#soft!nct

[i-mmaculatus]

　♥︎ུ⁎̯͡ ʔ  Cover　me　Completely ✧✿⃨ ░

　　　 without any gaps

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[venuscaotico]

i said you wanna be mine ♪ ♫

[n-americano]

᭄ ▒ ࿁ your abandonment ⋆ ༄ ݁

[yrqrnc]

biker!haechan as your boyfriend who you’re mad at (but are you, really?)

★: fluff fluff fluff fluff & a very sexy biker!lee haechan

m.list

( 𝟔 : 𝟓𝟎 𝐩𝐦 )

“i know you’re mad at me angel, but please. hold onto me, or you’re gonna fall off.” your boyfriend pleads as he glances at you for a quick second through the rear-view mirror of his bike.

“no.”

your answer is simple and sweet bitter. a classic sign for him to know how upset you actually are at him, no matter how silly or random the reason may be.

and see, the thing is, in a room full of stubborn people, you would be superior. that is one thing both you and haechan have known for a long time.

so it didn’t matter how sweetly he talked to you right now, if you’re upset, you are upset.

“babe.”

you can hear the frustration in his voice, and that pisses you even more because, how can he be frustrated?

you are.

you were furious.

he was the one who had been all careless about driving on your way to the café by speeding and doing those careless stunts with his damned bike to apparently “show off his amazing skills”, and on top of that, he was also the one who then proceeded to smile a little too unnecessarily sweetly and be a little too unnecessarily friendly to the new pretty friend of chenle, whom you guys had met on your group hangout today.

of course, those were reasons to be mad.

right?

because he was quite shameless about it too. complimenting her right in front of your face and thinking you didn’t catch him side-eyeing you every 2 seconds to see your reaction everytime he interacted with her?

you found him utterly annoying.

most of the time, it was affectionately, but today, your patience had been running short and he had pushed your buttons too far.

your boyfriend was aware of that, and he thought it quite cute, actually.

however, riding the bike as his pillion rider while being on that current speed of the bike could be quite dangerous, and he only wanted to assure your safety in that moment.

“just focus on driving, haechan. i won’t fall off”

“baby, you will.”

“oh my god,” you groan out in annoyance. he really wouldn’t stop.

“i said i won’t. you know what? look—”

his consistent “hold on to me”s eventually get on your nerves in your already sour mood, and you decide it would be best to just prove it to him;

show him that nothing will happen at all—for once—so that he can shut his pretty mouth up and get you both home quietly and hopefully, try to then make it up to you there.

and to do just that, you start trying to completely detach your body from his.

you just saw absolutely no need to hold onto him like he was pushing you to do.

you let your hands fly in the air as you shift back on your seat, away from him, to show him that he’s overreacting and you’re really not going to—

it takes about half and a quarter second for the furious wind to hit you harshly, rolling in along with the fast velocity of the bike, and you’re almost sent flying back off the vehicle.

almost.

in that panicked state of mind, you latch onto haechan’s back instantly, grabbing onto him like your life depended on it.

and it did, actually, for a second there.

your mind becomes so frenzied for a moment; you almost missed how, the moment you shifted away from him, he slowed down and one of his hands immediately flew back to reach you, in an attempt to hold you and pull you back to keep you safe and steady.

then, there’s a moment of silence.

there’s a painfully long moment of silence; only the rumbles of the engine of the bike to be heard.

you try to process what had just happened and how you just quite literally just embarrassed yourself with all the confidence you had about around 10 seconds ago, while he takes his time to calm himself down and steady himself and the bike after knowing you’re still there behind him.

the loud quietness is humiliating until he finally breaks it.

“...are you okay?” his voice comes out a little shaky as if, after the initial panic, he’s now trying to bite back a laugh, and you know he’s looking at you through the bike’s mirror again, with that stupid smirk etched onto his face.

“yes.”

this time, too, somehow, your reply is short and bitter sweet, and biker!haechan finds you absolutely adorable as you very slowly sneak your hands up his chest from the back in a tight hold, sticking closer to him, while you try your absolute best to not face him.

only for your own safety purposes, of course.

because— fine, alright. maybe he was not all that wrong when he’d instructed you. you’d tried to prove him wrong, and nature had just done you the other way around.

and frustratingly, yet once again, he thinks you don’t hear him when he stifles a laugh right in front of you.

“shut up. don’t.”

you mumble out, in poor attempt to keep up with the anger instead of the embarrassment that was swallowing you up right now.

but you’re really just pouting in the backseat and your boyfriend knows that.

you don’t know whether you want to jump off this damned bike willingly yourself now, or if you want to hide your face in his back and never show yourself again.

“mm. didn’t, angel.”

and you hate how you can hear that cocky smile on his face without having to look at him as he speaks.

dumb, dumb, and stupidly hot lee donghyuck.

you loathe him, and both of you know how true that stands.

“are you hungry? we can grab some takeout from that place you liked last time.” his voice is sweet as it always is, as he suggests.

but your mind is still a fuzzy swirl of embarrassment and irritation at him from earlier, and it ends up speaking something completely against your actual wants.

“no i’m fine.”

“baby,” he smiles softly as he glances at you once more, “is that your anger talking or you?”

“…”

“you don’t want that beef soup ramen from that place?”

“no, i don’t.”

and he just knows from your tone that you’re sulking behind him as you say this, your mind screaming something else completely.

( ★ )

“you want something to drink too?”

haechan asks exactly 17 minutes later as you both stand to order your ramen and chicken wings.

what had you been mad at him about, again?

[jazzitos]

⠀✿ ⠀⠀⿸⿱⠀⠀ 𓈒⠀𓈒 アイスクリーム 🐌 💧 não

estou disposto a esquecer seu rosto de vez,

e acho que é tão normal ⠳⠝��� (_ _|||)

[ojiito]

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[p-oisn]

🍶  OOps,  i  think  i  like  you  too  much  . . .  ｡°(°¯᷄◠¯᷅°)°｡

[prodbymaui]

Eunoia. — 이민형

when it's all said and done, girl, I want you

PAIRING: mark lee x reader GENRE: unspoken feelings

WORD COUNT: 2.3k+ words

WARNINGS: finger fucking, pet names (baby, love), pool sex, exhibition kink, grinding

SYNOPSIS: it's late at night and you're yet to pull yourself out of the ocean that is your thoughts. Mark helps you out in a complexed but effective way that he knows. A/N: very self-indulgent, definitely not a scenario that came up to me in the middle of the night and stayed in my mind ever since. anyhows, enjoy reading!

The day nears the next cyle of the moon and sun, but you remain at the pool side— music resonating from your phone as you dip your feet in the pool, drinking the night away. 

You should’ve been worn out from all the fun that you had with your friends yet for some unknown reasons, sleep doesn’t come to you easily. In result, you opt grabbing one of the unfinished bottles of vodka for yourself.

The thoughts swimming in your head must’ve drowned you, considering that you didn’t hear one of the bedroom doors opening and the footsteps walking towards. It is only when someone sits next to you that you notices their presence.

Your gaze shifts from the stars to the man on your right— Mark. Your breath hitches for a moment. The messy hair and a plain white shirt paired with the dopey smile on his face is enough for you to fall in to another trance.

“What got you out here having fun all by yourself?” Mark tilts his head in question, to which you let out a soft laugh.

“Is drinking alone fun now?”

“I suppose.. ? It looks fun for me.”

Merely replying with a smile, silence engulfs the both of you. And as if on cue, your mind boggles you over trivial things once again, just like what it does since you were young.

Mark passes you a brief glance, then to the music playing on your phone.

