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𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - 𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟜 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟛 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟝

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛𝟜 : 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣

Jaemin slams the front door shut after you pull him inside.  You wrap your arms around his neck as you press your body against his, pushing him against the now-closed door. 

“I’m glad you’re staying,” you announce, inching closer to his face, slowly closing the gap. 

“Can’t have this blocking your gorgeous face,” Jaemin whispers, gently placing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m glad too, baby.”

Your smile grows wider than it ever has. You lean in closer, shockwaves shooting throughout your body as soon as your lips make contact. You could taste the mixture of alcohol and cigarettes on his lips and it was the most magnificent thing you have tasted. His tongue slips past your lips, hungrily searching for yours. Your tongues dance around in bliss as his right hand  starts to slide up your body, feeling your curves on the outside of your clothing. He pulls away from the kiss, causing a little whimper to escape from your mouth. He grabs your waist with both hands flipping your body off of his and firmly pushing your back against the door. His mouth instantly finds yours again but only for a moment. He runs the tip of his tongue on your jawline until it finds your left ear. He lightly nibbles on your ear, moving onto your neck, sucking aggressively, making sure to leave a mark. You are his and he needs the world to know.

“Oh jaem,” you moan with your head back against the door. 

He stops sucking on your neck, grabbing your face with his left hand. He forces your head forward as he moves his in front of yours, lightly kisses your lips once more, loving the desire he sees on your face. 

“Baby,” Jaemin whispers, “I need to get out of this clothing.”

“Yes you do,” you say, biting your lower lip. You grab his shirt, attempting to pull it up to undress him, eager to see what the flimsy pieces of fabric are hiding.

Jaemin grabs your hands with his, preventing you from completing the action. “No baby, I mean I need a shower.”

“Do you want me to join you?” You ask, cocking your head while biting your lower lip again.

“I’d love you to join me but why don’t you get comfortable and I’ll come join you once I’m done,” he suggests. 

“Oh,” you sigh, looking away in disappointment. 

“Don’t be like this, baby,” he says, lifting your chin with his hand. “There is nothing I would love more than for you to join me in the shower but I really just gotta get this blood off me.”

“Ok,” you sigh. “I guess I understand but please hurry.”

“I will,” Jaemin says before pressing his lips quickly against yours for a brief moment. “Do you have anything I can wear?”

“I’m sure I can find something,” you laugh with an image of him wearing one of your dresses popping into your mind. 

Jaemin backs up, removing his body from yours. You lead him into your bedroom. He stands in the doorway while you rummage through your drawers and closet, searching for clothing for him to wear. 

You turn and toss some clothing in his direction. “Here, this should fit you, it's shit I stole from dad,” you laugh. 

“Thanks babe,” he smiles.

“There’s extra towels in the bathroom closet. If you can’t find anything that you need, just holler and I’ll come in,” you order as you start to take off your shirt. 

Jaemin watches for a moment but forces himself to look away, knowing full and well that if he didn’t look away when he did, he wouldn’t be able to leave. He walks out of your bedroom and into the bathroom, to get a shower and change into some clean clothing.

You are slightly disappointed that he actually left to get a shower. You do understand why he wants a shower but patience is not one of your strongest qualities. You strip down to you underwear, throwing a sexy negligee on before climbing into your bed.

Jaemin takes one of the quickest showers he has ever taken in his entire life, wanting to hurry back to you. As the water washes the blood off of his perfectly toned body down into the drain, he can’t help but to relive the magical moment when your lips finally met. What is wrong with me? He keeps thinking? Why is she having this effect on me? What the hell is going on?

He turns the water off, grabbing the towel that he has sitting on the sink. After drying off, he throws on the extra pair of sweat pants, leaves the bathroom finding his way back into your bedroom. 

Jaemin leans on the right side of the doorway, watching you on the bed, almost asleep. A smile appears on his face, a pure emotion, not one that is faked. He truly enjoys looking at your innocence and beauty. He shakes that smile away, creeping over to the bed, sitting on the edge.

“Baby,” you whisper, reaching to place your hand on his slightly damp back. “Didn’t the shirt fit?”

“I don’t know,” Jaemin sighs. “I hope you don’t mind but I usually don’t wear shirts to sleep.”

“Of course I don’t mind,” you announce, rolling closing to him. You stratetigicaly place delicate kisses from his waste up his spine, until reaching the base of his neck. Jaemin turns, pulling your body so you’re facing him sitting on his lap, with him in between your spread legs.

You lean down kissing his neck, gently sucking, making your way down to his chest. 

“I want you so bad, Jaem,” you moan. You could feel his excitement starting to grow which sparked a twitching in your most sensitive of parts as well. You never felt this way for anyone before, not even the only man that you loved, Hyunjin. And yet here you are, wanting to give yourself to Jaemin, a man you barely know. 

Jaemin grabs both of your thighs, lifting your body as he stands, turning to face the bed and gently lays you down. He crawls on top of you, passionately kissing your lips. It is a kiss that is screaming hunger, hunger for only something that you can give him. He wants you as badly as you desire him.

“I think we should wait,” Jaemin whispers, suddenly.

“What?” you moan, breath sporadic and unhitched. 

“I like you a lot, Park Y/N,” he confesses. “Probably a lot more than I should.”

“I like you too,” you sigh. “So what’s the problem?”

“You’re a virgin,” he announces. “Your first time should not be like this. You might regret it and then hate me for it.”

“That’s insane,” you huff. “I’m not a virgin, that’s just silly.”

“Please don’t lie to me, baby,” he begs, kissing you again. 

“How do you know that?” you ask.

“You told me the first time we met,” he explains. 

“So why does that change anything?” you ask. “Does that make you not want me?”

“Oh my god baby, no,” Jaemin expresses. “It makes me want you so much more. I want to be your first. I want to ruin you for every other man.”

“Then what’s stopping you?” you whisper.

“Because you deserve better than this,” he sighs. “I just want to do right by you baby. I’m trying to be a good man here.”

“Ok,” you sigh, deeply. 

”I promise when we finally do this, the time will be right, and there will be no regrets,” he explains, rolling off of you.

“Whatever you say,” you huff, crawling up your bed and pulling the covers up over your body. “Can you at least hold me?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Jaemin smiles, crawling under the covers next to you.

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

❈★ 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 ★❈

@conwunder

𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - 𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟝 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟜 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟞

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛𝟝 : 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖

𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕧 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

❈★ 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 ★❈

@conwunder

the 1 [NJM] (M)

Description: Six years ago, you decided to move away to a different country to go to school. The catch? You had to leave Jaemin behind, and you refused to drag him along. Now you're back and, for some reason, he doesn't quite seem to hate you in the way you thought he would.

(this is inspired by the Taylor Swift song by the same name, listen to it here)

Genre: Fluff/Smut/Angst TRIPLE THREAT (?? am i okay)

Content Warnings: Explicit sex, break ups, the angst isn't too bad I don't think. Just break up stuff l o l (also don't judge any typos or repetitions I didn't edit this because I wrote this whole thing today someone save me from myself) (also also I am totally working on all requests still, I just get random inspo sometimes and when it hits, it hits)

Word Count: 10,012 (yoo for why did I make this so long help)

Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader (this is a non-canon AU, Jaemin is a lil businessman and the rest of Dream make appearances here. PS, Best Friend!Donghyuck y'all)

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Honestly, you never thought you’d make your way back to Seoul. Not when you didn’t have much to come back to. Leaving for college was the scariest decision you’d ever made, but you’re so much better off for it. The experience of living in another country—even if it just for school—is the best thing you’ve ever done.

But Seoul is home. Home is where the heart is, and yours has always resided here, even long after you left. You wonder about the friends you left behind, knowing you haven’t been the best at keeping up with them.

You especially think of Jaemin. The two of you were both twenty-two when you left and, at the time, you would’ve said you were in love with him. You’d been dating for a year before you made your decision.

You don’t think of him in a way that you still have feelings for him, but rather, you want the best for him. If anything, you want to know he’s been as successful as you after you walked away from him.

“America?” Jaemin raises his eyebrows, recoiling at the thought. “I mean, that’s a great opportunity, but wouldn’t it be hard?”

“Of course, it’ll be hard. I think I need to do this before it’s too late for me.” You look down at your hands to avoid eye contact with him. The last thing you want to do is break his heart. Hell, you’ll be breaking your own, too. But being in love with Jaemin doesn’t mean you have to stop everything going on in your life to make sure you keep him.

