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𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄. ¹⁸⁺ ✧ 𝐍𝐀 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluffy smut ꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you've noticed your boyfriend getting a lot . . . thicker lately.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5.5k ꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: no gendered pet names have been used for the (gn!afab!) reader; unprotected sex; oral (reader receiving); jaemin uses pet names like doll, pretty, baby, angel, whore, slut; big dick!jaemin; size kink; dacryphilia; dumbification if you squint; overstimulation if you squint; marking (jaemin receiving); it's pretty rough but it's also so sweet; choking; so so much praise; manhandling

꒰ 💬 ꒱ 𝐇𝐔𝐀'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. my first fic! wah?! for the love of my life, na jaemin! pls give this lots of love<3

it’s a quiet saturday afternoon for both you and your boyfriend jaemin. neither of you have plans nor do you want to make any, so you’re spending the better part of your day lounging in bed together. he’s watching anime on the television screen across your bed while you scroll through tiktok on a lower volume. both of your legs are tangled together; your cheek is pressed against his bare chest, one arm wrapped around his back. meanwhile, he has his own arm secure around you, bicep acting as support for your neck while his hand rests on your hip. since you’re only wearing your panties and one of his shirts, he likes to take advantage of it and gently caress your exposed skin.

deciding to let your eyes take a break from the screen, you lock your phone and set it aside so you can focus on cuddling jaemin. one of the things that you appreciate the most about having an introverted boyfriend is that you don’t need to worry about awkward attempts to make conversation. you’re able to be comfortable in the silence and simply be.

you let your gaze drop from the big screen ahead to the view of his abs. you notice that he’s going to the gym with jeno and mark more often, and his diet’s altered to include more lean meat and dairy products. he tends to hide his figure with baggy clothes and oversized shirts but when it’s just the two of you, he waltzes around the apartment in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. sometimes, he’ll throw on a hoodie and a pair of socks, but that’s for the harsh winters.

you backtrack the events of the day so far, thinking of the shower that you both took together in the morning after he came back from his morning run. when scrubbing his back, you remember putting in a tad bit more effort to get a thorough job done. the scenes rewind in your mind like cuts of a short film. his back is, without a doubt, more defined now, muscles rolling with every slight movement. his chest is firmer too, but it doesn’t compromise how pillow-like it is when you use it to rest your head. and his arms . . . oh yeah, they’re a lot beefier now. when you compare your boyfriend’s build to jeno’s, the difference is clear as day.

he hasn’t always been this thick, though. you pick your phone back up and scroll back to find photos of your boyfriend nine months ago. he did have a lean and cut figure back then.

so maybe that explains the nagging urge to bite him lately.

well, who could blame you? your boyfriend is built like a club bouncer now. a really, really hot club bouncer. one that you’d gladly bounce on his di–

“something on your mind, baby?” his husky voice pulls you out of your reverie. you hum in response, hoping he’ll let it be but you know he’ll pester you if he’s convinced something is up. your eyes follow the movement of his free hand as he grabs the remote and pauses the show. there’s no way you could miss the flex in his arm and the veins that make themselves prominent when he presses down on the button. “are you sure?”

“very, i promise.” you look up to reassure him with a sweet smile. you take the opportunity for your free hand to gently pat his chest and goddamn, he’s firm. you try not to react but it’s obvious that your efforts are in vain when he chuckles.

“really? because the way your eyes went big when you just did that tells me otherwise.” jaemin shifts your positions so that you’re both sitting upright and facing each other. you pout and look at him but the exposure of his body leads your eyes to glaze all over his broad physique brazenly. “ah . . . is that what this is about?”

“hm?” you play coy, forcing your gaze back up to him as you look at him through your lashes, batting them pretty just the way it drives him crazy. it’s so easy to toy with your boyfriend like this. his pupils dilate and he sucks in a quick breath, adam’s apple bobbing nervously in his throat as he watches you carefully.

“god,” he exhales slowly and carefully. he calls out your name—firm and resolute—with an eyebrow cocked upward. “you’re giving me those eyes . . . fuck. tell me what you want to do. now.” he runs one hand down his face in a feeble attempt to calm himself down, eyes fluttering close as he takes in another deep breath before looking back at you, waiting for you to answer him. he keeps his hands to himself, refusing to touch you until you give him the green light.

there are so many things you want to do to him; so many things you want him to do to you. even in his lust, he looks at you like you put the twinkling stars in the night sky with your very own hands, and god, you kinda wanna sit on his face for it.

it’s a risky statement to make but it’s a risk you’re willing to take. you know that he’s going to jump your bones the second you give him the green light.

“i wanna bite you while you fuck my brains out.”

jaemin doesn’t waste any time—just as you had predicted. he crawls towards you on the bed and once you’re within his reach, he wraps one strong arm around your waist to pull you onto his lap. you’re surprised by the sheer strength that he possesses, evident in the soft gasp and the slightly disoriented look when you realise you’re not where you once were.

“you’re doing this on purpose,” you chastise him with a small pout.

“what am i doing on purpose?” jaemin feigns innocence with a mischievous grin. he pushes away the messy locks of hair that have fallen on your face while the other holds you in place. your eyes trail from his well-manicured hand to his bicep flexing and relaxing with every movement. he takes your chin between his curved index finger and thumb and redirects your gaze so it’s on him. “hey. eyes on me, pretty.” his voice is low and demanding, a twinkle of mischief in his dark eyes as the corner of his lips curls upwards into a smirk. a hot rush of blood flows straight to your core and cheeks from the sudden action.

he uses the hold he has on your chin as leverage to bring your face closer to him until your lips meet halfway. sweet, chaste kisses turn into hot, desperate ones within mere heartbeats. he keeps chasing after you every time you pull away for breath, the grip around you firm as he holds you in place. he doesn’t shy away from contact, no. his hand moves from your chin to cradle the base of your scalp, guiding your head so there’s no accidental bumping while the other slides underneath one of his old shirts that you’re wearing.

the second you’re both pulling away for fresh air, there’s tension and a vague competitiveness that circles the both of you. he glances at you with half-lidded eyes, provoking you with a cheeky smirk and a raise of his eyebrows. this motherfucker. you’re suddenly overcome with a compelling urge to mark him up with hickeys and scratch lines. so, you act on your desires.

you mirror what he likes to do to you: your left hand gently grabs his jaw and turns his face away so you have more access to his neck, lips finding the right spots for you to sink your teeth in and suckle on the flesh until you get him to groan for you. you rock your clothed core against his hardening erection, swathing your tongue over a fresh hickey. you’re rewarded with a deep, throaty groan that rings in your head and sends another rush of blood to your cunt.

“shit, baby,” he exhales slowly in a feeble attempt to keep his composure as you continue your quest.

“gotta let everyone know you belong to me, handsome.” your lips ghost over his ear, whispering words of innocent sin in a low voice to hear another grunt of pleasure from him. satisfied with the reactions he’s giving you, you resume devoting your attention to marking up his neck and chest.

“you’re gonna drive me crazy.” there’s a desperation in his voice where you know he wants to take over. you’re not sure what’s taken over him but decides to let you play first. not that you’re complaining, of course.

you form a trail of open-mouthed kisses all over his broad chest and collarbones, eyelids fluttering against his hot skin until you enclose your lips around one nipple. “oh, shit–!” jaemin’s hips buck up into yours from the sudden sensation of your tongue swirling around the pert bud. his wanton reaction stirs one from you, but you bite back the moan that threatens to spill.

the ache in your core is beginning to become unbearable and you wonder just how much self-control he’s exercising. his hands on your hips are eagerly pushing your heat down against his erection, weakly humping you like a teenage boy experiencing his first sexual encounter.

when you lean back to marvel at your work, you’re greeted with a sight that consumes you with unbridled lust and makes your whole body run hot.

he’s so pretty with his face flushed, flowers of rouge and plum on his neck, collarbones, and chest, glistening with a thin layer of sweat. he’s panting softly, lips swollen from being bitten and sucked on thanks to you, and for a brief moment, the golden late noon sun that peeks through your covered blinds envelopes him in an ethereal glow.

your nails gently rake down his sculpted biceps as you ascend back up, following your trail of hickeys until you find your faces mere inches from each other once again.

“hey, you,” jaemin exhales before giving you a soft, chaste kiss. “had fun?” he asks softly. you giggle, nodding as you cup his face to properly kiss him this time.

even when he’s desperate for air, his lips trap yours in a feverish lock as if you’ll disappear if he doesn’t. his hips buck upwards into yours every other heartbeat. dexterous hands dance along your body, toying with the fabric that keeps your exposed skin from him. he’s starting to get restless for some proper action—a constant habitual reaction that you’ve noticed from him every time you’re about to get frisky.

he starts to grab and knead possessively at your love handles. that’s when you know: it’s his turn to undress you.

jaemin grabs a fistful of your shirt hem and pulls it over your head before tossing it over his shoulder into a forgotten corner. one hand is on your waist, the other ghosting his fingertips down your spine so your back gently arches into him. he nibbles on your bottom lip and presses your throbbing core against his erection.

the action elicits a soft gasp of surprise from you. he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips while fondling your right breast, pinching and rolling his thumb over your hardened nipple. he begins his own trail of open-mouthed kisses from your jawline down to your chest just so he can hear your pretty moans.

you don’t even realise that he had been slowly making you lean down until your back hits the mattress. he suddenly stops and your mind is reeling to hazily explore the one thousand and one reasons he might have paused.

before you can even think to ask if everything is okay, jaemin slides your panties to the side and latches his lips onto your clit.

shockwaves spread through your body and your hands immediately fly to his hair, thighs clenching around him when he suckles on the sensitive nub.

“jaemin!” you whine in defeat, eyes fluttering shut with your head thrown back. he only hums in response and the vibrations send another wave of electricity up your spine.

he languidly laps at your juices, his gaze constantly flitting between your face and your core. he eats you out like he’s been given a lavish meal by the gods. he toys with your clit—suckling, flicking, rolling at the nub just to watch your face contort and scrunch up in equal parts pleasure and frustration of not getting what you want. a wide grin appears on his face when your eyes meet and you whine his name in a long drag.

jaemin’s tongue starts to dance along your lower lips, collecting your juices on the wet muscle before he thrusts it deep into your core. you moan from the relief of having something shoved inside of you, walls clenching tightly around him which pulls a throaty grunt from your boyfriend.

the lewd, wet sounds of slurping and sucking fill your shared bedroom. you feel your cheeks and neck burn from how embarrassing and erotic it is but you’re too occupied with how good it feels to have his tongue stretch you out. your high is creeping upon you slowly and before you can push his head deeper so you can ride his face, he pulls away to wrap his lips around your neglected bud.

“tastes so fucking sweet,” he groans around your clit. long, dexterous fingers dig into the pillowy flesh of your thighs as he pins you down, not allowing a single movement from you. “could eat you out all day, baby.” your frustration picks away at you, tears welling in your eyes, walls clenching desperately around nothing. a needy whine is pulled from your throat before you can even stop yourself.

jaemin hums and looks back up at you, raising an eyebrow upward smugly. you’re glaring down at him, body burning with need and lust, while he continues to flick his pointed tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves. your body starts to twitch from how sensitive you are, fingers digging deep into his fluffy brown locks but he’s not done playing with you yet.

“need something, pretty?” there’s a gentle slur in his words, pretty pink lips stained with your pearlescent arousal as he rises to his feet. you don’t even know when he discarded his clothes but he’s naked with his cock throbbing against his stomach. he wraps his fingers around his duo-toned erection, spreading beads of precum on himself. “c’mon baby, use your words for me.”

the mattress dips where he parts your thighs with an authoritative bump of his knee, climbing over you like a predator surveying its prey. he leans forward, free hand gently grabbing your jaw while the other lazily pumps himself. he cocks an eyebrow upward as he grinds his bare cock against your sopping folds, letting his heavy tip catch against your clit just to watch you whimper and tremble from the sensation.

“want your cock in me now, jaem,” you whine desperately. he’s second-guessing himself and you can see it in the way his features soften a little in concern. he will always get you to cum at least once before he penetrates and this is the first time he will be forgoing it. but you—you’re desperate. your juices are dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets and you’re beyond sure that he’ll be able to slip right in.

“are you sure, angel?” jaemin’s thumb runs over your bottom lip. when presented with the opportunity, who are you to deny yourself of taking it into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it? his eyes darken, lids drooping halfway and brows furrowing just the slightest. “you’re gonna be the death of me. use your words, pretty.”

he’s caught in a trance-like state as he watches you suck on his thumb. you know he’s tempted to pull his thumb away to replace it with his ring and middle fingers just to see how deep you can take him in. since he denied you of your pleasure, you’ll deny him of his.

you release his thumb from your lips with a soft, wet pop before gazing up at him through your lashes.

“i need you to fuck me now, jaemin. i need you.”

like a switch had been flipped, he cusses under his breath and looks down to guide his cockhead to your entrance. without a hint of a warning, he bullies his cock into your warm, awaiting cunt.

“fuck!” he groans when you wrap your legs around him, heels digging into his lower back to encourage him to push deeper. meanwhile, your head is thrown back, eyes rolling back as he sinks further into you, walls tightening around him like a vice. jaemin grabs your jaw once again to force your gaze onto him. “look at me when you’re taking my fat cock, baby.”

you force your eyes open with a shaky breath, doing exactly as you’re told as you pant hotly. he continues burying himself into you until he bottoms out and his eyes bore into you when your face contorts in pure pleasure of feeling the euphoric stretch of your walls to accommodate his heavy girth.

“fuck, how are you always so fucking tight?” he’s the first to break eye contact, lids squeezing shut as he lets you get used to his size. his head falls forward and he takes the opportunity to plant sweet kisses all over your face and cheeks. you know better than anyone that it’s his way of distracting himself while you get used to his size before he starts to fuck you. it’s not like you haven’t fucked in a long time—he’s just big enough for you to struggle even when you’re at least two orgasms down.

“m-move,” you barely whisper.

with your consent, he rolls his hips forward to test the waters and he’s rewarded with a needy whine paired with your walls squeezing around him.

jaemin’s right hand plants firmly on your hip while the other gently grabs your jaw to give him more access to your neck. there’s no warning when he starts ploughing into you, cockhead burying itself deep into your cunt with every upward snap of his hips. pleasure spreads through your body in constant waves as he sets a brutal pace, fucking you with reckless abandon. his name rips through your throat in tandem with the sounds of skin smacking against skin bouncing off the thin walls.

“such a desperate little whore.” his lips latch onto your neck as he continues driving his heavy cockhead deep against all of the good spots. “always so fucking tight for me.” he sighs almost wistfully. the hand that was on your jaw moves to wrap around your throat, fingers pressing down on the right spots to restrict your airflow.

you’re already so sensitive, sparks igniting all over your body, but he angles his hips higher so his tip is aggressively bullying the exact spot that has you seeing stars. your feeble hands wrap around his wrist as he leers over you with a domineering grin.

the sight of him so consumed with lust has your heart racing from how handsome yet hedonistic he looks. his onyx eyes are blown with a dark eagerness, strands of deep brown locks sticking to his temples as beads of sweat form trails down his hairline. his lips are pink and swollen from being kissed so lovingly whilst his neck and collarbones are littered with hickeys done in your name. he looks so sinful. it’s an intoxicating view that sends your head into a tailspin and another hot burst straight to your core.

“you look so pretty when you’re so fucked out, angel,” he hissed through his teeth. “so cockhungry you can’t even speak? all you needed was my cock and you’ll be satisfied, ain’t that right?”

before you can argue with him, jaemin pulls his cock out from you and slaps the tip against your neglected clit. you whine from the sudden emptiness when he pulls away from you, desperate for his hands on your body.

“jaem . . .” your complaint comes in the form of a weak whisper that he only chuckles quietly in response. “i wanna feel you, jaem.”

“patience is a virtue, pretty.” there’s a gentle lilt in his voice and through your glossy vision you can see the grin. he’s having fun taking his own sweet time with you while you crave for his touch. as punishing as it is, part of you is quivering with anticipation for what comes next.

jaemin sinks down onto his knees until he’s face to face with your lower lips. he brings his left hand down to your dripping core, middle and index fingers spreading your pussy lips apart. he huffs in amusement as he watches your hole clench desperately around him. in embarrassment, you try to close your thighs to hide from him but he’s quicker and far stronger. one strong grip of warning and you submit in a heartbeat.

“such a gorgeous cunt . . . probably waiting for more of my cock, hm?” he asks without really asking, gaze flitting up to yours and he’s chuckling once again when you nod desperately.

he rises to his feet, casually patting his hand against your pussy and making it a point for the heel of his palm to put pressure against your throbbing clit.

“jaemin . . .”

“shh, we’ll get there, baby. patience.”

he pulls you up into a sitting position with ease before he takes his own space on his side of the bed. his back is against the headboard, pillows supporting him as he sits back and strokes his aching cock. you stare at him through your wet lashes, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

“pretty baby wants my cock, right?” you nod eagerly. “show me how badly you want it, then.” you want to glare and huff and puff and throw a tantrum but his stern gaze penetrates right through you. you pout in a feeble attempt to get him to at least pull you onto his thick lap again but he doesn’t budge.

“you’re so mean.” you complain with a grumble. with trembling thighs and arms you crawl over to him anyway. you don’t think look too hot or sexy but jaemin watches your every move like he’s going to eat you up the second you’re in his grasp. he maintains eye contact as he cleans up the hand that he used to touch himself, flat tongue licking and swirling around his dexterous digits. god, he looks so fucking hot.

you don’t know what he’s going to do next but you’re going to take advantage of getting up close so you can sink your teeth into his shoulders and your nails into his biceps.

“oh, i’m mean for giving you a chance to prove how much your slutty pussy wants my fat cock?” his words are so vulgar and it sends a hot rush straight to your core. when you straddle him, cockhead ghosting over your pussy lips, he gently takes your chin between his thumb and curled index finger to guide your eyes onto him. “why are you so quiet? cat got your tongue, doll?”

“no.” you huff in defence. jaemin chuckles in amusement when you plant both your hands on his shoulders and turn your face away slightly. when you’ve steadied yourself successfully, you take the base of his cock and line him up with your entrance.

as much as you would love to worship his body as he did to you, you’re far too impatient and too desperate to chase after your high. he’s been teasing you relentlessly and you’re going to get what you’ve been craving for.

you sink yourself down onto his cock, taking deep breaths while your walls flutter restlessly around his girth. his hands fly to your waist and guide you until you’re buried to the hilt. the tip is snugly kissing your g-spot when you’re seated properly, thighs burning from the effort after being relentlessly toyed with. your head drops and a soft moan of his name comes from your throat, forehead resting against his shoulder.

“shit,” he curses under his breath. the grip he has on your waist moves to your ass, kneading the pillowy flesh and littering kisses all over your temple and exposed shoulder. “you okay, pretty? i know my cock is too big for your greedy cunt but you take it like a good slut anyway, don’t you?” your whimpers and weak nods in response to his lewd words made his cock twitch inside of you, sending chills up your spine.

it drives you insane the way he can be so sweet and gentle while calling you such mean and obscene names. and you hate the way it makes your walls clench like a vice around him.

“yeah? i knew you liked being called a good slut.” jaemin’s fingers dig into you, biceps bulging as he effortlessly lifts you up and down his cock at a slow and steady pace. every time he sinks you down, he makes it a point to snap his hips upwards to meet you halfway. “such a cockhungry angel. what would everyone say if they saw you drooling all over my cock, huh?”

you mewl weakly in response, biting down on his shoulder to suppress your moans while your nails dig into his biceps.

“fuck, you really like getting called such dirty names, don’t you?” he bullies his cockhead right where it makes you see stars in your vision just so he can hear your sweet cries for mercy. you feel a little lightheaded from the pleasure coursing through your veins with every gentle yet hard thrust into you, blissfully taking his cock as he wants you to. “you’re so fucking dirty, baby. whose cock does this pussy belong to?”

you want to say his name, to say that it’s him, but you’re too drunk on the feeling of him wrapped around your walls to think of anything coherent.

“already dumb on my cock? i’ve barely begun, babe.”

while he’s still inside of you, jaemin secures your legs around his waist before he pushes you onto your back, changing your positions once more. the air gets knocked out of your lungs at the sudden switch, meekly whimpering his name when he checks on you. when he’s sure you’re okay, he gives you a sweet kiss on your forehead.

you don’t even realise that he has your knees hooked on his shoulders, his own digging into the mattress on either side of you. before you can process what is happening, you’re left gasping for air once again when he starts pounding into you with reckless abandon.

“jaemin!” a broken cry of his name rips through your throat when he snakes one hand down to roll your clit in figure eights. between his cock ruining your walls and the added stimulation to your throbbing clit, there’s nothing but sweet release and pleasure that fills your mind. “j-jaem, fuck, ‘s too– fuck!”

“too what, baby? is it too much? is my fat cock too much for you, baby?” he growls into your ear yet places a sloppy, tender kiss on your jawline. “you were just begging to get fucked like a whore and now—shit—and now my angel’s complaining it’s too much?” he punctuates the last three words with a thrust harder and rougher than the last, sending your head into a tailspin as your jaw drops to mewl weakly.

his words sink into your skin, touch electrifying as he patiently helps you reach your high.

“it’s– fuck, jaemin!” you weep pathetically with your walls clenching around him like a vice. you bite down on your lower lip as tears spring from your eyes due to the overstimulation of him relentlessly hitting your g-spot again and again while toying with your throbbing clit. the familiar knot starts to form and build up in your stomach, your body burning up with a feverish lust that only he can take care of. “i’m close, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, please!”

“my baby’s close?” he echoes. beads of sweat drip down his chin and mix with yours on your body. you didn’t think he could get any rougher but he proves you otherwise with his incessant rolling and tapping on your throbbing bud. he leans back to allow his free hand to play with your tits—kneading, pinching and rolling at your sensitive nipples with calloused fingers. “go on, baby. make a mess all over my cock before i fill you up, can you do that for me?”

all of the stimulations are piling up. you can’t focus on one thing at all; everything is too much all at once and the knot in your stomach is tightening dangerously. every shove and drag of his cock within your walls leave you gasping for hair, sucking him back in desperately when he withdraws himself. the sound of wet skin slapping against skin fills your ears, your moans bouncing off the walls in tandem with jaemin snapping his hips against yours. your eyes fly open—when had they shut?—to look at your boyfriend whose dark eyes burn with a feral desire to make you come undone.

“what’s wrong, baby? need me to talk you through your orgasm?” as if your body doesn’t feel hot enough already, your cheeks burn and you weakly manage a nod. he grins, clearly proud that he has this effect on you. “c’mon baby, i know you want my cum to fill you up. don’t you? i know you can do it for me, i’m close too. make a mess all over my fat cock and show me who this tight cunt belongs to.”

his words are all that it takes to bring you your sweet release. his name is ripped from your throat as your orgasm hits you in a dangerous wave, pussy clamping down on him and forming milky white rings around his cock. jaemin doesn’t stop pounding recklessly into you nor does he stop toying with your clit, switching between tapping and rolling the bud as he helps you ride out your high while he chases after his own.

“so good, you’re so fucking good for me,” he groans. the wet squelching sounds get lewder with every drag of his cock through your fluttering walls. you shouldn’t feel embarrassed about it but for some reason you are. your boyfriend doesn’t give you enough time to think about it as his thrusts get sloppier and he starts to lose his rhythm. “fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry for me. your cunt’s so fucking good, so tight f’me, fuck! i’m gonna cum, you gonna let me fill your needy pussy up, angel?”

“yes, fuck, yes!” both of your hands reach out to cup his face to direct his gaze onto you. “need you to fill me up, jaemin. wanna be dripping full of your cum. cum for me, baby.” your words act as the catalyst to helping him come undone.

his hips stutter against yours, face scrunching up and eyes fluttering shut as your name comes in a long, whiny drag from his throat. his cock twitches once, twice, before you’re filled with his hot seed. the sensation makes your shoulders tense up slightly, quietly moaning at the warmth.

jaemin, while still buried deep inside of you, carefully maneouvres himself so you’re both lying down on the bed. he makes an effort to pull you close into his chest and let him be your mattress to avoid hurting you. both of you are panting heavily, lightheaded from the dizzying pleasure as the after-sex buzz crawls underneath your skin.

“you feeling okay, pretty?” he’s the first to check in on you, turning his head to the side. he reaches his hand out to push locks of your hair that are stuck to your face. in his peripheral vision, he catches the bite marks and faint scratches that adorn his bicep and he laughs through his nose. “jesus christ, babe. sure did a number on me this time, huh?”

his words are swirling in your head and you grin lazily while looking up at him.

“you should look at yourself in the mirror next, handsome.” he cracks another smile at the slight slur in your speech, obviously worn from the spontaneous session.

jaemin lovingly leans into you to press a kiss to your forehead, lips lingering as if he’s letting the affection pour from his soul and into yours.

“i love you, _____.” he confesses in a soft whisper—a confession meant only for you to hear. “let’s take a ten-minute break before i set up the bath so we can clean up, yeah?” his hand rests at your waist, thumb massaging circles and mindless shapes into the soft flesh.

“i love you too, jaemin.” you whisper back. “we can do that.” although your body is still buzzing from the aftermath of what might just be one of your most satisfying orgasms in the past week, you’re stubborn enough to want to take care of him too. in the safety of his arms, you allow yourself to succumb to the exhaustion as your eyelids slowly fall shut.

{NCT} Class fellow Jaemin blows a kiss your way and for the first time you feel heat rising up your cheeks from blushing instead of anger or embarrassment.

