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barbie girl.
if life is plastic (and therefore, nonbiodegradable), then itโs so not fantastic. honestly, who came up with that? regina george really shouldโve googled about the new plastics economy.
or alternatively, pretty girls rule the world, and you find out that heโs (not) all that.
pairing :: na jaemin x reader genre :: comedy, fluff, angst โฎ makeover + college au word count :: 24,618 words warnings :: body issues, body image, weight mentions, insecurities, beauty is a social construct, [spoiler] did something bad, people being literal scum, so much gaslighting that you can start a wildfire and j*ke gyll*nh*al should take notes, โif a man talks shit then i owe him nothingโ playlist :: pretty boys (romi) โ you canโt sit with us (sunmi) โ i just wanna know (katherine li) โ lie to girls (sabrina carpenter) โ look what you made me do (taylor swift) โ leftover feelings (regina song) โ number one girl (rosรฉ) + extended playlist here. authorโs note :: sheโs all that is one of my most favorite rom coms ever, but iโve always been ///: at the whole makeover idea and decided to write my own version !! the idols mentioned in this fic are just characters, and how i portray them in this fic do not reflect how i actually view them or their irl personas. as always, much love to miss lana and miss moon for being my biggest cheerleaders แฅซแญก โณ part of the ๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ซ collaboration series.
i. hiya, barbie! hi, ken!
Na Jaemin does not know that you exist.
Good looking, charismatic, and popular โ itโs his world, and youโre just living in it. Or something like that. Youโre decently smart, somewhat funny, and not pretty enough to stand out, but not exactly hideous according to societal standards (source: those beauty quizzes in Seventeen magazine that you used to be obsessed with when you were thirteen and in desperate need of flirting tips). If he was the main lead, youโd probably be Extra #6, maybe Extra #2 on a good day.
By your calculations, the two of you should never cross paths, like two parallel lines. Wait, scratch that, you would probably never be aligned with anything that has to do with this guy. You saw him standing outside of the door of your shared accounting classroom during your fall semester, and he spent twenty five minutes editing his picture for Instagram and ended up late for the lecture. And he probably already spent even more time selecting the final photo to edit before you arrived to class and noticed him. Absolute idiot. Absolute handsome idiot, but idiot nonetheless. A grade A himbo with a grade C in financial accounting.ย
Okay, so scrap the parallel lines theory, maybe skew lines are a better way of explaining it. Yeah, that seems about right, the two of you are from completely different dimensions, never meant to interact or run parallel with each other. And once again, by this logic, your paths should never cross.
โY/N!โ
You stand corrected.
Na Jaemin does know that you exist.
You suddenly remember that there was that one small group presentation in that very same aforementioned accounting class, and you were assigned to the same group as Jaemin. Armed with this rediscovered memory, you are going to revise your earlier response and say that the correct descriptor for your relationship is perpendicular lines. That sounds right. Final answer. Youโre locking it in.
Your paths should have only intersected once, the two of you should be going in different directions, and even though youโre in another class with him again for spring semester this year (since all freshmen with a business major has to take the same Gen. Ed. classes), not once have the two of you had a proper conversation with each other (He asked you to pass a note one time, but that barely counts). Jaemin should have forgotten you by now, and you should be continuing on with your side character life that youโre very much content with.
So then why on earth is he shouting your name like youโre old friends and causing what feels like every person within a one mile radius to stare at you?
Heโs unknowingly giving you your main character moment, and you very quickly realize that you do not feel like the Y/N in any one of those Gojo fanfics you read religiously at three in the morning when you should really be studying or sleeping.
Instead, you feel like a bug watching its impending doom as a Doc Marten boot starts to descend at an alarming speed and you canโt even try to scuttle out of the way to avoid it. Frozen in your spot, you can only watch as your universityโs it boy skids to a stop in front of you after running across the grass and flashing you his million dollar smile. โHey, Y/N, right? We have ECON 13 together.โ
Starstruck, your mind to mouth filter is completely shot, and all you manage to let out is a very uncool โUh huh.โ
He laughs a little breathlessly, and you feel like all the oxygen has been knocked out of your lungs, too. Sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, Jaemin tilts his head to the side slightly, the sunlight catching his profile perfectly, and your breath hitches in your throat once more.
โI know this is gonna sound really, uh, forward since we barely know each other and all, butโโ
Youโre barely listening to him, your heart pounding in your chest and the blood rushing to your ears. Itโs pretty embarrassing to see how a mere stranger with a pretty face can affect you this much. You really thought you had a much stronger willpower than this, but itโs so goddamn unfair how this boy standing in front of you has the most perfectly sculpted face youโve ever seen. Plus, his eyelashes? Why the hell do boys always get the prettiest, thickest, and darkest lashes?ย
Meanwhile, youโre out here struggling to force your perpetually straight, stubby lashes into a curl that ends up lasting only a couple hours, even when you use waterproof mascara. You still end up with flat lashes and you have to feverishly scrub your eyes to remove the blasted makeup and lose a few cherished lashes in the process.
โโwith me?โ Jaemin finishes, and you belatedly realize that you did not catch a single word that he said, too caught up in your inner monologue and too busy ogling. However, your heart flutters in your chest when you catch the last part of his question. Not to be too presumptuous, but it sounds like heโs asking you out. Why else would anyone randomly stop you like this and talk to you for this long? Youโre positively giddy at this revelation. This is your moment, the one youโve been waiting for your whole life, like Rapunzel waiting in her tower for the one to come and save her from her horribly mundane, repetitive life.
โOh! Umโฆ yes?โ Itโs a 50/50 chance between yes or no, and you hope thatโs the correct answer heโs looking for.ย
Jaeminโs face immediately brightens, and he turns his smile up another kilowatt, nearly blinding you. You grin back at him, squinting a little. This must be how Icarus felt when he flew towards the sun.ย
โOh shit, really? Youโre really agreeing to tutor me? Hyuckโyou know, our classโs peer TAโsaid I was a hopeless cause, and I would need way more one on one lessons outside of his hours and all that if I wanted to pass. And yeah, I know I could probably bitch at him until he caves since weโre kind of friends, but he would also hold this over my head, but he said you had the highest score on last weekโs practice midterm, so I thought, โhey, why not shoot my shot?โโ He directs another smile your way, pausing for a quick breath. Your mind is racing a mile a minute, and his smile isnโt helping whatsoever as your heart decides to join in this race as well until it sinks when you finally process his words.
โWait, Donghyuck said that about me?โ you manage to get out, a little dazed, and Jaemin confirms before eagerly continuing on with his chatter, but all you can do is stupidly nod as the word โTUTORโ spins around and around in your mind in bold, italicized, underlined mocking red letters in Times New Roman font, size 12, double spaced, MLA format, the whole shebang.
Of course, he only wants a tutor. What made you think that a boy like him would look twice at a girl like you? The only other time a guy has ever expressed interest in you is to share homework answers for Calculus back in 10th grade (For the record, all of his answers were completely wrong, but Sungchan was a cute distraction. Actually, the two of you became very good friends once you very quickly got over the fact that you were firmly placed in the friendzone. Heโs even dating one of your best friends now).
โAnyways, can I have your number? I can text you to match our schedules and figure out the times to meet up for the next couple of weeks before our next midterm.โ You remain wide eyed, gazing at him like a deer caught in the headlights and still attempting to fully understand everything that has just happened.
Jaemin looks at you expectantly, his hand outstretched towards you with his phone tucked between his fingers. The device dangles there for an additional ten seconds that probably isnโt socially acceptable. Grab the phone, you scream at yourself silently, but your body doesnโt seem to want to cooperate. You blink slowly once. Then twice.
โOr, I can justโฆ uh, type in your number if you tell me,โ Jaemin says awkwardly, his smile wilting slightly as he shifts from one foot to the other under your unwavering gaze and slowly retracting his hand. Finally, you come to your senses as you quickly spring into action and snatch the phone from him, tapping in your digits and adding in your name and shared class before saving your contact.
โHere,โ you mutter, returning his phone, and he gives you a relieved grin. You clutch onto the strap of your backpack a little tighter, cursing the way your heart skips a beat. โI should be free most weekday afternoons since I prefer to take all morning classes, but let me know when youโre free and we can work something out.โ
โAwesome! Thank you so much, Y/N, youโre a life saver.โ Jaemin beams at you, touching your shoulder briefly and you feel that very same place on your body erupt in flames as your face heats up in a similar manner. โIโll text you tonight, yeah?โ
You can only numbly nod, subconsciously raising your hand and waving at him, and Jaemin chuckles, flashing his pearly whites at you again, before he saunters off and blends into a group of other equally pretty and popular students, a few of whom look over at you with vague interest before turning their attention back to the boy who just joined them.
What have you gotten yourself into?
ii. you want to go for a ride?
โIโm getting sus vibes from him.โ
Flicking her long dark hair over her shoulder, Lana takes a long sip of her wintermelon milk tea with honey pearls, a spitting image of that one infamous Starbucks meme of your schoolโs alumni, Hyungwon (His picture can still be found floating through discord chats, and youโre ninety percent sure your school used it in one of their recruitment brochures at one point). Sheโs sprawled out on the beanbag in the corner of your shared apartmentโs living room, her HP laptop covered in sailor moon stickers balanced across her thighs (She swears HP is the best laptop brand, but you donโt trust electronics advice from anyone who canโt even use a toaster properly).
โHave you even spoken to Jaemin? How exactly are you getting sus vibes from him?โ Moon jumps in, glancing over the top of her MacBook as she takes a quick break from her latest coding project regarding polynomials, matrices, and a bunch of other math terminology you rather not think about. You left all that arithmetic jargon back in high school after you got a 5 on both AP calculus exams and got to skip all required math classes for your accounting major (Sungchan wasnโt so lucky).
โHeโs a fratboy finance major.โ Lana rolls her eyes.
โPoint taken, but werenโt you into that senior, Jaehyun? Heโs one of them. You called him your soulmate,โ you interject, and she splutters for a few seconds before putting her hand up in protest.
โListen, I was going through a perpetual mental breakdown at the beginning of this semester. It doesnโt count. You try being a pharmacy major. Thank god I switched out to English. My mental state was compromised, and I wasnโt thinking straight.โ
โWhat do you mean not thinking straight? Lana, you literally chose the straightest, most heterosexual man out there.โ Moon jibes, closing her laptop now with an air of conceding defeat. You have to give her props for trying to work on some assignments, but you already knew no one was going to get any work done tonight. Itโs a Thursday night anyway, which means you have until Tuesday to get all the homework assigned today done. You can always work on them on Monday night and inevitably curse yourself for not getting it done earlier when you end up pulling an all nighter and show up to your 8 a.m. international marketing tactics class with raccoon eyes.ย
โThis is bullying, and we are on an anti-bullying campus,โ Lana complains, giving the two of you the stink eye before leaning over and lightly shoving the snoozing boy sprawled across the floor next to her. โWake up, Yang. Moon and Y/N gang up on me when youโre not awake to absorb all our gentle bullying.โ
The boy in question sits upright, bleary eyes and the drying ink from his notes now decorating his cheek, a lasting reminder of the makeshift pillow for his impromptu nap. Yawning, he stretches his arms, rubbing his face and making an even bigger mess of smears. โWhatโd I miss?โ
โWe were just discussing Lanaโs tragic crush on Jaehyun last year,โ you say, and she makes a strangled noise next to you. โWere you up late sewing again?โ
โYes,โ Yangyang grumbles, โYou would think Kaneki would be so easy to cosplay since he wears all black, but the mask is taking forever to make.โ
โCanโt one of your sugar daddies buy one for you?โ
โWhat sugar daddies? If I had one, I wouldnโt be stuck in here trying to balance equations,โ he moans, crumpling up another sheet filled up with scribbles and his latest attempts at answering the second to last problem for organic chemistry.
โMy bad, I thought you would have some from your cosplay account.โ Moon shrugs, rummaging through her large soccer mom purse for a snack and triumphantly pulling out a box of green tea Hello Pandas. โYou have like 100k followers on there.โ
โMy audience demographic is weebs.โ Yangyang deadpans. โHow many weebs do you know who are rich enough to send five thousand dollars every week to a struggling college student?โ
โWait, weโre going off topic right now. What do you know about Jaemin, Yang?โ Lana cuts in, and Moon nods in agreement (You try not to look too interested, but fail miserably, no doubt).
โJaemin Na? Iโve never talked to him personally, but thereโs always stories about him and his friends. Jeno is on the baseball team and notorious for his body count. Heโs the one that takes up like 30% of our universityโs anonymous confessions Twitter account. This is his insta, but heโs not really active on social media.โ Yangyang passes his phone around for the three of you to see Jenoโs Instagram. Thereโs a whopping total of fourteen posts, and every picture of him with someone of the opposite sex features a different girl. Instant red flag.
โLia is pretty big on Tik Tok,โ Yangyang continues, grabbing his phone to pull up her account to show all of you. โSheโs pretty and is actually really good at singing, but she's basically trying to be the next Addison Rae. Jimin models, and sheโs going by Karina nowadays. I heard she tried to trademark that name or something. She posts dancing Tik Toks. She and Yeonjun collab a lot. He walks for New York fashion week and has a Tik Tok for dancing, too. Iโm like 70% sure theyโre only dating to boost their views. Somi is the most popular one out of them. Sheโs the blonde one. Sheโs pretty talented and I heard she signed onto the same company as the Blackpink House. Sheโs even done a makeup video with Vogue recently.โ
โAnd Jaemin has a pretty large social following. He takes decent pictures, and thatโs what he insists his insta is for, but letโs be real, the majority of his followers are there for his face. You should see his TikTok. He literally just recorded himself looking at the camera and put some generic caption, and he racked up like seven hundred thousand likes,โ Yangyang grumbles, pulling up his account to show you all the video in question. โLike literally, what the hell is this? I have to put in so many hours making my outfits and editing my videos and all he does is smile and paste โDonโt have a valentine againโฆ hope this will change soonโ on top, and the preteens are foaming at the mouth.โ
โWow, jumpscare warning next time you show me him please.โ Lana wrinkles her nose at the repeating offensive clip. Yangyang merely shoves his phone even closer to her in response, and she flips him off.
โHey, youโre the one who asked about him. Why are you suddenly interested in him? Is this your Jaehyun 2.0 phase starting up?โ Yangyang grins, and Lana flicks his forehead in retaliation.
โShut up, when are you guys gonna let that die? Besides, itโs Y/N whoโs interested, not me,โ Lana retorts, and immediately, the spotlight is back on you. You cough awkwardly, feeling a bit uncomfortable with all the attention.
โUh, he just asked if I would tutor himโฆโ
โAnd you said yes?โ Yangyang sounds scandalized and utterly betrayed. โWhy would you willingly fraternize with the enemy like that?โ
โWhat enemy? I didnโt even know he knew I existed until this very recent development occurred.โย
โInfluencers like him are instant enemies to me, and as my friend, heโs your enemy by association. I can't believe youโre helping the competition,โ Yangyang sniffs.
You donโt have the guts to tell them all that the only reason you accepted his tutor proposal is because you got ahead of yourself and despite all the odds and signs, thought Jaemin was asking you out. You know your friends wonโt make fun of you (too badly), but that is completely humiliating, and you will be taking that to the grave.
โItโs just tutoring, donโt be so dramatic,โ you scoff, making a face at him. โHe texted me yesterday, and weโre meeting up at the library later today, and I reserved a private study room for two hours.โ
โOooh, so itโs a study date?โ Moon teases, and your cheeks betray you with the amount of heat now emanating off of them.
โShut up, itโs literally just tutoring. Weโre going over supply and demand curves.โย
โNo, back up, he texted you yesterday and you didnโt tell us about him until today?โ Lana interjects, holding up her hand and putting on a faux offended expression. โWhat kind of friend are you? Weโre supposed to tell each other every nitty gritty detail about our love lives! Like Sungchan texts Moon good morning texts at eight in the morning, and by 8:30 a.m., weโre already getting a play by play about it in the group chat!โ
Moon turns pink and opens her mouth before deciding against it and quietly shuts it. Yangyang silently laughs next to Lana, his shoulders shaking (You decide that you shouldnโt tell them Jaemin actually asked you in person to tutor him three days ago or else, Lana will chew you out even more).
You protest, flailing your arms around slightly in exasperation. โThereโs literally zero development in my love life! I have nothing going on in it, and I can guarantee you that he does not see me in that light whatsoever.โ
โYeah, okay, sure.โ Lana looks wholly unconvinced, and your two friends look back and forth between the two of you like two kids watching their divorced parents fight. โSoโฆ Do you need help picking out an outfit for tomorrow?โ
โโฆ Yeah.โ
iii. sure, ken. jump in!
โHey, Y/N!โย
Jaemin loudly whispers a little breathlessly as he drops his bag onto the table and slumps into the chair next to yours, his chest heaving slightly. Startled, you jerk up in your chair, heart skipping a beat when you realize heโs here. You were supposed to be in a private study room, but there was a group of boys already in there, and as the most non-confrontational person to walk this earth, you decided to cut your losses and take a table nearby.
โDid you wait long? I got caught up outside the library when Somi stopped me and completely forgot,โ he says apologetically, pulling out his textbooks, and you shake your head, giving him a shy smile.
โNo, itโs alright. I was already here anyway, and I got some extra studying done.โ You gesture towards the papers and notebooks strewn across the tableโs surface, covered in your notes from todayโs classes. โShould we start with todayโs lesson? How much did you understand in class today?โ
โMaybe the first five minutes of it only.โ
You pause, glancing over at him. โProfessor Hwang was ten minutes late to class.โ
โExactly.โ Jaemin nods, and you stifle a laugh. He grins at you. โI donโt think you realize how much of a hopeless cause I am when you agreed to tutor me.โ
โWe can start from the beginning then. You have four weeks until the midterm, and we can go through every lesson weโve had so far. Iโll make up a study schedule if you give me yours. And if you continue to go to Donghyuckโs tutoring hours too, you should hopefully be able to catch up and do well on the midterm.โ
Jaemin wordlessly pulls up his class schedule on his phone, and you plug them into a Google calendar that you quickly share to his email. โSo, I color coded your classes in green, and my classes are in pink. Do you have any other things that we need to work around?โ
He peers over at your screen, scanning the contents. โI have my weekly frat meetings on Tuesday nights and mandatory events on other nights.โ
โAlright, you can put them in and weโll figure out meeting times,โ you say, pushing your laptop towards him and he starts to add in his extracurricular activities.
ย โParty from 8 pm to 1 am?โ you read skeptically, your eyes scanning over the event he tacked in under this weekโs Friday.
โYeah, canโt miss it,โ Jaemin says, typing in more events and making sure to color code them in blue. โDonโt you have things to do on Friday night too?โ
โUh, maybe grab a poke bowl from the dining hall to go and watch another Banana Fish episode,โ you say awkwardly, fiddling with the small Gojo keychain you have attached to your pouch.