Thoughts

Sometimes, I just can't control my thoughts

No medication's ever made them stop

All I think about is everything I'm not

Instead of everything I got

He sighs, biting his lips as he contemplates on what to do.

And it’s not Mark if he chooses the complexed but effective way.

The bubble of your thoughts pop when the water splashes at you suddenly. Surprised, you look over to Mark who’s swimming his way towards where you are seated. Just right before you, Mark comes up from the water, brushing his black undercut hair back.

His eyes meet yours. “Hi,”

“Hello,” You grin, sipping your vodka.

He walks a little bit more closer, enough for his chest to make contact with your knees. Mark smiles again, resting his hands on your knees.

“Hi,” He repeats softly.

You can’t help but chuckle. “Hello Mark,”

What is this man doing? The voices in your head asks.

“Come swim with me?”

You glance at the rippling water illuminated faintly by the moon, then back at him, standing waist-deep with a boyish grin that doesn’t quite match the hour. 

“Pass, I’m just waiting for sleep to take over my body. Besides,  you shouldn’t be swimming this late at night, Mark. You’ll catch a cold.”

Mark exhales dramatically, a mix of exasperation and amusement, before swishing the water toward you in a playful splash. It doesn’t reach, but the gesture draws a reluctant grin from you.

“Loosen up a little,” He says, his voice warm, almost teasing. “Who cares about catching a cold if it means having a bit of fun?”

You’re not quite sure how it happens. You remember saying no—firmly, even—but now the cool water laps at your legs, rising steadily until it reaches your waist. Mark’s hand is warm and steady in yours, his grip pulling you further into the pool, toward the deeper end.

“Mark,” you warn, your voice low, your fingers tightening instinctively around his. It’s not fear—nothing as dramatic as that. You can swim perfectly well, and the depth of the water doesn’t intimidate you. It’s just…this wasn’t supposed to be on your list for tonight.

He slows, catching the hesitation written across your face. Without a word, he stops walking, the two of you now floating in the very center of the pool. The stillness around you is palpable, broken only by the faint ripples you’ve created together.

Mark’s gaze softens as it finds yours, studying your expression carefully, reading the unspoken. Then, with a quiet assurance, he slides his arm around your waist, pulling you just a little closer.

“I’ve got you,” he says, the words low but firm, steadying you in a way that feels more solid than the water ever could.

You sigh, taking in the comfort of the moon and starts hovering above the both of you, and the comfort of Mark’s arm around you.

“What do you think Yeonjun and Wooyoung’s reaction will be if they see us like this?”

“The teasings, oh god,” The mere thought of the two troublemakers’ reactions is already enough to make Mark sigh in exasperation. 

He can practically hear their voices now—the teasing tone, the exaggerated laughter. They’ve been relentless lately, poking fun at the “odd vibe,” as they like to call it, between the two of you. Their wild imaginations have taken your every interaction and spun it into something far more dramatic, their assumptions as colorful as they are persistent.

You laugh at his response, sliding your arms to rest on his shoulders. “Why do you think they tease us so much?” Mark’s chuckle fades, leaving a quiet tension in its place. The water sways around you both, but all you can focus on is how his gaze has softened—more intent now, as if he’s waiting for something.

“They think there’s something between us,” he says, his voice dropping just enough to make the words feel weightier. His hands linger at your waist, his touch steady yet hesitant, like he’s holding back.

You swallow, your laugh from earlier now a distant echo. “And… do you think they’re right?” you ask, surprising yourself with the boldness in your voice.

Mark’s lips twitch, but it’s not quite a smile. “Sometimes,” he admits, barely above a murmur. “It’s hard not to when they keep planting the idea in my head.”

You feel a faint warmth rising in your cheeks, though you’re not sure if it’s from his words or the way his thumb grazes your side absentmindedly. “And what does that idea look like to you?”

The shift in his expression is subtle, but it’s enough to make your heart stutter. There’s something deeper in his eyes now, something that makes the air between you feel almost fragile.

“Do you want me to show you?” he asks quietly, his voice low and steady, but there’s an edge to it—a flicker of vulnerability he can’t quite hide.

The moment stretches, the world outside the pool fading to nothing. It’s just you, Mark, and the unspoken tension swirling between you, like the water lapping at your skin.

Whether it’s you or Mark who closes the distance first doesn’t matter. All that matters now is the way his lips meet yours—soft and deliberate, moving in a rhythm that feels as though it’s been waiting to happen. The kiss deepens naturally, a slow, intoxicating exchange that carries the urgency of something long denied.

Mark’s hand slides to the back of your head, his fingers threading gently through your hair as though anchoring you to the moment. His grip is firm but careful, a silent assurance that he won’t let go. When he feels you lean further into him, your movements mirroring his, something shifts.

With surprising ease, Mark’s other hand slips beneath your legs, lifting you as though you weigh nothing. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, securing yourself against him. The movement presses your bodies closer, the water rippling around you in lazy waves.

You can feel his breath against your skin, warm and uneven, his lips trailing softly before returning to yours. The press of his body is undeniable, a tension simmering beneath the surface, but the way he holds you—steady, deliberate—grounds the moment in something more than just desire.

Mark pulls away, breathing heavily. “I know it’s late but tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want any of this and I’ll pretend none of this happened tomorrow.”

Nonsense. You don’t even know what got him thinking like that when you’re already on cloud nine just by his kisses.

“Don’t stop,” You whisper against his ear before connecting your lips with his once again.

As your tongue fights and clashes with one another, you gasp at the feeling of Mark’s palm cupping your core. The water surrounds every part of your lower body but Mark could still feel the slimy texture of your juices on his skin.

His fingers slides along your labia, letting it explore and feel your warmth. The soothing movements of his pads strays away from your focus as Mark’s kisses travels down to your neck. Tracing your skin with his tongue, Mark licks a stripe straight to where your neck and collarbone meets. You gasp as he gives it a little kiss before sucking the skin, at the same time he enters a digit inside you.

“Mark..”

He shushes your noises yet his fingers serves absolutely nothing to help you do so. Not long after you’ve gotten used to his single digit, he enter another after another, curling them inside. Your head lols back, trapping your bottom lips between your lips.

Turning the both of you around, Mark carries your weight one arm while the other busies itself pumping inside you. In a few steps backwards, your back hits the wall of the pool causing Mark’s fingers to be buried deeper inside. Your hands fly to grab something as a leverage, eventually finding his flexing arms. The cold breeze brushing against your skin reminds you that you’re not in the privacy of your bedroom or any private space right now. And Mark uses it to his advantage, seemingly knowing well what you like despite this being the first time that he’s having a taste of you. “Haechan was awake when I left the boys’ room, you know?” he murmurs, his tone low and teasing as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His lips brush against your cheek in a series of soft, fleeting pecks, his warmth lingering with each one. “He was mumbling something about wanting a snack but being too lazy to actually get up. You know how crazy that man is about his snacks, babe.”

His voice drops to a playful whisper. “What if he decides to come out? Imagine him catching us like this—you trembling in my arms, eyes fluttering shut, your hips jerking against me like you’re trying so hard to keep quiet. One look at your hips, and he’d know exactly what’s happening, no questions asked.”

You curses at the thought of being caught. And Mark laughs. Because he knows damn well it’s not due to embarrassment nor fear. The clench of your walls on his fingers tells him so. “Wouldn’t you like that, babe? I think you would,” Curling his fingers upwards, your eyes rolls to the back of your head. “Look at you getting close at the thought of it. I wonder what’ll be his reaction.”

