[7:40 Am] Hi Angel! Jaemin Sang When You Answered His Face Call. His Bright Smile Filled The Whole Screen,

[7:40 am] “Hi angel!” Jaemin sang when you answered his face call. His bright smile filled the whole screen, while you kept yours off, as you didn’t look your most beautiful right now.

He called while you were getting ready; in your bathrobe, curlers in your hair, concealer on your face and still a little sleep in your eyes.

“Hey, why are you calling now? Isn’t it like night where you are?” You asked, continuing to get ready.

“I wanted so see you before I sleep! Turn on your camera angel!” He whined.

“Well, give me about ten minutes, and I’ll be ready,” you said, trying to blend the concealer: “I look a little funny now.”

“Angel, you’re beautiful no matter what! Now let me see that gorgeous face of yours!” He assured, getting all close to the screen.

With a sigh and slumped shoulders you turned on your camera, trying your best to smile for him. The moment he saw you, he cooed and sent an flying kiss.

“Are you making fun of me now?” You scoffed and continued getting ready, now that he’s already seen you.

“What? No! I would never make fun of my beautiful angel! Now let me just enjoy you while I fall asleep.” He smiled and stared at you with eyes full of love.

“You’re crazy Na Jaemin.” You laughed.

“Crazy about you.”

[2:28 pm]

“did someone say something to you?”

jisung was fuming. he knew you like you were the back of his hand—seeing you at the level upset as you were only infuriated him even more.

“no, no. i’ll be fine, ‘sung.” you try your best to smile at him even through the tears blurring your vision.

your boyfriend sighs, tugging you towards him as a soft sob escapes your lips.

“shh. i’m here, baby. cry it all out.”

chapped lips

pairing — na jaemin x gn!reader

tags — fluff, clingy jaemin!, established relationship, 0.4k words, unedited

"what's taking so long?" jaemin's voice comes from behind you, his face appearing next to yours on the mirror.

wordlessly, you motion to the array of skincare arranged neatly before you. jaemin frowns, his hair flopping to his forehead as he rests his chin on your shoulder. you laugh at his clingy nature, "patience, baby. i'll be done in a second."

jaemin sighs as your hand reaches for another product on the bathroom counter. he's been through this many times before and he's always reached the same conclusion; trying to get you to do your skincare faster is an argument he can never win against.

you smile fondly, recognizing his defeated expression. "i swear i'll be done soon. you wanna wait here?" you ask, twisting open your tube of lip balm.

your boyfriend shakes his head. "i'll wait outside." he reluctantly lifts his face and presses his lips to your cheek.

before he turns around and leaves, you call his name. "mm?" he hums, his eyes blinking slowly as he gets drowsier by the minute.

"your lips are really chapped," you comment. his face is back hovering above your shoulder; you know he's tempted to nuzzle into the nape in your neck and cling onto you until you're finished with your nightly skincare routine. "do you wanna use my lip balm?" you offer the tube to him.

jaemin stays quiet, pursing his lips. you turn to look at him, thinking he fell asleep standing upright with his eyes open. to your surprise, he was watching you intently instead of blanking out. you cock an eyebrow as his eyes travel down your face. "i know another way i can get my lips less dry."

you laugh at the remark, slapping his arm lightly. "go wait outside."

he stays in place, looking like a sad puppy that just got kicked outside for sleeping in your bed. you roll your eyes, knowing there's only one way to make him to stop pouting and wait patiently for you to finish your skincare routine. finally giving in to what he wants, you softly press a kiss to his lips, and you can feel the corners of his lips curling up as he smiles victoriously. "go, you big baby," you mumble when you pull away.

jaemin grins before turning around. "hurry up!" he yells before closing the door behind him, leaving you to smile to yourself at his antics.

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎 (teaser)

face your sins. free your soul.

pairing. mafiaman!jaemin x fem!reader

premise. you've known na jaemin since you were kids, and he's loved you since then. when you suddenly come back to him in an attempt to cut him off forever, he will fight tooth and nail to make sure that never happens.

genre. exes 2 lovers, mafia au, you're both criminals, mature themes (violence, blood, suggestive scenes, drinking)

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TEASER BELOW THE CUT (APPROX. 900 WORDS)

Na Jaemin was as beautiful as he was lethal. His hair, styled so perfectly effortlessly, was dyed like the dead of night (which unfortunately, or fortunately, was a very attractive color on him). He had opened the door in black slacks and a white button up rolled to his elbows, but anyone would fall to their knees at his beauty alone. His physique was chiseled to perfection, with a jawline of steel and a toned body from sleepless nights of training and martial art practice. At his collar, you could see a silver chain peeking out with the letter of your first initial hanging there—a claim. 

He tucked one hand into the pocket of his pants, posture relaxed. His eyes lazily dragged up your form from your sneakers to the crown of your head, and you suppressed the shiver that went down your spine. Your knees almost gave out from the rasp of his voice alone: "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

You got this, Yn. "Jaemin, look, I just wanted to—"

"Come inside." He stepped aside to leave room for you in the doorway, beckoning you inside with the slight incline of his head. "Unless you're afraid."

