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Righting a wrong | Na Jaemin | 0.4k | Suggestive | Kissing

You take a bitter swallow of the drink in front of you.

From across the bar, you see your bestfriend lightly graze the skin of Jenos arm. They share a laugh, and seconds later lock lips. You watch his hand settle on her cheek, drawing her closer to his body.

How could she do this to me, you think.

You feel someone slide into the seat next to you, and from a quick glance out of the corner of your eye, you make out dark curls falling onto his forehead, a prominent nose, strong jaw. He was dressed in a white button up shirt and black pants. Simple. Classy. Sexy.

He shoots you a look, catching you staring. A smirk forms itself on his lips, but you turn away without giving him one in return.

“Why so glum chum?” he says jokingly, nudging your arm with his own.

“My bestfriend is kissing the guy I like over there.” You gesture to the sitting area across from the bar.

He looks over to where they’re still kissing, hands skimming over each other’s bodies, “You could kiss me.”

You laugh, taking a sip of your drink. Turning your chair to fully face him, you see the seriousness in his eyes, one eyebrow cocked, lips still set in a playful smirk.

“I wasn’t joking” he says, taking your drink from in front of you and taking a sip himself.

You're taken aback by this complete stranger extending an invite for distraction, and then stealing away your drink.

You have no reason to say no.

He’s kissing you before you can form a coherent thought. Soft, plush lips moving against your own. He tasted like sweat, and ash but he smelled clean, like Irish spring soap.

Who was he?

His hands encircle your waist, tugging at your dress. You were slightly confused at first, thinking he was asking you to strip in the middle of the club, but then you realize he’s telling you to sit on his lap.

The thumping bass fades into nothing as you settle yourself. You didn’t care if the people in the club were staring, all you could think of, breathe, taste was this gentleman.

You disconnect your lips and whisper into his ear, “What’s your name?”

As soon as you had stopped kissing him, he moved his lips to the skin of your throat, “Jaemin,” he whispers

“Nice to meet you Jaemin” you giggle.

Little did you know, you were kissing none other than the worlds most dangerous serial killer.

The Moon Makes no Mistakes

Summary: It had to be some type of sick joke. There was no way Jeno had imprinted on his best friend's mate.

Pairing: Werewolf! Jeno x Female reader x Werewolf! Jaemin

Warnings: smut, A LOT OF angst, Jaemin has baby fever but what's new, this fic is VERY LONG SORRY. Also, there is some JenoxJaemin action so if that makes you uncomfortable, do not read this! OKAY LET'S GO

“So…,” Renjun spoke casually from he kitchen, without looking away from the sandwich he was making. “Do you wanna talk about it or…?”

“Huh?” Jeno asked absentmindedly, too occupied munching on his own sandwich and finishing the movie he and Jaemin had started earlier, before the later had gone out. “About what?”

Renjun hesitated, wondering if it was the right time or if it was even worth mentioning. Right now most of the pack was out working, in class or hanging out with friends. Only Jeno, Chenle (who was wearing earbuds and laughing at videos on his phone) and Renjun were in the living room, and he knew they wouldn’t get more privacy than this. It was now or never.

“Well,” Renjun sighed, making his way to the sofa and sitting down next to Jeno. “You were smelling Jaemin’s hair… again.”

Jeno choked on his food and coughed loudly. Renjun quickly gave him a glass of water and slapped his back until Jeno pushed his hand away and cleared his throat. With wide eyes, Jeno turned to look at Chenle, and sighed in relief when he saw that he was still laughing at whatever dumb tiktok he had found, meaning he hadn’t heard Renjun’s ridiculous accusations.

“What are you talking about?” He hissed in panic.

“Okay, we don’t have to talk about it yet-“ Renjun tried to calm him down.

“Talk about what? I never did that?!”

“You so did,” Chenle’s voice said from the  corner of the room, his eyes were now on Jeno and he had put his phone down on his lap. “You’ve done it a lot in the last couple of months. You keep scenting him too.”

“You-,” Jeno wanted to accuse Chenle of eavesdropping, but in the end he decided denying the allegation was more urgent. “I didn’t smell his fucking hair!”

Renjun and Chenle looked at each other. 

“Fine,” Renjun said. “But I just want you to remember that we’re a family. No one’s going to judge you for who you like-”

“But it’s our duty to tell you that it’s stupid to have a crush on a mated wolf,” Chenle said.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Jeno groaned. “I don’t have a crush on Jaemin!”

“Who has a crush on Jaemin?” Yuta asked, entering the room. He had just woken up from a nap. 

“No one,” Renjun said.

“Jeno,” Chenle said at the same time.

“Oh,” Yuta simply said and made a dismissive gesture with his hand, like it was old news.

Jeno was almost offended by it. “What do you mean ‘oh’?!”

“Weren’t you two a thing some years ago?” Yuta asked, making his way to the kitchen.

“No?” Jeno replied, very confused at this new accusation to add to the list.

“Mark accidentally walked into you,”  Chenle said as Yuta came back to the living room with an apple.  “You two were watching porn and jerking each other off-“

Jeno gasped. “We were not jerking each other off. We were jerking off next to each other!”

“Shame,” Yuta shrugged and took a big bite off the apple. “Somebody else’s hand always feels better than your own.”

“We didn’t touch each other,” Jeno insisted. “We just watched porn together. Friends do that!”

“I don’t do that,” Renjun disagreed.

“Jisung and Chenle have done it!” Jeno insisted, pointing at Chenle.

“I ended up watching alone,” Chenle said. “As soon as Jisung got hard, he stood up and ran away.”

“What if he had stayed?”Yuta asked. “Would that have stopped you from getting off?”

“…No,” Chenle admitted.

“There you go!” Yuta said. “Nothing wrong with two best friends touching themselves in the same room. Case dismissed!” He declares, walking towards his room.

“But I don’t smell my best friend’s hair,” Chenle muttered.

Yuta stopped on his track and turned around. “That’s different,” he said, now giving Jeno a worried look. Jeno hated it.

“Okay, enough! I admit it, I really like the way he smells lately,” he confessed. “I don’t know if it’s a new shampoo or perfume or… I don’t know but his scent changed…”

“Really?” Chenle paused to think. “I haven’t noticed anything different.”

“Maybe it’s his mate’s scent mixed with his,” Renjun said.

“That makes sense!” Yuta agreed, nodding. “And I guess Jeno perceives it because he’s always been the closest to Jaemin.”

“It’s just the scent,” Jeno insisted. “I don’t like Jaemin like that. I don’t even like men.”

“…Jaemin is a pretty man, though,” Yuta gave the apple another bite. Everyone laughed and Jeno silently agreed. He had seen girls and boys alike fall head over heels for Jaemin since… forever. If he were into men, then Jaemin would have been his first love. Instead, his first love was his highschool homeroom teacher; a woman with an  hourglass figure, long eyelashes and a sweet voice, who didn’t even look in Jeno’s direction no matter how hard he tried. When she got married to her fiancé, Jeno cried for hours, with Jaemin next to him trying to comfort him but also telling him that he was an idiot for thinking he stood a chance. Jaemin had always been there for him, and he for Jaemin. They were best friends and pack brothers. Nothing else. He just happened to smell really fucking good lately.

It was a couple of days later that he confirmed the source of this new scent. Jaemin, who had finally decided to go back to med school to become a healer, called Jeno and begged him to go to the apothecary where he and his mate worked.

“I’ve been so busy studying that I completely forgot the products we ordered would arrive today,” Jaemin whined on the other side of the line. Lack of sleep and excess of caffeine were evident in his voice. “I don’t want Y/N to carry those boxes by herself! She pretends to be tough but she’s my baby,” she rambled on and Jeno cringed at the pet name. “Please, Jeno! I have an exam in 7 minutes and 38 seconds, I really can’t-“

“I know, I know,” Jeno interrupted him, speaking in a calming manner. “I’m already putting my shoes on. I’m on my way.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Jaemin breathed. “I owe you.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s really nothing. Now go ace that test!” Jeno hung up and put his phone in his pocket, walking faster towards the bus stop. He started thinking about how no one in the pack knew Jaemin’s mate yet. They had met Jisung’s mate years ago, before they even got together , Doyoung took his time but ended up briefly introducing his mate to the pack, Haechan dragged his mate to a family dinner and Mark’s mate ended up being introduced to them against Mark’s will because everyone kept visiting her store out of curiosity. But Jaemin’s mate was a complicated case; she had had a bad experience with a werewolf in the past, which made her reject Jaemin at first. It took him months to get together with his mate and he was very protective of her, so Jeno felt honored Jaemin trusted him enough to let him be with his mate alone.

When he entered the apothecary he was immediately surrounded by the scent that had been haunting him for the last couple of months. It was floral and calming, like having a cup of tea by the window on a Sunday morning, and it came from a woman carrying a huge box. ‘Shit,’ Jeno thought. Jaemin would kill him if he found out his mate had to lift a finger.

“Hi, I’m Jeno, Jaemin’s pack brother,” he quickly introduced himself and easily took the box away from you, putting it on his shoulder and  holding it with one arm. “And he says you can’t be carrying these.”

“Oh, hi! I’m Y/N,” You said, offering your hand to shake his but taking it back awkwardly when you saw that he was now holding another box, having both hands occupied. “Jaemin told me you would come, but I can do this myself, really!” You smiled at Jeno and he almost tripped. You had the prettiest smile he had ever seen and he had to physically shake his head to wake himself up.

“Nope, sorry, you know how he is,” Jeno said, leaving the boxes next to the shelves and walking back to get more, a bit surprised by how natural it felt to talk to you. “And this really is nothing for me- Hey! What did I say? Put that down!” He groaned when he saw you struggling to pick up a box.

“I won’t let you do everything by yourself!” You argued, walking slowly not to drop the box. “This is my job, anyways. There was no need to call anyone…”

Jeno snatched the box from your hands and gave you a pointed look. “I’m already here, so sit down and  let me take care of this.”

You huffed and went to grab another box, making Jeno lose his patience. He grabbed your shoulders firmly and guided you towards a chair, making you sit down. 

“Please, stay still,” Jeno pleaded. Your scent was starting to feel suffocating and he just wanted to finish the job and go get some fresh air. “For Jaemin?”

 You sighed. “Then at least let me make you some coffee,” you bargained, standing up anyways and making your way to the little room at the back of the store where you and Jaemin often took breaks and ate. 

 Jeno nodded reluctantly. He was fine with it as long as it kept you occupied for long enough for him to carry the remaining  boxes inside. He took his hoodie off because it was ridiculously hot in there and got the job done as quickly as he could with the way his body was acting up. He felt weak and  warm like he was about to catch the flu, and the strong floral scent, which he now recognised as yours and Jaemin’s signature essence, was making him short circuit. He was this close to sprinting out of the apothecary and escaping when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Without unlocking it he read the messages that kept popping up.

Jaemin: is y/n ok??

Jaemin: sheisn ot replyi

Jaemin: ng

Jaemin: not replying***

Jaemin: did she get hurt??

Jeno unlocked the phone to type that you were just fine when another message came in.

Jaemin: can u send me a pic 

Jaemin: of her?

Jaemin: can’t call bc I’m in class but

Jaemin: I need to see her

Jeno groaned. If there was one word to describe pre-rut Jaemin it was clingy. He typed a short ‘ok’ and followed you into the small resting area where you had just finished preparing two cups of coffee. 

“Hey, Y/N, Jaemin wants me to send him a picture of you to prove you’re safe,” Jeno said, right as you turned around to offer him his coffee.

“Of course he does,” you rolled your eyes playfully. “Go ahead!”

Jeno pointed his phone at you and stared in awe; you looked gorgeous standing in front of him and holding a cup of coffee you had made especially for him, smiling at him, smelling so good for him-

Huh? 

Jeno shook his head for the second time that day. What are you thinking? She’s Jaemin’s. She’s smiling for a picture for Jaemin, not at you!

He snapped a picture of you and quickly sent it to his best friend without even looking at it, and ignoring Jaemin’s complaint about it being too blurry.

“Your coffee-,” you offered but then you paid attention to how much Jeno was sweating. “Oh… hold on, I’ll make it iced!” You said, walking back towards the fridge to get some ice and fixing his drink. “You should have let me help you if they were that heavy!”

“They were not heavy,” Jeno huffed. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t want you to think he was weak. “It’s just hot in here.”

“Hot?!” You repeated incredulously, handing him the cold drink and studying him. The AC was on so there was no reason for his shirt to stick to his body like that. And what a body he had; as good as Jaemin. His face was also pretty; but unlike Jaemin’s soft and beautiful features, Jeno’s strong jawline made him look almost hypermasculine. Not that one was more good looking than the other. Both were just different. And it didn’t matter anyways, because you only had eyes for your mate-

 The sound of Jeno’s teeth pulverizing the ice after he gulped down the drink interrupted your train of thought. You looked Jeno in the eyes and noticed a familiar reddish tone on them.

“Jeno! That’s why you’re feeling so hot!” You exclaimed, placing a hand on his forehead. “Your rut is soon, right?”

“What?” No, it isn’t-“ Jeno started saying, but then his eyes widened in realization and his face became very pale. All the symptoms of pre-rut were there but the idea didn’t even cross his mind because 1. He had had a rut no more than a month ago and 2. There was no stimulus that could have triggered his rut except…

…You. 

You and that damn scent.

“I… I think it’s my rut,yeah,” Jeno said awkwardly. “I should go. I can still make it home before it hits…”

“Wait!” You called after him, going through the shelves until you found a little jar with a sparkling blue potion and offered it to him. “This will calm your pain.”

 Jeno grabbed the jar hesitantly and turned it around to see the price.

“Don’t worry about it,” you hurried to say and started pushing him towards the door. “It’s the least I can do after what you did for me today!”

“Y/n,” Jeno sighed and silently reprimanded himself because of how much he was starting to like the way your name sounded when it came from his lips. “This shit’s expensive.”

“I told you not to worry about it,” You giggled. “Just don’t tell Jaemin,” you added playfully.

 Jeno let out a shaky breath, his eyes were shining bright red and he was fighting his brain from coming up with different scenarios of things he shouldn’t tell Jaemin. 

Before he could stop himself his arms surrounded you and he lifted your body, rubbing his cheek and nose against your collarbone and murmuring weak ‘thank you’s.

 It took you by surprise at first, but you knew wolves were not particularly rational during their cycle and this was probably just him being grateful for the potion. Ignoring the shiver that ran up your spine, you laughed and patted his back in a friendly manner before replying. “No problem! Now go before your actual rut hits.”

Jeno slowly let go of you and gave you a small smile and a polite nod, before rushing out of the apothecary. He was lucky to catch the bus right in time to get home in less than twenty minutes, and even luckier to find the house almost empty, saving him from the awkward questions about his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and his obvious boner.  As soon as he swallowed some suppressants, he quickly locked himself in his room, and desperately fought the button and zipper of his jeans with his sweaty hands. He sighed in relief once he freed himself from his jeans and boxers and was met with his reddened cock begging for attention. 

‘It’s okay. It’s fine. It must be a mock rut. I’ll just rub one off real quick and it’ll be over,’ he thought, quickly laying in bed and unlocking his phone to find some short porn video on twitter. Instead, the first thing he saw was the picture he took of you, making his cock twitch with interest. 

“No, no, no, fuck-” Jeno quickly circled the base of his cock and squeezed it hard as punishment for the precum that was already leaking. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he warned himself. What was even turning him on about that picture? It was blurry and not aesthetic at all, but it was clear enough to distinguish your features. Your smile was as bright as he remembered it and even though he hadn’t taken a full body picture, he could see you from head to your breasts…and you were wearing a v-neck shirt. Not low enough to be scandalous but if you had bent forward just a little, and considering that Jeno’s height gave  him an even better perspective, he would have been able to see…

 “No-Stop!” he hissed, squeezing harder, genuinely feeling betrayed by his own body. Jaemin was his best friend, and you were Jaemin’s mate. Period. He was not getting off to your picture. He quickly opened twitter and went to his favorite nsfw account, mindlessly scrolling down to find something, anything, that would make him cum fast. He clicked on a video he had seen before; it was a blowjob pov in which a woman would suck on the viewer while he was gaming. One of his to go videos, honestly. So he let go of the death grip he had on his base and started stroking himself slowly, letting out a shaky breath. But the relief didn’t last long; he soon noticed that the woman’s hair was similar to yours in length and color, her eyes looking up to the viewer innocently reminding him of the look you had given him when he had sat you down and asked you to stop moving the boxes yourself. Not that you and the actress had the same face, but for some reason she was reminding him of you…in the worst possible moment.

 “Fuuck!”He pressed his thumb on the tip, trying to stop more precum from coming out, disgusted at himself and deciding to try a different video. 

This time, he tried watching a video of straight up raw fucking on a sofa, the guy on the video going so fast and hard the woman could only scream and beg. That was hot. Jeno could definitely work with this. So he jerked off fast, grunting at the orgasm that was already so close. He imagined he was the dude in the video fucking her so good she was losing her mind.

“O-oh…,” he tilted his head back and the veins on his neck became visible as he sped up the movements of his hand. “Shit, you like that, Y/N?”

 As soon as your name left his mouth he almost came. ‘Jeno, you disgusting piece of shit. Stop it! There are thousands of hot women in the world, pick another one. Literally anyone but her,’ he told himself, focusing back on the video and hyper fixating on the details that made the actress different from you as he once again tried to get off as fast as possible before he even had the chance to think of you. Everything from her hair, to her skin and her voice faking the moans were not like yours at all, but he still found himself imagining you under him on the sofa at the little room in the back of the apothecary, letting him fill you to the brim. 

“No, p-please-” he begged himself at this point. He really didn’t want to do this. He felt sick just thinking about his best friend’s mate in such a way but he just couldn’t stop. “Please, please, I c-can’t-,” he mumbled incoherently but his dick paid him no mind, leaking more at the thought of being inside of you as Jeno fell deeper into temptation. One thing was for sure: this wasn’t a mock rut, but a real one. A disastrous very real rut.

 Without a clue of what you had just triggered, you walked home and took a warm shower after a long day of work. You knew Jaemin would arrive soon, like he often did after class, and maybe stay the night, so you ordered his favorite food (no way you would cook after working all day) and patiently waited for him. 

 The moment he walked through the door, you knew his rut was going to consume him anytime soon. His red eyes were glossy, he was breathing heavily and his warm hands were almost burning your skin as he pulled your body close to his and kissed you fervently.

“Safe,” he mumbled between kisses. “You’re safe.”

 You knew how protective Jaemin was, but during his rut it was a whole new level.

“Of course I’m safe,” you giggled, pressing your forehead against his. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Boxes are too heavy for a pregnant woman,” he replied as if it was obvious.

“I’m not pregnant, Jaemin,” you deadpanned.

“Shh… I’m manifesting,” he whined, his eyes closed as if he was praying to the Moon.

“Jaemin,” you sighed. You had had the baby talk before and you had finally convinced him you both didn’t have the means to provide for another human being.

“I know,” he said, opening his eyes to look at you pleadingly. “But I start my internship next week and with my curriculum I’ll get a good job in no time after graduating. I’m just saying that if we made a baby right about now,” he trailed off and his eyes landed on your stomach, biting his lip. “I would be able to provide for both of you by the time they are born.”

“What about healthcare while I’m pregnant?” You questioned. “Honestly, Jaemin, let’s just wait until you graduate and then we can have this conversation again.”

 Jaemin didn’t reply, he gently caressed your stomach and let out a soft moan instead.

“Jaemin!”

“Sorry,” he said, slightly dragging his words like he was drunk. “Logically speaking I know you’re right, but…”

 You knew. Jaemin’s baby fever was ridiculous whenever he was in rut. Denying him right now was pointless and straight up painful for him, so you could just let him live his little fantasy since you had started taking birth control once you both got together anyways.

“You should eat something before you can’t think straight anymore,” you suggested, trying to guide him to the kitchen.

“Too late,” he said, pulling you in the opposite direction, towards your bedroom. He pushed you on the bed and climbed on top of you. “Need you,” he whispered before he connected your lips again, this time more desperately than before.

 You kissed him back and let him rut his hips against yours, his half hard cock already twitching in his pants. Tentatively, you lifted your pelvis and pressed it against his, eliciting a groan out of him.

“Y/N,” he moaned against your lips, then kissed your jaw. “Y/N, my baby, my-,” when his lips reached your chest his body suddenly tensed. He then pulled away and stared at you intently. “…Jeno?” He whispered to no one in particular, sounding confused.

“What?” You asked back, noticing the way the mood changed. “What’s wrong?”

Thankfully, Jaemin had some self control left and managed to pull a diplomatic smile. “You met Jeno today. How was it?”

 His tone was calm enough, but you could tell something was bothering him.

“It was fine!” You quickly assured him, remembering how hesitant he was about you meeting his pack, wanting you to feel comfortable and safe. “He helped me a lot. He’s very nice.”

“He’s very nice,” Jaemin repeated automatically, nodding slowly. “Did he…” he gulped, not quite sure of how to ask and maybe not wanting to ask at all. “Did he t-touch you?”

 You frowned and tilted your head. That was an odd question. But then it clicked that you probably smelled like Jeno, and Jaemin’s nose was very sensitive during his rut.

“Well, he took the boxes from me so yeah, a little,” you replied honestly. “And then he gave me a goodbye hug before he left. That 's all.”

“A goodbye hug?” Jaemin asked skeptically. “He’s not a hugger…”

“It’s probably just his cycle,” you assured him, trying to ease whatever worry he had. “You also get more clingy when it happens.”

“His cycle?”

You nodded. “His rut also started today. You told me you two were close, but I didn’t know even your cycles were synced!”

Jaemin remained silent for a few seconds. His cycle and Jeno’s  were synced in the past. Then Jaemin met you, which triggered an unscheduled rut and they were not in sync anymore. Jeno’s rut was not due today, he was sure of that. But then, like you said, maybe they just synced again because of how close they were. Maybe hugging you was just a friendly gesture. Maybe scenting you was accidental. He had always trusted Jeno and he wanted to continue trusting him.

 However, he couldn’t stop his possessive side from diving back into your neck and scenting you, trying to cover up Jeno’s scent. 

“Jae- Jaemin,” you breathed out while he bit and sucked on your neck. “Is everything-…Are-ah!… are you o-kay?”

“Mmhm,” he simply replied, too focused on his task of getting you both undressed as quickly as possible.

“You sure?” You asked, shivering at the contrast of  the cold air caressing your naked body and his hot skin against yours. “Y-you don’t wanna talk about it…?”

“Not right now,” he said shortly, pressing his member against your pussy lips and moving back and forward to create pleasurable friction for both of you. “Mmh… Oh!”

 “Fuck, Jaemin,” you breathed out when the head of his cock rubbed your clit. “More, baby- ah!”

“Mmyeah?” He panted, rutting against you hard and making you sink deeper into the mattress. “My baby loves it right here?” 

“Fucking love it- Aaah! Jaem- oh!” you moaned when he rotated his hips, and one of his hands pinched your nipple playfully. “Fucking love you.”

 Jaemin hissed and decided he couldn’t wait any longer. Lining up against your entrance and sliding in as slowly as he could in his frenzied state of mind (which was not slow at all). After months of being mates to Jaemin, you had learned to take his size, but the stretch was always a bit uncomfortable if he didn’t open you up first. Thankfully you thought ahead, and knowing his rut was coming, you had prepared yourself in the shower before he got home.

“Y/N,” Jaemin called for you when his cock was completely engulfed by you. “Say it again , baby.”

“I love you,” you said firmly although you could barely think with the way the head of his cock was kissing the right spot before he even started moving.

“How much do you love me?” He asked darkly, staring into your eyes and sliding in and out of you slowly.

“S-so much,” you babbled , somehow not breaking eye contact. “I love y-you so much…Ngh!”

“Enough to let me give you a baby?” He asked, thrusting into you hard and pulling your hips against his. “Mmh?”

 You knew the rut was feeding Jaemin’s baby fantasy and that he would actually wait until you were ready. But right now? You felt like you would give him anything.

“F-uh… fuck yeah, give it to m-me,” you hissed, still maintaining eye contact with your mate, whose jaw went slack and let out the loudest moan yet.

 He started fucking you faster fighting his eyes from rolling back in favor of the intimacy of looking into your eyes as you fell apart for him. “Gonna make you the p-prettiest mommy,” he promised and his hands looked for yours to intertwine your fingers and pin you against the mattress. “Fuck! Knock you up for g-good n’ take care of you f-ooh… forever.”

Leave it to Jaemin to be romantic and domestic while dirty talking.

“Oh my g-god,” you whined, feeling your eyes roll back. “Jaem—Aah… Hah, oh!”

