#na jaemin fanifc

[hannie-dul-set]

#43. in spite (of it all) — na jaemin. [teaser].

“𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼 𝟵𝟭𝟭 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘅 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱.”

SUMMARY. wherein one year after he up and left without a trace, na jaemin returns to university grounds without a warning. why it happened and what he did during his disappearance, you didn’t exactly have all the answers to— but it is your reluctant job to find out exactly that.

PAIRING. ex! na jaemin x female! reader. GENRE. exes to lovers! au, college! au, richkid! jaemin, slight e2l depends on how you look at it, romance, humor, light angst, jaemin is a bastard and y/n is a bitch, so MUCH sexual tension dear god. WARNINGS. (for the teaser) swearing, (for the full fic) breakups, mildly toxic relationship, jaemin is a stressful son of a bitch, making out lmao. WORD COUNT. (for the teaser) 801 words. (for the full fic) est 10k to 12k. RELEASE DATE. mid to end of march.

REQUESTED BY. anon. hope u like this bb because i definitely fucking do HAHA. TAGLIST. @blossom-rea​ @nctdom​ @melonadeski @sweetjaemss​ @wooyoung-a​ @byunfirstlady​​ (shoot me an ask/dm to be added!)

NOTE. hello. i got too excited. so this happened HAHAH asshole jaemin is making a comeback after top of the world but this time he’s less of a tsundere and more of an intentional bastard!!! look i said these were gonna be short but for jaemin— there are always exemptions. TEASER UNDER THE CUT!

hoy, tanga! kinikilig ka naman ba? (hey, dumbass! are you falling again?)

“You have to write about him.”

“Fuck no,” you threw the sheet right at her. It landed on the rest of the pile. Hyena closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. “Look, if you want to feature him in the publication so badly, I have no qualms against that. But why are you asking me to take care of it? Throw the job to Taeyong or Kun or someone else!”

“Babe, listen to me—”

You made no attempt to conceal your hopeless frown. Hyena leaned forward over the table, hands pressed like stone on the sheets of paper scattered around.

“Na Jaemin suddenly disappeared for an entire year without informing his friends, his professors, and only telling his family one week after he went poof! March of last year. You fucking made Jung Jaehyun confess to the corruption circulating inside the Student Council last semester. It’ll take you three days to crack open a rich kid in Dior.”

“You’re a slave to sensationalism.”

“I’m a slave to giving the people what they want,” she threw the sheet back at you. No matter how much you try, this job is meant for you, Y/N, the look on her face seemed to say. The both of you were friends since freshman year, but man was she relentless sometimes. “If you hate how I’m running this jig, then maybe you should have taken the EIC position instead of throwing the job over to me. I only agreed because I love you, you little bitch.”

Right, you massaged your temples, feeling a headache coming through. Her position was initially appointed to you by your graduating senior last year, Joohyun, but you shot her and your other seniors down every single time they pestered you about it. You just didn’t feel like you were fit for the job. It entailed so much pressure from every sector and department of your university— working under her as Associate Editor felt like less of a heavy burden. You still got to write as much as you pleased, anyway.

Selfish, you knew. But you plus the paramount of pressure and attention never mixed well. You were willing to throw anything under the bus just so you wouldn’t have to face that.

Or so you used to be able to.

“Don’t you think you owe me a favor?”

You tried to pry yourself away from the debilitating puppy dog eyes Hyena was shooting at your direction for an enhanced guilt tripping. The dead air was suffocating, god. Tightly closed eyes and lips pursed together with air held in your chest, you eventually sighed and slackened your shoulders after five minutes of silent probing. “I really don’t want to,” you stifled. “He wasn't the one who brought the country’s medical technology into the top spots in the global market, so why is he the one strutting around campus as if he single handedly saved South Korea from an economic crisis? Does he think his father's achievements are his or something?”

This wasn’t a lie. It has been a total of three days since the university opening ceremony and three days since Na Jaemin was seen on campus again. Since then, the guy had been obnoxious as fuck.

It wasn’t the aftertaste of your emotions making you bitter. Well, not entirely. He’d walk around with a trail of people following him as if he were the chief executive, or something. Those sunglasses made it even worse.

“You sure have done your research on him already,” she smirked, victorious. You felt a heavy weight sucking you into the ground. Hyena pulled out a chair and finally sat down in front of you. “But let me ask you this— why are you so pressed about him? He hasn’t even spared you a breath, so why are you acting like he stole your cat or something?”

If only it were as simple as him stealing your cat.

“Just—”

If only you knew that dumping him a year ago would have spiraled down to him going AWOL, him jumping into the picture again, him starting to act like a spiteful little bastard, and you having to interview him about the very thing you caused, you would have simply dropped out of college.

But you couldn’t tell Hyena all that.

She might drop the story all together, but your pride would plummet into hell along with it. It was easier to act as if you just hated his guts.

“I don’t like him. I just don’t.”

“Well, good news because your job isn't to like him, sweetie. It's to write a story about him,” she smiled. You wanted the earth to eat you alive. “Now go fulfill your job as the best journalist from our publication and land an interview with the guy and his thick ass wallet.”

HOY, TANGA! KINIKILIG KA NAMAN BA? © hannie-dul-set 2022.