#jaemin x reader

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Me & You | n.jm

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☆ jaemin x reader

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oneshot, nonidol!jaemin, afab!reader, bf!jaemin, softdom!jaemin, sub!reader, virgin!reader, unprotected sex, first time, lots of praise, making out, masturbation (m.), fingering, big dick jaem (ofc), creampie, jaemin is literally the best bf ever, consent!!, fluff, use of pet names (princess, baby), porn w/ very little plot...

synopsis . your boyfriend has always been so respectful of your boundaries, but you’re tired of making him wait—you’re ready for him, ready to have him completely. and jaemin will make sure to take care of you the way you deserve.

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author note: here’s the jaemin fic promised :3 i actually really like this one :’)

i apologize if there is any mistakes, this isn't proof read and english isn't my first language. enjoy!! ><

His hips roll against yours, tongues tangled in a messy kiss. "Hey," he starts softly, voice rough but gentle as he senses the hesitance in your movements. "We don't do anything you're not ready for. Ever."

He presses a kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back just enough to see your face. "You tell me when—if—you want more. And until then?" His smirk is small but warm as he tugs you against his chest. "We watch shitty movies," He says with a soft chuckle, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You sigh softly, feeling bad for letting your fears and insecurities prevent you from going any further with your boyfriend. The furthest being getting each other off but never more.

You bury your head into the crook of his neck, "Sorry.." you mumble.

"Hey," he pulls you back gently to meet your eyes, "none of that."

You smile softly and peck his lips, "Movies sound nice.."

"Anything you want, princess," he murmurs, reaching for the remote with one hand while the other stays wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you even closer to him.

"Thank you," you sigh softly with a small smile. Jaemin truly was the best boyfriend you could ever have. He never pushed you to do anything unlike your other exes.

At first you were scared he'd leave, scared he'd get bored like the others when he found out you were a virgin and weren't ready yet. But Jaemin constantly assured you that didn't matter, always told you he would wait for when you're ready—and if that was never, then it was never.

He grabs the blanket draped over the back of the couch, tucking it around you both before hitting play, his fingers absently tracing circles on your hip—gentle, reassuring, like he needs the contact just as much as you do.

And when the movie starts, his grip on you doesn't loosen. Because Jaemin might be wrecked, might still be half hard and aching against your thigh, but he'd always choose holding you over anything else.

You wake up in the middle of the night, the shifting on Jaemin's side of the bed disturbing your light sleep. You felt your cheeks heat up as you heard a quiet groan, was he..? You dare look back on his side, your breath slightly catching at the sight.

The room is dark, the only sound the quiet creak of the mattress and the ragged, restrained pants coming from beside you. Jaemin's back is turned slightly, his broad shoulders tensed, muscles flexing under the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains. His hand moves under the sheets, his breath hitching in sharp breaths—like he's fighting to keep quiet, to not wake you.

Of course, Jaemin would always respect your boundaries, but he too had some urges. And tonight he couldn't stop himself, needing the release as he kept replaying your heated makeout session from earlier.

But then, the sheets shift, and you catch the faintest glimpse—his cock aching in his grip, thick and flushed, precum glistening at the tip as he strokes himself with slow, tortured movements. You catch the way his teeth sink into his bottom lip, his free hand fisting in the sheets beside him, his entire body coiled with tension.

And then—

He freezes, hearing the bed shift.

His head turns slightly, just enough for you to see the way his pupils blow when he realizes you're awake. Your expression mimics his own, flustered and a bit embarrassed at having been caught staring. His hand stills, but he doesn't let go, his chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths.

"Fuck," he rasps, voice coming out hoarse, rough with sleep and need. "Didn't mean to wake you, princess." His thumb brushes over the head of his cock, smearing precum as he watches you, his expression raw—part guilt, part hunger.

And then, quieter, almost pleading, "Couldn't stop thinking about you..."

You bite your lip nervously, feeling yourself heaten at his admission. You feel bad. Mad at yourself for not being able to please your boyfriend properly. You break eye contact, eyes shifting away as you mutter a small "sorry".

Jaemin's entire demeanor shifts, fixing himself and turning to face you. One of his hands come to brush your cheek with a tenderness that makes your heart ache. He presses a kiss to your nose, "Don't ever apologize for anything like that baby, not with me."

He wraps his arms around, pulling you close and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "If anything, i'm sorry, should've gone to the bathroom," he mumbles against you, fingers tracing soothing circles along your back. "You matter more than anything,"

You shake your head, brows furrowed slightly, tired of shying away just because you're scared. "You can have me," Your words are hushed, and Jaemin's not even sure if you mean them, scared you're just saying that because you feel like you have to.

His entire body stills at your whisper—his breath catching, his grip on you loosening. For a second, he just stares at you, eyes searching yours for any hint of hesitation, any flicker of doubt.

Then his expressions shatters, his thumb brushing your cheek with such gentleness. "No," he sighs, forehead dropping to yours, "Not like this." His breath is warm against your lips as he forces himself to pull back, his hands sliding up to cradle your face.

"I don't want you if you're just giving yourself away," he murmurs, "I want you to be sure. I want you to mean it. Fuck, I want you to want me too."

Your eyes start to water with tears of frustration, you don't even know why it's bothering you this much. But you want him, and you're tired of that barrier that's been set up.

"I do!" you cry, voice shakier than expected, "I do want you Jaem—! I'm tired of making you wait around," your voice cracks slightly. "Tired of pretending like i'm not as horny for you just because i'm a scared virgin!"

"Princess-," Jaemin's breath catches—his entire body going still at your words, his grip on you tightening almost instinctively. His eyes bore into you, flickering between yours, searching for any hint of doubt. When he finds none, his expressions shifts—heat replacing the careful restraint.

He searches your eyes-making sure you see the sincerity in his. "You want me?" He whispers, this thumb tracing your bottom lip. "Then you've got me. But we're doing this slow—exactly how you need it."

His lips find yours in a kiss that's searing but patient, his tongue brushing your lip. When he pulls back, his smirk is teasing but his eyes are soft.

"Gonna take good care of you," He murmurs, nipping at your jaw as his hands slide down your waist, guiding you onto your back. "Take my time making you feel good—show you how fucking perfect you are for me."

A groan leaves his lips when you let out a soft noise in response, his touch bordering worship as his hands roam your body.

"I'm nervous," you admit, voice barely above a whisper.

Jaemin's hands freeze where they were sliding up your thighs, his forehead dropping to yours. "Hey," he says softly, voice rough with restraint, his hand coming to caress your cheek. "We stop the second you say so. Okay?"

His lips press a lingering kiss to your forehead, pulling back and looking into your eyes for an answer, for permission to continue.

You give him a small nod, "Okay."

Then, slowly, his hands slide back down—not to your thighs, but to your fingers, intertwining them with his as he looks up to meet your gaze.

"Tell me what you want, baby," he whispers, "My mouth? My fingers? Just my hands on you?" His hands squeeze yours as he waits for your answer, eyes dark but patient. "Anything you want."

Your cheeks flush a bit, embarrassed at vocalizing what you want, but you know you have to get past that. "I— I just want you Jaem, I'm ready.." You mumble shyly.

Jaemin's breath hitches at your whispered words—his body stilling above you before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. He knows he'd have to stretch you out with fingers first—he feels almost bad that his size is above average. "Look at me,"

"I got you, baby. I promise." he whispers softly. "But you're getting my fingers first, okay?"

You nod in response and his hands let go of yours to slide down your thighs, spreading them wider with deliberate care as he settles between them.

His thumbs brush over your hipbones—soothing—as he searches your expression, "Just relax, pretty girl," he coos.

His fingers trace your folds through your panties, smirking to himself when he finds them already damp with your arousal. His fingers hook in their waistband, tugging gently. "Gonna take these off,"

You hum and lift your hips to help him. When they're off, his fingers play with your slick folds, running them up and down your slit, collecting your wetness. You whine a bit a buck your hips against his hand, wanting more—needing more.

He lets out a soft chuckle with a small shake of his head before one thick digit presses against your entrance. He licks his lips and a shaky breath leaves him as he slowly pushes his finger in, adding a second one to stretch you out.

He works you open with agonizing patience, his own cock throbbing against your thigh as he watches your face for any sign of discomfort.

When he finally adds a third finger, his lips find yours in a tender kiss—swallowing your whines. "So pretty," he whispers against your mouth, his fingers curling just right to make you gasp and grip the sheets a little tighter. "So fucking good for me. Gonna make it so good for you, princess—promise."

Your back arches against his fingers, needing more, just as desperate to make him feel good too.

When one of your hands come down to hold his wrist, he stills immediately, searching your face. He opens his mouth to ask but you cut him off before he can say anything.

"I want you, babe, please," you whine. "You can put it in,"

A ragged groan leaves Jaemin's lips at your words, his fingers stilling inside you as his other hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise—trying to ground himself. His cock twitches against his sweatpants, leaking precum, forming a wet patch against the fabric.

"Fuck—you sure?" his voice is wrecked, his forehead dropping to yours as his fingers curl just right, earning a surprised moan from you.

You nod frantically, "Please, Jaem—"

He pulls his fingers free with a filthy, wet sound—pulling back just enough to free his throbbing cock before lining himself up to your dripping cunt.

He teases his tip between your folds, collecting the wetness as lubricant. "Okay?" he asks through a shaky breath, needing the confirmation before going any further.

When you nod in answer he lets out a small groan, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips.

He glides his tip through your folds a few more times before finally pressing against your entrance, his entire body trembling with restraint as he presses forward—slow, so slow, his muscles coiled tight with need as he holds himself back.

Your eyes close shut at the stretch, fingers digging into the sheets. This was much more painful then his fingers.

"Look at me," he demands, "princess, please—" His hand grip your chin gently, forcing your eyes to meet his as he continues slowly pushing in.

The stretch burns, but his soothing voice is there to comfort you—always. "You're okay," He whispers shakily. "Taking me so well, baby."

You let out a small whimper, hands balled into tight fists at your sides as he pushes his hips forwards—finally burying himself to the hilt. He lets out a low groan, his head falling to your shoulder as he lets you adjust.

His thighs are shaking with restraint, your walls gripping him like a vice. "Doing s-so well, baby," he praises, his fingers brushing through your hair comfortingly.

"Can I move, baby? 's that okay?" he asks, voice coming out rushed and needy.

It hurts, but you trust him more than anything. "Y-yes," you whimper out, squirming a bit as you try to adjust to his sheer size.

He presses a kiss to your temple before pulling back and grabbing your hips, fingers digging into the flesh as he pulls his hips back, only to push back in. "It's gonna feel better soon, baby, I promise." He grunts through slow thrusts.

You whine, and your hands find his back for support as he picks up the pace—nails surely digging in his skin but he doesn't say anything. "Jaem—,"

Jaemin's eyes meet yours as you whine his name, his breath coming out ragged as he forces himself to stop moving, his lips pressing against yours. "Did I hurt you, baby?—Are you okay?" he asks, worriedly, sweat dripping from his brow as he fights to control himself.

Your hips immediately buck against his at the sudden loss, a whimper spilling past your lips. "D-don't stop,"

"Fuck—," he grunts, a small chuckle leaving his lips, his hands trembling where they cradle your hips. "So perfect for me," he mumbles, voice hoarse as he starts moving against you again.

His hand snakes in between your bodies, his thumb brushing your clit in slow, soothing circles, his other hand squeezing your hip in a grounding grip.

He presses feather-light kisses along your jaw, your throat, murmuring filthy—soft praise against your skin. "Doing so good for me, princess. Taking me so fucking perfect—”

He pushes your legs a bit, hips shifting experimentally, just a shallow roll that makes you both gasp, his cock twitching inside you as he fights to control his desires.

He grinds his hips against yours in a way that buries him even deeper, just enough to make you whimper. "That feel good, baby?" he asks, voice ragged.

And when you nod, his groan is pure relief, his lips crashing into yours as he starts to move again—each thrust a controlled slide that stretches you just right, pleasure overtaking pain as his fingers work your clit in time with every rock of his hips.

"That's it, princess," He moans against your mouth, his free hand coming to find yours—intertwining your fingers.

Everything feels so good, and you feel so full, in the most delicious way possible. "S-so big," you choke out through moans and gasps as his length keeps hitting all the right spots.

His pace picks up—each movement measured, controlled, his body trembling above you as he fights to keep himself in check—to make this perfect for you.

His thumb brushes over your knuckles, bringing your intertwined hands to his mouth—his lips pressing soft kisses to your wrist.

He lets go of your hand, his own coming to carss your cheek. "Look at me," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust as his hips roll deeper, harder. "Wanna see you—shit—wanna see how pretty you are taking me."

You whimper in response, a loss at words from how good he's making you feel. Your head is dizzy, preventing you from thinking straight—the one thing you know for sure is that you absolutely do not want him to stop.

"More?" he rasps, "Tell me, baby—please—tell me what you need."

You moan out, as a particular thrusts hits you right where you need him. "F-faster, Jaem— please—!”

Jaemin's breath comes out sharp and wrecked, a low groan leaving his lips at your plea—his restraint shattering in an instant.

"Fuck—like this, baby?" His hips snap forward, harder, deeper, his grip on your thighs tightening as he drives into you with a groan. And when those pretty moans leave your lips? Well it only serves to spur him on even more.

Every thrust is filthy, perfect—his cock dragging against your walls just right, his name spilling from your lips in broken little moans that make his head spin.

"So fucking tight," he grits out, voice raw as his hands slide up to grip your waist, pulling you into each stroke. "Taking me so good—fuck, you feel incredible, princess, so fucking perfect."

His pace turns relentless, his body pounding into yours with desperation—his touch is still reverent, his lips crashing into yours in a kiss that's both bruising and sweet all at once.

"Mine," he whispers against your mouth, his fingers digging into your sides hard enough to leave marks. "All fucking mine."

You scream his name, hands clawing at his back as you feel yourself getting there, walls fluttering around him. "Jaemin—!”

And when you clench around him, he loses it—thrusts turning erratic, groans leaving his mouth as he chases his own release, determined to get you both over the edge.

Jaemin lets out a guttural groan against your neck, his entire body shuddering as your walls clamp around him like a vice. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—" His thrusts turn desperate—losing control with every scream of pleasure you let out.

His teeth drag over your pulse point as he slams into you deeper, harder, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you that has your thighs quivering.

He moves you slightly, changing the angle just enough to make you see stars. His lips crash against yours in a messy, breathless kiss, his tongue claiming your mouth as his cock claims your body.

He hisses, your walls gripping him like a vice and whiny moans signaling your close. "Gonna fill you up, s'okay, baby?" he growls against your lips.

When you moan and nod in response, his hips continue snapping forward, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. "Gonna make sure you feel me for days."

"F-fuck Jaem—!" you scream, the coil in your stomach snapping with a particular thrust, bringing you to euphoria. Your walls clamp down on him, nails digging into his back as your whole body trembles in pleasure.

And the sight of you coming undone under him is Jaemin’s last straw.

His rhythm stutters—his breath hitching, his body tensing as he buries himself to the hilt with a low groan, his release crashing through him like never before.

Hot cum floods your insides, his hips jerking through every last pulse as your tight cunt milks him dry, his fingers digging into your skin like he never wants to let go.

"Fuck," he pants, his forehead dropping to yours as he struggles to catch his breath, his body still trembling with aftershocks. "You—shit—you ruined me, princess." he says with a hoarse chuckle.

His thumb brushes over your swollen lips, leaning in to press his own against them. "You took me so well," he praises, brushing his fingers through your hair comfortingly.

You only hum in response, tired but on cloud 9. A satisfied smirk plays on his lips as he takes in the mess he's made of you.

"Get some sleep, baby," he whispers, pressing a tender kiss against your forehead before pulling away and tucking you in. "You did so well."

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[haeivie]

THE DREAMIES ꔛ BUT THEY’RE YOUR EX’S BEST FRIEND

⟢　you’ve always seen the dreamies as your bf’s best friend. but now, but now that he’s your ex, everything feels different. you begin to see them in a way you never have before. ⟣

PAIRING ⦂ nct dream x fem!reader CONTENTS ⦂ slight swearing , punch in jaemin’s , ( i feel like these are bad i’m sorry ) WC ⦂ 1.5k

──── © HAEIVIE , 2025. /

mark ⦂ you were sitting on the curb outside of your favorite spot, lost in the ache of your breakup. the tears kept coming, and you barely noticed mark until he was kneeling in front of you. he didn’t ask what happened or push you to talk; he just looked at you with soft eyes, his presence comforting in its quietness. “it’s okay. you’re gonna be okay,” he whispered, his hand gently rubbing your back. you looked into his eyes, feeling something shift inside you. after that night, mark started showing up more. he’d text to check on you, take you out to distract you from the pain, and slowly, you began to spend more time together. each moment with him made your feelings grow, but then guilt followed. he was your ex’s best friend. you shouldn’t be feeling this way about him, yet every laugh you shared and every time his hand brushed against yours, you found yourself falling deeper. you tried to push it away, telling yourself it was just a phase, but mark had become more than just your ex’s best friend. he was becoming someone you couldn’t imagine your life without, and though it felt complicated, it still felt right. and you couldn’t deny that your heart was drawn to him.

“i know the circumstances are odd, but i’ve never wanted to be anywhere else than here with you. if you’re willing to take that chance, so am i.”

renjun ⦂ after the breakup, everything felt like it was falling apart. you expected the world to feel different, but it was the silence that hit the hardest. everyone else seemed to move on, but renjun stayed. he didn’t push you to talk or ask for anything in return; he just showed up when you needed him most. you didn’t realize how much you’d grown dependent on his quiet presence until one day, when you were sitting on the couch, lost in your own thoughts. he sat beside you without saying a word, letting the silence stretch between you two. the weight of everything felt heavy, but somehow, his company made it easier to bear. it wasn’t until you really looked at him that you started to see him differently. the way he always knew when you needed someone. the way he stayed, no matter how messy things got. for the first time, you realized how much he had always been there, silently supporting you without asking for anything in return.

“i’ve always been here. maybe now, you can see me, too.”

jeno ⦂ you never expected things to shift so suddenly. it was late one evening, and you found yourself alone with jeno, the two of you having spent hours talking and laughing. the conversation had long since moved from lighthearted to more intimate, and without realizing it, the space between you two had closed. the tension between you was thick, almost suffocating, but neither of you moved away. in a moment of pure instinct, jeno kissed you. it was unexpected, but it felt like everything fell into place. for the first time in ages, you weren’t thinking about your ex, about the mess of emotions that had come with the breakup. all you felt was his lips, his warmth, his breath. but then, just as quickly as it had started, he pulled back, his eyes wide with panic. “fuck, i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have—” jeno stammered, his voice breaking in the heat of the moment. you could see the guilt clouding his expression, the uncertainty in his eyes. he was afraid, afraid that he had crossed a line. you could feel your heart race, the confusion and desire mixing in the air around you. “jeno, it’s okay…i want this.” you assured softly. because you knew, just as he did, that what had happened wasn’t just a mistake.

“i’ve always cared about you more than i’ve let on, and i can’t keep pretending i don’t feel it.”

haechan ⦂ your breakup left things messy between everyone, but with haechan, it was different. while the others sided with your ex, hoping to keep the peace, haechan chose you. it wasn’t even a question for him. he knew what was right, and even though it meant a fallout with his best friend, he didn’t hesitate. the first time he stood up to your ex, the tension in the room was suffocating. your ex had thrown harsh words your way, trying to pull everyone into his side of things, but haechan wasn’t having it. “fuck ‘em,” he muttered under his breath, not even sparing a glance toward your ex. “they’re not worth it. you deserve better than that.” you weren’t sure how to respond. how could you, when you had always seen haechan as just the funny, carefree friend? but now, seeing the seriousness in his eyes, everything felt different. the way he stood by you, how he protected you even when it meant hurting his own friendship, left you breathless.

“he doesn’t even realize what he just lost…”

jaemin ⦂ everyone knew jaemin as the playful, flirty one. the guy who always had a teasing comment ready. but after your breakup, he showed a different side of himself. when your ex started running his mouth, throwing blame and guilt your way, jaemin couldn’t stay silent. he was your ex’s best friend, but that didn’t matter to him in that moment. the night of, you were having a particularly heated confrontation. your ex stormed off, leaving you standing there with your emotions running wild. jaemin was there instantly pulling him back. you barely had time to process what was happening when he stepped forward and punched your ex square in the jaw. the room went quiet as your ex stumbled back, shocked, while jaemin stood there, fists clenched, not saying a thing. the anger in your ex’s eyes flared, but he didn’t move to retaliate. jaemin didn’t even look at him. instead, he turned back to you, his expression unreadable, but his stance was protective. you stared at him, your heart pounding. his actions weren’t ideal, but in that moment, you understood that jaemin only wanted to protect you, no matter the consequences. and even though he’d made a mistake, there was something comforting about knowing that he would always stand up for you, no matter what.

“i don’t care if it was the wrong move. he’s an ass… i’d do it again. for you.”

chenle ⦂ undoubtedly, the breakup left you drained and confused, but chenle was there in a way you didn’t expect. while everyone else chose to avoid the subject, he was the one who made sure you were okay, even when it felt like your world was crumbling. he started showing up at your place unannounced, bringing over random snacks and forcing you to watch cheesy movies just to get you to laugh. his humor was contagious, and little by little, you found yourself starting to enjoy life again, even if only for a few hours at a time. one night, after a long conversation that drifted from laughter to something deeper, the air between you two shifted. you found yourself sitting next to him on the couch, his pinky brushing against yours. it was innocent at first, but the moment lingered longer than usual. chenle’s eyes met yours, and there was something unspoken, but clear. before you could say anything, your ex called, but chenle didn’t hesitate. he picked up the phone, silencing it before it could ring again. “ignore him,” chenle muttered under his breath, looking at you with a smile that was equal parts comforting and daring. “you’re way better off without him.” you didn’t say anything. instead, you just leaned into him, the distance between you two finally fading.

“he doesn’t deserve you, but i do. and i’ll prove it to you, day after day.”

jisung ⦂ things were tense, especially when your ex was around. the last person you expected to be there for you was jisung, but somehow, he was the one who always showed up when you needed someone the most. he never forced anything, never asked you to explain yourself or to open up. he simply existed in your life. after running into your ex at a party, the tension was unbearable. your ex came at you with harsh words again, trying to blame you for everything that went wrong. you could feel the weight of his accusations on your shoulders, like they might crush you if you didn’t leave. but before you could turn away, jisung was there, standing between you and your ex. “you’re not doing this to her again,” jisung said quietly, his voice calm but firm, looking at your ex without backing down. “let it go.” your ex opened his mouth to argue, but jisung wasn’t having it. without saying another word, jisung simply turned to you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he gently touched your arm.

“all I care about is making sure you’re okay… no one else’s feelings matter.”

[jenosbliss]

pairing. fem!reader x fwb!jaemin | genre. fluff | wc. 1.3k | warnings. none | summary. where he helps you during your cramps

The room was dim and still, bathed in the faint yellow light of Jaemin’s bedside lamp. The two of you were in your usual post-encounter positions: you on your side of the bed, tucked under the covers with a pillow hugged to your chest, and Jaemin lounging against the headboard, scrolling through his phone.

This was your routine. After the heat of the moment passed, things would settle into this kind of comfortable silence. Jaemin would busy himself with something—his phone, a video game, or random conversation—while you would rest or prepare to leave. It was simple, predictable, and exactly what you’d both signed up for when this whole thing started.

Friends with benefits. Nothing more, nothing less. But tonight, something was different.

You shifted under the covers, trying to ignore the dull ache creeping up your lower abdomen. At first, it was manageable—a slight discomfort you could brush off as lingering soreness from the earlier activities. But as the minutes ticked by, the pain sharpened into something deeper, a hot, stabbing sensation that made you wince.

Jaemin noticed the movement, though he didn’t look up from his phone. “You good?” he asked casually, his voice low and distracted.

“Yeah,” you murmured, brushing it off. “Just… tired.” He hummed in response, his thumb swiping lazily across the screen. You curled in on yourself slightly, clutching the pillow tighter to your stomach as another wave of pain hit. This one was stronger, sharper, and you couldn’t stop the soft groan that escaped your lips.

Jaemin froze.

His eyes flicked up from his phone, his head tilting slightly as he studied you. “Wait… Are you sure you’re okay?” You nodded quickly, not trusting your voice to stay steady. But Jaemin wasn’t buying it.

He set his phone down on the nightstand with an uncharacteristic sense of urgency, his full attention suddenly on you. “You’re not okay,” he said, his tone firm but laced with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” you tried to say, but the words came out weak and breathless. “Nothing doesn’t make you look like you’re about to pass out,” Jaemin shot back, his brows knitting together in frustration. You tried to sit up, only to double over as a sharp cramp tore through your stomach.

“Hey—” Jaemin’s voice was sharper this time, and before you could stop him, he was leaning over you, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. “Did I… Did I hurt you?” Your eyes widened, and you quickly shook your head. “No, Jaemin, it’s not that. It’s just…” You trailed off, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“It’s just what?” he pressed, his voice softer now but no less insistent. “Talk to me.” You hesitated, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. Jaemin wasn’t usually like this—so attentive, so focused. It was throwing you off.

Finally, you sighed, pressing your hand against your stomach. “It’s period cramps.” Jaemin blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Period cramps?” You nodded, avoiding his gaze. “It happens sometimes after, you know…” You gestured vaguely between the two of you. “It’s normal. Nothing to worry about.”

But Jaemin didn’t look reassured. If anything, he looked even more concerned. “Normal? You’re curled up like you’re dying, and you’re calling that normal?”

“Jaemin—”

“Wait, is it my fault?” he interrupted, his voice rising slightly. “Like, did I trigger it or something? Did I make it worse?” You sighed, shaking your head. “No, it’s not your fault. This just… happens sometimes.”

Jaemin leaned back slightly, his jaw tightening as he processed your words. You could see the worry etched across his face, the way his hands fidgeted in his lap as if he didn’t know what to do with them.

For a moment, you thought he might drop it. But then he surprised you. “What can I do?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. You blinked, caught off guard by the question. “What?”

“What can I do to help?” he repeated, his eyes locking onto yours. There was a raw sincerity in his gaze, one that made your chest tighten. “You don’t have to do anything,” you said quickly, your cheeks flushing. “Bullshit,” he muttered under his breath, his frown deepening. “You’re in pain. I can’t just sit here and do nothing.” 

You hesitated, the vulnerability of the moment making you feel strangely exposed. “Usually, I just… press my hand against the area. It helps with the pain.” Jaemin’s brow furrowed as he processed your words. “That’s it? Just… pressure?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “It’s warm, and it eases the cramps.” He was quiet for a moment, his gaze dropping to your stomach. And then, to your utter shock, he reached for the edge of the blanket, his fingers brushing lightly against your side.

“Can I?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Your breath hitched, and you nodded before you could overthink it. Jaemin moved carefully, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your sweatpants. His touch was warm, his palm pressing gently against the spot where the pain was worst.

“Like this?” he asked quietly, his eyes searching yours. You nodded again, your chest tightening at the unfamiliar tenderness in his touch. “Yeah. That’s… perfect.”

For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of your breathing. Jaemin’s hand stayed where it was, his warmth seeping into you in a way that felt far too intimate for what you were supposed to be.

But he didn’t stop there.

“Does it always hurt this much?” he asked suddenly, his voice soft but filled with an edge of frustration. “Not always,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “But sometimes, yeah.”

