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Cold brew - Na Jaemin

pairing: barista!jaemin x barista!reader

genre: fluff, angst; enemies to lovers, coffee shop au

synopsis: at the coffee shop you work at, there's always this regular who comes and orders the same cup of cold brew coffee every morning without fail. you end up having a rather rude interaction with him one morning when you accidentally spill his coffee on him before his job interview – which turns out to be for the very same coffee shop you're working at. it doesn't matter to you that he got the job, but the fact that he's always on the same shift as you never fails to get on your nerves. Will the two of you sort out your feud, or will the both of you continue to brew these cold feelings towards each other? 

a/n: this is a very VERY long overdue fic for @hcsarchive ! i’m really really sorry for the long hiatus y’all, and for the decline in quality of writing and banner design :”) but to star, i genuinely hope you enjoy this fic that i churned up at 2 in the morning, and that your life will be filled with joy and many many good things! it’s been great having you as my friend, though we haven’t interacted much </3 I promise i’ll try to be more active here <3

"One venti cold brew for Na Jaemin!" you call, voice ringing out through the coffee shop amid the clinking of mugs and cutlery and cool jazz music playing in the background. As expected, a young man clad in a mint green hoodie and jeans rushes up to the counter. His soft, ebony-black bangs fall over his coffee-brown eyes as he claims his drink from you with a muffled "thanks" before scurrying off again, black backpack hanging from his back and laptop case in hand. 

"He came again?" Lia asks, popping a pastry into the oven and setting the timer.

You nod in response. “Na Jaemin. Here every morning, at the exact same time ordering the exact same thing”.

"Aren't many of our customers like this too?" Lia questions, uncertain as to why you suddenly brought up this particular customer. 

"Yeah, but they're not always here at the exact same time every day – sometimes they come a few minutes earlier or later. And even if they have regular orders, they sometimes order different things. This guy is here at 7 am on the dot every day without fail, and he always, always orders a venti size cold brew. I don't recall him having ordered anything different," you explain to Lia as the timer on the oven goes off, and you take the croissant out. 

"Wow, how are you so observant towards these details outside of his regular drink order? It's as if you're specifically keeping your eye out for his arrival. Are you?" Lia questions, raising her eyebrows at you.

"What the hell, no!" You hurriedly deny.  

"But he's your ideal type, is he not? Brown eyes, black hair, pretty cute," Lia replies with a smirk as she gets to preparing a latte, and in that moment you regret the day you'd spoken about your ideal types to each other. 

"I mean yes, but we don’t even know each other! We’ve barely exchanged any words apart from him mumbling his thanks to me when I pass him his drink,” you protest. 

“So? He comes here every day, you’ll sure have a chance to get to know him better,” Lia insists.

“One grande caffe latte for Kai!” you call out, placing the drink on the counter and flashing a smile at the customer, who says a “thank you”, picks up the drink and casually saunters off, in contrast to how Jaemin had practically flown out the door after collecting his order from you earlier. “I don’t know. Compared to all our other customers, he seems to be in a constant rush. He’s like the rabbit from Alice in Wonderland!”

Still, Lia remains adamant. “Trust me, if he’s your destined soulmate, there will be a way for you both to get to know each other. Really”.

You shrug, getting to work making a java chip frappuccino. “Nah, I don’t think he is. He’s probably just the eye candy who comes into our shop every morning for his daily cold brew”. 

Lia simply hums and turns around to take the next customer’s order, while a mild pang of longing settles in your heart. Yes, you knew he was really just eye candy to you, but a part of you wished that you’d at least be able to interact with him a little and get to know him as an acquaintance at least. 

»»————-　☕️　————-««

Your wish comes true the next day — or at least the first part of it. You finally get to properly interact with him, past the muffled “thank yous” he would give you whenever you passed him his cold brew every morning. 

But was it pleasant? 

Far from that. 

It’s about 2:30 pm in the afternoon, and the cafe is way more hectic than it should be at this time. Throngs of people flood the cafe, leaving all of the baristas overwhelmed, yourself included.

“I thought people drink morning coffee, not afternoon coffee!” Lia complains, practically sprinting to the other end of the counter, carrying a customer’s order on a black tray. “One blueberry muffin and one vanilla sweet cream cold brew for Shanice!” 

“I know right. Suddenly everyone’s ordering their coffee in the afternoon for some weird reason!” you exclaim, hurrying to save the pastries in the oven before they burned to a crisp. 

Your already-divided attention is briefly stolen by the sight of a familiar face coming in through the door — it’s none other than Na Jaemin. Weird, he already came in the morning, you think to yourself, already moving towards the cold brew machine out of instinct. You can’t help but notice he’s changed out of his usual hoodie and jeans into slacks, a white long-sleeved collared shirt and a blazer, more formal than the casual attire he normally dons, which leads you to think that he has something important on. As soon as you place the pastries on the counter, you head over to the register where Jaemin is to take his order. “Hi, what can I get for you?” you recite the standard phrase.

“One venti cold brew, please,” he states. 

“Alright, I’ll get that for you. Na Jaemin, right?” you ask, picking up a venti-size cup and a marker, scribbling the name on as he nods. 

You put some ice in the cup, and then stride over to where the brewed coffee is stored before dispensing enough to fill the cup. Just as you’re bringing it to the collection point, a voice calls for you. “Y/n! Hurry, there’s more orders!” one of your colleagues yells. 

“Okay, coming soon!” you reply back, calling out Jaemin’s name and order, passing the drink to him and preparing to hurry off. 

Only, you’d been too fast in handing the drink to him and had let go before his hands were properly around the cup, resulting in the cup falling from your hands and spilling coffee all over his shirt. Your jaw falls to the floor along with the cup as you watch his white shirt turn coffee-brown and prepare to offer multiple sincere apologies, maybe even offer to pay for his shirt to be cleaned. 

But before you can do that, he hits the roof. “Ugh! I have a job interview, you idiot! Why are you so careless?” he exclaims, clearly livid. Veins bulge out visibly from his forehead, a clear sign of his fury. Heads snap in your direction as the commotion distracts customers from whatever they were doing previously. 

Annoyance at how Jaemin had unnecessarily blown up at you, coupled with stress from the already overwhelming shift began to take over you, and you had to use every fiber in your being to maintain your professionalism and not hurl the best insult you could think of back at him. “Sir, I’m extremely sorry”. You murmur repeated apologies as you get several wet tissues for him. “I’ll be willing to pay for the cleaning costs, just let me know how much it costs when you next visit us”. 

Unfortunately, this doesn’t seem to appease Jaemin. “That’s not the point. I don’t have spare clothes, you know! Now I might not get my job!” Jaemin exclaims, eyes boring into you accusingly. Unsure of what to say, you remain silent, your mouth opening and closing like a goldfish’s. “Thanks a lot, I suppose,” he spits, making sure his sarcasm came across clearly. With that, he takes his half-empty drink cup and stalks off. 

Meanwhile, you’re left with a taste that's even more bitter than the cold brew in your mouth from the encounter. “Wow, that was pretty rude of him,” Lia comments, coming up beside you. “Maybe you should have ensured that he was actually holding the cup before letting go, but that was still out of line on his end”. 

You sigh, shaking your head and turning back to the cash register, preparing to serve the next customer. “Whatever. Let’s forget that this happened”. 

»»————-　☕️　————-««

A week has passed since the incident, and you’ve all but forgotten about it, the incident almost having been cleared from your memory completely.

Until you see a familiar face coming in at 2:30 pm — none other than Na Jaemin, the customer who’d yelled at you rather rudely that day when you’d made an honest mistake. “Lia? Can you take this next customer? I’d rather not interact with him again,” you whisper to your co-worker while glaring daggers at him. 

