#jaemin thinkers and shooters pull up

[starsuh]

☾ classmate!jaemin might have a crush on reader... just maybe ☽

you groaned in annoyance as na jaemin attempted to peak at your paper, whispering as the teacher sauntered to the opposing end of the classroom. "why do you try when you know i didn't study either?"

he shrugged in a nonchalant manner. "worth a shot."

to consider you and jaemin as friends would be too generous of a term. if there had to be a phrase describing your relationship it would be akin to ‘strangers that act like friends when they need something but most of the time forgetting that the other person exists’, and you were more than fine with that. jaemin, according to the rumors at least (the source of such most often being haechan), was an overly flirtatious fuckboy. it was only almost insulting that the only person he didn’t flirt with was you.

when the bleached blonde wasn’t trying to cheat off of your test paper, he could be otherwise found ‘borrowing’ your pens without the intention of returning them. at that point, you were convinced that he had probably lost as many of them as he did brain cells.

however, when he had decided that misplacing your fancy ball-point one was a forgivable action, you had finally had enough.

while he sauntered out of the classroom doors to head to the restroom in the middle of discussion, you decided to resort to stealing his post-it notes in petty retaliation (because for reasons yet unknown to you, he had dozens in numerous colors). what you weren’t expecting to find were short letters - if they could even be called that - written in the backs of them.

and they were about you.

'nah not crush looking cute as fuck today while i forgot to wash my hair bc jeno is an asshole who didnt wake me up WHY WHY WHY'

'and when i 'forget' to bring a pen so i have an excuse to talk to y/n? icb i dont get straight a's w a brain like this'

'autobots roll out, mission steal y/n's pens is a go'

'ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION CRUSH IS LOOKING THIS WAY ABORT'

'ok phew y/n was just looking out the window, not at me'

'both relieved yet heartbroken</3 is it bc i didnt style my hair why isnt y/n noticing me im going to cry'

'i'm so proud of myself i didnt pussy out n talked to (bothered) y/n so many times today (2)'

so invested in their messages, you hadn't even realized when jaemin had come back from the restroom.

“hey, y/n, what’s-“ he turned to face you only to pale whiter than the classroom's fluorescent lights. "are…” he gulped. “are those my notepads?"

"depends," you said, dropping them back onto his table with a slight grin. "how's mission 'steal y/n's pens' going?"