Jaemin frowned, his jaw tightening. “And you just… deal with it?” You shrugged, unsure of how to respond. “It’s not like I have a choice.”

“That’s so…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Unfair.” You laughed softly, though it came out more like a breath. “Yeah, well. Welcome to being a girl.”

Jaemin didn’t laugh. If anything, he looked even more upset.“I don’t get it,” he muttered, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “Why does it have to be like this? Why do you have to go through this every month?”

“It’s just how it is,” you said, your voice tinged with a mix of resignation and amusement. “You get used to it.” Jaemin’s eyes darkened, and you could see the frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. “You shouldn’t have to.”

The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache, and you suddenly found it hard to meet his gaze. “It’s not a big deal, Jaemin.”

“It is to me,” he said quietly, his words hanging heavy in the air. Your breath caught, your heart pounding as his hand shifted slightly, his touch growing firmer. The warmth of his palm, the weight of his gaze—it was too much and not enough all at once.

For a moment, you forgot about the pain, the cramps, the boundaries you’d drawn so carefully between the two of you. All you could feel was him—his hand on your skin, his eyes on your face, his presence grounding you in a way that felt far too intimate for what you were supposed to be.

This wasn’t the Jaemin you thought you knew. This wasn’t the playful, easygoing guy who kept things light and casual. This was someone else entirely—someone who cared too much, who was crossing lines he didn’t seem to realize he was crossing, and who didn’t seem to care.

And for the first time, you didn’t know what to do.

“Jaemin,” you said softly, your voice trembling. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he interrupted, his voice firm. The words hit you like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him, your chest tight with emotions you couldn’t name.

Jaemin’s hand stayed where it was, his warmth easing the tension in your body, but his gaze stayed locked on yours, searching, questioning, and—most terrifyingly—caring.

And in that moment, as the lines between you blurred beyond recognition, you realized there was no going back.

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[lyvhie]

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Haechan, more than anyone else, could easily read the signs of exhaustion, especially yours. And he knew it wasn’t just tiredness, it was life being unkind, again and again, leaving its weight heavy on your shoulders. That’s why he didn’t hesitate to scoot closer to you on the couch, wrapping a warm blanket around you both as he pulled you into his arms. One hand settled in your hair, gently stroking as if trying to untangle the mess inside you. “Wanna talk about it?” he asked softly. You shook your head, and he just nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmured, his voice a balm to your aching heart. “You don’t have to go through this alone. You know I’m here for you, right?” His words lingered in the quiet air between you, grounding you. “Everything will be okay, I promise.”

It always took Jisung a little while to catch on when something was off, but eventually, he noticed the shift in your mood. You weren’t yourself, and that alone was enough to make him put everything else aside. Comfort didn’t come naturally to him, he never really knew the right words or the perfect things to say. But when it came to you, he tried. And somehow, his effort was always exactly what you needed. So he stayed close, his fingers gently lacing with yours, holding your hand like an anchor. He didn’t interrupt or try to fix anything, just offered a quiet space to let you speak, however and whenever you needed to. And even if you hesitated, thinking your thoughts were silly or small, he always reassured you with those rare, earnest words. “Everything about you matters to me,” he gave your hand a light squeeze, pressing a gentle kiss on the back of it.

Either Mark was spending too much time with you or he had some kind of emotional radar, because he always, always knew how you were feeling. Whether it was happiness buzzing under your skin or sadness weighing you down, he never missed a beat. It was like he could read your mood before you even said a word. So it didn’t take him long to notice something was off. Without needing to ask twice, he pulled you close, settling you on his lap with your head tucked into the curve of his neck, his arms wrapped around you like a shield from the world. “What happened, baby?” he murmured, voice low and close. He listened to every word you said, no interruptions, no rushed reassurances. Just him and his quiet hums of understanding as his fingers drew lazy, soothing circles on the small of your back. His warmth seeped into your skin, grounding you, wrapping you in something safer than words. Then came the soft kisses, brushing against the shell of your ear, each one like a punctuation to his whispered comforts.

Chenle didn’t need you to say anything, he could read it in your eyes, in the way your shoulders drooped just slightly more than usual, in the silence that lingered too long. And once he noticed, he didn’t waste a single second. He was there, arms open, heart open, ready to listen as you poured your feelings out, no matter how tangled or heavy they were. But he didn’t stop at listening. He offered more, gentle truths, fresh perspectives, soft reminders that no, this isn’t the end of the world. That yes, things feel unbearable now, but he believed in you. He knew you’d get through it. Not today, not tomorrow, maybe not even next week, but eventually, you would.You don't have to be strong right now. “You've been strong for so long. Just rest now, I've got you,” And until then, he’d be there, reminding you that your feelings are real, valid, and worth holding. And of course, once your heart had emptied a little, he was already in the kitchen, making your favorite comfort food, because love, to him, was also served warm. He’d make a whole feast if that’s what it took to bring even a small smile to your face. Later, when you were full and wrapped in his arms, your head resting on his chest, he’d run his hand slowly along your back, whispering sweet nothings that didn’t need to make sense, only to make you feel safe.

Jaemin didn’t need to catch any subtle hints or read between the lines, you always came to him when things got heavy. No words, no explanations, just the quiet way you’d find him, and curl up close, seeking the comfort only he could give. And he was always there. No questions asked, no pressure to speak. Just his arms, his warmth, his steady heartbeat grounding you in the stillness of the room. He’d thread his fingers through your hair, slow and gentle, or tangle his own with yours, playing idly with them. He talked softly about his day—about what the neighbor’s dog did again, what weird thing his coworker said, what he had for lunch—filling the silence in the most soothing way. One of his cats would usually climb onto the bed, settling right on top of the both of you like she knew this was her job. He’d guide your hand to her soft fur, encouraging you to pet her, grounding you even more with that quiet rhythm. Time passed slowly, peacefully, until your heart felt a little lighter and the weight in your chest a little less sharp. Only then would you speak, and he would listen with his full attention, his thumb brushing your cheek with tender care.

If you were feeling bad, Renjun was feeling bad too, your mood was like a string tied to his heart, and he could feel every tug. And there was no way he’d let it stay that way. His way of being there for you wasn’t loud or pushy, it was gentle, patient, and full of quiet affection. He wouldn’t overwhelm you with questions, but his eyes would search yours softly as he asked, “Are you feeling bad?” And if you nodded, he’d only ask one more thing: “How can I make it better?” Sometimes you didn’t have the answer. And that was okay. So he’d guide you to the couch or the bed, putting on a playlist you both liked, or choosing a movie that didn’t demand too much attention. Other times, he’d just pull you into his arms, letting silence do the talking as you melted into his warmth. He never forced you to talk, just stayed close, letting his presence soothe you. A kiss to your temple here, a quiet “I’m right here” whispered into your hair there. His hugs were a safe haven, and his lips trailing soft kisses across your skin felt like magic that slowly eased the storm inside you. With him, even the hardest days felt a little less heavy. His care wrapped around you like a warm blanket, and before you even realized it, the words started spilling from your lips.

Jeno was a quiet listener, and he had a way of making you feel safe without saying much at all. No matter what kind of day you’d had, the moment you saw him, you instinctively reached for him—arms wrapped around his waist, your face buried in his chest like you were hoping your bad feelings would melt away in his warmth. And honestly? Sometimes, it almost worked. He found it endearing, the way you clung to him so tightly, like he was your anchor. His first instinct was always to shower you with soft kisses on your forehead, your hair, your cheeks, before murmuring, “What happened, baby?” His voice low, soft, just for you. As you started talking, venting about your day, he guided you to sit with him, his hands gently working at the tension in your back with practiced motions, every now and then kissing the back of your neck or your shoulder. And maybe he had already sensed something was off. Because when he came home, he had your favorite snacks in hand. No special occasion, no big explanation. Just something he thought might make you feel a little better.

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[nightpoemz]

can you do a nct dream text reaction where the reader gets them flowers ?

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bf!dreamies when you get them flowers

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[mejaemin]

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bf!jaemin hcs ♡

wc: 2k warnings: fluff !!!, at one point reader is sick w smt unnamed and gets taken care of but that’s it !!! an: i’ve been lacking w nct recently but that doesn’t mean ANYONE is allowed to dethrone me as na jaemin’s princess. i am still his #1 fan his wife his gf lu triplet’s mama. dpwm. this is my man my cutie honey bunches of oats sweetiepie cutie patootie sexy boyfie ALWAYS

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bf!jaemin and the olive theory <3

whenever you guys are eating together, no matter what it is, he always passes you the things from his plate/portion that he knows you like

if it’s your dinner plates, he’ll let you give him the things you don’t like off of your plate, and he’ll give you whatever you like off of his

hell, if you don’t like the food you got at a restaurant and you can’t return it, he’ll trade plates with you as a whole

the sweetest thing about this is… almost all the foods he’s giving up for you are things he actually likes! he just pretends he doesn’t so that he can see your smile when you get to have them

you’re laying against the pillow, having another midnight chat with jaemin full of giggles and random conversations that last until the sun comes up. you’ve fallen into a moment of silence, wiping the tears of laughter and catching your breath before you speak up again.

“nana?” you call, facing him and twirling one of the strands of hair falling into his face. he hums, his head propped up on one arm as he looks back at you.

“this is really random, but i’m remembering that one time you sifted through an entire party sized candy bag and took all the flavors i didn’t like out before giving it to me. that made me really happy.”

he smiles, “i’m happy to hear that. i wouldn’t want any of it to go to waste by having those ones left over, so i just gave you a bag without them and kept whatever was picked out for me. only the best for you, hm?”

“you always pay really good attention, picking the things i don’t like out of my plate, or giving me the things i like off of yours. it makes me feel really loved, and seen.” the conversation shifted form nonsensical to very sweet, and you can see the love and happiness in his eyes as you express these emotions to him.

“truly, i’m really happy that i can make you feel that way. it’s my job to make you feel that way, and i’m doing it well.. but, can i tell you something?” he’s biting back a giggle, copying you and twirling a piece of your own hair. when you nod, he continues, “i actually like a lot of the same foods you do, but i give them up to you anyway because it makes me happy to see you enjoy them.”

your lovesick expression turns to shock, sitting straight up as you look at him incredulously. “so you’re missing out on eating your favorite foods? for me?”

he nods slowly, laughing at your reaction. “and i actually hate the same foods you do, but i eat them anyway because you said you feel bad wasting them.”

you’re immediately yelling at him, albeit out of love, complaining about how it’s insane that he’d torture himself like that all for you to be happy, but he just pulls you back down into the soft cushions, shushing you and reminding you that it’s worth it when his princess, his angel is happy.

bf!jaemin who always keeps tabs on your interests, never forgetting a single thing you’ve mentioned.

when you’re at the store together, he pays close attention to everything you look at a second longer than normal

before holidays or special occasions, he looks through your clothing tags and makeup packaging for certain brands that pop up more than once

when you mention a show or movie you like, he immediately saves it to his watchlist so he can inform himself for you

his ears are always open, ready for you to rant to him about something you like or give him updates on whatever’s going on in your world of special interests

you’re scrolling through jaemin’s phone, a little too obsessed with your own that while it’s recharging you go to look for something else to scroll on. he’s sitting next to you, an arm around your shoulder yet he’s paying attention to the tv in front of you both. you’ve gotten bored of the games he has downloaded, so you end up in his photos app to see what he’s got saved.

unsurprisingly, his camera roll is filled with photos of you, varying from ones which should be kept in his hidden folder, to candids, to ones that you’ve begged him to delete for being ‘too ugly’. there’s a few of his friends too, many of the lu triplets as well. however, after a while of scrolling you come across the photos he took on your last shopping date, and there’s a few random ones of random shelves at different stores?? clicking on them and zooming in, you look closer and they’re actually all stuff you remember looking at. some of them you can even see your finger in frame, pointing at one of the products.

it really touches your heart, and maybe something’s off in the balance of your body because happy tears prick your eyes as you turn around to look at jaemin, teary-eyed smile on as you point to one of the photos. “nana, why do you have all these?”

he smiles down at you, gliding a hand over your head. “there’s so much you want, i’ve gotta keep tabs, don’t i? i need to make sure i remember it all so i can get it for you in the future.”

you’re already further in his arms, swinging a leg over his lap to lay your head in his neck and keep your arms around him. in his neck, it’s muffled, but he hears you mumble a ‘that’s so sweet, i love you’ as the crook of his neck dampens. with a hand running up and down your back, he leaves a kiss to your head, reminding you that it’s what you deserve, nothing less.

bf!jaemin who is literally your biggest supporter, to the point where everyone dulls in comparison

his social media rarely ever includes himself, except the few times he can’t help but brag about his own features, usually involving photos of you or his babies.

people can expect to click his story and see candids of you, including a caption like ‘look at my baby go!!’ or something along the lines of that

he’s always at the front line, whether it be for a performance of some sort or simply just ordering something from a cashier, ready to give you his dashing smile and a ‘i’m so proud of you’

his friends will say “i passed all my exams!” and of course he’ll acknowledge that, but not without a “my girlfriend does that all the time like it’s nothing”

you’re loading the test site over and over again, sitting on the cafe toilet while you do so. it was an exam you’d been particularly stressed about, and jaemin offered to take you out as a distraction. you just couldn’t help it though, the time was just a minute shy of what it would be when the scores came out, and you were desperate to find out what you got. he’s been standing outside for what you know is quite a while, likely confused when you were on your way out of the store before suddenly needing to use the bathroom.

finally, nearly slipping off the toilet with anxious sweat, you refresh it one more time and the score is revealed, showing you.. passed! with an obnoxiously heavy sigh of relief, you finish up and run out of the store with a smile. he’s looking at you with an eyebrow raised. he starts speaking, likely asking about why you’re smiling after exiting the bathroom, but in your excitement you cut him off, jumping up and down in front of him.

“i passed! jaemin, i passed it!” you cheer, and he’s already set your cups down, pulling you into his arms, armed with a million kisses as he spins you around in celebration. it leaves you flustered, knowing you’re in public when he does that, but if anything everyone deserves to know that you’re doing such good things. in all honestly, you’re lucky he’s not already telling the people who pass by the two of you.

bf!jaemin who’s your own personal doctor <3

this sort of coincides with one of the other ones, but it’s true. he’s always checking if you’ve eaten, and if not he’s cooking or ordering food for you

you could have the slightest pain or ache, and he’s already ready with lotion to massage the trouble area

he already treats you like a princess, but when you’re sick or in pain you truly feel like one

he always knows just what you need! if you hit him up, telling him about some random feeling, he can diagnose you right away and take care of you just how you need

you’re way too tired to get up and greet him, but you hear jaemin come in the front door, grocery bags rustling in his hands while he toes his shoes off. you hear him greet his cats, eventually cluttering around the kitchen with whatever he bought. you’re falling in and out of sleep while he does so, waking up a few times to a noise that’s a little too loud, followed by one of his funny replacements for a curse word that he always uses when he’s around you.

eventually, he rubs your shoulder, kissing your cheek to wake you up. you whine, tearing up with fatigue, still pulling him into a hug gratefully. he doesn’t even flinch when you start coughing, spit spraying in his face, shaking off your apology with a laugh. helping you sit up, he helps you take your medicine, spoon feeding you the soup he spent so much time making for you.

he doesn’t force you to finish it all, putting it away when your stomach can’t handle any more. when he comes back, he gets dressed in something comfortable, holding you in his lap while massaging your back, taking the pain away with soft pushes of his fingers. you fall asleep and wake up in that same position, jaemin’s sweet smile looking down at you, suddenly appearing so much clearer now that you already feel so much better.

bf!jaemin being your photographer !!!

we all know his love for photography, and his skill at capturing his loved ones with his camera

you’re no exception! he’s got an entire photo album of you shelved at home, and an even bigger one in his phone

there’s only one person you can ever thank or credit for all the photos on your instagram, and it’s him of course <3

whenever you get all dolled up (pls let him style you, he’ll be so happy!), he’s got his phone out, directing you on how to pose so that he can get the perfect shot

you hear the shutter clicking, paired with the flash coming as you stand with your back turned to jaemin. his thumb is quick against his phone screen, taking a million photos at lightning speed. your face is hidden from the camera, smile bright as you giggle at his comments, hearing him mumble things like ‘wow, so sexy!’ and ‘so beautiful’.

“okay, can you..” he murmurs, gently using a hand to turn your head, revealing your side profile to the camera. you shiver, and he smiles, apologizing with a kiss to your shoulder.

he backs up once again, standing at different angles to get the best photos of you that he can. not a single one goes by without an over the top compliment, the mini photoshoot ending with a kiss, your back pressing against the cold metal of the bridge’s lighting. it’s post date night, and it was actually jaemin who stopped you, eyes shining impossibly bright when he asked to take photos of you against the second prettiest view he’d ever seen.

it’s safe to say that when he sent the photos to you, all of them being perfect enough for your instagram, all of your friends (and even his) were commenting, praising your beauty and your boyfriend’s skill. it’s safe to say that no matter what, you can trust jaemin in capturing your beauty perfectly.

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nct 🏷️ @chenlezip @coquettejunnie @prettymoles

[haeiheart]

na jaemin — operation: catnapped by @haeiheart

summary! You agree to pet-sit your friend winwin’s cat, easy job and it’s only for a few hours plus you’re getting paid— Except somewhere between the third floor and your unit, you accidentally kidnap a completely different cat. A few hours later, there’s a knock on your door, and standing there is… an honorary frat house member?

pairing! cat owner! jaemin x reader

genre! strangers to friends to lovers, neighbors (same apartment), college au!, comedic (hopefully), fluff, mutual pining, crush as first sight?

warning? mentions of juyeon from tbz, frat house behavior from the boys (frat), mentions of sex (in dreams), making out? kinda idk but yea, flustered defensive jaemin and very flirty reader hehe. states jaem has 3 cats but only mentioned one cz i got super lazy oopsie

note! this was actually an idea for an smau i had in mind but i decided to make it a story instead and have haechan be the next smau after mark is completed hehe but hopefully this was executed well, also um not proofread so hopefully there isnt too many mistakes. enjoy!!! >_<

word count! 7.8k (yippee not bad)

You were promised an easy day: pet-sit your neighbor’s cat, feed it snacks while winwin is gone, try not to let it die. you get paid. Simple.

He gave you clear instructions and details in advance “She’s a white cat. Usually just waits outside my door. Super chill. You literally just have to bring her in.” Now despite being his friend you never actually met the kitty but she shouldn’t be hard to spot right? So when you trek up to the fifth floor and see a fluffy white cat lounging between doors 412 (winwin’s) and 413, you don’t think twice. She blinks at you, yawns, and casually rolls onto her side like she owns the building. Seems pretty chill to you. Must be right.

“She’s cuter than I expected,” you mumble, crouching to scoop her up. She lets you with no resistance, no judgment, just a soft little meow that honestly sounds kind of smug. You carry her downstairs like a proud thief. You wish you could keep her because look at this cutie.

Back in your apartment, she immediately makes herself at home and leaps onto your bed, circles three times, and flops down like she’s royalty. You toss her a few treats (which she devours like she hasn’t eaten over a week), set out a water bowl, and even try to introduce her to one of your throw pillows, which she promptly rejects by batting it off the bed.

You spend the next hour scrolling your phone while she naps beside you, occasionally stretching like she pays rent. How cute. At one point, she headbutts your arm, and yeah, you kind of melt. Maybe this is your new emotional support animal. Maybe this is fate. Maybe this is the start of something wholesome and healing.

What you don’t know is that this isn’t Winwin’s cat.

This is Luna.

And Luna is not your problem.

Yet.

Jaemin doesn’t panic easily.

He lives with his three adorable cats, Luna, Lucy, and Luke, and over time, he’s learned to handle chaos like it’s a lifestyle. Fur on every piece of clothing? Expected. Broken mug? Classic Luke. Midnight zoomies that sound like a herd of toddlers on Red Bull? Routine. He should be awarded with the title of best cat dad, at least that’s what he thinks.

But today, something’s off.

He walks into his apartment, sets down his iced milk tea, and is immediately greeted by Luke’s judgmental stare from the kitchen counter and Lucy’s dramatic flop onto his shoes.

“Where’s your sister?” he mutters, already scanning the room. That’s weird usually she should be easy to spot…

Silence. No jingle of a collar, no dramatic meow, no Luna launching himself off a shelf or tables for no reason.

That’s weird.

“Luna?” he calls out, already checking under the couch. Nothing. Behind the curtains. Under the bed. Inside the laundry basket (which, to be fair, she has claimed as her personal mini studio apartment before). Still nothing.

Then it hits him.

He left the door cracked earlier when he ran downstairs to grab his drink delivery.

He checks the hallway.

Jaemin sighs. “No. No way. Winwin wouldn’t catnap her. He isn’t even in town.” Then it hits him, if he isn’t in town then who’s taking care of HIS cat?

By a gut feeling, as you would call it fatherly instinct, there’s no way this is happening. There’s no way someone actually looked at Luna and thought, “Yep. That’s the one I’m supposed to take care of.”

So he calls winwin.

It rings twice before Winwin answers, voice staticky but calm. “Hey, what’s up? Is something wrong?”

Jaemin blinks. “Yeah. Luna is gone.”

A pause. “Gone?” Winwin repeats.

“She’s not here,” Jaemin says, deadpan. “Luna. She was here this morning. I come back, she’s gone. Vanished. Poofed herself into thin air.” He says with a pout forming in his face.

“Jaemin. Luna is your cat.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you calling me?”

“Because I think if your cat sitter lives in this apartment she or he must’ve stole him.”

The silence that follows is so long, Jaemin checks the screen to make sure the call didn’t drop.

Then, Winwin laughs. Like really laughs. The kind of tired, amused laugh that says “this isn’t my problem, but I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

“Oh my god,” he wheezes. “She took Luna?”

“I think so.”

“Bro,” Winwin says, barely keeping it together, “she’s never met my cat. I told her she’d be waiting outside my door. Luna was probably lurking again.”

Jaemin closes his eyes. “So she just saw a random white cat in the hallway and picked him up.”

“Yep.”

“And took him.”

“Yep.”

Jaemin exhales through his nose, long and dramatic. “I’m knocking on her door.”

“Be nice,” Winwin says, still laughing.

“No promises.”

Click.

As he makes his way to your apartment unit as winwin has informed of your whereabouts. You were busy dressing Luna up in the most adorable outfits to imagine. Man you could get used to pet sitting.

But you take that back the moment u hear loud footsteps in your hall, followed by exaggerated door knocking on… your door? Taken aback, you place Luna down on your couch and hurriedly made your way to your door, opening it to see… Jaemin?

He scans you as you’re wearing an oversized hoodie, socks with cartoon ducks on them, and a slightly panicked look on your face like you were mid-heist.

Jaemin blinks.

His brain does a hard reset.

You are… very cute. Distressingly so. Not what he was expecting at all. For a second, he forgets why he’s even standing here.

You tilt your head. “Uh. Hi?”

Right. The cat. Focus. He thinks.

He clears his throat, straightens his back, and holds up the can of tuna like it’s evidence. “You have my cat.”

You blink. “I— what?”

“You took my cat,” he says again, trying to sound assertive, but his voice betrays him with just the slightest edge of disbelief. “Her name’s Luna. Not yours. Not winwin. Mine.”

You glance over your shoulder at Luna, currently curled up on your couch, still in her tiny yellow bumblebee costume. She looks content. A little too content.

You fold your arms, trying not to laugh. “Okay, first of all, I thought she was Winwin’s. Second of all… she looks adorable.”

And for a second, Jaemin forgets his mission all over again. Because yes, his cat has been kidnapped, humiliated, and renamed— but now he’s standing in front of the girl responsible, and for some godforsaken reason, he’s not as mad as he really should be.

“Well” he says, looking away with an exaggerated pout, “I guess I can forgive you. Even though you stole my child, changed her name, shoved her into a tiny insect outfit, and clearly tried to emotionally replace me.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re so dramatic.”

“She’s dramatic. We match,” he retorts, stepping inside like he owns the place. His eyes immediately land on Luna, who’s now lounging on your throw pillows like she’s at a one way vacation spa. Somehow she loafs perfectly into your cushions. Weird.

“Luna,” he calls, crouching and holding out his arms like a proud cat dad. “Let’s go, princess. Daddy’s here.”

Luna blinks at him slowly. Then turns away. Entirely.

You snort. “Wow. Rejected.” You bite back a laugh, watching the way Jaemin’s face twists in exaggerated betrayal.

Jaemin tries again, softer. “Baby, come on. Don’t make this weird. Let’s go home. I have snacks. Your favorite tuna—the one with the stupid little fish on the can.”

Luna stretches. Rolls over. Completely ignores him.

Jaemin looks personally wounded. “Are you serious right now?”

“She loves me now,” you say, smug. “We bonded.”

“You bribed her with a bee costume.”

“She purred for thirty minutes straight after I gave her a belly rub. I’m basically her soulmate.” Luna skips over and rubs her head against your leg, purring like she agrees.

Jaemin stares at Luna, betrayed. “I raised you better than this.”

You laugh as Luna curls around your leg like she’s claiming you in a custody battle.

Jaemin glares at his cat. “You’re dead to me.”

Luna meows innocently.

Jaemin looks back at you, arms crossed. “Okay, new deal. You stole her, you keep her but only for now. Which means I’m now legally required to supervise all visitation hours. I’ll be dropping by.” Maybe he said it with the intention of seeing you again. But who cares he can if he wants to.

You raise a brow. “That so?”

“Mhm,” he says, already sitting on the edge of your couch like he’s lived here for years. “This is what co-parenting looks like. Don’t fight it.”

And just like that, you’ve accidentally adopted a cat and invited a very dramatic boy into your life.

There’s a brief pause before both of you suddenly freeze, eyes widening slightly.

“…Wait,” you say.

“Winwin’s actual cat,” Jaemin finishes, blinking.

You both glance at Luna, still purring like a traitor at your feet.

You clear your throat. “We should probably… go get her.”

Jaemin nods. “Yeah. Before she starts thinking you abandoned her too.”

A week later, you haven’t seen Jaemin since that weekend. Winwin’s back now, which means no more cat sitting… or accidental naps with stolen cats.

You step into your favorite coffee shop, finally free for a few hours, and grab your drink at the counter. As you turn around, your eyes land on a familiar figure sitting alone by the window, Jaemin. He’s dressed slightly nicer than usual, button-up shirt, hair pushed back like he actually tried… but the expression on his face is pure discomfort. He’s stiff, eyes flicking to the door every few seconds, like he’s waiting for something or someone.

You hesitate, then approach casually, pretending to look around like you’re not analyzing him facially before. “Hey… Jaemin?”

He looks up quickly, a little startled. His face shifts from surprised to sheepish in two seconds flat. “Oh. Uh. Hey.”

You point at the seat across from him. “Can I?”

He shrugs, but his ears are red. “Sure. I mean—yeah.”

There’s an awkward beat of silence before he finally mutters, almost like he regrets it instantly, “I was supposed to be on a blind date.”

You blink. “Oh?”

“She’s not coming,” he adds quickly, like saying it faster makes it hurt less. “Or she forgot. Or maybe she saw me through the window and ran. Whatever. I’m not emotionally invested.”

You try not to smile even though you admit he looks cute all pouty. “You definitely sound not emotionally invested.”

Jaemin glares playfully, then sighs and leans back in his chair. “This is why I don’t do setups. My cats have better taste in people.”

You hold back a laugh. “Well, lucky for you, I’m here. I can sit awkwardly across from you and pretend this is still a successful date.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You offering to fake a date with me?”