To your surprise, Lia shakes her head. “I don’t think he’s here to order, actually. I think he’s here for his first day on the job”. 

You narrow your eyes at her as a sense of foreboding comes over you. “What do you mean?”

“He’s our new barista, and he’ll be working here part-time. Did no one tell you?” Lia explains, wiping the counter top. “The job interview he mentioned last week — it was for a position here as a barista”. 

“No way. Please tell me you’re lying”. You feel your eyes grow to the size of the saucers in your hands. 

She shakes her head. “I’m being for real here”. 

You watch as your supervisor comes out to meet Jaemin and they exchange greetings, before she passes him a set of uniform and he heads to the restrooms. “Oh, my gosh”. Your hand comes up to your forehead, and your lips form a thin line as you feel your annoyance levels peak again. “No way I’m sharing shifts with this guy”. 

Lia shrugs. “Maybe it won’t be as bad as you think. Hopefully he forgot that it was you who spilled coffee on him last week,” she says while placing a hand on your shoulder, in an effort to appease you.

At that moment, your supervisor comes out of the store room with Jaemin in tow and approaches you and the other baristas. “Everyone, this is our new employee, Na Jaemin,” she says, introducing him to all of you. “Some of you may know him, as he’s a regular at our cafe. He’ll be working the afternoon shift from Monday to Wednesday. I hope all of you look after him well, and show him the ropes”. She then takes her leave as Jaemin comes to join all of you behind the counter. 

“Hello everyone,” Jaemin greets, his pearly whites appearing as he gives all of you a small bow. So cute! You internally squeal as you greet him back. It was the first time you’d seen him properly smile, as every time he ordered coffee from you, his face had this permanently exhausted look on it thanks to what you can only assume to be the university student life. You return his greeting, relaxing as you realise that maybe Lia was right and he’d forgotten about the incident. 

Or…maybe not. 

“Aren’t you the barista who spilled my drink on me last week?” Jaemin questions as he pours milk into a blender, eyes narrowing into slits as he stares at you. “How do you still have a job? You can’t even serve a drink properly”. 

Okay, that does it for you. First day on the job and he’s already being so rude?

“Can you just forget about it? You got the job in the end, didn’t you?” you snap, making your annoyance clear as you somewhat aggressively spray whipped cream onto a customer’s drink. “Also why are you showing disrespect to colleagues on your first day here? How did you even get hired?”

Jaemin shrugs, and you feel a vexation prick at the back of your neck at his nonchalant attitude. “Bold of you to talk about respect, considering you were pretty disrespectful to me last week by spilling my own drink order on me”.

"Shut the fuck up, will you?" you hiss, trying to keep your voice from rising to fever pitch, in order to not attract unpleasant attention to the both of you.

Jaemin opens his mouth to retort, but Lia steps in. “Enough, you two. Let’s just move on from the incident, shall we? I’m sure she didn’t mean to do that”. 

Shooting her a grateful look, you move over to the shelf to grab a tea bag to prepare a customer’s order. “Not quite your ideal type anymore, huh?” Lia whispers from next to you as she washes a mug. 

Cringing, you shake your head furiously. “Appearance wise, still yes. Personality-wise, definitely not”. 

»»————-　☕️　————-««

Ever since Jaemin joined the team, it was almost like you couldn’t have a peaceful day at work, especially since you and Jaemin always shared the same shifts. Both of you were constantly at each other's throats now, even over small things, and today wasn't any different.

“Y/n! You didn’t heat this up long enough!” Jaemin hollers, gesturing to the chocolate chip cookie on the counter top. 

Rolling your eyes, you turn around to address him. “You didn’t serve it on time and it’s cooled down, you idiot. Also, Seungkwan asked for an extra espresso shot, which you didn’t add in. Who’s the one who can’t do his job properly now, huh? I hope the boss fires you one of these days”.

As a look of hurt flashes across Jaemin’s face for a fleeting moment, you feel a small pang of guilt hit you. Jaemin covers it up by rolling his eyes at you and muttering “piece of shit”, before moving over to add the extra espresso shot as you shove the plate with the cookie on it into the oven again. At that moment, his ringtone sounds out, and he takes his phone out of his apron pocket. Colour drains from his face at the sight of the caller ID, and he hurriedly excuses himself to the storeroom, leaving you to man the counter yourself since both Lia and the other barista weren’t able to make it to work today. “Hi, what can I get for you?” you inquire, plastering a smile on your face and turning to face the customer, who asks for a cappuccino. 

You open up the mini-fridge below the counter, only to find that there’s no more milk left. No big deal, you could always get more from the bigger fridge in the store room. Heading over to the store room, you push the door open and prepare to step inside when Jaemin’s voice stops you in your tracks. “…what? The surgery costs that much? I thought it was cheaper…” 

Peeking through the door slightly, you’re greeted by the sight of Jaemin pacing around the small room and clutching onto a handful of his black hair. From his tone and demeanour, it was evident that he was in a clear state of stress. "Yes, I got the job, but I don't think my earnings from the shifts I'm working currently can cover the costs". Another pause. "It's alright. I'll just ask the supervisor if I can work more shifts. It's more important that grandma gets well. Okay, bye. Send my well-wishes to her". 

Jaemin turns around and you dart back out of the room to avoid being seen, but you still catch a glimpse of the tear drops falling from his eyes, sending a pang to your heart. Sure, you both argued all the time at work, but it didn't mean that you had no empathy for him at all, now that you had an idea of his circumstances — even if it was a vague one. You recall when he lashed out at you for spilling coffee on him just before his interview, and now you're able to better understand his reaction, thanks to the newly learned information about his grandmother’s situation. Yes, his reaction was still rude and unnecessarily harsh, but he was going through a stressful time himself. Guilt floods you suddenly as you think of all the times you'd flung harsh words at him for no reason.

As Jaemin emerges from the store room, you enter and get the milk and start preparing the customer's drink, all while this question replayed in your head: what could you do to help him?

"Y/n!" a clear voice sounds from the cash register, and you recognise it to be your regular customer and best friend from junior college – Chaewon. 

Enthusiastically returning her greeting, you inquire about her order. "Chae! What would you like today?"

Chaewon scans the menu and makes her decision. "I'll get a tall strawberry frappuccino, no whipped, takeaway". 

"No problem!" You answer, and prepare the drink for her as she goes to the side to wait. "One tall strawberry frappuccino for Chaewon!" you announce, and your friend skips up to collect her drink. 

"Thank you! Here's a tip for you – you deserve it," Chaewon adds with a wink as she stuffs a wad of notes into your hand before sauntering away. "See you in class tomorrow!"

"See you Chae!" you call back. You head into the store room, intending to keep the money in your wallet, until the sight of Jaemin's wallet peeking out of his backpack catches your attention. A thought then hits you: why not give the tips I get to Jaemin? He needs it more than I do, anyway. 

Without a second thought, your hands are already pulling the wallet out of his bag and stashing the tip Chaewon gave you into the wallet. Putting the wallet back where it was, you stride out of the room again as if nothing happened. Yeah, I'll keep doing this. Hopefully it helps to ease Jaemin's financial burden, you think to yourself.  

Thankfully, the rest of the day goes by without a hitch. “Y/n! Good job today, just finish the last order and then you can go,” your supervisor comments, giving you a small smile. “Here’s today’s pay. See you tomorrow!” she finishes, passing you an envelope which contained your day’s earnings. 