“Mark please,” You plead, not even knowing for what reason. “Please? I don’t know even know what you want, love.” It’s frustrating how the brutal pace of his thrusting fingers contrasts the soft and loving tone of his voice. It messes your head and inside both at the same time. “Please please, Mark—” Your eyes catches his sharp gaze in a hazy film, barely even able to open your lids to maintain eye contact. “Fuck– haah, I’m gonna come.” “Yeah?” Mark pulls you impossibly closer, grinding his prominent boner on any accessible part of you that he can reaches by merely moving his hips. “I’m gon– I wanna cum, I’m gonna cum. Shit, Mark please, baby,” You desperately cling on to him, meeting his fingers halfway as you try your best to fasten the pace despite the restrain from the water. Mark groans, silently wishing it is his cock you’re clenching around so tightly right now. How good it must feel to your warm walls massaging his length, tightening on him just right, milking him dry until he’s nothing left but an empty vessel of a man obsessed with you and your body. He presses your bodies to the wall as he grinds harder and faster, matching your pace. “Do it. Come for me,” He whispers your name in an encouraging manner. And you did just as he orders. Failing to keep your eyes open, your eyes shut close as your mouth forms a circular shape. The pleasure comes to you crashing down. Mark doesn’t know what kind of hold you have on him but he’s certain it is no way near surface level when he reaches his own climax just by watching you come undone in his arms. The look of you embracing the pleasure he offered is enough to send him off the edge. You nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, your ragged breaths mingling with his as you try to steady yourself. The aftershocks still linger, leaving your body heavy and your mind hazy, but the comforting rise and fall of his chest anchors you. Both of you silently agree to stay like this for a moment, letting the sound of the pool water gently lapping around you fill the quiet. It feels like time has paused, a brief reprieve from everything outside this bubble of warmth.

But fate, as always, has other plans.

A slow, deliberate clap breaks the stillness, immediately snapping your attention toward its source. The sound is followed by a low whistle that cuts through the air like a taunt.

“Well, that was one hell of a show,” comes the familiar voice, dripping with mock amusement.

Your head snaps up, and there he is—Haechan, leaning casually against the doorframe of the boys’ room, arms crossed and that trademark cocky smirk plastered across his face. His expression, equal parts smug and entertained, makes your stomach drop.

[winwintea]

that's okay

PAIRING ↬ academic rival!na jaemin x ace!female reader

TAGS ↬ fluff, romance, slight angst, academic rivals to lovers au, college au, fake dating au, jaemin = campus playboy, drunk decisions, art museum date, plushies because i want a plushie, jaemin is kinda whipped fr

SUMMARY ↬ you're determined to outshine your academic rival na jaemin, the campus heartthrob infamous for his frivolous reputation. but when a few too many drinks suddenly ropes you into a fake dating scheme with jaemin, you realize that there's much more to him than his playboy persona. can two opposites navigate a connection that’s anything but fake?

WORD COUNT ↬ 3.7k+

AUTHOR’S NOTE ↬ HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lotties-readings !! grinding this fic in a day was so fun. the 3 am brain creativity actually carried this time too. hope i did him justice 😭😭 SHOUTOUT TO THE ASEXUAL COMMUNITY I LOVE YALL <33 THIS ONE'S FOR YOU !!!!

PLAYLIST ↬ cooler than me - mike posner, anti-romantic - txt, are you satisfied? - marina, that's okay - d.o.

WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?

Na Jaemin. The Playboy. He’s probably slept with half of the school and the rumors are on and off with him. The college’s infamous frivolous playboy, a firm believer of the ‘hook up as much as you can before you find your soulmate!’ ideology. For some, it was oddly endearing. For you? Maddening. Because Na Jaemin wasn’t just a playboy. He was your rival. Jaemin just had this certain charm to him that attracted the masses. Everyone, including your friends, had had a crush on him at one point in their lives. Everyone except you. Despite his supposedly carefree attitude, he always ranked #1. And you? Stuck perpetually at #2, clawing at his heels, only for him to breeze past like it was nothing. If it were anyone else, maybe you wouldn’t care so much. But no—it had to be him.

You swore to steer clear of him. No parties, no flirtations, and certainly no personal involvement. That resolve lasted until one ill-advised college party, where Jaemin, drunk and absurdly charismatic, roped you into the lead role of his most ridiculous performance yet: his fake significant other. And you were equally as drunk to play along with it, nodding in the face of his ex-girlfriend as she looked at the both of you in disbelief. For a playboy like Jaemin, you thought he was managing to control his dating life better than this. But you guess he just got bored of being surrounded by love.  “Just go with it,” he’d said. You hadn’t thought it would last beyond that night.

You were wrong.

You suppose it’s partly your own fault finding yourself in your current situation, considering the recent events. In a world where everyone is busy chasing after time, enjoying the dating scene, you’re an outcast. An outcast with false modesty to trick people’s curiosity. You should be used to them by now, their comments about you not being interested in relationships. And even though you do feel fed up with it, the thought of lying about dating someone just so they can shut up never crossed your mind.

“Remind me again why I have to spend the whole day being your pretend partner.” you say, glaring as Jaemin hands you a pastry. “The party doesn’t start until 10PM tonight!” 

“Here you go, love. Be careful, it’s hot!” he says, completely ignoring your question. He resumes walking, hands in his pockets, as if this was the most normal thing in the world, resuming your slow stroll in the garden of a nearby art museum. You hurriedly take it from his hands if that would make him finally pay attention to your question.

“I know it’s hot,” you mutter, taking the pastry anyway. He’s insufferable. Even now, you can tell he’s doing this for show, making a big deal out of playing the doting boyfriend for the strangers milling about the museum garden. “Do you ever actually answer questions, or is that too much to ask?”

“Oh, I answer,” he breezily responds, unfolding a crumpled checklist from his coat pocket. “I’m just selective about when. Do you want to taste mine? I can taste yours too.”

“No thank you.”

Straightening the lapels of his gray coat, Jaemin fetches the brochure handed earlier to him out of his inner pocket and takes a quick look at it to make sure you checked out everything of interest in the area before entering the museum itself. “Now, do you want to check out the sculptures before we head to the main exhibit?”

The guy has a whole checklist of activities for the day. You’ve seen it. He purposely taped another page underneath just to scare you with its sheer length, but you’re seeing right through his tricks, the page is full of gibberish written just to take space. You’ve got your best frown on to keep the illusion of ignorance, hoping that you’d get bonus points for agreeing to go through the full contents of the list, both the real and the fake ones. 

But is it really an act? The occasional tidbits of satisfaction coming from beating Jaemin’s brilliant mind (not that you’d ever give him the credit for it) are hardly enough to keep you entertained throughout the day. When the activities you take on today are meant to be just that, entertaining. And romantic too. 

Now, were you a normal couple, a true couple, then maybe you’d be having fun now.

“Jaemin, I think partners are supposed to listen to each other. At the very least.”

He grins, entirely unbothered by your irritation. “Relax, Y/N. We’re supposed to look like we’re having fun. Couples don’t bicker this much in public, you know.”

“Maybe because real couples actually like each other.”

“And yet,” he says, slinging an arm around your shoulders, “Here we are. The picture of romance.” Ah. He’s right, damn it.

“I only lowered my guard because these people don’t know us, stupid… Let’s get inside already!”

Hearing his low, annoying chuckle triggers the sensory neurons in your brain until a neat little image of his smirk is produced with near-perfect accuracy. Have you simply seen it too many times? There’s no escape even when you turn your back to him, great.

You grit your teeth but let him guide you down a quieter path, away from the crowds. It’s all part of the act, you remind yourself. Just one day of playing along, and people will stop speculating about your personal life. Totally worth it.

Right?

Inside the museum, the tension eases slightly. The museum is magnificent to explore with the many pieces of art it houses. There’s so much to see that you’d frankly not mind getting lost in here just to have an excuse to spend more time surrounded by art.