“How long?” he asks.

“The standard degree path is four years over there, but it could take longer.”

He pauses, gulping. “Wow. You’ll be gone for four years?”

“Yeah.” You pick at your nails and clear your throat. “This is…This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, Jaem. I can’t miss it.”

“I know. I wouldn’t want you to. Um, I guess I’m just nervous as to what that means for us.”

“I love you.” You reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers. “I love you so much, but I can’t ask you to wait for me for four years. Or longer.”

“It’s not like we won’t talk. We have calls, FaceTime, we have everything. However long you need, we’ll work it out.” He tilts his head. At your hesitation, worry spreads across his face.

“I…I don’t know if I’ll come back at all, is what I mean.” You finally meet his gaze and watch the shock course through him.

“Okay, then I’ll move there, too,” he replies, as if it were simple. His forehead wrinkles as he frowns. “If that’s what you want, I can do that. We’ve only been together a year, (Y/N), that’s not long enough for me. I need forever. I promised you forever and I meant it.”

“I won’t ask you to do that.” You shake your head, feeling your eyes well with tears. “Your family’s here. Your friends. We both know you wouldn’t want to move away from your mom forever.”

Jaemin lets out a short breath, tugging his hand away from yours and running it through his hair. “So that’s it? There’s no way I can convince you?”

“You deserve someone who wants the same things you do. The same life. If I can’t give that to you, someone else will. I love you, but sometimes, love isn’t always enough if we’re being pulled in different directions.”

“I won’t just forget about you. You’re just going to disappear?” He wipes away a tear, rolling his eyes.

“You don’t have to forget about me. I’m not forgetting about you. I just need to do something for myself, and I can’t force you along with me.”

The barista jolts you from your trance, asking you if there’s something she can help you with. You clear your throat, hoping you’ll be able to talk past the lump in your throat. After ordering your favorite coffee, you stand off to the side to wait for it.

The door dings behind you, but you think nothing of it. You continue about your business, checking your phone for the time and waiting for your drink. A message comes through from your friend Donghyuck asking if you’d gotten everything settled already.

You and Jaemin had the same friend group. That’s how you met, actually. Donghyuck brought you over to one of their group hang outs, and you and Jaemin clung to each other like glue. It was inevitable that you two would end up dating, and when you did, literally not one of them were surprised.

You send him a quick message back saying everything’s good, and then the barista calls your name. Smiling at her, you walk up to grab the steaming hot cup. Nearly groaning to yourself about how good it smells, you turn around to walk toward the door.

That’s when you see him.

Jaemin.

You haven’t seen him in years. Sure, you still had each other on social media, but you never went out of your way to look at him. Five years has done him well and, at first, you’re unsure if you should say anything. He’s staring right at you, but it doesn’t feel like an invitation. It feels weird.

He’s clearly not the same Jaemin he was, but he’s Jaemin.

And right when you think he’s going to storm off in the other direction and want nothing to do with you, he smiles widely and approaches you. His smile is as gorgeous as it was before, maybe even more so. Normally, this would do little to bother you. You two ended on somewhat good terms, so there’s no reason for either of you to be holding a grudge all this time later.

He wears black pants with a pale pink button-down tucked into them. There isn’t another word to describe him other than divine. He looks good. 

With his hands buried in his pockets, he makes his way over. “I thought that was you.”

“Yeah, it’s me.” You laugh shortly, surprised that you don’t feel too awkward now that he’s in front of you. “Wow, how long has it been?”

As if you don’t know.

“Five years?” he says it like a question. “It hasn’t been that long since we’ve talked though. I guess things are just hard with time zones, aren’t they?”

You give an exaggerated nod. “Totally get that. Well, how have you been?”

“Busy.” He snorts, widening his eyes. “Busy like you wouldn’t believe. Did you end up getting your degree over there? Have you been to see Donghyuck yet?”

“I got the very expensive piece of paper, yes. And I haven’t seen him yet, no. I got back two days ago and have been trying to get things settled before I take a break.” You sip your coffee, almost sighing at the taste of vanilla on your tongue.

“I’m proud of you.” He purses his lips. “Not sure if that means much, but I am. I’m glad it worked out the way you wanted.”

“Thank you. It means a lot, especially from you. What did you decide to do here?” you ask him, tilting your head a bit.

“I’m surprised you didn’t hear,” Jaemin says. “Renjun, Chenle, Jeno, and I opened a business a couple years back. We’ve been doing pretty well, but it doesn’t really leave us with much time for anything else.”

“Holy shit, Jaem, that’s awesome.” You can’t help but grin at him. “I always knew you guys were destined for great things.”

You think back to when you’d hang out with all of them—Jaemin, Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Donghyuck, Chenle, and Jisung. Every Saturday night, you’d all get together for drinks at someone’s house, a constant rotation of happiness, friendship, and pure adoration. You love all of them, albeit in different ways, you feel a strong connection to them all. Being without them for so long has certainly made you nostalgic, but you’re sure you’ll at least see some of them now that you’re back.

You’re not sure if Jaemin will ever be comfortable hanging out with you. Neither of you were particularly bitter in your breakup, but it wasn’t mutual. You didn’t even want it, and he certainly didn’t either. But Jaemin has always been understanding—almost to a fault. He would never ask you to do something if it was against what you wanted to do.

“You know.” He pauses, running his tongue over his teeth. “Are you busy? I’m on my lunch, so if you want to catch up a little, I have the time.”

You hesitate, unsure if it’s a good idea. Before you and Jaemin dated, he was an excellent friend, too. Your only worry at this point is if things will be awkward between the two of you, but it doesn’t seem to be that way yet.

“Yeah, actually.” You take another sip of your coffee, cradling your jacket over your arm to your chest.

He gives you another dazzling smile and gestures over to a small table by the window. “After you.”

You sit down, shrugging your purse from your shoulder and hanging it from the back of the chair. He follows your lead, black hair falling like a curtain over his forehead as he leans forward to bring the seat closer. An odd urge to brush it away overtakes you, but you grab your coffee instead.

Your past with Jaemin is long gone. He’s definitely moved on to bigger, better things, and so have you. Your time in America wasn’t wasted, and you knew from Donghyuck the moment Jaemin moved on from you. It didn’t hurt the way you thought it would. You wanted him happy and cared for, and if you couldn’t do it, you hoped and prayed someone else would.

That was three years ago, but Donghyuck never talked about Jaemin to you again, unless it was something small that happened in a group setting. At that point, you’d also moved on, so as long as he was alive and thriving, you didn’t need to hear about it. Everything was okay.

You’ll always hold an unmatched adoration for the man sitting in front of you. He was your first real love, but everyone knows not everything in your early twenties lasts. It’s true what they say—that you never truly forget your first love. That, and how once you love someone, you’ll always hold some sort of affection for them in your heart.

You tell Jaemin of all the things you got to do in America, and he listens intently. In turn, he tells you about his business and how they grew it from the ground up. It’s one of the largest companies in South Korea, and your heart warms with pride.

Everything you did makes sense. You did it for a good reason. If he had dropped everything and come with you to America, he wouldn’t be doing what he loves. Eventually, you were sure he would’ve grown to resent you if he had gone.

Before you know it, the two of you have been talking for well over an hour. Your coffee is gone, the small bit left at the bottom chilled. On a whim, he checks his watch and recoils in shock.

“Oh shit,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize how long we’d been here.”

“It’s no big deal,” you reply, waving him off. “I’ll get going though.”

“Actually…So the guys and I still do Saturday nights. If you want to come this Saturday, it’s at my place. If you want, I can text you the address.” He taps his fingers on the table.

“Yeah, that sounds like a lot of fun. It’ll be nice to see everyone. I did get a new number though, so let me give it to you.” You reach into your purse for your phone so you can find it. Since you had to switch plans when you moved back, you don’t really know it yet either.

You read it off to him, and he purses his lips while he sends his address to you in a text message. Afterwards, he stands up and brushes off his pants.

“It’ll be just like old times. Jisung is finally old enough to drink, too.” Jaemin chuckles to himself before running his fingers through his hair to push it back. “I’ll see you Saturday? We start at six.”