“Thank you so much ma’am! See you tomorrow!” You reply, calling for the last customer and then heading off to the store room to collect your bag. Peeking inside, you catch Jaemin gawking at his open wallet, prompting you to just stay outside and observe his reaction for a while. "No way. I don't remember receiving any tips. So how did this cash appear?" he asks himself, opening and closing his wallet repeatedly – even slapping himself at one point. "Oh my goodness. Whichever supernatural power provided me with this, thank you," he whispers, putting his cash into his wallet before shutting it again and placing it in his bag. His stressed expression melts away, and is replaced by a smile – one of relief and hope. The sight makes your heart rate increase faster than you'd like to admit, but you ignore it and exit the coffee shop, glad that you were able to do something to brighten up Jaemin's day. 

»»————-　☕️　————-««

Jaemin had gotten the green light from your supervisor to work extra shifts, so over the next few weeks you both see each other more often as all his shifts coincide with yours. Though both of you are still rather cold towards each other, you argue less with him as you force yourself to hold your tongue whenever you're tempted to spew unkind things at him, knowing that he was going through a rough time. 

And of course, you continue with your plan of secretly giving him all the tips that customers leave you – whether it was sixty cents or fifty bucks. 

Today's just another day at work, and you overhear Jaemin on the phone as you're busy whipping up drinks for customers again. "Oh my gosh, no way". 

Though you know it’s technically wrong, the saying “eavesdroppers never hear any good about themselves” leaves your memory momentarily as you prick up your ears to listen to the conversation, hoping that it was news about his grandmother. As his voice raises in pitch and grows increasingly excited, you feel your heart begin to beat faster as well, like the wings of a bird about to take off. "We only need $50 more and she can get surgery? That's fantastic news!" 

Your heart swelled with joy, so much so that you thought it would burst right there and then in the cafe. Jaemin's grandmother would be saved! Though you didn't know the elderly woman, hearing the news still made you nearly melt in relief. 

"Thank you, see you again!" you flash a bright smile to a customer as you hand them their order. 

"Thank you! Here's a tip for you!" the customer replies and hands you some cash. Accepting it gratefully, you take a peek at it, and your heart leaps even higher than before at the sight. It's a fifty dollar note!

"Just what Jaemin needs!" you whisper to yourself, stashing the note in your pocket and making a mental note to put the money in his wallet when the day was over, since it was a very busy time at the cafe right now. 

As promised, you secretly stash the note in his wallet again after your shift is over. Hopefully, this covers the costs of the surgery, you think to yourself as you pull the wallet out, unclasp it and stuff the money in. 

“Wait, it’s you?” A familiar voice sounds from behind you, making you jump and whip your head around at breakneck speed as his wallet falls out of your grip and onto the floor with a clatter. 

“Jaemin?” you blurt out dumbly, stunned by your colleague’s sudden appearance. 

“Y/n? It’s you who’s been giving me the extra money?” Jaemin responds, seemingly even more astonished by the whole situation than you were. 

It’s at this moment you realise there’s no point hiding it from him any further — he’d already discovered the "culprit" behind the extra money appearing in his wallet. “Yes, it’s me,” you sigh, handing his wallet back to him. “Look, I'm really sorry about this, but I happened to overhear your phone converstion with someone one day, and you were saying something about there not being enough money to send your grandmother for some kind of surgery or something like that. You seemed so sad and I just couldn’t bear to see it because I know it must be so stressful, having a family member who’s severely ill and not having financial means to get them treatment. So I thought I’d just quietly help you by giving you whatever tips customers left for me — I don’t really need the extra money right now. I did all this secretly, because I was worried you’d accuse me of purposefully eavesdropping or pitying you if you knew what I was doing. Also, it’d be awkward if I were to suddenly start intervening in your family matters since we’re both not really on good terms right now,” you explain, attempting to clear the air of confusion by explaining your intentions. 

For a few moments, the only sound in the store room is the drone of whatever machinery is keeping the old fridge running as Jaemin slowly processes what you'd just told him. Finally, he speaks up. "Y/n, you have absolutely no idea how much that means to me. I was so, so worried when I found out the actual cost of the surgery, and that we might not be able to pay for it on time for my grandmother to survive. For so many nights, I couldn't sleep for so long because I was so worried," he explains. "But thanks to your kind donations, we'll be able to pay for it before she gets it today. Words alone can't express my gratitude to you. Really". He looks up and meets your gaze, and his eyes are moist with emotion. 

Your lips curve into a gentle smile. "I'm glad I could help, Jaemin. I hope your grandmother's surgery goes well, and for her to have a speedy and stable recovery," you answer. 

"I'm going to the hospital to visit her now, so I'll convey your well wishes to her. See you tomorrow, y/n". As he leaves the store room, he shows you a genuine smile, the first one he'd shown you ever since you both became coworkers. 

Your heart melts at the sight, like the marshmallows you used to top orders of hot chocolate. "See you tomorrow, Jaemin". You return his smile, and continue to pack your own things as well before you leave the cafe. As much as you don't want to admit, for some reason this much more pleasant interaction has you using every single ounce of your willpower to stop yourself from squealing out in joy.

»»————-　☕️　————-««

"Y/n!" A familiar voice calls out to you as you start up the coffee machine next Monday morning.

"Oh hey, Jaemin!" You reply calmly as said boy comes up to you, looking much more relaxed and confident, compared to the usual worried and downcast expression etched on his face that had been the norm for the past few weeks. 

"Excuse me," he murmurs, reaching out for the coffee machine and dispensing some into the plastic cup in his hand that was half-filled with ice, before calmly sipping on the beverage. "By the way, my grandmother's surgery was a success, and the doctor's prognosis for her looks good," Jaemin reveals, officially putting your worries about his grandmother to rest. 

"Really? That's awesome!" you exclaim, sharing your coworker's joy over the good news. 

Jaemin nods, a radiant smile forming on his face as he continues. "On behalf of the rest of my family, thank you so much. I know this probably isn't much, but please, let me treat you to a meal one day".

Though you initially refute his suggestion and say it's not necessary, arguing that you were simply helping him out in his time of need, you eventually give in to his insistence. "How is she now? Is she recovering from surgery well?" you inquire as you pile marshmallows onto a cup of hot chocolate.

"Yes, when I visited her yesterday, she had regained some of her appetite, and though she still seemed quite tired, she had slightly more energy than before, which are good signs," Jaemin replies, blending a matcha frappuccino. "Actually, do you want to come with me to visit her after work today?" 

"Why not? I don't have anything on today, so I should be able to come," you reply. 

"Alright then!" Jaemin grins, before turning and calling for the customer to pick up their order.

You return your attention to the drink you were making, totally surprised by your exchange with Jaemin earlier — much more pleasant compared to the interactions you’d had prior to this day. Maybe the saying your teachers had drilled into your head since elementary school was true. A small act of kindness could turn a situation around — in this case, it helped Jaemin’s family afford a life-saving surgery for his grandmother, and helped you and Jaemin warm up to each other. 

»»————-　☕️　————-««

Before you both go to visit his grandmother, Jaemin insists on treating you to a sumptuous burger dinner. Which is how you both end up at a restaurant, with the juiciest chicken burger you've ever seen in your life, along with fries that have been fried to crisp golden brown perfection and a cup of iced lemon tea. 

“How’s life been?” Jaemin asks, tucking into his own burger.

“Oh, it’s been quite chill. I just finished my graduating exam not long ago and am waiting for my results to come out, so I don’t really have much to do. That’s why I took on this job — to earn some money and pass my time,” you explain, picking up a few fries and popping them into your mouth, savouring the crunch that followed. “What about you?”

