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irskth · 4 years

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Haechan : Yes I hate you! - Part 1

Description : You and Donghyuck have a weird relationship, he appeared in your life during a stressful time and in a way helped you forget about it, by creating even more chaos as you got to know him better.

Warnings : Kind of a bad boy hyuck but still soft and funny savage ; Angst ; probably going to be suggestive (I don't know where to take this and I'm just going to write it as i go along) ; some fluff expected(?).

not proof read

A/N : It's not my first time writing a Fic but I haven't done it in some years and they have all been crap so let's see how this goes.

- Hell no I am not doing that - you whisper to yourself after reading his text message, somehow leaving you speechless at his audacity.

" No thanks I want sleep " you text him back typing fast as you wanted to go to sleep soon.

" Why not? It'll be fun I promise! " he's persistent and annoying and you know he won't give up dragging you to that party he's been talking about all week.

" btw I'm at your doorstep, come down bish " he texts and you go down just to check and he really is at that damn doorstep.

- I already told you I'm not going - you said, stern look on your face but he just chuckled looking at your pajamas.

- You don't look that threatening with those bunny pants - he said annoying the shit out of you - come onn, you're always in your room never leaving your house, you're so boorinng - his whining face was cute.

- what's wrong with being boring?! -

- idk, being boring I guess? - he answered, ironic tone in his voice - come on, I'll buy you that game you've been talking about, just come this once pleaaasee - he begged, pout in his face.

you couldn't say no to the best game you've been dreaming about "Nier Automata" all you could talk about was playing it one day and hyuck was tired of your conversations being only about that game.

- fine I'll go, but only because of the game! - you said, going to your room to grab a sweater and some pants while hyuck was smilling proudly at your doorstep.

still not happy about the idea of going to a party in the middle of the night you were still happy at the thought of your new game arriving soon, for free.

- what are we doing at this so called party? - you asked, the way to the house where the party was held was quite long and you were going on foot beside hyuck.

- well it's technically not a party - he said a little high pitched sound to his voice.

- so what it is then? - raised eyebrow on your face.

- kinda a sleepover? like just some friends hanging out, I don't even know why you dressed up lol - he said laughing at your fast combination of clothes and attempt at makeup.

- YOU TOLD ME IT WAS A PARTY! - you said, angry tone, still hyuck could only laugh at your angry expressions.

- yeah I know, I wanted to know if you'd still come if I said it was a party - he said low laughing.

- yeah okay, only for my precious game tho - you said still daydreaming about your game.

- man you and your games, could you pay a little more attention to me? - he said pouting while hitting your head.

- Ouch? why would I pay attention to you wtf? we're not even friends lol - you said, savageness in your eyes.

- yeah I hate you lol, idk why we even hang out, don't even know your name clown - you roll your eyes at his nickname.

- yeah lol wtf, you're kidnapping me - you say laughing at the end for how stupid you sound.

- I don't even like that much lol.

- yeah but you don't hang out with anyone else - he responds, tone in his voice deeper than before - you're a loser lol - he laughs it off before taking your hand to arrive at the so called house.

it seemed quiet, no loud music or flashing light so you assumed it was just friends hanging out.

- so like what are we going to do? it's not like I know any of your friends - you said before entering the house.

- relax and just try to get to know people, you might like them - he said reassuring you.

upon entering the house a guy greeted donghyuck and then motioned at you.

- is this your girl? - he said pointing at you, funny look on his face as if mocking you.

- no, actually we just know each other and she was bored so I brought her here.

- liar, I was not bored and I'm only here for the game you promised to buy me. - you said crossing your arms.

- yeah yeah, I know - he laughed it off - so what we doing tonight?

- just some drinking and games, you up for it? - the guy said arriving at the living room.

- you know I'm always up for it jeno - hyuck answered, arm around jeno's shoulder.

we sat down on the floor covered with blankets to make it comfortable and some girls were there already under the influence of alcohol.

- damn you brought all the pretty girls around - hyuck said smiling cheekily at some girls and obviously flirting.

you felt out of place, and he noticed that smiling and introducing you - so like this is Y/N and I don't really know how to explain our relationship cause like, I don't even know her - you rolled your eyes, smiling at the people around you.

- well you could've brought someone prettier - some guy commented, arms around two girls while drinking from a bottle.

hyuck didn't answer and only laughed it off, so you took it as your chance to throw a comment - glad you didn't find me attractive, didn't want to end up as one of those chicks - you said, not amused with the atmosphere you were ready to leave when you hyuck grabbed your arm for you to sit down.

- come on he was just joking right jaemin? apologise to her - hyuck said, as if warning him - yeah whatever - that dude said back? paying more attention to the other girls.

hyuck offered you a drink but you refused - I am not drinking in an unknown person's house -

- come on, just to help you relax, no one's gonna hurt you, at least not physically - he said joking tone in his voice.

- no hyuck, I don't risk my life like that - you still refused and he just took the drink to his lips turning to jeno to ask him something.

the night was going along, you looked at your phone and it was already 4 am, worried you decided to leave but hyuck turned his attention to you for the first time after offering a drink.

- hey where do you think you're going? - he asked clearly drunk.

- to my house, I have one you know? - you answered ready to leave.

- noo come on you haven't played a single game, you're no fuun Y/N - he was clinging to you.

- hyuck get off I have school early tomorrow - you tried to get him off of you but he was to persistent.

- she calls you hyuck bro, just fuck her already what are you even waiting for? - jaemin guy was really getting on your nerves this night.

- sorry I am not interested, besides I don't even know this guy and he is no one to me - you said angry enough for the night.

- she ain't worth it anyways - you heard hyuck said while still on top of you.

you pushed him off and got up going home at a steady pace, angry plastered all over your expressions and you swore to yourself to never hang out with anyone again, especially donghyuck.

- waiit - you heard behind you and someone grabbing your arm

- I am not interested in listening to anything you have to say, i shouldn't have come here and I don't even want that stupid game anymore, why do I even bother hanging out with you?! - you sad angry still walking foward.

- you have no one else to talk to, everyone hates you and your bitch personality - hyuck said and you stopped on your tracks.

you turned around only to meet a drunk donghyuck, cheeks flushed red and eyes almost closed his posture giving away how drunk he was.

you slapped him hard, making a sound through the night that people could clearly hear amidst the silence - you do not know me. - you said calm yet your angry tone was clear you turn away from him and kept going to your house.

as if unbothered by your slap he stood there with a sarcastic smile - actually I do know you miss Y/N - all he said before he also turned away to go back to his friends.

a/n : working on this with enthusiasm, also is this too short or is it okay? please let me know.

part 2

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potaetaezz · 4 years

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|| Sweet Like Coffee || Finale

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pairing: Nct Dream x Reader [female]

genre/au: fluff | angst | enemies to lovers | Everyone is just a clueless bunch of weirdos, you get the drill… or so you thought.

warnings: slight swearing, immature content, underage drinking

A/N: its’s my first fanfic so no judgment lol | here we go~

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Despite everything, you still fell for him.

But that doesn’t mean you forgave him.

You thought of Jeno’s words, to forgive him, that he’s a good guy. But it was too good to be true. A rage ignited inside of you. How could Jaemin say those words? How was it so easy for him? All that you knew was that your anger, your hurting wouldn’t be healed by an ‘I didn’t mean it’.

He stared at you, waiting for an answer he would never hear. Waiting for an ‘it’s okay’, but it wasn’t. How could you forgive him, how could he expect that of you? His words got louder with every heartbeat, his words that held weight. They held power, and he abused it. He treated you like dirt, like nothing, after all you did for him. Did he ever have a true friend? You were perhaps even more than a friend at times, but he let you down. He disappointed you. He broke your heart, but not in two. He shattered it into thousands of pieces. Pieces too small to save. And he expected you to forgive him?

You almost laughed.

Looking straight at him for the first time in weeks, you couldn’t deny his looks. Studying the clean cut of his jawline, the narrow bridge of his nose, the stars in his eyes. You admired him. His features. But nothing compared to his lips which he bit absentmindedly. The deep curve of his cupid's bow. The way he parted his lips ever so slightly. The way they blushed the same colour as your cheeks. Even when he spoke such awful words, his lips could just about draw you in, make your heart flutter. You remembered the way the felt, tasted. Like passion, desire, like comfort. You almost missed them. They almost fooled you. But not again.

You could’ve told him what’s on your mind. You could’ve yelled at him. You could’ve said everything you wanted to. But would that make a difference? Would he change? Would he care?

His words ruined you in ways you couldn’t understand. They ignited a flame of insecurity inside you, that burned with every glance, every look. They made you care even more, made overthink every little thing. They injected into you a disease. A disease that you didn’t know how to get rid of.

But what could you say to that? To him? Whatever you said, it wouldn’t, it couldn’t be the answer, the reply that he wanted. So instead of saying anything, you said nothing. You kept your mouth shut, lips sealed. You could’ve said words you didn’t mean, things you just wanted a reaction to. But you didn’t, despite the words threatening to escape, despite everything you were holding back. For it was easier to ignore him than to yell, than to scream, than to admit, after all, you did miss him. You did care.

“Y/n?” Jaemin said.

But you continued to ignore him.

The bell rang.

Everyone began to get up.

“Oh, I see how it is.”

But you couldn’t keep biting your lip. You couldn’t hold back. You had enough.

“Do you Jaemin? Do you? Then you would see how much of a prick you are, how cruel you can be. If you saw how it is, then you would know how much you hurt me. How could you-“

Someone turned to look at you, possibly catching a snippet of your conversation. But you didn’t care. Not anymore.

“How could you do that to me? Who gave you the right to make me feel like that? How dare you. Just piss off and leave me alone.”

You didn’t even give him a chance to reply. You didn’t care for his words, for his response. You pushed past him, your shoulder colliding with his, and you walked out the door.

———

[10:17pm]

You wished you said more, wished you said something equally hurtful. Maybe then he would understand, maybe then he would feel the same pain he put you through. But you weren’t that cruel.

Staring up at the dark ceiling, he popped into your head. You still thought of him. He suffocated you. Gripped you so tight. Clutched the pieces of your heart. That was the worst part. You didn’t need to see him to think of him, you didn’t need to hear him for the wound to hurt. Almost every little thing reminded you of him. Reminded you of his smile, his laugh, of his words. Every little thing reminded you how you couldn’t forgive him, no matter how much you wanted to. You were always stubborn, but now more than ever. You were in a war with yourself. Fighting about what to do, what to say, what to think. You’ve never been in this situation before. You’ve never been hurt to this extent before. You’ve never had to make such an important decision before. But if there was one thing you knew, it was that you wouldn’t be so forgiving. Not to him. Now now.

———

Friday [9:08]

After a long night of debating what to do, what to say, you still hadn’t come up with anything. If you told him you couldn’t forgive him, what would he do? What would happen to your friend group? Would Jeno and Haechan leave? There were so many consequences, so many what if’s. This decision of yours wasn’t just going to affect you and Jaemin, it would affect everyone. It would change everything.

You didn’t hear Jaemin run in late that morning, you didn’t hear him saunter in. A tinge of disappointment cradled your heart.

—

He didn’t come in Monday or Tuesday either.

The longer he was out, the stronger the doubt that crept in. The more it blinded you.

You replayed the scene in Biology over and over again. You reheard your words over and over again. You doubted if they were too harsh, too cruel, too mean. You doubted if you should’ve let him reply, let him speak. You began to doubt everything, especially yourself.

You felt guilty.

And for nothing.

You said what you wanted to, what you had to. You were constantly moving between two sides, two opinions. Half of you trusted yourself. Believed you did the right thing. Knew that what you said was necessary. Understood how much he hurt you, and that what you said didn’t even come close.

But the other half doubted every single thing. It made you feel guilty for doing nothing wrong. It tried to persuade you to forgive him, to empathise with him. It made you feel culpable. All because that half of you missed him, with all the pieces of your heart. That half remembered him so vividly yet it forgot his faults. That half of you cared, so deeply, so fully, that it almost made you desperate, perhaps pathetic.

You were lying on your bed, reading the book Jeno got for your birthday, but you couldn’t focus.

Your eyes trailed to the ‘goodbye gift’ from Jaemin that sat on your locker. The book that brought back memories, the book that was almost a souvenir instead. The book that had a message just for inside, written by the man himself, Jaemin. Words that sought for you. That teased you, tempted you to read them. To see them. To understand them.

But you didn’t have the time to overthink stupid words written by the man himself. You didn’t care to put yourself through that torture. You didn’t crave to read words he didn’t mean. So you walked out of the room instead.

Because what if he actually meant the words he wrote? What if they were worse than the words he spoke aloud? Or what if they were better? Perhaps even kind…

A knock came from the door.

You didn’t even have to open it for Renjun and Lila just walked in anyways.

The smiles on their faces distracted your brain for a second.

Lila sat down on the couch, Renjun following. She couldn’t get rid of the grin that was growing on her face.

“So… I have news.” she said.

“Can I take a guess?”

“Sure.”

“Is it to do with Haechan?”

“What Renjun? No, no…..”

“Cmon Lila it’s so obvious.” He chucked.

Lila broke into a fit of giggles and Renjun couldn’t hold back a grin.

“We’re dating!!” she screamed.

“Oh Lila,” you got up to pull her into a hug, “I’m so happy for you.”

She let out a squeal while Renjun gave her a hug as well.

She sat back onto the couch and told you everything. From their first date to how he asked her out. You could never really imagine them together, but seeing how happy she is, you couldn’t help but be excited. But her giggling didn’t last long. Her attention soon turned to you, Renjun’s as well.

“We can talk more about it later. Y/n, tell us, what’s up?”

“Wh- me? Nothing, I’m really happy for you.”

Lila paused for a moment, taking in a breath. “We know something’s wrong, cmon, spill.”

You could’ve convinced them you were okay. You could’ve held back. You could’ve pretended everything was fine, that nothing was wrong, that you weren’t struggling. But you’ve had enough. Enough of holding back, enough of pretending, enough of suffering alone.

“Jaemin told me he never cared,” your voice cracked and caught in your throat, heavy with emotions and feelings and memories, “he said he warned me. It’s my fault really, I-“

Lila shook her head and scooched closer. Her hand rested on the small of your back, making comforting movements. Renjun looked at you with such compassion, perhaps even pity.

You kept speaking although your voice was drowning in remembrances. Your chin trembled as you spoke his name.

Never had you said what happened aloud. Never had you told anyone. You didn’t realise how much he hurt you until you said the words out loud. A pain emerged from your heart, crying out for help. Your eyes welled up, vision becoming blurry with salty tears. Tears you didn’t even try to hold back. They fell and rolled silently down your cheek. They slipped off the curve of your lip, traced down your jaw. Lila and Renjun both cradled you, arms gripping you so tight, reminding you that you’re not alone.

Your tears wet Renjun’s shirt, but he didn’t care. You mumbled incoherent things into his shoulder, sobs intertwined. You hadn’t cried like that in forever. All your anger and built up rage flooded, leaked out.

You pulled away, taking in a shaky breath of air. Renjun delicately wiped away the final tear that fell. You thought you’d break down, perhaps cry even more. But you smiled. You smiled instead.

You continued the story, but this time you weren’t on the verge of tears, choking on sobs. You told them your thoughts, feelings, everything. You told them about Jeno, about the girl, about what happened in Biology. You told them about what Jeno said, not his confession, but his advice, with Jaemin.

“And do you want to know the worst part?” you almost laughed, “Although he hurt me, although his words broke my heart, it still wants him. My heart still wants him.”

You expected Lila to curse him, Renjun to insult him. But they did neither. Instead, a weak smile pulled at Lila’s lips and Renjun looked at you with soft eyes. You expected Lila to tell you to avoid Jaemin, to leave him be, that time will cure your cracked heart. You expected Renjun to stand up for you, attempt to go and give out to him. But they did neither.

“Y/n,” Lila started, voice gentle, “You’re not going to like what I’m going to say.”

“Go on…”

“I think Jeno’s right.”

You let out a sigh, “Wh-what do you mean?”

“Look, Jaemin isn’t the best guy in the world, everyone knows that. I still don’t like him, but I do know he’s gotten better. Since you and Jaemin started hanging out, h-he changed. He became kinder, more gentle, more compassionate. You changed him, for the better.”

Renjun nodded his head, finding his voice; “I don’t know if Jeno told you, but Jaemin tried to stop the bet. He didn’t want to continue hurting you. Someone doesn’t do that unless they care y/n. He cared. I’m not saying he’s bad or good. I’m not saying to forgive him. I’m just saying listen to him, hear him out, and then decide.”

You understood their point of view. You knew where they were coming from. You just didn’t know if you were ready yet to hear him out.

“I know he hurt you, I know, but give him a chance, just one, only one.”

———

To say you were unsure before was an understatement. Of course you wanted to forgive him. You wished he never said those things. But he did and you couldn’t forget. Your heart still stung, you were still picking up the pieces. You were still recovering.

But you knew you had to do something.

As soon as Renjun and Lila left you walked straight into your room. You didn’t know if it was the right thing to do or not, you didn’t know what it would say, but you had to do something.

You grabbed the book that lay on your locker. The one that taunted and teased you. The one from Jaemin.

You hesitated, a part of you scared, but as Renjun said, you had to try. You lifted the book cover and you saw the words. In his own messy, smudged but special handwriting. It almost warmed your heart.

‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry about the bet, about not being there on your birthday. But I guess I’m mostly sorry because I can’t do this anymore. Things have changed.’

What was written was exactly what you didn’t want to see. It was harder to read it than it was to hear.

You were never meant to fall for him. Never meant to like him. It was clear to you now. An ache pulled your insides, gnawed on the bruise on your heart. The ache threatened you to crumble, to fall. Tormented you. Tears began to fall amidst the chaos inside you. You were drowning in his words, suffocating in memories.

A fire grew inside of you, a fury, a rage.

You couldn’t keep this in. You couldn’t suffer in silence. You had to find out, you had to know the answer to your questions. You needed him to look you right in the eye and tell you straight. You needed to hear it again, hear it properly, fully.

———

You began to run.

But instead of being filled with an immense sense of hope, you were filled with anger and frustration and misery. You didn’t have the slightest clue what you were doing, but you had to do something.

You ran so fast the wind wiped your tears away for you. You ran towards him, towards his house. You remembered the last time. How hopeful you were, how pathetic you were. How stupid you are now.

You kept running until you reached his drive. Cheeks burning, breath heavy.

And your eyes saw him, the same as before. Sitting on the steps, head in his hands, the darkness embracing him.

Nostalgia hit you so hard it could’ve knocked you out. Deja vu made the wasps return and sting kisses to your stomach. The lump in your throat made it hard to swallow. Your legs frozen made it hard to run away. To run away from what you’re about to say, about to do.

You saw the girl beside him. Arm wrapped around him.

And you felt

everything

slip

away

In that split second you gave up. You gave up on everything. On the future. On the past. On the what if’s. On yourself. On your words. On hope. On courage. On love. On him.

Fear crept in and blinded your eyes, submerged your heart.

You were nothing but a girl drunk on hope, brave enough to do something stupid. Stupid enough to think you were brave.

Hope was a cruel thing.

You didn’t even know what you were thinking , standing in front of his house, in front of him, and expecting something good to happen. Your heart started to throb, hurt, sting. The wound that you thought would’ve healed by now cut open once again. You liked him so much it was painful. You missed him so much it was pitiful. You cared so much it was cruel.

So instead of speaking up, instead of calling out his name, instead of doing nothing, you turned around. You turned your back on him. He hadn’t seen you, she hadn’t noticed, so it wasn’t too late. You had already given up, so all that was left to do was walk home. Walk away.

“Y/n?” A weak voice called out.

You spun around so fast, heart still clinging on. Your eyes met his. But they were brimming with tears. His chin quivered with pain. Lips trembling. The tears spilled like a flood down his cheeks. He didn’t even try to hide them as he looked straight at you.

Your heart fell into your stomach.

The girl whispered something into his ear and walked into the house. Her eyes were puffy and wet with tears as well.

You were frozen. Standing still. Speechless. Never had you seen him so fragile, so frail.

He ran towards you and gripped you with all his might. Arms latched around you. All the anger, all the rage you felt disappeared. All that you felt now was his arms squeezing you so tight. His heart beating so fast against yours. His face hiding in the angle of your neck.

Your hands lifted up slowly and settled around his back.

And finally,

let

go.

Gut-wrenching sobs tore from his chest. Every sound shattered your heart into a million pieces over and over again. His cry was so raw, so painful that it even brought you to tears. All you could do was hold him in his hysteria and let the torrent of his tears soak through your shirt. You could hear him silently suffocating with each breath. You could feel his heart break.

He pulled away, gasping for air.

You saw his puffy, red eyes. His blotchy cheeks. You saw the pain across his face. You felt it.

“My father’s sick.” His voice broke. He had to bite his lip to stop another flood of tears.

You pulled him back into the embrace. You heard him mumble incoherent things into your hair. You were holding the pieces of him together, your arms were protecting him, preventing him from falling apart completely.

“I’m so sorry y/n.” He kept repeating, over and over again.

He pulled back and wiped his eyes.

“My father came home and-“

“You don’t need to explain Jaemin” you said.

“No y/n, I do. I was out of school because my father was sick. I couldn’t deal with it, I didn’t know how. That’s when I said those things to you. I was upset, I was angry, I just- I don’t know what I was thinking.” his voice weak, drowning in sadness.

“I’m so sorry y/n. It’s not an excuse, I really didn’t mean it. I heard you and Jeno were going on a date and I started to panic and then my father came back after all that time and I-“

“Jaemin, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.” His eyelashes brimmed with tears, “I hurt you, I did. I said such cruel things. Things I didn’t mean.”

“So you care?” you couldn’t hold back the one question on your mind.

“Of course I care,” he replied without a second of hesitation.

Your heart did a loop.

“It’s dark and I can still see you’re blushing.” He laughed, “But really, I care about you.”

You wiped his final tear, and smiled at his honesty, at his vulnerability, at everything.

“So, y/n, will you forgive me?”

“Yes. I forgive you.”

And then, amidst the sadness, the misery, the chaos, your lips fused with his. And for a moment, you

kissed

his

pain

away.

You missed the way it felt, to kiss him. You missed the way he tasted. You kissed him like you meant it, with passion and intensity. You got lost in it. Your hands intertwined with his hair, his hands settling on your waist. His lips left your mouth to move towards your neck, and to finally reach your ear, where he whispered.

“I missed you.”

———

You talked about anything and everything. He teased you about your date with Jeno. He laughed a lot. And for a while, you distracted him from everything. From his father.

“Can you stay with me tonight?” he finally said, “I don’t want to be alone.”

“Alone? What about that girl?” You had completely forgotten about the girl until now.

“Oh her? That’s my sister. She lives in the city.”

“Ohhhhh.” you chuckled softly, feeling slightly embarrassed, “Your mom?”

“She’s with my Dad in the hospital.”

So you nodded your head. You couldn’t leave him alone. Not now.

——--

“You want my jumper?” He asked

“Which one?”

“Your one.”

Your heart wouldn’t stop fluttering. Everything he said created more butterflies.

He tossed you his black jumper your black jumper and you pulled it over your head. He helped you. Once the jumper settled on your shoulders, you peeked out at him under the hood. He was fast. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek, making you giggle. Which in turn made him smile. You hid your face in your hands.

He pulled you into him and this time giving you a proper kiss. One that almost took your breath away. His hands holding you so tight, your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him into you. You could feel him smile against your lips.

“You have no idea how glad I am I can just do that now.” he murmured.

You gave him one last peck before hopping into bed. He followed and lay right next to you. You just happened to be the small spoon, but you knew he wouldn’t complain.

Lying beside him, his arms wrapped around you, you felt protected, safe, comfortable.