“Absolutely. I’ll be there.” You watch as he retreats away from you, head held high as he walks out of the coffee shop. He was confident back when you dated, but he’s even more so, and for good reason. No matter what, it’s like he gets increasingly attractive as he ages.

As soon as he’s out of sight, you tap your cheeks to get the slight blush off of them. You didn’t expect to run into him like that, not so soon, but you’re glad you did. Everything happens for a reason, and you’re glad he’s okay with everyone hanging out. You’d hate to lose out on your friends because they have to pick sides.

The encounter stays heavy on your mind even until the next day when you’re supposed to meet Donghyuck for lunch. Your apartment is on the smaller side, since most of your savings was spent to get over here.

The living room is a little under furnished, but it’s nothing you won’t accumulate as time goes on. You have a soft loveseat, a TV mounted to the wall, and a small hallway off to the side that contains your kitchen and all the appliances. Your bedroom is on the left side, big enough only for your bed and a dresser.

You stand in front of the bathroom mirror, trying your best to look at least presentable. You’ve been exhausted lately. Moving countries, across the world, takes a toll on you. At least today is Thursday. You have a job interview tomorrow, and then you’ll get to see your friends on Saturday. Your heart aches for them. They were the best friends you ever had, a complete, close knit group of people who just function so well together. There wasn’t anything else in the world like it.

You go to the small sandwich shop, finding Donghyuck already sitting there waiting for you. His face lights up like a Christmas tree at the sight of you, and his chair scrapes across the floor as he hurries to get up and hug you. He squeezes you so tightly, you almost can’t breathe. You laugh anyway, returning the gesture the best you can.

“My God, I feel like I haven’t seen you in years!” he says, smiling widely. “Shit, you’re not allowed to move out of the country again.”

You roll your eyes, nudging him. “You came to visit six months ago.”

“Six months is still half a year, (Y/N). Never again.”

“Luckily for you, I do plan on staying.” You wait for him to release you before the two of you head over to the line to order.

“Every time I see you, it’s like you’ve grown up more.” Donghyuck fakes a pout, shaking his head. “Look at you, being an adult in the world.”

“Shut your mouth,” you say. “You’re only a year older than me.”

“A year is plenty of time for extra wisdom.” He crosses his arms over his chest, raising his eyebrows like his point is valid.

He orders for both of you, insisting on paying even though you’re about ready to wrestle his wallet out of his hands. It doesn’t matter if you had a billion dollars, he would still insist. That’s always what he’s been for you, your best friend. He takes care of you even when you don’t need it.

“So, when’s your interview?” he asks, accepting the cups from the person at the counter. Handing it to you, he leads you over to the fountain, filling his with Coke Zero.

“I’m glad to see some things never change.” You grin, picking your favorite drink as well. “It’s tomorrow. I’m hoping it works out, because job searching is so tiring.”

“Tell me about it. I’m sure it’ll go great. You’re multilingual and stuff. Employers love that shit.”

Before you respond, the order is ready. You two walk back to your table, conversing back and forth about random things. The conversation takes a turn, and you’re surprised when he actually brings it up.

“Jaemin said he invited you for Saturday.” Donghyuck sips his drink. “Are you going?”

You frown. “Well, yeah. I wouldn’t miss something like that. It’s been too long since I’ve seen everyone.”

“I know that. It’s not weird with you and him, though?”

“Not at all.” You chew the inside of your cheek as you contemplate. “I was worried it would be, but we caught up a little. He seems to be doing really well. If it’s not awkward for him, it won’t be for me. I’d love to be reinstated in the friend group.”

“Reinstated?” He scrunches his nose. “That implies that you were ever un-instated.”

“Is…is that a word?” You chuckle.

“I don’t know. Sounds right to me.” He shrugs, taking a large bite of his sandwich. “I did tell them you were coming back, but also that I didn’t know if you’d be comfortable with that. They all miss you. I swear, Jisung has been talking my ear off asking when we’ll all get together. He’ll be so happy you’re coming.”

Jisung has always been the baby of the group. Even as a full grown adult, you all treat him like a child. He doesn’t complain about it, and he feeds into it probably a bit more than he should. You learn Mark and Donghyuck live together, Jaemin, Chenle, and Jeno live in their own places, and Jisung and Renjun live together. You’re a bit shocked by the last pairing, but you don’t say anything about it.

“Just promise me that if it does get weird, you’ll tell me?”

“I’ll tell you. Promise.” You nod. “I don’t think it will. It was years ago, Hyuck. He moved on, I moved on, and we’re completely different people now. Neither of us are mad.”

“Good. It’ll be nice to have the family back together again.”

After lunch, Donghyuck drives you home. You thank him for the ride, and you head up to your apartment. Regardless of what you say out loud, your brain truly is whirling like crazy after your time with Jaemin.

You didn’t expect seeing him to send you for a loop like this, but you can’t help but think back to how happy you were with him. You two were…something. Maybe not perfect, but it was fun. Magnetic. Passionate. Everything you’ve tried to replicate, even though it’s impossible. No other man could ever be Jaemin.

Your mind drifts off, and you lose yourself in memories.

Saturday nights were a novelty. You sit on Chenle’s couch with Jaemin practically hung over you, the rest of the guys talking simultaneously and incredibly loudly. You didn’t mind it. In fact, you loved it. It reminded you how many people you had by your side, and how many of them were truly like you.

Jaemin kisses your temple, pausing there for a moment. It’s late, and you know he’s getting tired. Even though these are your best friends, you understand his need to wind down after a long night. You bring your wine glass up to your lips, finishing it off.

“Ready?” he asks softly.

You glance over at him and nod, smiling. “Yeah, let me go put this away.”

When you stand up, hardly anyone notices. Chenle and Jisung are basically yelling at each other about something you can’t discern. You laugh when Chenle argues with dramatic hand motions. That’s how you know it’s serious.

You’re pretty sure Renjun has Jeno in a headlock, but you go into the kitchen before you get a good look. It’s a bit quieter in here, and you take a deep breath. You place the glass gently into the sink, closing your eyes and craning your neck back in an attempt to relax. Saturday nights drain you in the best ways, and exhaustion is starting to creep in.

Before you know it, a pair of arms snake around your waist, tugging you back gently. You find yourself against Jaemin’s chest, and you instinctively lean your head on his shoulder.

“And I thought I was tired,” he mumbles, kissing your hairline. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Can I stay with you tonight?” You turn to face him, lost in the way the lights glitter in his deep brown eyes. He truly is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, and you don’t have to restrain yourself from reaching up to cup his cheek. His skin is so smooth beneath your touch, you want to touch it forever.

“You don’t even have to ask.” He nods. “You’re always allowed to stay with me.”

Jaemin tells the boys you’re leaving. Chenle and Jisung halt their argument to give you a hug, and even Renjun allows Jeno some breathing time so he can say goodbye, too. Jaemin’s place isn’t far from Chenle’s, so you sit in silence for the ride, sleep threatening to take over on the way.

His fingers intertwine with yours over the center console, and his thumb rubs gently on your skin. You hum in content.

“Don’t fall asleep yet,” he whispers, careful not to startle you. “We’re almost there, my love.”

You try your best to listen to him. When you finally pull into his building’s parking lot, you’re barely able to keep your eyes open.

This week had been extra long, and you weren’t sure if you’d be able to go to Chenle’s tonight in the first place. You’re glad you did, but you’d much rather be curled up with Jaemin. He unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out, striding over to your side of the car.

Opening your door, he reaches across you to take your seatbelt off. “You okay? Do you want me to carry you?”

“Carry me? Jaem, you live on the fourth floor. I’ll be fine, just help me up.” You hold your hand out to him, but he clicks his tongue and slides his hands beneath your back and knees.

“You underestimate me,” he teases you, pulling you into his chest. “I’ll get you upstairs.”

Instead of arguing, you let your head fall onto his chest and you listen to his steady heartbeat. You’ve been together for six months now, and everything has been perfect. At this point, you’re pretty sure you want to marry Jaemin. You don’t know if he feels the same way, but you know you’d be damn lucky if that’s how things go.

He’s caring. Loving. All the things you could ever ask for. Hell, he’s carrying you into his apartment building so you don’t have to walk. He’ll make breakfast in the morning like he always does when you stay the night, and he’ll brush your hair and braid it if you want.