You grin. “Only if you buy me slice of cake and others.”

He scoffs and smiles lightly which you almost miss but didn’t. “Knew you had an ulterior motive, you thief”

You grin, leaning on the table. “What can I say? You looked like you were one sad song away from having delusions out the window dramatically. I had to step in.”

Jaemin lets out a loud, offended gasp. “I do not look dramatic.”

“You dressed up for a blind date and got stood up,” you say, taking a sip of your drink. “It’s giving a tragic second lead in a romance drama.”

You tilt your head, eyes scanning him playfully. “Though honestly, I can see why someone would set you up. You clean up pretty well.” You knew your intentions and you knew the affect it would have on him.

Jaemin blinks, clearly not expecting that.

“You trying to soften me up now?” he asks, flustered but pretending to act cool.

You smirk. “Just saying… if I’d known you could look like that, I might’ve set myself up.”

He coughs into his drink, ears turning very visibly pink. “O-Okay. Wow. That’s—uh, bold.”

You grin, watching him squirm. “What? Too much for your heart to handle?”

He glares at you, flustered. “I’m not—! I mean, I can handle it. I just… wasn’t ready.”

You laugh. “Relax, Jaemin. I’m just being nice.”

“Sure you are,” he mutters, hiding behind his cup again. “This is payback for the cat thing, isn’t it?”

“You’ll never know,” you say with a wink.

The rest of the afternoon unfolds like an unplanned scene from a movie, comfortable, light, and quietly magnetic. You stay at that coffee shop far longer than either of you intended. What starts off as you teasing Jaemin just to see him flustered turns into a back and forth rhythm you both fall into naturally. You keep flirting, endless little jabs and compliments disguised as jokes, like it’s second nature. And maybe it is, but this time, there’s real meaning hidden underneath your playful tone.

You’re trying to tell him, just a little, that you think he’s cute. That you like the way he smiles even when he’s trying to hide it, and how his laugh catches in his throat when he’s caught off guard. But Jaemin, oblivious as he is, just assumes it’s your usual personality, like it’s something you hand out to everyone without thinking.

Still, he listens to every word you say. Laughs at all your dumb stories. And when you gently nudge his foot under the table or casually lean in too close when you show him a meme on your phone, he notices, but convinces himself you’re just naturally like this. That you don’t mean anything by it.

But you do. You really do. He is just slow and blank, just like his cats.

You and Jaemin start talking more after that day. What was once a chaotic meet cute over a cat turns into something softer, steadier. Weekly texts turn into daily ones. Inside jokes multiply. A meme here, a random “you won’t believe what just happened” there, until talking to him becomes part of your routine without you even realizing it.

Meet ups happen more often too. First under the excuse of “cat visitation rights,” then because he found a new café and thought of you, then because neither of you really bothers making excuses anymore. It’s easy with him. Effortless, even when he’s being overly dramatic or you’re teasing him into a blush.

Eventually, you start noticing the way other people notice you when you’re with him. Like the two girls whispering near the campus fountain or the way someone in your psych class did a double take when Jaemin showed up to walk you out. You almost forgot he’s kind of known around here. Thanks to his stupidly attractive face, his magnetic energy, and the fact that half his closest friends are in the loudest frat on campus.

You both start hearing the rumors, of course whispers floating around campus about how you and Jaemin are totally dating. People make comments, some subtle, some not. But honestly? Neither of you really care.

If anything, Jaemin seems to like it. He doesn’t say much about it directly, he finds himself smiling when someone calls you his “mystery girlfriend” in passing. He leans into it just a little too well, doesn’t correct anyone, and never seems bothered by the assumption. If anything, he’s happy that it gives him an excuse to be closer to you. To linger longer after your hangouts. To text first. To act a little too comfortable.

Because the truth is, even with his popularity and his easy charm, Jaemin never really explored much outside the world of his small circle— his friends, his cats, his usual routines. But then you showed up, loud and teasing and full of unexpected softness, and maybe the rumors make it easier for him to pretend. To be a little delusional. To imagine that maybe, just maybe, you like him back.

But right now you’re currently set at Jaemin’s kitchen island, textbooks spread open, highlighter uncapped and forgotten as you read the same sentence for the fifth time. Jaemin’s behind the counter, half-focused on the pot in front of him, cooking up something that smells suspiciously like instant noodles with way too much effort.

“You’re really putting your whole soul into that ramen,” you say without looking up.

Jaemin hums. “It’s called love, thank you.”

You glance over. “It’s called MSG.”

He points his chopsticks at you like he’s offended. “I’ll have you know, this is gourmet. I added an egg.”

You snort, turning a page. “An egg doesn’t make it gourmet, Gordon.”

He shrugs, plating the food like he’s on a cooking show. “Well, Gordon doesn’t have three cats who judge his every move. I work under pressure.”

You smile, eyes drifting to Luna lounging on the windowsill, tail flicking lazily. “I think she’s your harshest critic.”

“She is,” he says, setting a bowl in front of you. “But she also likes you more than me, so I try not to take it personally.”

You look up at him, brow raised. “Aw. Jealous of your own cat?”

He leans on the counter across from you, resting his chin in his hand. “Maybe. You do flirt with her more than you flirt with me.”

You smirk. “So you have noticed.”

His eyes widen just a bit before he looks away quickly, ears turning pink again. “No comment.”

Just as you’re about to tease Jaemin again, the front door swings open without so much as a knock.

“Yo,” comes Winwin’s voice as he steps in, nose already in the air like a bloodhound. “I smelled something fire and figured you weren’t the one cooking it.” Clasping his hands together as he rubs it acting like he’s ready to devour a whole table.

Jaemin groans dramatically. “Do you have to use your emergency key every time you get hungry?”

Winwin ignores him completely, eyes locking onto you instead. “Hey! Didn’t know you’d be here.”

You grin and hop off the stool to greet him. “Winwin!” you say, giving him a quick hug.

Winwin hugs you back easily, then nods toward the food. “You cook this?”

“Jaemin did,” you say with a smile, while Jaemin stands stiffly at the counter, chopsticks in hand and expression unreadable as his eyes slowly scan that hand. The hand that’s hugging your waist. Winwins hand.

Winwin’s eyebrows wiggle, noticing jaemin’s behavior. You watch him transforming his face to something you know he makes when he’s about to joke. “Might come over more often if it’s a free chef and a cute food buddy.” He lifts his hands up to pinch your cheeks which he does to actually bully you relentlessly considering you both always had a sibling dynamic. But jaemin doesn’t know that.

“Goodbye,” Jaemin deadpans, turning back toward the stove like he’s about to cook again just to distract himself.

You glance at him, then back at Winwin, amused. “I think he’s offended.”

“I think he’s sulking,” Winwin says, dropping onto the stool you just left like he owns the place. “Didn’t know you were this sensitive, Jaem.”

“I’m not sensitive,” Jaemin mutters under his breath, a little too sharply. “I’m just reevaluating who gets to walk in my apartment uninvited and steal my guests.”

You blink. “Wait… I’m the guest?”

Jaemin glances at you, then quickly looks away, muttering, “You were until someone else got a hug first.”

You laugh, eyes lighting up as you lean over the counter. “Aww, someone wants a hug. Well, come here then.”

Jaemin freezes mid-turn, eyes narrowing. “I don’t— I didn’t say that—”

But before he can escape, Winwin already standing, arms outstretched with a shit-eating grin. “Yeah, come here bro. Let it all out.”

“Don’t you dare” Jaemin backs away, but you’re already walking over with your arms open too.

“Group hug!” you announce cheerfully.

“No, no, no—stop—ugh!” Jaemin groans as both you and Winwin pull him in, squeezing him between you like he’s the stuffing in an overly affectionate sandwich.

He squirms dramatically, arms stuck awkwardly to his sides. “I hate this. I hate this.”

“You love it,” you say into his shoulder.

“You’re so warm,” Winwin adds mockingly.

“I’m removing both of you from my emergency contacts,” Jaemin mutters, but there’s a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, despite all the whining.

Eventually, the ridiculous group hug dissolves into laughter with Jaemin still dramatically complaining, Winwin pretending to wipe a tear from his eye, and you leaning against the counter, giggling like the chaos didn’t just start with you.

Winwin sticks around for a “quick bite,” which, unsurprisingly, turns into him stealing half of Jaemin’s pantry while requesting snacks you didn’t even know Jaemin even had. Somehow, that quick visit turns into all three of you lounging on Jaemin’s couch, half watching a movie playing in the background while Luna nestles herself between you and Jaemin like the princess she is.

Thirty minutes into the movie, Winwin sighs loudly and flops sideways onto the cushions. “Okay, I’m bored.”

“You picked the movie,” Jaemin points out, raising a brow.

“Yeah, well, I was hoping something would explode by now,” Winwin says. “This is just people talking about their feelings.”

You laugh. “It’s a rom-com win.”

“Exactly,” Winwin says, sitting up suddenly. “We need something more fun. Let’s play a game or something.”

Jaemin side-eyes him. “What are we, twelve?”

“You’re the one still wearing cat socks,” Winwin replies, already reaching for the TV remote.

You and Jaemin both freeze.

“…You told him about my socks?” Jaemin mutters to you.

You shrug with a guilty smile. “I might’ve mentioned it. Once. Or twice.”

Winwin smirks. “Now shut up and play. I’ve got ideas.”

Jaemin raises an eyebrow. “Let me guess—Truth or Dare?”

Winwin grins. “Bingo.”

Jaemin sighs, but doesn’t protest. Which is basically consent.

You shrug, already intrigued. “Fine. But if anyone makes me eat something cursed, I’m leaving.”

“No promises,” Winwin says, rubbing his hands together like a villain. “Alright, I’ll start. Y/N. Truth or dare?”

You roll your eyes. “Truth.”

Winwin doesn’t hesitate. “Do you think Jaemin is cute?”

Jaemin nearly chokes on his drink, turning to you with wide eyes.

You smirk, unfazed. “Obviously.”

Did you really just call him cute that casually? Like it was no big deal? Like it wasn’t currently short circuiting every brain cell in his head? He swears he can feel his ears heating up, and now he’s gripping his cup like it personally betrayed him.

Winwin cackles while Jaemin tries to act cool, suddenly very busy petting Luna like his life depends on it. “Y-You say that like it’s no big deal.”

You stretch out on the couch. “It’s not. You’re cute. Everyone knows that.”

Jaemin mutters something under his breath, probably a prayer.

Winwin’s already delighted. “Okay Jaemin, your turn.”

Jaemin glances at you, then sighs. “Y/N. Truth or dare?”

You pretend to think, then grin. “Dare.”

His eyes narrow slightly, a spark of mischief returning. “I dare you… to tell me your most recent dream.”

You raise a brow. “What kind of dream?”

He shrugs casually. “Any kind. Unless you’re scared.”

You lean back against the couch, letting your lips curl into a lazy, mischievous smile. “Alright. You asked for it.”

Jaemin lifts an eyebrow, instantly wary. Winwin sits up straighter, sensing drama.

You stretch your arms with a nonchalant hum. “I had a dream about you, actually.”

Jaemin blinks. Winwin visibly perks up.

“In the dream, we were… in your kitchen,” you continue slowly, eyes flicking over to Jaemin, watching the way he starts to stiffen. “Except you weren’t wearing a shirt. And for some reason, I was sitting on the counter.”

Jaemin makes a noise in his throat that could only be described as panicked curiosity.

You grin. “You said something dumb like, ‘wanna try my special sauce,’ and then—well, I’ll spare the details.”

Winwin’s losing it. “NO, DON’T SPARE THE DETAILS—”

You ignore him entirely, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Okay, so then, in the dream… you came closer. Still shirtless, obviously. You leaned in and said something stupid like ‘bet I taste better than the ramen.’”

Jaemin chokes. Again.

Winwin is wheezing on the couch, halfway to tears.

“And then,” you say, voice dropping just enough to be dangerous, “you kissed me. Right there in front of the stove. It was very Intense. Steamy. Heavy breathing. Your hand may or may not have ended up on my thigh.”

Jaemin is frozen. Fully red. His soul has left his body.

“I’m… I’m gonna pass out,” he mutters, hand over his mouth.

You shrug innocently. “Hey, you dared me.”

Winwin could not hold in his laughter any more, not that he was even trying in the first place. “knowing you this was probably made up to tease him”

You giggle yourself. “i guess we will never know then”

Jaemin’s still staring at nothing. Processing. Possibly glitching.

And you? You just smile sweetly, sipping your drink like you didn’t just blow his mind wide open.

Jaemin sits there, stunned, his brain short circuiting in twelve different directions. You, one of his closest friends, the girl who teases him relentlessly and steals his cat’s affection on a daily basis, just casually admitted to having a sex dream about him. Like it was no big deal. Like you weren’t currently flipping his entire perception of reality upside down.

But… was it real? Or were you just messing with him again, like always? Your tone was playful, sure, but the way you looked at him when you said thigh… was that acting?

His mind races: were you flirting or just being you? Was this a bit or a confession? And why, in the name of Luna’s fluffy tail, was he kind of dying either way? Because no matter how close someone may be to another, somebody who is just a friend wouldn’t act like this.

Jaemin spent the next couple of days thinking about you more than he usually does. And that’s saying something, because even on a normal day, you took up an annoyingly large portion of his brain. But now? After that dream confession? It was like you had crawled into his subconscious and set up permanent residence. He couldn’t eat ramen without hearing your voice. Couldn’t walk into his kitchen without picturing you on the counter. Couldn’t even pet Luna without wondering if you actually preferred him over the cat.

So eventually, he cracks.

“Okay, I need to tell you something,” he says, sliding into the seat across from Jeno at their usual café table.

Jeno blinks, mid-sip of his iced Americano. “Okay? What’s up?”

“I need to tell you something,” Jaemin says, already bracing himself but Jaemin stays oddly quiet trying to build up the courage to even speak on it.

Jeno eyes him, then sips his drink. “Is this about Y/N?”

Jaemin stares. “How did you—”

“Because you’re being weird,” Jeno says, calm as ever. “You only get this dramatic when it’s about her.”

Jaemin sinks lower in his seat. “She said she had a dream about me.”

“Okay…?”

“A dream dream.”

Jeno’s eyes narrow. “As in—”

“There was kitchen counter. Shirtless me. Thighs may have been involved.”

Jeno snorts into his drink. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Jaemin leans back with a heavy sigh. “I don’t even know if she was serious. It was during a dumb truth or dare game. She said it so casually, like it was a joke. But it’s messing with my head.”

Jeno gives him a look. “You like her.”

Jaemin doesn’t answer.

“You really like her,” Jeno adds, smirking now.

Jaemin mutters something under his breath, fiddling with the straw in his drink. “I’m so screwed.”

Jeno leans back, arms crossed, eyeing him like he’s waiting for Jaemin to catch up to something obvious. “Okay, but what’s actually stopping you?”

Jaemin frowns. “From what?”

“From getting her,” Jeno says bluntly. “You like her. She clearly likes you. You hang out all the time. She literally told you she dreamed about you shirtless. What’s the holdup?”

Jaemin lets out a breath, leaning forward. “I don’t know, man. What if she’s just playing around? What if that’s just how she flirts with everyone? What if I try something and it ruins what we have?”

Jeno raises an eyebrow. “And what if you don’t try and someone else gets her while you’re busy being scared?”

Jaemin pauses.

Jeno smirks. “Exactly.”

He takes another sip of his drink before adding casually, “You should invite her to the frat pool party this weekend.”

Jaemin blinks. “You know I’m not even in the frat.”

“Yeah, but you’re frat-adjacent,” Jeno says with a grin. “It still counts. Plus, everyone’s gonna be there. Chill vibes, music, food. Could be a good move.”

Jaemin taps his fingers against the cup, thinking.

Jeno shrugs. “Just sayin’. Would be a shame if someone else hit on her while you were hiding behind your cats.”

Jaemin groans. “Why are you like this?”

“Because I’m right,” Jeno says smugly. “Text her.”

Jaemin bites his lip, hesitating for just a second before grabbing his phone. “Okay… okay, I’ll do it.”

Jeno raises both brows. “Right now?”

Jaemin nods, already typing. “Might as well rip the Band-Aid off.”

He hovers for a split second, then hits send. The second the message is out, he visibly tenses, shoulders rising, eyes wide, phone clutched like it just self-destructed in his hands.

“Oh no,” he mutters. “What did I just do? Why did I do that? I’m sweating. Am I sweating?”

Jeno bursts out laughing. “You haven’t even gotten a reply yet.”

“That’s the worst part!” Jaemin hisses, already dramatically slumping over the table. “What if she thinks it’s lame? What if she doesn’t even like pools? What if she leaves me on read and then ghosts me forever and Luna hates me out of secondhand embarrassment—”

“Bro,” Jeno cuts in, grinning as he reaches over and pats Jaemin’s head like he’s a panicking child. “You’re so down bad it’s actually adorable.”

Jaemin groans into his sleeves. “I need emotional support cats immediately.”

You got the memo about the party, and you agreed because why not? It sounded fun, and if you were being honest, the text from Jaemin asking if you’d come had your heart doing something stupid in your chest. So you said yes.

You even found the cutest two-piece to wear, pairing it with a breezy skirt and a cropped tube top to throw over it. Casual, but cute. The kind of outfit that said, “I just showed up,” even though you definitely spent too long picking it out.

Now all you gotta do is wait for jaemin as he said he would pick you up.

Jaemin pulls up in front of your apartment right on time, windows down, music low, one hand lazily draped over the steering wheel like he wasn’t lowkey nervous the entire drive over.

You hop into the passenger seat, adjusting your skirt as you settle in, and he glances over only to freeze for half a second. His eyes drag down, then snap back up way too quickly, and you don’t miss the way his ears turn a little pink.

“You, uh…” he clears his throat, gripping the steering wheel with both hands now. “You look pretty.”

You smile, pretending not to notice the way he avoids eye contact for a solid five seconds.

“Thanks,” you say, leaning back in your seat. “You clean up alright yourself, Mr. Not-a-frat-boy.”

That gets a soft laugh out of him, and the tension eases just a bit. But the blush? That stays.

Soon comes your arrival to the party.

Jaemin pulls into the driveway, the thump of bass growing louder as you approach the familiar chaos of the frat house. People are already spilling out onto the lawn, some with solo cups in hand, others half-soaked from the pool in the backyard. It’s loud, messy, and alive with energy but when Jaemin glances over at you, he looks like he’s only focused on one thing.

“You ready?” he asks, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You nod, opening the door and stepping out with a bit more confidence than you actually feel. But it helps, walking beside him.

The second you step through the gate to the backyard, the air shifts. Music blasts from speakers near the pool, drinks flow freely, and laughter echoes from every corner. A few people wave at Jaemin, some call his name, and you realize once again how known he is here. Not a frat boy, but somehow still the center of it all.

And now, you’re right beside him.

You barely make it ten steps into the backyard before a familiar group huddled near the drinks table notices Jaemin.

“Yo, finally!” Jeno calls out, waving him over with a plastic cup in hand. “We thought you bailed.”

Jaemin rolls his eyes, guiding you through the crowd. “I’m literally on time.”

A few heads turn as you both approach. Renjun, Haechan, and Mark all lounging around like they own the place. Jeno’s the first to raise a brow as his eyes flick between you and Jaemin, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

“Wait,” Haechan says, straightening up. “Is this Y/N?”

Jaemin rubs the back of his neck, already bracing himself. “Yeah.”

“This is the cat thief?” Renjun grins, then eyes you up and down. “Damn. Pretty cat thief.”

You blink in surprise, lips twitching upward. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Oh, it is,” Jeno jumps in smoothly, nodding. “Jaemin’s been suspiciously protective over his cats ever since, but like… if you were the one stealing them? I get it.”

“Can’t even blame Luna for choosing her,” Mark adds, sipping his drink. “She’s got taste.”

Jaemin looks like he’s about to explode. His ears are already red, and the second you turn to glance at him, his expression is half panic, half please stop talking right now.

“She’s standing right here, guys,” Jaemin mutters, clearly flustered.

“That’s the point,” Haechan says, grinning wide. “Let her know how down bad you are.”

You cross your arms, amused. “Down bad, huh?”

Jaemin glares at his friends, then looks at you with his face burning, voice barely steady. “Ignore them. They’re insufferable.”

“You’re not denying it though,” you tease, raising a brow.

He opens his mouth, closes it, then groans and mutters, “I hate everyone here.”

You just laugh, heart fluttering, and Jaemin silently prays the ground opens up and swallows him whole.

After the wave of teasing finally dies down, the group breaks off to mingle. The music’s picked up, the grill’s going, and someone’s already cannonballed into the pool. It’s the kind of party that has a rhythm of its own, easy to fall into.

Jaemin gets swept into a conversation with some upperclassmen you don’t recognize, laughing and catching up like he hasn’t seen them in years. You give him a quick smile before peeling off toward the snack table, figuring you’ll let him do his thing for a bit.

That’s when someone taps your shoulder.

“Hey,” a voice says, smooth and casual. You turn to see a tall guy with soft brown eyes and a ridiculously charming smile. “Sorry, just realized I’ve seen you around a couple times but never got your name.”

“Oh,” you say, caught a little off guard but not in a bad way. “It’s Y/N.”

“I’m Juyeon,” he says, offering a hand. “Cool to finally meet the girl who made Jaemin show up to a party early.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Is that what I’m known for now?”

He grins. “Among other things.”

You laugh, easing into the conversation. Juyeon’s easy to talk to, friendly, flirty in a light, non-serious way, but nothing that makes you uncomfortable. He’s just… genuinely nice. And kind of funny. You chat about random classes, music tastes, and somehow end up debating over who has the best fries in town.

And from across the yard, Jaemin glances your way mid conversation, mid laugh and goes completely silent when he spots you talking to Juyeon. His smile falters, just a bit.

You and Juyeon somehow end up posted near the snack table for way longer than expected. It starts with light chatter, but before you know it, you’ve both slipped into full gossip mode like you’ve been best friends for years.

You’ve learned two very important things about him so far:

He has a grudge against any professor who gives pop quizzes on a Monday.

He once had a big, fat, tragic crush on a girl he just realized is your friend, someone you dormed with in your first year of college.

“You’re lying,” you laugh, nearly choking on a chip. “That’s who you meant?”

He groans, dragging a hand down his face. “I didn’t know she was your friend, okay? Now this is awkward. I’m going to have to pretend I didn’t memorize her entire class schedule sophomore year.”

“Wow. That’s so stalker coded of you.”

“It was one semester! I was delusional and only eighteen!”

You both burst into laughter again, shoulders bumping. From across the yard, Jaemin glances over just in time to see you wiping a tear from your eye, laughing at whatever Juyeon just said, looking far too cozy for his liking.

Mid convo or somewhere between Juyeon ranking the best campus bathrooms and you defending your controversial fry opinion, he suddenly glances past you and tilts his head.

“Not to ruin the fun,” he starts, eyes flicking toward the backyard crowd, “but your boy’s been staring over here for a solid five minutes.”

You blink. “Huh?”

“Jaemin,” he nods subtly. “Been looking like he wants to join but doesn’t know if he should. Or like he wants to throw a grape at my head.”

You follow his gaze and, sure enough, Jaemin’s standing a few feet away, pretending to listen to someone talk, but clearly distracted, gaze flicking between you and Juyeon like he’s calculating the distance for a casual interruption.

“Oh.” You try to play it cool, sipping your drink.

Juyeon grins, eyes narrowing teasingly. “Sooo… what’s going on there?”

You shrug, a little too fast. “Nothing.”

“Mm. That’s not what it looks like.” He leans in, voice playful. “You into him?”

You pause, a knowing smile creeping up your face. “And if I said maybe?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Then I’ll keep my bestie status and not get in the way. But damn. No wonder he looked like he was gonna throw hands when I offered you the last cookie.”

You snort. “He did not.”

“He definitely did.”

After you and Juyeon part ways with numbers exchanged because hello, who wouldn’t want a gossip loser nerd buddy like him, you make your way toward the edge of the yard, debating about finding a drink refill.

That’s when Jaemin appears, seemingly out of nowhere, a little flushed and noticeably tipsy. Not in a sloppy way, just enough that his eyes are softer than usual, his pout exaggerated, and his footsteps a bit too dramatic for someone who’s only walking ten feet.

He stops right in front of you and just stares.

“You were gone forever,” he mumbles, brows furrowed like you personally betrayed him.

“I was at the snack table,” you say slowly, raising an eyebrow. “You saw me.”

“Yeah. With him.” He squints, swaying slightly. “Who was that? He smiled too much.”

You blink, trying not to laugh. “You’re sulking.”

“I’m not sulking,” he sulks, arms crossing like a toddler who didn’t get picked for a game.

“You totally are.”

Jaemin sighs, head dropping back dramatically before tilting to look at you again. “Okay, fine. I’m jealous. Visibly, apparently.”

You try to hold it in, but laughter bubbles out of you anyway. “Wow, big moment. Admitting it out loud.”

He rolls his eyes, but you catch the way his shoulders loosen just a little.

You reach out, nudging his arm. “You know I wasn’t actually entertaining anyone else, right? I mean he’s cool. But he’s not you.”

That gets his attention.

His brows lift slightly, the pout dropping as he stares at you with wide eyes. “Wait. You’re serious?”

You just grin, turning to walk backwards toward the house. “C’mon, you’re tipsy and dramatic. Let’s go somewhere quieter before you start confessing more things in public.”

Jaemin blinks, stunned for a beat before jogging to catch up, a dumb smile already forming on his face. “Hold on wait, are you serious serious?”

You shrug, laughing. “Guess you’ll have to keep following me to find out.”

You and Jaemin slip away from the buzz of the backyard and into the quieter halls of the frat house. The noise fades into a dull hum behind you, replaced by the soft creaks of the old floorboards and distant laughter echoing through the walls.

“This one’s always empty,” Jaemin says, pushing open a door like he’s done it a hundred times. “Guest room. I’ve crashed here more times than I can count.”

You step inside, taking in the slightly mismatched furniture, the faint smell of detergent and cologne lingering in the air. It’s cozy in a weird, half lived in way.

Jaemin flops onto the edge of the bed with a quieter sigh this time, elbows resting on his knees, eyes flicking up to meet yours.

“You know,” he starts, voice lower, a bit rougher than before, “when I saw you with him earlier… it wasn’t just jealousy. I think I was scared I missed my shot.”

You pause, hand still on the doorknob, caught off guard by the shift in his tone.

Turning slowly, you walk over and sit beside him, your thigh brushing his. “Jaemin.”

“I know I joke a lot,” he says, not looking at you just yet. “But I wasn’t joking when I said I wanted your attention.”

You glance over at him, expression softening. “And here I thought I was being obvious.”

He finally looks at you and there’s this unspoken mix of surprise and relief behind his eyes.

“You were?” he says, like he genuinely hadn’t let himself believe it.

You bump his knee with yours, offering a subtle smile. “I don’t flirt with just anyone, you know.”

His lips twitch, eyes dropping to your hand resting near his. “Guess I’m gonna have to take you more seriously now.”

You lean in slightly, voice still light but layered with something more intentional. “I’d prefer it.”

You shift a little closer, resting your chin on your hand as you glance sideways at him, tone light but with that same softness lingering beneath.

“You know,” you start, “I always thought you were just the pretty guy who hangs around the frat that parties every week.”

Jaemin raises an eyebrow. “Wow. Off to a great start.”

You grin. “Let me finish.”

He quiets, watching you now with a curious look.

