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nct dream and risky places they would make out with idol!reader
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warnings: kissing, cursing, "risky" situations.
genre: stable relationship, a little smutty, gn!reader.
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♡Mark:
•Studio it's way more comfortable in Mark's opinion, no more than his room, but for the moment was the best place;
•Whether you are from the same company or just visiting to record content with other idols makes no difference;
•You know recording studios very well, you'd be dragged into one and you'd make out for a few minutes;
•Never overdoing the timing, otherwise it would take it to another level, and he wouldn't want to risk that much.
•"I'd rather run away to be with you and get scolded than get caught"
♡Renjun:
•This man is not a big fan of feeling the danger of being caught, and fear of exposing you;
•BUT, when he can't hold back the urge to hold you in his arms there's nothing stopping him;
•Not even an audience of thousands of fans at his concerts will stop him from taking you out of the seats where you hide behind mask and cap;
•Makeout sessions before his entrance as an incentive, which drives his makeup artist crazy when he saw the mess you made;
•Smiling and being seductive the whole show remembering this, fans found themselves like this 🤨 the whole time;
•"When I'm on stage, remember this man is all yours."
♡Jeno:
•Big music awards demand a lot of production of course, an outfit that no one would normally wear, you knew about it for a long time;
•However, oh boy when your group's concept threw itself into the sexy, did he lose his mind at the sight of you;
•Luckily or not, their tables were always close enough for him to see your reactions to the spice messages he sent;
•It took a lot of persistence for him to manage to get you into an out-of-the-way bathroom stall during commercials;
•It wasn't a lot of time, but enough to calm the big boy in the suit's hormones;
•"It's not me you should complain to, it's your stylist."
♡Haechan:
•Poor stairs of the Music Bank recording building had to receive your groups on the same days one week or another;
•You bet twitter would be full of clips of you guys flirting while sharing the screen during interviews;
•Running away as soon as the camera stopped recording, feeling the animation run wild;
•The possibility of getting caught plus the attraction they felt for each other always made everything crazy;
•"Just the thought of being seen kissing a hottie like you makes it all worth it."
♡Jaemin:
•Festivals, especially those with water performances;
•There was no hair or makeup to mess up plus there was too much information going on to pay attention to the couple hiding in a bathroom or an enclosed corner;
•Plus, he's confident it's just a matter of throwing a towel over the two of them to hide in emergencies;
•No wonder it's the way he goes crazy with your dripping hair and smudged eyeliner, understand his side!
•At the end of the day, he just wanted to have fun since they couldn't have all that in public with normal couples;
•"You can't deny it gets a lot more refreshing."
♡Chenle:
•Ok, but he REALLY prefers privacy, just for the record;
•However, a man's heart is not frozen, how could he deny caresses to his attention-needing partner?
•Demands a lot of demand, but ends up choosing a conference room at the end of a corridor on the top floor;
•Deep down he likes to have meetings about his future activities in the same place where you two made out for hours (oh he makes the executive type of man);
•It's little secrets he keeps to himself with a small sly smile;
•"Likes to see me in the boss chair, huh?"
♡Jisung:
•He is not as expositional as Jaemin and Haechan, but he has his moments of adventure on stage;
•Literally on stage, as early arrivals for sound checks were excuses to meet with each other;
•It was inevitable that they would exchange a few kisses here and there on the stage where in a few hours one of the two would perform;
•On his turn, he was always lost between kissing you or showing the part of the choreography that he had some concern about;
•"I think I'm a lot more confident now."
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room 119.
genre: jaemin tooth rotting fluff, comfort, established relationship, nonidol!jaemin, suggestive perhaps? college au ofc
note: this is for the anon with the jaemin brainrot hehe... ty for the idea! not proofread but tbh... kinda obsessed with this and yeah it made me incredibly lonely soooo... i hope you enjoy muahaha
you hadn't heard from jaemin all day!
granted, it was still early in the morning, but you trusted him enough to not skip classes again. for the third time. this week.
it's chilly out as you make the short walk to his dorm building across the literature room in which you shared a philosophy class. you assumed he would text you if he was skimping out on lecture, again, but it was radio silence.
you were worried to say the least. it was often that he would skip, but he never, ever was the type of lover to go m.i.a on you.
hiking your backpack tighter on your shoulders, you trudged through the bright orange and yellow leaves. their dull crunching sound under the soles of your shoes are drowned out by the wind blowing past your ears.
finally reaching his dorm room, you roughly knock on the door. sniffling and wiping your nose. annoyed and cheeks red from your 10 minute walk to scold your sleepy boyfriend, you rock back and forth on your feet, a pout evident on your face as you let a couple seconds pass before knocking again.
however your hand never reaches the white wooden door, jaemin swings the door open, bed head on full display as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes.
your gaze rakes down to his neck and bare torso, following his happy trail all the way to the sweatpants hanging low on his hips, landing your gaze down to his feet clad in cheetah print socks. you look back up at him, letting your eyes linger back on his chest and collarbones.
you both stand at the door way for a while, he's amused at your reaction, no matter how many times you've seen him like this, it never fails to leave you incredibly flustered. and he's so grateful he's the only one who gets to make you feel like this.
"well are you gonna chew me out for skipping or is me being half naked a good enough apology?" he rasps.
too much time passes and he snaps you out of your thoughts with a chuckle, pulling you into his warm apartment by your wrists. his bed was pressed up against the left side of the wall, covered in posters and fairy lights. his room smelled like pumpkin pecan waffles and you couldn't help but let your eyes soften at the framed picture of you on his nightstand.
he has a drawer designated to your chapsticks, lip balms, hair ties, rings, nail polishes and any other trinkets you've left behind any time you visit him.
dragging you over to his bed as he plops on the mattress, tilting his head up to look at you, as you push his bangs back with your palms, he pulls you in from your belt loops, you let your arms hang over his shoulders, pushing his face deeper into your stomach once he rests his forehead on your ribs.
you notice the matching string bracelets you both bought on your first date together, hanging loosely on his wrist, you feel the fraying string as he trails a palm under the back of you shirt.
he feels warmer than the hot packs you had slipped into the pockets of your large jacket.
lifting his head up, he gives you an almost drunk grin. as if though your perfume made him as tipsy as his favorite bottle of peach soju he keeps tucked away in his bright purple mini fridge.
you continue to rake your hands over the hairs at the nape of his neck but stop one he removes your arms from his neck in order to help you slip the coat off your shoulders. standing up for a moment to untie your scarf and tuck his head into the crook of your neck to pepper a few smooches on the exposed skin where your shirt slipped from the friction of your coat being dragged off.
"you okay bunny?" you whisper, worried he skipped class for more than just an extra couple hours of sleep.
"never been better," he says genuinely and you can hear the smile on his face as his breath raises goosebumps near your spine and upper arms.
he sighs as he removes himself, he seems almost annoyed that he has to be apart from you for even a moment, as he helps you slip off your shoes and rests you against his pillows.
once he has you on the mattress he hikes up his sweatpants before tugging you down a bit by your bare ankles. he moves you a bit lower, allowing himself to rest all his weight on your chest, wrapping his buff arms around your hips. immediately closing his eyes and absentmindedly reaching for your arms. once found, he tugs your wrists yet again and not so subtly drapes your left arm over the top of his shoulder blades.
the skin is unbelievably soft and warm, and you can't help but instinctively begin scratching lightly against his thick, broad shoulders, trailing your nails down the middle of his back, reaching towards the band of his boxers.
you trace all the way back up to trace a heart over his left shoulder blade. you sensed how his pulse sped up and a smile take over his face, as the feeling of his cheekbones poking your sternum became more prominent.
right after, you feel him deeply exhale, as though he's needed this more than you know, but was too afraid to use words.
his grip around you tightens and you take this as an opportunity to crane you neck down and return the favor of peppering kisses near the top of his spine.
feeling him relax over your body is better than attending art history class for. sure.
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Quick 2000 Line + Yuta x Reader Imagine
(Yuta x reader, Haechan x Renjun, Jeno x Jaemin)
Warnings: NSFW, poly, male or gn reader, bad grammar probably because I wrote this really quick
Ok but I can’t stop thinking about dating Haechan but he shares you with the ‘00 line occasionally and then one day you’re out clubbing with them all along with Johnny, Yuta, Taeyong, and Mark and suddenly you’re in the midst of a bathroom orgy (sort of). I was daydreaming about it the other day and oh my GOD I had to write it down.
You and Haechan are in an established relationship and some of the dreamies are seeing each other casually. Haechan is a pretty open guy and shares his history with some of the other members pretty early on in your relationship. It surprises him a little when you tell him that you’re sort of turned on by the idea of him fucking the members. After all it’s no secret all of Haechan’s bandmates are pretty attractive. Haechan is quick to tell you that some of the others are also still in a an open relationship and wants to know how you feel about that. The two of you quickly reach an agreement that you can both sleep with the ‘00 line as often as you like as long as you don’t see any other people without talking first.
….Fast forward to your night out at the gay club…
10:50 PM - On the drive over, Haechan gossips with you about the latest in all of NCT’s love/sex lives. You’re a bit surprised to hear that Yuta and Mark had a fight recently; but knowing Yuta, you’re certain he’ll find someone to fuck within the first five minutes of entering the club too instead of just talking to Mark like a normal person. What catches you off guard is Haechan’s comment: “You should talk to Yuta tonight. You know to…comfort him.” You cock an eyebrow at him to silently ask him what he’s implying but all you get is a shrug and a smirk in response. “Anyways. Let’s go in, Renjun is already there waiting!” he grabs your hand and hops out of the car and into the club while Jeno and Jaemin groan and follow you guys in.
11:20 PM - A few drinks later and you find yourself dancing with Yuta (or really on Yuta) as he grinds into you from behind. You giggle as he begins trailing kisses down your neck. Deciding to interpret Haechan’s words from before as permission, you throw your head back giving Yuta better access to your neck. It isn’t long before you guys make your way to the bathroom and lock the stall door behind you. He picks you up easily and places you in his lap facing you to continue making out with you as you grind into his clothed dick, which has grown hard under your heat rubbing into him. Yuta is sucking hickies into your neck as you hear two pairs of shoes making their way into the bathroom and heavy breathing mixed with quiet moans. You’d recognize those moans anywhere. “Haechan?”
“Y/n? Fu-“ his words cut off when he moans loudly clearly receiving a hickey of his own in the stall next to you. “Hi y/n ie. It’s just me. Ok if I fuck your boyfriend tonight?” You hear Renjun ask you. “Oh Renjun! It’s just you. Please by all means fuck his brains out.” Yuta stops kissing your neck for a minute to giggle at the whole exchange. “Y/n? You wanna get back to what we’re doing? Haechan seems to be just fine with sharing huh?”
“Fuck yes please Yuta” you say unbuttoning his pants finally as you speak and aligning his dick with your entrance.