When you finally make it up to the fourth floor (via elevator, thankfully for Jaemin), his heart is still steady in his chest, and he brings you inside his apartment easily. He immediately brings you into his bedroom, setting you on his bed.

“Want a shirt, love?” he asks, heading over to his dresser.

“Please.” Your eyes are closed as you rest on his pillow, sinking into the soft mattress as if you’re on top of a cloud.

Jaemin grabs one for you, helping you sit up so he can help you take your blouse off. He pulls it over your head, the cotton fabric settling on your skin. It smells of his laundry detergent, so you take a deep breath to appreciate it.

“Okay,” he mutters. “Lay down now.”

He guides you back down, and he finds the button on your jeans. You aide him in taking them off of you, and then he kneels on the floor next to you, eye level with you.

“I love you,” he says, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Forever. I promise.”

“Me too,” you reply, voice quiet. “Love you forever.”

With a soft smile, he leans forward to kiss your forehead. “Get some sleep, my love. I’ll be back to cuddle in a few minutes.”

You watch him walk into his bathroom, but you’re fast asleep before he comes back out.

Forever. You scoff at your ceiling. What a concept. A novelty, really. You’re not even sure if it exists at this point. If a man like Jaemin wasn’t your forever, who the hell would be? Nobody interested you enough. You don’t think you want Jaemin anymore, but you don’t want anyone else either.

A cat. That’s what you need.

You try to distract yourself with the thought of that, but it doesn’t take long for another memory to completely consume you.

“Is this okay?” he asks, chest heaving while he hovers above you as his hand rubs up and down your side. “Tell me if you’re not comfortable.”

“I love you,” you tell him easily, as if the words are second-nature when they come to him. “I’m ready. I want you.”

Seven months in, and you and Jaemin were just now preparing to have sex for the first time. You’d touched each other, explored each other, but he always insisted he wanted it to be perfect. This, you decide, is perfect. He’s perfect. Nothing about him makes you nervous, and you’re more than ready to take the next step with him.

Neither of you are virgins, but it’d obviously been a while for you both. He lines himself up with your entrance and groans.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, as if he’s mesmerized. “I love you.”

To quell his nerves, you pull him down into a soft kiss, letting your mouths work together in perfect harmony while he slowly, carefully pushes inside you. His lips part, still pressed to yours, once he’s fully in.

Your eyes desperately want to flutter shut, but you don’t dare look away from him right now. He stays there for a moment, relishing in the feeling of the two of you finally being connected like this. Jaemin is deeply sentimental, so you know how much it means for him to take this step with you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groans, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging gently. “God, you feel so good.”

A small whimper leaves you at the sensation, and you rock your hips in response. “Move,” you tell him.

He drops his head to your neck, kissing, sucking, and nipping as he sets his pace. Oh so careful not to break you, he moans into your skin, the vibrations making your whole body tremble. The slide of him against your walls is intoxicating, and all you can do is take it, legs locked firmly around him as he takes you to a new world.

“Jaem.” You sigh, running your fingers through his hair for encouragement.

He continues to thrust, his breathing starting to increase when he gets closer to the edge. Without missing a beat, he reaches between the two of you to rub circles on your clit. You moan a bit louder than you should, but you don’t care.

Suddenly, you’re floating, brain going fuzzy when you reach heights you never thought you could. Your back arches into his body, nails digging into his shoulders as the world tilts off its axis.

“Shit,” he gasps, hips bucking. “You’re squeezing me so tight.”

You let out a shuddering breath, body slumping when you land from your free fall. Weaving your fingers through his hair, you pull him up to kiss you, swallowing his breathy whine as he cums.

Both of you sit there for a few moments, the only sounds are from the panting. He rests more of his weight on top of you, enveloping you in all the heat pouring out of his body. With a sweet kiss, he hums into your mouth.

“We’re gonna have to do that again.” He chuckles, his nose nuzzling your cheek. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

“Says you,” you retort.

“I’m so serious.” Jaemin frowns at you. “I’m going to make love to you forever. We’ll get old and gray and I’ll still find you sexy.”

You laugh, smacking his chest. “You’re ridiculous. But you better mean that.”

“I’ve never meant anything more.”

When Saturday rolls around, you head into your closet to pick out an outfit. You don’t want to wear anything too fancy, but not too casual either. Settling on a flowy, pale pink top and a pair of jeans, staring at yourself in the mirror for much too long.

No part of today has to be weird. You’ll show up, have a great night, go home, and repeat it again the next week. Even knowing that, you’re more nervous for tonight than you were for your interview yesterday.

You think you got the job, but you’d hear back for sure on Monday. Logically, you have nothing to worry about on either end.

You put Jaemin’s address into the map on your phone, and you see it’s not too far from your apartment. Donghyuck offered to pick you up, but you decided it’d be best if you got there on your own. That way, you don’t have to make Hyuck leave early if things aren’t going well for you.

You slide on your boots, checking your pockets to make sure you have everything before you walk out into the street. Locking the door behind you, you make your way over. It’s a little before six, but everyone knows you’re chronically early. Even when you and Jaemin were dating, you were at least fifteen minutes early for every occasion.

You’re excited to see Jaemin again, but you know you shouldn’t be. In fact, you distract yourself with the idea of all the other boys. You saw Hyuck already, but seeing all the others for the first time in years is going to be a great experience.

When you arrive at the building, you blink in surprise. With him being a successful businessman, you knew he probably didn’t live in the same place, but this one shocked you. It’s huge. There are probably dozens of floors, and you have to look at his text message again to see which one he’s on.

Twenty-four? Holy shit.

You step into the lobby, and the man at the front desk also serves as an elevator guard. When you approach, he raises his eyebrows at you.

“Where are you needing to go, ma’am?” he asks.

“Twenty-fourth floor, it doesn’t say a number on the text, though—”

“Let me call up there to confirm. What’s your name?”

“(Y/N),” you reply, shifting on your feet.

“One moment, please.” He grabs the phone off the hook and dials quickly. “Mr. Na, I have a woman here to see you. Her name is (Y/N).”

It only takes a second for the man to nod and hang up the phone. He bows his head to you and gestures behind him. “He said he’s expecting you.”

The doors part for you and you step inside, and somehow, the button for the twenty-fourth floor is already pressed. You wait patiently inside as you ascend, the nerves beginning to sink in. Jaemin might be expecting you, sure, but you’re probably going to be the first one there. You always are.

When the elevator dings and opens, you expect a hallway. Instead, you’re walking straight into Jaemin’s living room. The wall across from you is all glass, the buzzing city view below making your heart drop. Hardwood flooring covers the expanse of the room, a faux fireplace on with a large sectional in front of it, a coffee table, and several other seating arrangements.

A few bottles of rosé are in a bin of ice on the coffee table, with ten glasses set out. You frown, letting your mind wander on who they could be for.

“Oh, you’re here!” It’s not Jaemin’s voice you hear.

When you turn toward it, you’re surprised to see a woman. She’s beautiful, with long black hair and shining brown eyes, and it takes you less than a split second to realize who she is. What did you expect? Jaemin moved on, and you shouldn’t be surprised. Your ribcage shouldn’t be constricting as hard as it is right now, but you laugh as she gives you a hug.

“Sorry, I’m a hugger.” She chuckles as she pulls away from you. “I’ve heard so much about you. The boys get so crazy when good things happen. It’ll be nice to have another girl around here, Jiyoon and I are pretty close to insane. I’m Yeeun.”

She holds her hand out to you and you take it, overwhelmed by the information she’s given you. Jaemin walks out from the kitchen, his white button-down shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows and the bottom hem tucked into a pair of blue jeans.

“Don’t scare her away.” Jaemin grins, shaking his head at her. “She’s kind of shy.”

“I’m not shy,” you retort.

“And that’s why you’re only one step inside, right?” Jaemin quirks an eyebrow, leaning his shoulder against the wall. “Make yourself at home. Lord knows everyone else does.”

“Where should I put my stuff?” I ask.

“The couch is fine. Everyone should be here soon.” Jaemin gestures over, but before you say anything else, he heads back into the kitchen.

“He’s so serious.” Yeeun cringes, walking with you to the couch. “Sometimes I think he’s got a stick in some places.”

“I can hear you,” Jaemin says.

You have to hold back another laugh.

“That’s the point,” she shouts back.

