"shut Up And Go To Sleep ;/"

"shut up and go to sleep ;/"

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pairing: best friend! jeonghan x gn! reader ↬ tags: non-idol! au, sleepy! reader (me i am tired), talks about the deep ocean (because it's actually pretty cool), a stuffed cow plushie, being sleepy-intimate is comfy, wholesome

summary: insomnia zero (not real) but jeonghan makes you fall asleep rather easily (real) word count: 590 words

you: you asleep?

jeonghan: zzzz zzzz zzzz

jeonghan: what is it you little bugger >;[ 

you: clearly i can’t sleep that’s why im texting the one and only night owl, genius 

jeonghan: shut up go to sleep ;/

you: call? 

jeonghan stifled a yawn, looking at your message again. he moved his index finger over the video-call button, pressing it.

“hey you.” 

he recognized your voice anywhere, grinning to himself at the way you had only shown just a single eye as your typical greeting.

“hey yourself. why aren’t you sleeping?” jeonghan propped his phone up on a stand, showing his upper half clad in comfy sleepwear. 

absent-mindedly moving things around the table, he watched from the corner of his eyes as you fumbled with your phone in setting up a good spot. How silly in the cutest way, he mused. 

“rIght, your question. i just wanted to know about the abyss in the oceans. of course i hadn’t known i couldn’t fall asleep!” you joked, finally finding a stable position to put your phone up. 

the dim lights paired with the heaps of toys and blankets in your room made it feel cozy, whereas jeonghan preferred a minimalist room, with the plain necessities and shelves holding what he only needs.

you were hugging the soft cow toy that he won for you at the arcade months back, and that put a small smile on his face at the thought of something so intimate and cute such as that. 

“you little dimwit. tell me about it.” jeonghan leaned back in his chair, eyes never once leaving the screen. you hummed in confusion, “hmm? why can't i sleep or about the abyss?” 

“anything really. i’m tired, so you can do all the talking.” jeonghan yawned again, grabbing a blanket from his bed to put over his lap. 

your eyes lit up, “yeah okay! i learnt something cool while watching that 30 minute video. i hadn’t expected myself to even watch the whole thing, crazy right? the abyssopelagic zone is huge, and deep! the animals down there aren’t as pleasant looking as the ones higher up, but they are so magnificent nevertheless!” 

he let you talk, occasionally asking questions here and there to which you bring up things off-topics. jeonghan wasn’t actually tired, but knowing that the excitement you had about topics you found interesting would tire you.

subconsciously, you had mirrored his yawn and he knew his tactic was working. and it would always work, because he’d never let up this secret. 

jeonghan loves hearing you talk for a change. he liked listening to how your tone easily indicates your truest emotions. he liked how your eyes seemed to sparkle more around him, an image he’d always remember. 

it was nearing 2am, he noted. now was time for his biggest winning card. “someone’s sounding tired, hmm?”

“yeah kinda.” you agreed and hugged your plushie closer to you. 

“close your eyes. i’ll be around to end the call.”

you quizzically raised an eyebrow and he pulled out a book that he has never ever read before, “i’m in the middle of reading this. go on, close your eyes.” you huffed, murmuring a “fine okay” before tucking yourself in, pulling the covers over you. 

he hid his pleased smirk behind the book, looking at your eyes fluttering shut and arms curling around yourself. in comfortable silence, he watched carefully for any signs of you waking up, but thankfully you were out as light in the next 10 minutes of “reading”. 

“sweet dreams, lovely.” 

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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

at the end of the day, it's you whom i come home to

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pairing: bf! yeosang x gn! reader

↬ tags: yeosang being a sulky boy is so cute actually i need to thank my braincells for choosing him this time round paired with this scenario,, yeosang being an office worker (mm him in suits >>), mentions of wooyoung being his colleague and deskmate, basically a pining yeosang

summary: yeosang's morning routine got ruined because you weren't there with him (not entirely serious)

word count: 807 words

yeosang's alarm rang, effectively jolting him awake out of his slumber. with his eyes still semi-closed, he yawns as he reached out blindly, only to be disappointed by the lack of your warmth beside him. he pats the empty space again, groggily mumbling your name under his breath.

he pushed himself up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before forcing them wide open: confirming that indeed you were nowhere to be seen and that he was alone in bed that morning. yeosang grabs his phone from the bedstand and noticed your message.

"sorry lovely, i know you came home late so i didn't want to disturb you this early. i have many errands to run today, so i left home first. by the way, breakfast is waiting for you in the kitchen, so eat well ♡ i love you! have a good day~"

yeosang sighs, a visible pout forming unconsciously on his face. he runs a hand through his bed hair, deciding to finally get ready for the day. body moving on autopilot, he realizes the mundane morning activities seemed so much more dull without you around: no good morning kisses, no hugs, no clingy you to be around him.

steps ladden with mild lovesickness, yeosang trudges into the kitchen, eating alone. even his food didn't taste as good as when you were with him.

a small smile graces his face when he spots the carefully folded attire placed on the sofa. despite you rushing off, you still picked out his office wear, as it was something you did every single morning before his work. yeosang puts on the selected button down and slacks, rereading your message on the post it note.