That was the first time you had seen him completely vulnerable. No facade, no mask, just him. Just Jaemin. You saw him fragile, perhaps even weak. Jaemin was human, but you’d never imagined him crying. You remembered each sob. Your heart broke to see him, hear him cry. He had been going through so much without you. He truly did have his reasons. You thought you were suffering alone, but he really was. He was alone in a battle against life. Against the world. You knew how hard it must’ve been for him. His father being gone for so long, and then to not only come back, but to come back unwell.

His heart must be broken, just like yours.

You felt guilty for lashing out at him. For getting mad. For not trusting Jeno sooner. You felt like an idiot, but it wasn’t the first time.

Things could only get better from here.

Jaemin no longer had to suffer alone, he had you to help him, comfort him, hold him. You no longer had to worry about the past, because Jaemin was right beside you, with you.

That night was the first night of many, that you fell asleep peacefully. There was no worrying, no stressing, no overthinking. Everything just seemed easier in Jaemin’s arms.

———

Thursday [7:19am]

You woke up to his alarm clock blaring. You wiped the sleep from your eyes and turned to him. Although, he wasn’t there.

Fear crept into your heart. You remembered the last time you spent the night at his house, the last night you slept beside him. The last time when he disappeared.

You threw on his slippers and raced downstairs.

Your heart eased when you saw him standing in front of the oven. That’s when you smelled something insanely strong, but delicious.

You were quiet, tiptoeing up beside him.

You debated whether you should scare him, but you thought of something better instead. You slid your arms around his waist. Your head resting on the curve of his back. He was warm. He was soft. You could feel the rise and fall of his breath, you could hear his heartbeat. You knew he was smiling.

He waddled to the fridge but you wouldn’t let go. Instead, you just walked with him.

Surprisingly enough, being with Jaemin wasn’t awkward. Being vulnerable around him wasn’t uncomfortable, hugging him out of the blue wasn’t weird. you were comfortable together. It was refreshing.

He turned around and gave you a quick peck on the forehead.

“Okay, food is ready.”

At the mention of food, you released your grip.

He put two plates down on the table. It was a full English breakfast, from black pudding to hash browns. Your mouth watered.

To your surprise, it was actually really good. Filled with amazing flavours and just delicious in general. Never did you imagine Jaemin could cook. There seemed to be a lot of things you didn’t know about him.

Whilst you were stuffing your face, he found his voice.

“I really like you y/n.”

You nearly choked. Your cheeks burned intensely. Heart beating a thousand times too fast.

“Not going to say it back?” He whined like a puppy. Too cute for his own good.

“I- uhh- I like you too.” You kept your eyes on the table, smiling nonetheless.

“Don’t go all shy on my now.” He laughed with ease.

———

You walked into school by his side, catching looks and glares all the same.

“Kiss goodbye?” Jaemin teased, trying to get you to blush. It worked.

You walked into class to see Jeno already there. As soon as you settled into your seat, you could feel his gaze settle on you.

“What happened?” he said.

You looked at him, trying not to smile, attempting not to grin. You tried to look as serious as you could. “What? Nothing.”

“You seem….happy?” A string was pulling the corner of his mouth into a smirk.

“Jaemin told you didn’t he.”

“Of course he did.” He burst into a smile and so did you. “So, congratulations?”

“Thanks Jeno. It means a lot.” You beamed a smile at him.

———

That night everyone got together for the first time in a long time. Everyone was finally together. Everything was finally peaceful.

Haechan and Lila were sitting together on the couch. Lila looked all smily and beaming. You were used to seeing Lila in relationships, but this one seemed different. She genuinely seemed to like Haechan, and a lot at that. She looked so comfortable beside him, so happy, and you couldn’t have been more excited for her.

You hadn’t told Lila or Renjun about what happened with Jaemin last night. You wanted to wait until you were all together.

Neither of them had even realised you were sitting beside Jaemin, the guy you despised not even two days ago. Renjun was completely focused on ‘Mario Kart’ which he was playing with Jeno. As for Lila, she was sitting beside Haechan, so that explained everything.

Jaemin decided to sit closer to you, but still, neither of them noticed.

Finally, he pulled you into him and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. It wasn’t enough to catch Renjun’s attention, but it was enough for Lila. She was already smiling at just one glance.

“Am I missing something?” she said, drawing Renjun from his game.

“Are we missing something?”

“Maybe…” you laughed.

“What the hell happened?” Lila couldn’t hold back.

“We’re dating?” Jaemin smiled.

“Are we?”

“Well yeah I just thought-“

“Okay yeah, we’re dating.”

Lila jumped up from her seat to run over to you. She suffocated you in a warm hug.

“I’m so happy for you. I really am.” She whispered into your ear.

Renjun put his game on pause- “See what happens when you listen to me!” He cheered.

“And me,” Jeno added.

You settled back into Jaemin’s arms. Never had you expected them to be so warm.

“Hey, Jeno…” Renjun spoke up, on the verge of tears from laughing, “Haechan and Lila are together, y/n and Jaemin. So how about you and me?” And he winked.

It sent everyone into a burst of laughter.

Looking at everyone laughing, you felt a sense of comfort tease your heart. The pieces that you thought were too small to pick up, too fragile to save, were being mended. Not alone, not by you, but by everyone, together. Everyone laughing, smiling, it repaired your heart. Looking into Jaemin’s eyes, feeling his warmth, it fixed your heart. Just being surrounded by people you loved, hanging out with people you cared for, and who cared for you, that saved your heart. That picked up all the pieces, that gave you hope.

Jaemin leaned in close, his low voice teasing your ear, “This is really nice.”

“Yeah, yeah, it is.”

“Okay, can you guys just like stop being cute for one second!” Renjun screamed, pointing at you.

“Hey! What about us!” Lila whined.

“Yeah, you too.”

———

Never could you’ve guessed who you’d end up liking. You hated Jaemin the first time you met. You still couldn’t get that coffee stain out of your blouse. You despised him for such a long time and now look at you. You remembered your ‘vow’ to never ever fall for Jaemin. Guess something’s just don’t go to plan.

It wasn’t only you who changed when you met Jaemin, he changed too. He used to be such a dick. A player, arrogant, flirtatious (kinda still is), held possibly the worst reputation. But now he’s just a romantic soft guy who you could kiss for days. Things changed, but for the better.

Jaemin pulled you from your thoughts, “So, think you can beat me?” He glanced at the game on the TV.

You looked into his dark chocolate eyes and smirked.

“Oh sweetheart, I know I can.”

———

Despite the coffee incident, you forgave him. Despite the day he pulled out his jumper, you forgave him. Despite the bet, you forgave him. Despite his words, you forgave him. Despite the pain, you forgave him. Despite everything, you forgave him.

Despite everything, you fell in love with him.

And you wouldn’t change a thing.

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a/n: Thank you guys so much for reading this, from the bottom of my heart. I hope you enjoyed every bit of it, especially the ending. It’s quite late so sorry for any grammar mistakes. It was a long road full of twists and turns, but now we’ve reached the end and I’m really sad. Anyways, thank you all for supporting my first fanfic!! Love you!!

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genre/au: fluff | teeny bit of angst (to come) | enemies to lovers | Everyone is just a clueless bunch of weirdos, you get the drill… or so you thought.

warnings: slight swearing, immature content, underage drinking

A/N: its’s my first fanfic so no judgment lol | Longer Chp | here we go~

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The look in Jaemin’s eyes was sinful. His smirk was evil. The darkness was playing tricks on you.

“This means nothing.” You blurted out, half understanding its meaning. It felt like the right thing to say, the only thing to say. Lies. He stared back with glossy eyes, face unchanging, lips bruised red.

In an instant, you turned away from him. Away from what you just did. Your mind lost in the confusion, at war with itself, heart pounding. Everything inside you stumbled to a crash the moment his lips touched yours. You knew he was still watching, as you walked off in search of fresh air. Those dark eyes intent, your insides aflame.

The music, the people, the alcohol, everything was abuzz. Everything was -too much. You needed air, to breathe at last. To breathe in something other than amber and musk and him. Your mind was clouded, hazy. You could barely think. You bumped into wandering bodies, lost in the many rooms. You had no idea how long you’d been walking, but you were ever grateful to finally spot a door. Your warm cheeks met the cold air.

Your burst out onto a decking, stars looking down on you.

Finally, there was silence. The music seemed distant. Those tempting eyes seemed faraway. Your heart began to slow. You could just about hear yourself think, but you hadn’t the slightest clue how you felt. You forgot about Jeno, Lila, Renjun, Haechan. You forgot about everyone other than Jaemin. The butterflies wasps were back, messing with your stomach. Your eyes wandered up to the sky, the stars.

The door opened behind you, but you didn’t look. The person walked over, as quiet as the night itself and placed themselves beside you. You were so caught up in your own head, you couldn’t care less who accompanied you. But your eyes, those curious fools, decided to check anyway.

He was beautiful amongst the stars, yet your heart ached.

Jeno stood there, breath steady, eyes focusing in front. You tore your eyes away from him, to your anxious hands instead. You wanted to speak, but your mouth couldn’t form the words needed. Rather, you accepted the silence, his company. And so did he.

Perhaps it was the alcohol running through your veins, or the mayhem inside your head, but you couldn’t hold back the words.

“Who was she?”

You barely whispered, hoping he might not hear you. Your words weren’t coated with envy, but interest instead. You bit your tongue for speaking. Swallowed the ache. You had no right to ask that, you were well aware, and he didn’t have a reason to answer.

He stood awhile in thought. Embracing the silence between you. Although you knew he’d answer, he was just collecting the right suit of words first. And he did reply. But not what you expected.

“Why Jaemin?”

His words were layered with spite, a chuckle hiding in his throat. You couldn’t tell him the truth, although he probably already knew. His eyes attempting to figure out the chaos inside you, impatient for an answer. But what else could you say other than nothing.

———

POV - Jaemin

———

“This means nothing.”

Those words stung more than they should have. It meant nothing to him, too. He was glad when you turned around, so he could escape your gaze. He watched you warily. But he let you go. Into the darkness.

A hand firmly gripped his shoulder, a laugh counting as praise.

“That was- how the fuck did you do that?” Haechan’s mouth dropped. His mind could barely comprehend it. “I mean like, that was y/n right? Right?”

Jaemin kept silent. It wasn’t because of him, it was because of Jeno. The kiss was fake.

“So I win the bet.” Jaemin spit out. It was less of a question, more of a statement.

Haechan shook his head, “Let’s see what he does first.”

Jeno, of course. He wouldn’t lose that easily. Jeno had a lot of people fooled, including y/n, but Jaemin always knew exactly who he was. They were friends for years, and Jaemin had never cared for his hoax before, he had never minded it. Until now.

Haechan’s body began to loosen once again to the music, his voice fading. “Cmon….drink?”

Jaemin hadn’t drunk anything yet, so gratefully he followed Haechan. The alcohol slid down his throat easily, warming his cheeks. The kiss replayed in his mind, affecting him more than it should’ve. He grabbed another drink. Alcohol always tasted best when you wanted to forget.

But forgetting never was easy.

Lila appeared beside him, grabbing another drink, chatting up a ‘magician’. Renjun soon followed.

“Ayyy mateeee-y.” He spluttered.

“Have you seen y/n?” The words were out of Jaemin’s mouth before he knew it. Before he could take them back.

“Nope-dope, arrr ya kay?” He was too drunk for his own good, so Jaemin left without a reply.

He pushed passed bodies, feeling an unusual sense of urgency. He didn’t know what he’d say or do but he just needed to find you. He checked upstairs but there was no sign. The music clouded his thoughts, or perhaps it was the alcohol. He was losing hope of finding you, fast. He dashed to the next room. He stopped. He halted.

The only thing between Jaemin and Y/n was a glass door. The only thing between Jeno and Y/n was air. But Jeno was stepping closer. What else did Jaemin expect. She never liked him, she despised him. He was a bad influence, he was bad for her, he was well aware. But he wished she saw the real side of Jeno, to show her he was also bad. To show her he was worse.

———

POV - y/n.

———

“Why Jaemin?”

You were aware he saw your kiss, but to bring it up, to be so daring. You didn’t know he had it in him. It seemed there was a lot to Jeno that you didn’t know.

His expression changed in a blink. The unfamiliar look in his eye made your heart race. He stepped closer. The dangerous charge in the air lifted the hairs on your neck. Those potent eyes studying you, and your lips.

“Am I too close?" His voice was a rasp. The sharp sounds and throaty underscores of the language from his lips made you shiver.

You kept silent. Eyes on the floor

He skimmed his knuckles up the length of your arms, fabric snagging between them. Your heart stopped. Your breath shook, and his echoed. He stepped impossibly closer and dipped his head. “And now?”

He was teasing you. He was mischievous. You lifted your chin and looked him right in the eye. Facing him and his growing desire.

“Where’s my nice guy?” You attempted. A part of you always knew he could be enticing, waiting to witness the seduction lurking inside of him, rushing through his veins. Waiting for him to show his hand. But you never could have imagined it he would be so intoxicating, so enticing. So hard to resist.

“Not here.” His voice darker than the night itself.

You wanted to ask why, but your mouth was failing you. It was as if he saw the confusion on your face, saw your mouth attempting to ask the real question on your mind. So he answered it for you.

“Because that’s what you wanted."

———

POV - Jaemin

———

They were close, too close. Jeno’s hand delicately gripping her arm. His eyes adoring her, filled with unsatisfied lust. Jaemin could see it. Jaemin could see what was going to happen, but he couldn’t look away.

He knew you were naive, but he had underestimated you. He knew you liked Jeno, but he didn’t know just how much. He waited to watch you fall prey to him, fall victim.

The party roared behind him, but it was as if he stood in silence, staring at the two of you.

No one had ever chosen Jeno instead of him. The feeling growing inside him was an unusual one. His confidence had always been sky high. His self-worth had always been too large for life. He was arrogant, conceited but that stemmed from somewhere. That stemmed from the countless girls admiring him. The amount of girls who’d look at him hoping to get a glance in return. It stemmed from the look on a girl’s face after they kissed him. Their utter delight, that sheer look in their eye.

But y/n was different. She never looked at Jaemin with hope, she never admired him. After their kiss, she walked away. She chose Jeno. Maybe that was why the stupid bet was so important.

Jaemin watched Jeno shift closer. He watched y/n lift her chin up, ever so slightly, holding his gaze. Jaemin knew what would happen next.

So he turned around.

He walked away.

———

POV - y/n

———

“Because that’s what you wanted."

You knew you wanted a good guy, you always have. But Jeno was making you doubt that. You could’ve easily fused your smile with his, easily leaned into his wrath, just as you wanted this morning. Just as you wanted now.

But this Jeno was different, this Jeno was embraced by a roguish charm. A charm you could resist. Nevertheless, your mind wandered to the girl he had kissed earlier, you remembered the desperation in his tongue, the pure desire escaping him. His eyes were inked with want. His lips taunted with attraction, desire. But you could resist. You had to resist. To give in to Jaemin was one thing, but to Jeno, you weren’t sure if you could handle that, not yet.

You tore your eyes from his and looked away.

Looked away just in time to see Jaemin divert his gaze. Turn around. Walk off. He was still a beautiful mess.

You swallowed, facing Jeno’s allure once again. His eyes bore into you. His hand grabbed yours. His warmth overpowered you. He dipped his head, his lips just a fraction away, just a breath away.

You found your voice in the dark, swallowed your cravings. “Do this sober and I’ll be impressed.”

———

You stepped back into the party, music embracing you. You spotted a dancing Lila and a wild Renjun in the next room. You waded through the sea of people to meet them.

“Y/N!!” Renjun screamed, “Twherehwaveyjou been?”

“God Lila, how much did you let him drink?”

“Don’t look at me.” she said, “It’s all Haechan.”

You sent a glare in Haechan’s direction, whilst he recorded Renjun dancing, nearly pissing himself.

You checked your phone for the first time that night. The words seemed to dance as well, but you could just about make out the time. [3:14am]

You were becoming aware of just how exhausted you actually were, and no amount of alcohol was going to get rid of it.

———

imaginey/n: care to collect moi??

sent to bestbigbro-not

@3:17am

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You gestured your head to the door, so Lila could see. She nodded in agreement. It was getting too late, and your body was lacking the energy or enthusiasm to dance some more. You had your fill of drinks and fun. You would’ve classified the party as a success, but you forgot one important detail. Or two.

———

bestbigbro-not: outside [3:24am]

———

You said your goodbye’s to Renjun and Haechan.

“Haechan, you better take care of Renjun.” Lila warned, as he winked.

bestbigbro-not: outside [3:24am]

Lila trudged to the door as you followed. Slowly, other people were leaving as well. Before you stepped outside, you gave a backward glance to the emptying crowd. In search of him. But of course, he was probably still inside partying.

———

The drive home was short and your stomach was grateful. You peeled off your outfit drenched with sweat and threw on your comfiest pyjamas. As you clambered onto your bed, Lila cleared her throat.

“So, Jeno huh?”

You paused. She laughed. “It’s okay to like someone you know.”

You did know, but what happens when the person you like turns out to be different. What happens when they’re not what you expected.

“I did like him, but now I’m not so sure.” Your voice was heavy with thought.

“Is it because of Jaemin?”

You did a double-take. Looking at her with confusion and suspicion at the same time. You kept your mouth shut, waiting for her to explain. But she didn’t. She climbed into the bed, tucking herself under the heavy duvet. Silence stretched between you both.

“Did you kiss him?” she asked, voice calm but you could tell she wanted an answer.

A mere ‘no’ slipped through your lips, quietly. Only to be heard by someone who was listening. And she was, intently.

“Oh thank God. I just heard something like that at the party, and I had to double-check. I knew you wouldn’t though. He’s trouble, bad news, everyone knows that. I mean even I wouldn’t kiss him and I’m me.”

You chuckled nervously.

You did know he was trouble and you did know he was bad news. But that didn't stop his luring, taunting eyes from finding you. That didn’t stop the butterflies from dancing in your stomach.

She whispered a good night as she rolled around.

Your heart sank, as your replaying thoughts cradled you to sleep.

———

Sunday [4:09pm]

You spent most of Saturday in bed reading or watching Netflix (so productive), and Sunday playing video games. You barely looked at your phone since the party. You saw a message or two from Lila, an apology from Renjun for his ‘drunk and retarded self’ and one message from Jeno which you ignored. Well, you didn’t even read it let alone look at it.

The rain outside kept you company, and you did anything to stop thinking about the party. You didn’t regret what happened, you just wanted to forget.

You were playing ‘Skyrim’ when Lila walked into your apartment.

“You’re not answering any of my messages!” she whined.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not answering anyone’s messages.”

She plopped down beside you, entertained by the dragon you were fighting on the screen, until she pulled herself back into reality. She grabbed the controller out of your hands in one big swoop.

“Hey! I was so close to killing that stupid dragon!”

“Look, Renjun is hosting a game night tonight, coming?”

You knew socialization would be good for you at this stage, and if it included games then that’s an obvious plus.

You let out a reluctant, “Fine.” whilst snatching back your controller.

“Good,” she began, quirking her eyebrows, “now show me how to play.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her eagerness.

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[6:53pm]

In the end, Lila killed the dragon, which disappointed your pride. But knowing that you got the chance to beat her ass in Mario Kart helped you recover.

Ten gave you both a lift to Renjun’s in return for letting him borrow Skyrim. It was a not so fair deal.

Lila opened the door, ushering you in first. You walked in cautiously, only to find your worst nightmare before you.

Haechan waved at you, while Jeno sent a smile your way.

Before Lila could close the door, you bolted back out.

“What the fuck are they doing here?” It was an understatement to say you were panicking. Never could you have imagined Jeno and Haechan both sitting casually in Renjun’s house. Never.

“I thought it would be a nice surprise. See Jeno?”

“First of all I H-A-T-E surprises and second of all, I do not like Jeno.”

She winked at you, then proceeded to literally push you into the house. “Love you too hun.”

You dragged yourself awkwardly over to the group and perched on the empty couch. Jeno looked as smiley and pure as he did last week, but you would never forget his daring self, his roguish side, those enticing, dark eyes. You wouldn’t be fooled twice. Sweat gathered in your palms, as you avoided his heavy gaze.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Haechan spoke first.

“Right back at you.”

They were all gathered around the tv playing Mario Kart: Renjun’s favourite game, although he can’t play. Jeno and Renjun must have bonded at the party because you swore you’ve never seen them even talk before. Haechan and Lila were the first to play against each other. They sat too close together for comfort. She looked back at you, smiling effortlessly. You sent her a wink.

Jeno sat up beside you. Your heart raced and he didn’t even have to say anything. You didn’t what you wanted to say to him, but you knew that you didn’t want the conversation to last long.

“Hey, look I—”

“Let’s just forget about the party.” You interrupted. Assured in your words, for once. Whatever overcame Jeno at the party was a mix of alcohol, adrenaline and cravings. Just not for you.

“I don’t want to.”

Your breath shook. He too, was confident.

“I won’t forget about it. And I know you won’t either.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Your voice wrapped in a smirk, “You had me deceived, I thought you were innocent.” You were playing coy, trying to rise him, elicit a reaction.

His dark eyes met yours, “I’m not all you think I am. And don’t act like you’re so innocent either. I saw the look in your eye.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his audacity, at what even just happened. He stood up, and whatever had just overpowered him, he swallowed. “Would you like a drink dear y/n.” It was as if he was at war with himself over two different sides.

“There’s my nice guy.” You chuckled, playing along.

He began to walk away when you called after him, “Yes please!”

Things were turning out to be okay after all. You were actually able to joke with Jeno instead of avoid him.

‘Maybe his new side is better after all.’

You turned to Renjun, joining him in a debate about ‘Far Cry 5′ when you heard the door click behind you. You didn’t dare turn, but the ache in your lower stomach sent out a warning. Your body awakened at his hand on your shoulder. The blood racing throughout you, memories torturing your mind.

“I’m finally here.” His voice was a rasp, teasing you.

He pulled Renjun in for a man hug and tousled Haechan’s hair.

‘Since when were he and Renjun friends?’

He turned to you. Looking at you all of you, with all of him. He sauntered over, plopping himself by your side. He inched secretly closer, but you were well aware. You dragged your eyes to his. He contained the essence of chaos, hair disheveled, eyes heavy with lack of sleep. His gaze empty, but dark. That same smirk taunted his soft lips, and your body remembered how they felt crashing against yours. He was wearing that same black shirt you wore at his house.

It was hard to forget.

His eyes were dangerous, the perfect weapon. They were a trap, and you were a fool. He searched your gaze, eyes black beneath his hooded lids, dark lashes brushing the tops of his cheeks.

“Miss me, princess?” At least Jaemin was still the same flirtatious dick as always.

You didn’t know what overwhelmed you; “Call me that one more time, and see what happens.”

Silence absorbed the room, forcing you to turn away.

“Tut-tut-tut.” Haechan began, staring at you as he shook his head, “And what do we have here?”

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See you next time -> Sunday 27th xx

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Love you loads <3

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pairing: Nct Dream x Reader [female]

genre/au: fluff | angst | enemies to lovers | Everyone is just a clueless bunch of weirdos, you get the drill… or so you thought.

warnings: slight swearing, immature content, underage drinking

A/N: its’s my first fanfic so no judgment lol | here we go~

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His words were sharper than a blade, more direct than an arrow, and they were aimed at you. They hit the target; your heart. You felt them sink in, you heard your breath hitch. You could almost feel the blood leak out, leaving a bruise across your chest. Your breath now shallow, heartbeat slow. But that wasn’t enough, it was never enough. You felt his words wrap around your beating organ like a snake, imprisoning it. And then compress it, crush it, until it cracked, shattered into pieces too small to pick up, too frail to save. His words were chosen to hurt you, and they did. But they did more than just that, they damaged you.

Your heart ached, you froze, soaking in the embarrassment like a sponge. Jaemin didn’t even spare you a backward glance as he walked away from you, from what he said. He saw your smile fade, he watched your hope fall, and he chose to walk away. Someone’s hands were squeezing the air out of your lungs, gripping your throat. A tear threatened to fall as your lips trembled. He was cruel. He never changed. He was always the narcissistic cold person who spilled coffee on you and apologised with pick up line. People like that never change. It was too easy to forget his true self, too simple to neglect his reputation. One that you never truly believed in. Until now.