11:40 PM - Yuta is rolling his hips up into you exactly right and you’re a moaning mess on his dick. He truly is fucking you dumb to the point that you can’t even speak. The feeling of the alcohol buzzing in your head mixing in with the sounds of your boyfriend getting fucked by his pretty best friend while you get your own world rocked has you drooling and unable to speak.
Meanwhile in the stall on the other side of you Jaemin and Jeno are having their own fun. They’d been there the whole time, Jaemin kneeling on the ground giving Jeno the best head of his life. It wasn’t until Jeno swore under his breath that you finally heard the two of them. You’d been so wrapped up in the idea of Renjun railing your boyfriend next to you and the way Yuta was fucking into you at an animalistic pace to even notice them. But as soon as you heard Jaemin moan around Jeno’s dick, your climax came rushing over you. Yuta on the other hand wasn’t quite done, and swore he’d “keep fucking you until either he finishes, or that boyfriend of yours cums. Whichever comes first.” Knowing Yuta, you’re not sure whether to believe him, but you’re not complaining either way.
1:27 AM - “Where did the others go? I literally haven’t seen anyone since we got here?” Johnny asked. “Those horndogs. Let’s just leave them honestly. They can uber back whenever they’re finally done” said Taeyong. “One more song and then we go?” asked Mark. Johnny shrugged at Mark. “Sounds good to me I guess”.
The end.
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smutty scenario request please with jaemin who can’t keep his hands to himself after seeing you only with his shirt on 🥵
jaem strives on physical touch even in the most public places, but if you two are in the comfort of your home... it's almost like he can't live without having his hands on you in any way, groping and feeling you up as if it's his life source.
when he sees you wearing his shirt, no doubt with only panties on under it and feet covered in those fuzzy socks you insist on wearing when it's cold — not to mention looking like you just woke up from the best nap of your life — jaemin absolutely goes feral.
his hands start off by trailing light fingertips over whatever skin he can feel, his mouth sucking marks into your neck and nipping at the skin beneath your ears.
despite wanting to bend you over the nearest piece of furniture, flip your (his) shirt up over your ass and pull your panties to the side, he tries to restrain himself.
he lives to work you up, and to gently ease you into it before he decides to fuck you hard — that and he's considerate enough to let you wake up after your nap.
but after a moment or two of light touches and whispered promises, jaemin seems like the type to lose his composure and just grope you — groping at your plush tits beneath his shirt, nipples hardening at the feeling of his cold hands, cupping your heat over the flimsy material of your panties, and groaning as he can feel your arousal start to soak through and onto his palm... the same palm he'd be covering your mouth with only a beat later as he's shoving his sweats down and pulling his cock from his boxers, fingers holding your panties to the side as he lines his cock up.
this was so bad i'm sorry
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★ 𝚗𝚌𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎? ★
★ summary: in which your dumb boyfriend asks an equally dumb question.
★ pairing: nct dream (individual) x gn!reader
★ warnings and rating: no warnings, just the dreamies being dumb and whiny (i'm looking at you haechan)
★ word count: 1118
★ binnie's thoughts: i was shown a certain tweet by an anon and it made me laugh so i decided to turn it into a little imagine
★ requested?: nope
★ disclaimer: this imagine in absolutely NO WAY represents the nct dream as people or idols. this is simply for entertainment purposes. thank you!
© triplejracha, 2023. please do not copy to any other platform.
★ 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔
mark is lying on your lap as the two of you scroll on your phones in comfortable silence. mark suddenly looks up at you and just stares. you can feel his stare and you set your phone down.
"yes, markie?" you question him, your brow cocked in question.
mark seems to hesitate, his eyes shifting form left to right as he contemplates what to say. you don't rush him, allowing him to gather his thoughts.
"dude, so like, nct dream or me?" he asks you, completely serious. if you had been drinking water, you would have spit it all over the place.
you bite your bottom lip in hopes of fighting the goofy smile that wants to creep onto your face.
"baby, you're part of nct dream." you tell him, the urge to laugh becoming harder to contain. eventually, the two of you laugh together and share a kiss.
★ 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗
"my love, do you prefer nct dream or me?" renjun asks you from his spot at the island in your kitchen, his attention on a magazine laid out in front of him.
you're standing at the stove, mixing some ingredients together for dinner. you furrow your brows as you pause, wondering if you heard that right. "sorry?" you say, prompting renjun to repeat himself.
"i said, do you prefer nct dream or me?" renjun repeats himself, a gentle huff coming from him as he mindlessly turns the pages.
you nod your head in confusion. well, you definitely heard him correctly, and you shake your head. "darling, are you not part of nct dream?"
"i am, but that's not the question here." he finally looks up from his magazine and he gives you a look.
you open your mouth to reply, but you just turn back to the food in front of you. you have no time for his silly shenanigans.
★ 𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚘
jeno watches as you giggle at your phone for the hundredth time when you were supposed to be painting his nails for him. he wants to snatch the phone out of your hand and demand that you pay attention to him.
"who are you texting?" jeno inquires, trying to lean over to see just who in the world was taking your attention away from him.
you huff and pull your phone away from his prying eyes, and jeno feels his heart break. the two of you never keep things from each other, so this feels a little weird to him.
"i'm just texting jisung, jen!" you say, but jeno keeps pouting.
"do you like the other members over me?" he asks, and he sounds so sad that you soften up. you realize that jeno is actually upset and it's because of you.
"my sweet jen, you know you're my favorite dreamie." you tell him, your hand cupping his jaw, and your thumb rubbing his cheek.
"then why are you texting jisung? you're supposed to be painting my nails.." jeno keeps pouting and you just laugh at him.
"alright, i'm sorry. let me continue painting your nails."
★ 𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗
"hyuk, you're being so ridiculous right now," you say, using your towel to dry your hair after the shower you just took.
"i think it's a valid question! nct dream or me? answer the question!" haechan shouts, his arms crossed and a pout on his face.
"hyuk! you're part of nct dream, dumbass!" you shout back, throwing your damp towel at his face. haechan gasps dramatically as he watches your form retreat from the bedroom.
he knows that you hate when he asks dumb questions like that, he gets a nice kick out of it.
you, on the other hand, think it's annoying that he would even begin to believe that you prefer his other members over him. you are dating him, after all.
"babyyyy, you know i was just kidding! don't be so sour!" haechan says, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind.
you roll your eyes and lean back into his embrace. "you better watch yourself, donghyuk."
★ 𝚓𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗
"okay, so nct dream or me?" jaemin asks as he places lucy's bowl down in front of her.
"nct dream, obviously." you respond, scooping some food into a bowl for luke, who is pawing at your bare foot and mewing.
"wow, there was no hesitation. that's cold, babe." jaemin says, his hand coming up to rest on his chest in a offended motion.
"the world is a cold place, jaem," you chuckle and set luke's bowl down so he can stop yelling at you.
"what do they have that i don't?" jaemin asks you, his eyes following you as you walk to the oven and pull out his and your dinner for the night.
"if i tell you, you might get butt-hurt," you say casually with a simple shrug of your shoulders.
"you at least love me more than the babies, right?"
"even that's pushing it, jaem."
★ 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚎
"what do you mean by that? that's absurd!" chenle could not believe his own partner would even say something like that.
"i don't understand why you're so upset. you asked me a simple question and i answered." you point out as you continue to sign some of your group's newest album.
"that doesn't matter!" chenle stomps his foot like a toddler and it makes you laugh. "how could you say you prefer nct dream over me?"
"i think you're a little too worked up about this. you're also a part of nct dream, goofball," you point out, "besides, i might be dating you, but you're not my nct dream bias."
chenle could not believe his own ears. "hold on! if i'm not your bias, then who is?"
"le, i think it's best if i keep that information to myself." you chuckle, loving how worked up chenle was getting as this interaction kept going.
★ 𝚓𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐
jisung saunters into your room and he flops down on top of you. luckily you knew he was going to do that, so you moved your laptop before he crushed it.
"hello to you, too," you say, your hands stroking his soft hair, "did you enjoy your nap?"
"no, cause i woke up without you," he pouts, nuzzling his head into your stomach. "can i ask you something?"
"sure, what is it?" you ask, allowing him to look up at you, his face still pulled into a pout.
"do you like nct dream more than me?" he asks oh-so-innocently, and you can't help but snicker.
"ji, you're part of nct dream," you start, calming your laughs down, "did you forget?"
"oh, you're right. i am part of nct dream." he says, his face going from pouty to confused.
"did you have another dream that you were part of 127?"
"i think i did.."
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Flufftober Day 14
"I hate it" - "No, you don't"
🎃 jaemin x gn!reader
🎃 thanks to @wonsheep for helping me fix my grammar mistakes and for giving me advice how to convert a whole story into another language precisely ❣
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When you first noticed that Jaemin was reacting differently, Renjun was praying to the gods to load Google Maps and presenting his phone to the sky as an offering. You got lost downtown, however, there was a pastry shop next to you, and Jaemin's eyes glinted with interest.
He didn't let go of your hand, but instead pulled you along with him towards the terrace which was covered with yellow and white striped awnings and silver round tables awaiting those looking for a cake. But Jaemin was too eager for sweets, practically dragging you along behind him, and you were afraid of tripping over the uneven cobblestones.
"Nana!"
As if you had used some kind of spell, Jaemin immediately stopped and looked back at you. His face reflected uncertainty and surprise.
"Slower, please."
"I'm sorry." He was walking with you now, but avoided your gaze. You wondered if he'd become so introverted out of guilt. You reassured him that nothing was wrong, kissed his cheek and he was smiling and excited again. But the tip of his ear remained red.
When you understood what was happening, you were playing bowling. Jaemin bowled a very nice one and your team took the lead. Jaemin turned to you with a proud grin.
"Well done, Nana!" Jeno patted his friend's shoulder in satisfaction.
"You did well, Nana!" You put your arms around him and felt his whole body tighten. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, which was incredibly hot. Jaemin tried not to look you in the eye.
And since then, you've taken every opportunity to call him names. You don't call him baby anymore, just Nana.
"What's up, Nana?"
Jaemin is in a ball on his bed. The computer is on, the game home screen is open. You actually know what happened, he lost to Jisung, but you still wanted to ask him to get to pronounce the name that tasted as good as a sip of cool, pleasant tea.
"I hate it." Of course, he is grumpy.
"What?" You lay opposite him.
"When you call me that."
"No, you don't."
"Don't call me that."
"Everyone call you that. Donghyuck, for example, constantly. Why can't I do it?"
"Because they are my friends and you are my significant other."
"So this nickname is your friends' privilege?" You raise your eyebrows suspiciously, your body stiffening a little.
"No." Jaemin takes your wrist reassuringly, pulling it to his cheek, pressing a kiss to it. "I don't know." He sighs. "When you say it, it's different. You make me weak."
"Don't you like being weak?"
"Not really. Look at me. Jisung defeated me in Mortal Combat and I'm this morose. But, when you call me Nana, it's different. It doesn't make me sad or disappointed or angry, it makes me weird. Like I'm melting, you know?"
"So I make you soft when I call you that?"
