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Na Jaemin

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Touch Me Now (M)

— pairing: na jaemin & fem!reader

— genre/tropes: fluff; smut; angst; friends to lovers; slight college au; established relationship au; hidden feelings; slight toxic relationship; a lot of denial; slow burn

— word count: 13.5k (it feels longer omg)

— summary: being best friends with a guy is great. well, that is until all your other friends say that the two of you are completely and utterly in love with each other, though you both beg to differ. it's not an easy game denying accused feelings... even when your boyfriend is starting to believe what's being said.

— warnings: reader is in a toxic relationship; alcohol consumption; yeonjun isn’t nice im sorry txt fans; 18+ content/sexually explicit content

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— author’s note: holy hell i’ve finally finished it !!! i’m so happy to now have this posted you don’t understand. also i’m very sorry for the long wait you guys have had to endure, i’ve gone through some life chsnges and didn’t have enough time to get this done in the time i wanted to. thank you for being patient and you can now finally read it eeeekkk !!!

NOT ALL BEST FRIENDS WILL BELIEVE YOU WHEN YOU SAY YOU DON'T LIKE YOUR GUY BEST FRIEND, EVEN IF YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND TO PROVE THEM WRONG.

You run a hand down your face in exasperation. You figured that no matter how many times you’ve said the same words over and over again, your friends won’t ever be convinced— you showcase little to no confidence when you speak the so-called ‘truth’.

“Y/N,” Hinjae sighs, her face looking bored and over the conversation. “I really don’t know why you’re staying with that jerk you call a boyfriend, when it’s so obvious that you’re deeply in love with Jaemin. It just doesn’t make any sense!”

“I’m not ‘deeply in love’ with Jaemin.” You counteract, fed up of having the same conversation over and over again when you’ve clearly stated that he’s just a friend and that’s all he’ll ever be to you. Plus, you’re dating someone else; a boy you’ve had a crush on since school, and now that you’re in college, you’re finally able to date the person who had your heart for so many years.

“Please,” Juwon snorts and you snap your head to glare at her. “Don’t give me that look. We all can see that you like him, you might not be in love with him as Hinjae says, but there are some romantic feelings for him that you can’t deny.”

You shake your head. “That’s where you’re wrong, my dear friend. I have no romantic feelings for him. At. All.”

“What does your mum have to say about this?” Hinjae asks, a nail file dragging along her fingertips as she tries to give herself a manicure— but with the way she attacks her nails, no one can even be sure it’s a manicure she’s trying to attempt.

“What do you mean? There’s nothing for her to say.” You cross your legs on your bed, staring at Hinjae’s nails as you do so.

Hinjae quirks a brow up at you as she glances up from her hand, “Come on, she definitely has something to say about your boyfriend. There’s no way in hell she’s kept quiet about everything that goes on with you two… unless you haven’t told her anything!?”

Juwon moves down the bed to sit next to you, nudging your arm with her elbow when you don’t answer. “Y/N, seriously? You haven’t told your mum that you’re dating? How in the hell have you kept it a secret? Has she really not sussed anything out? You must’ve had him in your house, surely?”

You cross your arms, slouching forward to get comfy, but Juwon pokes your back and you sit up straight again, fixing your posture— Juwon tends to have a habit of poking people in their backs to fix their posture, she hates others complaining about back aches when it’s clearly their fault.

“I don’t see why I have to tell her. It’s not like she tells me anything about her life, or the many men she says she’s dating.” You roll your eyes, already bothered by the fact your mother was brought up in the conversation.

Hinjae sighs, “You’ve got to tell her at one point.” She places down the nail file and turns her full attention to you and Juwon sitting on your bed. “Who knows when Yeonjun will break your heart and your mum has no idea why you’re constantly crying and eating a shit tonne of ice cream.”

You shake your head, “He won’t break my heart. He’s not the kind of guy to do that, he’s really sweet.”

Juwon fake gags. You look at her with a confused look, brows furrowed together in question. “You’ve got to be kidding me, right? ‘He’s really sweet’, my fucking flat ass. No way in mother fucking hell is that boy really sweet, nuh uh, not buying it. Sorry, Y/N, I will never find him sweet.”

You watch her scoot off the bed, storming over to your bedroom door and swinging it open. “Do you know who actually is a really sweet guy…? Na Jaemin, yeah, that’s right. Na Jaemin is one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met in my entire life, and I’m not joking!”

“Well, yeah, Jaemin is sweet, but I don’t fancy him. I don’t know how many times you want me to say it for you to believe me.” You sound exasperated. You just want your two best friends to believe you when it comes down to who you like. For crying out loud, you have a boyfriend! If having a boyfriend isn’t obvious as to who you have feelings for, then you have no idea what they’re expecting from you.

Juwon throws her head back with a groan, “Y/N, it’s not that we don’t believe you, it’s… it’s— fuck! Hinjae, explain, please.”

“I have no idea what you’re trying to say,” Hinjae tilts her head in confusion, but nonetheless, she continues speaking. “But, Juwon is right— it’s not that we don’t believe you, I think it’s more the fact that you’re in a bad relationship and you just don’t see it. We love you so much, and we really hate seeing you get put through so much hassle because of a boy who doesn’t care for anyone but himself.”

You look between Hinjae and Juwon. Juwon is nodding her head in agreement, “Yeah, what she said.”

“You guys don’t know anything about my relationship with Yeonjun. All you two seem to point out is our flaws, every relationship has flaws! And don’t get me started on how you aren’t supportive of the relationship.” You slap your hands against the duvet as you lean back on your hands. “I’m honestly tired of having to repeat myself over and over again— I’m dating Yeonjun, I love him, not Jaemin. You need to get Yeonjun’s name out of your mouths, understand?”

Hinjae throws up her hands in hopelessness, whereas Juwon storms out of your bedroom, muttering under her breath along the way.

You roll your eyes and hop off your bed, grabbing Hinjae’s wrist and dragging her out of your bedroom with you, on your way to find where Juwon went.

Your first guess was the kitchen— she likes to eat whenever she’s angry or annoyed; you’ve come to learn that it helps her collect her thoughts. Sometimes it helps, but the majority of the time she’ll end up getting more annoyed as she doesn’t want to put on weight. She tends to get angry very often, so her way of calming herself down isn’t very wise.

“Jeez, either slow down or let go of my wrist. I’m not a dog.” Hinjae complains, tugging her wrist out of your grip.

You turn around and shoot her a glare. “She wouldn’t be annoyed if it wasn’t for you bringing up my relationship again.”

“Excuse me?” Hinjae scoffs, arms folding across her chest as her face screws up into annoyance. “I didn’t bring anything up, and even if I did, you could’ve said something to change the subject, but did you? No, you didn’t. You can’t get mad at me for something I have no control over— anyway, it was you that made her annoyed with what you said.”

“What? I didn’t even say anything bad.”

“Oh, really?” Hinjae leans on one foot. “So, it wasn’t you who said that we always point out the bad things about your relationship, or how we don’t support you, or how we need to leave you alone about Yeonjun?”

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

“Yeah, exactly.” Hinjae rolls her eyes. “I’m not gonna argue with you, we have bigger problems right now. Where in the fuck did she go?” She storms over to the kitchen and looks inside, finding nothing but an empty room.

“Is she in there?” You ask, moving to stand behind Hinjae. She shakes her head and you frown. “But she always goes to the kitchen, where is she—“

“Y/N!” Juwon screams at the top of her voice, suddenly emerging from around the corner. You both spin to watch her storm over to you, a big photo album in her hands. You glance down to what she’s holding and you tilt your head, wondering why she’s even got that, and where in the hell she went looking for something like that. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”

You make eye contact with her, “Sorry.”

Juwon takes a deep breath, controlling her anger in a new way… interesting. “This,” she holds out the photo album for you to take. “This is an album of photos, memories, keepsakes, you name it! Me and Hinjae have been gathering a bunch of shit together for you and Yeonjun’s anniversary this week. Never, and I mean never, tell me that I don’t support you, because that fucking hurts, okay?”

Hinjae watches you flick through the album, your lips curling up at the sides into a small smile.

“…okay, Y/N?”

“Huh— oh, yeah, okay…” You close the album and put it on the dining table. “I’m sorry for being harsh, I’m just fed up with having others say shit about my relationship with Yeonjun. I love him, and he loves me, and it’s getting annoying when you guys say that I like Jaemin, or how awful Yeonjun treats me… you’ve got to see where I’m coming from, right?”

“Actually—“

“We do,” Hinjae interrupts Juwon and shoots her a glare. “We do, but we just hate seeing you upset over something Yeonjun does or says… we’re your best friends, and we care so much about you.”

“And I appreciate you guys looking out for me, but I’m fine. Yeonjun and I are going strong, things are going well.” You give them a smile; but to them, your smile didn’t seem sincere, but nonetheless, they didn’t say anything to point it out. “And thank you for the photo album, it’s wonderful.”

Juwon beams a bright smile, a big contrast to how she was mere seconds ago. “It was mainly my idea, but Hinjae insisted on being involved, so I had no choice but to include her.”

“I beg your pardon?” Hinjae kicks Juwon in the shin, causing her to retaliate with a slap on the head. “Fuck off, why’d you hit me?!”

“Seriously? Are you really asking me why I hit you when you kicked me first?” Juwon put her hands on her hips and leaned to one side— she was ready to argue, and she never backed down. You were watching the two, trying to not giggle at their childish antics, but you seemingly failed when a rather loud giggle came from you.

“Sorry! You two are funny when you fight,” you cover your mouth to try and stop yourself from laughing. Just as you were about to let another giggle out, Juwon snatches the photo album from the table and runs down the corridor. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” You shout out after her. “What is she doing?”

Hinjae shrugs, “Probably hiding it again.”

“She hid it? …in my house?” You stare at the floor in confusion. Why would she hide a present for you in your own house? Actually, it’s probably best not to question Juwon’s ways of gift giving, no matter how peculiar they may seem.

Hinjae shakes her head, “Don’t ask me, I’m not the one hiding stuff.” She moves past you and walks into the living room, flopping herself down onto the sofa, a cushion that your mother spent a lot of money on getting squished. “Do you have anything planned for tonight? Me and Juwon were thinking of meeting the others for some food… but if you’re meeting Yeonjun tonight, then it’s fine.”

You frown at her words. Did she always think that you had plans with your boyfriend? “I’m free, but for future reference, if I did have plans with him, I’d cancel them just to stay with you.”

She nudges your shoulder when you go to sit down next to her, “Not you simping for me.”

“Shut up.” You laugh, nudging her back. “Oh, you’re back, are you?” You look up when you notice Juwon walking in and dropping herself onto your lap, her legs curled up on the little space left on the sofa. “Why are you hiding things in my house? You do realise that I could easily find it?”

Juwon snorts, “As if you’re smart enough to find my hiding spaces.”

You whack her on the back of her head, a tut leaving your lips along with Juwon's body. "Why'd you hit me?" She pouts deeply at you.

You cherish how she never hits you back whenever you initiate the first smack— but when it comes to Hinjae smacking first, there's no doubt in her mind she's smacking back, hence their little blip from earlier.

You shoot her a smile, "Just because."

"Y/N's coming with us tonight." Hinjae speaks up, stopping Juwon from fake crying so you would apologise to her from the guilt she would make you feel. Juwon was a funny friend— you never knew which side of her you'd get to see each day. It was like being friends with an advent calendar, you get surprised everyday with something new.

Juwon moves to sit on the floor since there wasn't enough space for her to squish herself on the sofa. She places her chin on your knee, staring lovingly up at you, "Really? You're coming with us tonight?"

You nod your head.

"Fucking finally! You haven't been out with us in so long, I was starting to think your social battery was forever expired." Juwon blabs whatever first comes to mind, and honestly, you're surprised no one has actually started a fight with her because of it. She tends to... run her mouth.

You go to smack the back of her head again, but luckily for her she quickly moves out of the way and sticks her tongue out at her.

"Okay, you two, enough." Hinjae throws her legs across your lap to separate you from each other. It wasn't much, but it seemed to do the job. "And yes, she's coming out with us after a while, but you didn't have to bring social battery into things. Not everyone can cope with being around you 24/7, y'know?"

Juwon clutches her heart through her shirt, "Ouch."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Hinjae waves her hand dismissively. "We're going round Jaemin's place at like... uh, eight or something? I don't know what time he actually said, but around then. Is that cool with you?"

Juwon nods her head, but you knew that Hinjae was primarily speaking to you. "Yeah, that's cool with me." You give her a smile. "That gives us like, two hours or so, wanna watch a film?"

"As long as you don't put on Pirates of the Caribbean again, I'll watch a film." Hinjae sternly says, a finger pointing in your direction.

You throw your hands up, "Alright, but I'm not letting either of you choose, I hate every film you guys put on, they're always so boring."

"Excuse me?" Juwon scoffs, "Since when is Dirty Dancing boring?"

"Since I said so." You smugly smile at her before throwing a pillow at her face, a laugh coming from you and Hinjae causing Juwon to scream.

"I hate you."

“Holy shit! It’s Y/N fucking L/N!” Haechan cheers, raising a beer bottle up in your direction to greet you.

You shake your head with a laugh, walking over and greeting him back by taking a swig from his beer bottle. “Long time no see. How are things? How’s your girlfriend?”

Haechan rolls his eyes, “Do we really need to talk about girlfriends right now? Just sit down.” He pats the empty space next to him, which you gladly take, perching yourself down next to the cuddly bear of the group— which no one but himself came up with. “I’ve had enough of people talking about my relationship. It’s nothing to do with them!”

You lean back and watch him down the rest of his beer. “What’s up with him?”

“Girl problems.” Jaemin answers, slotting himself next to you on the couch even though there wasn’t much room for him in the first place.

“I mean, when is he not having girl problems?” You giggle, scooting closer to Haechan to allow Jaemin to sit next to you on the end of the sofa.

When Jaemin sits down, he casually places a hand on your thigh. He’s always done this, but for some reason tonight, it feels completely different than to all the other times before. You couldn’t put your finger on it, nor could you say whether it was a bad or good difference.

Jaemin took notice of you spacing out, “You okay?” He nudges your shoulder with his own, pulling you out from your thoughts.

“Huh— oh, yeah, I’m okay. Just went off with the fairies for a second,” you look him in the eyes and give him a soft and reassuring smile. How could your friends say that you were in love with him? Do they not realise how weird it would be for you two to date?

You’ve known each other since the beginning of school, and now you’re in the same college. It was neither of your intentions to end up going to the same college, but from the majors you both took— which go hand in hand— the two of you kept getting closer and closer. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but your own from how close the two of you are.

When you got together with Yeonjun, he stated how he didn’t like how Jaemin was behaving with you; acting like he was your boyfriend when clearly, you weren’t dating him. You should’ve distanced yourself from him when Yeonjun first said something, but there was something inside you telling you how much of a bad idea that would be.

So, here you are, with Jaemin as one of your closest friends with his hand on your thigh… rather high up must you add.

“What are you thinking about?” Jaemin questions, eyes squinting as he looks at you.

You shake your head, “I’m not thinking about anything, my head is empty.”

Jaemin laughs and grabs either side of your head, pretending to shake it and see if he can listen for anything rattling around in there. “Yep. There’s nothing in there.”

“Hey!” You shove his chest and laugh, “That was mean.”

Without the two of you knowing, everyone in the room was watching you two and seeing how easily you both got along and flirted. No one would dare to point out that you’re flirting with each other, they knew it’d cause a massive argument and rift, so they just had to keep it all to themselves, no matter how hard it was for them to stay quiet.

With you being in denial and not accepting that you do have some feelings for Jaemin, it was pretty obvious that he has them for you.

In another universe, the two of you would be happily married with kids. There’s not a doubt in anyone’s mind that that isn’t true— and Hinjae majors in Astronomy and Cosmology, so she would know.

“I don’t get why neither of them just confesses,” Juwon mumbles to Hinjae as she links her arm with her best friend. “It’s so painfully obvious that they like each other. But our darling Y/N is dating that prick of a guy with the rank name, Yeonjun. I want them to break up— and I know how horrible that sounds— but Y/N deserves so much better than what she has… Jaemin is what she deserves, he’s literally the best thing that she has.”

“Apart from us, obviously.” Hinjae adds.

Juwon scoffs, “Well, duh, obviously.”

“But don’t forget, we’re her best friends and we can’t be scheming some awful plan to break them up. It wouldn’t be fair on her, nor would it be very nice of us.” Hinjae sinks lower into the sofa across the room from you and Jaemin, her eyes still watching the two of you converse about something that has you laughing and smiling like a lovestruck idiot.

“Who said anything about scheming up a plan?” Juwon turns her head to look at Hinjae, an eyebrow raised in suspicion. “What were you even thinking of doing?”

Hinjae gasps, “I wasn’t thinking of doing anything! I was only saying it— there’s no meaning behind it.”

“Mhm, sure.” Juwon squints her eyes before turning back to watch you. Her eyes drifted to Haechan who was squished at the end of the sofa, he looked uncomfortable with the atmosphere you and Jaemin had created and she wanted to burst out laughing.

“Okay, enough!” Haechan blurted out and jumped from the sofa. He spun around to glare down at you and Jaemin looking rather cosy next to each other. “You two,” he wags a finger at you both, “Need to get a grip and confess before one of us here explodes from how long you’re taking to do it, or… or you don’t flirt when we’re around. It’s driving me insane not being able to say something— do something about it!”

You blink up at Haechan with your mouth agape, completely shocked that he said such a thing.

"Okay, what?" Jaemin furrows his brows. "Why would I flirt with Y/N? She's my best friend, and has a boyfriend. I wouldn't do that to her."

"Also, might I just add," you pipe up after you come to your senses. "You have no right to comment on us when you're having relationship issues yourself! Me and Jaemin are friends, and that's all we'll ever be, so stop saying stupid shit about who we like or are flirting with. It's getting super annoying now." You look up at Haechan with a deadpan expression, completely ignoring Jaemin beside you and missing the solemn look on his face when you said you'll only be friends and nothing more.

If that wasn't a dead giveaway as to how he feels about you, then fuck, you're wasting your time.

Haechan shoves his middle finger in your face before trudging out of the living room. You sigh and lean back against the back of the sofa, your eyes closing briefly before you are disturbed by Jaemin getting up from the sofa and following Haechan out of the room.

You watch him leave and you sigh again. You weren’t really sure what to make of the situation. You wanted to scream and shout and tell everyone to mind their own fucking business, but you also wanted to see their point of view, and why in the hell they were so adamant that you two liked each other. You wanted to see what they were seeing.

"Why'd Jaemin walk out?" Hinjae asks as she moves across the room to sit with you, Juwon rolling her eyes after being ditched- but nonetheless she moved and sat down on the floor in front of you, her arms hugging your legs.

You shrugged, "Your guess is as good as mine."

"I reckon it's 'cause you said that Jaemin would only ever be your friend," Juwon looked up at you innocently, but you knew where she was heading with this. "And since he has feelings for you, it hurts him and now he's dying inside knowing that he'll only be your friend." She fake pouts and you near enough give into the urge of kneeing her in the face.

"Please," you scoff, unamused with her words. "He doesn't like me, we're too good of friends to ruin what we have by a silly crush, or whatever. I'm done talking about it, I'm gonna go find him."

"Y/N..." Hinjae starts, but you shake your head.

"Nope. I'm seriously done with ever talking about this ever again. I don't know how many times you need me to tell you that we don't like each other like that. I have a fucking boyfriend, for fucks sake, and yet you still think I'm in love with one of my best friends." You shove Juwon's hands off your legs so you could stand up.

She grunts in annoyance, "That was rude."

"No, it wasn't." You start walking off before turning on your heels to look at your two best friends. "You wanna know what is rude? The fact you two disrespect my relationship with Yeonjun with this dumb fuck of a joke. No more, I mean it." And with that, you leave the room with your heart in your throat. How could your friends even think that you'd like Jaemin? It feels all too repetitive. You need to clear the air with Jaemin and put a stop to these accusations.

"Well," Jeno voices out for the first time that night- no one would lie, they low-key forgot he was in the room, he was so quiet observing everything around him. "That could have gone a lot better if Haechan and Juwon didn't open their mouths."

Juwon snaps her head to Jeno, a scowl on her face. "If Haechan didn't say anything in the first place, then Y/N wouldn't be annoyed at me."

Hinjae laughs, "As if this is the first time you've said something about them two. You literally were going on about it at her house."

"So were you. Don't act like you don't say shit, because you do." Juwon retaliates, her arms crossing over her chest.

"I never said I didn't. I'm only pointing out your shitty behaviour to our precious Y/N." Hinjae picks her feet up from the floor to sit cross-legged on the sofa, her elbows resting on her knees. "We've both, well, all been shitty towards her. Maybe she's right. Maybe we do have to drop the subject and start believing her, it's the least we can do to make it up to her from all the times we've commented about it."

Juwon shakes her head. "Nope. I'm not going to just drop this all like that. It's so obvious they like each other, and no amount of lying and shouting will make me think otherwise. I know you think the same, so don't say you don't."

"Juwon, come on, it's not fair on her." Hinjae sighs. "I know I'm not a saint in this, I know that, but we've got to listen to her when she says it's enough."

"Yeonjun doesn't deserve her, she's too good for him, she always has been and always will." Juwon's voice comes out soft and caring. "I just want her to be truly happy... and I think Jaemin can do that."

Hinjae runs her fingers through her hair and glances up at the door to see a figure standing there. "What are you doing back in here? You finally calmed down from your outburst?"

"Ha ha, very funny," Haechan rolls his eyes and flops down next to Jeno. "Y/N kicked me out of the kitchen. She wants to speak to Jaemin in private."

"Are they in there now?" Jeno asks.

Haechan looks at him as if he's the dumbest person in the world. "Obviously. Did you not hear what I just said?"

You could hear the others voices echoing down the corridor, but you couldn't make out what was being said. That was probably for the best. You don't think you could argue with anyone right now, you weren't in the mood to ruin your night anymore.

"You wanted to talk?" Jaemin leans an elbow against the countertop, his eyes searching your face to see if anything was wrong, and from how stressed out you looked, something was wrong.

