Chapped Lips

chapped lips

pairing — na jaemin x gn!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— SIMPLIFY ROMANCE *̥ nct dream 00 line [series]

You can try to simplify romance— reduce it to a touch, call it odd attraction, a pull of a magnet... but what if you're in love?

Everyone's story is different. One starts with a last resort decision, another one sparks from a petty argument, while some find the one by a total accident and the most lucky ones find love in their best friend... What do all of the boys in those stories have in common? They're completely, utterly smitten with their special someone, and while some are more casual about it, some go above and beyond to impress the girl of their dreams.

Sprawled across the couch of Liu Yangyang’s basement, passing along bottles of beer and laughing to themselves, there’s a group of people enjoying their Friday evening. The low melody of the music playing in the background is loud enough to make you move your head to the beat of the drums, yet still quiet enough to not disturb the conversation going on as the friend group decides to play a round of every college student’s dream game– Truth or dare.

“Renjun! Truth or dare,” Yangyang perks up from his place, occupying the bean bag in the very corner of the room. 

“Truth,” the latter hums, too lazy to actually stand up from his place on the old, cigarette-smelling sofa in case of getting a dare that requires being active.

“What’s the most over the top thing you’ve done to get a girl?” 

The boy chuckles, rolling his eyes as his gaze drifts to the girl sitting on his right, the feeling of being exposed creeping up his cheeks in embarrassment; he wonders if he can play off his flushed cheeks as being too drunk and not at all flustered. Sighing, he shakes his head as he prepares to answer, already getting ready for the amount of teasing that will surely come next, knowing how his friends are, grabbing every possible opportunity to laugh at someone.

And while they all have every right to tease and poke fun at him for his love story, the knowledge that one day, they were just as down bad as he was back then brings him courage as he tells the truth; because as long as he’s aware, there are people in this circle who have acted way more dramatic than him in the process of getting the girl of their dreams to like them…

Everyone’s story is different, but you know what they all have in common? 

They’ve all been utter simps for a special someone before. 

✲ 01. blondes are done with fun — huang renjun.

a rumor has it that the popular couple in town broke up after years of being together. having to share your favorite seat in class with the male part of said relationship, you try to find out how to make your heartbroken project partner warm up to you— or— huang renjun goes blonde when he's sad.

journalism student! renjun x fem! journalism student! reader

genre. college au, acquaintances to lovers. fluff, comedy, angst, smut.

wc. 30k

✲ 02. take the stairs — na jaemin.

after having an unexpected guest witness the neverending quarrels with your roommate, na jaemin starts to practically live at your place— or— where yizhuo's flegmatic project partner starts to put a suspicious amout of effort into their assignment.

neurophysiology student! na jaemin x fem! literature student! reader

genre. college au, strangers to lovers. fluff, comedy, suggestive.

wc. 18k

✲ 03. dancing in my backseat — lee donghyuck.

there are only a few things in which men value their social status; one of them being the number of girls in their bed, the next one their rank in league of legends, and lastly, their cars— or— where you would never fuck a guy without a driver's licence.

film student! lee donghyuck x fem! film student! reader

genre. college au, enemies to lovers. fluff, comedy, smut.

wc. tba! [est. 15k]

✲ 04. language of averted eyes — lee jeno.

an anonymous love confession appears on your university confession page one day and you drag your best friend along to help you find the person behind it— or— where lee jeno aimlessly pretends to look for an answer he already knows.

computer science student! lee jeno x fem! music student! reader

genre. college au, best friends to lovers. fluff, angst, comedy.

wc. tba! [est. 15k]

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𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎 (teaser)

face your sins. free your soul.

pairing. mafiaman!jaemin x fem!reader

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

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

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TEASER BELOW THE CUT (APPROX. 900 WORDS)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We're not together anymore—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ARCANE : INIZIO | CH.1 | NCT DREAM X READER |

Inizio (n) : an Italian word for the beginning or start of something. 

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Summary: When powerful human deviants granted with the abilities of the legendary Arcana cards find themselves racing against devious forces, they are left with to make a choice that might change the fate of the world itself: be the victims of the game, or become the masters of it themselves. 

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Note: This is the second book of Arcane. The happenings in this story is a prequel to the first installment which you can check in my Masterlist. Since the lore is highly dependent on the first book, I highly suggest you check it out first—otherwise, new readers might have a hard time understanding what is happening here. Expect lots of time jumps and flashbacks throughout the chapters. 

Trigger Warnings/Themes: romance, violence, torture, trauma, poly dynamics, suggestive themes, language, psychological, mystery, sci-fi. The concept of the tarot or Arcana cards will be loosely used throughout the series. Note that I am not a trained doctor so there may be some slips here and there about medical things. Again, this is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr. Minors DNI. Please do not repost. I only publish my works in Tumblr.

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[A year ago]

The crunch of the gravel and the soft mechanical hum of the engine pierced the warm summer air as a black sedan wove through the driveway. It was mid-afternoon so the sun was no longer at its highest point in the sky, but it was bright enough still to make the Victorian-style complex sparkle in its full glory under the clear blue skies. A pair of eyes hidden behind dark glasses observed it now from the comforts of her car, her gaze going through the most intricate of details in the manor’s architecture. From a normal bystander, the building would look nothing more than an average, quiet boarding school, but of course she knew better than be fooled by its innocent charm. After giving it one last run through, she finally unlocked her door and stepped out into the light outside. 

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[2:28 pm]

“did someone say something to you?”

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

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

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

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

ARCANE | CH.11 | NCT DREAM X READER

Summary: When you decided to apply for a researcher post in an elusive institute, you already had the feeling that you’ll be getting yourself knee-deep into something out of the ordinary. But desperate needs require desperate measures, and so you embraced the invite, despite all the alarm signals urging you to run away. What you found out was nothing you’d ever expected.

Seven boys.

Seven human deviants granted with abilities tied to the legendary Arcana Cards.

Welcome to Project Dream.

Pairing: Various Dream Members x Reader

Trigger Warnings/Themes: violence, torture, trauma, very slight yandere themes, poly dynamics, suggestive themes, language, psychological, mystery, sci-fi. Romance will take a little bit of a backseat on this one since this is more of a suspense-driven plot, but it will still be threaded in the overall story. The concept of the tarot or Arcana cards will be loosely used throughout the series. Note that I am not a trained doctor so there may be some slips here and there about medical things. Again, this is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr. Minors DNI.

> CH. 1 | CH. 2 | CH.3 | CH.4 | CH.5 | CH.6 | CH.7 | CH.8 | CH.9 | CH.10

Chapter Song:

Run Boy Run > Woodkid

“Here… Have some water.”

You blindly reached out for the glass that Ten pushed towards you from across the table. Numbly, you watched as your pale fingers wrapped around it, the cold seeping into your skin like painful pinpricks. The hubbub of the coffee shop around you sounded like white noise to your ears, a complete contrast of the deafening silence from the two men sitting in front of you now. Hell, you didn’t even realize that you called them during the mess of everything that has happened in the last two hours, but here you are, staring numbly at nothing in particular as both waited for you to speak. 

“Hey… are you okay? You’re not hurt anywhere are you?” Kun asked carefully after a few more seconds of silence. You flinched despite the gentleness of his voice and raised your eyes to finally meet his.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to talk first, we just wanted to make sure you aren’t in pain or—”

“I think Cypher has my father.”

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