“Look at me,” Jaemin demanded, but made it very hard on you by snapping his hips harder and faster than before. “Don’t you d-dare look away from me,” he warned, resting his forehead against yours.

 Somehow you forced yourself to look back into his eyes, although yours were full of tears of pleasure now. 

“Love it when y-you … Hah ah, mmm- love it when my cock m-akes you cry, baby,” he admitted, panting against your open mouth. “Fucking love it w-when you feel s- suh… so good all you c-an do is cry and cum over, and over,” he groaned, stressing his words with sharp thrusts. “I fucking love you, Y/N.”

“J-jaemin,” you moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist. “L-love you s-so muh uh! Oooh, fuck! Fuck, Jaemin, baby-,” your eyes finally rolled back and you came with a silent scream. Jaemin didn’t seem to mind that you broke eye contact. He still got to relish on the way your face twisted in pleasure and your walls contracted around him.

“That’s it, baby,” he licked his lips and continued to look at your post orgasmic face. Nothing could get him off faster. “Gonna cum, fuck, gonn-aaah! Fuck, Y/N!” He panted like a dog in heat while his knot expanded enough to confine his cock inside of you, the bulbous head kissing your cervix and prolonging your pleasure. Jaemin had lost all capacity to think. “Baby, gonna cum, I’m g-…aaah shit, Y/N I’m gonna- ooh, baby, fuck yeah! Make me a daddy, baby, c’mon, be a g-good girl and- Ah! Ooh, hah… ah, fuuuuck t-take it baby, take it all- Oooohhh…” 

Jaemin’s body trembled on top of yours, and his brows furrowed in pleasure as he emptied himself inside of you, his red eyes eating up the way your eyes unfocused as more tears fell down your cheeks.

Once you both came down from your highs, Jaemin kissed you sweetly and caressed your face as you enjoyed the warmth of your bodies against each other.

“…That’s the fastest you’ve popped a knot,” you commented, making Jaemin laugh breathlessly. “Was it because I told you to give me a baby?” 

 Jaemin’s dick jerked excitedly inside of you and he let out a pleased hum, letting one of his hands travel down to your belly with gentle touches. He seemed very pleased with the idea.

“What is it about pregnancy that gets you like this?” You genuinely asked. Not that you were complaining. It was hot, but you had never been with a guy who was so excited about it before.

“Mmh… many things,” Jaemin shrugged,kissing your cheek as his fingers drew patterns on your stomach. “I want to be a dad, and I think you would be the most beautiful mom. I also like the idea of others knowing I did that to you?I know this is very primal, but I want people to know I fucked you so full you are carrying my baby. Other guys would know you’re taken and wouldn’t dare make a move.”

 You snorted. Normally Jaemin wouldn’t say things like that, because he wanted to respect your autonomy. Boyfriend Jaemin knew he didn’t own you, but wolf Jaemin hadn’t yet agreed to that.

“Don’t worry, Jaemin. No one even looks at me,” you assured him and yawned, ready to sleep for a bit before the next round.

“No other guy should hug you either,” he said under his breath, barely perceptible.

“That was just Jeno,” you mumbled, slowly losing consciousness. 

“Yeah,” Jaemin said, tightening his arms around you. “Just Jeno…”

 Somewhere else, at the very same time, Jeno had come all over his phone, white drops of cum tainting your picture zoomed in on the screen. Jeno  was panting heavily, with his hand still holding his hard cock and his eyes were full of tears of guilt and regret. He looked out the window to see a full moon shining brightly, like it was mocking him. Because this had to be a sick joke. There was no way he had imprinted on his best friend’s mate.

The words you had casually said to him when giving him a painkiller potion echoed in his head with a totally different meaning now.

‘Don’t tell Jaemin.’

 He wouldn’t. He could never tell him.

 Once his rut was over he deleted your picture and swore he wouldn’t see you ever again, because Jeno was no homewrecker and he was a loyal friend. He couldn’t help thinking about you, but he would be damned if he did something about it. One of the biggest obstacles was the guilt he felt whenever Jaemin was around, but he tried his best to act normal. 

 Jeno was sure if he just ignored his feelings for you, the problem would go away.Plus, he had heard of wolves surviving without mating the person they had imprinted on. Sure, they lived a miserable life, incapable of loving and slowly isolating from everybody else, but they didn’t die.

 Jeno’s plan went great for a couple of weeks. All he had to do was take a cold shower whenever he thought of you, not go anywhere near the apothecary and not reply to the message Jaemin had just sent- oh god…

Jaemin: Jeno

Jaemin: I need a flavor

Jaemin: favor**

Jaemin: Can you please drop by the apothecary?

Nope. No way. If he just pretended he didn’t see the message then maybe Jaemin would ask somebody else.

Jaemin: Someone broke into the store 

What?!

Jeno: wtf? 

Jaemin: it happened during the night 

Jaemin: when she got there everything was a mess and there was a dude sleeping on the floor

Jeno: fuck is she alone?

Jaemin:  yeah I can’t leave until my shift is over

Jaemin: if I go I’ll fail this stupid interview

Jaemin: internship*

Classic Jaemin. He tended to make typos when he was nervous. But now Jeno was nervous too. Someone broke in? And you had to face it alone? No, it didn’t matter, it wasn’t Jeno’s problem because he had nothing to do with you.

…But it was Jaemin’s problem. And Jaemin’s problems were Jeno’s too. He was going but only as a favor for Jaemin, and not because he was dying to see you.

Jeno: Omw

Jaemin: Thanksgiving 

Jaemin: Thanks** stupid autocorrect

Jeno didn’t see the last message because he was sprinting to the bus stop. He got on the bus and sat down, his leg bouncing anxiously all the way until the closest stop to the apothecary, where Jeno got off and ran for a couple of blocks until he reached his destination and pushed the door open.  There you were, casually cleaning the store like nothing had happened.

“Oh, Jeno! Hi!” you smiled at him. “Jaemin called you, didn’t he? I’m sorry he made you come all the way here.”

“He didn’t make me do anything,” Jeno assured you, walking in and inspecting the place. Besides being a little messy, there wasn’t much damage. You also seemed to be fine. Almost too calm to be normal. “...Are you okay?”

You nodded and laughed. “I’m good. It was just surprising.”

“What happened exactly?”

“A guy broke in last night and thought this would be a good place to sleep. He didn’t even steal anything? I mean, he did open a couple of potions and drank a bit of each, but that’s about it. I think he was high on mushrooms or something,” you laughed but your laugh grew quiet when you saw Jeno scowling at you. “Anyways, he woke up when I arrived and he looked like he had no idea where he was. He just stood up and left.”

“Did you call the police?”

“Yeah, they left a while ago. I’m sure it wasn’t half as bad as whatever Jaemin told you.”

“It’s not— Ugh, Y/N, what if that man had done something to you?”

You stopped to think about it for a second and then went back to organizing the shelves. “But he didn’t.”

“But what if?” Jeno insisted. “You know this isn’t the safest neighborhood, right?”

“Well, what was I supposed to do then? Not coming to work? How was I gonna know there was a dude spending the night here?”

Jeno bit his lip. You had a point. It wasn’t your fault, and you hadn’t done anything unreasonable. You came to work, saw a stranger inside and called the police. But he was so angry at the possibility of you being in danger, even if it was no one's fault, that he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” he finally asked.

“...Mmh, not really,” you again gave him that killer smile. The smile he hadn’t stopped thinking about for a second in the last few weeks. The smile he had popped a knot to. “I’m sure you have stuff to do, so you can go. Thanks for checking on the store!”

Jeno grimaced. He wasn’t checking on the store. He didn’t give a fuck about the store. He was checking on you. “I don’t have anything else to do. I’ll stay until Jaemin finishes his shift.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Did you eat anything?” Jeno asked abruptly. 

“Uh…,” you trailed off when your stomach growled. “I was about to make coffee.”

Jeno scoffed. “No, not that. I mean actually eating. I saw a bakery down the street. I’ll be right back!” and Jeno was gone before you could complain, coming back a few minutes later with a paper bag.

“I don’t know what you like, so I bought…everything,” he said, walking towards the kitchenette and placing the bag on the table. You quickly hung a sign to indicate that the store was closed and followed him. You were planning on closing the store early today after what happened, and Jaemin was about to pick you up after his shift anyways. You could use a little break and eat something before heading home.

“Thank you! Anything would have been fine, honestly,” you giggled, looking at the wide variety of bread and pastries Jeno had bought. “I’ll make some coffee then, okay?”

“You know,” Jeno said as he looked for some plates to put the food on. “Too much coffee is not good for you. Jaemin’s a bad influence for you,” he half-joked. 

“You’d be surprised. Actually, Jaemin doesn’t want me drinking much coffee,” you hummed, boiling the water. “I used to drink way more, but he’s made me cut it down to one cup a day.”

Jeno was indeed surprised. That didn’t sound like Jaemin at all. “Why?”

You shrug as you finish preparing the coffee and pour it in the mugs. “Something about too much caffeine being bad for pregnancy.”

Jeno choked on his saliva, staring at your tummy with wide eyes. “Preg–...a-re, are you…?”

“No!” you replied and you couldn’t help but laugh at his comical reaction, taking the mugs and walking towards the table where the food was waiting.  “He just thinks it’s better to cut caffeine down in advance, just in case.”

“O-oh,” Jeno replied dumbly, following you and sitting down in front of you to eat together. “Are you two t-trying to…?” he asked awkwardly. He didn’t mean to intrude, but he was dying to know.

“Mmh…Jaem really wants to, but we’re not ready,” you said, using your fork to stab a piece of strawberry cake. “He needs to graduate first and then we can plan it properly.”

Jeno nodded absentmindedly. He knew Jaemin wanted to be a dad, and now that he was mated it was only natural for his wolf to want to start a family as soon as possible. After all, a wolf’s animal side was driven by their purest desires. “Jaemin will be a great dad. And an even better mate. He’ll take care of you.”

“What if he falls out of love when he sees me gaining weight during pregnancy?” you joked. “I’ll probably look like a mess.”

“You’ll look good,” Jeno whispered, his eyes glued to your body like he was in a haze. “Very good,” he added.

You blushed. The room suddenly was feeling very hot. If you didn’t know better, you would think Jeno was checking you, his best friend’s mate, out. You let out a  nervous chuckle. “I don’t know about that, but we’ll see when the time comes.”

 The awkward conversation was interrupted by the door bursting open and showing a panting, sweaty Jaemin, still wearing the hospital lab coat. His terrified eyes landed on you and he ran towards you, lifting you from the chair and hugging you tight.

“J-jaemin! Calm down, I’m fine, I promise! I’m okay!” you stuttered, as he inhaled your scent and pulled you impossibly closer. 

“I can’t do this Y/N,” Jaemin’s voice cracked as he tried not to cry. “I can’t do the internship when you’re in danger.”

“I am not in danger!” you argued, putting some distance between you.

“I’m not too sure about that. I know you hide stuff from me because you don’t want me to worry. You told me about today’s incident hours after you called the police, and only because I called you.”

Jeno, who had been trying to make himself small on his chair, feeling like an intruder in this conversation, gasped and glared at you. Now he too was annoyed at you, because if you had told Jaemin sooner, then Jaemin would have contacted Jeno sooner, and he would have come to make sure you were safe sooner. “Hours?! You should have told him immediately!”

Jaemin, who had completely forgotten about Jeno, turned around in surprise but quickly recovered to team up with him. “Right?! How can I do the internship if I know she won't tell me immediately when something bad happens?”

“I would be freaking out if my mate did that, the fuck?!” Jeno agreed.

“I just can’t trust her to be alone at night when closing the store.”

“Absolutely not.”

You looked at the two men incredulously. “I’m not a child. I can take care of myself.”

“I’m not calling you a child, Y/N. I just want you to stop trying to solve everything by yourself. This is not the first time. Why won’t you just…ask me for help?” Jaemin’s broken voice asked, holding one of your hands between his.

“You’re busy,Jaem. And you’re already stressed.”

“I can handle it,” he quickly assured you.

“But I don’t want you to. I don’t want you to deal with stuff that I can fix myself. I don’t want anyone to have to deal with my problems. Everyone is already busy enough.”

“I’m not,” Jeno suddenly said, catching everyone’s attention. You tilted your head in confusion, but Jaemin’s eyes bore into Jeno’s as if he was reading his mind, with a glint of hope in them. “I graduated last semester and I’m taking a break before applying for a job. I’m not busy at all,” Jeno repeated, his voice getting quieter as if he regretted what he was saying half way through the sentence. He knew he was definitely crossing the line with what he was offering, but the indirect suggestion escaped his mouth before he could stop himself. 

“Jeno…,” Jaemin called his name softly and raised his eyebrows in a silent question. 

Jeno sighed and nodded before looking away. Jaemin nodded too, as you gave them both a confused look.

 “What’s going on?” you finally asked.

 Jaemin slowly teared his eyes away from Jeno and gave you a gentle smile. He seemed incredibly relieved compared to when he entered the room. “I’ll tell you after Jeno and I talk for a bit. But first let’s get you home; you had a long day,” he said, kissing your forehead and looking for your coat.

 You let Jaemin help you put your coat on, as Jeno packed the remaining pieces of cake for you to take home. After closing the store, both walked you home. Jaemin held your hand as he told you all about his internship and how he was surrounded by idiots, but at least he had good chances of getting a good job later on. Jeno walked a few steps behind you, in complete silence.

“You’re not staying the night?” you asked when you reached your apartment and Jaemin kissed you goodbye.

Jaemin shook his head. “Not tonight, baby. I’m going home with Jeno.”

“Okay,” you said, giving him another kiss and then looking at Jeno, who was staring at his own feet awkwardly. “Bye, Jeno!”

 Jeno gave you a smile and waved his hand and you walked into your place, leaving the two men outside. They started walking by the seaside,  towards their house in silence until Jaemin spoke up.

“Jeno,” he said and stopped walking.

Jeno stopped walking too and looked at Jaemin. Jaemin’s voice was stern, and for a moment he feared he knew something. “Yeah?”

“What you said earlier… Does it mean what I think it means?”

Jeno’s attention was on a little pebble on the floor, which he kicked weakly just to keep himself occupied. He nodded.

“So you are offering to take care of my mate when I can’t be around,” Jaemin stated. It wasn’t a question. 

 Again, Jeno nodded.

Jaemin didn’t say anything for a few seconds. They could only hear the sound of the ocean waves, the street empty of cars and people due to the late hour. And then Jeno heard Jaemin sob. 

 Jeno quickly looked up and saw his best friend desperately wiping away his tears with the lab coat sleeves. 

“Why– what’s wrong?!” Jeno asked, alarmed.

“I’m not a good mate,” Jaemin sobbed louder.

“W-what?! What are you talking about?!”

“I can’t take c-care of her and I ended up dragging you into this and I–...” Jaemin cried and it broke Jeno’s heart. “I need to g-graduate so I can offer her a b-better future but I worry something will happen t-to her while I’m away and–”

Jeno pulled Jaemin into a firm hug and patted his back in a comforting manner. “You’re a good mate, Jaemin,” he said.

Jaemin scoffed and cried on Jeno’s shoulder.

“I mean it. You’re good to Y/N. You’ll take good care of her and your family,” Jeno said, trying not to show the sadness in his voice. He always knew one day he and Jaemin would imprint on someone and go separate ways. What he was not expecting was that both would imprint on the same woman and that Jaemin would be the one to have her. The reality was that his best friend was going to start a family with the woman of Jeno’s dreams. And Jeno was not in the picture.

“...Really?” Jaemin asked in a tiny voice, sniffling. 

“Really,” Jeno assured him. “You’re just stressed. But I’ll help you, okay? I’ll keep an eye on her until your internship is over if that makes you feel more at ease.”

Jaemin nodded, still hiding his face on Jeno’s shoulder and they both stayed in silence once again. 

“Jeno…,” Jaemin whispered when he calmed down. “You’re scenting me again.”

Jeno tensed, but didn’t move. He knew if Jaemin was uncomfortable he would have pushed him away already.

“You’ve been doing it a lot whenever I’m stressed or tired,” Jaemin continued. His tone wasn’t accusatory. “Thank you, it does help. You’re a good friend.”

Jeno gulped. He certainly didn’t feel like a good friend with the thoughts he had of you. “It’s nothing,” he said softly. “Now let’s go home.”

 You woke up to a call from Jaemin reminding you of how much he loved you, thanking you for supporting him in his career and letting you know that Jeno would be working at the apothecary with you for a few months. You tried to argue that he didn’t need to bother Jeno, but he had to hang up because his shift was starting, so you had no choice but to accept that you had a new coworker.

 Or maybe you could reason with Jeno.

“Nope,” he would simply reply whenever you tried to convince him to go home. “I’m staying right here. I’ll be around whenever Jaemin can’t.”

You groaned when he snatched yet another box from your hands and carried it inside himself. “I don’t remember mating both of you,” you mumbled, and then bumped into his back when he abruptly stopped walking. “What?”

Jeno sighed and pushed the thought away. “Don’t say stuff like that,” he said, putting the box down and opening it to take the products out. “It’s…weird.”

“And you being my babysitter isn’t?” you argued.

“That’s not what this is.”

“You’re right. Your best friend simply asked you to hang out with his girlfriend when he’s busy. Not weird at all.”

“Listen,” Jeno groaned, finally turning around to look at you. “When a wolf has mated, they need to spend more time with their partner to feel at ease. Jaemin can’t do that now because he’s trying to graduate to take better care of you in the future. The stress of studying and knowing his mate is on her own and possibly in danger is killing him. I’ve never seen him this distressed before,” he confessed, his tone going soft. “He will feel better if he knows someone he trusts is with you. Can you just do this for him?”

You bit your lip. It was a bit suffocating to have someone watching over you all the time. But if it was just for a few months, you could compromise. For Jaemin. 

“Fine, but you let me carry boxes too.”

“No.”

So Jeno and you spend most days together at the apothecary, working, eating and talking. At first he tried to keep the conversation minimum, wanting to control his growing feelings for you, but the way you talked and smiled to him had him falling harder than he would ever want to admit, and he naturally started speaking more, laughing at your jokes and listening to you go on and on about some cringe show you were obsessed with. Sometimes his eyes would linger on your body for a bit too long, and sometimes you would catch him staring. And he knew you knew he was staring, but both of you would pretend it never happened. It was like a silent agreement between you. 

Jeno was crazy about you, as any imprinted wolf would be, but he already considered himself lucky enough by spending this much time with you so he would never act on his feelings. 

You, on the other hand, thought staring was just a thing that men did, and that it didn’t mean that he was attracted to you, but simply that he was a man. You felt safe with him, not only because Jaemin trusted him, but also because there was something about him. You couldn’t quite tell if it was a wolf thing (although you never felt that way with your ex), but whenever Jeno was around, you would feel at ease, just like when Jaemin first hugged you months ago.

 In Jeno’s opinion, you felt too comfortable around him;  and that’s how one afternoon he found you napping on the sofa, unguarded, in such a position that your skirt had rolled up and was barely covering your ass. Part of Jeno was glad you felt safe with him, but the other part kind of wished you were more aware of the fact that he was still a man. A man who was very attracted to you and could now see your panties as you stirred in your sleep. A man with needs, who quickly locked himself in the restroom and tried to solve his problem before you woke up.

 When you opened your eyes, you noticed that it was getting dark already. It was probably time to close the store and you felt bad that Jeno had done most of the work and let you sleep. You went towards the front desk and saw that he indeed had finished everything and closed, but his coat and backpack were still there, so he hadn’t left. You walked through the shelves, looking for him to thank him when you heard a muffled sound coming from the restroom. 

The sounds grew louder as you got closer and you could distinguish what sounded like Jeno’s voice groaning. But before you could call his name you heard him speak.

“Oh god, o-oh fuck,” he cried, sounding pained like he was trying his best to be quiet and failing miresably. “J-just like that, yeeess.”

Oh

Oh, he was doing that…

Feeling your face get really hot, you decided to leave and give him some privacy, but then he called your name.

“Y/N,” he whispered and you took a deep breath in, ready to tell him you didn't mean to listen. “Ah…Mmh, Y/N… such pretty legs…”

You opened your mouth in shock. What?

“Y-yeah…pretty legs, pretty smile uuh- fuuuck,” he hissed, panting faster and mumbling nonsense. “Bet you have a p-pretty pussy too, yeah?”

‘Oh, my god,’ you thought, getting a little wet at such dirty words coming from him. 

“Oooh wanna– oh, fuck wanna taste you,” he whimpered, sounding desperate and close to his climax. “S-shit Y/N...should’ve… should’ve buried my face between y-your legs right there, fuck– Aah! Y/N,Y/N!”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You walked away quickly and grabbed your stuff, almost running to your apartment and taking a cold shower as soon as you got in because you would not allow yourself to get horny because of Jeno, even if he had shamelessly touched himself thinking of you (unless he knew another Y/N). You tried to find a logical explanation to what had just happened, but there was none. 

 Your boyfriend’s best friend moaned your name while touching his cock. He said you were pretty. He said he wanted to taste you.

You weren’t blind, you had seen the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention, but you didn’t think much of it because you knew how loyal he was to Jaemin. 

 You were loyal to Jaemin too. You were madly in love with him. No matter how hot (again, you weren’t blind) Jeno was, or how warm your chest felt with each of his sweet gestures, Jaemin was the only one for you. 

So when Jeno texted you asking you where you had gone, you tried to keep your cool. You told him you thought he had already gone home so you left too.

Jeno: Why would I go home??

Jeno: You know I always walk you to yours first if Jaemin isn’t done with his stuff

There he went again, reminding you of how both he and Jaemin basically took turns to be with you. No wonder Jeno had mixed things up if he had to spend so much time with you. He was just confused. Yeah, that must be it.

Y/N: Sorry, I didn’t think of that

Jeno: Just don’t do it again

Y/N: Ok

And with that, you went to bed, deciding to pretend today never happened. 

“You’re acting a bit…weird lately,” Jeno said one day.

“Weird how?” you asked monotonously, pretending to be too busy checking the tags on a random product. 

 Instead of answering, Jeno stood right behind you and reached for a product on the top shelf, making you jump and move away faster than he could blink. “This. This is literally what I’m talking about. Why are you so nervous?”

“I’m not!” you defended yourself and walked towards another shelf, standing on your toes to reach for a specific jar with dried herbs.

“Let me help you,” Jeno offered, trying to do it for you, but once again you scurried away, this time so fast and clumsy that you lost your balance, accidentally pulling Jeno to the floor with you. You landed on your back, and Jeno on top of you, caging you with his arms on each side of your head to avoid crushing you with his body. “See? You’re being jumpy and weird! Why?!” Jeno scolded you.

You let out a shaky breath. Jeno looked so big and intimidating and the position you were in was dangerous. “I…I’m not–”

“You are!” He groaned. “There’s no need to be so tense. It’s just me!”

“Exactly,” you mumbled to yourself, trying to move from the awkward position you both were in.

“What was that?” Jeno asked.

“Nothing.”

“No, Y/N. You said ‘exactly’. What does that mean?” he insisted, not letting you go.

You sighed. “Jeno, let’s just forget about it, okay?”

“About what? Seriously, what even is your problem? You’ve been distant ever since…,” Jeno trailed off, suddenly remembering the last time you had been your normal self around him had been right before he got a boner because of you flashing him in your sleep. “Y/N, when you went home without me on Tuesday,” he gulped and spoke nervously. “Why did you really leave?”

“I told you. I thought you had left already,” you lied.

“Lies. You saw, didn’t you?”

You tried to avoid making eye contact. “I didn’t see a-anything.”

“Did you hear, then?”

When you took a little too long to reply, he knew he was screwed. You knew his secret. ”You did. Fuck. Listen,” he sighed, pushing himself a bit further away from you. “You were not supposed to hear that. I thought you were sleeping.”

“Yeah, obviously,” you spit. “Look, I know it was just a moment of weakness. Boys will be boys, right?”

Jeno glared at you. He wished it had been a moment of weakness instead of the months of unreciprocated devotion. “Right,” he grumbled.

That’s where the conversation should have ended. You didn’t need to dig deeper. But you did. “I get it. It’s just because you see me often. Otherwise any other woman would do.”

Jeno’s jaw tensed and he clenched his fist next to your head. He knew the best option was to agree with you and let you believe whatever you wanted. But it made his blood boil that you thought you were just like any woman for him. Hold it, Jeno. Don’t say it-

“That’s not true,” he said through gritted teeth, ignoring the voice of reason yelling at him to stop speaking. “I couldn’t control myself because it was you.”

You forced yourself to laugh. “What, you got a crush on me or something?”

“I imprinted on you,” Jeno growled. 