“I always thought you’d be one of those effortlessly cool people,” you continue, voice calm, “y’know, the kind that everyone likes but never really knows. Like you’d be all charm and no depth.”

Jaemin hums. “Okay, still kinda sounds like an insult.”

You nudge his knee. “But then you started showing up. And you were… weird. In a good way. Soft. You care about your cats like they’re your kids, you pout when someone finishes the last snack, and you give really stupid but oddly specific advice.”

He snorts under his breath, but you can see the way he’s trying not to smile.

“And honestly?” you say, more gently now, “I like that version of you way more than whatever image I had before.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment and just watches you, like he’s trying to memorize everything about the way you’re looking at him right now.

“…You really think about me that much?” he says finally, voice quiet.

You nod, scooting a little closer, your hand lifting to gently cradle his cheek. “Yeah. More than you probably realize.”

Your thumb brushes along his cheekbone as his eyes flicker to your lips, and just when you’re both leaning in, barely a breath apart, he suddenly hesitates, pulling back an inch.

“Wait okay uh,” he starts, blinking fast. “Just so you know, I haven’t really kissed anyone in a while. Not that I’m bad at it! I mean, probably not— I just haven’t done it recently and I don’t want it to be weird or, like, awkward—”

You giggle, already leaning forward again. “Jaemin.”

He swallows. “Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

And then you kiss him. And he melts like you’d been waiting your whole life just to do that.

The kiss starts soft and warm, like both of you are still processing the fact that it’s finally happening. His lips move slowly against yours, testing, savoring, and when your fingers slip into his hair, he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for weeks.

But then he kisses you again but deeper this time and your hand slides to the back of his neck, pulling him closer until there’s no space left. His hands find your waist, gripping gently like he’s still afraid you’ll disappear, and before you even realize it, you’re moving, shifting until you’re straddling his lap.

He stiffens beneath you for half a second, eyes wide as you lean back in with a grin, and then he’s kissing you like he forgot anyone else existed. It’s all slow-burning heat now, messy, breathless, your fingers fisted in his hair while his hands squeeze at your hips like he’s making up for lost time.

And just as things start to blur at the edges—

“YO JAEMIN— OH MY GOD—”

The door flies open and you both jolt back like teenagers caught in a bad romcom. Standing at the door is Chenle, holding a Red Bull and a bag of chips, staring with full disbelief.

You burst into laughter, dropping your forehead to Jaemin’s shoulder as he groans dramatically.

“Chenle, why.” Jaemin nearly whines, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. “Why would you do this to me?”

“Bro, lock the door! I didn’t sign up for trauma tonight!”

You’re shaking with laughter now, arms around Jaemin while he glares over your shoulder, still hiding in the crook of your neck.

Chenle backs out slowly, still talking. “No, yeah, enjoy your moment, cat thief lovers. I’ll just be repressing this until graduation.”

The door shuts.

Jaemin groans again. “I’m moving out of this country.”

You just giggle, tilting his face back toward yours. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Not dramatic enough,” he mutters. “I was just about to make out with my favorite person and the frat loser shows up.”

You grin. “Well, lucky for you, I’m not going anywhere.”

[taexoxosgf]

NA JAEMIN FIC REC LIST

s, smut | f, fluff | a, angst

This list is a compilation of some of my fave jaemin ff <3

after you [ fuckboy!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f,a

cat & mouse [ na jaemin x jaehyun's sister!reader ] s,f

cherry girl! [ twitch streamer!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f

talk to my skin [ friends with benefits au ] s

unforgettable [ bassist!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,a

by the window [ voyeurism, neighbor au ] s

strawberry cough , (pt.2) sour tangie [ plug!jaemin x fem!reader] s,f,a

on the rebound [ shooting guard!jaemin x fem!reader, college au] s,f,a

subtle [ established relationship, summer vacation au ] s,f

besties (gone sexual) [ best friends to lovers ] s,f,a

upon your invitation [friend!jaemin x fem!reader, ft. nct dream, vacation au ] s,f

rock me [ fuckboy!jaemin x hairstylist!reader ] s,f,a

backseat chronicles [ streetracer!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f,a

persimmon problems [ fratboy!jaemin x fem!reader ] f,a

veni, vidi, vici [ popular!jaemin x mark's sister!reader ] s,f

blur. [ exboyfriend's bestfriend!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

two nights, one you [fuckboy!jaemin, one night stand au] s,f

the walls are thin [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader x roommate!jeno ] s

hush. [jaemin,haechan, jeno x fem!reader ] s

that '90's show [actor!jaemin x pa fem!reader ] s,f,a

pretty girl. [ alpha!jaemin x fem!reader ] s,f

thin walls. [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

cookie jar [ stepbrother!jaemin x fem!reader x stepbrother!jeno ] s

one of a kind [strangers to lovers au ] s,f,a

go there with you [ roommate!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

34+35 [ established relationship ] s

parents are home [ secret freak!jaemin ? ] s

memories bring back you [ ex!jaemin x fem!reader ] s

into you [ friends to lovers au ] s,f

what she doesn't know [ mom's boyfriend!jaemin x fem!reader] s

worth it. [ first sleepover au ] s,f

quiet down [ established relationship, semi-exhibitionism ] s

[written-letters-from-izzy]

OMG CHIP 😭😭😭 THE SWEETEST KIND OF BBF TO LOVERS EVER 💞 THE WAY THAT JAEMIN WAS ALREADY WHIPPED FOR THE READER AND BEING ALL NERVOUS AND CUTE AND CALLING HER 'LOVE' AHHHHHHHHH-

Nothing else matters

Genre: best-friends-to-lovers, a little bit of angst but with a happy ending, fluff

Word count: 1.3k

Pairing: bff!Jaemin x fem!reader

Warnings: reader is very whipped for Jaemin, Jaemin is a bit shy but he loves her, reader makes the first step, one kith scene and a peck, they are both high school students (legal age though), time skip, usage of pet names (love, princess), reader overthinks a lot, possible grammar mistakes

tags: @honeyhuii, @shakalakaboomboo, @yugiai, @sungbeam, @theficblog, @nightfalls-teddy, @bluisheye93, @junwonology, @lunarxsun, @lovelyjaem, @daegall

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Your ear was pressed on the wooden door, blessed by the piano sounds that were coming out from the inside. "River flows in you" was playing, and you didn't even need to think too much about the person behind the curtain, cause you already knew who the skilled fingers belonged to. Na Jaemin has been your crush since freshman year, and your best friend since God knows when. And even though everyone told you that you will get bored of this one-sided love at one point, you proved them wrong. Now that prom was approaching, you knew that you had to let this go, because all of you would go separate ways after graduation, but with his soft smile, one that held all the love in the world, and his shiny eyes, you couldn't blame your feelings. You were getting ready to get inside the magic room, but someone was quicker than you. The door opened wide and a scared Jaemin was standing in front of you, his arms immediately wrapping around you while he started to check on you.

"Did I hit you? I'm so sorry, Y/N!" his worried voice resonated in the empty hall, making your heart multiply its beats again.

"I'm fine, Nana. I was just leaving."

"Wait! I mean… Can you wait for a bit? I need to ask you something…"

"I'm all ears, Na," you offered him a warm smile, encouraging him to keep going with what he needed to say.

"I… would you like to be my partner? For, you know, the prom?"

You felt like you were the main character of a dream right now. No one had invited you yet, and the fact that you were asked by your crush did some things to you, though you didn't want to give yourself any false hope. You were best friends, and maybe you were his last hope since he was too shy to ask someone else. But, nonetheless, how could you say no?

"Actually… Yes, I would love to." your lips stretched into a beautiful crescent of happiness, and his arms tightened around you.

"Thank you. See you there, love." he gave you an innocent smile, and left, like nothing happened; even though your mind was spinning with the way his lips stretched to call you love.

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Two weeks passed, and you were now retouching the last details regarding your appearance, knowing that Jaemin could arrive anytime. Your silver earrings gave your figure a beautiful glow, while your pastel blue dress hugged your body perfectly. Your curls were decorating your back like some sort of ornaments, and right then, you really felt lucky. Lucky for having Jaemin as your partner, lucky for today’s experience, one you would never replace, for anything else.

“Y/N, your prince is here! It’s time for pictures!” your mom shouted from downstairs, and you couldn’t help but playfully roll your eyes at the way she was still teasing you.

That was the time you woke up from your fantasies, the realisation hitting you like a truck. You started to feel nervous, and your thoughts decided that it was about time to make you suffer, again: “What if I’ll make him regret choosing me as his partner? Or what if I don’t touch his expectations?” You wanted to return to your room, feeling too scared to keep going and face him. But when you heard his calming voice once again, you knew that Jaemin wouldn’t ever say anything bad about you. After all, you were still his childhood best friend.

“You are absolutely gorgeous, love.” he smiled, his joyful expression being accompanied by the growing universe in his eyes.

You really were lucky.

“You are way beyond handsome too, Jaems,” you smiled and went next to him, hugging him tight. Even if it meant to expose your feelings, to make it too obvious, you wanted to have a special moment for yourself, and you thought that this was the perfect occasion.

Your mom took the camera and smiled at the two of you, while Jaemin held your hand and got ready for the pictures. You must have looked like a cute couple, and though you knew your boundaries, you couldn’t help yourself, but think about how it would have been if you really were one.

“Let’s go and have fun, Y/N!” he said and took your hand in his, running excitedly to the car.

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The prom was the epitome of fun so far, full of bodies swaying to the sweet rhythm of adolescence and freedom. You really wanted to take a break, but one of your favorite songs played in the background and you couldn’t resist the urge to dance on it. “Nothing else matters” was a song you and Jaemin grew up with, so when you heard it, memories started to flood inside both of your minds.

“May I have this dance, princess?”

You already knew that trying to hide the crimson blush that furrowed your face was in vain, so you just nodded, without being able to form any words.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, while his arms found their way around your waist. The two of you moved slowly to the rhythm, eyes locking together, sharing unspoken feelings. His lips looked like the prettiest thing right then, and they reminded you of a cozy morning with the sunrise knocking at your window, or a night full of stars and a shiny moon covering the world like a warm blanket. That’s how much you loved your best friend. And when he got closer to your face, his warm breath tickling your neck, you gave it all up and pressed your lips on his, forgetting about everything around you. He didn’t move back like you expected him to do, but instead, he placed his hand on your cheek and smiled on your lips. Now, the kiss became a dance of its kind, creating another sort of bond between the two of you.

You felt like drowning in the bliss of the moment, something that you’ve always dreamt of. But you didn’t know if what happened between you was right, you didn’t want it to be awkward after, maybe he just got a bit caught up and accepted it. After the song ended, you went outside, letting yourself be guided to some stairs, where a beautifully decorated balcony was waiting for you. You breathed the fresh air in, thinking about what happened downstairs. You loved it, but you were becoming anxious, what if Jaemin didn’t feel the same? You didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable, this wasn’t what you meant when you said you wanted to make this special for you. Buried deep in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the small footsteps, nor see the familiar silhouette of the boy you loved sitting next to you, his hand finding yours and squeezing it softly.

“What happened there…” he started with a serious tone, and you felt like the sweet memory of earlier crashed into small pieces, disappearing into Neverland.

“Jaemin, I’m sorry, i got lost in the moment and—“

You couldn’t finish what you wanted to say, because the deep voice you’ve always adored interrupted you from worrying.

“It felt right. Everything about it felt right, love. I wish we could be like this forever.”

You almost teared up, hugging him tight, the love tie growing stronger between the two of you.

“When I’m with you, nothing else matters. Thank you for making my prom special, and cheers to our future memories together. As lovers. I mean, if you want to—”

You were the one interrupting him this time, pressing your finger on his lips and smiling softly.

“As lovers,” you repeated, and pecked his lips again.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“And I love you, Na Jaemin.”

In the end, everything worked out perfectly and it was just like you imagined it, if not even more than you asked for. And by the way, you were the prom king and queen too.

[domjaehyun]

i ❤️ hot nerds (l.dh, n.jm)

PAIRING. pervert!nerd!haechan, pervert!nerd!jaemin x popular!fem!reader  GENRE. smut, slight fluff CONTENTS. explicit smut (kissing, fingering, oral (receiving), titfucking, breast play, lots of drool and spit, overstimulation, snowballing, dirty talk, rimming, anal play, missionary, riding, mating press, breeding/creampies) WORD COUNT. 8.7k SUMMARY. when your professor pairs you with the two smartest students in your class for a group project, you find yourself making an interesting deal with them. or, alternatively: the one where you have to help two nerds learn to get girls so you can pass your class. PLAYLIST. n/a NOTES. remember when i said i was up to something with these two? this is it! teehee :3 i hope you enjoy!!

“Professor Kwon, I really need to pass this class,” you say with a worried frown, and she nods in understanding, reaching over to pat your hand gently.

“I’ll see if I can scrape up any extra credit assignments for you to do, but in the meantime, you can try and do your best on the group project coming up. It’s worth thirty percent of your grade, and if you want, I can pair you up with some of the stronger students in the class to help ensure you get a good grade.” she offers helpfully, and your face lights up with a relieved smile as you nod.

“I would love that,” you gush gratefully. “Thank you so much, Professor Kwon! I really appreciate all your help.” You can tell from her kind expression that she knows your words are sincere, and it warms your heart that she’s been so helpful and generous.

“No worries, dear. I’ll email you tonight with some extra credit assignments for you, okay?” she says, and you nod in agreement as you pack up your bags to leave her office hours.

“I’ll be waiting! Thank you again, and have a great rest of your day!” You chirp, slinging your bag over your shoulder before exiting her office.

As you head down the hall, you think about who, in your thirty-person class, she could possibly pair you up with that could help your grade.

“Okay, class, I’m going to pair you up with your partners for the group project. Just a reminder—it is worth thirty percent of your grade, so please take this seriously. I would hate to have to fail any of you.” Professor Kwon says as she looks out at the classroom. 

Indistinct mutterings go around, and you look around as you contemplate who she might put you with. There’s Mark Lee, the sweet, endearingly bubbly English major in the year below you who’s also an RA for the building across from your dorm.

There’s Huang Renjun, the smart, quiet art major junior in the same year as Mark, and he could be a good partner, you suppose—

You’re dragged out of your reverie by the sound of your professor saying your name, followed by, “Lee Haechan, and Na Jaemin.”

Oh. Well, you’re certainly not upset by that development. You look across the room, where Jaemin and Haechan are sitting together, to see that they’re already looking over at you. Haechan smiles nervously and averts his gaze quickly, but Jaemin leans into the eye contact, giving you a small wave. 

You smile and wiggle your fingers back in greeting, making Jaemin grin and Haechan dissolve into excited giggles, the older male pushing his thick, black-rimmed glasses up on his nose absentmindedly.

Your professor finishes reading off the groups and waves her hands at you all, gesturing for you to get situated with your partners. You move to stand only to see that Haechan is rushing to stand up and make his way over to you, clutching his notebook and papers to his chest almost protectively.

Haechan and Jaemin are also the year below you, and you know them relatively well, given that you’re the RA for their dorm building—well, you know a bit about them: they live across the hall from you, they’re avid gamers, and, if you’re not mistaken, they’re two of the top students in the class.

You watch with an amused smile as Jaemin leisurely slings his bag over his shoulder, the cool, calm, and collected counterpart to your other partner, and they both make their way over to where you sit, Haechan sitting in the chair in front of you and turning it around to face you while Jaemin sits beside you.

“Hi,” Haechan greets quietly, and you shoot him a friendly smile.

“Hi, Haechan,” you reply sweetly, and his face breaks out into a brilliant, shy grin. 

“Hi.” he says again, and Jaemin snorts.

“You said that already.”

“Well, I’m saying it again.” Haechan counters, and you chuckle.

“Hi,” you say, “again.”

“...Hi.” he mumbles shyly, barely able to get the words out past his excited smile.

“Hi, Jaemin,” you greet, turning to look at the male beside you.

He shoots you a dazzling smile that makes you wonder, for a moment, how he even got the label of “nerd” everyone classifies him as. Haechan is a bit more understandable, given his general flustered nature around girls, but Jaemin’s always been calm and easygoing—you’d even go so far as to say he’s smooth. However, you suppose that after hearing Jaemin rant and rave about video games and the like, you can see why someone might label him as one even if you don’t find video games all that nerdy. 

“Hi,” he replies easily, lifting his eyebrows in greeting. It’s your turn to avert your gaze, the mildly suggestive gesture making you feel a little hot under the collar when you couple it with the fact that he can’t keep his eyes off of you.

“So, um,” you say, clearing your throat slightly, “I think we should meet up after classes today to talk about what we’re gonna do for our group project.”

“Okay,” Haechan agrees instantly, nodding vigorously. “We can meet up in the library? Or the cafeteria—or—well, maybe you’d wanna meet up somewhere private—” he starts to ramble, and you tilt your head to the side in confusion, holding up a finger to stop him. He falls silent immediately, widened, slightly starstruck eyes gazing at you so intently you find yourself growing more endeared to him.

“Why would it matter if it’s in private or not?” you ask, brows furrowed, and Haechan nibbles at his bottom lip, exchanging a wordless glance with Jaemin. “Haechan?”

“In case you… y’know… don’t necessarily want to be seen with us.” he mumbles quietly, and you frown deeply. 

“Why would I not want to be seen with you?” you ask, already feeling like you know the answer.

“Because—” Haechan looks around the room to see if anyone’s paying attention to him before continuing, “because we’re nerds,” he says, whispering the word like it’s a slur, “and you’re—well, you know who you are.”

“How about you tell me who I am?” you press gently with a playful smile. “Just to refresh my memory.”

“You’re you. You’re one of the cool seniors—you’re one of the only RAs that everyone likes—and you’re…. y’know… popular.” Haechan whispers that word both like it’s a dream and a word that doesn’t belong in his mouth, and you won’t lie and say it doesn’t bother you slightly.

“Haechan.”

“Mm?” Haechan replies, and you drum your manicured nails on the table in front of you to stop his gaze from wandering furtively around the room. 

“First of all, this isn’t a stereotypical clique-y high school movie.” you chuckle. “I can be seen with anyone I want; it never mattered to me.”

“Okay,” he replies hesitantly, but you can sense some of the tension leaving his body as he gradually relaxes.

“Second of all: don’t call yourselves nerds like that—like it’s a label that actually matters. You’re just Haechan, and he’s just Jaemin, and I’m just me.” you finish carefully, and he cracks a smile, looking up from where your hands rest on the table to meet your gaze.

“Okay, cool.” he mumbles, smile growing as your words sink in.

“We can meet on the quad after class if you want,” you say, deliberately choosing the most public location you can think of.

“Well—” Jaemin cuts in, and you turn to look at him to see that he’s looking between you and Haechan. “There are no outlets on the quad… it’s just grass and some trees.”

“True,” you muse thoughtfully. “Where do you guys want to meet?”

“The dorm? Oh, but—” Haechan cuts himself off, shooting a panicked glance Jaemin’s way. “I don’t think my side of the room is presentable right now.”

“Okay,” you say with a laugh. “How about we meet in my room?” you offer, and Haechan’s eyes get so wide you fear he might hurt himself, while Jaemin’s brows shoot up in surprise. Looking between the two of them with growing amusement, you add on, “My last class ends at 4:30pm, and I can be back at my dorm by about 4:45pm, if that works for you guys.”

Neither of them speak for a moment, Haechan seemingly rooted in place with surprise, while Jaemin looks at him expectantly, eyes widening pointedly before he sighs and shakes his head. “Yeah, that works for us.” Jaemin answers finally, and you smile, nodding in confirmation.

“Great!”

“Class is over, everyone! Good luck on your projects, and I’ll see you next Wednesday!” Professor Kwon bids you all goodbye, and everyone starts to gather their things. 

“Well, I’ll see you guys then; you know where my room is!” you say, putting your notebook in your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. 

“See you later!” Jaemin replies easily, and Haechan nods as if to second Jaemin’s words.

“Bye, Haechan,” you say with a playful smile, finding it cute how flustered the male is by your attention.

“Bye,” he croaks weakly, and you giggle, turning to leave but not before catching a glimpse of Jaemin swatting Haechan’s arm in a scolding gesture.

“Would you relax? At least try to play it cool,” Jaemin whispers loudly from behind your retreating back.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it!” Haechan exclaims in a hushed voice. “She’s so pretty.”

You can’t help but smile widely to yourself as you keep walking, pretending you haven’t heard a thing.

They’re perfectly on time—in fact, if your ears don’t deceive you, they’re five minutes early, the two of them standing outside and bickering quietly.

“Listen,” Jaemin says in a stern whisper, “you’re going to act normal when we get in there. No being weird and quiet and awkward.”

“Yes, sir,” Haechan replies sarcastically, and you snicker quietly. “You try staying calm when she looks at you with those eyes.”

“I do,” Jaemin replies flatly. “If you can’t… skill issue, I guess.”

“Wh— skill issue? I bet I’m skilled at putting my foot up your ass—”

“Shut up, she might be able to hear you!”

“Why don’t you knock, then? We can meet early.”

“Why don’t I knock?” Jaemin replies incredulously. “Why don’t you?”

“Why would I knock?”

“Why would I?! You’re the one all eager to see her.”

“I’m not that eager.” Haechan mumbles bitterly, and Jaemin scoffs.

“You showered to see her.”

“So did you!”

“I always shower after classes. You also put on cologne.”

“Well— Is it a crime to want to smell good in front of a pretty girl?”

“No, but it is a crime to act like a wuss when she so much as looks at you,” Jaemin snarks, and Haechan sucks his teeth.

“Shut up.”

“You shut up.”

There’s a brief scuffle on the other side, and you hear faint slapping sounds like they’re smacking each other back and forth, and you giggle softly, walking over to your door and waiting patiently. 

“Would you cut it out? Here–” Jaemin snaps, and three knocks sound out on the other side of your door. 

“Shit! Do I look okay?” Haechan worries.

There's silence before Jaemin replies. “No.”

“Fuck you.”

You decide to end their bickering and open your door, smiling at the two of them. “Hi, boys.”

“Hi,” Haechan mumbles shyly, and Jaemin elbows him, glaring at him.

“Hi,” Jaemin greets pleasantly, and you step aside to let them in.

“Make yourselves comfortable.” you offer, and they enter slowly, Haechan moving cautiously like you might change your mind at any moment. “I have snacks, water, and juice if you want anything to eat or drink.” 

“Oh, dope,” Haechan says eagerly, heading to your mini fridge and opening it, retrieving a blue Gatorade and plopping down on your fluffy pink rug. Jaemin takes a bag of chips from the basket on top of the fridge and sits beside Haechan so there’s room for you to sit across from them. 

You take a can of pineapple juice and frown down at the metal tab. “Can one of you open this? I don’t want to break a nail.”

“I’ll do it!” Haechan exclaims, leaning forward and taking it from you. He opens it with ease and hands it back to you, blushing when you smile gratefully and slip a straw into the opening.

“Thank you, Haechan,” you hum, and he smiles bashfully, nodding.

“You’re welcome.”

“So,” you say, sitting on your bed in front of them as you sip your drink. “What should we do our project on?”

“We were thinking we could do it on something cool, like…” Haechan says, trailing off towards the end and looking over at Jaemin with a clear request for help in his eyes.

Jaemin rolls his eyes slightly, sighs, and says, “Sex.”

You can’t help but smile slightly. “Sex is cool?”

“Well— well, I guess it’s not cool,” Haechan mumbles, unsure of himself, and you cross your leg over the other, watching as his eyes drop to the hem of your skirt, a latent hunger in them as he eyes your bare legs. “But something, like, trendy and relatable.”

“So sex is trendy?” You can’t refrain from teasing him slightly, admiring the way his cheeks flush. “It’s the cool, hip, new thing all the kids are getting into, huh?”

“Well—” Haechan stammers, and you hold up a hand to stop him, the male falling silent instantly and watching you intently.

“I’m just messing with you,” you assure him, and his shoulders slump in relief. “I’m okay with that! I just wanna be super transparent and let you guys know that my passing this class is riding on this grade for this project, so it’s really important to me. I’ll do my best to pull my weight, but I’m not doing as well as you guys, so—”

“We’ll do all the work,” Jaemin offers, and you stop short, blinking at him in surprise. 

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Haechan chimes in, pushing his glasses up his nose slightly. “You won’t have to lift a finger.”

“...Why?” you ask carefully, and they look at each other, now both a bit shifty. “Guys?”

“Hm?” Haechan asks, and you raise an eyebrow when he doesn’t meet your gaze, clearing your throat and waiting until he does.

“What’s in it for you?”

“Well… we were thinking we could trade services.” Jaemin interjects when it becomes evident that Haechan won’t be answering your question.

“Services?” you question, sitting forward slightly. Shifting your position, you cross your legs at the ankle instead, your knees falling apart slightly, and Haechan’s eyes zero in on the space between your legs, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips as he watches you. “Your service is helping me get an A, and my service is… what, exactly?”

“Um… we were thinking you could help us socially.” Jaemin says carefully, and you tilt your head to the side in confusion.

“How?”

“Teach us how to get girls!” Haechan blurts out.     

“So, let me get this straight,” you say, looking between the two of them. “You’ll make sure we get an A on this project, and in return, I have to… help you get girls?”

“Teach us how to get girls,” Haechan stresses. “Don’t just help us get one girl.”

“What’s that quote? Give a man a fish and he’ll eat for a day, but teach him how to fish and he’ll eat for a lifetime.” you recall proudly, and Jaemin nods, pleasantly surprised.

“Exactly,” Haechan confirms. “I’m trying to eat for a lifetime.”

“Noted,” you giggle, and you shrug before nodding. “I don’t see why not.”

Haechan pumps his fist and whispers some sort of victory affirmation that you don’t catch but Jaemin stands up, walking over to your bed, and extends his hand in offering, making you blink at it in confusion.

“Shake on it?” he says slowly, and your mouth makes a little “o” of realization as you nod in understanding, now reaching out to shake his hand. His lips curl into an unnerving yet attractive smile as he grips your hand and pulls you a little closer to whisper, “I can’t wait for our first lesson.”

Something about his intent, unwavering gaze and the way his fingers drag against your palm as you retract your hand—the longing of it all, the lingering touch like he doesn’t want to let go—has your mind reeling in that dizzying feeling from earlier, and you wonder for a minute just what you’ve gotten yourself into. 

It’s been about a week of meeting up with Haechan and Jaemin every day to work on your project, and you’ve been giving tips and tricks on how to get girls every day, both boys studiously and dutifully hanging onto your every word.

“I have a question,” Haechan states about twenty minutes into your study session, and you look at him expectantly. “When do we get to the makeover portion?”

You make a small hum of confusion. “Makeover?”

“Yeah, where you style our hair and our wardrobe and get us contacts and stuff.” Haechan says eagerly, and you chuckle.

“Your wardrobes are completely fine, my only advice for your hair is to style it off your forehead more often, and I happen to like your glasses.” you reply, and Haechan sighs in mild impatience, waving his hand dismissively.

“You don’t get it—we need to be fuckable!” Haechan stresses, and you roll your eyes in exasperation.

“Haechan, you’re already fuckable.” you explain calmly, and he opens his mouth in preparation for some witty remark, but after processing your words, his eyes widen and his mouth hangs open uselessly, his accusingly pointed finger now pointing meekly at the floor at an angle. 

“I—So—so you would fuck us?” he stammers, and you nod slowly, looking from him to Jaemin.

“Why do you think I let you get away with your numerous dorm violations?” you snort in amusement, and he blinks hard.