You were trapped in memories, in emotions and you couldn’t escape. As if drowning in water.

You just stood there, staring at the steps where he sat just moments before, at the door where he turned his back on you, at yourself in the reflection of the moonlight. Your shadow, as pathetic as you had imagined. One tear finally escaped your eyelashes, rolling silently off the curve of your lip. Your eyes began to water, fill up with anger and hatred and despair.

You remembered the girl, the one with effortless hair and beautiful dress. The one who’s eyes only saw Jaemin, filled with affection and longing. An ache tugged at your insides, begging you to turn away. But you couldn’t. You remembered his words, smothered in a callousness you had never heard before. Words that you begged him to take back. Words that you never wanted to hear again.

You remembered his face.

The one you wished to erase, but never could. The one etched in the darkest part of your brain. His appeal, his perfection flawlessly captured. A face you hadn’t seen in a long time, one you missed. But now, thinking of it, thinking of him, you felt sick. Disgusted by him, by yourself. For actually thinking he cared, for believing he could possibly like you back.

Just moments before you had accepted your feelings which you had swallowed, hushed in the past. Just moments earlier you were filled with an immense sense of hope. But you should’ve known better. Your stupidity was the cause of this. You let this happen. And that foolishness sickened you.

You tore your gaze from the door, from the past, and faced the worn path home.

Falling into the arms of your bed felt nothing like Jaemin’s, but you would never admit it. Embraced by the duvet, you felt weak for once, overwhelmed by fatigue. A worn-out heart, mind, tired of caring. It’s better not to care, but it’s easier said than done. You dared to endeavor a positive outlook, as you stared at the ceiling. You tried an optimistic approach. You attempted to comfort yourself by saying ‘it’s okay’, but it was Jaemin. You wanted nothing more than to hide under the blanket forever. Maybe that should’ve been your birthday wish and not ‘for Jaemin to come back to school’.

Your eyes wandered to the book on the dresser. The ‘goodbye gift’ as he called it. You were curious as to what he wrote, but you couldn’t bear to open it. You wouldn’t let yourself open it. You had too much of Jaemin already today.

And soon enough, you fell into the arms of sleep instead. Wrapped in a peaceful slumber. Where your mind couldn’t think and your heart couldn’t beg.

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Wednesday [8:15]

Waking up was the easiest part of the day, because for that split second, that moment right before you breathed, you forgot. You forgot everything. And it was peaceful. It was great. It almost tricked you into thinking the day would be okay, but you were tricked before. You wouldn’t fall for it again. You learned your lesson.

You didn’t tell anyone what happened last night. Not even Lila or Renjun. If you said it aloud maybe the pain would be worse, perhaps the ache would pull you apart instead. To relive that by saying it aloud, would be torture. To actually hear yourself explaining how pathetic you are to someone else, would be agony. So you kept it to yourself because there was no other option than to suffer alone.

“Uhh y/n, DC or Marvel?”

“Wh-what?” you said. Renjun pulling you from the prison of your thoughts.

“DC or Marvel?”

“Oh, Marvel, for sure.”

“Good.” he laughed, “Everyone agrees apart from Haechan.”

“It’s not my fault Batman is a legit legend!” Haechan whined.

You caught Jeno’s gaze, one that was as enticing as it was affectionate. It was a familiar gaze, one you had held on the porch the night of Haechan’s party. Although it was familiar, it was different. He looked as if he was surveying the deepest parts of you, but at the same time admiring them. You held his gaze, not backing away, but something felt different. Something similar to longing stretched between you both. It twisted a part of you the longer you held it.

And then a familiar voice drew your eyes away, and you held your breath instead.

There he was, glowing, daring to smile, eyes locked with yours.

He was standing in the distance surrounded by a growing crowd of mainly girls. His hair was tousled, his shirt wasn’t tucked in. He looked like he just woke up, bags draining the colour from his face, but he was smiling. He looked happy.

Jaemin.

You had got your wish, but it didn’t feel so good.

He broke your gaze and pushed himself through the crowd. He started walking, walking towards you. It felt like it did at Haechan’s party, just the two of you amongst the chaos, surrounded by a crowd. As he got closer and closer you begged him to stop. Begged him to turn around, to walk away just as he did last night. But it was too late.

His hand gripped Jeno’s shoulder, but his eyes were on you.

Although you couldn’t face him. Not after what he did.

“Jaemin!?” Jeno gasped, eyes wide but soon jumping up to pull him into a man hug. “Where the hell have you been?”

Haechan soon got up and gave him a full hug, Renjun after that.

“I just took some time off.” He said, eyes still focused on you.

It turned your stomach to look him in the eye, to hear him speak. It hurt to watch him laugh. His presence sickened you, but you still wanted to wrap your arms around him and fuse your lips with his. You still wanted to kiss the pain away.

Lila even got up to give Jaemin an awkward side hug. Once she sat down, all eyes were on you. Watching. Waiting.

But Jaemin knew you weren’t going to get up, he didn’t want you to, that you were aware of. So he sat down beside Renjun before you could even think about standing up to hug him. Even from there, his scent, the amber, overwhelmed you.

You faded in and out of memories, of wants.

You tried to swallow the growing lump in your throat, the reminder of last night. Butterflies were eating into your stomach. Your heart rate was rising. When his eyes glanced over to you, when they skimmed over your features, your breath would shake, your heart would flutter.

He was becoming a liability, your liability, and you hated it. You hated every ounce of it, of him. He affected you in ways no other had, he did something to you, he ruined you. Only fools fall for someone like him, only fools ignore the warnings, and god are you one fool.

As he was laughing, smiling, you wondered if he even remembered last night. If he even remembered the words he used too easily.

‘I warned you.’

The words rung in your ears, stung goosebumps to your skin. They screamed at you. Louder than silence itself. They pierced through you, belittling you. Making you feel small and weak. You did think he cared, a part of you did. You did miss him, a part of you did. A part of you liked him, fell vulnerable to his charm. But another part of you wanted to yell at him, yell at him for making you feel that way; small and stupid. A part of you wanted to make him say sorry, and another part wanted to ignore him.

But regardless, he stayed on your mind. He affected you. He hurt you. He made you feel special. He bruised you. He made you smile. He did so much to you, too much. He messed with your emotions, played with your heart, but every time you caught his eye you saw hope. You saw yourself in his reflection and you almost looked happy.

But you couldn’t forgive him, you couldn’t let go. Not this time.

‘I was warned and God I wish I listened.’

Knowing you’d have to see him every day, have to hear his voice, was the worst part. If he wasn’t in you could at least focus on your work, ignore what happened. But seeing his face daily, reliving that night every time you met his glance, was torture.

Because he didn’t care, not one bit.

It was clear he had told no one about it either, for there was no awkwardness. He was grinning, everyone was laughing. It was just you, who felt a surge of uncomfortableness settle around your throat.

Jeno cleared his throat, gathering your attention.

“Hey, y/n,” he started, “can we talk?”

He gathered everyone’s attention as well, as they all looked on in curiosity. Haechan gave him a discreet wink, but you saw it. And so did Jaemin for that matter. You tried not to look at him, but his frown caught your glance. His eyebrows were furrowed, jaw clenched.

‘Was he annoyed?’

It almost acted as an incentive, an encouragement to stand up after Jeno. You followed him out the door. Once you were in the hall, out of sight, his smile turned serious.

“You okay?” he said, “You seem quite out of it.”

Your response was too quick; “Yeah I’m just tired.”

He lowered his head, staring right at you, eyes soft and understanding. “I know about it.”

“About what?” you snapped.

His eyes fixated on the floor as he spoke, “The whole Jaemin thing.”

“He told you huh?” You felt even more betrayed than you had yesterday.

“Just don’t jump to conclusions okay, he didn’t mean i—”

“Stop right there. I don’t need any more advice Jeno.” Your voice was calm, but inside you was a raging fire, “Your last advice turned out to be wrong, it made a fool out of me.”

“Look ju-“

“I have looked, I have listened, and look at me now.”

His cheeks flushed a shade of pink, his eyes still focused on the floor.

The bell rang. You could tell he had more to say, but you left him, regardless. You spun around the corner back into the cafeteria. But something got in the way. Someone, got in the way.

You spun right into your worst nightmare.

Your face collided with Jaemin’s chest. Your arms gripped his jacket for stability.

You fell into his arms.

You stopped breathing. Not even daring to move. You could’ve stayed there, perhaps forever. But that wasn’t an option.

You felt his hands loosen their grip, begin to let go. You could tell he hesitated. His movement brought you back to reality. You pushed yourself from his clutch, from his warmth. The warmth that taunted you, teased your heart.

Tentatively, you drew your gaze up, taking in all of him as if you were breathing in air. Until your gaze met his. You looked directly into his eyes, so closely, for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. They sparkled with fading starlight. They twinkled with hope. The same hope that suffocated you. He looked at you with such intimacy, such vehemence.

You took a step back, away from the intensity.

Eyes now glued to the floor, you walked right past him, without another word. Your shoulder collided with his as you pushed past. Finally, he was the one left standing alone.

———

[7:23]

Ten came home late, busting in the door as usual.

“I’m home,” he said.

“Really? I’d never guess.”

“Haw haw, oh, by the way, someone’s outside looking for you.”

“For me?” you asked.

He nodded his head, gesturing to the door.

You leaped up from the couch and headed for the door. You would’ve thought it was Renjun, but Ten knew Renjun. You unlocked the door cautiously, just in case.

You opened it to see a pale Jeno standing in the middle of the empty hallway.

“Y/n..” he began, but you stopped him before he could continue. You weren’t even surprised to see him at this point, many random people had just shown up at your house that you weren’t even fazed.

“Follow me.”

You lead him into your room. The hallway was too cold and too familiar to talk. Your bedroom had more security, more privacy. Ten didn’t even take a double glance as you lead a boy into your room.

You took a seat on your bed, but he stayed standing, looking at you full on.

“Okay,” he sighed, “You don’t have to believe me, but I need to tell you.”

You just offered a nod in response.

“Jaemin’s a good guy y/n.” before you could scoff, he continued, “I know you don’t agree but he has his reasons.”

“Like what?”

“I just- I can’t tell you. He has to tell you himself, it’s not my place. Just please, don’t jump to conclusions.”

“Conclusions about what? Tell me Jeno.”

He hesitated for a moment, “…I can’t. I really can’t.”

You looked him in the eye, a chuckle rising, “Then why’d you come?”

“I need to know something, and you have to be honest.”

“What is it?”

“Do you have feelings for Jaemin?” He said it so abruptly you almost choked on air.

“I-I don-“ But that split second of hesitation told him all he needed to know.

Even just by the look on your face he knew. The spark in your eye that lit up at the sound of his name, the softness of your expression. He told you before, ‘you’re face thought before you did.’

“It’s okay y/n. It’s okay to like someone.”

“But it’s not Jeno, it’s not okay to like someone like Jaemin. I shouldn’t. I can’t.”

But he never saw his expression in the mirror, he never saw his tell signs. He never witnessed the way he glanced at the floor or the way his eyes dimmed when you admitted it.

“What’re you not telling me?” you asked.

All that he offered was silence amidst the tension.

“Jeno, What is it?…Jeno?” You prodded.

Until he exploded, “I might like you y/n! Okay? Happy?”

Your heart dropped. Stomach turned.

“Oh, Jeno…”

“No, listen. It’s okay. It truly is. You have feelings for Jaemin and that’s great. He deserves someone to like him, to truly care for him. After all, he’s been through, he deserves that. He needs that.”

“But Jeno I-“

“Listen y/n, I know you don’t like me back, I’ve accepted it. I’ve dealt with it. Can we please just move on from this?”

You needed a second to digest everything. So the guy you had liked for ages likes you back, but only after you’ve moved on. That’s when you tasted the true cruelty of fate. That’s when you saw it. He cared about you, it was obvious, from the thought he put into your gifts, to the way he looked at you.

But you didn’t care about him in the same way. It disappointed your heart, twisted your stomach. Although despite his feelings, he helped you with Jaemin, he encouraged it. You understood how much courage that must’ve taken. Jeno wasn’t lying to you, you knew that now.

‘Perhaps I should trust him after all.’

The silence invaded once again.

“So you like me huh?” you laughed, attempting a joke after the tension was released.

“Don’t get big-headed on me now okay?” His smile was enough to assure you everything truly was okay. The genuine broad grin that showed his teeth, the speck of naturalness in his eyes.

“So we’re cool? Friends again?” he asked.

“Definitely.”

“And please trust me, Jaemin is a good guy. I know it.”

“Okay. Thank you.” you smiled back.

———

That night you had not one, but two guys on your mind.

The ‘what-if’s’ with Jeno crept in, making you doubt your feelings. Making you uncertain about your choice. But then the anger that you felt towards Jaemin came in like a cloud that fogged your decisions. No, there was no decision. You had made that a long time ago.

But you doubted if you could ever honestly forgive Jaemin. For the words he spoke. For the glance he spared. And the girl, you had no idea how to digest that. All the ‘if’s and buts’ just confused you further. So far that the only thing that could save you, free you, was the abyss that was sleep.

———

Thursday [3:14]

Your plan today was to avoid Jaemin in order to think things through, to consider your thoughts. But as you well know, not everything goes to plan.

- - -

Final class of the day was Biology, and funnily enough, it was your favourite.

Thankfully there was no awkwardness between Jeno and you, just pure platonic friendship. You were worried that it would affect things, affect your friendship. Although nothing had changed, it was exactly the same; filled with bad jokes and lots of laughter. You knew it was because he was okay. You knew he was, and that eased your heart and your mind. Jeno had become one of your closest friends, one that you couldn’t bear to lose.

You took your seat at the very back. You had no friends in this class, so you could actually study and learn. No distractions. As you pulled out your books, you heard the class hush. Everyone quiet apart from one distinct voice. You couldn’t help but look up. And of course, as the cruel fate would have it, there he stood.

As you popped your head up, Jaemin looked right at you. The cruel curve of his smile almost bending into a smirk. His eyes sharp.

He was talking with the teacher, who was gesturing towards you. And then he started to walk down the center aisle of the class. All the girls holding their breaths, waiting, hoping. However, you were begging for him to not be your new lab partner.

He stopped beside your desk, the smug look on his face told you otherwise, and he took the seat right beside you. He looked as if nothing had ever happened. You would love to take a look inside his brain and figure him out, hear what he’s thinking. Because while you’re imprisoned by a cage of awkwardness, he’s grinning and smirk like never before.

He pulled his seat a fraction closer to you, but you could hear it. All eyes settled on you, a mix of jealousy and anger plastered on the girls’ faces. You just kept your eyes ahead, staring at the board.

Until he leaned in closer, his scent wafting through the air. You turned to catch his eye, staring at you with such intent, such severity, it could ignite something inside of you. The ache returned, threatening to pull apart by the thread. You outlined the curve of his lips. And he opened them to utter such quiet words that you could’ve easily missed, so hushed they almost blended in with the silence. So soft, you wondered if he said them at all.

“I didn’t mean it.”

Your heart almost gave out right then and there. Because despite the coffee incident, you forgave him. Despite the day he pulled out his jumper, you forgave him. Despite the bet, you forgave him. Despite everything, you forgave him.

And despite everything, you still fell for him.

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a/n: I hope you liked it!! You’re probably wondering how does Jeno like y/n, but if you notice how he looks at her and all, you’ll see it :) This is the second last chapter, so yes, ‘Sweet Like Coffee’ is coming to an end. And no I’m not crying. Jaemin finally broke the silence, but was it just y/n’s imagination or was it true. Did he mean it? And also what the hell did he write in the book? All will be revealed next chapter. Stay tuned!

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See you soon -> Tuesday 19th xx

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genre/au: fluff | angst | enemies to lovers | Everyone is just a clueless bunch of weirdos, you get the drill… or so you thought.

warnings: slight swearing, immature content, underage drinking

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You read the words over and over again until you couldn’t bear it. But your eyes wouldn’t leave the screen. Embarrassment kissed a blush to your cheeks. How could you ever face him again, after that? You didn’t even want to try and understand your meaning, your mentality. You just wanted to forget it, forget your words. The words that weren’t even true, you knew, you hoped.

Your confidence to say those words surprised you, but still, you’d give anything to take them back. The worst part of it all was knowing that he saw it. There was no hoping he didn’t, or praying he had his phone off. He saw it. He knew. And you couldn’t take that back. The embarrassment, the humiliation, you couldn’t stop them from overpowering you. At that moment you wanted nothing more than to hide in a pile of blankets, bury yourself in a book, and escape reality.

A grunt from Lila tore your eyes away.

“What’s that?” She was staring right at your phone, right at his name.

You dropped it onto the bed, “Uhh nothing.”

“Did I just see Jaemin’s name on your phone?”

“No. Nope.”

“Did it just read ‘I miss you’?”

“Don’t think so…”

“Y/n….”

“Well, you kissed Haechan!” It was the only thing you could think of.

“What’re you on about?” Her voice up an octave. You could see her smile building.

“What the fuck did we do last night.” She held her face in her hands, laughing. Or crying. Maybe both. She must’ve been confused as well. She peered through her fingers to look at you.

“You’re situation is still worse.”

“No shit Sherlock.” You joined in on the laugh.

You took out your phone again, reluctantly. Your eyes caught glimpse of your words once again before you pressed ‘delete’. You needed to forget. Perhaps the more you looked at it, the greater the chance you might trick yourself into believing it, believing the words. Maybe the more you read it, the easier it was to fall for your hearts trick.

“Just try to forget about it.” Lila said.

“I will.”

———

Monday [2:11pm]

It was safe to say, you didn’t forget about it, any of it. It rung inside your ears daily. You suffocated in the memory of your words, in his response - silence. There was no point in telling Renjun because nothing could save you from that, nothing could bring you back. It was your own mistake, your own humiliation, and you had to deal with it. That was the first day you were glad Jaemin wasn’t in. You were glad you didn’t hear him run in late for class, or catch his eye in the hall. You were grateful you didn’t see him. It allowed you to relax.

“Hello? Earth to y/n” Renjun said whilst waving a hand in front of your face.

He pulled you back from your daydream, brought you back to reality. It was just you, Renjun and Lila sitting at the cafeteria table

“What’re you doing for tomorrow?”

“What’re happening tomorrow?” You replied.

Renjun rolled his eyes, “Uhm your birthday.”

You never imagined you’d become so forgetful that you’d forget your own birthday. You’d probably need a Facebook reminder to remember it. Your mind has been so swamped lately. Confused and embarrassed and everything under the sun.

“How am I the one to remember your birthday?” Renjun laughed. “So what you gonna do?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know, nothing?”

Renjun let out a huge sigh, shaking his head. He almost couldn’t believe it. Stuck in thought attempting to comprehend the fact that you don’t want to do something special for your birthday. To you, a birthday was just another day of the year. It would be nice to hang out with friends, sure, but you didn’t need to. You would be just as fine chilling at home.

“We’re doing something.” He slammed his hands onto the table, a fire in his eyes, “Let me plan it.”

He looked so excited, how could you say no. “Fine,” you sighed, “but I’m warning you, don’t go overboard.”

Renjun never mastered simplicity. He was always extra, in everything he did, especially when it came to planning. But you loved it anyway.

———

Tuesday [5:48pm]

Ten said your present was on the way, but you knew he forgot.

You were grateful for Renjun hosting your birthday party because you couldn’t imagine putting the effort into it yourself. You were worried that it would be extravagance at its finest, and you didn’t even know who was going to be there. But you were grateful nonetheless. Walking up the steps, you wondered if Jaemin knew it was your birthday, you wondered if he cared.

But you waved that thought off fast, as the door opened for you. Renjun stood in the doorway, a birthday balloon in his hand.

“Good evening y/n.” he smiled.

“Hello Renjun.”

He passed you the balloon, and led you into the sitting room.

He turned down his extravagance just for you. There were a few balloons and party decorations scattered around the room, and music softly playing in the background. You noticed Lila sitting down. And all of a sudden, it was the trio once again. Nostalgia warmed your heart. But with the addition of Jeno and Haechan who were walking in with food, lots of food.

You remembered the bet, that awful bet. But you couldn’t hate it, you didn’t regret it. If it wasn’t for the bet you would never be there. It was the bet that brought you all together, surrounded by old friends and new ones. Surrounded by friends who cared.

There was already so much food on the table, but Haechan added delivered pizza to it anyways. Jeno was carrying drinks. There was a board game laid out on the table.

“I know I’ve banned monopoly, but this is a special occasion,” Renjun said.

He banned monopoly for good reason too. You tend to become overly competitive when monopoly is involved, you couldn’t help it. You may have just maybe hit Renjun across the face when he cheated. He forgave you, but it took a while.

You pulled Renjun in for a hug.

You had never appreciated him more than at that moment. You were so touched you could nearly cry.

“Nice gesture, but I don’t feel safe around monopoly anymore.” you said as you let go. You lost control around monopoly. You couldn’t deny it.

“Oh thank god. And you don’t feel safe? I’m the one that got hit!”

“Whatever whatever, but we’re not playing Mario Kart.”

“Don’t do this to me y/n, I just got better.” Renjun began to whine.

“Mario Bros?”

“I guess it is your birthday.” He tried to pout but ended up laughing instead. “Mario Bros it is.”

Before you could sit down to play, Jeno pulled you back by the hood.

“I didn’t forget.” he said. A book in his hand. “It’s the second part to the last one I gave you.”

“Did you underline your favourite parts?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“Only for you.”

“Thank you Jeno.”

Haechan joined in, “I didn’t know what to get you, so I got you the one thing I know you love.” He handed you a set of coffee capsules.

“But I don’t own a coffee machine…”

“Just like- just open them up? No?”

“No Haechan but thanks for the effort.”

“Anytime y/n.” He smiled that innocent smile.

Lila swore she would give you her present tomorrow, and Renjun said the party was his gift to you.

All you guys did all night was play video games, ate pizza and chilled. But it was perfect. You couldn’t have asked for anything more. It was relaxing, and casual, and just what you wanted. You doubted how well Renjun knew you.

But something strange happened when you were watching them play.

Everyone was laughing, smiling. You joined in but something was pulling you back, isolating you. You were with everyone, but you felt alone. It was an emptiness growing inside you, harassing your emotions, pestering your mind. You tried to swallow it, but it was consuming you and your thoughts. You noticed Jaemin’s absence for the hundredth time that night, you could feel it.

You remembered the weight of his gaze, the look in his eye. You wished to smell the amber and musk once more, or to see the curl of his smirk. You craved to see him, to feel him. His absence was becoming too much. You were remembering, wishing too much. Your mind was a mess, your smile was dismantling, and Lila was beginning to notice. Her eyes analysed you. She realised.

“Do you want a drink y/n?” she called you out.

“Sure.”

You followed her out to the kitchen, until she stopped.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“I just can’t forget about it.”

A chuckle escaped her mouth, “is that it?” She knew there was more.

You paused, hesitated, “I just can’t forget about him. Like what if it’s true? What if I miss him? Hell what if I like him? No I don’t, I can’t. I just I-“

“Stop spiralling. Breath.”

You took in some air. And then she hit you with the facts.

“You know Jaemin has a bad rep. You know he’s arrogant and cocky.”

“Jeno was like that.” you interrupted.

“But Jeno is different. Jeno has changed. Jeno didn’t disappear. You know Jaemin can be such a prick, you know that, but you don’t know much more about him.”

But she didn’t know Jaemin like you did. She didn’t know how close you two got, she didn’t know what happened. Lila didn’t feel the warmth and comfort when he wrapped his arms around you. She didn’t hear the hitch in his voice when he brought up his father. She didn’t see the vulnerability in his dark eyes when he basked beneath the moonlight. She didn’t understand.

“He’s bad news y/n, I’m saying this because I care for you. Just, try not to overthink everything, let your mind rest. He probably didn’t even take notice of the message.”