Cake or Crown

Pairing: Crowned Prince! Jaemin x Baker! Reader

Genre: fluff, angst

Warning/s: mentions of death, slightly suggestive

Word count: 11.4K

Synopsis: Long ago, lived a Prince, who was loved by not only his family, but his nation too. Being an only child came with more responsibilities than just being a crowned-prince. Hoping to find an escape, Jaemin found a girl, who also happened to bake him the best birthday cake he ever had.

a/n: Happy Birthday Hye @baejso ❤️!! Thank you for letting me have this opportunity through your collab. It was my first time working on a One-Shot, I hope it's not boring. I'm so excited to share this.

Liking someone at first sight isn't an unusual thing. But the fact that you liked a prince -the only Prince of your kingdom, was quite amusing.

You had no idea who that pretty stranger was when you had first time seen him in one of the shops, surrounded by a crowd. When you learned that he was a prince, rather than feeling upset, you felt excited. In the given chance, you would desperately try to search for him as the King made a visit to the market -only to be left in agony as he, the Prince never made an appearance with his father outside the castle.

Being a mere baker, you had no hopes of meeting the prince, moreover seeing him. You even wondered if he doesn't like being outside the castle as he was rarely ever seen. Hence, you couldn't believe the stranger who bumped into you -making you trip, was none other than Jaemin, The Prince.

"Oh my," he looked at you surprised as you struggled to get up, still not believing he was real.

You immediately started to pick up the goods that fell with you and as expected, Jaemin helped you. Once you picked all of it, you finally took a breath of relief and looked at him.

He was really there, in front of you.

"I, I'm sorry," he apologized when he caught you staring at him.

You couldn't muster up a word and only nodded in response. Right before you could bow, you realized he wasn't with his guards like he should and his attire wasn't, fancy either. Most probably because he wasn't there as a prince.

You looked away, deciding to continue your journey to the shop, still unsure that what just happened, wasn't a dream.

"Quite heavy stuff, you're holding all alone," he commented and was about to turn away when he heard you speak. "Then just help me carry them."

That was quite a bold statement, coming from a shy girl.

Jaemin had no intentions of sharing the burden, so he regretted saying what he said earlier. But now that you had said, no, told him to help you, he couldn't deny. He had no reason to.

So there you were, waking with someone you'd look from afar and tried to get a peak of –as you both headed towards the bakery.

"What's in all these boxes?" Jaemin was the first one to break the silence.

"Oh, these are the ingredients for the bakery I work at."

"And what is this place?" He stopped in his tracks and looked around.

"Oh, this is Riverview," you stopped and turned to him, "This is the long cut actually. A shop is being renovated from where I usually go. I even had problem while coming from there."

A small oh was all he muttered before you both continued to walk, Jaemin's eyes not looking away from the river.

You couldn't help but admire him and his walking form. He was indeed different from all the commoners; the way he walks, the way he talks. His eyes; they looked so pretty up close, and light, in the sun.

Jaemin felt your gaze and turned to look at you, only for you to look away and stumble in surprise, "oh my," you were glad neither the things nor you fell, but you did make fool of yourself, in front of Jaemin.

"Are you alright–?"

"Yes, I am." You sighed and straighten your posture before you both continued walking. The long cut wasn't as long, only crossing the Riverview it was. But the path felt longer as you were accompanied by none other that, the Prince.

"I haven't really seen you around actually," you clarified, if he was curious to why you were staring at him.

"Yes, I, don't really go out often." His reply was simple and short, but you didn't wish for him to be quite the whole time.

"Do you like sweets?" You question probably took him by surprise, judging from his expression. He nodded. "You should visit our bakery someday then."

He stopped for a moment and looked at you, "Sure," and continued.

"What is your favorite flavor?"

"Nothing in particular," he looked over his shoulder, in your curious eyes and smiled slightly, "coffee and vanilla."

Coffee it is, then.

You nodded, smiling ear to ear.

It didn't take long for you both to reach the stop, "The bakery is on the next street, I can take it from here." Jaemin handed you the goods without a word. Not like this was initially what he had planned to do probably. "If you go from this street, you'll reach the main area. But if you plan on going to the east side again, I'll prefer not going from here because–"

"Of the renovation?" He completed your sentence. You nodded. "Sure thing, I'll just go from where we came." Without a word again, he walked back from where you both just came.

"Did I make him uncomfortable?" You wondered and made your way into the bakery as his back disappeared from your view.

Meeting the Prince was an unexpected encounter and you should probably be thanking the Heavens for it, but you couldn't help feeling joyed yet iffy at the same time. Obviously it was your first –and maybe, maybe the last meeting ever, so you wouldn't expect him to talk to you, but you were glad you made efforts and happen to ask him about his favorite flavor. This was definitely the chance, fate had offered you.

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Being a prince isn't as easy or luxurious as it may seem. It was harder especially if one is an Only Prince. Jaemin was one. He had an older brother who happen to pass away at birth. So Jaemin's birth was --- itself.

Being an obedient, kind and loyal prince, Jaemin wasn't only praised by his family but also the visitors and commoners who had met him.

Studying, training, meeting various people, and taking care of kingdom affairs. In the end, it all required some rest for the prince too. And Jaemin's ways of rest were similar to of others in palace. Some time alone with himself, going out but, as a commoner so that he can relax and not be the centre of attention, and visiting places he hadn't seen before.

Being an only child may seem nice, since many assume that the Prince had all the love of everyone in the castle and he was spoiled. But that wasn't the case with Jaemin. Afraid that his fate would be similar to his sibling, his parents had always been cautious of him and so was everyone in the palace. He wasn't allowed to play with his cousins after he had once injured his knee for Prince Jeno pushed him accidentally. He was also under the threat of his cousins, so drifting apart was also the part of his growing up process. And then again, as a Crowned Prince, the King and Queen couldn't even trust a servant with their Prince.

Jaemin's escape was the beauty of nature, and his favorite day was, his birthday.

He had the freedom to do anything he wanted to and unlike other days, he'd have a special lunch with all the family members, his cousins, plus the servants and people of the nation would be given small gifts to celebrate his day.

"Come in," Jaemin answered in his sleepy voice as Donghyuck entered the room and smiled while bowing to his friend,

"Good morning, and happy birthday, your highness."

Jaemin smiled back, eyes half open as he ran a hand though his hair and looked around. "It's that day already?"

Donghyuck nodded, "You had a pretty rough practice yesterday. Did you get a good night's sleep?"

Jaemin nodded and stood up from the bed, "Then, shall we go and get ready?"

The prince had always been treated well and given special attention. But this day was more special to him.

After the cake cutting ceremony, lunch and evening gathering with more people (who Jaemin wasn't comfortable with, but had to attend since he's the Prince), Jaemin returned to his room and fell on the bed.

"Are you tired, you highness?"

"What's with this 'your highness' suddenly?" Jaemin supported his wright on his arms and looked up at Donghyuck.

He chuckled, "Well, it's your highness's special day, that's the least I can do."

"I told you to just call me Jaemin when we're alone. Regardless of your position, you know I'll always treat you as a friend."

"What was today's fun part, Jaemin?" Donghyuck asked.

"The cake," Jaemin sat up properly, "it was the best by far. I wanted to have more of it."

"It was," he nodded and roamed around the prince's room, stopping by the glass door of the balcony, "You're tired, so get a good rest, and here, take this."

Jaemin took the papers from his friend, "What's this?"

"Cards," he replied cutely, "and maybe love letters."

Jaemin laughed, "Love letters?"

"Didn't you see the visitors' daughters fawning over you?"

"Okay, stop. You too, leave," he dropped on the bed again, "Good night."

"Good night, your highness."

"You–"

Jaemin wasn't interested in reading any of his birthday cards. It was something childish to him. But he still decided to check them in case he got one from a guest who had failed to visit. Then they could've just wrote a letter. He thought to himself and decided to ignore the rest of the cards until his eyes landed on a familiar name. Rather than a name, the card had an initial in the front.

"Where have I seen this?" He examined the symbol but decided to open it up, to confirm the sender.

Happy Birthday, to our beloved Prince. I hope you enjoyed your coffee and vanilla cake. Made with high quality ingredients and special care, by excellent bakers.

And on the very corner, a small handwriting wrote, From, the girl who forgot to thank you for helping her bring the ingredients safely.

"So that's why the initial seemed familiar." Jaemin couldn't help but laugh at the card, he was glad he opened it to read. If not, he wouldn't have known, that the girl who had recently caught his attention was the one who baked him his favorite cake ever.

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You were working as usual; kneading the dough, sifting the flour, and more of what you've been used to do since a young age.

It's been two weeks since you last met the Prince, and almost eight days since you wrote him a birthday card -you regret. It wasn't even about regret, but how ashamed you'd feel if he happened to actually read it–

"No, no, no," you shook your head, "he won't read it."

"The card?"

"Oh my!" You turned to look at your friend and co-worker who just came, "Good morning to you too Yoona."

She giggled and came to stand to in front of the table you were making small dough balls over. "Are you still thinking about it."

You sighed, "I can't help it."

"Why did you– No. What did you even write in it that you're so uneasy."

You shook your head, "There's nothing like that. I told you it's hardly three lines long."

"Then stop worrying about it and pass me the dough." You gave Yoona the dough as she made buns with you.

She was right, you'd been wondering about the card ever since you sent it with the cake.

Yoona was your one and only friend. A childhood friend in particular. You both grew up together and were no less than sisters. Even the bakery you worked at was owned by her parents. You'd never really hid anything from her. She was even aware of the incident with the Prince -the incident she denied to believe in. But at least Yoona trusted you enough to convince her mother to change the coco flavored buttercream frosting to coffee and the cake sponge to vanilla.

You frowned, "We didn't get any news from the castle, did we?"

Yoona tched, "You're still stuck over it? Don't worry, y/n, not like we had poisoned the cake or anythin– "

The sound of the bell cut her off and she ran outside the kitchen to greet the customer.

She was right again, you were overthinking, that's it. Whereas the card…"He probably didn't read it," you shook off the thoughts, "It's a good morning, I should be relaxed as well."

Hours passed baking, and finally it was your time to rest as Yoona went to deliver an order.

The bakery owner, Yoona's mother, would usually visit when the bakery got busy, as she didn't live too far from work. You'd work nonstop in the morning so that you're free afterwards and Yoona would usually do the deliveries and often you'd too. That was your routine.

The bell resounded and you immediately put your teacup aside, "Welcom–…"

"I see, I'm at the right place."

You couldn't believe that your eyes were seeing, The Prince, this close, for the second time. Feeling shocked, you stood still like a statue as Jaemin entered the shop and walked ahead.

"Are you just going to stand there?" His question brought you out of you faze and you immediately bowed to him.

But wait, he's here as a commoner again. Or did he read the card? Was bowing so low alright–?

"You may rise," he nodded and it just confirmed your suspicion.

"So, you knew who I–" he was cut off as the door opened again.

"I'm back–OH," Yoona bowed instantly as well, "Greetings to the Prince!"

"You may rise."

Yoona looked at you surprised, her eyes clearly asking what's happening?, And for you, you still stood in the same spot, eyes avoiding the Prince and even Yoona.

–

"So, you knew who I was, right?"

You nodded to the Prince's question.

Both of you were now outside the shop and also a little away from the more populated part. It would've been awkward to talk in Yoona's presence even if she knew what had happened.

"I apologise for the way I acted back then. I had no intentions of making the Prince feel uncomfortable, but the goods were literally heavy." It was true you had no intentions of making him feel uncomfortable, but you aren't sure about the latter, since you have previously brought heavy goods to the shop all by yourself too.

"Right," he nodded, "Thank you for the cake though. I enjoyed it."

"It's my pleasure," you bowed your head, "We only did what we were asked to."

"But you know, I didn't come here for any explanation," he said, making you nervous for moment. "I wanted to buy something from your shop."

There was a sudden change in your expression, as it glowed and you nodded excitedly, "It'll be an honor."

Jaemin smiled, "Hm… What is you name?"

"Y/n, Y/n," Jaemin smiled lightly as he took another bite from the sweet he held. "Her name is as pretty as her."

"Who?"

"Donghyuck," Jaemin patted the space besides him, "here."

Donghyuck sat by the prince and took the sweet he offered, "Where did this come from?"

"I brought it on my way back today."

"Oh, really?" He asked mouthful, "You don't really buy edibles from the market."

"Well," Jaemin stared at the flowers in front of him as he sat on a bench, in the castle, "looked pretty."

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Was that a dream?

You've been asking the same thing, every other while, because you couldn't believe that the Prince visited you– no, not you, but your shop, himself, and even liked the cake you participated in making. Even Yoona didn't believe it. But she was actually glad you did what you did.

You've been smiling a lot, and all your tension about the card had vanished when he asked your name.

"I must've really done something nice for this to happen to me."

Indeed, not everyone is lucky enough to catch the attention of someone they like– the Prince specially– the way you did. But it was all because of fate. If only he didn't bump into you that day–

"Greetings to the pri–"

"Quite!" Jaemin cut you off and you looked up at him in surprise, your eyes wide open.

It's been a few days since you last saw him. But still, seeing the Prince outside your shop was unexpected and compelling.

"Don't you get it? I don't plan on getting recognized right now." He put down his hand, he had outstretched to quite you down.

You lightly muttered an 'oh' and nodded, "Alright," and placed a finger on your mouth.

Jaemin chuckled at the gesture and copied you, doing the same.

"Why don't you come in Prin-? My bad..."

"I'm not here to buy anything today though?"

You frowned lightly, "Then, how I can I help you?"

"Do you know any other place, like Riverview..?"

Now who would've expected that you'd be sitting on the hill, under a browning tree, at an ordinary evening? Not even your angles could've guessed.

"Have you really not visited this place, ever?"

Jaemin shook his head.

"Quite surprising, because this is one of the most common spots for someone who just wants to take a breath, away from all the crowd or chaos."

Jaemin opened his eyes and turned to look at you, "I haven't really been to different places other than the market."

"Understandable," you nodded, breaking the eye contact, "The market itself is quite big, you can kill a lot of time just roaming here and there."

"That's the thing, I don't just want to just wander, I want to explore," he motioned to the scenery in front, "More places like this."

"Well then, I guess you've found the right person. I know about places not everyone in the kingdom knows about– sorry!"

"What…why?"

You bowed again, "I apologise for being arrogant all of a sudden. You sure must have a lot of people to help you out but I just–"

"No," he interrupted, "I want you to do it... Will you show me more?"

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Jaemin didn't visit often. His visits were usually after more than a week.

Understandable.

He was a prince who had to deal with lots of stuff in the castle and with his training, it only got delayed. But whenever he visited, it would make you feel happy, excited, and a bit nervous too. Everytime you saw him in front of you, it was hard to believe it wasn't a dream.

"Don't call me prince, and be comfortable around me. That's how I'll be at ease too." He had told you when you continued to stop mid sentence, saying prince.

You had taken him to three places he had never been, but he had visited you four times. One in which he just sat with you near the River at dusk and talked about why he liked being out in his free time and go to places he has never been.

"I just know, that this place is more than I've seen, a lot more. So I want to see as much as I can, before…" he paused.

"Before?"

"As I grow older, I'm ordered to go to different places, other's borders, that are a threat to our kingdom and can't be settled with just talking," he turned to look at you, "I can be badly hurt too. So, I want to explore more while I can…with you."

You didn't have a proper reply for him, and simply stared back. A small smile appearing as you both looked away shyly.

This is how it was. You both didn't meet a lot. But all these meetings left a warmness within, none could ignore. The shared smiles, walking closely and the last time he held your hand.

You stared at your hand and tossed in your bed, smiling ear to ear at the thought.

Did he feel the same way as you? Because you've liked Jaemin since the first time you saw him. But what he does, can it be counted as him returning the feelings?

You turned again and faced Yoona who was sound asleep in her bed, in the same room as you. She knew, That you'd met the prince more than once. She didn't know, That you'd taken the Prince to places secretly and how you'd been feeling. To her, all you felt was nothing but a small attraction towards the Prince, in which you weren't alone -as more girls of the kingdom found him handsome.

"I wonder what is really between us?"

The shop bell redounded and a smile made its way onto your face as someone special came in. "Jisung! You're back." You hugged him lightly and backed away to look at him properly, "Even grew taller."

He laughed and nodded, "Right, it's been a while."

You pulled him to sit on a chair and sat in front of him, "A while? You came after almost five months."

Jisung lived at the very west side of the kingdom with his father, which was mostly occupied by men, working at the shore, fishing and trading. As he now had more responsibilities over him –living with only his father and older brother, he would come to the main area less often then before.

"I know. But this time I'm here for a while. I won't go back just after a week."

"Really? That's great," you beamed, "Let me get you something to eat."

Yoona joined you and Jisung soon after and your evening was filled with stories of the west side, Jisung excitedly told.

After Yoona, Jisung was your only friend. You both were the same age and grew up together till the age of 8, before his mother passed away. And he and his brother started to live by the shore with their father. He'd never forget to visit you with a gift whenever he came and after all those years, the lad you'd tease, that he was shorter than you, became an attractive, tall boy.

The sun set and rose, and you wore light pink clothes, matching the beads in the bracelet Jisung gave you.

Today also happened to be the day, you already knew Jasmin would come. Unlike previous days where his visits were unforeseen.

It was your duty to open the shop and start the day.

"Jisung? You're here at this hour."

He hummed, "I don't have much to do right now. I'm not even used to sleeping till late." He entered the shop with you but stopped and he held your hand, looking at the bracelet, "This suits you."

"I know, its really pretty." You smiled and made it into the kitchen with him following behind, "Since you don't have anything to do, and Yoona will come late, wanna bake with me?"

Jisung beamed as he agreed and started to help you. When you taught him how to mix the ingredients well and knead the dough properly, he felt the joy he hadn't in a very long time and you felt at ease too, not even hearing someone entering the shop, until Jisung stopped to look at the person.

You followed his gaze and paused as you saw none other than the Prince. The open curtains of kitchen helped you to work and bake at the same time when you were alone, so you could see Jaemin properly even if he was at the entrance.

Right, he was supposed to come today.

"Welcome," you moved towards him, "W-would you like–"

"I came to wrong place," Jaemin left without a word as you stared at the closed door with wide eyes.

"Y/n?"

"Oh, yes," you shook your head and came back to him, laughing it off, "What a start."

Jisung left in an hour, baking his very first batch of bread and a mini cake.

Yoona also came soon and that's when you handed her the rest of the work for a while and ran out in case the Prince was still there.

He wasn't.

You couldn't see him anywhere near, though it was obvious you were trying to find someone. It took you quite a while to reach the hill, it was tiresome. But it was also worth the effort as a very familiar back came in sight. This was the last place you both visited together.

"Pr- Jaemin," you mumbled and stopped besides him, placing a hand on your knees and huffed.

He turned to look at you and smiled, "You came."

You both didn't get to go anywhere that day. You were tired, and the sun was about to set when you reached. So you just sat besides him, wrapped in comfortable silence as you both looked at the orange sky.

"You look pretty today," he commented out of the blue.

"Oh, thank you." You turned your face away and smiled widely. It truly felt nice to get a compliment from him.

"Also, nice, bracelet."

You looked at your wrist and back at him, "Jisung gave it to me– oh, the boy you saw earlier in the bakery. He's my childhood friend, Jisung."

"Is it fun?" He dropped on his back and laid on the grass, "Baking together?"

"It's an occupation for me -something I like to do. So it's fun, even if I do it alone." You copied him.

"Then bake with me too, someday."

"Why did he smile like that?" You couldn't forget Jaemin's face, the way he smiled, and he was so close to you.

How can you not believe it was more than a simple smile. It definitely had a meaning behind it.

You sighed, "Yoona, are you up?" You heard her hum. "What if someone smiles very sweetly at you? Like very sweet and just, you know that–"

"It was Jisung, right?" She sat up straight, eyes wide open as if she wasn't dying to get to her bed half an hour ago.

"What–?"

"Right? It was him–!"

"No, Yoona stop!" You brought your hands in front of her face to stop her from saying anything further. "No it's not him. And can you quite down?!" You whisper yelled at her.

She frowned, "Not him? Then who?"

"Answer a question with an answer. Not another question."

"Well, obviously I don't know who he is, so if he smiles like that to everyone, it's not a big deal but if he doesn't smile like that to others, he probably likes you."

You looked at your lap and remembered all the times Jaemin had smiled at you in awe as you spoke and sometimes he didn't even listen and just stared at you.

"Who is it?"

You dropped on the bed again and turned your back at her, "Later."

"Tell me–!"

"Later! Just sleep..."

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"She was again with that boy, Jisung, today." Donghyuck reported to the Prince.

That's what he usually would do. He'd be with Jaemin most of the time and do whatever Jaemin asked him to. But when the Prince would be told to go with his army to dangerous places, Donghyuck would stay in the castle –even if he's enough skilled, and Jeno would then accompany Jaemin, one of the strongest Knights of all.

"Good work, you may leave."

"Jaemin, are you alright? You look way too tired today. You didn't even have practice," Donghyuck asked, concern filled in his voice.

"I'm fine, just feeling under the weather I guess."

As told, Donghyuck left so that Jaemin could rest, but he didn't understand what -and why, was the Prince bothered.

As the King fell a little sick, Jaemin became busier and didn't have time to even step outside in the garden to take a breath.

"Jisung…" Jaemin muttered. The boy had been bothering him since he saw you both in the bakery together. And in the previous days, Donghyuck had told him about Jisung meeting you, when he was ordered by Jaemin to let him know how you were doing.

Donghyuck was surprised too, when he learned that the Prince wanted him to update him about a young baker. Even though friends, he didn't bother asking Jaemin the details as he had already been stressed about his father's health.

It wasn't just Donghyuck who was confused. But Jaemin himself didn't know why he was so bothered by Jisung. Or in general, why he wanted to know if you were alright.

Maybe he just needed to make things clearer and find answers to his own questions.

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The King was sick. As far as you could say, it was a rumor, like a lot of times before. But the fact that Jaemin didn't visit you in more than two weeks worried you. And it would be a lie to say you didn't miss him.

You missed him.

A lot.

Even if you both didn't meet often, being with him felt amazing itself. You felt joyed and honoured to be honest.

So why didn't he come? Was it really related to the King? Or he just didn't wish to visit you when he came to the market.

There were a lot of questions you had. Not just for the Prince, but you couldn't understand yourself either.

"Didn't think I'd run into you here," you heard a familiar voice on your way back to the bakery.

"Jaemin," you turned to look at the face you've been dying to see and smiled, "been a while."

He nodded and started to walk with you, "I had somethings to deal with."

"I was worried when you didn't show up for days. I even thought you were avoiding me."

He chuckled and shook his head, "Why would I?"

You slightly smiled and looked at the ground before looking up at him again, "I missed you."

He stopped, tilting his head lightly, "Why-?"

"I like you,"

And it just happened. You said that without thinking but you didn't want to regret it. And looked away immediately. "I mean- I just-"

"Say that again."

"Huh..?" Your eyes met again and when you realized he was expressionless, you sighed, "…I like you."

"Y/n," it was the first time he said your name. From the day you had told him, till this moment, he'd never addressed you with your name. "I missed you too."

Just like before, not even your angels would've expected the Prince to move forward and embrace you lightly.

You've never been so thankful for the area near your bakery to be less crowded. Or else you were sure this would've never happened.

He backed away even before you could react but a smile you didn't realize that was on your face, made Jaemin smiled wider.

He left right after with a low 'see you again', and as always, you only stood there speechless, looking at his back disappear.

You may not have done anything physically, but you heart was tired from beating so fast, and your mind was done answering the most important question;

He felt the same.

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This time you brought some food when you both went to a very special place.

"Isn't this the old housing area?" Jaemin asked as he followed you, shoulders brushing together, a comfortable silence surrounding you both.

"Yes. Have you been here before?"

"I've only passed this place a few times." He shook his head, "It seemed abandoned."

"It does seem like it," you nodded, "Since this area is far from the market and everyone had to pass the bridge to get there, residents moved to the area closer to their work. Only elders, or people with bigger families are still here." You both then made it into a quiter street, "but I'll have to agree, living near the market is more convenient."

You stopped in front of a house and opened the door with the key you had in your pocket.

You smiled as you entered and placed the food on the table.

"Whose, place is this?" Jaemin turned to you.

"My home." It was then –as you both looked around, you opened up to him. You just felt like you could, especially after the last time he talked about his hardships and moments at palace, also how he often felt isolated in their, so going with you to different places made him happy.

You shared the story of how your father was a ship worker and died in a storm, a while before you were born. You mother became so week in her last two months of pregnancy that she passed away while giving birth to you, hence you didn't ever celebrate your birthday. Your uncle took you in, but since he was a soldier in the castle, he passed away while on his duty. You were only an year old then. His wife claimed you as an unfortunate child and declined to keep you any longer. That was when Yoona's mother, your mother's friend decided to take you in and you grew up well with their care, generosity and a friend like Yoona. You never complained if you were given less than your friend, you didn't even feel bad if her father scolded you more when you both made a mess. Because if you look at yourself now, you wouldn't have been able to make it till here like this, if it wasn't for them. "I've always been, and always will be grateful to them."

Jaemin ran a hand through your hair –like he has been doing this for a while, as you placed your head on his shoulder. It was an unconscious action but both of you were fine with it.

You both were sitting on the roof which allowed you both to see a beautiful scenery. Gentle breeze colliding. Not every house had an open roof. Yours happen to be one, and it became a comfort place for you. Much better as you were now there with the person who's presence was comfort within.

Jaemin looked at you, "You said Yoona is like a sister to you, right?"

You nodded.

"Does she know about this?"

You frowned a bit, unsure of what he meant-

"About us?"

It was already so quite around, your heart beat was all you could hear. His face was inches away from yours and you could feel blood rush to your cheeks. "No." You replied, "Yoona is like a sister and knows about me a lot, but sometimes I can't talk to her either. She shares everything with her mother so I tend to avoid talking about sensitive topics. I know she doesn't have bad intentions, after all, may be I would've shared everything with my mother too, if she was here."