You have to admit, Jaemin chose the perfect dating spot. You’re not sure if it was based on your own preferences. Surely not. But you find yourself not minding it suddenly.

“Picture!” he announces, pulling you close before you can protest.

Hearing the signal, you instantly turn in the direction of the raised-up phone, smiling for the camera as Jaemin presses his face closer to yours.

“Oh, this is a good one, I’m definitely posting it. You look so in love.”

“I’m in love with this work, that’s it.” you say flatly, staring at the painting behind him.

“Uh-uh. That works for me too.” Jaemin replies while his fingers dance across the screen, likely typing some cheesy caption for the picture. A second later your own phone vibrates in your pocket, signaling that he posted the picture and tagged you in it, and you don’t even bother looking.

“At least you’re a natural, Jaemin.”

“What, in faking an expression? How are you so sure?”

You blink, meeting his gaze as some child holding a balloon separates the two of you for a mere second. Instinctively, you shorten the distance so you don’t lose Jaemin, looking for his hand to take hold of. You’ve already been through that today, linking hands in the crowds. And while there was no real need to do that right now, you just did that…

To the question in your eyes evoked from his last words, he smirks and adds, “There are pieces of art here that I look at with fondness just like you do.”

Your heart sinks for a moment, only to create palpitations that mess with your head. You have no idea where they came from or what evoked this feeling in your chest, but while looking anywhere but at Jaemin, your gaze falls on other couples passing by. You were instructed to watch them if you’re having trouble recreating the subtle romantic gestures that indicate dating. Advice from him no doubt, one that you wish you could forget because it’s too late telling your brain to forget what it’s been taught. But the question is, why the sudden turning of stomachs at the sight of them?

While failing to watch your step, you lose your balance and stumble on your own feet, meeting the hard ground hands-first. You feel eyes on you for a short moment; just a mere second any stranger might spare to witness the unfortunate event before moving on with their tour.

That’s it, except for Jaemin, who is there to pull you up in a manner of utmost care, dusting off your clothes, taking you to a more secluded area with benches to rest on and asking you at least three times if you’re alright before you can snap out of your surprised state and let out a murmur of affirmation.

In the whirlwind of emotions rushing through your slightly clouded mind, you put the embarrassment of your fall aside. As Jaemin turns your hand around to inspect it, you realize that no amount of hand-holding numbs your reaction to the touch of his warm hands. 

And no amount of his exaggerated lovey-dovey gestures of affection could prepare you for the look of genuine worry over something so insignificant on his face.

“You fell on your hands, they must be scrapped… let’s get them under cold water, it would wash away the dirt too.” 

“It’s okay I can do it myself.” You back away from Jaemin, running to take care of it.

And that’s when you realize it.

Pretending to be Jaemin’s partner might be the biggest mistake of your life.

Because it’s starting to feel a little too real.

When you exit the bathroom, Jaemin is waiting for you outside, arms crossed with an unreadable expression on his face. The two of you continue your museum date as normal, nothing out of the ordinary happening other than Jaemin just being Jaemin. 

When lunchtime rolls around, Jaemin takes you into the museum café, refusing to let you pay for anything even though he bought the museum tickets as well. Struggle as much as you want, Jaemin was pretty stubborn.

You and Jaemin sit across from each other, nursing cups of hot chocolate. The quiet buzz of conversation around you blends with the faint classical music playing overhead, the calmness contrasting your otherwise chaotic day.

You’re still nursing your wounded pride (and scraped hands) from earlier. Jaemin’s fussing had been embarrassing, sure, but also... oddly touching. It’s been messing with your head ever since.

“You’re being quiet,” Jaemin says, breaking the silence. He stirs his drink and watches you with another unreadable expression. “Not complaining. Unusual for you.”

“Just tired,” you mutter, avoiding his gaze. “This whole thing is exhausting.”

“Yeah?” He leans back, “What part? The fake dating, or me?”

“Both.”

His laugh is soft, almost self-deprecating. “Fair.”

A moment passes, and you realize he’s studying you. Not with his usual playful smirk, but something more serious. It’s unsettling and scary, like he’s peeling back layers you didn’t even know you had.

“You know,” he starts, voice quieter now, “you’ve always hated me.”

Your head snaps up. “What? I don’t—”

“Don’t lie. I noticed.” he cuts in, but there’s no malice in his tone. “It’s fine. I get it. I mean, I’m Na Jaemin, right? The playboy. The guy who’s ‘probably slept with half the school.’” He uses his fingers to air quote the phrase, lips forming a bitter smile. “That’s what people say, isn’t it?”

You feel a pang of guilt. It’s exactly what you’ve always thought, always assumed about him.

He continues, eyes fixed on his drink. “Funny thing is, that wasn’t true at first. I wasn’t like this in high school. Sure, I was flirty, but it was harmless, y’know? Then one day, someone started a rumor about me. Said I hooked up with some senior at a party.” He shrugs. “It wasn’t true, but people believed it. And once the rumors started, they didn’t stop. Girls came up to me and I just... didn’t say no.”

You blink, caught off guard by the honesty in his voice. “Why didn’t you?”

“Why not?” His smile not breaking, “They already thought I was that guy. And honestly? It was easier to play the part than fight it. People liked the idea of me being the ‘fun, no-strings-attached’ guy. I became what they wanted.”

You’re quiet, the weight of his words settling heavily in your chest. All this time, you’d judged him without really knowing him. And now, sitting across from him, you realize how wrong you’d been.

“I’m sorry,” you say, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

“For what?”

“For... hating you, I guess. I just—” You hesitate, fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve, searching for the right words. “I’ve never liked the whole ‘playboy’ thing. It feels... shallow. And I don’t understand how people can be so casual about it.”

Jaemin’s gaze softens. “That’s because it’s not your thing. And that’s okay.”

Your eyes lit up with shock. You definitely weren’t expecting Jaemin to be this receptive towards your criticisms of him. “I guess I’ve always judged people like you because I don’t... get it. Sex and dating just seem so complicated and messy. I don’t want anything to do with it.”

Jaemin tilts his head, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “You’re ace, right?”

You nod, surprised he remembered. He must’ve heard it somewhere, you barely told anyone except for your close friends. Others just assumed, which was fine by you.

“That’s... honestly kind of cool,” he says, leaning forward. “I mean it. You don’t have to deal with all this shit. Expectations, drama, people using you for what they want. You just... are. I envy that.”

“You do?” The idea feels absurd. Jaemin, envying you?

“Yeah.” He smiles, but there’s a hint of sadness in it. “I’ve spent so much time being what other people expect. Sometimes I don’t even know who I really am. But you? You’re just you. That’s... rare.”

His words catch you off guard, leaving a strange ache in your chest. You wonder if he’s just been hiding behind a mask this whole time. Who really was the Na Jaemin sitting right in front of you right now? “Well,” you say softly, “I think you’re more than what people say about you.”

He raises an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. “Careful, Y/N. That almost sounded like a compliment. You’re supposed to hate me.”

“Don’t let it go to your head,” you shoot back, but there’s no hostility in your tone.

For the first time, you see him for who he really is. Not Na Jaemin, the playboy, your rival… but just... Jaemin. And maybe, just maybe, you don’t hate him as much as you thought.

When the two of you finished your museum exploration, you found yourselves in the gift shop. The aisles were packed with trinkets, books, and stuffed animals, the kind of things that were charming but utterly unnecessary and overly expensive. You didn’t plan on buying anything, but Jaemin insisted he wanted to pick up something for a friend.

Shivering slightly, you rubbed your arms, trying to warm up in the chill from the air conditioning blowing down from the vent above.