"I thought this would be fitting for today! I'm sure you would look really dashing as you go into the office today. work hard my busy bee!"

he takes a picture of his fit as he leaves for work, texting you many pictures he knows you would like. sending you a short text to have a good day as well, he leaves for work.

----

initial happiness gives way to moody brooding in the office as he stares at the lockscreen of you two for the umpteenth time that day. yeosang exhales loudly, the clock moving incredibly slowly. you did not reply to his earlier text, only sending him a picture to show you were busying scarfing down your lunch.

he unfortunately chalks it up to you being caught-up.

yeosang signs again, earning him a nudge from his colleague and deskmate wooyoung. "seriously, did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?" wooyoung joked, but only got a defeated eye roll from yeosang, "yeah, unfortunately-" he turns to face wooyoung, who had in that moment taken a rather unflattering photo of the pouting male.

"too late, i sent it to your lover!" wooyoung cheekily scampers away and yeosang shakes his head at his antics. the same dreary mood carried him through a handful of meetings and for the rest of the day.

finally when morning bleeds to evening, yeosang is the first to pack up, heart racing as he waits impatiently in the lift to go down. he rushes out of the office building, eyes scanning the passing crowd and finally landing on your figure waiting at the same spot for him as always.

his entire being feels so much lighter when he hears your voice calling out to him in the distance: the evening's lazy atmosphere almost turns electrifying whenever you're around him. your smile widens at the sight of him sprinting full force towards you. you catch him in your embrace with a soft "oof!" when he collides into you.

"i missed you so much." he greets you with a kiss, face flushed from running. you gazed up at him, his heart overwhelmingly burst into a thousand butterflies at how much warmth was radiating from you. "i missed you very, very, very much." he repeats again, holding your face in his hands.

you chuckled, raising your arms to tousle his hair, "i know. wooyoung told me how you seemed to be in a horrible mood. is it because i didn't wake up with you today?" you teased him, showing him the picture that wooyoung sent to you: a defeated looking yeosang grumpily typing away on his keyboard.

yeosang embarrassedly nods his head, but when he attempts to act more manly you tiptoe to press another kiss on his lips. "let's go home my big boy." he practically melts into your side, and it feels as if the world is tilted right back on it's axis. everything felt right in that moment: his fingers intertwined with yours as the two of you make your way home.

at the end of every day, it was you whom he came home to.

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"why? you jealous?"

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pairing: bf! sunghoon x gn! reader

↬ tags: school! au, cold! hoon x hot! reader troupe, lowkey relationship!!, the rest of ENHA being part of the student council + hoonie and you being the presidents, sunghoon being a needy little bf despite that tough! icy! exterior!!, a bit of a slow build up and fast ending but i think it's worth it!!

summary: power couple of the school? couldn't be sunghoon and you!

word count: 1.4k words

a/n: just been to fate concert in sg (20.1.24)--suffice to say my love for them has rekindled hehe

the annoying whirr of the fans in the room was the only sound sunghoon could register, yet it was also the only thing that was keeping him sane in this very tensed room. sunghoon rubs the back of his neck as he half-heartedly flips the papers in front of him, eyes nearly crossing from the sheer number to things to be accounted for. he twirled the pen in his hand, occasionally writing things that came to his mind.

the entire student council was in a frenzy: a new event had been handed to them and they had only less than one month to get everything ready. from planning, to getting the materials and manpower, to executing...

sunghoon sighs at the overwhelming amount of things to be done. his members bustled around him, low murmurs slowly increasing in volume out of agitation and confusion.

at that moment, the door opens and he tears his attention away from the stack, before looking in your direction. you stood at the door, eyes sparkling at the sight of your members hard at work.

"pres, you're here!"

relief seemed to pour out from all the members as you stepped into the room. the comforting aura emmanating from you was incredibly magnetic and everyone immediately gathers around you. you laughed and suddenly sunghoon finds it easier to breathe.

"okay, okay. let me put down my things and we can go through all of these, alright?" you set your bag down on the floor, seating beside sunghoon at the head of the table. those two spots were specially reserved for you two, being presidents of the council.

polar opposites were what people described the both of you: the moniker "ice prince" wasn't given to him without reason--always delivering hard cold truths with the purpose to correct; whereas you had been humorously yet lovingly nicknamed "blazing heart" by many for your passionate leading and warmheartedness in the student council. however the number of projects the two of you led had caused a stir amidst the student body: they had thoroughly obsessed over the fact that you two looked great together.

he snaps out of his daydream, hoping he didn't look stupid in front of you.