It was silent for a while before Jaemin expressed, "My heart is at peace here," he looked at you again, "I feel, a different type of satisfaction. I haven't really felt before."

You smiled, "I do too. I come here once a month or two, but whenever I do, I feel at peace as well."

You both were already sitting close, so it wasn't surprising when he pushed back your hair behind your ear, "Sure, this place is calming. But it's you, who makes me feel at ease, always."

He moved forward and hugged you gently. His warm embrace making you feel more at home.

Tears escaped your eyes, only realizing when Jaemin pulled back slightly to look at you, "Are you alright?"

You nodded and smiled again, "I'm contented. This feels like a dream."

"Must be a beautiful dream then."

You chuckled at Jaemin's statement and stared at him. Light brown eyes and honey skin in the setting sun's rays as he lost himself to the sky.

He felt you staring and your eye met his, but before you could look away, Jaemin gently cupped your face. He leaned forward and placed his lips over yours in a sweet first kiss. His lips carried the flavor of the cupcake consumed previously, and so did yours.

Pulling away, unlike you, he didn't seem any shy, but he smiled brighter than ever.

You were sure about it now. He was in your fate. Jaemin became your pillar, and you became his escape.

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It became harder for you and Jaemin to meet like this, –or maybe it was always like this. It only started to seem difficult because you both longed for each other.

Knowing that one wants to meet the other, Jaemin and you both became a bit desperate. He was getting busier with his trainings. And over that, meeting him publicly was hard too. You both had to make sure to meet at a secluded place in order to be protected from any unwanted attention.

The bridge that lead towards the old housing area became your meeting spot. And to be more safe, you both met beneath that bridge.

"What is this?" You asked as you looked at your wrist Jasmin was holding.

He put on a thin string, small diamond attached, bracelet on you, "I'm sorry. For that day."

You immediately knew what day he was taking about. The last time you both met –almost a month ago, Jisung had suddenly made a visit and Jaemin saw you both together. Though that wasn't it, even though Jaemin had seen you both together before too, he was able to express his jealously this time.

He was clearly upset and bothered by it, and didn't say much before abruptly leaving that day.

Maybe he's the protective type, you had thought. But there aren't any types when it came to you.

Jaemin was the only man boy in your life, and the only love of your life as well, hence why it seemed easier to forgive him.

"Really?"

He nodded and looked at you, still holding your wrist. He seemed sincere.

You pursed your lips and held his hand instead, "I wasn't upset though. It's okay."

"I actually brought this with me, when I first time came to see you," he smiled, "I thought it would be awkward to just give it to you then and kept it with me whenever we met, waiting for the right time. I know I'm saying sorry while giving it to you but I wanted to say thank you."

Your heart was already fluttering and you weren't ready for this, but had to ask, "For what?"

"Thank you, for making me the best cake I even had. Thanks to you, my birthday became sweeter."

"What..?" You shyly brought your hand back, looking away from her.

Jaemin grinned more and chuckled at your reaction. "Oh, my princess is getting shy." He cupped your face as he stated the obvious.

You denied to look at him, "You're good with your words, I guess."

As you finally looked at him, both smiling lovingly at each other, it was obvious that you'd lean and kiss, even parting with smiles on your faces.

"Just remember, Jisung is only my childhood friend," you reminded Jaemin.

"I know," he nodded, kissing your interwined hand, and he looked at the bracelet he gave you, "I felt, uneasy at that time. I didn't even know why."

"Ah, that's because you were jealous," you teased.

For a moment Jaemin's eyes got serious, "Really, jealous?" It sounded more like he was asking this himself, "Well, maybe," he nodded and shrugged, "I just know I don't want to see you with anyone else but me. I love you."

You smiled in return but there was a slight uneasy feeling in your heart you couldn't neglect. Days went by but what jaemin said still bothered you,

"I just know I don't want to see you with anyone else but me."

There was nothing wrong with his statement, but he was serious. It was the slight firmness that you happen to notice in his voice.

It was bothering you. The relationship you both had. You couldn't meet or do things with Jaemin that others in love would. Especially after someone asked Yoona if you were seeing someone because they saw you with a boy. Obviously Yoona denied, but you couldn't even tell her.

It's a universal truth, but you failed to keep up with the fact that Jaemin was a Prince. A prince with responsibilities. All the longing days, the distance, the anxiousness, it was all hard to keep up with. Sometimes you found yourself wondering, if it was right being with Jaemin. If it was right just being in love with someone who once seemed unachievable.

"What are you looking at?"

"You."

Jaemin's eyes shifted slightly. You made him flutter. But he smiled and moved to hug you from behind as you both looked at the setting sun.

The scenery had always looked prettier from the balcony of your old house. The place which was your second meeting spot. But due to the distance, it was rare to meet here.

"I can understand. I also always want to look at you."

"As if," you scoffed, "If you really did, you would meet me more often."

You heard him sigh and he turned you to look at him, "You know I try my best to meet you whenever I can," he said. "I miss you more than you think I do."

"I know, but unlike you, I'm less busy. Sometime I don't have anything to distract myself to, and that's when I miss you the most."

Jaemin pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, "Show me, how much."

You moved forward to kiss him, not expecting him to return it with full passion as his grip on you tightened and he pulled you closer.

"Jaemin–"

"Y/n," he moved back slightly to get a look at your flushed face, his hand coming up to your face. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too."

He kissed you again, all his actions filled with gentleness and love.

That evening, you both stayed in the house, tangled up in the sheets of your old bed, that was being used after months. None of you were sleepy and just talked about random things till it was late at night. Hearts content and souls at ease.

Jaemin was so warm.

He was gently rubbing your bare shoulder, when he finally revealed that he was going to leave for the northern borders in few days. "I won't be able to meet you for a while. Longer."

You turned to him, frowning, "But Jaemin, northern borders are too dangerous."

"I'm already aware of it, but it's my duty. I have to go." His fingers ran through your hair, "This isn't my first time."

"But this is the first time you're going towards the north," you looked at his chest instead and sighed, "And, this is the first time you are going to the borders after meeting me…"

Jaemin easily caught on your statement. You felt insecure. Even though you had denied it, unconsciously you thought of yourself as an unfortunate person and hence, didn't want Jaemin to leave. He chuckled.

"Why are you laughing?" You glanced at him.

"Whereas my father is persistent on sending me to the borders, my mother is worried sick. You're no less," he ruffled your hair, "I came here so that you'll encourage me, but it seems the opposite."

"It's not that–"

"Previously, I used to throw a tantrum on my way, ‘ why is father sending me there?’, ‘it's not my thing’, ‘i will not come back!’," Jaemin laughed as he revived, "But now, I'm more confident than ever," he pulled you closer, embracing you. "Like, your presence is enough to encourage me to do well."

He placed a kiss on your forehead, "So don't think about it much, Y/n."

You both left shortly after –trying to be very cautious of your surroundings even if it was late, and parted ways near the bakery with Jaemin reminding you not to be concerned and you cheering at him for the best.

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You had thought that being able to bake the Prince his birthday cake, was the best opportunity you got. But now that your bakery was also asked to bake sweet treats for the celebration party, as the prince had come back safe and successful, this became a more nerve-wracking duty.

"Ah, Y/n is one lucky girl," Yoona teasingly bumped your shoulder, "You'll be getting to see your crush again."

You chuckled, but because of how innocent her statement sounded. If only she knew.

You nodded, "I'm already looking forward to it."

Yoona and you were waking towards the castle, as representatives of the bakery. It was quite a special event. Usually commoners aren't invited but in this celebration, a few of high officials were allowed to come, moreover because it was a celebration by the nation. Foods, sweets, decorations, were all provided by different owners in market.

The cold wind made you shiver and you pulled the cape close to yourself. When you first met Jaemin, it was the start of fall and a very pleasant weather. But winter had come already and it had gotten much cooler.

It was your first time at the palace and you understood why it's a sight to see. It looked pretty from the outside so it was known the inside would be beautiful too.

Yoona and you had the same reaction, mouths open in awe as you both entered the corridor.

"Where are you going?" She pulled you back, "We have to be in the kitchen, then the lawn."

You remembered the rules and nodded, asking someone where the kitchen was, to see if the sweets your bakery made, were transported well.

You kept on glancing outside in hopes of seeing Jaemin, you had missed him a lot, and you knew you could only see him in the celebration, not even go near him.

"Okay, you all can move to the lawn now," the court lady announced, "I hope no one forgets the rules. Thank you for the hardwork."

You were the last one to step out from the kitchen and walked slowly, still hoping to see Jaemin. Suddenly someone pulled you in a different corridor and moved aside. Though you couldn't see his face because he was hugging you, you knew it was Jaemin.

"How have you been?"

"I should ask you this," you cupped his face, "How have you been?"

"Very well," he smiled, "Was it alright that day? You went home late. I was worried."

You hummed, "It was completely fine. Once in a month or two I usually go back home to clean and stay there for the night, so they weren't expecting me to return till morning."

Jaemin nodded, "I was also wondering if we had spent the whole night together. I missed you."

"I missed you too," you tip toed to peck him before pulling away from him, "I must go now."

The event by better after you've met Jaemin.

The King was feeling slightly under the weather, so the Prince got busier, having to attend the guests alone. Though he didn't miss a chance to steal glances of you and smile, but Yoona –who was always by your side, seemed to have noticed it as she would often tell how the prince looked at your side.

Unfortunately, she wasn't the only one who noticed.

It was the next day, in the morning, before Jaemin was informed his parents would like to have breakfast with him, Donghyuck came to him, "I think they got a hint of it." He said.

"Of what?" Jaemin asked.

"That you are seeing the bakery girl, Y/n."

Jaemin stopped what he was doing and turned to Donghyuck, "Really? How?"

"I don't know, I told you what I heard."

Jaemin sighed, "I thought they wanted to talk about yesterday, in general. Guess that's not it."

And Jaemin guessed right. The air was tensed in room and silent.

"Son,"

"Yes father,"

The King coughed before speaking, "My health is getting worse with each passing day, and I'm afraid you're not set to take over the throne if I'm gone."

Both his mother as Jaemin looked at the king, surprised by his statement.

"But that's not what we–"

The Queen was interrupted when his father spoke up again, "You should get married soon."

"What?"

"Me and your mother think that Princess Sia is a good match for you–"

Jaemin put down his utensils and stood up, "We've already discussed about it before. I'm not ready for it yet–"

"My condition wasn't like this before either." His father stood up as well, "Spare all the stupid ideas you have in your mind. Don't forget you're a crowned Prince." The King left right after.

Jaemin felt his mother pull on his hand, so he sat again and looked at her.

"Jaemin, don't be upset, we're doing this for your betterment."

"But mother, you selected Princess Sia for me without even asking me my–"

"What's your choice?" her tone git serious, "A mere commoner?"

Jaemin's eyes widened, "But mother she–"

"I don't want to hear anything," the Queen got up from her seat, "Like your father said, spare all stupid ideas you have. That baker will bring your downfall, stay away from her!"

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Jaemin would come to the bakery just for a second just so you knew he's there that day, that's how you both met. And today was no different, but it started raining, hard, when you got off work. Knowing that if you'll go home to fetch an umbrella, Yoona's mom may not let you go out again, so you ran to your meeting spot, getting all drenched by the rain.

"Jaemin," he must've been under the bridge for a while, because he wasn't wet at all, "Did you wait for long–?"

As soon as you came closer, his left arm wrapped over your waist and he pulled you on for a kiss. Surprised at first, you kissed back, only to pull away, "My clothes are wet–"

He kissed you again, quite desperately and this time, you didn't pull back either.

You both sat on the side, under the bridge, just looking at the rain falling from the sky. None of you said a word and Jaemin only held you close, rocking slightly. Even when you asked if he was fine, he hummed in response but didn't say anything.

"I also have to go back."

He finally looked at you as he realized he had spaced out and nodded, "Sorry… I just feel tired. And I want to be with you."

You sighed, "I do too. But I hate how we can't even meet each other anywhere else." It was silent again, before you decided to bring it up, "It this even right… Us?"

Jaemin pulled back slightly and frowned, "What?"

"I mean," you paused, "Can we really be together forever?"

"Y/n, let's talk about it some other time."

"Is everything okay?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

You sighed, "I'm sorry if I upset you."

"No, I just I don't wanna talk about it," his voice rose slightly.

"Buy I really didn't mean–"

"It's getting late, Y/n. You should go home."

It bothered you for days, how Jaemin acted then. He was definitely disturbed, so you felt guilty for bringing it up. But you had to talk about him one day or another.

Rumor has it, the King is sick and his condition isn't getting better. Everyone had been seen to discuss how the new king would be. Prince Jaemin. Even though fortunately most of them are talking positively, people have their concerns too.

You walk with the sugar bags in your arms, remembering the day you first time met Jaemin. You never thought that your intention of wanting to ask him about his favourite flavor would later turn you both into lovers. And this is where a huge full stop came. What are you and Jaemin? Just lovers? Nothing more? Can you ever be anything more than a lover to him?

The strange feeling of someone starring at you didn't seem to go away no matter how much you got distracted. You looked back, and saw the man you were suspecting, look away and stop to turn to a shop. You turned to a different route, staying there till you saw the man trying to look for you.

You came out and confronted him, "If you have anything to say or ask, you can do it directly. No need to follow me like a creep."

He was surprised and shook his head, "No, I was just..."

At a loss of words, the man, no, the boy remained silent. But you have seen him before. "You're from the palace right? I'm sure I've seen you there."

He nodded, "I'm Prince's right hand, Donghyuck."

Hearing him mention Jaemin, you took him to a secluded area. You were upset when he said he didn't come to see you because Jaemin told him so. He came to you because he wanted to, "I've followed you and Prince a few times but later he told me it wasn't needed so I didn't," he seemed a bit awkward.

"What do you have to tell me? Is everything alright?" You asked.

He nodded, "I'm not sure, how to start."

"It's okay, take your time." You were trying to seem calm but inside, you were dying of curiosity.

"The King, he is sick." He started. So it was true after all. "And it seems like the Prince will have to take over the throne very soon."

"Oh, is King's condition very bad?"

"Very," he glanced at you, "But do you know, Jaemin- I mean the Prince isn't yet capable enough to be a king?"

You looked at Donghyuck in shock and shook you head, "Howcome– but, why are you telling me this? Is it something to do with me..?"

"Kind off…" he looked away then back at you, "Look Y/n," he turned serious, "once Jaemin becomes the King, there will be a lot of people who would be against it. It will be a life threatening issue for him. And to secure his place, he needs to have a heir, and for that–"

"He needs to marry a Princess." You interrupted.

He nodded again, "If only he had an older brother, who would take over the throne, Jaemin could've married a commoner. Like his aunt –the King's younger sister."

This is why you were getting tensed as each day passed and news of King's health spread more and more.

"I see. I was already aware of it. But it's a reality I want to– "

"You can't deny." Donghyuck cut you off, "You shouldn't." He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder as he saw tears gathering in your eyes. "Y/n, the reason I decided to come here myself, is because Jaemin doesn't even have time to sleep properly. I'm not sure when he'll be able to meet you."

You wiped a stray tear and nodded, "I understand."

"Look, I'm not sure when, but Jaemin will definitely come to meet you. Whenever he gets the chance to. Just be patient, I'm sure he'll make the right decision."

Both you and Donghyuck knew what right decision meant. But none of you took this conversation any further, and sat in silence for while.

You stood up, "Thanks for deciding to come. I should get going now."

"Alright."

"You should come by the bakery some day," you tried smiling at him.

"Sure. The things are tasty no doubt."

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And just like that, a month passed with a lot of predicted events happening. The King passed away a few days after you had met Donghyuck –You didn't think his very soon would be this early. Prince Jaemin became King Jaemin –And you continued to worry for his health, hoping he was eating and sleeping well. There wasn't much of a difference, but a new threat to the nation arose. And like Donghyuck had mentioned, the neighboring Kingdom was said to have sent their Princess for the marriage with Jaemin.

And this is where your patience drained away.

You needed an answer. Regardless of how it'll affect you, you wanted to know what was happening, in your life. If not Jaemin, you wished Donghyuck would come to meet you, because last time he had cleared a lot of things in your mind.

The days without any news of Jaemin passed just like how they had previously, but time would sometimes stop, drowning you in the sea of questions, loneliness and doubts. You hated this. The most comforting place, your old home, also started to remind you of Jaemin and you didn't wish to go there.

You'd just sit silently, looking at your bracelet and hoping that the next person comes to the shop would be Jaemin, letting you know it's just another day you both meet. Meeting, which felt like doing something wrong because of how cautious you both have to be.

Fate. It has always been fate. And maybe what felt like the last few moments till you really ran out of the patience, fate had other plans, hence the next person to enter the shop happened to be Jaemin.

You immediately stood up at his arrival. He simply smiled, and left how he usually did. But you didn't wait till your shift was over for it was the closing time. You told Yoona in the kitchen you're leaving and immediately followed Jaemin.

He was surprised when you back hugged him mid way and turned to you, "We can't let anyone see us, let's go."

He took your hand and moved to where you both meet. You wanted to ask him, why.

"How have you been?" He pulled you closer, his hand running over your face, stopping at your jaw.

"Why can we not be seen together?" You asked.

"Do you not know, or are you acting that you don't. I'm not just a Prince now." He chuckled, tired, "My first public appearance isn't yet announced. We really can't be seen together."

"Wrong things are done like this, all concealed and tensed."

He laughed again, "What a sight, my princess is sulking?" he pinched your cheeks, "I'm sorry, it took me so long."

You sighed feeling defeated. You can't stay angry at him, so glad to finally see him. "I know you couldn't have come. Is everything okay? I mean… the King passed away..?"

"It's okay," he sadly smiled, "We all saw it coming."

"Jaemin," you cupped his face, "I missed you so much."

He leaned in your touch, "I missed you more, knowing that you were waiting for me."

"I heard," you bit your lip slightly, "a Princess came here."

Jaemin became expressionless and didn't say anything.

"Is it true."

Sensing the sadness in your voice he looked away, "She's here, yes."

For some reason you couldn't just stay like this and your slowly backed away from him. A small oh leaving you. Donghyuck's words came into your mind.

"But Y/n–"

"This is what I was talking about, that day," you didn't let Jaemin get a hold of you, "I don't like it Jaemin. I was serious when I said that it feels like we're doing something wrong when we meet so secretly like this."

"Y/n," he paused, "You know I was a Prince and couldn't just meet you publicly, now I'm a King–"

"This is where it feels worse," your voice quivered and you felt tears escape your eyes, "Sometimes, I feel like this shouldn't have ever happened, we shouldn't have ever met."

"How can you say this–?"

"You just now confirmed that the Princess is here!" Your voice rose, "What are you planning on doing? Marry her and keep meeting me behind everyone's back–?"

"Enough!" His voice rose too and he ran a hand through his hair, "You really think this is my intention? I love you, Y/n."

"But is this enough?" You were already crying then, "Is this enough..? I love you? Will this bring us together?"

"I- I have nothing more to say if you don't plan on understanding me. I was only here for a while, I'm leaving."

"This is what you did last time too," Jaemin stopped when he heard you. You wiped your tears, "Running away. You left me unanswered and your doing that now too." You turned and left without another word and decided not to look back either.

You didn't go to the shop, instead went to your house, and stayed in bed, not even eating anything.

"Y/n, tell me right now what happened?!" Yoona asked again. She had been worried for you since you didn't show up at the shop and now that you were acting like this, she had to know what happened.

"Yoona," you looked at her, frustrated, tears suddenly left your eyes, "just go!"

"Y/n," she held your shoulders and asked again, "What happened?"

You couldn't stop yourself and confessed everything to her. Yoona patiently listened to you till late at night, as you shared your sadness with her.

She laid besides you on your bed, "So much happened and I had no idea. I actually suspected that you were seeing someone but, it would be the Prince…" she exhaled, still not believing you.

"Yoona," you had stopped crying and simply stared at the ceiling, "This was never a good thing to start off with, right?"

"Don't say that, if I put myself in your place, I would do the same. Especially because you liked him."

You looked at your wrist again and brought it in front of Yoona, "Take it off."

"What–?"

"Jaemin gave me this."

"The Prince–?" She sat up, "Really? Looks expensive."

Seeing you expressionless, she took it off and gave you.

You put it under your pillow and turned on your side. "I know I can't sleep it off. But I'm so tired of all this."

"Y/n," Yoona caressed your back, "Did you both really end everything today?"

"You can say that."

"No, I need an answer like, yes or no."

You paused and looked at her, "Yes, everything ended." You chuckled sadly, "You know, the Princess is actually here. In our kingdom."

Her eyes widened, "Already?"

You nodded and closed your eyes to sleep.

"Not all endings are happy— or simply, not all needs a prince charming to be happy."

You looked at Yoona again, her eyes dripping with sincerity.

"You deserve so much happiness. Everyone does." She smiled, "But it doesn't have to do be from one person. It can vary. It comes and goes. You must have the strength to take it in and accept what has been given to you, especially if you can't go against it."

Tears gathered your eyes again and you nodded, "He was my prince charming, but I wasn’t his princess."

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Without Jaemin, life was just like before. But it was easier to cope up with everything, now that you have shared your thoughts and feelings with Yoona. Your bond with her was always special but after that night, you felt more closer than ever. Maybe claiming that you can't share some things with her because she tells everything to her mother, was just an excuse, to your nature of not being able to open up sometimes. And now that you thought deeply about it, Yoona and her parents have given you so much love, even if it was less than what she received comparatively. Love wasn't just given romantically, platonic love should also be paid attention to. And you were doing the same. Trying to get better and living how you did before meeting Jaemin. He will never leave your life, and will always be somehow connected to you. But not as two lovers. Instead, as King and commoner. Maybe it was really an end. And you will never meet him again.

"Welcome–" you smiled when you saw someone you didn't think would come, "Donghyuck."

"Y/n, I'll definitely take something but before that, can you do me a favor?"

"Favour?"

"Someone wants to meet you–"

"Y/n, who is–?" Yoona came from kitchen.

"Jaemin?" You asked Donghyuck.

He glanced between you and Yoona and nodded.

You turned to Yoona, "It's Jaemin." She asked you whenever you left in between work, where you were going, expressing her concern.

"Y/n," she paused, "Do you really have to go?

You looked at Donghyuck and then at your feet.

"It may be the last time," you heard Donghyuck mumble and then you nodded at Yoona, "Please."

She nodded in return and you asked Donghyuck where Jaemin was, going there immediately.

He wasn't very far, as he stood by a tree near Riverview. Since the night had come, the place barely had people.

He saw you and looked at you with a smile, "Y/n." He hugged you.

"Jaemin."

"How have you been?" He asked and pulled back.

"Just, fine. You?"

"Me too." He looked hesitant, "It's so hard to come to the market, now that I'm the King."

You both remained silent, so he spoke again, "I thought a lot about it, what you said the other day. 'Marry her and keep meeting me behind everyone's back'." He quoted you, "That was the harsh reality I was running away from, Y/n." When he looked at you, his eyes were glossy, impersonating yours. "But that is what was going to happen… But I can't do it, I can't." he shook his head, "I can't do this to you, nor her."

You broke the eye contact as tears slipped your eyes. The 'may be' Donghyuck said in his sentence had given you some hope, which was now crushed.

"You see, I'm a King. The King of this nation… but I'm helpless. I can't do anything for the one most precious to me, my real princess–"

"Don't say this, please," you finally spoke, "It was already hard letting you go… How will I move on if you say things like these." You sniffed and laughed, "Just say something harsh and end it already."

"I can't," he cupped your face again, "I don't want you to think of me as a jerk who was only using you–"

You interrupted, "I know. You're not a jerk, you're the loveliest person I know. That's why, you, don't make it hard for me." You pulled back from his grip.

"Let me say it one last time," he breathed out and held both your hands instead, "I truly loved you– I love you, Y/n. I do. And I'm sorry I couldn't do anything for us… As much as I don't like how you're not wearing the bracelet I gave you, I'm relieved. Sorry for interrupting when you were trying to get over this, this mess I made. But, I'm thankful to have met you."

"Me too," you nodded, trying not to cry, "I always thought that our meeting and falling in love, was fate. Maybe leaving, and parting ways is also in our fate. And I've accepted it as it is. Because the time I spent with you, was beautiful. And even if it hurts to say goodbye, I can endure it. Because you let me have some of the most beautiful times of life, and I've understood, not all stories have a happy ending," you laughed, "Ours was a sad one, no doubt."

Jaemin laughed, feeling more hopeless than ever. He pulled on your hands and held your face gently, placing one last kiss on your forehead.

"Then," you moved back, and bowed, "Long live the King and Queen."

Jaemin wanted to scoff but remained silent. What was supposed to be blessing given by the nation to their rulers, sounded more like a mock to his helplessness.

That spring night marked your last good-bye, which was depressing and shallow, but answered all the questions you had.

Though, you weren't expecting that you'd be working on a cake which is for the King's wedding, only a moth later.

___________ ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆“Feeling better?”⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

I forced myself to write this but hope you guys like it. Happy birthday Jaemin

The autumn sun cast a soft, golden glow through the window as you nestled into your blanket. The chill in the air mirrored your own discomfort, a cold making you crave warmth and care. Wrapped in the comfort of your soft cocoon, you tried to ignore the nagging discomfort and instead focused on the gentle hum of your heater and the soothing promise of rest.

The quiet was soon broken by a familiar sound—the creak of the front door. Jaemin’s voice followed, always gentle and soothing. “I’m home!” he called out, and you could hear the cheer in his tone. Even before you could fully see him, his presence alone seemed to make the room warmer.