"Uh, yeah," you clear your throat and move to sit on a stool by the kitchen island. "Um, I'm not too sure how to word this, let alone say it to you..."

Jaemin senses your nerves, "It's okay, take your time. I'm not going anywhere."

Your heart swells. See? He was such a good best friend. Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

"Um... I don't know if the boys have said anything to do, but Hinjae and Juwon won't stop going on about the two of us having feelings for each other." You feel weird as you finally voice what's been going on, but nonetheless, you keep going. "I know how crazy it sounds— we're literally best friends, so I'm sorry if speaking about this makes you uncomfortable, but I just need to get this off my chest before I go berserk and Yeonjun thinks I've gone insane."

Jaemin stands up straight, shoving his hands in the pockets of his joggers. "Yeah, um, the boys have said something along the lines of that..."

"Really? Ugh, fuck." You drop your head and groan. You can't believe how out of proportion this has gotten. It only started as a small comment by Juwon, but ever since then, it's turned into something your whole friend group talks about.

"Y/N," the way Jaemin says your name causes you to raise your head. You meet his eyes and you take notice of how soft and apologetic they look— it makes your stomach churn, but his gaze doesn't falter. "I have a feeling I know why they've been saying we like each other.."

"Can you believe we've been together for two years now?" You goofy smiled as Yeonjun led you to his bedroom. You wanted to be a little upset that you're spending your anniversary at his college dorm, but you were just happy that he made enough free time in his schedule to allow you to come over.

Hinjae and Juwon said that was the "Bare-fucking-minimum", but your excuse was that he was just busy and wasn't allowed much free time as he always needs to be at baseball practice or his coach will kill him.

Yeonjun jumps on his gaming chair and immediately turns on his PC. You roll your eyes playfully, knowing that he doesn't get much time to play on it. "Wow, I can't believe you're choosing your games over your own girlfriend."

"What?" He spins around in his chair, watching you fiddle with the string on your— his— hoodie, a not so pleasant look on his face. "Don't start with the annoying girlfriend shit tonight, I'm not in the mood to argue."

"Huh— what are you on about? I was just joking, I wasn't being serious." You try and play it off light-hearted, not wanting to put a downer on the night you want to remember. "So... do you have anything else planned for tonight? Like, uh, a special dinner? Or a movie marathon?"

You wait for Yeonjun to respond, but he doesn't. He just shoves on his headset and starts up a game with some of his friends.

You sigh and flop down on his bed, pulling your phone out and scrolling through whatever social media app has any updates for you. Not much was happening on the apps, so you decided to message your group chat.

You: what's everyone doing

Hinjae: we’re studying. why are you on your phone? shouldn't you be on a date rn?????

Juwon: do u rlly believe yeonjun would take her on a date cos i dont

Haechan: stop messaging here and go fuck yj or sumn

You: who said u could talk???

You: n e wayssss we're just chillin at his dorm. hes on his pc playing a game with some friends so im just like,,,,, chilling

Juwon: of course

Juwon: thats so fucking typical of him

Hinjae: juwon what did i say the other night

Juwon: idc im entitled to my own opinion

Hinjae: not rn you arent

Jaemin: whats going on?? is everything okay?? is y/n okay....

You: im fine. gtg

As soon as you saw Jaemin had messaged in the group chat, you rolled your eyes and turned your phone off.

You wanted to forgive and forget what he said the other night, but you just couldn't. Your friends have been relentless with claiming you like each other, all to find out that it was Jaemin who had started the whole fiasco. He was the one who told Jeno that he's starting to gain feelings for you, and that you may like him back but he wasn't too sure. And of course, Haechan was being a little earworm and snitched to Juwon and Hinjae about what he had heard— so ever since then, you've been trying to deny everything and keep it a secret from Yeonjun. You have no idea how he would react.

“The game crashed. Are you hungry?” Yeonjun stood from his gaming chair and headed towards his bedroom door. “Are you getting up, or what?”

“Huh— oh, sorry.” You apologised and scooted off his bed, following behind him until you were in the kitchen. For some reason, you felt out of place being here. You don’t know why it suddenly feels weird being at his dorm, you’ve been here plenty of times and have felt comfortable. But today, was different.

You felt strange when you first walked in, but you brushed it off and thought nothing of it. You shook your head and silently scolded yourself for even thinking you didn’t belong in your own boyfriends dorm. Maybe eating would help— after all, you were starving.

“What are we having for food?” You stood in the corner of the kitchen as you watched Yeonjun type something on his phone and then rummage around the cabinets. “I know it’s our anniversary, but I’m not opposed to ordering food in. Only as long as it’s something I enjoy, too. I’m not eating that weird jelly shit you ordered last time, that was horrible.” You shake your head in disgust at the memory.

“There’s some ramen packets in the cupboard,” he pulls out two ramen packets and hands them to you. “Make ‘em for us.”

“What?” You scoff, shoving them back at him. Normally, you would’ve just gotten on with what he wants you to do; you wanted to be a good girlfriend for him. “Why do I have to make it? Why can’t we order something nice in, or go out for a nice meal. It’s our anniversary.”

Yeonjun groans and shuts the cupboard with a slam. “I don’t care what day or occasion it is, Y/N. Just make the ramen and be quiet.”

You blink. You weren’t really sure how to respond to that. You knew that he wasn’t a massive fan of doing anything celebratory, but that doesn’t give him the right to be rude and disrespectful on a day you want to cherish. Maybe the others were right. Maybe you do deserve to be treated better.

“Yeonjun, I’m not making ramen.”

“Then starve for all I care, I’m having it.” He rips open a singular packet and begins doing whatever needs to be done. You just stand in the corner watching him with squinted eyes.

Your brain racks for any reasonable excuse as to why he’s behaving like a complete dick; but nothing comes up. You’ve always known that Yeonjun is temperamental, even his friends had warned you about it, but you never cared. You’ve liked him for so long, and now that you’re actually dating him, you don’t want to see the bad in him… but that wall is starting to break, and you’re seeing all the ugly you should’ve seen ages ago.

"Are you seriously copping a strop because you didn't wanna make ramen?" Yeonjun turns his head to look at you, one of his hands stirring the ramen absentmindedly.

You inhale deeply and slowly release your breath, calming yourself as you didn't want to make a scene. "I'm not stropping, Yeonjun. I'm just upset, and it has nothing to do with the ramen."

"Seems to me like it's about ramen." He shrugs.

"It's not about the damn ramen!" Okay, out the window goes the idea of staying calm. "It's our fucking two year anniversary and we're at your dorm doing what, exactly? Nothing. We're doing nothing! You're on your stupid PC and I'm waiting for you to say something sweet and loving, just literally anything to make me feel as if our relationship isn't a waste."

Yeonjun nods his head and hums, "Okay, cool. So... you're clearly on your period and going through some personal shit right now. Happy anniversary and that, but you should probably go home and sleep off your mood, I don't want your negative nelly ass near me."

Your jaw dropped open, "I beg your pardon? How— how can you say that to me?"

"What? It's the truth, is it not?" Yeonjun shrugs his shoulders again and focuses his attention back on his cooking ramen. "It's probably something to do with that friend, Jaemin, you have... I wouldn't be surprised anyway."

"I can't believe this is happening." You shake your head in disbelief. "Whenever you think I have a problem it always results in you blaming Jaemin. He has nothing to do with this."

"Oh, yeah?" Yeonjun throws the spoon in his hand onto the counter with a loud clang. "Is that why you're wearing his hoodie then? If Jaemin has nothing to do with this, then why are you wearing his fucking clothes, huh? Are you being a little whore and fucking him behind my back? Are you enjoying toying with his feelings whilst you lay in my bed? Jaemin has everything to do with your shitty attitude tonight."

“I’m leaving.”

“I don’t really care,” Yeonjun turns his back to you. “I know you’ll come back to me when you’ve realised you’re in the wrong. Get home safely.”

You could practically hear the sarcasm dripping off his voice. You weren’t going to say anything back— you shoved your shoes on and slammed the door behind you. God, why did he have to be such an utter jerk? Hinjae was right; he is going to break your heart one day.

You pressed your back against his dorm's front door, a deep sigh escaping your lips as you wondered what in the hell your relationship meant to Yeonjun? You’ve never seen this side to him until now; it didn’t make any sense to you. You wanted to understand his mind, you wanted to see what he saw in you, you wanted to believe that you meant something to him… you wanted to believe that he actually loved you.

You shake your head, ridding your horrible thoughts. He wouldn’t be with you if he didn’t love you, right? Right?

“Enough, Y/N.” You scold yourself as you push yourself off the door and head out of the building. Your house wasn’t too far from the college campus, so you decided to take a nice walk home to clear your head. Yeah, what a nice walk this is. Not. All you can think about was the things Yeonjun had said to you. They were constantly playing over and over again in your head, that you weren't focused on where you were walking, until a hand dragged you back on to the path before you ended up flat on the road.

"Jesus, Y/N, watch where you're going would you?" Haechan's voice sounds in your ears. You looked up at him with a frightened face. He shook his head at you in disappointment, but his hand never left your arm until he knew you were okay. "What do you think you're doing? You're going to get yourself killed."

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. You were a little shocked at your current circumstance— it didn't feel real. You were hoping this was some crazy daydreaming vision, and that you're actually snuggled up next to your boyfriend in his bed watching a romantic film... but each time you blink, the more you come to your senses and realise you weren't daydreaming at all.

"Sorry... I wasn't paying attention," you let out a shaky breath and Haechan let go of your arm; his hand now on the small of your back as he guided you down the street.

"You're lucky I was there, you could've been flattened on the road, Y/N." He scolds you again. It seems like he's not going to let this go. "I'm not letting this go, you know that, right?" Can he read minds?

You sigh and nod your head, "Yep... but can we not tell anyone? Especially Hinjae and Juwon; they'll kill me for nearly getting killed. They've given me countless lectures on being 'road safe', and I'm pretty sure I'll get another lecture if they find out." You stop and look up at him with pleading eyes. "I know this isn't really worth begging over, but can you not tell them? Or anyone? They may blame it on what happened the other night..."

"Ah, I see," Haechan nods his head. "You don't want them to think you were gonna walk into a road full of cars because of what Jaemin had told you. It's fine, I get it. My lips are sealed. But don't think I'm forgetting this, okay?"

You go to kick him in the shin but he dodges with a chuckle. "I'm messing with you. Of course, I won't tell anyone... no matter the reason why." He gives you a funny side glance and you roll your eyes.

Today really wasn't panning out to what you had expected. It's your two year anniversary, and here you are walking down the street with Haechan after he just saved your life. It's definitely one for the books.

You couldn’t help but think back to the argument with Yeonjun— well, could you even call it an argument? It was more him having a go at you, well, not having a go per say, but like… you didn’t know how to word it. You wanted to classify it as an argument, but whoever you tell it to, they’ll say that it wasn’t. All you can do is try and forget what happened and not dwell on it… easier said than done.

“Hey, aren’t you meant to be fucking Yeonjun right now?” Haechan blurts out, not thinking before he speaks yet again.

You hold your breath— is it worth lying? Probably not.

“Um, we had a bit of a disagreement.” You give him a tight lipped smile as you fell instep with each other. You were planning on heading home, but from the way you were feeling right now, you think it’s best if you keep some company, so you keep walking with Haechan to wherever he’s heading.

Haechan squints down at you, "A disagreement, huh? Are you telling the truth? Y'know what Juwon says about liars—"

"Yes, I know." You roll your eyes. "I never know why she says that liars grow a single hair on their chest each time they lie. She's weird, I don't know why I'm friends with her." You were joking, but there was a little seriousness in your voice— Haechan always thought the same thing, too.

"... So, are you telling the truth?" Haechan pushes.

"Yes... no, well, it's a difficult situation, okay?" You cross your arms over your chest with a huff, annoyed that Haechan was even bringing up Yeonjun when clearly he knew something was up. "He said something about me and Jaemin, and it turned into him being a dick, so I left."

Haechan hums and nods his head. He knew what you meant by that. Anyone would know what you meant by 'said something about me and Jaemin'. A lot of people on college campus knew of the rumours, too. Fuck all your friends for having blabber mouths.

"I don't know why, or how- actually, I do, but it started off so stupid, and then it turned into something bigger than intended and now I don't where it leaves me and him." You sigh deeply, wanting everything to just be normal for once. "He told me to go home and sleep off my mood, and that I'll go back to him once I realise I'm in the wrong. God. He's such a dick, why haven't I seen this side of him before?"

Haechan kept silent as you ranted out loud. You knew he was taking everything in, and taking mental notes. Sometimes you took Haechan's friendship for granted. He was the type of friend to curse you out on your shitty actions, but he wouldn't even blink an eye if someone needed advice or help— it was a strange combination when you think about it. But, in times like this, he was worth all the harsh advice and warm hugs.

"Why did Jaemin have to say something?" You groaned and mentally cursed him for opening his mouth. "If anything, I should be blaming him for ruining my relationship, he was the one that started all this! Yeonjun blames him for a lot of things that are wrong with us, maybe he's right, and maybe I don't want to see it because he's my best friend." Now you're frowning with a pout on your lips.

"Hey, don't start blaming Jaemin, that's not fair." Haechan corrects you in a stern voice. "It doesn't matter if he did or didn't say something, your relationship has been sucking ass as soon as you two started dating. None of this is Jaemin's fault. It's Yeonjun's. He's the one with all the issues."

"But, if Jaemin never said anything to begin with, things may just be a little bit better—"

"Nope. They really wouldn't. Yeonjun sucks ass, and not in a good way." Haechan shakes his head.

“I don’t like you.”

“Ha, sure you don’t.” Haechan laughs as he grabs your arm and leads you across the road. You end up standing outside the library off-campus. You squint up at the sign and look at Haechan with a confused face.

“Why are we at the library?”

“‘Cos everyone is here studying. And don’t look at me like that,” he rolls his eyes. “I study, too.”

You hold in a laugh and walk into the library with him. Wait— did he say everyone was here? Does that include Jaemin? Because if you’re being honest, you weren’t sure if you were in the right mood to see him. After all, you are holding him accountable for your fight with Yeonjun, even if Haechan says not to.

“Uh, what is she doing with you?” Juwon leans across the table you always sit at whenever you all study together, and looks you up and down. “She’s meant to be with Yeonjun right now… whether we like it or not.”

“Nice to see you too, my beautiful bestie.” You shoot her a sarcastic smile and plonk yourself down upon the spare seat next to her. You lean back against the chair and stare at the boy sitting at the end of the table, an awkward aura comes about the table and everyone stares between you and Jaemin.

“Well, uh, how was your time with Yeonjun? Did he get off his PC?” Hinjae breaks the awkward silence and brings up an even awkward topic.

Haechan snorts and she looks at him, “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he shakes his head with a small smile. You glare at him and he stops smiling. “It’s nothing.”

Hinjae squints her eyes at Haechan before turning her attention back to you, "So? Did he get you an anniversary gift? I wonder if he got you that necklace you've been dying to get, you know, that really expensive Tiffany's one."

You shake your head, "No, I didn't get a present... I got an ear full. But I don't want to talk about it, you should keep studying." You gestured to her open books, the majority of them were about the universe and its creation, something you would have no idea where to start studying.

"My books can wait. What happened?" Hinjae goes to close her books but you grab her hand to stop her. "Y/N... it's your two year anniversary and you're here with us, what in the hell happened? We can go somewhere else to talk, if you want. Away from prying ears." She glances at Haechan, but he flashes her a cocky smile and she sticks her tongue out at him.

"I don't want to talk about it, right now, okay?" You sulk into your chair and fiddle with the strings on your hoodie.

Hinjae doesn't press you any further, and you miss the way Jaemin watches you from his end of the table. His eyes rake up and down your torso, his eyebrows slightly lifting when he realises what you're wearing. You're wearing his hoodie, and you wore it to see your boyfriend. He fights the urge for his lips to turn up into a smile, but unfortunately, his lips beat him to it.

"What are you smiling at?" Juwon picks up on Jaemin's behaviour and follows his eye-line. Her mouth agapes once she clocks who's hoodie you're wearing. Oh, how her mind is racing with so many possibilities that she wants to voice, but she knew that if she did, she'd hurt your feelings and Hinjae would start a war with her. "Huh, interesting, very interesting."

You feel eyes on you and you catch Juwon and Jaemin staring at you. A frown falls upon your brows and Juwon nudges you and darts her eyes to your item of clothing. You look down and stare at the hoodie wondering if there was a stain, but there wasn't, so you look back up and lock eyes with Jaemin and he just smiles. His perfect and pretty lips just smile at you, and you want to rip them off his perfect and pretty face.

Haechan watches your face contort slightly into a look he knows very well— a muddled mind full of confusing feelings. He knows what's happening, he just hopes nothing bad comes of it.

"We need to talk. Now." You suddenly stand up and grab Jaemin by the collar of his top. He struggles to keep up with you at first, but he quickly gains his composure and follows you swiftly behind a stack of bookshelves right in the corner of the library where no one can see or find you.

He stands in front of you, his eyes watching you intently as you struggle to find your words and any decent thought. Why did you want to talk to him? What was so important that you had to drag him away from everyone?

"Kiss me."

"W—what?" Jaemin spluttered, surprised by your choice of words.

"I need you to kiss me, Jaemin." You sounded stressed. He knew better than to do what you said.

"I'm not going to kiss you, Y/N. You have a boyfriend." He stands his ground, even if it confuses him as to why he's denying a kiss from you. All he's ever wanted to do is kiss you from the moment he laid eyes on you.

You stomp your foot on the ground like a little toddler throwing a tantrum. "Jaemin, now's not the time to be a saint. I just need you to kiss me, that's all."

"That's all? Why do you want me to kiss you? What the fuck is going on?" Jaemin stares at you confusedly.

You pull at your hoodie strings again, "I just need to see something. So, can you just kiss me?"

You can see Jaemin hesitate and his life flashes before his eyes when he sees you take a step closer to him. You stare up at him with eyes full of stars— you've only ever looked at him like this. No one else gets to see the pretty stars in your eyes. They're only for him. He wants to kiss the stars, he wants to kiss them so bad, but he knows better than to give in.

Jaemin steps back and drops his head before looking you in the eyes, ashamed of what he's doing. "I can't, I'm sorry, Y/N. It's just not right..."

"Whatever." You shrug your shoulders acting as if it didn't bother you that he didn't want to kiss you. "You're the one who has feelings for me, so I guess you don't want to help me see how I feel about you."

Jaemin blinks at you in shock. Seriously, what in the hell happened between you and Yeonjun?

"Are we gonna talk about what happened yesterday in the library?" Juwon breaks the silence as the three of you are huddled up together on the sofa watching a film. "I can't be the only one wanting to know why Jaemin suddenly left after Y/N spoke to him."

"I'm sitting right here, you don't have to talk about me like I'm not in the room," you roll your eyes and shift positions, trying to find a comfier position without having Juwon's elbow digging into your ribs.

Hinjae covers up her interest with a fake cough, all the while saying, "I've wanted to know what happened between her and Yeonjun ever since she walked into the library with Haechan."

"Oh, yeah! I forgot she was with Yeonjun yesterday." Juwon nods her head.

You sigh and push both of them off of you, "Again, I'm literally right here." You gesture to yourself. "And it doesn't matter what happened yesterday, it's over."

"It's over!?" Hinjae and Juwon shriek in unison.

"For fucks sake, no! Me and Yeonjun aren't over... I don't really know what we are at the moment, but we aren't over. And before you say anything, me and Jaemin are still friends. I was on about yesterday being over, no relationships." You make your statement clear and lean back against the cushions. "Now, can we watch this film in silence?"

"Fine." Juwon sulks and snuggles back into your side. Hinjae just gives you a funny look before settling back down.

The three of you sat in silence for not even five minutes, and Juwon spoke up again, this time, she was adamant to get an answer from you. "I'm not going to shut my mouth until you say everything that happened yesterday."

You turned to look at her unimpressed with her immature threat. "Nothing new there then."

"Excuse me?" She scoffs. "I'm not the one keeping secrets from her best friends! Tell us what happened, for crying out loud."

"Why do you want to know so bad—"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N." Hinjae sighs, a hand running through her dark, brown hair. "I'm not one to force you into anything, but saying nothing on this matter isn't going to end well. Y'know we could always just ask Jaemin... or even Haechan."

You gasp, "You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me." Hinjae flashes you a challenging grin, and you have no choice but to accept defeat.

"I don't know where to even start..."

Juwon giggles, "I do, I do, I do! Start with when you messaged us at Yeonjun's!"

You roll your eyes and grab the remote to pause the film, "Fine, um... well, when I got there we went straight to his bedroom— not like how you're thinking Juwon." You side eye her after she nudges you playfully. "Then he went straight on his computer to play a game, and I was like, 'Oh, I see how it is, games before your girlfriend', or something like that, and he got really defensive about it."

Hinjae nods her head slowly as she takes everything in. "Then What?" Juwon looks at you all giddy with joy. Either she was excited that you were finally spilling at the gossip, or she was happy to see your relationship in shambles— you were betting on the first option... hopefully.

"After that, I messaged the group chat and it was all good up until he asked me to make him ramen."

"What's wrong with making him ramen?" Juwon furrows her brows confused.

Hinjae shakes her head at her, "It's not the fact he asked her to make him ramen, she was expecting a fancy, or at least a nice dinner for their anniversary, but he wanted her to make ramen like it was any other day." You're so happy that she caught onto the situation straight away. Thank God she was the smart one of the group; it would've been such a headache to explain every last detail to Juwon. "I believe that's where the problem started, huh?"

You nod your head with a tired face, "He was so horrible. He said he didn't care what day it was, and he accused me of sleeping with Jaemin because I accidentally wore his hoodie."

Juwon chokes on her breath, "He accused you of what?!"

Hinjae wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you onto her lap and cradles you like a baby. "What are you doing?"