“University’s been kicking my ass,” Jaemin groans. “The professors have gone ham on my class — who gives their students freaking five essays to finish in a week? On top of that, I’ve got frisbee practices after school and also this job. Luckily my grandmother’s condition has stabilised, or else I’d have even more stress to deal with,” he adds. 

“Oh my, that sounds tough. All the best,” you grunt empathetically, knowing exactly how he felt. Though you had never studied in a university, you’d just finished junior college, and had experienced days where the onslaught of homework seemed never ending, leaving you feeling as if you were going to suffocate to death under the workload that only seemed to get heavier and heavier each day. “Oh yeah — speaking of your grandmother, what exactly happened to her? If you’re not comfortable sharing this with me, please don’t feel obligated to do so,” you hurriedly add at the end. You were aware that this was a very sensitive topic, and that Jaemin might wish to keep such matters to himself. 

“About that…” Jaemin’s voice trails off, and he scratches his head as he contemplates whether to tell you or not. “Okay. I’ll tell you, since you’re the one who basically saved her life,” he decides, before beginning his story. “It was cancer. Stomach cancer. She lost her appetite, and often complained of stomach pain. Initially, we thought that it was simply a stomach bug, and we took her to the doctor who just prescribed her some medication. But she didn’t improve — if anything, she got worse. The day she began vomiting blood, we knew that something was terribly wrong. A check up at the hospital revealed that she had stage 3 stomach cancer”. 

“Oh gosh, that’s horrible,” you muse, brows forming a furrow in the center of your forehead. 

“It was. Our whole family was devastated, especially knowing that she wouldn’t have any chance of survival unless she went for surgery. But at that point of time, my dad had just been laid off, meaning that we weren’t able to afford to pay for the operation. Hence we began scrimping and saving, with my dad taking on three jobs in order to try to earn some money. My mother took on two odd jobs, while also having to look after my younger siblings at home. I was really anxious about my grandmother, and I felt terrible seeing how exhausted my parents were. So, I decided to do whatever I can to help, which is why I took on this job, thinking that the salary I’d earn would be sufficient. But the hospital called back to say that the cost of the surgery would actually be more expensive than we initially thought, since my grandmother’s case was extra complicated, and it sent me back into a panic because I knew that even with extra shifts, the money I earned might not even be able to cover the costs. Gosh, I’m so glad it’s over,” Jaemin finishes, breathing out a sigh. The tears that had welled up in his eyes, now pouring out like rain, spoke volumes just how bleak that period had been for Jaemin. 

The sight of him tearing up made your heart ache. “I’m so sorry you guys went through that,” you murmur, reaching over to rub his shoulder to comfort him. “That must have been so tough. Fortunately, you guys were able to afford the procedure in the end. You're so strong".

Jaemin nods. “And it’s all thanks to you”. 

“Now I know why you were so worked up that day,” you add, thinking back to the day when you’d had your first proper interaction with Jaemin.

A quizzical look comes upon Jaemin’s face. “Which day?” 

“The day you came to the cafe for your job interview. I spilled your drink on you, remember?” you remind him, a sheepish smile gracing your features. 

Jaemin's brows furrow as he searches his brain, trying to recall the moment you had mentioned. His eyes widen, and he snaps his fingers as the memory returns to him. "Oh! Right! Oh my, I still feel so bad about it, jeez," he exclaims, his palm meeting his forehead. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that over such a small thing. I think that's why our relationship has been so sour". 

"No, no, it's fine. That was in the past, was it not?" you say, reassuring Jaemin that you don't hold any grudges against him over past events. “I’m sorry too, for saying that I hoped the boss would fire you, when it was a time when you needed this job most”. 

“It’s alright. Honestly, I don’t even have any memory of that incident, anyway,” Jaemin chuckles, popping the last of his fries into his mouth. “You done? Let’s go, then,” he decides as you nod. 

At the hospital, you get to know Jaemin’s grandmother. She took the chance to express her thanks towards you for donating the money that went towards her life-saving surgery. "Jaemin told me all about it," she mentions. "Thank you so much. Make sure to treat her to something nice," she adds, directing her comment towards Jaemin.

"He already has, and besides, there's no need for it," you chuckle. "I’m just happy that I could help". 

Your evening ends with you and Jaemin spending an hour chatting with the affable elderly lady over the happenings in your lives, who was a pleasure to talk to. "Thank you for coming over to visit! I hope to see you again, y/n. You're coming again tomorrow, right?" she confirms with Jaemin.

"Yep, that's right. See you tomorrow, grandma. Have a good rest," he replies, giving his grandmother a hug before leading you out of the ward and shutting the door. 

The walk out of the hospital is silent, but this time it's a comfortable silence and not one that's permeated by a frosty, cold atmosphere. "So…coming tomorrow?" Jaemin asks, breaking the silence.

"I think I can come," you reply. "I should be free. If you and your grandmother are okay with that, of course," you hastily add. 

Jaemin snorts and chortles at your answer. "Of course I'm alright with it! Why would I ask you if I wasn't? And plus my grandmother literally just said she hopes to see you again," he replies. 

"Alright then, I'll come," you confirm, laughs pouring out of your mouth as well. From relentlessly firing abrasive remarks at each other to being able to laugh together, you and Jaemin's relationship sure had come a long way.

»»————-　☕️　————-««

In the days that follow, you find yourself tagging along with Jaemin to visit his grandmother more often whenever you're free after work, and having dinner with him after. Through these interactions, both of you grow closer, and the fluttering in your heart whenever he cracks a joke or pulls a silly antic increases in frequency, which you often try to suppress. As much as you try to deny it, you’ve grown fonder of him as the days go by, as he shows more and more of his true self to you. 

It's also no surprise that now the old lady sees you as her own granddaughter, and often treats you as such. You came to trust her with whatever was on your mind as well, sharing with her deeper things that were on your heart and mind and taking the sensible advice she offered. She would also humour you with many different stories, from both her own and Jaemin's childhood. 

Today, however, was slightly different. You had gone to visit Jaemin's grandmother by yourself, since Jaemin had to attend a project meeting with his group mates after work. So here you were, seated in a chair beside her bed and laughing out loud as she let you in on some of the embarrassing things Jaemin had done in his childhood.

"You know, Jaemin used to be so shy to talk to girls when he was a child. Last time, he'd come and hide behind me whenever girls tried to talk to him. I would have to coax him out just to say hi!" she explains, chortling as she relates the memory to you and your eyes go wide. Jaemin seemed so comfortable around you, you'd never have known that he was so shy as a kid.

"Really?" you ask, letting the surprise sink in.

"Yes, really," his grandmother confirms. "And whenever he liked any girl he never ever made any move to confess. He simply kept his feelings to himself and only ever spoke to me about them". 

"Wow, I didn't know," you laugh.

"Yeah, Jaemin was terribly shy as a child. Come to think of it, you're the only girl he's been this comfortable with," she adds. "I actually think he feels a certain way towards you, but he doesn't want to say anything," she adds.

"How would you know?" You inquire, brows furrowing in surprise. Surely she was wrong?

"He's always bringing you along on his visits, if you're available. And when you're not, it seems to make him feel a bit sad," the old lady begins explaining. "Every visit, he has to mention at least one thing about you – even if it's as small as the smile you gave him when he arrived at work". 

"Oh…I see". You falter in your reply, unsure of how to process what his grandmother had just told you.

"And when I tried asking him about it, he tried so hard to deny his own feelings for you. But I can read my grandson, you know. He likes you more than a friend, but he doesn't want to say anything. He's too shy, and he’s scared that he’ll spoil the friendship between you two," his grandmother adds, before shooting you a question that catches you off guard. "Do you feel the same towards him too?"