"Hmm."
"Nana."
Jaemin palms into your face, and your satisfied smile fades, a surprised 'ow' sound coming from your mouth. You then remove his spidery hand from your head and place it on your face.
"Did Jisung beat you badly?"
"Yeah."
"You can cuddle with me if it helps."
Jaemin seizes the opportunity, slides right up to you, laying his head under your chin, and snuggles against you happily.
"You can call me Nana when it's only the two of us."
"Okay. Nana."
You stroke his hair, your thumb playfully touching his ear, and you feel how it burns under your touch.
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Don't Leave Your Lunchbox in the Aisle
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Hey, you! Yeah, you! Stop there!
Na Jaemin needs a tutor before he’s booted off the basketball team and loses his chance at a scholarship. (and probably his mom's respect...) Can you help out?
You have a slightly awkward history, yet still maintain your unbearably ginormous crush? You're the perfect candidate!
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.。.:*♡ Pairing: student!jaemin x tutor!gn reader
Word Count: 7,9k (one-shot)
✧ Tags: unreciprocated crush to lovers(?), angst, fluff, humor, kissing, pining, swearing, detention buddies yay, tutoring, slowburn, You Fell First! He Fell HARDER!(punches wall)
start + end date: September 21 2021 - October 6 2022
✧ Notes: this was written for my lil friend bongbong who likes a slice of the weird jaemin pie. Shes always hyping up my stuff and supporting me in my weird endeavors. Shoutout bongbong!!!!!!!
originally posted on ao3
✩ fic is below the cut! enjoy ✩
There's something weirdly satisfying about the feeling of your sweated out forehead peeling off of your desk. It's sticky and kind of hot, probably due to the piles of blankets you shrugged over your shoulders in a fit hours earlier.
It was a promise you made to your mother that brought you here, the brilliant plan to study at any moment of downtime and then take the exam when you got home from helping her at her work. It seemed sort of.. ingenious at the time..? Now, everything's kind of flipped belly up as you drag your finger in panicked circles across your trackpad. You did submit it, right? Wiping at one of your eyes in horror as you wake your laptop up, there's this white box with black text that stands front and center on the screen before you.
'Assignment is no longer available. Click 'close' to return to classroom homepage.'
"What?" You whisper to yourself, eyes fluttering to the bottom right of your screen. The time reads 1:49 AM. Your hand falls to your desk with a thump, and the blankets on your back slide off pathetically.
This type of shock doesn't send you into a full blown panic, not yet. Tapping the 'close' button, you exhale and watch as the page reloads. Searching for the 'Midterm Exam' assignment ends up being a useless, piteous effort. It's now listed under the locked 'Past Assignments' bar.
"No. I turned it in." You lean back in your chair, shaking hair back from your face as you give yourself another moment to think. "Yeah." It's kind of a lie, you think. Maybe just speak it into existence. Falling asleep in the middle of an online test is simply not possible. Not for you at least. Not one that's worth 50% of your grade. Not one that you were sure you already finished last night after you showered.
*
"It wasn't submitted, I'm not sure how else to tell you this."
Sometimes, things just fall apart.
"I swear I submitted it. I did it when I got home last night."
Your hybrid schedule due to the pandemic has you at a socially distanced desk for 4 hours every Tuesday and Thursday, and the masks make it hard to see if your teacher has an expression of actual sympathy or just really needs to shit. Eyes alone are not enough to piece it together, you realize. He slips this red piece of paper onto the surface of your desk before moving on to the student behind you.
It's asking for a guardian's signature of knowledge that you failed to turn in your midterm.
Across the room leaned up against the far wall, Na Jaemin holds his red card too. He flicks it loudly, his eyes dashing over the brim of his white sanitary mask from left and right as students pass by.
'the desks are socially distanced but students are allowed to get up and walk around and talk to their friends lollll'
Incomes a text from Chenle from the front row, glittered with emojis of zany faces and tongues.
'stupid af' He texts again, his head swiveling to face you to see if you're checking your phone. He turns back.
'how tf did you get a red card???'
You sigh, brushing hair out of your face before texting back.
'i feel asleep before i clicked the submit button'
'bruh' Chenle replies after a short moment.
'i heard if you do a sport or like lead a club or something the principal will just like let u graduate anyway'
He texts again, tacking on an emoji of a cat smirking.
‘i’ll be fine it’s just gonna suck to get my mom to sign it but she will understand… i got the whole rest of the semester Dw dw’
Your eyes go a little blurry with sleep, sneaking a glance at Jaemin against the wall as you yawn. He's typing something rather ferociously on his phone keyboard. His hair is dyed a chestnut brown, his roots grown out an inch in black, swept forward falling over his eyes.
*
You have been on the same bus as Jaemin since your 10th year at high school, transferring from an online school experience suddenly after a move. Growing up with close to no one you could consider a friend, Jaemin was the first person who ever caught your eye enough to call it interest. He was peak ‘public school’. He seemed friendly, charming, athletic, outgoing— he was the stop right after yours and was always running after the bus. Waving his arms as he chased it down until someone in the back would call up to the driver to tell him he missed someone. It felt like a scene from a movie, like there was no way that he was not the love interest.
Never did he ever forget to shoot the bus driver this breathless smile as he took the stairs two at a time. So hopped up on adrenaline and determination it made your head spin. In the Summer, the humid mornings with the sun already risen in the sky, dribbles of pearlescent sweat beads would slither down his temples like cobras, and in the Winter, the sky would be dark and ominous and Jaemin would board with a cherry red nose, only visible by the bus' interior lights. Every morning you watched just for that same smile, and every morning each one was more charming than the last. You watched again and again, just to dart your eyes away as soon as he finished giving his thanks to the driver.
Everything changed, whether it was the changing of the seasons or the changing of semesters, everything changed except Na Jaemin's stupidly charming smile. Your pupils would fall to your bag in your lap to twiddle your thumbs and deal with these childish feelings that boil up and bubble over like a science experiment gone wrong.
He was so super popular because of his endless prettiness and confidence. One time he came to school in a crop top and got dress-coded. He was even seen arguing with staff in the middle of the hallway holding the wrist of another student, bickering endlessly until the staff argued back with words just a little too big for him, words that left Jaemin just a little too quiet, and then he would just smile— laugh at it. The girl with him who had tears in her eyes over their failed attempt at a protest patted at his back for them to leave. He moved on, but never gave up. He would try again in a month. He was unstoppable. He’d lose with a smile.
That's probably one of the most disappointing things about the situation of the world right now. It may sound selfish and of such the tiniest amount of importance, but the worst part of the masks and the social distancing was easily missing out on Jaemin's smile each day. No matter if he was pissed off, shocked, confused, disappointed, he would smile that beautiful smile that would make you feel like projectile vomiting glitter.
*
Somehow everything he did was interesting. Attention-worthy. Your head lifts up from its downward position, relocating to face where you last saw Jaemin, but he's missing.
There's suddenly 3 messages from Chenle.
'after school today, let's go get snacks.’
'oh wait does the red card mean detention?'
'earth to my astronaut?? helloooo'
You sigh, running your fingers along the edge of the thick paper thoughtlessly. "Ouch!" Comes shooting from your mouth, your body jolting in your seat. Your blood oozes in a thick stream from the fresh cut on your finger, instinctually, you draw it to your mouth. The rough papery material of your mask presses to your lips, and shaking your head out of the clouds helps you realize the last minute you lost to your daydreams. There's a stifled laugh from the side of the classroom, and for a moment you split to smile back at them with your usual "Yeah, I'm kind of an idiot sometimes. It's okay!" reassuring aura, but this time it's not a friendly face among your acquaintances of peers, but Huang Renjun and Jung Sungchan.
There's something so unnerving about being laughed at by students who you just have the most powerful sense of superiority complexes from. It's not like they've ever been outright mean, but with students so judicious, sometimes they don't have to be mean to feel mean. Like they must just already have everything so carefully set up for them that they have not a single care in the world. Like they're above high school and probably understand how investing in stocks works (Cool people don’t understand stocks!) and have their life planned out til 40.
The worst part is that Na Jaemin is standing there next to them. His eyes fall flat of emotion, his face is angled down at his phone, but his eyes, heavy-lidded, are staring at you. Your hand slides across your face, arm covering your mask and its fresh blood splotch, turning your head to face the window.
*
Sometimes you wonder how Jaemin can deal with so much attention. With eyes that seem to always be on him. Of course your eyes were a part of them too… something deep inside hoped he could tell you thought of him differently. It wasn’t just that one day with the crop-top, before that he would get dress-coded everyday for his shoes. He would wear Converse, black on black instead of the dress shoes all students were meant to wear. He used to be given notes to bring home every single day. It took a month or two for them to just give up on him changing for them. Some people saw it as him being stubborn, or said it had to do with how much money his parents made, but you thought it was a small type of heroism.
Detention is packed, seriously packed to the brim, students overflowing the desks and crammed into all corners of the classroom. It's definitely not following coronavirus regulations, but at this point you're less than surprised at your country's 'safety in the education system' plan. More than anything in this moment, you'd pay to get a glance at Jaemin. Wherever he may be smushed, you just knew he must've looked amazing. It felt like an insatiable addiction to just take glances at him throughout the day, like, A Little Fix Here! and A Little Fix There! With a fresh mask on, you felt like you could take on the world, like, sure, you made a fool of yourself earlier– but he probably doesn't know who you are, so it doesn't even matter!
Your phone buzzes from deep inside your bag, and you begin searching for it instinctively before the instructor at the front of the room makes some lame call-out for you to stop. A mere "Oh, shit. Yeah." slips off your tongue before you lean back up to your desk, but your head hits the underside of the hard surface. The quiet class, filled to the brim with students, all turn and stare. Your hands fly to grip at the desk you just hit your head on. Today isn't one for the books, obviously.
"You're alright." Whispers from the windowsill, and your brain shuts down.
It's Jaemin.
His hand is atop your head, petting carefully.
You don't even know how it got there, or when all of this just decided to take place, but today is now absolutely the best day ever. Totally one for the books!
"Thank you." You whisper back. It's kind of coy and cute, and you don't mean for it to come out that way, but your nerves have encumbered you from saying anything even slightly self-assured.
"Take care of yourself." He whispers again, this time, it matches your tone. Bashful. "You hurt yourself a lot nowadays."
"Oh." Comes tumbling from your lips before you can catch it, scrambling for words to act as a proper response to what feels like flirting. Is it flirting or just genuine kindness? So he saw you earlier, is this him bullying you? Why was it so sexy though? Is it Na Jaemin or is it Eros? Aren't they sort of the same thing at this point?
His hand falters from your head, and your own darts up to smooth down any misplaced strands of hair. Jaemin swings his legs back up onto the vent before him, leaning his back against a beam between two large windows. The room is quiet besides some whispering here and there, but before Jaemin can help it, he returns to face your desk again. His legs fall over the edge of the sill again, slouched comfortably. Thighs spread like syrup over hot pancakes, his hands running down his slacks until they pause at his knees, smoothing wrinkles as he goes. He's leaned much further forward now, and his breath is calm. Warm and subtle, he blinks through dark eyelashes and asks
"Why are you so nervous?"