"I'm soothing you. What does it look like I'm doing?" She speaks as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Juwon scoots over and rests her head on your shoulder and coos in your ear. "Oh, Y/N, I'm sorry that happened. As much as I hate Yeonjun and wish the worst for him, I don't like seeing your relationship in shambles, even if it doesn't come across like that." Juwon snuggles up into you and Hinjae strokes your hair. "You deserve so much, and yet you're being treated like you deserve nothing." You could hear the pout in her voice.

"I asked Jaemin to kiss me yesterday in the library." You quickly changed the tune of the conversation; you didn't want to be babied over, or cooed at. As much as you love the girls for caring for you, you'd rather just suck it up and deal with it.

Juwon shoots up and stands from the sofa, eyes bulging out of her head as she stares down at you. "You what?!"

You move yourself off of Hinaje's lap and to the other end of the sofa so you could look at them both clearly. "I know it's stupid of me to have done that, but I wasn't in the right head space. It was a moment of weakness for me... but I don't regret it."

Hinjae hums but doesn't say a word. Whereas Juwon looks like she's having a mid-life crisis over the new information she's just found out. She begins pacing back and forth around the living room, her fingers tugging at the ends of her hair as she mutters inaudible words under her breath.

"Why are you both acting like this? Juwon, stop moving and sit down, and Hinjae, say something. Literally anything." You bring your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around your legs. "I know what I said is somewhat hard to take in, but it doesn't change anything. In fact, it probably makes things a lot clearer."

“How does it make things clearer? To me, it looks like a whole fucking mess.” Hinjae rarely swears, but when she does, she’s being serious and doesn’t want any shit from anyone.

“What? How is it a mess? I’m still with Yeonjun, and me and Jaemin are still friends. Everything is fine.” You counteract.

“Fine? Everything is fine?” Hinjae shifts positions so she’s facing you and only you. “Y/N, I love you, but you’re being stupid right now. You can’t just ask someone to kiss when you know they like you, and when you have a fucking boyfriend!” She holds some valid points, but you won’t let her make you think you’ve done wrong.

You run a hand down your face, “Look, what I may have done was random and sudden, but it’s not stupid. It’s helping me figure things out. Just support me for once!”

“Nuh uh, we’re not doing this again.” Juwon jumps in at the right time— she could sense Hinjae was going to shout at you and she wasn’t looking forward to the aftermath of tears and apologies. “Hinjae’s right, you’re being fucking stupid, Y/N. You’re dating Yeonjun and you asked Jaemin to kiss you, why can’t you see how wrong that is? As much as I despise your boyfriend, I don’t want you cheating on him.”

“Oh my God, I haven’t cheated!” You raise your voice and see Juwon raise an eyebrow at you. “It was a spur of the moment thing, okay? Nothing will come of it, so leave it alone. I shouldn’t have said anything in the first place if I knew this was how you guys would react.” You sink into the sofa with a scowl on your face.

“We would’ve found out sooner or later.”

"Well, this couldn't get any more awkward now, could it?" Haechan mumbles under his breath and receives a kick in the shin under the table from Hinjae. "What? It's true."

"Shut up," she hissed, going to kick him again but he pushes his chair back so she couldn't reach.

"So—"

"Jeno, shut up." Hinjae warns him, knowing immediately he was going to say something about the situation.

He nods his head slowly and slouches like a little hurt puppy. You pout at how mean Hinjae is, but she pays no mind to you, completely ignoring you after you called her a snake for inviting everyone round to her place for a 'friendly and relaxing dinner'. By no means is this a friendly and relaxing dinner. Tonight will definitely place number three in your top five worst experiences.

"The food is nice." Jaemin speaks up for the first time tonight, avoiding your direction as Yeonjun is sitting flush next to you— he's not a fan of your friends. How ironic. "Did you follow a recipe?"

You tried to fight a smile, but you failed miserably. "Why are you smiling? Nothing funny was said." Yeonjun eyes you up and down suspiciously, his eyes darted to Jaemin and they made eye contact briefly, but it was enough for him to put some pieces together. "Is it 'cause of him? Are you smiling because of Jaemin?"

"W-what? Can't I just smile without a reason?" You tried to play it off cool, but Yeonjun wasn't buying any of it.

He tuts and shakes his head, "I knew there was something going on between you two." He throws his napkin onto the table and stares at you deeply. "I should've known the minute you didn't deny fucking him. I can't believe I'm dating a cheating whore."

"The fuck did you just call her?" Juwon stabs her knife into the wooden table and you saw a part of Hinjae die inside.

"It's okay, Juwon, don't worry." You give her a sincere smile and glance at Jaemin. You could see he wants to step in and make sure that Yeonjun doesn't get another chance to speak, but he knew if he did, Yeonjun would probably launch himself at him over the table. Men and their alpha male ego's, hey?

She shakes her head, “No. No it’s not okay, how dare he talk to you like that! She’s not a whore, Yeonjun, don’t even insinuate that.”

“Oh, please,” he chuckles, leaning against the back of his chair. “You’re all acting like I don’t know what’s happening here. You,” he points at Hinjae with a scowl, “Invited me here to prove something, I don’t even know why I even bothered coming here. It’s all fucking obvious that Jaemin wants to shove his tiny shrimp dick inside my girlfriend, and I’m not going to sit here and allow him to think that.”

Haechan watches you stare at your plate, your fork pushing the food around as you seem distant from the situation.

You wanted to tell Yeonjun to shut up and stop being a complete asshole, but you just couldn’t. You’ve never really stood up to him before; you’ve just taken any insult he’s thrown your way. You’ve become used to it.

“I think that’s enough.” Haechan stands from his seat and gestures for Yeonjun to leave. “The door is that way.”

Yeonjun scoffs and stands up himself, matching Haechan’s energy. “You want me to leave? Ha, then fucking make me.”

“Oh, I’ll make you—“

“Okay!” Hinjae slams her hands down on the table. “This wasn’t what I had planned for tonight. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. Haechan, sit your ass down. Yeonjun, shut the fuck up or leave.”

“Why are you ganging up on me? You’re the one who invited me to this dinner, did you not?” Yeonjun leaned on the table with both of his hands, his head drooping to Hinjae's level to try and intimidate her.

You won't stand for anyone trying to intimidate your friends. "Yeonjun... I think you should leave."

He snaps his head to look at you, his nostrils flaring upon what he had just heard. "You're the one who started all this, Y/N. Don't act like a little life saver. If I leave, you're leaving with me. Now, get up." He goes to grab your arm but doesn't get the opportunity to when someone butts in.

"She's not going anywhere. She's staying here where she's safe." Jaemin stares Yeonjun dead in the eye. No emotion portrayed on his face. You wanted to read his mind— you wanted to know what he was thinking.

"You think I'm going to hurt her?" Yeonjun scoffs. "That's the last thing I would do to her. She ain't staying here, especially near you."

"Just leave." You touch his arm to make him look at you. "Leave."

"Oh, that's right, take his side, why don't you." Yeonjun rolls his eyes and backs away from the table. "You know what, enjoy my sloppy seconds, she wasn't even that good in bed anyway."

"Don't." You shake your head at everyone around the table to not say anything; you could tell it was itching away at them to shout at him, but you didn't think it would've been worth the hassle. A part of you wanted to scream at him for embarrassing you in front of your friends, but then another part of you was glad that this had happened, because in a way, that means you won't have to deal with any of his bullshit ever again.

You all watch him stomp out of Hinjae and Juwon's dorm, silence filling the dining area as soon as the front door slammed.

You picked your knife and fork up, slicing through the food Hinjae had prepared before dropping the cutlery onto the plate and excusing yourself. You knew better than to hide in the bathroom, so you opted for a bedroom. Unfortunately you ended up in Juwon's bedroom, the messiest place on earth because the girl had no sense of cleanliness about her.

"And to answer your question, Jaemin, I didn't follow a recipe. It was all me." Hinjae tried bringing the mood back up, but failed miserably.

"Not the time, Hinjae." Jeno mutters, his legs spreading underneath the table to get comfy.

"Oh, shut up, would you?" Hinjae rolls her eyes.

“Is no one really going to check on Y/N?” Jaemin asks as he looks at each one of his friends, his face dropping when they shake their heads. “Oh… you’re leaving it to me, aren’t you?”

“Well, obviously,” Juwon scoffs. “We’re not the ones who are in love with our best friend, are we? Go on then, chum, go get your girl.”

Jaemin gives Juwon a funny look and then leaves the table, following the faint trail of your perfume to her bedroom. He doesn't bother knocking on the door as he knows that you wouldn't let him in if he did, so barging in was his only other option.

"Y/N... are you okay?" He knew is was a stupid question, because who in their right mind would be okay after their boyfriend calls them a cheating whore in front of their friends? "Sorry, that was a stupid question... but, are you?" He winces when he sees your face all red and puffy from crying after you turned around to look at him.

"What do you think?" Your voice was hoarse and croaky. You felt even more embarrassed reacting like this when he who shall not be named should be the one embarrassed. "God, I feel so fucking stupid. Do you think I'm stupid? Well, that's a given, of course you do."

Jaemin frowns and walks over to you, crouching down in front of you while you sit on the edge of Juwon's bed.

"Y/N, you're not stupid, and I'd never think that." He gently places his hands on your thighs and gives them a gentle squeeze; your eyes dart to his hands, the silver rings adorning his pretty slender fingers make your stomach clench, and now you feel even worse thinking about the things those fingers could do to you.

You droop your head and sigh, your thumbs swiping at the dry tear stains on your cheeks. "Jaemin, why do you like me?"

"Well, uh, because you're a wonderful person, you care about your friends, you also don't put up with their shit, and you also do charity work." Jaemin answers, a slight change of tone in his voice at the end.

You lift your head up and tilt your head, "Charity work?"

"You're dating Yeonjun."

"Oh... oh."

Jaemin nods his head slowly, his hands sliding off your thighs. "Wait." His hands stop on your knees, his eyes searching your own. "Can, um, can I just see something?"

He nods his head.

You reach out and grab one of his hands to bring up to your lips. You hesitate for a split second, but honestly, what were you waiting for? Jaemin has feelings for you, your boyfriend sucks being a boyfriend, you want to say you're still in love with Yeonjun— but you can't say you are— and, and uh, you think you may have been in love with Jaemin this whole time, but you've just been too scared to admit it.

Without another thought, you bring your lips to each finger tip and place soft kisses, your eyes maintaining eye contact with Jaemin as you do so. "Y/N..."

"No," you shake your head. "Don't say anything."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jaemin ignores you and speaks anyway, making sure you're in the right state of mind to continue where this seems to be going.

"Yes, now shut up." You continue pressing kisses to his finger tips before slowly trailing down to his palm. Jaemin's breath hitches and he grabs your knee harder with his other hand. Who knew kisses being pressed onto his hand would be so sensual?

He moves his hand away from your lips and cups your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing the apple of your cheek as a small smile falls on his lips. "You're beautiful."

You smile and for a brief moment you seem to forget what happened and all you want is for Jaemin to finally kiss you.

"Can I kiss you?"

"It's about damn time."

"What if someone catches us?" You whisper against Jaemin's lips as he keeps you pressed up against the wall in the corner of his bedroom.

You two were currently ditching a social gig that Hinjae had sporadically planned after the dinner went to shit. This time round, she was hoping for a much better turn out, and from what you can say, it's turning out rather well. Wink wink.

"No one's gonna come up here, don't worry." Jaemin hushes your worries as he continues kissing you. You wanted to protest, but his lips began trailing sloppy wet kisses down the side of your neck and the words got caught in the back of your throat and somehow came out as a strangled moan. "You like that? You like it when I kiss your neck?"

You nod your head, eyes finding his and immediately wanting to fall into his body from how lustful his gaze is.

"I want you to use your words, baby." Jaemin nudges his knee between your legs as he urges you to give him a vocal response. "I want to hear you say that you like it when I kiss your neck. Like this." He swipes his tongue against the soft skin of your neck and lightly blows, your body shivering at the cold sensation, but relaxing as soon as he presses another warm kiss to your neck.

"I— Jaem... I like it when you kiss my neck." You whimper out, crotch lowering onto his knee so you could grind yourself down on him like some kind of bitch dog in heat.

Jaemin snickers at you, "Oh, my darling Y/N, look at you. Humping my leg like the desperate bitch that you are."

"Oh," your eyes roll into the back of your head at the pressure building in your lower abdomen. But if you're being honest, you're edging closer to your orgasm because of the filthy words Jaemin whispers in your ear.

"Can I rip your leggings?"

"Wha—" you shake your head. "No."

"Oops, too late." He smirks at you as he rips a hole between your legs, his fingers diving straight in and pulling your panties to the side. "Pull down my sweats."

You take a moment to collect yourself as your orgasm was no longer on the way, and then you pull down his sweats as far as you could reach. Your eyes widened at the fact he wasn't wearing any boxers; even when all of you were meant to be hanging out.

"You weren't wearing any boxers? What if Juwon pointed out your dick outline?" You gasp, "Or even worse, Haechan pulls down your sweats to prank you and your junk is out for everyone to see?"

"Well," Jaemin grunts as he suddenly pushes himself into you, his jaw locking at how tight your walls feel around him. It's going to take some time to get used to the feeling of you. "My dick is inside you now, so I guess they won't be seeing it."

Your bottom lip quivers, "Fuck. You're so big."

"Damn right I am, baby." Jaemin smirks at you, his hips grinding into your own, and you could swear that he reaches a place Yeonjun could never imagine reaching.

You were loving this new side of Jaemin. Who knew that your best friend had a rather dominant and rough side? If you knew the sex was going to be this good from the start, then you would've ended things with Yeonjun a long time ago. But then you would seem shallow. And then you'd be known as the girl who dumps a boy for a rampage of wild sex. How fun.

"At least pay attention to me when my dick is inside you." Jaemin rolls his eyes at you staring off into space.

"S— sorry," you whimper out an apology just as he hits a deep spot inside you. "I didn't mean to zone out."

"What's going on inside your head?" Jaemin slows down his hips so you could get a sentence out without moaning about how good his cock feels in your tight pussy.

Your leg nearly slips from his waist, but he's quick enough to hook it back around and jerk his hips forward. You forced yourself to keep quiet, you couldn't risk the others down the hall hearing you moan out Jaemin's name when they have no idea that the two of you have been secretly fucking since the awkward dinner last week.

"I don't wanna talk about what I'm thinking, I just want you to fuck me."

"Don't have to tell me twice." Jaemin drops your leg and spins you around so that your chest is squished up against the wall. He wraps one arm around your waist to pull your hips closer to his own— and his other hand sneakily slips down between your legs to rub fast circles on your sensitive clit.

"Ho— holy fuck, Jaemin, go faster." Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel your climax building up once again. Your thighs begin to shake from Jaemin complying with your command.

The sound of skin slapping against skin could be heard from a mile away, so you wouldn't be surprised if the others could hear you. You'd have to lie and deny any accusations thrown your way.

“Shit, you’re so tight, baby. This pussy is mine and only mine. Ain’t no fucking way am I letting your twat of a boyfriend come near this delicious pussy ever again.” Jaemin practically growls against the back of your neck. You rest your forehead against the wall and let every bone in your body get consumed by the pleasure— your orgasm on the brink of exploding.

Your jaw goes slack, “Jae… I’m gonna cum. Keep going.”

“Your wish is my command.” Jaemin picks the speed up of his hips, the force pushing you further against the wall. “Cum for me, baby. I want you to cream all over my cock and make a mess for me.”

Your climax hits you at full force and you near enough collapse on the floor— your knees are giving way and your thighs are shaking. Jaemin’s hips began stuttering from your walls clenching around him like a vice, he knew he wasn’t going to last longer if you kept doing that.

“Please cum, Jaemin, please. Pretty please cum for me.” You beg him so innocently once you gain your posture.

With no other thought floating around in his head, Jaemin quickly pulls out and cums in the palm of his hand. A soft whimper of your name leaving his lips as you turn to watch his cum drip from his hand. “Oh, wow. You came a lot.”

Jaemin chuckles, "Yeah, I did."

A knock sounds on his bedroom door, "Are you two done? We're about to watch a film and you're on snack duty." You hear Haechan's voice call out to you, and your jaw falls to the floor. You gawp at Jaemin who is trying his darned hardest not to burst out laughing.

"I swear to God if you laugh, I will rip your balls off!" You swat his arm. "You ruined my favourite pair of leggings, too!" You look between your legs and see a massive hole in your leggings... and also your inner thighs covered in your arousal. "Get me some of your joggers, it's the least you could do for me."

"Are you guys coming or not?" Haechan calls out to you again after not getting a response.

"Yes!" You shout back at him, annoyance laced in your voice and you could sense him throwing his hands up in surrender. "I'm so dead. Hinjae is gonna throw bricks at me, and Juwon will suffocate me in her sleep. What am I gonna do...?"

Jaemin passes you a spare pair of his joggers, concern written on his face despite having just nearly broken a lung from suppressing a laugh. "Nothing will happen, so don't worry your pretty head, okay?" Hinjae and Juwon will be mad, there's no doubt about that, but it's your decision to do this, not theirs. If you're worried about Yeonjun finding out, don't even think about that jerk."

"I wasn't worrying about Yeonjun until you just mentioned it. Jaemin!" You swat his arm again and he fake cries. "Shut up."

"Just put the joggers on and let's face your worst nightmare." Jaemin helps you into his joggers and throws your ripped leggings into his hamper, taking a mental note to buy you a new pair for your birthday. "Ready?"

"No, but let's go." You deeply sigh and wobble into the front room with Jaemin hot on your tail. "Don't say a thing. I don't want to hear any words come out of your mouths, okay? I know it's wrong to fuck my best friend behind my boyfriend's back, but his dick is so much better." You get your words in before Juwon and Hinjae could get a chance to open their mouths to breathe.

"I don't wanna hear anything from you two either." Jaemin pipes up as he drops himself down next to Jeno. "And yes, I'm a freak in the sheets, and a sweetheart in the streets."

You roll your eyes and awkwardly sit between Hinjae and Juwon who give you the death stare. "Can I—"

"Nope."

"What about—"

"Shut it."

"I can't believe you two are cheating." Haechan decides to ruin the atmosphere even more with his sly comment. You could see his eyes glint with mischief.

"It's not cheating." You huff, your arms crossing over your chest.

"If it weren't cheating, then what would you call it?" He snaps back, his tongue poking out to you to piss you off even more.

"You two are fucking?!" Jeno gasps, and everyone sighs at his slow attention span.

"Jesus Christ."

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WHAT BEST FRIENDS DO | n.jm

PAIRING. best friend(ish)! na jaemin x g.n. reader GENRE. high school! au, maybe secret relationship! au hihi, FLUFF, light humor WARNINGS. swearing, mentions of food WORD COUNT. 988 PROMPT(S). “i need a hug” NOTE. the drabble isn’t actually centered around the prompt i’m so sorry ; - ; but i still hope you liked this, anon who requested ><

When Jaemin entered the classroom, uniform freshly pressed, hair styled neatly, the first thing he saw was the ghostly apparition of you, sitting on your usual seat beside him— front desk, middle row— head down with your unbrushed hair covering your entire face. He shook his head, a minuscule smile on his face as he walked up to your unsuspecting figure.

“Morning.”

You did not answer, not even a slight budge or tell that you had heard him, save for the faint rocking of your head back and forth. An indication that you were almost, if not already, fast asleep.

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cat & mouse

❝ rule number one of bro code states that sisters are completely off-limits, and, y/n, we just pushed that limit. ❞

PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, crack, fluff, college au, friends with benefits au

WARNINGS ▸ lots of !! sexual tension !! and jaemin acting like a dick, protective big brother!jaehyun, lots of sneaking around, jaemin calls you princess a lot, teasing, fingering, alcohol consumption, hooking up, thigh riding, smut, oral sex, aftercare

SUMMARY ▸ tired of meaningless hookups and dull parties, na jaemin had always been hesitant to indulge himself. that is, of course, until he met you. however, upon realizing you’re none other than jeong jaehyun’s little sister, jaemin has to keep his relationship with you under wraps to make sure his team captain doesn’t find out. 

PLAYLIST ▸ move! by niki • playinwitme by kyle (feat. kehlani)

WORD COUNT ▸ 17713 words

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AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ thank you so much for all of your love and support !! it’s beyond me & i hope you guys enjoy this ! part of the slam dunk! series but it can be read separately ♡

NA JAEMIN HATED PARTIES.

In the same vein, he hated basketball to an extent. It wasn’t the sport itself that he despised, it was the commitments that followed it. As a vital player on the team, he was obligated to attend every afterparty despite how much he loathed parties. Yet, what he couldn’t stand was being nagged by his teammates, so Jaemin went to the parties. He went to the parties and drank until he was numb and the party was tolerable.

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The Best Care

Na Jaemin – Fluff

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 500

Ceo!au

Request: Requested by anon – Jaemin taking care of his sick girlfriend.

 Laying in the silky sheets of your shared bed was probably one of the most comfortable things you could think of. Even if it did sadden you that you were alone, when usually Jaemin was beside you. But it was 2pm, so Jaemin was currently at his office building, running his company and bringing home the money he used to give you both the best life possible. You usually weren’t in bed at this time, but your body was burning up and your head felt like you’d been kicked in the head by a horse. So the bed didn’t feel as comfortable as it usually did.

You were in the middle of feeling sorry for yourself when the bedroom door clicked open. Your eyes were half shut, so you heard Jaemin before you saw him. Your eyes flicked open fully just as Jaemin approached you. He was carrying a tupperware box and perched himself on the edge of the bed.

“Do you still not feel well my angel?” Jaemin set the box on the bed, leaning over and placing a kiss on your warm forehead.

“No.” You whined, pouting up at him as he pouted back. “You should be at work!”

“I’d rather take care of my princess.” He opened up the box and pulled a spoon out of one of the compartments. “My mum made you some soup, open.” You opened your mouth and accepted the lukewarm soup, almost letting out a moan at how good it tasted on your tongue.

“You told your mum that I’m sick?” You raised an eyebrow, watching as he spooned a mouthful of the soup into his own mouth, clearly not worried about your sick germs.