Those words hurt more than they should’ve, affected you more than they were meant to.

You took another deep breath and turned around. As you were walking back, Lila coughed, loudly. You heard a light switch click. And suddenly everything went silent. You stopped just before the door, but Lila pushed you from behind.

The room was dark, you couldn’t see anything. A flame grew in the darkness, flickering. And that’s when you saw it. The candle, the cake, everyone.

“Happy Birthday~” they began to sing.

You were comforted by the smiles on their faces, just by them being there. That was the first birthday where you weren’t embarrassed when everyone sang ‘happy birthday’. You had no reason to be embarrassed. You just enjoyed it.

Soon enough Renjun was holding the cake in front of you. The flicker of the flame taunted you. So you blew it out. Darkness cascaded around you. Everyone began to cheer.

And right there, in the midst of darkness, you made your wish.

———

The isolation you felt disappeared as you walked home.

But still, Jaemin popped into your head, flooded it. You wondered what he was doing, who he was with. All these questions yet you knew they would never be answered. It was becoming easier to think of him, think about him. You felt your grip loosen over your control, over your power. But whilst it was getting easier to wonder about him, it was getting harder to forget. About everything.

Before you entered your apartment, you noticed something was off. Something had been shoved into your mailbox, in a rush. You walked over and attempted to pull it out, but it was stuck. By the time you got it out, the wrapping paper had been torn off.

But it revealed something beautiful.

It was a book. The book you read with Jaemin, in his library, under the light of the moon.

A flurry of memories hit you. But warmed your heart as well. He remembered. He remembered it was your birthday. He remembered what book you read. He remembered you. A sense of urgency raced through your heart. Despite his disappearance, he made sure to give you a birthday present, he tried. Your heart fluttered. A burning desire ignited inside of you. A craving that you couldn’t get rid of. You had to do something. You had to thank him.

You started walking. You had no idea what you were going to say, but you had to say something. You had enough of his silence. Enough of his disappearance. You started to run. You forgot about your message, about his reputation. You forgot about everything, except for his face. His eyes, his smile, his hair. You had been suppressing feelings you always knew were there.

You hated Jaemin at the start, and maybe that’s why you hated your feelings. You hated that you cared, you hated how you noticed his absence, you hated how he had an effect on you. You were becoming like all the other girls, victim to his charm, fallen prey to his lure. But you didn’t care. Not anymore.

You witnessed pain on his face, you saw a part of him he kept hidden, you knew him. You were sure. He was good. You were sure.

You could only run so far before you arrived, standing in front of his house. It was dark, but you could always spot Jaemin. Your heart warmed.

He was sitting on the steps, head in his hands, the darkness embracing him.

You took one step closer. Still catching your breath.

He looked up, and you looked into his eyes for the first time in ages. You forgot how his features were carved by Aphrodite herself, how his eyes held all the stars in the sky. You forgot how intense his gaze was, how hard it was to hold. You forgot how good he looked. You let out a shaky sigh. He didn’t even seem surprised to see you.

“What’re you doing here?” he said. Voice empty, monotone, dead.

You just held up the book.

“Did you think I forgot?” There was no emotion behind his words.

“Yes.”

He looked down, letting out a soft chuckle.

“Look, y/n, you need to go.” Whatever amusement filled his voice before was gone.

“Where the hell have you been? What’s wrong?” you couldn’t hold back.

“You just need to leave.”

“Why?”

He stood up and began to close the space between you.

“I don’t have to explain myself.”

“If all you were going to do was tell me to leave why’d you give me a present? Why give me this book? You knew I’d come, so why?”

There was tension strained between you both. He took one last step closer. You looked up at him. The darkness in his eyes consumed you.

“If you read it you would’ve realised. It was a goodbye gift.”

“Are you going somewhere?”

“No. But I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what Jaemin? Make sense.”

“Your message? I can’t do that. I can’t reply to that. I know you know about the bet. That’s what this was. That’s why I kissed you. That’s why I tried. Did you really think I cared about you?”

You took a step back, shuddering at his words. He was different, he was cruel. It was becoming hard to breathe, his scent suffocating. You were drowning in your memories, in his words.

He leaned in close, so close you could almost kiss him. And he spoke in that low, husky voice:

“I told you you were going to regret this. I warned you.”

Before you could look him in the eyes, before you could respond, before you could breathe, you heard the door click. A girl came out, wearing a dress filled with roses, hair neatly did, makeup perfect. She was perfect. And she was staring right at Jaemin.

“Are you coming in?” she called out, not even sparing you a glance.

“Yeah, yeah I am.”

And he turned his back on you and he walked away.

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a/n: Jaemin has changed, clearly. What happened to him? Who is that girl? What did he write inside the book? Hope you liked it!!

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See you soon -> Thursday 14th xx

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pairing: Nct Dream x Reader [female]

genre/au: fluff | teeny bit of angst | enemies to lovers | Everyone is just a clueless bunch of weirdos, you get the drill… or so you thought.

warnings: slight swearing, immature content, underage drinking

A/N: its’s my first fanfic so no judgment lol | Longer Chp | here we go~

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You analysed his words all night. Replaying them in your head. Noticing every facial movement, every pull at his lips, every dent in his voice. Until it became too much. You thought of every scenario, every situation, and everyone was worse than the other. Your head was filled with too much, you thought it would explode. Sleep was the least of your worries that night. Jaemin and Jeno were best friends, of course he was in on it. It was an understatement to say you felt pathetic. It filled the void in your heart, consumed the ache inside you, delved in each crack and crevasse on your body.

But there was also rage.

Anger stemming from your own stupidity. You felt it. You devoured it.

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Tuesday [8:37am]

You had been composed when Jeno told you yesterday, told you there was a bet. You held it in. But this morning, you weren’t feeling so polite. You were prepared to unleash your temper. You were craving an argument. You craved the truth. And you had expected to ask Jeno, but Haechan caught your eye first.

“Haechan,” you called him over to your desk, “we need to talk.”

He walked over, obliging. You just hoped he’d be so compelled to answer your question.

A smile on his face, he sat down on the chair in front. “You okay?”

You took a deep breath.

You noticed the way Haechan looked at Lila, you saw him at the game night, you knew. And so you played your cards right.

“I heard about the bet.” It slipped easily.

His face grew pale, eyes wide. Jeno clearly didn’t tell him.

“W-what? What bet?” He stuttered.

“Look,” you began, voice cold, “I know about Lila.”

His eyes changed. He realised. He analysed you. Tested your words. “Lila?”

You almost smiled; “As someone once said to me, ‘I’ve seen the way your eyes focus on her.’”

A laugh grew in his throat, he bit his lip to stop a smile. He played the game.

“The bet. What about it?”

———

He told you everything.

How it started when Jeno sat beside you. When you spilled coffee on Jaemin.

How Haechan had dared to say ‘She would never fall for either of you.’

How Jeno had said, “You wanna bet?”

How Jaemin had agreed.

How competitive they both were.

How long it had lasted.

How stupid it was.

Yet how they both played anyway.

That was the real game. The truth you had craved. That was what was happening behind your back, behind your heart. That was why they talked to you. That’s why they got to know you. That’s what your friendship was built on. No, it’s not friendship, it’s lies. That’s why Jaemin’s lips crashed against yours and that’s why he brought you to his house, that’s why everything happened. That’s why Jeno asked you out. That’s why he was with someone else.

Because this was a game. This was a joke.

Insecurity blurred your vision, your embarrassment overpowered you. They won. He won. And you had just realised it.

You wanted to get sick. Your face pale. Hands cold. You were suffocating in your own stupidity. Drowning in your own pity. You were used, and you let them.

‘I should’ve known that smile was a trick, I should’ve known he was acting, I should’ve known better, I should’ve known.'

You thought your legs would give way any second, but they didn’t. Something had been warning you about this. Something had reminded you about their tricks, their masks. The ache in your stomach, growing, gnawing on your organs. Climbing, crawling up your throat. It was a warning. And you didn’t listen.

Haechan was saying something, worry in his eyes, but you didn’t hear him. He patted you on the back, like a friend would, but he was no friend. A soft ‘sorry’ slipped from his mouth.

So you did what you were best at, you swallowed your surprise, buried your anger, hid your insecurity. You smiled, despite how hard it was. But the lump in your throat wouldn’t let you forget.

And Jeno walked in.

He sat down. He was quiet. But he couldn’t help himself.

“Did he tell you?” His throat was closing. He was looking at Haechan.

You nodded your head.

“I’m sorry y/n, it got out of hand.”

You looked into his eyes, and there it was. A small speck of sincerity in the dark of his pupil, like a star.

You looked away just as fast. It didn’t matter if he was sorry or if he regretted it. What was done, was done. You weren’t ready to forgive him just yet. Not yet.

But it was in that moment, sitting beside Jeno, you realised he wasn’t the person you wanted to scream at, he wasn’t the person you were angry at. It was Jaemin. You wanted to see the authenticity in his eyes, you wanted to hear the words. Rage ignited inside you. He was the one that hurt you, he used you. And you wanted to see him fall, you wanted to hear him say sorry.

But he wasn’t in, you soon realised. He wasn’t in again. Your confrontation would have to wait, your anger would have to be patient.

———

But you couldn’t wait that long.

That night you pulled out your phone and typed in his name.

imaginey/n: Can we talk? [7:32pm]

sent to @nanajaeminn

But he didn’t reply.

Lila ended up coming over instead, with of course, a tub of ice cream. She had heard about the bet, Renjun too. She didn’t ask if you were okay. She knew you better than that.

“Haechan told me.” she said.

“I know.”

She looked deep into your eyes and smiled. “They’re pricks.”

Your phone buzzed before you could reply.

nanajaeminn: you’re too late. [9:47pm]

———

You were prepared to confront him the next morning, you had thought out your argument and your points, but he wasn’t in. He didn’t come in the day after that either, or the following day. Your anger was beginning to die down, worry replacing it. Your flame was slipping from your fingers.

You hadn’t spoken one word to Jeno since that morning, or Haechan. A part of you was starting to miss his puppy smile and Haechan’s savage remarks, but you swallowed it, fast.

‘They don’t like you.’

You knew the only reason they started to talk with you was because of the bet and that embarrassment wouldn’t be easily forgotten. There was nothing to say to them anyway. They didn’t care about you, they cared about the bet. You had valued your friendship and they used you. So you kept to yourself. You didn’t dare look at Jeno or Haechan. You spoke with Lila, but the bet was never discussed. You bottled it in, you buried it, you kept silent. Because they wouldn’t notice and you wouldn’t care. Not anymore.

———

A week passed.

Jeno too kept silent, after having only said ‘sorry’ once. Haechan distanced himself from you, but not Lila of course. Jaemin still wasn’t in. Your heart wanted to worry, but your mind convinced it otherwise.

You realised just how much you used to talk to Jeno, laugh with Haechan, look into Jaemin’s eyes. You realised how much time you spent with them. You remembered, and you missed it. You missed it all. You doubted your anger, even doubted yourself. Your brain was at war with itself.

But their silence was proof enough. None of them spoke another word to you, and finally, it hit you. The whole bet hit you.

The really didn’t care. None of them.

———

Nothing changed until one night, one ordinary night. Your phone had buzzed. You had expected it to be Lila with the ice-cream. But it wasn’t. Your heart hoped it was him. But it wasn’t. It was Lee Jeno. And finally, after all this time, someone wanted to talk.

leenojam: you can’t ignore me forever. [4:56]

imaginey/n: who’s ignoring who? [5:01]

leenojam: Cafe ^^, 20 minutes. [5:03]

imaginey/n: I’m busy [5:05]

leenojam: we both know you're not. [5:06]

———

You knew he was right.

Your heart was the tiniest bit grateful. Grateful he noticed, grateful he remembered. It sickened you. You told yourself he only wanted to talk to relieve his guilt, make himself feel better. You repeated it until you started to believe.

You arrived at the cafe late, it was starting to get dark. The stars haunted you, followed you, reminded you.

You opened the door and Jeno looked up. His eyes were cold, harsh, but he had no reason to be mad.

“Hey,” he said, but you ignored it. You were good at that.

Until your eyes caught glimpse of the muffin and the iced coffee on the table.

Your heart almost blushed. He remembered.

You finally sat down.

“I’ve said I’m sorry,” he began abruptly, “and I am.”

“Sorry doesn’t change things.”

He didn’t reply.

The words holding you back teased your tongue, tempted your lips.

There was no holding back anymore.

You were going to say what you had to.

“Did you really just use me for a bet?” but this time you weren’t angry, “It hurt Jeno, I thought we were friends.”

“I know.” was all he said. His voice drowning in authenticity, perhaps empathy.

For the first time, he looked awkward. Embraced by the large chair, confronted with feelings and anger and pain he wanted to ignore. You wanted to ignore. But you also wanted him to care. He couldn’t hold your gaze. He kept his eyes on the floor. His hands fidgeting.

‘Did he regret it?’

“But I came to talk about Jaemin.”

Your ears perked up at his name. “What about him?”

“He’s a good guy y/n.”

A chuckle escaped your mouth. Was he though? A guy who teased your heart, your mind. Confused you, confused himself. A guy who was cocky, arrogant, egotistic. A guy who made you feel like he cared when he never did. A guy who tricked you, his mask tightly set. A guy who held a reputation, the worst reputation. A guy who could undo any girl with his gaze. A guy who could ruin you, make you fall to his knees. A guy who had that look in his eye.

Was he good?

But then again, you thought Jeno was good.

“He wanted to end the bet, I was the dick who kept it going.”

You looked up, on the edge of your seat, heart begging him to continue. Hope began to grow in the depths of you, taking over. You were a fool. You were well aware.

“Both of us did wrong, but at least he tried to stop it.”

A mere ‘really’ slipped out in a breath. You were almost speechless. Mind overwhelmed by hazy, foolish thoughts.

He nodded his head.

Your confusion didn’t stop you from asking: “Where is he?”

He paused, stilled. “I don’t know.”

Your anger didn’t stop you from saying: “Is he okay?”

“I don’t know.”

Your voice stressed, rising. “Why don’t you know?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but sank in his chair instead.

‘If Jeno was telling the truth does that mean Jaemin was sorry for what he did? Does that mean he knew it would hurt me? Does that mean he wanted to help? Does that mean he noticed? Does that mean he cared?’

Your mind didn’t know and your heart didn’t want the answer.

“And y/n, truly, I’m sorry I was such a manipulative dick.”

You smiled, and he knew what it meant.

“Can we start over?” he asked.

“Can we?” you replied.

You paused, watching his mouth fall slightly. But then it curled into a smile.

“I’m in desperate need of someone to beat this level in Skyrim.”

“The dragon one?”

He laughed, you laughed, and finally, your heart was at ease.

“And I do regret it. But not all of it.”

You stopped laughing. “What?”

He puckered his lips, helping you remember the kiss. He winked, and you laughed and things were finally getting back to normal.

———

Friday [6:45]

Haechan also apologised, and you were happy to accept. There was no point in holding a grudge, it would only make you miserable. The only person who you haven’t made up with yet was Jaemin. He probably didn’t even know any of this was happening. He was off-grid. Jeno went to his house, there was no one there. It was starting to get worrying.

But since most of you made up, and things were reverting back, Haechan had offered to throw a small get together. And of course, no one refused.

You were getting ready with Lila. It was nothing fancy, so she let you wear jeans. But, only your best pair. You tucked a black shirt into your belt. Lila was wearing a black denim skirt and an oversized top. She always knew how to throw an outfit together.

You remembered Haechan’s house, I mean, who couldn’t? It was magnificent. But your memories there were ones you could never get rid of, never erase. Your lips burned in response.

One thing you did forget however was the amount of alcohol Haechan owned, which he had spread out on the kitchen table.

“Beer pong?” was his version of hello.

It was already set up. Vodka in some cups and beer in the others. Pieces of paper were lying underneath them. Renjun was trying to rob one of the cups but Jeno was guarding them. That’s when you noticed a vaguely familiar face.

“I’m Chenle.” he smiled. You could tell he was loaded, wearing a Gucci belt and Rolex watch.

It finally hit you, “You dyed your hair!” you said louder than you’d hoped.

He nodded his head. He too was guarding the drinks from Renjun.

You glanced around, hoping to see someone, him there. But of course, he wasn’t. And you weren’t surprised.

Jeno passed you a drink. “Might need one before the game.”

“Definitely.”

Renjun soon gave up against Chenle and the drinks and walked over to you. Right before your lips touched the glass, he snatched it out of your hand. He chugged it in one go and stuck his tongue out at Jeno. He was smarter than you thought.

“Mario Kart? Anyone?” Renjun soon blurted out.

“Why not?”

———

Soon enough it was 11pm. The beer pong table hadn’t even been used, yet it was empty. The game of the night, yet again, was Mario Kart. But this time it involved alcohol. A lot of alcohol.

Your throat burned as the vodka slid down your throat. But it was getting easier. Your body was ablaze. You could feel the alcohol rushing through your veins. Your vision was becoming hazy, blurry. You snatched the controller out of Renjun’s hand and gripped it.

“My turn.” you laughed.

You blinked and warmth spread across your body. You were now beside Jeno. He was just moving to the music, in his own zone. Lila was sitting in the corner with Haechan. Too close to be doing anything innocent.

Your body began to loosen. Soon enough you were up dancing with Renjun, shouting out some random lyrics to a song you’ve never heard before. You were struggling to keep your balance, swaying as you walked to the bathroom.

You heard someone follow, so you ran, giggling.

It was Lila who burst into the bathroom after you, huffing and laughing.

“I kisted hnim!!” she screamed.

“Whooo” you whispered but laughing nonetheless.

“Haechann.” The room began to sway, you forgot what she said.

“Whattt?”

“I Kizzed Hm.”

She began to freak out and so did you, but you didn’t know what for.

You blinked again and you were in a bed. Not yours. You rolled over. There was someone beside you, snoring. It was Lila under her all her hair. You were at her house.

A crushing pain on one side of your head. Makeup still glued to your face. At least you were in pyjamas. Your stomach churned reminding you of the alcohol, of last night. Most of which you couldn’t remember. A disgusting taste filled your mouth, body sweaty and sticky, aching and tired.

‘At least it was a good night, I think.’

You stuck your arm out and reached for your phone.

Panic raced through you.

Your breath hitched.

Eyes widened.

And you realised your mistake,

you remembered your fault.

imaginey/n: I missss you [12:46am]

sent to nanajaeminn

read @ [09:23am]

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a/n: alcohol brings out the best (and worst) in everyone. As y/n has just realised. I hope you liked it!! Also where did Jaemin go? Do you miss him yet? There wasn’t much angst but I hope that was okay.

I have exams next week, so I'm going to post the next episode on Saturday. I’m sorry for the wait but I need every second to study. If anyone else has exams, GOOD LUCK!! <3

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See you soon -> Saturday 9th xx

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pairing: Nct Dream x Reader [female]

genre/au: fluff | teeny bit of angst (to come) | enemies to lovers | Everyone is just a clueless bunch of weirdos, you get the drill.

warnings: slight swearing.

A/N: its’s my first fanfic so no judgment lol | each chp is kinda short but I’ll update often | here we go~

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"I was warned, and god I wish I listened.”

[8:02 am]

“Y/n get the hell up already!! ” Renjun growled, shaking the coffee cup in front of you in order to tempt you to get up. And it worked.“ Do I really have to bribe you with coffee every single morning to get you to get up?”

“…maybe”

and he laughed that beautiful laugh. “You ready for the first day back to school?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Please don’t remind me, I literally just got up if you don’t remember”

And that was how almost every day started. Renjun lived quite close to you and your brother's apartment, and his family owned a cafe (one of the reasons you two were friends.) so while he fueled your coffee addiction, you did his homework once a week. Cmon, you know Renjun wouldn't do anything for free.

———

Let’s just say you did not miss school AT ALL, and even that was an understatement, you fucking hated this shithole. The books, the exams, the gossip that spread like wildfire. However a part of you missed Renjun’s sarcasm and Lila’s warming smile first thing in the morning. And that’s what you were counting on to get you through this year.

Renjun has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. As for Lila, she joined your little group 3 years ago when she transferred from Kyoto, Japan. Since then, they’ve been all you’ve ever needed. Up until now, they were all you ever wanted, but something in you felt like this year was going to be a little bit different.

Nothing changed as you met Renjun and Lila in the cafeteria. Lila always looked like a fairy, with bright eyes. She was the prettiest girl you’ve ever met, with jet black hair tied into two moon buns with baby hair spilling out. Her makeup was always perfectly minimal, and she tucked an oversized patterned jumper into a pair of ripped mom jeans.

Renjun, however, had his hair dyed a shade darker than his natural one, he was the most sarcastic person you’ve ever met and if you needed a wrestling match to cheer you up, you knew you could always count on him. He was good at studying when he wanted to, but he was better at eating.

You were a bit different from the others, you had never dated anyone, yet you spent your time reading romance novels. Your hair was still in the same abstract shape it was in last night, and you were wearing comfy, maybe too comfy clothes. But they loved you none the less. More like they put up with you.

“So…guess who I’m sitting beside in homeroom?” Lila announced, beaming. This happened every year, Lila was nothing but a flirt with nice eyes, which she batted sweetly at whomever she sat beside in homeroom, in order to win them over, like a challenge.

“Go on..” Renjun rolled his eyes, getting bored with this annual conversation.

“Jaemin.”

And that was enough to get Renjun’s attention.

“And you’re happy? Like How? He only flirts his way through, basically everything and then leaves them in the dark wanting more!?”

Yet Lila winked suggestively. “Exactly”

“As if he’ll ever even talk to you.” he scoffed

“Oh, I’m sorry what’s this?” Lila retorted as she pulled out a piece of paper with a number on it. “And I’m even going to Haechan’s party.”

Renjun never sighed so loudly before, as you laughed at the two of them.

Jaemin held a reputation, which you were aware of, which everyone was aware of. People say he flirts with teachers to get out of homework, others say if you look into his eyes for too long you fall in love. Both are believable. He was charming, to say the least, and you haven’t even met him before.

Every girl in the school was wrapped around his pinky finger, all he had to do was ask, and they’d drop to their knees. Despite his ‘alluring personality’, he’s never had a girlfriend for longer than a week. Well, that’s what Taeil said, and you know Taeil better than to believe everything he spits out.

He was basically every girl's fantasy— to put it short. But he wasn’t yours.

“Y/n…Y/N!!! The bell rang, let’s get to class.” Renjun said waving a hand in front of your face, interrupting your daydream thinking.

When you burst into class, silence descended upon the room.

“Ahh y/n, I see you’ve actually decided to come to my class, sadly….oh and Renjun.” Ms.Bracken scowled. God, you hated her. “This year I’ll have to split you two up, finally, y/n…back corner, Renjun… hmm, right in front of me.” and she smiled a deathly smile.

You lifted your gaze to see your deskmate, reading, taking sips of coffee with every paragraph. He was beautiful, and then his dark eyes met yours.

“Hi, I’m Jeno.” he smiled, and you almost melted right on the spot.

You barely stuttered out your name as you took your seat….awkwardly at that.

You’ve seen Jeno around the campus, I mean how could you not with that face. He was handsome, smart, and he was a god at football, but he was sweet, a little bit awkward, and he thought he was funny (he wasn’t) but how could you not laugh. He was perfect, and you would most definitely agree with stars brightening your eyes and warming your heart.

He was definitely one of the more ‘well-known’ people in our school, as well as the group he carries himself with. But anyone could tell you he’s the least of a ‘dick’ in that group, which was why you were glad to see him sitting beside you instead of someone like, Jaehyun for example who would probably try chat up the wall.

You felt relieved because so far everything was going quite well. Which was unusual because bad luck had a way of following you at this school.

‘Maybe this year won’t be so bad at all.’

But clearly it was too early to tell because by the time lunchtime came, you had already made a new enemy. And god was he gorgeous.