Jaemin entered with a loving smile, carrying a tray that radiated comfort. Your heart melted at the sight of him. He placed the tray beside you, and you could already smell the soothing aroma of herbal tea and homemade chicken soup. His eyes, always full of care, sparkled with concern as he settled beside you.

“I thought you might need some of this,” he said softly, handing you the tea first. You took a sip, feeling the warmth spread through you like a gentle hug. Then, he placed the bowl of soup within easy reach, his fingers brushing against yours just a moment longer than necessary, igniting butterflies in your stomach.

Jaemin’s tenderness was unwavering. He noticed your tired sigh and, without a word, lay down beside you, offering himself as a pillow. His body was warm and reassuring, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against your back. He positioned himself so that you could lean against him comfortably, and the simple act of his presence made you feel safe and cherished.

“Rest now,” he whispered, his voice a calming balm. You could feel his steady breath against the back of your neck, wrapping you in tranquility. As you sipped your tea and ate the soup, Jaemin gently stroked your hair, his touch tender and caring. The rhythmic motion was a perfect antidote to your anxiety and discomfort.

Time seemed to slow down as the afternoon wore on. Jaemin was attentive to your every need, anticipating them with an instinctive grace. When he noticed you shifting uncomfortably, he began to give you a massage. His hands moved expertly over your shoulders, easing the tension that had settled there. Each touch was filled with love, making you feel cherished and adored.

“Feeling better?” he asked quietly, his voice a soothing murmur.

“Much,” you replied, leaning into his touch. “Thank you.”

As the sun began to set, casting a warm amber light across the room, Jaemin announced that he was preparing a bath for you. He helped you to the bathroom, where the scent of lavender and chamomile filled the air. Soft candlelight flickered around the room, creating an atmosphere of peace and relaxation.

He had already filled the tub with warm water and added aromatic bath salts that smelled heavenly. Jaemin stayed by your side, gently guiding you into the bath and ensuring everything was just right. His careful attention to detail was a testament to how much he cared for you.

“Just relax and take your time,” he said, his hand brushing softly against your cheek before he stepped out to give you privacy. The bath was exactly what you needed—a perfect blend of warmth and tranquility. The stress of the day seemed to dissolve with every moment you spent in the water.

When you finally emerged, feeling renewed and refreshed, Jaemin was waiting with a warm towel and a soft robe. He helped you dry off, his hands gentle and his touch tender. As you settled back onto the couch, now wrapped in warmth, Jaemin returned with a surprise—a bowl of your favorite dessert.

“I thought you might enjoy this,” he said, handing you the dessert with a playful smile that made your heart flutter. The sweetness of the treat was the perfect end to a day filled with care and love.

As the evening deepened, you both snuggled up in bed, the room filled with the soft purring of your kitties. Jaemin wrapped his arms around you, his warmth enveloping you completely, like an embrace from your favorite blanket. The kitties nestled close, adding to the sense of coziness and contentment in this intimate moment.

The day had been simple yet infused with profound love. Jaemin’s attentiveness, his small acts of kindness, and the way he made every moment special had turned an ordinary day into a beautiful memory. As you lay there, surrounded by warmth, love, and the gentle purring of your pets, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace and joy. Jaemin’s embrace was a perfect reminder of how deeply he cared for you, filling your heart with a warmth that seemed to chase away any lingering shadows of doubt or worry. His presence beside you was a constant source of comfort, a grounding force in a world that often felt unpredictable and chaotic.

In the quiet intimacy of the moment, with the only sound being the soft breaths you both took as you drifted towards sleep, you traced invisible patterns on Jaemin's chest. His heartbeat was steady beneath your touch, a soothing rhythm that matched the peace settling over you like a blanket.

As you closed your eyes, surrendering to the embrace of sleep, you knew that no matter what challenges the future may bring, having Jaemin by your side made even the most daunting obstacles seem surmountable. In his arms, surrounded by the love of your furry companions and the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls, you found a sanctuary—a place where worries melted away and only love remained.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟐𝟎-𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫-𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧

Acclaimed photographer and virgin extraordinaire, Jaemin finds himself crushing hard on a girl working at a pizza shop. And by some miracle, they’re hiring for the summer.

⊹ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 2.9k ⊹ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 female pizza chef y/n x virgin photographer Jaemin ⊹ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 virgin au, college au, fluff, smut ⊹ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 swearing, male masturbation ⊹ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 🦷 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 Dedicated to @nochv. I’m so sick of this fic I don’t even want to look at it anymore. Let’s pretend he’s still 20. ⊹ 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | disclaimer | masterlist

　“You’re a–a virgin?” Renjun exclaims.

　Jaemin shrugs. “Yeah.”

　Renjun’s gaze flitters around his apartment as he tries to make sense of this bewildering information. “You’re telling me, you’ve travelled to every single continent but you haven’t had sex?”

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Turning Page - Jaemin AU

Hi! this one took soooo long to write, apologies but it’s here! Thank you all so much for the continuous love and support you’ve shown my blog throughout 2021💛

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“…She’s your daughter. Even if it hurts atleast she would know, it’s worse than keeping it from her”

And when that day comes you will. You will tell her just how good a man her father is. How gentle and kind he is to everyone. How his smile is the same as hers and can brighten anyone’s day. How she got his eyes and why you can never say no to her just like you were with him.

“It isn’t the only truth I’ve been keeping, one day maybe I’ll get to tell that story”

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Storks | Na Jaemin

Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader

Summary: Jaemin decides to tell your daughter how babies are made… at age four.

Genre: Daddy!Jaemin, Established relationship AU, fluff

Word Count: 0.4k

Gif: @fiveseasonss​

A/N: It’s the return of house husband Jaemin, last seen in the bedroom in Positions ;)

​“Mommy, why you get so fat?" 

It was a lazy Sunday morning, and you were lounging on the couch with your favourite book. Your husband Jaemin snoozed in the opposite side of the room. 

A small hand tapped your belly. 

You looked over the top of your book and saw your four-year-old daughter June. She was staring at your baby bump with wide eyes. 

You chuckled and put the book down. "June, remember I-”

“Daddy put a baby in mommy,” Jaemin interrupted. He got up and crouched on the floor next to his daughter. 

Jaemin put his large hand over your daughter’s small one, both touching your bump. 

The little girl’s eyebrows shot up. “How you get a baby in there, daddy?" 

Jaemin’s lip quirked up in a half-smirk. "Well… first I got your mom drunk, and then I took off all her clothes-" 

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neotherapy (18+)

"Hey, uh... hello? You've reached Neo Therapy Practitioners, this is Jisung speaking!

Oh, you wanted to schedule with us? Sounds good! And who will you be visiting today?"

— Let’s face it, this whole adulting thing? Shit fucking sucks. Working from nine to five as a corporate slave for the next forty years until you’re rendered obsolete isn't exactly what you'd consider a fulfilling lifestyle. Between a ridiculous workload, an asshole supervisor, and an inexplicable amount of failed dates— it’s fair to say that you were one minor inconvenience away from committing arson.

That changes for the better when your coworker refers you to Dr. Lee at Neo Therapy Practitioners. A complex with a multitude of services to provide. Ranging from chiropractic adjustment, to beauty services, to even a practice as niche as aromatherapy? You find yourself dabbling in each of these services to unwind from all the stress, gaining confidence and relaxation in the process. 

You unfortunately learn nothing in life is without consequence, however. When you end up in certain "situations" with each provider— you think you may have bit off just a little more than you can chew. But hey, beauty is pain, right?

— scheduled appointments

♡ session 1: step on a crack, dr. lee's gonna break your back!

– by guanana

[ “That’s what I’m here for. I’ll put you right back into shape.” ]

pairing: jeno x reader

summary: After years of sitting hunched over at an office desk and squinting your eyes at an overly saturated computer screen, your back finally gives out on you and decides it needs a break. 

Good thing your friendly neighborhood chiropractor Dr. Lee is here to save the day! Small issue though— he’s really fucking hot and he’s got a way with his hands.

status — booked 

♡ session 2: paint nails n' get railed!

– by mondaycoffee

[  “So? Do you want that discount or not?” ]

pairing: yangyang x reader

summary: At the suggestion of Dr. Lee, you find yourself setting up an appointment at Yangyang’s Paint-n-Go, Neo Therapy Practitioners’ very own nail bar! However, when you discover just how freaking expensive it is to get a mani-pedi done these days, your tech has an offer that you find difficult to refuse…

status — booked

♡ session 3: wants n' kneads

– by guanana

[ “This would be a lot easier if we kept conversation to a minimum. I can’t do my job properly if you don’t shut up.” ]

pairing: jaemin x reader

summary: The stress of the office has caught up to you once again. In fact, it came back so strong your back gives out ten times worse than before.

As if it couldn't get any worse, Jeno’s out of town. With your trusty chiropractor missing in action, circumstance leads you to the front door of Neo Therapy’s late night masseuse. Jaemin's not the friendliest nor the most talkative, so your utter confusion makes complete sense when his fingers find themselves knuckle-deep in your pussy halfway through the massage.

status: scheduling

♡ session 4: sugar, spice, n' good advice!

– by mondaycoffee

[ “I see her everywhere. She’s the early morning rain, the neglected cup of coffee sitting on the bathroom sink, and kind words from a stranger when you need them the most. I am used to seeing those traces of her, and, more often than not, it is I who seek them. But, when I’m with you, her memory gets the slightest bit fainter and that’s really nice.” ]

pairing: renjun x reader

summary: After your last appointment, you find out the origin of the pleasant smelling oils used during your massage: the handsome Mr. Huang working just across the hall. You discover through research that he’s a popular Aromatherapist in your area, and that he’s known particularly for his expertise in treating work-related stress. Perfect! You discover that he’s the complete opposite of what you had gotten with the emotionless masseuse, Jaemin; he is kind-hearted, gentle, and a wonderful listener. So it’s no surprise that after only a few sessions, you’re falling hard for sweet Renjun—with disastrous consequences.

status: scheduling

♡ session 5: find love, or dye trying

– by mondaycoffee

[ “Dude, watch it! You’re gonna get bleach on my vintage 1987 David Bowie Glass Spider Tour shirt!” ]

pairing: mark x reader

summary: If someone were to ask you if the glass was half-full or half-empty, you’d simply answer by bashing the glass against their head. You were not rolling with the punches, life throwing one thing after another with no signs of stopping. It’s so bad that Haechan finds a whole patch of white hairs forming at your scalp. Entering a quarter life crisis, you make your way to Neo Therapy’s highly acclaimed hair stylist as quickly as possible.

Now enter the eccentric—and painfully awkward—Mark Lee. While he doesn’t know a lot of things, he seems to know just how to fix you up. But while you’re stuck in his chair, you discover that he also has a knack for pissing you off. And what does a sane person do when they lose their cool? Step on a man’s cock, of course! 

status: scheduling

♡ session 6 (FINALE): face your fears

– by guanana

[ "You don't always have to do things on your own, you know. I'm always gonna be here for you." ]

pairing: ? x reader

summary: You would think after all of the dollars you've invested into Neo Therapy Practitioners, you'd be much better off than how you started both physically and mentally. That's not the case though— you'd say you've gotten even worse.

After the trials and tribulations you've suffered from at the hands of the dastardly attractive men, you decide it's time to throw in the towel and accept that this 'treat yourself' shtick just isn't for you.

At least, that's what you had planned until you receive a call from the person you'd least expect. And just maybe, it might be what you've needed all along.

status: scheduling

— prologue

“Yeah, the fish was bigger than my forearm! Little prick nearly took me overboard, so you’re honestly lucky to be sitting in my presence today.” Your blind date guffaws, taking an obnoxiously loud sip of his wine.

You tried to be attentive, you really did. It isn’t often that you actually go out on dates, but when one of your ‘girlfriends’ offered to set you up with her “charming and well-mannered” coworker, you decided that it would be good to get out of the house for a while and enjoy yourself. However, this wasn’t exactly what you had in mind. Fortunately it doesn’t take long for you to see this man for who he truly is: a complete and total jack off.

Kevin Moon, on paper, is everything that a woman could ask for in a partner. He has a stable, high-paying job, and he makes enough money for you to step down from your position at the office and take care of the house. For an office man, he’s not exactly lacking in the looks department either, bragging that he works out daily to maintain his physique. When you ask him why he agreed to go on a date with you, however, his answer strikes you as more than a little off-putting. “Honestly??” He traces a finger along the circumference of a dinner plate, not breaking eye contact with you. “I was told that you have a bangin’ body. Needless to say, I wasn’t disappointed by that assessment.”

Your heart sinks to the bottom of your seat, watching a wolfish grin overtake his handsome face. Of course your friend didn’t say something like ‘Oh, she has an admirable work ethic’ or even a simple ‘She’s beautiful, I think you would like her.’ She has reduced you to the shell you inhabit without so much as trying. You squirm uncomfortably under his gaze, “Ah, I see…” You hum absentmindedly, trying to focus on anything but the man in front of you.

“Say,” He trails a suggestive hand across the table, grazing your own that rests next to your barely touched food. Having opted for the salad as your appetizer after he shot you a rather judgmental stare when you asked the waitress for fried calamari. Remembering the way he had spoken over you, taking on a snappy tone with the young lady. “Why don’t we take this back to my place?”

The logical thing to do would be to pack your things and leave this bastard high and dry. But you did tell your friend that you would give him a chance, that you were ready to get back into the game.

Your mind trails back to your time with Dr. Lee Jeno, your chiropractor who had shown you that there was nothing wrong with casual sex. While you enjoyed it and had gone back for seconds, thirds, and even more– the both of you had agreed that you were simply in different places in life right now. He was much too work oriented to make time for a relationship, and you were in pursuit of something more stable. Agreeing that your relationship held no depth aside from great sexual chemistry in bed.

An index finger traces down your knuckle, bringing your attention back to the man across from you. He tries a bit too hard to flash you some bedroom eyes, looking like he just ate an edible whole rather than looking desirable. Rather than subtly biting his lip, the man was just chowing down on the flesh. 

The bar must be in hell. Because in retrospect, the next words that come out in your mouth could’ve easily stayed within the burner of your mind. With a heavy sigh, you decide to throw the dog a bone.

“Sure, let’s go.”

—-

“God damn,” Kevin groans after pulling out of you. Rolling and splatting back flat onto his king-sized bed with fast paced breaths. Popping off the used condom and tossing it into the trash bin near his dresser. “You’re amazing.”

You really wished you could say the same, but you couldn’t lie to save your life. Mr. Moon was subpar, and that was being generous. The man has not mastered the motion of the ocean, and was a two-pump chump at that. Bland, boring, and overall textbook sex has you regretting ever agreeing to a night out with him.

If it was bound to go nowhere, you wouldn’t have had that much of a problem. Never one to set your expectations so high as to not set yourself up for disappointment. But was it really too much to ask for a basic understanding of human anatomy? He couldn’t locate your clit to save his life, and that’s not even the worst part. 

You didn’t even get a free meal out of this. The son of a bitch grinning at you cheesily back at the restaurant, shame apparent when he tells you that he’s ‘forgotten his wallet.’

Looking up at his ceiling, you refuse to look him in the eye. You’re especially ashamed of yourself for settling. If you wanted dick that badly, Jeno could’ve easily just fucked you until you literally couldn’t think properly. 

Kevin watches you worriedly when you pick yourself up, redressing yourself and patting yourself down. Wordless when you collect your bag from the coat rack. “Heading out already?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You reply dryly when you make your way down the stairs, Kevin following closely with his now flaccid dick swinging with every step. God, he’s shameless.

“I mean, did you want to spend the night?” He clears his throat.

“I’m alright,” Your hand is already on the door handle, ready to head home to cleanse yourself of tonight’s sins. “I’ve got an early morning tomorrow.”

“Could I see you another day, then? Maybe Friday night?”

It takes everything in you to not sneer at his audacity when he tries to grab at your wrist. Seeking solace in biting your cheek. If it was up to you, you’d never see him ever again. 

“I’m going to have a late night, I won’t be able to make it.”

“Saturday then?”

You blink at him slowly, almost appalled when he doesn’t get the hint.

“...Sunday?”

Oh, brother.

“You know what?” You say, twisting the door handle before taking a step out. Secondhand embarrassment running heavily through your veins when he follows you out, bare ass out for his neighbors to see if they were to look outside. “I’ll keep you posted.”

His lips form into a disappointed ‘o.’ “Uh, text me?”

“Yeah, something like that.” And with that, you were gone with the wind.

––

You’re late. 

That much is apparent as you walk into the private room rented by your group of friends, voicing an apology upon your late arrival. You rush toward the open chair, frazzled as you drape your coat and bag across the top. Nobody found it important enough to wait on you before starting on their meals, save for Yeri who greeted you when you took your place next to her. “It’s really, really nice to see you.” Her voice is sweet and her smile warm, you can already feel your nerves begin to melt away.

“You too, it’s been way too long.” You murmur, pulling her into a side hug. You mean it; out of all of the people in attendance, Yeri was the only person you could truly call your friend. She always made sure to keep you in the loop, extending hang outs to you even when the others hadn’t. “I hope you’ve been well.”

A nasally voice from across the table interrupts your conversation, painted lips pulling into a veneered grin. “Ya-da, ya-da. I don’t know about everyone else, but I for one would really like to hear how that date with Kevin from HR went.”

Of course she would. The owner of the voice, Rianne, sat opposite of you at the large table. She was the one who contacted you about the date in the first place, assuring you that he was the perfect gentleman. However, the triumphant look in her eyes revealed the truth– she absolutely knew exactly what she had thrown you into…and now she wants to hear you recount your failure in front of everyone.

“It went alright.” You take a long drink of your water, swallowing down your pride along with an ice cube or two.

Her eyes were predatory as she watched you swallow, “Oh, that’s lovely! Are you going on a second date? You were all he could talk about in the office yesterday.”

And suddenly you’re choking, water going down entirely the wrong way. “Really?” You manage between coughs. “What– what did he say?”

“He said that you were so eager,” Rianne hid her smiling mouth behind a napkin, eyes betraying her amusement. “You couldn’t seem to keep your hands to yourself.” Your jaw slacks at the audacity, but before you have the chance to defend yourself she cuts you off with a giggle. “I can’t say I blame you, though. He is quite handsome, you make such a lovely couple.”

Fire courses through your veins, “We’re not a couple. He was nice, but I honestly don’t think I’m ready for a relationship right now. I don’t have any plans to see him again.”

A few of the girls gasp at your words, whispers erupting from each corner. Rianne’s eyes widen comically, letting out a feigned gasp of her own. “But, you can’t keep waiting forever! Face it dear, you’re not exactly getting any younger.”

You bite down on the tip of your tongue, trying hard to keep from giving her a piece of your mind. Luckily for you, Yeri is there in an instant, hands wrapping daintily around your forearm. “That’s enough, I think.” She reprimands, voice loud enough for everyone at the table to hear over the chatter. Then, she turns to you with a twinkle in her eyes. “Now, who wants dessert?” 

The discourse ended just as soon as it began with much gratitude owed to Yeri’s intervention. Now that dessert has been passed around the table and the conversations have taken a better turn, you finally find time to relax. The atmosphere is far lighter, and even Rianne cannot keep from enjoying herself despite her loss. Soon, the attention of the whole table has been gathered, another one of your peers rising to their feet to speak. “As everyone already knows, our very own Yeri is getting married next month!”

The entire room erupts into cheers, Yeri bashfully curling into your side. You remember hearing about that! Her big, shiny engagement ring was the only thing taking up your instagram feed for at least a week. “This is so wonderful,” The same friend gushes. “Let’s hear some more details from the beautiful bride!” 

“Well,” The bride-to-be begins, not even bothering to rise to her feet. “The color scheme for my bridesmaids will incorporate the red gowns I have already sent to the group chat.”

“Question, are we allowed to bring a plus one for this event? My fiance is on his way back from France on the private jet as we speak.” One of the ladies interrupts from the opposite end of the table, studying her perfectly manicured nails, trying to bring everyone’s attention to the rock presiding on her ring finger. Shameless. “I need to let him know these things so that he can have his secretary plan accordingly.”

Your eye involuntarily twitches as annoyance courses through your veins at light speed, unsettling your stomach. Of course this was going to be a popularity contest, a dimwitted battle of the dates. What else would it be about? You knew that Yeri came from money, but at least she was humble about it. As for the rest of them, all they care about is their material possessions and comparing the arm candy they’ve managed to secure within the last week. In response to your intense emotions, one of your hands ball up the fabric of your pencil skirt.

Yeri nods in response to her friend’s question, “Yes, plus ones are welcome! Just let me know so we can have enough food for everyone!”

All of the women seem to speak at once, each describing their plans for hair and nails, as well as the various men they’re thinking about inviting to the wedding. You attentively listen in on each of their conversations, trying to gauge where you stand in the midst of it all. To your surprise, it seems as though you’re the only person in turmoil about this. Unlike them, you have no date and you hadn’t even thought about the possibility that you would need one.

Rianne’s voice rises above the chatter, “Yeah, I have a date, too! He’s the sexiest guy in the whole office, everyone wants him, but he wants me.” She boasts, pressing her chest against the table, breasts nearly spilling from her blouse.

Well what do you know, she tricked someone into liking her? Pity. Honestly you couldn’t understand Rianne’s appeal. Sure she’s gorgeous, but when age finally claims her beauty, what will she have left? Certainly it wouldn’t be her winning personality… “--what about you?”

“What?”

“I said,” Rianne sucks her teeth at your inattentiveness. “It seems like everyone here has a date, what about you?” She cuts you off before you’re able to counter her, corners of her mouth downturned with artificial sympathy. “Oh yeah, you’re ‘not ready for a relationship’ right now. That’s okay, someone has to be there to watch the kids, right?”

Oh fuck no. “You’re sorely mistaken. I said I wasn’t ready for a relationship, not that I didn’t have a date.”

Her perfectly arched brows shoot up, “Oh really?”

Your mouth runs dry, but you try your best to keep a neutral expression. “Well, not exactl–”

“Who’s the lucky guy? Do we know him?” She leans in even closer. Any sign of surprise leaves her face, contempt reclaiming her features. It was well known that Rianne had to get the last word in any scuffle, so it was no surprise when she drove you into a corner. Putting words in your mouth to paint you as a charity case. 

When your mouth clamps shut at the shame, a crooked smirk makes its way to her face once again. “Thought so.” She clicks her tongue at the last syllable. “You’ve always tended to… hm, how do I say this as nicely as possible?” She tilts her head, thinking hard when she brings a hand to her chin. 

“Tend to what?” 

“Neglect yourself.” She narrows her eyes at you, giving your visage a once over up and down. “But don’t worry about that, because I’d love to help you with that.”

“And why would you want to do that?” You snide, biting back any curses that threaten to leave your lips.

“Because what else are friends for? I’d hate to have you look anything less than presentable.” She travels from her spot at the table to wrap an arm around you, the suffocating closeness feels like being constricted by a snake. “How about you come with the rest of the girls and I for our next trip to the nail salon? I’ll cover all of your expenses, of course. I know you can get a little... stingy.”

There’s no way in hell you’re going anywhere with her. Not now, not even in a million years. At the mention of a trip to the nail salon, you’re swiftly reminded of a certain someone. Tall, broad, handsome, and offering a discount– at his colleague’s expense of course, but that didn’t matter right now. “No thanks, I’m good.”

Her confusion is apparent, and her hold on you loosens ever so slightly. “Why not?”

Because you would rather drop dead than give her any more ammo. “Because I’ve got an appointment elsewhere.” Shrugging yourself from her arms, you turn to face her and her expression is even better than you’d hoped. Mouth agape, jaw opening and shutting, almost fish-like as she tries to protest. You don’t try to stop the smile creeping up onto your face, “Contrary to belief, I do spoil myself every now and then.”

Never one to back down, she tries to call your bluff. “And just where are you going to get your nails done? There’s no way it could be any better than where we’re going.”

Even if it wasn’t by the grace of Yeri grabbing your attention to try her dessert that had just arrived, you know that you would’ve kept your little sanctuary to yourself. Turning away from the offended Rianne, you regain some semblance of control when you get one over on her. Honestly, a plus one wasn’t your top priority at the moment. Rather your mind drifts to your prospective nail appointment and your chiropractor.

It makes you think– not only did Jeno refer you to the nail technician across the hall from his office, but the complex had a whole hallway of different practices. Thinking about the two little business cards lodged in the folds of your wallet, you’ve yet to encounter even a fraction of the pleasures that they have to offer at Neo Therapy Practitioners.

...

"Hey, it's Jisung again. Thanks for holding.

...Are you still there? Ah, good! Alright, so I've got you all set for your appointment. We look forward to seeing you soon.

Oh? No need to thank us. You know it'll always be our pleasure to serve you."

...click.

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shortcake | na jaemin (m)

genre: smut, fwb dynamic, porn w/ a mini plot, minor fluff at the end 😐

prompt: virgin!reader (f) x experienced!jaemin

word count: 5.2k

⚠ smut warnings: unprotected sex, size kink (petite mc), mirror sex fingering, mention of masturbation (sex toys), like one instance of edging, virgin kink (?), blowjob

a/n: this is my first work ever, and it took way too long to finish and make decent enough to publish. so yeah, DON’T JUDGE! i may or may not make edits afterwards. also i wrote mc as petite bc im really just writing her as myself lmfao

The sun has fallen asleep, leaving nothing but pitch-blackness for you to gaze at through the window of a bedroom that isn’t yours. The absence of noisy streets and sidewalks make the world appear empty and the black sky like a stage curtain that’s been drawn between the bedroom and the rest of the world— the sense of privacy only enhancing the scandalous situation you’ve put yourself in tonight.