“She asked me how you were doing, and then she scolded me for being at work and not taking care of my fiancée.” He chuckled as he spooned you more soup. “As I was finishing up mu meeting, my assistant told me that my mum was waiting for me in my office. She’d made you soup and went all the way to my office to give me it and scold me some more.” You laughed softly as he told you his story, a fond look on his face as he talked about his mother.

“I’ll call her later to thank her.” Jaemin smiled at your words, continuously feeding you the soup.

“She’ll love that, honestly I’m surprised that she didn’t come here and take care of you herself.” He placed the now empty contained on the bedside table.

“Jaemin haven’t you got another meeting today?” You asked, vaguely remembering him talking about having a meeting at 4pm. He shrugged, stroking your hair off of your face and laying a gently kiss to your hot forehead.

“I postponed it, you’re more important to me than some silly meeting.” He spoke softly, the sincerity in his tone and the words that he’d used making you fall even deeper with him.

peonies in august

pairing: jaemin x female! reader

genre: slice of life, husband! jaemin, general surgeon! jaemin, fluff, smut, a teeny tiny amount of angst

words: 20.9k

contains: some medical terms and procedures, minor character death, oral (m&f), fingering, nipple play, edging, drunk sex, sex toys, overstimulation, jaemin and y/n talking way too much during sex

synopsis: august, jaemin's favorite month of the year is around the corner again - the month of his birthday and his first marriage anniversary. thirty one days in august and unknowing to you, jaemin makes it a mission to make every single day special in the midst of both of yours busy life.

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The concept of commitment, marriage, and the thought of starting a family terrified you for as long as you could remember. During the first year of college, you depended on caffeine and unremarkable one night stands. Second-year and a half, you thought you found the one when you dated Bae Jinyoung from your structural design class for a year till he decided to cheat on you. The third-year and you got back to the routine of hookups and casual flings, as regret washed over you every morning on a stranger’s bed.

Until one day, your friend Aeri dragged you out with her and you met eyes with the medicine student Na Jaemin across the table at the pub while passing a bottle of beer. That same man wrapped you around his fingers and you spent months trying to combat the constant dread of commitment before finally getting used to cuddling him to sleep at the apartment he shared with your mutual friend Jeno.

Now you were living the life of your dreams — a designer at an architecture firm, happily married, living in a high-rise luxury apartment where you got the view of the sunset through the bedroom windows with the love of your life and a cute white puppy and you couldn’t ask for anything more.

AUGUST 2

You looked up from your iPad and watched Jaemin come up behind you through the mirror — he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and rested his head on top of yours. A smile that matched his took over your face as he stared at your reflection fondly.

“Let’s go to bed,” he kissed the top of your head, “you’ve been working for hours now.”

You placed the iPad on the table while Jaemin’s head still rested on top of yours. “You look cute.” You snickered at his reflection and his smile faded into a frown. “What’s with the long face suddenly?”

“Am I not sexy?” Jaemin dramatically rolled his eyes. “My birthday is in, like what, two weeks. Cute isn't for me babe.”

“God, you’re so fucking old.”

“We’re the same age!”

“Let me have my moment, please.”

“Do I get to make, what do they say on the internet — milf jokes?”

You smacked his hands away from your shoulder and he dramatically clutched his chest which earned a giggle out of you. That was how most of your nights before bed are spent — joking around, gossiping about anything and everything, lazily staring at the Netflix screen, or just mind-blowing sex before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

“Are you done?” Jaemin pointed at the iPad.

“Done for the day, I guess.”

“You’ve been working too much.”

“I kn—

“Go to bed.” Jaemin pinched your cheeks. “I’ll turn off the lights and everything.”

You shook your head quickly. “Nope, it’s fine. I'll just wait for you.”

“You sure?”

“Positive,” you informed, pushing yourself up on your toes and pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth.

“I need to go to the kitchen to keep the cups and turn off the hallway lights though.” Jaemin gave you an apologetic smile.

You pulled your arms out from around him. “Shit, I forgot.” The fact that you both took turns to do these chores every night almost slipped out of your mind. “I thought you already did that.”

“Do you wanna go?” This time Jaemin wrapped his arms around your waist, before he leaned down to capture your lips with his in a kiss.

You kissed him back quickly, pulling away just enough to meet his eyes as you replied, “Yeah. Let me just-” the next moment he leaned in and his lips reached your neck, collarbone, bristly against the tender skin before going back to your lips again. Jaemin lightly pushed you, making you land on the bed and you shivered helplessly beneath him as his hands made their way under your silk nightdress while his lips still moved against yours. You pushed him off you quickly when you felt his length hardening against your thigh.

“Wh-”

“Go and turn off the hallway lights first before we do something.” You mumbled against his now swollen lips.

“Do what?” He smirked and placed a kiss on your forehead before getting up. Jaemin was definitely the same cheeky man you couldn’t resist and stop thinking about seven years ago.

“I’m gonna get my iPad and go back to working again.”

“Fine!”

Jaemin coasted through the typical bedtime routine of clicking the lights off in the hallway, checking on Yiseul to make sure she was sleeping peacefully on the couch, and then finally made his way back to join you in the bedroom. When he came back he immediately pulled his white shirt over his head and hovered above you, not hesitating to pull your dress up above your head as well.

You were panting, still coming down from that euphoric feeling of your orgasm. Jaemin’s hand reached out and pulled the comforter over the two of you and you turned your head to glance at your husband who just fucked you silly in the middle of the night.

“Are you sleepy?” Your husband whispered, snuggling closer to you and pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“Yeah,” You mumbled, gently nudging him in the chest and eliciting a chuckle out of him in the process. Jaemin drawed you as close as possible to rest his head against your bare chest.

“What’s so fun about putting your head on my tits?” You drawled followed by a chuckle.

“Shut up, this is comfy. You won’t get it.”

You two found yourselves lying in the dimly lit bedroom, his face resting against your chest. You were convinced your legs would feel like jelly in the morning and Jaemin just said sorry in between his giggles.

“What’s the time?”

“Hmm, let me check.” You glanced over your shoulder to take a peek at the alarm clock on the bedside table, the bold red numbers showing 2:41 AM. “Almost 3.”

“Fuck,” Jaemin groaned and started, his voice muffled. “Sihyun from the trauma center just went on maternity leave yesterday and I’ve got the task to cover her shift at the trauma center every Monday before my appointments.”

“Sihyun’s pregnant again?”

“Yeah again, she literally gave birth last September.” Jaemin scoffed, getting a reminder of the fact that it was almost 3 in the morning and he needed to be present at the hospital before 9 AM just to wander around the corridors of the trauma center — unless there was an emergency.

“You need to go to sleep.” You caressed his back lightly.

There was a comfortable silence. Even though it was impossible to lounge around like how you two used to at the small studio apartment every day, cafe hopping to the other side of the town 5 years ago — Jaemin still looked forward to this exact moment every single night.

“Do you want kids?” Jaemin blurted out, breaking the silence again. Na Jaemin, you're a fucking idiot. He thought and mentally punched himself for asking that impulsively, especially when you were naked in his arms in the middle of the night.

You've ticked all the boxes and overcame the fears you’ve had for years. Commitment? Check. Marriage? Check. There was only the concept of starting a family left at the bottom of the list and you never thought Jaemin would be the first one to subtly bring it up eleven months into your marriage.

You remained silent for few seconds, which concerned Jaemin enough to make him raise his head from your chest and look at you, “I was just jok—

“That’s actually a funny thing to ask right after putting your jizz inside me.” You cut him off. Your eyes followed the movements of his fingers on your arms which seemed to halt. “I’m kidding!”

“I really thought you were mad at me for a second, fuck.”

“To answer your question, I’ve thought about it once I guess.” You cupped his cheeks, “What about you?”

“Me?” Jaemin sighed in relief before continuing. “Yeah, maybe a girl.” He hugged you tighter underneath the comforter, bringing you closer as a stream of rain continued splattering on the window and then a bolt of lightning lit up the bedroom.

“That sounds nice.”

You chuckled at the way Jaemin nuzzled into the crook of your neck. He looked ethereal, the sight of him in the post-sex glow, disheveled hair as he implied that he wanted to start a family with you. You hated to admit it but that foolish smile of his suddenly made you forget about all those fears. Jaemin was the love of your life and if there was any doubt in your mind, they’d recede into surefire promises.

“I can’t imagine demons that happen to look like you running around the house.”

“You’re already thinking about it.”

“Yeah, you should knock me up.”

“Oh my god, wait—” Jaemin raised his head from your chest to look at you again. Your eyes widened when he started chuckling. “It’s gonna happen when it’s meant to happen. You’re the one who’s gonna give birth, not me.”

“I was just messing with you!”

“You’ve given me two mini heart attacks within the last five minutes.”

“Sorry…” You cooed and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Jaemin was right but that didn’t stop you from overcoming your fear and you were certain he probably just planted a seed at the back of your head. Sure, you were not in any rush but the thought didn’t sound as terrifying anymore, not when you’d have to go through it with your husband.

“Go to sleep.” You took a peek at the alarm clock on the bedside table again.

“We should’ve just gone to sleep earlier…” Jaemin said through a yawn. “It’s raining and I can’t even sleep peacefully in the morning.”

“You started it.”

“Don’t point fingers at me now, you’re the one who wanted to ride my dick.”

“Fuck you, like seriously.”

Jaemin giggled, raising his head to catch your lips with his own in reply as he kissed you with passion, which you returned with enthusiasm. The kiss deepened as he was eager to thank you for every single thing you’ve done to make him feel special, appreciated, and loved. “I love you,” He whispered, suddenly overcome with the desperation to make sure you knew that in the middle of the night. “So, so much.”

You softly placed a kiss on his forehead. “I love you too.”

The next morning Jaemin immediately regretted staying up till 3 AM, being a sappy fool in love. Shoving a toast down his throat and barely getting the time to kiss you goodbye, he was late but at least grateful for the quiet environment of the hospital hallways. The quiet and cold hallways gave him enough time every morning to enjoy his caffeine in peace before heading into the trauma center for the day or wherever he was needed.

He sipped on his iced americano, praying that it kept him alive till the evening, and pulled his white lab coat over the light blue shirt, taking a look at himself in the locker’s tiny mirror beaming with pride. Jeno sat behind him, half asleep on the chair, mindlessly scrolling through his phone and sipping on his coffee.

“Our Doctor Na is late again,” a voice spoke behind Jaemin, which made him look over his shoulder. “Good morning, Jeno.” Donghyuck was standing at the door with his hands on his hips as Minjeong sipped on her coffee behind him. “This is his second time this week!”

“First of all, I’m exactly 5 minutes late.” Jaemin defended himself before returning to the mirror to fix the collar of his coat. “Second of all, this is actually my first time this week.”

“Leave the poor man alone. He’s not even that late.” Minjeong chuckled from behind Donghyuck and took a seat on the uncomfortable chairs the hospital had placed in these rooms.

“No, Minjeong, I need to know what his excuse this time is.” Donghyuck’s taunting made the three of them chuckle. “So, Dr. Na, what is it this time? What was it last time—

“Traffic.” Jeno interjected. “It was crowded on the streets, I don’t blame him.”

“Why are you both ganging up on me? Don’t you guys have a shift now?” Jaemin interjected to change the topic. He knew Donghyuck enough to know that he wouldn’t let this go till he got behind it.

“I’ll deal with my shift later.” Donghyuck shook his head. “Now, you tell me. Why are you late?”

“Why do you wanna know?” Both Jeno and Minjeong ask in unison.

“Jinx.”

“Because I’m nosy as fuck.” Donghyuck retorted curtly, making both Minjeong and Jeno exhale harshly through their noses hard as they masked their laughter. “Quick, I have got an appointment, Jaehyun’s gonna beat my ass.”

“Hyuck, you know, you’re too aggressive for a pediatrician sometimes,” Minjeong commented which earned her a death glare from Donghyuck.

“Na Jaemin, please…”

Jaemin shoots a terrifying glare back at her before quickly returning to face Donghyuck, who has a sweet smile plastered on his face. “I’m going to my ca—

Donghyuck interrupted Jaemin yet again, “Minjeong, and Jeno, are you thinking what I’m thinking.” He looked up and started examining Jaemin up and down. “This man fought with his wife in the morning.”

Minjeong burst out in laughter followed by Jeno and Donghyuck. Jaemin stood in the center of the room with his fingers on his temples, as the three laughed uncontrollably. “Guys, stop.”

“Wait, really?”

“No! Why would I fight with Y/N?”

“What is it?”

“Wait a damn minute,” Donghyuck squinted, coming closer to eye Jaemin’s neck. “Fuck, sorry for bringing up your—” He fake coughed, “fun activities at home.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Don’t you see the hickey? At least cover it up with your collar properly.” Donghyuck started taunting him while Minjeong continued laughing. “Minjeong, you won’t believe me when I say this. Jeno couldn’t sleep because of him and his girlfriend back then.”

"Who told you that?"

"Jeno did."

“Lee Jen—

“His wife or an ex?” Minjeong curiously interrupted Jaemin and Donghyuck looked like he was having the time of his life airing Jaemin’s business out early in the morning. Jaemin glanced back at Jeno who refused to look at him in the eye.

“Of course it’s Y/N, his high school girlfriend of 2 years dumped him 6 months into college.” Donghyuck remarked as Jaemin stood in the corner glaring at him in silence.

“Dude, you know way too much.” Minjeong furrowed her eyebrows. “How in the world do you know all these?”

“Jaemin told me himself.”

“Forget it,” Jaemin muttered and glanced at Jeno who was looking at him apologetically. He fixed his collar hesitantly, hoping that all of them, especially Donghyuck, would eventually forget about this incident and go on about their days. “It’s 9:25 right now.” He added, giving them a small reminder.

“I need to go!” Minjeong stood up suddenly, and downed her coffee before throwing the disposable plastic cup in the trash. “And Jaemin, please cover it up.” She warned before closing the door behind her.

“Goodbye, I’m leaving as well.” Jaemin gave Donghyuck a mischievous smile as he slammed the door shut, leaving Donghyuck alone in the room with Jeno to clean up the table.

"You're not coming?'' Donghyuck asked Jeno.

Jeno stifled a yawn, "I have a surgery at 10:30, let me take a nap till 10."

"Don't tell me you were having sex asw—sorry!"

"Fuck off Hyuck, let me just nap."

"Why does everyone seem to have such an active sex life?" Donghyuck muttered to himself. "I just pass out when I go home."

"Lee fucking Donghyuck, I swear, just leave."

The door swung open, almost slamming into Donghyuck’s face just when he was about to open it himself. “Um, hello. Is Dr. Lee here?” The new general surgeon questioned, the one who was so intimidating, the energy she radiated almost too elegant.

“I’m Dr. Lee…”

“Lee Jeno?”

“Oh yeah. He’s here.” Donghyuck moved aside and she walks into the room slowly, bowing her head politely as a gesture to thank him in the process.

Donghyuck shrugged and hurriedly threw away his cup, organized the table, and jogged down the hallway to catch up with Jaemin’s pace, gaining some confused looks from the interns and nurses who walked by. Donghyuck apologetically mumbled a few sorrys before catching up with Jaemin.

“You walk way too fast for my liking…” Donghyuck tried to catch his breath when Jaemin finally stopped in front of the elevators.

“Guess I have long legs.” Jaemin remarked with a sarcastic tone.

“Are you going to your chamber?” Donghyuck still huffed and puffed, trying to stabilize his breath.

“Nope, dialysis unit.”

“Oh.” Donghyuck hummed, the two of them slightly bowed when a small group of nurses passed by the two of them. “Were you actually being serious on Friday?” He added and Jaemin stopped in his tracks. He didn’t even know what Donghyuck was talking about but he surely blamed the influence of alcohol for blabbering in front of Lee Donghyuck out of everyone because now Lee Jeno and Kim Minjeong were probably aware of everything as well. Jaemin loved Donghyuck, he really did, but sometimes he wished his best friend knew how to keep his mouth shut.

“Oh.” Jaemin scratched the back of his neck. “About what?”

“Are you fuc—“ Donghyuck lowered his voice when the elevator door opened and a nurse walked out with a patient in a wheelchair. “You forgot?”

“I think so…” Jaemin mumbled and pressed the button to the 9th floor. “What did I say?” He looked at Donghyuck with a puzzled expression.

“You’re impossible.” Donghyuck groaned, making Jaemin chuckle lightly. “You were supposed to pay for my breakfast today. My beautiful wife had cereal for me today and I didn’t have it for you.”

Jaemin arched his brow. “Cereal?”

“Yeah, cereal. Got a problem with that?”

“Nope, absolutely not.”

“Don’t tell me you already had your breakfast…” Donghyuck glanced at him and his expression soured when he noticed Jaemin had started sneering. “I’m dragging you to the 12th floor anyways. I’m hungry as shit.”

“I have-”

“You’re paying.” Donghyuck pressed the button to the 12th floor with a scowl on his face.

“Fine.”

Donghyuck took his sweet time eyeing all the sandwiches and wraps through the glass. Jaemin on the other hand never understood why his coworkers seemed to be obsessed with the cafe at the hospital of all places. Sure, they had great americano which was enough to satisfy his caffeine fix for the day but he was never fascinated by the avocado egg sandwich which Donghyuck liked so much.

“You’re not having anything?”

“I already had breakfast,” Jaemin replied apologetically, and mentally he blamed the bottles of soju he downed after work on Friday. He wasn’t the best when it came to his alcohol tolerance and it wasn’t a surprise that he didn’t even remember telling that to Donghyuck. “Is Jeno coming?” Jaemin added.

“Right.” Sarcasm rolled off his tongue as he proceeded to order his regular avocado egg sandwich and pointed his thumb behind him at Jaemin when the cashier asked whether he would be interested to pay with cash or card. “Jeno has a laparotomy at 10:30, he said he was gonna take a nap till 10.”

Jaemin sighed and pulled his black leather wallet from his pocket to search for his credit card. His actions halted for a few seconds when his eyes fell on the picture of you from years ago, the one he always forgot to replace with a recent picture. It was a picture Jaemin took on your first anniversary — you had the biggest smile on your face, probably laughing at something stupid he had said. Curiosity got the best of Donghyuck and he peeked over his shoulder to see what Jaemin was eyeing so intently with a fond smile. Jaemin seemed to notice his friend snooping and he quickly pulled his card out, handing it over to the poor cashier.

“So, you’ve got a picture of Y/N in your wallet.” Donghyuck started as the two made their way to the back of the cafe, usually reserved for the hospital staff away from the patrons.

“You’re so nosy.” Jaemin rolled his eyes and unscrewed the cap of the water bottle he purchased for himself earlier. “I’ve had that picture for years now. I’m surprised you just saw it today.”

“I don’t go through people’s wallets.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Don’t you have surgeries today?” Donghyuck ate his sandwich and strolled across the floor to the dialysis unit area behind Jaemin, flashing a smile at an older nurse, “Wait, why are you here?”

“I have a cute little patient here, the curative surgery from last month. They had to shift her here for an emergency dialysis last night, her potassium levels kept rising.” Jaemin opened the door, greeting the nurses on duty followed by Donghyuck who did the same.

“Is it Son Jinah?”

“Hmm.” Jaemin hummed, “I’m kinda worried, her condition is slowly deteriorating every day.”

“There’s nothing we can do.” Donghyuck slowly patted Jaemin at the back. “I’m leaving then, thanks for the breakfast. I’ll pay for your lunch later!” Jaemin nodded in response and Donghyuck walked back out of the door, his silhouette visible on the frosted doors before he disappeared into the hallways of the dialysis unit.

Jaemin sighed and approached his patient, with the brightest smile on his face. He sat down by the bed and extended his hand to pat his patient on the head, trying to gain some attention from the seven year old girl named Jinah.

“Good morning. How are you feeling?” Jaemin gave her a sweet smile. He loved the children at the hospital, his colleagues often joked about how he treated them like they were his own children. Truthfully, it broke his heart to see them like that, he felt helpless. He hated watching vulnerable families in distraught every single day, knowing he couldn’t do anything.

Jinah was looking out of the window staring at the newly bloomed green leaves of the spring on trees right outside the window. Her ears perked up when she heard the voice of her favorite Doctor Na.

“Doctor Na! Good morning.” Jinah pouted. “I just finished having my breakfast, they gave me an apple today!”

“Did you finish eating everything?” Jaemin glanced at Jinah’s catheter on her neck and watched the blood flow through the two tubes which lead to the dialysis machine. Jinah just turned 7 years old a month ago, her birthday being celebrated at the hospital while she continues to suffer from leukaemia for 10 months now. Jaemin only met her recently when he was assigned to perform a tumor removal surgery on her.

“Yes, I did!” She kept nodding, making sure Jaemin saw. He quickly glanced at her and gave her a small smile before going back to skimming through her blood test reports. “They also gave me rice with seaweed soup and kimchi.”

“Good girl, I’ll come to visit you in the evening, okay?” Jaemin looked up from the files on his hand again and looked at her apologetically. “I’ve got work today, sorry.” He pouted.

“Promise you’re gonna visit later?”

“Promise!”

AUGUST 9

jaemin: baby are you still at work

y/n: im leaving in 5. packing rn

y/n: why

jaemin: do we have leftovers

y/n: we finished it all in the morning 😞

y/n: ill cook rice and smth later

jaemin: dont im stopping at the chinese

restaurant

jaemin: im getting spring rolls for

u aswell dont worry 🥺

y/n: oh i was just gonna tell u to

get spring rolls

jaemin: hah

y/n: love you

jaemin: love you too

Jaemin came home after you with a bag full of brown takeaway boxes and a bouquet of pink peonies again. Before you could interrogate him about the flower bouquet, he dropped everything on the kitchen countertop and ran into the master bedroom to change, only stopping to greet Yiseul on his way.

“What’s up with these flowers every other day?” You asked while dividing the spring roll portions and glanced at the beautiful pink peonies sitting on the other side of the counter. Jaemin almost didn’t pay attention to what you were saying at first because one, he hadn’t eaten the entire day, thanks to an emergency appendectomy right before lunch time and two, those wontons were too good. You were taking your sweet time picking through the box of wontons between you two on the countertop. “Where’s all this romance coming from?”