Jaemin stops, looking over at you. โYou watch Banana Fish?โ
Your cheeks grow warm. โโฆ Yeah, why?โย
His eyes light up and he asks eagerly, โDid you see the latest episode? When Golzine leaves Arthur in charge?โ
The two of you continue discussing the plot as he finishes up adding in his schedule for the next four weeks, finally nudging the laptop back towards you. โDo you need to add in your stuff too?โ
โMm no, itโs fine. I already put in my classes, and Iโm not in any clubs or sororities,โ you answer, making sure to input Donghyuckโs tutoring hours as well before scanning over the calendar and pinpointing areas where heโs free for at least one to two hours. โOkay, should we start with meeting three times a week?โ
โHuh, you memorized Hyuckโs hours?โ Jaemin notes, giving you a sly smile as he moves closer to look at the schedule.
โHuh? No, donโt you always know your professorsโ and TAsโ office hours?โ you ask, looking up and are immediately startled after underestimating the proximity between you and the beautiful boy next to you.ย
โNo, Iโm not a nerd,โ he snorts lightly, and you laugh awkwardly, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction and put a little more distance between the two of you before you go into cardiac arrest, โRight, yeah, well, anywayโโ
โYou were also interested when I said Hyuck mentioned you before,โ Jaemin says suddenly, sitting up straight before a wide grin spreads across his face as he loudly exclaims, โYou totally have a crush on him!โ
โQuiet down!โ You immediately shush him, the tips of your ears burning as everyone within a 40 feet radius in the library is now staring at the two of you. Youโve never received this much attention before, and you very quickly realize that you absolutely hate it. You loudly whisper-protest, stumbling over your words in a panic, โIโI donโt have a crush on him!โ
โOh, come on, your face is getting hot and youโre stuttering. You do too like him,โ Jaemin laughs softly, propping his elbow onto the table and resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he gives you a once over. โI could totally make you into his type.โ
โWhatโs that supposed to mean?โ You ask hotly, cheeks burning even more when you feel his eyes graze over your figure.
โOh, itโll be so much fun. We can go to the mall and pick out some cute clothes for you, and then swing by the hair shop. Youโre definitely using the wrong conditioner and shampoo,โ Jaemin continues, eying your hair for a quick second.
โWait, wait, weโre just here for tutoring, what are you even talking about?โ You ask, bewildered before grasping a stray strand of your hair between your fingers. โAnd what do you mean Iโm using the wrong shampoo?โ
โAnd conditioner,โ Jaemin pipes up, picking up his phone to search up some better brands he would recommend. โWhat have you been using? 2 in 1 Head and Shoulders?โ
โNo,โ you huff softly, your ears growing even warmer at the accusation. โI just use whatever my mom buys in bulk at Costco.โ
โOkay, well, you should use this instead,โ Jaemin says, showing his phone screen to you, and your eyes widen slightly when you note the price tag.
โI cannot be forking over nearly seventy dollars on shampoo and conditioner,โ you say incredulously, pushing his phone back towards him and waving your hand dismissively. โAnd thereโs no way Iโm going to spend even more money on new clothes.โ
โOkay, fine, I think I have some unopened bottles from sponsored deals that I can give to you,โ Jaemin sighs, opening up his text messages to find his friendsโ group chat. โOr my friends would have some good ones, too. Maybe we can get you some of their free clothes from sponsorships, too.โ
โYou guys just get free clothes?โย
โYeah,โ he shrugs, glancing over at you. โOn second thought, Karina and Lia arenโt the same size as you, so you wonโt fit them. We can just order some basic pieces online or something for starters.โ
โWeโWe arenโt doing this,โ you loudly whisper back to him, hyper aware of the other students around you who keep glancing over at Jaemin. โLetโs just focus on making this schedule and helping you pass your midterm.โ
โOh, please, doll, itโd be fun. Just think of it as a payment for your tutoring,โ Jaemin persuades you, scooting closer to you and pressing his thigh against yours lightly. Your breath hitches in your throat at the pet name and his touch. Youโve never been this close to any boy before, let alone one as attractive as Jaemin.
โYouโll look so pretty, I know the perfect outfits to make for you. And I can teach you how to get Hyuckโs attention, too,โ he continues, nudging you lightly, and youโre still dazed, unable to get over the fact that heโs impossibly close to you, close enough for you to count the pretty lashes framing his even prettier eyes. You wonder what itโs like to be that beautiful, what itโs like to have people falling at your feet, what itโs like to mesmerize everyone the second you walk into a room.
Honestly, if Jaemin asked you to jump, your only response would be โhow high.โ
โIf I agree to this, will you finally pay attention?โ you sigh, and Jaemin instantly brightens up, nodding and giving you another one of those smiles that makes your stomach flip flop. Your Achillesโ heel is one very persistent boy who goes by the name of Na Jaemin, and he has hit you with a direct bullseye.
โYes, Iโll be a model student, doll.โ
You hesitate for a split second before relenting. โOkay, fine, deal.โ
iv. iโm a barbie girl in the barbie world.
Jaemin is easy on the eyes, but currently proving to be very difficult for your nerves during your fourth tutoring session. Your wardrobe has increased in style and size by now, and youโre dressed in a pretty lilac top that wraps around you and accentuates your curves and hides what needs to be hidden perfectly. Your jeans may dig a little more than youโd like into your stomach, but itโs your fault that you chose to wear your photo jeans instead of your sitting jeans. Also, your hair has never looked better, all thanks to the boy seated next to you.
โNo, when there is a low supply, thereโs a high demand. They directly affect each other,โ you try to re-explain to the boy next to you, drawing out the line graph once again. He stares down at the familiar graph before looking at the written practice problem in front of him. Professors must have an insane amount of patience, you silently think to yourself.ย
You sigh. โLetโs put it this way. You and Jeno want to buy the same shirt, but thereโs only one left in the right size. So thatโs two people who are demanding the one shirt. And the store only has one shirt in its supply. So how would you describe this situation?โ
โOh.โ The look of realization flashes across Jaeminโs face as your example easily snaps the puzzle pieces into place for him. โThereโs a high demand and low supply. Too many people want the shirt, but thereโs not enough shirts.โ
โYes, you got it!โ You cheer quietly, mindful of your location at one of the libraryโs tables. โNow try reading through the practice problems and draw the appropriate supply and demand graphs for each one.โ
ย โAnd when Iโm done with this, we can take a break, and Iโll teach you how to do makeup. My friends will help,โ Jaemin says idly as he reads through the first problem again.ย
Your stomach lurches slightly at that, and you hesitate. โYour friends?โ
โYeah, you know, Jeno, Karina, Lia, and Yeonjun. Somi, too, but sheโs been busy. I can teach you basic skincare and makeup, but the girls will have to help you with the rest,โ he says casually, scrawling down his first answer and the corresponding graph.
You swallow hard, your voice croaking slightly before you hastily clear it. โAre you sure? Do you think theyโll like me?โ
โYeah, donโt worry about it, doll. Youโre like a puppy, and everyone likes those,โ Jaemin mumbles idly, eyebrows furrowing as he rereads the second problem.
โA puppy?โ You donโt know whether to be offended or not yet.
Oh, you know, just that youโre cute and all,โ Jaemin laughs lightly, starting to write down his next answer, and your heart nearly stops in your chest. You force yourself to breathe regularly again.
โOh, I see,โ you start to answer coolly, but stuttering on the last word, internally cursing your tongue at the last stumble. You try to sit calmly and relax for the rest of the tutoring session as Jaemin slowly makes his way through the practice packet, but the knot in your stomach continues to tangle even more, growing ever bigger. Maybe you should just tell Jaemin that lunch didnโt agree with you and cut this meetup short.ย
But that means less time spent with Jaemin. Maybe it wouldnโt be so bad. Jaemin is nice, so his friends should be as well, you reason with yourself. Thereโs no need to be nervous. Even if theyโre all incredibly beautiful, hot people with the most unapproachable aura you have ever encountered.
Like honestly, how is someone like Karina even real? Her face could start a modern day equivalent of the Trojan War. She is literally the face blueprint for every main female character you play in your otome games.
Turns out, Karina is even more gorgeous up close. Ridiculously close with the way sheโs inches from your face as she swipes on some blush on the apples of your cheeks. You never thought youโd see the resident it girl here for you, standing in the middle of your dorm room, let alone have an actual conversation with her that extended beyond a polite hello when she stops by for Giselle. Itโs already been 45 minutes, and your nerves still havenโt calmed down.
โYou just need to apply a little bit here and here on both your cheeks,โ she instructs you, pointing towards your cheekbones and carefully applying the rosy powder to the same areas. She pauses in the application momentarily so that you can type out a few notes into your phone covering her directions. โYou can go heavier if you want the cute sunburn, Sabrina Carpenter look, but if you do too much, youโll end up looking like my ex.โ
โWhat?โ Youโre startled, glancing over at her and nearly getting blinded once again by her lethal face card. She laughs lightly, giving you a slight smile. โA clown.โย
โOh, got it,โ you chuckle, albeit nervously, shooting her a quick smile. โIโll make sure to not do that.โ
โRelax, itโs easy. Just a bit of makeup here and there, and youโll be fine. All I do is some mascara, falsies, and a good lippie when Iโm lazy, and Iโm out the door in ten minutes,โ Lia jumps in, holding several different tubes of lip tints.
โAre you sure? Thatโs really it?โ You ask hesitantly, glancing over the various makeup products strewn over your desk. It looks a lot more complicated than what she had just described.
โWell, maybe you might need a bit more, like concealer and foundation. And some bronzer and heavy contouring. But just stick to the skincare routine and itโll help lessen it,โ Karina sighs, dabbing some highlighter to the tip of your nose before seeing the uncertain look in your eyes, adding hastily, โBut itโs so worth it, trust. Youโll look so pretty, and it comes with so many perks. Girl math is knowing you can go out with no money and just your face card.โ
โHey, youโre friends with Yangyang?โ Lia pipes up, noticing the photo strip you have pinned on your corkboard, nestled between the various Mystic Messenger Seven fanart and Zorro art prints.
โHuh? Oh yeah, I am. You know him?โ You answer, and she nods before leaning in and evenly applying a thin layer of periwinkle tint on your lips. โYeah, weโre in the same German class. Do you know if heโs seeing anyone?โ
Well, you definitely canโt tell her about the raging heart on he has for his best friend, but itโs not like he really is seeing anyone either. You do vaguely remember Yangyang saying Lia was pretty and talented during his quick 5 minute minute class to Jaemin and his friends, so itโs not like he hates her either.
โNo, heโs not,โ you answer, hoping you made the right choice, and Liaโs face visibly brightens. โOh, really? Thatโs great.โ
โOkay, weโre done.โ Karina announces, stepping back and holding up a mirror for you. โNot bad, right?โ
โOh, wow,โ you suck in a breath, nearly gasping in surprise as you peer at the glass. You almost donโt recognize yourself. The contouring lifts up your face, slimming it down, and the blush gives you a pretty pink hue that makes you look sun kissed. Your lower lashes have nearly doubled in length with the mascara, giving you a pretty babydoll look. Karina had perfectly applied a set of falsies for you, framing your eyes delicately, and the shimmery eyeshadow and soft winged eyeliner accentuates your eyes even more. Your lips are the prettiest shade of pink, tinted and glossy.
You canโt believe it is your own reflection staring back at you.
โNow put this outfit on,โ Lia says with a knowing smile, placing a shopping bag in your lap. โJaemin picked it out.โ
โOh, really? Alright,โ you manage to mumble out, dazed and still admiring yourself in the hand mirror. Karina laughs softly, nudging Lia before moving towards your door. โWe have to get to a sorority meeting now, but I hope you like it, doll. And make sure to practice.โ
โI love it,โ you say breathlessly, grazing your fingertips against the cool glass, still in disbelief. โAnd I definitely will practice.โ
โMm, good, text us if you need any help! And send progress pics! We want to see how itโs going,โ Lia answers, waving over her shoulder before the two of them exit your dorm. Sitting there alone, you stare at your reflection for a little longer, admiring yourself. You feel so pretty.ย
You finally remember the paper bag on your lap, and you immediately dig into it, pulling out a flowy floral sundress. Itโs beautiful, and you quickly tug off your jeans and tshirt before going to your drawers to dig around for the appropriate bra for the dress. You manage to find it, snapping on the bra around yourself from the front before twisting it until the clasp is against your back. You hastily push your arms through the straps, tugging on either side until itโs on perfectly. You suck in a quick breath, internally preparing yourself for the battle with the next piece of clothing, a.k.a. your worst enemy: spandex. Youโve familiarized yourself with the awkward jig you have to do around your dorm until youโve wriggled into the tight elastic enough so that it sits in the correct spot and sucks in all the right places.
At last, you won the war, but you feel sweaty now, flopping back onto your bed for a quick break. You flap your hands in front of your face, thanking whoever decided to invent setting spray. You grab your deodorant spray and douse yourself in a heavy dose of it before picking up the sundress and slipping it over your head. To your great relief, it slides on perfectly, and you quickly shuffle over to the full length mirror hanging on the back of your door. You straighten out the dress and quickly pat down any strand of hair knocked askew from your latest struggles before giving a smile to the mirror.
Dare you say it? You look pretty.
Youโve never looked this pretty before.
You happily take out the dainty gold heart necklace you had carefully tucked into your top desk drawer, struggling for a few seconds before you manage to clasp it around your neck. You quickly pull the pendant towards the front before slipping on the strappy sandals you left next to your desk. You grab the cute purse you bought last week, now packed with the perfect essentials, and give yourself one last once over.
You have nowhere to go, but you decide to take a walk to the dining hall. After all, youโre dressed up so nicely, makeup done so perfectly, you canโt waste it on another night stuffing your face with hot Cheetos and rewatching the first season of Haikyuu!!. Opening your door, you step out and nearly run into someone.ย
โOh, finally, youโre done, doll. I thought you died in there or someโฆโ
His eyes widening in utter shock, his next word dies on the tip of his tongue when Jaemin sees you standing in front of him. His mouth falls open slightly before he quickly closes it to swallow harshly, his throat running dry. Heโs never seen you like this before, never imagined that youโd be this pretty. He inhales sharply, stiffening slightly as his eyes rake over your figure, seeing how the dress perfectly accentuates your figure, and settles on your face.
โJaemin? What are you doing here?โ Your eyes widen slightly before your cheeks grow warm when you notice his stunned reaction.
โUm,โ he croaks out, voice cracking before he quickly swallows again, silently cursing when puberty decides to make a belated appearance. โLia texted me that you were done, so I wanted to see how it went. You lookโฆ wow.โ
Your cheeks heat up even further, and you laugh a little nervously, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. โR-really? Itโs not too much?โ
โNo!โ He immediately blurts out before his cheeks flush carmine. โIโI mean, you look really good. You should dress like this more often.โ
You canโt stop the smile spreading across your face, and Jaeminโs heart flip flops in his chest. โReally? Thank you, I will then.โ
โOf course, really. I picked the dress myself after all,โ He tries to joke before hastily clearing his throat. โDo you have somewhere to be?โ
โOh, no, I donโt. I was just going to go to the dining hall and grab some food,โ you answer awkwardly, shifting your purse over your shoulder slightly and tightening your fingers around its strap.
โLet me take you out for dinner.โ Jaemin blurts out, a little high pitched, mentally facepalming at how he sounds. โI mean, we can go over some of the harder problems in that packet since I probably need more studying anyway, and Iโll teach you a couple more dating tricks.โ
โSure, okay, that sounds good.โ You give him a wider beam, and Jaemin feels his heart beat a little faster. Maybe you donโt need that much teaching from him after all. Seems like youโre a quick learner.
v. life is plastic, itโs fantastic!
โThe only thing youโre fucking is stupid.โ
โShut the hell up, Yeonjun. At least Iโm not sticking my dick in crazy.โ
You watch the light argument going on between Jeno and Yeonjun in amusement. You and Jaemin had just finished your ninth tutoring session two hours ago, and you think heโs getting on track to actually scoring a decent grade for the next midterm. You were initially going to head towards Lana and Moonโs dorm for your weekly anime show marathon, but Jaemin insisted that you stop by the Alpha Sigma Psi house for a small party. Giselle and Karina are both part of that house, so you figured it couldnโt hurt to make a quick appearance. Good thing you spent some time touching up your makeup before todayโs tutoring session.
โHey, doll! Join the photo,โ Jaemin calls out to you, gesturing you towards the area he and the rest of his friends are standing. You see another really pretty girlโMinjeong, was it?โstanding on the side, holding up a phone and preparing to take the picture.
โOh, no, itโs okay, I can just take the photo instead,โ you laugh awkwardly, extending your hand out towards Minjeong, but Jeno gently nudges you forward, โNo way, you never take pics with us. Just one, come on, Y/N.โ
โYeah, join us!โ Jaemin says brightly, tugging you towards him and you stumble slightly, falling forward into his chest. You quickly catch yourself, hands suddenly pressed against his chest, and the blood rushes to your face.
โOh my god, Iโm so sorry,โ you start to babble, trying to push yourself away before Jaemin quickly wraps his arm around your waist. โNope, youโre staying here, itโs just a few pics, please, doll?โ
โIโI mean, I donโt reallyโโ
You start to say before Minjeongโs voice cuts through the air. โOkay, Iโm taking it in five seconds now. So get ready and pose or be ready to live with the consequences on Insta forever.โย
Everyone immediately shuffles around, and youโre squeezed even tighter against Jaemin, and you just know that he can feel your heart pounding rapidly against his chest.
โSmile, doll,โ Jaemin laughs gently, squeezing your hip lightly and you inhale sharply at that, your heart rate spiking and increasing exponentially. You muster up a few shaky smiles as the flash starts to go off.
After a few more pictures, you manage to untangle yourself from the group and hurriedly go towards Minjeong. โI can take the pictures, you should join in.โ
She immediately brightens up at that, giving you a kilowatt smile as she hands you the phone and slips into your original position in between Jaemin and Karina. โOh, thanks, Y/N.โ
You wait a few moments for everyone to get readjusted before you begin to snap some photos, having already mastered this from the previous hang outs youโve joined and knowing how to take the best angles for everyone, including all the 0.5 zoom out ones. After taking some additional group and solo photos for the girls, youโre finally free of your duties. Your eyes widen when you check the time on your phone, and you hurriedly make your way over to Jaemin.
โHey, I need to get going now. I have to get to Lana and Moonโs dorm, so Iโll see you later,โ you say quickly, already beginning to brush past him as the realization sets in that itโs been over an hour when you told your friends that you would only be fifteen minutes late.
โWait, what? Hey, hold on, doll.โ Jaemin reaches out to you, but you slip past him, calling over your shoulder. โSorry, Iโm late!โ
He strides over, soon matching your pace as you speed walk back to the freshman dormitories. โCanโt you slow down a little bit? Itโs not like you all havenโt seen these episodes before, plus we watched a few of them together after our last tutoring session.โ
โYeah, but Iโm over an hour late,โ you stress, slightly frazzled now as you hurriedly type out an apology to send to the group chat.