“Cold?” Jaemin asked, his sharp eyes catching your sudden movement.

“Oh, just the A/C,” you replied quickly, waving him off, but you couldn’t stop the flush creeping over your cheeks.

“Do you want my coat?” He was already starting to remove his gray jacket, but you held up a hand.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you said hastily. “It’ll be warmer outside.”

Jaemin paused, then smirked. “Aren’t you glad your friends dragged you to that party?” He asked, standing right beside you now, picking up a penguin from the stuffed animal bin. “Isn’t he cute?”

“Absolutely not,” you said, laughing despite yourself. “Though I’ll admit, this has been... fun. Even if the ‘fake dating’ part threw me for a loop. And yes, he’s super cute. But penguins aren’t my favorite.” 

He raised an eyebrow, eyes burning into you, as he turned the penguin over in his hands. “Who said it was fake?”

You blinked at him, unsure if you’d heard right. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He didn’t answer, just hummed and walked away, leaving you standing there with your arms crossed, frowning after him. What’s he playing at?

Trying to shake off the odd tension, you wandered to another shelf and found yourself staring at a tower of cell phone plushies. Your eyes landed on a bunny plush, adorable, with floppy ears, sparkling blue eyes, and a pink nose. You reached for it, but so did another hand.

“Oops—sorry,” you stammered, looking up to see Jaemin standing beside you again.

“Oh,” he said, his voice light, but his eyes were unreadable.

“I was just—”

“Which one did you want?” he asked, his tone suddenly serious.

“The bunny,” you admitted, pointing. “But it’s the last one, and if you wanted it—”

Before you could finish, he grabbed it.

“Actually, I did,” he said, pulling out his wallet and heading to the cashier.

You stood there, stunned and a little annoyed. Seriously? He’s that kind of guy?

As you stared forlornly at the remaining plushies: a raccoon, a squirrel, and a cat that weren’t nearly as cute. You sighed. It’s fine. It’s just a toy. But somehow, it still stung.

“Here.”

You turned to see Jaemin dangling the bunny plush in front of you, a playful grin on his face. “You—I thought you wanted it?” you said as you reached out to take it. The plush felt even softer than it looked.

“I did,” he said with a wink. “But I wanted to buy it for you.”

“I—thank you.” You stumbled over your words, suddenly feeling silly but also oddly happy. A big, goofy grin spread across your face as you hugged the bunny to your chest.

Jaemin chuckled softly. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

“Shut up,” you fired back, but your cheeks still burned.

You started to turn away, but Jaemin stopped you with a gentle tug on your sleeve. His expression was different now, serious, almost nervous, as he looked at you.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice quieter. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Your stomach flipped. “What is it?”

“This... whole fake dating thing?” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost shy. That was strange in comparison to his usual confidence. “It wasn’t just about my ex, or shutting people up. I—I’ve been watching you for a while. I mean, not in a creepy way,” he added quickly, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “I just... I’ve always been interested in you. You’re smart, funny, and you don’t care about impressing anyone. You’re... different. In a good way.”

Oh you weren’t expecting that. You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest. “Jaemin, I—”

“I know you have concerns,” he said, cutting you off gently. “About... your sexuality, and what people might think. But I don’t care about any of that. I don’t care what the world expects or what people say. I care about you. And I’m not asking you to change or be anything other than yourself. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with sincerity. You didn’t know what to say. You’d spent so long assuming Jaemin was just a shallow playboy, someone who could never understand you. But now, looking into his eyes, you realized how wrong you’d been. Jaemin understood you way too well. Enough to the point where he was hitting all the right points of reassurance in your heart.

“I don’t know if I can be what you’re looking for,” you whispered.

He smiled softly. “You already are.”

For a moment, the world around you faded. The noise of the gift shop, the bustle of other shoppers. It was just you and Jaemin, and the quiet, fragile connection that had grown between you.

Maybe this wasn’t fake after all.

You realized just how much he’d been hiding. Jaemin, the playboy everyone admired, the guy who never seemed to take anything seriously, was opening up to you in a way that was raw, even vulnerable.

“Honestly?” you whispered, clutching the bunny plush to your chest. “I never thought someone like you would understand... someone like me.”

He chuckled softly, the sound warm and reassuring. “I get that. I probably don’t fit the part, huh? But, Y/N, you’re incredible just as you are. I think it’s amazing that you know what you want and what you don’t want. I wish I’d figured that out sooner.”

You looked down, feeling way too emotional, “So, you really don’t... mind?”

Jaemin shook his head, his smile was gentle. “Not even a little. I’m here because I like you for who you are. You don’t need to be anyone else or change anything about yourself. I’m fully willing to love you. Just like this.”

His words settled over you, as warm and comforting as his coat might have been. The insecurities you’d held about relationships, about your identity, all the ways you feared you might not be enough for someone. Maybe never even find someone at all? They began to melt, replaced by a quiet sense of peace.

“So... if this isn’t fake, does that mean this is... this date is… real?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jaemin smiled, reaching down to take your hand, his fingers intertwined with yours in a way that felt so natural it sent a shiver down your spine. “It’s as real as you want it to be. No pressure, no expectations. Just us, figuring this out together.”

Looking up at him, you felt something you hadn’t quite felt before. This wasn’t about conforming to anyone’s idea of love or romance. It was about connection. And standing there, surrounded by stuffed animals and museum souvenirs, you felt like you’d found something rare.

You squeezed his hand, a small smile breaking across your face. “Alright, Jaemin. Let’s give this a try. Just... don’t go stealing all the last plushies every time we’re out together, okay?”

He laughed, his grin brightening at your words. “Only if you agree to keep that bunny plush with you as a reminder.”

“Of what?”

“Of this moment. And of the fact that someone finds you absolutely perfect, exactly as you are.”

The two of you walked out of the gift shop hand in hand, leaving behind any doubts and stepping into something perfectly real.

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마크 mark | when he realized she was his inspiration

He had been thinking about the rest of the lyrics for a while, lost in thought, his mind seemed to stop for a moment and he couldn't think, he took a deep breath, threw his head back and closed his eyes "What's wrong with me? Think Mark...Think." He leaned over the notebook and looked at the lyrics he had written again, read them from top to bottom and his throat got tight, he swallowed hard. Mark frowned, he read them again to check, as if the lyrics were going to change. But no, they were still the same, he realized that all these lyrics he had written were about you right now, he knew that he had complicated feelings for the last few months but he always tried to push them back and not think about them, but apparently even though he tried to ignore his feelings, they had somehow emerged, and with a song he had written, a song he had written for you...

He realized that he had always used you as an inspiration while trying to make sense of the lyrics. The words in front of him were telling the times he had spent with you and the complicated feelings he had felt for the last few months. The song had unknowingly become about you. The thoughts floating around in his mind got mixed up, because he didn't know what to do with this awareness. Up until now, he had thought he only saw you as a friend, but what he felt told him more.

He put his head in his hands and took a deep breath. The moments he spent with you, your laughter, your deep conversations, those small, meaningful words you said to him... All of them started to spin in his mind at once. He was afraid of losing control of the feelings in his heart, because this new awareness was changing everything. 'No, this must be just a coincidence,' he thought, trying to convince himself. But deep down, he knew that this song was all about you. With a slight flutter in his heart, he closed the notebook and leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling. He had to pull himself together, but he also realized that there was no turning back from his feelings. Accepting that you were his inspiration both restored his passion for writing and made his heart get even more confused when he thought about you.