“Okay, let me explain.” Jaemin chuckled and put his chopsticks down on the plate. “There’s a new florist shop nearby— pretty and big. They got these descriptions and all beside all the flowers on display. And you like peonies anyway so I just buy them, it’s 2 minutes away from the hospital anyway.”

“But I don’t—

“You don’t like them?” Jaemin almost choked on spring rolls, you giggled and passed him a glass of water.

“You didn’t even let me finish,” you laughed, watching him stare at you in disbelief. “I do like peonies, I just don’t remember telling you. You always got me roses in college so I just assumed I never mentioned.”

“You told me once before we even started dating. I never got you peonies back then cause these flowers are fucking expensive. I only got you six stems on our first anniversary and that shit cost $60.” Jaemin raised his chopsticks and pointed at one of the takeaway boxes beside you. “Pass the chow mein.”

You passed the box and took a couple of bites from the wonton in front of you. Jaemin must’ve eaten nothing today, you thought, because he was devouring the chow mein in front of you like a starved man. “Why did you skip lunch today?” You suddenly voiced concern.

“How’d you know?”

“You just—I can tell.”

“I had an appendectomy today right before lunch break. A damn emergency surgery and I’m literally the only one free at that time.” Jaemin shoved another wonton into his mouth. “Then the scheduled appointments started again, I didn’t get time for lunch.”

“You could have texted me, I would’ve gotten the food on the way instead.”

“I had coffee if that makes you feel any better.”

“Are you fucking se— you know what, do whatever makes you happy.” You chewed down a piece of spring roll as you mumbled. “I just don’t want you to get sick two days before your birthday, you overwork yourself.”

“Ah, my birthday.” Jaemin put his chopsticks down again and scratched the back of his neck. “Fuck, I’m old as shit. I even forgot about my own birthday.”

“Fucking hell, I’m so worried about you sometimes. For someone who’s a physician, you really don’t give a shit about your own health.”

Jaemin chuckled lightly. “I’m fine. I should be the one worried about you. How was work today? I forgot to ask, sorry.”

“Just meetings and some construction sightings.” You sighed and set chopsticks aside, taking a sip of water before continuing. “I think my client Mr. Park didn’t like my layout. So, I’m just gonna redesign after we clean these up.”

“When’s the next meeting with Park?”

“Hmm, next week.”

“Then, you’re going to sleep early today. No questions asked.”

A sudden realization hit you like a truck. You were in fact married to Na Jaemin, one of the kindest beings you had ever met in your life. Despite majoring in two different subjects and classrooms five buildings away, Jaemin always made sure to walk you to your building every morning for your 8 AM lectures after both of your Starbucks runs. You were forever going to be grateful to your friends, Donghyuck and Aeri for forcing you out of the library one evening because you found both love and friendship in this man who is addicted to caffeine just like you, loved to cook and an avid shopaholic — it was still impossible to wrap your head around the fact that you were indeed married to your best friend.

You drew your lip between your teeth, almost sullen. “I just—

“Hmm?”

“Just…” You sighed and took another bite of wonton.

Jaemin put his chopsticks down and waited patiently but it looked like time had frozen for him until he got an answer out of you, something outside of fragmented stuttering. “Just..?”

“Jus— please don’t think I’m crazy.” You sighed again. “I can’t believe I’m married to you now. It’s just— I once told Aeri ‘I’m gonna marry this dude’ as a joke not even two months into dating because you walked me home in the rain.”

Jaemin laughed for the first time tonight, not a light chuckle but a sincere laugh. “You should’ve told me earlier that the bare minimum got you worked up like that. I wouldn’t have been running to the other side of the town to get you poké bowls every two weeks.”

“Don’t speak to your wife like that.” You threw the closest napkin you found around you on the countertop at him. “It’s your turn to do the dishes today.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Good luck. I can help you with the mugs maybe.”

“Thank you wifey,” Jaemin winked, earning an eye roll from you in return as he started piling up the takeaway boxes on top of each other to dispose of them. “Green tea before bed today?”

“Sure.”

AUGUST 13

You woke up slowly to the sun shining faintly through the window and the sound of birds chirping outside. Slowly opening your eyes and looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table, the bright bold red numbers showed that it was 6:52 AM. Rolling over, expecting to see the birthday boy still fast asleep, you were met with the empty and cold side of the bed instead.

Your head felt heavy when you crawled out of the bed, however, a headache was the last thing to worry about right now— instead, you blamed the melatonin pill you took last night and started wondering where your husband might be. At first, you assumed it was an emergency from the hospital but that assumption was quickly refuted when you saw Jaemin’s phone charging on the bedside table. Walking out of the bedroom, you found both Jaemin and Yiseul in the kitchen. He was clad only in his grey sweatpants, and had his head bowed over a small mixing bowl as he stirred the contents inside along with a pot of coffee brewing on the counter. Yiseul on the other hand was basking in the sunlight near the window. You smiled at the sight, and leaned against the doorframe to watch but then it hit you — it was Jaemin’s fucking birthday and you had been making a mental note since the start of this month to surprise him with breakfast on bed.

“What in the world are you doing?" You asked, making Jaemin jump. “I was gonna make breakfast for you…”

Jaemin dropped the mixer and dramatically clutched his chest with his left hand. “Not even a happy birthday or good morning for me?”

You planned out an entire schedule for Jaemin’s birthday two weeks ago. Starting with waking up 40 minutes earlier than usual to replicate a heart shaped toast with eggs which you saw on Pinterest, pick up tiramisu on your way home from work because he isn’t the biggest fan of cakes and then finally a candlelit dinner later in the evening at a fine dining restaurant. You were so close to accomplishing the first goal before you walked out of the bedroom and saw Jaemin in the kitchen.

“Happy birthday, my oldie.”

"Good morning to you too.” He snorted, taking a peek at the clock on the wall. “You woke up early today, congratulations.”

Ignoring his snarky comment, you walked into the kitchen and placed a chaste kiss on his lips out of instinct. “Give me the bowl.” Jaemin shot you a look before you clarify, “It’s your birthday baby. I wanted to get you some breakfast in bed.”

“Y/N, we’re too old for that. Birthdays are only fun when you’re young, free, and 20.” Jaemin frowns softly, resuming to stir the pancake mixture.

“We’re in our late-twenties, not 60.” You hit him on the shoulders. “Besides, don’t you remember my 23rd birthday? We were drunk as shit and ended up fucking in the club’s bathroom.”

“Didn’t you also throw up on my bed later when I dragged you back to my place?” Jaemin reminisced about that night from 6 years ago. You nodded and a chuckle escaped his lips, “I started freaking out because, what the fuck do you do when your drunk girlfriend of only a few months throws up on your bed.”

“Baby, you just proved my point. Birthdays are amazing now.” A smug grin appears on your face, happy that you have won a silly argument. “Can you please pass me the bowl?”

“You’re supposed to let the birthday boy be happy and making breakfast for my wife makes me happy.” Jaemin gave you a cheeky smile. “Now leave the fucking kitchen.”

“Do whatever makes you happy, I’m not leaving.” You stood behind him and wrapped your arms around his bare torso from the back. You watched him pour the batter onto the greased pan and once he was on the waiting step of the process, you pressed a kiss to his cheek with a mumbled compliment on how good it smelled.

Jaemin’s shirt on you nearly covered the shorts you were wearing, and he recognized it as the one he took off before bed. He turned his head and you giggled at the attack of kisses on one side of your face.

"Weren’t you wearing something else last night?" Jaemin questions before turning around and flipping the pancake.

“Yeah, I changed after I finished working. You were already snoring by then.” You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder. “You didn’t notice when you woke up?”

“You were literally buried under the comforter, like a cocoon when I woke up.” Jaemin turned his head again to place a kiss on top of your head. “You need to stop staying up late every nigh—

“Just flip the pancake!”

"Or what?" He challenged.

"Or we’re gonna end up starving." You kicked at his leg as he continued laughing and turned to the fridge for fruits. Jaemin moved to the sink to rinse and slice them. You on the other hand took over the stove to flip the pancake.

"It’s done.”

“Y/N, wait a minute, let me make scrambled eggs as well.” Jaemin already has the eggs in a bowl as he whisks them with a fork. “We need to have some protein!”

“Here comes Doctor Na,” you laughed while arranging the plates on the table. “I’m not having eggs, I feel sick.”

“Why, what happened?” Jaemin’s eyes are widened as he looks at you in concern. “Are you o—

“Don’t. My head kinda hurts, it's probably the melatonin.”

“You never listen to me. I’ve been saying stop working late at night, it’s not worth i—

“Okay, okay!”

“I’m serious, Y/N.”

“I will, don’t worry.” You assured him and placed a kiss on his temple. “Life is so hard when you have a doctor at home.”

Your words elicited a chuckle out of Jaemin. You noticed the dark circles under his eyes, etching a permanent exhaustion into him you were so used to seeing. You wonder if he saw the same on your face too, especially recently since taxing clients have literally been dumped on you with a deadline.

Jaemin stood in the doorway to ICU near Jinah’s room, and he could already feel his lower lip tremble slightly at the thought of what picture would lay beyond the door, in the hospital bed. Jaemin was informed that Jinah had a stroke the night before right after entering the premises of the hospital and was immediately rushed to the ICU.

She looked so fragile, broken, and every bit of Jaemin started shattering into pieces. Jinah was currently unconscious; and he suddenly remembered telling her his birthday was today a week ago. A nurse brought Jinah to Jaemin’s consulting room one afternoon a week prior during his lunch break because she wouldn’t shut up about her favorite Doctor Na.

“Who’s that?” Jinah pointed at the small photo frame beside Jaemin’s computer in between the plants he always had on his desk. He curiously followed the direction of her sight and it was a picture of you and him from your honeymoon in Bali— both of you in sunglasses, smiling brightly under the sun.

“That’s my wife.” Jaemin grinned at her, who was sitting across from him in her wheelchair. “Isn’t she pretty like our Jinah?”

Jinah giggled, “I want to meet her one day when I’m not sick anymore!”

“She would love to meet you, Jinah. I already told her about you a few days ago!” Deep down Jaemin knew it was impossible when her condition kept getting worse every single day and he was ultimately met with his fears this morning.

Upon noticing Jinah’s family, Jaemin decided not to enter the room. He watched her through the window, an oxygen mask on her face, hundreds of pipes attached to her tiny, fragile body. The heart monitor continued to beep beside the bed — Jaemin knew there’s not much time left, that’s what everyone and the oncologist Kang Seulgi predicted. The cancer had already spread everywhere, resulting in ischemic stroke. Soon enough it will spread to her CNS and she will be gone.

“I just heard they might put her on life support if she doesn’t respond within the next 24 hours.” Jaemin flinched at the sudden familiar voice behind him which belonged to Jeno.

“When did you come?”

“Just now. I went to your room and you weren’t there.” Jeno shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat. “Yeseo at the reception said you might be here.”

“Yeah, I was about to leave.” Jaemin rested his back against the cold walls and looked at Jeno. “Is anyone looking for me? I left my phone in my room.”

“Yeah, kinda.” Jeno scratched the back of his neck. “Come with me.”

Glancing at Jinah one last time through the window, Jaemin followed Jeno out of the ICU unit. He was aware of the fact that he couldn’t do anything — it was a part of his job to say goodbye to these people at the end of the day and there was no point in sulking at that moment. He soon forgot about everything when he entered his consulting chamber and was met with Donghyuck, Minjeong, and a few other staff, surprising him with a small brownie and a few balloons. Remembering it was his birthday, he started looking forward to spending the evening with you instead.

After a long day, from a minor surgery to a woman hitting on him during a check up till she saw the ring on his finger — Jaemin was finally free and on his way to the restaurant texted him when suddenly he received a text from you. He pulled his phone out of his pocket when the car stopped at the red light to respond to the series of texts you had sent just now.

y/n: im so fucking sorry

y/n: im stuck with the

managers at a meeting

jaemin: oh

jaemin: do i cancel the

reservation?

y/n: i'm so sorry

jaemin: no it’s fine

i’m tired as fuck

jaemin: come home quick, ill

make fried rice and we can

watch a movie 😘

jaemin: i love you

y/n: i love you too i’m

so sorry

y/n: ive got your tiramisu btw

jaemin: just come home quickly

It’s 8:30 PM and Jaemin exhaled deeply before he made a short phone call to cancel the reservation at the restaurant. He drove home when it was nearing 9 while listening to his favorite playlist, placed the peonies he got for you in a white vase, got changed, cooked a small portion of fried rice for himself with whatever he found inside the fridge and waited patiently for you while slowly petting Yiseul on his lap in the dimly lit living room. The Netflix show on the TV only worked as a background noise as Jaemin forced himself to stay awake.

“Happy birthday,” A voice slowly whispered and Jaemin felt a pair of lips on his forehead. “I got peonies for you this time!”

Jaemin’s eyes slowly opened, and he yawned as he rubbed his eyes. “Oh, you’re home.” He stifled yet another yawn, “What time is it?”

“10:30 PM.” You said flatly. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I fucked up, it’s your bi—

“I’m actually glad we didn’t go out for dinner.” Jaemin interrupted and gave you a tired smile. “I’m way too tired today, I just wanna cuddle you to sleep.”

“Still, it’s your birthday…”

“Which I’m spending with you right now,” Jaemin placed his phone on the coffee table, next to two cups and a teapot. One of them is half full with green tea, while the other is clean and empty. “Get changed, I made chamomile tea again because it suddenly clicked that you had a headache.”

“Jaem—

“How is your headache now?”

“I took paracetamol in the evening, I’m good now.” You assured him.

“Sure?”

“Yes, I’ll be back in 10 mins!”

A random movie played on the TV, and the two of you were tangled up on your couch with Yiseul on the other couch, half-watching the show and complaining about how unrealistic this show was as you passed the box of tiramisu back and forth.

“Did you take lactaid?” You were always concerned about the poor man beside you, who happened to suffer from lactose intolerance yet decided to indulge in dairy every once in a while.

“I actually did,” Jaemin replied after shoving the last bit of tiramisu in his mouth, he paused to chew before speaking again. “I was having the chocolate ice cream we had at the back of the fridge earlier.”

“How was work?” You got up, leaving Jaemin alone on the couch, and made your way towards the kitchen to throw away the empty dessert box in the trash.

“Kinda— very shitty.” Jaemin heaved a sigh, “Jinah isn’t doing well, she’s at the ICU right now.”

“Fuck, what happened?” You stopped in your tracks behind the counter. He loved that little girl, as if she was his daughter. His eyes sparkled with joy every time he mentioned her randomly during dinner or showed you a selfie of the two of them.

“She had a stroke, I really don’t know much honestly. Forget it.” He said, a small smile spread across his tired face as he threw his head back on the couch. “The staff got me brownies today because I made a special announcement to not get cakes for me after Renjun’s birthday disaster.”

You gasped as soon as the words left Jaemin’s lips. “Fuck, let me get your present.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” Jaemin shot you a confused look, letting a small smile quirk at his lip as you continued to beam up at him.

“Of course I did...it’s just something little, I promise.”

Jaemin sighed at your explanation, rolling his eyes at your undisturbed excitement, and shook his head with a small laugh when you raised your eyebrows at him. He knew there’s no point in arguing with you.

“Just wait for 10 seconds, I’ll bring it out,” You smiled and planted a chaste kiss to his lips before scurrying away towards the bedroom. You rushed to your side of the closet, pulling the neatly wrapped box from behind the well-stocked row of clothes hanging inside the wide doors and putting the package behind your back as you shuffled back to the living room.

“Close your eyes.” You laughed, pouting at him when he gave you an annoyed look. “Please?”

You smirked when Jaemin complied, crossing his arms and relaxing on the couch as you made your way over to him. “What is it?”

“Jesus, you’re so impatient,” you plopped down on the couch next to him and placed the box in his lap. “Open your eyes!”

You held down another goofy smile when Jaemin opened his eyes, picking up the box in his lap and jokingly examining it. You playfully pushed on his shoulder and encouraged him to just get on with it, drawing your knees up to your chest to rest your chin on your bent legs as he tore the wrapping paper away. He wasted no time in opening the box, a fond smile taking over his features as his eyes scanned the black button-up shirt in front of him.

“Thank you, I love it!” Jaemin turned his head to look at you, leaning in to press a quick kiss on your cheeks.

“You might want to wear it and see if it fits you, I bought it online.” You casually replied, trying to hold down your thrill that threatened to ruin the actual surprise.

Jaemin followed your suggestion and pulled the shirt from the box, eyes narrowing when he noticed another box tucked underneath the clothing. “What’s this now?” He chuckled, making you let out your own giggle as he dropped the shirt on the couch to grab the real present.

“Just open it. I know you will love it.”

Jaemin gave you an incredulous look before slipping the lid off, mouth curling into an unbelieving smile as he pulled the silver necklace with two small rings as the pendant from the small cushion it sat on. “You didn’t have to do this, baby,” He stuttered, running the cold metal along with his fingers.

“Shh, you deserve it,” You quietly responded and felt your heart practically skip a beat when Jaemin turned his head to look at you. You watched as his fingers fiddle the clasp open and you understood his silent request when he held out the necklace to you.

“I love you,” Jaemin whispered, leaning in to capture your lips in a gentle kiss and pulling your hips further down against his. You sighed into the kiss when he suddenly picked you up and placed you on his lap and you flexed your fingers against his shoulders. He pulled away, the sweet moment almost ruined for you when his hands greedily squeezed at your thighs. “Any other surprises for me?”

“Actually, there are two more presents,” You smirked, letting your hands slide from his shoulders to rest against his chest. “One, for now, another one for tomorrow morning.”

“Morning?”

“I’m taking you out on a brunch date.”

“Understandable. What’s now then?”

“Oh trust me, you’re gonna love it.”

“Fuck,” Jaemin threw his head and replied back in a low voice, irises thinning as his pupils expanded with the implications of your suggestive words. “What could that be?”

“You’re gonna love it,” You innocently replied, scurrying out of his lap while holding down a smile when Jaemin seemed taken aback by your language.

“I think I know where this is going.” You ignored him and kept a heated eye contact as you got down on your knees, cursing the hardness of the floor under your knees that you knew would make you sore tomorrow.

“Fuck, okay.”

You decided to take the initiative of pulling his sweatpants down, considering it was his birthday after all, and tried to control your rapidly increasing heartbeat when you pulled the clothing down his legs. It makes your mouth practically water to see his half-hard cock in front of your face, wasting no time in wrapping one hand around his length to slowly pump along his shaft.

“Why are you staring at the ceiling?”

Jaemin hissed. “You’ve got my dick in your hands!”

“This isn’t anything new.” You laughed as you continued to slowly pump along his shaft. “I’ve been sucking your dick for the past 6 years!”

“I know…” His head snaps towards you with a glare. “How the fuck do you just stare at me when I’m going down on you? Be honest.”

“It’s hot.”

“A freak is what you are.”

“I wasn’t the one buying shit like nipple clamps and vibrators.” You shot back at him, making him raise his head from the couch to look at you.

Jaemin waved his hand around in defense, “It was experimental and you liked it!”

“Yes I did, shut up.”

“No, you shut u—” Jaemin’s breath hitched and his head lolled back as you took him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. His hips thrusted forward involuntarily, pushing him further into your mouth, and you braced yourself on his thighs.

Jaemin hissed out a few curses, and his hands found themselves in your hair, his fingers gently running through them. Your eyes flicked back up to see his chest heaving and he used his hand to gather your hair away from your face, allowing him to see exactly what you were doing — even though he was being bashful about it earlier. You kept your eyes on him as you got to work, pulling away for a brief second just to drag his sweatpants a little further down his legs to give you better access.

Setting up a steady rhythm, you used a hand on the rest of his cock, slicking it with your saliva, before sliding down to play with his balls. You loved the feel of him which was very familiar to you by now. This wasn’t the first time you’d lovingly traced every inch of him with your tongue. But it never got old, and you could never get enough of him.

Admittedly, you would love the feeling of him even more somewhere else and you clenched just thinking about it. But right now this was more than fine, and you lost yourself for a moment, forgetting that you two were in the living room rather than the bedroom where you preferred to perform these activities. All you focused on was Jaemin; his taste, his scent, concentrating on using your tongue and breathing through your nose, letting the swelling head of his cock hit the back of your throat. Jaemin’s breathing grew harsher, his body tensed like a coil ready to spring, and you knew he was close. The hands in your hair clenched tighter, and you sped up, bobbing up and down on his cock with deliberate movements, moaning around him.

“Y/N…” Jaemin’s voice was strained and you knew that was his warning that he was close to his release. When he did, it was powerful, his body jerking forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat again as he spurted his release in hot waves. You kept your mouth on him, swallowing every last drop as best you could, still watching his face.

Jaemin looked ethereal– his head thrown back in pleasure, his mouth open wide in a silent moan, all those muscles in his arms flexing and straining. He was still holding your hair tightly, but slowly his hands unclenched to smooth out your hair.

When he finally relaxed, you pulled away from him, delicately wiping your mouth and licking your lips. Jaemin opened his eyes and gently cupped your cheek, a sated grin on his face.

“What?” You locked eyes with him as you shifted onto his lap, smoothing your hands down his shoulders after you had secured it and holding in a breath when his hands settled on your mostly bare thighs - the lacking fabric of your shorts mixed with the position not leaving much to the imagination when you were practically dripping on his lap.

“How did cum get on my t-shirt?” Jaemin pointed at the white stain near the hem of his black t-shirt.

You wiggled your brows, “I wiped my hand on it.”

Jaemin gave you that look which made you giggle for a second before leaning in to capture your lips in a kiss, tasting himself and pulling your hips further down against his. You moaned into the kiss and pulled away when his hands unashamedly trailed over to your ass. “You’re so beautiful…”

You teased him. “Don’t be sappy now. I had your dick in my mouth not even two minutes ago.”

“Why do you ruin everything…” Jaemin trailed off when you pulled your t-shirt over your head, throwing it somewhere behind you in the living room. You were glad you had chosen to forget your bra after changing earlier. Excitement and arousal coursing through your body as you settled on his lap, legs resting around him. You used your arms to push your tits together while staring at Jaemin with mock innocence in your gaze, feeling a sense of pride when his cock twitched against your clothed core at the sight and taking it as a sign to resume your activities.