โJust breathe, okay? Youโll be fine. Theyโre your friends. They should understand,โ Jaemin reassures you, grabbing your hand and you freeze slightly. He notices your stop and teases lightly, โI said slow down, not stop. Whatโs wrong?โ
โN-Nothing,โ you stammer out a little too quickly, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. Heโs holding your hand. Na Jaemin is hand in hand with you, fingers intertwined. You almost want to pinch yourself to see if youโre dreaming.
โWell, alright then, come on, let me walk you back,โ Jaemin laughs before tugging you along. โYou can help me pick out which pictures to post on Insta along the way, too, yeah?โ
โOh, sure,โ you say breathlessly, your heart rate quickening to an embarrassing speed when he squeezes your hand gently, and you nesrly trip over your own feet.
โPerfect, so what about this one?โ He holds up his phone to show you the picture you had taken for the group earlier, and you falter slightly. Why are you feeling a little disappointed with his choice?
Jaemin notices your hesitation and says a little softly, โI know youโre a private person. So I thought youโd prefer if I posted the group photo you took. You always take the best pictures for me, too. You know my good side the best. And itโd be weird if Hyuck saw, too, right? But did you want the other photo? I mean, if you really want it, I can..?โ
โNo!โ You hurriedly say to reassure him, squeezing his hand lightly. โNo, youโre right. I donโt want my picture out there. And um, yeah, that definitely wouldnโt be good if Hyuck saw.โ
Jaemin gives you a relieved smile. โYeah, exactly. Youโre not upset, right, doll? We still have that fun pic of us and our homemade pizzas from earlier that I posted on my finsta. I didnโt know making pizzas would be that easy.โ
โOf course not, donโt worry about it,โ you laugh softly, continuing to walk back to the freshman dormitories, and Jaemin swings your joined hands between the two of you freely.
โMm, Iโm getting free cooking and tutoring lessons in exchange for dating tips. Two for the price of one is quite the good deal for me, right?โ Jaemin teases lightly, and you let out another laugh.
โYouโre right, it is. You better step up your game then.โ
โOh, just you wait, youโll get dating tips and a boyfriend, so weโll be even,โ Jaemin chuckles softly, squeezing your hand, and the butterflies erupt in your stomach once again, and you muster up the courage to say something a little more teasing.
โIs that a guarantee?โ
โWell, you have a demand, and I must supply, right?โ
โโฆI donโt think thatโs how it quite goes, Jaemin. Maybe you need a few more tutoring sessions.โ
โAll I hear is that you want to spend more time with me,โ Jaemin laughs, giving you the prettiest smile, and your cheeks warm up even more, heart stuttering in your chest. Speechless, you let him continue on, his chattering filling the air as you listen with quiet content, your hand securely tucked in his for the remainder of the walk back.
vi. you can brush my hair.
Jaemin sits on the edge of his chair across from you at the table in the dorm common area, anxiously tapping his fingers against the flat surface. You are down to the last page of the mock exam packet, carefully going over his work with a red pen. You made minimal marks on the papers, a stark contrast to the very first practice exam he had worked on near the start of your tutoring. At that point in time, he didnโt even get to the end of the exam.
โAmazing.โ
You say in awe, scanning through the last problem Jaemin had completed before tallying up his final score and calculating his results. โI canโt believe it. You got an 87.โ
โNo fucking way,โ Jaemin is wide eyed, staring at you in disbelief, and you give him a wide smile, sliding the packet over to him, so that he can look over the exam and notes youโve written for the problems he missed.ย
โYes fucking way.โ
โHoly shit, this is insane,โ Jaemin breathes out, carefully reading through each page, and to his utter amazement, he understands every note and explanation you had added next to each incorrect question. He looks up at you, beaming, โI really got a B+?โ
โYou did,โ you confirm, smiling back at him. โAnd who knows? It might become an A if the exam gets curved.โ
โOh my god, I owe you my life,โ Jaemin chuckles, staring down at the graded exam in front of him, still in disbelief. โSeriously, doll, thank you so much.โ
โOh, of course, anytime,โ you laugh sheepishly, twisting the rings adorning your fingers around nervously before averting your attention elsewhere, standing up to go towards the adjacent communal kitchen and carrying your filled tote bag with you. โAโAnyway, I brought some things to celebrate a job well done so far.โ
โAnd how did you know I wouldโve done well? What if I completely bombed that exam?โ Jaemin teases you, standing up and following after you.
โI donโt know, I guess I just believed in you,โ you stutter out, cheeks warming up as you set down your tote bag on the counter, unable to look him in the eyes, and he freezes, mulling over your words silently.
You believe in him? Someone whoโs a hopeless cause? He honestly didnโt even believe in himself, he thinks to himself, his chest constricting uncomfortably, a foreign feeling making its entrance known to him, constricting around his heart. He inhales sharply, shoving it away with an easy going smile. โIs that so? Well, thanks, Y/N. And what are we doing now?โ
โMaking pancakes,โ you answer, busying yourself with pulling out the ingredients from your tote bag. โYou need to be well fed before the midterm. Your brain needs food. And the class is at 8 am, and neither of us are not morning people, so this is as good as itโs gonna get.โ
โPancakes?โ Jaemin echoes after you, glancing at the various items strewn across the counterโs surface. โDoes it really take this many ingredients? Isnโt it just the box mix and water?โ
โThatโs the short cut way. Weโre making pancakes from scratch,โ you laugh softly, taking out a mixing bowl and whisk along with the measuring cups and spoons.ย
โBut why? Itโs so much easier the other way.โ Jaemin whines softly, and you chuckle lightly. โTrust me, itโs worth the effort.โ
You hand the one cup measuring utensil and bowl to Jaemin and nudge him towards the flour. โHelp me measure out two cups of flour.โ
โAlright,โ he sighs, opening the bag of flour and carefully scooping out the first cup, scraping off any excess before dumping it into the bowl before repeating the process. โWhat next?โ
โFour tablespoons of sugar,โ you answer, handing him the sugar and appropriate measuring utensil before working on measuring four teaspoons of baking powder and a quarter of a teaspoon of baking soda. You pour those to the mixing bowl as Jaemin quietly measures the sugar and adds it in as well before waiting for your next instructions. You quickly drop in half of a teaspoon of salt before pushing the bowl towards him. โNow whisk this together gently, please.โ
Jaemin busies himself with combining the dry ingredients as you take out half a stick of butter from the fridge (The one labeled with your name, of course. Youโre no food thief, unlike someone whoโs been stealing other peopleโs leftover takeout). You microwave it to get four tablespoons of melted butter before making your way to Jaeminโs side.
โOkay, now make a well in the center of it,โ you say, and Jaemin clumsily makes an indent in the dry mixture before looking towards you for approval.
โPerfect, now add in two teaspoons of vanilla extract and crack the egg into it there,โ you instruct him, and he obediently follows your directions. You measure out one and three quarters cups of milk and add it to the well before also pouring in the melted butter.
โDo I just whisk it together now?โ Jaemin asks, picking up the whisk again, and you nod.
โYes, mix it all together. Itโs fine if thereโs a few lumps, but it should be smooth overall.โ Your eyes trail over his face, and you stifle a small laugh. โYou got a little something on your cheek.โ
โWhat?โ Jaemin looks up, pausing in his whisking and you canโt help but giggle, staring at the flour dusting his cheek. โThereโs flour on your face.โ
โOh, really? Can you wipe it off for me?โ Jaemin laughs softly, attempting to brush at it with his shoulder but failing to reach that high.
โOh, s-sure,โ you stammer slightly, your hand quivering slightly as you outstretch your fingers and gingerly brush your fingertips against the apple of his cheek. His sun kissed skin is warm beneath your fingertips, and your breath hitches in your throat before you gently wipe away the remaining residue. You can feel his gaze searing into your face, but you refuse to look him directly in the eyes.
โThere, all done,โ you murmur, hastily pulling away and taking a step back. Jaemin lets out a breath he didnโt even realize he was holding in. He clears his throat, setting down the bowl. โI think this is all done, too.โ
โOh, great, thatโs great,โ you say, immediately focusing on the bowl before carrying it with you towards the stove, turning it on. โLetโs set this to medium-low heat. And Iโll add some butter to the pan, so the pancake wonโt stick.โ
Jaemin hands you the leftover butter and pan for you to set onto the stove. You use the spatula to move around a pat of butter, coating the pan nicely. Once the stove is ready and the butter starts to sizzle slightly, you pour a quarter cup of the batter onto the pan, expertly flicking your wrist to rotate the pan and cause the batter to form a perfect circle. You pull out a small container of blueberries, sprinkling some of them on top.
โWoah.โ Jaemin watches you, impressed. โTeach me how to do that.โ
โThis? Itโs easy,โ you laugh softly, checking on the pancake until its underside is golden and small bubbles start to form on the top. You quickly move the pan, flipping the pancake onto its other side. โYou can try making the next one.โ
โYeah? Will you wrap your arms around me and give me the one on one experience?โ Jaemin jokes lightheartedly, and you nearly choke. โI meanโI donโt think that's completely necessary.โ
โRelax, doll, Iโm just kidding,โ he laughs softly, nudging you gently, and you let out an awkward laugh. โOh, totally. Just a joke.โ
Once the pancake is golden on both sides, you carefully slide it onto a plate Jaemin pulled out from one of the cabinets. Your heart rate finally returns to its normal state, and you manage to say calmly, โMaple syrup and whipped cream are in the fridge.โย
Jaemin takes out the aforementioned toppings, generously slathering on some butter before pouring the syrup and spraying whipped cream onto the pancake. He cuts out a small piece and quickly spears it onto his fork before taking the bite, nearly moaning in delight at the first taste.
โHoly crap, this is so fucking good.โ
โMy secret recipe,โ you say proudly as you start to pour the batter for a second pancake, evenly spreading it on the pan. โWas it worth the effort?โ
โYes.โ Jaemin swallows, almost immediately going for another bite before he gazes at you, giving you a genuine smile, and your heart rate again increases to an alarming speed.
โDefinitely worth it.โ
vii. undress me everywhere.
You finish the midterm in forty five minutes, being the first one to turn in your completed exam. Thisย means you finished twenty minutes before the class ends and consequently, either failed it spectucularly or knocked it out of the park. You really hope itโs the latter.
Despite being rather preoccupied with other matters a.k.a. your suddenly thriving social life, you managed to cram in some studying here and there because your mother would absolutely kill you if you lost your provost scholarship. Gifted kid burnout? Whoโs that? You never heard of her before (Just kidding, youโve had plenty of breakdowns and cry fests over calculating bond values and stock prices).
Now outside of the classroom in one of the open study alcoves, you drop your Longchamp bag on the empty chair next to you before tugging at the back of your jean skirt before carefully sitting down. You make sure to readjust your bra straps, tucking them under the ruched fabric of your white shirt. Tapping your fingers against the scratched surface of the table, you briefly admire the shimmery gold ombrรฉ manicure adorning your nails that Jaemin had chosen last week. You pull out a compact from the inner side pocket of your purse, carefully checking your makeup to ensure it is still in pristine condition before quickly swiping in another layer of your Buxom plumping lip gloss in the best shade: fir royale.
The flurry of text messages pinging across your screen quickly catches your attention, and you tuck your mirror and tube of lip gloss away before scrolling through them, letting out a quiet scoff at Karinaโs latest melodramatic outburst in the clout chasers group chat:
[ 11:46 a.m. ] karebear โจ: guys, gals, and yuckjun
[ 11:46 a.m. ] choi YJ ๐ฆ: what tf ??? why are you calling me out
[ 11:46 a.m. ] karebear โจ: shut up or else I wonโt make out with you anymore
[ 11:46 a.m. ] choi YJ ๐ฆ: ๐ค
[ 11:46 a.m. ] jenaur ๐คบ: are you that touch starved bro
[ 11:47 a.m. ] karebear โจ: anyway as i was saying
[ 11:47 a.m. ] karebear โจ: this skank in my marketing class has been copying my outfits and posting them on her insta and she has like 10k followers now
[ 11:47 a.m. ] princess lia ๐: time to tear a bitch apart
[ 11:47 a.m. ] karebear โจ: like look at this shit
[ 11:47 a.m. ] karebear โจ: sent {10 images.jpeg}
[ 11:47 a.m. ] karebear โจ: my followers are gonna rip her apart
[ 11:47 a.m. ] karebear โจ: sheโs downgrading my brand
[ 11:47 a.m. ] princess lia ๐: dw girl iโll do a response video so my followers will see too
[ 11:48 a.m. ] princess lia ๐: she canโt get away with this
[ 11:48 a.m. ] karebear โจ: loved a message
[ 11:48 a.m. ] somi amor ๐: idkโฆ theyโre similar styles but thatโs what popular rn
[ 11:48 a.m. ] karebear โจ: itโs gonna be song jia 2.0 watergate
[ 11:49 a.m. ] karebear โจ: just say youโre broke and go
[ 11:49 a.m. ] karebear โจ: if sheโs gonna plagiarize me, she better do it right like bffr walmart versionย
[ 11:49 a.m. ] somi amor ๐: you have proof theyโre fake?ย
[ 11:49 a.m. ] karebear โจ: i mean fake bitch fake bags right
[ 11:49 a.m. ] jenaur ๐คบ: idk sheโs kinda hot
[ 11:49 a.m. ] karebear โจ: shut up jen be like your hairline and fall back
[ 11:49 a.m. ] jenaur ๐คบ: HELLO ?! back me up yeonjun
[ 11:50 a.m. ] choi YJ ๐ฆ: um
[ 11:50 a.m. ] choi YJ ๐ฆ: ๐ค
[ 11:51 a.m. ] choi YJ ๐ฆ: if you wanna be fucking stupid then knock yourself out
[ 11:51 a.m. ] karebear โจ: loved a message
[ 11:51 a.m. ] karebear โจ: hey my place tonight jun ๐ฅฐ
[ 11:51 a.m. ] jenaur ๐คบ: are you gonna listen to your own advice yj
[ 11:51 a.m. ] karebear โจ: excuse me ????
[ 11:51 a.m. ] jenaur ๐คบ: ๐ค๐ค๐ค
[ 11:51 a.m. ] jenaur ๐คบ: proverbs 26:11
โHey, doll, whatโs so funny?โย
Jaemin appears next to you, and you let out a startled squeak, jumping in your seat, and he laughs, quickly placing his hands on your shoulders to steady you. You look at him wide eyed for a few seconds, his question not yet registering in your mind, and he waits patiently for your answer.
โOh!โ Your eyes light up, and he smiles at the endearing sight. โJust Karina ranting about something and Yeonjun being whipped.โ
โAh, so the usual?โ He reaches for your bag, slinging it over his shoulder, and you stand up, pulling your skirt down once more to ensure youโre covered. The two of you start to make your way out of the Langley Hall.ย
โYep. How was the midterm for you?โ
He brightens up, opening the door for you and you thank him. โIt wasnโt too bad at all! I actually understood like 90% of the questions and for the others, I was able to narrow down the answers between two choices, so 50/50 chance, fingers crossed I picked the right one.โ
You beam when you hear that, and he returns the smile, eyes crinkling in the corners, and you pretend to wipe away faux tears. โI feel like a proud mom.โ
โI think my mom actually will be proud,โ he says, eyes scanning the cars parked on the nearby street before finding his. He grabs your hand, tugging you along. โCโmon, we gotta go celebrate that our misery is over until finals week. Plus, we gotta prep you when you talk to Hyuck.โ
โWait, what?โ You abruptly stop short, and he nearly loses his grip on your hand. โWhen am I talking to him?โ
โThis Saturday. Youโre coming with me to the Nu Chi party, right?โ
โSince when? I donโt go to parties,โ you protest, โTheyโre too loud and noisy, and beer is gross andโโ
โYou went to the Alpha Sigma one a few weeks ago though?โ Jaemin interrupts, and you shake your head. โThat was a small party though. This one is the party of the semester. What if I embarrassed myself in front of the entire school?โ
โParties are the prime time for meeting people and getting to know them because alcohol makes everyone friendlier and people donโt stay within their friend groups,โ Jaemin interrupts. โDo you really believe that youโll get him to like you by, I donโt know, one day, your eyes will meet across the classroom, and heโll fall madly in love with you? This isnโt one of your fanfics, Y/N.โ
โShut up,โ you grumble, letting go of his hand on purpose, and he frowns, bottom lip jutting out in a pout before reaching out for your hand again. You swiftly dodge him, and he whines, quickly snatching your hand up and lacing your and his fingers together.
โI hope this isnโt how youโll treat him on your date. Thank god weโre doing a trial run right now.โ
โA trial run?โ you echo him, and he nods, flashing you that favorite smile of his that never fails to make you weak in the knees.
โWell, we have to make sure your first date goes perfectly so there will be a second, right? Practice makes perfect,โ he says matter-of-factly, and you nod slowly in agreement. The logic makes sense somehow.ย
โOkay, so where would you pick for a first date?โ
โMaybe a cute cafe? Oh, thereโs that one place: Cloudy with a Chance of Boba!โ You brighten up, thinking about that boba shopโs menu you spent a good half hour scrolling through on Yelp last night.
โMm, the most popular place right now is that ramen place on the end of Maisie Street. Itโd probably be best to go there,โ he muses, tugging you along via your intertwined hands. You nearly stumble in your heeled sandals but swiftly catch yourself.
โO-oh, okay, so are we going there now?โ
โNah, letโs do the ice cream place next door to it. Not really feeling noodles at the moment.โ He stops to look over his shoulder at you, and you run into his back, causing him to let go before quickly reaching out and grabbing your arms to steady you. โWoah, be careful.โ
โSorry.โ Youโre flustered, your cheeks now growing hotter than a furnace. Jaemin reaches forward, his finger carefully swiping at the smudged lip gloss on the corner of your lip. โWhereโs your lip gloss? You should reapply this.โ
Eyes widening, he then shifts and peers behind him, craning his neck to the side in all attempts to look at the back of his shirt. โThereโs not a mark on my shirt, right?โย
You quickly rub off any shimmery residue. โItโs fine, your shirt is dark blue, so you canโt see it anymore.โย
โOh, good. Wait, whereโs your lip gloss?โ You fish through your bag, pulling out the tube and handing it to Jaemin. He uncaps it, giving you the lower half of the gloss before gently grasping your chin with one hand. He leans forward and tilts your head towards him, his eyes focused on your lips. The butterflies in your stomach erupt in an instant. You try so hard to stand still, fidgeting with one of the rings on your finger behind your back.ย
Jaeminโs face is so close to yours that you can count every single long dark eyelash that frames his pretty eyes. His lips are the prettiest shade of carmine, and you wonder what itโs like to be Aphroditeโs favorite child. How lucky you are to already be basking in the attention of her favorite; imagine how much luckier he is to be her favorite.
The beautiful boy in front of you carefully applies the gloss for you, fully concentrating on coating your lips with a pretty sheen once again. When he glances up, heโs almost blown away by the way youโre looking at him.ย
You look stunning, pretty as a picture in VOGUE magazine. Not quite the cover page, but youโre nearly there. A swell of pride runs through his veins, like an artist admiring his latest masterpiece on show in MOMA.