“I thought you just took pity on us, y’know? Like you had a soft spot for nerds or something.”

“I don’t have a soft spot for nerds.” you answer. “I have a soft spot for hot nerds, though.”

His mouth opens and closes pathetically as his normally quick-witted brain scrambles to process the information you’ve just presented to him. Jaemin is quicker to act, sitting forward so suddenly the move could be considered as predatory, and you’re not sure if it’s the lighting reflecting off of his glasses or what, but there is most definitely a glint in his eye as he regards you, his lips gradually stretching into a toothy grin.

“So you let us get away with stuff? Because you like us? Like what?” he questions, and you tilt your head to the side as you think. 

“Your candles, for starters. Haechan’s tapestry, your many many noise complaints from your neighbors when you two get too heated as you’re gaming,” you start to list off on your fingers, and you cross one leg over the other, not missing the way both of their eyes shift to your newly exposed skin and how… hungry they look. “The way you—” you point at Haechan, “always try to get away with looking up my skirt.”

Haechan’s face flushes a pretty shade of red, and you smile, amused, as he scrambles to defend himself. Before he can, you hold up a hand to silence him. 

“Haechan?”

“Yes?” he replies meekly.

“If I minded, I would have said something by now. I certainly wouldn’t have kept wearing skirts and accidentally flashing you.” 

His eyes roll back into his head with a whimper and he nods in understanding. 

“And you—” you round on Jaemin, who’s still perched like a lion about to pounce, and the male just smiles wider, tilting his head to the side curiously.

“What about me?”

“You probably think you’re slick with the little lingering touches on my back and waist when you’re ‘trying to get by,’ but I only let you do that because I like it.”

His grin widens more than you even thought possible, the glint in his eye now unmistakable. “Oh, yeah? Where else do you like being touched?”

“I mean,” you hum, uncrossing your thighs and smiling as both of their gazes hone in on the space between your legs, “I could tell you, but I think you’d rather have me show you.”

“I have a better idea,” Jaemin murmurs, moving towards you slowly. “How about you let us find out?”

You pretend to think about it for a moment, relishing the way they look at each other with equally worried expressions as they silently pray you won’t back out, before you shrug nonchalantly. “Okay.”

No sooner than the last syllable’s left your mouth do they spring into action; Haechan clambers onto the bed beside you and Jaemin lunges forward to settle himself between your legs. Large, warm hands glide up your inner thighs, pushing them apart as he hikes your skirt up to reveal your light blue boyshorts. He moans loudly at the sight, immediately running his thumbs over your clothed mound, eyes flicking up to your face when your breath hitches softly. 

“Princess likes being touched here, huh?” he marvels quietly, leaning in with a slow lick of his lips. “How about kissed, hm? Do you like being kissed here, too?”

“Yeah,” you exhale with a smile, and he grins, wetting his lips once more before leaning in closer and pressing his wet lips to your core, bottom lip barely grazing your concealed clit. As he does, he takes a deep, loud inhale followed by a lust-filled groan that has heat rushing to your cheeks. 

“Jesus, Jaemin—”

“Not now.” His reply is distracted, but blunt and domineering all the same, and you find yourself falling silent in surprise. When he pulls back, there’s a wet spot on the fabric where his mouth used to be, and the cool air hits it, making you hiss quietly.

“As hot as these look on you, I want them off.” Jaemin mutters, hooking his fingers into your underwear and tugging it down and off your legs. “Wanna taste it.” he mumbles—you think it’s towards himself—before he’s burying his face between your legs with another loud moan that makes you curse under your breath, overwhelmed with desire.

His tongue lies flat against your folds, languidly and deliciously dragging upwards to circle around your clit. He grunts in delight and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, hooking his arms around your thighs and pushing forward again, the bridge of his nose pressed against your mound. 

You gasp and clutch at the nearest thing in your grasp, which just so happens to be Haechan’s thigh. “Fuck,” you whisper loudly, and Jaemin chuckles.

“Stop neglecting Haechan,” he scolds playfully through a mouthful of your pussy. “This was his idea, you know.”

You manage to redirect your attention to Haechan, whose eyes dart around as he watches you and Jaemin with a wild look in his eyes, the male seemingly frozen on the spot. 

Your nose nudges at Haechan’s, the male tilting his head towards you and parting his lips in a soft sigh as your lips meet. It takes a moment for him to reciprocate, almost long enough for you to pull back, but he finally starts to kiss you back with a whimper caught in the back of his throat. 

“Haechan, touch me,” you urge, gripping his wrist and bringing his hand to your waist. He clutches your waist, but there’s a hesitance to it that leaves you wanting more.

“Yeah, Haechan, touch her.” Jaemin chuckles before massaging your clit with his tongue. Your eyes roll back into your head with a groan and he rewards your reaction by pressing the wet muscle against you more insistently. “Maybe he needs some incentive.”

“Incentive?” you hum curiously, and he nods, that wicked glint returning to his eyes.

“Take your shirt off.” he presses, and you oblige without hesitation, discarding the shirt behind you on the bed and looking at Haechan expectantly, finding yourself endeared by the way he nibbles his bottom lip nervously. “Haechan, doesn’t she look so good like that?”

“Amazing,” Haechan breathes reverently, and you smile at the praise, eyes closing in bliss. 

“Kiss her.” Jaemin suggests, and Haechan does just that, tentatively approaching you and gently connecting his lips with yours. As your mouths move together, you can’t help but notice the same reservation in Haechan’s movements, drawing a plaintive whimper from your lips. “Stop kissing her like you’re scared, Haechan,” Jaemin scolds. “She likes it. Don’t you, princess?”

“Yes,” you reply instantly, reaching up to cup Haechan’s cheek. He shudders at the contact, eyes fluttering shut before reopening with a darkened intensity that clues you in to the fact that Haechan seems to be done holding back.

Sure enough, Haechan clutches your chin and pulls you closer to him, tongue boldly slipping between your lips and exploring the wet warmth of your mouth. His thumb pries your lips apart with a forcefulness that delights you, and he hovers above your open mouth, eyes scanning yours before letting a string of saliva drip down from his lips onto your waiting tongue.

You whine when the spit connects with your tongue and he grunts, “Don’t swallow,” before kissing you again, tongue swirling confidently around yours even as a mix of your saliva drips down your chin and onto your chest. He’s quick to act, leaning down and dragging his tongue up the trail of spit before connecting your lips again in a more heated, desperate kiss that slowly takes your breath away. It’s wet, and hot, and messy and sloppy and everything you could have wanted from him and more as he leans in, pressing into you and leaning you back onto your mattress. 

Jaemin seems to be done assisting Haechan, as he returns to eating you out with a renewed fervor and, as Haechan kisses down your body to your breasts, it dawns on you that they might be competing for your attention. 

With every swirl of Haechan’s tongue around your nipple, Jaemin echoes the action around your clit, their synchronization sending you spiraling into a frenzy. When Jaemin flicks your clit back and forth with his tongue before taking it into his mouth to suck, Haechan does the same to your breast, lapping at your nipple eagerly before sucking on the sensitive bud.

“Fuck—” you hiss, realizing—perhaps a moment too late—that you may have bitten off more than you can chew as you let the two sexually frustrated males have their way with your body.

Before long, you feel that tightening sensation in your stomach as your climax approaches, and you whimper in lieu of a verbal warning, Jaemin picking up on your cue instantly and diving back into your core with an eagerness that both startles and delights you. With another well-timed suck at your clit, you’re climaxing with a cry of pleasure and a full body tremor as you curl in on yourself. 

Before you’ve even recovered from your high, Jaemin’s pressing on your stomach to keep you in place as he resumes lapping at your core, his tongue gliding with ease against and between your slick folds. 

“Fuck—Jaemin, it’s sensitive—” you moan, squirming away from his touch, but he ignores you, two fingers prodding at your entrance before slowly easing their way in. “Oh, shit—”

“That’s it, just take it, princess,” Jaemin coos, swirling sinful circles around your clit as his fingers move in and out of you slowly. “Feel so good around my fingers like that, angel.”

“Can I—” Haechan swallows thickly before continuing, “Can I fuck your tits?” Before you can answer, he adds, “Please?” fully laden with desperation and you can’t even fathom saying no to him—so you don’t, instead nodding and watching his face light up with excitement.

He rushes to pull off his pants as if you’ll change your mind at any moment, and when he pulls his boxers down, his fully erect length springs up, girthy and long with an upwards curve. You watch with fascination as he straddles just below your chest, laying his length between your breasts and pushing them together with a groan. 

With his eyes locked on your breasts and where his length disappears between them, he starts to move, slowly fucking himself on your breasts. His gasps and whimpers are both adorable and arousing, his fingers greedily clutching the mounds of flesh as his thumbs swipe over your nipples rhythmically. 

Apparently dissatisfied with the sensation, Haechan pauses, smearing his precum over your chest and pauses thoughtfully before leaning forward and letting several large droplets of saliva drip down from his tongue to your breasts, the clear liquid landing on either side of his cock and slowly sliding down the insides of your breasts to coat his length. “That’s more like it,” he grunts, and resumes fucking your cleavage, his eyes rolling back into his head at the sensations, his length gliding between your breasts with ease. 

Meanwhile, Jaemin curls his fingers inside of you, fucking them into you quickly and mercilessly as you cry out in pleasure. His tongue keeps swirling around and flicking at your clit, massaging your little bundle of nerves as his fingertips fuck into your other patch of nerves along your inner walls that has you seeing fireworks.

“God, that feels so good,” you whimper out, and Jaemin nods vigorously, tongue messily gliding along your folds with every movement of his head. 

“Mm, I know, princess—tastes so good, too.” he purrs, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to peek past Haechan at Jaemin, noting fondly that his glasses have almost completely fogged up. 

Haechan shoves his glasses up his nose hurriedly with one hand, mumbling something about wanting to see better, before he speeds up, small moans leaving him as he approaches his high.

Jaemin digs his tongue into your core, greedy muscle slurping up your arousal as it gushes from your hole, and you moan loudly, walls clenching desperately around the intrusion. His fingers slide up and down your slit, parting your folds, and he uses the combination of your slick and his spit to lube up his fingers for when he presses them to your asshole. He chuckles darkly when you squeal and squirm, fingers pushing into your tight rim without pause. 

“You can take it, right, princess?” he coos, and you nod, panting, even though you’re not sure he can see you. “That’s it, pretty, just like that. So fun to play with,” he murmurs, the last part almost sounding like it’s to himself as he moves his fingers inside of you, tongue gliding up and down to swirl around your clit and your entrance teasingly.

“So good,” Haechan moans, still using your breasts to stroke his length. “Wanna cum—fuck, you’re so hot—gonna cum, pretty—where d’you want it?”

You find that you can barely form thoughts, let alone words, so, in lieu of a verbal response, you open your mouth, tongue dropping out slowly, and he moans again, this one higher and audibly overwhelmed before he thrusts his cock faster between your breasts, the tip of his length occasionally rubbing against your tongue. With a low groan, Haechan cums, abdomen tensing as he pants his way through his climax. He releases onto your waiting tongue, one spurt of cum landing on your cheek and bottom lip. 

He admires the sight of you with his release painting your face and swipes up the stray seed with his finger, pushing it into your mouth and groaning when your lips wrap around it and suck it clean.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmurs reverently, shuffling down your body to kiss you sloppily, tongue swirling around the inside of your mouth to taste himself. 

Looking behind himself, Haechan takes one look at Jaemin’s fingers diving in and out of your core, slick arousal and Jaemin’s saliva dripping from your entrance, and groans, rushing to get off of the bed and shove Jaemin out of place none too gently to take his place between your legs and study your glistening core, eyes roving over how your entrance is still clenching reflexively around nothing and how your clit twitches with every clench, both overstimulated and in search of something more.

You’re barely done with coming down from your last high when Haechan moans loudly, at his limit, and buries his face between your legs, tongue delving into your folds as you squirm and whimper.

“Haechan, holy shit—” you gasp, squirming away from him, but he just winds his wiry arms around your thighs and tugs you back to the edge of the bed, roughly massaging your clit with his tongue. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, slow down—”

“Tastes so good,” Haechan moans, gaze flicking up to look at you. His hair is all messed up from the numerous times your legs closed around his head and his glasses are fogged up with the heat radiating from your body and his heavy panting, but you can clearly see a wild look in his eyes, his gaze hungrily drinking in the sight of you in front of him. “Don’t wanna stop—don’t make me stop—please—”

“Haechan, baby, please take it easy,” you pant, but Haechan pays you absolutely no mind, his thick tongue slithering into your entrance and drawing out a sharp whine from you as you struggle to sit up, trying the whole while to swat his head away so you can catch your breath.

Your hand barely clutches at a lock of Haechan’s hair before Jaemin’s pulling your hands behind your back and settling you against his chest, his incredibly strong and firm grip leaving you stuck in place as Haechan has his way with your pussy.

“Let him have his fun,” Jaemin purrs in your ear as Haechan laps at your entrance before stuffing his tongue back in as far as it’ll go. “Can’t tell you how long he’s been waiting for this moment.”

“But—” you whimper, walls clenching helplessly around Haechan’s greedy tongue. 

“Doesn’t that feel so good, princess?” Jaemin coos fondly, lips brushing the shell of your ear. You turn your head slightly to look at him with pleading eyes in the hopes he’ll have mercy, but he just chuckles, moving both your wrists to one of his hands before cupping your chin with the other and tilting your face back to his to connect your lips in a slow, passionate, deeply overwhelming kiss. 

You can taste your arousal on his tongue as well as a hint of the gum he was chewing earlier, and you keen weakly into the kiss, sloppily moving your mouth with his as Haechan slurps your arousal eagerly before he sucks your clit into his mouth, presses it between his lips, and moans loudly, the vibrations mixed with all of the lewd noises making you hurtle towards yet another high.

“Oh, shit—” you cry out against Jaemin’s lips as Haechan tongue-fucks you to another orgasm, his blunt nails digging into the flesh of your thighs as he claws at you in a desperate attempt to keep you against his mouth. Jaemin’s hand leaves your chin and moves to grope your breast, his large hand kneading and massaging the flesh and tugging at your nipple as he dots slow, wet kisses down your neck and shoulder. 

“Could stay down here forever,” Haechan grunts, and your eyes widen even in their exhausted, drained state as you start to struggle against Jaemin’s grip and fight to close your legs.

“Please leave my poor clit alone,” you plead, finally wrenching one of your hands free from Jaemin’s clutches and clapping it over your core protectively. Haechan barely even pauses, just starts licking at your fingers with desperate little moans and grunts. “Can one of you please just fuck me?”

They both go stiff, looking at each other wordlessly, before Jaemin releases you completely and switches spots with Haechan, maneuvering his length out of his sweats and boxers, and oh—

“You’re big, too,” you mumble in surprise, and he arches an eyebrow with a smirk.

“Did you think it was going to be small?” 

“Well, no, but I definitely didn’t think it’d be that big.” you mutter, and he snickers, lifting your hips to push you further back on the bed. He spreads your legs wider and looks at your core, eyes roving over your glistening folds and inner thighs with such unadulterated desire that you’re tempted to close your legs out of embarrassment.

“Haechan got you nice and wet for me, yeah?” he murmurs, pumping his fist up and down his cock slowly before slapping the underside of his length on your poor, hypersensitive clit and grinning when you jolt from the stimulation. “Think you can take all of me, princess?”

“Only one way to find out,” you reply breathlessly, and he laughs, nodding in agreement.

“You’re right about that,” he grunts as he pushes into you. Both of you react instantly; his jaw clenches while yours drops, and he sucks in a deep breath through his nose as a breathy half-whimper, half-sigh escapes you. 

Haechan watches you two with rapt attention, eyes flicking from your face to your breasts to where Jaemin’s length is slowly disappearing into you.

“Sweet pussy’s sucking me right in, princess,” Jaemin drawls with a smug grin. “Wanted this that badly, huh?”

“Shut—up—” you gasp as he bottoms out, the absolutely full-to-the-brim sensation dizzying and overwhelming and delicious all at once.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jaemin obliges, brows knitting together as he pulls out slowly and thrusts back in with a quick snap of his hips. You cry out in pleasure and the corner of his mouth quirks upward in smug satisfaction and amusement before he does it again… and again… and again until he’s built up a steady rhythm, every thrust punctuated by a plaintive moan from you.

His hands glide over everywhere he can reach before seeking purchase in your hips, fingertips digging into the flesh there as he drives his length into you.

“You love this, don’t you?” Jaemin coos as Haechan presses your breasts together and wraps his lips around one nipple, sucking as he tugs at the other bud. “You gonna tell your friends how good we fucked you?”

“Mm—yes,” you pant, and Jaemin grins. 

“Gonna tell ‘em that two little nerds from your Biology class fucked you stupid, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whimper, nodding vigorously. “Mm-hmm—”

“Thought so,” he replies with a dark chuckle before draping one of your legs over his shoulder, angling his hips toward it, and fucking intently into a spot that, you realize after the burst of pleasure from his first thrust, must be your g-spot. 

“Ho–ly shit,” you gasp, clutching at Haechan for something you can use to brace yourself. Jaemin’s thrusts send him into you nice and deep and you’re slowly but surely losing your mind with every stroke, your mouth falling open in a silent gasp as he fucks into you. Your fingers catch Haechan’s thigh once more, clutching onto the warm flesh in an attempt to ground yourself.

Haechan groans and responds by swirling his tongue around your nipple slowly before flicking it back and forth quickly, using a finger to replicate his actions on your other breast.

“Please—fuck—I’m gonna cum—” you warn Jaemin, and he nods eagerly, letting a hand drag across your body from your hip to your clit, thumb sliding between your messy, wet folds to reveal the sensitive button between them. You inhale sharply when he starts to rub it in circles with the same thumb, fingertips resting lightly on your stomach as if he’s not driving you absolutely insane. “Oh, my God—cumming—I’m cumming—!”

“Me too, princess,” he groans, his hips speeding up as he chases after his own high. You climax first, letting out a drawn out whine, with Jaemin following shortly after, the male burying his length in you and pumping you full of his cum as he groans in pleasure under his breath.

“My turn,” Haechan grunts as Jaemin pulls out of you, both males watching as milky white cum drips from your entrance. “That’s so fucking hot,” Haechan mumbles in awe before reaching for your hands to gently guide you to a sitting position. “Can you ride me, pretty?”

“If my legs don’t give out,” you mumble, and he chuckles, sitting against where your bed meets the wall and patting his lap invitingly. You carefully straddle his lap, fingers wrapping around the thick head of his length as you guide his tip to your entrance and start to ease down onto him. Haechan gapes up at you, prompting you to coo affectionately. “Do you mind if I do it myself?” you ask sweetly as you sink down on it further, your nipple grazing his lips as you move against him, and he shakes his head emphatically, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose slightly. “Good,” you praise softly. “You’re not going to cum early, are you?” you ask with a small frown, and Haechan shakes his head again, the glasses sliding further and further down his nose. You gently push the glasses up, and he smiles appreciatively, tongue darting out to lick at your nipple while it’s near his mouth.

“Feels amazing,” he moans, and you smile fondly. You didn’t get a chance to see his length in all its glory, but you can definitely feel every thick inch of his cock as it stretches you open. He’s not quite as long as Jaemin, but he makes up for it in girth, his length barely fitting in your fist as you finish settling down on him.

When you’ve finally managed to fit all of his girthy length inside of you, you lift up slightly, rocking your hips forward for more friction, and Haechan moans out loudly, leaning forward to suck your nipple into his mouth. He cups your breasts, holding them up and together, and alternates running his tongue over both buds, occasionally sucking on a nipple with a low moan of satisfaction.

“More,” Haechan gasps out.

“More?” you ask, confused and lightheaded from all the pleasure you’re receiving.

“Yeah—need you to move faster,” he grunts through gritted teeth, and you suck your teeth.

“You wanted me on top when I told you my legs might give out—” you start to protest, and he pulls your face to his, kissing you to shut you up.

“Need it like this,” Haechan growls under his breath, swiftly maneuvering you two around so you’re lying on your back and he’s on his knees on the bed between your legs. “Hold these for me?” he asks, pressing your knees as close to your chest as they’ll go. As you tentatively hug your legs to your chest, Haechan spreads your folds apart with two fingers, sucking in a loud breath at the sight before he spits directly on your core, a gasp escaping you at the sensation of the warm saliva dripping down your folds.

He rests the underside of his cock on your clit, slowly rocking his hips forward to drag his thick length against your clit, and chuckles when you keen with pleasure.

“You’re so nasty,” Haechan sighs the words like you’re his dream come true, and based on the way his face contorts when he pushes into you, you just might be. He wastes no time, drilling into you at a quick, ruthless pace that has you moaning mindlessly with literally no idea what’s coming out of your mouth. “So fucking nasty for letting me do this to you,” he grunts, brows furrowed as one hand cups your chin. “Open.” 

You oblige, tongue lolling out without being asked, and he grins, leaning over you and letting more saliva drip from his mouth to your waiting tongue. Haechan dips down lower, maintaining his thrusts as he messily moves his lips against yours, his tongue and spit getting everywhere, and he whines desperately into the kiss, his hand moving from your chin to between your legs where he starts to toy with your poor clit.

A choked wail of overstimulation slips from you before you can even process it, and Haechan silences you by kissing you again, mumbling, “I can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you—perfect little fuckdoll—gonna fuck you so full of cum, gonna breed you—”

“Holy shit—breed me, yes, breed me—” you pant, nodding eagerly, and you might be imagining it, but Haechan’s thrusts seem to get impossibly deeper like he genuinely might take you up on that offer.

“Gonna breed you, pretty girl—stuff you full of my cum—give you a fucking baby—make you all mine—”

“Want it—Haechan, please—yours, I’m yours—” you can barely keep up with his heated dialogue, your eyes rolling back into your head in ecstasy as you fall apart on his length.

Haechan’s lips seal over yours, tasting your desperate cries as he fucks you foolish, making a weak, overwhelmed moan come from you and your body produce a deep, full-body shudder that travels as pleasure races through you, electrifying your bloodstream. 

Haechan isn't far behind, his tongue playing with yours almost lazily as his thrusts slow to a stop before he buries himself in you, emptying his seed into you and filling you with an impossibly large load of cum. He groans against your lips, slowly pulling out to the tip and staring down at how his length is coated with a blend of all of your cum with a deep-seated satisfaction.

“Holy shit,” he pants, flopping onto his back. “That was incredible.”

“You’re telling me,” you laugh. “Where did you two learn all that?”

“We watch a lot of porn.” Jaemin says, sheepish for the first time.

“And it taught you all of that?” you remark, incredulous.

“It taught us more, too,” Haechan adds, leaning over you with a grin. “Wanna see?”

“So, you’re telling me those two nerds from your class dicked you down… and they did it well?” Jimin remarks over your lunch in the cafeteria, eyes wide, and you scowl at her.

“Their names are Haechan and Jaemin.” you correct her, and she chuckles sheepishly. “But yes, they may have been the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Well, who would’ve thought…” Jimin comments, her expression thoughtful, and you snap loudly to get her attention. “What?”

“Those two are mine now. You can’t have them.” you state, and she frowns.

“Both of them? Aren’t you greedy?”

You shrug. “Don’t care. Mine.”

“What if they find out you’re actively laying a claim to them? Hm? Aren’t you supposed to be helping them get girls?” Jimin points out, and you frown slightly before pulling your phone out and scrolling through your messages before pressing the “Dial” button. “Who are you calling?”

“Shh.” you say distractedly, placing the call on speakerphone and waiting patiently as it rings once, twice, then stops, the other person on the line picking up. “Hello?”

“Hey,” Haechan greets, sounding slightly concerned. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” you assure him. “Is Jaemin with you?”

“Yeah, he’s right here—did you wanna talk to him?” he asks.

“Both of you, actually. Can he hear me?”

“Hi, princess,” Jaemin calls through the phone, and Jimin’s brows lift in surprise.

“Princess?” she mouths at you, and you smile, nodding.

“Hi, Jaemin. I just wanted to ask you guys a question.”

“Shoot,” Haechan says with audible wariness in his voice.

“You’re both… mine, right?” you say carefully, and Haechan sucks in a sharp breath before you hear a thudding noise. “Haechan?”

“I’m here!” he squawks, sounding slightly far away. There’s a rustling noise, and then his voice comes in clearer. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you chuckle. “What happened?”

“He dropped the phone because he’s an idiot.” Jaemin calls out, and you laugh as Haechan shushes him forcefully. 

“An answer to my question would be nice, you know.” you tease lightly.

“I’m yours if you want me to be,” Jaemin replies smoothly, and you smile even though they can’t see you.

“Honestly, I’m yours even if you don’t.” Haechan adds, and your smile only widens as you shoot Jimin an “I told you so” glance.

“That’s good to hear.” you reply, your smile creeping into your voice, and Haechan clears his throat pointedly. “What’s wrong?”

“Well, are you ours?” Haechan asks hopefully, and you look over at Jimin as you reply.

“Absolutely.” 

“Oh, thank God.” he mumbles, and you giggle.

“So, I’m guessing you two are done with your lessons on how to get girls?” you suppose, nibbling your bottom lip nervously.

“Yeah,” Haechan confirms, and you’re surprised by just how relieved you are. “We got the only girl that matters.”

“You’re too cute.” you chuckle. “Wanna come over later?”

“Yes—” Haechan blurts out before composing himself to say, “yes, absolutely.”

“Good. Six sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” he sighs happily. “See you then, pretty.”

“Bye, baby,” you coo into the phone, and his excited squeal is quiet but unmistakable. “Bye, other baby.”

“Bye, princess. See you at six.” Jaemin calls out, and you smile widely before hanging up and smiling proudly at Jimin.

“My boys didn’t disappoint me.” you remark, pleased, and Jimin huffs petulantly.

“Man. I’m happy for you, but I wish I had two cute nerds at my beck and call.”

“Stop calling them nerds,” you correct, and she rolls her eyes.

“Wish I had two cute guys at my beck and call.” she amends her statement, and you smile, satisfied.

“Yeah, I’m pretty lucky, huh?” you muse, and Jimin sighs, a smile curling at her lips.

“Yeah… would you ever wanna share?” she asks with a wiggle of her brows. “Ow! There was no need to flick me.”

“There was every need. Avert your eyes from my men, you lustful wench.”

“Lustful wench? You’re horrible. And greedy! And selfish. Just horrible and greedy and selfish.” she complains, and you shrug, uncaring as you compose a text to your new… boyfriends?

you have created a group message. you have named the group message “power throuple.” you [17:05pm] hi boyfies :)  haechan [17:07pm] boyfies…. i’m weak in the knees jaemin [17:08pm] haechan stand up jaemin [17:08pm] hi baby girl you loved “hi baby girl” haechan [17:10pm] why would i stand up if i could lie down and have our pretty girlfriend sit on my face? 😁 you [17:11pm] you’re bolder over text, huh? haechan [17:12pm] can you blame me? have you seen yourself? you [17:12pm] i have…  haechan [17:13pm] so you know how good you look. don’t judge me when i can’t get my words out in person you [17:15pm] i happen to find it cute when you can’t get your words out jaemin [17:16pm] i find it cute when YOU can’t get your words out you [17:16pm] and when would that be? jaemin [17:17pm] don’t tell me you’ve forgotten so soon… you [17:17pm] i have :( maybe i need a reminder? jaemin liked your message “i have :( maybe i need a reminder?” jaemin [17:18pm] maybe we should come over earlier to jog your memory you [17:20pm] maybe you should. how about 5:45? jaemin liked your message “maybe you should. how about 5:45?” haechan liked your message “maybe you should. how about 5:45?” you [17:22pm] great!! it’s a date :)

“What am I, chopped liver?” Jimin complains as you giggle down at your phone.