But you know that tonight wasn’t a rash decision. You’re not yearning to lose your first time for the sake of being able to say that you finally did it. You’re not seeking to experience just pleasure. If that was the case, you would be back home in your own bed, performing the same routine of yours from any other restless night. Virginity has never equated to innocence, and you are the prime example of that.

Though you pride yourself in your independence and stress that you don’t need a relationship, you’ve grown tired of pretending your own touch was that of a man and keeping your erotic moments to yourself. You want someone to see you fucked out, to hear your lewd noises, to touch every inch of your body, to taste you.

The desperation has built up so much that you’ve resorted to asking your coworker to take your virginity.

Jaemin lies perfectly in the middle between a close friend and a stranger. You often close the store together and got along just fine, but that’s all there was to it. You might’ve thought he was cute when he first joined the crew, but so did everyone. High school girls visit often, only to order a free water and watch him from a distance while giggling and blushing among themselves. Of course, he pays no attention to them, but you find yourself rolling your eyes at the girls anyways. Sometimes, you like to entertain yourself by making him laugh or subtly placing your hand on his shoulder in front of them and seeing their reactions afterwards. It warms your heart knowing that you have a closer relationship with Jaemin than they do, even if the extent of it is just chatting with him during slow hours.

When he’s not nagging you about how to clean the store properly or teasing you for your height, his company is quite pleasant. You might even dare to say he’s your favorite coworker, just never to him. You like to think that you’re both past the stage of being acquaintances, but you’ve also never felt the need to extend the friendliness after you’ve clocked out. And it seemed that neither did he.

“You sure you wanna do this?” His question tears you away from being lost in your own thoughts. He locks the door behind him and joins you on his bed.

You nod in response, lowering your eyes to look at anything but him, “I just have expectations.” You admit it. You feel doubtful about Jaemin, or any man, being able to make you feel as good as you do by yourself. Maybe it’s your fault for indulging too much in fictional sex and recreating them in your fantasies. It would be foolish of you to think that it can actually be that good.

“Of?” He slightly leans back with the support of his arms behind him.

You almost scoff at his response, the answer being so obvious to you, “Having a good time? It would be disappointing if it turns out that I should’ve just stuck to my own hands.”

Almost at a loss of words, Jaemin sits up straight from his relaxed position with disbelief etched across his face. Maybe it’s the innocent look or the loneliness you seem to exude every shift, but he’s always had the impression that you're a virgin. But he just couldn't wrap his head around the idea of you touching yourself, even less so at your shamelessness to reveal it. He stares at you, letting his mind slip to images of you sprawled out on your bed, one hand finding home between your legs, face contorted with pleasure. The only thing he's left to wonder is the kind of sounds you make.

Snapping back to reality, he feels his cock twitch at his simple, short-lived imagination. “You touch yourself?” he manages to say without sputtering his words.

You look back at him with a slight roll of your eyes, “Who doesn't?”

Right then, something snaps in Jaemin. An immense urge to know more, to expand on this new image of you.

“Tell me how.”

It’s a demand. You’ve never heard his stern tone before, not even when customers throw a fit over a wrong order. Your shamelessness vanishes upon hearing the three words and the dominance behind the way they were said, while the shyness that Jaemin actually associates you with takes over. You couldn’t say anything. Describing your personal routine to him would feel embarrassing, putting you in a more vulnerable position that concerns you more than the fact that you’re about to have sex with him.

“Tell me how you touch yourself,” he repeats, just before he's struck by another idea, “Better yet, show me.”

You feel your eyes widen but immediately soften at a realization, “I can’t show you.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“I can’t,” you argue firmly, “I use a vibrator, and I don't suppose you have one lying around here.”

A pause, then an exhale. He mutters some curse word to himself in frustration of the way his dick hardens with every new thing he’s learned about you. It’s already difficult for him to process that you regularly get yourself off. But now? He thinks you’re so, so dirty for going out of your way to purchase a sex toy for that. Were your fingers not enough? How needy could you be?

You, on the other hand, are trying to justify the small part of you that wishes there was a vibrator in the room. Isn’t that what you wanted? Didn’t you want to be seen in your dirtiest state? You could put on a little show for him to jack off to, exaggerating your moans and cumming right in front of him.

He clicks his tongue to imitate disappointment, “Is that what you’re spending your paychecks on? That doesn’t even count as touching yourself.”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Of course it does! What do you mean?” you protest, “I make myself feel good, don’t I?”

“You said you use your hands, pretty girl. And a toy…” he trails off with a taunting voice. Pretty girl? Your heart skips a beat at the pet name, but you ignore it and cross your arms in annoyance. Well, if he’s going to be technical about it…

“I use my hands to hold the toy,” you say matter-of-factly, to which Jaemin lets out a laugh, finding your lame argument cute.

“Do you finger yourself?” he asks abruptly, a smile still lingering from his laugh.

You feel your face heat up and you shift uncomfortably on the bed. You could only bring yourself to shake your head in embarrassment. Discovering that his previous assumption was incorrect, he’s shocked but intrigued, “You use a toy before your own fingers? Such a dirty-”

“It's easier!” you huff, interrupting him. You glance at the window again and mumble, “My fingers don’t even feel good. I can barely fit two of them in.”

Jesus, Jaemin thinks to himself, letting his mind picture how tight you could possibly be. Your hands and fingers are already so dainty, and you can’t even take them? God, you are going to be the death of him. You feel the bed space next to you rise, then sink in a different area. You turn your head to see that Jaemin has maneuvered himself to the opposite side of the bed, his back facing you.

“C’mere. Stand in front of me.”

You quirk an eyebrow at his request but still make your way around the bed. As soon as you face him, he grabs your hips, twirls you around, and plops you down on the bed between his thighs. It all happens so fast, you gasp and your stomach flutters at the simple touch. Only then do you notice the skinny, full-length mirror across from you. It perfectly captures you nestled under Jaemin’s larger frame.

“I want you to keep your eyes on the mirror. Think you can do that for me?” he rasps in your ear, burying his face in the crook of your neck and planting gentle kisses. Lips so soft, they resemble the way that silk sheets feel on skin. The way that you never want to leave them in the morning. A mousy “okay” slips out of your lips between shallow breaths.

You feel him smile in satisfaction against your neck, “Spread your legs, baby.”

You comply, but it apparently wasn’t enough. He places his hands on your inner thighs and separates them further. “Cute dress. Wore this for me?” he asks while reaching for the hem of your babydoll dress, which ran much shorter because you adjusted the straps. You nod your head, unabashed of admitting you wanted to look nice just for him.

He chuckles in response and bunches the dress up around your torso, revealing pink cotton panties with a dark patch right at the center where your pussy would be. He marvels at the sight through the mirror, running his middle finger down your slit over the underwear and its damp spot.

“Is this for me, too?”

You whimper under his touch, seeing his touch right in front of you. The mirror gives you a different point of view that drives you wild. This is what it would look like if someone were to walk in right now. Jaemin shoves his hand down your underwear, entirely feeling your wet cunt. He groans as he lets his fingers get soaked in your arousal, slipping them between your folds.

“Jaem...” you breathe, your hand automatically grabbing at his wrist. Not to stop him, of course. You’re just not used to being completely under someone’s physical control. But the sensation of another person’s hands becomes both unfamiliar and familiar. Like it feels so right, well-deserved, and meant-to-be. Like the feeling of finally achieving something you’ve been longing for years.

You cry out as a finger finds its way to your core, while Jaemin’s breath hitches at how tight you squeeze around just a single digit. The feeling went straight to his dick as he thinks about what your pussy would feel like around it instead.

“Oh, baby… What am I gonna do with you? How are you even gonna take me?” he groans, not making a single movement with his finger, almost like he’s relishing the feeling, “I guess everything about you is so small, Shortcake.” He laughs to himself and places a kiss to your shoulder.

The height comment doesn’t even phase you in this moment, not when he has his hand in between your legs. Not when he’s questioning the same thing you’ve been worrying over, how were you going to take him?

“If you put another one in, it’ll hurt,” you warn once he begins to gently move his finger in and out. You already know it. The most you’ve gone was two of your own fingers, and even then, it didn’t do anything for you but hurt. Jaemin’s fingers are thicker, longer, able to reach deeper but stretch you out further. His middle finger alone has you writhing in his hold, needing more but also fearing it.

“I’ll go slow,” he promises but completely removes his finger, immediately causing you to whine. Laughing at your reaction, he lightly slaps your inner thigh, “Be a little more patient, will you?” Before you could protest, his finger travels upward to rub your clit in small circles— a stimulation you’re too familiar with, but nevertheless makes you instantly buck your hips in pleasure. The sudden jolt of your body tells you, this is not slow at all. But it feels too good to argue with him.

“J-Jaemin…” You feel yourself gush out more juices onto your panties and his hand, “Faster, p-please.”

As soon as he picks up the pace, your moans get louder, your body squirms in bigger movements, a knot forms in your stomach and tightens by the second. The lewd image of yourself in front of you only pulls the cord harder. You could cum just like this, you think. And for a second, you wonder if Jaemin could read your mind because he suddenly stops. You let out another whine at the emptiness, and you almost feel like crying, “No, no, no, no, no… Why would you do that?”

“Can’t have you cum like this. It’s too easy,” he answers.

“I like easy.”

“I know you do. It’s why you never give that goddamn vibrator a break,” he sasses, his tone reminding you of his nagging habit at work, “Just needed to prep you. Make you all needy so you can cum around my fingers instead.”

The idea is far-fetched to you, but seeing how confident he is about accomplishing it, you couldn’t say no.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, hooking his fingers on the waistband of your underwear, “As cute as these are, they’re too constricting. I wanna see you.” He drags them down and swallows hard upon seeing a string of arousal connecting from your core to your panties, stretching longer and thinner the farther down he pulls. After discarding them to the side, he takes two fingers in the shape of a “V” and spreads your lips to really see all of you. He licks his lips and stares in admiration through the mirror. Puffy folds glistening in your wetness.

“Didn’t know you had such a pretty pussy, baby.”

“Jaem! Shh,” you scold in embarrassment of his comment.

“What?”

“Your words are so… vulgar,” you reply with a slight pout. He can’t help but smile, amused by your innocence. You might have had orgasms by yourself, learned about a variety of kinks, watched and read filthy content to get yourself off, but physical intimacy is an entirely different field that you have no experience in. Dirty remarks aren’t new to you, but them being made towards you is different.

Jaemin would be lying if he says that he doesn’t find it cute. The way you’re already corrupted with salacious thoughts— Hell, you corrupted yourself— but the smallest touches and the simplest of words dazes you. He leaves you breathless, clingy, putty in his hands. And knowing that he’s the first person to have you like this excites him even more. He wants your first memory of sex to be of him. To make you feel so good that you’ll be constantly comparing your future sexual partners to your first one.

“What word? Pretty?” he teases, his middle finger sneaking between your folds again, “Or pussy?” He dips it in your core just like he did moments ago. You moan when he curls it to hit that sweet spot you were never able to reach and stimulates it with a come-hither motion. He inhales deeply at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. So soft, warm, wet, tight. So perfect.

He realizes that he has yet to receive some kind of stimulation too because his focus has been all on you. But he has to spoil you for your first time, doesn’t he? He starts grinding his clothed dick against your ass, cursing at the much needed sensation. His other hand reaches for one of your dress straps, sliding it off your shoulder. Even in the midst of the pleasure, you notice what he’s trying to do and assist him by taking your arms out from under both straps. He pushes the top part of your dress down, just underneath your bare breasts. Cold air sweeps across them, nipples perking up instantly. You watch him in the mirror as he cups and squeezes your left breast, in awe of him multitasking between fingering your pussy, groping your chest, and rubbing himself against you. But you want to add a little more to his plate. As tight as you already are around his finger, you still feel like you have room for him to fill you up even more.

“A-Another one, please?” you beg, placing your hand over his, almost to guide him into adding another finger. But you don’t have to.

“Sure thing, baby.”

You cry out at the stretch and the sight through the mirror of your pussy sucking his fingers in. It doesn’t hurt like you expected. You don’t know how, but it’s different from the times you tried to do it by yourself. You’re euphoric. It finally feels good.

“Hurt?” Jaemin asks, checking to make sure your whines were of pleasure and not pain. You shake your head vigorously, afraid he would stop if he mistakenly found a sign of discomfort. He smiles, almost like he’s proud of you— and himself, of course— and immediately moves his fingers faster in the same motion as before.

You gasps and moans become irregular as both of your hands grip the bedsheets on either side of you. Jaemin is knuckles-deep, pace never faltering. The knot from before ties itself again, and you can’t seem to take your eyes off the mirror. Off of yourself. Your mouth slightly agape, eyelids fluttering, the mess between your legs, arousal covering your inner thighs and dripping into Jaemin’s hand and bedding. A visible wet patch forms beneath you.

“Jaemin!” you yelp, squirming more in his hold as you inch closer and closer to your climax, not taking a second to breathe, “I’mcummingI’mcummingI’mcummingI’m-!” The knot snaps and your body stiffens, eyes squeeze shut on their own, thighs violently shake, pussy tensing around his fingers.

It only lasts for a second or two. But as your body relaxes, you gently roll your hips to ride it out, sighing and moaning softly in satisfaction. Once you stop, you slowly open your eyes to see Jaemin gaping at you in the mirror with his fingers still deep inside of you. God, did he need to fuck you right now.

“Jaemin?” you say, turning your head up at him to get his attention.

“Hm?” He removes his digits, now coated in a white-tinted, sticky substance. He holds them up to your mouth, urging you to taste yourself. You scrunch up your nose, disgusted at the idea of tasting something that came out of your body. He shrugs at your decline and nonchalantly sticks his own fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean with no hesitation. It’s like he’s done it a million times, and you wouldn’t doubt it if that’s the case.

Taking notice of your vacant stare towards him, he laughs as he pushes away stray hairs from your face, “Hellooo? Shortcake? Came so hard you’re blanking?”

You blink, searching for the lost thought before shyly asking, “Can I suck you off?” Your voice is so tiny and sweet; it contrasts with the way you use it to make such dirty requests. Jaemin loves it.

You were never actually planning to perform oral sex, as it’s not something you want to do with just anyone. You consider it a very intimate (almost romantic) act, to give pleasure but not receive any back. Something only people who love each other do, you thought. But isn’t that what Jaemin’s been doing all night with you? Perhaps you were wrong because you, yourself, found a craving to do the same. Neither one of you could tell if you just wanted the experience or if you genuinely would get off on making him feel good. Either way, how can Jaemin say no? Sure, he wants to fuck you, but he couldn’t turn down the chance to see your mouth stuffed with his cock. To see you look up at him with doe eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and smudged mascara. To feel your warm, wet mouth around him. A similar, but not close enough, feeling to your pussy.

Without saying a word, he unbuckles his belt while you sink down to the floor on your knees. He scoots himself closer to the edge of the bed before tossing his pants away. His length— now hard and angry like it’s been waiting too long for a release— slaps up against his stomach as soon as he removes his underwear. Precum leaking from the tip. A prominent vein running down from the tip to the base. You moan softly just from seeing it.

“It’s pretty,” you whisper, gazing in awe.

Jaemin chuckles like it was a ridiculous thing for you to say, even though you were basically reciprocating his compliment from earlier. “I think it would look a lot prettier in your mouth.”

You giggle like the high school girls who frequently come to see him at work, and the fluttery stomach makes an appearance again.

“Can I touch?”

“Don’t have to ask,” he mutters, spreading his legs wider. Your nervous hand ever so slowly reaches for the base of his cock, gently closing a fist around it. You hear a grunt from above you, and you smirk at the power you’re holding over him in this moment. A soft palm caressing the rest of his length when you move it upwards to rub your thumb over the head, smearing the precum in the process.

“Fuck,” Jaemin croaks, bending his neck back and closing his eyes, “Do something.”

You cutely plant a quick kiss on the tip with a smile, “Teach me?”

Jaemin is undeniably a patient person. If he wasn’t, he would not be spending his time with a virgin, and he most definitely wouldn’t be getting off on having to teach you. Though he’s not sure how well he’ll be able to do that while watching you in the position that you’re in.

“Y-Yeah, fuck. Yeah, of course.”

He instructs you to spit on it first. The messier and wetter, the better. Obediently, you gather as much saliva as you can in your mouth and hover over his dick to let it drop in a long string. Jaemin grabs your hand and places it around himself, guiding it as he pumps himself before letting your hand continue on its own.

A groan emerges from the back of his throat, followed by a line of curses when you finally wrap your lips around him. You bob your head up and down, you gather more saliva to let seep onto his shaft. Whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth you pump with your hands, mimicking what you’ve seen in porn.

“Hollow your cheeks. Use your tongue,” he directs, panting heavily. You do as he says, pulling back a little to suck on the sensitive tip and swirling your tongue on the underside of it. He hisses and holds onto the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. But you pull away for a second to tease him.

“Like that?” you ask innocently.

Eyes still shut, his heart does somersaults at your voice and words, “S-Shit, yeah. Just like that. Keep going.” He loves how much of an effort you’re putting in to please him. Following his instructions, making sure you’re doing everything to his taste, trusting him to do whatever he wants with you. Completely on your hands and knees for him.

Once you continue, he drops his head to glance down at you and almost cums on the spot. Plump, velvety lips in a perfect ring around his cock. Saliva dribbling down from both corners of your mouth. Muffled moans sending vibrations up his length. Big, innocent eyes staring right back at him, occasionally closing when you struggle to take him deeper. You manage to let him hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag, but it doesn’t stop you.

“Oh G-God… F-Fuck, ‘m gonna cum, baby-”

His groans get throatier, breathing turns quicker, curses spew out more frequently. He’s so, so close, and he knows it— which also means that he knows he has to stop you before it happens. It takes everything in him to lightly push you off his cock, leaving it throbbing and glazed with your saliva. Despite denying his own release, he smiles to himself as he just sits there, out of breath.

“You’re too good enough for your first time, you know that?” he praises, tilting your head up by holding your chin between his fingers. He swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, wiping off any drool.

You pout, resting your hands on his knees, “If I’m so good, why’d you make me stop?”

“Because I’d rather cum in your pussy,” he tells you with a grin. He peels off his T-shirt, exposing a set of abs you did not expect. God, you want to touch his body so badly. Mirroring his actions, you start to remove your dress completely, but he stops you.

“Leave it. Wanna fuck you with it on.”

He picks you up from the floor with ease to lay you down on his bed, making sure the dress is bunched up around your stomach. He positions himself between your legs, pumping his cock a few times before lining it up with your hole.

“It won’t fit,” you remind him while he lifts your legs up in the air.

“I’ll make it fit,” he counters with confidence, but then he drops his voice to a whisper, “Just tell me if it hurts.”

You nod your head, close your eyes, and wait for the pain like you usually do whenever you receive a shot at the Doctor’s. As soon as you feel the tip push in, your eyes shoot open and you gasp. The stretch burns, you admit, but the feeling of his fleshy member grazing your walls is pleasing enough to cover it. Jaemin stills to give you a moment to adjust, but to his surprise, you buck your hips up as an attempt to make him sink in deeper. He moans at the sudden force and the fact that you just tried to take some control. He wants to pound into you, really, but you’re just so fragile to him. Delicate and tiny, like a single petal that’s been torn away from a flower.

“Fuck, what happened to going slow?”

“Need you now,” you say breathlessly, “Please.”

The squelching noise of your juices emanates throughout the room as Jaemin begins to thrust in and out. Discomfort gradually diminishes, and you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in closer.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he sighs, bringing his left hand up to hold onto the headboard behind you. You mewl in response, indicating that the feeling is mutual. He lifts your hips slightly higher off the bed, angling his cock to hit the same spot from earlier before speeding up his movements. You squeal at the change, as the stimulation intensifies and builds up faster. Your high-pitched moans mix in with his deep grunts.

His eyes fixate on the way your breasts bounce in synchronicity with his thrusts, while you look down to watch his cock bury inside you over and over again. Your arms previously sprawled above you, you take both of them and grip onto his biceps for dear life while he pounds into you. The bed beneath the two of you creaks so loudly, you’re sure anyone else in the house could hear. You shut your eyes, partly as an attempt to block out any idea that challenges your privacy with Jaemin, and partly because it just feels so fucking good. You couldn’t help it.

“You’re so cute like this,” he whispers, almost inaudible, “Feels good, yeah?”

“Mmhm…” You suddenly become incapable of producing words, only noises of pleasure. You open your eyes, making eye contact with Jaemin as your sweaty bodies slap against each other and your moans overlap. It almost feels like a game to see which one would be the first to break it, and you want to win it.

“Jaemin,” you breathe, “I thought about you… whenever I touched myself.”

You wait for a reaction as he registers your words. He couldn’t believe his ears. He wants to halt his thrusts, but he doesn’t dare. All this time? After every closing shift together, you go home and touch yourself to him? Moaning out his name? Yearning for this exact moment with him? Cumming from the thought of him? You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you? Your neediness almost makes him laugh.

“Always knew you had a little crush on me, Shortcake,” he taunts, smacking your ass.

Crush? To shut him up, you squeeze around him, and he lets out a louder groan. His eyebrows furrow and his eyelids turn heavy until they completely close. He’s not stupid. He knows you did it intentionally. Unexpectedly, he grabs your hips and relentlessly slams into you. His actions so forceful you think the bed might actually break.

You begin wailing out his name in between broken moans, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure. You grasp the pillow your head is resting on for support, but the thrusts are so hard, you have a hard time trying to hold on for more than a few seconds. That all-too-familiar feeling in your stomach reappears for the third time tonight, but it seems more intense now than any other time.

You babble that you’re about to cum while Jaemin tries his hardest to hold his release until you have yours. But you involuntarily squeeze around him over and over again, causing him to stutter his movements. Reasonably, he thinks you’re doing it on purpose again, “Stop doing that.”

“Jaem, I can’t help it,” you whimper just as you feel your climax approaching closer, “Y-You’re gonna make me-”

You cut yourself off when your spine arches and your head throws back, scalp digging into the plush pillow as deep as possible. The feeling washes over you, traveling up to every part of your body. The sight sparks something in Jaemin. His eyes so full of lust, as he savors the moment in front of him. He’s the first person to give you an orgasm (besides yourself, of course), and he tells himself that he will never let go of that.

You don’t even make a sound aside from the heavy breathing that follows your orgasm and the sloppy, wet thrusts as Jaemin chases his own. Your body trembles, too sensitive from your climax.

“Jaem…” you squeak, breath quickening again after you just calmed down.

“I know, I know. Just hold out for me a little longer, okay? ‘M almost there,” he reassures, kissing your collarbone. His irregular pace indicates that he’s nearing. You feel his dick twitch inside you before a loud groan erupts from him, “Fuuck.”

You softly moan with him as he empties himself inside you, his body going limp. He rolls beside you, resting a hand behind his head while he catches his breath. You shift onto your side to face him, tracing your finger along the grooves of his abs. He truly looks like a beauty, despite the disheveled hair and sweatiness.

“Hey, Jaemin?”

“Mm?” He looks at you with glazed eyes.

“Thank you,” you whisper, nuzzling your face in his naked chest.

He smiles at your gratitude, even though he feels like he should be the one thanking you. He wraps an arm around you, fingertips brushing against your hot skin.

“Anytime, Shortcake.”

© jaemericano 2021

cherry girl!

❝ i think it’s about time i show you how good i can make you feel. ❞

PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, crack, college au, gamer au (twitch streamer!jaemin), friends to lovers, fuckboy au, friends with benefits au, a little bit of angst

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexting, dirty talk, corruption kink, the classic “teaching them to fuck” trope, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), dry humping, praise, mc is very innocent, jaemin being a cocky loser (somewhat endearing?), jealous jaemin is a dick, sneaking around, slight exhibitionism, mutual pining

SUMMARY ▸ virginity is a social construct, so it’s not like na jaemin had to know you were a pure, untouched maiden. okay, so maybe you should’ve told him that before he was knuckles-deep inside you.

or, in which progressing from best friends to best friends with benefits is hard, especially when you both have feelings for each other.

PLAYLIST ▸ know now by nct u • fuck up the friendship by leah kate • often by the weeknd • double take by dhruv

WORD COUNT ▸ 16722 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ I’VE BEEN SO EXCITED TO RELEASE THIS i hope yall enjoy and lmk what u think !! ♡ tag list is at the bottom and a big thank you to everyone who asked to be part of it!

YOU WERE NOTORIOUS FOR TALKING BIG.

So apparently telling Lee Jeno that his best friend couldn’t please you was a mistake. Na Jaemin, popular Twitch streamer slash campus heartthrob, had mentioned that he wanted to see you without the clothes you had on. It was a shameless move, but only Jaemin could say something so bold without faltering. Naturally, you laughed in his face.

When Jeno brought it up later, your conversation ran into several tangents, ending up with Jeno admitting that Jaemin wanted nothing more than to fuck the daylights out of you. (This was an exaggeration, you suspected, but the poor man wasn’t even present to defend himself). You weren’t blind; Na Jaemin was incredibly hot and could probably make your panties drop in seconds.

However, you were a little hysterical and claimed that Jaemin wouldn’t even be able to make you whimper. None of this was true, actually. Truth was, you were a complete virgin so you had no idea what you were saying. Jaemin could probably kiss your cheek and you would think about it for months. To be fair, you were a lightweight, and three shots of Pink Whitney was enough to get your mouth running.

On Friday night, while you were making a rather sad batch of spaghetti, you received your first sext from Na Jaemin.