โAnyway,โ he clears his throat, handing back to you the lip gloss. โLetโs go. Weโre almost there.โ
โAlright.โ You follow behind him like a lost puppy, and he reaches back to grab your hand and interlace your fingers. Your heart nearly skips a beat as your cheeks grow warmer once again, and for a split second, you wonder if he feels the same way.
โWeโre here,โ Jaemin announces, letting go of your hand to open the shopโs door, the bell above it jingling faintly as he gestures for you to go inside.
You enter the pretty shop, marveling the clean and simple interior with circular white tables and matching garden iron chairs surrounding each one. Thereโs bright greenery and plants decorating the edges of the shop, and the wall is covered in mismatched frames of paintings and pictures in various sizes and colors. The cheeky neon sign displayed near the front read, โItโs not gonna lick itself!โ, and you laugh softly when you see it. The display of different colorful ice creams at the front are absolutely enticing, and youโre already struggling to decide which two flavors to pick.
You finally decide on a Vietnamese coffee and honeycomb swirl, accepting it from the cashier before you start to pull out your wallet. Before you can even pull out your card, Jaemin taps his phone against the screen, paying for both yours and his.
โNever pay on the first date,โ he chides you lightly, picking up his ice cream. โAlways let the guy pay for the first date.โ
โOh, but shouldnโt we at least split it?โ You ask sheepishly, walking towards a table near the back that he gestures towards. He follows behind you, picking up some spoons and napkins.
โIf the guy is so broke that he canโt pay $7 for your ice cream, then he shouldnโt be out dating anyway. He should be getting a job,โ Jaemin retorts, tugging your chair out for you before sitting across from you and handing you a spoon and napkin. โDonโt you watch that Shera lady? Sprinkle, sprinkle and all that jazz. Maybe you can split for the future dates, but if the guy has any basic decency, he would pay for the first one.โ
โAlright, Iโll keep that in mind,โ you sigh, taking a hefty scoop of your ice cream and having the first bite. Itโs delicious, and you make a mental note to buy a pint and bring back to your dorm to share with Giselle later.
The two of you continue to discuss various appropriate topics to broach on a first date (โHey Jaemin, you like cheese? My favoriteโs Gouda.โ โโฆ Please do not ask that.โ). You quickly jot down bullet points in your Notes app, your fingers flying over the screen as Jaemin instructs you on good conversational starters and body language.
โSo you just need to touch him on his upper forearm and then pull away. Stoke his ego and say heโs funny or some shit like that. At least you donโt have to force yourself to laugh with him though because Hyuck is naturally funny anyway. And heโs good at keeping up the conversation and a people person, so it wonโt be awkward even for your first date,โ Jaemin continues as you nod, rapidly typing what he says.
โAnd at the end of the date, touch his shoulder again, glance down at his lips for a brief second before making eye contact. If heโs bold enough, heโll go for the first kiss. But then just immediately smile and say you had a great time before he can lean in. After that, he wonโt stop thinking about that moment, and itโll drive him crazy, and heโll be texting you for a second date within the next day.โ
โMm, okay, I think I got it,โ you mumble absentmindedly, engrossed in writing down the last few bullet points and Jaemin leans over to take a closer look at your phone, his eyes flitting over the screen.
โSo for the last point, do I have to deny the first kiss then? Smile and walk away before he leans in andโฆโย
You start to ask until you look up, and your breath hitches in your throat at the close proximity, your and his noses almost brushing. Jaemin is so pretty, even prettier when you can count the few freckles dotting his face, can clearly see the mesmerizing golden flecks dotting his irises, can admire the way his lips look so soft and curve into the picture perfect smile. Your heart thumps wildly, nearly falling onto the floor along with your jaw when you glance up from staring at his lips and see that heโs already looking back at you with the softest expression on his face.
โYou donโt have to,โ Jaemin murmurs, and your heart stutters in your chest as he moves in closer, his lashes brushing against your cheek, and suddenly, his lips are pressed against yours. Theyโre pink and soft and slot perfectly against yours in a way that has your heart skipping beats and stomach doing cartwheels.
Eyes widening, you freeze up, letting out a quiet squeak of surprise, before he pulls away, giving you an amused smile. The lingering warmth on your lips makes your cheeks heat up, and you have to break eye contact, stammering over your words as you gently graze your fingers over your lips in wonderment.
Jaemin laughs softly as he leans back in his chair. โWeโll have to work on this too then. Youโre kissing like itโs a Park Shinhye kdrama.โ
Youโre still dazed, cheeks growing even warmer as you avoid his gaze, fiddling with the loose thread on the hem of your skirt. โThat was my first kiss.โ
Jaemin pauses at the realization, his cheeks flushing slightly before he clears his throat, giving you a half smile and a light chuckle, โOh, really? Thatโs cute, doll. Well, Iโll teach you some tips, so youโll be better at it by the time you ask Hyuck out. At least you got a decent first kiss, right? No big deal.โ
โYeah, no big deal,โ you echo softly, your heart still racing at breakneck speed. You pretend to focus on the remnants of your ice cream in the bottom of your paper cup, fingers gripping around the container tightly.
Jaemin was right.
You donโt think youโll be able to stop thinking about this moment anytime soon.
viii. come on, barbie, letโs go party!
โAre you sure you wanna do this?โ
Moon asks worriedly, helping you with your makeup as you sit, perched on the edge of your bed. She uncaps your eyeliner as Lana fusses with your shirt, smoothing out any of the wrinkles. โActually, I canโt do it. You do it, Yang. Youโre an expert at this.โ
โAlright, give it to me.โ Yangyang comes over, grabbing the eyeliner and expertly draws on the wing above your right eye. โYears of cosplay have finally come in handy. Although, I still canโt believe youโre putting in all this effort for Jaemin.โ
โI need to look pretty. He usually does my makeup for me, but heโs busy right now,โ you mumble, twisting the ring around your finger anxiously. โItโs my first time going to a party. I canโt embarrass him when heโs a ten.โ
โYeah, in rupees,โ Yangyang scoffs, and Lana frowns at you, stopping in her tracks. โDon't talk about yourself like that. Youโre already pretty, and if anything, you should be embarrassed to be seen with that slime ball. I canโt believe he doesnโt even have the decency to pick you up. Why are you the one going to his place?โ
โHe has some frat meeting right now,โ you answer, glancing down at your newly manicured nails. The pearl color shimmers under the light, and you canโt help but admire it even more. You wish they were a little shorter, but they really do look quite pretty.
โWhat meeting? Weโre in the same frat. Also, hold still,โ Yangyang huffs, holding your chin as he draws on the left wing over your eye. โWe need them to look like twins, not cousins twice removed.โ
โI donโt know, he just said there was some meeting,โ you mumble, holding perfectly still until he finally finishes. โMaybe it was a one on one meeting or something, who knows?โ
โI still think heโs shady,โ Lana grumbles, and Moon nods as well. โYeah, like the first kiss thing?โ
โItโs no big deal,โ you wave your hand dismissively, hopping off of your bed and taking a look at yourself in your mirror. โBetter to get it over with, right? I mean, imagine being this old and not having your first kiss yet.โ
โIs that what he said to you?โ Moon huffs, affronted, and you shift in your place uncomfortably. โNo, of course not. Itโs justโeveryone gets their first kiss when theyโre like fourteen or fifteen, right?โ
โThatโs not the point,โ Lana says indignantly, tucking your hair behind your ear carefully. โYou wanted it to be special, didnโt you? It just feels likeโฆ he took something away from you.โ
โHe didnโt. I wanted this,โ you answer loudly, ignoring the way your stomach flip flops as you try not to think back to that moment. He kissed you, he really does like you back, he might have not said it out loud, but he knows how much it means to you (Wouldnโt he?).
โOkay, as long as youโre happy,โ Moon gives in, and she and Lana exchange a worried look that goes unnoticed by you. But what can they do? They can continue to try convincing you, but it will never work when it falls on deaf ears.ย
โI am,โ you insist, avoiding your friendsโ gazes and staring at yourself back in the mirror. Moon attempts to lift the mood again, offering you a tentative smile in the reflection. โThis whole thing is like a whole emotional rollercoaster, and Yangyang is definitely not tall enough to ride.โ
โShut the fuck up, Iโm literally almost six foot tall,โ Yangyang shoots back, and you laugh, relaxing once more as you watch your friends start to bicker again.
โListen, you canโt be delusional and short. Pick a struggle.โ Moon counters, and Lana agrees, handing you your phone to tuck into your pocket. โSheโs right. You carry yourself with the confidence of a much taller man.โ
You smile fondly as the bickering between your friends continues. You miss them, you realize with a jolting pang of regret, you havenโt been hanging out with them as often as you used to. In fact, the majority of your weeks are spent with Jaemin and his friends.
Itโs your first cold dose of reality, and youโre hit with a startling truth. You havenโt been a very good friend lately.
โ
Lana drove you to the Nu Chi Theta house, and you felt like a kindergartener being dropped for her first day of school. Your face feels hot as a wave of embarrassment rushes over you as you notice the amount of glances you receive from the insanely pretty girls and boys already on the front lawn and streaming out from the front door. You quickly exit the vehicle, hurriedly waving good bye over your shoulder before making your way into the house, almost tripping over the raised walkway.
You wander around the house, searching for Jaemin and quickly sidestepping a through the couples and other students dancing around, nearly getting bowled over by someone you recognize from your schoolโs football team. He gives you a quick once over before offering a half apology, eyes set on another girl on the other side of the room. You take a deep breath before pushing your way into the next room, finally spotting Jaemin with his friends, minus Jeno and Somi, by the staircase and letting out a sigh of relief.
โHey,โ you say breathlessly, squeezing through two couples busily making out in the doorway and wincing slightly when you jostle both of them, causing them to give you dirty looks before resuming their activities.ย
โOh, hi, Y/N!โ Karina says brightly, giving you a perfect smile and reaching over to squeeze your arm gently. โWe didnโt think youโd make it.โ
โMy first frat party? Of course, I wouldnโt miss it,โ you laugh, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear nervously before fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Jaemin gives you a small smile, and you return it with a slightly shaky one, your eyes flickering towards the fading pink, glossy lip mark staining the collar of his shirt. The color is much too dark to be Jaeminโs, and your stomach churns slightly.
โYou look so pretty, Y/N, I love the confidence,โ Lia chimes in, gently pinching the fabric of your skirt between her manicured fingers. โI love this, youโll have to let me borrow it sometime.โ
โOh, of course! You can borrow it anytime,โ you agree quickly, flashing her a slightly forced smile before glancing over at Jaemin again, unsure what to do.
โWhere do you shop?โ Yeonjun asks, glancing over at your outfit. โThe shirt is nice, too.โ
โOh my god, yes, we have to go shopping together sometime, and youโll have to show me all the good places,โ Karina cuts in, nudging you gently before letting out a sigh, looking over at Lia. โGod, Iโve been feeling so fat lately, like freshman twenty might be getting to me.โ
โNo, same, Iโve been extending my gym sessions and doing Pilates,โ Lia huffs softly, and you remain silent, switching your weight around on each foot, glancing over at Jaemin helplessly.
โI need another drink. You coming, Y/N?โ Jaemin finally speaks up before brushing past Yeonjun, and you hurriedly follow behind him, careful not to fall behind or get swept away. He quickly pushes through to the kitchen, finding a spot next to the counter covered in various bottles of cheap alcohol and stacks of red solo cups dispersed in between.
โYou want one?โ Jaemin asks, extending a shot of vodka he just poured out towards you, and you shake your head before he gives a wry smile. โYou sure? Itโll help with the nerves. You were shaking back there.โ
Your cheeks grow warm. โYou noticed?โ
โEverybody noticed,โ he snorted, handing you the cup, and you wince slightly before holding your nose and downing it in one go. โGive me another then.โ
โAtta girl,โ Jaemin hands you another shot and you take that one just as quickly, making a face that causes him to smile subconsciously. As he pours himself a cup of beer, he spots Donghyuck by the pool out back, and a knot settles in his stomach uncomfortably. He almost doesnโt want to tell you, and he doesnโt know why. Itโs just because he worked so hard to make you look this good, and his loudmouth friend gets to reap all the benefits, he tells himself, taking a swig of his drink, Donghyuck doesnโt know how lucky he is.
Ignoring all the stop signs and whistles going off in his head, he gestures towards Donghyuck outside, clenching the red cup in his hand a little tighter than normal. โThereโs your chance. Gotta do it before the alcohol wears off.โ
โOh, um, actually, I wanted to talk to you,โ you stammer out, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear again (Itโs one of your habits when youโre nervous, and he thinks it might be his favorite). He pushes down the growing knot in his stomach.
โWeโll talk later, yeah? You canโt miss this,โ Jaemin insists before nudging you in the direction of the pool outside despite your soft protests.
โW-wait, Iย jusโโ you say desperately, but Jaemin merely waves you off before disappearing back into the party inside. You let out a sigh, shoulders sagging slightly. You wouldnโt want to disappoint him after all the effort he put in these past four weeks.
Youโll tell him later.
โ
โOh? Whereโs your little Barbie doll, Jaemin?โ Karina simpers as she lazily taps her pretty manicured nails against the half filled red solo cup in her other hand when Jaemin returns to his original spot. โHave you gotten bored of playing with her yet?โ
โItโs not like that,โ Jaemin answers hotly, โSheโsโฆ fun. She makes me laugh.โ
โHow? By looking at her?โ Yeonjun snorts, chugging his own cup before crinkling it in his fist. Jaemin wants to throw up. โWe thought you just did this because youโve been having a dry spell and were bored. Where is she anyway?
ย โSheโs talking to Hyuck right now,โ Jaemin mumbles meekly, shoulders slightly hunched over as he stares into the depths of his own solo cup.
โReally? I mean, is she even his type?โ Lia asks skeptically, straightening up in her spot to see if she can spot you or Donghyuck anywhere. โIf anything, I thought her friendโthe pretty English major oneโwould be his type. How is she anyoneโs type?โ
โHey, he turned her from a four to a solid eight. She might even go up half a point once you introduce her to an exercise and diet plan.โ Karina says offhandedly, raising her cup towards him in mock salute before taking a sip.
โYeah, how are you going to do that? Itโs not like you can even sugarcoat it for her because then sheโd eat it too,โ Yeonjun throws out with a smirk, and Jaemin feels sick to his stomach, the nauseating feeling growing exponentially and gnawing at him as his friend continues, โI mean sheโs probably already on the seafood diet because she sees any food and just eats it. How can you even stand her, Jae? The way she just follows you around like a puppy. Isnโt it annoying?โ
โGod, I know, the way she basically chases after us like a lap dog is so pathetic. At least she takes good insta pics for us though, so sheโs somewhat useful. But we had that one really good group photo at that last party, and she totally ruined the picture. You canโt even crop her out because she had to stand next to you, Jae,โ Lia complains, rolling her eyes, and Karina laughs, taking out her phone and scrolling through her photos.
โOh my god, I knowย the exact photo youโre talking about. Itโs this one, right? She practically threw herself into your arms,โ She flashes her screen towards the group, and Jaemin wants to shrink and crawl into a hole somewhere and die. Was it the best photo of you? No. Was it the worst? Maybe close to it. Youโre standing sideways and still taking up more space in the photo than the others, and the flash photography did not do any favors for you. You stand out even worse than Will Smith in the sunflower costume meme. He cringes inwardly, noting the way your skirt had rolled up and youโre smiling a little too widely. He makes a mental note to help you practiceย better, more flattering poses later on.
โYou know that famous baby hippo? Moo Deng? I think we found her twin from the future,โ Yeonjun barks out a laugh, reaching over and zooming in on you as Karina smirks before putting away her phone. Lia giggles and glances over at Jaemin, scrutinizing his reaction before a sly expression makes an appearance on her face, saying coyly, โYou have a crush on her, donโt you?โ
Jaemin flushes, embarrassment coating his cheeks, and he immediately snaps, โShut up, I might be lonely, but Iโm not desperaโโ
โOh, Y/N!โ Lia says loudly, effectively cutting Jaemin short. โHow did it go? Are you and Hyuck gonna be the new couple on campus?โ
Immediately, his heart drops even further to his stomach, and Jaemin whirls around to see you standing a few feet away. Did Lia know you were there?ย How long were you standing there? Did you hear them? Did you hear every horrible thing they said about you?
โOh, Donghyuck said he wasnโt interested, but he was nice about it,โ you say, offering a vague smile in Jaeminโs direction, and he nearly breathes a sigh of relief as his heart starts to slow back down to its normal rate. A part of him is glad that Donghyuck rejected you, and he nearly misses what you say next, too caught up in this unfamiliar feeling.
โI think Iโm going to head back to my dorm. Iโm a little tired. Thank you for inviting me.โ
With that, you turn away and walk off, but something still doesnโt feel right to Jaemin. Itโs a split second decision but for once, he puts his heart over his mind and chases after you, ignoring the increasing whispers from his friends and their eyes searing into his back.
ix. raise your hand if you have ever been personally victimized by na jaemin.
Jaemin is right on your heels the entire time you walk back to your dorm. All he receives is stony silence from you that he fills with babbling nonsense, asking you whatโs wrong to no avail. When you finally enter your dorm, you turn to him at last, and he perks up. However, the two words that come out of your mouth have him deflating faster than Yangyangโs ego when Alice called him a shitty kisser with too much saliva (โYouโre supposed to make me wet down there, not up here. Honestly, dude, if I wanted to drown myself, I wouldโve jumped into the ocean.โ).
โWeโre done.โ
You decide to bite the bullet.
After freeing your feet from their pointy death contraptions, you peel off each layer of clothing one by one, unzipping the mini skirt and kicking it away before tugging at the spandex, unleashing the breath youโve been holding in since 8 a.m. to fit into it. Thereโs still indents marking the dips in your waist and your thighs, a lasting reminder that stays like an embarrassing stain. You fling that abhorrent piece of elastic elsewhere, and it falls near the end of your bed, out of sight behind the pile of textbooks you havenโt touched for the past three days.
โHold on, what are you talking about? We made so much progress. You wanted to do this,โ Jaemin protests, following after you and picking up the discarded garments you threw haphazardly. He waves around the skirt like a white flag. โYou wanted to be in the popular crowd, and you got it. Youโre this close to dating Hyuck. Yeah, he mightโve said no now, but weโll come up with a new planโYou can bounce back from this! Why are you quitting now?โ
Removing the off-the-shoulder pink top that restricts your arm movement, you quickly slip on an oversized sweater before reaching back and unhooking the strapless bra whose underwire has been digging into your ribs for so many hours, a sigh of relief escaping between your teeth. You toss it onto your chair without another care in the world, and it lands next to the shirt in a heap.
