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"i know you best."

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pairing: best friend! jaemin x gn! reader

↬ tags: 3+1 friends to lovers, best friend knows best troupe, jaemin and reader are both pining idiots (respectfully), mentions of jeno + a small portion written in his pov in part 3,, mentions of someone getting handsy with reader but not explicit, a hinge to jealousy

summary: jaemin does know best, and that's you for him.

word count: 1.6k words

a/n: you know WHAT i think something sparked in me to be writing this much,, mayhaps this "lovesick" fool wants a go at romance, or it could just be that i'm trying to improve as a writer lol! please keep supporting me!

--1

"ah!" you yelped, a chilling sensation on your right cheek jolting you wide awake. there stood jaemin, a cheeky grin on his face as he pulls the cup of beverage away from your face. he watched as your eyes sparkled, entire being lit up as he hands you the drink.

"i got you your favorite drink. iced matcha latte. and also, your favorite muffin." jaemin holds up another bag and laughs at how your eyes seemed to nearly pop out of your head at his actions. his heart stutters rapidly in his chest at the thought of you specially waiting for him to end school.

"you did?" you gave him the biggest smile, and jaemin couldn't help but reach out to squish your cheeks, "yes i did."

shoulder to shoulder, you two walked out of school, jaemin standing protectively on your left as he guides you on the inside of the lane. "jaem, how did you know i wanted these?"

jaemin rolls his eyes as he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, "hey, if i were to reveal all these things, then it wouldn't be a surprise right?" he chuckles as you seem to seriously consider his words.

truth be told, you had mentioned wanting a treat at the beginning of the day, before you two parted for class. jaemin remembered you had wistfully pouted, before sighing when the bell rung and you headed off in the opposite direction. he also remembered how lovingly silly you looked, hair a little mused because you didn't have time to comb it, how you seemed to be a little more clingy because the sleep has not left your system. he sprinted to the cafe nearer to his block and got your favorites he knew by heart.

"you know what? keep your secrets!" you huffed, but still held out the drink in his face while urging him to try. jaemin purses his lips, grimacing at how sweet it was. you burst out laughing, fully expecting him to react that way. he wrinkles his nose at the overwhelmingly sugary taste--he thinks you're way sweeter, but doesn't tell you that.

"ugh, no thanks. i'd rather stick to my ice americano." he shakes his own cup, earning another round of giggles that wormed its way into his heart. "i'll treat you to something next time!" you promised, a skip in your steps as you bumped shoulders with him. he hums, satisfied with your answer.

--2

jaemin feels you move closer to him, the pitter patter sound of the rain soothing to his ears. the club leader droned on, over-explaining the upcoming events that were completely unnecessary. everyone was seated on the floor, you two purposely sitting at the back for a quick escape as soon as it ends. you lightly poked jaemin's side and he turns his head, mumbling a soft "what is it?" under his breath. he focuses on your sparkly eyes, seeming to always radiate warmth no matter the season.

"it's cold..." you gripped onto his sleeve, an embarrassed smile on your face. jaemin rolls his eyes: he had forewarned you today might be chilly, but you wanted to forgo comfort for fashion, hence the apologetic face. (jaemin does think you look really good in whatever you wore; you always looked stunning in his eyes.) he easily shrugs off his jacket, placing it on your shoulders, "i told you so."

jeno, jaemin and your good friend, softly mock gags beside him and jaemin smacks his good friend on the back.

he returns his attention to you and smiles when you slip your arms through them, relishing in the warmth left behind by pressing your sweater paws to your face, "much better. thanks, jaem."

the beam on jaemin's face grows wider as you huddled closer to him, hooking your arm around his and threading your cold hands through his warm ones. his chest puffs up in pride knowing that once again, you were relying on him.

--3

"you're sure that the two of you aren't dating? because it seems to me that you are. both of you are practically attached at the hip, you know." jeno, jaemin's classmate and good friend, mentions off-handedly and jaemin rolls his eyes in response. the mere thought of you could easily cause butterflies to erupt from within him, but he chose not to do anything about it.

a crush will remain just a crush to him. he doesn't even know if you saw him the same as he sees you.

"we're just friends, remember? two different peas in one pod?" jaemin shakes his head, but as soon as he sees you enter the lecture hall, the atmosphere turns electrifying and he sits straighter in his seat. you were running late, and as soon as you stepped foot into the room, you apologized profusely to the professor. you were dismissed with a wave of her hand and you made your way up the steps.

your eyes landed on the pair seated at the back of the hall and you perked up, quickening your pace. you slid into the seat on the left of jaemin, whispering under your breath, "hey you two. thanks for saving me a seat, jaemin." you hurriedly open the relevant textbooks, bending down to grab your pencil case from your bag.

wordlessly, jaemin flips it open and scribbles down the information mentioned when you weren't around. jeno watched this entire exchange go down and he really wishes he wasn't here at all.