You weren’t laughing anymore. Your boyfriend’s best friend was hovering over you, while you were still lying down on the floor, and he had just confessed to the worst possible crime.

“That’s not funny,” you hissed.

“Damn right it isn’t. It sucks,” he said seriously. “I imprinted on my best friend’s girlfriend. I think about you day and night, and I can’t do shit about it, even when we spend almost everyday together. So yeah, it isn’t funny. It fucking hurts.”

You breathed shakily and squirmed under Jeno’s intense gaze, which was turning red. “J-jeno, you’re just confused-”

“I wish I was,” Jeno scoffed. “I’ve been sensitive to Jaemin’s scent ever since he mated you, you triggered my rut when we met, I can only cum when I think of you and it kills me to know I’m not the one mated to you, but what’s even worse is that by feeling like this I’m betraying my pack brother.”

“Jeno I…,” you gulped. “I don’t know what to say…”

“Don’t you feel anything for me at all?”

“I’m in love with Jaemin.”

“That’s not what I asked,” he said, looking at your eyes pleadingly. “Do you not feel the pull?”

 You’d be lying if you said you didn’t. There had always been a weird feeling of comfort whenever Jeno was with you. You found yourself missing him when you didn’t see him and you couldn’t deny a small part of you was attracted to him. But all those sensations were often overpowered by your love for Jaemin. 

“It doesn’t compare to what I feel with Jaemin,” you said honestly.

“Ah, but there is something then,” Jeno confirmed his suspicions, licking his lips. He knew if a wolf had really imprinted on someone, that person would feel desire for them too. It was never completely one sided. Of course what you felt for Jaemin was stronger because you were mated to him, but it didn’t mean that you were indifferent to Jeno.

“Nothing worth thinking about,” you said proudly. “Now get off, and let’s never talk about this again,” you said, trying to push him away but he didn’t budge. 

How Jeno had managed to control himself around you all this time was a mystery. But he was reaching his limit, and having you in such a compromising position was making him lose his mind.

“Since the cat’s out of the bag anyways,” Jeno murmured, leaning closer to your face. “I want to test something.”

 Afraid of how close he was to your lips, you turned your head to the side, but Jeno aimed for your neck instead, gently rubbing his lips against it until you got goosebumps. 

“J-jeno what are y-you…”

“You really don’t feel anything?” he asked hopefully, placing a single chaste kiss where Jaemin’s mark was.

“N-nothing.”

“Then why are you shaking?” Jeno asked innocently, tracing your neck with his tongue, now too lost in his fantasy to control his instinct. “Why can I smell your arousal?”

Embarrassed, you tried to close your thighs but one of Jeno’s knees was between them, so you ended up accidentally brushing against it and gasping. “Jeno...”

Yes, Jeno wanted you to say his name just like that. But louder.

“You’re so pretty, Y/N,” Jeno said, pressing his knee harder against your center. “I could bite you right now and overwrite this mark,” he panted against your neck, bearing his teeth and growling. “You’d be mine–”

“No!” you yelled, pulling at his hair. “JAEMIN!”

Like you had said the magic words to break a spell, Jeno pulled away from you abruptly, his eyes shining a golden hue now and his face pale. Now he had done it, he had been this close to claiming somebody else’s mate and losing his best friend forever. Fuck what the fuck is wrong with you.

You crawled away from him and both of you stared at each other. 

“Fuck… I’m sorry,” Jeno said, visibly shaking. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”

“...When’s your rut?” you asked nervously.

Jeno swallowed, trying to do the math in his head. “ Uh, by the end of next week…probably…” he whispered.

You nodded. Just in time for the end of Jaemin’s internship AND his own rut too. “That must be why you’re behaving like this,” you tried to reason, still in denial. “I think you’ve helped me enough. I’ll work on my own next week, okay?” you said standing up.

Jeno knew you weren’t telling him that for him to rest. You were trying to push him away. “No,” he said quickly. “Jaemin said to take care of you,” he reasoned.

“It’s just one more week. I will be fine.”

“Exactly, just one more week!” Jeno tried to bargain, quite desperately if he was being honest. He hadn’t noticed how fast time had gone by and he wasn’t ready to stop seeing you just yet. “One week and I’ll be out of your life. But just for one more week, let me–...”

You didn’t answer. One more week with him, would mean you would be together right before his rut started. Judging by what had just happened, he probably wouldn’t be able to control himself. You were not too sure if you would stop him a second time either. “I wanna go home,” you simply said.

“I’ll walk with you,” Jeno said.

“No,” you quickly replied. “I want to be alone.”

Jeno let out a small whimper, but he nodded, knowing he had fucked up badly and you needed space. “I’ll close the store.”

“Thanks,” you said, grabbing your bag and walking through the door, sparing Jeno one last glance. “Goodbye,Jeno.”

The way you said it made Jeno anxious. He knew it meant he wouldn’t see you again and he felt a sharp pain in his chest that had him bending over as he saw you leave. All those testimonies from wolves who survived without mating their real love must have been lying. He felt like he could die right now. He needed you.

You also felt heartbroken when you left teary-eyed Jeno in the apothecary alone, but you wouldn’t risk your relationship with Jaemin. You walked home fast, wiping your tears away. 

Why were you even crying? 

When you opened your apartment’s door you were greeted with a smiling Jaemin, wearing an apron.

“Surprise!” he exclaimed. “I finished a little earlier today and I thought I should make dinner for my beautiful, hard-working… were you crying?”

You shook your head quickly. “Well, a little,” you admitted when he furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief. “I missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” Jaemin cooed, kissing your forehead. “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy. But after next week I’m all yours, baby.”

You nodded and let him guide you to the table, where he had prepared a warm meal for the both of you, with a bottle of wine and some candles. Since tomorrow was Sunday, none of you had to worry about work or studying, so you had plenty of time to catch up. You talked about silly little things, and he smiled brightly when you complimented his cooking skills. Then he asked you how you felt about meeting the rest of the pack after he graduated, to which you gladly agreed, and it led to Jaemin telling you funny stories about his life as a wolf with the rest of them. Most of his stories were about Jeno.

“How did you meet Jeno?” you asked, when you both were cuddling on the sofa as he played with your hair.

“Mmh…we were the only wolf pups in the village where we grew up. They were not too accepting of… our type in that place, so we often were bullied by other kids…and adults,” he huffed. “We were each other’s only friend for a while and we decided to move to a bigger city for high school and look for more wolves together.That’s when we met Taeyong and Doyoung hyung.”

“...You’ve been together for a while, then,” you murmured.

“We’ve always been there for each other,” Jaemin confirmed. “He’s an amazing friend. Even now he’s helping me so much.”

“Y-yeah, about that,” you mumbled, sitting up straight and pulling away from his grasp. “I think he’s done enough already, so I told him not to come to the apothecary next week.”

“Oh… Yeah, he has been working really hard but,” he scratched the back of his head in deep thought. “Why not let him stay until I finish my internship by the end of next week?”

“No!” you quickly yelled, making Jaemin give you a surprised look. “I mean, it’s only a few days. I’ll be fine on my o-own, just… just tell him to stay home.”

Jaemin stared at you gravely. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”

“I’m n-not lying.”

“I didn’t say you’re lying. But you’re not telling me all the truth;” Jaemin said, turning his body in your direction to sit face to face with you. “What’s going on?”

You bit your lip and tried to stop the tears from escaping your eyes. “I think it’s better to keep some distance from Jeno…”

“Why?” your boyfriend asked, confused but slowly growing more anxious.

“It c-could be that– maybe he’s confused…”

“Confused about what?”

You looked at Jaemin and then at your lap, wondering if it was really worth saying. You didn’t want to ruin years of friendship for what could be a misunderstanding. 

“The truth, Y/N,” he commanded. “Now.”

You took a deep breath in. “He said he imprinted on me.”

Jaemin frowned in confusion, catching himself before he could ask you if you were sure of what you were saying. He knew you enough to know that you would always avoid telling him about things that could upset him unless it was absolutely necessary. If anything, the situation was probably way more serious than you wanted to admit, and you were playing it down right now.

Everything started making sense for Jaemin as he remembered that Jeno had scented you when he first met you. The reason Jeno’s rut had synced with his again, had to be you. Jeno didn’t offer to help out in the store just because he was a good friend, but because he wanted to be around you…Fuck. He felt betrayed, but mostly he felt dumb. How did he  not notice the way Jeno looked at you? How could he 

 trust him with you while he was away? The fact that you were now asking him to tell Jeno to back off meant that Jeno had crossed the line…and you had had to take care of it on your own.

Jaemin had basically offered his mate on a silver plate. 

Jaemin palmed his face and cursed under his breath. “What else?” he growled. “What else did he say? What did he do?”

“Jaemin, please consider that Jeno’s rut is just around the corner,” you tried to defend Jeno, for the sake of his friendship with Jaemin. You knew losing him would be devastating for your mate. “He c-can’t control himself–”

“What the fuck did he do?!” Jaemin shouted, pulling his hair. “What the fuck happened to finally make you tell me about this?!”

“I…I wasn’t hiding anything from you,” you breathed out. “I just found out today…”

“You would have dismissed it as a joke if he had simply said something like that out of the blue, Y/N. Something else happened. What did he do?” he snarled, hovering over you and trapping you on the sofa.

You blinked away your tears, deciding to show him instead of telling him, and tilted your head to the side, offering him your neck. Jaemin gave you a confused look, until he picked up on a scent he was familiar with.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Jaemin hissed, getting closer to your neck and inhaling deeply before letting out a possessive snarl. Jeno’s scent was all over Jaemin’s mark. That had to be the most disrespectful shit a wolf could ever do. “That son of a bitch,” he breathed out, completely forgetting about years of friendship for a moment.

“H-he couldn’t c-control it,” you hiccupped in between sobs. 

“Don’t you fucking defend him. The only reason a wolf would get this close to someone’s mark is to overwrite it,” he said severely. He then cupped your face with his hands. “Do you understand what this means, Y/N? I almost lost you today. Another wolf almost claimed you while I was buying ingredients for dinner. You almost became his mate. I’m such an idiot. I should have never trusted him,”

“He’s your best friend,” you whispered sadly. 

“I don’t care, Y/N. He’s still a man and I left him alone with you all this time. It’s almost like I invited him into our relationship.”

“Because you trust him,” you reminded him. “He controlled himself the entire time until now. He didn’t want to betray you…”

“But he did. And he’s the reason you were crying today, right?”

You looked away.

“Do you still love me?” Jaemin asked you seriously. He had never doubted your feelings before, but he needed to confirm if you wanted to continue this relationship with what was happening.

You glared at him. “Of course I do. I’m crazy in love with you.”

Jaemin smiled at you and kissed you gently. “Then Jeno has to go,” he whispered, before deepening the kiss.

The next day Jeno felt like he had got hit by a train. He couldn’t sleep all night, crying and overthinking everything instead. He knew it was your right to not want to see him, but it pained him that your last encounter had been such a mess. If only he hadn’t confessed he could still be around as a friend. If only he hadn’t lost his temper, he wouldn’t have scared you. And now he couldn’t even be alone to drown in self-pity because absolutely every single member of the pack was home, making a lot of noise while preparing everything for a full moon family dinner. 

“No, you can’t skip dinner,” Doyoung told him, passing him more plates to set on the table. “Kun finally came back from his business trip and I want everyone here because I have to make an announcement. If you’re really not feeling well, just stay for a bit and then you can go to bed– Chenle, put that down!” he yelled at the younger wolf who was practicing levitating plates with magic instead of carrying them with his hands. 

Jeno was about to argue when he heard Haechan’s voice yelling. “Our future healer is here!”

“Dude, you look…tired,” Mark told Jaemin, who was making his entrance. 

“Didn’t sleep,” Jaemin mumbled.

“Didn’t shower either,” Haechan said. “You reek of sex.”

Jaemin chuckled. “I took a shower…but we did it again after.”

Mark whistled, impressed. “Things going well, then?”

“Better than ever,” Jaemin forced a smile, walking past them to greet the rest of the pack. When he saw Jeno, he tensed. There were many things he wanted to say to him, but the moment he made eye contact, he still saw the pup he grew up with. His best friend. “Jeno…”

Jeno gave him a weak smile and wrinkled his nose at his scent. “How’s school?”

“It’s fine…” Jaemin said vaguely. Why wasn’t he angrier at Jeno? He had made a move on his mate. He couldn’t go soft on him now. “Listen, I gotta talk to you–”

“Jaemin, you’re here!” Doyoung interrupted the conversation and pushed Jaemin to the table. “Take a seat, food is ready– Jaehyun, no! Wait until everyone is sitting.” 

Jaemin sighed. Maybe he could talk to Jeno after eating. He didn’t want to make things awkward with everyone there anyways.

 When everyone took their seats by a long table in the backyard, Taeyong stood up to ask for everyone’s attention. “Thank you for coming, brothers! I know everyone is busy, so I’m very grateful that you still found the time to share a meal with your pack. Although we don’t need a reason to call everyone here, one of our members has an important announcement to make,” the leader said, sitting down and looking at Doyoung.

“Okay, here we go uh…,” Doyoung mumbled as he stood up.

“LOUDER!” Yuta yelled.

“IF YOU WANT TO HEAR WHY DON’T YOU SIT CLOSER,” Doyoung yelled back, taking a deep breath to collect himself. “As I was saying… I uh…I’m getting married.”

Immediately everyone started cheering and clapping, except for Haechan, who let out a shocked ‘WHAT?’

“I proposed last week,” Doyoung continued, now a bit more relaxed and smiling shyly. “And she said yes.”

Louder cheering exploded around the table, mixed with Haechan’s ‘NO WAY!’

“I wanted to be the first,” Haechan whined when everyone calmed down. “I bought the ring and everything…No, Jisung, don’t even think about it!” he warned when he caught the youngest daydreaming at the mention of a ring.

“I didn’t say anything!” Jisung defended himself, blushing. 

Jeno laughed at Jisung. “Take it easy, pup. You’ll scare her away if you go too fast.”

“I wasn’t going to!” Jisung insisted.

“Hyung,” Jaemin suddenly asked Doyoung. “Have you found a good place to live yet? Y/N and I are looking for a house to move in together too.”

Everyone’s attention was on Jaemin now, yelling their approval. Jeno tensed on his seat in front of him.

“What about Y/N’s apartment?” Doyoung asked.

“It’s okay if it’s just the two of us, but we’re planning on starting a family,” Jaemin confessed, making everyone scream in delight and surprise.

“WHAT?!” Haechan shouted again, frustrated that he wouldn’t be the first to do anything. 

“Isn’t it too soon?” Jeno asked before he could stop himself, his serious tone making everyone stop cheering. 

Jaemin glared at him from across the table, remembering that Jeno wasn’t just his pack brother anymore, but a wolf who wanted Jaemin’s mate for himself. Of course he didn’t want Jaemin to start a family with you. “No,” he replied superbly. “As a matter of fact, I do not think it’s too soon.”

 Everyone remained silent around them. This was not an atmosphere that they had ever felt between Jeno and Jaemin.

“Last time I checked, Y/N thought you two weren’t ready,” Jeno said, mentally reprimanding himself because what was he even trying to accomplish by delaying the inevitable.

“Ah, you must have checked a long time ago,” Jaemin replied, faking a smile. “Because when I checked last night she really wanted it. In fact, I double checked today and she really, really wanted it.”

“Maybe she just agreed because you want it,” Jeno said pettily, shrugging.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jeno shrugged again. “I’m just saying.”

Jaemin nodded. He was smiling, but he seemed far from happy. “You are  just saying.” He repeated slowly. He had planned to have a proper private conversation with Jeno, but if he was going to disrespect him and his relationship in front of the entire pack, then Jaemin wouldn’t hold back either.

By now everyone was alert. These two had never talked to each other like that before. The youngest members, especially Jisung, were getting nervous because of the excess of alpha pheromones being released. The more experienced wolves could see that this was a territorial battle and were getting ready to intervene if things escalated, but why?! Why would Jeno and Jaemin fight?

“That’s an awful thing to just say,” Jaemin said. “But you seem to be saying weird things a lot lately,” he purred maliciously. “For example, yesterday you told my mate you had imprinted on her.”

Immediately all eyes were on Jeno. A few members let out audible gasps, while others straight out cursed in disbelief, slowly putting two and two together. This wouldn’t end well.

“Did you also just say that? Or did you mean it?” Jaemin asked.

Jeno gulped but he couldn’t continue lying. He looked Jaemin in the eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said.

Jaemin’s eyes were clouded with tears that he fought as much as he could. “Fuck you, Jeno. You said you would keep an eye on her so I wouldn’t worry, but you were trying to steal her away? You deceived me for months!”

“That wasn’t my intention! I really wanted to help—“

“Then why the fuck did you try to overwrite my mark yesterday?!” Jaemin shouted, standing up and causing several other members to stand up too, ready to stop whatever was happening. “All these years of friendship mean nothing to you?! How could you look me in the eyes and think of fucking my mate?!” Jaemin asked with a pained tone. 

 Jeno felt a couple of tears slide down his cheek. He had screwed up. He had hurt his best friend and he had no idea what to do to make it better.

“Stay away from us,” Jaemin tried to sound intimidating, but he just sounded tired and sad. He turned around and left, not being able to handle seeing Jeno for another minute.

Everyone was quiet, staring at Jeno who was sitting still on his chair. 

“What are you all looking at?” Jeno asked, annoyed. “You think I wanted this to happen? We can’t choose who we imprint on. And it’s not like any of you had an ideal courting stage anyways,” he added, laughing bitterly and turning his attention to Doyoung. “Hyung, you’re getting married now, but your mate drank a potion to break the bond before,” he accused.

 Doyoung gave Jeno a sad look, but he didn’t reply. 

Jeno’s next victim was Haechan. “You pursued a woman who was already in a relationship. So you and I aren’t too different,” he said, laughing, but Haechan didn’t find it  funny. No one did.

“You,” Jeno continued, this time staring at Mark. “Only approached your mate because you were afraid she would suck Yangyang’s cock if you didn’t.”

Mark clenched his jaw and looked away.

Jeno pointed at Jisung. “And your mate…”

“Jeno,” Taeyong said in a warning tone, but Jeno was too blinded by anger and sadness to listen.

“Your mate got dicked down by Jaehyun hyung,” Jeno spat, his eyes boring into Jisung’s.

“JENO!” Taeyong roared. “That’s enough!”

 Jeno didn’t think it was enough. He had plenty he wanted to say, but the way Jisung had whimpered brought him back to reality. He knew how sensitive the youngest was to his mate’s past with Jaehyun and that he was trying his best not to let his insecurities affect the pack dynamic. When Chenle scented Jisung in a comforting manner and glared at Jeno, he took it as his cue to leave, locking himself in his room and hoping no one would bother him.

But of course it was impossible to be completely alone in a house with more than 20 men. 

“May I come in?” Doyoung’s voice asked from the other side of the door, knocking gently. 

Without a word, Jeno got up and unlocked the door, sitting back on the bed. Doyoung entered the room and closed the door behind him and walked cautiously towards the bed and sat next to Jeno.

“I’m sorry,” Jeno finally said. “...For what I said.”

“I didn’t come here looking for an apology,” Doyoung said. “What you said wasn’t a lie. We all have made mistakes when it comes to our mates.”

“No mistake is worse than mine,” Jeno mumbled sadly.

“You didn’t choose to imprint on her,” Doyoung argued. “It was the Moon’s choice.”

“The Moon fucked up,” Jeno said. 

“The Moon makes no mistakes.”

 Jeno looked at Doyoung through mournful eyes. “Hyung,” his voice cracked and he started sobbing quietly. “I don’t know what to do…”

“Oh, Jeno,” Doyoung cooed, hugging the younger. “You kept this to yourself all this time. Suffering on your own…”

Jeno cried louder, allowing himself to be taken care of for once after months. 

“You’re not a bad person,” Doyoung insisted. “This isn’t your fault.”

“W-what do I d-do?” Jeno asked between sobs.

“First, let’s give Jaemin some space,” Doyoung suggested. “It will be alright…”

 You were surprised when Jaemin came back to you not even an hour after he left. “You’re back! What happened to the family dinner?”

 Instead of replying, Jaemin kissed you desperately, pushing you against the wall. You kissed him back hesitantly, wondering what got him so worked up. “Jaem– hold on…” you mumbled, breaking away from the kiss, which he took as a chance to kiss down your neck until he found the mating mark, and he finally broke down crying.

“Jaemin? W-what happened?”

“He w-wont bother you again,” Jaemin replied, sniffling.

You hugged him tight and patted his head. “Did you two have a fight?” you asked fearfully.

Jaemin kissed the mark on your neck and remained silent, the only sound coming from him being his weak sobs. He had lost a friend and a brother, but he had to protect his mate. If Jeno had said the truth about being imprinted on you, then Jaemin really resented the Moon right now. What a twisted sense of humor She had.

That night, Jaemin cried himself to sleep with your body curled against his, and the next day he went to the internship like nothing had happened. He decided to just stay with you that week, not wanting to see Jeno, but also feeling incredibly clingy due to the proximity of his rut. He was glad the internship would be over by Friday, right before his rut hit, so he could spend it with you in peace. 

 It was Wednesday night when you heard a knock on your door and your door and you were greeted by an unfamiliar face.

“Hi, is Jaemin here?” the handsome man with doe eyes asked.

“Uh…Sorry, but who are you?” you asked suspiciously.

“I’m Taeyong. I’m the leader of Jaemin’s pack,” he introduced himself politely. “And you must be Y/N,” he said, scanning your face.

“Hyung!” Jaemin’s voice called out from behind you before you had the chance to speak. He rushed to the door and positioned himself in front of you protectively. “What are you doing here?”

“Just checking on you,” Taeyong said casually. “You haven’t answered your phone nor dropped by in a few days.”

“Sorry,” Jaemin whispered. “I’ve been busy…”

Taeyong smiled. “Are you too busy now too? I was hoping we could go for a little walk…”

“He would love to!” you replied before Jaemin had the chance to come up with an excuse not to. Jaemin gave you a look that made it clear he was not in the mood for a walk, but you ignored it. “He needs to exercise,” you insisted, pushing him out the door. He had been looking depressed since Sunday and you hoped his pack leader could cheer him up.

“I’ll bring him back by 10!” Taeyong smiled at you, resting his arm on Jaemin’s shoulders, who let himself be dragged along hesitantly.

“This is a nice area,” Taeyong sighed, sitting on a bench where he could see the sea. “If you two move in together around here, you’ll be able to listen to the ocean waves all the time.”

Jaemin sat down in silence next to him.

“Or do you prefer a house closer to the forest? I saw this little house for rent the other day–”

“Just spit it out,” Jaemin said, tired of the small talk. “What did you come here to say?”

Taeyong bit his lip nervously. “Talk to Jeno.”

Jaemin rolled his eyes and stood up, ready to leave.

“You know we don’t choose who we imprint on.Do you think he would purposely fall for the mate of the person he cares for the most?” Taeyong said, making Jaemin halt. “From what he told Doyoung, he tried to avoid Y/N at first but you asked for his help. And then he thought it would be fine to stick around just until you finished your internship. He really tried his best to control his feelings.”

Jaemin frowned, sitting down again slowly. “So? What do you expect me to do?” he hissed. “I won’t give him my mate.”

“Just don’t cut him off,” Taeyong pleaded. “He’s willing to live as an unmated wolf, but not without you.”

“That’s dumb,” Jaemin replied. “He’ll be in pain whenever he smells Y/N on me. It would be a pathetic excuse of a life.”

“But he would rather do that than losing you,”

“That’s dumb. He’s dumb,” Jaemin repeated, wiping away a rebel tear. “… How is he?”

“Well… he’s not eating,” Taeyong disclosed.

“That idiot,” Jaemin groaned. “Force him to!”

Taeyong chuckled. “You know how stubborn he is…but I think hearing from you would make him feel a bit better…”

“I’ll…text him, or something,” Jeamin mumbled.

“Thank you,” Taeyong smiled at him. “That would mean a lot to the pack,” he said, standing up, ready to go back.

“Hyung,” Jaemin called out abruptly. “Is it true that an imprinted wolf can’t fall in love with another person?” He asked anxiously. He had been dying to ask that for days. “Jeno won’t love again?”

 Taeyong had met wolves who hadn’t mated their person before and in all cases they lived empty lives. They usually started by avoiding eating and spending time with others due to sadness (which Jeno was doing right now), and after a while they would leave their pack to avoid the pity looks that others gave them and live alone in an isolated hut in the mountains. But Taeyong couldn’t tell Jaemin that when he looked like he was about to have a breakdown.

“Maybe he’ll be the exception,” Taeyong offered instead.

“What are the odds of that happening?” Jaemin insisted.