You take a seat and cross your legs, taking in the grandeur of Jaemin’s apartment. Various paintings hang on the walls and, in the midst of your concentration, something jumps in your lap. You gasp, throwing your hand over your mouth.

Thankfully, it’s just a kitten.

“Oh, that’s Luna.” Yeeun reaches over to give her a quick pet. “Jaemin’s got three cats. Luna, Lucy, and Luke. They kinda look similar, but you’ll learn them eventually.”

You stare at the animal in shock, wondering what convinced Jaemin to get three at once. Shrugging it off, you pick her up and hold her to your chest, running your hand over her soft fur.

“Chenle should be here any minute,” Yeeun says under her breath, glancing down at her phone. “Let me c—”

The elevator dings again, and Chenle walks in without a second thought. He tosses his jacket on the table and rolls his shoulders as if he’s done a bunch of work. Yeeun launches from the couch, and you can’t say you’re not relieved when you see her plant a kiss firmly on his lips. She’s not Jaemin’s girlfriend, she’s Chenle’s.

“You miss me after not seeing me for an hour?” he teases her, his arm wrapped around her waist.

“You’re so mean.” She scrunches her face, grabbing his hand and leading him over to the couch.

Chenle grins widely when he sees you and gives you a quick hug. “You finally decide to come back after five years?”

“Don’t be a brat.” You snort. “You’re elated I’ve returned.”

“We all are,” he says easily. “If I have to hear Hyuck cry one more time about you being thousands of miles away I might end him.”

“You and me both.”

“Oh, I had Yeeun come a little early. I knew you’d be atrociously early because you’re you, and I thought it might be weird with you and Jaemin alone, so…” Chenle lowers his voice.

“I appreciate you.” You smile, taking your spot back on the couch. “I’m okay, though. Really.”

Especially now that you know Jaemin’s not dating Yeeun.

“Chenle, I swear to God, if you eat all of this fucking board before everyone else gets here, I’m going to kill you.” Jaemin reenters, placing a charcuterie board down by the wine. “This took hours, dude.”

“I’ll leave it alone.” Chenle holds his hands up in mock surrender, sitting next to Yeeun and throwing his arm over her shoulders.

The next one to show up is Hyuck, who brings Mark in tow. They both hug you, and by now, conversation is flowing with everyone. Jeno is next, then Renjun and Jisung. You’re not sure what you were expecting from him, but he’s definitely turned into a grown up since the last time you’ve seen him.

“Holy shit,” you say, practically in awe. “Did you have seven growth spurts?”

“Actually, I think it was only one.” He laughs, patting your back. “I didn’t believe Hyuck when he said you were coming. Told him I’d have to see it with my own eyes first.”

When everyone is finally sitting down around the couch, you notice Chenle already eating some of the cheese. Jaemin glares at him, but he eventually gives up. You sit between Yeeun and Donghyuck, fading into the conversation in the way you used to. It warms your heart, and you have to fight the overwhelming feeling of having missed so much time.

Leaving was worth it. The experience you had was unlike any other, but you regretted not staying in contact with all of them—even Jaemin. Mark opens the wine first, pouring it into nine of the glasses.

“Where’s Jiyoon?” He frowns, directing his gaze to Jisung.

He shrugs. “She’ll be here soon. Her grandparents are in town, so she’s staying with her mom until they leave. But she shouldn’t be any later than seven-thirty.”

Your mind whirls at how they’re reacting to Jisung having a girlfriend like it’s normal. He’ll always be your baby brother in your eyes, regardless of blood relation.

“How’d your interview go?” Donghyuck asks you, roping you into the conversation.

“Oh, I think it went well. I find out for sure on Monday, so I’ll let you know.” You grin. “I’m ready to start making more money.”

“Why don’t you just come work for us?” Chenle offers. “I’m surprised Hyuck didn’t tell us you were looking for a job still.”

Donghyuck drops his head into his palm. “No shit, sherlock. Think about why I wouldn’t.”

“It doesn’t need to be like that,” Jaemin interjects, sighing. “(Y/N) and I are good. There’s no eggshells to walk on. Just let it go. Pretend it never happened.”

Pretend it never happened?

Your heart ping pongs around your chest, and you choke on your sip of wine. Everyone turns toward you and you chuckle nervously.

“Sorry. I wasn’t expecting this topic.” You set the glass down on the table, suddenly much less interested in it.

“If that’s what she wants, she can absolutely do that,” Jaemin continues. “If we’re ever going to be normal, we can’t be the only ones over it.”

You stare down at your lap, fidgeting with your hands as you try to ignore all the attention on you.

“Um.” You clear your throat. “I’m gonna go grab some water.”

You shoot up from your spot, darting into the kitchen before anyone can say anything else. Once you reach the island, you brace your palms on it to keep you afloat. You close your eyes and let out a deep breath.

“Hey,” Jaemin murmurs, stopping next to you. “Are you okay? I’m sorry if that was too much.”

“I’m fine.”

“Did I say something?” He furrows his eyebrows and shifts closer so you have to look at him.

“No, Jaemin, I promise. Everything’s good. I just need a minute.” You run your fingers through your hair and glance around the room. “Do you have water bottles?”

“In the fridge,” he replies.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he rests his back on the edge of the island, watching you as you grab one. You twist off the cap and take a sip.

“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. That was never my intention.” Jaemin sighs.

“Regardless of your intention, I’m not uncomfortable. Everyone’s just so…different. But the same. And I missed you guys, you know? I missed Saturday nights and being around my favorite people, but it’s…Forget it. Please.”

“Okay.” He nods. “Come back out whenever you’re ready, then.”

Jaemin walks away from you, looking back once over his shoulder before he disappears around the corner. You bury your head in your hands, but you refuse to let anyone think you’re upset. About anything. Jaemin especially.

You take another drink of water before you follow him out to the living room. When you make it back to your spot between Hyuck and Yeeun, he leans over to whisper, “I got up to follow you and he looked like he would rip my head off if I moved another muscle.”

You snort. “Yeah, sure.”

Shortly after that incident, Jiyoon finally shows up. She’s a bit taller than Yeeun, with dyed blonde hair and brown eyes. Jisung introduces the two of you, and she greets you kindly. Mark fills her glass and hands it to her.

 You hear funny stories from Jeno, listen to Renjun scolding Jisung about something, and rest your head on Hyuck’s shoulder. He doesn’t seem to mind, so you don’t plan on moving. He’s having a heated discussion about something to do with stocks with Jaemin and Mark. You happily tune them out, because you have no idea what they’re talking about.

You finish your glass of wine and pour yourself another one. Chenle’s taken care of most of the charcuterie board by now, and Yeeun is showing him videos on her phone. You take a moment to appreciate everyone around you, something you never did before, and realize change may not be a bad thing.

Yes, everyone is different, but so are you. It’s magical when people grow up in the same direction, even past time, distance, and space. They’re all the same at their core, but older. Wiser. Happier. More mature.

You’re on your third glass by the time the night deepens. It must be past ten o’clock at this point, but you don’t feel tired at all. You’re surprised when Chenle and Yeeun leave first. They both hug you on their way out.

Apparently, they broke the seal, because Jisung and Jiyoon are next, followed closely by Renjun. Jeno doesn’t leave until eleven, and Mark and Donghyuck are packing up to leave as well.

“Do you need a ride home?” Hyuck asks.

“I’m okay.” You shake your head. “I’ll leave in a few minutes, don’t worry.”

He hesitates, but eventually listens to you. You’re left alone with Jaemin, much to your surprise, and he’s not kicking you out at the first opportunity he gets.

“Did you want help cleaning up?” you question.

“There’s not much to clean,” Jaemin replies, standing from his seat. “I won’t say no to help though.”

“Of course.” You chuckle and get up, brushing off your jeans. 

Grabbing a few of the glasses, you carry them into the kitchen and put them by the sink. Between the two of you, you’ve got everything in the kitchen within a few minutes.

“I’m glad you came,” Jaemin says, running the water to rinse out the dishes.

“Me too.” It’s not a lie. You love being in this group, but you wonder if there was a better way to ease back in.

“I…Can I say something?” he asks. “If it’s too weird, you can tell me no.”

“By all means.”

“You know I’m not mad at you, right? I’m not bitter and I don’t hate you. I missed you a lot, actually. But I don’t want you to think you can’t come around because of me.” He pauses, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. “I’m really proud of you. Of all the things you’ve accomplished, and I know we couldn’t have done the same things if we had stayed together.”