Probably the worst thing to ask someone who is nervous. He continues, "Is this your first time in detention?"
You exhale deeply, there's not even an effort in trying to conceal it. It's like a boulder has just been heaved off of your chest. He isn’t flirting, he’s just being nice. "I should've guessed. You have big eyes that look to explore, but you're keeping to yourself."
Interesting. Almost poetic.
"Would you rather me talk to you?" You ask, suddenly feeling a chill up your neck. When were your eyes ever considered big?
"No." He answers, soft and serious before his eyes squint in laughter.
Short puffs of contentedness leave your nose in muffled exhales. Everything feels so right at this moment. "Same here."
"Too bad." He whispers, this time, the hair that has feathered over your ear brushes against your cheek when his breath reaches you. It smells like coconut and spearmint, he chews gum behind his mask, which is obviously outlawed. You know he’s a rule breaker, but now he’s breaking rules around you… it’s sexier. He's flattening himself out even more now, practically folding to reach his arms to cross over themselves on your desk, head falling atop of them. "Have we met before?" He blinks up at you, kittenish and cute.
Internally, you are scolding your heart like a dog that jumps too much. Down boy! Calm yourself! But the ba-boom, ba-boom grows stronger, louder, and Jaemin is just getting closer, and closer. "I don't remember. I don't think."
"You don't think?" Jaemin repeats, his beaming smile lights up his face, although he's got a mask on to cover the best part, it reaches his eyes easily. Somehow it comes with great beauty and delivers great anxiety. "We're on the same bus. You don't recognize me?"
"Oh!" You beam back with overzealous surprise, you big fat fibber. "You're on bus 127 too?" You nod, his Converse with the tears in the canvas nudging against your shoes.
"Yeah. I thought we made eye contact a few times. I guess my face is more forgettable than I thought. Darn." At this point, his fingers are tracing circles around scribbles on the desk. It's so painfully obvious you've been caught and he thinks it's hilarious to see you suffer so immensely. He knows you've been watching him all this time, it's humiliating.
Something inside, lost in the depths of repressed feelings, clicks in that moment. Like, is this it? Are you just another privileged stupid asshole that has fun messing with people who fall for your amazing face? "Dumbass." You gasp, hand flying up to your masked face, eyebrows darting up on your forehead. "Sorry. I didn't mean to say that."
"Dumbass." Jaemin repeats with a scoff and a laugh. "I'm not a dumbass! You're the dumbass. I'm not blind, you look at me all the time!" He's whisper-shouting and some people are starting to glance over in your general direction. "Why would you possibly stare at a person so much? Because you have a crush."
"I do not have a crush, Jaemin. You wish."
"So you do know me?" He leans back up against the window sill again, his right shoulder resting on the support beam.
The teacher up front smacked the yardstick on the chalkboard twice, dismissing students in a matter of seconds. Jaemin is quick, his foot slamming a strap of your backpack on the floor. You look up, one hand around the free backpack strap, the other pressing down on your desk. You glare at him for a second. "Do you know my name?"
"Y/N."
There's this slow motion moment of silence where you realize, "Wait, you know me?"
"Since the first day back to school. Where you sat in my seat on the bus with your hair all sweated to your forehead and your lunchbox in the aisle." You stare up at him, maybe two or three inches below. Why is blinking suddenly impossible? "You had the baseball cap you used to wear, the red one." He motions a hand to the left side of your forehead, mimicking the brim of the cap. The classroom is empty, your knuckles whitening at the tautness of the pull on your backpack. "Let go for a minute." He asks, and it feels very genuine, so you do.
"I have to go home and study, like now. If I fail this class I'm done for." You push in your desk chair and look back up at Jaemin. "I would really appreciate my bag now." You lay your hands out flat, palm up. Somehow there's tears swelling in your eyes, and if you cry right now, that'll be super embarrassing. So you close your eyes to hold them back.
It's quiet for a second until two footsteps place Jaemin behind you. His hand envelopes a shoulder as he drags a strap over each one. It's scary how careful he is.
"There." He whispers, it's very quiet. "I'm sorry." He says, so quiet it's like he wants to not be heard.
"Sorry." You return, opening your eyes again. The window shines in the brightest sunshine you've seen for a while, you blink a few times and wipe away wetness before turning around. He stands lanky and still, head hanging mysteriously low in shame. "Don't feel bad, sorry I didn't react like how you're used to."
"I'm not used to any response at all, that was my first… statement."
"Confession?" You correct, and watch as his eyes trail back and forth between the tiles on the floor. His hands fiddle at his sides, fingers touching each other all over. You take quick steps and wrap your arms wide around him, feeling the back of his neck in one slide of your palm, his hands reaching back out just a second too late. "Bye." You mumble, prancing itty bitty steps out of the classroom before full-on sprinting down the hall.
*
'youre so weird Wtffffff why didn't you like be normal omhgh y/n'
'i don't know it was so awkward i wish i was never born'
'but u hugged him AAA'
'it was so bad please i like ran away afterwards it felt like kindergarten'
'its okay dw you can try talking to him more tmrw!'
'i have to focus on school now tho? like what are the fucking odds that the minute i actually am being forced to do better in school is the minute the loml confesses to like, being interested in me…'
'fail the class, join a club. trust me.
HOLY SHIT Y/N, TWO IN ONE. JOIN THE BASKETBALL TEAM!!!
I kind of wanted to join too… and ur like kinda tall… i believe in u'
’chenle i dont like sports and there is nothing in the world that could convince me to join.’
'just do it trust me jaemin is the only good one so even if ur bad u will blend in… plus maybe u can be like omg Jaemin how do i dribble omg i only know how to dribble drool down my jaw staring at u mwahmwah and then he'll be like Oh same let's make out'
‘chenle.'
'hehehehe'
*
The bus ride is quiet, some gentle stirring every once in a while from the few seats behind you, but your heartbeat is all that you can focus on. The ride is suddenly so much longer than you're used to… every turn the bus makes in the direction of Jaemin's stop is a step closer to imminent doom.
Today is no different from the rest, Jaemin is caught waving the bus down with swinging arms and curved eyes, boarding with a bow before making his way down the aisle. It clicks quite quickly where he is planning to sit. Normally he gets on, takes a few wide steps, and plops himself in one of the first few seats. His eyes find yours almost instantaneously upon boarding, his palms smacking the corners of each seat as he passes them.
"No, no, no, no, no" you find slipping out from under your breath as he nears your seat until he's shoving you in the direction of the window with a giggle.
"Hey, buddy~" Jaemin sings out, smiling dangerously through his mask. His legs spread out wide and his black converse position themselves in opposite diagonals, creating an obtuse angle. Feels like you're back in Trigonometry. Your eyes zig-zag between the seat in front of you and the window out to your right. Ruffling the front of your hair a little, you adjust yourself to face him, just slightly. "There you are." He whispers, his eyebrows smoothing out after a quick bounce.
Your heart takes precaution.
"I was worried you might ignore me, actually."
You hum a little note. "I'm surprised you're not ignoring me. I thought you might've been embarrassed."
Jaemin contorts his face slightly, tilting his head to the side, leaning until it falls against the seat in front of you. "Embarrassed? Why? What happened? I'm sitting here because this is my seat. This is the first time we are speaking." He holds out his hand, offering it. “My name is Jaemin.” His other hand traces shapes into his right thigh, maybe it's a nervous habit.
"Oh?" You catch on quickly, "Nice to meet you, Jaemin." The bus slows into a full stop to pick up a few more students, they take wide-legged steps down the aisle. The boy in the seat next to you disconnects eye contact for the first time since he boarded.
Each small pothole in the pavement rattles the bus gently, but Jaemin turns the small tremors into earthquakes, making sure to knock knees and shoulders at every small jostle, side-eyeing your reaction at each touch. There used to be something so terrifying about thinking of talking to Na Jaemin, like he would be too cool, or just think you were boring… but it's so different now that it's been put into action. He's cheesy, and embarrassing when it comes to showing public affection. This bus-ride twice a week leads to many 'Scandalous Public Transport Assignations,' as Jaemin labeled them. Smiley, tossing winks and sometimes a Brownie Bite from his lunchbox. The 30 minute bus ride would feel like 2 minutes next to him.
*
“Today, you should come with me to basketball practice.” Jaemin is downing his half of the blueberry muffin you provided him with, speaking with full cheeks. “You can meet the other guys, and…” He brushes crumbs off of his lap. “I want them to meet you.”
“Wow, that’s forward.” You look over to Jaemin, who swallows the rest of his muffin with a loud gulp.
“Too forward? Aren’t we dating?”
“DATING?!” You yell out in shock, which causes multiple heads to turn and face your direction. You pass shy smiles and apologize softly to some people near you, sinking further into your seat. Brushing a strand of hair back with your pinky, you bite at your cheek, trying to think of the right words. Jaemin is sitting next to you, shoulders tense. “Okay, sorry. Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” Patting him uncomfortably on the shoulder seems to do the trick! That is, if the desired outcome was for Jaemin to appear extremely embarrassed. “I don’t remember ever… agreeing to that.” You smile, and Jaemin’s shoulders drop significantly.
“But we sit next to each other on the bus every single day.” He mimics a friendly wave, “And we wave to each other like this in the hallway!” Jaemin shuffles through his bag until he finds his milk carton. “And we give each other gifts.” His eyes blink rapidly, remembering something. “And you already hugged me.”
Your ears sting with hotness. “Okay, but those are things friends do too. We haven’t even been on a date, or ki...ssed.” Somehow it's hard to even say the word in front of him. Both sets of eyes fall to the floor of the bus. “I know we got close fast, but… If I’m going to date someone, even if it’s someone I’ve liked for a while… I still have standards.” Jaemin looks up and nods suddenly with determination. He brings his empty hand up from his side and offers his pinky.
“Promise me if I do those things, I can tell people I’m dating you.”
Wow. It’s kind of baffling. He’s uncontrollably cheesy and really bad at stuff like this. Maybe romcoms have set your expectations for high school boys a little bit too high.
“Okay. I pinky promise.”
“Stamp it.” Jaemin commands. “Sign it.”
“Copy it.”
“So dramatic…” You push his hand back into his lap and fold your fingers together.
Jaemin is smiling.
*
Two weeks later, Jaemin frantically texts you 13 times in less than 30 seconds.
‘hhey y/n’
‘this isvery important’
‘Respondpls’
‘My mom saidtaking my phoneaway’
‘Bc failing english and’
‘Help’
‘y/n my bus buddy’
‘PLSSS’
‘M also fail math n scienc’
‘I have an iddddea’
‘REPSOND MYABY’
‘LIFE OR DEATH’
‘CALL 119’
‘WHAT????’
‘JUST CALL ME…!!?’
And so the phone rings.