Taeyong shook his head sadly. Even if Jaemin forgave Jeno and they remained friends, chances were Jeno would not imprint on someone else, and once everyone in the pack had found their destined partner, Jeno would be alone.

Jaemin was thinking the same thing. 

“Is there nothing we can do?” Jaemin asked.

“We can only be there for him,” Taeyong replied. “There’s nothing else we can do if there’s no destined partner for him.”

“There is a destined partner for him,” Jaemin groaned. “But she’s mine.”

“Only because you met her first,” Taeyong shrugged. “If Jeno had been the one to find her, then you would have imprinted on her later on and the problem of one of you two ending up alone would still be there.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“She’s your destined mate as much as she’s Jeno’s. But he decided to take a step back and live alone instead of challenging you. Because you’re the most important person to him.”

Jaemin stared at his own feet for a minute, processing everything he was hearing. “What if…what if there’s another way?”

Taeyong raised his eyebrows in interest, waiting for Jaemin to continue.

“What if the Moon gave us the same mate for a reason?” Jaemin whispered.

Taeyong smiled. This was exactly where he wanted the conversation to go. “The Moon makes no mistakes, Jaemin.”

 Jaemin came back exactly at 10PM.  He looked a bit more energetic, restless. He walked around the apartment, and looked at you nervously from time to time, opening his mouth to say something but changing his mind and walking away. You knew something was in his mind.

“Did you enjoy the walk?” you asked him when you were both lying down in bed about to fall asleep.

“It was…interesting,” Jaemin croaked, lying down on his side and looking directly into your eyes.

“Mmh? Interesting how?”

“We talked about Jeno,” Jaemin admitted. 

You nodded. You had guessed that much would happen when the man on your door introduced himself as the leader of the pack. 

“...And?” you asked, hoping to hear good news. Jaemin didn’t seem as blue as before, so whatever Taeyong had talked to him about had to be good.

Jaemin licked his lips and scooted closer. “What if…I mean,” he gulped and inhaled deeply. “Do you like Jeno?”

You sighed. “I’m in love with you, not Jeno,” you whispered, a bit hurt at what you thought was an accusation. 

“I know, baby, I know,” he assured you, placing his palm on your cheek. “I’m not testing you. This is an honest question.”

You frowned at him and he sensed your uncertainty so he decided to explain a bit further. “Do you remember when we first met?” he asked you.

You nodded, kissing his palm softly.

“Do you remember feeling something pulling you towards me even though you fought it?”

You nodded again. “You called it the pull,” you replied.

“Exactly,” he murmured. “When we imprint on someone, the pull makes it hard for that person to resist us.”

“I know,” you chuckled. “You didn’t make it easy for me.”

Jaemin laughed too, caressing your cheekbone with his thumb, before getting serious again. “If Jeno imprinted on you, you must feel something.”

Your smile dropped, feeling judged again. “I would never–”

“I know,” Jaemin repeated, kissing your lips gently. “I’m not mad, baby, I promise. I just need you to be very honest with me on this, okay? Do you feel the pull with Jeno?”

You looked at Jaemin. His eyes were sincere. He really wasn’t angry at you, nor was he sad. If anything, he looked excited. So you nodded in defeat. “I’m sorry,” you sobbed, feeling your eyes getting teary. “But I wouldn’t cheat–”

 Jaemin interrupted you by connecting his lips to yours, kissing you passionately and pulling your body against his. “Shh…It’s okay, baby,” he uttered. “We’ll be alright, I promise.”

“I won’t even look in his direction,” you pledged desperately. “I want to be with you. P-please, don’t break up with me,” you cried incoherently.

“Wolves don’t just break up with their mate, Y/N. Especially not after all I went through for you to be mine,” he whispered, pushing you on your back and kissing your neck and chest. “No, you’re staying with me…”

“Thank you, thank you,” you mumbled, tangling your fingers into his hair and pulling him closer as he pulled your shirt up and positioned himself a bit lower, biting and sucking on every bit of skin he found.

“...But maybe there’s space for one more?” he asked, looking up at you innocently.

You lifted your head to look at him. “W-what do you mean?”

Jaemin shrugged, kissing right between your boobs. “Jeno’s not that bad…,” he said, moving to your left breast and licking your nipple slowly, while maintaining eye contact. “He took care of you all these months,” he continued, sucking it into his mouth lewdly. “I mean, it’s kind of like you had two boyfriends the entire time…”

You arched your back and gasped, confused at the situation you were in. Why was he talking about another man while touching you like this?

“I’m not following…” you panted.

“No?” Jaemin pouted, releasing your nipple and kissing down your stomach. “Don’t you think Jeno deserves a little reward after everything he’s done?” he asked playfully, licking your navel and making you shiver.

You bit your lip and shook your head. “Jaemin, what are you t-talking about?”

Jaemin sighed. “I guess I need to be more explicit,” he agreed, positioning himself even lower so his face was hovering over your shorts. “What do you think about having two tongues licking your pussy?” He breathed out.

 You let out a scandalized gasp and tried to close your legs, but Jaemin pinned them firmly to the bed and licked your core over the fabric lazily. “What do you say, baby?” he moaned, pushing your tiny shorts to the side and cursing under his breath when he found out you were not wearing any panties. He dove in, licking all over your cunt messily. “Mmmh…why don’t we let Jeno have a little taste?”

“J-jaem,” you moaned, your thighs shaking against his firm hands. “Fuck, baby, are you–aah! o-oh… are you serious?”

“Mhmm,” Jaemin hummed around your clit, vibrations making you scream. He detached himself from it and started circling his tongue around the bundle of nerves just the way you liked it, as if he was trying to convince you. “Imagine both of us doing this to you…” he coerced, giving your clit another harsh suck before kissing it gently. “Bet you would cum real good, yeah?”

You tried hard not to imagine that scenario. Jaemin had to be messing with you.

“Don’t fight it, baby,” Jaemin cooed in between sucking and licking. “I told you this isn’t a test. I’m being serious,” he said  like he could read your mind. “Wouldn’t you like that?”

“I j-just–nngh… oh g-god,” you panted, close to reaching your climax. “I d-dont know– aah, fuck, Jaemin!”

“No?” he tilted his head. “You don’t know if you want to feel two tongues all over your body?” he asked, feigning innocence. He trailed two of his fingers between your pussy lips, getting them nice and wet before placing them against your entrance. “How about two cocks?” he proposed, as he slid the fingers into you with a slick movement.

“F-fuuuck–” you groaned, rolling your eyes to the back of your head and squirming under Jaemin’s skilled hands. “Oh…m-my god, fuck, fuck…” you moaned when he fucked you with his fingers and  flattened his tongue against your clit, letting you fuck yourself on his face. “Jaem–...Jaemin I’m g-gonn–ah! Aah, oh…Oh my god!” you moaned, tilting your head back when toe-curling orgasm finally hit.  Jaemin kept pressing his fingers inside of you, giving your clit little kisses until you weakly pushed his head away.

“W-what the hell was that?” you croaked, still panting and shaking.

“A proposal,” Jaemin replied simply, resting his head on your thigh and caressing your belly. 

“You’re proposing we let Jeno in?”

“...When I found out about Jeno’s feelings I was furious,” Jaemin said. “And wolves are possessive by nature, so I wanted him away from you but…” he sighed, looking up to meet your eyes. “I adore Jeno,” he confessed. “And I love you. I don’t want to lose any of you.”

“And you think all three of us being together is the solution?”

“Yes,” he replied simply. “All three of us have a bond. Jeno and I bonded as kids. You and I bonded when I imprinted. And then the same happened when Jeno met you. All three of us love and care for each other, so why wouldn’t it work?”

“...And will you be okay with him touching me?”

Jaemin tensed and squeezed your thigh possessively. “I will be after we set some rules…”

You stared into the ceiling in deep thought. To be fair, it was true that all of you were already connected. You didn’t want Jaemin to lose his best friend for something none of them had control over and to be honest, you also didn’t want to stop seeing Jeno completely; after spending months with him, you had grown used to his comforting presence. And Jaemin was right; you could feel the pull.

“...So?” Jaemin asked hopefully. “Can we give it a try?”

“I’ll think about it.”

 Jaemin let out a relieved sigh and kissed your thigh. “Thank you.”

On Friday morning (more like midday), Jeno woke up to a text from Jaemin. His heart beat fast in anxiety as he opened the message, ready to read everything about Jaemin not wanting to see him ever again.But he found none of that.

Jaemin: Jupiter’s 8th Moon Restaurant 6PM

Jaemin: See you

Jeno re-read the message a couple of times.

 Jaemin wanted to meet him. Fuck, that could be really good news or really bad. But just thinking about seeing his best friend again gave him the energy he lacked for the last few days. He quickly got up from bed and looked around. 

His room was a mess.

He was a mess. He hadn’t showered in days.

He picked up the clothes from the floor, opened the curtains and window, seeing the light for the first time in a while. He adjusted his eyes to the light, made his bed and grabbed a towel to go take a shower.

After finding a decent outfit, and overthinking every possible scenario in his head, he left the house and found his way to the restaurant. He was so nervous, he ended up arriving half an hour early. To his surprise, Jaemin was already there.

“You’re early,” Jaemin blurted out in surprise, looking up from the menu.

“...Y-you too,” Jeno stuttered.

“Yeah…I was too anxious to wait at home,” Jaemin admitted. “Why don’t you sit down?”

Jeno dried the sweat off his hands with his shirt and sat down across Jaemin.

“What do you want to eat?” Jaemin asked calmly, making Jeno even more uneasy.

“I’m good,” he replied quickly. “I’m not hungry.”

Jaemin closed the menu and stared right into Jeno’s soul, making him squirm in his seat. 

“That shirt didn’t look this loose on you before,” he spoke through gritted teeth. “You can’t continue like this. You’ll eat a proper meal and then we’ll talk,” he declared sternly before calling the waitress to place an order for both of them, ordering enough food to feed an army.

Jeno couldn’t protest when large plates of food were served to him under Jaemin’s severe eyes. Only when he grabbed a fork and started eating, Jaemin turned to his own food and ate too. They had been eating in silence for what seemed like an eternity and Jeno couldn’t take it anymore.

“The internship,” he mumbled awkwardly. “D-did you finish?”

Jaemin nodded. “Had my last shift this morning.”

“Oh, c-congratulations...”

“Thanks,” Jaemin said, putting his fork down. “Now let’s talk about what really matters.”

Jeno sighed and sat up straight, ready for what was going to come.

“I’m not mad at you for imprinting on Y/N,” Jaemin said.

“I know…,” Jeno sulked, looking down. Then he frowned and looked back up. “Wait, did you say ‘not’?”

“That’s what I said. It’s not your fault,” Jaemin confirmed. 

“...Aren’t you taking it too well?” Jeno asked suspiciously.

Jaemin sighed. “ Fine, I admit I was mad when I found out, but I’ve been thinking about it and… it really wasn't something you could control.”

“I guess I’m the Moon’s least favorite wolf,” Jeno half-joked.

“What do you mean?” Jaemin asked, sipping from his glass of wine. “She chose the prettiest mate for you.”

Jeno rolled his eyes. Of course Jaemin would rub it on his face. “But she gave her to my best friend.”

“So? We’ve always shared everything since we were kids.”

Jeno tensed and glared at Jaemin incredulously. “It’s not the same.”

“Why not?” Jaemin asked, cutting a piece of steak from his food and putting it on Jeno's plate. Jeno blinked twice. Jaemin couldn’t be serious.

“Jaemin, I’m sorry I didn’t control myself that time, but it won’t happen again,” Jeno said, pushing the piece of steak to the side. “I don’t need a mate.”

“The hell you don’t,” Jaemin hissed. “You weren’t even going to tell me you imprinted on her. I bet your dumb plan was to keep it a secret, cry at night  and then die alone in the woods, while I married the woman you love.”

Jeno blushed. He didn’t plan to cry at night, it just happened naturally. 

“I’m your best friend, Jeno,” Jaemin said softly. “You should have told me sooner.”

“You would have been mad anyways.”

“Yes,” Jaemin agreed. “But we would have solved this sooner too.”

“I’m sorry,” Jeno whispered.

“I forgive you,” Jaemin said. “Y/N isn’t angry either.”

 Jeno’s eyes sparkled at the mention of your name and Jaemin chuckled.

“Is she okay?”

“Mhmm…She wants to talk to you,” Jaemin beamed. “Right after dinner.”

“...I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Jeno argued. “My rut is due–”

“I know. I’ll be there the entire time, you won’t hurt her. It will be okay. ” Jaemin purred, stabbing the piece of steak he had put on Jeno’s plate and offering it to him. “Now eat,” he persuaded Jeno by swinging the piece of meat close to his mouth. 

Hesitantly, Jeno ate what Jaemin was feeding him and Jaemin smiled slyly. 

“Would you like anything for dessert?” a waitress who had approached the table asked politely.

“No, thank you,” Jaemin replied merrily. “We’re having dessert at home.”

Jeno soon recognised the path Jaemin was taking in through was the way to your apartment. He thought about protesting, insisting that it wasn’t a good idea, but Jaemin had said he was forgiven and that you wanted to talk to him. This could be his only chance to make things right, so he tried to calm his racing heart and keep up with Jaemin’s cheerful conversation.

Jaemin opened the door to your apartment and turned to look at Jeno, who was pale and squirmy. “It’s okay,” Jaemin whispered, grabbing Jeno’s hand and pulling him into your place gently. “Come in.”

Jeno had walked you to your place many times, but he had never been inside. As soon as he entered, your scent surrounded him and made him stumble back towards the door.

“It’s okay,” Jaemin repeated, now holding both of Jeno’s hands in his. “C’mon, Y/N is waiting.”

Jeno nodded and let Jaemin guide him to a room at the end of the corridor, trembling as he smelt more and more of you. When they were both facing a door, Jaemin took a deep breath in and opened it, showing Jeno something he hadn’t seen even in his darkest fantasies:

What seemed to be your bedroom was illuminated by tons of candles, and there, on the bed, were you, wearing a white set of lingerie and…oh fuck, are those stockings?

“Hi, Jeno,” you said shyly and Jeno cursed under his breath, ready to turn around and leave, but Jaemin pushed him in, locking the door behind them.

“Baby,” Jaemin purred. “Isn’t that right we’re not mad at Jeno?”

You nodded, standing up from the bed and allowing them to appreciate your outfit (or lack of it).

Jeno was breathing heavily. “What’s going on?” he asked, thinking that maybe Jaemin hadn’t forgiven him, and this was some sick way of punishing him. Pure torture. 

“Isn’t it obvious, Jeno?” Jaemin spoke softly, approaching Jeno from behind. 

“No?” Jeno replied.

“I said it before,” Jaemin whispered next to Jeno’s ears, making him shiver with desire. “We’ve always shared everything, haven’t we?”

“Jaemin, if this is a joke…,” Jeno hissed in annoyance, but hope was growing inside of him.

“Is this a joke, baby?” Jaemin asked you.

You shook your head. “This isn’t a joke, Jeno,” you assured him, playing with the strap of your bra and pulling it down your shoulder. “Jaemin and I were talking and…We would like you to be part of this. Of us…unless you don’t want to…”

 Jeno was taken aback. Was this what Jaemin had tried to imply earlier at the restaurant? Did you dress like that for him? Was he really allowed to  touch you? Apprehensively,  he lifted his hands and reached out for you, but as soon as his fingertips made contact with your skin, Jaemin’s hands were on his, pushing them away from your body and pinning them to Jeno’s sides. Jeno cursed out loud. So this had been a test after all.

“Not so fast,” Jaemin warned him. “I agreed to this, but my wolf won’t like it. Especially during our rut.”

“Then what the fuck do you want from me?!”  Jeno was losing his patience. You were basically naked in front of him and they wouldn’t let him touch you. He was pissed.

“We need to trick my wolf,” Jaemin said as if it was simple. “He won’t like another alpha touching my mate…unless he doesn’t perceive you as a threat.”

Jeno nodded slowly, still looking at your body covered in lace. “How?”

“We make him believe you’re my mate too,” Jaemin declared, nuzzling Jeno’s neck with his lips. “You know what that means…”

Jeno gulped, getting goosebumps at the attention his neck was receiving. “But…an alpha biting another alpha…,” he didn’t finish the sentence. Both of them knew it would mean the bitten alpha was submitting to the other. Was Jeno willing to give up his pride?

Jaemin sensed his hesitation and exchanged a worried look with you, releasing Jeno’s hands. Maybe it had been too much for Jeno. Maybe he would really rather die alone than whatever this was. Jaemin was about to call it off when Jeno took off his shirt swiftly and threw it somewhere on the floor.

“Bite as hard as you want,” Jeno growled, looking at Jaemin over his shoulder.

Jaemin stared back at him with wide eyes. “Are you sure?”

Jeno nodded. “I have nothing to lose,” he said, allowing his eyes to land on your body again. “And plenty to gain.”

Jaemin looked at you, giving you one last chance to change your mind. When you gave him a reassuring smile, he moved closer to Jeno’s neck again. Now he was getting nervous. What if Jeno’s wolf rejected the bond? Then it would really be over for their friendship. But he had to give it a try. Without wasting another second, he sank his teeth into Jeno’s skin, right into the crook of his neck. Jeno groaned and squirmed, his instinct trying to set him free from the supposed threat, but Jaemin quickly put a hand around his neck as a warning and hugged his waist with his other arm to keep him in place..

You took a step back, seeing how the defiance in Jeno’s eyes soon softened and became pure want. Jeno panted heavily, and finally tilted his head back to rest it on Jaemin’s shoulder, letting out a weak moan. 

Jaemin hummed appreciatively and licked the wound, allowing his hands to caress Jeno’s body comfortingly. He then nodded, letting you know it was safe to step forward.

 You got closer to the wolves and placed both your hands on Jeno’s pecs, making Jeno jump slightly and look at you in anticipation. 

“Is this okay?” You asked. 

Jeno nodded quickly and let out a shaky breath when you ran your nails over his skin.

“What about you, Jaemin?” You asked your mate.

“My wolf doesn’t seem to mind you touching Jeno,” Jaemin breathed out, still holding Jeno in place and nuzzling his neck. “Holy shit, it worked…,” he let out a chuckle. “How do you feel, Jeno?”

“Dizzy as fuck,” Jeno mumbled, letting out little whimpers as Jaemin and you continued feeling him up. “Can’t believe this is happening…”

“Baby, I think Jeno needs some reassurance,” your boyfriend told you, giving you a sweet smile when you hesitated. “Go ahead. I’m okay.”

 You bit your lip and moved closer to Jeno, whose dilated pupils were set on your mouth. He seemed to know exactly what you wanted to do, and didn’t hesitate to kiss you back when you gently pressed your lips against his. He sighed into the kiss, finally relishing on the feeling he had denied himself for months, and placed his hands on your cheeks, pulling you even closer. The kiss remained sweet and slow, because you didn’t want to overwhelm Jeno and he wanted to savor the moment for as long as he could. But as much as he wanted to take things slow, your scent, your lips and Jaemin’s mouth on his neck were driving him crazy.

When you felt something  hard rubbing against your lower abdomen, you looked down and gasped at the obvious tent forming on Jeno’s pants. “Can I?” You asked as your hands landed on Jeno’s belt and the way both he and Jaemin nodded in sync was almost funny.

You unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans down roughly, kneeling down until you were face to face with his impressive erection trapped in his boxers. You licked Jeno’s bulge through his boxers, starting at the base and slowly making your way to the tip, tasting the salty precum.

“Oh god, oh f-fuck,” Jeno whined, trembling in his best friend’s arms. “This is a d-dream… I have to be dream—aaah! Mm shit, Y/N…”

“Do it properly, baby,” Jaemin instructed,placing his hands on Jeno’s hips to prevent him from moving. “Show him how lucky he is to have imprinted on you…”

 Looking up through your lashes, you pulled down Jeno’s boxers torturously slow, letting out a pleased mewl when his cock was freed and bounced against his lower abdomen, the reddened tip oozing precum. Jeno’s wide eyes were focused on you, his hands holding onto Jaemin’s arms for support because of how much his legs were shaking.

 Without breaking eye contact, you gave the tip a teasing lick and relished in the way Jeno’s whole body convulsed, as he kept repeating ‘I must be dreaming, this is a dream’ over and over.

You sucked on the head gently and Jeno’s knees buckled. He would have fallen hard on the floor if it wasn’t for Jaemin’s strong hold on him.

“Oh fuck, o-oh please, more. M-more—aah! Ah! Oh!” Jeno cried out as you swallowed more of him. “Oh my f-fucking god…”

 You bobbed your head up and down his length, hollowing your cheeks once in a while and seeing Jeno slowly lose his mind. His trembling fingers dig into your hair.

“I’m not gonna last,” he warned you, out of breath. “Y/N… Ah, s-shiiiit Y/N, gonna c-cum, gonna fucking cum—“ his slurred words were interrupted by a high pitched moan when you circled his tip with your tongue and Jaemin used his hands to pinch his nipples hard. “F-fuck! Jaemin—aah! Ha… Oh m-my god— Y/N-“

Unexpectedly for all three of you, Jaemin pulled Jeno’s hair and kissed him hard, wasting no time to slide his tongue into Jeno’s mouth and making him moan into the kiss. Right then, you deepthroated Jeno and swallowed around him, making his dick twitch desperately as thick cum slid down your throat. Jaemin swallowed Jeno’s broken sobs, with his hands still playing with Jeno’s nipples.

You released Jeno’s cock and sat down on the floor. Soon Jeno and Jaemin fell on their knees in front of you too, both a blushing mess, with a string of saliva connecting their mouths. 

“Do you still think you’re the Moon’s least favorite wolf?” Jaemin asked Jeno, giving the mark on his neck a languid lick.

Jeno shook his head tiredly. 

“That’s right, look at our pretty mate,” Jaemin purred and his eyes and Jeno’s focused on you, making a shiver run up your spine. “Only we can have her like this, nobody else. Isn’t she lovely?”

Jeno nodded like he was in a haze, his eyes starting to turn red. 

“Wanna know something?” Jaemin whispered in Jeno’s ear, massaging his arms and shoulders. “She tastes just like she smells.”

Something snapped in Jeno at that moment. You yelped when he pounced on you, grabbing your legs and manhandling you so you were on your back with him between your legs. Immediately he buried his face between your legs, inhaling as much of you as he could and letting out muffled moans. He was shuddering in bliss, finally being able to be as close to you as he wanted. He was getting hard again just by smelling your arousal.

You were mortified, shrieking and covering your face.

Jaemin chuckled at the view. “Why don’t we get her on the bed first?” he suggested, gently grabbing Jeno’s shoulder to push him away from you, but Jeno replied with a feral snarl, like he was a starving animal protecting the only source of food he was able to find. 

Jaemin appreciated the enthusiasm, but not so much the challenge. One of his brows lifted in disapproval and he requested for cooperation once more. “Let her go, Jeno.”

 Jeno’s fingers dug into your thighs and he shook his head stubbornly, brushing your clit with his nose in the process and making you mewl. Not only was he entering his rut, but he had been dying to do this for months. There was no way he was just going to let you go when he was this close to tasting you.

Jaemin inhaled sharply, his own eyes starting to turn red too. In the blink of an eye he grabbed Jeno by his hair, pulling his head back and making him hiss. “Don’t be ungrateful, pup,” Jaemin warned.

Jeno shivered. Normally we would fight back, but just the thought of defying Jaemin made his fresh mating mark hurt. He wanted to be good for him. So he whimpered and lowered his eyes.

“Patience,” Jaemin cooed, massaging Jeno’s scalp. “You’ll get what you want, but we have to make sure our baby is comfortable. You don’t want her to hurt, right?”

Jeno shook his head quickly and looked at you with sorry, watery eyes. He feared you were now scared of him and he had ruined his chance with you. Plus his rut and Jaemin’s mark were making him unreasonably sensitive. “Sorry.”

“I’m okay,” you quickly assured him, trying to close your legs in embarrassment. You knew what you had gotten yourself into, but having this much attention on you was something else.

“Still okay, baby?” Jaemin asked you. 

“Yeah,” you said confidently. “Just a bit nervous…”

“Mmh…,” Jaemin kissed you tenderly, before curling his arms around your body and carrying you to the bed, lying you down carefully, with your legs hanging out the edge of the bed. “We’ll help you relax,” he assured you, kneeling in between your legs and kissing your thighs lovingly. “Won’t we?” he asked, turning to the other wolf.

“We?” Jeno asked hopefully, looking for the other alpha’s approval. 

“We,” Jaemin confirmed with a cheeky smile, forcing your legs to open wider and making you gasp.

Jeno didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped out of his wrinkled pants and boxers and crawled towards you, situating himself beside Jaemin and waiting for further instructions.