โBecause this isnโt me. This isnโt what I like.โ
โOf course, it is. This is still you: just new and improved,โ he insists, frantically attempting to hand you your discarded shirt and pleather skirt. You ignore them, opting to pull out and put on your favorite pair of stretched out gym shorts from middle school that you had shoved in the back of your closet to make room for all the flashy clothing Jaemin picked out for you. โWeโre having fun. Youโre popular and pretty now. Youโre almost dating Donghyuck. You have everything that everyone wants. Youโre the girl the boys want to be with, the girl all the other girls want to be.โ
You shake your head, reaching for the packet of makeup wipes near your sink. โItโs not what I want.โ
Jaemin scoffs, โDonโt be ridiculous. What are you talking about? This is what you asked me to do.โ
You throw him a scathing glare, and he takes a step back. โGod, Jaemin, for once in your life, take off the stupid rose colored heart shades, and youโll finally see all the red flags around you.โ
โWhatโs that supposed to mean?โ Jaemin asks defensively. He thought everything was going according to plan; heโs going to pass macroeconomics, and you got to talk to Donghyuck and are this close to scoring a date with him. People notice you wherever you go, the two of you receive compliments, his friends like you, everyone likes you.
โI have to pretend to like things I hate and hate the things I like. I have to do things a certain way, act a certain way, pretend this is all effortless. I donโt know if people are being genuine or pretending like I am. I hate thisโthis fake version of me.โ You spit the words out like fuel to a fire, and you stand there in all your blazing glory, ugly uniform shorts and all.
โMy thighs keep chafing. My feet have blisters everyday from these boots. This foundation makes me break out even more, and I canโt type up my notes in class or write fast enough because of these nails, and my grades almost took a plunge. Iโm basically freezing my tits off out there in a shirt I donโt like. The lashes make my eyes itch, and this skirt is so short that I have to keep pulling it down every five seconds before I end up flashing someone.โ
You donโt recognize the girl in your mirror anymore. You pluck off the falsies lining your eyes, scrubbing furiously at the layers of expensive brand name makeup covering your skin.ย You wipe off every inch of it until your bare face stares back at you, slightly puffy, blemishes, faded acne scars and all. You feel like you can breathe a little better now.
โDid you really think itโs easy being one of us? Do you think people will notice you if you show up in sweats with Cheetos stains?โ Jaemin stares at you incredulously. โThis is how it is. I donโt get why youโre throwing it all away like this.โ
โAnd yet, you were all for it when I threw away everything before.โ
โBecause you asked for it! You asked me toโto make you into someone Donghyuck would date!โ
โYou donโt get it.โ You whirl around on your heels to face him instead of the mirror, and the anger and intensity laced in your voice nearly blows him away. โI like myself the way I am. I never hated myself. I may be insecure about how I look sometimes, but who isnโt? Yeah, I like wearing cherry lip gloss and mascara sometimes. Itโs fun trying out new hairstyles and clothes and learning to do better makeup. I like getting dressed up for special occasions. I like doing these things on my own terms. But this? What Iโm doing to myself right now? This isnโt the same. Am I supposed to keep up this charade for the rest of my life? If I do eventually go out with Donghyuck, am I gonna have to keep lying to him? To everyone? I want people to like me for me. To actually know me.โ
โIf this is how you feel, then why would you keep doing this?! If you hate it so much, then why?โ Heโs frustrated, carding his fingers through his hair as he canโt wrap his mind around the fact that youโre angry over this. You look gorgeous, so whatโs the problem?
โBecause I liked spending time with you!โ you burst out, โI never liked DonghyuckโI liked you. I wanted it to be you. It was fun at first, I did like it at first, but I canโt keep doing this. I canโt keep pretending to be someone Iโm not. I canโt be friends with someone whoโs ashamed of me.โ
Thereโs a jolt in his heart when he hears your confession, but the second jolt comes quickly afterwards at your last words. Denial is the first stage of grief, and he pales at your final declaration. โWhat are you talking about? This whole thing is so that Donghโโ
โOh, please. You can drop the act. This isnโt about Donghyuck anymore. This is about you being too embarrassed to be seen with someone who doesnโt fit your aesthetics.โ You air quote the last word for emphasis, and his jaw tightens at that. โYouโd rather drop dead than go out with a four like me, right?โ You smile sardonically at him. โI may be a four on a seafood diet, but my ears work perfectly fine, Jaemin.โ
You heard it all, and Jaemin feels like he is going to throw up. All he can do is scramble and grasp for the last remaining straws, protesting vehemently, โI wasnโt the one who said any of that!โ
You laugh humorlessly, โIs that supposed to make it better? Youโre better than them because you didnโt say it out loud? You didnโt deny it or defend me either, so whatโs your point?ย
His mouth goes dry, and he opens and shuts it several times. Swallowing harshly, he barely manages to croak out a weak reply. โThatโsโ I didnโt meanโI only really thought that before I knew you.โ
โAnd thatโs just it, isnโt it? You already judged me before you even knew me based on how I look. Even now, you still judge me.โ He starts to open his mouth again, but you merely shrug as if youโve accepted this for all your life, and he closes it meekly, shifting from one foot to the other uncomfortably, unable to meet your eyes
โThatโs okay. Iโm used to it. Thatโs how it is for people like me. I know Iโm not someone people fall head over heels for immediately. Iโm the one who reaches out to people first. Guys donโt fall over at my feet, wanting to carry my books to class for me. The pretty girls ask me to take their Insta pictures for them. I donโt get free drinks at the bar or invited to all the parties. Iโve never been asked out by a total stranger, and no one writes their number on my cup of coffee,โ you say matter-of-factly, a resigned smile on your face, and it has him curling into himself internally, his conscience slowly eating away at him.
โAnd you know what?โ you continue, โThat's life. Thatโs okay because Iโm happy with who I am. I like who I am. If I have to give myself up to get Donghyuck or you to like me, then heโsโyouโare not the one. I shouldnโt change who I am for a boyโor anyone for that matter.โ
โThatโs notโWe were doing this for you. You wantedโฆ you wanted this makeover. You wanted this.โ Heโs desperately clutching onto the end of the rope, and youโre holding the scissors to cut it off. You show him another half smile, one that doesnโt quite reach your eyes.
โIt stopped being about me. It started being about what you wanted, what you liked, what you wanted me to be. I was your charity case, your little Barbie doll.โ
You tilt your head to the side, studying the boy in front of you and he silently squirms under your scrutiny. โTell me one thing, and be honest. Did you even know I existed before Donghyuck mentioned me as a tutoring option? Before you needed me for a grade booster? Would you have liked me then?โ
Would you have liked me then? Your question echoes in his mind, and Jaemin freezes, dropping the clothes in his hands. You know. You know he likes you, and the embarrassment creeps up on him in the form of carmine dusting his ears and cheeks, like spilled wine on white linen.
โThere are over one hundred students in the class,โ he objects. โSorry for not fighting my way through all of them to find you and have a crush on you sooner.โ
Jaemin seems to not realize that he just confirmed his feelings for you aloud, and perhaps, if he had told you this a few weeks ago, you would have been ecstatic and called up Lana and Moon the second he was out of earshot. But this is now, and youโve grown exponentially since then.
You give him a wistful smile, and as the dread piles up in the pit of his stomach, he knows this is the start of his downfall (or perhaps, heโs already been falling this entire time). He slipped from the pedestal already long ago, and itโs only a matter of time before he hits rock bottom. The higher the pedestal, the harder the fall from grace.
โI sat in front of you diagonally. You asked me to pass notes to my friend. You know, the girl who sat next to me? Alice? The one you asked out and went on a few dates with at the beginning of the semester?โ You state the facts calmly, and his eyes widen at that. โItโs okay. But you mustโve remembered that we were in the same group for a presentation last semester, right?โ
Jaemin stays silent, and you have your answer. Itโs one youโve known deep down in your heart all this time, but that doesnโt mean it doesnโt hurt any less. After all, someone can announce theyโre going to punch you, you can even see the strike coming to your gut, but simply knowing doesnโt do anything to ease the painful aftermath.
You chuckle humorlessly, fingers uncurling and recurling into fists as your nails press moon shaped crescents into your palms before you look him straight in the eyes. โI donโt fit into your cookie cutter life or match your rose colored Instagram filters. I donโt have the perfect model figure or the perfect face. I donโt look like the girl of your dreams, and I know that it just fucking kills you inside that you fell in love with me.โ
Jaemin flinches, curling in on himself when he finally meets your gaze and finally sees the absolute hell fires of fury and repugnance ablaze in your eyes. You know that he loves you, and heโs ashamed that youโre right. Youโre absolutely right.
Why is he so afraid of loving you?
He loves how smart you are, how witty you are, how funny you are, how genuine you are, how you understand every obscure Haikyuu!! reference he makes, how you laugh at his jokes, how you dm him the funniest memes on Instagram, how you wear your purple scrunchie around your wrist during every exam for good luck and how you let him borrow it too. He loves how you treat him as more than just a pretty face, how you actually listen to him and make him feel like what he says matters, how you make him feel differentโspecialโlike he doesnโt have to compete with all the other Barbies and Kens out there. Heโs much too vain, much too superficial, much too selfish, much too proud to admit it out loud, but heโs in love with you, and yet, he canโt bring himself to love every single part of you.
And the truth of that matter is the ugliest of all.
But there are standards that he has to uphold, why canโt you understand this? He lowered his standards for you, and you still couldnโt meet them. You have the personality already, you are this close to being the ideal girl, and well, you both have to make changes. Itโs the prince and princess who live happily ever after, not the prince and the pauper, or god forbid, the ogre (No offense, Shrek). This is real life, and society has unspoken rules. He sacrificed so much for you, he put his reputation on the line, so why couldnโt you do this for him? After all, love always has some sacrifices.
Right?
But when Jaemin looks at you now, thereโs everything, but love staring back at him. You look at him like heโs a repulsive piece of chewed gum stubbornly stuck to the bottom of your Steve Madden heel. It strikes a nerve and completely eats him to the core, but he pulls himself upright because nobody talks to him like that, nobody looks at him like that, certainly not someone like you. He invented you, he made you into the next Princess Mia, the next Cady Heron, the next Serena van der Woodsen, and this is how you show your gratitude?
โOh, youโve got to be shitting me. You act like Iโm the first person to judge first based on looks. Everyone does it. Am I supposed to strike up a conversation with every girl on the off chance sheโs everything I want? Do you think anyone would fall for you immediately when you looked like that?ย The saying is โlove at first sightโ, unless youโre one to believe in the whole โlove is blindโ idea, which you clearly do,โ Jaemin snaps, sneering as he eyes you up and down. His heart and mind are screaming, crying, begging for him to stop, but his pride dropkicks him headfirst into the hole he dug for himself, raging for him to get the upper hand again.
โHow is it my fault for not knowing youโre the whole package when the wrapping doesnโt match the contents?โ
The unfiltered words slip out of his mouth, and he immediately regrets it, closing his eyes, but itโs too late. He sees the instant look of devastation that appears on your face, and it hits him like a boxerโs punch to the chest. He starts to backtrack to no avail. You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.
โI am never going to be enough for you, am I?โ you whisper, your breaths stuttering in your chest as your initial sarcasm turns into quiet truths now that eat away at him. โIโm either too much or too little. Thereโs always going to be something youโll want to change, something you want to fix.โ
โY/Nโฆ Iโฆ Iโm sorry, I didnโt mean that. It was an accident. I justโโ
Jaemin canโt continue on, his voice trailing off as he doesnโt know what to say. He wants to keep apologizing, heโll do anything it takes to take back what he just said, but the damage has already been dealt. Heโs always known heโs an asshole, sure, but this is beyond anything heโs ever said or done in the past. He just secured the seat of honor in Dante's ninth circle of hell, and thereโs no return ticket.
โYou just what? You thought it would be okay to say anything to my face just because itโs not up to your standards?โ
Jaeminโs face pales. โN-no, Iโthis isnโt how it's supposed to go, I justโIt just slipped out, can we start over?โย
A public rejection from any boy or girl would hurt infinitely less than the words Jaemin spat in your face. The things that his friends said before within earshot? You could take it because you couldnโt care less about them at the end of the day. But this? This was coming from someone you trusted, someone you care about, someone you lovโNo, you donโt even want to think about that.
Jaemin never loved you. He never even liked you. The harsh reality slaps you like a cold shower in the middle of a winter night, and you want to curl up into a ball under your covers and cry until you fall asleep.
And yet, you will not let him humiliate you any longer. The spell has been broken. Cinderella is back to her rags, and her Prince Charming is nowhere to be found. Sheโs stuck as a toad thatโll never change. Eyes watering, you inhale sharply, laughing quietly in disbelief before you straighten up and your face hardens.
โAre you actually listening to yourself? You think we can start over? You treat people like theyโre disposable, like theyโre nothing, and once they donโt match with your theme of the week, you toss them even faster than the time it takes for you to choose an outfit.โ Your chest is heaving, and the tears threaten to fall, but you push on, swallowing the lump in your throat. He reaches out for you, and you take a step back, shaking your head.
โYou canโt hurt people and expect them to just let it go. I get it, I know Iโm not the thinnest, or the nicest, or the funniest, or the smartest, or the prettiest. I know that Iโm hard to love. I get it, Jaemin. Iโve always known that.โ
You choke on the last sentence, swallowing hard to stifle the hiccup that bubbles up in your throat. โBut that doesnโt give you the right to treat me like shit.โ
Rapidly blinking back your tears, you march over to your door and throw it open with such force that the doorknob could have left a dent in the wall. You donโt want to cry, youโve always been an angry crier, and you desperately want the tears to stop. You refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry and hearing your confession. He doesnโt deserve any of that. Jaemin doesnโt deserve your tears, and he certainly doesnโt deserve your love.
โGet out.โ
Jaemin stares at you, mouth agape like a fish on land. You gesture heatedly towards the outside, choking slightly. โWhat are you waiting for? I said get out.โ
โY/N, Iโโ
โAm I a joke to you?โ you quietly ask, and his eyes widen.
โNo! No, Y/N, youโre not, I jusโโ
A single tear manages to escape despite your best, frustrated efforts, and Jaemin instinctively reaches out for you. You swat his hand away, angrily swiping away the stray droplet with the sleeve of your sweater. His heart wrenches in his chest as his hand dangles limply by his side. Youโre crying because of him. He caused that, and he feels like the biggest piece of shit in the world.
You refuse to let any more fall, glaring at him through the unshed tears and entirely disgusted with the boy standing in front of you. โDonโt touch me. Iโm not crying for you. Iโm crying because Iโm so angry I wasted all my time on someone who never cared about me.โ
Thatโs not trueโI love you, he wants to say, but his mouth refuses to form the words because his pride wonโt loosen its grip on his heart. He loves you, heโs in love with you, why canโt you see that?
You steel yourself, taking one shaky breath before looking pointedly at the door and repeating yourself, โGet out. Leave me alone.โ
Numbly, he makes his way over to the door, ears ringing. You glower at him, the intensity searing and digging into the side of his face. When he stands outside of your dorm, he struggles to turn around and face you helplessly. Your eyes soften for a moment, and it shoves the dagger deeper into his chest when he recognizes that look. Itโs the same look he wore when he first saw you, and the shame that emerges nearly chokes him. The mixture of pity and disappointment painted across your face revolts him entirely, and he feels like heโs going to vomit. Jaemin is utterly humiliated.
Your gaze intensifies once more when you stand up to your full height, stare unwavering and chin raised up. Gripping the doorframe tightly, you drive the final words into his heart like a stake.
โI am too good for you, Jaemin, and I will never love someone like you. I deserve better.โ
And for a split second, you almost convinced yourself when you said that.
You shut the door in his face.
Jaemin calls your name through the door several times, desperation ringing clear in his tone, but it falls on deaf ears. Apologies are a foolโs best friend, and youโd be a fool yourself to believe them. Holding your breath, you wait until you hear his footsteps echo down the hallway, until the solitude greets you like an old friend. And at last, you drop the facade and let yourself cry. Back pressed against the door and head bowed, you finally let go until all the tears are gone and youโre gasping for breath, the quiet hiccups and sobs bursting forth and breaking the silence in the same way he broke your heart over and over again.
You love him.
Thereโs no one to blame, but yourself. In the end, itโs all your fault that you were in this mess. How can you be so stupid? You can put lipstick on a pig, but it would still be a pig. Built up insecurities will bubble up to the surface no matter how much mascara and blush you apply. The warning signs were all there in flashing technicolor, but they were all tied up with shiny ribbons and deceiving perfect smiles. They lit up your usual drab life of blacks, whites, and grays, and you were blinded by the glitz and glamorโ blinded by him. It is hard to see the red flags and stop signs through the rose colored Instagram filters. You trusted him and gave him your heart when you shouldโve known itโd end like this.ย
You got greedy and tried to steal the spotlight, and you received it, front and center. You are the joke. You are the punchline, the comedic relief, the center stage of a slapstick comedy show. This is what you get for going off script.
Because you love him.
You were supposed to continue to delude yourself into thinking that you donโt want to find love, that you enjoy being on your own, that you enjoy being single, that you are perfectly content with never experiencing romance instead of facing the cold harsh reality head on: no one sees you as desirable or dateable. And when your friends tell you that youโre not missing out on anything with dating, you were supposed to nod and agree, when secretly, you desperately wish you can experience that for yourself instead of living vicariously through your friendsโ love lives or the 3 a.m. scrollings through cheesy romance fanfiction on Tumblr. Youโre been fine all these years, havenโt you? You were doing so well living on your own.
But you love him.
Itโll come when you least expect it, thatโs what they tell you every time, but what are you to do when you canโt help but expect it your whole life? What are you to do when you so desperately want to know what it feels like to be loved in that way? God, when is it going to be your turn? When is it your turn to daydream about someone and know that theyโre daydreaming about you too? When is it your turn to have someone walk you home? When is it your turn to hold hands with someone? When is it your turn to feel the giddy butterflies and experience a good night kiss? When is it your turn to be kissed in the rain? When is it your turn to experience the romance you can only dream about?
How much longer will you have to be patient? How much longer do you have to wait, living in denial over the soul crushing reality of it all? How many more stars do you need to wish upon until you learn to accept the painstaking truth? You werenโt meant to be loved in this lifetime.
God, you love him.
Itโs embarrassing when it shouldnโt be. You just want to be touched by hands that care, loved by a heart that beats for you, desired by someone who thinks you are enough. Itโs the way you would give up ten years of your life in a heartbeat to experience being the prettiest girl in the room just once and have people look at you. The overwhelming shame washes over you when you never had your first kiss until now with a boy who never cared about you, never went on a date before, never had a boyfriend before, and you have to lie and say itโs by choice when itโs not. Itโs not. You have so much love to give, you have so much space in your life to share, you have so much time to spend with that special someone, but the grains of the hourglass are spent waiting and longing for a stranger who will never come.ย
The thought of it all just makes you sick. It makes you sick that you wish so terribly that someone would just look in your direction for once. For once, you want to be looked at in that way like all the female protagonists experience in the movies. And you know your value shouldnโt be based on desire and objectification, you absolutely know it, but it still hurts when you go out with your friends and youโre the one dancing alone or sitting back and watching the purses. Youโre the one standing there by yourself, while every single one of your pretty friends is being approached by someone. It still hurts so fucking bad when you try to put yourself out there, but guys have already moved past you or donโt even acknowledge your existence simply because of your face or a number on a scale. And when he came into your life and gave you one measly ounce of attention, you ran with it when you should have run away. Itโs absolutely exhausting, leaving you out of breath and on the verge of throwing up, to chase after someone who never even looked at you, to chase after their attention, praying to god that theyโll one day make you feel like you are worth it, that youโll finally feel some sort of value.