“Sorry… and I’m even more sorry for having to cut this short.” you apologize sheepishly as you start to gather your things. 

“You’re kidding…” Jimin remarks, incredulous. “Flat-leaver!”

“I’ll text you after everything,” you assure her, stuffing your notebook in your bag and your phone in your bag’s front pocket. “Gotta go get ready!”

“You’re the worst.” she huffs, but there’s a smile on her face as she rolls her eyes. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

“Rawr.” You make a claw with your fingers, and she stops short, blinking at you with a blank expression. “Too much?”

“Never do that again.”

You nod in understanding. “Copy.”

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[kkochigomi]

the ultimate guide to f***ing nomin

teaser

PAIRING: reader x jeno + jaemin

GENRE: producer!mc, smut, humor

ESTIMATED WC: 30k

TEASER WC: 1.8k

SYNOPSIS: DJ Juliette is over just being a DJ. She misses being a producer and working with artists but no one is biting anymore. She's living from paycheck to paycheck, so when MC receives a pink business card from that company, she should take it. But her fellow SHAWOLs are screaming at her and she knows better. So they send in the heavy arsenal wrapped in head-to-toe Chanel. This woman, named Lindsay Liu, knows she can talk her into it.

WARNINGS: threesomes, slight language barriers, hella campy/maybe even bad, mc is described as American and having a midsized body, explicit language and descriptions of sex, working at SM Entertainment, mc has a "stage name", Juliette isn't her actual name.

+ dialogue and text messages italicized in their entirety means MC is translating them from Korean!

NingNing are you not seeing the gc? Lindsay just sent something CRAZY

You choose to ignore Yizhuo’s text for one simple reason. It’s five a.m., which is much too early to translate. You’re already grouchy from being up this early, you’d rather just hurry and get ready for your first scheduled session. 

And throughout all three hours of said session, your phone is buzzing into oblivion. You have to wonder if a cartoony vein is popping out of your forehead when one of the members stops singing in the booth. You look up to see not only him, but everyone else in the studio staring at you. 

“Juliette, if you need to excuse yourself for a moment to answer your phone, please do so.” Says the group’s manager, looking unimpressed with your attitude. Embarrassed, you immediately stand up, bowing at everyone in the room and softly apologizing in Korean. 

You rush out in the hall, half of you just eager to be relieved of the tension you caused and the other half is eager to mute that group chat. You search for the app, forgetting what it’s called since you rarely use it.

An unfamiliar logo is grouped with the other messaging apps. SCR… right, you think, and what does that mean again?

You’re tempted to delete it since it’s collecting dust, but deep down you know exactly why you won’t. There’s a rabid fangirl constantly reminding you that your favorite idols only trust this app to send… private messages. Not always something inappropriate, just anything they can’t risk being exposed. You sigh and open the app to at least do what you originally set out to.

The group chat, cheesily named ‘Gossip Girls’, has over 999+ unread messages. You’re not sure just how much that plus is hinting at since you rarely open it, but you remember there being significantly less the last time you glanced at the home page. And that wasn’t that long ago. That’s when you see the previews of the messages flying by. 

their shoulders are so broad, it gets me… this is so strange Lindsay, do you know their type? I wa… kinda horny now lololol I bet they only like really skinny girls… So what’s their size? Don’t leave us… i’d pay just to see it lol god they would KILL on onlyfans

… What in the world is going on? You open the group chat at the speed of light. Frustratingly you’re positioned where you left off two months ago. You have to scroll through dating rumors and confirmed relationships, leaked songs, or whatever other hot gossip one of the girls’ heard. This app was created by celebrities for celebrities (and a select few normies). If you take a screenshot while the app is open, the picture is blurred just like snapchat and the other chatters are notified. There’s also an eyesore of a pattern in the background that supposedly distorts most phone cameras, so you can’t take a physical picture either.

Plus, it’s not really in anyone using this app’s best interest to blow its cover. Almost everybody has dirt on them from that very app. Everyone chooses to keep the peace for another reason as well, intel. You finally you find it. Lindsay even translated it, and you have a strange feeling that’s targeted at you. 

Lindsay Liu꒰੭ Hello dolls, As some of you may know, I am moving back to Shanghai for the time being :*(. I know, I’m so sad! I’ll miss seeing your gorgeous, gorgeous faces in real life. Anyway, I’ve decided to leave you guys with a parting gift. Me being the only person to experience this feels like a waste. One of you has got to have sex with Nomin.

You gasp, hugging your phone against your chest. The door creaks open and you feel your soul threatening to leave your body. 

“Are you okay?” The manager peeks his head out, looking just as annoyed as he always is.

“I-I’m sorry, there’s an... emergency!” You give him a panicked smile after you find the word. Your face is sizzling hot as you lock your phone. His face gradually softens. 

“You don’t look too good, we can end early today–”

“Okay, thanks!” You rush toward a bathroom, any bathroom. Only when you’re locked in a stall do you feel yourself calm down. Your face is still hot to the touch as you unlock your phone. You have to admit, Lindsay really caught you off guard. God… if someone had glanced over your shoulder, you would’ve had your ass handed to you. Despite what their artists sing about and how they dance, SM is a very sexless place. Any innuendos or allusions to sex are strictly prohibited. A part of you felt like them explaining those rules was only targeted at you because you were American (not that you would blame them). But after being here for two months, you’ve gotten very used to the sterile environment. 

Opening up that message in the middle of work felt like watching hardcore porn at your work computer. Is she joking? If she is, it is a little funny. You make a note to message her that before you continue. 

Lindsay Liu꒰੭ Don’t worry, I won’t be jealous or anything. If you know me, then you know I refuse to be attached to any man lol. But you should know that they don’t just fuck anybody. From what they’ve told me, they don’t look at most girls. They’re very particular about the girls they seek out. If you ask me, that’s exactly why they barely have threesomes heheh ;3.

The first of many thoughts to surface is that Lindsay is clearly not joking. The next is a glaring question.

Who is Nomin?

You know better than to assume the k-pop industry debuted a nonbinary idol, so you’re not surprised when your google search returns two men. You’re also not surprised that you don’t recognize them since you don’t know any groups who debuted after 2014. They’re handsome, though. Very much so. They’re both charming in their own way, and you can see why they’re paired up. The vibes are reminiscent of the classic cat/dog dynamic you’ve seen. You tap your index finger against your lips as you sift through the images. They have nice physiques...

They’re okay I guess, I’ll always be a Taemin girl, though. You spin your ring mindlessly, unable to tear your eyes away from Jeno’s bare torso.

Right, the message.

Lindsay Liu꒰੭ Here, I’ve compiled for you the steps to attempt to get Nomin’s attention. Just to get it out of the way because it's obvious, you have to be up for a threesome. Even I couldn’t get one of them alone. Also, no idols. Upsetting one fandom is already horrifying, upsetting two is just reckless. Anyway, - Tip One: Don’t try so hard. If you look as good as they do, you get suitors constantly. And having to constantly deal with loud and unsubtle people is annoying. Besides, no one likes desperation. - Tip Two: If you’re going to change up your style and approach, don’t lay it on thick in either direction. Don’t become a BDSM dungeon master with your breasts practically falling out of your shirt. I bet you would look great, but you’d be ignoring tip one. But don’t put on that weird demure act either. If you’re covered head to toe and pretend to be sex averse, how are they supposed to know you want to fuck them? - (extra hint: dress casually, but give them something to… you know. A shirt just tight enough or a skirt just short enough they think their dirty thoughts were their own fault. Just off the top of my head, something like a graphic tee that’s slightly cropped with high waisted jeans that cover your midriff. Make sure the shirt hugs you just right 😉)

You laugh to yourself. Graphic tee she says. She could’ve just said t-shirt, but she’s making it very obvious. Perhaps on purpose? You pinch your jacket closed as if someone can see you right now. You’re wearing the same shirt you had on when you met her, now that you think about it. 

Tip Three: A quick Do & Don’t for you: DON’T pretend to be their biggest fan. Name a single idol who has dated a fan. Exactly. DO become the best fan fiction character you can be. And I mean best. Don’t go to their concert and read a book, that’s ignoring tip one again. Don’t say you hate their music or hate boy groups. Subtler. Say you love boy groups. Hell, say you love SM boy groups… but you’re not very familiar with new ones. Throw an older group out there like I don’t know… SHINee. I think that’s why they reached out to me, being a 2PM fan and all. I wouldn’t have even looked their way on my own and I think that excited them.

That tip is the final straw for you. That one message was correct, this is strange. If she wanted to recommend you… have sex with those two, why wouldn’t she just message you? And are they even aware of all this? It all rubs you the wrong way and you start to text her exactly that. Lindsay beats you to it, though.

Lindsay Liu꒰੭ Have you read the group chat at all?

Yes. What the hell.

Lindsay Liu꒰੭ What did you think of the tips ;)

Lindsay. Don’t you think this is a little inappropriate?

Lindsay Liu꒰੭ Hey, I said they don’t like the innocent act.

I’m not participating in this! It feels icky. Am I crazy?

You exit out of her chat to message Yizhou the same thing. You can’t be going crazy. This is weird. You fan yourself and exhale.

Lindsay Liu꒰੭ A little!! :D 

Lindsay Liu꒰੭ They’re already texting me that they’re going to be so lonely and horny when I leave… they may even have to play with each other to cope…

My GOD Lindsay.

You swipe the messenger away entirely, only noticing then how hard your heart is beating. You close your eyes and your mind immediately betrays you by painting the images you saw of Jeno and Jaemin together behind your eyelids. You ease onto the toilet, hands pressing against the stall one either side of you. The images refuse to cease and you let your thighs squeeze just a little. 

Your phone buzzes and you send a ball of saliva back to roll down your parched throat before opening the app again. 

Lindsay Liu꒰੭ Last time I checked on you, you told me you haven’t been getting any play recently. They’re going to be in the same boat soon.

Lindsay Liu꒰੭ Remember what I told you? Idols have to be picky about who they sleep with and how often they do it. I know you’re thinking about quitting because this job isn’t what you saw yourself doing, but you aren’t utilizing the perks, doll </3 !

LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! `⎚⩊⎚´ -✧

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[haeivie]

THE HOT TUB EFFECT ──── N. JAEMIN

on a trip with your friends, you find yourself feeling the heat of the hot tub… or na jaemin.

PAIRING ; na jaemin x fem!reader WORD COUNT ; 1.2k CONTENTS ; friends? to ? , tension , flirty!jaemin , suggestive / mature.

──── © HAEIVIE , 2025. /

the cabin trip had been chaos from the start. too many people, too many bags, too many voices all talking over each other. but it was fun. loud, messy, and full of warmth despite the winter air seeping in from outside.

you hadn’t really talked to jaemin much before. he was always around, part of the same friend group, but somehow the two of you had never really hung out. just passing conversation, shared laughter over someone else’s joke, a nod in greeting.

but now, sitting in the bubbling hot tub under a sky full of stars, he was the only other person with you.

“surprised you’re not inside with the others,” you murmur, watching the way the steam curls up into the cold night air.

jaemin shifts, stretching an muscled arm along the edge of the tub. “surprised you’re out here alone,” he counters, voice lazy, smooth.

you glance at him, half-smiling. “maybe i like the quiet.”

his lips twitch. “or maybe you were waiting for me.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes, but there’s a flicker of something in his gaze, something playful and dangerous at the same time. and something about it drew you in.

“i didn’t even know you were coming out here.”

he hums, tilting his head slightly. “exactly. makes it even more suspicious.”

you shake your head, but the water shifts as he moves closer, the space between you growing smaller.

“so,” he says, voice dropping just a bit, “how come we never really talk?”

you raise a brow at him. “i don’t know. maybe because we run in the same circles but never in the same direction.”

he smirks at that. “poetic.”

“it’s the hot tub. makes me reflective.”

he chuckles, the sound low and silky, and you’re suddenly very aware of how warm it is, how the heat clings to your skin, how the water ripples when he moves again.

“or maybe,” he says, voice taking on that teasing edge again, “you’ve been avoiding me.”

you scoff, but he catches the way your fingers twitch under the surface of the water. “why would i do that?”

he leans in just slightly, and the air between you shifts, charged with something unspoken.

“i don’t know,” he murmurs, “but i think you have your reasons.”

you hold his gaze, refusing to look away first.

“you think i’m that obvious?” you ask, tilting your head.

he grins. “i think you don’t hide it as well as you think.”

the tension stretches further, thick and heavy, the steam curling around both of you.

“so what now?” you ask, voice quieter now, but still laced with something daring.

jaemin doesn’t answer right away. instead, he moves closer, the space between you vanishing in an instant.

his hands find your hips under the water, fingers pressing into your skin, and before you can react, he’s pulling you onto his lap.

you gasp, hands landing on his shoulders, but he only smirks, his grip firm, his body solid beneath you.

“now,” he murmurs, voice low, “i think we stop pretending.”

his hands roam, fingers tracing over slick skin, and the heat of the water is nothing compared to the fire licking up your spine as he leans in, breath ghosting over your lips.

“tell me to stop,” he says, teasing but serious underneath it.

you don’t.

instead, you curl your fingers into his hair, tugging just slightly, and watch the way his eyes darken in response.

“thought so,” he mutters before closing the last bit of distance between you.

the first kiss is slow, almost testing, but it doesn’t stay that way.

because the moment you respond by tilting your head, pressing closer, fingers tangling in his hair, it turns into something else entirely.

jaemin’s grip tightens, pulling you flush against him, and his hands move, trailing down your spine, over your hips, touching wherever he can.

the water moves around you, gentle ripples lapping against the edge of the tub, but neither of you pay it any mind.

his lips are insistent, teasing and demanding all at once, and when he nips at your bottom lip, a quiet gasp escapes you before you can stop it.

he grins against your mouth. “cute.”

you huff, about to retort, but he kisses you again, effectively shutting you up.

his hands are everywhere, tracing, memorizing, and you let him. you let yourself melt into his touch, into the warmth of him against you.

the night was bitterly cold, but here, in the burning heat of the water, you didn’t even feel it.

there’s only his hands, his mouth, his body, the way he’s holding you like he has no plans of letting go anytime soon.

and you don’t mind one bit.

the kiss deepens even more, all heat and slow-burning hunger, and jaemin’s fingers drift lower, tracing the curve of your waist before slipping further.

he finds the string at your hip, teasing it between his fingers, pulling just enough to make your breath hitch.

“this in the way?” he murmurs against your lips, voice low and knowing.

your fingers tighten in his hair, but you don’t answer. not yet.

he pulls again just a little, just enough for the knot to loosen slightly before his other hand slides up your back, pressing you even closer.

“you’re not stopping me,” he muses, his grin brushing against your skin as his lips trail along your jaw.

“why should i?” you shoot back, but the words are breathless, almost lost in the steam around both of you.

jaemin chuckles, the sound vibrating against your throat, and then he rolls his hips up.

the friction is sudden, sharp, sending a bolt of heat through your body, and your fingers dig into his hair, a quiet moan escaping you before you can stop it.

his grip tightens at your waist, like he’s holding himself back, but then he does it again. slower this time, making sure you feel everything.

“fuck,” he mutters, head tipping back against the edge of the tub, eyes dark and half-lidded as he watches you. “you feel so good.”

your stomach tightens at his words, heat pooling low, and you don’t even realize you’re rocking forward slightly, chasing the feeling, until his fingers press into your hips, guiding your movements.

he exhales sharply, a quiet groan slipping from his lips.

“you have no idea how bad i want you right now,” he says, voice rougher now, edged with lust.

you swallow, trying to catch your breath, trying to think past the way his hands feel on you, past the way he’s looking at you like he’s one second away from dragging you under completely.

he shifts again, leaning forward, mouth ghosting over your collarbone. his hands still playing at the strings of your swimsuit.

“just say the word, angel,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your skin. “we can go upstairs.”

you exhale shakily, your fingers slipping from his hair to his shoulder then chest, feeling the way his heart beats just as fast as yours.

you should probably think this through. should probably take a second.

but then he tilts his head, presses an open-mouthed kiss just below your ear.

“okay,” you breathe, voice barely audible over the sound of the water.

jaemin stills for a second, like he’s making sure he heard you right.

then he grins.

“good,” he murmurs, before pressing one last lingering kiss to your lips, his hands finally untying the strings he’d been toying with all night.

and before you knew it he was pulling you out of the water and straight back inside.

[ssweetreveries]

omg can u do jeno or jaem comforting reader while on her period?🥹 fluff pls

Jaemin comforting you on your period

pairing : jaemin x reader

word count : 367

a.n : first time writing something like this, hope you like it 🥹

I feel like Jaemin is the type of boyfriend to be so attentive and caring of his partner. like, he pays attention to the smallest details; that includes your menstrual cycle. at this point, you’d think Jaemin even knows it better than you. When you texted him that you’d have to raincheck your hangout today, he’d immediately know the reason, leaving you a small message like “no problem princess :) take care <3”

When you hear a knock at your door later, you open up to be met with a smiling Jaemin. He brings you flowers, your favourite snacks that he just knows you’re craving at this time of month, and most importantly his comforting presence. You sigh and open your mouth to talk but Jaemin cuts you off.

“I know what you’re gonna say. You’re tired, you feel icky, and you don’t wanna do anything. I know, baby.” He smiles and lets himself in, “But, I missed you, and I wanted to spend time with my favourite girl.”

He sets the flowers and snacks on the counter. “How about a movie marathon? I brought your favs.” He says as he pulls you in a hug.

You know you can never resist him, and honestly, you were pretty bummed that you had to cancel your plans earlier.

You wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his chest, “Thank you, Jaem…” you mumble against him.

He hugs you tighter and presses a kiss to your hair, “Mmh, of course, baby.” He pulls away just slightly, “You go grab a blanket and make yourself comfortable, yeah? I’ll set everything up.”

You hum and leave to grab some blankets from your room. When you come back, the tv is already on Netflix and the snacks are on the table.

Jaemin pats the seat next to him on the couch, and you waste no time plopping down next to him.

He wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer, pressing a quick kiss to your temple, “Love you,” he simply says.

You smile and snuggle up against him.

Jaemin really knew how to turn even your worst days into being a little (a lot) better.

[blueberry3241]

Nct dream reaction you accidentally tell him “I Love You” for the first time

↷Pairing : nct dream x reader ↷Genre : Fluff, Romantic Comedy, Slice of Life, Soft Angst ↷word count : 3.2k words

Disclaimer : This is an original work of fiction. All characters, settings, and story elements are my own creation. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Please do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt this work without my explicit permission.

Masterlist

Mark

It’s a tuesday, and you're sitting on his studio floor, legs crossed, eating cold noodles straight from the takeout container while he tweaks the levels on some beat he’s been obsessing over for three days.

he looks tired but beautiful, like some tragic indie prince, and he’s humming under his breath.

and you’re not even thinking. you’ve got soy sauce on your lip and your feet are cold and he’s just... him.

you glance up.

“you’re such a genius. i love you.”

your mouth keeps moving like you didn’t just drop a word bomb that could detonate your entire situationship.

the track stops.

he turns slowly in his swivel chair, headphones still on his neck, blinking like his brain’s trying to reboot.

“what did you just say?”

you freeze mid-bite.

“…i said you’re a genius?”

“no. after that.”

“uh. i love… noodles?”

he’s on the floor next to you in two seconds flat, chopsticks forgotten, hands on your knees.

“say it again.”

“mark—”

“say it again.”

you groan, covering your face.

“i love you, okay? i wasn’t planning to say it like that, it just came out—”

he kisses you.

no warning. no build-up. just his mouth on yours, warm and a little desperate, like he’s been waiting for this exact moment.

“good,” he murmurs when he pulls back. “because i’ve been in love with you for weeks and it was starting to make me weird.”

“you’re already weird,” you grumble, heart doing cartwheels.

“yeah, but like, more. like writing songs about your hoodie weird.”

“wait. which hoodie.”

“don’t worry about it.”

Renjun

You’re painting. or trying to.

he invited you over to “relax and do art together” and now your canvas is a disaster of colors and regret while his looks like something that belongs in a minimalist gallery in paris.

“you don’t even try,” you grumble, throwing a blob of blue at him.

he dodges like a trained ninja. “you’re just mad because i’m a prodigy.”

you roll your eyes. “i love you, but you’re insufferable.”

the brush drops from your hand.

you freeze.

renjun’s head whips around so fast it’s like you just told him you burned his favorite sketchbook.

“you what.”

your eyes go wide. “i didn’t—i meant like, platonic—”

“platonic? we’ve been dating for six months.”

“yeah but i wasn’t gonna say it yet!”

he stares. you stare. the paint dries slowly between you.

then—softly, so softly—you hear it.

“say it again.”

“i…” you swallow. “i love you.”

he walks over, kisses your paint-stained cheek, and goes, “good. now i don’t have to pretend i wasn’t practicing how to tell you for the last three days.”

“you were practicing?”

he pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. it says:

“I love you. (don’t panic. make eye contact. breathe.)”

you burst out laughing. he tackles you into a hug, and you both end up covered in paint and feelings.

Jeno

You’re at the gym. why? because you lost a bet.

jeno’s lifting weights like it’s nothing while you’re three squats away from spontaneous combustion.

“you okay?” he grins.

“no. i hate you. i love you. shut up.”

and just like that, it’s out.

his weights clatter to the floor.

you pretend like you didn’t say anything, staring at the wall like it owes you money.

“what was that middle part?” he asks, breathless.

“‘i hate you?’ because i do. passionately.”

“nope. next one.”

“‘shut up?’”

“before that.”

you groan. “jeno, drop it.”

“say it.”

you glare at him. “fine. i love you. happy now?”

he walks over, wraps an arm around your sweaty, miserable self, and kisses your forehead like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

“beyond happy,” he says, voice low. “also, you’re doing those squats wrong.”

“i literally just confessed my love. give me five minutes before you critique my glutes.”

“never.”

Haechan

You’re fighting. not seriously. more like a “you ate the last slice of cake and now i want to throw hands” kind of fight.

“you knew i wanted it.”

“you said, ‘i might eat that later.’ that’s not a binding contract!”

“you’re unbelievable. i love you but i hate you.”

his mouth drops open.

“excuse me?”

you blink.

haechan is already doing a little victory dance. “hold on. rewind. say that part again.”

“the part where you’re unbelievable?”

“noooo. the other part.”

you toss a pillow at him. “it was an accident!”

“yeah, well, i love you too, even if you’re dramatic and weird about desserts.”

he tackles you onto the couch, giggling like a maniac, peppering kisses over your face.

“now we’re even,” he whispers. “you stole my cake. i stole your heart.”

“get out.”

“never. i live here now.”

Jaemin

He’s braiding your hair. for no reason. it’s just a thing he does when you’re both sleepy and curled up watching dramas.

he’s halfway through a french braid when you murmur, half-asleep, “i love you.”

he freezes.

like full statue mode.

“what did you say?”

you open one eye, realizing too late what just fell out of your mouth.

“...i was talking to the cat.”

“we don’t have a cat.”

“...the imaginary one.”

he puts the comb down, turns you gently to face him.

his expression is unreadable.

“do you mean it?”

you nod, suddenly shy. “yeah. i do.”

he pulls you into his lap, arms wrapped around you like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

“i love you too,” he says into your hair. “i think i have for a while. i just… didn’t wanna scare you.”

you nuzzle into his chest, heart doing flips.

“you’re the least scary person i know.”

“good. then i can keep braiding your hair and planning our wedding in my head.”

“what.”

“nothing.”

Chenle

You’re in his car, blasting music and yelling out the lyrics.

he’s singing off-key on purpose and you’re wheezing from laughter, and when he makes a terrible pun mid-song, you blurt:

“ugh, i love you.”

then you slap a hand over your mouth like it’ll take it back.

he turns the music down, all mock-serious.

“say that again.”

“nope.”

“say it or i’ll play my trot playlist at full volume.”

you squint. “you wouldn’t.”

he reaches for the aux cord.

“OKAY. I LOVE YOU. YOU’RE AN IDIOT AND I LOVE YOU.”

he grins so hard it looks like it hurts.

“good. because i was about to say it too, but i was scared you’d laugh at me.”

“why would i laugh?”

he shrugs. “because i was gonna do it with a sock puppet.”

“…what.”

“he has a little heart on his chest and everything.”

“i have so many questions.”

“too bad. you're in love with me.”

Jisung

You’re playing a co-op game and he keeps losing on purpose to make you laugh.

“stop throwing!”

“i’m not!”

“you literally jumped into the lava.”

“it was a tactical decision.”

“i swear to god. i love you but i will unplug your controller.”

his eyes go wide.

you panic.

“uh. i mean like, game love. teammate love. comrade love—”

he pauses the game.

“you love me?”

you groan into your hands. “i accidentally love you, okay?”

he reaches over, tugging your hands away from your face.

“don’t take it back.”

you look at him. really look. he’s a little pink in the cheeks, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve.

“i’m not,” you whisper. “i meant it.”

he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for a year.

“i love you too.”

then he grins.

“but i’m still winning the rematch.”

“not a chance.”

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Love Me Right (M)

synopsis: your heart shatters when you find out your husband is cheating on you with another woman. as revenge, you begin a scandalous relationship of your own with the mistress' husband.

word count: 12K+

warnings: cheating, unprotected sex, wall sex, cum eating, fingering, slight exhibitionism, oral (m & f receiving, some questionable actions by characters, softdom!jaemin, big dick jaem

(not proofread)

As the years passed, you failed to notice the lack of attention your husband was giving you. Late nights filled with warm cuddles turned into plenty of excuses of being tired and stressed from work. Your husband giving you just a kiss to the cheek before pulling the sheets over his shoulders and closing his eyes. Yet you refused to think something was wrong. "He's just tired from work" you'd tell yourself every time you had the sour feeling of fear stirring in your gut that your husband was starting to love you less and less everyday.

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Getting married was the happiest day of your life. The excitement you felt the day the prettiest white wedding dress hugged your body was forever imprinted in you head, not being able to hold back a smile whenever you were reminded by the fact you married the love of your life. Every night was filled with childish giggles, snuggling and never ending kisses every where. It was a fairytale life for you.

It was only a while later your husband started acting more giddy. He'd come home from work to greet you with a childish smile, pressing a long kiss to your cheek and mumbling compliments before heading off to shower. You thought things were finally getting better. Maybe he got a promotion? Maybe he was praised by his boss more. Whatever is was, a wave of relief washed over you after that.

"Babe, get ready by 7pm, we're having dinner with a colleague of mine" Your husband said to you one day. "Dress nice, we're going to a pretty fancy restaurant" He says with a dazed smile as he looked through his closet, finding his best suit. You sat in bed, sheets pulled over your legs and a fashion magazine open in your hands. "Oo, what's the occasion and who's this colleague of yours?" You ask. "She's my project partner. We're working together on this project that's going really well with a bunch of other people. I invited the others but they were all busy" Then he turns to look at you with a grin, the suit he was looking for held in one hand. It was ironed beautifully thanks to you. "She's amazing. I can't wait for you to meet her"

You only smiled.