“These are very nice,” Jaemin commented absentmindedly as he ran his fingers over your stockings. “I haven’t seen them before…”

“I-I bought them yesterday,” you said, tense at the view of two wolves slowly being consumed by their rut staring at your legs. 

“Oh? For our special guest?” your boyfriend asked.

You nodded, and then yelped when he grabbed the elastic of one of the stockings and snapped it on your thigh.

“You hear that, Jeno? She bought these for you. What do we say?”

“T-thank you,” Jeno stuttered, ready to pass out. His hands hovered over your legs cautiously. “Can I?” he asked no one in particular. Or to anyone who was willing to give him permission.

 Jaemin looked at you, silently asking for confirmation.

“Y-yeah…if you want…” you said shyly.

 Jeno placed his hands gently on your legs, drawing delicate patterns with his fingertips which soon turned into rough grabbing and kneading. He placed a daring kiss on an area of your inner thigh that was not covered by fabric and then turned to look at Jaemin, hoping he hadn’t gone too far. But his best friend just gave him a lazy smirk, resting his head on your other thigh. 

 So Jeno became braver and gave your thigh an open, wet kiss, making you moan out loud and shiver. He groaned, sucking on your skin candidly. “Taste so good, s-so sweet…” he breathed out.

“You have no idea,” Jaemin alluded, lifting Jeno’s chin with his hand to divert his attention somewhere else. 

“Oh, fuck…Oh, god,” Jeno weeped when he saw a dark stain on your panties. “Please, I need to…”

Smirking, Jaemin took the lead and licked the border of your underwear, right where your thigh and your core met.

“Ah!..haa… Jaem–,” you mewled, tilting your head back when he slid only the tip of his tongue under the fabric. 

Hesitantly, Jeno joined him, kissing the visible wet patch before giving it kitten licks, groaning at the taste.

“Shit…” you cursed. They had barely touched you and you were dripping.

Jaemin pushed his tongue deeper under your panties, and Jeno followed, both licking blindly and collecting as much of your wetness as they could. But soon it wasn’t enough, and Jeno started pulling your panties down, and although Jaemin would have loved to tease you more, he was losing himself to his rut too, so he assisted Jeno in taking your underwear off and exposing your wet pussy. 

You didn’t have time to get shy at the sudden exposure, because immediately both mouths were on you, Jaemin attaching himself to your clit while Jeno penetrated you with his tongue. Jeno couldn’t believe his luck; he had you where he always wanted, but he couldn’t help thinking that it was unfair that he couldn’t have you sooner. He had to make up for all the wasted time. He had to devour you. 

He licked and sucked everything on his way, until he reached your clit and joined Jaemin in licking it.

“FUCK! F-fuck o-ooh…w-wait ahh–AH!” you moaned brokenly and lied back on the bed when you felt both tongues on each side of your clit, licking up and down, slow and then fast, occasionally colliding with each other and moaning at the wet mess they were making. “Jaem, b-baby this is…,” you had no words to describe it. “J-jeno…”

Jeno groaned, and gave your clit an open kiss, right at the same time Jaemin was toying with it with his tongue, which ended up with them messily making out with your clit trapped between two mouths.

“Haa…ah, shit,shit,shit.. oh my f-fucking…,” you panted heavily, squirming and pulling the bedsheets desperately. “T-this is insan–Aah! Ah, ah–oh–Fuh–!” you arched your back when you felt someone’s finger slide inside of you, making you cum harder than ever before in your life. Jeno hummed and Jaemin chuckled, the vibrations making you feel like the climax would never end. 

 Jaemin was the first to pull away and got undressed, while Jeno was still drinking your release and making you whimper in oversensitivity. Once Jaemin got rid of his clothes, he got on the bed and pulled your helpless body towards him, ignoring Jeno’s protests.

 “I wasn’t done!” Jeno growled.

“You can have more later,” Jaemin said.

“…Promise?”

“Promise. But now I need to breed her,” your boyfriend explained, positioning you on your belly with a pillow under your hips for a better angle.

Jeno choked on his saliva and climbed on the bed. He had walked into your place without knowing what to expect and now they were talking about breeding? Like, being inside of you? He stared at Jaemin with pleading eyes.

“What? You want to fill her up too?” Jaemin asked casually. “Hmm… I guess the more cum the better if we want pups. But you have to wait for your turn.”

Jeno nodded dumbly. He would agree to anything if that meant he could cum inside you.

You tried to rock your ass against Jaemin’s hips, letting him know you were growing impatient and he let out a breathless laugh. 

“Yeah? You want to be full of cum? Hmm?”

“P-please…” you hiccupped. 

And who was Jaemin to say no? At first he slid only the tip in, enjoying seeing you squirming for more. He was going to tease you by making some mean comment, but just when he opened his mouth, Jeno (who had positioned himself behind him) grabbed your hips and pushed you towards Jaemin harshly, making him enter you all the way and all three of you moan.

“J-jeno!” Jaemin yelped in surprise and pleasure. He was trapped between Jeno and you, feeling his best friend’s erection on his ass cheek and your warmth around his cock. “Jeno I told you to… w-wait for your t—oohh!” He moaned, his body bending over yours as Jeno thrusted against him and pulled you closer rhythmically.

“I’ll wait b-but… wanna— wanna feel good too…” Jeno slurred, sliding his cock between Jaemin’s ass cheeks and rutting against him harder without letting you go.

“If…if you p-put it in I’ll kill you, I swea—aah!” Jaemin moaned, inevitably letting the pace be decided by Jeno.

“I won’t,” Jeno promised, going faster. “Juh-just like this, I’ll d-oooh! Do it just like this, fuuuck…”

 Letting out broken moans, you looked over your shoulder and saw Jaemin lost in pleasure, for the first time letting somebody else be in charge and god his facial expressions were so hot you felt yourself close to your release in record time.

“F-faster… Jeno, harder—Mmmh fuck, yes! Yeah…aah,” Jaemin pleaded, the volume of his moans escalating. “Need to…need to g-give her pups, need t-to fill her…”

 Jeno groaned and pressed his whole body against Jaemin’s, using his weight to give forceful, animalistic thrusts that had your clit chafing the pillow and seeing stars.

“Jeno! I’m s-so close— too close gonna… ah! Ah! Oh, Jaemin’s too… too deep, gonna—“ as if wanting to show you it could get deeper, Jeno pushed hard, forcing Jaemin’s knot inside of you and making you come undone. You screamed as loud as your lungs allowed you and shook violently while Jeno and Jaemin kept fucking into you.

“Oh shit…,” Jaemin panted, feeling himself losing all control. “Gonna give you my pups, one after the other, you won’t… haaa fuuck yes, you won’t remember what it’s like n-not to be pregnant, baby, gonn—aaah! Ah! Uuuhh…” Jaemin babbled incoherently until his release, emptying himself inside of you and groaning.

Jeno sighed, continuing to rut against Jaemin very lightly for a bit, before he removed himself from top of both of you to let you rest.

 But Jaemin had a different idea: holding your shaking body against his, he sat up, pulling you with him, so he was now sitting with you on his lap, cock still buried inside of you. 

“J-Jeno, get in front of her,” Jaemin requested. “Let’s make her cum again.”

You shook your head weakly and whined and Jeno seemed unsure you could take it.

“She has to cum again,” Jaemin mumbled incoherently, all rational thoughts gone, just his primal desires left. “Help her suck my seed deeper inside… secure a baby…”

Jeno groaned in approval. He hadn’t thought of pups until today, but Jaemin made it sound so right… and you would look so good…

  Carefully, Jeno sat in front of you and kissed your lips softly, before moving to your cheek and neck, this time avoiding Jaemin’s mark as a sign of respect. Gently, he lowered the straps of your bra and exposed your boobs, taking turns to  kiss and touch them equally and listening to your sighs… and then he remembered, Jaemin had promised Jeno he could taste you again.

 So Jeno wasted no time in positioning himself on his belly in between your and Jaemin’s legs.

“Jeno…w-what are you…?” You whispered tiredly.

Jaemin caught on faster, his eyes glinting maliciously and reaching for your thighs to force them to remain open. “Shh… you’re gonna love this,baby…”

“Wha—FUCK!” You screamed when you felt Jeno’s tongue on your pussy again, moving his head up and down enthusiastically. “J-jeno I…I can’t…”

“She can,” Jaemin contradicted you. “Suck on her clit, hard,” he instructed the other wolf.

Jeno did just that. His mouth surrounded your clit and he suctioned it like it was the sweetest candy.

“Oh…hoo,fuck, please, I can’t—“ you cried, trembling in Jaemin’s strong arms.

Jeno looked up and let go of you falteringly.

“No! She was so close,” Jaemin lamented. “Why did you stop?!”

“She's crying…”

“Already?” Jaemin turned your head towards him to check on you. “Oh, baby… are you loving it that much?”

“Is she okay?” Jeno asked

“Yeah… she gets like this when she’s too cock drunk,” Jaemin chuckled, kissing your tear stained face.“Keep going,” he commanded Jeno.

“You sure?”

“She has a safe word, don’t you, baby?”

You nodded weakly.

“Do you need to use it?”

This time you shook your head.

“See? She’s fine…” Jaemin purred, kissing your neck comfortingly.

 Jeno got back to lapping at your pussy, but very delicately compared to before. Jaemin rolled his eyes and grabbed the back of Jeno’s head, pushing him as close to your core as possible. Jeno groaned and you screamed, throwing your head back and fidgeting, your hands scratching Jaemin’s arms in desperation.

Jaemin kept Jeno’s head in place and started rutting into you messily until you finally let out a silent scream and your walls contracted around his cock, squeezing some more cum out of him.

“O-ooh yeah… That’s right, baby—take it…Nngh…” Jaemin grinned. “That’s a good girl…”

You sobbed, trying to push Jeno away, but he didn’t move even after Jaemin set him free. He was just lapping at your core happily. 

“Don’t be selfish, Y/N,” Jaemin scolded you playfully. “Jeno has been taking such good care of you these months. Let him have some fun.”

“I k-know but I…it hurts,” you complained faintly.

“Fine,” Jaemin said, successfully pushing away a pouting Jeno and lying you down on your belly again. “Ah, shame…my knot is deflating,” he grunted as he started to pull out of you and his cum leaked out. “What a waste…”

Jeno, now sitting next to Jaemin, was mesmerized by the view of your release mixed with Jaemin’s dripping out of you. Jaemin glanced at his friend and smirked. 

“...You wanna help me push it back in?” Jaemin suggested casually.

Jeno nodded, using his fingers to push some sticky cum into your hole as you whimpered and squirmed. 

“Not like that,” Jaemin laughed. Jeno gave him a confused look and Jaemin sighed, frustrated. He really had to do everything himself around here. “Don’t you think she could use something bigger?”

Jeno, feverish and dumbed out because of his rut, stared down at his hands, never before considering he had small hands…until what Jaemin said clicked, and he looked down at his hard cock, and then at your wet pussy, and then at Jaemin.

“R-really?”

Jaemin shrugged. “I’m getting her pregnant today, with or without your help. You might as well help, since you’re here.”

“Oh shit…” Jeno mumbled. This was really happening. 

“If you don’t want to, I’ll just go again–”Jaemin warned him, already positioning himself in your entrance again. 

“NO!” Jeno blurted out. “Please, I’ll…I’ll help.”

Jaemin bit back a smile and got off the bed, giving Jeno as much space as he needed.

“C’mon, don’t be shy,” he encouraged Jeno.

Jeno nodded nervously, kneading your ass cheeks and staring at your presenting body. But something wasn’t right. This wasn’t how he wanted to have you, so he placed his hands on your hips and turned you around, making you face him. 

You blinked in surprise at the man on top of you and he gave you a shy smile.

“Hi,” he said.

“H-hi…”

“I want to see you. Is that okay?” he asked quietly, like he was afraid it would be too intimate for you. Because he wasn’t the one mated to you, after all. He wasn’t Jaemin.

You lifted your upper body and kissed his lips sweetly, trying to relieve his nerves. “I’m okay with that. Now fuck me…”

Jeno groaned and slid into you in one smooth movement. You arched your back and moaned, while Jeno bent over you, his abs contracting in pleasure. 

“Fuck, I can’t b-believe this is happening,” Jeno’s lips trembled with each word, slowly pulling out and in again. “Wanted this for so long, Y/N…”

“Nngh…ah…”

“So wet for me…” Jeno purred, giving a harsh thrust and hitting a spot that made you shake and scream. “There?”

“Y-yes…the-AH! You yelled when he aimed at the same spot repeatedly, accelerating his movements.

“Yeah? Is t-that where you like it, baby?” Jeno hissed, the nickname slipping after hearing it so many times. He avoided it before because he thought it was something Jaemin could call you. But now that he had you impaled on his cock it was hard to see where the boundaries were.

 Jaemin was enjoying the show next to the bed, palming himself slowly. “Give it to her harder, Jeno. Like you mean it.”

Jeno’s eyes met Jaemin’s and he saw a challenge. So he grunted and snapped his hips harder and faster, pulling your legs around his waist.

“Aahh… O-oh my g–ooh…” you moaned, fat tears sliding down your cheeks and staining the bedsheets.

Jaemin  kneeled next to you on the bed and caressed your face. “Is Jeno doing a good job, baby?”  he whispered.

You nodded and sobbed.

“Should we keep him?” your boyfriend asked.

You nodded faster and Jeno fucked you even harder.

Jaemin chuckled. “Jeno,” he called out. When Jeno managed to focus his eyes on him, Jaemin pushed your hair away from your face and neck and he pointed at a spot on your neck on the opposite side of where Jaemin’s mark was. “Here,” he instructed. 

Jeno’s movements halted and he stared from your neck to Jaemin with wide eyes. But when Jaemin gave your forehead a kiss and stared back at Jeno, expectantly, Jeno knew exactly what to do. Not wanting to give Jaemin time to take it back, he dove in and bit your neck, holding your fidgety body firmly against his while Jaemin whispered comforting words in your ear. When Jeno let go of your neck, and looked at you, your dazed face was enough to almost make him cum in the spot.

“F-fuh…fuck she looks so pretty…”

Jaemin nodded dreamily. “She’s definitely meant to carry two marks on her skin…,” he agreed, but then he looked at your stomach. “But there’s something else I want her to carry right now…”

“Leave it to me,” Jeno said, grabbing your hips and pulling you harshly towards him.

“Aahh! Too much…J-jeno…too-ah! much…”

Jeno groaned and bounced you on his dick harder while Jaemin cooed, massaging your boobs and kissing you here and there. But your boyfriend couldn’t continue ignoring his painful erection, so he positioned himself next to your face and turned your head to the side, rubbing his tip against your lips. You opened your mouth wider eagerly, allowing him to fuck your mouth lazily.

“Your tiny mouth’s so good baby,” he panted, throwing his head back and pushing his hips closer to your face. “Normally I would think it’s a waste not to cum inside of you…but I think once is okay, since Jeno will make sure you’re well bred, right Jeno?”

Jeno nodded automatically, watching his cock disappear inside of you over and over. His thrusts became more desperate when his knot started to grow and you tried to squirm away unconsciously, but Jeno’s strong hands on your hips and Jaemin’s hold on your head had you trapped.

“You’re getting s-so tight, Y/N…,” Jeno grunted, fucking into you sloppily and rolling his head back. “Born for this, for me, for us…Maybe one day this pussy will take both our knots, hmm?”

You choked and moaned around Jaemin’s cock and he fucked your face faster, sighing and panting. “Fuuuck, we’ll breed you s-suh…so good,” Jaemin mumbled deliriously. “Day and night, baby–oooh!”

“And you’re gonna t-take it all, yeah?” Jeno groaned in pain, finally pushing his knot inside of you and rutting into you hastily. “Take all our cum? Carry our pups, y-yeah? O-oh…oh shit, Y/N I’m… oh fuck, fuck, fuck I’m gonna…Ah! Aaaah fuck, Y/N FUCK!” he moaned loudly, finally releasing his cum inside of you and rubbing your clit fast until you tightened around him and spasmed, swallowing your moans along with Jaemin’s cock. “Ooooohh fuck, yeah…”

Jaemin let go of your head and took his cock out of your mouth, jerking himself off furiously until he released all over your face and chest, panting heavily. Once he was content with how he painted your skin, he sighed and laid down on the bed next to you, caressing your hair until you started dozing off.

Once Jeno calmed his ragged breath, he hovered over your body and started licking Jaemin’s cum off your skin. Jaemin looked at him tiredly, raising an eyebrow.

“I know I asked this years ago but are you sure you’re not… bisexual or something?” Jaemin asked.

Jeno snorted, giving your fresh mark a kiss. “Says the one who kissed me first.”

“Oh please, like you weren’t humping my ass,” Jaemin scoffed.

Jeno laughed. “To answer your question, I’ve never liked men. But I guess I’m okay with you…”

“I guess I’m okay with you too…” Jaemin conceded, starting to feel sleepy too.

“Jaemin…” Jeno whispered.

“...Hmm?”

“Can I really…be with you two? Is this really okay?”

Jaemin sat up and glared at him like he was the most stupid creature on Earth. “Jeno, I marked you. And you marked Y/N. Where else would you be if not with us?”

Jeno shrugged. “Just asking.”

“You ask the dumbest shit. If we imprinted on the same person, it was because we’re meant to stick together one way or another.”

“Yeah…,” Jeno sighed remembering what Doyoung had told him. “The Moon makes–”

“...No mistakes…” Jaemin completed his thought. “Who told you that cringe inspirational quote?”

“Doyoung hyung. Who told you?”

“Taeyong hyung.”

“...”

“They set us up, didn’t they?”

jaemin-not done

“shh baby your parents are across the hall, you don’t want them hearing this do you?” jaemin put his hand around your throat as he drove into you hard. All you could do was moan as he abused your sweet spot over and over again.

“dirty girl you were the one who wanted it, yet you’re a whining mess.” jaemin used his free hand to put your leg on his shoulder angling his hips to go deeper making you sob out.

“jaemin please.”

jaemin groaned and went even deeper if that was possible “yes,” jaemin asked cockily. “Can I cum please I’ve been so good?” jaemin squeezed your throat just enough to make you lightheaded. “cum baby.”

you came stilling your hips as jaemin was still going not slowing his pace. “You think you could go a few more rounds?” sighing, you nodded your head this was gonna be a long night.

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Pairing :- Masseur!Jaemin x fem!reader

Summary :- After much convincing, maybe not at your own will, you finally agreed to get that much-needed massage, Thank you Seungkwan. 

Genre :- Smut (because I’m nice like that), fluff if you squint (you definitely see it), coworker Seungkwan, strangers to potential lovers. 

Wc :-  3.7K 

WARNING :- Reader has a nipple piercing (cause she, YOU are freaky like that.), teasing, dirty talk, Buff Jaemin, yes that is a warning, Jaemin loves the booty (you shouldn’t be surprised) so ass is being ATE just a lil lick is all, Jaemin is a pussy fiend. Female receiving, oral, cum eating, sexual tension. (I think that’s all ), sry for mistakes if there is any.

NOTES :- This here lady sluts and gentle whores is my first half smut that was in the making. I spent an hour and a half working on it, so I’ll check this off as the 4th story I’ve successfully completed 🎉 kudos to me. I hope you enjoy it and if you do comment and if you don't and think I could improve something still comment or message me anonymously, cause critique can lead to my improvement but being bitchy will get you nowhere, ANYWAYS, LIKE, REBLOG & FOLLOW. 

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“Why don’t you just come with me to the spa on Saturday, huh y/n?” Your best friend/coworker, begged you as he grabbed your arm, tugging you lightly.

“Do I look like I have time to go to a spa?” You licked the tip of your finger as you skimmed through the documents that your lazy boss rudely dropped on your desk, without uttering as much as a please.

“And plus, Saturdays are clean-up days, my cousin is a lazy fuck and I have to suffer from it,” You itch the crown of your head, slightly groaning realizing you might have to do an all-nighter once again on a Friday evening with the load of work in front of you. 

“Why don’t I take some of these with me,” Seungkwan lightly squeezed your hands as he took up about 60% of your work from your desk. 

“That way you can have a good night's sleep, while I plan our day out tomorrow,” Seungkwan squealed as he imagined finally getting to pamper you but you had to rain on his parade.

“No” You took the papers from him and placed them in your folder.

“No?” He looked at you in disbelief.

“I didn’t stutter, I won’t burden my work on you, it’s fine,” You reassured him.

“But you didn’t put your work on me, I volunteered,” He snatched your folder and took out the papers he had before, getting up from his seat and placing them in his suitcase.

“And I don’t want to hear any more nonsense about you doing all the work at the house when your cousin is a grown MAN,” Seungkwan picked up his suit jacket and swiftly put it on.

“Ah Kwannie, It’s really not a big deal– okay…” You stopped uttering a word when he hit you with that stare, a stare only a child of a strict and overprotective mother would understand, it was bone-chilling really.

“Good, I’ll text you the details so make sure you fix yourself up nice and be punctual,” Seungkwan placed his polyester scarf around his neck and ray-ban his glasses on (yes he wears ray-bans shut up). 

“Go home, finish off the work, do whatever you do at night, that ritual of yours whatever, and sleep well, sleep early,” Seungkwan pulled you up from your seat and pulled you into a hug.

“You sure you don’t like girls, I’m just saying if you’d allow me to slap on a strap I’d make a heck of a guy,” Seungkwan pushed you off and picked up his phone, giving you a side glance.

“Girl if you don’t go home, goodbye.” He laughed richly as he walked out, leaving the office. You followed the same routine minutes later and headed home. 

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Seungkwan ended up sending you the website for the Spa he had been rambling about for weeks on end as soon as you stepped into the door of your house. You decided to check it out after completing your office work and getting ready for bed.

After an hour and a half, you flopped into your bed, finally getting to relax. You checked the time normally you’d finish work around late 11 but now it was around 8:35p.m, thanks to Seungkwan that was your earliest, EVER. You did a light prayer for him because he’s an angel.

You covered yourself with your sheet and opened your and Seungkwan's messages where he sent the link, you exchanged words with him before you clicked the link. 

He told you he already made the reservation on your behalf and because he was close friends with a guy named Wonwoo there, he was able to get a discount. He told you your first appointment would be a massage done by some woman named Na Jaemin, it should be an easy name to remember because before you started working in your current job you were a daycare teacher and there was the cute little girl whose name was IM Jaemin, oh was she a menace.

The website just showed all the available procedures, the cost, and the exaggerated descriptions of the long-lasting after-effects of the excellent experience. You turned your phone off, turned it over, and went to sleep.

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Loud, obnoxious snores were coming from your room, your cousin slowly opened your door, peeping inside to check to see if you were okay, living, and not choking to death.

He walked up to your bed and pinched your lips shut. “You need to change your settings on that noise that you’re making,” He looked at you in disgust, shaking his head, and watched as you stopped breathing and shot up from your sleep in a sitting position, knocking him on his ass on the floor. 

“CHENLE WHAT THE FUCK?!” If looks could kill you’d have a red dot aimed at your forehead right now. Chenle got up and dusted himself off.

“You do know I could hear you snoring all the way across the hall?” He used his thumb and pointed outside your door, You rolled your eyes and checked your phone.

“Oh fuck!” You jumped out of bed, shoving Chenle out of the way, he landed on your bed and flopped on the floor as you grabbed your towel and rushed into the bathroom. 

“YOU’RE WELCOME YOU MIX-BREED ASSHOLE!” Chenle shouted as he stormed behind you.

“CLEAN MY HOUSE YOU OBNOXIOUS PIECE OF SHIT!,” You replied as you slammed the bathroom door, minutes later you heard his bedroom slam as well, and you rolled your eyes.

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“Don’t look at me like that,” You sulk as you look away from Seughkwan. So you woke up late and got there late and when you arrived you were met with a disappointed Boo Seughkwan, arms crossed, legs over one another as he sat outside of the Spa company in the few seats placed outside, looking at you blankly.

“I have every right to jump you in this very moment–..but I’m not going to because I have a reputation to obtain here,” He got up and walked inside, with you following behind.

“Just know I would never go down without a fight, there’s only one of us who actually took boxing classes,” You raised your brow at him as he flicked your forehead and told you to keep quiet as he spoke to the receptionist.

You purse your lips as you look around the establishment, It has a cozy feel. The decor is so homely with some pictures of the employees that work here placed up on the wall, warm colors decorated the place as it was spotless you could almost see yourself on the tiled floors. 

The receptionist lady asked you about your information and told you to wait in the available room on the second floor. 

“Enjoy your massage babe,” Seungkwan says as he quickly places your hair in a bun (If you imagined your hair up, unimagine it, 💀 boo put it up for you). 