"prof's at this part now." jaemin helpfully supplied and you thanked him silently with a pat to his head, finally settling down to take notes.

jeno stares in disbelief at the way you two were being chummy.

how could you not see it? and how could his good friend not come to terms with it?

jeno sighs in exasperation and out of good humor, choosing to ignore the way jaemin's seemed to be softer around the edges with an oblivious you beside him.

-- bonus

"get your hands off my person." jaemin glares, pulling you by the wrist closer to him. he protectively brings you behind him, his low threats to the junior became a buzzing sound in your ears as you tried to shake away that sensation that was overwhelming your senses.

dragging you out of the mansion where the party was at, he leads you away from the crowd, hand gripping yours tightly. jaemin stood in front of you, gently brushing away the hairs that were obscuring your vision. after the initial shock wore off, you squatted down at the porch, arms hugging your middle and jaemin knelt down too, worry painted across his features.

"tell me, did he try anything funny with you?" you shook your head. jaemin sighs, relief evident in the way his tensed shoulders finally sagged. he remained at your eye level, never once looking away from you. the night's event replayed in your head:

jeno was hosting a party for a select group of people, so of course jaemin was going. you weren't exactly keen and you didn't know anyone there, but knowing that he was invited made you feel a little left out. when jaemin brought up the plus-one offer to you, you greedily accepted it with no remorse. fast-forward to when you were left alone--nursing a badly mixed fruit punch--drowning that jealously bubbling within you. a junior had approached you and started chatting you up, but he didn't quite catch the context from your one-worded replies, and started getting handsy with you. jaemin who was across the living room had suddenly materialized before you, his fist hurtling into the junior's face.

"you're okay. you're with me now." jaemin softly stroked the crown of your head. shock was still in your system, and you shivered from the cool breeze of the night. he shrugged off his jacket and covers you with it. you let out a shaky sigh: you didn't want to be around him right now. you couldn't really be with him right now because of the consequences he might face. because of you.

"whatever you're thinking, don't." jaemin's voice dropped to a whisper, and you shook your head, willing this sinking feeling to go away. you sniffled and he hugs you tighter.

"i'm sorry."

you remembered that exact moment you felt your skin go cold and your hair stand on end when you saw jaemin talk to someone else, laughing heartily at something they said.

does he look like that at you, smile that much around you? why did it sting?

you glanced back up at him, and wondered if he could see the internal conflict happening all in your head. jaemin easily reads your discomfort and tilts his head to try and meet your gaze. "you can tell me anything, you know?"

"who was that person you were with?" you blurted out, the unease in your heart growing. he has been a little distant from you these days, not responding as fast on text, or skipping out on you two's usual weekly hang-outs. maybe it was that person that he was with...

"oh. them?" jaemin burst out laughing, earning him a weak punch from you. he exhales after awhile, gaze cast to the ground beneath you two, "can i confess something to you? i've been talking to them...about you because...i like you a lot and i needed some moral encouragement. i wasn't...expecting now to be the time and this wasn't my ideal situation where i'd tell you i like you, but i do."

your heart raced so rapidly, you found it so difficult to breathe in this moment.

"you like...me?"

jaemin nodded confidently despite your hesitance, his signature smirk replacing worry, "i know you best, and i know too that i want you very much. so...will you go out with me?"

in that instance, you felt like home with him.

"yes!"

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seventeen's reaction to you texting them "i'm tired."

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pairing: boyfriend! seventeen x gn! reader

a/n: merry new year to all my readers, here's my last post for this year (i moved my 1st jan post to today just so i could say this lol)

,, for those who have been supporting me through 2023, thank you all so much <3 let's step into a beautiful 2024 together !

scenario 1:

you: i'm tired. him: *missed call* him: pick up the phone him: *2 missed calls* him: where are you? i'm coming over

⤷ seungcheol, seungkwan, chan

whether you were having a tough time physically, emotionally or even mentally, these boyfies want (no, absolutely needed) to see you for themselves, to see that you were truly okay

are the types to have your texts as high priority notifications: if you didn't pick up immediately they would try and try and try until they get through you because they are so worried for you

their minds would be racing and all thoughts of rationality might just be thrown out of the window; they are scrambling to get their keys/ bus pass or whatever mode of transport they are taking and they will be at wherever you are, no matter how late

if it was physical tiredness, then you best believe they will be at your beck and call, anything to help you unwind/ relax

if it was something more mentally or emotionally taxing, they will hold you tight and whisper sweet nothings into your ears, reassuring you all while comforting you

scenario 2:

you: i'm tired. him: what happened? want to talk about it? i'm here for you, okay? i don't know what's going on but if anything please talk to me. if not...should i come over? if you don't want to text we can call too. don't be alone right now, let me share your burdens with you, let me be your strength. him: even if not today, then tomorrow, or whenever you are ready. i'll be here waiting for you.