런쥔 renjun | when he learned to embrace her touch

You knew Renjun avoided contact most of the time and you respected that, well sometimes. There were times when you wouldn't notice it and you would be close, when you wouldn't see him for a long time and you would hug him for a moment and when you realized Renjun wasn't wrapping his arms around you, it would dawn on you and you would quickly pull back, he would laugh at this and shake his head every time. He didn't mean to upset you, he just preferred to stay in his private space. Except for one day of course...

One day, while watching a movie together, you jokingly wanted to lean your head on his shoulder. Renjun pulled your shoulder as usual and said, "Find another pillow." At that moment, as you pulled your head back with a smile, a feeling of unease welled up inside Renjun. Normally, it would come naturally to him to reject you, but this time, he felt like pushing you away was wrong, the little touch had felt strange for the first time, and no, it wasn't a bad feeling. As he turned to you, your head was still on his shoulder, and the scent that came to him seemed to have blocked his momentary thoughts. After that sentence he said while laughing, he couldn’t focus on the movie, he was only thinking about how much he regretted rejecting you and how he wanted to smell your scent again.

This realization made Renjun nervous, because he didn’t know how to confront you about it. As the days passed, he thought more about your contact, the warmth he felt even a little, your smile...He had always pushed you away when he could have had it all. After that day, when his mind was wandering, he could sometimes notice that you were still trying to hug and touch him, and he was waiting for a moment for you to do it, but every time you didn’t, it resulted in another disappointment. Until one day, after a few weeks, when you met again, he tried to suppress his smile when he realized that you had brought him his favorite dessert and looked at you. You were close to him and he could see that your arms were restless, but you were still holding yourself back from hugging him. At that moment, he gathered his courage, put the dessert aside and touched your shoulder lightly with one hand, you looked at your arm and then at him in surprise. With a slight smile on his face, he spoke almost in a whisper "I can be your pillow this time."

At first, you couldn't believe what you were hearing, your eyebrows rose in surprise, he was waiting for a step from you, he wanted to smell your scent that he had started to forget. When you finally wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your head in his neck, he wrapped his arms around you lightly, this was new to him and he didn't know if he should hug you tightly, "Hey if you want to hug, do it right or I'm going to pull away." As soon as your voice reached his ears, he laughed and wrapped his arms around you tightly, buried his head in your hair and breathed in your scent that he missed. Oh, he knew it was too late to turn back from these feelings, but he didn't care anymore, he wouldn't risk losing you, he wouldn't let anyone else feel your touch.

제노 jeno | when he felt jealous of her laughter

Okay, first of all, Jeno knows that he's not someone who gets jealous of his friends and it would never be a problem if his friends spent more time with their other friends than him. It was the same for you, he noticed your boy friends on your Instagram stories, how you sometimes talked less when you were together and it definitely didn't matter to him, or so he thought...

This time, things were different and he couldn't understand why it was a problem for him when you were joking and laughing with another guy. His hand was involuntarily clenched into a fist and he never took his eyes off you, his heart skipped a beat as he looked at the beauty of your smile, you were laughing with another guy and wasn't he the one who made you laugh so much? Oh, this was definitely a problem for him. Still, he stayed silent at first, thinking 'Why has this friendship become so difficult?' in his mind but he knew very well what the answer actually was, just thinking about it made his head and heart ache.

One day when you were able to meet up alone, he felt weird, he knew he had no right to question you but he couldn’t stop himself, his thoughts were running through his head, his leg was shaking with stress while he was listening to you. Jeno examined your smile carefully, that day that guy had also seen your smile from this closeness, he felt a pang in his heart again. At that moment, you stopped talking in the middle and frowned. “Are you okay? You seem so distracted.” His leg stopped shaking, he took a deep breath, “Why have we been so far apart lately? I mean- it’s like you’re closer to the others now.” you didn’t know what to say, you didn’t understand why this was a problem for Jeno. “I- I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was ignoring you, Jeno, but I want you to know that I have more fun when I spend time with you.” he looked into your eyes for a while, you could see the sparkle in his eyes and that sweet sight made you smile, even his slightest movement made you laugh and he couldn’t notice it.

“Really?” Jeno asked, his voice low but slightly challenging. The surprise on your face reminded him of how open he hadn’t really been about it. He realized that being with you meant more than just friendship, but he had kept it hidden deep down because he was afraid to say it. But now, the fact that you were spending time with someone else was causing a flood of emotions inside him that he couldn’t control. With a moment of courage, he placed his hand on top of yours and gently held it, “I… I don’t know, I just want to spend more time with you.” He could barely get the words out, he couldn’t look at you directly, eyes were on where your hands met, “You just had to say that, I want to spend more time with you too. As if you understand me better than others.” The sentence you said caused the same feeling to arise in his heart again, he nodded “So… Next week?” He raised his eyebrows questioningly, you laughed. “Tomorrow?” He returned your smile, you both had gotten rid of the strange atmosphere shortly after. So… Things had gone better than he expected, but he promised himself that he would be more open with you from now on, he wouldn’t back down and he would let you know that he had feelings for you.

해찬 haechan | when he got a taste of his own game

You knew Haechan had a flirtatious personality, every time you talked he would add a flirtatious compliment to the mix and continue with his normal life. It was like a game to him, he would watch you roll your eyes and ignore him with a smile, he enjoyed annoying you and you knew it very well.

One day when you had arranged to meet again, he was waiting for you while playing on his phone, when the door opened he raised his head and smiled when he saw you. He opened his arms to hug you, took a few steps towards you and said "Woah what's this beauty? Did you dress up for me baby?" he chuckled at how you rolled your eyes again, you wrapped your arms around him and before pulling away you spoke into his ear "Maybe I wanted to impress you?" you winked at him when you pulled away, he didn't respond for a while, okay now he had to explain to himself why his heart was racing. The words got stuck in his throat, he couldn't say anything and you laughed at his reaction, you had finally caught him off guard and this sight was worth seeing.

Haechan stumbled slightly, looked away from you, his hand went to the back of his neck and scratched it nervously, you could clearly see a nervous smile on his face "Wow this- you- this is new, okay.." he mumbled, but he couldn't stop the turmoil inside him. You had unexpectedly played with his heart and he didn't like it, how dare you embarrass him when it was his job? Again, no matter how embarrassed he was, he accepted it as a challenge, but this time his aim wasn't to make you mad, he wanted more, from this feeling he couldn't understand and from you. His flirty behaviors increased day by day, he waited to get an answer from you and experience the same feeling, every time he got what he wanted, he continued his day with a big smile on his face and a flutter in his heart.

He would continue this a little longer, your little flirty behaviors amused him and he would continue this before he told you his feelings. He would do this until he caught you off guard and won you over again, whenever he noticed the slightest bit of embarrassment while you were playfully flirting, he would say the phrase 'I like you' like it was a very normal thing and watch you double over in embarrassment before laughing and wrapping you in his arms.

재민 jaemin | when he saw her true self

Jaemin was always someone who showed himself with his self-confidence and extroversion, despite being the exact opposite of him, your friendship was going very well. Actually, your friendship wasn't that long ago, that was because you couldn't act exactly as you wanted around him and Jaemin understood this very well and waited for you until you were comfortable.

But you got used to Jaemin easily, unexpectedly, the quiet and shy side inside you was slowly starting to relax with his crazy and sincere attitude. He didn't miss the fact that you were more talkative and smiling more often around him, and he felt good because he could make you feel more comfortable every time he saw your smile.