“I heard he’s amazing at his job AND he was highly recommended when I filled out the server on your behalf,” You froze after registering his words.

“He’s?Hi?He?” You side glanced at him. “Why didn’t you feel the need to mention a dude is gonna be feeling me up Mr. Boo?” You forced a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

“Get me a masseuse Seungkwan,” 

“Y/N-”

“Get me a masseuse Seungkw-,” Seungkwan used his index and thumb to pinch your lips together. (Justice for y/n’s lips in the chat)

“I love you Y/N, I do, but last time I checked I paid for this shit, and you are going to enjoy every last minute of it, Okay?” Seungkwan asked.

“Fine,” You say with a smile that transforms into a dirty look. “This better be the most mind-blowing and toe-curling experience I’ve ever had.”

“And it would be the only and first experience you ever had,” Seungkwan mumbled as he walked to the elevator after signing some papers. 

“What’d you say,” You questioned.

“Nothing,” He laughed as he pinched your cheeks while calling you all sorts of baby names.

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You entered the designated room on the second floor, wiped your palm on your shirt, and nervously opened the door. You see a little walk-in closet on the right side of the room with a curtain placed to divide the areas.  You see there are a couple of hangers and a table with some towels placed beside it. You took off your shirt and placed it on one of the hangers, you quickly took off your bra and put on the towel provided. Thirdly it was your pants until you heard the door open. 

“Good evening, Miss L/N, I’ll be your masseur for this session,” You froze as you peeped through the curtains to put a face to that alluring voice and you almost wished you had convinced your best friend a little more about switching. 

“Um Hi, I’ll be out in a minute,” You quickly responded as you disappeared behind the curtains again. 

“You can leave on your underwear if that would make you more comfortable,” Jaemin assured you as he went to set up the room. He started lighting some candles to set a relaxing mood. The whole room was filled with the soft scent of lavender and a hint of sweet orange that was rich in limonene. 

You folded your pants and kept on your panty as suggested by the masseur. You walked out of the room and set your eyes upon the gorgeous man in question. He was muscular-looking, even in the scrubs he wore. He looked up at you from his place on the floor when he was searching for the oil that happened to be at the bottom back part of the drawer.

“Well you requested a full body massage and I’ll try my best to fulfill your desired needs,” Jaemin softly grinned at you and motioned for you to take a seat on the massage table, you’ll remember to put salt in Seungkwan’s coffee on Monday. 

“Thank you,” You found it hard to really say anything, his stare was quite intimidating even though his smile gave you butterflies that just made your heart swell.

He turned his back to you so you took the opportunity to discard your towel and lay on the table. You laid on your back and placed the towel on top of you. Jaemin turned around with his oil in hand, smiling down at you.

“Well all you have to do for me is relax,” Jaemin said, the tone of his voice, giving you goosebumps.

“Okay,” You replied softly as you relaxed your body and closed your eyes, taking the aroma of the atmosphere and bringing your body to ease. 

Jaemin adjusted your towel to your mid-thigh, the tip of his fingers lightly brushing your skin, he then moved upwards and brought the top of your towel to the midsection of your breast. 

He began his work on your shoulders. He delicately kneaded the area, softly caressing all the knots you have in your neck, gently tracing under your jaw with his thumbs. It felt divine, no man had ever touched you with such thoughtfulness and you’re hoping he’s not the last.

Jaemin moved his hands slowly down your arms, gingerly squeezing the tight muscles as he steadily brought them back up, repeating the process as you felt sleep creeping up on you, Jaemin came back up to your cleavage.

“Would you mind if I removed the top of the towel?” Jaemin asked as he was still above you, looking up at him and seeing him upside down was a little odd but he still for some odd reason looked good.

“Is it mandatory for the massage?” You asked and that made Jaemin smile at you.

“Well, of course, I only deliver the best, and I may even give you a special massage,” Jaemin smiled down at you again, but the smile was different, his eyes seemed to be telling a whole other story, his hands brush the top of your chest, you mutter a quiet okay and closed your eyes once again, letting the cozy environment take over. 

“Good, it’s okay, I’ll take good care of you,” He said in such a deep tone, way different from the customer service one he used when he first greeted you, you wondered if it was because he was just comfortable as it’s his natural forte. 

He reached over you and moved the towel under your breast, now at the navel of your stomach, he placed it quite low but you didn’t mind. Jaemin released a slightly strained exhale as he pursed his lips and poured some of the oil into his brawny hands. His eyes fell on your nipples, customized in a barbell designed with a crystal, rhinestone, clear zircon, and a beautiful set of pink gems. 

He firmly positioned his hands at the side of your breast, gently caressing the fat. He cupped it and massaged under the flesh as he slowly brought his hand up and faintly grazed your nipple. You let out a surprised gasp not expecting to be so sensitive. Jaemin looked down at you, examining your face, and noticed your mouth was slightly ajar due to the sound you let out earlier. From this angle he had the perfect chance to just shove his twitching dick down your throat, he bet it’s warm like the way your body is heating up right now but he brushed it off and continued his work on your chest.

He squeezed the flesh and watched as you hurried to bite your bottom lip, Jaemin thought it was time he went to another part of your body. He made his way to your lower body, he noticed you had on your underwear.

“Would it be okay if I asked you to remove the towel completely? since you have on your undergarments,” Jaemin asked you as he clasped his hands behind his back, staring you down deeply with a sweet smile. You nodded your head, and you gazed down at yourself, seeing your nipples stand up tall and proud, you genuinely felt way more relaxed than when you first came here. 

“Wonderful, I enjoy giving pleasure to others who look like they haven’t had a good rest day,” Jaemin discarded the towel away from your body and placed it on the table beside him.

You smiled, you couldn’t conceal it, he was a sweet talker. You begin to shut your eyes and Jaemin starts to rub on your feet, you let out a soft groan, you are on your feet the majority of the time at work so this feels like heaven. He inches up your leg and starts kneading different areas, after some time he asks if you could turn over.

Jaemin has always been a man with excellent self-control but he guesses there’s a first for everything. You turned over on your stomach and Jaemin took that as a sign to take a breather, he looked down at himself and noticed his problem. At this point, he doesn’t know how long he’ll be able to hold it. He gripped himself and let out a soft sigh as he looked down at you, he furrowed his brows as he approached the table once again, contemplating if he should start with the top or lower half first.

Jaemin made up his mind as he poured some oil on your smooth back, you had laid your head on your forearm. Jaemin tenderly massaged your back, working out all sorts of sounds from you, because he’s just that good with his hands. 

He finished off with your back and moved to your legs, caressing your soft thighs, eyes settling on the slight jiggle of your plump ass. He looked up at you and delicately spread your legs apart a little as he moved his way to your inner thighs. He observes the way your pussy lips struggle to stay concealed in your baby blue panties, Jaemin bites down on his tongue and took a deep exhale, swallowing down thick as he sees some wetness forming on your underwear, Jaemin continues his task as he boldly inches closer to your prized possession. 

You started to squirm, feeling slightly bothered, needy even. You innocently lifted your hips off the table, trying to get some friction and squeeze your thighs together but Jaemin kept them open. 

“I thought I told you to relax, If you behave I can easily give you what you want,” Somehow you can hear Jaemin like he was right by your ears and he was, he stood beside you, roughly rubbing the fat muscle of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart and watching them jiggle back in their place. 

“Will you look at that,” Jaemin whispers as he takes the bottle of oils and pours some of it over your ass. Jaemin went back to the foot of the table and climbed between your legs.

“What are you doing, Jaemin?” You softly questioned Jaemin as you felt the couching on the massage table dip under you. 

“I’m just trying to get a better position so I can give you an amazing happy ending, love” That tone, he used again but this time it was more sultry and lust-filled, you could almost see the smirk on his face, you have a feeling you know where this is headed and you’re all on board with playing along, note to self buy Seungkwan dinner after you put salt in his coffee. 

“Okay, I hope this all was worth the hassle,” You replied knowing damn well it was.

Jaemin bit his lips as he kneaded your ass, he used his knees to spread your legs apart more. He laid on his stomach, inched closer, rubbed his nose on the line of your panty, bit the fat of your ass, and grazed his thumb over your asshole. He dipped his head and licked the outside of your underwear, softly biting your inner thigh.

Your moans began to increase the more he teased you, as if he could read minds he turned you over, wanting to see your face. 

“Would you like me to continue?” Jaemin lips started to rise on one side, giving you a teasing smile.

You blushed at his bluntness, “Eat me out Jaemin,”.

Jaemin leaned forward and pulled you by the back of your neck into a rough and sloppy kiss, honestly the best you’ve had. He gently sucked on your tongue and pulled at your hard nipple. 

“So fucking sexy,” Jaemin said as he gave you a once over before spreading your legs and giving them for you to hold, he run his hands on the back of your thigh as he examines every inch of you spread out in front of him. 

He hooked a finger under your panties and pulled them to the side. You let out a quiet moan as the cold air hit your wet pussy. He pushed your legs back even more so you hooked them behind your head.

“Look at this pretty pussy, so fucking wet,” Jaemin ran his finger around your lips and brought his finger to his mouth, humming about how sweet you tasted. He dipped his head and took a long swipe at his thick tongue.

“Oh fuck,” You let out a relief sign after finally getting some attention, you looked down at Jaemin sucking on your swollen clit that was painfully neglected in months. His head bobbed up and down as he took slow and sensual slurps, making your toes curl and breath hitch.

You started to rock your hip but Jaemin placed his heavy hands on your ass to hold you down, he dipped his head lower and poked his tongue on your asshole, fighting his way in. 

“Maybe I’ll have to prep you another time,” Jaemin smirks as makes his way to your gaping hole, sticking his long tongue, and forcing a strained moan out of you. He looked up at you, feeling himself grow even harder if that’s possible, absolutely falling in love with the way he has you a putty just from his tongue, the way you just look so sexy to him like this, pussy all red and angry, juices dripping from his chin, the way you bite your lips to conceal your sexy whimpers. 

He groped your breast and brought his attention back to your clit, switching between licking and sucking, completely abusing it. You reached your hand to his head to keep him in position.

“Oh don’t fuckin stop- oh my fucking– shit Jaemin..” You laid your head to the side, one eye clenching as your toe curled for dare life. Jaemin bore his face deeper into your soaking pussy, placing his tongue back inside as his nose rubbed your clit, sending you into cloud nine. He removed his face and quickly replaced it with his skilled hand, he placed his fingers on your clit and started swiping vigorously. 

You felt your stomach suck in as you started twitching, you felt like a bucket of water was thrown over you and you woke up from a dream you’d do anything to get back to. 

“Yes, look at that, wanna give me more,” Jaemin watched as you completely drenched his arm when you squirted, something you didn’t know you could do until today. He sucked up every last drop causing you overstimulation. 

You removed your legs and grabbed his face, bringing him into a passionate kiss. He placed his forehead on yours smiling embarrassingly.

“You definitely have to be my soulmate if you were able to make me come in my pants without touching me,” Jaemin said with a light chuckle. 

“I can do that, If you take me out on a date?, we can split the bill since I suggested,” You looked Jaemin deep into his eyes and he blushed slightly.

“I like that idea, but I’ll pay for the bill,” He kissed your lips before getting up from the table.

You both cleaned up and of course exchanged contacts, and it was history from there. 

Thank you Seungkwan.

Touch Me Now (M)

— pairing: na jaemin & fem!reader

— genre/tropes: fluff; smut; angst; friends to lovers; slight college au; established relationship au; hidden feelings; slight toxic relationship; a lot of denial; slow burn

— word count: 13.5k (it feels longer omg)

— summary: being best friends with a guy is great. well, that is until all your other friends say that the two of you are completely and utterly in love with each other, though you both beg to differ. it's not an easy game denying accused feelings... even when your boyfriend is starting to believe what's being said.

— warnings: reader is in a toxic relationship; alcohol consumption; yeonjun isn’t nice im sorry txt fans; 18+ content/sexually explicit content

— taglist: @midday0dreams @wanlore @wearywarrier @mrkis @chichhihaa @f4irycoven @markhyuckselca @jenoxygen @ppeachyttae @jenotation @foreverabrunette @vantxx95 @lilacboba @carelessshootanonymous @softearfquake @wonderlandless @jayjay17 @spicyutas @njmcockring @sugakookie441 @ohgeezitsbreadgenie @neozon3nha @magnificentjudgemoneyhands @kuskumu

— author’s note: holy hell i’ve finally finished it !!! i’m so happy to now have this posted you don’t understand. also i’m very sorry for the long wait you guys have had to endure, i’ve gone through some life chsnges and didn’t have enough time to get this done in the time i wanted to. thank you for being patient and you can now finally read it eeeekkk !!!

NOT ALL BEST FRIENDS WILL BELIEVE YOU WHEN YOU SAY YOU DON'T LIKE YOUR GUY BEST FRIEND, EVEN IF YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND TO PROVE THEM WRONG.

You run a hand down your face in exasperation. You figured that no matter how many times you’ve said the same words over and over again, your friends won’t ever be convinced— you showcase little to no confidence when you speak the so-called ‘truth’.

“Y/N,” Hinjae sighs, her face looking bored and over the conversation. “I really don’t know why you’re staying with that jerk you call a boyfriend, when it’s so obvious that you’re deeply in love with Jaemin. It just doesn’t make any sense!”

“I’m not ‘deeply in love’ with Jaemin.” You counteract, fed up of having the same conversation over and over again when you’ve clearly stated that he’s just a friend and that’s all he’ll ever be to you. Plus, you’re dating someone else; a boy you’ve had a crush on since school, and now that you’re in college, you’re finally able to date the person who had your heart for so many years.

“Please,” Juwon snorts and you snap your head to glare at her. “Don’t give me that look. We all can see that you like him, you might not be in love with him as Hinjae says, but there are some romantic feelings for him that you can’t deny.”

You shake your head. “That’s where you’re wrong, my dear friend. I have no romantic feelings for him. At. All.”

“What does your mum have to say about this?” Hinjae asks, a nail file dragging along her fingertips as she tries to give herself a manicure— but with the way she attacks her nails, no one can even be sure it’s a manicure she’s trying to attempt.

“What do you mean? There’s nothing for her to say.” You cross your legs on your bed, staring at Hinjae’s nails as you do so.

Hinjae quirks a brow up at you as she glances up from her hand, “Come on, she definitely has something to say about your boyfriend. There’s no way in hell she’s kept quiet about everything that goes on with you two… unless you haven’t told her anything!?”

Juwon moves down the bed to sit next to you, nudging your arm with her elbow when you don’t answer. “Y/N, seriously? You haven’t told your mum that you’re dating? How in the hell have you kept it a secret? Has she really not sussed anything out? You must’ve had him in your house, surely?”

You cross your arms, slouching forward to get comfy, but Juwon pokes your back and you sit up straight again, fixing your posture— Juwon tends to have a habit of poking people in their backs to fix their posture, she hates others complaining about back aches when it’s clearly their fault.

“I don’t see why I have to tell her. It’s not like she tells me anything about her life, or the many men she says she’s dating.” You roll your eyes, already bothered by the fact your mother was brought up in the conversation.

Hinjae sighs, “You’ve got to tell her at one point.” She places down the nail file and turns her full attention to you and Juwon sitting on your bed. “Who knows when Yeonjun will break your heart and your mum has no idea why you’re constantly crying and eating a shit tonne of ice cream.”

You shake your head, “He won’t break my heart. He’s not the kind of guy to do that, he’s really sweet.”

Juwon fake gags. You look at her with a confused look, brows furrowed together in question. “You’ve got to be kidding me, right? ‘He’s really sweet’, my fucking flat ass. No way in mother fucking hell is that boy really sweet, nuh uh, not buying it. Sorry, Y/N, I will never find him sweet.”

You watch her scoot off the bed, storming over to your bedroom door and swinging it open. “Do you know who actually is a really sweet guy…? Na Jaemin, yeah, that’s right. Na Jaemin is one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met in my entire life, and I’m not joking!”

“Well, yeah, Jaemin is sweet, but I don’t fancy him. I don’t know how many times you want me to say it for you to believe me.” You sound exasperated. You just want your two best friends to believe you when it comes down to who you like. For crying out loud, you have a boyfriend! If having a boyfriend isn’t obvious as to who you have feelings for, then you have no idea what they’re expecting from you.

Juwon throws her head back with a groan, “Y/N, it’s not that we don’t believe you, it’s… it’s— fuck! Hinjae, explain, please.”

“I have no idea what you’re trying to say,” Hinjae tilts her head in confusion, but nonetheless, she continues speaking. “But, Juwon is right— it’s not that we don’t believe you, I think it’s more the fact that you’re in a bad relationship and you just don’t see it. We love you so much, and we really hate seeing you get put through so much hassle because of a boy who doesn’t care for anyone but himself.”

You look between Hinjae and Juwon. Juwon is nodding her head in agreement, “Yeah, what she said.”

“You guys don’t know anything about my relationship with Yeonjun. All you two seem to point out is our flaws, every relationship has flaws! And don’t get me started on how you aren’t supportive of the relationship.” You slap your hands against the duvet as you lean back on your hands. “I’m honestly tired of having to repeat myself over and over again— I’m dating Yeonjun, I love him, not Jaemin. You need to get Yeonjun’s name out of your mouths, understand?”

Hinjae throws up her hands in hopelessness, whereas Juwon storms out of your bedroom, muttering under her breath along the way.

You roll your eyes and hop off your bed, grabbing Hinjae’s wrist and dragging her out of your bedroom with you, on your way to find where Juwon went.

Your first guess was the kitchen— she likes to eat whenever she’s angry or annoyed; you’ve come to learn that it helps her collect her thoughts. Sometimes it helps, but the majority of the time she’ll end up getting more annoyed as she doesn’t want to put on weight. She tends to get angry very often, so her way of calming herself down isn’t very wise.

“Jeez, either slow down or let go of my wrist. I’m not a dog.” Hinjae complains, tugging her wrist out of your grip.

You turn around and shoot her a glare. “She wouldn’t be annoyed if it wasn’t for you bringing up my relationship again.”

“Excuse me?” Hinjae scoffs, arms folding across her chest as her face screws up into annoyance. “I didn’t bring anything up, and even if I did, you could’ve said something to change the subject, but did you? No, you didn’t. You can’t get mad at me for something I have no control over— anyway, it was you that made her annoyed with what you said.”

“What? I didn’t even say anything bad.”

“Oh, really?” Hinjae leans on one foot. “So, it wasn’t you who said that we always point out the bad things about your relationship, or how we don’t support you, or how we need to leave you alone about Yeonjun?”

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

“Yeah, exactly.” Hinjae rolls her eyes. “I’m not gonna argue with you, we have bigger problems right now. Where in the fuck did she go?” She storms over to the kitchen and looks inside, finding nothing but an empty room.

“Is she in there?” You ask, moving to stand behind Hinjae. She shakes her head and you frown. “But she always goes to the kitchen, where is she—“

“Y/N!” Juwon screams at the top of her voice, suddenly emerging from around the corner. You both spin to watch her storm over to you, a big photo album in her hands. You glance down to what she’s holding and you tilt your head, wondering why she’s even got that, and where in the hell she went looking for something like that. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”

You make eye contact with her, “Sorry.”

Juwon takes a deep breath, controlling her anger in a new way… interesting. “This,” she holds out the photo album for you to take. “This is an album of photos, memories, keepsakes, you name it! Me and Hinjae have been gathering a bunch of shit together for you and Yeonjun’s anniversary this week. Never, and I mean never, tell me that I don’t support you, because that fucking hurts, okay?”

Hinjae watches you flick through the album, your lips curling up at the sides into a small smile.

“…okay, Y/N?”

“Huh— oh, yeah, okay…” You close the album and put it on the dining table. “I’m sorry for being harsh, I’m just fed up with having others say shit about my relationship with Yeonjun. I love him, and he loves me, and it’s getting annoying when you guys say that I like Jaemin, or how awful Yeonjun treats me… you’ve got to see where I’m coming from, right?”

“Actually—“

“We do,” Hinjae interrupts Juwon and shoots her a glare. “We do, but we just hate seeing you upset over something Yeonjun does or says… we’re your best friends, and we care so much about you.”

“And I appreciate you guys looking out for me, but I’m fine. Yeonjun and I are going strong, things are going well.” You give them a smile; but to them, your smile didn’t seem sincere, but nonetheless, they didn’t say anything to point it out. “And thank you for the photo album, it’s wonderful.”

Juwon beams a bright smile, a big contrast to how she was mere seconds ago. “It was mainly my idea, but Hinjae insisted on being involved, so I had no choice but to include her.”

“I beg your pardon?” Hinjae kicks Juwon in the shin, causing her to retaliate with a slap on the head. “Fuck off, why’d you hit me?!”

“Seriously? Are you really asking me why I hit you when you kicked me first?” Juwon put her hands on her hips and leaned to one side— she was ready to argue, and she never backed down. You were watching the two, trying to not giggle at their childish antics, but you seemingly failed when a rather loud giggle came from you.

“Sorry! You two are funny when you fight,” you cover your mouth to try and stop yourself from laughing. Just as you were about to let another giggle out, Juwon snatches the photo album from the table and runs down the corridor. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” You shout out after her. “What is she doing?”

Hinjae shrugs, “Probably hiding it again.”

“She hid it? …in my house?” You stare at the floor in confusion. Why would she hide a present for you in your own house? Actually, it’s probably best not to question Juwon’s ways of gift giving, no matter how peculiar they may seem.

Hinjae shakes her head, “Don’t ask me, I’m not the one hiding stuff.” She moves past you and walks into the living room, flopping herself down onto the sofa, a cushion that your mother spent a lot of money on getting squished. “Do you have anything planned for tonight? Me and Juwon were thinking of meeting the others for some food… but if you’re meeting Yeonjun tonight, then it’s fine.”

You frown at her words. Did she always think that you had plans with your boyfriend? “I’m free, but for future reference, if I did have plans with him, I’d cancel them just to stay with you.”

She nudges your shoulder when you go to sit down next to her, “Not you simping for me.”

“Shut up.” You laugh, nudging her back. “Oh, you’re back, are you?” You look up when you notice Juwon walking in and dropping herself onto your lap, her legs curled up on the little space left on the sofa. “Why are you hiding things in my house? You do realise that I could easily find it?”

Juwon snorts, “As if you’re smart enough to find my hiding spaces.”

You whack her on the back of her head, a tut leaving your lips along with Juwon's body. "Why'd you hit me?" She pouts deeply at you.

You cherish how she never hits you back whenever you initiate the first smack— but when it comes to Hinjae smacking first, there's no doubt in her mind she's smacking back, hence their little blip from earlier.

You shoot her a smile, "Just because."

"Y/N's coming with us tonight." Hinjae speaks up, stopping Juwon from fake crying so you would apologise to her from the guilt she would make you feel. Juwon was a funny friend— you never knew which side of her you'd get to see each day. It was like being friends with an advent calendar, you get surprised everyday with something new.

Juwon moves to sit on the floor since there wasn't enough space for her to squish herself on the sofa. She places her chin on your knee, staring lovingly up at you, "Really? You're coming with us tonight?"

You nod your head.

"Fucking finally! You haven't been out with us in so long, I was starting to think your social battery was forever expired." Juwon blabs whatever first comes to mind, and honestly, you're surprised no one has actually started a fight with her because of it. She tends to... run her mouth.

You go to smack the back of her head again, but luckily for her she quickly moves out of the way and sticks her tongue out at her.

"Okay, you two, enough." Hinjae throws her legs across your lap to separate you from each other. It wasn't much, but it seemed to do the job. "And yes, she's coming out with us after a while, but you didn't have to bring social battery into things. Not everyone can cope with being around you 24/7, y'know?"

Juwon clutches her heart through her shirt, "Ouch."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Hinjae waves her hand dismissively. "We're going round Jaemin's place at like... uh, eight or something? I don't know what time he actually said, but around then. Is that cool with you?"

Juwon nods her head, but you knew that Hinjae was primarily speaking to you. "Yeah, that's cool with me." You give her a smile. "That gives us like, two hours or so, wanna watch a film?"

"As long as you don't put on Pirates of the Caribbean again, I'll watch a film." Hinjae sternly says, a finger pointing in your direction.

You throw your hands up, "Alright, but I'm not letting either of you choose, I hate every film you guys put on, they're always so boring."

"Excuse me?" Juwon scoffs, "Since when is Dirty Dancing boring?"

"Since I said so." You smugly smile at her before throwing a pillow at her face, a laugh coming from you and Hinjae causing Juwon to scream.

"I hate you."

“Holy shit! It’s Y/N fucking L/N!” Haechan cheers, raising a beer bottle up in your direction to greet you.