⤷ jeonghan, joshua, wonwoo, jihoon, myungho, dokyeom

sweet loving boyfies like these would send you paragraphs after paragraphs of affirmations

respects your personal space ! but is antsy and wishes they could do something for you; definitely would be thinking about your text the entire time until you reply to them

as soon as you start texting back, they are putting down everything to reply to you, letting you talk and reading your messages carefully before texting you their hearts truest intentions

or if you call them back, same thing ! they will stop whatever they are doing so that they can listen to you, and will even switch on their video cams so that you can see them

in the case whereby you want to meet up, they will find you at their soonest availability and get you over to theirs so that you two can have a private, cozy space to talk

scenario 3:

you: i'm tired. him: let's go get something nice to eat ~

⤷ soonyoung, junhui, mingyu, vernon

these silly goofy boyfies probably mistook the text and attributed it to physical tiredness; they would probably be struggling to write a response and hence would reply a lot later ("did you mean tired or like tired tired or like..." is what is going through their heads)

surely decided to bait you to come out so they can talk to you (and to make sure you aren't alone too)

take it as a distraction ! they only want to make sure you're comfortable and they want to shower you with all their attention and love; they don't want to bring your focus to how tired you were

not good texters but good do-ers (does this make sense?) they will show to you how much they care for you through their actions

"i worry for you."

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pairing: mafia! seonghwa x bodyguard/ assistant! gn reader

↬ tags: MATZ being mafia leaders, reader using work as a coping mechanism, mentions of hongjoong once or twice (i'm not really keeping track), not much references of killing/ mafia activities (i think i kept it quite pg!!)

summary: unhealthy coping mechanisms aside, seonghwa wishes you would confide in him first [heads up! seonghwa's thoughts in bold, readers thoughts in italics]

word count: 1,2k words

a/n: this is the most i've ever written in one go (it seems to me my speciality is writing under 1k words because less words = more attention given imo),, i was considering to make this a two part post, but ultimately decided against it // the evil part of me wants to involve hongjoong and make it a love triangle--should i do it?

a/n: (31/1/24) maybe this wasn't as well-accepted i thought it would be...i guess i'll stick to my usual fluffy fics ! to those who supported this thank you xoxo! i actually have written a part 2 separately in tangent with this fic and who knows maybe i'll post it another day

background:

MATZ is an infamous mafia organization run by good friends seonghwa and hongjoong. seonghwa, the brains of the duo is stoic and serious, yet readily supports behind the scenes with logistical planning and meetings. whereas hongjoong, the brawns of the duo is the person at the forefront of many projects, resorting to force when forceful diplomacy doesn't work.

you were someone they found by chance in a dingy alleyway, a tenacious person struggling to make ends meet. under their care, you've been trained as a bodyguard to protect the both of them.

with the many years of excellent service provided them, you were recognized as a highly treasured employee and have been assisting them in many various way, to the extend the two of them trust you with many organizational secrets.

[again, seonghwa's thoughts in bold, readers thoughts in italics!!]

"i see that you have completed my assignment well."

seonghwa spins around in his chair to face you. his gaze lingers on you and you lowered your head, greeting him. this office was a place you frequented to receive your duties, and this one wasn't any different.

your mind drifted to your next agenda, mentally ticking off the various to-do's for the duo. you had just come back from a week long commission and you were to "strung up" to really want to take an off day. you're good, surely, to jump into the next one

seonghwa clears his throat and you replied, a tad bit flustered that you were daydreaming.

"of course. you can trust me."

he gave a curt nod in response, before pushing a manila envelope across his desk towards you. seonghwa watched as you took a step closer to him. reaching out, you swiftly picked up the package, weighing it in your hands. opening the envelope, you sifted through the papers, eyes scanning the documents briefly before slotting them back.

he gave you a moment to set it aside, then spoke levelly, "this is your next assignment." you tucked the package under your arm and bowed, "i understand. i will get right to it." you quickly headed for the door but seonghwa immediately calls out your name, causing you to halt in your steps.