You had accepted his invitation when he played basketball with his friends, you didn't join in while they were playing and watched them for a while. A few minutes later, when everyone dispersed, he dragged the ball to your feet, you looked at the ball first and then at him, stopped for a while when he motioned for you to come with his head. Normally you would have preferred to sit down instead of playing but Jaemin’s comforting smile made you stand up and walk towards him with the ball. “I suck at this.” you said while bouncing the ball a few times, he quickly grabbed the ball from your hands and started driving it into the basket without giving you a moment to be surprised, you ran after him, you didn’t want to let him win “Hey this isn’t fair I was talking!” he heard you yell from behind him and turned to you, his smile widened when he realized you were following him and he slowed down his run, when you finally caught up to him, Jaemin deliberately let you take the ball and waited for you to take the shot without losing his smile.

You knew you couldn’t do it but you didn’t care, the moment you had fun with Jaemin surpassed everything. You looked at the ball you missed with a smile “I told you…” you turned to him and realized that Jaemin had already come running to hug you, you tried to escape his hug with a smile but he caught you from behind “I caught you.” you turned your head to him, your faces were close, closer than you expected. Jaemin pulled back slightly, happy to see your heart-warming smile more often now. He was reaching the real you and he knew he was actually digging his own grave. He knew that his feelings for you were only grow bigger. But he didn’t stop, that was his goal from the beginning, he knew that he wasn't friendly towards you and he had to make you feel good by making you trust him first so that he could make a move on you. He just liked that you felt comfortable and safe around him, he thought he could take care of you better than anyone else and knowing that, he was eagerly waiting for the day he could hold you in his arms and tell you that he loved you.

천러 chenle | when he learns to listen

You had understood Chenle had a loud personality when you first met him, well...it wasn't that hard. Especially since you were the listener in your friendship, he liked telling you about his experiences, his other friends listened to him too (even though some said he was a bit too talkative), but he seemed to like you listening to him more. He didn't know why, but listening to him with a smile and reacting to everything he said made him talk more excitedly.

Until one day, he became silent in a way he didn't understand. While you were telling him how your day was, he would watch you with a smile, refusing to talk for the first time, and when you looked into his eyes, he tried to ignore the change in heart beat, he didn't understand. "By the way, are you okay? You're a little too quiet today." he cleared his throat and quickly looked away from you. "No uh- I just don't feel like talking today. Besides, it's more fun to listen to you." you blinked a few times. "I was actually telling you how I've been sitting around doing nothing all day, but thanks for finding it entertaining." he laughed nervously, feeling weird and stupid. He thought it was a temporary feeling, he was sure that everything would be okay tomorrow.

But no, it didn't happen as he expected, he was quieter around you now and all he wanted was to hear your voice "Sooo what did you do today?" he watched you roll your eyes as you took a deep breath "This is the 3rd time you've asked this Chenle, and the answer is still the same." he put his elbow on the table and then his head on his palm and looked at you with a smile "And? When I did this, you listened to me without getting bored. Come on, tell me again, I'll listen to you, like I always do." and he happily started listening to your daily routine that he now knew by heart.

Although this was something he didn't think much about at first, when Haechan told him how quiet he was around you and how it wasn't normal for him, he frowned and thought about it for a moment. He was afraid to think about it deeply and his fears were starting to grow. But he also knew that he couldn't ignore it anymore.

However, Chenle is an open person, if he really knows he has a crush on you, he won't hesitate to admit it. He'll occasionally squeeze in small compliments while talking;

'Your eyes sparkling when you talk are so cute, I'll listen to you more often from now on.'

'Hey, it's okay, I like how excited you are, don't think you're overreacting.'

He'll suddenly grab your hand and when you ask why, he'll tell you to keep talking and ignore your question. It won't take long for you to realize his feelings for you, that's his plan, he doesn't want to lose you and he's waiting for the day when you'll shut him up by covering his lips every time he talks.

지성 jisung | when he felt the sting of emptiness

Jisung always loved making handmade gifts for his friends. It just improved his manual skills and he enjoyed giving gifts to his friends, and he would often do it to you. There were many handmade gifts you got from him, like case charms, bag charms, bracelets, etc. It made him happy to see that you were actually using them and it was okay if you didn't, he knew you still had them at home. But when you met up one day and realized you weren't wearing the bracelet he had just given you, that empty space on your wrist hurt him for the first time.

Normally, if you had a new charm, you would definitely wear it the next time you met, of course you didn't have to, he knew that but he didn't know why his eyes kept going to your empty wrist and making him feel uneasy. You noticed his gaze again while you were sipping your coffee at a cafe and put the coffee back on the table. "Jisung, you've been staring at my hand almost since we met. Is there something I can't see?" he looked away shyly, he was hesitant to tell you this, he thought he had no right to complain but his emotions got the better of him "No- there's nothing..That's the problem."

You frowned for a moment and looked at your hand "What do you mean?" he took your hand and gently touched it, moving it towards your wrist, his touch sent an electric sensation through your body "It's just..Didn't you like my gift? I was expecting you to wear it today. You.. Normally you would do that." you let out a sigh of relief when you realized what the problem was and chuckled "Jisung you scared me, I just went out today and honestly forgot to wear all my jewelry. I don't even have earrings." you tucked your hair behind your ear and showed him a proof. Jisung wanted to crawl into the ground at that moment, he didn't know why he was so obsessed with it, you could use it if you wanted and not if you wanted, he couldn't force you.

After that day was over, he found himself making you new gifts, he knew that there was only one answer to his heart that beat faster every time he thought of you but he was too shy to say it so he would show his feelings with his gifts. He would go from writing 'I love you' on one of the stones he added to your bracelet to making another bracelet for the two of you that would look like a couple. Of course, it wouldn't be hard to find these little notes, you cared about his gifts and these beautiful sentences wouldn't escape your attention as you examined them carefully.

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[markiemelon]

Omggg 😭To this is so cuteee!! Honestly u should make a little mini series of this. I need more‼️🙏🏽😭

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BABY FEVER! MARK TEXTS

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[200markies]

　　　　jeno ♡ is the type of boyfriend to ... ⁺

jeno soft hours & headcanons. all are fictional.

pairing: lee jeno x fem!reader

genre: romance, fluff

result from the poll i gave (it's now deleted haha sorry)

author's notes: i made a poll on my main blog like around 3 weeks ago (i deleted it bc im transforming my main blog into something) and i saw that you guys chose jeno over renjun for a boyfriend soft hours headcanon. and well lo and behold, i will bring it to you as requested! i know you guys definitely liked my chenle and jisung headcanons (let's face it, i literally still get bombarded with a bunch of notifs saying you guys r still reblogging and liking my posts AND I WON'T COMPLAIN!) sooo i'll continue this entire thing since this is now probably a 7dream series. i hope this filled up your delusions AND. i hope y'all like this as much as you guys liked my jisung and chenle headcanons :>>

p.s i hope this is an accurate depiction of how i think jeno would be as a boyfriend.........

i am always open 4 requests, and my ask inbox is open so go ahead and request or ask me anything ! i'm always happy to answer each and every message <3

jeno is the type of boyfriend to act all whiny and pouty when you don't give him full attention for at least a second. he wants you to give him attention without any breaks. the moment you let go of him or the moment he finds himself no longer in your arms when he wakes up, he'll start whining and pouting for you to come back.

"wait, let me get something─" as you were about to get up to get something from your cabinet, jeno cuts you off by whining and gripping you tightly to keep you from getting up. you turn around to him, his pout becoming visible already as a sign that he doesn't want to let go of your arms just yet. "but.. baby... can't you stay here first with me? am i not deserving of your attention?"

jeno is the type of boyfriend to follow you almost everywhere you go. not in like a stalking way though, but in a way where he truly wants to go with you on anything you plan to travel or drive to. whether it's a gala with your friends, or something personal yourself. he just doesn't want to be alone and wants to join you almost everytime.