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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.”

exhilaration ✸

❛ na jaemin. ❜

warnings: first time sex, size, praise, virgin and innocence kink. maybe a little bit of corruption kink as well. a little bit of possessive talk and degradation. overall, jaemin just being the best boyfriend ever.

you were so delightfully inexperienced. it was impossibly adorable, how easily responsive you were to something so simple as a touch to your thigh.

it baffled jaemin when you told him you’d never been kissed before. never touched by anyone else, never even really touched yourself at all. this was an entirely new world for you, and jaemin was so excited to explore it. it wasn’t like he was extremely experienced; he’d had a few makeout sessions, and he’d even fingered someone to orgasm. but in your eyes, he was like an all knowing sex god.

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𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙏𝘾𝙃 𝙈𝙊𝘿𝙀: 𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙘𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 !

Welcome to GLITCH MODE; an rpg starring none other than the nct dream members! In each mission, you will take on the role of a new character and play through the story quest to reach the end!

[MAIN MENU]: from controllers and professional gaming pc’s, to head sets and twitch subs— the boys have it all. competitive, smart and ever ready to win, they begin to realize that there’s another prize lying out in the real world for them, the prize of your heart.

[SETTINGS]: fluff, angst, gamer! au, streamer! au, various trope pairings, fluff, angst, comedy, romance, suggestive, food, profanity, etc. warnings and themes will be added with every individual fic.

[DURATION]: speedrun: 3k | playthrough: 9k

[NEW GAME]: START (latest release)

▸𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟐 | na jaemin

version: streamer! jaemin, gamer! jaemin, friends with benefits au, profanity, fluff, slight comedy, angst duration: tba closed beta test: Na Jaemin has always been player 1, the one at the top of the player chart with all the wins and everything he could possibly want. Being the best sometimes got to his head and unfortunately for you, you were the girl who was hopelessly in love with him, eager to please. It’s sad really, the fact he only ever saw you as player 2.

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▸𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐒𝟓 | lee donghyuck

version: streamer! hyuck, gamer! hyuck, established relationship au, profanity, comedy, fluff, slight angst duration: tba closed beta test: Your boyfriend is sweet and considerate, always looking out for you and making sure to be there for you. You had met him in one of your college classes and although you had been with him for over two years, sometimes you wonder if he loved his PlayStation 5 more than he loved you.

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▸𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | lee jeno

version: gamer! jeno, streamer! jeno, enemies to lovers but also friends to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, angst duration: tba closed beta test: Lee Jeno is the epitome of everything you could ever hate, and the feeling is mutual. You’ve competed in almost everything against each other, determined to gain the upper hand. On a totally unrelated note, that fun streamer you’re pretty good friends with is thinking about doing a face reveal.

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▸𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄 | zhong chenle

version: gamer! chenle, streamer! chenle, friends to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, mutual pining, angst duration: tba closed beta test: Zhong Chenle wasn’t the type of guy to get nervous easily. He had known his worth ever since he was a little kid, so it wasn’t often that he found his palms sweating and words stumbling over each other. The only time that happened was when you were involved.

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▸𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 | mark lee

version: gamer! mark, streamer! mark, strangers to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, angst duration: tba closed beta test: Mark Lee was popular, there was no doubt about that. Being one of the most relevant twitch streamers tended to do that to you in the online world as well as the offline one. That popularity led to a plethora of people falling for his sweet demeanor and pretty smile, so you knew that winning his heart would be a challenging game it itself.

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▸𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐒 | huang renjun

version: gamer! renjun, streamer! renjun, exes to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, angst duration: tba closed beta test: You’re heard of crying in the club, now get ready for crying on your DS! There was only one person in the world who managed to get you doing that and it was none other than your darling ex-boyfriend; Huang Renjun. The world hates you though, because you end up having to compete against him in a gaming competition. Using a DS.

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▸𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 | park jisung

version: gamer! jisung, streamer! jisung, best friends to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, angst,  duration: tba closed beta test: Jisung was the complete opposite of you, he liked peaceful games like animal crossing and you liked league. He liked story based games and you liked horror. Too bad that he was head over heels for you, because if there was one this both his viewers and you liked to do, it was to make him suffer.

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yesterday's petal | nct na jaemin

“I see.” A petal of yesterday falls. “I’ll take care of them now.”

pairing » nct na jaemin x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)​

trope/au » ​non-idol au!, established relationship au!

genre » angst! just full angst!, grief and longing, reader remembering all the good times spent with jaemin, hurt and hope to move on, boyfriend na jaemin who took care of you so well, and you who loved him as much as he loves you

word count, estimated reading time » 1628, ~6 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » major character death, grief and loss, sorry not proofread 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 part of 'especially to you...'

didn't think that my first nct story on this app would be this but...i needed this badly...

i am also getting back into nct! i might be able to go to dream's concert this year and i'm so excited! feel free to send me some nct content and help me catch up hehe

but other than that...

in a world where everyone seems to fit in so well and so easily...i hope that someday things will be better for me 🫂

With the amount of times you hit the door frame against the overhanging bell of the shop, it’s no surprise that the older woman recognises you.

Usually, she greets her customers brightly, especially those who look nervous and overwhelmed by her overflowing love and care towards the flowers that she prides herself on. At first, it was like that for you too, but the brightness of it all only lasted a few milliseconds at most.

She’s not new to her job; no, she’s not. She’s been doing this for years, having been brought up to it by her mother who has heavily influenced her to decorate all kinds of events with the delicate being, bringing in colours from one corner of the room to the other. But she knew the second you walked in her door without having to take your hat, scarf or sunglasses off, that you’re different from any of the other customers.

She can sense it from far away: a heart that has stopped beating. Amidst the chaotic, busy world, where most of the time a pin cannot be heard even in the library, she can feel the dejected feeling that your heart clenches painfully and that it never begs to differ. She wonders if you’ve always been like this or if you change under a different circumstance. Did her shop remind you of something unpleasant? Was it making you remember a painful memory that you never want to revisit ever again? 

But you always kept coming back. If not every day, every second day. And this, without fail.

She wishes she had the courage to ask why the corners of your lips have never raised, why your hands are always limped by your side, swaying tirelessly beside your even tired heart. She wishes she could ask why your eyes are always so puffy and sometimes bloodshot when you bow to her as a greeting whenever you exit. And, she would always wonder the reason behind why you would pick up the same flowers every time. Again, with the number of times you visit, she wonders if you’re giving them away or if you just like to fill your room, and perhaps at this point house, just like her.

She never asks because of the way you held the stem of her flowers between your hands. It’s an interesting way to handle her art: you rest the bottom of the stem on your palm with your fingers curving up to make a little bowl while the fingers of your other hand are curled towards the centre of your palm, the little circle however always big enough that when you step over to the counter, the green stalk bounces around the circumference of the circle as you take your step towards her.

Just like every other day, you tapped your card on the machine and left after mouthing a ‘thank you’ when the affirmatory tick was displayed on the screen, a pair of curious eyes behind your slumped shoulders.

Your feet take you to the place that you go to every day, the navigation of getting there already deeply ingrained in you to even try and suppress. With each step, comes the setting of the city that you used to walk with your beloved boyfriend. So many memories are spent in every turn of the city, with every store being visited once whether it be a cafe or a baby clothing store. There was usually no purpose to your visits but the hand that held yours tightly made you remember that sometimes roaming around with no purpose brings the best moments in life. 

The scent of the ramen shop across the street makes you hold your breath for a second, not wanting to trigger the accompanying cilantro scent that your nose remembers. The whirring of the coffee machine that you just passed only makes the inside of your mouth dry, remembering the unhealthy shots of caffeine that your boyfriend would drink without a thought in mind. The uneven paths of the ground play with your balance but this time, Na Jaemin isn’t here to hold on to you or even playfully joke around with you to say that he will ‘never let you fall the same way you already fell for him now’.

God, you just want to experience them again.

The way your friends found their significant others while you mull over the fact that Jaemin has left and will never come back. Not in this life, at least. So many times you would pray that you’ll find someone else but even when another person has shown interest in you and you accepted their offer to take you out on a date, you find yourself only thinking of Jaemin endlessly. 

At first, you thought he cursed you. Just like how he would say he would if you ever woke him up from his after-school nap even though it was supposed to be a movie date at the cinemas. 

But now you know that you’re just not ready for the change that took away the only person who loves you and that you love back an infinite times more. You’re not ready to have another person holding you, kissing you and whispering sweet nothings to you no matter your mood. 

You just want Na Jaemin back.

“Hey…” You arrive at your destination, the glossy stone reflecting the sullen look on your face, hair messy both from the win and simply not caring about readjusting it back; that was supposed to be Jaemin’s thing after all. “How are you doing today?”

Your choice of clothing today is questionable: white shorts when you know that you will be sitting down on the ungrassed Earth. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop you because all you wanted after a tiring day of high school and trailing behind your friends who had their arms joined with the love of their life, is to just talk to Jaemin in a more eye-levelled state. 

The conversations are endless and you make sure not to leave the slightest bit of detail from the day. You try your hardest to be positive, knowing well that Jaemin will always like you that way but one of the reasons why you love him is because if you did cry, he would still love and care for you without judgement or doubt. And the realisation that you’ll never see those eyes that you have fallen in love and would get lost in sinks in again.

You sob. Cry. Weep. Bawl. 

You could scream. Yell. Shout.

And it’s killing you inside all the same.

“I’m so tired of being so lonely when there’s so many people around me, Nana.” Your chin rests on your folded knees to your chest, arms around your legs but hands still holding the flower the same as before. “I’m so tired of being jealous of my friends that they’re still making happy memories with their other person.” The tears stream down your face even more, gulping down your sorrows and pain.

You relish how the coldness of the wind numbed your cheek; at least you’re feeling something.

“I do believe that the time when everything will be better will come and I do believe that the more I understand my feelings, it will get better eventually,” you sniff and gasp out of air, “but I still wish that I didn’t have to rely on time. I wish that I didn’t have to delve in deep and go through all of this.”

His name engraved on the stone only made it harder for you to see anything, your tears blurring your surroundings and the wind only making you cry harder. You take in a shaky breath and though it was not satisfactory, you’re still thankful that it gave you a little more energy to get lost in the feeling of grief.

“I love you.” You repeat a few more times. “And I hope that someday, whenever I hear your name, only the good memories and things you taught me will replay in my head.”

Your fingers reach over to the curves and lines of his name and you smile remembering how his mother included you in the font and general typography, knowing how much the relationship that you both shared has always been a healthy one for both ends. You continue to run over the engraving more, moving your hand back and forth. You continue to blurt out your last few moments of the day along with your plans for the next twenty-four hours before you would rant to him again.

But like you said, time will eventually come and make it all better and currently, the heaviness in your chest is more bearable now. You jump up to your more stable feet, eyes on the flowers that cover the front side of the base. Slowly, you laid the new one between the ones from before. You stare at how it finds its place so easily despite being only introduced a few seconds ago, and you nod at how it may not be you anytime soon.

As you spare a final glance at the fresh flower on top of the one that you just gifted him yesterday, you note the peace that it’s finally been given, still and no longer twirling and swirling in the circle that you have made for it.

When you walk away, the flower looks at how you drag your feet across the soil, and the yesterday flower whispers, “They're still the same as yesterday.” A message that has continued and passed on from the very first one that you laid in hopes of Jaemin knowing that he’s never forgotten.

“I see.” A petal of yesterday falls. “I’ll take care of them now.”

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[01:34] | nct na jaemin

Your ceiling fell.

pairing » nct na jaemin x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)​

trope/au » ​established relationship au!, non-idol au!

genre » boyfriend na jaemin who picks you up even though he's tired, summer is annoying to the reader (sorry, i'm really hating summer rn), fluffy fluff with a tinge of angst, clothes stealer reader!, but you never end up using it because you got too tired and fell asleep, i love na jaemin (can you tell?), reader is the little spoon, jaemin is so caring and cute (i'm in love with him), jaemin brushing his hand through your hair

word count, estimated reading time » 2496, ~9 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » jaemin is taller, outside clothes on the bed (i don't do this but it's cute here 😭 forgive me), oh...it's not proofread 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

recently went back to my wips and found bits and pieces that could work together and meshed them together as best as i can 🤣 just whipped up this little thing whilst i was at it hehe

also, not going to be specific but will you believe if i said that this is based on a (my) true story? 🤠 it's been...messy 🤠 to say the least.

thank you for proofreading (when you're supposed to be focusing on school) @cupidjyu !! 💕

Your ceiling fell.

Well...

To be exact, there isn't a hole that lets the spiders and birds able to look down and see the base of your kitchen sink but when the inside surface of the roof fell, so did the insulator that kept the house warm during the frosty winter, and cool in the scorching summer. Because of the unstable roof condition, your whole family was wary of putting the air conditioning system on. The vibration from the machine and the sound waves themselves may be the little push it needs to send other parts of the roof crumbling.

You hate the hot weather so much.

In this period of the summer, when opening the windows was barely an option as it also let the heat through, it has been hard even to do anything remotely productive. With every move of your body, it generates heat and energy, which when mixed with the thirty-five-degree heat, all you want to do is lay on your bed and let the sweat evaporate off your skin with the help of your tower fan. That's how the mornings would go. Sometimes when you're not too tired from the previous day's work, you would go and take shelter in the library, turning confused heads when you would be wearing a jacket as overtime, it became too cold. 

The worst thing is that there has been no word from the insurance company or the people who could help to fix the hole in your ceiling. Unfortunately, it did fall during the peak holiday season but at this point, when it’s no longer the festive season, no one in your family understands what’s going on with the back-and-forth messy conversations to fix the issue. 

The past three months have been full of frustrating calls to your boyfriend but Jaemin has been picking up your phone call at the second time his ringtone rings, greeting you with that emphasising smile of his as he sees the layer of moisture on your face. At first, you tried to give him the best smile you could, but you eventually broke down after the first month, completely done with changing your clothes every day in every hour. Jaemin, though busy with his own responsibilities, never fails to take you out whenever he can, accompanying you in your aimless night time walks or accompanying you to the library where he would start reading a random book while you snooze on his shoulder. 

Today is one of the nights where you can’t handle sleeping in the house, too hot and uncomfortable for your eyes to even think about closing. You guiltily text Jaemin, asking if he’s able to have you over and within a few minutes, the black-haired arrives at your house, air conditioner blasting in his car and a genuine smile greeting you as soon as you step in. He waits outside his car with his oversized shirt and short pants; his usual summer attire. He kisses your frown away as soon as you rush into his arms, dropping your bag of clothes to the floor. His affectionate gaze for you grows, cupping your cheeks in his hands to hush you from the apologies that you would say for going out so late at night even though you insisted that the five-minute walk was fine to do.

“No,” Jaemin juts his lower lip to you adorably. “Not letting you do that!” He presses another quick peck on your lips that makes your cheeks heat up and makes you a stuttering mess. “I’m hungry! Let’s go grab some food first!”

You let out a knowing chuckle, shaking your head at him fondly as you know that just means another movie night that will go on until five am. To Jaemin, this is the best kind of date: the one that is unplanned but is planned at the same time. With the way that you’re literally having the worst summer ever as well, all he wants to do is to make sure that at least when you look back on this summer, you will remember his air conditioner blasting in his room. Bonus, the later you sleep, the more time you’ll have in a cooled, comfortable and private environment. 

But you know deep down, that you will always remember his warm, kind heart first out of all. 

With hands full of takeout from the nearest fast food to his house, Jaemin talks you through his list of movies that he wants to check out before you both fall asleep. He was so excited that he nearly missed the step up to his room, almost waking up the whole house with how his body would tumble down the staircase otherwise. But oh how much he would if it meant that you wouldn’t be crying on the humid, summer night.

"It's perfect, Jaem." 

You comment when Jaemin asks you about the temperature of his room and he gives you a relieved look, smiling in satisfaction to know your thoughts. Jaemin starts to unload the snacks in his arm on his study table, prompting you to do the same. He turns his sleeping laptop on, waiting for his device to start up.

In the meantime, his attention falls on you once more. "You must've been overwhelmed." His arm spreads open, silently asking if you would accept his gesture.

All you gave was a quiet hum and it momentarily worries him before you step to bury your head into his broad chest. You sigh into his perfect body temperature that balances the coolness trapped in the four walls. The corners of Jaemin’s lips rise as he starts shifting his body side to side, giving the hug a little more dynamic and comfort as he starts to sing your favourite tune to your ears. His fingers rake across your hair, not minding the whines and complaints you gave about how your hair is disgusting and oily, even pressing a kiss to your scalp to ease your worries. 

Your arms start to find home around his waist and your palm grips the fabric of the shirt even more, feeling eternally thankful for having a loving person in your life. A mutter, “Thank you for all this.” Your voice trails off, eyelids heavy and honestly, quiet snores could leave your lips at any moment now. 

“Always, bubs,” he muses back. “Maybe we can skip the movie night today?” 

The suggestion pulls your lips into a sour smile but you can’t hide the drowsiness in your system after getting small hours of sleep for the past week. “We have food.” But truly, it’s nothing that food can’t fix.

A raised eyebrow meets you when you slightly pull back to see the reaction on Jaemin’s face. “Food and horror movies.”

The shared favourite genre makes you break out into a genuine smile, excited for the movie marathon cuddled up in his bedsheets and the smell of food as you both expose yourself to the light from the computer until the sun replaces the moon. Jaemin watches you excitedly walk back to the door of his room where your bag slumps over on the wall next to the frame. 

“You don’t want to wear mine?” The suggestion is said with a smirk from him and your hands stopping to unzip your bag halfway. “Guess not!”

“No! I do!” You drag the last syllable out and when you turn to face him once more, Jaemin only lets out a teasing smile. “Let me steal!”

Indeed, Jaemin already has everything prepared for you, tilting his chin to his bed where some of his and your favourite hoodies are spread across the duvet. You spot the emerald green one, immediately jumping from your kneeling position on the floor and making the neat pile topple over at your eagerness. 

Jaemin feigns fake offence and an exaggerated gasp, “All my hard work!” He weeps to which you just roll your eyes as a response, continuing to take out your shower and night necessities to prepare for the night. 

“Alright.” A heavy sigh follows after, “I’m going to sho—”

But before you could take another step towards the bathroom, a pair of arms pulls you backwards, your back colliding with a chest that you know all too well. You can’t see the expression on his face but another thing that you know about Jaemin is when he leans down to press his cheek on yours, humming once more into your embrace, his cheeks are painted with hues of red and pink—his love for you overflowing from the simple back hug gesture.

“What you doing, Nana?” It deepens his blush, melting with how the nickname naturally sounds lovelier coming from you.

“Just go brush your teeth and shower in the morning.” He mumbles against your cheek. “I want to go on this movie marathon with you right now.”

“But you hate it the most when someone lays on your bed without washing up.” 

That’s also true. He does hate that a lot. 

The idea of outside germs reaching the place where he would be closing his eyes and be in another space for hours never fails to bring a scowl to his face and he always makes sure everyone who visits his space is aware of that fact.

But it’s you—and Jaemin loves you more to overlook that fact for a day.

“I’m planning on changing the sheets anyway.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, “Plus, I literally get grease and pieces of chocolate on there anyways so I think I may need to change my mindset about that rule now…”

The mention of the substances makes you gasp, a similar one to the one he directed at you before. “Na Jaemin!” The playful slap on his arm only makes his hold against your body tighter, sending you both into a fit of laughter.

Amid the chaos you created, Jaemin makes his point clear with the previous topic, throwing himself still clad in his dirty clothes onto his bed and taking you down with him. You yelp at the sudden fall, throwing everything out of your hands to muffle the sound of your mouth, aware of the sleeping couple not too far away from this room. 

“Oops! Gotta change it tomorrow, I guess!”

“Na Jaemin, stop! I’m still going to shower anyway!”

So begins the shoving and wiggling for you to escape his strong grip on his bulky arms. You know shortly after running out of breath that it’s a better choice to rest your head on his pectoral, giving up on both the shower and possibly the movie night. The laughter dies down, but never the love that Jaemin shows for you. On the back of your head, you can feel his thumping heartbeat, the rhythm making your eyelids fall naturally.

Jaemin carefully slides you over to the mattress on his side, turning his body to face the girl he loves the most in this world. His eyelashes flutter quietly, quieter than the humming of the white rectangular machine stuck high onto his wall. He doesn’t bother waking you up, content with the tiny snores you let out through the small gap between your lips.

“And to think you were scolding me minutes ago.” Bopping your ice-cold nose with the pad of his pointer finger. “Okay, at this point you’re going to freeze.”

Though exhausted and body screaming to just fall asleep then and there, Jaemin pulls himself back to the edge of the bed, standing and stretching his four limbs. He quickly retreated to the connecting bathroom, picking up your discarded items that he made you toss to avoid his parents from waking up and scolding the young couple in love—though he knows they will just scold him given how much his parents adore everything about you.

Scared that you would soon wake up in the very uncomfortable posture that you have right now, more than half your feet dangling off the bed, Jaemin swiftly completes his night routine, skipping the one that would make his dentist question his habits but he pushed the thought aside for now. As quiet as he could, he makes his way over to your still peaceful figure. His knees sink into the bed, eyes observing you while he holds his breath to avoid any more unnecessary movements than the ones he’s making right now.

An arm lifts your upper body, and Jaemin quickly jumps behind you. You did stir a bit in your sleep when Jaemin undoes the noisy metal zipper of your jacket but nonetheless, he succeeded without bringing you back into full consciousness. In his head, he imagines himself doing a little celebratory dance under the shining disco ball, all the fluorescent light on him on the dance floor. Then, the same arm is placed on your upper back once more but now paired with his other arm tucked under the back of your knees. You quickly adjusted to the position, Jaemin raising your body high enough for you to relish in the remnants of his cologne on the crook of his neck. 

“I love you, Nana.” You confess to him earnestly. “I love you so much…”

Jaemin stands on one side of the bed, scanning the curves of your face intently as if he has never noticed the small mole on the slope of your nose. He couldn’t fight off the want to steal another kiss from you, bending his neck down to slot his soft ones to hug your plump ones. A satisfied hum is brought out after, Jaemin mirroring your content heart with another lingering press on your forehead.

Soon enough, your body is finally between his bouncy mattress and his weighted polyester. Immediately, your hands roam over to the other side of the bed where Jaemin would usually be, groaning when all you felt was the crinkles of the cotton that is not his shirt.

“Okay, okay. I’m here.” He assures the dissatisfaction painted on your face first by flicking the light switch off and then by wrapping your smaller frame into his own. 

The muscles of your whole body relax for the first time in a while at the thought of going to dreamland—maybe it’s the Jaemin effect. A hand makes its way to the curve of your head, fingertips half-buried into your strands. A slight gush of wind can be felt on your nose but you don’t mind the proximity, even continuing to scoot even closer, pleased with the hand on your lower back that pushes you in closer. 

“Sleep tight.” His eyes landed on the brown bag across the room and his muted laptop that plays your favourite comfort movie. He lets the movie play, strategically moving his forearm to block the blue light emitted. When he confirms that his shadow falls upon your lids, he places the lightest kiss as a final ‘goodnight’. “I love you.”

So maybe, you don’t hate the hot weather as much as you thought.

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[01:34] | nct na jaemin

Your ceiling fell.

pairing » nct na jaemin x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)​

trope/au » ​established relationship au!, non-idol au!

genre » boyfriend na jaemin who picks you up even though he's tired, summer is annoying to the reader (sorry, i'm really hating summer rn), fluffy fluff with a tinge of angst, clothes stealer reader!, but you never end up using it because you got too tired and fell asleep, i love na jaemin (can you tell?), reader is the little spoon, jaemin is so caring and cute (i'm in love with him), jaemin brushing his hand through your hair

word count, estimated reading time » 2496, ~9 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » jaemin is taller, outside clothes on the bed (i don't do this but it's cute here 😭 forgive me), oh...it's not proofread 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

recently went back to my wips and found bits and pieces that could work together and meshed them together as best as i can 🤣 just whipped up this little thing whilst i was at it hehe

also, not going to be specific but will you believe if i said that this is based on a (my) true story? 🤠 it's been...messy 🤠 to say the least.

thank you for proofreading (when you're supposed to be focusing on school) @cupidjyu !! 💕

Your ceiling fell.

Well...

To be exact, there isn't a hole that lets the spiders and birds able to look down and see the base of your kitchen sink but when the inside surface of the roof fell, so did the insulator that kept the house warm during the frosty winter, and cool in the scorching summer. Because of the unstable roof condition, your whole family was wary of putting the air conditioning system on. The vibration from the machine and the sound waves themselves may be the little push it needs to send other parts of the roof crumbling.

You hate the hot weather so much.

In this period of the summer, when opening the windows was barely an option as it also let the heat through, it has been hard even to do anything remotely productive. With every move of your body, it generates heat and energy, which when mixed with the thirty-five-degree heat, all you want to do is lay on your bed and let the sweat evaporate off your skin with the help of your tower fan. That's how the mornings would go. Sometimes when you're not too tired from the previous day's work, you would go and take shelter in the library, turning confused heads when you would be wearing a jacket as overtime, it became too cold. 

The worst thing is that there has been no word from the insurance company or the people who could help to fix the hole in your ceiling. Unfortunately, it did fall during the peak holiday season but at this point, when it’s no longer the festive season, no one in your family understands what’s going on with the back-and-forth messy conversations to fix the issue. 

The past three months have been full of frustrating calls to your boyfriend but Jaemin has been picking up your phone call at the second time his ringtone rings, greeting you with that emphasising smile of his as he sees the layer of moisture on your face. At first, you tried to give him the best smile you could, but you eventually broke down after the first month, completely done with changing your clothes every day in every hour. Jaemin, though busy with his own responsibilities, never fails to take you out whenever he can, accompanying you in your aimless night time walks or accompanying you to the library where he would start reading a random book while you snooze on his shoulder. 