"is there anything i can do for you?" you queried, turning back around to look at him. seonghwa paused, his words full of gentleness as he asked, "have you been okay? truthfully, please, tell me."

he heard the most recent commission was grueling (he had eyes and ears everywhere, even on you), and every time you came back to report something, security had found you crouched outside his door, hyperventilating. that broke his heart, knowing that he had to hear this from an outsider instead of personally from you; even worse that you put up such a front before him, he couldn't get through that wall.

you froze on the spot, taken aback by his question. sincerity coated his words and you find yourself faltering, the carefully pieced together front crumbling.

"i-i'm fine." you held onto the envelope tighter, willing him to just drop the conversation altogether and let you leave. leave and burrow yourself into the next assignment, bottling up everything at the back of your mind.

"i worry for you. i know that you're really excellent at what you do, but these days all i've seen is this...invisible weight you're...carrying around with you." seonghwa stands to his feet and walks towards you.

he's holding back from swooping you into his arms: as a powerful mafia, he should be able to do that, but when it came to you, all coherent thoughts went out the window.

you internally cursed at how you've been read like an open book by him. "there's nothing you need to worry about." you mumbled, reassuring yourself more than him. seonghwa reaches out for you, and you let him hold your forearm.

out of compassion or pity, you didn't know.

his expression softens at your acceptance, "it is my responsibility to care for those working with me, physically and mentally. you, especially. you're not alone, you know that right?"

for some reason, his words rooted deep in your heart and you felt your heart split into two, holding back unshed tears.

you haven't been completely honest with him, yet you somehow have the feeling he knows too. you continue to hang your head, hoping that he hadn't notice the tears forming rapidly.

seonghwa seemed to notice this and he exhales, pulling you into his embrace. you didn't have time to protest against his actions as he holds you close to him, arms wrapped protectively around you.

you were instantly transported back in time to when you were hanging on to any semblance of hope by a thread--a measly fighter in the streets--when seonghwa and hongjoong approached you and offered this job in return.

seonghwa's body is so close to yours that he can hear your erratic heartbeat and hidden sobs. you felt his lips next to your ear, his voice so low that it is barely audible.

"you're safe now. let your tears out if you need to." seonghwa soothes you, his hands stroking your back as if placating a child. you trembled in his arms, more tears escaping you inevitably. you didn't trust yourself to say anything, so you clung on to him tighter, overwhelmed by all the things you've tried to shoulder alone.

seonghwa rubs your back to ease your mind. he whispers and his voice is comforting, "it is okay to cry. i'm here."

and so you did--much like a baby. after a while, when all of the tears left you rather tired, you pulled away from his embrace.

you instantly missed the sound of his heartbeat right next your ear.

he wipes the stray tears with his thumb and you felt a wave of embarrassment flood you.

"i'm sorry for that. i should have..."

"there's nothing to apologize for. if anything, i should have noticed when you started taking commission after commission without any breaks. i should have realized something was bothering you." seonghwa shoots you a wry smile, apology written in his dark eyes.

wordlessly, seonghwa leads you to the lounge sofa away from his desk and sits you down, grabbing his quilt nearby and draped it over your shoulders. he knelt beside you, eyes never breaking contact. despite his cold front, his warmth says otherwise and that never fails to surprise you.

as he stood up, he felt you gingerly grasp onto his wrist, preventing him from walking away. your eyes were pleading him to stay, full of raw vulnerability; he almost wished he had got you to confide in him earlier.

"i'm just going to grab some water for you. i'll be back." seonghwa tucks the quilt tighter around you and tenderly pushes you back to rest on his sofa. he strides quickly out of the room and you slowly shut your eyes.

you knew he was a meticulous person, but seeing him being this soft-spoken unlike his usual stoic self felt like another barrier between you two has dissolved.

you felt like...now you could afford to be vulnerable. in front of him, at least.

suddenly, the room dimmed down considerably. you could tell by the sound of seonghwa's voice and his footsteps that he's returned. your eyelids fluttered open just as he was brushing your hair out of your face.

"have some." you took the cup from him, drinking a few gulps. his eyes never wavered as he placed the cup down, sitting beside you. you struggled to formulate an excuse to leave, but he interrupts your actions with a promise, "whatever you have in your heart, we can talk about that later. no one should have to endure so much pressure on their own."

seonghwa lets his sentence sink in, and when you squeezed his hand, he got all the confirmation he needed. he adjusts himself so that you could lay your head in his lap and instantly, exhaustion hit you. you started to fall asleep, your mind shutting off and your body relaxing completely in his presence.

the world was quiet now.

"rest. i'm here."