“Hi, my baby. Here’s the thing, I have this great idea. And it will work. Because my mom doesn’t know about you-”
(Why doesn’t his mom know about you? Your whole family already knows about Jaemin! This is embarrassing. I mean, you have only been talking for 3 weeks, and you did say you wanted to take things slow, so why is Jaemin the one who’s treating this like one big-)
“Agree? It’s a good idea right? Then we can spend time together! Infinite dates!” Jaemin finishes, his breath pouring into the phone in loud intervals as he wraps up his speech. Unfortunately, very little was heard or understood, so a simple- “Of course! Let’s do it!” suffices to make Jaemin happy.
The only downside is you’re completely unsure of what you have just signed yourself up for.
* It only takes 4 seconds with Jaemin’s mother to greet you with: “So you must be my son’s tutor!” to get you up to speed.
“Yes, Miss Na. Here to help with the classes he’s struggling in.” You beam, realizing you are ill-equipped, hands empty besides your special green pen with sparkly ink. “And, um, Jaemin said I should just bring myself- since he has his textbooks with him!” Scratching at your left shoulder, you hope she doesn't notice the bead of sweat forming on your forehead.
“Of course, of course. Well, come in, might I add- you are just as cute as a button! I set out some mango for you. You’ll be okay at the dining room table, I presume?”
“Gosh!” (You haven’t heard that exclamation come out of your mouth in ages.) “Thank you so much, and yes, that’s perfect.” Peering past Jaemin’s mom as you step inside, slipping your shoes off, you notice that his house is much different from yours. The ceilings are very low, wallpaper is seen peeling at the seams, and the floor is scuffed where you stand. Although clean, this house is struggling. Jaemin is at the table, his feet curled up onto a dining chair, making the hole in his sock visible.
“Now, do you have a running rate for your services? I know it looks like we don’t have the most money, but I work long hours and will be able to afford what you deserve. His education is everything to me.” Your heart breaks slightly, and you shake your head side to side.
“This is just volunteer work for the school’s Honor Society, don’t worry.” You make your way to Jaemin, who’s smiling at you from his seat. “The most I might need is… a signature? To mark off my hours...? If that’s okay.”
His mom’s eyebrows bounce in amazement. “Jaemin told me it might cost a bit, so I was really prepared! Please, if you need anything, let me know. Thank you so much. I have a shift in about 20 minutes, so I need to be on my way. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She lets her palm slide down your arm and kisses Jaemin on top of his head, and then she’s gone.
The door slams and you turn your head to Jaemin with fire burning in your eyes. “You were going to have her pay me?! What is wrong with you?”
“You are seriously going to tutor me, why wouldn’t she pay you? I wanted to be fair.” He rolls his eyes and lets his head fall back against his neck.
“But you’re-” your eyes scan the entryway and dining room, fist balling.
“Yes, we are not rich.” He sits up properly in his chair. “Doesn’t mean we just get out of paying for things that you are meant to pay for.” He shimmies in his chair. “We aren’t slimy, and don’t think my mom only took your offer because she was excited to get out of paying. She believed you. That’s why she took it.” His palms fall flat on the table as he hoists himself up.
“I don’t think that!” You argue, “Don’t say that. I don’t think like that. Learn to trust a little, Jaem. I’m your friend, I didn’t want to be paid because I’m your friend. She works hard and doesn’t deserve to have to deal with you failing all your classes because you think not trying is cool.”
“I think trying is not cool? Are you serious? Is that the person you think I am?” Jaemin’s face gets bright red at that one.
You stutter slightly at the sight of him angry. “I didn’t mean that. I just said it, I don’t know why.” He laughs like he’s really hurt, like he’s so baffled he ran out of viable words. You don’t think you want to be here anymore. “I’m sorry.”
“Let’s study some English, then.” He sighs out.
You quickly learn that Jaemin is not the type to say something impulsively. That doesn’t mean he won’t crack a joke that objectively sucks or make a funny noise when he realizes he’s been quiet for too long; but rather that when he means to speak seriously, he will think it through thoroughly beforehand. He chooses his words carefully, even if they don’t sound carefully chosen, (his vernacular kind of lacks…) He just wants to be understood in a way where whatever he is expressing is exactly how he wants to express it. This is a great talent, one that you most definitely do not possess.
You’re in the middle of analyzing a poem when Jaemin interrupts you. “I do try. I try really, really hard.”
“I know.” You say, quietly.
“No, you don’t. Because what you said earlier must’ve had some truth to it. At least from your perspective. Now, I want to explain my perspective.” He looks up to your eyes without ever moving his head. His eyebrows furrow harshly as he thinks, and then lifts his head. For the first time in your life with Jaemin, this is the first time he’s looked so serious, the first time he hasn’t been smiling. “You are one of the only people on this Earth; besides my mom, that I actually want to make proud.” He fiddles with his pencil before letting it fall to his notebook page. “Everyone works at a different pace, you know? I work slightly slower, and that doesn’t mean I’m not trying- it doesn’t mean I’m stupid. It just means that I need more time to figure this shit out.��� He shrugs in his zip-up hoodie, feeling the end of its sleeve between his fingers. “Who knows, maybe my end product— whether it’s a math equation or an essay, is better written, easier to understand, is...” He displays his palms in a ‘you get it’ manner. “There are a lot of students who struggle the same as me. We all try. It’s just different for us— learning is different. Please don’t just assume I don’t try because I don’t do well.”
Your eyes trace along the lines of his face for a moment before looking down at the sentences on the book below you. “I understand. I’m sorry. I hated how I said that so carelessly. I-I am proud of you. I am proud of you for many reasons. I want you to be proud of me too.” There’s a little silence afterwards, just so he can think about everything, process it. He whispers a “Thank you” and you complete one more problem before he’s back to spacing his eyes around the expanse of the room. It takes a minute or two until Jaemin is back to smiling, but the pain of worry stings his eyes, obviously feeling more than he wanted to let on. He opens his mouth a few times to speak before shutting it with a shake of his head. It hurts your heart more than you expect it to. “I’m only worried if I lose my position on the basketball team…” He stutters for a second, motioning with his hands. Looking away for a moment with his palm over his mouth. “I don’t want to lose this thing I love, and I don’t want to let down my team, and I don’t want to… to lose potential scholarships or let down you or my mom.” He forces this extremely weak smile and twirls a pencil nervously. “So… I’ve got to give it my all.” You lean back in your seat, and watch him come to terms with the feelings he's realizing that have suddenly begun to overwhelm him. “I’m gonna tutor the shit out of you.” His eyes dart up to you, scanning over your face before a smile tugs across his lips. This one is real, like he believes you. His head drops back to the paper on the table before him. “Don’t worry. You’re not losing anything or letting anyone down.” You tap your pen onto the next essay question in his homework, “I won’t let you.”
Jaemin leans over the table far enough that his butt leaves his seat so he can wrap his arms around your neck and rest his chin on your head. It lasts for a moment, then he pulls back, scoots himself in, and picks back up his pencil.
*
That Thursday, Jaemin and you stay after school. He has basketball practice, and asks you to wait in the gym as he goes into the locker room to change. They don’t wear masks, you guess because it could be hard to play with them on. There’s already a few guys dribbling a ball around and chatting while they wait, their shoes squeaking intermittently. “How do you know Jaemin?” One of them asks, you don’t recognize them from any of your classes, but Sungchan stands slightly behind him, ajar, watching his teammate interact with you.
“Same bus, actually.” You throw a thumb behind your shoulder as if you’re pointing to the bus lanes. They’re actually in the complete opposite direction. You hope he doesn’t notice.
He starts making his way over to you. “Oh cool. He’s one of the best players we've got.” He nods, beckoning for Sungchan to come join the both of you. “This is Sungchan, and I’m Jeno.”
“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” Your shoulders instinctively broaden, like some intimidated wild animal. They’re taller than you. Jeno… not by a lot, but Sungchan has quite a few inches on you. Jeno says some stupid thing under his breath, something like… ”Rad,” “Epic,” or “Chilllll.”
Explosive laughter echoes from behind you, and Jaemin is jogging up in athletic shorts and a jersey. “So awkward, Jeno.”
Jeno’s face flushes, he smiles, spinning around in an embarrassed circle, flourishing with the ball between his fingers. “Trying to welcome your newbie, leave me alone!” He bounces off towards the basketball hoop with big bounding leaps.
Sungchan gives a weak smile. “Nice to meet you.” You nod back, if anything he seems more shy than intimidating now. Jaemin pats your shoulder, poking a finger into your lower back to get you to start moving forward with him. You trail behind Sungchan as a few more boys come out of the locker rooms, boisterous enough to get you to turn back to watch them trickle out. Jaemin smiles at you, craning his head over to you, blocking the view of the door.
“I’m the cutest, trust me. Don’t bother wasting your time.” You smile back, turning forward as he pulls his hand back to his side. You believe him.
*
Jaemin texts you a picture of him with the rest of the basketball team, each one of them cheesing so hard that their eyes are all swallowed up. They surround their coach who in turn, holds Jaemin up on his shoulders. Jaemin has his fingers gripped tightly around a small trophy. You have to pinch and zoom in pretty far to even see the little gold award. Nonetheless, all of the boys look ecstatic.
‘Yessss!!!!!’ you text, littering the chat with confetti poppers and balloons.
He responds with a close up picture of him pouting his lips. ‘Where do you want it?’
You pull up your blankets out from under you, nuzzling your cheek into your comforter. ‘butt’. You type out, searching frantically for a gif after the read receipt pops up.
‘Your wish is my command.’ He responds, signing off the text with an emoji of a peach followed by one of a kiss. You smile big.
*
Jaemin is the same as always at school, only sometimes he glances over at you, mid-conversation with a friend and nods a slight smile, even across the entire room you never miss it. It’s low effort, but it feels like the best thing in the world. It makes you think to those bus rides where you didn’t know him at all, and how each season he looked more boyish than the rest, floppy and carefree and completely exasperated by his sprint to the bus doors. It was flashing shades of red and white and you wonder what he looks like now. You think to yourself how lucky you feel now. You don’t look away when he boards, or shy away behind the person’s head in front of you. He looks for your eyes and locks into them before you have time to pull your backpack into your lap. He’s calmed down now, like he understands you better and isn’t just being loud to cover up hidden worries. He squeezes up close and leans his head on your shoulder, he’ll lay his head down on your lap, and he will grab and hold your hand like it’s everything he will ever know. The red glow of the interior bus lights slide over the side of his face like a painting and he whispers homework answers like love poems. He’s easy, like it was always meant to be this way. You wonder how you ever lived without him.