Today is one of the nights where you can’t handle sleeping in the house, too hot and uncomfortable for your eyes to even think about closing. You guiltily text Jaemin, asking if he’s able to have you over and within a few minutes, the black-haired arrives at your house, air conditioner blasting in his car and a genuine smile greeting you as soon as you step in. He waits outside his car with his oversized shirt and short pants; his usual summer attire. He kisses your frown away as soon as you rush into his arms, dropping your bag of clothes to the floor. His affectionate gaze for you grows, cupping your cheeks in his hands to hush you from the apologies that you would say for going out so late at night even though you insisted that the five-minute walk was fine to do.

“No,” Jaemin juts his lower lip to you adorably. “Not letting you do that!” He presses another quick peck on your lips that makes your cheeks heat up and makes you a stuttering mess. “I’m hungry! Let’s go grab some food first!”

You let out a knowing chuckle, shaking your head at him fondly as you know that just means another movie night that will go on until five am. To Jaemin, this is the best kind of date: the one that is unplanned but is planned at the same time. With the way that you’re literally having the worst summer ever as well, all he wants to do is to make sure that at least when you look back on this summer, you will remember his air conditioner blasting in his room. Bonus, the later you sleep, the more time you’ll have in a cooled, comfortable and private environment. 

But you know deep down, that you will always remember his warm, kind heart first out of all. 

With hands full of takeout from the nearest fast food to his house, Jaemin talks you through his list of movies that he wants to check out before you both fall asleep. He was so excited that he nearly missed the step up to his room, almost waking up the whole house with how his body would tumble down the staircase otherwise. But oh how much he would if it meant that you wouldn’t be crying on the humid, summer night.

"It's perfect, Jaem." 

You comment when Jaemin asks you about the temperature of his room and he gives you a relieved look, smiling in satisfaction to know your thoughts. Jaemin starts to unload the snacks in his arm on his study table, prompting you to do the same. He turns his sleeping laptop on, waiting for his device to start up.

In the meantime, his attention falls on you once more. "You must've been overwhelmed." His arm spreads open, silently asking if you would accept his gesture.

All you gave was a quiet hum and it momentarily worries him before you step to bury your head into his broad chest. You sigh into his perfect body temperature that balances the coolness trapped in the four walls. The corners of Jaemin’s lips rise as he starts shifting his body side to side, giving the hug a little more dynamic and comfort as he starts to sing your favourite tune to your ears. His fingers rake across your hair, not minding the whines and complaints you gave about how your hair is disgusting and oily, even pressing a kiss to your scalp to ease your worries. 

Your arms start to find home around his waist and your palm grips the fabric of the shirt even more, feeling eternally thankful for having a loving person in your life. A mutter, “Thank you for all this.” Your voice trails off, eyelids heavy and honestly, quiet snores could leave your lips at any moment now. 

“Always, bubs,” he muses back. “Maybe we can skip the movie night today?” 

The suggestion pulls your lips into a sour smile but you can’t hide the drowsiness in your system after getting small hours of sleep for the past week. “We have food.” But truly, it’s nothing that food can’t fix.

A raised eyebrow meets you when you slightly pull back to see the reaction on Jaemin’s face. “Food and horror movies.”

The shared favourite genre makes you break out into a genuine smile, excited for the movie marathon cuddled up in his bedsheets and the smell of food as you both expose yourself to the light from the computer until the sun replaces the moon. Jaemin watches you excitedly walk back to the door of his room where your bag slumps over on the wall next to the frame. 

“You don’t want to wear mine?” The suggestion is said with a smirk from him and your hands stopping to unzip your bag halfway. “Guess not!”

“No! I do!” You drag the last syllable out and when you turn to face him once more, Jaemin only lets out a teasing smile. “Let me steal!”

Indeed, Jaemin already has everything prepared for you, tilting his chin to his bed where some of his and your favourite hoodies are spread across the duvet. You spot the emerald green one, immediately jumping from your kneeling position on the floor and making the neat pile topple over at your eagerness. 

Jaemin feigns fake offence and an exaggerated gasp, “All my hard work!” He weeps to which you just roll your eyes as a response, continuing to take out your shower and night necessities to prepare for the night. 

“Alright.” A heavy sigh follows after, “I’m going to sho—”

But before you could take another step towards the bathroom, a pair of arms pulls you backwards, your back colliding with a chest that you know all too well. You can’t see the expression on his face but another thing that you know about Jaemin is when he leans down to press his cheek on yours, humming once more into your embrace, his cheeks are painted with hues of red and pink—his love for you overflowing from the simple back hug gesture.

“What you doing, Nana?” It deepens his blush, melting with how the nickname naturally sounds lovelier coming from you.

“Just go brush your teeth and shower in the morning.” He mumbles against your cheek. “I want to go on this movie marathon with you right now.”

“But you hate it the most when someone lays on your bed without washing up.” 

That’s also true. He does hate that a lot. 

The idea of outside germs reaching the place where he would be closing his eyes and be in another space for hours never fails to bring a scowl to his face and he always makes sure everyone who visits his space is aware of that fact.

But it’s you—and Jaemin loves you more to overlook that fact for a day.

“I’m planning on changing the sheets anyway.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, “Plus, I literally get grease and pieces of chocolate on there anyways so I think I may need to change my mindset about that rule now…”

The mention of the substances makes you gasp, a similar one to the one he directed at you before. “Na Jaemin!” The playful slap on his arm only makes his hold against your body tighter, sending you both into a fit of laughter.

Amid the chaos you created, Jaemin makes his point clear with the previous topic, throwing himself still clad in his dirty clothes onto his bed and taking you down with him. You yelp at the sudden fall, throwing everything out of your hands to muffle the sound of your mouth, aware of the sleeping couple not too far away from this room. 

“Oops! Gotta change it tomorrow, I guess!”

“Na Jaemin, stop! I’m still going to shower anyway!”

So begins the shoving and wiggling for you to escape his strong grip on his bulky arms. You know shortly after running out of breath that it’s a better choice to rest your head on his pectoral, giving up on both the shower and possibly the movie night. The laughter dies down, but never the love that Jaemin shows for you. On the back of your head, you can feel his thumping heartbeat, the rhythm making your eyelids fall naturally.

Jaemin carefully slides you over to the mattress on his side, turning his body to face the girl he loves the most in this world. His eyelashes flutter quietly, quieter than the humming of the white rectangular machine stuck high onto his wall. He doesn’t bother waking you up, content with the tiny snores you let out through the small gap between your lips.

“And to think you were scolding me minutes ago.” Bopping your ice-cold nose with the pad of his pointer finger. “Okay, at this point you’re going to freeze.”

Though exhausted and body screaming to just fall asleep then and there, Jaemin pulls himself back to the edge of the bed, standing and stretching his four limbs. He quickly retreated to the connecting bathroom, picking up your discarded items that he made you toss to avoid his parents from waking up and scolding the young couple in love—though he knows they will just scold him given how much his parents adore everything about you.

Scared that you would soon wake up in the very uncomfortable posture that you have right now, more than half your feet dangling off the bed, Jaemin swiftly completes his night routine, skipping the one that would make his dentist question his habits but he pushed the thought aside for now. As quiet as he could, he makes his way over to your still peaceful figure. His knees sink into the bed, eyes observing you while he holds his breath to avoid any more unnecessary movements than the ones he’s making right now.

An arm lifts your upper body, and Jaemin quickly jumps behind you. You did stir a bit in your sleep when Jaemin undoes the noisy metal zipper of your jacket but nonetheless, he succeeded without bringing you back into full consciousness. In his head, he imagines himself doing a little celebratory dance under the shining disco ball, all the fluorescent light on him on the dance floor. Then, the same arm is placed on your upper back once more but now paired with his other arm tucked under the back of your knees. You quickly adjusted to the position, Jaemin raising your body high enough for you to relish in the remnants of his cologne on the crook of his neck. 

“I love you, Nana.” You confess to him earnestly. “I love you so much…”

Jaemin stands on one side of the bed, scanning the curves of your face intently as if he has never noticed the small mole on the slope of your nose. He couldn’t fight off the want to steal another kiss from you, bending his neck down to slot his soft ones to hug your plump ones. A satisfied hum is brought out after, Jaemin mirroring your content heart with another lingering press on your forehead.

Soon enough, your body is finally between his bouncy mattress and his weighted polyester. Immediately, your hands roam over to the other side of the bed where Jaemin would usually be, groaning when all you felt was the crinkles of the cotton that is not his shirt.

“Okay, okay. I’m here.” He assures the dissatisfaction painted on your face first by flicking the light switch off and then by wrapping your smaller frame into his own. 

The muscles of your whole body relax for the first time in a while at the thought of going to dreamland—maybe it’s the Jaemin effect. A hand makes its way to the curve of your head, fingertips half-buried into your strands. A slight gush of wind can be felt on your nose but you don’t mind the proximity, even continuing to scoot even closer, pleased with the hand on your lower back that pushes you in closer. 

“Sleep tight.” His eyes landed on the brown bag across the room and his muted laptop that plays your favourite comfort movie. He lets the movie play, strategically moving his forearm to block the blue light emitted. When he confirms that his shadow falls upon your lids, he places the lightest kiss as a final ‘goodnight’. “I love you.”

So maybe, you don’t hate the hot weather as much as you thought.

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[01:34] | nct na jaemin

Your ceiling fell.

pairing » nct na jaemin x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)​

trope/au » ​established relationship au!, non-idol au!

genre » boyfriend na jaemin who picks you up even though he's tired, summer is annoying to the reader (sorry, i'm really hating summer rn), fluffy fluff with a tinge of angst, clothes stealer reader!, but you never end up using it because you got too tired and fell asleep, i love na jaemin (can you tell?), reader is the little spoon, jaemin is so caring and cute (i'm in love with him), jaemin brushing his hand through your hair

word count, estimated reading time » 2496, ~9 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » jaemin is taller, outside clothes on the bed (i don't do this but it's cute here 😭 forgive me), oh...it's not proofread 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

recently went back to my wips and found bits and pieces that could work together and meshed them together as best as i can 🤣 just whipped up this little thing whilst i was at it hehe

also, not going to be specific but will you believe if i said that this is based on a (my) true story? 🤠 it's been...messy 🤠 to say the least.

thank you for proofreading (when you're supposed to be focusing on school) @cupidjyu !! 💕

Your ceiling fell.

Well...

To be exact, there isn't a hole that lets the spiders and birds able to look down and see the base of your kitchen sink but when the inside surface of the roof fell, so did the insulator that kept the house warm during the frosty winter, and cool in the scorching summer. Because of the unstable roof condition, your whole family was wary of putting the air conditioning system on. The vibration from the machine and the sound waves themselves may be the little push it needs to send other parts of the roof crumbling.

You hate the hot weather so much.

In this period of the summer, when opening the windows was barely an option as it also let the heat through, it has been hard even to do anything remotely productive. With every move of your body, it generates heat and energy, which when mixed with the thirty-five-degree heat, all you want to do is lay on your bed and let the sweat evaporate off your skin with the help of your tower fan. That's how the mornings would go. Sometimes when you're not too tired from the previous day's work, you would go and take shelter in the library, turning confused heads when you would be wearing a jacket as overtime, it became too cold. 

The worst thing is that there has been no word from the insurance company or the people who could help to fix the hole in your ceiling. Unfortunately, it did fall during the peak holiday season but at this point, when it’s no longer the festive season, no one in your family understands what’s going on with the back-and-forth messy conversations to fix the issue. 

The past three months have been full of frustrating calls to your boyfriend but Jaemin has been picking up your phone call at the second time his ringtone rings, greeting you with that emphasising smile of his as he sees the layer of moisture on your face. At first, you tried to give him the best smile you could, but you eventually broke down after the first month, completely done with changing your clothes every day in every hour. Jaemin, though busy with his own responsibilities, never fails to take you out whenever he can, accompanying you in your aimless night time walks or accompanying you to the library where he would start reading a random book while you snooze on his shoulder. 

Today is one of the nights where you can’t handle sleeping in the house, too hot and uncomfortable for your eyes to even think about closing. You guiltily text Jaemin, asking if he’s able to have you over and within a few minutes, the black-haired arrives at your house, air conditioner blasting in his car and a genuine smile greeting you as soon as you step in. He waits outside his car with his oversized shirt and short pants; his usual summer attire. He kisses your frown away as soon as you rush into his arms, dropping your bag of clothes to the floor. His affectionate gaze for you grows, cupping your cheeks in his hands to hush you from the apologies that you would say for going out so late at night even though you insisted that the five-minute walk was fine to do.

“No,” Jaemin juts his lower lip to you adorably. “Not letting you do that!” He presses another quick peck on your lips that makes your cheeks heat up and makes you a stuttering mess. “I’m hungry! Let’s go grab some food first!”

You let out a knowing chuckle, shaking your head at him fondly as you know that just means another movie night that will go on until five am. To Jaemin, this is the best kind of date: the one that is unplanned but is planned at the same time. With the way that you’re literally having the worst summer ever as well, all he wants to do is to make sure that at least when you look back on this summer, you will remember his air conditioner blasting in his room. Bonus, the later you sleep, the more time you’ll have in a cooled, comfortable and private environment. 

But you know deep down, that you will always remember his warm, kind heart first out of all. 

With hands full of takeout from the nearest fast food to his house, Jaemin talks you through his list of movies that he wants to check out before you both fall asleep. He was so excited that he nearly missed the step up to his room, almost waking up the whole house with how his body would tumble down the staircase otherwise. But oh how much he would if it meant that you wouldn’t be crying on the humid, summer night.

"It's perfect, Jaem." 

You comment when Jaemin asks you about the temperature of his room and he gives you a relieved look, smiling in satisfaction to know your thoughts. Jaemin starts to unload the snacks in his arm on his study table, prompting you to do the same. He turns his sleeping laptop on, waiting for his device to start up.

In the meantime, his attention falls on you once more. "You must've been overwhelmed." His arm spreads open, silently asking if you would accept his gesture.

All you gave was a quiet hum and it momentarily worries him before you step to bury your head into his broad chest. You sigh into his perfect body temperature that balances the coolness trapped in the four walls. The corners of Jaemin’s lips rise as he starts shifting his body side to side, giving the hug a little more dynamic and comfort as he starts to sing your favourite tune to your ears. His fingers rake across your hair, not minding the whines and complaints you gave about how your hair is disgusting and oily, even pressing a kiss to your scalp to ease your worries. 

Your arms start to find home around his waist and your palm grips the fabric of the shirt even more, feeling eternally thankful for having a loving person in your life. A mutter, “Thank you for all this.” Your voice trails off, eyelids heavy and honestly, quiet snores could leave your lips at any moment now. 

“Always, bubs,” he muses back. “Maybe we can skip the movie night today?” 

The suggestion pulls your lips into a sour smile but you can’t hide the drowsiness in your system after getting small hours of sleep for the past week. “We have food.” But truly, it’s nothing that food can’t fix.

A raised eyebrow meets you when you slightly pull back to see the reaction on Jaemin’s face. “Food and horror movies.”

The shared favourite genre makes you break out into a genuine smile, excited for the movie marathon cuddled up in his bedsheets and the smell of food as you both expose yourself to the light from the computer until the sun replaces the moon. Jaemin watches you excitedly walk back to the door of his room where your bag slumps over on the wall next to the frame. 

“You don’t want to wear mine?” The suggestion is said with a smirk from him and your hands stopping to unzip your bag halfway. “Guess not!”

“No! I do!” You drag the last syllable out and when you turn to face him once more, Jaemin only lets out a teasing smile. “Let me steal!”

Indeed, Jaemin already has everything prepared for you, tilting his chin to his bed where some of his and your favourite hoodies are spread across the duvet. You spot the emerald green one, immediately jumping from your kneeling position on the floor and making the neat pile topple over at your eagerness. 

Jaemin feigns fake offence and an exaggerated gasp, “All my hard work!” He weeps to which you just roll your eyes as a response, continuing to take out your shower and night necessities to prepare for the night. 

“Alright.” A heavy sigh follows after, “I’m going to sho—”

But before you could take another step towards the bathroom, a pair of arms pulls you backwards, your back colliding with a chest that you know all too well. You can’t see the expression on his face but another thing that you know about Jaemin is when he leans down to press his cheek on yours, humming once more into your embrace, his cheeks are painted with hues of red and pink—his love for you overflowing from the simple back hug gesture.

“What you doing, Nana?” It deepens his blush, melting with how the nickname naturally sounds lovelier coming from you.

“Just go brush your teeth and shower in the morning.” He mumbles against your cheek. “I want to go on this movie marathon with you right now.”

“But you hate it the most when someone lays on your bed without washing up.” 

That’s also true. He does hate that a lot. 

The idea of outside germs reaching the place where he would be closing his eyes and be in another space for hours never fails to bring a scowl to his face and he always makes sure everyone who visits his space is aware of that fact.

But it’s you—and Jaemin loves you more to overlook that fact for a day.

“I’m planning on changing the sheets anyway.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, “Plus, I literally get grease and pieces of chocolate on there anyways so I think I may need to change my mindset about that rule now…”

The mention of the substances makes you gasp, a similar one to the one he directed at you before. “Na Jaemin!” The playful slap on his arm only makes his hold against your body tighter, sending you both into a fit of laughter.

Amid the chaos you created, Jaemin makes his point clear with the previous topic, throwing himself still clad in his dirty clothes onto his bed and taking you down with him. You yelp at the sudden fall, throwing everything out of your hands to muffle the sound of your mouth, aware of the sleeping couple not too far away from this room. 

“Oops! Gotta change it tomorrow, I guess!”

“Na Jaemin, stop! I’m still going to shower anyway!”

So begins the shoving and wiggling for you to escape his strong grip on his bulky arms. You know shortly after running out of breath that it’s a better choice to rest your head on his pectoral, giving up on both the shower and possibly the movie night. The laughter dies down, but never the love that Jaemin shows for you. On the back of your head, you can feel his thumping heartbeat, the rhythm making your eyelids fall naturally.

Jaemin carefully slides you over to the mattress on his side, turning his body to face the girl he loves the most in this world. His eyelashes flutter quietly, quieter than the humming of the white rectangular machine stuck high onto his wall. He doesn’t bother waking you up, content with the tiny snores you let out through the small gap between your lips.

“And to think you were scolding me minutes ago.” Bopping your ice-cold nose with the pad of his pointer finger. “Okay, at this point you’re going to freeze.”

Though exhausted and body screaming to just fall asleep then and there, Jaemin pulls himself back to the edge of the bed, standing and stretching his four limbs. He quickly retreated to the connecting bathroom, picking up your discarded items that he made you toss to avoid his parents from waking up and scolding the young couple in love—though he knows they will just scold him given how much his parents adore everything about you.

Scared that you would soon wake up in the very uncomfortable posture that you have right now, more than half your feet dangling off the bed, Jaemin swiftly completes his night routine, skipping the one that would make his dentist question his habits but he pushed the thought aside for now. As quiet as he could, he makes his way over to your still peaceful figure. His knees sink into the bed, eyes observing you while he holds his breath to avoid any more unnecessary movements than the ones he’s making right now.

An arm lifts your upper body, and Jaemin quickly jumps behind you. You did stir a bit in your sleep when Jaemin undoes the noisy metal zipper of your jacket but nonetheless, he succeeded without bringing you back into full consciousness. In his head, he imagines himself doing a little celebratory dance under the shining disco ball, all the fluorescent light on him on the dance floor. Then, the same arm is placed on your upper back once more but now paired with his other arm tucked under the back of your knees. You quickly adjusted to the position, Jaemin raising your body high enough for you to relish in the remnants of his cologne on the crook of his neck. 

“I love you, Nana.” You confess to him earnestly. “I love you so much…”

Jaemin stands on one side of the bed, scanning the curves of your face intently as if he has never noticed the small mole on the slope of your nose. He couldn’t fight off the want to steal another kiss from you, bending his neck down to slot his soft ones to hug your plump ones. A satisfied hum is brought out after, Jaemin mirroring your content heart with another lingering press on your forehead.

Soon enough, your body is finally between his bouncy mattress and his weighted polyester. Immediately, your hands roam over to the other side of the bed where Jaemin would usually be, groaning when all you felt was the crinkles of the cotton that is not his shirt.

“Okay, okay. I’m here.” He assures the dissatisfaction painted on your face first by flicking the light switch off and then by wrapping your smaller frame into his own. 

The muscles of your whole body relax for the first time in a while at the thought of going to dreamland—maybe it’s the Jaemin effect. A hand makes its way to the curve of your head, fingertips half-buried into your strands. A slight gush of wind can be felt on your nose but you don’t mind the proximity, even continuing to scoot even closer, pleased with the hand on your lower back that pushes you in closer. 

“Sleep tight.” His eyes landed on the brown bag across the room and his muted laptop that plays your favourite comfort movie. He lets the movie play, strategically moving his forearm to block the blue light emitted. When he confirms that his shadow falls upon your lids, he places the lightest kiss as a final ‘goodnight’. “I love you.”

So maybe, you don’t hate the hot weather as much as you thought.

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proposing to you | nct dream

“Marry me,” he started, “Carry a part of me wherever you go too.”

pairing » nct dream (individual members) x fem!reader​

trope/au » ​established relationship au!, non-idol au!, marriage au! (well it leads to it)

genre » it's all just fluff and vibes here hehe, dreamies who are all very much in love with you, mark's one makes me chuckle, renjun's one makes me wanna squish his cheeks (i miss him 😭), jeno's one makes me melt, haechan's one is chaotically (?) romantic (in my opinion), jaemin's one makes me want to have pets again so bad, chenle's one makes me want to splurge and treat myself, jisung's one is too adorable for me

word count; estimated reading time » 4303 (total); ~16 mins (total)

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » nicknames; members to reader (love, bubs), lots of kissing, ...not proofread---

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

my very first time doing something like this. this scenario has been in my head for some time and i finally had the time to sit and write it all 🥰 (and also because sem 1 results come out later today and this is my way of forgetting about it uhm 🤠)

this is my personal take on how each member from dream would propose to you!! i tried to make them all with similar word count but i can't help but to get carried away with some 🥹

Mark sits on the stool, one foot on the ground while the other is on the footrest, making sure that his guitar is tuned properly and that the new strings that he bought yesterday are set up properly. To ease his tension he strums random chords and raps random words on top, making the other Dreamies lovingly judge (and tease) him. Jeno would be tasked with calming him down, while Haechan does the exact opposite of what Jeno is doing, purposely annoying him to get his mind off his nervousness. Either way, it worked well to get the lovesick boy from the reason why they’re all gathered today. 

“You both are too loud!” Renjun says when Chenle adds random notes to Mark’s singing, belting high notes that are out of his range whilst also purposely hitting them off-tune.

“She’s probably going to walk in and think we’re crazy,” Jisung whispers to the boy who scolded Haechan not long after, who decided to join in on the chaos.

“Well, the point is that she doesn’t see the chaos right now…” Jeno lets out a nervous grin, turning his head to the still-closed door, “Maybe one of us should stand outside and text someone in the room or something.”

“No,” Jaemin crosses his arms, “This is funny,” taking out his phone to start recording, making the other three facepalm at how he’s indirectly contributing to the chaos. 

In the end, the noise and chaos were too loud for anyone in the room to realise the door opening. When he noticed you from the other side of the room, hand over your mouth, cheeks rising at the scene, his voice cracked and his cheeks blushed instantly. Mark’s voice cracked and his coughing caused the other boys to be immediately disciplined, rushing to their scheduled spots in their room as Mark mutters an “Oh crap…” thinking that everything has all been ruined.

You tried to keep your laughs at bay at your pouting boyfriend, but the image of him being silly only made it harder for you to wipe the smile off your face. But soon after, you realise the decoration around the room and the heart-shaped balloons and the unique balloons shaped like rings. Understanding how this is a different occasion to a date that you expected him to set up, you blurted a quick “No, I didn't see anything!” and rushed out the door, heart beating fast at the possible connotations behind the set-up.

It will forever become a memory that you two will always bring up whenever and wherever. A slight mention of it would instantly bring out a shy Mark who hides his red face in the crook of your neck, forever in love with you.

“Ah! That proposal was supposed to be perfect.”

Your mind replays the scene back again. After running out of the room, you waited around five more minutes, trying to calm the beating against your chest. When you did enter back, your eyes were only focused on Mark who started performing the little piece that he has prepared for you. Your body sways to the rhythm and the sweet melody of his voice and Mark who kept his eyes on yours for the majority of the performance only made the moment even more special. You remember the way you hopped on stage, only wanting to be held in his arms and unable to let go. Eventually, you did and Mark got down on one knee with the ring that he had prepared for this moment. Reminiscing the time always made you chuckle and Mark pouted and groaned, knowing that you were lost in that time once more. 

A kiss lands on his lips, wiping the pout effectively from his lips, “It’s perfect because it was you, Markie.”

Renjun is pacing around the room, making sure the decorations are placed at their designated spots properly. He would circle the room countless times, making sure the flowers were fresh and presented in the way that he liked whilst his hands busied themselves with playing with the case of your ring; that he hopes will be on your fourth finger soon.

Mark massages his shoulder, relieving his body tension. Jaemin has his camera ready to take pictures whenever he can, making sure not to interfere with the small bubble that Renjun would create with you. Jisung, being more responsible than the older members most of the time stands still with a proud look on his face while Chenle gives him a thumbs up along with Jeno as well. Haechan is just as encouraging; Renjun’s threat to make sure he didn’t cause trouble playing in his head.

“I think everything is set up,” Jaemin says as he takes more photos of the venue to add for the memory book.

“You’re playing a very important role here,” Haechan comments, a hand resting on his hand, “Don’t mess it up.”

Jaemin replies with a slightly menacing smile, “Don’t mess with me, Lee Haechan.”

“To be honest, everything will go well as long as Renjun doesn’t go blank as soon as she walks in,” Chenle teases the older boy at how in love and speechless Renjun would be around you.