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warnings: slight swearing, immature content, underage drinking

A/N: its’s my first fanfic so no judgment lol | Longer Chp | here we go~

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Your cheeks were on fire as Haechan eyed you up. Your stomach knotted, a soft panic began to rise in the depth of your heart. You glanced to Jaemin who seemed relaxed, almost calm. But his posture was too straight. You were now aware of how close he sat beside you. Aware of how you didn’t move away. Haechan was persistent, awaiting your reply. The silence roared. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“I—”

“Leave her off Haechan.” Jaemin got there first. Amusement lining his deep voice. He was enjoying this.

Satisfaction leaked from Haechan’s unpleasant smirk, making you tense. His expression, that look made you feel uneasy. Contentment found in the darkness of his ebony eyes. His longing stare. He knew something.

He could see you were all too close. He could see Jaemin’s simper. He was aware. You hoped for the best. Pleaded that he didn’t know about your kiss in the dark. But his face, that cruel smile told you otherwise.

You could feel the heat of Jaemin’s gaze on you. Watching your reaction. But you didn’t give in.

Jeno came back just in time to lighten the mood, handing you the glass of water.

“It’s a game night, right? Are we gonna play some games or-”

“Yeah Mario Kart, duh.” Renjun laughed.

Haechan turned back to Lila with a glowing smile, but Jaemin kept his unlawful eyes on you. It was irritating, to say the least. You turned to him, prepared to finally ask ‘what’, but instead he moved his gaze to the game console. Gesturing to the now free game controllers.

“Think you can beat me?” He said.

“Is the pope Catholic?”

His eyes wander to the floor for a second, almost processing, thinking about your words.

“Oh my go- yes of course I can beat you.”

He quirked his eyebrows, a smile taunting his lips.

You settled yourself onto the floor. Hands gripped the controller comfortably. You were a master at video games, but playing against Jaemin made you doubt yourself.

“And if I lose?” He added. For if you were going to play, there had to be a consequence.

“If you lose,” you thought for a second, “bring me in coffee for a week.” You did love coffee, and he knew that all too well.

He nodded his head, smirk growing. “And if you lose, I’m walking you home tonight. I might even try to meet your brother.” He winked at Haechan discreetly. You would’ve missed it if you weren’t staring right at him.

“Well, then I won’t lose.”

You picked your characters for the race and the pathway. You chose ‘Princess Peach’ in spite of his nickname, and he chose Wario. Everyone was watching, all eyes on the two of you. You were both competitive, both stubborn and both wanted to win. What else could you want for a great game.

As the screen counted 3, 2, you leaned forward, repeatedly pressing the acceleration button. You got a head start, speeding into the lead. A bend appeared, you drifted, keeping tight on the corner. You were ahead, first. You held your position until Jaemin sent a green shell just for you. You reacted fast, swerving to the left, avoiding it.

You kept right in front of Jaemin, making sure he couldn’t pass you out. But he was good. He drifted early on the bend, using the slipstream to speed past you.

You sighed, hands cramping.

You saw a shortcut Jaemin had stupidly missed. A smirk tugged the corner of your mouth. You just might have a chance at winning this. As the shortcut ended you pulled out on to the road at perfect timing, right in front of Jaemin. You soon drove through a mystery box, collecting a banana. You dropped it immediately in front of Jaemin. He was too close behind, he couldn’t swerve or move. He drove right into the banana, spinning out to the side.

An agitated grunt slipped from his mouth.

You were in the lead yet again, but you didn’t underestimate him. You kept your turns tight, avoiding any shells sent your way. But the finish line was in view. You were so close, almost there.

Until Jaemin speeded up beside you out of nowhere, with the help of a mushroom. But his speed wasn’t going to last long. He failed to overtake you. You kept your speed up. You were ahead by a fraction, by a breath. You sped through the final set of mystery boxes but you were too focused to get anything. A thundercloud appeared above Wario’s head, giving him that final boost. But the finish line was close. He swerved. He just barely touched you.

A lightning bolt began to spin above your head. It flashed. You were hit. You stopped just for a second. But it was too late, that was enough for Jaemin to drive right through the shining finish line. That stupid smile glued to his face.

“What’s your brothers name again?” He asked, getting even more arrogant.

“Uhh, I’m pretty sure it’s ‘Fuck off’.” You tried to hide your laugh.

“Don’t be a sore loser now.”

Renjun had already snatched the controller from your hand before you could stand up, challenging Jaemin to another game.

“Bring it on.”

———

The rest of the night was packed with multiple people losing to Jaemin, you beating Jeno more than once, and Renjun insisting he’s actually good at Mario Kart. It was hard to admit, but that night was actually a lot of fun. Maybe because you were was temporarily relieved of the heavy weight balancing on your conscience.

Jeno seemed to be back to his 'regular self’, or his ‘good self’, cracking jokes left right and center. Bad jokes at that. Haechan was preoccupied with Lila for most of the night, acting suspiciously nice to her. As for Jaemin, you thought his company was okay. Well, annoyingly enjoyable to say the least. You two could finally get along, finally agree on something -> that Mario Kart is at least in the top five best games ever created.

But as they say, there’s always the calm before the storm.

———

“Don’t forget I’m walking you home.” Jaemin whispered as you watched Lila and Renjun attempting to dance.

“Oh, how could I forget?” At least it was a short walk to your house.

Jeno had already left, to complete ‘unfinished business’. Haechan was gathering his stuff to leave. He shouted out a ‘thanks’ before disappearing out the door.

“You ready?” Jaemin added.

You nodded your head. It was getting late and you couldn’t stand to watch Renjun dance any longer.

“You’re leaving already?” You heard Renjun shout as you opened the door. If you stayed any longer to answer that question, he’d never let you leave.

The air was warmer than you imagined as you stepped out into the night, Jaemin following. Although he didn’t speak for a while, you two just walked in silence.

“Since when were you such good friends with Renjun?” You broke the silence. Unable to hold back the seriousness in your voice.

“We hung out at the party, and yesterday we all had to help Haechan clean up. We got to know each other then.”

Of course, the party. The party where Jeno had changed. The party where you kissed Jaemin. You took a quick glance at his lips. The party, how could you forget. It was all too easy to forget Jeno’s words that night, all too easy to forget Jaemin’s tricks.

You began to feel the pressure of unsaid words between you both. Stretching. Screaming. Begging to be released. Finally, Jaemin gave in.

“So, Jeno huh?”

You knew what he meant. You knew what he wanted you to say. But you played innocent instead. Avoiding the question, the real question lurking in his words.

“Yeah, what’s up with him lately?”

———

POV - Jaemin

———

“So, Jeno huh?” He tried to chuckle, tried to laugh, but his throat was closing in. He wanted the truth. But he knew you wouldn’t tell him of all people.

He could see you thinking it through, processing every inch of his voice. He could see your thoughts before you spoke. For your face thought before you did.

“Yeah, what’s up with him lately?” A diversion. How clever.

He could’ve easily told you what’s wrong with Jeno, what he was doing. He could’ve easily ruined Jeno’s disguise, his plan. But what would you say? What would Jeno do then? So instead he swallowed the truth clawing its way up his throat. Ignored the plea in his heart. He decided to let you be fooled, for you were a fool all the same.

“He’s the same as always.”

———

POV - y/n

———

There was a tension between you both. Taking up space in the darkness.

“He’s the same as always.”

Was he though?

You couldn’t help but wonder if Jeno’s change was due to alcohol or lust, or if he was just battling between two different sides of himself. Nevertheless, you were beginning to miss his kind gestures and warm smile.

Your eyes finally settled on Jaemin once again. On his chest rising and falling with each breath. On his hair gleaming thanks to the moon. On his vulnerability in the darkness, which he tried ever so hard to hide, which you tried ever so hard to ignore. It was getting harder and harder to remind yourself of his reputation. Of who he really was. Haechan’s warning rung in your ears.

The next you knew you were at your doorstep.

“Why did you want to walk me home?” The words fell from your lips casually. Surprisingly.

“Did you kiss Jeno?” He also spoke casually. Finally allowing himself to speak the words that had been crawling up his throat all night.

Your eyes widened. “Wh-what?”

“Nevermind.’ He hissed, turning around.

“No.” It barely escaped your lips.

He spun back around to meet your gaze. The light in his dark eyes barely shinning. He stepped closer. A string pulling up the corner of his mouth. He was satisfied. He got what he wanted.

“Oh and y/n,” his expression bringing back that ache inside of you, “thanks for letting me win.”

You scoffed at his confidence, something you should be used to by now. But before you could retort, he was already walking away. He got what he wanted, what he asked for, an answer. So why should he spend any more time in your presence.

You were grateful nonetheless, because sadly, horrifyingly, he was also becoming harder and harder to resist. Something happened at the party, something happened to you after that kiss. Something that you wished you could get rid of, dispose of, ignore.

But you were forgetting, neglecting one fact, one detail, that that kiss only stemmed from Jeno and his watching eyes.

———

POV - Jaemin

———

Something like guilt tugged at his seams when he looked into your eyes. He knew the bet was wrong, he knew he shouldn’t mess with your heart, with your mind. He didn’t want to hurt you. But he also didn’t want to lose. He was winning, his lips had already fused with yours, but he didn’t dare underestimate Jeno.

He got his answer from you, yet still, he wanted to stay, wanted to keep admiring your features, your lips. But that same sense of guilt that pulled at him everyday and night tormented him, until he couldn’t take it anymore.

———

nanajaeminn: be early for school tomorrow, we need to talk.

———

Monday [8:06am]

Jaemin swore he’d never been in school that early, but things had to be discussed, and they would more than likely take a while. He walked into the cafeteria and sat down at their table. Of course, he was first. Not long after he noticed Jeno sauntering in, bag falling off his shoulder.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, we just need to discuss something.”

“Let me have a guess, the bet?”

Jaemin nodded his head. “Oh by the way, how was Mina last night?”

Jeno chuckled, “She was good, if you get what I mean.” He winked.

The door opened as Haechan appeared. Bags gathered under his eyes, most likely from lack of sleep. His hair was messy, his jacket was half on. He more than likely just woke up. “What did I miss?”

Jaemin cleared his throat, gathering their attention before he spoke. “Let’s stop the bet.”

Jeno and Haechan looked at him with wide eyes, speechless. Until Haechan attempted to gather some words together.

“Wh-wha, why, it’s just getting fun?”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of losing?” Jeno piped in with a snide remark.

Jeno was taking this discussion as a joke, but Jaemin was deadly serious. He had no idea what he wanted to say, or what he was going to say, but he had to say something. For the guilt was torture.

Jaemin swallowed. The guilt, the regret pulled at him, shook him until it exploded. Until he burst.

“It’s not fair to y/n. Let’s just stop it, okay? Why can’t we just stop it?” The ache, the torment ceased. He could finally breathe.

Jeno began to laugh, but it wasn’t amusing. “Since when did you care for her?”

Haechan kept his mouth shut as Jeno continued, “You’re the one who started it in the first place.”

“I know, but I regret it.” Jaemin sighed. He wasn’t used to being the good guy, the guy who wanted to stop someone from getting hurt. He hated that y/n brought it, pulled it out of him.

“Look, the bet is still on unless you want to give up. But I think you’ll be losing anyway, because I’ve still got some tricks up my sleeve.” Jeno stood up, and walked away.

Jaemin knew exactly what he was going to do, he could read it off Jeno’s face.

He just feared y/n was going to fall for it.

———

POV - y/n

———

There was no Renjun that morning with your coffee; he probably stayed up all night to improve his Mario Kart skills. Instead, there was Lila.

You walked to school together. She seemed to glow (more than usual) and a smile was plastered on her face. She normally hated mornings, and could barely drag herself out of bed, but this morning she was practically skipping to school And let’s just say, she hated school even more.

“Any reason why you’re so happy this morning?”

The smile disappeared in seconds, as she began to glance at the floor, “Uhh, uh-em no, nope.”

You left it at that. She clearly didn’t want to tell you, but when she was ready, she would.

‘At least she’s happy’

You arrived at school earlier than usual, but there was still a good few people in. You parted ways with Lila as you entered your classroom. You looked up to see Jeno at your desk, reading a new book. You nearly halted, for Jeno was never in this early. You had expected to come in and get some work done alone, but with Jeno there it might be a bit difficult. Not because he would talk, but because your eyes would constantly feel the need to look at him, at his perfectly carved features.

You tiptoed over as to not disturb him, but he looked up regardless.

“Jeno,” you laughed awkwardly, “what’re you doing here so early?”

“Y/n hey,” and he smiled that irritatingly perfect smile, “Just to read.”

“So early?”

“It’s just quieter here.” he chuckled softly.

You took your seat and pulled out some Biology books. Putting in your earphones as you opened your notes copy. Music made studying a lot easier. The sun began to shine inside the classroom, and finally your heart was at peace. With Jaemin and now Jeno being so confusing (as well as your own heart), it was hard to relax, hard to stop thinking. But studying was always a way for you to forget, to ignore your problems.

A while passed, until Jeno pulled out one of your earphones. The corners of his mouth upturned into a charming smile, his eyes crinkled.

“I forgot to ask you something.”

But that smile was soon replaced with that same expression he held in the dark, at the party. Something clouded his raven eyes, his smile turning into a smirk. Whatever had changed him made you feel uneasy. The usual ache grew in your stomach, dragging your heart down with it.

His eyes snagged on your lips. The room began to darken, as well as his face. He spoke again, his words charged with confidence, voice trapped in appeal, husky and deep.

“Care to go on a date with me, y/n? But I’ll warn you, I don’t take no for an answer.”

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See you next time -> Thursday 31st xx

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A/N>> hope you liked it!! Are you ready to hear y/n’s reply?? Or see what Jaemin does next? Stay tuned for Thursday!!

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pairing: Nct Dream x Reader [female]

genre/au: fluff | teeny bit of angst (to come) | enemies to lovers | Everyone is just a clueless bunch of weirdos, you get the drill… or so you thought.

warnings: slight swearing, immature content, underage drinking

A/N: its’s my first fanfic so no judgment lol | Jaemin is getting friskyyy | Longer Chp | here we go~

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You did end up regretting it. But not what you expected.

Your lips didn’t meet Jaemin’s, and a part of you was grateful. Something happened to you when you were with him, it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist. You could say anything to him, do anything with him, and there would be no consequences, no regrets. That of course, wasn’t true. The minute you left you regretted your explanation, your candidness of your emotions, your feelings that won you over. You regretted the ‘I care’. You did care, something inside of you was making that very clear. But you didn’t want to. You couldn’t even distinguish how you cared, or in what way.

There was a darkness, a greyness that inked his eyes, that told you to fall for him. There was a loss of control around him. You hated that. But most of all, you hated his ‘type’. His arrogance, his ego, his cockiness. Everyone always wants the ‘bad boy’, but not you. You craved someone who was good for you, someone who treated you right. Someone like Jeno. But Jaemin was confusing your thoughts, haunting your dreams. And you knew, that if you kissed him, those hazy shadowed dreams would come true. Sadly.

What you needed most right now, what you needed most whenever your emotions became too intimate, was space. You decided to take a step back from Jaemin that day. To take a step back from his bad influence, his dark, bitter eyes, his warmth. You didn’t like when your emotions became too inflamed, overly tenacious. For when your heart was aflame, it was all too easy to be swayed, by emotion, by luring eyes. You needed control, for if your feelings took over your power, took over your actions, you could make some very impulsive, unbearably regrettable decisions.

[7:09am]

You woke up to someone gently singing. A soft but hoarse voice. Lila.

‘How many people have the keys to my apartment??’

“Oh good your awake! Look Haechan’s party, we need-“

“Woah, Lila calm your shit okay, is that even today??”

Haechan’s parties were said to be unreal, and even that was an understatement. Crowds of people flowing in from anywhere to meet people, make bad decisions and have fun. No one knew anyone there, or barely anyone, and that’s what was so compelling. Haechan was basically a modern Gatsby in party terms. Of course, it would be amazing to let loose, have a drink, dance a bit. But you weren’t as sociable as Lila, and you couldn’t drink as much as Renjun.

Renjun used to be like you, a little bit shy yet speckled with gregarious traits. But he befriended Haechan last year, and since then he could chug a naggin of vodka like it was water. And as for Lila, put her in the middle of any social gathering and she’d shine. You just- you didn’t know where you’d fit in - at the party.

“Yes, yes it is. Sooo what are you wearing?”

“Wearing? If I’m going uhm jeans—”

She interrupted before you could finish, with a half-suppressed laugh emerging. “Oh no honey, it’s a Halloween party.”

Leave it to Haechan to throw a Halloween party 2 weeks early.

“I’ll see.” You spit out, eyes smiling as Lila’s beamed.

———

Sitting down, staring at the empty whiteboard, you could feel something on you. A stare. Someone’s eyes mesmerising your figure, capturing you intently. Your back burned from the glare. You turned around. Fast. In hopes of catching the culprit with smoldering eyes.

Haechan. What a surprise. He always knew how to catch one's attention.

He quirked his eyebrows and passed a note to you. Once you gripped it, you could tell Jeno was curious beside you. Peering intently into its contents.

‘You better come to the party. This is a personal invitation y/n.’

‘What a Gatsby move.’

You crumbled the note in one hand and shoved it into your bag, making sure both of them watched. He wasn’t going to influence your decision. If you were going, it would be for Lila, or for yourself. Not for some guy.

Your eyes gazed up to Jeno instinctively. He was focusing intently on the work on the board. ‘There has to be something beyond his smile’ you thought, ‘Eyes full of lust, some tantalising charm behind that innocence.’ Your blood warmed at the thought.

“So are you going?” his voice brought you back to reality.

You assumed he was on about Haechan’s party. “I don’t know” You chuckled lightly.

“You should.” His smile almost persuaded you, right there and then.

There was an attraction in his gaze, and you knew hoped he felt it too. You were falling deeper into the wrath of his smile, and you liked it. You wished nothing more than to reach over and fuse your smile with his. Nothing more than to simply talk with him, read with him, stay with him. Your feelings grew deeper and you hadn’t even noticed. Spending time with Jaemin really did confuse you. Little were you aware of how deep your feelings ran, in your veins, in your pulse. Little did you know how your tensions drowned away with the smile on his face. You weren’t an affectionate, sappy person, and you definitely weren’t good at expressing or understanding your emotions. Oh but only if you were. Haechan’s party would’ve gone a lot differently.

———

Arriving home, you noticed Ten was already there. Sitting right in front of the television, remote control in his hand.

“How was school?” He asked, trying to act brotherly.

“Do you care?” you laughed.

“Not really.” and he smiled brightly. “You going to Haechan’s party?”

You shook your head. As much as you like socializing, reading a book snuggled up with chamomile tea in your hand definitely beat it. During your final class, you had reached the conclusion that you were not going. You didn’t see the point, and at home, you could catch up on many missed episodes of your new binge tv show. ‘They’ll be fine without me’.

lunalila560 : comin to Haechan’s?? [5:53]

imaginey/n :nahhh, too tired [5:55]

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[6:16]

A knock came from the door and in stepped Lila. She brought with her a huge blue gear bag filled with her most stylish clothes and makeup, because your most stylish clothes were probably your Christmas pajamas. She wore a short pink dress, with a black cropped denim jacket resting delicately on her shoulders. Black heels embraced her slender feet. Her hair was tied in two loose braids, with white glitter sprinkled casually over. Her makeup was classic with a dash of extra glitter to contrast. She was beautiful as always, and you were still in your pajamas, stuffing your face with popcorn as if watching a fashion show.

“Okay so…” she began. She held out a clothes hanger, your new Halloween costume hanging from it. “You’re coming, I don’t care what you say.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t protest. Lila had clearly put effort into your costume, knowing fully well you would’ve actually worn jeans. She was always so organised like that.

“So what am I?” You sat on the edge of the couch, leaning into her beaming eyes, curious of her plans.

“Lara Croft.”

You nearly choked on air as your eyes filled with uncertainty. Ten chimed in with appreciation. You shook your head but she argued; “Just trust me.”

Lila knew you so well, too well in fact. The outfit was unarguably perfect for you. Not too revealing, comfortable, something you could dance in. She wanted you to wear shorts, but knowing you, she chose green cargo pants with a slit around the thigh instead.

She plaited your hair, pulling out the messy bits at the front. Made your makeup look effortlessly casual. Smeared brown paint like ‘dirt’ on your body and grey tank top. Tied a bandage around the slit in your pants as if you were injured. And of course, who could forget a (toy) gun in your hand. You couldn’t deny you actually liked it.

———

Lila walked beside you up Haechan’s driveway, wearing her version of ‘Jessica Rabbit’. Your breath trembled. You could already hear the music. There were a few people outside. You were late, by approximately 2 hours, which meant the party already started. You gulped. Butterflies dancing in your stomach. No. Wasps, stinging.

By the time you had reached the porch, it was too late. Lila’s arm linked in yours preventing your escape. The sweat clammed your palms, and your armpits, which you prayed the dirt could hide the stains. Before Lila grabbed the doorknob, her eyes met yours. Telling you that it was going to be okay, that it was safe, that you should breathe. Little did she know the reason for your racing heart. But before you could blink, she pulled the door open, music shrieking in your ears.

The party was loud, real loud.

The house was beautifully designed, but there were way too many people to appreciate it. The place was crowded, people everywhere, streaming from the top of the stairs, out of the innumerable rooms up there, and people headed straight into the kitchen downstairs, or what you assumed was the kitchen. The lighting was dim, you could barely make out Lila’s face beside you. People were hanging over banisters, screaming, chanting. Music blaring, deafening your ears. And everyone was clearly very, very drunk.

Lila’s shout met your ear, yet you barely heard her; “Kitchen….drink?”

It didn’t matter for her hand tugged yours into a room, the kitchen. You bumped into everyone, dancing, laughing. You focused your eyes on the floor. You weren’t ready to recognise people yet. You needed alcohol for that. And lucky for you, you were nearly there.

You looked up when Lila came to a halt.

‘Holy shit.’

There wasn’t enough counter to hold all the bottles. From vodka to whiskey, it had everything. You didn’t know where to start. Lila did, however, as she shoved a cup filled with something in your hand. Before you knew it, you too were laughing. You were very nearly drunk on the atmosphere, on the music. You took a gulp of the vile concoction before you felt the heavyweight of a stare settling on you. That familiar glare. You quickly forgot about it as Lila refilled your drink. If anything was going to make this night easier, it was alcohol.

“You came!”

Renjun screamed beside you. He had a rather large glass in his hand.

“Ms.Croft.” He added, “enchante.”

A laugh escaped your mouth easily, “And what may you be?”

“Ayy matey, tis’ I, Jack Sparrow.” He completely failed the accent, but A for effort.

“How fitting.” you quirked your eyebrows, “a pirate always does have a drink in his hand.”

He bowed, his pirate hat falling off. Then, nearly collapsing on the floor with laughter. You couldn’t help but laugh with him.

Your eyes wandered to Lila who was already talking up a ‘Joker’.

The alcohol buzzed in your veins, your body warming up to its comfort. You followed Renjun to another lively room. He began chatting aimlessly with people, and you stood beside him. Your body swayed to the music, feeling looser than it did an hour ago. You were lost in conversation when a finger tapped your back. You turned to see Haechan, standing a touch too close.

“Pleasure to see you here.” His voice engulfed in lure.

“Pleasure to be here.” Words slipped easily.

“Nice gun.” He sniggered, eyes judging it but the smile on his face loving it. You held it out, pointing it at him. You pressed the trigger, releasing a pathetic squirt of water. His hands were up before you could attempt a wink.

He was dressed in a suit, a very Gatsy suit.

He held out a drink, one that smelled sweet accompanied by a strawberry floating on top. He winked, properly, as your hand grasped it. A wink followed by that carefree laugh. You spent some time with Haechan, talking about things you couldn’t remember, drinking things you couldn’t distinguish and dancing, as awfully as you’d imagined. The alcohol began to race, rush through you, bubbling, fizzing. You lost track of time, of faces, of songs.

“Have you seen Jeno?” you asked.