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It’s nearing the end of the semester now and tutoring Jaemin has been enlightening. His mind is beautiful and he never fails to surprise you with his specially hidden sensitive brilliance. It's dark when you finish up Jaemin's English packet and his mom arrives home with a noodle dish in a plastic to-go box. She sets it on the table and pushes it between the two of you. "I just ate some on the bus home, so I'm full. You two can share if you'd like. Again, Y/N, thank you so much for your kindness. I can sign now, then I'm off to the shower." She smiles. Jaemin gives a side glance that just screams 'She's never that nice to me!' And you can only reassure her that it's no issue, and Jaemin is a determined, creative learner. His ears blush with a saturated pink when his gaze shifts from his mom to you. His mom signs off on your paper and shuffles into a dark hallway behind the both of you.
"No way you actually believe that…" He fiddles with his warm ear between his index finger and thumb.
"Of course. You go after what you want."
Jaemin laughs and his hand falls into his lap. "Right, just very very slowly." You're packing up your textbook as you shoot him a smile.
"And? You said it. Different paces, it's alright. You have such a fun way of going about answering things. You can see in your work that you see the world differently from everyone else. You see it with hope.” You pluck the pencil from Jaemin’s loose fingers and tuck it into your pencil case with a smile. “You're smart."
His eyes light up. "Wow, no one has ever said that to me before. I could kiss you right now."
"But… should you?"
"Should I not?" Jaemin has this smile that glides across his face and eyes blink slowly, like a cat showing its affection.
“You can, if you’d like.”
Jaemin laughs sharply, rocking back in his seat with his palms pressed firm against the edge of the table. His smile falters into a downturned expression of focus. “No, because— I’ve dreamed of this…” He stands out of his seat, turns around and paces a few times across the dining room and through the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” You laugh, standing up to watch him. “Jaemin.” You place your pencil case on the table, folding your arms as he continues pacing.
“Wait, I can’t do it now. Give me like, 5 minutes.” He pauses, turns, faces you, and points. “I need to get you by surprise.” Then continues walking back and forth.
“I don’t want to be kissed by surprise, I want our first kiss to be…” You motion with wide swinging arms. “Like, kind and…” Your hands cup and cradle the air.
Jaemin stares, nods slightly like he’s factoring in a few different possibilities and outcomes, and then returns back to his seat. You stare down at him for a second, and his eyes flicker up to you for a moment before returning to his homework. He spins a pencil around and between his fingers.
“I want to like… make out.” You say softly, watching him from above. He stops pacing for a second, processes, then continues. “I want to… touch you all over.” Your stomach turns harshly, and Jaemin freezes again, his body still. “I want to have—”
“Y/N! You’re still here. You’re usually on your way home by now, aren’t you?” Her voice is slightly stern, your eyes bulge and flicker between Jaemin and his mom. Neither of you dare to move. Your logic is: Maybe if you’re super still, she will forget the last 10 seconds.
It does not work.
She clears her throat, and you see her hair wrapped in a towel, pajama-clad figure just in the corner of your peripheral vision. You think you might pee yourself out of fear. “Need anything else signed? A ride home?” You can only shake your head slowly before turning and swiping a few papers into your backpack, gathering it up and walking to the door without ever glancing back at Jaemin.
“We’re dating. I’m their boyfriend.” He spits out, Jaemin’s voice makes your head whip around, and your eyes skip back and forth between Jaemin and his mom. Your heart is beating out through your ears. “We were going to kissssss...” His words fizzle out and his eyes shift between his mom and you as you attempt your daring escape. He points down at the table, finger pressing into a notebook. “Go.” He whispers, and you both sprint out the door.
The moonlight cuts through the trees as you walk down the street. Jaemin doesn’t usually walk you home, but since the sun has been setting earlier and it’s getting colder, he has been occasionally joining you. He hooks your elbows like a barrel of monkeys.
Jaemin laughs so hard he has to wipe tears from his eyes. “I thought she was going to actually strangle you, throw your body across the room like a doll.” You lean forward and back again as you laugh, Jaemin steps heavy with tireless energy and silent laughter casts over the street.
“We’re-dating-I’m-their-boyfriend.” You mock him, and he shoves you with a shoulder off the curb. You try to catch yourself, pulling your hands out of your pockets a second too late. Jaemin grabs your arm and pulls you back to him, shouting apologies up until you can steady yourself. “You’re so cute,” you whisper. He pulls you into his chest and you lock eyes for a moment, it’s almost romantic before you stick your pinky in his ear. At this point, you’re sure you’ll keep sabotaging yourself out of this excitement until you’re both 80. It makes his shoulders jump and his neck go limp, his arms noodling and recoiling away from your touch. You both laugh until you make eye contact again.
“I like you. I really do. A lot.” He gushes, his fingers sliding their way up your sides to pull out your ears.
“I like you when you’re ugly.” He pushes your nose up, snorting like a pig. “I like you when you’re beautiful.” He lets his fingers trace down your neck, kissing you twice, chastely on your jaw. “I liked you when you took my seat on the bus.” He folds a hand around your wrist. “And I liked you when you left your lunchbox in the aisle.” He kisses again, another time on your cheek.
“But I like you the most, the absolute most…” He kisses your bottom lip, giggling as he moves his way up, angling himself with a slight bend to his knee “…when you like me too.”
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Morning with bf!NCTDream (gn!neutral)
⋆ Masterlist
⋆ This is only Headcanon.
⋆ Pairings: gn!reader x bf!NCTDream
⋆ TW: None I think, it's just fluff.
⋆ Note: I already did Mark and Haechan in the NCT 127 part so I will not put them here again. Not to brag but I still can't believe I'm going to see the boys in Paris. I thought I will not be able to go but it seems it's all good so I'm relieved 😭
Renjun: I think Renjun is calm and really lovely in the morning. He'll give you anything you like. He might be the type to wake you up if you're sleeping late, but it's only so you can spend more time together. I think he likes to whisper softly sweet things in your ears when you're still half awake, after that, he might get shy. He's so soft for you. He likes to brush and stroke your hair, and sometimes play with it. He's the type to offer you fancy pyjamas, not necessarily matching with his unless that's what you want. Sometimes if yesterday was a busy day for him, he might be like "Come on we need to get out of bed", but fall back asleep 30 seconds later.
Jeno: TEDDY BEAR JENO AT IT'S MUST. So so so hugable. And he loves you to almost squeeze him in your arms like a plushie. His deep morning voice omg, it's so pleasing to hear for real. Sometimes he likes to pamper you, so he brings you coffee, tea, breakfast, really anything you want. But he also likes when you pamper him. I think this grown-up likes to be babied. But there are also times when you wake up and find him already playing video games on his computer. It's very funny to distract him because he's so whipped for you but he also wants to focus on his game. He'll definitely make you forgive him if he doesn't pay attention to you enough, in his very specific way 👀.
Jaemin: Omg, this guy's brain is built differently I SWEAR. He's so moody and unpredictable, you can never know how your morning with him is going to be. But that's how you love him anyway. Sometimes he wakes you up by jumping on you or the bed, yelling, or singing in a weird voice. If you ask him what he prepared for breakfast he'll say "water". And some other times he's so cute and sweet, he makes you breakfast (I mean a real good breakfast), he hugs you, kisses you. He's so clingy you almost have to push him away (gently ofc you can't hurt Nana). Sometimes he wakes you up even if he has nothing planned for the two of you. He just wants to be with you even if it means doing nothing. (I love him so much 😭)
Chenle: I feel like Chenle is the quiet type in the morning. He does not talk too much and needs time to actually "be there" you know? I don't think he'll wake you up if you didn't tell him you wanted to. He just lets you sleep and greets you quietly but sweetly when you wake up by yourself. However you told him you had things to do in the morning and needed to wake up, he had no mercy. He'll definitely take the blanket off you and talk loudly (like a savage mom lmao). I think he was a bit shy to sleep in the same bed as you at the beginning of your relationship. He was not sure if he wanted you to see his morning face. But now he doesn't care because he knows you love him just like he does.
Jisung: Sleepy baby. You're the one who has to wake him up and scold him if he takes too much time. Even if he wants to be a grown-up he can't deny he also likes it when you baby him. He asks you for hugs and kisses all the time, even if he's a bit shy he can't help being all clingy. He's not good at cooking so if you want him to make breakfast it'll only be cereals, don't ask for more. Is the type to be honest if you snored or talked in your sleep during the night. He might even record you. But he keeps it to himself, in a folder of his phone dedicated to you that he watches every time he misses you. Overall Jisung is difficult to wake up, sweet and clingy, and a bit sassy.
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teddy bear ˚ʚ🧸ɞ˚ | n.jm
synopsis: struggling with recurring nightmares, jeno suggests an app called "teddy bear," a sleep bot designed to offer comfort. over the course of a few nights, the bot’s messages start to feel increasingly familiar and seem to echo the warmth and understanding of someone who knows you deeply. as you connect with the bot, you uncover a touching secret that ultimately helps you find the peace you've been searching for.
pairing: na jaemin x gn!reader feat. lee jeno & lee donghyuck
genre: one-shot social media au, fluff, comfort
authors note: hehe ive been working on this for awhile now and its finally done!!! just a note, timestamps for tweets matter! i hope you enjoy!!! :] reblogs, likes and replies are appreciated and feel free to send thoughts in my asks!!
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dreamies taking care of you (or not?) when you fall sick, but you're in the midst of a big fight 🤧
(also youre so precious you deserve all the asks in the world 💞)
*✧・゚: *✧・゚: taking care✧
╰┈➤ nct dream taking care of you but in the middle of a fight
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋpairing ot7 x gn!reader
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋgenre fluff, agnst?
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋnote omg, tysm for this. u dont have idea how much i love you all and how i really appreciete every request, like, repost, follow or anything 😭🫶
✦➼mark lee
✦- you don't remember why the fight even happened in the first place. what you do remember is that it was pretty intense and you both ended up angry at each other. the next day you woke up feeling sick and a little ill. you decided to go to bed after work. when mark came home and saw you like that he felt bad immediately. first he apologized to you for arguing "i'm so sorry , now let me take care of you" he stayed by your side and helped you with things like medicine and such.
✦➼huang renjun
✦- first he pretended not to care, he even thought you were doing it to get attention and for him to apologize. but after you proved otherwise, he felt ashamed for thinking that. he decided to put the fight aside for a moment and take care of you. days later he probably had forgotten that you fought and started to take care of you completly. when he rembered the fight, he went to you to apologize.
✦➼lee jeno
✦- he already felt bad from the fight because he hates to argue and tries not to. so when he saw that you fell ill days later it was worse. he approached you while you were lying in your shared bed with a wet cloth to lower your fever and a puppy face. as he brought it to your forehead he whispered an "i'm sorry, angel." since his love language is acts of service he continued to take care of you until you felt better.
✦➼lee donghyuck
✦- he's a proud boy, so it will take him a while to apologize and give in to taking care of you. he'll probably start doing it when he sees that you're having a hard time doing it on your own. it was when you were trying to open a bottle of pills that he took it out of your hands and he did it himself. since you were fighting, you didn't say thank you, which made him a little irritated. "hey, i'm sorry, okay? i just wanted to help you," he said as you walked away. you forgave him and agreed to let him take care of you while you recovered.