“Bedroom.” Jaemin shot back in a low voice, irises thinning as his pupils expanded.

“Can’t you just put your dick inside me here?” You shifted on his lap against his lap, hoping that the slight friction will make you feel at ease.

“Nope,” A sly grin crossed his face and you suddenly yelped when Jaemin stood up on his feet and picked you up bridal style to carry you to the bedroom. When your back hit against the cool mattress Jaemin immediately pulled his shirt over his head and hovered above you, and you knew the night just began. Not that you were complaining, it was his birthday after all.

AUGUST 14

The morning light filtered into the room, soft and warm. Enough to wake Jaemin up before the obnoxious alarm went off. The sunlight was almost blaring at him through the curtains, sunshine much brighter than it was through the thin white curtains of your shared bedroom — though the blinds are partially closed.

Trying to not wake you up beside him, Jaemin sneaked away from your arms for a quick trip to the bathroom followed by quietly opening the closet to grab the first pair of sweatpants he could find. You groaned and moved a little from the rustling, but weren’t phased by how he had to move away from the tight grip you had around his waist even in your sleep. Jaemin smiled to himself when he heard you continuing to snore lightly.

He made his way under the warm covers after wearing his sweatpants and back to you as he crawled over your body to wrap himself around your left side carefully. Jaemin’s lips brushed against your forehead in a feather-like kiss, before he settled back in and laid there to admire you.

You looked so peaceful to him, taking even breaths of air, letting out quiet snores through your partially opened mouth, and completely bare of any clothes. You stirred briefly, unconsciously cuddling closer to Jaemin. His eyes fell on the diamond wedding ring glimmering on your ring finger against his chest. The movement made your hair tickle against his nose, the scent of the shampoo you used a little stronger than before.

Jaemin laid like that for some time, drowsing happily while the person he loved the most in the world slept beside him. He’d have to wake you up eventually, if you didn’t do so on your own, but for the moment, he was content to stay like that, it was the weekend after all. You stirred again, sooner than he’d think you would.

"Morning.” Jaemin started, as he apologetically watched you yawn into your palm. "Did I wake you up?"

"Not really, I did hear you close the bathroom door.” You snuggled up to him, lying your face against his chest before smooching him on the cheek. When you slid your thigh up to lie on top of his left, he gave you a comforting kiss on the very top of your head. You loved the weekends, when you both had the time to bask in each other's body heat as you laid in silence in each other’s comfort without thinking about getting out of bed.

You lazily opened your eyes and it was too much for Jaemin to resist. He kissed you again, brief at first, and then kissed you again, and again, barely giving either of you a chance to breathe. It woke you up the rest of the way, and you responded with kisses of your own, though your shoulders shook with barely contained laughter.

You made a face at him, rolling your eyes in fond exasperation, and tried to pull away from him. His arm tightened around you, holding you firmly against him. “Last night wasn’t enough for you?” You gasped and chuckled when Jaemin rolled on top of you.

Jaemin passionately kissed you and pulled away to say, “It’s never enough.” His hardening length was poking at your thighs. One of your hands stayed at the nape of his neck, tickling the tiny hairs, while the other hand ran down his side and back to his hip.

You bucked your hips up to grind against him. You took your hand from his hip and placed it on the bulge through the sweatpants. Jaemin melted in your touch. He couldn’t get close enough and wanted more of you. You removed your hand and placed it around his neck, pulling his lips in for another kiss. He rolled his bulge against your bare pussy, relishing in the friction.

You felt his hot breath on your neck. He sucked on the skin, leaving marks for him to admire later. You removed his grip from your tits and guided his hand to your pussy where you needed him the most and your breath caught in your throat when you felt his fingers on you.

Jaemin’s finger found your clit and rubbed soft circles before sliding his finger down to your slick entrance. He wasted no time curling his finger to find your sweet spot. He loved to watch you cum undone beneath him. Jaemin added another finger to your wet pussy. He pumped them in and out at a rapid speed, “Oh my god, Jaem—” and you breathed out when he pulled out.

“What the fuck? I was gonna cum!”

“Damn that sucks.”

“It’s not gonna suck anymore when I make myself cum and just fall asleep while you’re gonna get blue balls.”

“Shhh, have some patience.” Jaemin wasn’t ready to give you what you wanted and you absolutely hated his habit of teasing you during sex. You felt the wetness on his fingers when he touched your legs. He placed both of his hands on your thighs and slowly, moved them up your body till they found their place on your hardened nipples, he took one of the buds in his mouth and his tongue started moving in circles around them. Jaemin softly pinched your nipple with his fingers and while his mouth was busy on the other. He kept his eyes glued to yours as he brought his other hand down to your pussy. He didn’t waste any more time before inserting the two fingers back into your hole while his mouth still worked on your nipples simultaneously. Your mouth widened, but a gasp was stuck in your throat.

“Are you close, baby?” Jaemin pulled away from your nipple with a pop sound and his lips moved against the skin of your neck. You didn’t have the ability to respond and you opted to nod instead.

Jaemin slowed his movements, and you groaned in frustration underneath him. He wasn’t wrong. Your walls pulsed around his fingers and you needed a release. “Don’t kill me.”

“Na Jaemin…this is the second fucking time.” You breathed out. “I’ll scream if I don’t get to cum within the next 2 minutes.”

“Don’t scream at 6 in the morning!”

“You’re so fucking annoying, let me just cum then!” You tested Jaemin for a moment, but when he started to pull his fingers out, you knew he wasn’t playing. “Wait, Jaemin. Don’t do that.” You kissed him just below the ear and you were satisfied because Jaemin gave in immediately when you gave him that look. His fingers moved inside of you again, quickly. His thumb was back on your clit. “Cum for me, baby.” He growled and that was enough for you.

Your back arched as you finally came around his fingers and your whole body shook. Jaemin took the moment to kiss you while feeling you cum undone. He took in the moans and kissed you through your orgasm. When your body finally relaxed, Jaemin lifted himself up to kiss you passionately again.

“Don’t wipe your hands on the bedsheet like last time.”

“I didn’t do that intentionally!”

“I don’t care, I still had to do that laundry!”

“Whatever.” Jaemin dramatically rolled his eyes and shifted onto his knees. “Can I…?”

“Can you what?” You looked at him with a confused expression. He discarded his sweatpants somewhere in the room and hovered above you, slowly stroking his cock as he kept his eyes fixated on you. Your eyes darted to his cock. “Are you asking if you can put your dick inside me or what?” You asked and Jaemin nodded while you tried and failed to hold in a laughter. “We’ve had sex so many times and you’re embarrassed to ask if you can stick your dick in me?”

“Yeah,” Jaemin shook his head. “It’s called being polite!”

You laughed and kissed his jawline as your fingers wrapped around cock. His precum was slick against your fingertips and you slowly picked up your speed. You listened to how disorganized his breathing had gotten. He jerked his hips up into your fist. His cock felt hard and hot against the palm of your hand. You gave his cock one last squeeze before Jaemin’s hand grabbed a hold of your wrist. It was such a fast movement that it startled you for a moment. He brought his legs up and pushed your hand off of his cock. “Shit, stop, stop.” His voice was weak. “I’m gonna cum.”

Jaemin rolled over on top of you. “Put your legs around my waist.” He said and pulled you closer. He took his stiff cock in his hand before thrusting it into your wet pussy. He pushed it in with a deep groan. Jaemin’s thrusts were slow and deep at first as kept trailing kisses down your neck till you whispered and told him to go faster. His balls hit your ass with every thrust and the two of you knew he wasn’t going to last long, he just wanted to cum inside of you and you wanted it too.

“Oh, fuck, Jaem.” You moaned as your fingers circled against your clit. You clenched around his cock and Jaemin came undone. He held back his moans in his throat as he spilled his seed inside of you. The groans that did escape his lips were music to your ears and sped up the process of your next orgasm. He pulled out of you just as you came, causing his cum to spill out of you as well. You let out a quiet giggle when you seemed to have calmed down.

Jaemin suddenly felt a little self-conscious. “Why are you laughing?”

You turned over, tangling your legs with his. It was sweaty, but he pulled you closer anyway. You kissed him on the lips. “Nothing. I just love you.”

He wrinkled his brows, “And you think that’s funny?” He couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh as well.

“No,” You smiled. “It makes me really happy.”

Jaemin smiled back, not that you saw the smile for long as your tired eyes drifted shut and you scooted down in the bed to lay your head on his chest. He kissed the top of your head, his mind feeling bombarded by the sense of unconditional love.

He sighed, squeezing your forearm, “We should get up.”

“It’s the weekend, baby.” You disagreed. “I’m not leaving the bed before midday.”

“Yeah.” Jaemin gave in, “but let me set an alarm for 10. It’s my turn to walk Yiseul today.” He moved above you to grab his phone from the nightstand. When he finally got under the covers again, you listened to his heartbeat until it faded somewhere while you drifted off to sleep.

AUGUST 17

A fatigued Jaemin entered the condo and the aroma immediately reached his nose. The sight of you cooking in the kitchen while Yiseul played with a soft toy on the floor was enough to make him forget about the dreadful day he had at the hospital earlier. You were in the kitchen, your back facing him and Jaemin was sure you were not aware of his presence yet due to the AirPods in your ears.

"Oh, you're home early today! Get changed quickly, I'd prefer if you shower first," you spoke, chopping a cluster of vegetables.

Jaemin stopped in his tracks, he wanted to surprise you with a back hug and he also got a bouquet of peonies on his way home. Jaemin usually stayed back at the hospital till 7 PM every day, monitoring the in-hospital patients and having meetings about their well-being with their beloved families. Today, nonetheless he was let go at 5 PM right after a successful surgery, thanks to the new resident, Park Jisung. “How’d you know I came, I was being qu—oh my baby there you are.”

You could hear your pet dog, Yiseul, barking – she loved Jaemin, and wouldn't let him into the apartment without him petting her. His voice resembled a kindergarten teacher’s voice as he crouched down and greeted the animal.

“All this love after insulting her last night?” You quipped while washing up the chopping board.

“Don’t accuse me of shit I haven’t done.” Jaemin sat on the floor to pet Yiseul, “Right? I’d never insult you.” He cooed in front of the animal as if she could understand what he was saying.

“Whatever floats your boat!”

Jaemin stood up on his feet and walked behind you to grab a vase from one of the cupboards. He removed the fresh-cut pink peonies from the crinkly brown paper and started arranging the florals in the vase before placing them on top of the marble counter.

"What are these for again?" Your mind started wandering to different directions and you solely blamed the workload for that.

"Try to guess?" Jaemin smirked and took a few steps closer.

"Just say it, I'm wondering whether it's a special day today or not.”

Jaemin smiled, and it made his eyes crinkle at the edges. "You’re beautiful."

"Shut up,"

"What? It’s true." He hugged you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing you a little. You let out a squeal and laughed. “Y/N," Jaemin mumbled, "You still didn't guess what these are for," he whispered and kissed your neck.

"I can't. I've had a busy day at work, meetings were crazy today.” You confided. Jaemin was stubborn, you knew that the second you saw him across the table for the first time. He wasn't letting you go any time soon if you hadn't mentioned work. “Just say it.”

"No reason, I just felt like it." He murmured and nuzzled into your neck. “I see them in front of the shop while leaving the hospital and I just get them.”

“Thank you.” You faced him and pinched his cheeks, “How was work?”

"The same old shit," Jaemin let you go and started munching on the carrots you just kept in the bowl after slicing them. “Jinah suddenly asked about you today, called you pretty and all.”

“Who?” You remember Jaemin rambling about someone called Jinah a few nights ago but you were way too drowsy to register what he was saying and instead opted to hum along with him till you fell asleep in his arms. “Sorry, I probably forgot.”

“A kid at the hospital, she has cancer. I did her tumor removal surgery and now we’re like…friends. She likes me a lot for some reason.” You could almost hear the excitement in his voice. “I go visit her every evening, and she suddenly asked about you today.” Jaemin pulled his phone out of his pocket, “Look, this is her.”

Jaemin’s phone screen displayed a selfie of him with a cute little girl, both of their smiles were so bright you almost didn’t notice the tubes and bandages attached to her small body. “She’s cute, isn’t she?”

“Hmm, she is.” You nodded. “Tell her I called her pretty as well!”

Jaemin shook his head in reply, “Anyways, anything interesting at your work today?”

“Nope, just designers being a pain in the ass. Jisu spilled coffee over her sample work, that's the most that has happened today.” Just as you finished talking your breath hitched, Jaemin was trailing wet kisses down your neck. “Jaem, not now.”

He chuckled and rested his head on your shoulder from the back, “it smells good, what are you cooking?”

“You’ve been here for at least 5 minutes now! You don’t know yet?”

“I was talking to you, how would I know…” He smiled sheepishly and kissed you on the cheek.

You smacked his shoulders, "Remember the tubs of kimchi mom sent? We still have those.” Scooping a little of the soup out of the pan, you blow on the spoon and hold it out to Jaemin to try. "What do you think?"

"Mm, that's good," He said. Your face breaks into a smile, stirring the pot again.

"I called your mom for the recipe this afternoon, you know how my one always gets salty. And for dessert—

"You, I hope." Jaemin’s eyes were twinkling with merriment, but there was a heat there that you knew all too well.

"Ew, I hope you didn’t forget that I’m on my period.” You scrunched your nose in disgust and Jaemin laughed again.

“I actually didn't. I got you your chocolate covered strawberries and new tampons.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, it’s on the ta—

“I love you!”

"Give me a kiss then." Jaemin said, leaning closer, "You know, you haven't given me one yet."

"I can play hard to get."

His hand on your waist suddenly tightened and he picked you up, placing you onto the counter. "You were playing so hard to get."

"Cause you only wanted me for my pussy." You snorted as your legs wrapped around his waist.

“N—that’s half true." Jaemin stuttered, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. You cupped his face in your hands as you kissed him deeply. “I did only want to get my dick wet first, I’ll give you that.” He mumbled against your lips.

“I knew it!”

“I—we’ve got rings on our fingers now!” Jaemin started waving his hand around in defence, desperately shoving the white gold ring on his ring finger onto your face. “You’re stuck with me forever.”

“I’m aware.” You were trying so hard to not burst into laughter especially when Jaemin was whining in defence like that in front of you.

"Don’t make me feel bad now." He suddenly started pouting. You broke into a smile and kissed him again, feeling warm, strong, and like home. “Yeah, I just wanted to get laid at first but I really, really liked you…”

You gave him another kiss on the lips. “I love you.”

"I love you too wifey.”

“Now let me go before the rice sticks to the bottom of the rice cooker. And you,” you pointed at him with your index finger, “Take a shower. I'm not letting you anywhere near the food before that."

“Yes ma’am!” Jaemin walked away from the kitchen while nodding, processing all the commands you were giving him. He crouched down to pet Yiseul again, “Y/N, do you want me to run a bath for you after I’m done showering?” Jaemin asked from the living room.

You smiled and nodded along in response. A bath sounded great after the long day you had at work.

“The lavender bath bomb, right?”

“Yeah! That one, thank you!”

AUGUST 19

It was a Thursday and you were having the worst day a person could possibly have — you wouldn’t even wish it upon your worst enemy. The heels were uncomfortable on your feet and without a doubt you were sure it would leave bruises on your ankles. To make things worse than it could possibly be, you woke up with a nasty headache which turned into the need to empty your stomach at 5 in the morning.

Jaemin hugged you close and assured you it was due to overworking yourself and staying up past midnight the last two weeks. He sat on the edge of the bed while massaging your feet and explained how stress can cause nausea, suggesting you to call in sick today.

“I wish I could. There’s a workshop today.” You grumbled against the pillow and he continued to massage your feet sympathetically. “This stupid project,” You rolled over to look at your husband. “Jaemin, I’ll literally take a week off after this shit is over just to sleep 24/7.”

“You deserve it more than anyone right now.”

The glass of your desk caught the reflection of your tired face cleanly. You silently played with the spoon sitting inside the cup of a strawberry probiotic yogurt you got from a convenience store 2 minutes away instead of having the chicken rice bowls they were serving downstairs during the lunch break.

The door to your cabin cracked open as Gyeoul peeked her head in with her mouth full, “You’re not coming for lunch?” She entered with her bowl of rice when you shook your head and sat on the chair across the table. The aroma of the food she was devouring almost made you feel nauseous again.

“You’re on a diet?” Gyeoul questioned, eyeing the yogurt cup.

“Nope, I just don’t feel like eating.”

“Are you okay?”

“Not really, I’ve got a massive headache.”

“Kim talks too much right?” You frowned at the mention of your boss, remembering how talkative of a person he was. The workshop was going smoothly till he decided to start , along with yours and you were convinced that contributed to your already throbbing head.

“Yeah,” You nodded and watched a grin forming on Gyeoul’s lips who seemed to agree with you as well. “I’ve actually had this headache since the morning but Kim blabbering just gave it a boost.”

“Is our Y/N perhaps pregnant?” Gyeoul wiggled her eyebrows in an attempt to crack a very unfunny joke. You forcefully laughed along with her while shaking your head and hands in an attempt to deny the accusations. “I’m joking! You’ve been working a lot nowadays. It’s the stress, it happens.”

Spooning at your yogurt, you ignored her and continued, “Can I ask you something?” Mentally you slapped yourself for thinking about breaching such an intimate question suddenly.

Gyeoul paused for a second, her mouth agape. “Wait, are you actually pregnant?”

“No, what the fu—I apologize for my language. Let me know if this feels too personal though.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry, I’m just—” Running your hands through your hair, you sit up straight and toss out the rest of your yogurt cup in the bin at your feet. “I feel like actual shit since Friday morning, you know, nausea and headache.”

Gyeoul shot you a flat look. “So, you are pregnant? Those are some early pregnancy symptoms.”

Undaunted, you continued, “Nope, I’m not. I’ve been on the pill for years.”

“Did you take a test or miss your period?” Gyeoul inquired, “You know, pills aren’t effective all the time, right? Your husband is a doctor, you should know that.”

You were slightly taken aback by her snarky remark directed towards you and Jaemin as well you supposed. Your expression probably read offended now but you forced a smile and continued, “Yes, I’m aware. I don’t need my husband to know that.”

“Does your husband know?” You were starting to feel like Gyeoul was mocking you now.

“He knows about my headache, yes.”

“I'm not a gynaecologist but you should take a test,” Gyeoul suggested.

You shifted in your seat and replied, trying not to sound bitter, “Yeah I will.”

“The workshop resumes in 10 minutes.” Gyeoul shoved a spoonful of rice in her mouth and with that she stood up on her feet and exited your room, leaving you with thoughts you didn’t want to have and a pile of unfinished designs which have been killing you slowly for weeks.

y/n: are you free

jaemin: surgery in 20 mins baby

jaemin: ill call u later

y/n: okay love you

jaemin: love you too

y/n: no emoji today? :(

You sent him the text and went on with your day, forgetting about the whole conversation with Gyeoul as the workshop and designs occupied your entire afternoon and evening. However, you checked your phone after 5 hours and the messaging app on your phone showed that Jaemin still hadn’t read the last text you sent. It wasn’t unusual for him to not read texts for hours, there have been days when you texted him in the morning and he would reply in the evening. You let it slide and resumed working on your landscape design for a client again.

7 PM and you haven’t heard from your husband in hours. You sighed, knowing that Jaemin could sometimes be a slow responder if he had surgery. Yet, a tiny kernel of worry was in the back of your mind. Upon entering the apartment, you called out his name, just in case he had come home early, the chances being quite unlikely given his incredible work ethic. Instead, you were met with Yiseul who came running towards you. You put your files and the small plastic bag containing a few cans of beer from the convenience store on the marble counter after petting Yiseul for a while, and sent him another text.

y/n: i’m home now where are you

After a moment, when your heart did the telltale lurch of worry, you resolved to keep yourself busy and do some light tidying around the apartment, take a cold shower and even a power nap on the couch to occupy those intrusive thoughts you couldn’t stop. When you finally decided to call Donghyuck, you reached for your phone and dialed his number, lifting it to your ear, listening to the constant dialling sounds until you were left with Donghyuck’s voicemail — the same as Jaemin.

Placing the phone down on one of the couches, you paced around the apartment, chest beginning to heave a bit deeper as your mind raced with horrible imaginings and the dreaded question of 'what if?'

At 11 PM, after another agonising wait of an hour and 40 minutes, consisting of mindlessly scrolling through your phone, there was a sound of the door unlocking and you very nearly rocketed off to the moon. Yiseul on the other hand, excited to see her favorite human at the end of the day, jumped off the couch and ran towards the door as well.

The door opened and in walked Jaemin, still in his white coat. 'Where were you?” You asked rather harshly, which you realized after the words slipped out of your mouth. “Have you checked your phone?”

Jaemin didn’t speak as he continued to take off his socks, almost pretending like you weren’t about to go ballistic in front of him. You took the deepest breath possible, and asked quite softly this time, "Where have you been? I called Donghyuck and got no response a—”

“Hello, my baby,” Jaemin mumbled, crouching down to hug the white, fluffy dog. The person who was always vibrating with joy was now speaking stoically in front of you. You took in his expression when he stood up, watching his tired face, the eyebags, and impulsively let him bury his head in your shoulder before inquiring any further. “Can I get a hug from you?”

“What happened?” He immediately engulfed you in a tight, tighter than he has ever hugged you. Your voice was muffled against his shoulder and you felt his shoulders shaking gently as you ran your hands down his back. The temptation to start screaming at him from earlier replaced with concern, "Are you okay?"

“Jinah passed away.” Jaemin looked at you for the first time tonight, the dark circles under his eyes more evident than usual. “I should go get changed.”

You were at loss for words after he spoke. Everything was as clear as the day to you now — Jaemin was practically attached to Jinah, he would bring her up every time he’d get the chance with a fond smile, showed you selfies he took with her every other day and loved sharing anecdotes about her. Your voice trembled despite you trying to keep it together, heart sinking deeper and deeper into your stomach by the second as you looked at his sorrowful face. “How—what happened?”