"Well I- I…" you stutter even more, unsure of your response. "Okay, maybe I do. At first it was purely due to his looks, because I always saw him order from us during my shifts and found him really handsome. But as I got to know him better, I found things about his personality attractive too. Like how he loves his family so much, he'd willingly sacrifice more of his limited time to work extra shifts to provide the money they need. And how gentle he is towards the people he cares about. There's more, but if I were to list them all I'll be here past visiting hours," you joke, while at the same time voicing your true thoughts and feelings about Jaemin.

His grandmother nods, processing your answer. "I see. From my previous interactions with you, I can tell that you're a sensible, compassionate young lady as well, and I think you'd be a good match for my grandson. Now that you know he feels the same way towards you, will you be bold and take the first step to tell him your feelings?" she asks, looking up at you with hope in her eyes. 

“I…” you trail off, not knowing if you should accede to her request. On one hand, you had come to terms with the fact that you fancied Jaemin more than a friend, and what you felt was probably not just a fleeting crush, and you badly wished to get these feelings off your chest. On the other hand, you were immensely worried about what would happen if you told Jaemin these things. 

That he would see you differently. 

That he’d reject you, and you’d have to deal with the sting that would come after. 

That the friendship between both of you would be affected. 

There was just so much to worry about!

“Y/n, I know what you’re thinking. I know you’re worried about his reaction,” Jaemin’s grandmother drawls understandingly. “But trust me, he’s thinking the exact same things as you, and because of that he’s not willing to make the first move. So, now the ball is in your court. Are you willing to take that risk?” She asks, her gaze on you unmoving. 

“I…I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it,” you answer honestly. 

His grandmother nods, grunting in understanding. “Alright then, if you wish. There’s no pressure on you to do anything, really. The choice is really yours. But believe me — it would make his day”. 

That day, you left the hospital in the biggest dilemma you’ve been in for a long while.

»»————-　☕️　————-««

It doesn’t take too long for you to make up your mind. 

“I’m gonna do it”. You declare, striding out of the store room as you tie up your apron. It’s a monday morning, and you’re back at work again.

“Do what?” Lia asks, a quizzical expression coming over her.

“I’m gonna shoot my shot”. 

At this, Lia lets the plastic cups in her hand clatter to the floor. “You’re what?” 

You move quickly to help her pick up the cups. “I said what I said. I’m shooting my shot today”. 

“Yes, yes, I heard you, but with who?” Lia speaks quickly, looking as if she’s just heard the most ridiculous new in her life. 

“Na Jaemin, duh,” you answer, stacking the plastic cups up where they should be. 

“You’re- no way.” 

“Yes way. I’ve decided I’m gonna take my chances today, and if it doesn’t go as planned- oh well, what’s the worst that could happen? At most, I get rejected and I lose a friend,” you reason, explaining your thought process — though more so to try and calm your nerves than to appease Lia’s curiosity. Truth be told, you were becoming extremely jumpy, and you felt like you were going to begin bouncing off the walls any moment.

“Are you insane? There is no way on earth he’s going to reject you!” Lia exclaims, staring at you incredulously. “If he rejects you, it means the sky’s gonna fall down tomorrow”. 

“How are you so sure?” you question, narrowing your eyes into slits as you stare at her. 

“It’s so obvious, duh. I can practically see hearts in his eyes whenever he looks at you!” she answers as she gives the countertop a quick wipedown with a cloth. “Bet he’s too shy to speak his mind, though”. 

You shrug in response, arranging a few more mugs on the countertop. “I don’t know. But I’ll see how everything goes”.

“It’ll be more than fine. Trust me,” Lia declares. “But anyway, what’s your plan?”

You whisper your plan into her ear, and her brows furrow disapprovingly. “That’s it? That’s so basic, y/n!” she groans. 

“Hey, basic isn’t always bad!” you exclaim, shoving her playfully. “If it works, it works, okay!”

“Whatever”. Lia rolls her eyes jokingly. “But just know I’m rooting for the both of you”. 

Fortunately, Jaemin shows up to work punctually, meaning that your plan can be put into action. 

“Psst, Jaemin,” you whisper, waving your hand in front of his face. “Earth to Jaemin”.

“Sorry, what?” Jaemin responds, snapping out of his momentary trance.

You can’t help but laugh at his stunned response. “Looks like the mid-afternoon coma is hitting us both — I feel it too. So, I was thinking we make each other a coffee of our choice, just to perk ourselves up. What do you say?”

“Why not? I need the caffeine fix real bad right now anyway,” he reasons, standing up from his chair and moving to where the cups and mugs were placed. “Hot, iced, or ice blended?” he asks. 

“Surprise me”. You simply respond, flashing him a grin. “And I’ll surprise you too”. 

With that, you both begin whipping up drinks for each other. 

You decide to make him a venti vanilla sweet cream cold brew, since his usual order is a cold brew, but you also know that he’s been obsessed with iced vanilla lattes recently — so why not combine the best of both worlds? Being aware that he enjoys having a stronger coffee taste in his drinks, you make his drink a little less sweet. 

This is where your plan comes to life. Picking up a marker, you write this on the cup, taking care to write where the vanilla cream is visible:

Be mine?

▢ yes

▢ no

Now, all that’s left to do is to wait for Jaemin to finish with yours, pass him the drink, and then wait for his response. 

It sounds so simple in theory, so why do my hands feel heavy as lead now? You question mentally as Jaemin reappears, looking slightly sheepish. “Y/n? I’m done with yours, are you finished with mine?” he asks softly. 

“Yes, of course! Here you go,” you exclaim, pass him the cup of cold brew and take your drink, trying to hide how your hands are shaking as if a 9.2 magnitude earthquake is taking place on them. 

The sight of your drink sends a new wave of butterflies flying right through you, while at the same time causing a laugh to bubble up in you, which you fight to keep down. 

Jaemin had made you a classic latte, but with a hilarious yet heartwarming twist. He’d clearly given his best shot at latte art, as shown from the words on the drink which have now almost dissolved into illegible, messy foam streaks. Fortunately for you, you’re still able to comprehend it. 

It’s the exact same thing that you wrote on his cup. 

You peek in Jaemin’s direction and catch sight of him gawking at the writing on his cup. “Y/n…” he trails off, his facial expression a clear giveaway of the shock he’s feeling. “I can’t believe we were thinking the exact same thing!” he exclaims, before bursting into guffaws. 

“I can’t believe it either,” you respond, now laughing your head off along with him. “Gosh, and to think I was so afraid to do this!”

“So was I!” Jaemin chuckles, sipping on the drink. “If only I knew you had almost the exact same plans as I had”.

“Well…I guess our answers to each other are obvious then,” you giggle. By now, you’re smiling so widely, the corners of your mouth could reach your ears, and you feel as if your whole chest is going to explode with how fast and hard your heart is pounding. 

“Well then, cheers to our newfound love for each other,” Jaemin declares, raising his cup and pulling you in for a side hug, all while gazing at you lovingly. 

“Cheers,” you respond, bringing your cup to his as you lean closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder as you soak up the warmth of his embrace. 

candy! a miniseries featuring nct dream’s ‘00 liners + a collection of short oneshots.

huang renjun, lee jeno, lee donghyuck, and na jaemin are a couple of buds in their senior year of high school. not a single one of them is taken and all of them probably have questionable rizz. but that’s alright, because love is love and having good rizz does not correlate with scoring a romantic relationship. (that’s why all four of them were able to find a girlfriend by the summer after graduating.)

alternatively, just a bunch high school romance aus that i mourn because i wish i was a teenage girl again instead of a tired adult.

inspired by nct dream’s mini album, candy.

