An Angel Gets His Wings [h. Renjun]

an angel gets his wings [h. renjun]

5. suicidal and a sadist

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AUTHORS NOTE : saw rains in heaven live and it changed me as a person, thank you to that song for saving me.

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plot idea for jaemin: you both have photography as a hobby, and one day you bump into each other while taking photos, end up taking pictures of each other, and then exchange contacts to share the photos!

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slowly falling in love with jaemin !!

a/n: ANON UR A GENIUS AND IM LITERALLY IN LOVE WITH YOU !!!!

plz ignore that the app i use to make these kills the quality of the images >_<

i said before that i was going to make a friends to lovers jaemin one shot, and dont worry ur pretty little heads because i still plan to!! this idea was just too cute, i had to do it IMMEDIATELY!! <333

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1-800-hot-n-fun [na jaemin]

when a random number messages you because he found it written on a bathroom stall … (pt .2 exclusive)

3:03PM, working from home with neighbor!haechan, wc1027

"Noona?"

"Hmmm?"

"I want to ask you something."

You look over at Haechan to see that he isn't really focused on you. Instead, he's leaning into his dining room table lazily, his bicep flat on the surface and chin resting in his hand. He's scrolling on his computer, too, looking particularly annoyed by whatever it is he's looking at, so you refocus on your laptop in an attempt to seem just as casual.

"What's up?"

"Do remember when we ran into each other at 7-11 a few weeks after we started hanging out?"

"Um…not at all."

He closes his laptop, the sound startling you into looking back at him. He's frowning at the tabletop now, fingers drumming across the top. "Seriously?" Before you can answer, he sighs. "I always considered that a pretty defining moment in our relationship."

You half close your laptop, push it to the side, and fold your arms across the table as you give him your full attention. You have no idea what he's referring to, which would be amusing if he didn't seem so affected by it. (Also, if you weren't so distracted by the fact that he's chosen to call it a relationship instead of a friendship.)

"You were heating some noodles. And I…you'd been crying." He still doesn't look at you, but you're grateful for it. "You never said you were, and I didn't want to upset you by asking. But it was a bit obvious.

"We ate together and then walked down by the river."

Your eyes widen as the memory comes all but crashing down on you. You had been crying, and when he'd tilted his head to meet your eyes —his expression had been so sweet, eager and interested until he realized you were going through it— all you could do was hope he didn't mention it. He hadn't, thankfully. Instead, he'd softened his approach and asked if you wanted to walk home together. (Which was an insane suggestion, because you were forty-five minutes from your apartment, but you'd felt infinitely better by the time you got there.)

"I always wonder what you'd been crying about."

"Still?"

"Yeah." He does look at you now, dark eyes seeming to search inside you. "If I made you feel any better…I hope I did. I really did try to make myself seem reliable." 

You watch him sit up and flip the lid on his water bottle as you attempt to remember what had upset you.

His laugh startles you out of your head. "And noona doesn't even remember."

"I remember."

His brows raise.

"I felt really lonely," you admit, face hot at the vulnerable statement. "I'd been at work all day, had lunch with my coworkers, and gone out with friends after. But, I just…

"Felt lonely. So, yeah…I'd been crying. You spotting and talking to me was surprising. I thought you'd just been, I don't know, amusing yourself before that. That our knowing each other was more or less confined to this building.

"And during that walk…" You smile, remembering how fond you'd grown of him in a short amount of time. "You did make me feel better. We started eating together more after that, right?"

"Yeah," he smiles, too, seemingly satisfied. "It went from a maybe once a week to a definitely at least once a week…And now we're working from home together…"

You laugh as you go back to work. "How domestic of us."

He hums his acknowledgment as he gets up from his seat, and heads toward the kitchen. You hear him start to fiddle with his coffee machine as a comfortable silence settles, and you're unsurprised when he sets a cup in front of you a few minutes later.

"Noona," he murmurs, hand on the back of your seat as you look up at him. His mouth ticks at the corner when he sees your surprise, the half-smirk causes heat to pool irresponsibly in your stomach. "What time is your meeting?"

"In, uh…15 minutes."

"I've been really good, right?"

What?

"Patient, too…" His thumb brushes across your cheek, fingertips ghosting your jawline. "If it's all I'm allowed to have then it's enough."

You want to say something —literally anything—, but you're too distracted.

"Your face is so hot. And you're trembling…"

"H-Haechan."

It isn't embarrassing, but does make you nervous. The butterflies in your stomach, heart in your throat, head in the clouds type of nervous that you hadn't realized you could still feel. It forces you to swallow and blink a few times in an attempt to clear your head.

"It's okay." He leans in closer and closer and you swear you stop breathing. You swear he knows it, too, because he laughs gently and you can feel the warmth of it on your face with how close he is to you. "Take your time."

His lips brush the curve of your cheek before he pulls away and goes back to his side of the table. He sits down and opens his laptop as though he hasn't reduced you to a puddle of emotions formally known as Yn.

"Mark's gone for a few days."

It's too casual. There's no way he's suggesting what you think he is. Right?

"So it's a good weekend to binge Twilight without any shame."

You can't help the laughter that bubbles out of you, and he shoots you an amused look in response. So, so obviously pleased with himself on all fronts.

The five-minute warning on your meeting isn't as sobering as it should be. Not when you're going to spend a few too many hours with him on his couch and you want to kiss him for real. Not when the cup of coffee he made you tastes exactly how you like it. Better, even. (Because things always taste better when they're made by someone who cares about you.) 

As you join your meeting, you make sure you're on mute and ask, "Italian for dinner then?"