"pres? i need your help with this." you sat poised as you received the papers from sunoo and niki, the treasurer and secretary respectively. he propped his elbow up on the table, head leaning against it as he watches your interaction. sunghoon's documents could wait for a bit.

the whole room seemed warmer with you around: you smile gently at sunoo, pointing out the areas that needed correction. niki sheepishly frowns, apologizing for the mistake that you mentioned. their entire demeanor changed after receiving your insight, walking away as if they were changed people. sunghoon moves the stack of papers towards you, but got interrupted yet again.

sunghoon observes again--a little irked--as jungwon, the council's welfare head, shows you something on his tablet and you once again thoughtfully suggested changes without belittling his ideas, giving him a thumbs up as jungwon happily skipped away now that he has gotten your approval. you finally turn to sunghoon and he feels his entire being set ablaze under your gaze, but your attention was cast to the members in the room.

you leaned sideways. "has it been this tense this entire morning?" you whispered, one hand cupping the side of your mouth. he gives a curt nod and you sigh, smile never once leaving your face. you cleared your throat and announced, "snacks are on me today! let's work hard!"

choruses of "thank you!" and "you're the best!" rang and sunghoon can't help but smirk at the heart-warming way you boost the team's morale. sunghoon opens his mouth wanting to ask you for your opinions, when the publicity head heeseung, shows you a few designs. he sighs.

you nod at heeseung, selecting two out of the five he presented. sunghoon felt something snap in him: he'd been trying to get you to notice him, but his members...!

you placed your hand on his forearm, eyes still trained on the posters heeseung was holding. sunghoon felt chills shoot up his spine at how you were subtly telling him to wait.

"okay, i got it. i will go and make several copies to stick around school...and maybe you can attend to our deputy president." sunghoon tries to school his expression, and as heeseung shooes away a confused jay and jake, getting the two of them to follow him.

trust heeseung to set him up with you...he doesn't know anything.

"sorry hoon. you were saying?" he temps down the fluttery feeling in his heart at the sound of your nickname for him leaving your lips. "nothing. i needed you to look at this." you skimmed through the documents, slowly nodding with satisfaction, before smiling wryly at him, "this is good! also you didn't need to wait till i came...you do know you have as much power as i do, right?"

sunghoon leans back, "well, the members do prefer listening to you rather than me. plus, it is certainly more rewarding getting your approval. i like that." you flushed at his words, bumping shoulders with him, "dont say that. they greatly respect you as much as they do for me, okay? that's why this role is selected by them for the both of us." he huffs at your zeal, face feeling warm as he agrees with you.

silence then envelops the two of you as everyone focused. time seemed to tick away faster now that you were with him in his little bubble. he relishes in the fact that you two were partners, and basked in your reassurance.

you immensely motivate him, constructive feedback a form of banter between the both of you as sunghoon speaks his mind around you, while your ideas bounced off his in a synergistc manner. under your insistent encouragement, sunghoon gathers everyone and discussed the various deadlines to meet, eyes set on you as you supported him with a big smile. the members were greatly satisfied with the direction of the event, praising the several ideas brought up by the both of you.

the tension bleeds away and idle chatter filling the air. you beckoned sunghoon to follow you, telling everyone that the both of you will be getting snacks from the nearby mini-mart, earning whoops of excitement.

he strolls uneasily beside you, itching to grab your hand, but abruptly stopping when other students murmured, directing their curious gaze towards the presidents of the student councils. praises leaves their lips as they gush at how you two complimented each other.

well, only if they knew...

the mini-mart was quiet, save for the ahjumma at the cashier talking loudly into her phone. he trails behind you like an excitable puppy but stops as he chatises himself for breaking his cool image for you. a sigh later and he speeds up to grab your wrist from behind you: he couldn't stand it any longer.

"hoonie, what should we get--!" sunghoon pulls you to him, lips colliding with yours mid sentence. his hands land on your waist possessively as your eyelids flutter shut when he deepens the kiss. he finally pulls away, a small smirk tugging on his lips upon the sight of your very red face.

"w-what was that for?!" you embarrassedly hid your face in his broad chest, and he chuckles at the sight of you: the normally composed, cheery president reduced to crumbles from a mere kiss. grasping your shoulders, he gently pulls you away from him and presses another kiss to your forehead, "i just missed you."

if even possible, sunghoon feels like his eyes were practically oozing love: just looking at you gives him butterflies. you reciprocated the kiss with a tight hug, joking, "i didn't know you needed my attention this much, my ice prince."

sunghoon's face turned incredibly warm at the nickname and he coughs. your eyes sparkled as you hid your grin behind your hand, "why, you jealous?"

"no. i mean, well yes, i was. you were so busy catering to our members you...forgot to pay attention to me." he rushed through his words, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. sunghoon felt a little silly asking for your attention like this, but how was he to when you were practically shining and everyone's eyes were on you?

"come here." you whispered and he gratefully accepts your invitation. you embrace sunghoon tightly, and he exhales deeply. "if you wanted me to even breathe in your direction, tell me. you're as important of a priority as everything else that's going on, mm?"

sunghoon nods at the reassurance, a burden lifted off his chest. he stands there a little dumbfounded as you give him a chaste kiss, walking away as if you hadn't nearly caused his knees to buckle.

"i want another kiss! please!"

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"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: 1,218 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?

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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"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!

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"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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