You don’t mean to let out a relieved breath, but his words take a weight off your shoulders. “Thank you, Jaem. I’m proud of you too.”

“Have one more drink with me? For old times’ sake?” 

“I’d love that.”

So that’s how you end up next to Jaemin on his couch, his feet kicked up on his coffee table. You make jokes, talk about everyday things, but the more you drink, the more you crave to know about the past, about what happened after you left.

“Is the past off-limits?” You turn to look at him, almost blushing when you realize how close his face is to yours.

“I don’t think so.” He shakes his head. “But for every question you ask me, I get to ask you one.”

“That sounds like a good deal.” You smile. “But you go first.”

He gives you a half-smile before pursing his lips as he thinks. “Was it easy for you? Over there, I mean.”

“I wouldn’t say it was easy. It’s hard to pinpoint the exact experience because things are so different here…but I don’t think I’d go back. It was a good experience, and I loved it, but this is where I belong.” You stop, contemplating your own question. “How were you?”

“Is complete honesty okay?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“It’s preferred, actually.” You take another sip.

“It took me a long time to recover. And I don’t want to make you feel bad, because what’s done is done, and we both needed the room to grow. You know, if you never hurt, you’ll never learn. Life is full of learning experiences. But yeah, I was a mess for a while. I loved you long after you left.” He smiles, as if loving you is a fond memory. “Do you miss me?”

Present tense. Miss. Not did you miss me, but do you miss me.

You chuckle, pursing your lips. “Yeah, I do.”

When you meet his gaze again, you see the soft look he gave you whenever he saw you before. He gulps, wetting his lips. Your heart twists in your chest as you realize what this means for you. No matter how much time passes, you’ll never stop loving Jaemin. It doesn’t matter how far apart you’ve been or for how long, because all of you yearns for all of him.

Your voice shakes when you ask your next question. “Where would we be if I hadn’t left? If I changed that, would everything be different?”

“Um.” He’s only inches away from you, studying your face with fervor. “In my mind, I definitely thought we’d be married by now. In love and happy, making babies that hopefully look more like you.”

You try not to let the tears form, but they sting your eyes anyway.

“Is that what you wanted?” he whispers.

“Well, I kinda wanted them to look more like you, but yeah.” You laugh as a tear falls, and you move to wipe it away, but Jaemin beats you to it. His thumb swipes across your cheek.

You’re not sure what’s happening between the two of you, but every part of you craves this.

“We were pretty great, huh?”

“Is that your question?” He smiles. “Because yeah, we were.”

“If that was mine, that one counted as yours too.” You lean into his touch, letting the warmth seep through your skin. “God, I wish it had been you. I wish you were the one.”

His lips part, but it sounds as if his words catch in his throat. He blinks rapidly for a second, gulping. “Who said I can’t be?”

He leans closer.

“I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Your heart drops, but you give him a tiny nod, aching for him. “Jaemin.”

He stops right before your mouths connect, and he lets out a sigh.

“Jaemin,” you repeat. “I have to say something first.”

“Okay.”

“I thought I got over you, but it’s only because I didn’t see you for years. Being with you right now…I might still love you, and if you’re not kissing me for the same reasons, we should stop before we both get hurt again.” You clench your eyes shut, refusing to look at him while you make a fool of yourself.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He doesn’t give you the chance to respond, kissing you hard. You melt into him, much like the ways you used to.

He shifts to cup both of your cheeks, his mouth working against yours in that perfect harmony you’d only ever found with him. You grasp onto his sleeves. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead on yours.

“I…” he trails off, wetting his lips. “I want you.”

His voice is raspy as he says it, and it sends heat between your legs. You clench your thighs together.

“Me too,” you reply. “I want you, too.”

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Of course.” You lean forward to kiss him, and as your lips meet his, he pulls you onto his lap. Straddling him, you weave your fingers in his hair and hold him close to you.

His hands dip down to your ass, squeezing it and pushing you a bit forward. You groan when you feel his tongue slide across your bottom lip, and you give him access. Without a fight, you let him dominate your mouth. When you grind down, you gasp when you feel him hardening beneath you.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers, only breaking the kiss for a split second.

He lets out a small whine when you pull away from him, but he’s quickly silenced when you tug your blouse over your head. While he stares at your black lace bra, you work on unbuttoning his shirt.

 “Not here,” he interrupts you, grabbing your hands. “There’s only one place I want to have you right now.”

He stands, holding onto you tightly while you wrap your legs around his waist. For a brief second, you think about what Hyuck would say to you right now—if he would be okay with it or if he would call it a mistake—but you chase the thought away as fast as it comes.

Jaemin carries you to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He sets you delicately onto his bed, the familiar softness making you sigh. After he finishes taking his shirt off, he climbs on top of you, kissing your cheek, your jawline, down the pulse thundering in your neck, your collarbone, the swells of your breasts. He leaves marks on them before continuing his descent.

And then he’s at the hem of your jeans. He looks up at you, eyebrows raised. “Can I?”

“Please.”

Jaemin is a unique lover. He memorizes all the things you love, what makes you tick, and what he can do to elevate your pleasure. You’ve never had to fake it with him.

“It’s been a while for me,” he mutters. “It might not be…the best.” He clears his throat awkwardly, but pops the button and unzips the zipper.

“I’ll be happy with whatever you can give me,” you say.

His confidence returns after that, and he moves to tug your pants down your legs. You try your best to help him get them off of you, and he finally makes it back between your legs. He rubs his thumb over the obvious wet spot in your panties, humming to himself.

“Time doesn’t change how wet you get for me, huh?” He tsks, pressing a kiss to your clit through the fabric.

When he tugs them down, he admires you before leaning forward. You don’t expect the electric shock you feel when his mouth comes in contact with your core, but it has your back arching when he’s hardly done anything. Your hand immediately finds his hair, gripping it.

His tongue slides along your entrance, barely dipping inside before flicking your clit. He teases you like this a few times, but then his lips wrap around your sensitive bud and he sucks. His fingers trail up your thigh, and he extracts a moan from you when he pushes them inside you.

You inadvertently clench your thighs around his head. He moans against you, the vibrations sending pleasure shooting up your spine. You don’t mean to push him closer to you, but you can’t help it. Everything inside you feels like it’s crumbling and coming together at the same time under his ministrations.

You writhe much more than you should, and if it were anyone other than Jaemin, you’d be embarrassed.

“You taste so good,” he groans against you, thrusting his fingers faster. “So beautiful when you drip for me like this.”

He curls his fingers, and you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your pleasure. One last flick of his tongue on your clit has your back arching, the bubble bursting inside you as you grind into his face.

After he’s helped you ride through your high, you sit up, sending him back a bit. You quickly reach for his pants, squeezing the prominent bulge before undoing the button and zipper. He steps out of them , pulling you toward the edge of the bed.

“We don’t have to,” he says, breathless. “We can wait if you’re not sure.”

“Jaem,” you reply, cupping his cheeks. “I’ve never wanted you more than I do right now.” You tug him down, kissing him with all your might. You taste yourself on him, but it does little to bother you. All you want is him.

His tongue explores your mouth while he finds the clasp of your bra. He pulls it away from you, guiding you back down onto the bed. His kiss trails down once more, stopping at your breast so he can take your nipple into his mouth. He swirls it, teeth gently scraping.

Finally, he’s shoving his underwear down and grabbing a condom from his nightstand. He rolls it on before joining you on the bed once more, and you feel his tip prodding at your entrance.

“You’re absolutely sure?” He pauses, giving as serious of a look as he can muster. “If we do this, you’re mine again, you know that, right?”

“I’ve always been yours, Jaemin,” you remind him, lifting your hips. “That never changed.”

You barely have time to finish your sentence before he’s pushing inside you, face contorting with pleasure as he bottoms out. Heart pounding, you grip onto his shoulders and wrap your legs around his waist.

“You okay?” he whispers, leaning down to kiss your neck. His eyelashes flutter across your skin, your body already slightly sticky from a thin sheen of sweat from your first indescribable high.

“Please move,” you whimper.

Jaemin moves slowly at first, allowing you both to get used to the feeling of being connected again. It’d be a long while since you’d done anything, too. He pants, nipping and sucking at the sensitive part of your throat.

