arguing over a game,” he lied. Johnny looked at the two silent boys.

“Jaemin, Si Cheng is that the truth?” He asked with a calm voice.

They both lifted their heads looking at one another. Nodding they straighten themselves out. Jaemin cleared his throat as Si Cheng spoke.

“Yes it was but it’s over now. Jaemin was just leaving,” he said looking away from Johnny to meet Jaemin’s eye. He followed nodded his head and picked up his jacket from the ground.

“Yes I was just heading off to bed,” he said. Johnny knew they were lying but if he punished the men for every wrong thing they did what would be the point of the freedom they had in this house? He’s just become the reason they left home to live here, their mothers.

Johnny nodded off letting his arms fall with a smile. “Very well Goodnight you three,” he said all of them running off. Jisung closed the door once they came to close. Jeno and Jaemin go into the same shared bedroom and Si Cheng takes his new room upstairs.

After he scored you he got an upgrade.

Jisung closed his bedroom door completely Haechan soon reopened it coming home from a late-night class. He threw his bag on the ground and flopped right onto his bed. YangYang soon reopened the door skateboard in his head appeared all sweaty and gross.

Jisung sat on his bed picking up his phone to send you a text. He typed a small yet detailed paragraph of what had happened. Also warning that Jaemin may be onto you. But his finger hovered over the button. He knew by helping you he was destroying his friends but what would he gain from this?

He chewed his lip deciding that tonight his thoughts came from how tired he was from the day. So he deleted the text and chose to go to you and tell you in person. He placed his phone back down pulling back the sheets and sliding inside.

“Good luck,” he said causing YangYang to pick up his head.

“Good luck for what?” He asked. Jisung froze trying to quickly come up with something in his brain.

“Uh, I heard from Haechan that you have an exam tomorrow. So before I went to bed I was wishing you good luck,” he said quickly. He hoped YangYang believed it.

Thankfully he did. Responding with a smile. “Thanks, man,” he said before gathering his things to go shower.

Jisung let out a sigh laying his head down and drifting off to sleep only thinking of you.

And how that “good luck” was for Jeno.

To Be Continued…

I hope you guys enjoyed part 4! I’m sorry for the wait I just got really busy between work and school. But now I’m back writing again and I can’t wait for all of you to read Part 5 coming real soon!

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