You shake your head with a laugh, walking over and greeting him back by taking a swig from his beer bottle. “Long time no see. How are things? How’s your girlfriend?”

Haechan rolls his eyes, “Do we really need to talk about girlfriends right now? Just sit down.” He pats the empty space next to him, which you gladly take, perching yourself down next to the cuddly bear of the group— which no one but himself came up with. “I’ve had enough of people talking about my relationship. It’s nothing to do with them!”

You lean back and watch him down the rest of his beer. “What’s up with him?”

“Girl problems.” Jaemin answers, slotting himself next to you on the couch even though there wasn’t much room for him in the first place.

“I mean, when is he not having girl problems?” You giggle, scooting closer to Haechan to allow Jaemin to sit next to you on the end of the sofa.

When Jaemin sits down, he casually places a hand on your thigh. He’s always done this, but for some reason tonight, it feels completely different than to all the other times before. You couldn’t put your finger on it, nor could you say whether it was a bad or good difference.

Jaemin took notice of you spacing out, “You okay?” He nudges your shoulder with his own, pulling you out from your thoughts.

“Huh— oh, yeah, I’m okay. Just went off with the fairies for a second,” you look him in the eyes and give him a soft and reassuring smile. How could your friends say that you were in love with him? Do they not realise how weird it would be for you two to date?

You’ve known each other since the beginning of school, and now you’re in the same college. It was neither of your intentions to end up going to the same college, but from the majors you both took— which go hand in hand— the two of you kept getting closer and closer. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but your own from how close the two of you are.

When you got together with Yeonjun, he stated how he didn’t like how Jaemin was behaving with you; acting like he was your boyfriend when clearly, you weren’t dating him. You should’ve distanced yourself from him when Yeonjun first said something, but there was something inside you telling you how much of a bad idea that would be.

So, here you are, with Jaemin as one of your closest friends with his hand on your thigh… rather high up must you add.

“What are you thinking about?” Jaemin questions, eyes squinting as he looks at you.

You shake your head, “I’m not thinking about anything, my head is empty.”

Jaemin laughs and grabs either side of your head, pretending to shake it and see if he can listen for anything rattling around in there. “Yep. There’s nothing in there.”

“Hey!” You shove his chest and laugh, “That was mean.”

Without the two of you knowing, everyone in the room was watching you two and seeing how easily you both got along and flirted. No one would dare to point out that you’re flirting with each other, they knew it’d cause a massive argument and rift, so they just had to keep it all to themselves, no matter how hard it was for them to stay quiet.

With you being in denial and not accepting that you do have some feelings for Jaemin, it was pretty obvious that he has them for you.

In another universe, the two of you would be happily married with kids. There’s not a doubt in anyone’s mind that that isn’t true— and Hinjae majors in Astronomy and Cosmology, so she would know.

“I don’t get why neither of them just confesses,” Juwon mumbles to Hinjae as she links her arm with her best friend. “It’s so painfully obvious that they like each other. But our darling Y/N is dating that prick of a guy with the rank name, Yeonjun. I want them to break up— and I know how horrible that sounds— but Y/N deserves so much better than what she has… Jaemin is what she deserves, he’s literally the best thing that she has.”

“Apart from us, obviously.” Hinjae adds.

Juwon scoffs, “Well, duh, obviously.”

“But don’t forget, we’re her best friends and we can’t be scheming some awful plan to break them up. It wouldn’t be fair on her, nor would it be very nice of us.” Hinjae sinks lower into the sofa across the room from you and Jaemin, her eyes still watching the two of you converse about something that has you laughing and smiling like a lovestruck idiot.

“Who said anything about scheming up a plan?” Juwon turns her head to look at Hinjae, an eyebrow raised in suspicion. “What were you even thinking of doing?”

Hinjae gasps, “I wasn’t thinking of doing anything! I was only saying it— there’s no meaning behind it.”

“Mhm, sure.” Juwon squints her eyes before turning back to watch you. Her eyes drifted to Haechan who was squished at the end of the sofa, he looked uncomfortable with the atmosphere you and Jaemin had created and she wanted to burst out laughing.

“Okay, enough!” Haechan blurted out and jumped from the sofa. He spun around to glare down at you and Jaemin looking rather cosy next to each other. “You two,” he wags a finger at you both, “Need to get a grip and confess before one of us here explodes from how long you’re taking to do it, or… or you don’t flirt when we’re around. It’s driving me insane not being able to say something— do something about it!”

You blink up at Haechan with your mouth agape, completely shocked that he said such a thing.

"Okay, what?" Jaemin furrows his brows. "Why would I flirt with Y/N? She's my best friend, and has a boyfriend. I wouldn't do that to her."

"Also, might I just add," you pipe up after you come to your senses. "You have no right to comment on us when you're having relationship issues yourself! Me and Jaemin are friends, and that's all we'll ever be, so stop saying stupid shit about who we like or are flirting with. It's getting super annoying now." You look up at Haechan with a deadpan expression, completely ignoring Jaemin beside you and missing the solemn look on his face when you said you'll only be friends and nothing more.

If that wasn't a dead giveaway as to how he feels about you, then fuck, you're wasting your time.

Haechan shoves his middle finger in your face before trudging out of the living room. You sigh and lean back against the back of the sofa, your eyes closing briefly before you are disturbed by Jaemin getting up from the sofa and following Haechan out of the room.

You watch him leave and you sigh again. You weren’t really sure what to make of the situation. You wanted to scream and shout and tell everyone to mind their own fucking business, but you also wanted to see their point of view, and why in the hell they were so adamant that you two liked each other. You wanted to see what they were seeing.

"Why'd Jaemin walk out?" Hinjae asks as she moves across the room to sit with you, Juwon rolling her eyes after being ditched- but nonetheless she moved and sat down on the floor in front of you, her arms hugging your legs.

You shrugged, "Your guess is as good as mine."

"I reckon it's 'cause you said that Jaemin would only ever be your friend," Juwon looked up at you innocently, but you knew where she was heading with this. "And since he has feelings for you, it hurts him and now he's dying inside knowing that he'll only be your friend." She fake pouts and you near enough give into the urge of kneeing her in the face.

"Please," you scoff, unamused with her words. "He doesn't like me, we're too good of friends to ruin what we have by a silly crush, or whatever. I'm done talking about it, I'm gonna go find him."

"Y/N..." Hinjae starts, but you shake your head.

"Nope. I'm seriously done with ever talking about this ever again. I don't know how many times you need me to tell you that we don't like each other like that. I have a fucking boyfriend, for fucks sake, and yet you still think I'm in love with one of my best friends." You shove Juwon's hands off your legs so you could stand up.

She grunts in annoyance, "That was rude."

"No, it wasn't." You start walking off before turning on your heels to look at your two best friends. "You wanna know what is rude? The fact you two disrespect my relationship with Yeonjun with this dumb fuck of a joke. No more, I mean it." And with that, you leave the room with your heart in your throat. How could your friends even think that you'd like Jaemin? It feels all too repetitive. You need to clear the air with Jaemin and put a stop to these accusations.

"Well," Jeno voices out for the first time that night- no one would lie, they low-key forgot he was in the room, he was so quiet observing everything around him. "That could have gone a lot better if Haechan and Juwon didn't open their mouths."

Juwon snaps her head to Jeno, a scowl on her face. "If Haechan didn't say anything in the first place, then Y/N wouldn't be annoyed at me."

Hinjae laughs, "As if this is the first time you've said something about them two. You literally were going on about it at her house."

"So were you. Don't act like you don't say shit, because you do." Juwon retaliates, her arms crossing over her chest.

"I never said I didn't. I'm only pointing out your shitty behaviour to our precious Y/N." Hinjae picks her feet up from the floor to sit cross-legged on the sofa, her elbows resting on her knees. "We've both, well, all been shitty towards her. Maybe she's right. Maybe we do have to drop the subject and start believing her, it's the least we can do to make it up to her from all the times we've commented about it."

Juwon shakes her head. "Nope. I'm not going to just drop this all like that. It's so obvious they like each other, and no amount of lying and shouting will make me think otherwise. I know you think the same, so don't say you don't."

"Juwon, come on, it's not fair on her." Hinjae sighs. "I know I'm not a saint in this, I know that, but we've got to listen to her when she says it's enough."

"Yeonjun doesn't deserve her, she's too good for him, she always has been and always will." Juwon's voice comes out soft and caring. "I just want her to be truly happy... and I think Jaemin can do that."

Hinjae runs her fingers through her hair and glances up at the door to see a figure standing there. "What are you doing back in here? You finally calmed down from your outburst?"

"Ha ha, very funny," Haechan rolls his eyes and flops down next to Jeno. "Y/N kicked me out of the kitchen. She wants to speak to Jaemin in private."

"Are they in there now?" Jeno asks.

Haechan looks at him as if he's the dumbest person in the world. "Obviously. Did you not hear what I just said?"

You could hear the others voices echoing down the corridor, but you couldn't make out what was being said. That was probably for the best. You don't think you could argue with anyone right now, you weren't in the mood to ruin your night anymore.

"You wanted to talk?" Jaemin leans an elbow against the countertop, his eyes searching your face to see if anything was wrong, and from how stressed out you looked, something was wrong.

"Uh, yeah," you clear your throat and move to sit on a stool by the kitchen island. "Um, I'm not too sure how to word this, let alone say it to you..."

Jaemin senses your nerves, "It's okay, take your time. I'm not going anywhere."

Your heart swells. See? He was such a good best friend. Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

"Um... I don't know if the boys have said anything to do, but Hinjae and Juwon won't stop going on about the two of us having feelings for each other." You feel weird as you finally voice what's been going on, but nonetheless, you keep going. "I know how crazy it sounds— we're literally best friends, so I'm sorry if speaking about this makes you uncomfortable, but I just need to get this off my chest before I go berserk and Yeonjun thinks I've gone insane."

Jaemin stands up straight, shoving his hands in the pockets of his joggers. "Yeah, um, the boys have said something along the lines of that..."

"Really? Ugh, fuck." You drop your head and groan. You can't believe how out of proportion this has gotten. It only started as a small comment by Juwon, but ever since then, it's turned into something your whole friend group talks about.

"Y/N," the way Jaemin says your name causes you to raise your head. You meet his eyes and you take notice of how soft and apologetic they look— it makes your stomach churn, but his gaze doesn't falter. "I have a feeling I know why they've been saying we like each other.."

"Can you believe we've been together for two years now?" You goofy smiled as Yeonjun led you to his bedroom. You wanted to be a little upset that you're spending your anniversary at his college dorm, but you were just happy that he made enough free time in his schedule to allow you to come over.

Hinjae and Juwon said that was the "Bare-fucking-minimum", but your excuse was that he was just busy and wasn't allowed much free time as he always needs to be at baseball practice or his coach will kill him.

Yeonjun jumps on his gaming chair and immediately turns on his PC. You roll your eyes playfully, knowing that he doesn't get much time to play on it. "Wow, I can't believe you're choosing your games over your own girlfriend."

"What?" He spins around in his chair, watching you fiddle with the string on your— his— hoodie, a not so pleasant look on his face. "Don't start with the annoying girlfriend shit tonight, I'm not in the mood to argue."

"Huh— what are you on about? I was just joking, I wasn't being serious." You try and play it off light-hearted, not wanting to put a downer on the night you want to remember. "So... do you have anything else planned for tonight? Like, uh, a special dinner? Or a movie marathon?"

You wait for Yeonjun to respond, but he doesn't. He just shoves on his headset and starts up a game with some of his friends.

You sigh and flop down on his bed, pulling your phone out and scrolling through whatever social media app has any updates for you. Not much was happening on the apps, so you decided to message your group chat.

You: what's everyone doing

Hinjae: we’re studying. why are you on your phone? shouldn't you be on a date rn?????

Juwon: do u rlly believe yeonjun would take her on a date cos i dont

Haechan: stop messaging here and go fuck yj or sumn

You: who said u could talk???

You: n e wayssss we're just chillin at his dorm. hes on his pc playing a game with some friends so im just like,,,,, chilling

Juwon: of course

Juwon: thats so fucking typical of him

Hinjae: juwon what did i say the other night

Juwon: idc im entitled to my own opinion

Hinjae: not rn you arent

Jaemin: whats going on?? is everything okay?? is y/n okay....

You: im fine. gtg

As soon as you saw Jaemin had messaged in the group chat, you rolled your eyes and turned your phone off.

You wanted to forgive and forget what he said the other night, but you just couldn't. Your friends have been relentless with claiming you like each other, all to find out that it was Jaemin who had started the whole fiasco. He was the one who told Jeno that he's starting to gain feelings for you, and that you may like him back but he wasn't too sure. And of course, Haechan was being a little earworm and snitched to Juwon and Hinjae about what he had heard— so ever since then, you've been trying to deny everything and keep it a secret from Yeonjun. You have no idea how he would react.

“The game crashed. Are you hungry?” Yeonjun stood from his gaming chair and headed towards his bedroom door. “Are you getting up, or what?”

“Huh— oh, sorry.” You apologised and scooted off his bed, following behind him until you were in the kitchen. For some reason, you felt out of place being here. You don’t know why it suddenly feels weird being at his dorm, you’ve been here plenty of times and have felt comfortable. But today, was different.

You felt strange when you first walked in, but you brushed it off and thought nothing of it. You shook your head and silently scolded yourself for even thinking you didn’t belong in your own boyfriends dorm. Maybe eating would help— after all, you were starving.

“What are we having for food?” You stood in the corner of the kitchen as you watched Yeonjun type something on his phone and then rummage around the cabinets. “I know it’s our anniversary, but I’m not opposed to ordering food in. Only as long as it’s something I enjoy, too. I’m not eating that weird jelly shit you ordered last time, that was horrible.” You shake your head in disgust at the memory.

“There’s some ramen packets in the cupboard,” he pulls out two ramen packets and hands them to you. “Make ‘em for us.”

“What?” You scoff, shoving them back at him. Normally, you would’ve just gotten on with what he wants you to do; you wanted to be a good girlfriend for him. “Why do I have to make it? Why can’t we order something nice in, or go out for a nice meal. It’s our anniversary.”

Yeonjun groans and shuts the cupboard with a slam. “I don’t care what day or occasion it is, Y/N. Just make the ramen and be quiet.”

You blink. You weren’t really sure how to respond to that. You knew that he wasn’t a massive fan of doing anything celebratory, but that doesn’t give him the right to be rude and disrespectful on a day you want to cherish. Maybe the others were right. Maybe you do deserve to be treated better.

“Yeonjun, I’m not making ramen.”

“Then starve for all I care, I’m having it.” He rips open a singular packet and begins doing whatever needs to be done. You just stand in the corner watching him with squinted eyes.

Your brain racks for any reasonable excuse as to why he’s behaving like a complete dick; but nothing comes up. You’ve always known that Yeonjun is temperamental, even his friends had warned you about it, but you never cared. You’ve liked him for so long, and now that you’re actually dating him, you don’t want to see the bad in him… but that wall is starting to break, and you’re seeing all the ugly you should’ve seen ages ago.

"Are you seriously copping a strop because you didn't wanna make ramen?" Yeonjun turns his head to look at you, one of his hands stirring the ramen absentmindedly.

You inhale deeply and slowly release your breath, calming yourself as you didn't want to make a scene. "I'm not stropping, Yeonjun. I'm just upset, and it has nothing to do with the ramen."

"Seems to me like it's about ramen." He shrugs.

"It's not about the damn ramen!" Okay, out the window goes the idea of staying calm. "It's our fucking two year anniversary and we're at your dorm doing what, exactly? Nothing. We're doing nothing! You're on your stupid PC and I'm waiting for you to say something sweet and loving, just literally anything to make me feel as if our relationship isn't a waste."

Yeonjun nods his head and hums, "Okay, cool. So... you're clearly on your period and going through some personal shit right now. Happy anniversary and that, but you should probably go home and sleep off your mood, I don't want your negative nelly ass near me."

Your jaw dropped open, "I beg your pardon? How— how can you say that to me?"

"What? It's the truth, is it not?" Yeonjun shrugs his shoulders again and focuses his attention back on his cooking ramen. "It's probably something to do with that friend, Jaemin, you have... I wouldn't be surprised anyway."

"I can't believe this is happening." You shake your head in disbelief. "Whenever you think I have a problem it always results in you blaming Jaemin. He has nothing to do with this."

"Oh, yeah?" Yeonjun throws the spoon in his hand onto the counter with a loud clang. "Is that why you're wearing his hoodie then? If Jaemin has nothing to do with this, then why are you wearing his fucking clothes, huh? Are you being a little whore and fucking him behind my back? Are you enjoying toying with his feelings whilst you lay in my bed? Jaemin has everything to do with your shitty attitude tonight."

“I’m leaving.”

“I don’t really care,” Yeonjun turns his back to you. “I know you’ll come back to me when you’ve realised you’re in the wrong. Get home safely.”

You could practically hear the sarcasm dripping off his voice. You weren’t going to say anything back— you shoved your shoes on and slammed the door behind you. God, why did he have to be such an utter jerk? Hinjae was right; he is going to break your heart one day.

You pressed your back against his dorm's front door, a deep sigh escaping your lips as you wondered what in the hell your relationship meant to Yeonjun? You’ve never seen this side to him until now; it didn’t make any sense to you. You wanted to understand his mind, you wanted to see what he saw in you, you wanted to believe that you meant something to him… you wanted to believe that he actually loved you.

You shake your head, ridding your horrible thoughts. He wouldn’t be with you if he didn’t love you, right? Right?

“Enough, Y/N.” You scold yourself as you push yourself off the door and head out of the building. Your house wasn’t too far from the college campus, so you decided to take a nice walk home to clear your head. Yeah, what a nice walk this is. Not. All you can think about was the things Yeonjun had said to you. They were constantly playing over and over again in your head, that you weren't focused on where you were walking, until a hand dragged you back on to the path before you ended up flat on the road.

"Jesus, Y/N, watch where you're going would you?" Haechan's voice sounds in your ears. You looked up at him with a frightened face. He shook his head at you in disappointment, but his hand never left your arm until he knew you were okay. "What do you think you're doing? You're going to get yourself killed."

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. You were a little shocked at your current circumstance— it didn't feel real. You were hoping this was some crazy daydreaming vision, and that you're actually snuggled up next to your boyfriend in his bed watching a romantic film... but each time you blink, the more you come to your senses and realise you weren't daydreaming at all.

"Sorry... I wasn't paying attention," you let out a shaky breath and Haechan let go of your arm; his hand now on the small of your back as he guided you down the street.

"You're lucky I was there, you could've been flattened on the road, Y/N." He scolds you again. It seems like he's not going to let this go. "I'm not letting this go, you know that, right?" Can he read minds?

You sigh and nod your head, "Yep... but can we not tell anyone? Especially Hinjae and Juwon; they'll kill me for nearly getting killed. They've given me countless lectures on being 'road safe', and I'm pretty sure I'll get another lecture if they find out." You stop and look up at him with pleading eyes. "I know this isn't really worth begging over, but can you not tell them? Or anyone? They may blame it on what happened the other night..."

"Ah, I see," Haechan nods his head. "You don't want them to think you were gonna walk into a road full of cars because of what Jaemin had told you. It's fine, I get it. My lips are sealed. But don't think I'm forgetting this, okay?"

You go to kick him in the shin but he dodges with a chuckle. "I'm messing with you. Of course, I won't tell anyone... no matter the reason why." He gives you a funny side glance and you roll your eyes.

Today really wasn't panning out to what you had expected. It's your two year anniversary, and here you are walking down the street with Haechan after he just saved your life. It's definitely one for the books.

You couldn’t help but think back to the argument with Yeonjun— well, could you even call it an argument? It was more him having a go at you, well, not having a go per say, but like… you didn’t know how to word it. You wanted to classify it as an argument, but whoever you tell it to, they’ll say that it wasn’t. All you can do is try and forget what happened and not dwell on it… easier said than done.

“Hey, aren’t you meant to be fucking Yeonjun right now?” Haechan blurts out, not thinking before he speaks yet again.

You hold your breath— is it worth lying? Probably not.

“Um, we had a bit of a disagreement.” You give him a tight lipped smile as you fell instep with each other. You were planning on heading home, but from the way you were feeling right now, you think it’s best if you keep some company, so you keep walking with Haechan to wherever he’s heading.

Haechan squints down at you, "A disagreement, huh? Are you telling the truth? Y'know what Juwon says about liars—"

"Yes, I know." You roll your eyes. "I never know why she says that liars grow a single hair on their chest each time they lie. She's weird, I don't know why I'm friends with her." You were joking, but there was a little seriousness in your voice— Haechan always thought the same thing, too.

"... So, are you telling the truth?" Haechan pushes.

"Yes... no, well, it's a difficult situation, okay?" You cross your arms over your chest with a huff, annoyed that Haechan was even bringing up Yeonjun when clearly he knew something was up. "He said something about me and Jaemin, and it turned into him being a dick, so I left."

Haechan hums and nods his head. He knew what you meant by that. Anyone would know what you meant by 'said something about me and Jaemin'. A lot of people on college campus knew of the rumours, too. Fuck all your friends for having blabber mouths.

"I don't know why, or how- actually, I do, but it started off so stupid, and then it turned into something bigger than intended and now I don't where it leaves me and him." You sigh deeply, wanting everything to just be normal for once. "He told me to go home and sleep off my mood, and that I'll go back to him once I realise I'm in the wrong. God. He's such a dick, why haven't I seen this side of him before?"

Haechan kept silent as you ranted out loud. You knew he was taking everything in, and taking mental notes. Sometimes you took Haechan's friendship for granted. He was the type of friend to curse you out on your shitty actions, but he wouldn't even blink an eye if someone needed advice or help— it was a strange combination when you think about it. But, in times like this, he was worth all the harsh advice and warm hugs.

"Why did Jaemin have to say something?" You groaned and mentally cursed him for opening his mouth. "If anything, I should be blaming him for ruining my relationship, he was the one that started all this! Yeonjun blames him for a lot of things that are wrong with us, maybe he's right, and maybe I don't want to see it because he's my best friend." Now you're frowning with a pout on your lips.

"Hey, don't start blaming Jaemin, that's not fair." Haechan corrects you in a stern voice. "It doesn't matter if he did or didn't say something, your relationship has been sucking ass as soon as you two started dating. None of this is Jaemin's fault. It's Yeonjun's. He's the one with all the issues."

"But, if Jaemin never said anything to begin with, things may just be a little bit better—"

"Nope. They really wouldn't. Yeonjun sucks ass, and not in a good way." Haechan shakes his head.

“I don’t like you.”

“Ha, sure you don’t.” Haechan laughs as he grabs your arm and leads you across the road. You end up standing outside the library off-campus. You squint up at the sign and look at Haechan with a confused face.

“Why are we at the library?”

“‘Cos everyone is here studying. And don’t look at me like that,” he rolls his eyes. “I study, too.”

You hold in a laugh and walk into the library with him. Wait— did he say everyone was here? Does that include Jaemin? Because if you’re being honest, you weren’t sure if you were in the right mood to see him. After all, you are holding him accountable for your fight with Yeonjun, even if Haechan says not to.

“Uh, what is she doing with you?” Juwon leans across the table you always sit at whenever you all study together, and looks you up and down. “She’s meant to be with Yeonjun right now… whether we like it or not.”

“Nice to see you too, my beautiful bestie.” You shoot her a sarcastic smile and plonk yourself down upon the spare seat next to her. You lean back against the chair and stare at the boy sitting at the end of the table, an awkward aura comes about the table and everyone stares between you and Jaemin.

“Well, uh, how was your time with Yeonjun? Did he get off his PC?” Hinjae breaks the awkward silence and brings up an even awkward topic.

Haechan snorts and she looks at him, “What?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he shakes his head with a small smile. You glare at him and he stops smiling. “It’s nothing.”

Hinjae squints her eyes at Haechan before turning her attention back to you, "So? Did he get you an anniversary gift? I wonder if he got you that necklace you've been dying to get, you know, that really expensive Tiffany's one."

You shake your head, "No, I didn't get a present... I got an ear full. But I don't want to talk about it, you should keep studying." You gestured to her open books, the majority of them were about the universe and its creation, something you would have no idea where to start studying.

"My books can wait. What happened?" Hinjae goes to close her books but you grab her hand to stop her. "Y/N... it's your two year anniversary and you're here with us, what in the hell happened? We can go somewhere else to talk, if you want. Away from prying ears." She glances at Haechan, but he flashes her a cocky smile and she sticks her tongue out at him.

"I don't want to talk about it, right now, okay?" You sulk into your chair and fiddle with the strings on your hoodie.