His hips rock steadily, making sure to press as deep as he can every time. You're already a moaning mess below him, holding onto him for dear life.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly. “I’m not gonna last long.”

In response, you tighten your legs around him and flip him over, leaving him on his back and you on top. His eyes trail all over your body. You roll your hips. He sits up, grabbing your waist and pressing your chest against his, his dark, hardened gaze meeting yours as if this is a challenge.

“Lay back,” you tell him, running your hand down the hard planes of his chest as you gently push him back down. “Just watch.”

He gulps, but does as you say. His hands relax on you and he allows you to set your own pace. You lift up, shuddering at how he feels rubbing on your walls. His fingers twitch as if he wants to pull you back down.

“Baby,” he groans.

You set a steady pace, a bit faster than what his was. He traces down your body, leaving goosebumps in his wake as he moves downward until his thumb is pressed to your clit. You bite your lip to stop your moan, leaning back and bracing yourself on his thighs. He’s a mess beneath you, pleasure written across his face. It makes you want to do more, to work harder to bring him to his edge.

You’re so wet, slick sounds of him entering you fill the silence between sounds of euphoria. His thumb glides back and forth so easily, you have to pick up the speed. Everything around you begins to go fuzzy, and you know you’re approaching your second orgasm of the night much faster than you’d like.

Mid-way through your lift-up, your high hits, forcing you back down on his cock to finish with him buried deep inside, stretching you out. He sits back up, guiding you up and down as you slump onto his chest. He meets you halfway, thrusting up as he pulls you down.

He lets out a deep groan and holds you close to him, gently rocking his hips. He gasps for breath, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder.

“I love you,” Jaemin whispers. “Don’t go again.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” You shake your head. “I love you, too.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but you both frown when you hear the elevator ding.

“Who is that?” you ask, climbing off of him on shaky legs to try and find your clothes.

“Not a clue.” Jaemin frowns, quickly disposing of the condom and putting his underwear and pants back on. He comes back to kiss your cheek. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

He walks out into his living room, but you get dressed quickly so you can follow him out. You hear him conversing with someone, but you’re not sure who it is. You’re finally back in your jeans and shirt, so you head out to check out what’s going on.

You know your hairs a mess, your makeup is definitely smeared, and your face is red, and on top of all of that, you’re coming out of Jaemin’s room. Anyone with a brain would see what’s going on.

Chenle moves over to the couch and grabs a purse, which is presumably Yeeun’s, and claps Jaemin on the shoulder before he notices you.

“(Y/N)?” He blinks in surprise, glancing between you and Jaemin. “This is a new development.”

“It’s not really that new,” Jaemin says. “Um, we were kind of…busy, though. If you could…”

“Right.” Chenle shakes his head. “Right. You two have fun. Not too much fun, and make sure no one gets hurt this time, please?”

“Are you going to tell Donghyuck?” You scrunch up your nose.

“I’ll give you a twenty-four hour head start.” He grins, saluting you both. “Take care of each other, dipshits.”

You massage your forehead with a sigh, and Jaemin approaches you.

“You got dressed.” He pouts.

“Well, yeah. Somebody was here.” You chuckle.

“Were you wanting to leave?” he asks, eyebrows furrowing. “It’s okay if you do, I just…thought we’d spend the night together.”

“I don’t want to leave,” you tell him. “I told you I’m not leaving you again, Jaem. I meant it.”

“Then let’s get back to bed.” Jaemin massages your shoulders gently as he guides you back to his room.

He gets you a T-shirt to wear to bed, and once you’ve changed into it, you crawl onto his mattress and wait for him to join you. Instead, he stares at you, a smile on his face.

“I never thought I’d get you like this again.”

“You were always the one for me, Jaemin. It just wasn’t the right time.” You rest your head on one of his pillows, patting the spot next to you. “Now come over here.”

He finally listens, climbing under the comforter and pulling you to him until you’re pressed into his chest.

Kissing the top of your head, he hums. “We’ll have everything we ever wanted.”

ㅤ   🫀🪡🦋 ࿙͝࿚ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀

stay at home with the dreamies - jaemin

find more content here: nct masterlist ↬ summary: movies with jaemin! ↬ tags: you can either read as either non-idol! or idol! jaemin, gn! reader, mentions of yuta, watching “weathering with you” ↬ word count: 348 words

“Let’s watch a movie since the rest aren’t awake.” Jaemin nudged you and his smile widened when you grinned. Middle-of-the-night movies were best spent with you and he couldn’t wait to watch the animation he had picked out. “Yuta hyung said Weathering With You is highly recommended.” Jaemin looked at you for affirmation. Quietly closing the doors of the bedroom, the two of you tip-toed to the living room clad in jammies.

Jaemin comfortably settled himself on the couch and he patted the empty space beside him. You immediately snuggled right next to him and he swifty set-up the television and the movie started playing. “I feel like I’m going to cry already.” You softly whispered when the soundtrack started playing and Jaemin chuckled, “You won’t.”

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The first thing Jaemin registered three quarters through the movie was the fact that you went really silent. Your head was resting on his shoulders, so he couldn’t turn his head without effectively disturbing you. You interlocked your arm with his, your fingers clutching onto his grey hoodie. No way…

“Boo, are you crying?” He adjusted himself. His heart swelled at how you were so emotionally sensitized, “Awh, boo. Don’t cry...it’s just a movie.” He wiped the tears rolling down your face with the pad of his thumb. “The animations hit me hard.” You hiccupped and he cupped the back of your head and he pulled you into his lap, “Do you want to finish it then?” You nodded his head and just like that the two of you sat there, with him occasionally rubbing comforting circles on the back of your palm.

The rest of the movie went smoothly and before Jaemin knew it, the credits were scrolling. “Let me pull out the sofa bed.” You got off and waited patiently as he got out the pillows and blankets stored in a compartment. “C’mere boo.” Jaemin’s larger form embraces yours and he holds you, “Why did you cry?”

“I just thought if you left me like Hina did with Hodaka, I would be upset.”

“I would never leave you boo.”

nonononono jisungie shhhhhh jaemin is babygirl girlypop pretty pink princess leave him alone 😔

7llin' With Dream | ep. 4 — the Jaemin is not a princess debacle

Renjun and Haechan:

240410 HAECHAN with JAEMIN

˜”*°• ˜”*°• ! nct dream masterlist ! •°*”˜ •°*”˜

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| Headcanons |

NCT DREAM As Boyfriends (solo headcanons)

Mark | Renjun | Jeno | Haechan | Jaemin | Chenle | Jisung

Nothing Yet!

| Reactions |

NCT DREAM reaction to their S/O tics

NCT DREAM reaction to their gamer S/O

| Fake Texts |

sending nudes to NCT DREAM!

texting NCT DREAM that you feel unappreciated!

| Drabbles |

Nothing Yet!

| Series |

My NCT OT23 Halloween Collaboration (unfinished collab!)

| Timestamps |

Nothing Yet!

sending nudes to NCT DREAM!

requested: no

there’s a few spelling errors lol cause i’m a fast typer so please ignore those ahaha this has been chilling in my drafts for a while! just felt like making this treat hehe hope you guys enjoy!

— sunnie

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Mark

Renjun

Jeno

Haechan

Jaemin

Chenle

Jisung

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taglist; @bigkpopstan, @baka-writings, @haechansfbuddy, @jeonronwoo, @jiminslostjam, @bluejaem, @jisungismymom, @hyuckography, @i-luvsang, @neocrush, @moonshineboyz, @chewryy, @sugarcherriess, @jinkoh, @hazyhae, @angelbabyyy99

texting NCT DREAM that you feel unappreciated!

requested: yes

i hope you enjoy, it’s kinda hard for me to be angst but i tried my best so hope you enjoy!