Jaemin continued to pet Yiseul, who was wagging her tail, happy to be in between two of her favorite humans after hours. “Internal bleeding, we had to perform a laparotomy in the morning and she just—” Jaemin’s voice cracked at the end, his own eyes watering. “I was in charge and she just—

“She’s in a better place now.”

“Why am I even crying?” Jaemin let out a weak laughter while wiping his tears. He hadn’t wanted to fall apart, but it was a long time coming. He watched her take her last breath — the same cheerful child was lifeless in front of him. Jaemin couldn’t look at Jinah’s family in distraught when the new resident Park Jisung informed them outside the operating theatre. A tear rolled down Jaemin’s cheek and he started, “I know it’s my job-”

“Surgeons have feelings just like everyone else. It’s okay to cry.” You wiped his tears with your hand and tried not to start crying as well, knowing that it would make his situation worse. Jaemin rested his head on your shoulder and let it all out, slightly staining your shirt with his tears in the process.

“I love you.” He mumbled against your shoulder. “Sorry, this isn’t like me. You know I don’t cry.”

“You cried on our wedding day though.”

“Stop bringing that up…” He chuckled through his tears and cupped your cheeks. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

You let out throaty laughter and kissed him on the cheek which made Jaemin chuckle through his tears as well. “Go take a shower.”

Jaemin seemed to calm down after a warm shower, a bowl of instant ramen that you cooked for him and playing around with Yiseul in the living room. He comfortably laid on his back while you were resting your back against the bedpost. “I thought about something while showering.” He paused and looked at you. “I’m coming home to my family, everyone at the hospital is but Jinah’s family? They’re going to be grieving for days, maybe even years. She was their only daughter.”

“That’s just how fate works.” You replied slowly, running fingers through his locks. “There’s nothing we can do about that.”

“I know, it sucks.” Jaemin nodded and his lips quivered into a smile when he rolled over to look at you. “I took a day off tomorrow, more like, Jaehyun forced me into taking one.”

“You need to spend the entire day just sleeping like a baby.” Jaemin laughed when the words left your lips, making you gaze at him with a confused look. “What?”

“Nope, I’ll clean the house, cook for us, go to the park with Yiseul.” He paused to give you a sheepish smile, “I can’t make breakfast though, sorry. I’m not leaving the bed before 10.” You chuckled after he finished listing everything he wanted to do tomorrow. Leaning over, you wrapped your hands around Jaemin's chest tightly and you never wanted to let go. The scent of his cologne flooding your senses, the warmth of his touch, the calming sound of his breathing. He was everything that you’ve ever wanted.

“Fuck, I forgot to ask.” Jaemin suddenly exclaimed and you raised your head from his chest in concern to look at him only to be met with a similarly concerned expression on his face. “How is your headache now? I’m so sorry, so much happened today—”

“It’s fine.” You assured him. “Gyeoul was trying to say I’m pregnant. I told her that’s not possible and she started being very passive-aggressive.”

“Gyeoul being Gyeoul.” Jaemin continued to soothingly caress the small of your back slowly. “She’s never gonna change, forget it.”

“I would’ve said something back if my head wasn’t hurting like a bitch.”

Jaemin sincerely laughed for the first time tonight, his laugh vibrating against your ears. “The headache is from all the staring at your iPad screen for hours every night.”

“I know. I need a break.” You shifted away from his arms and propped yourself up on one elbow. You carefully studied his face, drinking in his features that you loved so much. Suddenly, you giggled at a rather unexpected thought. Jaemin laughed as well along with you and lightly kissed the tip of your nose before asking, “What is it?”

“I just had a thought,” you started. “I’m surprised I’m not actually pregnant.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’ve fucking raw for months, I’m surprised I’m not 6 months pregnant yet.”

“I mean…” Jaemin trailed off, as he let out a chuckle. “That’s how the contraceptive pills work. They stop your ovulati—

“Jaemin, my baby, my honey bun, just go to sleep.”

“Don’t call me honey bun ever again.” Jaemin pulled the covers over his head and rolled over, facing his back to you. “Good night to you my honey bun!”

“Now why are you calling me that?” You snaked your arms around his waist from the back and rested your head on top of his. Jaemin faked an over-exaggerated snore in reply and the two of you burst into laughter.

“Seriously, it’s just cringy as fuck.”

AUGUST 22

You finally ease your car into the parking space after having the same old argument with Jaemin about who was the better driver and who got to drive to the grocery store. A few pouts and kisses on his cheek was enough for him to give up and let you drive. It was a warm, sunny Saturday mid afternoon and Jaemin didn’t want to get out of the house at all. He suggested that you should just order groceries online instead of getting out of the comfort of your air conditioned living room where Jaemin was peacefully laying on the couch, watching TV but he quickly shut his mouth when you shot him the look.

Jaemin opened the passenger side door and got out. It was hot, much hotter than it was earlier in the week.

“Fuck, it feels like hell out here.” He pulled his hoodie over his head and tossed the clothing to the seat at the back. Now only wearing a plain white shirt and black pants he jogged to your side of the car in an attempt to open the door for you like the gentleman he was only to be met with you already getting out of the car yourself.

“Why did you even wear a hoodie in the middle of August?” You started walking towards the store as he followed behind you. “I was dying when I went to take Yiseul for a walk in the morning. I told you it’s hot outside.”

“You did?” Jaemin stopped walking and tilted his head in confusion. “I didn’t think it was gonna be that hot!”

“Yeah, when you were sleeping like the dead.” You made a snarky comment to remind him that he refused to get up from bed even after you attacked him with kisses when you had breakfast for two ready on the table.

“Baby, I’m sorry, I was tired!” You could almost hear him pout and it made you smile like a fool. “I would've never done that if I wasn’t tired, you know that.”

“I know, I was kidding.” You nudged at his shoulder as you two giggle like teenagers outside the store.

You two always went grocery shopping together every Saturday, that is how it has been for years ever since you moved in with him during his med school. On Saturdays you two cleaned out the kitchen and cooked a feast together before sitting down comfortably in the living room and making a list based on what you both needed and wanted.

“Where do we start?” You asked, gazing around at the enormous and slightly crowded store. “The vegeta—

“I’m getting coffee first, I haven’t had my caffeine yet,” Jaemin interrupted you when he spotted the tiny coffee shop to the side in the store which you two always walked past during these grocery store runs.

“Do you want anything?” Jaemin strolled toward the counter with a smile.

“Are you sure this is,” You lowered your voice and whispered the latter. “I don’t know, grocery store coffee, is it gonna be good?”

“Don’t care. I just need caffeine in my system right now.” Jaemin shrugged and proceeded to order an iced americano. “Do you want anything?” He asked again.

“Um, not really.” You glanced at the screen which displayed different options of caffeine drinks along with the price at the bottom one last time. Even though you’ve had your coffee already in the morning and offered Jaemin to drink as well, he refused to wake up. Eventually he left the bed while grumbling when you started complaining about not being able to clean the bedroom — only for him to go sleep on the couch again.

“One large iced americano, please.”

Your eyes widened at the mention of his order. You have been telling him to cut down on his caffeine consumption for months which he complied now and opted to order a regular sized drink instead, at least you thought so. “Jaem, I told yo—

“Large because you’re gonna start saying ‘give me one sip’ after a while.” Jaemin mocked your voice and raised his brows. You gave him a gentle nudge because fuck, he knew you too well.

When Jaemin got his coffee from behind the counter he offered it to you, insisting that you should try it first before he did. He held the cup in front of you as you took a sip and nodded in satisfaction, letting him know that it was not bad for a $1 cup of coffee from the grocery store.

“Told you it’s good.” He shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of the coffee himself as you two made your way towards the store.

You noticed a small group of girls, probably high schoolers, you assumed, behind you two — giggling and being not so discreet about eyeing Jaemin. “There are these teenagers staring at you.” Jaemin turned his head to look at the direction of your sight and you quickly smacked him in the shoulder, “Don’t look!”

“Let them be.” He slipped his hand into yours and started swinging them. “Now, where do we start?” Jaemin asked, looking uncertainly at the sprawling store before you while sipping on his coffee.

“What are we even cooking today?”

“Let’s just…see.”

“Let’s just go get sauces first.”

Jaemin nodded, taking up a position a half step behind you. You lead the way to the condiments first, thinking them among the most needed, but least likely to go bad, sorts of food to buy. Jaemin’s love for cooking came out as he selected sauces and marinades, telling you which recipes he’d use each for. His face paled when you reached for a bottle though.

“Honey mustard? I mean, well…” He tried to object gently. “Why?”

You slid the offending bottle into the cart with the others. “I had a salad with honey mustard dressing on Thursday. It was so good!”

Jaemin scrunched his nose in disgust. “Your taste is horrible.” He trailed off as he proceeded to put ramen packets in the cart.

“Yeah,” You grinned. “I’m married to you.”

“Look, I’m an exception!” His eyes twinkled as he kept up his dismayed expression and tone.

“I believe you enjoy my cooking a lot.”

“That I do.”

The shopping continued and things were going well until it was time to gather together produce. You helped pick out apples, peaches and bananas for snacking and breakfast. Turning to the vegetables section, you saw Jaemin carefully keeping two bags of potatoes and zucchinis in the cart. It was nice to see Jaemin being so relaxed and playful. It was the same Jaemin you fell in love with, the Jaemin you knew too well and trusted with your life.

“Y/N?” Jaemin clicked his fingers in front of your face making you snap out of your thoughts. “Did you hear what I said?”

“Sorry, I was just thinking about Yiseul’s food. What did you ask?”

“I got the chicken blend for her.” He pointed at the yellow and red packets sitting at the corner of the cart. “I was saying that I’m thinking about making fried rice and probably some chicken dish for dinner, what do you say?”

Your eyes lit up like he just popped a diamond ring in front of you. “Oh my god, yes.”

After paying for the three bags worth of groceries which you hoped will last for the week and having a tiny argument again in front of the car about who got to drive this time, you both were back in the car on your way home with Jaemin behind the wheel this time. Pulling out of the grocery store and driving for a while you noticed he had missed the turn which led to the apartment on the other side of the town.

“We’re going the wrong way.”

Jaemin didn't answer, just hummed as he kept his eyes on the road. He glanced at you with a smirk when he realized you’ve been staring at him in confusion. "Patience baby, I have a surprise for you.”

“We are literally on the highway now.”

“Just wait. Few more minutes and we’re there.”

"You’re so stubborn." You mumbled, opening a bag of chips you purchased at the store earlier as you watched Jaemin drive, admiring the way his profile glowed due to the sun during the golden hours. You held the chip in front of his mouth and fed him as he continued to drive…wherever he was taking you. “Are you kidnapping me?”

“I wouldn’t have waited for years to kidnap you if that was my intention.”

“God…you’re truly something else.”

It had been a while since Jaemin started to drive and you still had no idea where your husband was taking you, you asked him again a few minutes ago where he was going but all Jaemin gave you was a playful smile and a short "a surprise.”

The time read 6:20 PM and you noticed the familiar route as you breathed in the distance and the familiar sea starting to peek through the spaces between the fences and tree trunks. "You can’t be serious…" You started, disbelief in your voice at the sight of the waves crashing by the shore and the orange-yellow hues of the sky. "You’re fucking crazy, you drove for almost 2 hours to come here?"

"Nah, I brought you to a forest, for natur—" You smacked his forearm with a gasping chuckle and Jaemin yelped in surprise but quickly retorted by smacking the side of your arms. He took a left turn down a track, the one he discovered a few years ago during college, when he bought his first car with his own money. You clearly remembered Jaemin bringing you here on your second date with him, after classes, promising to get ice creams with you later. That was the day you discovered his hatred for strawberry flavoured goods.

It had definitely been a while.

The secluded parking lot that only the locals knew of gradually came into view and it brought back all the memories — driving straight to this place after classes, watching the sunsets together, all the times Jaemin had forced you into posing for his camera and lastly the all the uncomfortable car sex you’ve had in this parking lot. Jaemin stopped the engine and opened the door, allowing a gust of sea breeze to sweep through.

"Okay, get out," Jaemin commanded, tugging at your hands which you willingly abided to.

"What are you–" Your voice was cut off from your lungs when you saw nothing but darkness, Jaemin’s hands were covering your eyes as he leisurely began to lead you down the dunes and onto the flat stretch, steadily approaching the water that met up the shore. “What are you doing?”

"Shut up.” Jaemin laughed. “I'm not kidnapping you.”

“I’m aware of that.”

You two stopped walking and you could hear the waves crashing, people chattering away in the distance, feel the sand underneath your shoes and smell the salty sea air. It was exhilarating, your whole body relaxing at the sound of the sea and the cool breeze.

"Okay, now look." Jaemin said, removing his hands from your eyes.

You do as he said, and what you saw knocked the air out of your lungs, the sky was orange yellow hued as the sun set in the horizon. The sound of the waves crashing into the shore made you feel at ease after the hectic week you had at work.

“Oh my—it’s beautiful,” You looked away from the sea for just a second to smile at your husband. “It has been so long since we last came here.”

Jaemin smiled back at you softly, utterly in love. The way your skin glowed under the sun and your hair softly blew due the breeze, he was sure he was falling in love all over again. You hadn’t been to the beach in years, ever since your 4th anniversary. It seemed like you two had always been just… too busy.

It felt nice to be coming here again after years.

You glanced at Jaemin for a second and thought he looked the best during sunsets. The rays kissed his glowy skin, he looked at peace. Your heart swole looking at him, so you turned your head to face the sea instead.

"Wait, stand still." Jaemin hooted and gazed at you as you gave him a confused look. He fished his phone out of his pocket and opened the camera app. “Don’t move.”

"Baby, no, I don't have any makeup on..." You protested and started walking towards him to block the lens with your hands. “Don’t take any pictures of me, please.”

He pouted like an annoying grumpy child. “Just one? The view is great, look!”

"Fine, just don’t put them on your Instagram." You gave up and posed for his camera.

Jaemin grinned and took this as an opportunity to do the most, he squatted down on the sand and positioned his phone to get a good capture of you standing with a background of the sun setting, the sky almost dark. He smiled to himself in satisfaction, scrolling through the pictures he just took and proudly showed them to you.

"AirDrop that one to me later!" You pinched his cheeks and noticed his smile growing bigger.

"Come here.”

“What no—

“Selfie.”

Jaemin stood beside you and you smelt like the familiar shampoo, your skin glowed as the sun which was almost on the verge of getting lost into the horizon. He positioned the camera and smiled along with you. He clicked the first picture and positioned the phone again for the second one when you suddenly kissed him on the cheeks just when he tapped on the shutter.

“Let me see the picture!” You smiled widely and impatiently waited for Jaemin to unlock his phone and open his camera roll. And there it was, a blurry picture of you kissing him on the cheek captured onto his phone screen. “Send that to me as well, I’m gonna make it my home screen.”

“It’s blurry.”

“And?”

Jaemin inspected the picture for a while before concluding that it was indeed cute and you couldn’t stop grinning. He watched you and he wished he could make you smile like this everyday till his last breath.

AUGUST 25

It had officially been a year since you and Jaemin exchanged "I do’s" to each other in front of all your friends and relatives. You cringed at the thought of your wedding vows, the one which apparently made Jaemin shed some tears in front of everyone. It was shocking to think that you’ve somehow managed to complete a year with the love of your life and you couldn’t help but look forward to more. However, what excited you more was whatever Jaemin had planned for you tonight.

“What has the poor grass ever done to you?” Jaemin’s voice pulled you out of your train of thoughts outside the restaurant at the resort. Jaemin surprised you with a staycation at a lakeside resort and who were you to say no to espacing work even for just 24 hours.

“Huh? What?” You glanced at Jaemin behind you and he was too busy arranging his credit card in his wallet after paying for the over-expensive food you two just devoured. The black pants paired with the black dress shirt you got for him on his birthday made you weak at your knees. Probably it was just the wine flowing through your system but you couldn’t stop staring at him under the dim lights of the corridor outside the outdoor restaurant.

“You were just,” Jaemin paused to laugh. “Just staring at the grass like this.” He widened his eyes dramatically to mock you and you smacked his forearm.

You replied with a throaty chuckle, “I was just…thinking.”

“About?”

“I feel bad about leaving Yiseul with your mom. I told you we should just leave her at my mom’s place instead. I don’t want your mom to take the hass—

“Don’t worry about mom. She’s probably sitting on the couch with her on the lap and watching dramas right now.” Jaemin pinched your cheeks and leaned in to press a kiss. “Let’s go to the bar!”

“Now?!”

“Duh, it’s not everyday that we get to drink freely like a wild teenager. Let’s go!” Jaemin’s hand found themselves intertwined with yours as he dragged you down the corridor which lead to the dimly lit bar.

You were sure Jaemin was going to be tipsy by the end of the night and your hunch became the reality when he leaned up against the door to your hotel room. "Hey," You could tell he was drunk from the way his cheeks were flushed. "Do you have the key card thingy?"

"Yeah," You answered, as you started rummaging through your purse. "Here," you started to hand it over to him, then pulled it back. "Wait. Let me do it instead."

"You always do it too fast."

"No, I don't." You shoved the key card in the slot and whipped it out. You both watched as the little red light came on.

"Baby. See?" Jaemin was trying not to laugh as he used the wall for support. How many cocktails did he drink? You lost count after his third glass, but you suspected it might have been more by the way he wanted to giggle at everything — including you struggling with the door. Not that you weren’t tipsy as well but thankfully your alcohol tolerance had always been stronger than his.

"It's fine." You did it again and once again, the red light blinked. "Fuc—"

Jaemin laughed at your words, as if you just said the funniest thing ever, and took the keycard from you. He gave you a grin. "Here. Let me show you how it's done, baby." Jaemin’s eyes stayed on your the whole time as he very slowly slid the card into the slot, waited a beat, then slowly pulled it out. He smirked at you just a bit as the green light went on.

"Okay, fine. Get in here," You grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into the room.

As soon as the door shut, you were kissing. Sloppy, enthusiastic, drunken kisses that left you both breathless. There was something exciting about being in a hotel room, you couldn’t figure out whether it were the memories from college — the memories from the cheapest room you two could find a few years ago in contrast to one of the most expensive suites at the hotel you were in right now.

"You should do it.” Jaemin blurted out suddenly.

"Do what?" You halted unbuttoning his shirt.

"No, I mean," Jaemin paused. "Well, submit the design of yours."

“Fuck, I forgot to tell you.” You pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed, excited to tell him about your work. “I submitted my design last Tuesday! We will get the results on the 31st.”

Jaemin’s eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yeah," You waited a second longer to gauge his reaction. "How do you feel about that?"

"You're going to be such a hot, sexy senior architect and designer.”

"Don’t say senior like that, I didn’t get the promotion yet."

"You'll get it. I’ve seen you work hard every single day and night." He kissed you and you melted under his touch. “Have you considered designing our luxurious house with two floors and a backyard with a swimming pool in 5 years?”

“Yeah, with a jacuzzi and a movie theatre as well.” You rolled over on the bed, your legs still dangling off the bed and you two high-five, both dissolved into laughter. “You've got my lipstick on your lips.”

Jaemin laughed and wiped his mouth with the back of his palm. “Come here. I’m so proud of you.”

You leaned into him, arms wrapping around his middle, and gave him a big grin from under his arm. “I love you,” you said, easily and happily. “Happy anniversary to us, I guess.”

Jaemin on the other hand couldn’t keep the smile off his face, the alcohol in his bloodstream contributing to his sudden giggly attitude. “I love you too. Sorry we couldn’t be at some fucking fancy resort at, I don’t know, maybe Greece.” Jaemin had slightly started slurring now. “Next year, when we’re not the busiest people on Earth, we’re definitely going on a Europe trip.”

“We will think about next year later, let me enjoy this first.” You squeaked when his hands found your waist. Before you could reply, Jaemin had already started kissing along your neck. You moaned and you're arching back against him.

“Did you bring it? I told you last ni-

“Inside the luggage.” You breathed against his lips after he pulled away. Jaemin placed one last kiss on your forehead and got up to retrieve the thing you have been looking forward to since the night before. You giggled while Jaemin nearly tripped in front of the bed.

You gulped when he placed the pink bullet vibrator with a string attached to it at the end on the nightstand and crawled over to you. His wedding ring was visible as he ran his finger up your thigh, underneath your thigh length black dress. You shivered under his touch, goosebumps forming on your skin. Maybe it was because you were tipsy but you wanted him so bad at that moment — it was driving you crazy. “You look so-

“Handsome?” Jaemin interrupted, winking one eye. “Beautiful? The hottest man in town? The best husband ever?”

“I was gonna say sexy…”

“Well come here and give your sexy a kiss then.” Jaemin didn’t need to ask twice. Your red lipstick smeared under the press of his mouth, tongues dancing together in a familiar way. When you break the kiss, you finally find your voice.

“My pretty wife,” He said, grinning widely.

“Yeah, thank you.” You replied dramatically, eyes rolling.

“I’m not done teasing yet by the way.” You could only make an unintelligible noise as he flipped you over on to your back and kissed you again. His fingers made the quick work of unzipping your dress and unhooking your bra, and he had you bare and writhing under him within minutes.

“Would you like your present now?” Jaemin breathed, his lips inches from the soft skin of your neck. You only nodded your head and Jaemin retrieved the pink vibrator from the nightstand and flicked the switch, bringing it to life immediately.

“Happy anniversary,” He grinned and pressed the tip of the rumbling vibrator against your clit. You squealed and wriggled away from him as he snickered. “What?” Jaemin continued laughing and you broke into laughter as well. “Come back here.”

“It fucking tickles!”

“Do you trust me?”

You nodded quickly. “Yeah.”

“Then relax,” Jaemin caressed your thigh. “We’ve done this before.”

“That was more than a year ago actually.” You reminded him and he playfully smacked you in the thigh.

“Just trust me.”

You inhaled a heavy breath and collapsed back on to the pillows, biting your lip as Jaemin bent his head to kiss the inside of your thighs. His fingertips stroked the soft skin around your centre, and you felt yourself begin to melt into a puddle of need. It never took him long to have you gasping; he knew just how to touch you by now and exactly what you liked. When his tongue found your core, you called his name and arched your back, toes curling into the sheets.