Forget ever being loved, you werenโt even wanted.
There is no such thing as happily ever afterโs for the extras. Girls like you donโt get to star in love stories. Why did you ever think it would end differently?
You love him.
And he ruined you. Even worse, you let him.
You wish you never met Na Jaemin.
x. i canโt go out tonight. *fake coughs* iโm sick.
You would like to give a formal apology to Bella Swan for not understanding why she was so depressed over Edward leaving her for six months and making fun of her. In your defense, you were like nine years old when the movie came out, and you were more interested in Barbies back then (Plus, you were Team Jacob because you wanted a pet dog at the time).
You didnโt even go through a break up, but it sure as hell feels like one.
You probably would continue to wallow in your misery for weeks, clutching onto the only two men you could ever trust in your entire life: Ben and Jerryโs while watching every iconic 90s and early 2000s rom-coms on repeat if it werenโt for your best friends. But enough is enough, and you get that you shouldnโt be spending weeks crying over a boy who hasnโt even spent one second thinking about you. Itโs just hard to take that first step back up again when you feel like you tripped and fell all the way down to rock bottom.
And so, you finally let your friends into your shared dorm room, and you definitely do not miss the poorly disguised look of disgust and shock when they see the giant mess on your side of the room (Youโre very grateful that Giselle has been staying at her boyfriendโs place for weeks now). Itโs an intervention at this pointโone that you desperately need, and you know it.
โOkay, give it to me straight,โ you sniffle, still wrapped up in your comforter like a giant burrito and clutching onto the ice cream carton like a lifeline. You know that your friends will just rip it off like a bandage, and you have mentally prepared yourself for it. Your voice comes out wobbly still from the tears, and you hate it. โI know I was stupid for letting a guy walk all over me like that. I know if any of you were in this situation, Iโd tell you that youโre better than that and to get over him, but itโs just so hard to do it.โ
โHe who shall not be named is a scumbag, and Iโm gonna kill him the next time I see him,โ Lana states, pursing her lips together. โI hope he has a bad hair day every single day because I know heโd be screaming, crying, throwing up if he could never get a perfect selfie ever again.โ
You choke back a sob, giving her a watery smile. โThat would destroy him.โ
โGood. Fuck him. Metaphorically, not literally. Why should you care if you are the girl of his dreams or not? Be the girl of your dreams. Youโre gorgeous, smart, and funny and heโs just some guy who still doesnโt know how to use the correct โyourโ in an Instagram caption.โ
You can write down a thousand and one reasons why he was the most horrendous, most awful, most vile person to ever grace your life. But at the end of the day, why does it matter? What good would it do? You still love him, and thatโs the worst pill to swallow.
โI justโIโm having a hard time believing that.โ
โY/N, if you believed that Jaemin wasnโt a shitbag for the past four weeks and all the time before that in his life, then you can believe in yourself right now for two minutes and listen to me,โ Lana says firmly, clutching onto your shoulders and forcing you to look her in the eye as she continues on, โRemember the Barbie movie? Heโs just Ken. Ken doesnโt have a good day unless Barbie looks at him.โ
โYeah, like channel your inner Gina Linetti. Listen to Chelsea Peretti. โMen used to hunt.โ Whatโs Jaemin doing? Heโs pushing twenty and doing aegyo on camera,โ Moon chimes in, and Lana nods furiously in agreement before elbowing Yangyang in his rib not-so-subtly. โContribute to the conversation, Yang.โ
โHold on, Iโm thinking,โ Yangyang says, pausing in the middle of your room and placing his hands on his hips.
โOh congrats, I didnโt know you could do that. But stop because youโre not good at it at all,โ Moon says, completely ignoring the dirty look he throws at her immediately. The little exchange brings a small smile to your face and it feels nice to laugh. Youโve forgotten how to do that. You miss your friends. Youโre grateful for them for not giving up on you when you already have.
โCome on, letโs go see โCrazy Rich Asians.โ Itโll be fun. We can watch Lana fangirl over seeing her favorite actor,โ Moon encourages you, and Yangyang nods in agreement. โYeah, she picked a better man after the Jaehyun fiasco.โ
โOh my god, let it go. I didnโt like him that much,โ Lana huffs softly, grabbing one of your spare pillows and launching it square into his face in retaliation, and he lets out out a high pitched shriek that makes you giggle.
โWerenโt you gonna go see it with your best friend, Yang?โ You ask, glancing over at him and he shakes his head, a slightly sour expression on his face. โNah, sheโs going with Dejun already.โ
โSo unfortunately, weโre stuck with him now,โ Moon says solemnly as Yangyang immediately throws her a dirty look. The look on his face makes you laugh, and it makes you feel a little better and your heart a little lighter.
You shouldnโt have to beg someone to love you; the right person will never make you beg. The right person would never chip away at you, erasing different parts of you, until you fit their picture perfect mold, until thereโs nothing left of you. You would never have to call your friends at 4 am, drunk and crying for their validation, praying to whatever higher being is up there for them to take you back. Your friends have never looked at the scars and freckles dotting your skin and suddenly deemed you as unlovable. Your best friend wouldnโt call you fat and point out every single one of your insecurities. You are not unlovable because you decided to eat a third taco or decided to not wear makeup today or didnโt shave your legs. You may fight with your parents and siblings, but never once have you felt unloved by them. Never once did you have to get on your knees and plead for them to love you back.
You know you are worthy of love because your friends and family make it look so easy. They have shown you what love is really like time and time again. Youโve been a shitty friend these past few months, prioritizing a boy over the ones who really matter. Theyโve been so patient with you this entire time, and with an open heart, you realize that it is time you finally start properly loving them and yourself too.
You are loved.
xi. thatโs so not fetch!
Jaemin slinks out of the lecture hall, noting the dirty looks your friends have sent him from the other side of the room. Heโs been standing outside of the classroom before the session starts for the past few weeks in hopes of catching you, looking like a complete creep (and definitely feeling like one).ย But whatโs he to do when you wouldnโt return any of his texts or calls? Itโs humiliating, and he feels smaller than an ant under a microscope.
He pretends to leave class early, staking out in the bathroom across from the classroom. Counting down the minutes, he sees the first wave of students pouring out from the classrooms and finally spots you. His heart jumps to his throat, and his hands begin to grow clammy.
Youโre back to wearing your loose jeans and basic t-shirts, your favorite purple scrunchie wrapped around your wrist and an old Jansport backpack slung over your shoulder, decorated with pins of all those familiar characters from his favorite anime. Your face is bare, aside from tinted lip balm, and youโre smiling. Youโre laughing at something your friend next to you says, and with a sinking heart, Jaemin realizes that perhaps maybe you are pretty in the slightest way.
He finds himself taking one step towards you, then another, maneuvering around the other students rushing to leave. Heโs getting closer and closer, if he called out your name, you would hear him. But you wouldnโt stop for him this time. He knows that.
Jaemin is getting closer, just a few more steps until he can just stretch his hand out and tap your shoulder, and his heart is pounding so hard in his chest until a pretty manicured hand grabs his upper arm lightly.
โJaemin? What are you doing here?โย
He pauses, turning around and seeing Somi staring back at him in surprise as she continues, โI thought you donโt have any classes at this time.โ
โYeah, Iโโ he hesitates, glancing over at your retreating figure and Somi follows his gaze, her eyes softening as she lets go of his arm.
โOh, were you waiting for her? Sorry about that,โ she apologizes, pulling away and he shakes his head, shrinking back. Maybe it was for the better that you got away. Itโs probably a sign from the universe telling him to let it go.
โNo, itโs okay. She doesnโt want to talk to me anyway,โ Jaemin admits at last, starting to slink off, and Somi furrows her eyebrows, a puzzled expression gracing her face as she hurries slightly to catch up with him, matching his pace. He exits the building, crushing the graded economics midterm with a red 89 circled at the top in his fist and shoving it haphazardly into the side pocket of his backpack usually reserved for his water bottle.
โWhat are you talking about? The two of you are practically glued at the hip. She adores you,โ she laughs softly, tilting her head slightly as she glances over at him. He ignores her look, continuing on his way off of campus and towards his safe haven: a small dog friendly boba shop snug in between a bookstore and a 24 hour laundromat he frequents more often than he likes to admit.
ย โI honestly thought youโd ask her out at some point.โ
Jaemin winces at that, her light response rubbing salt into his open wounds, stitches torn and bleeding, and he spits out the next words defensively, his pride rearing its ugly head again. โNo way. I never liked her like that. Sheโs not my type at all. Have you seen her?โ
โWhat is wrong with you?โ Somi frowns at him, stopping in her tracks, and he halts, unable to look at her and throwing out a dismissive โWhat?โ In her direction.
โWhy are you talking about her like that? I thought you liked her,โ she answers, staring at him in disbelief, and he curls his fingers into fists, gripping tightly as a multitude of conflicting emotions war inside of him. He starts to walk again, barely glancing over at Somi.
โShe was just my tutor. I passed my midterm, so I donโt need to be around her anymore.โ He responds weakly, uncurling and recurling his fingers into fists as he desperately tries to stay calm.
It was so much easier to pretend around his other friends. Aside from Jeno, they always took his words at face value, never one to pry. And Jeno would never push him, knowing that he would eventually come to him at his own pace. But Somi? Heโs forgotten about how she can be after sheโs been so busy with her schedule, missing out from the majority of hang outs for her social work and events, and their class schedules never overlapped. She can spot a lie a mile away. She actually cares. In a way, she reminds him of you, and he canโt bear to meet her gaze anymore.
โSheโs your friend,โ Somi retorts, following him into the boba shop, briefly stopping to pet the adorable Samoyed wagging its tail near the entrance. โYou spent more time with her than any of us, except maybe Jeno. And you werenโt just studying in the library. Iโve seen her on your finsta and close friend stories.โ
โOkay, and now sheโs not. Sheโs not my friend anymore,โ Jaemin answers sharply, punching his order into the self service machine. โIt happens. People stop being friends. So back off, Somi.โ
โJeez, what is your problem?โ she snaps back, following him towards the back, settling on a pillow in one of the comfortable nooks converted into a small seating area across from him. โI caught you following Y/N, and now you say youโre not friends?โ
Jaemin hesitates, fiddling with one of the decorative pillows in his lap. โWe got into an argument.โ
โYeah, but friends fight. You can apologize, right?โ
Jaemin is silent.
Somi stares at him, and he wants to curl into himself. Itโs the very same look you gave him before you shut the door in his face, and he feels the bile in his throat already. Her voice is quiet. โJaemin, what did you do?โ
โIโ,โ he whispers, breaking off and clenching his fists. He is already replaying that moment in his head, seeing the look of utter devastation on your face, and he wants to run away. The ugly truth is front and center, and he is unable to ignore it any longer.
ย โI fucked up, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?โ Jaemin bursts out, burying his face in his hands and unable to face his friend. He closes his eyes, sucking in a deep breath. โI said some shitty things to her, some really fucked up stuff.โ
โLike fucked up as in messy drunk thoughts or fucked up, fucked up?โ Somi says softly, hesitantly, as if she doesnโt want to believe her friend is the worst of the worst. Jaeminโs heart sinks even lower than rock bottom as he continues to hang his head low.
โIโฆโ Jaeminโs voice is less than a whisper as he finally confesses the horrible truth to someone for the first time. His voice cracks as he recalls every single disgusting thing and insecurity he flung back into your face.
โI said that it would be stupid for her to believe in love at first sight, that she wasnโt up to my standards, that itโs her fault, that I was ashamed of her, ashamed that I even liked her because of the way she looked.โ
The silence is deafening, and Jaemin feels the same wave of humiliation wash over him as it did on that very night. Somi is speechless, and he canโt bear to look at her, one hundred percent knowing that there would be a raw look of utter disgust and horror on her face because that is the exact way he would look at himself. He sits there in silence as the guilt and shame pile up even higher; he is past the point of wallowing in self pity, already drowning and gasping for breath.
โJaeminโฆ she was your friend,โ she murmurs, gazing at him, mouth agape as the shock finally settles in, and he flinches slightly at the past tense. โShe actually cared about you. She made you happy.โ
โI know,โ he says softly.
โShe was the best thing that ever happened to you.โ Somi continues quietly.
Jaemin sucks in a sharp breath, biting his bottom lip. โI know.โ
โThen why?โ
Because I was stupid, he thinks silently, Because I am a coward. Because she embarrassed me. She made me feel small. She made me feel insignificant. She made me look at myself in the mirror, and for the first time in my life, I absolutely hated what I saw staring back at me.
โI donโt know,โ Jaemin whispers, staring down at his lap in resignation and unable to swallow the truth.
He knows.
xii. you canโt sit with us.
You continue to avoid Jaemin in Macroeconomics, choosing to slip into class at the very last minute. You see him waiting in front of the classroom every session for the past three weeks, searching for you, but you opt to go to the professorโs office hours every time before class and end up walking with her to class as she answers your questions about the assigned readings and problems. Alice saves you a seat in the front row, and you never told her but youโre grateful when you realize she must have asked her other friends to sit around the two of you, effectively barricading Jaemin from any attempt at sitting next to you. Finals week comes and goes withย the winter break following suit, and you think he has finally given up on any attempt at reaching you.
But life has an unfortunate penchant for bringing up thingsโor peopleโyou wish to forget when you least expect it. It was supposed to be an ordinary Thursday four weeks into the spring semester, and youโre exiting your last class of the day, tucking your laptop into the cute tote bag you bought from the New York Strands bookstore as you walk across campus.
โY/N.โ Jaemin appears in front of you, and suddenly, all the air in your lungs seem to have been sucked out. Itโs almost embarrassing how two months of self progress can be toppled over as easily as a house of cards. Your brain says to hate him, but one glance at him still has you weak in the knees. You take a deep breath, counting to three before walking around and ignoring him entirely.
โPlease, can we just talk for five minutes? Iโm sorry.โ He desperately reaches out for you, and you can see some people starting to take note of the two of you, their gazes on your back.
โLeave me alone, Jaemin.โ You continue to walk away, hiking up the strap of your bag higher over your shoulder, desperately trying to quell the stupid colony of butterflies in your stomach that have laid dormant for so long. โI donโt want to talk to you.โ
โPlease, just five minutesโthree minutesโand Iโll leave you alone forever. Listen to me,โ he says in a quiet tone. It was an order, a request, and a plea all at once.
You pause, scrutinizing him for a few moments before grabbing his arm and dragging him away from prying eyes. You stop on the secluded side of the building underneath the magnolia trees before dropping his hand. โYou have two minutes. Talk.โ
โIโm an idiot.โ
โGood to know youโre self aware. Youโre finally experiencing some character growth.โ
Jaemin grimaces at your stony expression. โOkay, that was deserved. I truly am sorry, Y/N. Itโs my fault, I shouldnโt have lashed out at you, and Iโm an asshole who took advantage of you. You do deserve better. You deserve someone better than me. But I want to be that person. You make me a better person.โ
You stay quiet, and Jaemin fidgets around. โIs thatโฆ is that okay? I know itโs selfish of me, butโโ
โYouโre right, that is selfish of you.โ
Jaemin falls silent at that, face flushing before he speaks up meekly, โCanโt we start over? Try again?โ
In that moment, you truly pity the boy in front of you. The lost expression on his face tells it all as he desperately clutches onto whatever lifeline youโre willing to toss out. But heโs causing you to drown, and you need to cut the cord and put yourself first for once. Maybe you can change him. But you canโt do this to yourself again.
You take a deep breath and pinch yourself, reminding yourself that this is the same boy who broke your heart because it wasnโt pretty enough for him. โThere is no trying again. You never tried, and Iโm done trying for you. Jaemin, you donโt love me. Youโve never felt that way towards me.โ
โYes, I have! I do! I really do,โ he protests, and you shake your head, taking a step back. He starts to take one step forward towards you and hesitates, staying in his original spot. Your gaze is cold, and he finds himself wishing that you would look at him in the way you used to.
โYou love the idea of me: the one you built up in your head,โ you say, tone growing quiet. โBut Iโm nothing like her. To some degree, I think I might be the first genuine connection you ever made with a girl. You liked the way I felt about you and how I acted for you. I changed everything about myself for you, I wouldโve followed you anywhere, I wouldโve done anything for you, and you took advantage of that. You took advantage of the fact that I love you.โ
You may not truly know what love is, but you know itโs something he never gave you. It stings, knowing that even after all of this, you still secretly, desperately long for the type of love you know will always be out of your reach. A part of you wants to believe him, but this time, you listen to your mind instead of your heart.
Jaeminโs head shoots up at your confession, eyes widening in belated realization, and you curl your lips inward, biting your lower lip. You love him. You love him, he now knows, and to your surprise, it didnโt hurt as much as you thought it would. Three steps forward and two steps back is still one step in the right direction.
โOne day, youโre gonna find someone whoโs finally enough for youโsomeone whoโs worth making pancakes for,โ you say wistfully, pausing for a minute before gathering the courage to continue.
โAnd youโre gonna fall in love with them. Like really love them. Youโre gonna love them so much that youโll try your hardest to be enough for them. Youโre gonna try so fucking hard to be the one they want, the one they love, that youโll do anything for them. Youโll even change yourself for betterโor for worse.โ You grip the strap of your tote bag even tighter, a dull pang in your heart making its appearance, and Jaemin winces, lowering his eyes as the regret and guilt pools into his stomach.
โBut sometimes, it wonโt be enough. Itโs not going to be enough,โ you continue, swallowing hard. โAnd itโll never be enough for them. Youโre willing to move heaven and earth for them, but they wonโt notice. Or maybe they donโt even care. No matter how hard you try to love them, it wonโt matter unless they want you. Unless they choose you.ย And itโll hurt like hell. Itโll hurt every single time you see them, every time you hear them, every time you think of them.โ
Your voice softens, shaking slightly as you take in a wavering breath before pushing forward. โAnd when it hurts, youโre going to think of me. Youโre going to remember me because thatโs when youโll understand what it feels like. Thatโs when youโll know how I felt. How it feels to not be enough. How it feels to have your heart ripped to shreds by someone you care aboutโsomeone you love.โ
His heart drops, and you give him a wistful smile before it quickly disappears, and your expression schools into one of indifference. You continue to walk forward confidently, brushing past his frozen figure. You see your friends waiting for you on the other side of the lawn, and you look over your shoulder at Jaemin one last time, taking a deep breath and steeling yourself.
โAnd you know what? I hope to fucking god it hurts you as much as you hurt me.โ
The world continues to spin, you keep moving forward, and he remains rooted in his spot, unable to look away from you. There are so many Barbies and Kens out there, so many more Na Jaemins who will come into your life and sweep you off your feet, and youโll make them feel special and more than a pretty face, he belatedly realizes, heโs disposable and so easily replaceable, but thereโs only ever going to be one you.ย
As he watches you walk away, Jaemin thinks he is starting to understand.