Depends what afraid means. But you knew he was baiting you, and that he wouldn't give you the time of day unless you did what he wanted. Not when you left him like you did. 

So you obliged him and stepped through the door. As soon as you crossed the threshold though, you knew you regretted it. The door locked, and suddenly, the scent of clean, warm cotton was suffocating you. It wrapped itself around you like an embrace, threatening death or affection, depending on your next moves. It held you in a vice-like grip of familiarity and memory. 

"You know the drill, Yn-ah," his sweet voice crooned, "slippers first. Then we talk." Jaemin was gone before you could protest, disappearing into the parlor to your left, no doubt to sit and wait with all the time in the world. 

It wasn't like it was two in the morning or anything.

But you were in Jaemin's turf now, and you had to play by his rules again. You replaced your sneakers with a pair of fluffy slippers with bunny ears and followed him into the parlor. 

He was pouring out a glass of amber colored liquid when you walked in. Lifting the glass toward you, Jaemin asked, "Want a drink?"

"I'm good." The smell of alcohol had slowly become unappealing to you after bartending for so long. 

Jaemin settled in one of the leather armchairs with his legs spread wide, lap inviting. He looked divine, like a king, sitting there sipping his drink. "Sit."

"I'm okay." You inhaled a breath of air. "Jaemin, I need you to butt out of my finances."

You waited for the bomb to drop, the gun to fire. Absolutely anything. But all that you were met with was silence, a heavy sense that sat atop your chest and didn't even seem to relieve you just a little bit. Jaemin stared at you, cocking his head to the side with that dark, calculating gaze of his. There were times when you wished you could predict what he was thinking, but even when the two of you were together, those times were rare. Jaemin was a reserved and closed off person, even to someone as close as you were.

You felt like a child under his stare, and you willed yourself to stand stronger, firmer. "That's all I came here to say. You're not obligated to pay for my expenses, or Kina's expenses. And I don't want you to." I don't want shit from you anymore.

"You don't seem to understand—" he started, temple resting against his fist, "—that I want to do this for you."

"We're not together anymore—"

"I know." He smiled, and it was not the sweet, crescent-eyed bunny smile he saved just for you. No, it was the snake that hid in his shadow, always primed and ready to strike. You suppressed a shudder. It looked like he still wasn't happy with you; go figure. 

You pursed your lips, arms coming up to fold across your chest. "You know why I left."

Jaemin knocked the alcohol back, then set the glass on the table. He stood with a sigh. "No, I really don't, Yn. I really don't know why you would leave this—" He gestured to the house around him, "—why you would leave home, why you would leave your family, why you would leave me." 

He stepped toward you, and when you didn't back down, he took another step forward. From here, you could see the red rimming his eyes, shining with the emotion he always kept locked away. Every ounce of it—you wished he would just share a drop with you. Jaemin had never been good at being vulnerable. 

"Help me understand," he murmured lowly to you, and his hand reached up slowly to cup the side of your face, his thumb gently caressing the flesh of your cheek. 

You swallowed. "This isn't going to help you get over me, Jaemin."

His thumb traced the line of your bottom lip, his eyes dilating at the softness of it. "I'll never get over you, Yn." You'd hardly noticed how close he had gotten to you now, but you could hardly think straight with how he was looking at you. 

"We're better as friends." You watched his expression shift slightly and noted the flare of his nostrils that would have been barely noticeable. You'd hit a nerve; yeah, you knew. Because you yourself didn't even believe those words as they spilled from your mouth. 

"Prove it." His eyes hardened into steel. "If we're better as friends, then prove it. Kiss me."

ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: aftermath | ljn

summary | you're sick—it's unavoidable, you can't be healthy all the time. unfortunately, the night before you came down with the fever, you had a massive fight with your boyfriend, who is the only person available to take care of you.

genre | a bit of angst and fluff

wc | 1.3k

a/n: i don't think i've ever had a worse parasocial relationship than my one with jeno <3 peace and love hope u enjoy

SOMETIMES, you seriously think the world is out to get you.

As you lay in bed, curled up into a ball and coughing out a lung every couple of minutes, you wonder if you did something to deserve the past 24 hours of your life. You’d felt just fine yesterday, running every errand under the sun and having a genuinely productive day up until dinner.

Jeno was a good boyfriend, and your relationship was a good one—he never missed an anniversary, you didn’t fight often at all, and you had a good understanding of boundaries between one another. Of course, that didn’t mean you’d never experience a bump in the road, you just wish it hadn’t been so inconveniently timed.

You don’t even remember what you were arguing about at this point, all you know is that it was mostly your fault, and it wasn’t too kind of an argument. It ended with Jeno storming out of your apartment and disappeared into the city, leaving you to cry your eyes out for the rest of the night. Then, you woke up this morning with a high fever and weak lungs, and—with no one else to turn to—you sent Jeno a pathetic text about your current state of being.