After a few minutes, Jaemin stilled his tongue and asked you to close your eyes. You obeyed, sinking into the darkness behind your eyelids, only to shutter them open again, shrieking, when he inserted the cold vibrator fully into your wet pussy in one swift movement.

“Shhh,” Jaemin said softly. “Trust me.”

“This shit is cold.” You giggled nervously.

“I’ll warm you up,” Jaemin smirked and flicked the switch at the highest speed. The buzz filled the room and you cried out at the sensation inside you. He bent his head to trail the inside of your thighs with kisses, reaching just below your core where the vibrator was rumbling furiously. You felt something uncurling deep in the pit of your stomach, climbing higher and higher. Your palms found themselves over your mouth, not wanting to disturb the other guests at the resort. You whimpered his name over and over again, your voice almost unrecognisable. Jaemin held you firmly in place when you started squirming, his fingers digging into your hips so hard that you were sure you'd have bruises in the morning.

“T-Too much—fuck!” You were unable to form coherent sentences and Jaemin was having the best time of his life.

You really wanted to punch the smirk off his pretty face but right now all you could think about was how it felt beyond incredible. You were whimpering, sobbing and then finally, your release reached its peak, harder than you think it had ever had in your life. Jaemin on the other hand started circling around your swollen clit and you arched your back only to fall back on your elbows, hips jerking up as you chased your high. “My baby is close…”

“Ja—Oh fuck.” You mewled as your first orgasm of the night took over you. Jaemin continued to circle around your clit till it all became too much and you pulled the vibrator by the string out of you yourself and tried to swat his hands away, while you twisted into the pillows, sobbing into them. “I-I can’t…I can’t.”

“Was that too much?” He kissed you on the shoulder and caressed your back. “We’re not even done yet, baby.” God, the cockiness in his voice, you really wanted to punch him at that moment — but he made you so, so good, you didn’t have any complaints.

“Just don’t fucking overstimulate me again…” You replied with a weak chuckle, trying to catch your breath. “I would’ve probably squirted if that vibrator stayed in there for more than 5 seconds.”

“I should’ve stopped you from taking it ou—” You smacked his thigh with a gasping chuckle. “Damn, sorry.”

“There’s no way I’m doing that in a hotel room.”

“Why not? Pretty sure the staff have seen worse.”

“No seriously, just—” You got up and kissed his mouth shut passionately. Jaemin didn’t give you much time to stay still because he got down on his knees on the carpeted floor and pulled you to the edge of the bed by your thighs. “I know you’re not doing what I think you’re about to do.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“Get a towel from the luggage, I’m begging.”

“We don’t need it.” Jaemin replied from in between your thighs. You really couldn’t tell if he was being oblivious on purpose to fuck with you or he really just didn’t know. “It only happened once.”

“Do you know my body more than m—why are we having this conversation with you in between my legs?”

“If you’re so worried about the hotel staff, I’ve got a solution for you. Call the staff and say that we accidentally spilled our beer and then there you go, new bed sheets.” Jaemin chortled. “Now, please let me just do this.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me—ah” You felt his warm tongue glide through your sensitive folds, and you threw your head back at the sensation. Your toes curled as his tongue continued circling around your sensitive nub causing you to buck your hips forward, fingers making their way into his hair. When you felt him push his two fingers inside and your walls clutched them, hips lifting as your back pressed deeper into the mattress, helping him get a better angle at that one spot.

“You’re so eager, I just started and you’re already close to cumming?” All you could do was moan as he added another third finger, scissoring them and stretching your walls, the movement having you gushing on his hand. “You’re my pretty baby,” he was speaking softly, desire clear in his low voice.

“Jaemin, please,” was all you could muster, your mind clouded from the pleasure. He obliged and pushed them in and out of you faster and faster. You felt pressure building up in your lower abdomen, tightening and threatening to burst with each of his thrusts. Your hands were gripping desperately at the sheets, as your walls were clenching frantically.

Jaemin’s other hand reached for your clit, rubbing it and after a moment you felt the tight coil in your core snap. He pulled out his fingers, as the pressure released in the form of clear liquid bursting from your pussy and splashing onto his lap and some on the sheets. Your body was shaking, your mind numb from the overwhelming pleasure.

“You’ve really made a mess,” Jaemin laughed, landing a hard slap on your ass. You let out a cry at the unexpected pain, but it soon mixed with pleasure as he began placing soft kisses on the reddened skin. You were always taken aback by this side of Jaemin when he channelled it once in a while. It was almost like an alter ego of his, a contrast to his jolly personality in front of the world, only for you to see.

“We’re still not done yet.” A second slap landed on your other ass-cheek, soon followed by an array of kisses. Your cries turned louder, as a couple more spanks decorated your skin, leaving behind the outline of his large palms. You felt your walls clench again, his words serving to arouse you further. “Can you cum again?”

You panted and snickered, raising yourself onto your elbows. “Too sensitive, maybe wait for a few minutes.”

Right after the words left your mouth, Jaemin rolled you onto your back. In an instant, his lips were crashing with yours, the intensity of the kiss taking you by surprise and your mouth opening to his tongue without any protest. You felt him trace lines with his fingertips along your stomach and chest, settling to your tits, pinching your nipples, and twisting them, your whimpers and cries swallowed by his mouth.

“Can you just fuck me now?” You whined as he pulled away.

“Weren’t you just saying you’re too sensitive?” Jaemin smirked.

“Shut up…”

“Alright.” Jaemin smirked and started unbuttoning his shirt and threw it on the floor beside the bed. You took in his sculpted chest, the way in which his muscles moved under his skin made your mouth water. He moved between your legs, spreading your thighs and placing them on his shoulders. He grabbed your ass, lifting your hips off the mattress as he aligned his cock with the entrance to your core. “Ready?”

You nodded, trying to push your hips forward in an attempt to feel more of him. His fingers dug into your hips at your movement which were definitely leaving marks for you to see in the morning.

“P-please, I need you,” you pleaded, clenching around nothing. He was so close yet so far and you needed to feel him inside you. Your pussy ached and you didn’t know how much more you could take. Jaemin leaned down to move your disheveled hair out of your and kissed you one last time on the forehead. He started pushing his cock inside you slowly and your toes curled. You closed your eyes, the way your insides were spread overwhelming you.

“That’s my baby,” Jaemin grunted as he pushed himself entirely inside you, as you squirmed at the sudden movement, walls clenching around his cock. “You’re taking me so well…” He praised as he started thrusting inside you, each movement eliciting moans and whimpers from you. You bit on your hand, trying to keep your moans down, not wanting to disturb the guests in the next room. Your skin felt like it was on fire, the way his tip pressed your sensitive spot driving you crazy, tears welling up at the corner of your eyes.

“I’m going to c-cum again.” You managed to barely form the words between your moans. He quickened the pace, his hips crashing onto yours as you felt your orgasm wash over you, making your whole body shake as your mind went blank. You were unable to let out even a whimper, the pleasure from the climax overpowering for a few moments, even your need to breathe.

Jaemin continued to fuck you through your orgasm, spurred on by the lewd expressions on your face till he emptied himself inside of you, painting for your walls white. Your legs wouldn’t stop shaking from the intensity as he suddenly placed them on the bed on either side of his hips.

Before you realized what he was doing, you felt his warm tongue on your clit again, two fingers buried deep inside, pushing his cum in, curling and trying to draw another orgasm from your now overly-sensitive pussy. “I-I…cant anymore,” you cried as your hands sunk in his hair. “T-too much, Jae—please.”

Jaemin didn’t stop even as you tugged at his hair— an half-hearted attempt to get him to stop, as you weren’t even sure you even wanted him to. He bit your nub gently, sucking on it and licking, his fingers continuing to move at the same pace as the volume of your cries rose, your body shaking. Your hips started moving on their own, meeting the thrust of his fingers as you climaxed for the fourth time.

You probably blacked out for a few seconds because the next thing you heard was Jaemin falling flat on the bed next to you, his breathing rapid, sweat dripping from his body. He started caressing your side lovingly and placed a kiss on your shoulder. “Sorry.”

Turning on your side to face him, you intertwined your hands with his, humming, “I just had the best sex of my life, shut up.”

Jaemin laughed, planting a kiss on the top of your head as his hand was stroking your hair. A few minutes passed in blissful silence before he spoke again. “Let’s go take a bath, it would be easier to clean up now than in the morning. I need to take off the sheets and call the staff as well.”

He came back to the bed after a while, picked you up gently and helped you steady yourself, handing you the glass of water. “Thank you,” you muttered lightly, your legs were wobbly which he noticed and picked you up bridal style, carrying you to the bathtub that was already filled with warm water.

“I love you, baby. Are you sure you’re alright and I didn’t go too far?” He asked again, crouched down beside the bathtub, adamant to make sure you were indeed okay.

“Jaemin, two slaps on my ass isn’t gonna kill me.” You chuckled as your body relaxed in the warm bath. He kissed your hands and stood up straight again. “They’re gonna come to take the sheets soon, let me go and clean up the room a little.”

You giggled to yourself and he frowned. “What are you laughing at?”

“Just imagining myself as the staff.” You continued laughing, punching his arm lightly. “They’re not dumb.”

“As I said, they’ve seen worse.” Jaemin shrugged. “Didn’t you see how many couples there were during dinner?”

“You’re so silly sometimes,”

“I love you.” He crouched down again and whispered into your hair, before kissing you in the temple. “Happy one year to us.”

You splashed water at him, “I love you too, my cutie.”

AUGUST 31

The evening air was cool as the strong breeze nipped at Jaemin’s skin from the open window inside his car. It was one of those days when you had to leave early in the morning, carpooling with Jisu and Yeji and Jaemin had to pick you up later in the evening. He was leaning on the leather car seat behind the wheel, too distracted with his phone to notice you slowly making your way to the car. You coughed loudly once you were close enough and his head shot up at you, a small smile already forming in his lip when he saw your face.

"Hey." Jaemin greeted you as you opened the door to the passenger seat. “How did it go?”

You don't answer and Jaemin already knew your project didn’t go well. He hummed as he watched you sit down and take a deep breath. You fastened the seatbelt and Jaemin glanced at you one last time before he started the car. "I got food for you." Jaemin motioned at the chicken nuggets and fries along with a bouquet of peonies neatly placed at the back seat.

“Flowers again?”

“Last one for the year, they’re going out of season soon.”

"I didn’t get the promotion." You broke the silence, taking a bite of the nugget as you watched Jaemin drive, admiring the way his profile glowed whenever he drove past street lights and well lit convenience stores, "They said my design was way too minimalistic.”

"Were you happy with your design?" Jaemin asked, not taking his eyes off the road. The sky rumbled above followed by a lightning strike. “Amazing, it’s gonna rain.” He muttered under his breath.

"Yeah, I was.” You chuckled lightly. “I really liked the design for the living room. Too bad I can’t submit it anywhere else now.”

“That’s what matters the most.” Jaemin replied, glancing at you for a second with a smile as his free hand intertwined with yours. “It’s truly their loss, I thought the design was perfect.”

You didn’t reply, instead you chuckled and leaned over to peck Jaemin gently on his cheek when he stopped at the red lights. “Thank you. I don’t care about the promotion, it's not like my salary was gonna increase.”

“Who got the promotion?”

“Yeji did, but her design was like, very luxurious.” You leaned back against the leather and looked up at the sky through the window when it rumbled again. “I don’t think anyone with a budget of less than $10-20 million can get her design.”

Jaemin proudly grins. “Any idea of how much your one might’ve been?”

“Budget?”

Jaemin hummed in reply.

“Probably a million or two? It had multiple window walls and—

“That’s it. It’s gonna be ours in a few years.” Jaemin replied so casually, you had to raise your head from the comfort of the seat to look at him in disbelief.

“What?”

Jaemin glanced at you from the corner of his eye, “What?”

You scrunched your brows together. “So, you’re saying that we’re gonna live in a million dollar penthouse in a few years?”

“That’s exactly what I said, yes.”

“Nice.”

Jaemin’s fingers tapped against the steering wheel in time to the song he had softly playing out of the radio and he turned his head and gave you an odd look. “Nice? You’ve got nothing else to say?”

You truly got over your fear of commitment, thanks to the man beside you. Nothing seemed scary in life anymore when you knew he was going to be by your side through thick and thin, no matter what. Unknowingly you started, “I fucking love you so much, it drives me crazy sometimes. Have I mentioned that before?”

Jaemin’s eyes widened and he was grateful his car was stuck in the traffic at that moment or else he would’ve pressed the brake pedal in the middle of the road. “That was so random…”

“Sorry, ignore me, my mind is going haywire right now.” You pulled your hands away from his and hid your face in the palm of your hands. “I need some fucking sleep.”

“It’s September tomorrow.”

You groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

Jaemin stopped the car in front of your apartment and unbuckled his seat belt. “I love you too, by the way.”

[7:43 pm]

“i should go,” you say to secretlover!jaemin as you watch the late afternoon sun scatter its final light onto the flowers in the garden. it streaks across your face when you turn to glance back at him.

jaemin is already staring at you when you meet his gaze, a small peony delicately balanced between two fingers. the breeze sweeps through his clothes as he makes his way over to you, the gravel crunching beneath his shoes.

he tucks the flower into your hair so it won’t fall out, working carefully. “i’m sure you should,” he whispers, his words close to your ear, and his fingers brush over your collarbone, exposed by your dress.

jaemin doesn’t step back to admire the view before moving to capture your lips in his. you slide your arms over his shoulders and he finds your waist, kissing you softly to make up for lost time and time that will be lost without you.

his fingers caress your jawline and your dress billows in the wind, the last bit of sun disappearing behind the stone wall, becoming nothing more than a golden memory that will fade into the evening sky.

[11:25 pm]

you know, you know. you should have thought about this sooner. you’re on a last-minute search for apple cider, an errand that has you dragging boyfriend!jaemin along with you to an outdoor mall. the two of you ended up getting somewhat distracted by some shiny things in the shop windows, and you’re slowly but surely running out of time before midnight.

still, you’re with jaemin, and even if you both get too sidetracked to remember the time, at least you’ll be spending new year’s with him.

“can you feel my heart beating for you?” he asks, pulling you to his chest.

there’s a sound as the fabric of your jacket comes in contact with his, and you scrunch up your nose. “nope. not underneath your two hundred layers.”

“hey!” jaemin pouts and lets go of you. “i’m not wearing two hundred layers!”

“sure looks like it, though.” you glance over his red windbreaker, which is even more puffed out from the scarf around his neck. “i can't believe i have a giant red marshmallow for a boyfriend.”

“shut up, i was just trying to be romantic.”

you sigh, blowing hair out of your face as you stare at the lights of the shops around you, most of which are dimming due to closing hours. “sorry jaems, but it’s hard to be romantic when you're wearing your weight in jackets...”

he bounces on his tiptoes, keeping his hands in his pockets. “but! it’s! cold!” and he throws a pout your way, the one that always gets paired with puppy dog eyes. “can we go home?”

“not yet, we still need to buy apple cider for tonight,” you say, pulling him with you as you continue your quest to find the right store.

“forget the apple cider! we can just have hot chocolate.”

“hot chocolate? on new year’s eve?”

“yeah, from those powder packets.” he huffs, mist appearing around his mouth. “apple cider’s probably sold out, anyways.”

“well, we don’t know until we try —” your sentence gets cut off by jaemin sweeping you off your feet, opting to carry you bridal-style back to the car. “hey!”

“oops.” he continues to walk, and the two of you earn a few glances from passersby. “my hand slipped.”

“put me down!”

“no.” he grins at your somewhat-annoyed expression. “it doesn’t matter what we have for new year’s eve, as long as i’m spending it with you.” his smile stretches when you visibly cringe at his cheesiness.

you respond with a “gross, disgusting, absolutely not”, but you’re blushing, which your boyfriend picks up on.

“babe, you signed up for this.” he gently places you back on your feet, noticing that your nose is red from the cold. “and imagine how it feels at home! we can wrap ourselves in fuzzy blankets and hold warm mugs of hot chocolate and —”

“okay, okay, you win.” a smile tugs at your lips, and you take his hand in yours. “let’s go home, then.”

as you walk the rest of the way back to the parking lot, jaemin proudly swings your connected hands back and forth. you can feel his pulse beating softly against your wrist.

hmm, i guess i can feel his heartbeat after all.

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chubby bunny

fluff . no warnings!

sitting on the couch with your boyfriend!jaemin. you think it’s funny to smush his cheeks together because he hates it.

"say chubby bunny" you giggled.

"chubby bunny” he attempted to say.

his face turned bright pink when he saw the way your eyes lit up when you laughed, he sighed and pulled you in closer to lay your head into his neck.

"i love you y/n.”

you know jaemin loves you. he makes it very clear, but normally it's through gestures or acts of kindness, not usually saying it deliberately. and you had no problem with that. you loved this about jaemin. you could tell he truly meant it when he did say it.

"i love you.." jaemin buries his face into your shoulder. "..so, so much."

pls request things!

hiii, can you do something with jaemin? like a college friends to lovers?

breakfast

genre. fluff, crack 🍞

pairings. jaemin x gn!reader

falling asleep at your friend!jaemin’s place wasn’t your intention.. yet, there you were, knocked out on the couch. you eventually woke up, disoriented and sore, while the smell of burnt toast polluted the air. on the other side of the open room, jaemin stood behind the kitchen counter, preoccupied with scraping char off the bread slices. he perked his head up once he heard you rustling around. “oh. you’re up.”

“what time is it?” you yawned, reaching for your phone, only to find it cold and dead.

“it’s like 10 or something—” his tone was casual, and it threw you off.

“jaemin!” you jumped to your feet. “i had a class at 9!” you continued, “i told you to wake me up if i ever fell asleep here again!” you ran to the bathroom, looking for the toothbrush jaemin got you last time.

his expression became one of shame, like a child being scolded by his mother. “i know, but you just looked so peaceful…”

this isn’t the first time this has happened. more often than not, jaemin invites you to hang out after class.. so you usually find yourself leaving with him to walk to his apartment… you just can’t get enough of him.

once you get there, you hope for a productive afternoon, maybe crank out some assignments. but instead, you end up talking to him all night. you’ll eventually glance at the ungodly hour on the clock, and think, "just 5 more minutes. i'll get going in 5 minutes." 5 minutes turns into 5 hours... and next thing you know, the sun is up, you've slept through all your alarms, and you're grabbing your things to rush out.

“i need to go home-” you pat your hands around the couch, looking for your purse, tossing around the blankets and pillows jaemin put on you while you were asleep.

“wait.” he interjected. “when’s your next class?”

“at 1… but i still have to go home and get dressed...” you sighed, slumping onto the stool at the kitchen island.

“you still have plenty of time to eat breakfast...” jaemin said, nudging over a plate of toast that was grilled passed the point of no return.

“jaemin…” you laughed. “im not eating that.” you eyed the dish, and a chill went down your spine. “i’ll just have some cereal.” you helped yourself to his cabinets in a search for a more edible alternative.

sitting across from jaemin at the table, you crunched on your cereal while he picked at his burnt toast… his pride wouldn’t let him throw it out. “so do you wanna come over again later?” he waited for you to chew your food before you replied.

“jaemin, be for real.” you set down your spoon. “i can’t keep coming over on weekdays. i lose track of time and fall asleep.. i can’t keep doing that.”

“why not?” he said, mouth full. “why can’t you fall asleep here?”

“i don’t have my stuff here! no skincare, no clothes…” you counted a finger for each point you listed. “and by the time i wake up, im late, and i still have to go home and get ready...”

“well then.. why not just bring stuff to stay the night.” he cleared his throat. “pack your clothes and skincare and whatever… plus, you already have a toothbrush here.”

“do you want me to stay or something?” you took a sip of juice, eyes peeking over the cup.

“i just like having you around...” he picked at the toast some more, but had yet to actually taste it.

you thought for a moment. “yeah sure.” you shrugged, ignoring the way he just made your heart flutter.

“wait really?” he looked up from his plate.

“i mean… i guess it’s not a problem as long as i bring stuff to stay.” you said, getting up from your seat to go wash your bowl in the sink. jaemin followed right behind you and draped his arms over your shoulders, pulling your back into his chest. “then can you bring stuff to stay longer than 1 night?”

jaemin has always been a pretty affectionate friend, so you didn’t think much of the hug… “maybe i could stay until the weekend..”

“just until the weekend?” he squeezed you a little tighter.

but was he always this clingy?

“na jaemin, when did you get so clingy?”

“well these days, i…” he stopped himself.

“these days, you...?” you hummed, tugging on his arms that were still embracing you, urging for him to finish his sentence. you began swaying side to side ever so slightly. “let’s just stay like this for a minute.” he cooed, catching on to your rhythm, rocking in the silence. he really gave the best hugs. after a moment, he disrupted the stillness of the room. “move in with me.”

hearing him say that so bluntly made your heart drop. flustered, you turned around to face him, his arms now resting on your back. “all of a sudden?” you laughed.

“mm.” he nodded his head to agree, looking at you so endearingly. he gradually inched his face closer to yours, and you didn’t mind.

“jaemin.”

“yeah?” he answered, just inches away.

“are you trying to kiss me right now?” you teased, as your gaze wandered from his eyes to his lips.

“are you gonna let me?” he teased back. you couldn’t hold back your smile, and he basically took that as confirmation.

he didn’t have to lean in much further before his lips were touching yours. your eyes fluttered as his hands gently met your cheeks, even tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“what are we doing?” you whispered in between breaths.

“just enjoy it.” he reassured you.

and for some reason, his words really put you at ease. in that moment, you couldn’t help but enjoy it. you reconnected your lips, and let yourself fall more in love with your best friend than you already were.

his smile forced him out of the kiss. “so does this mean we can have breakfast together every morning?”

you scoffed at his remark. “maybe if you learn how to cook first…”

@lovesuhng thanks so much for the request!!!! such a cute idea. hope you like it!!! (reqs always open)