EPILOGUE.
Life likes to play cruel jokes, and the senior year gives you the most hilarious one of all in the form of your final capstone project. Last you heard about Jaemin, he had switched his major to pre med (which was ironic to you since that field would require him to care about other people, which he clearly proved to be incapable of). However, your university decided to implement a cross collaboration between the various schools, and itโs just your luck that you find yourself paired up with Jaemin. Giving him a tight smile as you take a seat across from him in the library room he reserved, you take out your laptop.
Jaemin had asked earlier if you wanted to request a new assigned partner, but you highly doubt any professor would switch up a pairing on account of one person being guilty of being the greatest asshole to ever exist (Plus, youโll come across many guys like him in your field of work, so you might as well start building up your tolerance now).
It is the final time you will meet up with him before the big presentation, and the two of you work together in silence, only breaking it to discuss the project topic. It is neither comfortable nor uncomfortable, settled somewhere in betweenโkind of like a purgatory for relationships. Youโve stopped thinking about him a while ago already, but seeing someone who once was a part of your life always brings back memories, whether wanted or not.
โI met someone.โ
Jaemin breaks the ice, unable to hold it back any longer. He feels like heโs going to explode if he doesn't get this off of his chest. There is a slight pause in your writing before you resume, but he knows you are listening.
โI met her afterโฆ after ourโฆโ He trails off. He doesnโt know what to call itโwhat the two of you had. An almost relationship. โโฆ After us.โ
You continue to write, taking note of several points to be discussed based on your slide. He puts down his pen, clasping his hands together as he fiddles with one of the rings wrapped around his fingers.
โI made her blueberry pancakes.โ
You sharply inhale for a brief millisecond before you jot down another bullet point. One, two, three, four, five bullet points until you can breathe normally again. Youโre twenty two years old, but you suddenly feel like youโre eighteen again. You sometimes loathed your younger self, but because of her, you learned so many things (Forgiveness is one of them).
โI donโt know what else to do, except keep making her pancakes.โ Jaemin sits there idly for a few moments, entirely unaware of your inner turmoil, before he laughs derisively, โSheโs in love with my best friend. She never told me, but I can just tell.โ
Thereโs another pause from him. Staring down at his notebook, he swallows hard, the lump in his throat never fully going away. His voice cracks as he whispers out his question:
โDoes it ever stop hurting?โ
Your pen stops moving across the paper, dropping to the side. Thereโs a black scribble from where it fell. You still continue to look at the index card, focusing on the college ruled lines until they become a mosaic blur of blue, black, and white.
โEventually.โ
Your tone is impassive, and his head snaps up at your reply. You pick up the pen again. You donโt look at him, but you know heโs staring at you, an unrecognizable expression in his eyes.
Perhaps, it would have been different if you had met the present day him back then instead. Perhaps, it wouldโve worked out. Maybe he would have made another girl fall in love with him, broke her heart, and come out unscathed. Or maybe he would still be the same as his past self if he hadnโt met you. Itโs the butterfly effect; you donโt know what would have happened, but you donโt care. Not anymore.
By now, you have mourned him for longer than you have loved him.
โY/N, you were never hard to love. I was bad at loving. Iโm sorry for hurting you.โ
And this time, you know he truly means itโthat Jaemin truly understands. It is good that he has learned and tried to become a better person. You just wish it didnโt have to come at the expense of you.
Your first love teaches you what love isnโt.
The threads holding the pieces of your heart together these past three years have always been so fragile. Just one tug at the heart strings, and everything unravels so easily, like grains of sand slipping through your fingers. Youโve nearly forgotten what heartbreak feels like, the old wounds opening up for a long forgotten friend that you had prayed you would never meet again.
You discover that it hurts even more the second time around.
โI wish I fell in love with you back then.โ
His tone is forlorn, a silent resolution wrapped in happenstance. You continue to write down more notes for your part of the presentation, the soft scritches of your pen against paper almost masking your quiet response, and Jaemin nearly misses it.
โSo did I.โ
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Obsession
This is literally based off of one of my favorite kpop songs, and the lyrics mix with Miguel ๐ฉ
18+ DNI MINORS
warnings: poetic fucking, breeding kink? size kink, obsessive clingy behaviors??, religious references, liquor, and other shit I probably don't recognize.
~613 words~
He canโt get enough of you, and you can't get enough of him. It drives you crazy how you need him all the time. You can't help each time you see him to constantly lock eyes with him, you want to feel him, touch him, you constantly crave him all the time at just a glance. The way his hands caress your body, how he touches each curve, each roll, each mark on your body. Heโs a drug you need to experience all the time, the way his lips press against yours, the way his cologne wafts into your nose.ย
โMirame princessa~โ the words that would escape his lips driving you crazy, the forbidden fruit that you tasted now drenching all kinds of thoughts into your mind. The way his body completely molds into yours, making the two of you a perfect pair. The way he bullies his cock inside of you, reaching that spot that you could never seem to obtain, making you moan so sinfully in his ears, driving his lust for you stronger than before. When he fills you up with his cum, when he groans in your ear, when his grip tightens ever so slightly. It drives you crazyโฆ
Those sweet moments that are savored with wine, when he wraps his arms around you making the world seem perfect, when you dance with him softly grinding against his groin to tease him. His perfect kisses that leave shudders down your spine, his whispers when he tells you โte necesito para siempreโฆโ The love he sustains for you manifested in such a passionate way. He never lets you go.
Even when you wanted to go home, your feet could never move from his apartment floor. Heโs just too addictive for you to even step away. When the two of you touch, electricity spreads between the both of you, the skin on skin contact repeating in your mind. The more you spend time with him, the more you craved him. He was alcohol, heโs the definition of lust and temptation all in one man.ย
The more he drank from you, the more he tasted you, the more he buried his face between your legs, drinking up your sopping cunt. The more thirstier he got for your existence. You are both together 24 hours, 7 days a week. Chained to each other, prisoner to each other with no other way out. The two of you are both completely smitten with each other, completely in love, a passion that was fed with more flames, an undying fire that could never be taken out. You were like newlyweds on a honeymoonโฆstuck to each other like glue, never going somewhere without the otherโฆHis height besides yoursโฆthe way he towered over you and had to kneel a bit to listen to you..the way you whispered your desires that were fueled by his height.
The undeniable smirk on his face when he would drag you somewhere hidden in public to fulfill your wild desires, the stretch you felt when he inserted himself inside you, the dominant whispers in your ear, the way he held onto you as if you were the answer to all of his problems. Your smile was unhidden as well, your face filled with pleasure and contempt, the whines and whimpers you filled the air. The two of you are in sync, deliriously in love with each other. The ring on both of your fingers, constantly reminding you of the vow he promised you when you got engagedโฆ
โrescatame cuando me caigo, cariรฑoโฆel amor que tengo para ti nunca se ira, no tengo mas miedoโฆquedate conmigo para siempreโฆpara cada 24 horas del dia.."
I hope you guys enjoyed this one :') the lyrics from the song are translated and incorporated into this little blurb I have here, if you guys wanna hear the songs its 24 hours by Sunmi. This has been in the drafts for too long, I'm working on how to make my writing longer that just 600-800 words. I kind of made it into an open interpretation for you guys to imagine!! Also don't forget to give any constructive criticism if needed!!
#atsv miguel#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel oโhara smut#spiderman 2099#miguel o'hara#miguel x reader#miguel smut#miguel o'hara smut#miguel spiderman#Spotify
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pose for me (j.wy)
pairing: boudoir photographer!wooyoung x model!reader
preview: you take a job as a model for a world renowned photographer. obviously, your boudoir photo shoot wasn't supposed to escalate to a sex tape.
tags/warnings: fem reader, boudoir photography, sex tape filming, big dick!wooyoung, pet names (good girl, baby, pretty girl), breast play, oral (m. receiving), cum eating, marking, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie
trigger warnings: all filming and photography is CONSENTED explicity, multiple times.
wc: 1.6k
song recs for this fic: desire by ateez, tail by sunmi, no manners by superm, cyber sex by doja cat
a/n: the header is actually what inspired the whole plot of this fic. don't ask why i chose woo for this one either. bro just gave the right vibes ig. enjoy photographer wooyoung
this is it. unit 6 of the apartment building the photographerโs manager had directed you to.
this is actually pretty surreal to you. youโre meeting up with world renowned photographer, jung wooyoung. heโs known for photographing celebrities but he hasnโt done that in quite some time.
heโs shifted his expertise to boudoir photography for up and coming models. you just so happen to be one of those models.ย
but, youโre not really here to make a name for yourself in the modeling industry. youโre really here to just meet wooyoung. youโve heardโฆ things from other models in your company. things about how their sessions escalated to technically unprofessional events.
now, of course youโre not here to try and lose your career. but you want some proof towards the rumors of wooyoungโs skills.ย
and size.ย
you knock on the door. four times. you hear some shuffling behind the door before a beautiful man opens the door. the wind is almost knocked out of you when he opens the door.
โy/n?โ you nod, holding out your hand for a handshake. โyou must be mr. jungโ you smile. โplease, call me wooyoung. this is only a mildly professional environmentโ he steps out of the way, ushering you into his apartment.ย
you move to take your red heels off but wooyoung placed his hand on your shoulder. โi think those heels will suit a set of lingerie i haveโ he says, his voice sounding silky smoothing. he sounds like honey in your head. you nod, leaving your heels on.ย
you shimmy your coat off and put it on a hanger. he hands you a lacy, shimmery set of red lingerie. he was right, your heels do suit this set. โyou can go put it on in the room down the hall. thatโs my make-shift dressing room for models.โ
you walk down the hall and walk into the room. you close the door behind you and make sure to lock it. yes, youโre partially here to get laid but youโd like to be consensually naked in front of him rather than because youโre being watched.
you finish putting on the lingerie and examine yourself in the mirror. you look good. you lookโฆ fuckable. you put on some light red makeup and some red glittery gloss. you pout your lips in the mirror. kissable.ย
you put on the fluffy white bathrobe left in the room for you to wear until the shoot officially starts. you walk back out to the main room to see wooyoung setting up a pink backdrop and adjusting the props. the props include; broken up angel wings to make you look like a fallen angel, a halo painted black, and a mattress thatโs been cut into and parts have been splashed with black and red paint. clearly, he planned a whole concept for you. you appreciate this aspect of his work.ย
โoh, youโre ready?โ wooyoung says, finally noticing your presence in the room.ย you nod, sudden nerves hitting you. โthe set fits perfectlyโ you smile. โi followed the exact measurements you sent me. i would hope it fitโ he laughs lightheartedly.ย
you walk further into the room, walking over to the section of the room with the backdrop. you examine the props that he prepared for you. theyโre quite interesting to look at. they really suit everything youโre already wearing.ย
โare you ready to get on with the shoot, y/n?โ his voice breaks the silence so suddenly that you jump a little. โyes, iโm readyโ you remove your robe and stand in front of the ripped up mattress.
โhow do you want me first?โ you break his longing gaze on your body. โon your stomach, head in your hands, legs up behind youโ he explains. getting into seductive positioning immediately was expected.ย
you get into the requested position and try to get comfortable. he places the painted halo on your head, adjusting it to be slightly crooked. he hesitated for a moment before running his thumb over your bottom lip. he smudges your red gloss over your chin, making it look like youโd been kissed a whole bunch.ย
โthatโs betterโ he says, his voice low and almost seductive. you smile at him. you hope you look good. good enough to fuck.ย
he walks away from you, getting behind his camera. he adjusts it a few times before seeming satisfied with its position. he clicks a few photos before groaning. are you doing something wrong?ย
โyou donโt look, fallen angel-ish enoughโ he says, sliding his fingers through his hair. he sighs, contemplating what to do to fix what he finds to be lacking. he stands there, looking at you and thinking. you almost wish you could read his mind. what is he thinking right now? โget upโ he says. you roll off the mattress and get up onto your feet. โis something wrong? whatโs-โ he cuts you off with his lips on yours. his tongue darts out, almost like heโs trying to get a taste of your cherry red gloss. if he could, he would probably be eating your lips.ย
โi know whatโs missingโ you whisper into his lips. you slide your hands down his body, ending up on your knees. you fumble with his belt buckle for a moment before getting undone. you slide it out of the loops in his pants and place it on the floor. you undo the button on his dress pants and slide them along with his underwear down to mid-thigh. his cock isโฆ big, to say the least. the rumors about this part are true.ย
he rushes to grab his camera. he turns it on the recording setting. โmind if i film our little encounter?โ he asks. you shake your head. โi donโt mind at allโ you smile sheepishly at him.ย
you take him into your hand, stroking him softly. you look up at him with big doe eyes. your messy lips and big eyes almost made him cum on the spot. he bites his lip as your hand speeds up its motions. he throws his head back, his own hand coming to rest on the back of your head.ย
you stick your tongue out, licking the bead of pre-cum that had gathered on his tip. you take his tip into your mouth entirely, swirling your tongue around it. you take your hands of and nudge your head down his length further. he takes this opportunity to fuck your mouth.ย
saliva builds up in your mouth with every pass of his cock in your throat. you canโt even take all of it in your mouth, even with the tip passing your uvula. you cough around his length, more saliva spilling out of your mouth. a puddle is gathering on the floor between your knees.ย
he holds your head steady as his seed spills into your throat suddenly. you gag, the saltiness overtaking your tastebuds. you remove your mouth from his half-hard length, swallowing his seed. you wipe your mouth, the gloss staining your hand.
wooyoung helps you off your numb knees, holding your hand up to his mouth. he licks the gloss remnants off the back of your hand. he adjusts the recording camera to face the mattress. he then connects his lips to yours, nibbling on your lips. he backs you up towards the battered mattress. he helps you lower yourself onto the mattress.ย
he removes your bright red panties and throws them across the room. he settles himself between your legs. he doesnโt intend to enter you just yet. he has a fascination with your breasts. he has since you took your robe off. he wants to touch them.
โarch your backโ you do as told and he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra. he does it with one hand. impressive. he discards your bra with your panties. wooyoung trails his hands over your hardened nipples. he tweaks one of them, a whine leaving your mouth. he alternates between each of your breasts. poking, prodding, tweaking.ย
he leans down to connect his mouth with the plush skin. he leaves dark blue and red marks all over your bare skin. the hairs all over your body stand on edge as he does this. your hands tangle in his black locks, tugging just barely.
when he finally disconnects from your bitten chest, a trail of saliva leaves you connected. the sight makes you clench around nothing.
he readjusts himself between your legs. he palms himself before aligning with your hole. he looks at you with a sweetness in his eyes as he sheathes himself in you. his mouth hangs open in a small โoโ shape. you arch your back, the movement causing slight twitches throughout your body.ย
he slams into you harshly. your entire body jolts with each movement. your own mouth hangs open, gasping moans coming out of it. fast, panting breaths cause your chest to rise and fall rapidly.ย
โwoo- ah, wooyoung pleaseโ you wrap your legs around his waist and try and get him as close to you as possible. your back twitches, alternating between being flat and being fully arched. your nails dig into wooyoungโs forearm.ย
โcumming, fuck, woo gimme cumโ you beg. you pout your lips, licking over your lips. your swollen, fucked out state sends him over the edge. he groans your name, spilling himself intp you. you cum along with him, a loud cry of his name escaping your own mouth.ย
he gets up off of you, pulling his underwear and pants back up his legs. he hands you your bra, which you quickly put back on. he stops the recording and picks his camera up off the tripod. he positions the halo back onto your head and snaps a photo of you, all covered in makeup and sweat.
โperfect shot.โย
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itโll belong to us (unnie!irene x fem!reader high school au)
literally inspired by a clip of an irene fancall where she does fanservice pretending to be an unnie. + lyrics of โsecret tapeโ by sunmi. will probably write sequels to this too lol
CW: just angsty fluffy ambiguous confessions/coming out
word count: ~1700
would you show me a little of your time?
i just need a little bit of it
โ
โiโll come pick you up after your exam.โ
joohyun tapped your chin with a gentle finger, unable to suppress an amused smile at your crestfallen expression. โyah, i have school to go to too, you know.โ
โthat early?โ you complained, even though you knew it was futile when bae joohyun made up her mind.
the older student looked at you for just a moment. or maybe notโฆ?
โwhat do you want as an after school treat?โ she slung her backpack onto her shoulder, moving toward the door.
โnothing.โ you pouted, only to hear your unnie chuckle.
โuh huh. see you tomorrow afternoon!โ
you sighed, locking the door behind joohyun and shuffling back to your late night cramming.
โ
the next day was miserable, as math exam days went. you studied furtively in korean and english class, but by the time biology rolled around you couldnโt be bothered and just spaced out sleepily. the weather was beautiful out the window. you knew joohyun was in that direction, just half a kilometer away, probably in gym class and walking laps around the track arm-in-arm with her friends. how much youโd give, just to feel the sun on your skin and chatter with her for half an hour.
it wasnโt fair when the lottery assigned you to one high school, and joohyun to the other. it was comical, when you lived two doors down from each other. each morning, you met up early on the street to chat or exchange your mothersโ extra batches of banchan. joohyunโs activities as a student body vice president meant some mornings she had to depart way too early in the morningโtoday happened to be one such day. youโd usually see each other off with a good luck hug on big exam days like yours, but duty called joohyun.
you sighed, dropping your chin to the desk until the observant teacher called your name. one more class periodโฆan awful examโฆand then joohyun would walk across the neighborhood to pick you up, just as she promised. bae joohyun never broke her promises.
โ
as expected, the exam ran overtime. you werenโt the last to leave the room, but you grew fed up with triple checking your answers and knew that joohyun had probably arrived at the school gates by now. you hopped up, dropping off your test before speed walking out the door.
โy/n-ah!โ joohyun called, waving furiously to get your attention as if she wasnโt standing in her usual spot. a few students turned their heads with amused curiosity, one pair of your grade mates giggling to each other. you couldnโt bring yourself to care very much, skipping across the yard with a broad enough smile that drew delighted laughter from your unnie.
โhi joohyun unnie,โ you said, peeking your head through the bars and miming being a prisoner. โwill you set me free?โ
โoh, stop fooling around,โ joohyun rolled her eyes, reaching around the post to tug you onto her side. she smiled, reaching up to rearrange your disheveled bangs in her usual impulse. โhow was the test?โ
โit was fine.โ you shrugged, not particularly interested in pursuing the topic.
โdid you check your answers?โ
โtwo and a half times.โ you started to walk, towing joohyun away from the godforsaken institution. she fell into lockstep with you, her arm automatically looping into yours.
โtwo and a half?โ her brows knitted, trying to decipher what that meant.
โi gave up on the third pass because iโd keep you waiting,โ you admitted, trying at an appeasing expression. joohyun frowned.