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player | jung sungchan [M]

SYNOPSIS: You considered yourself an average, but you are nowhere near that. And surprisingly, after liking the handsome soccer player, Jung Sungchan secretly, he never looks at your way. Will you succeed to get his attention?

words: 4.8k (omfg, i never thought i could write this much for sungchan lmao)

pairing: soccerplayer!jung sungchan x fem!reader

content: university setting! heartrob sungchan, smart and talented Y/N, slight angst if you flinch, smut, contains profanities, junior year with dreamies and sungchan, 127 hyungs are seniors, stray kids members cameo, established relationship at the end, locker room make out, public sex

author's note: the title "player" isn't really that connected to sungchan's attitude or whatever. and i don't have any idea what to call this so he's literally a soccer player kdfjsjfdfjadfh. i like sungchan so much that i wrote till 4k. any kinds of feedback is appreciated!

"Y/N! Have you received the email that i sent?" Haechan rushes to you, hair a bit messy and his crumpled sports uniform.

You nod and continue to take some notes as you scan your iPad for more information to take in. "Come on, Y/N. Loosen up! Watch us play." He whines and sloppily sits down beside you.

Glancing at him, you cant help but laugh of the state he's in. "Donghyuck, for christ sake. I can't watch you play so awfully. The secondhand embarrassment as your friend is enough."

Haechan makes a face as he stands up again, "Jung Sungchan. I heard he's gonna teach us basic soccer. Damn, he'd pass as a coach, i guess?" Now completely ignoring your notes as you look at him properly, curiousity evident in your eyes. "Really? When does it start?"

Haechan's brows furrowed and tilted his head, "You know what, i've had enough of this little crush of yours. You've been obvious for two fucking years, why don't you send him a letter or something?"

"Haech, i've been obvious to you and to our friends about him but not to anyone." You said as your bright face drops as well as your tone.

"Oh god, stress-bada. Whatever, do what you want. I'll go back to class." He walks his way out and you have no choice but to focus on the documents that you were reading.

You're really grateful that you and Sungchan weren't blockmates or else you can't think of anything but him.

This little affection for him started since you were freshmen, you exactly remembered how you felt like the first time you interacted.

"Kick it!" A voice from the soccer field that's loud enough to make everyone pay attention. It was your second week of college, and you couldn't fathom the joy you felt when you entered the university. With new people and new goals to achieve.

You sat down at one of the benches under the tree, seeing the view of soccer players who are trying out to get in the team.

Before you knew it, you felt a slight of pain, the soccer ball hitting the side of your head.

"Ah!" You winced as the ball hit you, Haechan letting out a loud, "Oh my god." The laugh he supressed comes out from his mouth.

You opened your eyes and rubbed the part that was hit as you see someone approaching you, getting the ball with his hands. "You okay?" He asks you with his low voice making you look up and stare at him, unable to speak.

"The other student strongly kicked the ball, sorry for that."  He apologizes as he walks back to the field. And you, still unable to talk because of how beautiful the man is.

That's when you started to know him by his name. You start to pass by his room just to get a glimpse of him, and those two years of stealing glances, he never looked back.

When it was sports day, or be it foundation day, you always rooted for him. But he...never saw you. That you didn't exist in his, and you accepted that. Admiring him from afar is enough.

"Hello? Earth to Y/N?" You snap back to reality when Chenle waved his hand harshly in front of you.

"Yeah?" You replied as you stretched your arms, looking around in the room only to realize your block mates are changing into their uniforms.

"Won't you wear your sports uni?" He queries as he states the obvious. You stood up getting your bag and proceeds to change into your uniform.

The university sports wear knew exactly what they were doing. A black shirt with the university logo and a cycling shorts which definitely look good on you.

As you walked out of the girls changing room, you immediately heard whistles from your friends who are waiting for you.

"Looking good, Y/N." Jeno says as he places an arm around your shoulder, "Shut up, Jeno. What do you want?" He didn't answer but he clinged onto you instead, with Donghyuck complaining how tired he is.

With Jeno's arms around you and your friends walking to the hall, you didn't realize that your blockmates were already ligned up inside the gym and Jung Sungchan was saying something to them.

You quickly positioned yourself on the last row, thinking that you can go unnoticed since you never really mattered anyway.

But so much for a smart brain and pretty face, you can't go unnoticed.

Sungchan harshly walks infront of everyone, his shoes making a sound as he scanned the boys first.

"From now on, i'll be teaching basic soccer. I hope you'll pay attention even if we're in the same year. Coach will be expecting for your excellent knowledge after our meets."

You used to think that people can't be that tall but he proved it wrong. You unconciously fixed your top when you saw a pair of cleats on the gym floor.

"Can i get a name?" You couldn't believe it that he was infront of you, asking your name. You looked up to see him towering over you, completely unfazed while you're getting dizzy over how good he smells.

It took Winter to poke you for you to answer your name. While you were blinking a couple of times, Sungchan nodded. "I don't want you to take your time strolling the halls. I want everyone on time, we'll be on the field next class." He said as he walks to the front.

"Is he kidding? I can't believe he doesn't know you!" Jisung chimes in as he sat down on your table with his tray.

"Right? Unbelievable, that just means he doesn't really notice your crush for him at all." Chenle comments after he sips his afternoon coffee.

"Whatever, i was just starstruck to finally be able to have a conversation with him again."

"Y/N, you can't call that conversation. You just said your name to him." Says Jeno.

"It's time for you to meet someone. Go on dates, nerd." Renjun who was apparently behind you, with a stack of books in his hands.

"I could say the same for you. You seem very busy." You said as you scanned Jun with his form, he looks exhausted.

The cafe near the university had no effort in keeping you on time in running classes. It was always a place where you guys hang out, despite of being the only girl in the group.

"Where's Jaem by the way?" Jeno asks after chewing a big bite of sandwich.

"That's suspicious. You are always together." Donghyuck squints his eyes to Jeno Lee only to have a shrug answer in the end.

"What's that, Y/N?" Jisung queries as he points at the folded shirt on your lap. Oh shit. You forgot to give it to Chan.

"Fucking shit. I gotta go!" You grabbed your things including the shirt and ran towards the university's entrance, going to the locker room of the athletes.

"Chan! Shit! Sorry, Oh my God." You shout in front of the room but no one answers. Checking the time, it's 2:20. There's no one inside, right? So i can just leave it in his locker. Right.

You twisted the knob, peeking inside. You saw nothing and that's where you fucked up.

You entered the room, looking for Bang Chan's name in the locker when the door on the side opened revealing Sungchan topless with only a towel on his waist.

You raked your eyes over his form, the water droplets from his hair to his chest, his abs that's perfectly sculpted and his lower...

Looking away after checking him out obviously was the worst thing you've ever done in your whole life. But you don't regret it.

"What are you doing here?" His voice resonates in the room.

You let out an exhale, trying to form some words as he takes a step towards you.

"I--- just wanted to give this to Chan. It's his." You raised the shirt, slightly waving it.

Sungchan stepped closer until he was just inches far from you and you had no choice but to lean on the locker. "Your boyfriend?" Your eyes widened on the sudden question. "N-no! Definitely not. We're just friends."

You looked up at him and a smirk is plastered on his face, he leans in closer to your face until you can smell his minty breath.

"You know how dangerous this room is?" Every time he says a word, you can feel his hot breath on the side of your lips.