“Oh, lover boy? Nope.” he laughed

Your heart sagged just slightly. You reminded yourself that these parties last all night.

‘I’ll see him later.’

Yet again, you felt a set of eyes find you within the growing crowd. It wasn’t Haechan, you soon realised for you were with him, dancing. You scanned the room, but there was no one you recognised.

Until there he was, walking sauntering down the stairs, holding your gaze. His eyes wandered from yours to your ripped tank top, down to your boots. Taking in all of you. His stare full of deceit and depth, but none the less intoxicating. He stopped in front of you, looking down at you, into you. His teeth taunted his lip, bit his lip. A smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. Haechan disappeared, everyone disappeared, as if it was only you and him in the room.

You pulled out your gun, a smile taking over your mouth. “Hands up, Jaemin.”

He did as he was told, hands following your order.

“And don’t you dare bite that lip.” You added, confidently.

You traced his outline. His body embraced by a black suit. A white shirt peeking out behind his blazer. A black bowtie drawing your eyes to his neck, and then back up to his gaze. While you were admiring his suit, he pulled his own gun out to point at you.

“Fair play.” he chuckled.

“What even are you?”

“You see, Ms.Croft” he began with that deep voice of his, “I was going to be your prince charming, but now, I’m your savior. It’s Jaemin, Na Jaemin.”

You couldn’t hold back a giggle as he winked. He surely was charming, but he was definitely no prince.

You forgot a lot, but the alcohol wasn’t going to let you forget how close you had been before. How close you had been to his bitten lip or his deceitful stare.

“Care for a drink?” he asked.

“Of course.” but this time it was you who winked.

It was when the drink met your lips that his head turned to the corner of the room. Yours followed. It was dark, you were borderline drunk, but you could always spot Jeno in a crowd.

You dropped your drink. Your breath hitched.

Jeno wasn’t smiling at you, he didn’t even notice you. He was too busy sticking his tongue down some girls throat. His hands roaming her body, his mouth desperate, his teeth tugging at her lip. He was on fire yet your eyes watched, like ice.

You knew there was a part of him that was aflame, seduction lurking inside of him, he just didn’t want to show you. Disappointment tugged at your heart. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. You were frozen. You didn’t feel jealous or hurt (maybe a little bit). You felt pathetic, stupid for letting yourself believe that even the tiniest part of him was interested in you. Stupid for beginning to like him.

His mouth tore away from her, taking in oxygen when his eyes found you. Found you staring right back at him, at the girl, at their intensity. You almost saw a dim speck of regret in his eyes, but it was too dark to be true.

You panicked, his eyes still watching you. You looked to the ground, and then to Jaemin. His expression changed, from understanding to pure desire. You inched closer, making sure Jeno’s eyes were locked on you. You closed the gap between your beating heart and Jaemin’s. He looked into your eyes as if he was searching for something. Temptation speckled his iris. His hot breath meeting your cheek. Control disappearing from your grip.

Slowly, the music faded and so did the crowd, so did Jeno. It felt like it was just you two in the room, alone, a fraction away from each other. Your heart raced, breath shaky. His mouth searched for your ear, his voice ragged; “You’ll regret this.”

You opened your mouth to speak when his lips crashed against yours. You pulled away for an instant to see lust overtaking his gaze. Then he devoured you, lips moving in rhythm. Body melting into his. You could taste the desperation in his mouth, feel the want on his tongue as it plunged down your throat. His breathy sounds taunted your ear. His hands worked their way around your body, feeling each crevasse, each line until they settled a bit lower than your waist. Pulling you impossibly closer. His teeth teased your lips. Your mouth felt bruised but you couldn’t let go.

His kiss was intoxicating. His passion ignited something in you. You couldn’t hold back a slight moan as his lips moved to your neck. Your fingers intertwined with his hair, pulling it. Want racing through your veins. His tongue demanding more of you, until you broke away, gasping for air. For a moment you tasted the alcohol on his breath, and it brought you back to reality.

His smirk settled on you again.

His mouth dived for your ear once more, nibbling slightly before his hoarse voice spoke.

“He’s still watching.”

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See you next time -> Wednesday 23rd xx

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pairing: Nct Dream x Reader [female]

genre/au: fluff | teeny bit of angst (to come) | enemies to lovers | Everyone is just a clueless bunch of weirdos, you get the drill… or so you thought.

warnings: slight swearing, immature content, tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: its’s my first fanfic so no judgment lol | Jaemin is getting friskyyy | Longer Chp | here we go~

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You tried to sleep that night, but your heart failed you. Your thoughts failed you. Your mind replayed his words over and over again, replayed his text message. You were confused, your heart was confused. You didn’t know what to say, what to feel. You couldn’t even decipher your own emotions, let alone Haechan’s words. Your mind was exhausted. You checked the time on your phone.

[4:19am]

You rolled back over onto your shoulder. Your mind remembered Jeno’s words, his soft voice, his “Goodnight.” But your heart remembered Jaemin’s hand resting on your waist. The warmth of his breath on your neck. The ache in your stomach spread. Your mind weighed heavy with ‘what if’s’. Nostalgia ran through your veins. But you were unsure of what it was you longed for.

“Y/n, y/n wake up!”

You groaned whilst wiping the sleep from your eyes. There he was, in front of you, the person you needed to see the most. With a cup of coffee in hand, as usual.

“Y/n get up, we have to go to school??” Renjun said, handing you the cup of coffee.

“I’m not going.”

He eyed you up carefully. “Why?”

“I got a solid 2 hours of sleep last night. I don’t have the energy to study a stupid book let alone deal with people right now, okay!?” You never were quite the morning person.

“Okay okay…” He said, biting his lip to hide a smirk. He loved when you got mad. God knows why.

He promised to give you the homework, and let you keep the coffee. His goodbye was filled with jealousy as you snuggled back into your sheets. You closed your eyes, wrapped in comfort, hoping to catch up on missing sleep.

You woke up half an hour later to a buzz from your phone.

- - -

renjunnn872 : You better pay me back for the coffee. [8:52]

- - -

A sense of disappointed settled in the lining of your heart.

You rolled back over, hugging your pillow.

-brrr brrr-

‘What the fuck Renjun!

You looked at your phone, but this time it wasn’t from Renjun.

- - -

My Saviour <3 : Hey y/n, are you sick?? [8:54]

You almost forgot who it was. Until your heart reminded you. Jeno

imaginey/n : Yeah I don’t really feel well. [8:55]

My Saviour <3: Ah okay… hope you feel better soon!! [8:59]

- - -

‘Why is he texting me?’ you wondered, ’Why does he care??’

You wish you could say you spent the day productively, but of course, you didn’t.

You read most of the book Jeno gave you the other day, underlining your favourite parts. You sat on the sofa, talking to Ten for a while before he left. And you spent a lot of time, wasted a lot of time, thinking about people’s words, their words that held weight, that hid inclinations in every letter, every pause, every breath.

Until you decided enough. [1:52pm]

The more you stayed inside, the longer your thoughts would torment you. You threw on one of Ten’s hoodies, a pair of leggings and left your hair in the same abstract shape it was in last night. You didn’t even bother to greet the mirror on your way out. You didn’t know where you were going, but anywhere was better than being alone with your thoughts. You opened the door, and turned around the corner when-

When you walked right into someones back.

You jumped backward, eyes wide, cheeks embarrassed. Until you saw his face plastered with the same bewilderedness as yours.

“Jeno??” you screeched, almost speechless. You really wished you checked the mirror before you left.

“Y/n…” He replied, voice up an octave, “I- uhh I wasn’t expecting you.” His cheeks flushed.

“Clearly.” You tried to laugh off the awkwardness.

Your eyes found their way to the small rectangular object he was holding dearly. He must’ve noticed you looking when you held it out to you.

“It was lunchtime and you said you were sick so I thought I’d bring this to you to cheer you up.” He swallowed.

It was a book, swathed in dark green, no title.

“It’s old.” He added, “But it’s full of clever and amusing quotes. It made me think of you.”

“I love it.” You looked up to him, a smile spread across your face. Heart heavy but fluttering. “Thank you.”

He too was smiling, but his eyes were locked to the floor, hands fidgeting shyly.

You invited him in, but lunchtime was ending soon. He asked countless times if you were feeling okay before you insisted he leave, so as to not miss class. He waved goodbye, a glow emitting from his smile. You said goodbye as well, not that you wanted to. As soon as he came, he was gone again, leaving you with a book instead of his presence.

You held it close, as you stumbled back into the apartment, smiling like a fool. You sat on your bed, as you opened up the first page. He had scribbled a small note in the bottom right-hand corner.

‘To my new and cherished friend, I hope you feel better whilst reading this.’ - Jeno 12/10/19

A small heart was also sketched in beside it.

You skimmed through the pages, noticing underlined sentences and tiny notes. Your heart flared, swelled, melted. It was the most precious gift you’ve ever received, partly because it was so thoughtful, and partly because it was Jeno who gave it.

You rested your head on the pillow, mind eased, heart relaxed. A yawn reminded you of your lost sleep. You slipped in under the soft duvet. Your eyes heavy, breath slow, as you finally drifted off into the abyss that was sleep.

———

You jumped out of bed, noticing the sky was inked with navy and grey. You checked your phone.

[7:28pm] - 7 messages, 3 missed calls.

‘What on earth?’

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nanajaeminn : why aren’t you in school? [2:36]

nanajaeminn : you sick? [2:44]

nanajaeminn : heyy I’m here [6:58]

nanajaeminn : y/n I’m outside?? [7:03]

nanajaeminn : hello… [7:09]

nanajaeminn : where the hell are you ???? [7:14]

nanajaeminn : Y/N !! [7:22]

- - -

You were speechless, as you stared at the amount of messages on your phone. You thought he hadn’t even noticed you were missing, but he did. He noticed. You hated that, but you hated the fact that you were grinning more.

You pulled your hair out of the abstract mess it was in and put your shoes on. You hadn’t the slightest clue where he could be, but the ache in your stomach told you to run and to hurry. You didn’t want to leave him waiting, you didn’t want him disappointed. You dashed out the door and down the stairs, nearly slipping halfway.

Your heart raced with anticipation as you burst out the front door into the cold air. It was then you realised you were wearing the same clothes as earlier minus Ten’s jumper. The crisp air embraced you, as goosebumps rose in response. Your eyes wandered around outside, but no one was there. Your heart sagged, the ache grew. You wanted to see him.

You walked a little bit further, eyes searching in the almost darkness, but, the road was empty. There wasn’t a soul in sight.

- - -

imaginey/n : Where are you? [7:43]

- - -

You stared at the open road, for he might just appear. Maybe. Hopefully.

Until you felt familiar arms slip around your waist, a heavy head rest in the curve of your neck. A hot breath warming your blood. This situation, this feeling was awfully too familiar. Your breath hitched. You stiffened. You could feel his torso rise against your back with deep breaths. Words hidden in every second spent silent. His strong arms, protective arms, holding so tight you thought he’d never let go. Hoped. Maybe it was the cold, the darkness or the lack of sleep, but something in you wanted to turn around and bury yourself in his warmth, sink in to his comfort. The world almost melted away, until his hoarse voice bit your ear.

“You came.”

He pulled away. You missed his warmth as the cold welcomed you once again.

“Where’s your jacket?” He asked, eyes avoiding yours.

“I forgot it upstairs, give me a sec I’ll run up an—”

You turned to the front door when his hand grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t leave me waiting again.” His voice gentle, but his eyes told you he was serious.

You raced up as fast as you could, partly because of his request, and partly because you were worried he’d leave.

You threw on the nearest jumper to you and within 5 seconds you were back downstairs, facing him and allure.

“Nice jumper.” He laughed, and it was that moment you could smell it. Amber and musk. You looked down, and it was true. To your dismay, it was Jaemin’s jumper that rested on your shoulders, that trapped you in an embrace. “Miss me that much?”

“Oh shut up.” You rolled your eyes, “says the one that left me like 10 messages.”

“7 actually.”

You both left out a laugh, as his eyes gazed up into yours. Soon moving down, snagging on your lips. Want lurking in the depths of him.

“What do you want anyway?” you added.

“Let’s go.” He smiled that smile. That smile that made you realise you did actually miss it. For who wouldn’t.

You followed him closely in the dark. Followed him without question, like a child who knew nothing better. You trusted him, you see, you always had, not that you realised. There was a sense of comfort that Jaemin provided that gave you a false sense of security, a false sense of trust. God knows if he was being truthful or not, but the more time you spent with him, the less you cared. Haechan’s warning rung in your ears. You just looked the other way. In Jaemin’s direction.

You had been walking for quite some time when you finally asked: “How much longer?”

He laughed distantly, although you could still hear the sincerity in it.

“Almost there.”

He began to hum quietly, a familiar song that reminded you of his familiar arms. You forgot about the ache that rested in your stomach, or maybe it disappeared. You didn’t know. Your eyes focused on the road until, after some time, Jaemin piped up again.

“We’re here!” He enthused.

You looked up, excited. Only to realise you were back at his house. Memories overwhelmed you. Cheeks warm. Nonetheless, you followed him up the steps, through his carved door, stopping in the center of his ostentatious hall.

“What am I doing here?” Your voice astute, cold. Sharp.

He kept walking, sparing you a backward glance. You watched his tall figure climb up the stairs, coming to a halt once reached the landing. His eyes pierced through you. But his voice warm, soft. “I won’t wait forever y/n.”

You did as you were told. Your body closing the gap between you, on instinct. You followed him up the stairs. He waited for you in front of the door. A majestic door, staring at him, reflecting his arrogance.

“This is why we’re at my house.”

His hand grasped the doorknob, turning it slightly. A gust of cold air met your face. The room inside was dark, you could almost smell the mold growing inside, the mold of rotting memories. He flicked on the switch, to awaken an immaculate, elegant collection of books. Multiple bookshelves with their inky treasures that adorned the room.

A chandelier hanging from the ceiling, two cream and ivy armchairs and a desk, cherished with embellishments of nostalgia. That was all that accompanied the books. The stories. The armchairs faced the large window, faced reality instead of the magnitude of imagination clinging to the bookshelves.

Your eyes couldn’t take it all in. It was perfect, beautiful. All that you’ve ever imagined.

“It was my father's study.” Jaemin’s whisper barely escaped his closing throat. His father, who abandoned him. “I haven’t been in here since he left.”

Your heart begged to give him a hug, to envelope your arms around his hurting, frail figure. His face cold, reserved, detached.

“Thank you.” You knew those two, simple words couldn’t express your gratitude, but it was the only thing that you could summon from your agape mouth. It was in that moment that you saw a flash of hurt on his face, that he showed a fraction of his bruised, aching heart. It was in that moment his suffering got the better of him, his throbbing heart begged for comfort, for sympathy, for help, silently. You knew pain all too well. You also knew his pride would never let him show it. So it was in that moment that your hand sought his.

He straightened himself, retracted his hand, buried his pain.

“Go on,” he forced a laugh, “I brought you here so you could read.”

You left his side and went to inspect the multitude of books resting in the protection of the bookshelf. Your fingers ran across their backs, your eyes scanned their titles, until one caught your eye. You pulled it from its comfort, to bear its weight, its words in your hand.

Jaemin went to sit in one of the chairs, his body sinking in their sympathy, their solace. You followed suit, plopping yourself down on the chair adjacent. The stars shined down on your both, his eyes lurid in reflection.

You opened the book, sweet smell of vanilla flowers and almonds welcoming you. You found yourself lost in its words, in its advice. It was nice, sitting in silence, reading while Jaemin contemplated the stars. You never would’ve guessed that your time with him would be so- so pleasant, enjoyable even. You didn’t like to admit it, but it was true.

It was as if you didn’t need to talk in order to be comfortable. You both finally had something in common (other than your stubbornness and competitiveness) - a love of silence. After what seemed like minutes, you looked over to see Jaemin, sleeping. He never was fond of reading. You looked up to the clock- [10:48pm]

‘Shit.’ you muttered.

You lifted yourself from the chair, as quietly as you could and made your way to the door. Hesitantly, you stopped, to look at Jaemin’s face once more, to admire it. You saw a different side of him that night, in the silence. That smug expression absent, no smirk to be seen. You saw the real side of him. A hurting side with an aching heart, a quiet side.

He looked beautiful, basking in the moonlight. His sharp jawline, his disheveled hair, his tempting lips. You studied him, observed him, like a piece of art.

“Am I really that handsome?” He laughed, arrogance, narcissism intertwined with his smile. You should’ve known he was awake. His captivating eyes were making you delusional. The darkness was making you forget.

“Thank you.” He added, almost a whisper. Reminding you of his vulnerability, or whatever it was that pulled sympathy from your heartstrings.

“For what” Your eyes searched for something in his, honesty, perhaps.

But his eyes moved to the floor. “For being here, right now. I needed it.”

Words escaped your mouth before you even realised. “You don’t always have to pretend you're fine.”

He took a second glance at you, looking as if he’d been accused. “Why wouldn’t I be fine?” He hissed the final word.

“Have you ever talked about your Dad after he left?”

“Why would I?” His voice got louder, trying to drown out the pain, the feeling. “He abandoned us, he doesn’t deserve to be remembered.”

“You’re clearly hurting, and that’s o—”

“Y/n, I’m fine.” He tried to shut it down, to stop your sympathy, for that’s what worked with everyone else. They gave up easily. You didn’t.

“You’re clearly not fine!”

“Why won’t you drop this!” he persisted, pleaded.

“I can’t just sit by and do nothing when you’re clearly suffering!”

“And why is it?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Because I care.”

You didn’t know what overcame you, but something did. You weren’t sure why you cared, but you did. Something in you cared, something in you wanted him to stop hurting, because you knew how that felt. Maybe it was your all too naive empathy that felt his aching before he did. You could see he was the bruises on his heart before he would even care to notice. It was that something that encouraged you to speak the words you used to swallow. You could never fathom what he’s been through, but something in you wanted to learn, to understand, to at least try. You didn’t like it, that something, that feeling, that urge.

Something in his eyes shifted as he stood up out of the chair. Something in your stomach shifted as well, butterflies rising. The darkness caressed his face, sharpening his gaze. He sauntered over to you. You panicked. You tried to rush a ‘goodbye’, attempting to leave. A familiar hand clasped your wrist. He pulled you back and in close, eliminating the gap between you. His other hand found its way to your waist. His twilight eyes taking you in, pulling you, luring you.

You were nearly lost in his ethereal gaze. His face slowly leaned towards yours, just a fraction. You were inches away from each other. You could feel his hot breath on your cheek. Desperate desire scattered in his iris. This situation was all too familiar. Want overwhelmed you as you found yourself almost lifting your chin up. Preparing yourself. But his lips sought for your ear instead.

“You’ll regret this.”

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a/n : Thanks for reading this and for all the support!! Next chapter we’ll finally get to Haechan’s Halloween party. People will show their true colors, and others will let their hearts get the better of them. Can’t wait!

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See you next time -> Saturday 19th xx

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potaetaezz · 5 years

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pairing: Nct Dream x Reader [female]

genre/au: fluff | teeny bit of angst (to come) | enemies to lovers | Everyone is just a clueless bunch of weirdos, you get the drill… or so you thought.

warnings: slight swearing, immature content, tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: its’s my first fanfic so no judgment lol | Jaemin is getting friskyyy | Longer Chp | here we go~

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Your jaw dropped as the hoodie landed on the table in front of you. All you could smell was ‘him’. The regret gnawing at the lining of your stomach. Everyone was watching, everyone heard. You didn’t have to look up to know shock was plastered on Renjun’s face. But you felt the need to look up at Jeno. For you could never anticipate his reaction.

A laugh.

“No wonder you didn’t come to the cake shop with me.”

He laughed.

Surprisingly, It didn’t hurt - the fact that Jeno laughed too easily. It didn’t hurt as much. But maybe the anger rising up your throat distracted you.

Jaemin leaned in casually to meet your ear. “I think this beats your little note.” His smirk teased you.

So that’s what this was. Revenge for the note, that insignificant note. You were known to act on impulse, and if you listened to your heart you’d be shouting at him already, trying anything to wipe that smirk off his face. However, this time you thought to listen to your head. To plan it out for once. To play the game.

He backed away but wasn’t finished. “It looked better on you anyways, especially in bed.” He eyed the hoodie and made sure everyone could hear him, especially you.

You looked up to meet Jaemin’s alluring gaze. He was confident. He thought you’d melt. Little did he know you were built of stone. Stubborn as a rock.

“Yeah I agree, you looked better without it, without a shirt as well for that matter.” You held his gaze. Forced a smile. Clenched your jaw. Swallowed the rage rising in your throat. Sarcasm hidden well in your unwavering voice.

The reaction on his face, however, made it all worth it. The smirk faded, satisfaction in his eyes vanished.

“Oh, yeah.” He chuckled anxiously. He masked his surprise. One would think he looked nervous, naive even, but you didn’t dare underestimate him.

You batted your eyelashes, attempting to act coy. Tilting your head ever so slightly, gazing up seductively into his eyes despite nearly gagging. “Anything else?”

He rubbed his neck and then straightened himself, adjusted his disguise, cleared his throat. “Not yet.” his words followed by a wink.

Your cheeks flushed too easily. Your spark of confidence disappearing immediately, as well as your forced smile.

He walked back to an eager Haechan, leaving the room in silence. All eyes fell onto you. You stuffed the hoodie into your bag as fast as possible, hoping the scent would disappear with it.

It didn’t.

You looked over to Renjun, preparing to see a glare your way. Or something similar.

Even he’s laughing. Your eyes met his as he crafted a heart in the air with his fingers and quirked his eyebrows.

You sighed. Loudly

‘I just want this day to be over.’

Everyone began to talk again, but anyone could’ve guessed it was about you.

“So Jaemin huh?” Jeno’s voice snapped you back into reality.

“Oh no, it’s just,,,uhm,, it’s not what it looks like.”

He nodded, a polite smile etched on his face.

‘He definitely thinks I slept with him.’

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POV CHANGE- Jaemin

———

“Without a shirt as well for that matter.”

Jaemin walked casually back over to a confused Haechan.

Heartbeat fast, shocked, though he’d never admit it. Jaemin didn’t like the way he was feeling.

“What happened dude?”

Jaemin looked just as, if not more confused, “I don’t know, normally she’d like freak out or something or get all shy.”

Haechan bobbed his head in agreement, leaning up against the cool wall. “So should we like, just forget about the whole bet thing? Maybe she’s caught on?”

A spark ignited in Jaemin’s eyes, and a sly smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. He shook his head. “Not yet, just wait.”

Although Jaemin could barely remember why the bet was created, he wasn’t ready to give up on it, not when it was just getting entertaining. Jaemin always thought y/n was different, interesting even. Turns out he wasn't the only one, hence the bet.

It started as a way to get y/n’s attention, to flush her pale cheeks once in a while. She was focused, clever, eyes like ice. What was the harm in getting her flustered? Jaemin was competitive, curious. One thing led to another and here he was, trying to win her over, trying to make her fall, trying to achieve her trust. He never thought about the consequences, however. He always just saw it as a bit of fun, a laugh even. Little did he know she could be so dangerous.

“That was kinda fun though….” Haechan broke Jaemin's trail of thought.

Jaemin didn’t want to admit it, but, it was. There was something about y/n’s gaze that made him want to hold it, something about her resistance that made him pay attention. He didn’t like it. Looking into her lucid, chaotic, moon eyes made him feel something that wasn’t welcomed. That warmed his blood. Softened his smile. He hated it. He was losing control. But he wasn’t ready to give up. Not yet.

———

POV CHANGE - Y/n

———

*Lunch bell rings*

You left Jeno with an awkward “cya” and headed to the cafeteria, knowing you probably wouldn’t get that far because well, news spread too fast in that school.

You spotted Lila almost running down the hallway, toward you. She skidded to a halt. “So,” she lifted one eyebrow, “spill.” Renjun caught up with her and nodded his head in agreement.

“Come on y/n!” she pestered.