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𓂃 alhaitham + no words to describe .

for a haravatat graduate, alhaitham sure knows a lot of words. but when it comes to you, it’s only silence that he can provide for comfort.

alhaitham, a scholar who has mastered over 40 languages, classifies words into two categories: those that defy translation and those that cannot be expressed in any other form. to him, whichever you might be, will always be someone that he will earnestly try to decipher.

that goes for days when you can’t help but wish to stay quiet on your own, with you pulling away from the group as you’d rather drown in your own thoughts. alhaitham appears right beside you moments later, staring off at a distance with no words leaving his mouth. the scribe provides comfort with no words, making the silence a little bit bearable along with the crickets in the dark night.

kaveh tells him often that he has an emotional quotient of rock. how he lacks empathy and how at times he fails to connect with people. alhaitham knows that there’s some merit behind those words hurled at him, but as he stares at your unmoving form; face riddled with sadness and eyes moist, alhaitham wishes he can provide more comfort than his silent company.

there are also days when you take your isolation to a different level. these days are reserved when all your feelings have filled your insides to the brim, waiting to explode. alhaitham, the last person you expected to lecture you on the matters of the heart, has told you once before that it’s no use in bottling your feelings up— it does nothing for you and for the people around you— but just like the stubbornness of a rock, you never heeded his words seriously. during these times, he’d be there outside your door. he’s not hovering; he never hovers. he’s there to wait, just in case you decide to come out and seek his silent comfort. you have always thought that he’ll eventually grow tired of this setup, with him always waiting around and you taking longer to come out each time. but similar to knowledge, always there and always true, alhaitham remains outside your door, every single time.

it seems like it was one of those nights when you have yet again bottled up your feelings against alhaitham’s advice. the moon lights up the sky, its light going through the cracks of your blinds. a familiar ache settles inside your chest. only this time, the weight feels heavier, like the unspoken words and pent-up feelings are tugging the edges of your heart harder. the air around turns difficult to breathe in, like everything holding you down materialised became the very dust you had to breathe in.

outside, alhaitham is waiting like he always has, the gentle hum of the night accompanying him.

tonight, something shifts within you. your feet take you to your door, your hand trembling as you reach for the handle. as you twist the door open, familiar teal eyes meet yours and flickers in surprise.

people around you would always talk about how the scribe was expressionless. if no one knew better, one would think he’s some sort of smart machinery, created by the brilliant mind of a builder. but as merely metres separate the two of you, you notice the slightest movement in his eyebrows, the small tilt of his lip, expressing concern. he makes no move to enter your room, waiting for you to utter words. and for the first time, you step out. not to flee, but to confront.

“alhaitham,” you start and words like water break free from the dam you were holding in. you talk about your fears, your worries, the dread that consumes you from within. and alhaitham listens, unmoving, he doesn’t care when you stumble over your words because he knows all of it were genuine.

when you finish, alhaitham remains. your words dried up and worries aired out but alhaitham remains. and the scribe realises yet another thing in your presence; he who has mastered over 40 languages learns another one that is beyond words to connect with you.

with the moon unwaning and casting a soft glow on the both of you, alhaitham finds the courage to hold you in his arms. his touch that is so tender, so warm, so delicate, cherishes you in your entirety, with or without your fears.

for the first time that night, alhaitham opens his mouth to speak, “sometimes,” he starts with so much softness in his voice, “no word from any language is needed to comfort and to understand.” he looks you in the eyes and pauses for a moment, “sometimes, just being there is enough.”

and in his gentle embrace you remain thankful, and in your heart, a feeling with no amount of flowery words to describe blooms.

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a/n: js a little writing practice and projecting my own feelings lawl

Hello 👋 just wanted to drop in and say that I love en-sanctuary so much. The series so underrated wtf ?? Please don't feel pressures to discontinue (or continue) the series! I think It's underrated because usually hybrid AUs associate members with predators or strong animal (like deer hybrid Hee or Snow Leopard hybrid Hoon) but I really love the domestic feel and wholesomeness of your series. (No hate to any other enha! Hybrid blog ✍)

Also hoon being the ultimate cutie pie in this series 😩💗✋ my heart can't. I just never thought SUNGHOON out of everyone would be fit for rabbit hybrid but it's so fuckinf cute??? Wsjdjdld I can just imagine his floppy ears and how he munches on ice with a pout on his face

Wjdlejr pls ✋🤐 I'm the ultimate simp for your series okay ??

💌❣💫💥💬👋

this has been around since goodness knows when but whenever i open up my inbox and see this ??? instant butterflies and much gratitude <3 here's to a beautiful 2024 with you all !