โyouโฆโ she trailed off, giving up on the scolding. โi brought you bungeobbang. choux cream.โ
โoh!โ you beamed, accepting the greasy wax bag and taking a bite out the head of the fish bread. the filling was still warm and fresh. โyouโre the best, unnie. i love you.โ
joohyun laughed softly, and you watched from the corner of your eye as she briefly dipped her head away from you.
truth be told, joohyun was acting strangely lately. it didnโt quite make much sense, but she suddenly seemed both clingier and more reserved at the same time. youโd wracked your brain to try and remember if anything had happened to trigger this change, or if you had done something wrong. you couldnโt for the life of you recall anything specific.
โunnie, do you have to head home?โ you asked, stopping at a quiet crosswalk. cross the street straight and youโd make it home; a left turn, and your feet would take you to your favorite cafe. having missed your morning meeting, you figured an hour or two at a cafe wouldnโt hurt.
โyeah,โ joohyun answered immediately. โgotta work out a few logistics for the year end festival.โ
โoh,โ you said, let down for the second time. joohyun sighed, turning to grasp your hands in hers until you looked up at her.
โitโs the end of the year, us seniors have a lot to attend to,โ she said gently. you wilted slightly. your year gap was something that you liked hearing less and less of.
because bae joohyun would, of course, graduate with perfect marks. then, sheโd probably disappear north to attend some top seoul university, be a star student and the talk of the town up there, and forget little old you, back in your stinky old hometown.
it was a chance childhood connection and against all odds that someone like joohyun had a best friend like you. she was even the talk of your school, her reputation as the most beautiful girl in this whole town drawing boys from your school to peek into after school student body meeting windows.
she was looking at you with those pretty doe eyes now, pleading for your understanding and probably a little too hung up on what you had to say about her time.
โmmkay,โ you sighed, trying not to look too pitiful. the walk light changed, and joohyun threaded her fingers through yours as you crossed the street together. she glanced over at you when she thought you wouldnโt notice, squeezing your hand once with a silent apology.
the walk was short, of course. you two stopped in front of your house, which was the closer one from your origin. she turned to look at you again, her eyes warm as she regarded you.
โtalk to you later,โ you said sullenly, but she caught your arm and kept you in place.
โiโll ask my mom if you can come over for dinner, okay?โ
you looked up at her, unable to ignore the unconcealed hope in her expression as she extended her olive branch. you sighed, pretending to consider her offer until she let out an annoyed whine.
โokay, fine.โ you sighed dramatically.
joohyun nodded, her expression brightening. the conversation couldโve ended there, yet there was something that rooted the two of you in place.
โiโll miss you,โ you blurted, your gaze darting across her face as you tried to decipher bae joohyunโs penchant for unreadability. โwhen you graduate.โ
the older student exhaled through her nose, still clutching your arm as if the northward wind would blow her away that instant.
โiโll miss you too,โ she said softly, and you knew she meant it. she tucked an errant lock of hair out of your face, her lips pressing into a saddened smile. โi donโt know what iโm gonna do without you.โ
โyouโll be just fine,โ you shook your head. โiโm not worried about you. whoโs gonna bother me about triple checking my work?โ
joohyun laughed weakly. โyou donโt give yourself enough credit.โ she rested a hand on your cheek, giving it a gentle pinch. โyouโre a clever kid.โ
she gave you that look, in moments when you grew acutely aware of the difference between the two of you. it wasnโt pity, or anything like that, rather a reminder that in some ways, you were always chasing after her.
โtext me, all right?โ you moved to turn and retreat into your house gate, but she kept a grip on your elbow. you looked up at her curiously, about to make a playful comment about how she seemed to like playing hard to get, when the look in her eyes made your thoughts stutter to a halt.
she pulled you into the shelter of your house gate, out of the narrow residential street, and kissed you. it was short and chaste, but on the lips, and it made your heart fairly stop in your heart. it was over as soon as it started, joohyun pulling away and her eyes fluttering open.
she looked at you as if youโd been the one to kiss her.
โsorry.โ joohyun said, releasing your elbow. her cheeks were nearly red, you realized, her gaze fixed on the brick wall by your side. she sniffled softly, and your heart dropped.
โhey, donโt cry,โ you reached out to grab the sides of her arms. โwhyโre we talking like this? itโs not like youโre leaving tomorrow.โ
โyeah, i know.โ joohyun laughed once, her lip trembling. you could see the panic growing in her eyes, as she began to realize what had happened. she started backpedaling. โsorry, i justโฆi got emotional andโฆiโm being weird, i'm so sorryโโ
โyouโre not weird,โ you replied gently, automatically. โwell, not for feeling this way, anyway.โ
joohyun finally looked up, and her beautiful face was tragically, nearly poetically distraught. your best friend was not frequently vulnerable, not even around her family or close friends. it was all the unbelievably similar ways the two of you aligned that seemed to set joohyun at ease, unlike with anybody else in her life.
so maybe this had happened because she had seen it in you, too; in the way youโd looked at her for the past ten years of your lives, falling in deep before you knew what any of it meant.
you threaded your arms around her neck, pulling her close into a tight embrace.
โyouโre not weird.โ you muttered, and turned to press a sweet kiss to her cheek. a thousand emotions settled in the eye of the storm, until nothing mattered but memorizing the girl in your arms. โnone of this is weird at all.โ
joohyun melted into your hold, and you knew the relief that was washing over her, because you could feel it, too.
the exhale of a love that could breathe for the first time.
#was this proofread enough?#probably not lol#red velvet fanfic#irene imagines#red velvet imagines#bae joohyun imagines#angst#hs!au
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WELCOME TO THE EXCELSIOR HOTEL GALLIA
Right in the middle of Milan, you'll find our home away from home for this trip. The Excelsior Hotel Gallia is a five star luxury escape known for its remarkable spirit and prestigious pedigree. When you're not enjoying our fashion show or the rest of what the city has to offer, our celebrities will be able to relax at the spa and salt cabin, enjoy a plethora of the best Italian cuisine, and take in the sights of the city at the rooftop bar.
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Weโre Backโฆ
โLike hell Iโm just going to sit around and let you handle it,โ Minji sneered at Jaebeom across the table. Her usual sweet and comforting voice dripped with malice. She threw a crumpled note to her friend and leaned on his desk. โYou didnโt handle it then! I canโt this happen again. Not with her.โ
Tag Minzy- Youre it.
Im coming for whatโs mine -HJ
Jaebeom couldnโt be upset with her. For months she had been getting letters from Hanjae, her living nightmare. JB held his hand to steady Wonho from approaching the angry woman. โI get youโre mad but Minโฆ You have to let me do this. I know heโs working with Choi now. He reached out to my father. We just need-โ
Her frustrated cry cut off the older man. โNeed to what? He humiliated you last time! Your brother got shot! Hongjoong almost lost his eye! Fuck, Jaebeom- Taeyong almost died on the kitchen table.โ She pointed an accusatory finger at each man in the room. โDid you forget what happened to Lisa?โ Her eyes searched the room but felt relief knowing her young friend wasnโt around for this meeting.
โENOUGH!โ JBโs voice boomed through the room. Everyone but Minji took a step back and recoiled. โEveryone out, except you, Dr. Gong.โ One by one they all left the two alone.
Even after an hour of being locked up alone and Changkyunโs best efforts to listen at the doorโฆ No one knew what happened behind the door. All they can agree on is a few windows rattled when Mingi left the office, slamming the door behind her.
Minji signed a note and folded it quickly before tucking inside Yoonaโs little back pack. โOk, baby. Be good for Auntie Em ok? I promise Iโll see you soon.โ She stole a kiss from the little girl as Chanyeol carried her off. Having purposely let the girl skip nap time, Minji knew that she would be sleeping before she arrived. โBye baby,โ she whispered, swiping her tears away.
One downโฆ two to go. With Yoona away, she needed to get the others out of the house. She knew that she couldnโt keep Lisa out of this but at least Mina and Sunmi could be sent outโฆ with a little persuasion.
โIโm not playing doctor with anyone,โ Sunmi protested as she looked through the โcare packageโ Mina held. โI donโt care how cute they are!โ
Mina laughed and pulled her friend from the house. โStop! I know you missed him. Maybe he missed usโฆ or you.โ She swung the bag to her friend and grabbed the tray of cookies and brownies, making sure to grab the one marked โFor Jakeโ. โMin, are you sure you canโt come?โ
โNo, sorry,โ Minji kept the answer short. โTheyโve been through a lot and just need an extra hand. Since Lisa has to goโฆ just make sure Kyun is ok while sheโs gone. Tell the boys I send my love.โ She kissed her friend on the cheek and sent them on their way.
โWhat do you mean he isnโt here?โ Jaebeom asked looking for Chanyeol. โWhere is he?โ He didnโt need to ask more when he saw the satisfied look Minji had on her face. โSeriously? You did this didnโt you?โ His question only answered with a shrug.
โIs this going to take long? I have more important things to do,โ Lisa whined and grabbed Jungkook as she walked from the house and tothe third of the four identical waiting cars.
Wonho sighed heavily as he tried to usher Changkyun out. โYour dad doesnโt pay me to babysit you. Get the fuck out of here,โ he barked at the middle sibling. The second car waiting for them.
To everyoneโs surprise, Hanse and Gyu were the most cooperative pair. It was almost unsettling. The last car designated for them.
โIโll be waiting. We need to make this as smooth as possible. I canโt miss this,โ Hongjoong warns JB. He kisses Minji on the cheek and leans against the first car patiently.
JB looked around the oddly empty house and faced Minji. โYou donโt trust me? Touchรฉ. Taeyong will be here soonโฆ you canโt stop that. Hyunjin will stay with you until we get back since you wonโt listen to me.โ
โIโm counting on it. I just need to see where his loyalty lies. Good luck JB,โ Minji hugs him tightly. โItโs been an honor knowing you as a friend and boss.โ
โI donโt know what youโre doing Minjiโฆ Just be careful. Youโre playing with fire and we both know this isnโt going to end well,โ JB said from the door. He wasnโt able to look back at his friend.
Minji stood outside with Hyunjin and watched the four cars leave with her friends. She looked up and down the street for the pair of lights that brought Taeyong with them. โGame on,โ she whispered as the crumpled note fell from her hands.
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date: november 3, 2024. 12:25am
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๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ : ๐ณ๐ถ๐ถ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ณ๐๐ฝ๐ฌ
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ย - october 30 2018
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ - mini
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ - 5 tracks -ghost (dreamnote) -silent night (dreamcatcher) -last waltz (twice) -esper (eunbi) -put it straight |nightmare ver.| (g-idle)
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๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ย - february 13 2019
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ - mini
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ - 5 tracks -intro: alice in darkland (pink fantasy) -chase me (dreamcatcher) -goodnight (dreamcatcher) -crown (dreamcatcher) -in and out (red velvet)
๐ด๐ ๐ฉ๐ณ๐ถ๐ถ๐ซ ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐น ๐ฉ๐ณ๐ถ๐ถ๐ซ
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ย - june 5 2019
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ - mini
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ - 5 tracks -intro: illusion (purple kiss) -girls (nature) -wallflower (twice?) -deja vu (dreamcatcher) -whisper
๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ย - october 1 2019
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ - mini
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ - 5 tracks -intro: end of the forest (pixy?) -ponzona (purple kiss) -fantasy (pink fantasy) -kingdom come (red velvet) -moonlight (pixy)
๐ฌ๐ฝ๐๐ณ ๐บ๐ท๐๐น๐๐ป
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ย - march 2 2020
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ - mini
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ - 6 tracks -BEcause (dreamcatcher) -pretty psycho (purple kiss) -wicked love (yena) -hell in heaven (twice) -scary fairytale (IU) -love is dead (purple kiss)
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ย - august 24 2020
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ - full
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ - 10 tracks -villain (pixy) -karma (pixy) -hide and seek (pixy) -flippin a coin (pixy) -XXXX (chungha) -swan song (pixy) -villain dies (g-idle) -lowlife princess (BIBI) |yurei solo.| -blade (BIBI) |enna solo.| -wet nightmare (BIBI) |mara solo.|
๐น๐ฌ๐ซ ๐บ๐ผ๐ต
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ย - january 13 2021ย
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ - mini
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ - 5 tracks -scream (dreamcatcher) -red sun (dreamcatcher) -dead man runnin' (seulgi) -sweet dreams (lovelyz?) -i can't breathe (gswn)
๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ข๐๐
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ย - june 13 2021
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ - mini
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ - 6 tracks -poison rose (craxy) -bewitched (pixy) -marionette |english ver.| (red velvet) -witch (tri.be) -wonderland (idypia) |mave.| -bewitched |english ver.| (pix)
๐ป๐จ๐๐ต๐ป๐ฌ๐ซ
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ย - november 14 2021
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ - mini
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ - 5 tracks -save me: intro (purple kiss) -sweet juice (purple kiss) -tales of the unusual (pink fantasy) -breath (pixy?) -dark (x-file) |g-idle.|
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ : ๐ฑ๐จ๐ท๐จ๐ต ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ผ๐ป
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ย - march 13 2022
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ - mini
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ - 7 tracks -endless night (dreamcatcher) -memeM (purple kiss) -piri (dreamcatcher) -deja vu (dreamcatcher) -and there was no one let (dreamcatcher) -no more (dreamcatcher) -black out (OBSYDIA; nijisanji)
๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐ช๐ฌ
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ย - august 13 2022
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ - full
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ - 9 tracks -addicted (pixy) -trigger (craxy) -jeykll -in the frozen (dreamcatcher) -diamond (dreamcatcher) -checkmate -impressionable -rose blue (dreamcatcher) -reason (dreamcatcher)
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ย - december 13 2022
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ - single
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ - 4 tracks -poison (pink fantasy) -get out (pink fantasy) -hot (the moon) |pixy.| -iriwa (pink fantasy)
๐น๐๐ต๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ญ ๐ด๐๐ซ๐ต๐๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ป
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ย - april 19 2023
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ - full
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ - 9 tracks -libido (onlyoneof) -tail (sunmi) -dance with god (craxy) -requiem (craxy) -liar -gaia (craxy) -eternally (txt) -cold as hell (tayeon) -bound (key?)
๐๐ข๐๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ย - september 13 2023
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ - mini
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ - 7 tracks -nerdy (purple kiss) -marionette doll (lapillus) -coming over -sleep walking -trap -mayday (dreamcatcher) -locked inside a door (dreamcatcher)
๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐น๐ฌ๐จ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ย - january 15 2024
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ - mini
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ - 4 tracks -bad news (kiss of life) -nobody knows (kiss of life) -revenge (g-idle) -nobody knows |english ver.| (kiss of life)
๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐ : ๐๐ต๐ซ ๐ฑ๐จ๐ท๐จ๐ต ๐ช๐ถ๐ด๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ช๐ฒ
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ย - may 15 2024
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ - mini
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ - 7 tracks -perfect world (twice) -wildside (red velvet) -XOXO (TRINITY; nijisanji) -abyssal zone (nornis; nijisanji) -night spider (TRINITY; nijisanji) -cage of desire (nijisanji en; pomu, maria, enna, elira) -neon (raon)
๐ช๐ฏ๐๐ณ๐ณ ๐ฒ๐๐ณ๐ณ๐ฌ๐น
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ย - august 18 2024
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ - single
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ - 3 tracks -chill kill -underwater -knock knock (whoโs there) |red velvet.|
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ย - october 13 2024
๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ - full
๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ - 10 tracks -intro: chaoticalX (dreamcatcher i think) -chill kill -underwater -knock knock (whoโs there) |red velvet.| -moon (g-idle) -zoom (red velvet) -everybody's got a secret (billlie) -run for roses (nmixx) -nightmare (red velvet) -sacrifice (eat me up) |enhypen.|
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Shining Nikki Characters Music Type Headcanons
Hi, Iโm ready to get burned at the stake.
This is all true BECAUSE I SAID SO. Iโm not gonna have everybody on this because Iโm TiReD and I have ScHoOl WoRk.
Nikki - Pop (she probably likes Bella Poarch and Charlie Puth), listens to classical music just a little bit
Loen - Look me in the eyes and tell me he doesnโt blast The Weeknd at max volume when heโs alone. He also probably is really into Rihannaโs songs (as he should)...and also probably is a huge fan of Dolly Parton and Carrie Underwood (Iโm sorry)
Momo - Probably grooves to the Pokemon and Yokai Watch soundtracks.
Aeon - Itโs already been confirmed heโs into rock music. Guys letโs introduce him to Twenty One Pilots and Imagine Dragons. Heโd also probably be reaaalllyy into Dreamcatcher (k-pop group that has a more rock style)
Marina - Taylor Swift stan.
Helz - Looks like heโs concentrated on a podcast, is actually blasting Opera music through his headphones.
Charmonroe - Strikes me as a musical soundtrack fan (I mean I am too)
Ai - Pop and hip-hop
Lilith - Britney Spears stan.
Ashley - R&B, listens to classical from time to time.
Joy - Doom theme.
Lolory - Classical and Opera fanatic.
Vivian - Jazz and R&B, also occasionally listens to rock music.
Qin Yi - Rock (yโall have seen the reflection iykyk) and also a musical soundtrack stan (I donโt blame him)
Yexiao - ...Iโll have to come back to this one (GUYS HELP ME OUT HERE)
Mercury - Classical music.
Vulture - If Mercury likes it, he likes it. If Mercury doesnโt like it, he doesnโt like it.
Zoey - Probably really into jazz and also listens to rock as well.
And now for the most important because I know my fellows simps are clutching their pearls until they see his name (believe me, I would be, too):
Caprico๐- Okay hear me out heโs a k-pop stan (Dreamcatcher, Mamamoo, Aespa, Sunmi, Hyolyn, ATEEZ, Stray Kids, Jessi, BiBi, Taeyeon, Chung Ha and Red Velvet are his main groups/soloists), donโt fight me when I say he listens to Melanie Martinez. He shouldย after V2C12 (IYKYK. WHY DOES VOID FIT HIM SO WELL!?). Heโs also probably reaallllyyy into Gorillaz (but is bitter because of the NFTs. Caprico saysย โnoโ to NFTs, guys. Be like Caprico and take a stand against NFTs.). I also wouldnโt be surprised if heโs jamming out to Blackbear, Gayle, Dua Lipa, Demi Lovato, XYLO, AViVA, Lady Gaga or Nicky Youre. Heโd also probably really like Lizzo, Lil Nas X and Michael Jackson (and maybe Megan Thee Stallion). I donโt make the rules. Caprico just has immaculate taste in music.
Now please lock me in Capricoโs roomba closet where I belong please and thank you.
#shining nikki#shining nikki headcanon#headcanon#headcannon#music headcan#ha we're all a bunch of nerds#shining nikki nikki#shining nikki caprico#shining nikki loen#shining nikki lilith#shining nikki zoey#shining nikki qin yi#qin yee yee on that beat#shining nikki vulture#shining nikki mercury#shining nikki yexiao#shining nikki marina#shining nikki aeon#shining nikki charmonroe#shining nikki lolory#shining nikki ashley#shining nikki vivian#shining nikki momo#miraland#miraland is a fever dream
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