“Later okay? My house. I promise, but still, it’s just a mis—”

“Deal. Now let’s go I’m starving.” She never did like a spoiler, especially when it came to your gossip because you never had any gossip.

You all sat around the table. The green-haired boy grabbing the seat next to Renjun.

“Hi, I’m Chenle.” He was cute, eyes bright. “I’m also from Chin—”

His eyes trailed upward, and yours followed.

“Can I borrow her for a second?” Jaemin spits out, looking at Lila. “Yeah, thanks.” She didn’t even get a chance to respond before his hand grabbed your wrist, encouraging demanding you to follow him.

He lead you out to the empty hallway. The darkness seemed to accompany you, kissing goosebumps on your arms. He let go of your wrist, and put his hand on the wall behind you, leaning into your gaze. You were trapped between the wall and his frame, attempting to avoid his eyes which bore unrelentlessly into yours.

Your frustration overcame you. His scent overwhelmed you.

“You left. Your mom had to drop me to school. Your mom, Jaemin. All because what-” your voice began to rise, anger began to rise, “because you’re embarrassed to walk in with me? Is that it? You barely know me! Why-”

A string pulled the corners of his mouth up, to expose his teeth in a smile.

“What?” Your voice dipped in hesitation.

He shook his head, chuckling. “Did my presence mean that much to you?”

You rolled your eyes, expecting nothing more from him than arrogance.

“I’m sorry.”

You looked up to his gaze, searching for sincerity, for truth, for regret. And there it was. Or else it was an illusion, but you didn’t care anymore.

He continued. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?” you taunted, tested.

“Just trust me.” He removed his hand from the wall. His intertwined eyelashes tempting you, that scar on his jaw teasing you.

He walked away, and back came the regret tugging at your seams, begging you to fall apart, fall into his gaze, fall into his arms.

It was hard to keep reminding yourself of his reputation. He wasn’t being sincere, he was luring you, tricking you. Still, you wanted to believe him, to trust him despite his act, despite everything. It just seemed right.

You walked into class, to see Jeno reading yet another book, but he didn’t look so perfect anymore, yet the glow still embraced him. Jaemin was toying with your emotions, you remembered. You had just accepted your feelings for Jeno, so why does a tinge of disappointment tug at your core. It wasn’t fair.

‘Jaemin’s just getting in my head.’ You repeated.

Jeno flashed a smile, which calmed your oncoming headache.

“So, the cafe today?”

“I’m sorry I promised time with Renjun and Lila.” Now you felt disappointment, but you couldn’t cancel on Lila or Renjun, especially after Sunday.

“Tomorrow?”

“Definitely.” You smiled back.

Your phone beeped from your bag.

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[ haechanniee: Don’t forget about me [2:08]

‘How the hell did he get my number?’

haechanniee: Tutoring ?? [2:09]

imaginey/n: In like 3 days? I’m free then? [2:10]

haechanniee: I’ll be over tomorrow. [2:12]

imaginey/n: Over where? [2:13]

imaginey/n: Hello?? [2:15]

read @ 2:15 ]

‘What the fuck?’

———

You spread out on the couch, watching yet another episode of ‘Jade the Virgin’ when you heard the door unlock.

‘They must be here.’

But to your misfortune, in walks Ten.

“Y/n you won’t guess what happened last night. It was A-mazing!”

“You left me outside with no keys!!” You reminded him.

“Oh shit, what’d you do?”

You hesitated. Ten might be the most unforgetful brother ever, but still, he was protective of his little sister.

‘Uhhh.. so what was so amazing?” you attempted to change the subject.

It worked.

He started his long extravagant story but didn’t get too far because thankfully Lila and Renjun strolled in.

Ten reassured you you’d hear the rest of his story later, then headed into his room. Lila swooped in to sit beside you on the couch. She leaned in, eyes eager for the ‘exciting’ news.

So you told them, the important parts. His mom, him leaving that morning, the hoodie ‘performance’. However you left out one small detail; the way his face nuzzled into your neck, his hot breath on your ear, his arm wrapped around your waist as if he’d never let go. You weren’t sure why you left it out, for it meant nothing. Yet the ‘something’ tormenting your insides convinced you to leave it out.

Usually, you were good at deciphering your emotions, usually. But now, not so much, You didn’t know what you were meant to feel, meant to say, meant to do with a person like Jaemin. A person you couldn’t read. You didn’t know what was festering in the lowest part of your stomach. You didn’t know why your heart played up when his gaze wandered to you. Your mind was at war around him, your thoughts, feelings, judgements constantly bickering, constantly contrasting one another.

You just didn’t know what to do.

‘Want’ on the edge of your lips, yet each time you swallowed it. Because - you had to.

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You saw Jaemin around the school the next day, but he kept his distance, catching your eye every once in a while. The distance was good, giving peace to your mind, but of course, it didn’t last very long.

Wednesday [6:18]

You just arrived home from meeting with Jeno at a new cake shop he found. You found it nice, a break almost. Your heart acted up a bit, but for the most part, you kept it under control.

You flopped onto your bed like a fish. You did love your bed. You changed into pajamas and settled into its embrace, and read the new book Jeno gave you. Finally, you could relax. Rain began to fall outside, heavily, crashing against the window.

A knock suddenly emerged from the front door. Ten was gone for the night, and you weren’t expecting anyone. You crept up to the door, grabbing a frying pan just in case. You gripped the door handle tightly, slowly pushing down. The knock sounded again. You peaked carefully through the crack in the door. There was a man, dressed in black, clothes soaked.

“Y/n let me the fuck in!” He shouted.

“Haechan?” You opened the door immediately. “What the hell are you doing outside my house. No, how do you even know where I live??”

“I texted you. And Jaemin. Anything else? I’m freezing here!”

You ushered him in, taking his coat from him, which was dripping water onto the now soaking floor. He met your face with a childish grin, and then sat down on the couch.

“So…tutoring?”

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You begin with the tutoring, but knowing Haechan you also knew it wouldn’t last long.

-- 30 minutes past, until he gave up.

“Let’s do something else.” he begged, and how could anyone say no to his ‘puppy dog’ eyes.

“Like?”

“Questions. Let’s get to know each other.”

“That’s fair.” you agreed, without much hesitation.

He started out easy, asking you about your favourite movies, songs, interests, just general things.

“What’s happening with Jeno?” now that, you weren’t expecting.

“Uhh, nothing. We’re just friends.”

“You sure?”

You laughed in response, for what could you say. Yes, you did like him, but now, you hadn’t the slightest clue. Everything changed so quickly, especially your feelings.

“My turn!” you break the silence, “What’re you really doing here?”

“I wanted to see you.”

“Why?” you ask again, his vagueness intriguing you, but he shakes his head.

“My turn now.” There was almost tension lurking in the space between you. He moved closer, his eyes deep within yours. “What’re you doing with Jaemin?”

His name stung. You matched his confidence. “Ask him, I’m not doing anything.” lies. The knot twisted in your stomach.

“Why do you want to see me?”

“Because that’s what I want.” A smile flashed on his face. His eyes broke your gaze. He edged closer.

His voice purred in your ear, echoed through your mind. “I’ll warn you now y/n, if you fall for Jaemin’s tricks, you’ll regret it.”

You jumped at the sound of your phone beeping. Away from the tension, away from his words.

nanajaeminn: tomorrow, 7pm. I’ll be outside.

You looked up, into Haechan’s eyes once again.

“Just a warning dear, that doesn’t mean you have to follow it.”

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a/n : Haechan is finally giving y/n a warning. But is he being sincere? Was it staged? And also what is Jaemin planning?? Stay tuned to see a more vulnerable and fluffy Jaemin because I know you need some more fluffy Jaemin time. Something is coming so enjoy the fluffiness, and then drama will finally unfold.

Sorry for the delayed episode!! Thanks for your patience!

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See you next time -> Monday 14th xx

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pairing: Nct Dream x Reader [female]

genre/au: fluff | teeny bit of angst (to come) | enemies to lovers | Everyone is just a clueless bunch of weirdos, you get the drill… or so you thought.

warnings: slight swearing, immature content, underage drinking

A/N: its’s my first fanfic so no judgment lol | Longer Chp | here we go~

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Your jaw dropped to the floor, but there was no string to pull it back up. Your eyes widened, taking in more light than you imagined. You paused. A flurry of thoughts confusing you, consuming you. His face didn’t change, he was sure of his words. Your words, however, had failed you, you lost your voice staring into his eyes.

“Today after school, Cafe Fontana.” He said. Of course, the cafe, the first place he invited you to, the place you foolishly thought was a date. The place you first talked to Jaemin.

But by the time you swallowed your bewilderment, he was already back to his book. Your heart, however, was too loud to go back to reading, studying. Your mind too clouded to focus.

‘How can he just act like nothing happened?’

You couldn’t help but wonder if he was always this way. If he always said exactly what he thought, if he was always so confident. He was clearly not taking no for an answer. So you buried your protest, your rebuttal. Because really, what harm could one date do?

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Jeno didn’t show up to the last class, instead leaving you sitting alone at your desk. Your stomach turned as the time passed, as the clock yearned for the end of class. Your whole body on edge, muscles tense. Whatever words the teacher was spitting didn’t enter your brain, your whole mind fazed, rattled. You hadn’t expected to be this nervous.

‘It’s only Jeno,’ you comforted, ‘but this Jeno has changed.’

The bell rang amidst your chaotic thoughts, which shook you out of whatever trance had you trapped. The butterflies gathered in your throat instead of your stomach. You liked Jeno, past tense. But Jeno had changed, and therefore so did you. Maybe this ‘date’ would be a good way to get to know his new side, or maybe it was a warning, not to trust him. He was as confusing as your feelings, and that overwhelmed you with uneasiness.

You packed your bag slowly, wasting as much time as you could. You trudged down the hall, butterflies gnawing inside of you. A tall figure planted themselves in front of you. You stopped just in time. Your eyes trailed upwards to his. Jaemin’s.

His face was contorted, a frown pulling his forehead down. His eyes unclear.

“Can we talk for a second?”

You wanted to say yes, you wanted to talk with him.

“Maybe tomorrow?” You tried to smile.

His face relaxed in an instant. His unclear eyes portrayed a hint of disappointment. But it disappeared in a blink. He cleared his throat and walked away. He knew you wouldn't say yes because he knew who you were going to meet. He had told him too many times.

You could’ve easily called him back. Asked what’s wrong. But he probably just wanted help with homework. Or someone to tease.

‘It couldn’t be that bad, could it?’

You shoved the thought off fast, as you continued your walk to the cafe.

Nothing changed inside the cafe expect themselves. It was still as cute as ever. Still painted with pastels and memories. Your eyes glanced around the room, until they settled on Jeno, even sitting in same seat as last time. Your heart warmed, but your mind cooled it down just as fast.

‘He’s changed.’

You strolled over, his eyes finally focusing on you. He sent that same puppy smile your way, eyes like moons. You swallowed your recollections.

“You’re late.” He hissed, but he was still smiling.

“Better late than never.”

He changed his clothes. He was now wearing a navy shirt over black pants. He looked nothing short of fancy. His hair was combed. He had one dangly earring in, shining silver in the light. You hated how you noticed everything. You hated how good he looked.

As you took your seat, he shoved a muffin and an iced coffee your way. “I remembered.”

You nodded slightly, a smile growing. He surely did.

You talked about school, game night, most of everything but never once did he mention the party or Jaemin. He was careful when picking his words. You too decided to leave those topics alone. Decided to let them be.

“Is this all you thought I had planned?” he asked abruptly once you finished your coffee.

You nodded.

“I’m better than that y/n.”

He stood up, gesturing you to follow. He threw your bag over his shoulder and began to leave. He never told you where you were going, but he seemed excited.

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As you neared the place, Jeno told you to close your eyes. You followed him blindly, literally. His hand softly gripped yours, leading the way. Until he stopped, you stopped. His hands covered your eyes for a moment, and then they lifted. You opened your eyes, the brightness making you blink a few times until you saw it. You saw the place.

‘Laser tag.’

“I know it’s no Mario Kart but-“

“Are you kidding?!” you began to freak, “I’ve always wanted to come here.”

You did love gaming, and now you could finally star in your own game. He held the door open for you, smiling so brightly he outdid the sun.

———

You pulled the heavy vest over you, which Jeno helped with, until you were all suited up and ready for action. You held the gun like you’ve held one before, comfortably. You entered the ‘area’. It was almost pitch black, red and blue flashing lights surrounded you. It was only then you realised your vest flashed blue and Jeno’s flashed red.

“Think you’ll win?” He chuffed.

“Think you can beat me?”

The siren blared. You ran. You didn’t have the slightest clue where you were going, but anywhere was better than the middle of the arena. You spotted higher ground. You ran towards it. A person with a flasher passed, you aimed, shot. It hit. You kept running. People were shooting at you but you were good, you were fast. Finally, you reached the tower. From there you could see the whole arena, you could easily hit all the red flashers. You began to take aim, focusing on one person who stood helpless in the middle. You fired.

You could hear footsteps, you crouched, gun in hand. Someone ran past, not even looking to see you. But someone followed. He appeared, looking you right in the eye.

“Can’t hide up here all day y/n.” Jeno said.

You released the trigger, you shot. You ran. You could almost hear him laugh as you headed anywhere. You knew he was following you, he wouldn’t let you get away so easily. You were fast, but he was faster. You ran until you hit a dead end. He had you cornered, trapped. He gripped his gun tightly, aiming just for you.

He stepped closer. Your breath hitched. A drip of sweat trickled down your forehead. His hair was ruffled, a mix of gel and sweat making it glisten. You traced the curve of his smile smirk. He stepped closer again.

His words found their way to your ear; “Am I too close?” Your heart remembered those words. Remembered them well.

The was a tension pulling him closer to you. You edged back slightly, reality kicking in, reminding you it was Jeno. You edged back until you couldn’t go any further. Your back collided with the cold wall. His eyes weighed your features. The darkness inside them portrayed the stars they held. He had the type of eyes you could get lost in, the eyes you found yourself staring into, the eyes that told you it was okay. But right now, he had the eyes of shadows, the eyes of the darkness, the eyes that overpowered you with want.

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POV - Jeno

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He took one final step, looking down on her with fascination. Their glances battled each other until one gave in. He gave in. He knew she didn’t like him, not like that, but he couldn’t resist. One of his hands rested against the wall behind her. His head dipped a little further, he leaned in a little closer. Temptation staring him right in the face, batting her eyelashes at him. He knew he shouldn’t do it, shouldn’t play with her heart, but how could he refuse. He knew it wasn’t right, but right now, devoured by the darkness, that didn’t really matter. He wanted to.

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POV - y/n

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He was too close for anything good to happen, but you couldn’t pull back, move away. He had you pressed up against a wall. There was no escape. He leaned impossibly closer. His lips just brushed yours, but not gently, not innocently. His lips were like a tease, fiery and demanding. Until finally, after all the rejection, you gave in.

The kiss was soft at first, your lips working in rhythm. Until something changed, something became more urgent. His kissed you as if he was searching for air underwater. Searching for oxygen. He kissed you like he had to, like he needed to. Warmth spread throughout your body. Desire like friction working between you. His other hand gripped your hip and your arms locked around his neck, pulling him into you. His teeth tugged at your lip until he destroyed you once more, consumed you.

You pulled away, taking in oxygen for a moment, breathing heavily, until his lips sought for your neck instead. A moan slipped through your teeth, quiet enough for only him to hear, for only him to receive the victory. He pulled away again, a tiny smile tugging at his red lips. His kiss broke you, ruined you. Looking into his eyes afterward was close to heaven. His lips left you dazed. You swallowed. Cheeks hot.

He stepped backwards, but didn’t turn around. He lifted his gun slowly, the barrel staring right at your chest. His finger released the trigger. He shot. Your vest flashed blue. You’d been shot. He laughed as he turned around. His hand waving at you.

You were fast, gun in hand before you knew it. You fired at him. You shot him in the back. Which caused his laugh to grow louder.

A smile pulled at your mouth, one that you couldn’t stop. If there was one word to describe Jeno it was unexpected.

Your team ended up actually winning, which you would never let Jeno forget or live down.

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You walked home alone, for Jeno had ‘urgent business’ to attend to. He apologized multiple times, which almost made your heart swell. Surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward after the kiss, you two talked as normal. He almost seemed used to this situation.

Once you were alone in the silence of the night, you could finally think about your date. It was nice, to say the least, perhaps even perfect. Your body began to warm thinking about it. Your heart remembered what it was like to like Jeno, it remembered his puppy smile, it remembered the feel of his lips. It was becoming all too easy to fall back into his charm again.

Once you arrived home, you were prepared to leap into bed. But there was one small problem. Your bed contained Lila.

“Lila?” You asked, just as shocked as she was. She was wrapped in your duvet, holding a cup of tea.

“Hey y/n, where were you?”

You made up a lame excuse, praying she’d believe you. She did.

“Everything okay?” You had to make sure.

She smiled, reassuring you. “We’ll talk after, now get a shower you stink.”

You hopped into the shower, Jeno’s kiss lingered on you, his scent held onto your clothes. You were glad to wash it off, despite how amazing the kiss was. You threw on a pair of pyjamas and settled into the bed beside Lila.

She shot up, legs crossed. “Now don’t freak out okay..” she began. You rolled your eyes but sat up a little straighter nonetheless. “I kinda, barely, just about, like Haechan.”

That was the second time that day your jaw dropped. “H-Haechan?”

She began to splutter about when it began, how they almost kissed at his party but Renjun ruined it, how he kept smiling at her at the game night.

“So it’s basically a full-on crush?” you began to laugh. Sure Lila had had boyfriends and flings in the past, but they all liked her first. This was the first time she actually liked a guy first. You couldn’t help but laugh. Her cheeks were now bright red, eyes glossy.

“What do you think?” Her voice shy.

“I’m happy for you obviously!!” You began to freak out, but in a good way, in the best way. You enveloped your arms around her as she began to scream. “I actually like him, I’ve never said that out loud before!”

But her laughing didn’t last long. “Now y/n, your turn to spill. I want to hear all about it.”

“About what?” You looked around the room for an escape.

“About everything.” But her smirk told you she wasn’t letting you getaway.

“Fine..” you rolled your eyes, “But God where do I start?”

“How about your kiss with Jaemin?”

So you told her, for you had no choice. You told her about your kiss with Jaemin, about your date with Jeno, about every insignificant thing that happened. And she was speechless. It was then that you realised just how much has happened, just how close you became with Jeno and Jaemin. But the worst realisation of all, was that if Jaemin had never spilled coffee on you that day, none of this would’ve happened.

“Why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve sorted that mess out together?” Were her first words, but soon after she muttered under her breath: “But really? You got to kiss both of them?”

“All that matters is that we can talk about all of it tonight in detail, but I wonder what would make this better?” You quirked your eyebrows at her.

“Hmm let me think, oh yeah, ice-cream.” she squealed.

It was annoying the fact that you had to change back into regular clothes but the ice-cream was worth it. Whenever you or Lila had some ‘girl-talk’ you couldn’t share with Renjun, or something really serious you needed to talk about, you’d discuss it over a tub of ice-cream. A certain flavour for a certain mood. Because to be honest, ice-cream makes everything better.

You walked out together into the cold, the sky inked with a beautiful array of colours. As you walked, you discussed your situation first, because it was all the more confusing.

The walk to the ice-cream place was long but completely worth it. You went to open the door, but you saw someone awfully too familiar inside. Someone who’s lips have crashed against yours. Someone who didn’t even notice you because they were too busy staring into another girl's eyes.

Jeno.

A pain struck your heart. Left you breathless. Speechless. And that wasn’t the first time.

Jeno stood inside the ice-cream parlour, one arm wrapped casually around the girl's waist, pulling her close to him. You could always spot Jeno in a crowd, you hated that. His lips went to peck her forehead. They were too close, too romantic, too much to be friends.

‘So that was his ‘business’ he had to attend to.’

It wasn’t even the same girl as the party. It wasn’t even you. Your own stupidity crawled up your throat, whispered into your ear, gnawed at your stomach. You stood helpless outside the door, staring at him, at your reflection, at how pathetic you looked.

‘And I believed he cared, I believed he changed.’ you kept repeating to yourself, over and over.

A lump now formed in your throat. All you could do was breathe. You were frozen, eyes solely locked on them. You had only just kissed the guy, you had only gone out on one date, you didn’t even like him fully. So why did it hurt? Why were you suffocating?

“Let’s go.” You spit out to Lila. She too was staring at Jeno and the girl.

“No. We’re getting some fucking ice-cream.” She grabbed your arm and yanked you inside.

“No no no no.” You kept repeating but she wasn’t letting go. She wasn’t giving in. She pulled you right up to the counter. Right beside Jeno.

His eyes wandered to your face. He went pale. He looked just as shocked as you. But there was no sign of regret in his eyes. The lady at the counter handed him his ice cream. He swallowed. He turned away. He pretended he didn’t even see you. You didn’t know what was worse. Lila scoffed, glaring at him. Turns out it wasn’t you who shot him in the back, but the other way around.

Lila ordered the largest tub of ice cream they had, filled it with a variety of ice creams and handed it to you. Two spoons and all. Whilst you were frozen, she took you by the hand and led you all the way home. And soon enough you were back in your bed, with a pint of ice cream, wrapped in your blanket.

“Now we have to talk.” Lila said, looking you in the eye.

“Haechan once warned me about Jaemin, saying I would regret him. But did he know Jeno was worse?”

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Getting up for school that morning was hard. A puffy face. a stomach full of ice-cream, knowing you’d have to see Jeno. At least Lila was there to help you through it.

Walking into school, you felt a curtain of regret cascade over you. That ache returned in your stomach, your own stupidity back again clawing its way up your throat. Lila was right beside you, but you knew you’d have to face Jeno alone.

Thankfully he wasn’t in yet, so you had some time to prepare yourself for his entrance. You took out your books and began to read. It was getting so late you thought he’d never show up. Hoping he’d never show up. But he’d never let you off that easy.

Soon enough he plopped down onto the seat beside you. An awkward tension, an uneasy strain settled between you. You ignored him. You didn’t dare even look at his desk let alone at his face. You kept your mouth shut. All-day. And so did he.

One person that wasn’t in all day was Jaemin. You didn’t hear him rushing in late to class, or see him around the cafeteria at lunchtime. He must’ve known about Jeno’s facade, his tricks.

‘Why didn’t he warn me?’

———

Finally, you were back in the comfort of your bed, embraced by your blankets. Finally, you were out of Jeno’s sight. The day went awkwardly, to say the least, but at least you didn’t have to talk to him or even look at him. You spent all of lunch with Renjun and Lila which calmed your nerves.

You were in the middle of watching ‘Jade the Virgin’ when a knock came from the door. You pulled yourself out of bed. You hadn’t been expecting anyone.

“Who’s there?” You shouted, for you and Ten lacked a keyhole.

But there was no answer.

“Hello?” you asked again.

A knock emerged again.

Eventually, you gave up and slowly opened the door.

He stood there, drenched by the rain, a pitiful look on his face.

Jeno. You were seeing him all too much lately.

“What do you want?” you hissed. Even just looking at him the rage began the swirl inside you, race through your veins. You clenched your jaw.

“Look- let me just-“

“No. You’ve fooled me too many times Lee Jeno. Like really, who do you think you are?” You almost laughed at his audacity to show up at your place, uninvited and even attempt to explain himself. There was nothing to explain, nothing to talk about.

“I’m sorry, I was just having a bit of fun.” He actually had the confidence to speak such words. To say sorry when his eyes, his mouth didn’t mean it. Nothing could calm the storm in your heart. Whatever confidence he had, whatever gave him the audacity, you were about to tear it down.

“You played with me. You made a fool out of me. You tricked me. Who gave you the right huh? How dare you?!”

He swallowed. He piped down. He lost his voice before you. He was almost sheepish. It felt good. He huffed, sighed. He got angry with himself as well.