"baby, i'll attend a birthday party on saturday with my friends." you say softly to jeno in front of you, writing down the event on your calendar. you could feel his little stare at you when you said that, with a little nod which you knew that it meant he'll ask you again if he could come. you sigh playfully, rolling your eyes at him as you knew that he'll ask you any minute. "you know the drill.... can i come?"

jeno is the type of boyfriend to sulk and playfully fight you when you say something that doesn't fit the conversation. if, for example, you don't answer his question, he'll immediately sulk and fight you as if he hates you, literally! but, you know all the time he's joking by how cute he is when he fights you. and, even if he fights you playfully a million times, he'll always accept your apologies.

"baby, do you like my suit?" jeno asks, coming out of the fitting room in a tailor shop to see if his suit looks good for his occasion tomorrow. you were still talking about your anniversary plans together, which immediately made jeno sulk as you ignored his question. "heeey, you ignored my question!" he starts whining, sulking while putting up a cute angry expression. he goes to you and smacks you playfully, fighting you just because you ignored his question. "i'm sorry─ i'm sorry!" you start apologising while jeno kept smacking you, still sulking. "you didn't answer my question! do you like my suit?" he asks again, in which you nodded and gave him a little kiss on the lips for him to stop.

jeno is the type of boyfriend to send you something before he goes to work. it's either he sends you an adorable selfie, or something sweet, or maybe some funny jokes to enlighten up your mood if you feel down. he tries his best to at least make you happy in the most minimal way possible─ and it works!

"good morning, baby! hope you slept well. gonna head to work nowww, see you later my love! i love you pretty girl :>" jeno sends the message to you, hoping that you can read it now that you're probably awake. you were on your bed, looking at the notification on your lockscreen. you type out a response, saying, "hi cutie ! i did sleep well, good morning <3 i'll see you later! ilym" and pressed send with a giggle.

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[dollyhyuckii]

𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀-𝗷𝗮𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻⋆୨୧˚

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁- 1.2k ♡

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁-bf jaemin! x reader! ♡

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff (a bit suggestive tho)♡

���𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀-suggestive(kinda?)/kissing/everything is in lowercase on purpose♡

୨୧˚𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 -thank you for so much support on my mark fic!! so I really hope you guys like this one!(feedback/likes/reblogs and requests really helps!)

you woke up to the soft glow of the early morning sun peeking through the curtains, casting gentle streaks of light across the bed. you stretched under the covers, a contented sigh escaping your lips. just as you were about to turn over, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close. you didn’t even have to look to know it was jaemin, your boyfriend, who had been quietly watching you as you slept.

“good morning, beautiful,” jaemin whispered, his voice low and warm with that huskiness that only came from early mornings.

you smiled, still half-asleep. “morning…” you murmured, letting yourself relax against his chest, enjoying the comfort of his embrace. you could feel his heartbeat, steady and reassuring, a rhythm you found yourself syncing with.

“you know baby..,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “i don’t think you should get out of bed today.”

you chuckled, nuzzling into his shoulder. “is that so? and why not?” you teased, looking up at him with a sleepy grin.

jaemin smirked, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “because i have plans for you, sweetheart. let me show you why you should stay in bed.” his eyes sparkled mischievously, and his fingers traced small, lazy circles along your back.

you laughed, the sound filling the quiet room. “oh? and what plans might those be?” you asked, arching an eyebrow, trying to match his playful tone. But you knew that look in his eyes. he was definitely up to something.

he leaned in, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours. “well,” he murmured, “first, i was thinking i’d keep you here with me for a while longer. we never get enough mornings like this.”

“jaemin, we’ve got a million things to do today,” you replied, but the conviction in your voice was weak. you were already melting, especially as he nuzzled his face into your neck, his stubble tickling your skin in a way that made you giggle.

“we do,” he admitted, not sounding the least bit concerned about it. “but i’d rather spend my morning with you right here. and I think you might just enjoy it.” he pulled back to look at you, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. his eyes held a certain challenge, one you just couldn’t ignore.

you rolled your eyes, a smile breaking through. “you’re impossible, you know that?”

“impossible to resist,” he countered, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then your forehead, then your nose. he was slow, deliberate, savoring every moment.

you tried to keep a straight face, but his affection was breaking through your resolve. “you’re really gonna beg for it, love?” you asked, half-joking, half-teasing, as you looked up at him.

he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your choice of words. “i could… if you wanted me to,” he replied, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “but, sweetheart, i think I’d rather spoil you this morning.”

you felt a warmth spread across your cheeks, your heart fluttering at his words. jaemin always had a way of making youfeel like the only person in the world. you could see in his eyes that he meant every word. “spoil me, huh? and how do you plan to do that?”

“oh, i’ve got ideas,” he said, his hand finding yours, his fingers lacing through yours. he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “first, I’ll make sure you’re comfortable. and then,” he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear, “i’ii remind you why staying in bed with me is always a good idea.”

your breath hitched at his words. he wasn’t usually this bold, but you couldn’t deny how much you loved this side of him. “well,” you murmured, your voice soft, “maybe we could stay here… just a little longer.”

“that’s my girl,” he replied, his tone triumphant yet tender. he wrapped his arms around yours, pulling you close as he rested his chin atop of head. you both lay there in comfortable silence for a moment, simply enjoying each other’s presence, the quiet of the morning wrapping around the both of you like a warm blanket.

after a while, jaemin spoke again, his voice gentle. “do you remember the first time you stayed over?” he asked, a soft smile playing on his lips as he looked down at you.

you laughed, the memory coming back vividly. “how could i forget? you were so nervous. you didn’t even know where to put your hands when we watched that movie on your couch.”

he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “well, excuse me for wanting to be a gentleman. you made me nervous, baby.. still do, sometimes.”

your heart swelled at his words, and you placed a hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes. “you don’t need to be nervous around me, jaem... you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

he looked genuinely touched, his gaze softening as he held your hand to his face. “you’re the best thing that ever happened to me too, sweetheart. i don’t say it enough, but… i’m so lucky to have you.”

they shared a lingering look, the kind that held a thousand unspoken promises. jaemin pulled you closer, brushing his lips against yours in a gentle, heartfelt kiss. it was the kind of kiss that spoke of comfort, of home, of a love that was both deep and true.

when the two of you finally broke apart, jaemin rested his forehead against yours. “you know,” he murmured, “if we keep this up, we really won’t get anything done today.”

“good..,” you whispered, your fingers tracing along his jawline. “i don’t mind if it means i get to spend more time like this with you.”

you chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a warm, snug embrace. “alright then, beautiful. let’s stay here a little longer. just you and me.”

you two spent the next hour wrapped up in each other, sharing quiet laughs, soft kisses, and whispered secrets. eventually, the sound of your stomach rumbling made you two both laugh, breaking the peaceful silence.

jaemin sat up, stretching. “alright, breakfast it is. what are you in the mood for, pretty girl?”

you looked up at him with a smile. “pancakes please. with extra syrup.”

he grinned, hopping out of bed. “pancakes with extra syrup, coming right up.” he held out his hand to you, helping you out of bed. “but you’re gonna have to help me in the kitchen.”

“oh, so i have to work for it, huh?” you teased, wrapping your arms around his waist as the both of you made their way to the kitchen.

“of course,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “nothing worth having comes easy, remember?”

you both spent the morning together in the kitchen, flipping pancakes, playfully bumping hips, and stealing kisses between batches. when you two finally sat down to eat, jaemin reached across the table, taking your hand in his.

“thank you for staying in bed with me a little longer,” he said, his voice sincere.

you squeezed his hand, your heart full. “anytime, jaem. anytime.”

you both shared a smile, knowing that you both would always cherish these quiet, stolen moments together.

[jazzitos]

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