Biting your lower lip, you meet his gaze. "I was just really---"

Sungchan cursed under his breath and before you can continue what you were saying, his lips captured yours.

You kept your eyes open, not processing what he's doing. He snaked his hand on your back, the other resting on your cheek to kiss you properly.

Closing your eyes, you wrapped your arms on his neck, responding to his kisses. He bit your lower lip and slides his hot tongue inside your mouth.

"Fuck." Sungchan says in between your kisses, he bites and sucks your tongue until you were whimpering below him.

He cuts the kiss, both of you panting heavily. He steps backward, giving you some space. A glance was all it took for you to ask what just happened but the door slammed open, revealing Chan who doesnt know anything.

"Hey, Y/N! Thought you were never gonna give that back." Chan lays his eyes on Sungchan who was now opening his locker like nothing happened.

You fixed yourself, facing Chan. "Yeah, sorry for being late. I waited for you, i didn't know someone was in here but it's okay. Not that long. I gotta go!" You gave Chan his shirt and sprinted out from the room.

Walking back to your building, you touched your lips as you sigh. What now?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. You cant even write a thing on your paper.

"What's wrong with you?" Mark asks as he looks at your papers scattered on the living room.

"Nothing."

"What do you mean nothing? Bitch, you haven't written a thing and look at these papers." You look up and threw Mark daggers with your eyes.

"Shut the fuck up, Mark. Where were you, by the way?" You placed your hand on the table as you closed your eyes hoping to find peace.

"Oh, i was taking the classes i missed last term. You know, kinda late." So much for having a cousin and roomate at the same time.

"I actually saw you running at the athletes building this afternoon. Who were you after?"

You opened your eyes and your body froze. The defeaning silence was enough for Mark to burst in laughter. "Shit, something happened huh? Well, glad there's some action in your life. I heard Hyunjin talking about you last time, he's in soccer too, right? What a gorgeous man." He walks over to the kitchen.

Am i doomed? Did he badmouth me for the kiss? Did he tell his whole team? Shit.

You weren't supposed to go. But you never missed any class and that's...horrible. You strut your way to the field now with your friends usually following you.

Everyone of you lined up, waiting for your "coach" to show up.

"Alright, is everyone here? We'll be practicing the defense and the attack." There are noises from afar, you all look back only to see the rest of the players walking to the soccer field.

You were surprised to see Mark Lee with the bunch, he found you on the line and you mouth "what the fuck" but he just rolled his eyes.

Some of my team mates will be the defense, and everyone of you can try the attack. In simpler words, you will all be kicking the ball."

"Well, shit." Haechan says loudly and shamelessly that made everyone laugh.

"Ladies first." Jaemin says, not noticing he was also there lining up with the boys.

There was a protest but the majority of the girls agreed so you walk forward one by one to kick the ball. The players switching to be the defense.

You see Felix going to the middle ready to defend as your blockmates kick the ball. There was one girl who got points for the first 10 of them.

They switched to another player, this time it's Hwang Hyunjin on the defense.

You are fourth to the last of the girls to kick the ball. And when it was your turn, you felt concious like all of your confidence was gone with all the eyes on you.

"I know she's good at kicking balls." Chenle says earning a slap in the arm by Jisung. "Don't put it like that! Well, she is really a hard hitter, by the way."

You focus your eyes on Hyunjin in the middle, the ball in front of your feet. You never really looked at him that much but he looks amazing with blonde hair. God.

He spreaded his legs and his arms, like a bull ready to run to his prey, but this time, he defends it.

You step back a bit, readying your right foot to kick on the side where there is space where he can't reach but that's fucking impossible since he has long arms and legs.

You kicked the ball on the side, and it...went in. Cheers erupts due to your friends.

You see Hyunjin smirk, he let you...win. You were sure that he can reach that but he didn't. It wasn't obvious enough for everyone because he dramatically missed it.

You look at him, earning a wink as he positions again getting ready for the next attacker.

You supressed a smile as you walk back to the position where other students has kicked the ball. You traveled your eyes to the field only to meet a pair of piercing eyes, Jung Sungchan's eyes.

You never backed down on your staring, you gained confidence on how he was unable to restrain himself from kissing you. You're implying what-is-wrong-with-you-look.

He was the first one to break the eye contact to signal that it was the boys turn.

"Hey, i heard Giselle's dating Sungchan." You raised your brow to the information you heard behind you.

"Really? I thought they were just close friends. They are in the same block and Giselle's smart and pretty too. They'll look good if that's true!" Another girl says.

Well, shit. Why did he kissed me then?

You feel your stomach churn, feeling uneasy. You look at the boys who are doing the activity as you sat down on the grassy field, observing them as Winter sits beside you.

"Hey," She says as she looks at you while you responded with a nod. "You okay?" You nodded yet again, "Sorry, Wint. Not in the mood to make a conversation." You glanced at her and let out a small smile.

"Tired already?" Hyunjin walks towards you, holding a bottle of cold water. He offers it to you as you keep your eyes on him. You received the bottle without a doubt, letting out a small "thanks" while he walks back to his team.

"This man's getting brave!" Bang Chan's voice can be heard when Hyunjin returned to their bunch. You just shook your head.

It's been two weeks. Two weeks of fucking avoiding him. You wanted an explanation, sure. But is it even important when in those two weeks you keep on seeing Giselle and Sungchan even in your favorite spot in a coffee shop, studying or whatever the fuck they were doing.

In your sports class, you did your best to participate but you wouldnt go near him or even try to interact. You understood why he kissed you. He knows you're attracted to him. So he took advantage because you would never say no.

"Y/N?" Renjun shouts your name inside your apartment with Mark only to find you slouching on the couch.

"What the hell, why are you looking like a piece of shit?" He says directly, pertaining to your messy hair, the dark bags under your eyes and your loose clothes.

"There's party at 127's building, across from here. You did not forget that, didn't you?"

You raised your head up, feeling listless because of all the reading that you did. "You did, you forgot about it. God, do you even sleep?"

"I'll come with you. I will go get changed." You stood up, feeling dizzy while you walk to your room.

You supposed your decision was right, you are now inside the party of your seniors building with booming sounds, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes and the flickering lights.

You wore a bralette and a pair of high-waisted red skirt just above your knee. You felt excited as you see your friends walking towards you.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jaemin asks, placing his palm on your forehead to check your temperature.

You let out a laugh, "Come on, Jaem. I'm fine. You all go have fun, i'll be right after you." Jaem looks at you with concern as he follows Jisung and the rest of your friends to the crowd.

You went to the kitchen that ended up being a place when intimate people do things away from the crowd. You had your way in, filling your cup with water as you hear someone shout, "Alright, people! Doyoung said he'll haunt you if he sees anything on their kitchen, out!" Sungchan says as he walks towards you and you were ready to walk out of it but he held your wrist.

"Except you, we need to talk."

"Talk about what?" You look at his hand holding your wrist, he gently pulls his hand out.

"Sorry, i just really wanted to talk to you about what happened in the room." He said, leaning on the kitchen counter.

"I understand. It was impulsive, no big deal." You said as you looked at him, you saw a hint of shock painted his face.

"No big deal?" Sungchan repeats your word. You nodded and shrugged, "We're both adults, aren't we?"

He scoffs, "It was a ruse, i guess? Your friend Haechan said you like me. I overheard it, and i was a jerk for kissing you like that knowing your feelings. It was a big deal after hearing the girl i liked, is attracted to me. But i guess i was wrong, it meant nothing. So i'm sorry for trying." He lifted his face, showing a smile without any other emotion. "I sincerely apologize, excuse me."