"Favorite place or someplace new?"

"What um…what if we made it ourselves?"

The grin he offers you shoots straight through your chest. "How domestic of us."

hiii i loved ur 1-800-hotnfun jaemin fic!! could we potentially get more bf texts with that relationship??

1-800-still hot-n-still fun [na jaemin]

a day in the life of a boy still obsessed with his girl and a girl who is still obsessed with $2 margaritas

pt. 1 & pt. 2

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pairing. jeno x reader

synopsis. based on this req <3

genre. friends to lovers au, very much situationship vibes at first, a LOT of overthinking being done >:D, honestly they're a little dumb for not realizing eo's feelings... lmk if anything was missed!

wc. 1.0k words

notes. ahhh i absolutely loved writing this TAT i really feel like jeno would be the type of person you'd be in this kind of situation with,, u are so right for this anon!! likes and feedback are highly appreciated!

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it was one of those things you never gave much thought to in the beginning—a brush of fingers as you passed jeno a drink, the occasional accidental graze of hands when you walked side by side. but lately, it was happening more often, and the frequency was something you noticed more often than not. your pinkies would always linger in each other’s proximity just a beat too long, like they were waiting for permission to stay, yet despite this, neither of you ever said anything to address it. what was there to say? you told yourself not to overthink it. jeno was your best friend, and best friends were allowed to be close. right?

but now, the subtle touches had turned into something else. you’d been holding hands, and not just in fleeting, momentary grasps, but in quiet moments where neither of you dared to pull away. it started with using little things as an excuse—safety while crossing the street, blaming the chill of the weather, sitting close enough that his hand would naturally find yours, and somehow it felt like the most natural thing in the world. 

that also meant it had become impossible to ignore. 

today, you sat across from jeno at the café you both loved, the one with the worn, wooden tables and the smell of fresh pastries that made the place feel like home. the late afternoon sun filtered through the large windows, casting a soft golden glow over everything. it should’ve been relaxing, like usual, but today there was an undercurrent of something different in the air. the conversation flowed like usual—random topics, the comfortable back and forth you both were so good at, but you kept getting distracted.

your hand rested next to jeno’s on the table, the space between them feeling charged with unspoken words. you hadn’t noticed it at first, but now every shift, every little movement, felt like a dance—as if you were both painfully aware of how close you were but too afraid to do anything about it. 

your gaze eventually flickered to the sight of your hand, coming to realize that your hands were unknowingly inching closer to each other again. jeno had large hands, littered with callouses from countless hours of playing video games at midnight. yours were much smaller and had that delicate look to it, but somehow the contrast seemed just right when they were together.

you shook yourself out of your thoughts, forcing your attention back to what jeno was saying; something about the latest hobby he picked up from his friend, photography, and how he was trying to capture the little details that people often overlooked for the past week. you tried to focus—you really did—but the weight of your own thoughts kept pulling you back.

“hey,” the sound of his voice cut through your reverie, and you blinked, startled to find him watching you. his eyes, which were usually playful, held something deeper, like he was trying to figure something out. “you okay?”

“yeah,” you replied too quickly for your liking, feeling your pulse quicken. “just... spaced out for a second.”

but jeno didn’t seem convinced. his gaze lingered on you a moment longer, then drifted down to where your hands still rested—close, but not quite touching. his lips quirked up into a small, almost nervous smile. “can i ask you something?”

“sure.” if his goal was to rub off his nervousness onto you, then he surely succeeded because you were beginning to sweat buckets on the inside, a painful anticipation bubbling within you.

he rubbed the back of his neck in that way he always did when he was about to say something serious. you’d seen that look before—before exams, before difficult conversations about the future, but this felt different. “what are we?”

“what do you mean?” you asked, your voice betraying the calm you were trying to project. you knew exactly what he meant, but hearing it out loud was something else entirely. it was the question you had been avoiding, the one you thought maybe, just maybe, would never need to be asked.

jeno's eyes searched yours, as if he were looking for the answer that neither of you had dared to say. he hesitated, his hand finally shifting closer, fingers brushing against yours so lightly it sent a shiver down your spine. “i don’t know,” he admitted softly, “but we’ve been—” he stopped, glancing down at your hands again. “we’ve been coming to cafes together, sharing bites of our meals, even holding hands in public and... it doesn’t feel like something best friends normally do anymore.”

“i noticed,” you admitted quietly, your breath catching as your thumb brushed over his without thinking.

he nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. “so… what are we doing? are we just—” he paused, searching for the right words, “—pretending this doesn’t mean anything?”

you couldn’t help but laugh softly, though it was tinged with nervousness. “i don’t know,” you whispered. “i don’t know what we are.”

your mind was racing, trying to piece together all the feelings you’d been pushing down. you’d convinced yourself that it was nothing, that you were just overthinking things. but now, looking at him, feeling the way his fingers curled around yours like he was afraid to let go, you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore.

you closed your eyes for a brief second, willing the courage to surface. “but i do know that i like you,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. “probably more than i should if you only see me as a friend.”

the weight of your words hung between you, and for a terrifying moment, you thought you’d made a mistake—that maybe you’d just ruined everything. but when you looked up, jeno wasn’t pulling away. if anything, he was leaning closer, his expression softening in a way you hadn’t expected.

“more than a friend?” he asked, his voice tinged with something between disbelief and hope.

you nodded slowly, your heart in your throat. “yeah. more than a friend.”

jeno was quiet for a long moment, his eyes never leaving yours, and when he finally spoke, his voice was gentle. “good,” he whispered, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “because i feel the same.”