— sunnie

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Mark

Renjun

Jeno

Haechan

Jaemin

Chenle

Jisung

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taglist; @bigkpopstan, @baka-writings, @haechansfbuddy, @jeonronwoo, @jiminslostjam, @bluejaem, @jisungismymom, @hyuckography, @i-luvsang, @neocrush, @moonshineboyz, @chewryy, @sugarcherriess, @jinkoh, @hazyhae, @angelbabyyy99

. * . * .🌙 * . * ☄️. * * . 🌍* . . * 💫 N C T * . * . . *. ✨ * . * 🌑 . * ☄️ * . * 🌕 . *

— [♡]; NCT 127

Taeyong, Jaehyun, DoYoung, Taeil, Yuta, Mark, Haechan, Jungwoo e Johnny (Winwin)

— [♡]; Nct Dream

Mark, Renjun, Jaemin, Jeno, Haechan, Chenle, Jisung +Shotaro + Sungchan

— [♡]; NCT U

*Todo e qualquer membro do NCT / Every and Each NCT member*

— [♡]; WAYV

Kun, Ten, WinWin, Lucas, Xiao Jun, Hendery e YangYang

[Masterlist]

. * . * .🌙 * . * ☄️. * * . 🌍* . . * 💫 N C T DREAM * . * . . *. ✨ * . * 🌑 . * ☄️ * . * 🌕

Nct Dream - Puzzle Piece

0:24 ━━●──────────── 1:36

⇆ㅤㅤㅤ◁ㅤㅤ❚❚ㅤㅤ▷ㅤㅤ↻

| TAG LIST |

« Reactions. ↬ Smut {🌹}

« Drabbles. ↬ Suggestive {🍓}

« Timestamps. ↬ Fluff {🌤ི}

« Headcanons. ↬ Angst { 🌧️۫˖}

« Fanfics

« Fake texts

₊ ༝ ･ ˖ Masterlist ₊ ༝ ･ ˖

•─🌜 . . .   ❝ Mark Lee ❞ . . . 🌛─•

» "Lento..."

¡Mark Lee! (NonIᴅᴏʟ!Mark x ɪᴅᴏʟ!NonIdolꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ). ᴘᴀʟᴀᴠʀᴀꜱ: 994 palavras ᴀᴠɪꜱᴏꜱ: menção de comida. 

🖇..⃗. Resumo: Quando seu melhor amigo - e crush - começa a passar mais tempo com sua colega de quarto, seu senso de percepção da realidade começa a falhar.

» "So was I"

¡Mark Lee! (NonIᴅᴏʟ!Mark x !NonIdol!ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ). Words: 994 words Warning: mention of food. 

🖇..⃗. Summary: when your best friend - and crush - starts spending more time with your roommate, your sense of reality begins to fail.

•─🌜 . . .   ❝ Lee Donghyuk ❞ . . . 🌛─•

•─🌜 . . .   ❝ Huang Renjun ❞ . . . 🌛─•

•─🌜 . . .   ❝ Lee Jeno ❞ . . . 🌛─•

•─🌜 . . .   ❝ Na Jaemin ❞ . . . 🌛─•

•─🌜 . . .   ❝ Park Jisung ❞ . . . 🌛─•

•─🌜 . . .   ❝ Osaki Shotaro ❞ . . . 🌛─•

•─🌜 . . .   ❝ Jung Sungchan ❞ . . . 🌛─•

[Masterlist] • [NCT 127 Masterlist] • [WayV Masterlist]

༻ Timestamps NCT DREAM ༺

✎ [16:38 p.m] — Z.Chl

Encontrar seu ex, e amor da sua vida, Zhong Chenle em um mercado não foi planejado e definitivamente não saiu como queria ...

✎ [16:38 p.m] — Z.Chl

Meeting your ex, and the love of your life, Zhong Chenle in a market was not planned and it didn't turn out as she wanted...

[Masterlist] • [NCT DREAM Masterlist]

🍵🌿🖇..⃗. buy me a coffee?

NCT Dream + U take you to prom

CLICK HERE to see NCT 127, which includes Mark and Haechan

- Wins award for hottest couple

- Never stop dancing

- Complete gentlemen the entire time

- Keeps commenting on how beautiful you look

- Kissing while slow dancing

- Asks in a simple but cute way

- Lots of back hugs

- Kisses you while slow dancing

- Orders the vegetarian meal because to piss off the chefs

- Sticks to the outer edges to avoid being bumped into

- Tells jokes while dancing

- Wins award for quirkyest couple

- Can’t stop smiling at you

- Is always asking if your ok because he knows that your shy

- Hires a vintage car to pick you up in

- Doesn’t want to go but in the end you convince him

- Wins award for cutest couple

- Brags to his friends about his date

- Hugs you from behind and kisses your neck

- Looks adoringly at you

- Shows you off by dipping you

- Pulls you as close as possible

- Only eats dessert

- Takes a million photos

- Best dancers on the floor

- Thourerly enjoys the food

- Never stop dancing (unless eating or peeing)

- Calls you his princess

- Finds the kissing couple while peeing and is a narc

- Kinda shy so you have to assure him that everything is ok

- Pretends to dance the whole night but in reality take 100 breaks

- Smiles everytime he twirls you around

- Holds your the hand the whole night

- Orders the vegetarian meal because your actually a vegetarian

- That one couple you find making out in the bathroom

. * . * .🌙 * . * ☄️. * * . 🌍* . . * 💫 N C T DREAM * . * . . *. ✨ * . * 🌑 . * ☄️ * . * 🌕

Nct Dream - Puzzle Piece

0:24 ━━●──────────── 1:36

⇆ㅤㅤㅤ◁ㅤㅤ❚❚ㅤㅤ▷ㅤㅤ↻

| TAG LIST |

« Reactions. ↬ Smut {🌹}

« Drabbles. ↬ Suggestive {🍓}

« Timestamps. ↬ Fluff {🌤ི}

« Headcanons. ↬ Angst { 🌧️۫˖}

« Fanfics

« Fake texts

₊ ༝ ･ ˖ Masterlist ₊ ༝ ･ ˖

🍵🌿🖇..⃗. buy me a coffee?

•─🌜 . . .   ❝ Mark Lee ❞ . . . 🌛─•

» "Lento..."

¡Mark Lee! (NonIᴅᴏʟ!Mark x ɪᴅᴏʟ!NonIdolꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ). ᴘᴀʟᴀᴠʀᴀꜱ: 994 palavras ᴀᴠɪꜱᴏꜱ: menção de comida. 

🖇..⃗. Resumo: Quando seu melhor amigo - e crush - começa a passar mais tempo com sua colega de quarto, seu senso de percepção da realidade começa a falhar.

» "The Chosen one"

¡Mark Lee! (NonIᴅᴏʟ!Mark x !NonIdol!ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ). Words: 994 words Warning: mention of food. 

🖇..⃗. Summary: when your best friend - and crush - starts spending more time with your roommate, your sense of reality begins to fail.

•─🌜 . . .   ❝ Lee Donghyuk ❞ . . . 🌛─•

•─🌜 . . .   ❝ Huang Renjun ❞ . . . 🌛─•

•─🌜 . . .   ❝ Lee Jeno ❞ . . . 🌛─•

•─🌜 . . .   ❝ Na Jaemin ❞ . . . 🌛─•

•─🌜 . . .   ❝ Park Jisung ❞ . . . 🌛─•

•─🌜 . . .   ❝ Osaki Shotaro ❞ . . . 🌛─•

•─🌜 . . .   ❝ Jung Sungchan ❞ . . . 🌛─•

[Masterlist] • [NCT 127 Masterlist] • [WayV Masterlist]

. * . * .🌙 * . * ☄️. * * . 🌍* . . * 💫 N C T * . * . . *. ✨ * . * 🌑 . * ☄️ * . * 🌕 . *

— [♡]; NCT 127

Taeyong, Jaehyun, DoYoung, Taeil, Yuta, Mark, Haechan, Jungwoo e Johnny (Winwin)

— [♡]; Nct Dream

Mark, Renjun, Jaemin, Jeno, Haechan, Chenle, Jisung +Shotaro + Sungchan

— [♡]; NCT U

*Todo e qualquer membro do NCT / Every and Each NCT member*

— [♡]; WAYV

Kun, Ten, WinWin, Lucas, Xiao Jun, Hendery e YangYang

[Masterlist]

— [♡]; Drabbles

» "Love of my life"

» "Amor da minha vida"

The difference between Mark and Chenle 😂

hii can I request an Nct Dream text where you fall down the stairs and end up in the hospital and they don’t know, but when they find out they get super worried and start panicking

! dreamies find out your in the hospital after falling down the stairs !

thank you for requesting !! i hope u enjoy it😋

mark, renjun and jeno :

haechan and jaemin :

chenle and jisung :

{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.

___________ ⋆˚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.