☆

Upon arriving at this fancy looking Italian restaurant, you notice your husband's eyes darting all over the place in search of his colleague. His eyes almost glimmered when he saw her. Your gaze followed his until they landed on the infamous woman your husband had been mumbling about. She was drop dead gorgeous, and part of your self esteem dropped dead in your stomach. You hide the deep inhale you took when you saw her. Like you used to, endless words of comfort flooded your head in attempts to drown out the fear, doubt and over thinking in your head. Thankfully for you, it did in fact manage to calm your nerves down.

"Sejun!" the woman exclaimed happily when the two of you walked closer. Both your husband and her opened their arms for a quick embrace, the smile you had feeling more forced as you wonder if this is a normal thing for coworkers to do. You glanced at her partner, noticing the tint of worry in his eyes that were the same as yours.

Sat next to your husband's colleague was a well dressed man. His hair styled perfectly to bring out the charm of his face. His eyes were just as sparkly as the woman's. Noticing the protective hand that was placed on her lap, you could only assume this man was her boyfriend or even husband.

"I'm y/n" you introduce, smile smaller now as you extend your hand towards his for a handshake - much more normal, you think.

"Jaemin" he introduces in return, reciprocating your friendly smile.

When your husband and his coworker finally let go after what felt like forever, all of you took a seat. You sat opposite of Jaemin while your husband sat opposite his coworker.

"Oh, my name is Hyejoo by the way" she says as if finally acknowledging your presence. Her hand extends towards you and you take it in for the handshake. Her hand yanked away from yours just a second after contact, almost as if she didn't want to be touching you. Your heart sours, feeling weird.

The dinner goes on as it should with Hyejoo and your husband eagerly ordering all the enticing looking dishes that none of you have seen nor tried before. Every so often, you and Jaemin would glance at each other, not very sure what to say to each other or how to act. It felt as though the two of you were kids, forced to sit across from each other as your mums talked away.

"Do you know what project they're working on?" you ask Jaemin with an awkward chuckle to finish your sentence. He responds with an equally awkward smile, shaking his head. "Said it was some big company project too complicated for her to explain. Just told me it was very important" You nod, not knowing what to say next.

Even when the food arrived, placed in front of you with delicious steam floating in the air, not even once did your husband acknowledge you or your food. He didn't ask what you were eating, if he could try a bite. He only thanked the waiter, immediately going back to his conversation with Hyejoo. You looked down, playing with your fingers.

"Hey, you okay?" Jaemin asks when he notices your strange behavior. You force a smile and Jaemin almost believed it. "I think I just had a cramp"

When dinner finally comes to an end and Hyejoo calls it a night, you resist the urge to scream in relief when you feel like your husband wrap an arm around your waist and bid Hyejoo goodnight. Similarly, Jaemin had a hand around Hyejoo's waist, the small barely there smile on his face looking more annoyed and forced the longer you stared. You could almost see him burning your husband with his eyes, jaw getting tense the longer the it took for the two of them to finally stop talking and part ways. The final goodbye leaves their lips after what felt like forever and Jaemin glances over to you, the smile on his face turning from forced to more genuine when he nods his head towards you, that being his own way of saying goodnight. You reciprocate the action and all of you go home.

☆

Honestly, you thought that dinner would be the end of things. You had already met the girl, what else did you have to do? Well apparently, a lot of visiting. Sejun insisted on heading over to Hyejoo's place at least twice a week so that they could have more time to discuss the project. When you asked him why he just had to go to her place to work instead of leaving it till the next day at the office, all he said was "Well, I didn't want you to feel jealous so I thought you might as well come along with me"

You didn't know how to feel about that answer. Some part of you said, aww he cares about my feelings. While the other part of you wanted to hack into his brain and see what was really going on. Were you just overreacting or was this just a really weird thing?

The first time you went over to her place, you hated yourself for being so impressed by the designing of her home. The decor was top tier and her house was absolutely spotless, not a single thing out of place.

"How about a house tour?" She claps happily. "Then I'll start preparing our dinner for tonight"

"That sounds like a great idea!" Sejun responds with a big grin. "You did some reno recently too right? " She hums back in delight. Hyejoo gives a fantastic house tour and when you check your phone, your brows furrow in surprise seeing how it too almost 40 minutes to look around her house. "God I didn't think a house tour would be so tiring" you say with a soft laugh to Sejun while Hyejoo was busy searching her closet for something. "If you're tired you can go rest" He replies, snatching away the little smile you had. His reply was monotone, saying it as if it was dumb of you to not have backed out of the tour midway when you got tired. "Yeah.. " you try to laugh it off but the silence somehow only got louder and louder. "I'm gonna just.. " you point to the direction of the kitchen. When you receive no reply or reaction from Sejun, you just walk away, shoulders slumped and heart souring.

In the kitchen, Jaemin was on his phone munching away on some almonds and quietly laughing at whatever he was looking at. Hearing the footsteps coming closer towards him, he looks up with a glimmer in his eyes and a wide grin. Though both of those sparks slowly die down when he realizes it's only you. "Oh hi y/n." He says, "Done with the tour already?"

You shake your head, taking a seat in front of him. "No, I got tired and thought it'd be a genius idea to go rest since my I'm just so tired" You say almost mockingly with a roll of the eyes. Jaemin, not knowing if he should ask what's up or keep quiet, solves all his problems by sliding over his bowl of almonds to you. "Nuts?"

...

"Alright I hope you guys love steak because I'm great at cooking i- aw shucks" Hyejoo's voice turns poutier when she opens her refrigerator to find a lack of meat. "I thought I bought some just a few days ago" she murmurs. "Jaemin, didn't I buy some steak just two days ago?" She turns around to look at her husband, one hand on her hip and her lips downturned into a pout.

"I think you bought chicken, honey" Jaemin replies. You could see the softness in his eyes as he looked at his wife and you almost envied her. Glancing over to your own husband, you wondered when was the last time he even looked at you that way. "I did? Aw man, I have to go buy some steak now!" Hyejoo exclaims. "Why don't you just use what you've already bought? Saves you the hassle of going out to buy it again' Jaemin says. " I promised Sejun I'd cook him my signature steak. I've been bragging about it all week." Hyejoo replies while grabbing her purse. "Sejun, can you follow me to the supermarket to get some steak? Maybe we can go get some extra stuff for dinner too"

Jaemin's jaw drops open a little, getting out of his seat. "Why don't I just follow you, Hye"

Hyejoo looks up at him and places a tender hand to his cheek. "You stay here with y/n okay? Can't have a stranger all alone in our house" She jokes with a laugh. "No Offense y/n, you're a lovely girl"

You don't even reply, only throwing her an awkward nod and chuckle, trying to make it look like you actually found her lousy joke funny.

"Come on Jun, let's hurry!" Hyejoo grabs onto your husband and pulls him out of the house without another word. "We'll be right back!" you hear her say before the door slams shut and it's locked.

You look over at Jaemin who looks just as defeated as you.

"So... " you begin with an awkward tone, walking over to Jaemin who had his tongue poking at his cheek with an annoyed glare. His glare wasn't towards you yet you could feel the fire burning from his eyes. He was no doubt jealous, and understandably so. You were jealous too. "This is totally normal right?" you ask, taking a seat by the gorgeous marble island, not too far from Jaemin who had slumped into his seat at the dining table.

"I don't know" He mumbles, voice deep and hoarse, not quite in the mood for anything at that point. "I don't have group projects with my colleagues"

"As a gal that works under the marketing department like them... there are times where group projects take a lot of time. Just to make sure everything goes smoothly, y'know?"

Now, Jaemin sits ups right, both hands slamming against the table not in anger, but to make a point.

"This doesn't feel like a project to me. How is this a formal, proper work project if only two members are working on it? This isn't high school where the rest of your group can just laze around while two people work hard on the project"

Getting up, you head over to the dining table and sit across from Jaemin who started looking tenser by the second. "We shouldn't worry too much. There's probably an explanation to all this. After all, they're working under Neo Corp, everyone is crazy busy all the time"

Jaemin lets out a deep exhale, eyes falling shut. "Yeah, you're probably right. I'm just overreacting"

As you provide more words of comfort to the male in front of you, you begin to wonder just how much of your own words you believe.

...

"Seriously? Macarons are way too sweet. I think something like strudels are a much better tea time snack" You reply to Jaemin, the both of you somehow ending up in a long debate about the superior kind of dessert as a way to distract the both of you from your spouse's long work project. "I just love sugar" Jaemin answers with a shrug.

"We're back!" the door opens revealing an excitedly Hyejoo at the back. She almost looked giddy as she held up a plastic bag with steak in it. "Who's ready to have the best steak of their life!"

You and Jaemin look over at each other before raising your hands. "Me"

...

Hyejoo's steak was mouth watering. You and Sejun left the house feeling sleepy and full. Your tongue rolled around in your mouth, desperate to find any remaining flavour from the steak. Even the tiniest hint of residue in your mouth had you humming in delight.

The door to your home closes with a light slam. You stretch and yawn, yearning for the warmth of your bed and your husband. As you finish brushing your teeth and hopping into your bed with your husband following behind, you finally ask him a question that lingered in your head since your earlier conversation with Jaemin.

"Sejun" you begin, your husband humming in response to the call of his name as he slips under the covers next to you. "Why is it that only you and Hyejoo are working so hard on this project together? How about your teammates" You curl up against his arm, the male leaning against you and placing a gentle hand on your head. "Hyejoo and I are the brains of the project. We're in charge of planning everything out, and once we're done with that, the others help to arrange everything. Make sure everything makes sense and looks good. Then we have a final meeting to finalize everything. Am I worrying you by working with Hyejoo too much?"

His calming voice was like poison in your mind. Your eyebrows furrow sadly and you pout, nodding at his question.

"Ngaw.. " he twists his body so that he's able to press a tender kiss to your head. "I'm sorry I made you feel that way, baby. But you don't have to worry about anything okay? Hyejoo is just my colleague. Plus... at the end of the day, I have a gorgeous wife waiting for me at home. I always look forward to that." His words as you sniffling happily, cuddling into him further and throwing a leg over his thighs.

"Thanks for the reassurance" you murmur.

"Of course" He places a hand under your chin, making you look up at him. "I love you" He presses a kiss to your lips. The kiss prolongs, tongues are intertwining with each other and soon enough, he's hovering above you, hand slowly tracing down to your pants.

...

Visits to Hyejoo's place become uncommon for you now. You felt as though your relationship with your husband was going back to normal, and what's even better was that you were forming a pretty lovely friendship with Jaemin. The both of you finding new shared hobbies at every meeting.

"You can cook??" You say with a gasp, Jaemin throwing the cockiest smile and waving a hand at you. "Not gonna brag but, I'm an amazing chef. I had a roommate back in college. That guy wakes me up at 3am everyday just to make him some eggs to satisfy his weird midnight cravings. Kinda fell in love with cooking after that. " Jaemin lets out a chuckle. "Lucky bastard... He got to eat gourmet food as u started learning how to up my egg cooking game. And now I'm here, cooking premium meats every other week"

"Well if you're really the shit, how bout you make some gourmet meal right now" You challenge.

"Sure" Jaemin shrugs, getting out of his seat. "What do you want? Meat? Rice? Pasta?"

Before you can even answer, he's already opening the fridge. "Ah, how about truffle pasta. I'm great at making that. I think you'll love it" He doesn't even turn around to see if you agree, instead taking out everything he needed to make the dish.

Soon enough, Jaemin is washing vegetables, cutting ingredients, preparing to prove to you just how great he is at cooking. Watching him dice onions and garlic with crazy impressive knife skills made your heart dance. Men who could cook will always be insanely attractive to you. And Jaemin fit that standard perfectly. Your own husband had always refused to talk about cooking. Constantly changing the topic before you even get to mention it. Not gonna lie, it pissed you off sometimes but when he said he only felt that way because he was always nagged by his mother and grandmother to cook, you huffed and let it slide.

Watching Jaemin cook was hypnotizing. With every move he made, you could see clearly how he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Bon apetit, madam" he says, laying the beautifully plated truffle pasta in front of you. Your jaw drops at the sight. Presentation was top tier and the smell of it was mouth watering. Something twitched in your chest when you looked up to see him with a cocky smirk on his face. "What are you waiting for? Have a taste" He says. You pick up the fork, twirling the pasta and taking a bite. Needless to say, you almost cried and Jaemin was pumping his fists in the air declaring victory.

...

It was yet another day at Hyejoo's house. Both she and your husband were upstairs in her mini office discussing marketing strategies and new never used ideas. Downstairs, you were with Jaemin watching a scary movie. Just to up the fear factor, you guys watched an Indonesian horror movie. While you were accustomed to the horror style of Southeast Asian horror films, Jaemin was not. With every suspenseful move from the main character, Jaemin was flinching. "Why are the houses in horror films always so dark?" he complains with a grimace, hands twitching about anticipating something big to happen.

"Na Jaemin being a scaredy cat for horror movies was not in my bingo card" you laugh. "Oh, shut up" he replies, sending a smack to your arm right after making you burst out in silent laughter. Your attempts at laughing quietly fail horribly when a jump scare finally happens and Jaemin practically jumps in his seat, buff and heavy body making the couch screech against the floor by barely an inch. "Holy fuccckkk" Jaemin groans out with a hand to his chest, feeling the rapid thumping of his heart beat under his palm. His reaction had you falling on your side curled up into a ball, kicking your feet and you desperately tried to conceal your never ending giggling behind your hand.

"Oh you think that's funny huh" Jaemin says.

You're about to laugh out a yes until Jaemin is attacking you with tickles, jabbing you at sensitive areas as payback for you laughing at his misery. You're kicking at him, trying to pry him off you. One final kick has him losing his balance and he manages to save himself from crashing into you by planting a firm hand next to your head. Na Jaemin was now hovering above you and worst of all, your heart was thumping fast - a bit too fast for your liking. There was nothing but silence between the both of you, but neither of you made a move to get out of this strange, not very appropriate position. You noticed how Jaemin's eyes were slowly examining every feature on your face, and when your own eyes trail down from his eyes to his lips, you see him gulp.

The sound of the upstairs door creaking open and muffled chattering of your respective spouses has the two of you in panic mode, immediately getting out of that position and sitting far apart from each other on the couch. Your throat went dry and you could almost hear the sound of your own heart thumping out of your chest.

"Oh! You guys are watching a movie? How fun!" Hyejoo exclaims as she walks down the stairs. Noticing the dark lighting and flashing scenes, she shivered, mentioning how she hates horror and the rest of her yapping was drowned out by the loud thumping of your heart. You didn't even realize she was bidding you goodnight until Sejun places a hand on your shoulder saying it was time to go home. Just before you exit, you turn your head hoping to get one last glance at him; and you do, he gives you a small smile accompanied by a wave goodnight.

☆

Since that little situation with Jaemin, you've been haunted by dreams with him as the main character. Romantic visuals and the feeling of warmth hugging your heart with every dream that comes your way has you waking up in cold sweat, concerned of the images your brain was constantly presenting you. There was a guilt swarming your chest because every time you woke up from one of those dreams, you felt happy, feeling the sense of cute young love again. But that was wrong. So, so very wrong. You were a married woman and Jaemin a married man. How can you even think of him that way?

"You okay?" Sejun's question breaks you out of your daydream.

"Yeah" you answer, throwing him an awkward chuckle. "Just been having strange dreams, that's all. Dreamt Leonardo da Vinci was hiding a secret behind the painting in our living room. Felt way too real I almost felt skeptical"

Sejun smiles at you awkwardly. "Have you been watching way too much mystery shows, babe? It might be getting to your head."

"Maybe"

"Anyways," he places his empty coffee mug into the sink, walking towards you only to press a kiss to your head. "I'll be home late today okay? Got a team meeting and who knows, we might head out for some late night beer afterwards"

"Really? Again"

"It's for work babe, you know that"

"Yeah but there's no way you have to have a meeting every day right? Aren't meetings supposed to be spaced out every few days so you can do touch ups and what not before the next meeting?"

Sejun lets out a deep sigh. "It's my job, Y/n. Okay? I'm getting paid to do this, so let me do my job"

"Right, fine. I'm sorry" you Huff, waving him off.

"It's alright. I love you, remember that okay?"

"Mhm, I love you too"

"That's my girl" Fingers are placed under your chin and your head is guided upwards where your husband places a tender kiss to your lips.

...

It was 11.30pm and the tummy grumbles you've been trying to ignore for the past hour had finally gotten to you. Throwing on the prettiest coat you own and a pair of easy slip on sneakers, you head towards the bakery just a few blocks away from your apartment. The pastries there were to die for and it was the perfect snack for such a late hour.

Greeted by the aroma of freshly baked goods, you're practically floating as you grab a tray and start picking out all the best parties they had. Maybe you had gotten too greedy, having at least 3 different fruit danishes and a cream puff just because you wanted something soft and fluffy. You pay up and head towards the exit, but you bump into a meaty figure before you could even grab the door handle to leave.

"Oh my god I'm so sor- Jaemin?" you gasp in surprise when you look up to see the man of your dreams (literally) standing right in front of you, dressed in a black turtle neck and light blue jeans. Such simple clothes yet his charm was as visible as ever. You almost wanted to throw yourself out the window when you remember that you're wearing the biggest shirt known to man kind and draped in a pretty coat that did not match your outfit at all.

"What a coincidence!" Jaemin sings, wide smile plastered on his face. "What are you doing here at such a late hour?"

"Sejun is still out at the office for a meetings" You Huff, crossing your arms. "And I got hungry so I decided to get something to eat."

"Same! Hyejoo is still working and it's really boring at home. My mouth is starting to get bored so I decided to come out and grab a a snack too." Then Jaemin snaps his fingers. You could practically see a light bulb shining brightly above his head. "Why don't we have a drink together? Like coffee or tea while we eat our pastries. Whaddya say?"

The offer was tempting. Terribly tempting. Going home was boring cause you'd only be watching more tv and eating your pastries alone. Having a night time tea time with Jaemin didn't sound like a bad idea. In fact, it sounded like a great idea.

"I'm in"

The male beams, smiling from ear to ear. "Grab a table. I'll order more pastries and some drinks. Just tell me what you want"

Not too long after, you and Jaemin are seated across from each other with a large tray of pastries. There was a hot long black for Jaemin and a hot cocoa for you.

"Isn't this great?" Jaemin asks, picking up his favorite macaron and taking a bite. "Tea time at midnight? Really interesting if I do say so myself, surprised this place is even still open at this hour."

You chuckle, agreeing with him as he takes another bite.

"Hyejoo never does these kind of things with me anymore. All of a sudden, she's the busiest person I know and we're barely spending time together." Jaemin is grabbing another macaron to eat, the glimmer in his eyes fading slightly. "I know this sounds crazy but it almost feels as though we're strangers... it sounds insane because I'm literally married to her. Yet it feels like I'm living with some random girl"

"Hey... It's alright. Things happen y'know? People get busy. But she's just working, nothing to worry about." You tell him.

"But I do worry. " He says. "Feels like she's hiding something from me but I don't have any proof. When I ask, she tells me it's nothing. And when I think too deeply on it, I'm wondering if I'm the problem. Amni doing something wrong? Is that why she's hiding something from me?"

"I don't think she's hiding anything, Jaemin. I don't know. But I too am just trying to be open minded. Marketing does get hectic sometimes..."

Jaemin sighs, grabbing a Danish and terrifyingly, he downs it in one bite - mouth puffing up like a chipmunk.

The heavy mood slowly begins to fade when you compare Jaemin to a chipmunk with his full cheeks. The man, although feeling a heavy weight on his heart cracks a smile.

"Do i?" he asks with full cheeks and you nod with a smile.

Jaemin chews his food properly, chipmunk cheeks gone.

"Aw, chipmunk Jaem has disappeared" you say with a faux pout. "I'll miss him so much  he was kinda cute"

"Oh really?" The mood lightens up fully now. As the night goes on, you and Jaemin continue to joke around, get into more silly debates and talk about your first times doing different things. The heavy mood from earlier had long faded away and Jaemin was feeling much better. There was a happy warmth swarming his chest everytime you smiled and laughed. Each time you giggled, he was determined to see more of it, cracking more silly puns and making weird facial expressions just because it cracked you up so much. For the first time in a while, Jaemin felt free of his own thoughts. There was no worry and fear lurking in his head, just serotonin and silliness.

Eventually, the shop begins to close, meaning it was time to wrap up.

"Tonight was great" Jaemin says. "Though it was only an hour, I had a great time. I don't feel sad anymore. Thanks"

"Pffft" You wave him off. "It was nothing. Just two friends hanging out. But yeah, I had a great time too thanks to you"

As Jaemin debates what to do next before the two of you part ways, he's almost terrified when an image pops into his head and disappears before he could fully register it.

"You can't do that, you're a married man" He screams at himself in his head. When he finally realizes he's been talking to himself for a bit too long,  he snaps out of it and opens his arms. "Hug?"

You agree, almost jumping at his action but you manage to hold back, going in for a normal hug like normal people do. Like normal friends do.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow night? I know they're gonna meet up for the project again at your place"

"Yeah, they are." Jaemin clears his throat. "Then uh, goodnight! Get home safe alright. Oh- you should give me your number so I can make sure you get home safely. I don't know what I'd do with myself if I knew you got hurt"

"Right- uh" Jaemin hands you his phone and you tap your number into his phone.

"Send me a text when you get home alright?" Jaemin says.

"Will do. Night!" You send him a wave and he waves back.

The both of you walk in the opposite direction back home.

As he walks home, Jaemin's mind goes haywire with the image of him kissing you goodnight running through his head, replaying over and over. Meanwhile, you have a hard time shaking off the the memory of embracing Jaemin. His scent and warmth so comforting to you, almost intoxicating.

"What's wrong with me..." The both of you mumble to yourselves.

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"11pm.. " you mumble to yourself, leg tapping anxiously against your carpeted floor while your eyes were glued onto the digital clock next to your TV. Hours after your husband's work dinner was supposed to end, he was still no where to be seen. Calls were not being picked up, messages were left on delivered, you were going insane. Bottling up with anxiety and fear, you get up from the couch, grab your keys and drive off to the location of your husband's work dinner.

"Sorry ma'am, they left about 2 hours ago" The cashier tells you and part of you wanted to scream.

"Ah, I see. Thanks" you give the lady a smile and exit. Once back in the car, you fold your arms, head leaned back against the headrest. "Where would they go after a work dinner... " The first answer that came to your mind was Jaemin's house. Maybe after dinner, Sejun and Hyejoo decided to go back and continue working. As you send Jaemin a quick text to ask if they were there, a wave of annoyance flushes through you. But you'd much rather have your husband over at their place than being in danger god knows where.

Jaemin: no, they're not here either. hyejoo isn't picking up my calls too.

Jaemin's answer makes your stomach drop. Well fuck, if they weren't there, where else could they be?

You: I'm gonna go to their office. hopefully they're there, if not I'm seriously gonna file a police report.

Jaemin: I'll head to their office too.

Parking outside the office building, you greet the security guard that you see every day when sending lunch boxes over to your husband.

"Hi, Mr Noh" you greet. "Did you see Sejun? They had a company dinner hours ago and h3 isn't picking up my phone calls"

"Oh, Sejun was just here a while ago. I haven't seen him leave yet so I think he should still be inside" Mr Noh replies and a wave of relief washes over you.

"Thank god" you Huff in relief. "Thank you so much" Giving Mr Noh a thanksful Pat on the shoulder, you speed walk into the office and up the elevator, pressing on the floor that your husband worked on.

The hallways were dim and quiet, just a few emergency lights giving light in the hallways. the dead silence made it feel like you were in a horror movie, serial axe murderer or vengeful ghost hiding somewhere in the shadows, preparing to attack. As your mind continued to play tricks on you by convincing you that you saw moving shadows, the sound of a giggle makes you jolt.

Fuck, is this place really haunted?,, you wondered. Then there was another giggle, but this time it was deeper, like it came from a male.

"I can't believe we're doing this here" the female voice says. You felt your stomach stir, instantly recognizing the voice that belonged to Hyejoo. "We work on this desk" she says.

"That's what makes it thrilling isn't it?"

Yeah, you were about to vomit. Because that was your husbands voice. You could never be more sure. Of course, you've heard his voice for years. It was the same voice who hummed songs to you to help you fall asleep on restless nights.

"You're right" she says with a giggle. The male - your husband, lets out a low chuckle. Then there's to sound of lips being pressed against each other. Loud, sloppy, then there's moaning and groaning.  Your legs began to give out, slapping a hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming and crying out loud. The moans get louder, the sound of clothes being taken off and what you could only assume to be the office desk creaking. You wanted to kill him. You didn't even have to take a peek to know what they were doing. Finally, you find the strength to run out the building, holding it the tears threatening to spill out and show just how weak you felt.

When you got to the ground floor, elevator doors opening, you made a run for it. Far from them, you cried freely. Sobbing into your palm, your vision got blurry from the tears. With your blurry vision, you didn't notice as you ran straight into a muscled body. Then it finally hit you that Jaemin said he'd be coming too. You sniff, looking up to see Jaemin's concerned face.

"What's wrong?" he asked, voice laced with so much genuine concern that you dropped to your knees, sobbing and Jaemin getting on his knees to be on your level.

"They- they" God, you couldn't even speak properly, throat constricting, struggling to even breath. The only thing you could do was grab Jaemin's forearm, gripping so hard that you knew you were going to mark him. "I heard them." you force yourself to mutter. "They were kissing. And they're about to do God knows what else up there"

Jaemin didn't even need to ask who you were talking about. The suspicions he'd been trying to store away finally coming to light with your words. His eyes tear up, but he sucks in a deep breath trying to stay strong. It's hard, he wants to scream and break something. He couldn't do that. So, he closed his eyes and pulled you into his embrace, rubbing a hand up and down your back as you cried into his chest, keeping your strong grip on his forearm. It hurt, but Jaemin preferred this physical rather than the one tearing at his heart.

After minutes, he lifts you up with him. "Let's go." he says.

You stop your crying to look up at him, confused. "Where do we go? Do we just go home and pretend as if nothing happened?"

He shakes his head, not saying a thing but instead guiding you to his car.

"What about my car?" you asked as you opened the door to the passenger seat, guiding you inside. "Let them see. Let them realize that we know" he replies, closing your door and walking over to the driver's seat. He starts the engine, eyes lacking its usual spark. "We're going to a hotel"

---

Jaemin drives the both of you to the furthest hotel from your neighbourhood, claiming that the two of you needed this distance. He books a room for the both of you to stay the night in. Unfortunately the only room available had a queen bed and a single bed. Jaemin gladly let you take the queen sized bed.

With no other clothes but the ones you arrived in, the two of you just decide to get into bed and get some rest, or at least try to.

Neither of you open your mouths to talk about what happened. Hearts aching and anger boiling in your veins, you began to tear up. Your son of a bitch brain playing disgusting scenes of the traitor you once loved with that sly fox. Giggling and touching in the quiet office room at the dead of night. Your fists clenched, wanting nothing more than to punch the both of them bloody. You didn't even realize you began sobbing out loud until your bed dips and you hear Jaemin's honey voice, as sweet as ever despite the fact he was probably and also most likely fighting ten different emotions at the same time.

"Hey, it's alright" Jaemin says in attempt to comfort you. He didn't know what to say, still trying to wrap his head around this new reality. "It's none of our fault"

You sit up in your bed and look at Jaemin with your blood shot eyes. "Of course it isn't" You sniff, using your hand to wipe away a tear that slipped from your eye. "They're the fucking traitors here. How long have they been doing this behind our backs?" You question, voice getting louder as rage begins to flood your entire system. You've never been a violent person, but now you sure as hell wanted to get violent. "He's been sweet talking me for weeks. Telling me everything is fine while he's been screwing some girl behind my back. And he dares" You had to pause, head feeling heavy from all the pent up anger.