✦➼na jaemin
✦- after the fight you two didn't talk for a few days. that's when you got sick. he saw that you had gotten sick, but since he was still a little angry about the fight he didn't take care of you. that stopped when he heard you sneezing from the kitchen, so he handed you some tissues. you thanked him and he gave you a little kiss on the forehead in response. although he didn't apologize with words, he did it with actions, he did. then he continued to take care of you until you were finally able to get better.
✦➼zhong chenle
✦- he's a proud boy, so it will be hard for him to soften up. small arguments were common in your relationship since you both had quite a temper. when he saw that you had gotten sick, he acted like it didn't matter to him, but he was actually quite worried. he'll probably soften up a few days later, when you were a little better. you were preparing a bath but it was a little harder than usual because you were a little weak. "do you need help?" he said indifferently from the other side of the door. you nodded and he finally agreed to take care of you.
✦➼park jisung
✦- this boy is so cute and sweet that he wouldn't hesitate to take care of you as soon as he noticed you were sick. at first he would take care of you with simple things, but hardly speaking. he would just happen to pass by the room while you were struggling to fix the bedspread and he would do it for you. until while he was adjusting your pillows so you would be more comfortable he apologized. he said he was sorry and that he didn't want you to argue like that again. you forgave him and asked him if he could take care of you, which he clearly accepted because he was dying inside.
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dreamies reaction to their s/o randomly texting them like “babe, have i ever told u that you’re such a good kisser?” hehe🤭
“have i ever told you how much of a good kisser you are?” — nct dream
pairing. gn!reader x bf!dreamies
genre. fluff, comedy
warnings. none!
nini’s note. jaemin is mature here and a romantic ho here instead of being his usual whimsical silly goolly self! also the last message of jisung is a reference im praying u guys will get
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holidate.
genre: fluff with nonidol!jaemin
note: happy holidays! love you all, not proofread! i kinda hate this im sorry, ty for requesting though anon :"(
"so what do you say... wanna be my holi-date?!"
you peer up at jaemin with hopeful eyes as you attempt not to cringe at your poor joke. waving your jazz hands cutely in an effort to convince him to meet your parents for the first time this winter season.
he grimaces. you know how worried he's been about meeting your parents. you both haven't been dating that long but he was completely taken with you. he couldn't bare messing up in front of your family, not when he finally had you.
you pout and whine and coo until he gives in.
"if you weren't an absolute angel i would not be going... you're trouble, you know that? fuck... "
you haven't seen jaemin this nervous since he confessed.
"oh god, oh god... do i look okay... is this dumb... oh my GOD jaemin brown and orange what are you thinking??"
jaemin shuffles and paces around your shared apartment, frantically searching for an outfit for the event ahead. his voice was pitched up a couple octaves due to his worries.
sure he's been to a couple of holiday parties with you in college, but this was a big deal.
"babe relax- c'mere just-just sit, c'mon, here..." patting the space next to you, he shuffles over. head low in embarrassment, the mattress dipping under his weight. you graze your fingers over his wrist once he settles to look towards you.
giving him your best doe eyes. you see his gaze visibly soften. he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"its going to be okay, okay? hm? i love you and that's all that matters! i've bragged to them a thousand times about you! they're dying to meet you. there's no reason to be worried. you're na jaemin!!! the na jaemin!" he breaks out into laughs, "see! don't try and hide your blush from me now... you look great. put on the cute knitted sweater you love and let's go, okay?"
kissing his forehead you let him slip away to the closet, playfully smacking his butt as he cut in front of you.
you could still feel his hand shaking as he gripped your thigh to ground himself. you'd been comforting him since you both left. spritzing a bit of your perfume on his sweater, holding his bicep, putting on his favorite playlist and now lightly scraping your fingernails up and down his forearm.
"this it?"
"mhhmm, park just right there..."
his arms flex as he pulls up to the curb in front of your childhood home.
he turns the engine off and stills. his lashes flutter as he closes his eyes, letting in a big breath and exhaling slowly. he clearly needed a minute and you were more than willing to give it to him.
"okay, hmph, lets go," he says with a peck to your lips, smiling as he pulls away. it's as if this kiss alone gave him the strength to get over his fears.
he races over to your side of the car to let you out, holding your hand to make sure you didn't trip over the uneven pavement.
you snake your arm around his right bicep and make the short walk to the red front door a couple feet away.
ringing the doorbell, jaemin exhales and shakes his head. muttering mantras under his breath about being polite and that everything is okay.
your parents swing the door open.
"OH MY GOD YOU'RE GORGEOUS," your mother says excitedly, pulling him inside by the wrist.
you all laugh loudly as you step into the warmth of the house. jaemin immediately takes off his shoes, your mother shoots you a look of approval and you nod and mouth excitedly "i know!"
throughout the duration of the night, jaemin has put on his charm to 100. talking to your family about his education, his swimming scholarship and how lucky he is to have you. he even admits how nervous he was which has everyone in a fit of giggles again. he helped set the table, complimented your mom on her skin, played with the kittens that waltzed around his legs yet, never failed to check up to see how you were doing.
he'd caught you staring in awe a couple times, the smile on your face growing as he grins back at you in accomplishment, nodding towards your mother with wide eyes, like a little boy in kindergarten who made a new friend.
your family wasn't keen on letting the both of you leave once it got too late.
"i know im sorry mr. and ms. y/l/n, they hate me driving late at night so we really should go..." that doesn't fail to leave your mom cooing.
as soon as the door shuts behind you both, jaemin squeals and regains composure, "see y/n, i don't know why you were so worried, i told you they'd love me... im the na jaemin!" he screams that last bit.
you lightly punch him in the chest, "yeah yeah you nailed it tiger, just get in the car..." he laughs loudly, the arm draped over your shoulders pulls you in tighter and forces you to grab on to his waist to avoid toppling over.
"i can't believe my own mother ignored me for a pretty face... tsk"
the last thing you heard before jaemin shut your car door was a loud cackle.
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nct dream's voicemails
pairing: nct dream x gn!reader
genre: really all of them are different genres so idk buckle up; angst, established relationship (mark); comfort, established relationship (renjun); friends who have a thing going on and the dreamies are menaces (jeno); classmates, acquaintances but you're kinda cute (haechan); sick reader, fluff, established relationship (jaemin); basketball player and his "friend", bonus: he's drunk (chenle); idol x non idol, established relationship, kind of angsty if you squint but not really (jisung)
cw: cursing in mark's and jeno's, chenle's under the influence and he calls reader "pretty"
#mark
"i'm sorry. look, i... i know you probably don't want to talk to me right now, i get it. i shouldn't have said any of that and i'm so fucking sorry. i hate what i did and i have no excuse for being an asshole to you, but it's been almost two hours since you left and honestly i'm so worried i'm losing my mind. you don't have to come back yet, or call me back if you don't want to, but please, for the love of god, just let me know you're somewhere safe. shit, i'm so, so sorry. let's talk when you're ready, okay? i'll sleep on the couch tonight, so if you come back you can take the bedroom. i'm sorry. i love you."
#renjun
"hi, y/n. i'm sorry for calling so late, but, uh, i wanted to check up on you, you seemed a bit off today. maybe i'm imagining things, i don't know, but i couldn't stop thinking about it so i still wanted to ask. you don't have to tell me now, we can talk about it whenever you're comfortable, or not at all if you don't want to. just know i'm here for you, okay? it's normal to have worse days, so i'll try not to worry too much. i hope you'll feel better when you wake up in the morning. call me tomorrow, hm? we can go to that new ice cream place you told me about. sleep well, love you."
#jeno
"jesus, can you guys shut the fuck up– hey, uh, sorry for that, it's jeno. um, i'm calling because we're going to get some drinks at the bar down the street later tonight, and i– we were wondering if you maybe wanna tag along? we thought it could be fun hanging out outside of class since the semester is almost over. it's fine if you're busy though, no pressure. we're going out around, uh, nine, i think? so if you're up, call me back and i'll give you the details, yeah? alright, that's all, talk to you later. seriously, you guys are such fucking–"
#haechan
"uhm... hi, it's donghyuck. you probably didn't pick up since you don't have my number, but, uh, i called tell you that you left your sunglasses at the library yesterday. i asked mark for your number because we won't see each other untill chem next week and i thought you might need them, so... if you'd like to get them back just let me know? we could meet at the library again, or at get a coffee... or something. or i can give them to you in chem. whatever works for you! i don't mind either. just, uh, just let me know, okay? bye."
#jaemin
"hi, baby. how are you holding up? you must be sleeping, that's good. you need a lot of rest, hm? i hope by the time you're listening to this you will be feeling a little better. did your fever go down yet? there's food from my mom that i left in your fridge, you should eat that, i'm sure it's going to set you up. remember to stay hydrated too, yeah? i'll drop by with some groceries tonight, so let me know if you want anything specific. now rest well, love, i'll see you later."
#chenle
"y/n... you told me to call you when i get home, so why didn't... why aren't you pickin' up? well i– i'm home now, and, uh... renjun drove me there, so don't worry. anyways... i wanted t'say thank you, for coming to the game today. i honestly think we won only because you were there. you looked like... really, really... pretty. like... super pretty. when you, uh, hugged me after the match, i almost kissed you, you know? you're like my lucky charm... yeah, my lucky charm. i wanted to kiss you really bad. i wish you were here now so i could kiss you. can you come over tomorrow? mhm, 'm gonna go to bed now. bye, y/n–"
#jisung
"hey, how are you doing? it must be the middle of the night for you, you're probably asleep. i hope i didn't wake you up, i'm sorry if i did... i called you because i wanted to hear your voice. i, uh... i miss you, a lot. we had a day to ourselves to explore a bit, it was fun! it really was. but the whole time i couldn't stop thinking about how much more fun it would be with you there. i didn't want to kill the mood for the others, but i couldn't help missing you more today. did you miss me more, too? maybe it's like a soulmate thing... god, i sound so cheesy right now. anyways, the guys said they miss you too. chenle said we should all get hotpot together when we're done with the tour. sounds nice, right? oh, this voicemail is getting long... let's talk when you wake up, i'll call you after the concert. i lo– i miss you. sleep tight."
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hiii, can you do something with jaemin? like a college friends to lovers?
breakfast
genre. fluff, crack 🍞
pairings. jaemin x gn!reader
falling asleep at your friend!jaemin’s place wasn’t your intention.. yet, there you were, knocked out on the couch. you eventually woke up, disoriented and sore, while the smell of burnt toast polluted the air. on the other side of the open room, jaemin stood behind the kitchen counter, preoccupied with scraping char off the bread slices. he perked his head up once he heard you rustling around. “oh. you’re up.”
“what time is it?” you yawned, reaching for your phone, only to find it cold and dead.
“it’s like 10 or something—” his tone was casual, and it threw you off.