Hinjae doesn't press you any further, and you miss the way Jaemin watches you from his end of the table. His eyes rake up and down your torso, his eyebrows slightly lifting when he realises what you're wearing. You're wearing his hoodie, and you wore it to see your boyfriend. He fights the urge for his lips to turn up into a smile, but unfortunately, his lips beat him to it.

"What are you smiling at?" Juwon picks up on Jaemin's behaviour and follows his eye-line. Her mouth agapes once she clocks who's hoodie you're wearing. Oh, how her mind is racing with so many possibilities that she wants to voice, but she knew that if she did, she'd hurt your feelings and Hinjae would start a war with her. "Huh, interesting, very interesting."

You feel eyes on you and you catch Juwon and Jaemin staring at you. A frown falls upon your brows and Juwon nudges you and darts her eyes to your item of clothing. You look down and stare at the hoodie wondering if there was a stain, but there wasn't, so you look back up and lock eyes with Jaemin and he just smiles. His perfect and pretty lips just smile at you, and you want to rip them off his perfect and pretty face.

Haechan watches your face contort slightly into a look he knows very well— a muddled mind full of confusing feelings. He knows what's happening, he just hopes nothing bad comes of it.

"We need to talk. Now." You suddenly stand up and grab Jaemin by the collar of his top. He struggles to keep up with you at first, but he quickly gains his composure and follows you swiftly behind a stack of bookshelves right in the corner of the library where no one can see or find you.

He stands in front of you, his eyes watching you intently as you struggle to find your words and any decent thought. Why did you want to talk to him? What was so important that you had to drag him away from everyone?

"Kiss me."

"W—what?" Jaemin spluttered, surprised by your choice of words.

"I need you to kiss me, Jaemin." You sounded stressed. He knew better than to do what you said.

"I'm not going to kiss you, Y/N. You have a boyfriend." He stands his ground, even if it confuses him as to why he's denying a kiss from you. All he's ever wanted to do is kiss you from the moment he laid eyes on you.

You stomp your foot on the ground like a little toddler throwing a tantrum. "Jaemin, now's not the time to be a saint. I just need you to kiss me, that's all."

"That's all? Why do you want me to kiss you? What the fuck is going on?" Jaemin stares at you confusedly.

You pull at your hoodie strings again, "I just need to see something. So, can you just kiss me?"

You can see Jaemin hesitate and his life flashes before his eyes when he sees you take a step closer to him. You stare up at him with eyes full of stars— you've only ever looked at him like this. No one else gets to see the pretty stars in your eyes. They're only for him. He wants to kiss the stars, he wants to kiss them so bad, but he knows better than to give in.

Jaemin steps back and drops his head before looking you in the eyes, ashamed of what he's doing. "I can't, I'm sorry, Y/N. It's just not right..."

"Whatever." You shrug your shoulders acting as if it didn't bother you that he didn't want to kiss you. "You're the one who has feelings for me, so I guess you don't want to help me see how I feel about you."

Jaemin blinks at you in shock. Seriously, what in the hell happened between you and Yeonjun?

"Are we gonna talk about what happened yesterday in the library?" Juwon breaks the silence as the three of you are huddled up together on the sofa watching a film. "I can't be the only one wanting to know why Jaemin suddenly left after Y/N spoke to him."

"I'm sitting right here, you don't have to talk about me like I'm not in the room," you roll your eyes and shift positions, trying to find a comfier position without having Juwon's elbow digging into your ribs.

Hinjae covers up her interest with a fake cough, all the while saying, "I've wanted to know what happened between her and Yeonjun ever since she walked into the library with Haechan."

"Oh, yeah! I forgot she was with Yeonjun yesterday." Juwon nods her head.

You sigh and push both of them off of you, "Again, I'm literally right here." You gesture to yourself. "And it doesn't matter what happened yesterday, it's over."

"It's over!?" Hinjae and Juwon shriek in unison.

"For fucks sake, no! Me and Yeonjun aren't over... I don't really know what we are at the moment, but we aren't over. And before you say anything, me and Jaemin are still friends. I was on about yesterday being over, no relationships." You make your statement clear and lean back against the cushions. "Now, can we watch this film in silence?"

"Fine." Juwon sulks and snuggles back into your side. Hinjae just gives you a funny look before settling back down.

The three of you sat in silence for not even five minutes, and Juwon spoke up again, this time, she was adamant to get an answer from you. "I'm not going to shut my mouth until you say everything that happened yesterday."

You turned to look at her unimpressed with her immature threat. "Nothing new there then."

"Excuse me?" She scoffs. "I'm not the one keeping secrets from her best friends! Tell us what happened, for crying out loud."

"Why do you want to know so bad—"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N." Hinjae sighs, a hand running through her dark, brown hair. "I'm not one to force you into anything, but saying nothing on this matter isn't going to end well. Y'know we could always just ask Jaemin... or even Haechan."

You gasp, "You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me." Hinjae flashes you a challenging grin, and you have no choice but to accept defeat.

"I don't know where to even start..."

Juwon giggles, "I do, I do, I do! Start with when you messaged us at Yeonjun's!"

You roll your eyes and grab the remote to pause the film, "Fine, um... well, when I got there we went straight to his bedroom— not like how you're thinking Juwon." You side eye her after she nudges you playfully. "Then he went straight on his computer to play a game, and I was like, 'Oh, I see how it is, games before your girlfriend', or something like that, and he got really defensive about it."

Hinjae nods her head slowly as she takes everything in. "Then What?" Juwon looks at you all giddy with joy. Either she was excited that you were finally spilling at the gossip, or she was happy to see your relationship in shambles— you were betting on the first option... hopefully.

"After that, I messaged the group chat and it was all good up until he asked me to make him ramen."

"What's wrong with making him ramen?" Juwon furrows her brows confused.

Hinjae shakes her head at her, "It's not the fact he asked her to make him ramen, she was expecting a fancy, or at least a nice dinner for their anniversary, but he wanted her to make ramen like it was any other day." You're so happy that she caught onto the situation straight away. Thank God she was the smart one of the group; it would've been such a headache to explain every last detail to Juwon. "I believe that's where the problem started, huh?"

You nod your head with a tired face, "He was so horrible. He said he didn't care what day it was, and he accused me of sleeping with Jaemin because I accidentally wore his hoodie."

Juwon chokes on her breath, "He accused you of what?!"

Hinjae wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you onto her lap and cradles you like a baby. "What are you doing?"

"I'm soothing you. What does it look like I'm doing?" She speaks as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Juwon scoots over and rests her head on your shoulder and coos in your ear. "Oh, Y/N, I'm sorry that happened. As much as I hate Yeonjun and wish the worst for him, I don't like seeing your relationship in shambles, even if it doesn't come across like that." Juwon snuggles up into you and Hinjae strokes your hair. "You deserve so much, and yet you're being treated like you deserve nothing." You could hear the pout in her voice.

"I asked Jaemin to kiss me yesterday in the library." You quickly changed the tune of the conversation; you didn't want to be babied over, or cooed at. As much as you love the girls for caring for you, you'd rather just suck it up and deal with it.

Juwon shoots up and stands from the sofa, eyes bulging out of her head as she stares down at you. "You what?!"

You move yourself off of Hinaje's lap and to the other end of the sofa so you could look at them both clearly. "I know it's stupid of me to have done that, but I wasn't in the right head space. It was a moment of weakness for me... but I don't regret it."

Hinjae hums but doesn't say a word. Whereas Juwon looks like she's having a mid-life crisis over the new information she's just found out. She begins pacing back and forth around the living room, her fingers tugging at the ends of her hair as she mutters inaudible words under her breath.

"Why are you both acting like this? Juwon, stop moving and sit down, and Hinjae, say something. Literally anything." You bring your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around your legs. "I know what I said is somewhat hard to take in, but it doesn't change anything. In fact, it probably makes things a lot clearer."

“How does it make things clearer? To me, it looks like a whole fucking mess.” Hinjae rarely swears, but when she does, she’s being serious and doesn’t want any shit from anyone.

“What? How is it a mess? I’m still with Yeonjun, and me and Jaemin are still friends. Everything is fine.” You counteract.

“Fine? Everything is fine?” Hinjae shifts positions so she’s facing you and only you. “Y/N, I love you, but you’re being stupid right now. You can’t just ask someone to kiss when you know they like you, and when you have a fucking boyfriend!” She holds some valid points, but you won’t let her make you think you’ve done wrong.

You run a hand down your face, “Look, what I may have done was random and sudden, but it’s not stupid. It’s helping me figure things out. Just support me for once!”

“Nuh uh, we’re not doing this again.” Juwon jumps in at the right time— she could sense Hinjae was going to shout at you and she wasn’t looking forward to the aftermath of tears and apologies. “Hinjae’s right, you’re being fucking stupid, Y/N. You’re dating Yeonjun and you asked Jaemin to kiss you, why can’t you see how wrong that is? As much as I despise your boyfriend, I don’t want you cheating on him.”

“Oh my God, I haven’t cheated!” You raise your voice and see Juwon raise an eyebrow at you. “It was a spur of the moment thing, okay? Nothing will come of it, so leave it alone. I shouldn’t have said anything in the first place if I knew this was how you guys would react.” You sink into the sofa with a scowl on your face.

“We would’ve found out sooner or later.”

"Well, this couldn't get any more awkward now, could it?" Haechan mumbles under his breath and receives a kick in the shin under the table from Hinjae. "What? It's true."

"Shut up," she hissed, going to kick him again but he pushes his chair back so she couldn't reach.

"So—"

"Jeno, shut up." Hinjae warns him, knowing immediately he was going to say something about the situation.

He nods his head slowly and slouches like a little hurt puppy. You pout at how mean Hinjae is, but she pays no mind to you, completely ignoring you after you called her a snake for inviting everyone round to her place for a 'friendly and relaxing dinner'. By no means is this a friendly and relaxing dinner. Tonight will definitely place number three in your top five worst experiences.

"The food is nice." Jaemin speaks up for the first time tonight, avoiding your direction as Yeonjun is sitting flush next to you— he's not a fan of your friends. How ironic. "Did you follow a recipe?"

You tried to fight a smile, but you failed miserably. "Why are you smiling? Nothing funny was said." Yeonjun eyes you up and down suspiciously, his eyes darted to Jaemin and they made eye contact briefly, but it was enough for him to put some pieces together. "Is it 'cause of him? Are you smiling because of Jaemin?"

"W-what? Can't I just smile without a reason?" You tried to play it off cool, but Yeonjun wasn't buying any of it.

He tuts and shakes his head, "I knew there was something going on between you two." He throws his napkin onto the table and stares at you deeply. "I should've known the minute you didn't deny fucking him. I can't believe I'm dating a cheating whore."

"The fuck did you just call her?" Juwon stabs her knife into the wooden table and you saw a part of Hinjae die inside.

"It's okay, Juwon, don't worry." You give her a sincere smile and glance at Jaemin. You could see he wants to step in and make sure that Yeonjun doesn't get another chance to speak, but he knew if he did, Yeonjun would probably launch himself at him over the table. Men and their alpha male ego's, hey?

She shakes her head, “No. No it’s not okay, how dare he talk to you like that! She’s not a whore, Yeonjun, don’t even insinuate that.”

“Oh, please,” he chuckles, leaning against the back of his chair. “You’re all acting like I don’t know what’s happening here. You,” he points at Hinjae with a scowl, “Invited me here to prove something, I don’t even know why I even bothered coming here. It’s all fucking obvious that Jaemin wants to shove his tiny shrimp dick inside my girlfriend, and I’m not going to sit here and allow him to think that.”

Haechan watches you stare at your plate, your fork pushing the food around as you seem distant from the situation.

You wanted to tell Yeonjun to shut up and stop being a complete asshole, but you just couldn’t. You’ve never really stood up to him before; you’ve just taken any insult he’s thrown your way. You’ve become used to it.

“I think that’s enough.” Haechan stands from his seat and gestures for Yeonjun to leave. “The door is that way.”

Yeonjun scoffs and stands up himself, matching Haechan’s energy. “You want me to leave? Ha, then fucking make me.”

“Oh, I’ll make you—“

“Okay!” Hinjae slams her hands down on the table. “This wasn’t what I had planned for tonight. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. Haechan, sit your ass down. Yeonjun, shut the fuck up or leave.”

“Why are you ganging up on me? You’re the one who invited me to this dinner, did you not?” Yeonjun leaned on the table with both of his hands, his head drooping to Hinjae's level to try and intimidate her.

You won't stand for anyone trying to intimidate your friends. "Yeonjun... I think you should leave."

He snaps his head to look at you, his nostrils flaring upon what he had just heard. "You're the one who started all this, Y/N. Don't act like a little life saver. If I leave, you're leaving with me. Now, get up." He goes to grab your arm but doesn't get the opportunity to when someone butts in.

"She's not going anywhere. She's staying here where she's safe." Jaemin stares Yeonjun dead in the eye. No emotion portrayed on his face. You wanted to read his mind— you wanted to know what he was thinking.

"You think I'm going to hurt her?" Yeonjun scoffs. "That's the last thing I would do to her. She ain't staying here, especially near you."

"Just leave." You touch his arm to make him look at you. "Leave."

"Oh, that's right, take his side, why don't you." Yeonjun rolls his eyes and backs away from the table. "You know what, enjoy my sloppy seconds, she wasn't even that good in bed anyway."

"Don't." You shake your head at everyone around the table to not say anything; you could tell it was itching away at them to shout at him, but you didn't think it would've been worth the hassle. A part of you wanted to scream at him for embarrassing you in front of your friends, but then another part of you was glad that this had happened, because in a way, that means you won't have to deal with any of his bullshit ever again.

You all watch him stomp out of Hinjae and Juwon's dorm, silence filling the dining area as soon as the front door slammed.

You picked your knife and fork up, slicing through the food Hinjae had prepared before dropping the cutlery onto the plate and excusing yourself. You knew better than to hide in the bathroom, so you opted for a bedroom. Unfortunately you ended up in Juwon's bedroom, the messiest place on earth because the girl had no sense of cleanliness about her.

"And to answer your question, Jaemin, I didn't follow a recipe. It was all me." Hinjae tried bringing the mood back up, but failed miserably.

"Not the time, Hinjae." Jeno mutters, his legs spreading underneath the table to get comfy.

"Oh, shut up, would you?" Hinjae rolls her eyes.

“Is no one really going to check on Y/N?” Jaemin asks as he looks at each one of his friends, his face dropping when they shake their heads. “Oh… you’re leaving it to me, aren’t you?”

“Well, obviously,” Juwon scoffs. “We’re not the ones who are in love with our best friend, are we? Go on then, chum, go get your girl.”

Jaemin gives Juwon a funny look and then leaves the table, following the faint trail of your perfume to her bedroom. He doesn't bother knocking on the door as he knows that you wouldn't let him in if he did, so barging in was his only other option.

"Y/N... are you okay?" He knew is was a stupid question, because who in their right mind would be okay after their boyfriend calls them a cheating whore in front of their friends? "Sorry, that was a stupid question... but, are you?" He winces when he sees your face all red and puffy from crying after you turned around to look at him.

"What do you think?" Your voice was hoarse and croaky. You felt even more embarrassed reacting like this when he who shall not be named should be the one embarrassed. "God, I feel so fucking stupid. Do you think I'm stupid? Well, that's a given, of course you do."

Jaemin frowns and walks over to you, crouching down in front of you while you sit on the edge of Juwon's bed.

"Y/N, you're not stupid, and I'd never think that." He gently places his hands on your thighs and gives them a gentle squeeze; your eyes dart to his hands, the silver rings adorning his pretty slender fingers make your stomach clench, and now you feel even worse thinking about the things those fingers could do to you.

You droop your head and sigh, your thumbs swiping at the dry tear stains on your cheeks. "Jaemin, why do you like me?"

"Well, uh, because you're a wonderful person, you care about your friends, you also don't put up with their shit, and you also do charity work." Jaemin answers, a slight change of tone in his voice at the end.

You lift your head up and tilt your head, "Charity work?"

"You're dating Yeonjun."

"Oh... oh."

Jaemin nods his head slowly, his hands sliding off your thighs. "Wait." His hands stop on your knees, his eyes searching your own. "Can, um, can I just see something?"

He nods his head.

You reach out and grab one of his hands to bring up to your lips. You hesitate for a split second, but honestly, what were you waiting for? Jaemin has feelings for you, your boyfriend sucks being a boyfriend, you want to say you're still in love with Yeonjun— but you can't say you are— and, and uh, you think you may have been in love with Jaemin this whole time, but you've just been too scared to admit it.

Without another thought, you bring your lips to each finger tip and place soft kisses, your eyes maintaining eye contact with Jaemin as you do so. "Y/N..."

"No," you shake your head. "Don't say anything."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jaemin ignores you and speaks anyway, making sure you're in the right state of mind to continue where this seems to be going.

"Yes, now shut up." You continue pressing kisses to his finger tips before slowly trailing down to his palm. Jaemin's breath hitches and he grabs your knee harder with his other hand. Who knew kisses being pressed onto his hand would be so sensual?

He moves his hand away from your lips and cups your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing the apple of your cheek as a small smile falls on his lips. "You're beautiful."

You smile and for a brief moment you seem to forget what happened and all you want is for Jaemin to finally kiss you.

"Can I kiss you?"

"It's about damn time."

"What if someone catches us?" You whisper against Jaemin's lips as he keeps you pressed up against the wall in the corner of his bedroom.

You two were currently ditching a social gig that Hinjae had sporadically planned after the dinner went to shit. This time round, she was hoping for a much better turn out, and from what you can say, it's turning out rather well. Wink wink.

"No one's gonna come up here, don't worry." Jaemin hushes your worries as he continues kissing you. You wanted to protest, but his lips began trailing sloppy wet kisses down the side of your neck and the words got caught in the back of your throat and somehow came out as a strangled moan. "You like that? You like it when I kiss your neck?"

You nod your head, eyes finding his and immediately wanting to fall into his body from how lustful his gaze is.

"I want you to use your words, baby." Jaemin nudges his knee between your legs as he urges you to give him a vocal response. "I want to hear you say that you like it when I kiss your neck. Like this." He swipes his tongue against the soft skin of your neck and lightly blows, your body shivering at the cold sensation, but relaxing as soon as he presses another warm kiss to your neck.

"I— Jaem... I like it when you kiss my neck." You whimper out, crotch lowering onto his knee so you could grind yourself down on him like some kind of bitch dog in heat.

Jaemin snickers at you, "Oh, my darling Y/N, look at you. Humping my leg like the desperate bitch that you are."

"Oh," your eyes roll into the back of your head at the pressure building in your lower abdomen. But if you're being honest, you're edging closer to your orgasm because of the filthy words Jaemin whispers in your ear.

"Can I rip your leggings?"

"Wha—" you shake your head. "No."

"Oops, too late." He smirks at you as he rips a hole between your legs, his fingers diving straight in and pulling your panties to the side. "Pull down my sweats."

You take a moment to collect yourself as your orgasm was no longer on the way, and then you pull down his sweats as far as you could reach. Your eyes widened at the fact he wasn't wearing any boxers; even when all of you were meant to be hanging out.

"You weren't wearing any boxers? What if Juwon pointed out your dick outline?" You gasp, "Or even worse, Haechan pulls down your sweats to prank you and your junk is out for everyone to see?"

"Well," Jaemin grunts as he suddenly pushes himself into you, his jaw locking at how tight your walls feel around him. It's going to take some time to get used to the feeling of you. "My dick is inside you now, so I guess they won't be seeing it."

Your bottom lip quivers, "Fuck. You're so big."

"Damn right I am, baby." Jaemin smirks at you, his hips grinding into your own, and you could swear that he reaches a place Yeonjun could never imagine reaching.

You were loving this new side of Jaemin. Who knew that your best friend had a rather dominant and rough side? If you knew the sex was going to be this good from the start, then you would've ended things with Yeonjun a long time ago. But then you would seem shallow. And then you'd be known as the girl who dumps a boy for a rampage of wild sex. How fun.

"At least pay attention to me when my dick is inside you." Jaemin rolls his eyes at you staring off into space.

"S— sorry," you whimper out an apology just as he hits a deep spot inside you. "I didn't mean to zone out."

"What's going on inside your head?" Jaemin slows down his hips so you could get a sentence out without moaning about how good his cock feels in your tight pussy.

Your leg nearly slips from his waist, but he's quick enough to hook it back around and jerk his hips forward. You forced yourself to keep quiet, you couldn't risk the others down the hall hearing you moan out Jaemin's name when they have no idea that the two of you have been secretly fucking since the awkward dinner last week.

"I don't wanna talk about what I'm thinking, I just want you to fuck me."

"Don't have to tell me twice." Jaemin drops your leg and spins you around so that your chest is squished up against the wall. He wraps one arm around your waist to pull your hips closer to his own— and his other hand sneakily slips down between your legs to rub fast circles on your sensitive clit.

"Ho— holy fuck, Jaemin, go faster." Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel your climax building up once again. Your thighs begin to shake from Jaemin complying with your command.

The sound of skin slapping against skin could be heard from a mile away, so you wouldn't be surprised if the others could hear you. You'd have to lie and deny any accusations thrown your way.

“Shit, you’re so tight, baby. This pussy is mine and only mine. Ain’t no fucking way am I letting your twat of a boyfriend come near this delicious pussy ever again.” Jaemin practically growls against the back of your neck. You rest your forehead against the wall and let every bone in your body get consumed by the pleasure— your orgasm on the brink of exploding.

Your jaw goes slack, “Jae… I’m gonna cum. Keep going.”

“Your wish is my command.” Jaemin picks the speed up of his hips, the force pushing you further against the wall. “Cum for me, baby. I want you to cream all over my cock and make a mess for me.”

Your climax hits you at full force and you near enough collapse on the floor— your knees are giving way and your thighs are shaking. Jaemin’s hips began stuttering from your walls clenching around him like a vice, he knew he wasn’t going to last longer if you kept doing that.

“Please cum, Jaemin, please. Pretty please cum for me.” You beg him so innocently once you gain your posture.

With no other thought floating around in his head, Jaemin quickly pulls out and cums in the palm of his hand. A soft whimper of your name leaving his lips as you turn to watch his cum drip from his hand. “Oh, wow. You came a lot.”

Jaemin chuckles, "Yeah, I did."

A knock sounds on his bedroom door, "Are you two done? We're about to watch a film and you're on snack duty." You hear Haechan's voice call out to you, and your jaw falls to the floor. You gawp at Jaemin who is trying his darned hardest not to burst out laughing.

"I swear to God if you laugh, I will rip your balls off!" You swat his arm. "You ruined my favourite pair of leggings, too!" You look between your legs and see a massive hole in your leggings... and also your inner thighs covered in your arousal. "Get me some of your joggers, it's the least you could do for me."

"Are you guys coming or not?" Haechan calls out to you again after not getting a response.

"Yes!" You shout back at him, annoyance laced in your voice and you could sense him throwing his hands up in surrender. "I'm so dead. Hinjae is gonna throw bricks at me, and Juwon will suffocate me in her sleep. What am I gonna do...?"

Jaemin passes you a spare pair of his joggers, concern written on his face despite having just nearly broken a lung from suppressing a laugh. "Nothing will happen, so don't worry your pretty head, okay?" Hinjae and Juwon will be mad, there's no doubt about that, but it's your decision to do this, not theirs. If you're worried about Yeonjun finding out, don't even think about that jerk."

"I wasn't worrying about Yeonjun until you just mentioned it. Jaemin!" You swat his arm again and he fake cries. "Shut up."

"Just put the joggers on and let's face your worst nightmare." Jaemin helps you into his joggers and throws your ripped leggings into his hamper, taking a mental note to buy you a new pair for your birthday. "Ready?"

"No, but let's go." You deeply sigh and wobble into the front room with Jaemin hot on your tail. "Don't say a thing. I don't want to hear any words come out of your mouths, okay? I know it's wrong to fuck my best friend behind my boyfriend's back, but his dick is so much better." You get your words in before Juwon and Hinjae could get a chance to open their mouths to breathe.

"I don't wanna hear anything from you two either." Jaemin pipes up as he drops himself down next to Jeno. "And yes, I'm a freak in the sheets, and a sweetheart in the streets."

You roll your eyes and awkwardly sit between Hinjae and Juwon who give you the death stare. "Can I—"

"Nope."

"What about—"

"Shut it."

"I can't believe you two are cheating." Haechan decides to ruin the atmosphere even more with his sly comment. You could see his eyes glint with mischief.

"It's not cheating." You huff, your arms crossing over your chest.

"If it weren't cheating, then what would you call it?" He snaps back, his tongue poking out to you to piss you off even more.

"You two are fucking?!" Jeno gasps, and everyone sighs at his slow attention span.

"Jesus Christ."

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