"He dares to make me feel loved when he knows he barely feels a thing for me anymore. That's my last straw. " Jaemin cups your face with his hand, thumb brushing away the tears that began streaming down your face. "Do I look fucking stupid to him? Like a toy that he can play with when he felt like it? Does he-" you're silenced when Jaemin leans in pressing his lips against yours. Your brain goes haywire with the way his soft lips began to move against yours like a spell with you following in pursuit. Eyes falling shut as you indulged.

Acting like this didn't make either of you a better person. But in the moment, you felt like you deserved this. The feeling of being loved properly. The feeling of being loved by a man.

The kissing gets deeper as Jaemin adjusts his body to face you properly, both his hands now cupping your cheek as he swipes a tongue against your lower lip to which you gladly let him intrude. You fall back into the bed, soft mattress engulfing your body. Hands roam his back and his sly hands trace themselves from your stomach to the waistband of your bands. The two of you finally pull away, Jaemin's hands one move away from intruding your private space.

"Is this the right thing to do?" Jaemin murmurs quietly, hot breath against your lips. You could feel how unsure he felt, being on the thin line between desire and the urge to get revenge on both your spouses. You were on the same boat as him, but your mind was hazy, seeing nothing but red. There was no lie that you had unwillingly felt a strong attraction to Jaemin, his small actions making you feel more loved in comparison to the many so called grand gestures your husband tried to do just for the sake of it. Jaemin was hot and kind, the perfect blend of a man that you liked. And here you were, caged in his arms with his hands barely centimeters away from your pussy. You've been played by your no good son of a gun husband, it was only fair that you played him as well.

"Who cares" you whisper against his lips. "They fucked us over, now it's time we do the same to them"

A switch flips in his brain and Jaemin no longer felt guilty. You were right. He had been screwed over with sweet words and gestures, only to be the fool at the end. He wanted to play too. Plus, you were gorgeous, and he hated that you made him feel whole whenever the two of you hung out while your partners were busy working upstairs. Which now you both knew that they were probably fucking rather than working.

His hand finally breaches the elastic of your shorts, middle finger teasing your damp slit through your panties that only got wetter the longer the two of you kissed. Then finally, he pulls your panties to the side and slips a finger in. You pull away from his lips to squeeze your eyes shut and moan as his single digit rubbed your walls so nice. When he added a second finger in, you felt the way he curled his fingers and his blunt nails scratched your g-spot just right.

"Fuck" Jaemin groans, blood rushing to his cock the longer he pumped his digits in and out of your slick hole. "You're so tight... " He directs his focus from his hand in your pants to your eyes. "Does he  even fuck you enough?"

You don't know why but his words make you moan. The room was dark and cold, you could barely make out his features properly and the sound of his fingers pumping in and out of your hole echoed in your ears. You shake your head.

"No, he doesn't" Jaemin pouts. "You poor thing. It's okay.. " He leans into you, lips centimeters away, fingers pulling out if your wet hole. You want to whine but then he's pulling your pants down with one hand. "I'll take care of you" he whispers before planting a kiss on your lips and pulling away to sit on his knees finish getting rid of your shorts and wrecked panties.

Under the yellow light from the lamp on your nightstand, Jaemin could see the mess he made between your thighs. An insatiable hunger grows in his stomach, leaving you no room to process a single thing before he's on his stomach and your thighs are resting against his shoulders.

He kisses up your thigh slowly until he reaches your core, taking a second to admire his piece of work. "God, you're breathtaking" he mumbles. "May I?"

He didn't even have to ask yet he still so politely did so. You give him a nod and you see him flash a greedy smile before his lips attach itself to your cunt and he flicks his tongue on your bud. You throw your head back with a moan, eyes involuntarily squeezing shut at the sensation. Jaemin is motivated by your sweet noises and begins to devour you like a man starved for centuries. He's relentless with his tongue, swirling around your bud just right and lapping up your slit like a dog.

You were in heaven.

Head from your husband didn't even feel this good.

Yet Jaemin was bringing heaven to you, spoiling you with pleasure as he sinks his tongue into your hole, working it in and out and bringing a thumb to rub your clit.

"Fuck fuck fuck please don't stop" you plead in an embarrassingly high voice, pushing his head deeper into your cunt. Your actions only make him greedier. His tongue is back to focusing on your clit while his slender fingers breach your hole again. The pace and alternative movements is perfect. Your toes are curling and your thighs are clenching around his head. With a moan, you come undone on his tongue and the man under you laps up every drop of your release until you're clean.

"Goddamn, " he rises from his position, mouth glistening with your release. "You taste like heaven. Too much of this and you might get me addicted." His sweet words make your hole clench, yearning for more. He gets on all fours, caging you in his arms once again. His dark brown eyes burn right through yours with lust. You think you're over thinking when you feel like he's looking at you with genuine admiration amongst the cloud of desire fogging his eyes. It makes your heart thud.

"Do you want more?" he asks, voice deep and playful. You nod and he gets up on his knees.

"Show me just how much you want me" He nods down at his jeans. "Get me hard"

You gulp, getting up from your position in bed to sit on your knees. Jaemin gets off the bed to stand right at the edge, making it easier for you to unbutton his jeans, pull the zipper down and free his semi hard cock from the constraints of his boxers.

"Go ahead" he says, noting the way you practically salivate at the sight of his cock. Barely hard, but you knew he'd be monstrous when he's ready.

His length is heavy in your hand, big enough that you're unable to fully wrap a fist around his cock.

You bring the tip to your mouth, kitten licking it. His cock twitches and it encourages you. Bringing his dick to your mouth, you suck on the head a few times, focusing on swirling your tongue against his sensitive tip before you are taking his cock inch by inch into your mouth. You could feel him getting hard the more you bobbed your head up and down. Jaemin groans, placing one hand on your head gently, unmoving. "Just like that" he says with a breathy groan. His praise makes you gleam, releasing his length only lick a stripe underneath his shaft and letting your mouth continue its administrations.

The way he begins to grip your hair was a telltale sign that he was getting closer. With the determination to make him cum as hard as you did, you focus on his tip, using your hand to pump the rest of his shaft. Jaemin is practically tugging your hair, the sweet burn in your scalp sending an electric shock to your throbbing clip. Vulgar words are slipping from Jaemin's sweet lips as he finally cums; hot load filling up your throat.

"Fuck" hid grip on your hair loosens and he's panting hard, recovering from the mind blowing head he just got. "You did so well.. " he opens his eyes, lips curling up into a smirk. You smile at him, opening your mouth to show him the cum that sat in your mouth. Without breaking eye contact, you swallow his load, licking your lips in delight.

His cock twitches and he's greedy again, yearning to feel your tight walls wrapped around his cock that stands tall once again; hard and ready to go.

"Since you just sucked the soul out of me, " Jaemin began, "it's only right that I return the favour, isn't it?"

"And how do you intend to repay me?" You ask, batting your eyelashes at him, hole clenching and heart racing with the way he teased you.

Jaemin beckons you over to him and you gladly crawl to the end of the bed to get into his embrace. He dips his head in the crook of your neck, taking a deep inhale. Then you feel his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear before whispering: "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't even remember his name"

"Do it then" you mutter under your breath, reciprocating hid actions and whispering into his ear. "Fuck me hard."

Jaemin lets his hand wander down to the curve of your ass, giving it a squeeze then tapping your hip signaling for you to jump which you do. He catches you easily, walking over to a wall and pressing you against the cold surface. "Ready?" He asks and you nod. Using the sheer strength of his biceps and thigh muscles, he lifts you higher. And when he lowers you down, you feel the bulbous tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. "Scream for me" And he sinks you on his cock. Fat girth stretching you wide and nice, length reaching places you're sure your husband never reached before. To Jaemin's delight, you do in fact scream his name. Your voice was airy and filled with desire, Jaemin basks in the sound of you and begins lifting you up and down on his cock, using those beautiful muscles to fuck you like a toy.

"Ah fuck!" you gasp, feeling him hit your cervix. His pace was relentless and imagining the way his muscles bulged as he brought you down on his cock over and over with no signs of tiredness had you moaning his name like a mantra.

"You're so tight" he manages to say with only a slight hint of struggle. "He doesn't take care of you he way I do, right?"

You shake your head. "N-never" God he was so deep. You felt him everywhere.

"Is that so?" Jaemin coos. His pace begins to slow down and you're able to feel every single vein in his cock along your walls. "I bet he doesn't even know how to make you moan the way I do" Once again, you shake your head.

To your dismay, he pulls his cock out of you, setting you down on your feet. "You poor thing. I have to set an example for him and he isn't even here" he says with an exaggerated sigh. "Well, " he guides you back to the bed, getting you on your hands and knees. "That's too bad isn't it. " His hand roams on the globes of your ass, sighing as he feels the smooth skin under his hot palm. "I guess he'll never get to learn just how to please a woman correctly" His hand grips his cock, giving himself a few pumps before running the top up and down your slit. "He'll continue to sit at home, fucking my wife with his mediocre skills, while I make his own wife, my queen in bed."  he slips in, and you bite your lip. "His loss. " Jaemin finishes his sentence with a hard thrust.

"I make it up to you on his behalf, alright pretty?"  His hips begin to move and you let out a content sigh. "What do you say when someone is treating you like a princess hm?" Jaemin asked with a pointed thrust.

"T-thank you" you stutter, words becoming harder to pronounce, brain going mushy. All the anger that you felt earlier, now clouded by the desire to cum.

"What was that?" his hands trail to your hair, wrapping a fistful in his palm.

"Thank you" you say again, louder this time. But Jaemin was not satisfied.

"I'm sure you have a better vocabulary than that" Now, he pulls your hair, bringing your back to his chest. "Now let me repeat again, what do you say when someone treats you this nicely?"

"Thank you for fucking me so good, Jaemin" Your sentence is rewarded with another thrust. "Thank you so much" you moan out. And finally , Jaemin is satisfied. "You're welcome, pretty"

His hips regain its momentum and he's abusing your hole with his thrusts. Jaemin focuses on chasing his orgasm now, gripping your hips tightly and leaving marks on your soft skin. "Fuck, you feel so good" he groans, throwing his head back. He feels so so good, you think. The way he gripped your hips, his seductive words, and the precise thrusts. This was singlehandedly the best sex you were having in your life. Jaemin leaves trails of wet kisses down your neck, pausing once in a while to groan into your ear. The hand that was grabbing your hair relaxes and makes its way down your clit, rubbing circles.

"Yes yes yes" you cry, feeling your stomach tighten with the incoming orgasm.

"Fuck" Jaemin spits. "Where can I cum, pretty?" He struggles to say, his own incoming orgasm messing his ability to speak.

"Inside. Please cum inside me, Jaemin. Please" The way you begged, the way you began pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts, Jaemin was going insane. His left hand wraps around your waist, holding you tighter against him.

"Fuck, I'm cumming" he moans.

"Me too"

"Cum for me, pretty. Cum on my cock" His lips find its way back to your mouth and you kiss him back. Everything felt too good to be true and finally, you come undone on him. Jaemin spills into your welcoming hole minutes later and the both of you collapse onto the bed. His soft cock slips out of you and you both start to pant.

There's a moment of silence and Jaemin gets out of bed to go to the washroom. The lack of his presence in that minute made your heart clench. The both of you just crossed the line the way your spouses did. Now what?

You don't even have time to think about the consequences when Jaemin comes back with a small wet towel.

"Was I too harsh?" he asks, voice so soft it made your heart clench and melt at the same time. You give him a small smile nd shake your head. "That was the best sex I've ever had"

He smiles in return, placing the wet cloth between your legs and cleaning all the residue.

He takes care of you well after he made you orgasm so hard on his dick. It was such a sweet moment that you contemplate if you should open your mouth and talk or bask in the ambience until the next day. The latter idea sounded so good, but you had to keep yourself grounded.

"Now what" you ask Jaemin. "We're no better than our spouses now. We had sex, they had sex... What now? Do we pretend nothing happened? Go back to our lives and act like this was all a dream?"

Jaemin is quiet. He doesn't know either.

"Do you still love him?"

You pause.

The man you once loved and dreamed of growing old with just played you like a fiddle. He drowned you in sweet lies and indulged you, all as a distraction to hide to fact he was fucking someone behind your back. How could you love someone who toyed with you like that. Despite the years of happiness he gave you, you were uncertain he would even gain your trust again.

You shake your head. "I can't love a man who sees me as an idiot in his sick game. But what about you, do you still love her?"

Jaemin smiles and looks down. But you could see the pain that he hit behind that smile. The look of uncertainty in his eyes. "This isn't the first time... " He says. "Well, it's the first time I actually know she cheated on me. Other times, I just noticed how flirty she got with the men at her office. Right after we got married,  she flaunted her ring to her friends. Now that I think of it, she wasn't just showing off to the girls. She showed off to the men too. It was like some sick game of hers. She was officially taken now, are they still up for the challenge to get her attention?" He looks back up at you. "That's how I saw it. But I was so blind. I was blinded by her sweet smile, the way she reassured me saying it was nothing. And I was a fool to believe her. "

The two of you sat there in silence, dread filling up your systems. The sex you had was great, but it was too soon to help either of you get over what happened today.

"We'll play with them too" You speak, breaking the silence. Jaemin looks at you confused and you elaborate. "We were a pawn in whatever game they're playing. Now we toy with them back. And if they catch us, so what? What are they gonna say? Oh no, how could you do this to me?" You mocked. "But they were the ones fooling around first"

"You want us to go behind their backs as payback?"

You nod.

Jaemin thinks his choices for a second. There's hesitancy in his eyes, but after what seemed like a flashback playing in his mind, he agrees.

"Let's do it"

---

The next morning, Jaemin drives you back home where you see the car you drove to your husband's office parked outside the house. He had called you over 10 times last night and you ignored every single one of them.

"Looks like he's home" you say to Jaemin.

"Want me to walk you in?" he asks and you nod, grateful.

Turning off the engine, Jaemin escorts you to the front door of your own house. The both of you pause in your steps seeing both your spouses sitting on the couch looking disheveled.

"Baby!" your husband exclaims, walking up to you with his arms open and pulling you into a tight hug. "I saw your car at the office last night. I didn't know you came over"

You stiffen, pressing the nail of your thumb into your pointer finger, suppressing your anger as you watched him act innocent.

"Where did you go? I called you so many times last night. The car was there but you were no where to be found" he says.

"I wanted to look for you last night and bumped into Jaemin.... We were about to go into the office building but I started feeling so sick so he drove me to the hospital to have a check up" You explain, looking up at him with the most sorry eyes you could do. "I'm sorry, I should've called you but I was so tired"

"I'm just glad you're okay" he sighs, kissing your head. "So what were you diagnosed with?"

"Food poisoning"

"Oh god... You need to rest, babe. Come, I'll bring you to bed" he holds onto your hand but you stay in place.

"I'm fine now, really. Don't worry" you reassure him with a smile. Then you look over at Hyejoo. "Jaemin is a really kind man. He really took care of me well last night" You shoot a look towards Jaemin who nods.

"Aw, that's so sweet of you, Nana" Hyejoo cheers, reaching up to pinch his cheeks. His body stiffens but both Hyejoo and your husband are none the wiser.

Hyejoo and Jaemin go home after a few more words and your husband insists on you staying in bed. Placing an empty bucket next to your bed, he kisses your forehead and tells you to get well soon. You only know how to smile and close your eyes.

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Your revenge plan was set in stone once you've fully 'healed' from your food poisoning and visiting Hyejoo's home became the normal once again. This time, they were so close to finishing their project with just the final touches left.

While the two of them were in Hyejoo's office probably screwing around, you sat on Jaemin's lap in the laundry room, mouths connected and tongues intertwine.

"Fuck... " Jaemin groans, feeling the way you rolled your hips against his Jean clad hard on. "You're driving me insane... "

"Mm... I know.. " you whisper, hand finding its way to the button of his jeans; unbuttoning and unzipping his pants to pull his cock out from his boxers. "I like to see you excited" you peck him on the lips. "Because it makes me excited too" you stroke him slowly, making sure to rub the tip of his dick with the pad of your thumb. When he throws his head back in pleasure, you latch your lips on his neck, kissing and licking the skin. Your pace begins to quicken and the hold Jaemin has on your hips grows tighter as he came closer. His eyes were squeezed shut, teeth chewing on his bottom lip and finally a groan escaping his cherry red lips as he came into your hand.

You drag a finger on the underside of his sensitive and twitching dick, collecting the cum that was dripping from the tip. When his eyes open again and meet yours, you stick your tongue out, dragging the cum covered finger down your tongue, letting him watch you swallow it.

"You're the devil" he mumbles. Your lips curl up. "I know"

Getting up, Jaemin presses his lips against your, holding you in his arms and turning your around until your butt hits the dryer. When he pulls away from your lips, he takes a step back to yank your pants down before making you face the dryer and bending you over.

"I'll never get tired of this ass" he says, giving it a slap. "But most of all" he traces his finger along your underwear, pulling it to the side as his eyes glimmer at the sight of your wet cunt. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of this pussy" He sheathes himself into your hole in one go, grabbing onto your hips with a good pace. He thrusts deep into you with every move of his hips, pounding you just right.

"Don't stop,  don't stop, don't stop" you repeat, gripping onto the dryer, feeling him reach all the right spots. For a man who was fucking you just to get revenge on his cheating wife, he sure was putting passion into it, putting effort into moving his hips with the right pace to make you feel good.

"I'm gonna cum. Are you close, pretty?"

You nod ferociously.

The thrusts of his hips begin to slow and he places a hand under your right thigh, lifting it up against the dryer and splitting you open. He readjusts his stance, pulls his cock out all the way to the tip before shoving it back in. The force of his thrust leaves your mouth agaped in a silent moan. His hips are relentless, and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin fills the small room along with pants and groans.

"Fuck!" Jaemin groans, spilling into your hole with his warm load. He doesn't even let himself bask in his orgasm, instead overstimulating himself until he feels you clench around his dick and feels you release all over him.

When he releases your leg, you turn around to face him. He's panting, neck and face gleaming with sweat. You feel a clench in your heart as you examine his soft features, feeling your chest thump with excitement when your eyes meet his and he's smiling at you so sweetly. It makes you smile too. Then you're in your arms, cheek pressed against his chest, feeling him shift around before you feel a small handkerchief being dabbed on your forehead, wiping away your sweat.

"Don't worry, it's clean" Jaemin reassures. You don't even answer, only nodding and enjoying the moment. At that moment, nothing felt better than being in Jaemin's arms.

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It was the last night you would ever possibly be going over to Jaemin's place. According to your husband, all they had to do was do a final review and this would all be over. Hyejoo was extra pouty today, claiming that she enjoyed working with your husband so much over the course of this project. You couldn't stand the look on her face. The way she pouted and whined about how this all was gonna be over. But you were sad this was about to end too. The future after tonight looking blurry, not exactly sure what would happen next. Your plan so far was to divorce your husband and that was about it. But first, you wanted to get caught; see their reaction and whatever stupid excuse they would say after.

In the kitchen, you and Jaemin prepared a fruit salad to end the night. A tray of strawberries, watermelon and other berries were placed on the counter. The taste of watermelon was sweet against your tongue but not as sweet as the feeling of Jaemin abusing your cunt with his fingers. Your knees buckled, trying to keep your stance but it was too hard when every drag of his fingers in your gummy walls felt like euphoria. "What do you think they'll say when they catch us?" Jaemin asks between kisses. "How would your husband feel, seeing the way his wife crumbles in pleasure by another man. And even worse, when he sees you enjoy me more than him"

You bite your lip, slick leaking around Jaemin's fingers, struggling to even answer him. "I hope he feels embarrassed."

Lost in the way his fingers played with your sensitive spot, the two of you fail to hear the sounds of footsteps entering the kitchen, only being brought back down to earth when Hyejoo screams. "What the fuck!"

The worse part is, Jaemin doesn't stop. Even as the embarrassment begins to sleep through your skin, you say nothing either. It only takes a moment until your legs give out and you release on his fingers. Jaemin brings his lips to his mouth, sucking his fingers and humming in delight before acknowledging the extra presence in the kitchen. "Oh, I didn't see you guys there"

You fix yourself up, putting on a cold demeanor when you lock eyes with your husband who's eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

Hyejoo is humiliated by Jaemin's words. The way he acted like he didn't even notice her despite her scream.

"What the fuck are you doing, Jaemin?" Hyejoo screams again, eyes turning red and wet with tears.

The male shrugs. "Just having fun" he pauses before he locks eyes with your husband instead. "Like the two of you were doing"

Hyejoo takes a good second to react. No words are said but she storms up to Jaemin ready to slap him, but her attempt fails miserably when he catches her wrist before it can even land on his cheek. He pulls in her and you wince, feeling a sting in your heart as you watch.

He leans into her neck, taking a whiff.

"That's not my cologne.. " he mutters, pulling away. Then he brings her wrist in front of him to examine. "And your wedding ring is gone... Where is it, baby" The once sweet pet name now sounded like poison. The words slicing through Hyejoo's victimized face and you notice her gulp.

"You smell like a man, your wedding ring is gone and another man's lips is swollen. Now tell me exactly what you've been doing, Hyejoo." Jaemin stated firmly. "For how many nights under my own roof have you been screwing with another man?"

"You're wrong!" she exclaims. "You prick, I told you we were working"

And as if things couldn't get even more humiliating for the poor girl, Jaemin sneaks a hand under his skirt. But rather than looking embarrassed to be touched with an audience, Hyejoo instead looks defeated.

Jaemin's jaw clenches at the affirmation.

"You're wet. Why."

"Fine!" she finally breaks. "I cheated on you"

"Hyejoo-" your husband interferes and your own jaw clenches at the way he looked at her, ready to shield her from all this humiliation with a look in his eyes that you've never seen before towards you.

"You're just so boring!" she admits, voice cracking and you didn't know if it was because she was guilty or because she's angry she got caught and the fun was all over. "I needed something new. Something to excite me. I needed a thrill."

"So you screwed behind my back because it was... exciting?"

She looks down, and nods.

Jaemin pulls away and takes a step back away from her.

"Get out"

Hyejoo's head shoots up. "W-what?" her eyes are glimmering with tears and her lips trembling.

"I said get out" Jaemin looks over at Sejun. "You too. Everyone but Y/n, get out of my house" He points towards the door.

"But Jaemin.. "

"Now!" He finally breaks, yelling. Hyejoo bites her lips,  stating at Jaemin with rage as if he was being the asshole her. She grabs her purse on the couch and gets ahold of your husband's hand to storm out.

Your legs move quick before your mind even registers it, running to your husband and pulling him out of Hyejoo's grip.

"Y/n I-" his head whips to the side when you slap him right across the face with all the strength you could muster. In front of you was the man you dreamt about for years, the man you trusted with your whole heart. Yet he says nothing to you, letting his mistress drag him out of the house without sparing a moment for you.

"I trusted you" you speak, voice failing you as it cracks and a rush of years fill your eyes faster than your like. "And you play me like a stupid fool for weeks... "

The stupid man says nothing, not even bothering to look back at you and apologize.

"Let's go! " Hyejoo yanks him away and the idiot walks away like you were nothing to him.

The tears flow freely from your eyes now, and you quickly head back into the house before either of them see you in your weakest moment.

When the door slams shut behind you, you're on your knees sobbing into your palm like you did all those nights ago. You hoped that by getting caught with Jaemin, your husband would feel all the pain you felt. But you were terribly wrong. He was nothing but a heartless prick who only liked sex.

And you were the idiot who still chased after him.

Jaemin walks up to your crying figure, taking your arm and pulling you into a tight hug.

"It's okay.. " he coos. He wants to be the strong one, but his own voice is cracking and tears are pouring from his eyes. The both of you were weal and vulnerable.

"I hate this so much" you stutter in between tears. "I still can't believe he did all that. Everything up till now, he's been what I thought was the greatest person of all, but at the end, he discards me like I'm nothing to him. And all for a woman he met months ago" you grip onto Jaemin's shirt. "I want to kill him"

"Don't waste your energy like that" Jaemin says. "We move on from them starting from now. You can cry all you want, as long as you get it all out and you forget that son of a bitch"

Pulling away from Jaemin, you look at him and the way his eyes watered despite his neutral face. Even with how badly hurt he was, he was still trying to be the source of comfort.

A sweet soul like him didn't deserve any of this.

And neither did you.

You and Jaemin sit on the floor for what felt like an hour. At some point, Jaemin moved the two of you towards the back of the couch so that he could rest against something as you leaned against his chest, playing with his fingers.

The storm is your heart had began to fade, now replaced by feeling of being lost and confused.

You and Jaemin were only together just to mess with your cheating partners. And as you lay against him, feeling the way his chest rose and fell everytime he breathed, you felt more comfort than you ever felt with your ex. His presence made you feel heard and protected, recalling all the times he listened as you yapped about a silly topic that your ex didn't always pay attention to. Jaemin made you feel like everything you said was equally as important. He always prioritized your feelings and was focused on comforting you even when he himself had been cheated on.

"Jaemin?" you begin, the man behind you humming in acknowledgement. "tonight has been awful. We just broke up with our long term partners, words have been exchanged, feelings have been hurt. We've been sitting on this hardwood floor for ages without saying a word... Doesn't that feel weird to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know why I feel so safe and happy when I'm with you, Jaemin. Even before all this revenge fucking or whatever... every moment I spent with you, eating pastries or challenging you to a cooking duel, I felt more alive than I've ever been with my husband. Fuck, I feel so warm and safe in your arms in a way that's so unfamiliar yet inviting. Sure I felt a sense of comfort when I was in a position like this with my ex but this... " you glance down at your hands that were still fiddling with his. "This feels different"

He's quiet and his silence fills you with fread, wondering if your words just ended something else for the second time tonight. Your worries are silenced when Jaemin wraps his arm around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"I know what you mean" he sighs, eyes falling shut as a wave of guilt crashes over him. "I don't feel any better that I engaged in this just because my own wife was cheating on me as well. It felt like such a guilty pleasure knowing you made my love feel younger and fresh again before I even knew she was cheating. I felt like shit to even think and feel that way, but after all that has happened... I don't regret it at all"

Your head turns, leaving your lips and his inches apart.

"Is this all just a guilty pleasure?"

He stops to think, then nods. "It is"

Your heart tightens.

"But it's a guilty pleasure I'm willing to explore and learn more about. And maybe in the end, it won't be a guilty pleasure anymore. But something else instead"

"May I? " you ask, lips closing in on his after his confession. A feeling of warmth seeps through your chest, a feeling you haven't felt since the day your ex asked you to be his girlfriend. It was a sense of excitement at the adventure that laid ahead, ready to face to new future ahead of you. All you could think about was how you wanted to learn about the man behind you, and when you do, you wanted to share your love with him.

Jaemin hums, a small smile spreading across his cheeks. "You may"

Lips colliding, this kiss this time is soft and gentle. He takes his time to pour his soul into the kiss, focusing on the way you move your lips against his with passion and not lust. He memorizes everything. The way you feel, the way you brushed your tongue against his, the way you held onto his hand, everything.

Even after the toughest night of his life, Jaemin is more sure about whatever this was. He had a lot to learn about you now. What you did in your spare time, what you do when your sad. He wants to start something fresh and with how he feels around you, the way you make him feel joy, he was willing to push through all this pain if it meant he'll be happier than he ever was in the end. He wanted to be happy with you.