“jaemin!” you jumped to your feet. “i had a class at 9!” you continued, “i told you to wake me up if i ever fell asleep here again!” you ran to the bathroom, looking for the toothbrush jaemin got you last time.
his expression became one of shame, like a child being scolded by his mother. “i know, but you just looked so peaceful…”
this isn’t the first time this has happened. more often than not, jaemin invites you to hang out after class.. so you usually find yourself leaving with him to walk to his apartment… you just can’t get enough of him.
once you get there, you hope for a productive afternoon, maybe crank out some assignments. but instead, you end up talking to him all night. you’ll eventually glance at the ungodly hour on the clock, and think, "just 5 more minutes. i'll get going in 5 minutes." 5 minutes turns into 5 hours... and next thing you know, the sun is up, you've slept through all your alarms, and you're grabbing your things to rush out.
“i need to go home-” you pat your hands around the couch, looking for your purse, tossing around the blankets and pillows jaemin put on you while you were asleep.
“wait.” he interjected. “when’s your next class?”
“at 1… but i still have to go home and get dressed...” you sighed, slumping onto the stool at the kitchen island.
“you still have plenty of time to eat breakfast...” jaemin said, nudging over a plate of toast that was grilled passed the point of no return.
“jaemin…” you laughed. “im not eating that.” you eyed the dish, and a chill went down your spine. “i’ll just have some cereal.” you helped yourself to his cabinets in a search for a more edible alternative.
sitting across from jaemin at the table, you crunched on your cereal while he picked at his burnt toast… his pride wouldn’t let him throw it out. “so do you wanna come over again later?” he waited for you to chew your food before you replied.
“jaemin, be for real.” you set down your spoon. “i can’t keep coming over on weekdays. i lose track of time and fall asleep.. i can’t keep doing that.”
“why not?” he said, mouth full. “why can’t you fall asleep here?”
“i don’t have my stuff here! no skincare, no clothes…” you counted a finger for each point you listed. “and by the time i wake up, im late, and i still have to go home and get ready...”
“well then.. why not just bring stuff to stay the night.” he cleared his throat. “pack your clothes and skincare and whatever… plus, you already have a toothbrush here.”
“do you want me to stay or something?” you took a sip of juice, eyes peeking over the cup.
“i just like having you around...” he picked at the toast some more, but had yet to actually taste it.
you thought for a moment. “yeah sure.” you shrugged, ignoring the way he just made your heart flutter.
“wait really?” he looked up from his plate.
“i mean… i guess it’s not a problem as long as i bring stuff to stay.” you said, getting up from your seat to go wash your bowl in the sink. jaemin followed right behind you and draped his arms over your shoulders, pulling your back into his chest. “then can you bring stuff to stay longer than 1 night?”
jaemin has always been a pretty affectionate friend, so you didn’t think much of the hug… “maybe i could stay until the weekend..”
“just until the weekend?” he squeezed you a little tighter.
but was he always this clingy?
“na jaemin, when did you get so clingy?”
“well these days, i…” he stopped himself.
“these days, you...?” you hummed, tugging on his arms that were still embracing you, urging for him to finish his sentence. you began swaying side to side ever so slightly. “let’s just stay like this for a minute.” he cooed, catching on to your rhythm, rocking in the silence. he really gave the best hugs. after a moment, he disrupted the stillness of the room. “move in with me.”
hearing him say that so bluntly made your heart drop. flustered, you turned around to face him, his arms now resting on your back. “all of a sudden?” you laughed.
“mm.” he nodded his head to agree, looking at you so endearingly. he gradually inched his face closer to yours, and you didn’t mind.
“jaemin.”
“yeah?” he answered, just inches away.
“are you trying to kiss me right now?” you teased, as your gaze wandered from his eyes to his lips.
“are you gonna let me?” he teased back. you couldn’t hold back your smile, and he basically took that as confirmation.
he didn’t have to lean in much further before his lips were touching yours. your eyes fluttered as his hands gently met your cheeks, even tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“what are we doing?” you whispered in between breaths.
“just enjoy it.” he reassured you.
and for some reason, his words really put you at ease. in that moment, you couldn’t help but enjoy it. you reconnected your lips, and let yourself fall more in love with your best friend than you already were.
his smile forced him out of the kiss. “so does this mean we can have breakfast together every morning?”
you scoffed at his remark. “maybe if you learn how to cook first…”
@lovesuhng thanks so much for the request!!!! such a cute idea. hope you like it!!! (reqs always open)
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can't take my eyes off of you
&&. being in a relationship with na jaemin makes your heart rate pick up in just the slightest.
pairing: na jaemin x gn!reader
genre: fluff, idol!jaemin x makeup artist!reader
warnings: none! jaemin is just a little shit
word count: 0.6k
notes: this is much shorter than what i usually write im sorry im just in my nana feels right now 💗 na jaemin afshsgsssys 😖😖 he has me doing backflips on my bed with how insanely beautiful he is (is NOT athletic at all) also yes the title is based off the song by lauryn hill bc ms. lauryn hill actually saved my life with her studio album!! okay enough of me enjoy ( ≧ᗜ≦)
of course he's a fucking multitasker.
having to deal with na jaemin not only filming, but undressing you with his eyes at the same time was a prospect you never thought you'd see with your own two eyes.
but alas, here you are, getting stared down by the alluring center of nct dream. his eyes holding a certain gaze he'll only ever show to you, the members have already been eliminated in his eyes, and with filming the furthest thing from his mind, you're currently his main focus.
you sigh and shake your head, cheeks reddening as you hear his distant snicker in reply. you just turn your head to watch him from behind the camera, he looks beautiful, a bewitching sight in the lens of the film before you.
another touch-up.
the director yells cut, and jaemin turns on his heel to beeline towards you, the members' chatter fading into the air as a smirk tugs on his lips. you know it won't be the last time he has to come to you for another touch-up, he messes around constantly, often smudging his lipstick in the process, a mistake that you often have to fix. being a makeup artist isn't easy, especially with this demon as your boyfriend.
"hey beautiful stranger" he grins, white teeth on display.
he's staring at you as if he's about to devour you, unashamed in the way he licks his lips as he looks you up and down.
"hi jaemin" you answer back with a small smile.
"jaemin? no baby? no honey?"
he teases you softly, lips jutted in a pout as he nudges your shoulder. there's a spark in his eye, one that reminds you of exactly who you're dating. he knows it's risky to be acting so lovey dovey with you in a room full of other staff, but he just can't contain his love for you, you're so precious.
"not now, nana.. come on, let me fix those lips of yours".
he steps closer, and you start working, his breath tickles your fingers as you start to apply a new layer of lipstick. a smile breaks on his face and his hands slip around your hips.
"jaemin".
"have i told you how gorgeous you look today, baby?"
you roll your eyes, giving a final look at your work.
"you always do, and you look amazing by the way".
he hums, moving away from you as he clicks his tongue. "all because of you, y/n".
and then he's turning again, going back to filming as he begins whistling the tune to the group's title track.
when he turns back to stare at the camera, he slyly winks at you, an action that has your cheeks reddening to the color of your burgundy tshirt.
cut!
he walks up to you with dangerous eyes, and you already know the teasing is about to get worse.
"y/n, my dear stunning makeup artist".
somehow, his voice manages to get even lower, a revelation which makes you involuntarily shudder, a shudder he clearly picks up on, if his smirk is any indication. the distance between you two is safe this time, his hands placed obediently behind his back. you break into a soft smile, and jaemin giggles, scrunching his nose.
the movement accidentally smudging the lipstick at the corner of his lips.
"jaemin".
"i'm sorry, sweetheart, i can't help it when i have such a cutie in front of of me that i love so much".
"ugh, shut up, let me fix that".
you bring your thumb to the corner of his mouth, trying to erase his tiny mistake.
you hear him take a deep breath, then exhale as his head turns towards you, your finger ending up right on top of his lips.
you look up and lock eyes with him.
his lips quirk up into a smile, and he places a gentle kiss to the pad of your thumb, a swift sweep of the tongue.
he pulls back with half-lidded eyes.
back in 30 seconds!
then he's gone again, back on the set as if nothing happened.
yeah, you're doomed.
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★ 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘢𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 ★ || na j.m
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you don't understand why jaemin brought you to the ocean. you know he likes to make the effort to do nice things for you and he tries to accommodate to your disability.
you're blind, you have been since you were very little. you don't remember what certain objects and colors look like, but your boyfriend, jaemin, tries his damn best to help you not forget.
his favorite thing to do is allow you to touch his face before bed so that you can form a visual of him in your dreams. he makes sure to wear a certain perfume so that you can sniff him out if you happen to get separated.
jaemin is fascinated by your other heightened senses. he thinks it's interesting that you can hear certain sounds that he himself can't. or that you're more sensitive to various smells than he is.
you know you're at the ocean because you can smell the heavy musk of salt in the air way before you actually step foot in the sand. a smile creeps onto your face and you turn to jaemin who is parking the car.
"the ocean, jaem? really?" you question with a smirk on your face.
jaemin pouts, you may not be able to see it, but you know him well enough to know that his bottom lip is jutted out like a disappointed toddler. "it was supposed to be a surprise1 i knew i should have brought nose plugs!"
you laugh at him, your hands searching for his shoulder to give him a reassuring pat. as jaemin parks the car, he rushes to let you out of the car. you have told him countless times that you can get out of the car on your own, but he insists that you might fall and break something if you do it alone. you've learned that arguing against him is pointless.
as you feel jaemin's warm hands guide you out of the car, the salty air fills your nose once again. you feel your walking cane being placed in your hand and you smile. jaemin gets some things out of the car and he links his arm with yours. the two of you walk through the sand and you can hear the water crashing against some rocks nearby.
"jaem, why did you bring me here?" you ask once the two of you settle down under a tree, not too far from the spot where the water meets the sand.
jaemin finds himself staring at you. you look ethereal under the golden light of the setting sun. he never knew how good orange looked when you were bathing in it.
"i know you're staring at me, i can literally feel it." you comment after not receiving a response from the dark haired male.
"whaaat? i was not staring!" jaemin defends, turning his gaze away from you. why did he bring you to the ocean? "i brought you here because i remember you saying that you missed the feeling the ocean vibes give you."
your eyes widen at his response, not realizing he remembered something you said on your first date almost 5 years ago. "i'm surprised you remembered that. you have trouble remembering how to do laundry." you joke, nudging him with your shoulder.
"hey! that's mean, babe!" jaemin says, and you can tell he's pouting again. you lay your head on his shoulder and let the sounds of the ocean consume you.
jaemin stays quiet, knowing that you might want some quiet after a long week of constant noises from everything around you. jaemin feels bad that you can hear more than the average person, so he tries his hardest to prevent you from getting headaches. if that means being quiet for hours, then he would do it for you.
"thank you, jaemin. this really means a lot to me. more than you'll ever know." you whisper to him and you feel his lips press a kiss to your forehead.
"you know i would give you the world if i could." he whispers back to you, his warm breath fanning against your skin.
"i don't want the world when i have you, jaem."
"you're going to make me cry, babe!"
the two of you stay like that, the sound of the waves lulling you both into a state of tranquility.
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