Despite all your misgivings, the mean words you threw and the general lack of reasoning behind your actions the night before, Jeno showed up about 15 minutes after your initial text with a bag of various medicines and the biggest bottled water you’d ever seen in your life.

Right now, he was sitting in bed next to you, using your TV to play some random game with Jaemin and Renjun. You hadn’t outright talked to him for most of the day, but you’d laid right next to him for hours, and he got you every single thing you needed.

When it was time to eat, he made you soup and insisted that you ate it. He made sure you were drinking water. He kept tissues next to you at all times, and wet towels for you to place on your forehead. He took your temperature every few hours. He cleaned up your kitchen and bent at your will whenever you needed him to.

Even though you were so, so terrible to him the day before.

Quietly, you pushed yourself up from your curled position, sitting on the edge of the bed for a sec.

“Need something?” Jeno asked, a hint of concern seeping through the flat tone he’d been trying to keep up all day. You just shook your head, slowly standing up and trying not to pass out from the sudden wave of dizziness that hit you.

“Restroom,” you croaked back, cringing at the pain in the back of your throat. Your steps were slow and uncoordinated, to the point where Jeno kept his eyes on you for the entire time you approached the doorway. Faintly, you could hear Renjun yelling at him to play the game, and Jaemin giggling about it at the same time.

Once you made it out into the hall, you just about burst into tears. This was seriously the worst day you’d ever lived in your life—your head hurt, hell, your whole body hurt, you couldn’t go five minutes without coughing up a storm, you felt nauseous and dizzy and overwhelmed by the sickness your body was fighting. On top of that, your boyfriend was practically ignoring you, even if he was tending to your every need.

You took your final steps into the bathroom, flicking on the light and quietly closing the door behind you. Now feeling too weak to keep standing, you slid down the wall adjacent to the sink, shoving your face into your hands. You allowed the tears to flow, crying over how you felt, how awful the last day had been, and how guilty you felt towards your beloved boyfriend. All you wanted was a hug and reassurance that you’d be better soon, but all you got was cold stares and detached care, all of which was your fault.

If you had the energy, the voice to apologize, you would’ve ages ago, but with the knives in your throat, you could barely utter more than one word at once.

A sob escaped your throat, the pain ricocheting down your neck, and it only made you cry harder. You wanted to disappear yourself and never come back out if it meant you could just stop feeling like this.

Of course, Jeno knew you better than anyone else. He could always tell when something was wrong, and he always knew when to leave you alone or when to offer his help. Three knocks resounded on the bathroom door, rhythmic and slow, informing you of Jeno’s presence.

“Can I come in?” he asked, finally losing the monotony he’d carried throughout the day. Unsure of what you wanted at that moment, you just knocked on the door back, mimicking him. He took that as a yes, opening the door just a crack and slipping through it.

Wallowing in your self-pity, you brought your knees up to your chest and kept your eyes trained on the floor. You’d rather die than look at him right now.

Jeno sat down on the floor across from you with his back pressed up against the cabinets under your sink. For a moment, both of you sat there in silence, waiting for one or the other to fill the quiet void.

“Why are you crying?”

If you’d been in better spirits, the easy response would’ve been “why do you think?” but the thought of angering him more made you feel even sicker than before.

“I’m sorry,” you managed to croak out, trying to suppress the oncoming wave of tears you felt bunching at your eyes. If you cried any harder, you would’ve coughed a bit more than your lungs out.

Jeno let out a quiet scoff, making your stomach drop to the floor. This was the part where he broke up with you, or something, telling you to get a friend to come to take care of you. He’d take all of his stuff out of your apartment, from his extra gaming laptop to all of his workout stuff, and leave without a trace, leaving you on the bathroom floor.

“Come here,” he muttered, gently grabbing your wrist and tugging at your arm, waiting for you to comply. You didn't budge, but he just kept tugging, quietly nagging for you to listen. Slowly, you gave in to his request, pushing yourself across the floor and moving to sit next to him. “Not what I meant.”

With a quick pull, Jeno had you sitting up against him, arms draped around your waist and his head on top of yours. “I’m not mad right now. You don’t need more stress.”

There were a few more beats of silence, and, when Jeno confirmed to himself that you weren’t going to talk, he continued. “We were mean to each other last night. You weren’t the only offender—I started the whole thing. If anyone should apologize, it’s me. Especially for how I’ve treated you since this morning. I’m sorry.”

“You took care of me, though.”

“It doesn’t matter what I did, I wasn’t nice about it. Okay? Now everything is settled, and it’s all back to normal, and you can stop feeling worse than you need to.” Jeno leaned down and placed a kiss on your neck, squeezing your waist in the process. “We can watch a movie or something. And, when you feel better, we can talk about things if you want. But for now, rest up, and let me take care of you more."

thank you for reading! <3

stay with me | lee jeno

PAIRING: lee jeno x gn!reader

SUMMARY: in which you drunkenly call your best friend

GENRE: fluff, best friends to lovers

WARNINGS: none, it’s literally just fluff

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

a/n: a little cringy tbh, but hope you enjoy!!

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