“True,” Mark gives him an encouraging thumbs up, “But you’ll be fine. She’ll be here any minute now actually.”

You received instructions through text from Jeno about meeting at a place, a dress code and a time “when you should open the door (don’t open it before!)”. The text is odd and when asking Renjun about it, the tips of his ears growing red from each passing second tell you that he does know what’s going on but it's cleer he wouldn't tell. You couldn’t ask any more questions after he pulled your face into his for a quick kiss, hushing you from any more questions. 

When you walked in, outfit in line with the theme of the room and matching with his, Renjun’s heart melted once more, falling in love with you all over again. You slowly walk towards your boyfriend, eyes flickering around the area and taking in the decorations as well as giving the boys a smile and greeting back. When Renjun is infront of you, he playfully bows, momentarily stumbling and losing his balance. You cup his cheeks when he lifts his head, kissing his lips, not bothering about the camera capturing it all. 

“W-Woah,” Renjun stumbles with his words, “That was nice.” 

“This whole place is nice, Junnie,” your boyfriend is relieved by your words, “You look beyond nice, by the way.”

Few minutes later, Renjun takes his position on the floor and Jaemin captures it the memories with his camera: the way it dawned on you that he's proposing, to when you finally sealed Renjun’s love and to the way Renjun takes your lips after. 

Jaemin smiles behind the camera, capturing all the moments to make a physical memory of it all.

Including getting extremely closer than he said he wouldn’t take a better picture of the band around your finger.

“So this is why you made me dress up?” Taking in the fragrance of the flowers that Jisung gave as a token of congratulations from the rest of the boys.

Renjun nods, “You look beautiful, by the way.”

Jeno and his little smile that would reach his eyes. That was one of the first reasons why you fell for Jeno but to him, it’s his default expression whenever he sees, thinks of hears anything related to you. At the start of your relationship, he’s shy about receiving and giving you affection but you didn’t mind initiating the skinship, hugging and pecking his cheeks that would gradually lean towards his lips. He loves the skinship from you even in front of the rest of the boys who would tease him about it.

“She loves you,” Jaemin wiggles his eyebrows at the goodbye kiss you gave him.

“I love her more,” he replies, his eyes filled with heart shapes.

As the relationship developed and you got a little place with him, Jeno would slowly be the one who initiated the skinship, hugging your waist to sleep and keeping you close to him whenever he could. Even outside, he would be the one to link your hands together first and show his love through the bouquet of flowers from the start of any date.

“These bouquets just keep growing bigger and bigger each time in my opinion,” twirling the gift around in your hand while the other is in Jeno’s.

Your boyfriend kissed your head, “It didn’t really change from the first one, bubs.” Content with the little giggle you gave as he watched the elevator take you both to the floor where he booked the last dinner where you would be his girlfriend and the last anniversary as boyfriend and girlfriend; the start of a new title to the both of you.

His hand is stashed in his pocket where the ring is and he couldn’t help but gulp nervousnessly. The dinner went smoothly with the courses that Jeno pre-ordered and throughout the whole date, he loves the way you fill the atmosphere with the times that you didn’t spend together for the day, him updating you on his day too. He would never be tired of hearing your voice and the eye smile on him is a clear indication of that.

“I’m going to go to the restroom,” Jeno says as he kisses the back of your hand. He approaches one of the workers there, asking for the largest bouquet that he has ever given you in their back room where he dropped it off hours before the dinner. 

You’re preoccupied with taking pictures of the view from the windows that span from the floor to the ceiling but your boyfriend’s reaction comes into view and your phone screen rests on the table once again, ready to greet him. What you didn’t expect is when Jeno kneeled to one knee, arms outstretching the flowers he had with the opened box nestling between its petals.

“Jeno?” You asked him, tears beginning to fill up your eyes.

“I thought it would be nice to ask here, at this place. We always spent our anniversaries here and even today,” happy with how the corner of your lips rises with the event, “Will you marry me?”

It took you less than a millisecond to respond with a nod and a loud “Yes”. When Jeno stood from his position, your arms were immediately wrapped around his, hiding your lower face behind his shoulder.

“I thought you were shy.” 

“I am,” heat rising to his cheeks, “But I wanted to make this special for my very special girl.”

The Dreamies have never seen Haechan so nervous before. It bought them back to the times when he was crushing on you, blushing and being giddy all the time at the thought of you. They remember how Haechan was asking Jaemin for advice for the outfit on your first date that you prepared, and he rocked up with something really formal for a casual date, mixing up the place for the restaurant as a similar four-star restaurant. It would be something that not only you would tease him about, but when news spread to the Dreamies, they used it as the main thing to tease him about whenever he was being mischievous. It did die down quickly as after learning that the memory is very fond to you, the teasing wouldn’t work against him anymore.

The necklace that Haechan gifted you that day would be a reminder of the happiness that he has been giving you from the start of the journey and just like the sun pendant that reminds you of him, you love how just a glance of it knocks out all your worries that life may have weighed you down with. 

It all seemed to be a recent memory, but that was quite a long time ago for everyone who knew what happened. Now, Haechan is waiting for you to come back home after a night out with your friends and earlier in the day, the boy who was pacing around the room about what to wear to his first date with now is now pacing around the jewellery store on the perfect ring on your hand. 

He talked with the boys about his proposal plan to which the others have chipped in and helped him with. In the end, some of their advice is taken on board, but most of them made him grip his hair and made him say, “I’m just going to wing it.”

To which Mark replied with, “Sure, dude. If it doesn’t go ‘well’, it’s another thing to tease you about.” 

In all seriousness though, he wants the proposal to be perfect; just like how you are to him. He plops down on the bed, raising the box to the ceiling as he looks at the diamond he worked hard for. At the sound of the front door creaking and your voice greeting him from the other side of the house, he pockets the jewellery in his sweatpants, jumping from the cotton to greet you.

Your arms were outstretched and Haechan brings you to his embrace immediately, “How was your day?”

“So good,” your voice muffled with the hug, “We bought friendship rings,” pushing him away slightly to show him, “We thought about this so much but we thought it’s so pretty that we couldn’t not get it.”

You realised that as much as Haechan smiled at the decoration around your finger, it didn’t go unnoticed that he was playing with the hem of your jacket. An eyebrow perks up from that and you give him a kiss on his cheek, asking him what was wrong.

He took a deep breath, took the box from his pockets, got down to one knee and opened the jewellery to you for the first time, “Marry me,” he started, “Carry a part of me wherever you go too.”

Growing up, you were never able to have pets. Your dad is allergic to cats, one of the pets that you’ve always wanted, and your mum isn’t sure of how well the family would take care of another life due to how busy life is. You totally agree with her because pets should be well taken care of as much as any other kind of life form.

When you and Jaemin were financially ready to get a place for yourselves, one of his first promises was to get a pet that you wanted. Through motivation and a lot of saving, making sure that you were both ready to take care of another life and doing all the research on how to take care of cats, you and Jaemin finally adopted a pet to take care of. Jaemin is also thankful for the added company in the house as your work schedule wouldn’t match with his and that would mean that one of you would be alone in the house. Having another pet would make the house more lively and less lonely. With gradual time and more financial stability, you were able to adopt two more that you both love equally. 

“We should get another one,” you comment as Jaemin turns off the bedroom lights.

Your boyfriend hums at your thoughts, knowing exactly what you mean. He slips into the covers, hooking an arm around your waist and pulls you closer to his warmth, “You really love taking care of others, don’t you?”

You close your eyes and hum a response, exhaling at the comfort of him next to you. “You know how I am.”

“I do, bubs. I do,” and he really does. With how your eyes light up whenever you take care of the people around you, always loving how you’re able to help out others whether it be him, your family, his family or the three cats that are sleeping soundly in the living room, it comes naturally that he’s thought of settling down with you permanently for the rest of his life; and having a little mini you or mini him later down the track. Similar talks have happened in the relationship and he thought that it would be perfect to make it happen soon.

No more words were said that night but Jaemin kissed a final kiss onto your soft lips and made a mental note to prepare for another life chapter with you. A few days later, he was able to speed through his work, being able to finish early to see the ring that he had been monitoring through the website. As soon as his eyes landed on it, he immediately thought of you and that’s how he made his final decision to buy it.

Thankfully, you had a later end to your work today and that gave Jaemin enough time to prepare a small, quick dinner as well as dressing the three cats into little outfits that would be fitting to wear in a wedding. 

“Come on, Luna,” he says as he struggles to get her paw in, “I don’t have a lot of time and I want to make mummy proud!” With this, the cat seemed to comply instantly and Jaemin squished the cat’s cheeks in thankfulness.

With each cat, he securely attached a note on their ventral side: Love, Marry, Me, and plans to release each cat one by one from the bedroom when you come in. Jaemin just made it in time, quickly scooping up all the cats into his arms, and rushing to hide in the bedroom.

“I’m home!” You routinely shouted, “Nana?” Confused about why the house was so quiet, especially when knowing that Jaemin finished work a long time ago. “Maybe he went out and forgot to tell me?” But that’s quickly proved wrong when pipping hot homemade food were neatly set out on the table. “Luna! Lucy! Luke!” Calling out to your three cats, wondering how none of them rushed to the door like they usually would.

Suddenly, the door to your room opens and you gasp, scared that an intruder is in your house but out comes all your three cats in different, cute attires. “Oh!” Kneeling on the floor to get a better look at them, “Did dadda do this? Hm?” Picking up Luna with his little white dress, rubbing your nose on hers. “What’s this?” Reading the ‘Love’ message on her stomach. You set Lucy down, picking up Lucy in a similar outfit, “Marry…” Your eyes widened, looking at a groom-like dressed Luke who sat patiently, licking the back of his exposed paw. Sure enough, the final and last note makes your jaw drop.

Jaemin emerges from your bedroom, smiling at how you look up at him in shock. He kneels on the floor, “I was supposed to let them out one by one but they got excited," he shrugs with a smile. "As much as I would love another pet,” he hinges the velvet box open, “If you would like to, I would also love a mini you or mini-me.” A hand rises to your gaped mouth, eyes staring at the cushioned ring. “But first, will you marry me?”

It seems that Luna, Lucy and Luke were on board with the idea, jumping on your lap and resting their little paws on your arms. Sure enough, you nod and verbally express your actions. The “Yes” is all Jaemin took to carefully place the three nosy cats away from you, sliding the new ring on your hand and pulling you into a kiss.

During ring shopping, Chenle would look around the places he could find and spend a lot of time window shopping on all the rings that were available in your size. He invited Jisung along on the journey and the younger boy was more stressed than him with how he was handling the situation. From the very first store, he already has about five rings that he’s thinking would be perfect for you. Jisung gave his input on each one which Chenle is thankful for, but did minimal in narrowing down the options. He even asked the other members, but it was still the same result. 

In the end, after visiting all the stores that he had listed, Chenle purchased about ten rings from each store. The employees are used to customers who are stuck between multiple choices as a symbol of love for their partner. But they weren’t prepared for Chenle to cross his arms, calmly exhale point to the rings and say, “I’ll just take them all.” 

Jisung tried to save his wallet but after deep thinking and checking the return policy, he decided to buy all the ones that his heart couldn't let go of. He'll figure out what to do with the rest of the diamonds later. Because of his massive purchase, on the day of the proposal, he looked calm and collected but inside, his heart was beating like he just ran a marathon. It was running so fast to the point that you asked him if there was something troubling him when you laid on his chest to sleep last night. Chenle shook his head firmly but from the way his finger trembled a little when he was patting your head, you couldn’t help but to question him once more.

“It’s not a big deal, I promise.”

After some time, your raised eyebrows relaxed, “Okay. Tell me if it weighs too much and whenever you’re ready, okay?”

And he’s so excited to tell you what is on his mind soon. The thought of finally being able to spoil the love of his life for the rest of his life excited him so much that with the boxes looking similar across the stores, he didn't realise that he also grabbed the one that he hadn't decided on the previous night. When you nodded to his proposal, too stunned and speechless from happiness to speak, the different ring to his expectations when he opened the velvet box made him let out the famous Pikachu face. 

“What?” You chuckled and tilted your head in confusion at his reaction, completely unaware of the boxes hidden under the bed. 

“N-Nothing,” well, it looks like he'll explain later but with the happiness written on your face and the kisses you showered him with, maybe he'll just gift the rest of the spares to you.

“Don't be so nervous,” a hit lands on the side of Jisung’s arm from Chenle, “She'll love this.”

In the early stages of dating, you were always sharing your date plans with him, planning most of them. You made sure Jisung didn’t mind them because being in a relationship isn’t only about one person. Jisung loves the way you talk enthusiastically about all the places you want to go with him and all the activities that you want to do with him. Jisung would give you that adorable gummy smile, eyes shaped like crescent moons whenever he did so. Those small event plans became more detailed, expanding into different topics naturally such as proposals, weddings and honeymoon places and Jisung being in love with everything about you, would mentally take notes of what you love for each occasion.

“I promise,” Jisung stops your words for a second, “We will do them all together.”

There was a time he was caught writing it all down on his phone to which Chenle teased him endlessly, the other Dreamies joining along at their youngest being in love. It’s not that he will forget the things that make you happy, he just wants to be able to see it all so that he can plan the perfect proposal. They promised to help him with every step when he was ready. 

Today is that day.

Jaemin tells him that the hinge of the engagement ring’s box would eventually break with how much he’s fiddling with it but it’s the only way he could distract his nervousness.

“Maybe you should recite your speech once more,” Jeno clears his throat, opening the paper in his hand.

“Jeno loves Jisung, guys. Look at him,” Haechan teased his same-aged friend. His bear-like friend would chase him around the room and Jisung would be shouting at the two to be aware of the decorations around the room.

You came in through the chaos, the door opening inwards where Haechan stops abruptly to avoid his face smashing against the wood and Jeno back hugged him as a result of that. You peeked behind the door, confused but smiling at the two. Before you could question what was going on, Renjun kicked Haechan out the door and welcomed you in.

“He’s not prepared for this,” pointing at your boyfriend who hides behind Jaemin. “Stay here while I talk to Haechan for ruining this moment.”

But the moment wasn’t ruined at all because just looking at how your Pinterest board came into life and the boys slowly giving Jisung the spotlight while you walked down towards him, everything is indeed beautiful and perfect.

“Oh wow,” you breathed out, “It's like my Pinterest came to life.”

Hearing that is the biggest compliment to Jisung who spent hours analysing your saved folders of wedding venue inspirations, trying to find a consistent theme. He gifted the teddy bear on his hand to you, pecking your lips and pulling away with a deep red blush across his cheeks. He readies himself to his rehearsed position after, “Will you marry…me?” Endeared by the way you hide your face behind the teddy bear. Yet, your answer is clear without your words.

Just like how he gives you a kiss on the lips with a “Yes” from you and the silver band around your finger that sealed your happily ever after.

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it's so nice to be loved by you | nct na jaemin

And this is one of the moments when Na Jaemin feels like the luckiest person in the world once again.

pairing » nct na jaemin x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)​

trope/au » ​established relationship au!, college au!, non-idol au!

genre » fluffy and comforting love for both you and jaemin, you show jaemin that you love him, boyfriend na jaemin who loves to give you back hugs, a ton of kissing, again my horrible attempt at comedy

word count, estimated reading time » 1064, ~4 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » jaemin implied to be taller, not proofread 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

it took me way too long to decide on a banner that i had to post this for later like 🤠 genuinely didn't think this was going to see the light of day before jaemin's bday ended 😭 anyway! so...y'all would think that i'm jaemin biased but i'm not 😗 in saying that! he needs to stop wrecking my bias list aye-

happy birthday to our nana!

Na Jaemin is a hard worker. 

When he sets his mind on something, he will see it through the end even if the whole world turns against him.

Or maybe he continues working hard because he knows you won’t turn against him, no matter the result. Because he believes you will always hear him, let him explain his thoughts even if the whole world doesn’t crumble down on him. These little things made him realise that he’s deeply in love with you, and these same acts reassure him that you feel the same.

For you, the small things like the little hugs he gives whenever he sees you. Despite your complaints of these back hugs that would make you stumble forward and sometimes spill a bit of your beverage on your hand, you would never want him to stop surprising you with this little act of love he gives. You’ve always wanted him to be on the receiving side of this—not the whole spilling drinks part—but the moving emotions that you feel whenever he wraps his arms around you and whispers sweet nothings that would immediately heat your cheeks in a matter of milliseconds. 

It’s currently the perfect opportunity for that. You have failed in your previous attempts because you’re not as stealthy in your steps as you think you were and Jaemin would always say that he has his special radar for you but you’ve always tried your attempts whenever Jaemin isn’t too preoccupied with something else, whether it be writing his final notes on the board or how he’s walking down the hallway at the start of the day. 

Right now, you observe sneakily as Jaemin scored the final goal with his friend group from high school. You were thankful that they all decided to go to the same institution for further study. You felt lonely sometimes with your friends in a different college, but Jaemin is here and everything seems to be breathable once more as you continue your academic journey. Jaemin just finished his soccer game before they all needed to go to their tutorial, sparing a good ten to fifteen minutes to walk through this enormous campus.

Though tired and out of breath, he still saves his last energy to playfully bicker with his friends, resonating laughs in the summer light as the losing team promises that they’ll win next time. You make eye contact with Jeno briefly, who along with everyone else but Jaemin has already decided to prepare for the next part of their day. You hold your index finger to your lips at your boyfriend’s best friend and he responds with an ‘o’ shape to his lips, knowing exactly what you’re planning.

You dashed right away, your steps thankfully masked by the chaotic sounds of his friends. You slump right to Jaemin’s back, arms loosely around his neck and chin resting on his shoulder. The fact that Jaemin responds with a surprised gasp is what made the grin on your face grow. 

“Hello there,” he greets after recognising the bracelet he recently gifted you, chuckling at how pretty it looks on the hands that he loves to hold.

A kiss to the cheek is what you greet him back with and Jaemin turns his head to your side, bopping his nose to yours. “Good game?” 

He just responds with a nod. “Don’t think you should be hugging me though. I’m all sweaty,” to which you just shrug your shoulders, not minding it at all.

And this is one of the moments when Na Jaemin feels like the luckiest person in the world once again. 

It’s such a simple gesture but to him it’s everything. He doesn’t ask for a lot of things, only genuine love and that’s what you show him all the time, again and again. You watch as he flutters his eyelashes down, closing his eyes to feel your embrace in the cooling wind. He leans his forehead into yours and you feel his calming breathing on your lips. You shortly followed his actions, just enjoying being in his presence whilst initiating a swaying motion to your hug. 

“It’s so nice to be loved by you.” 

And when you open your eyes, you’re met with a pair of eyes that show his entire universe: you. The realisation of his words sinks in and you are about to answer if it wasn’t for him titling his head, diving to press a quick peck to your lips. Just when you thought he was done, he would go for another one, relishing your flustered state.

“Nana!” His hands on your forearm to make sure you don’t escape.

Jaemin does eventually stop kissing you though a pout stays on his lips and it’s only when you mirror his expression back that the corner of his lips rises. You both continue in this atmosphere for a bit more before Jaemin continues his thought.

“It’s nice,” he whispers, “to know that I can always go to someone even if I don’t have an exact reason to. To be able to give my all to someone, knowing that they’ll appreciate it.”

And this time, you were the one to envelop his lips. It’s longer than the ones he gave you. Your lips hug his, moving slowly and delicately to which he reciprocates. He thinks it’s beautiful, just like your whole being to him. You pull away and Jaemin looks at you thoughtfully, wondering how he got so lucky.

“Can I tell you a secret?” 

“Doubt that it will be but go ahead.”

“You’re right,” nodding to the fact, “It really isn’t a secret that I love you so much, Na Jaemin.”

“Told you,” teasing but delightful at the confession, “And I hope that it’s not a secret to you too that I love you more.”

“No. I love you more than you love me.” 

“Nope,” dramatically shaking his hair that’s now even messier. “I love you more than you think that I love you more than you think you love me more.”

Like on cue, a flying bird caws after shooting his argument. “Jaemin, I don’t think that makes sense.” 

“It wasn’t supposed to.”

It didn’t matter anyway. The only thing that does is your love for each other.

“Seriously, what do I do with you?”

“Kiss me again.”

How could you deny him when you wanted to just as much? 

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it's so nice to be loved by you | nct na jaemin

And this is one of the moments when Na Jaemin feels like the luckiest person in the world once again.

pairing » nct na jaemin x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)​

trope/au » ​established relationship au!, college au!, non-idol au!

genre » fluffy and comforting love for both you and jaemin, you show jaemin that you love him, boyfriend na jaemin who loves to give you back hugs, a ton of kissing, again my horrible attempt at comedy

word count, estimated reading time » 1064, ~4 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » jaemin implied to be taller, not proofread 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

it took me way too long to decide on a banner that i had to post this for later like 🤠 genuinely didn't think this was going to see the light of day before jaemin's bday ended 😭 anyway! so...y'all would think that i'm jaemin biased but i'm not 😗 in saying that! he needs to stop wrecking my bias list aye-

happy birthday to our nana!

Na Jaemin is a hard worker. 

When he sets his mind on something, he will see it through the end even if the whole world turns against him.

Or maybe he continues working hard because he knows you won’t turn against him, no matter the result. Because he believes you will always hear him, let him explain his thoughts even if the whole world doesn’t crumble down on him. These little things made him realise that he’s deeply in love with you, and these same acts reassure him that you feel the same.

For you, the small things like the little hugs he gives whenever he sees you. Despite your complaints of these back hugs that would make you stumble forward and sometimes spill a bit of your beverage on your hand, you would never want him to stop surprising you with this little act of love he gives. You’ve always wanted him to be on the receiving side of this—not the whole spilling drinks part—but the moving emotions that you feel whenever he wraps his arms around you and whispers sweet nothings that would immediately heat your cheeks in a matter of milliseconds. 

It’s currently the perfect opportunity for that. You have failed in your previous attempts because you’re not as stealthy in your steps as you think you were and Jaemin would always say that he has his special radar for you but you’ve always tried your attempts whenever Jaemin isn’t too preoccupied with something else, whether it be writing his final notes on the board or how he’s walking down the hallway at the start of the day. 

Right now, you observe sneakily as Jaemin scored the final goal with his friend group from high school. You were thankful that they all decided to go to the same institution for further study. You felt lonely sometimes with your friends in a different college, but Jaemin is here and everything seems to be breathable once more as you continue your academic journey. Jaemin just finished his soccer game before they all needed to go to their tutorial, sparing a good ten to fifteen minutes to walk through this enormous campus.

Though tired and out of breath, he still saves his last energy to playfully bicker with his friends, resonating laughs in the summer light as the losing team promises that they’ll win next time. You make eye contact with Jeno briefly, who along with everyone else but Jaemin has already decided to prepare for the next part of their day. You hold your index finger to your lips at your boyfriend’s best friend and he responds with an ‘o’ shape to his lips, knowing exactly what you’re planning.

You dashed right away, your steps thankfully masked by the chaotic sounds of his friends. You slump right to Jaemin’s back, arms loosely around his neck and chin resting on his shoulder. The fact that Jaemin responds with a surprised gasp is what made the grin on your face grow. 

“Hello there,” he greets after recognising the bracelet he recently gifted you, chuckling at how pretty it looks on the hands that he loves to hold.

A kiss to the cheek is what you greet him back with and Jaemin turns his head to your side, bopping his nose to yours. “Good game?” 

He just responds with a nod. “Don’t think you should be hugging me though. I’m all sweaty,” to which you just shrug your shoulders, not minding it at all.

And this is one of the moments when Na Jaemin feels like the luckiest person in the world once again. 

It’s such a simple gesture but to him it’s everything. He doesn’t ask for a lot of things, only genuine love and that’s what you show him all the time, again and again. You watch as he flutters his eyelashes down, closing his eyes to feel your embrace in the cooling wind. He leans his forehead into yours and you feel his calming breathing on your lips. You shortly followed his actions, just enjoying being in his presence whilst initiating a swaying motion to your hug. 

“It’s so nice to be loved by you.” 

And when you open your eyes, you’re met with a pair of eyes that show his entire universe: you. The realisation of his words sinks in and you are about to answer if it wasn’t for him titling his head, diving to press a quick peck to your lips. Just when you thought he was done, he would go for another one, relishing your flustered state.

“Nana!” His hands on your forearm to make sure you don’t escape.

Jaemin does eventually stop kissing you though a pout stays on his lips and it’s only when you mirror his expression back that the corner of his lips rises. You both continue in this atmosphere for a bit more before Jaemin continues his thought.

“It’s nice,” he whispers, “to know that I can always go to someone even if I don’t have an exact reason to. To be able to give my all to someone, knowing that they’ll appreciate it.”

And this time, you were the one to envelop his lips. It’s longer than the ones he gave you. Your lips hug his, moving slowly and delicately to which he reciprocates. He thinks it’s beautiful, just like your whole being to him. You pull away and Jaemin looks at you thoughtfully, wondering how he got so lucky.

“Can I tell you a secret?” 

“Doubt that it will be but go ahead.”

“You’re right,” nodding to the fact, “It really isn’t a secret that I love you so much, Na Jaemin.”

“Told you,” teasing but delightful at the confession, “And I hope that it’s not a secret to you too that I love you more.”

“No. I love you more than you love me.” 

“Nope,” dramatically shaking his hair that’s now even messier. “I love you more than you think that I love you more than you think you love me more.”

Like on cue, a flying bird caws after shooting his argument. “Jaemin, I don’t think that makes sense.” 

“It wasn’t supposed to.”

It didn’t matter anyway. The only thing that does is your love for each other.

“Seriously, what do I do with you?”

“Kiss me again.”

How could you deny him when you wanted to just as much? 

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