Although you could tell he wasn’t finished. You could tell he was holding something back, hiding something. Biting his tongue from spilling the words.

“All this because of that stupid bet.”

But it was too late. It was too late for him to take back the words.

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a/n: thanks for reading! what do you think? ‘Bet’ you weren’t expecting that. (I need to stop) What will Jeno do, will he at least try and take the words back? Will y/n believe him? What will she think, especially about Jaemin? Just wait till next episode!!

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Saturday [3:46]

“No wonder he invited me out. All for Jaemin’s sake.” It bugged you to be honest.

You felt embarrassed and weak. Jeno invited you somewhere yet it turns out it wasn’t even for you. “I even wore a dress for God’s sake!”

You snuggled up under your blankets, with a cup of chamomile warming your hands and calming your anger. At least you had your book to comfort you. You turned off your phone and stared out the window. Rain began to knock at the window, and the wind encouraged the trees to dance.

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Monday [8:26]

You never wanted to go to school, that much was true. But today, you dreaded it. All you wanted to do was cower under your duvet, to avoid the embarrassment of facing Jeno. You didn’t regret what happened, but thinking about it every second yesterday, made you doubt yourself and your frustration. Maybe Jeno would be mad at you, maybe Jaemin might say something. At least if you were at home you could delay it, but Renjun ruined that plan.

“Why didn’t you come yesterday?” Renjun asked quietly.

Every Sunday you, Renjun and Lila would try to meet at Barrio’s Cafe for lunch to catch up, but yesterday you bailed, because, well you still felt a bit pathetic. After being so excited and eager to hang out with Jeno, and then finding out it was for Jaemin’s sake didn’t exactly put you in a good mood.

“Oh-umm because I wasn’t feeling well.” Renjun looked at you for a second, almost trying to read the real answer off your face, but then he smiled.

“Hope you’re feeling better.”

He knew you were lying, your face and awkwardness gave it away, (you really, really can’t lie) but he didn’t question you, or ask again. He knew better than that. He knew you’d tell him at the right time. That was the 2nd reason you were best friends with Renjun, he understood you, perfectly and knew exactly what you needed.

You felt your heart rate increase significantly on the way to school. You began to sweat, and your anxiety got the best of you. Flashes of hesitation crossed your mind, and you were just about to run back home, run away from your problems. Luckily Renjun was there to stop you.

Jeno wasn’t there, as you took your seat. You looked over and Renjun was befriending a green haired guy who couldn’t stop laughing. And then Jeno caught your eye. He was talking to someone, and then turned to you, pointing his finger. He wasn’t laughing, and he didn’t look angry. Either way, you stared at the table, cheeks growing warmer, until you couldn’t feel their eyes on you anymore.

“Hey y/n.” You recognised Jeno’s voice beside you.

- And let the awkwardness begin -

You just looked at him briefly and nodded your head. You couldn’t read him, and therefore you didn’t know what to expect.

“Look,” he began. You braced yourself for the worst, eyes still staring at the table. “I’m really sorry for what happened.”

You lifted you head and looked at him. His eyes were practically pleading you to forgive him, like a puppy. He looked tired, dark circles below his eyes and his hair was dishevelled, yet he was overwhelmingly attractive. “Your sorry? No no, I’m sorry. For acting out and walking away like that.”

His eyes were now bright and his smile brighter .“I was worried you were mad at me.” he sounded relieved.

Conscience: Who be this boy that disrupts your feelings?

“Oh, I have a preposition for you.” He turned to you, looking at you head-on getting way more excited than he should’ve. “My friend Haechan is looking for an English tutor. He can be a bit standoffish sometimes, but after the whole Jaemin thing, I think you could convince him to actually do some work…… Y/n?”

“Sorry, you lost me after the first sentence. The Lee Donghyuck is looking for a tutor?”

“Yeah, it’s kinda on the down low. What do you say?”

“Uhh-erm I’m kinda busy this week.” You weren’t, but you didn’t want to admit that Haechan kind of intimidated you. If looks could kill, then it = Haechan.

“I’ll bring you to this cake shop I found recently?” He could tell you still weren’t hooked.

“Everyday this week!” He spit out. And before he could take it back, you agreed.

Now that was a deal you could get on board with.

He walked back over to Haechan and filled him in on the new plan. Haechan glanced at you, and rolled his eyes. Panic rose in your chest. You made the wrong decision, that much was clear.

“So tomorrow, the library at 5?” Jeno asked.

“Wait wait what’s happening?”

“Haechan’s tutoring?”

‘He could not have agreed to the tutoring, no way. From the looks of it, he despises me. How? Why?’ You cried internally. But on the outside you just nodded, attempting a smile.

While you were busy pitying yourself, Jeno took your phone from your bag. “Password?”

“Why?”

“A precaution.” He replied. You spit out your password with uncertainty. You saw a smirk grow on his face. And he handed it back.

You saw a new contact entry: ‘My Saviour <3′ with what was meant to be an ugly picture. (It just wasn’t)

“In case you ever need help with Haechan or Jaemin.” But you were still staring at the picture. “Stop blushing.”

That caught your attention, and you threw your phone in the bag and focused on the book in front of you. “Am not.”

You could’ve sworn you heard Jeno mutter ‘cute’, but it was hard to hear over the pounding in your chest.

“Y/n.” Someone called, but it wasn’t Jeno. It was Renjun. “Someone’s looking for you outside.” He wasn’t his confident self, he almost looked, almost nervous.

You walked out of the classroom without any questions and headed for the front door. You didn’t get very far. Someone grabbed your hood from behind, stopping you in your tracks. Your breath hitched. The halls were empty, silent, and you could almost hear him snigger.

He let go of your hood, and swung you around by your shoulders, still gripping them when you came to a halt.

You wish you could wipe that smirk off his face.

“And we meet again, pest.”

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Monday [2:14]

His eyes were dark and looked as if they were searching for something deep within yours. The corner of his mouth curled up in an unsettling way. Looking at him now, as close as you were, you could see a small scar just above his jawline, and a few smile lines below his eyes. (although you’ve never really seen him smile) You could feel his hot breath on you, and if you were to move any closer, you might kiss the arrogance from his mouth. You could see the specs of gold and allure in his eyes, as they bore into yours, almost devouring you. He was almost flawless. Until he spoke.

“Yes?” You said, trying to hide the waver in your voice.

“I believe you owe me.” His eyes found this amusing. You, however, did not.

You scoffed at his unnatural confidence. “I think it’s the other way around.”

“An apology.” He was overflowing with stubbornness.

“That would be nice, go ahead.” But so were you.

Your conversation was filled with sarcasm, witty comments a touch of amusement.

“If I remember correctly I spilled coffee on you by accident, you did it on purpose.”

He was right and you hated to admit it.

You tried to protest, that he never even apologised and instead gave a cringey remark, but he wasn’t taking it. He just laughed over his shoulder.

“I’ll be expecting a coffee on my desk tomorrow morning. Strong, iced, no milk.”

“And if there’s not?” your voice trailed after him as he sauntered off, as smug as ever.

“I’ll tell Jeno.”

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As you entered the room, you saw Renjun sitting on your desk talking with Jeno, waiting to hear the news. Your mind raced with questions and worry stemming from Jaemin’s obnoxious words.

“Well?” Renjun looked at you with eager eyes.

“He just wanted to talk.” you attempted, facing the floor.

“As long as everything’s okay.” He didn’t ask questions for he knew you wouldn’t answer them.

“Of course, now get off my desk.” you laughed.

As you took your seat, Jeno faced you fully, with uncertainty growing in every breath.

“You sure y/n?”

You knew he wouldn’t give this up until you told him what happened. Jeno was such a caring person, always making sure people were okay or comfortable.

“Yeah, he just--“ you panicked, you couldn’t tell him Jaemin basically blackmailed you because he’d start asking questions which you couldn’t answer. “He apologised.”

You didn’t anticipate the disbelief that masked his face.

‘Shit’ you muttered under your breath. You forgot he was his best friend for a second.

“Jaemin did? Na Jaemin?”

You nodded shyly. What else could you do but play along. You’ve already said too much.

Then he laughed and a smile emerged, yet your heart speeded up with worry, and you laughed a cautious laugh.

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What surprised you most about the day was the fact that Jeno actually kept his promise of bringing you to the cake shop. It was in a quite popular area of the city. There were plants and flowers hanging from the ceiling and walls. The benches by the windows were covered in pillows and light green and pink colours were splattered everywhere.

You tried to pay, but he wouldn’t take it. He was such a gentleman, always.

You sat down in the corner with two small cakes and two coffees. He took aesthetic pictures of you in front of the window and threatened to post them on Instagram. (He did, but only when he got home). Being like this with Jeno, eased your heart a little bit. Renjun and Lila ended up joining as well an hour and a half later. Renjun got along really well with Jeno, and Lila was herself, truly herself.

You haven’t smiled like that in a while. It warmed your heart as you walked home, Jeno ended up following you, as Renjun went with Lila.

Jeno seemed to let down his guard in the moonlight, and he spoke more freely and casually. He was kicking a stone behind you, laughing when he missed, like a child.

But then his deeper and curious side got the better of him.

“Y/n,” he began, his voice deeper than the ocean as he spoke your name softly. “Do you believe in love at first sight.”

That caught you unaware.

The innocence of his voice, mixed with the profound curiosity hiding in the question made you drunk. On the moonlight and everything left unsaid.

You thought about the answer in your head first. “No. I believe that you can be attracted to someone at the start, but it’s who they are that makes you fall into love.”

He smiled. It seemed he too was drunk on the moonlight. You gestured to him for his opinion.

“I don’t know.” his eyes met yours, “I’ve never been in love.” The way the words fell from his mouth made your eyes soften and heart flutter.

The rain began slowly, but neither of you noticed. You were both listening intently to every word in the song Jeno played on his phone. As it began to get heavier, nothing changed. Water rolled down your cheek, but you didn’t rush home. For you loved the rain, and perhaps Jeno’s company even more.

When you reached your door, his eyes gazed into yours, his hand faintly pushed the hair on your face behind your ear. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and bury yourself in his warmth or to lift your chin ever so slightly and have your lips meet his. But before he left, you grabbed a scarf from inside and wrapped it loosely around his neck. Your heart ached to say goodbye.

But his smile soothed the pain.

“Goodnight.”

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Tuesday [7:46]

This was the first time this year Renjun didn’t come to wake you with coffee in his hands. You decided to save yourself the embarrassment of an extra pair of eyes, watching you leave a coffee for the Na Jaemin. You walked into school super early. An idea struck you. The embarrassment doesn’t only have to be for you. You could twist things around ever so slightly.

There was barely anyone in school yet, apart from a few lonely souls haunting the hallways. You saw Lila’s table, and beside it, Jaemin’s.

Bingo

Knowing Lila’s addiction to gossip, she would love this, she will love this. You set the coffee down as well as a note. Definitely, the most sickly sweet note you’ve ever written. It included a few pet names and wayy too many hearts.

You actually gagged writing the note. Oh well, it was for a good cause, kind of. You just wished you could see Jaemin’s face when he reads it. It might even add a bit of color to his cheeks.

The rest of the day was quiet, apart from your heart around Jeno, and for a while, you almost forgot about the whole ‘tutoring Haechan’ thing. You weren’t even that good at English, but looking into Jeno’s eyes you’d agree to anything.

You went to the school library early, to set up. You chose the seat in the corner. You got Haechan a coffee willingly so that he might despise you a little bit less.

You waited until it was about 5:30 but there was still no sign of Haechan. It annoyed you, to say the least.

And just as you were about to start packing up, the brown-haired boy sat down in front of you, not a school bag insight.

“You’re late.” You hissed.

“Am I?” Sarcasm hidden in his voice.

You shoved the coffee over to him and rolled your eyes. “Just please be on time please, I actually have things to do.

He didn’t reply, and you took that as an agreement.

His eyes were full of disinterest and spec of disdain.

“Where’s your book?” You sounded like a mother, but you couldn’t help it.

“In my bag.”

“Which is where?”

“At home.” he laughed. He dared to laugh.

You got up abruptly, packing your bag.

“Look.” your voice wavered, but you were serious. “I’m not wasting my time with someone who—” You stopped mid-sentence. His eyes now full of guilt and acknowledgment. (in like 0.02 seconds)

“Sorry, my mom’s in the hospital.”

You wished you could take back all of your anger. “God Haechan, or Donghyuck. I’m so sorry, I’m not the most patient person in the world.” You attempted a smile. “Is everything okay? You don’t have to say anything if you don’t wan—.” You stopped again.

He began laughing and then smiling such a pure smile. (the duality??…)

“You can call me Haechan, and everything’s okay now.” He was like a whole different person

You were shocked at how like 0.02 seconds ago he was probably the most intimidating person you’ve ever known. But now he’s full of pure smiles and cute expressions.

You began the lesson. He wasn’t great, but he had potential. And that was perfect for you. He attempted every question, and you felt like a proud mom watching him get the hang of it. His innocence didn’t last very long though.

In the middle of doing a question, he looked up, eyes gazing deeply into yours. His eyes changed, from purity to arrogance, which made you stop reading.

“So,” His eyes now bore into yours. All signs of innocence now gone. His mouth curled into a smirk. Like he knew something you didn’t. Which he did.

“What’s going on with Jeno?” He smiled wickedly. He leaned in closer. Whispering words that gently just brushed your ear. “Or perhaps Jaemin?”

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Tuesday [8:56]

“What? It’s not that big of a deal?” but the lure in his eyes said differently. “What else are you going to do? Wait out here all night?”

He had a point. You were locked out, and God knows when Ten would come home. You weighed your options carefully.

“What have I got to lose.”

He looked back, staring you right in the eye, a glint of desire hiding behind the innocent front.

“Just as long as you don’t try anything on me.” The curve of his smile devoured you, “Alright princess?”

Your heart warmed at the new nickname. You hated the way his words had an effect on you. ‘They’re just words’ you repeated to yourself.

“What is it with all the pet names??” You teased, hoping it would hide the colour on your cheeks. A laugh now building in your throat.

“I just can’t pick which one I like best.” He looked forward again, and you followed, without a second thought.

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When he turned into the gateway of his house, your jaw almost hit the floor.

“This cannot be your house.”

Not only was it fricken massive, it was beautiful as if sculpted straight out of heaven. Gold shun from the large windows, long engraved columns at the front supported the house. There was a garden at the entrance, opulent flowers of all colours keeping the low trees company. A wide door awaited to welcome you, but you stopped before you set foot on the steps.

“You’re sure I can stay here?”

He winked in response; “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

“Just pick one!” You rolled your eyes.

The door creaked open, light spilling onto the porch. A woman, with long ebony hair, and curious eyes stood at the doorway. She smiled the same way Jaemin did, charmingly.

“Come in out of the cold.” She spoke gracefully, as she beckoned you in. You did as you were told.

A warm smell of something delicious welcomed you. “You’re just in time,” the woman said, “I’ve just finished dinner.”

You grabbed Jaemin’s coat and tugged it back so he stopped and his eyes met yours once again. “Does she know I’m staying?”

He just tapped the side of his nose and slid his other hand casually into yours. “Let’s get some dinner.”

The ever-present hand intertwined with yours made your heart race.

‘Who does he think he is?’ you were annoyed at his arrogance, but still, you didn’t leave go. Being here with him now, you felt like you were on another planet, in a different world.

The dinner was amazing, and Jaemin’s mother was very relaxed and amusing. After dinner, she kept her promise by showing you embarrassing baby pictures of Jaemin, while he sat opposite, glaring. To your surprise, they weren’t even that bad. He almost looked cute, and his smile was the exact same.

“Y/n you must be tired,” his mother was so thoughtful, unlike her son. “Your room is upstairs, I’m sure Jaemin will show you.”

You noticed his father wasn’t there, but you didn’t dare bring it up. His mother flashed another one of her gracious smiles as she bid goodnight. “Have fun.” You were quick to notice her wink, which made Jaemin rub his neck uncomfortably.

‘Is he uncomfortable with me staying?’ worry clouded your vision.

He brought you upstairs to show you your room. He was quiet. He handed you a large black shirt, likely his, as well as a pair of shorts. “Your bedrooms opposite myn in case you need anything.”

You nodded, smiling shyly.

“Well… uh… night.” He looked timid, almost awkward saying goodnight. You wondered if he’d ever said goodnight to a girl, knowing he’d have to see her in the morning. Jaemin did have quite the reputation, especially of being a ‘player’, teasing many girls' hearts until they fell for him.

But being with him now, being with him all day, you forgot about his reputation. You forgot that his pet names and winks were only part of an act, a torment. You forgot he’s a charmer and that he wasn’t all that meets the eyes. You forgot about the consequences.

As you entered your room, you were welcomed by a rather large bed, which you couldn’t wait to wrap yourself in. A tap at the window made you jump. You had forgotten all about the movie, the horror movie, until the growing darkness reminded you. You threw on Jaemin’s top easily, it fit perfectly, loose in all the right places. It smelled like him, of amber and musk, which made a small smile twitch at your mouth. You didn’t know what you were feeling. You’ve never been in this situation before. It was in this moment you made a promise to yourself.-

‘I, y/n l/n, will never fall for Jaemin and his luring tricks.’

It seemed like the safest thing to do, you knew Jaemin was a flirt, which many couldn’t resist, but you weren’t about to fall, not yet.

You liked Jeno, you had just accepted that, but you couldn’t resist wondering why your heart liked to play up around Jaemin. You ignored it, as you always did, as you had to. You hopped into bed and turned to your side, pulling the soft duvet over your shoulder.

Another bang at the window made your heart race, and not in a good way. Your mind kept replaying the scenes in the horror movie, you felt uneasy. You began to sweat, but didn’t dare remove the duvet. You hated the way the darkness embraced you, not knowing what else it welcomed. You could go to Jaemin, but he seemed uncomfortable earlier.

‘Would it be weird?’

You thought you heard something slither in the corner of the room, as your eyes began to play tricks.

‘Fuck it.’

You ran out of the bed, not looking back, and burst into Jaemin’s room. He shot up out of bed.

“What the hell y/n?”

“I’m sorry,,,,it’s just,,,well I can’t exactly sleep.” Your breath shaky.

“Scardey-cat.” He laughed easily. Before, you would’ve run away from Jaemin, and here you are, running to him instead. It sickened you. But not enough to leave.

He patted on the empty space beside him on the bed. You just processed what you’ve done. You’re here, alone, with him and his enticing gaze. What else were you expecting, coming in, barging into his room, greeted by the empty space beside him longing for you.

“I don’t bite.” He chuckled softly, perhaps nervously.

‘Was he nervous? Or is he playing coy?”

You shuffled awkwardly over to him and climbed onto the bed. You could hear him breathing, it was as shaky as yours.

“Can I ask you something?” There was a sense of comfort, sitting beside him in the dark. Something about the absence of light that gave you the courage, the audacity, to speak about anything and everything. He hummed in response.

“What happened to your dad?” you dared to ask the question weighing on your mind all night. His breath hitched, but you didn’t regret asking. Maybe something about the darkness would encourage him to speak the words he’s been swallowing his whole life.

“He left.” It did. Encourage him. You felt a sense of pride. He actually opened up, which made your heart swell.

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want your pity.” There was a sharp tone to his words. A sensitive tone.

“I know.” You understood him, being alone, in the dark. Something convinced you of this. Something in the dark made it easier to figure him out, to understand him and all the words left unsaid.

You didn’t speak for a while, leaving the silence grow between you, but it wasn’t awkward.

“Do you like Jeno?” he broke the silence first. The abruptness of his question startled you. Or perhaps it was the straightforwardness. The candidness.

“I don’t know.” you didn’t know, truly. You didn’t understand your own emotions, you couldn’t dissever them.

Suddenly, he laughed. You almost heard a spec of relief in it, but the darkness was beginning to confuse you.

You settled into the bed, eased yourself into its comfort, turning onto your side. Facing away from a near sleeping Jaemin. Your breathing slowed, heart finally relaxed. Your eyes heavy, almost drifting into a peaceful slumber.

Until you felt an arm resting on your waist. A face nuzzling softly into the curve of your neck. A hot breath raising goosebumps on your skin. Your neck burned, remembering the almost touch of his lips.

“Jaemin…” You whispered low enough so that maybe he wouldn’t hear you or your pounding heart. Your whole body warmed up at his touch, your heart unsafely fast. ‘Want’ lingering at your fingertips.

“Please y/n,” he spoke softly, into your ear, “Let’s just stay like this for a while.” Vulnerability overwhelmed his voice. He was hurting. He was soft. He was without a shield, defenseless. He was exposed. Or was it an act.

It felt nice, sadly. The way his face fit perfectly into your neck, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist, his shaky breath brimming with sensitivity. It was nice. Seeing this side of him. He was brave, you thought. To let go of his mask in the dark. Almost.

“Ask your heart to calm down.” He chuckled lightly. The rasp of his voice biting your ear. You wondered how many girls he’s slept beside, how many girls have felt his arm wrapped comfortingly around their waist. You abandoned that thought fast.

“I’ll move if—”

“Don’t,,,,, please.”

Your eyes closed, becoming too heavy to keep open. And you fell asleep, unexpectedly, in Jaemin’s arms.

———

Wednesday [7:15]

The alarm deafened your ears, as you woke up. You rolled over to see the empty space beside you. ‘Why does it sting?’

You returned to your cold room and threw on your clothes from yesterday. Already missing the smell of amber and musk. You walked lazily downstairs, expecting to see Jaemin waiting for you, impatiently.

But no.

It was his mother, handing you a mug of coffee, an effortless smile on her face.

“Jaemin said he had to go to school early, so you’ll have to put up with me until you leave.” She joked. But the sting you felt turned into an ache.

You stitched on a smile. “It’s okay.”

You stayed for breakfast, hoping the ache would disappear. It didn’t. His mom was kind enough to drop you to school, which you took advantage of, for the clouds outside didn’t look so optimistic.

“I’ll see you soon.” She said as you hopped out of the car. ‘Doubt that.’

As soon as you reached the school gate, that relentless ache turned to anger. Your thoughts bombarded by frustration.

“How could he just leave? I was at his fucking house after all!! Who does he think he is!! Acting all coy!?” You didn’t realise you were speaking aloud until another student eyed you up strangely.

‘Shit’

You really just wished you waited for Ten last night. Regret climbed up your throat, gnawing at your insides. ‘Is that what’s stinging? Regret?’

———

You walked into class, thanking the stars that ‘that prick’ wasn’t in your class. You didn’t want to see him. Didn’t want to be a victim to his manipulation. Didn’t want to hear the words he didn’t mean.

You sat down abruptly beside Jeno. His face calmed the annoyance growing inside you. You looked over to see Renjun smiling at you. His smile softened your frown.

“Everything okay?” Jeno spoke softly. Like Jaemin did. You erased that thought, and his name.

“Yeah, better than ever.” You laughed, hoping it would hide the rage plastered to your face.

A knock came from the door, tearing your eyes away from his perfect face.

Jaemin’s warm eyes were met with your cold ones, as cold as ice. Haechan also peered around the door, and gave you a wink. ‘What were they talking about?’

A smirk was building on the corner of Jaemin’s mouth, which gave you an uneasy feeling. He sauntered over to your table, confidently, everyone's eyes on him, glued to him, because well, he was Jaemin.

He stopped, his hands rested on your desk, eyes bore into yours. You rolled your eyes at his cockiness. ‘Who does he think he is?’

“Hey y/n.” He spoke loudly, too loud, purposefully. The uneasiness grew into a knot in your stomach. He searched in his bag for a second, then pulled out the hoodie he was wearing last night. He threw it onto the desk. Amber and musk overpowering you, overwhelming you.

“I believe you left this at myn last night.” His smirk sickened you.

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a/n: How did you like it?? Would you like to hear a snippet of Jaemin and Haechan’s conversation??

{ H: So, did it work??

J: She fell right into my arms.}

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Next episode out Tuesday 8th ~ see you then!

P.S - this story is only getting started, get ready for the tea to spill… ;-)

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