You were too stunned to even speak as he makes his way out of the kitchen. It was a big deal after hearing the girl i liked, is attracted to me.

Holy shit. Doesn't he have a girlfriend already?

You stood there, frozen. You don't know how many minutes you wasted just to space out.

"Hey!" You darted your eyes to Giselle who just opened the large refrigerator to get a bottle of milk...

"Are you enjoying the party? God, it's noisy back there!" She looks at you, "You're really pretty by the way, no wonder my best friend likes you!" She says unconciously as she walks back to her company who was waiting for her.

Well, shit.

The party ended without you seeing Sungchan again. You were disappointed with yourself, he wanted to talk to you and express his feelings but you crossed him out.

After the day of the party, everyone seems to be so weak. Hangover caving in, but for you, you didn't even drink but you still feel drunk on the words that Sungchan said.

You anticipated for your sports class just to see him and of course, talk to him about it.

You hurriedly got changed and follow your blockmates to the field only to see him playing the other players as he kicks the ball hard, hitting the net.

"Find a pair. Play with the ball and practice kicking it and vice versa with a partner." Sungchan states, an uninteresting look on his face as he walks over to sit on the bench.

You and Chenle decided to be partners, kicking the ball with your feet without vigor. "Oh my God, Y/N!" Chenle shouts as he harshly kicks the ball that lands on your knee, "Hey! What?" He just laughs in responds and you repeated the same action after the bell rings.

You see Sungchan heading over to the Athletes building, following him as you look around. He glances at you, stopping infront of the locker room. "What now, Y/N?"

You didn't say anything, he just sighed and opened the door for him to enter.

You exhaled exaggerately, i can do this.

You opened the door, seeing him sitting down on the plastic stool in front of his locker replacing his sports shoes with a different one.

"I thought Giselle was your girlfriend that's why i avoided you," He stopped tying his shoe laces, his head still lowered down so you continued to speak. "I like you, i still do. It's unbelievably crazy why you liked me back!" You said as you take a step forward but just enough to have the distance that you want.

He quickly finished his laces and he raised his head, looking at you intently. "Come here," He pats his thigh signaling you to sit on it.

You reclutantly stepped forward and placed your hand on his shoulder and slowly sit down on his thigh sideways. "Good girl." He whispers and holds your hand, "Do you know i liked you ever since i saw you on that field smiling and laughing gracefully with your friend?"

He lets his nose touch on your cheek, "You don't know how hard it was for me to see you surrounded by such guys that was completely better than me. You are unreachable." He placed a soft kiss on your cheek. "That's why i took the chance to kiss you right then and there."

"Would you let me kiss you again?" Sungchan asks as you face him properly letting out a small, "Yes."

He smiles as he crouches to catch your lips, his kiss was slow and sensual. Lips so soft and plump that you could kiss him forever.

It was not like that for long, his kisses turned wild. He confidently bit your lip as he slides his tongue on your mouth, dominating you.

You moan in response as his hand caresses your thighs. He pulls away from the kiss making you groan, "Sungchan, please." You cling onto his neck, your legs are now wrapped on his waist, completely straddling him.

"You are so naughty." He comments as he looks at you. "Give me more." You said as you felt his poking erection at your cycling shorts.

"Damn it," He whispers as he places his hand on your ass, pushing you on the crotch of his jersey shorts. "Feel that? If you want more then i'll give you what you want."

You're delirious. You nodded and grinded on his clothed erection to find friction.

"Fuck." He runs his hand on the side of your waist, holding the hem of your shirt to take it off for you and throwing it on the side. He unhooked your bra, marveling at the sight of your perked nipples.

He lowered his head to lick and suck on your nipples alternately, his tongue circling the bud while he plays with the other with his thumb. "Oh, God. Sungchan, fuck me." You let out a loud moan, "Shhh, baby. Someone might hear you."

He stood up while carrying you, he was heading for the door. "What are you----" He pins you on the wall beside the door, his other hand reaches for the lock. "For safety." He puts your legs down, you took the cue to take off your shorts to be left with your panties.

He kneels down, lifting your other leg to see the wet patch of your panties. You leaned on the wall, closing your eyes as you felt Sungchan setting the fabric aside using his fingers. You looked down to see his face nearing on your cunt, his fingers doing slow strokes on your clit.

He placed your leg on his shoulder, your glistening cunt only for him to see. "So wet for me." He holds your legs as he licks a stripe of your pussy.

"Ah!" You covered your mouth with your palm and the other grabbing his hair, shutting your eyes as Sungchan started lapping on your cunt. His tongue penetrating your entrance. He eats like a mad man.

The supressed sexual desire and the image of Jung Sungchan eating you out madly made you reach your high as your legs shake and pupils dilate.

"Shit." Sungchan's curse vibrates on your clit as he grips your legs and lets your rub your pussy on his tongue. As he stood up wiping his lips using his forearms, he quickly wrapped his arms on your waist. He chuckles at your state.

"I'm not done with you yet," He lowers his jersey shorts as well as his boxers, his cock springing free, leaking with precum. You gasped at the sight as you look up at him.

"It's okay, baby. It'll feel good. Or do you need some prepping?" He says as he lifts your legs again for you to wrap it around his waist.

"No, i can take it." You responded weakly, your hide your face on his neck.

"Such a good girl for me." He makes you raise your chin, "I want to see you."

You leaned on the wall, arms wrapped around his neck as you felt him aligning the tip of his cock on your entrance. He pushes an inch of him that made your face contort with pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"You're fucking gorgeous." He grunts as you tried to push more of him, "Take it easy, baby."

You shook your head, craving for more of him. His patience were growing thin as you keep squirming before him.

He harshly slams his cock fully inside of you, "Sungchan!" You screamed at how he stretched your out, your walls clenching on him already.

"Shit, feels so good. Stop clenching on me or i'll fucking wreck you." He whispers on you making you feel a tight knot in your stomach.

He bottoms out only to thrust back in harshly, you were sliding higher on the wall as he fucks the shit out of you. His cock hit wonders of your pussy, the way he holds your waist as he fucks you standing up.

"C-can't! I'm coming!" You felt your orgasm caving in as Sungchan speeds up with his thrusts, the skin slapping sound resonates in the room.

Your mouth hangs open as he detached your from the wall, holding your back as he thrusts into you while standing up, your breasts bouncing at his harsh thrusts.

"Yes, just like that. Ah!" You moaned as your legs shake again and you felt Sungchan's cock twitch inside you, shooting his milk on your walls.

Your legs were weak and cannot able to wrap on his waist but he quickly supported you as you let him carry you, "Hey," He says after a long seconds of silence, "I'm on pills." You said and he chuckles at your remarks as he detaches himself from you.

He puts you down letting you sit on the stool as he fixes his jersey shorts. "I can't believe you fucked me with your shirt on."

He bursts in laughter, "Sorry, baby." He opens his locker and gets his sweatpants and some wipes to clean you up. He wiped your inner thighs as you watch him reach for your shirt and bra, the cycling shorts going inside his locker.

"Hey!" He helped you put on your clothes, "You think you can walk?" He asks genuinely.

"I can, i just need a minute." He kneels infront of you, his hand reaches for yours to play with your fingers.

"This means we're dating, right?" He asks, earning a smile and a nod from you.

"Oh, and don't worry. The other athletes have classes at this hour. No one comes in here in the morning."

"That's why you confidently fucked me in here." You snicker as his ears got all red. "Don't you have class after sports?"

"I have. I gotta catch up. Thanks for this." You point at his sweatpants as you both headed to the door. He unlocks it and you both got out, "I'll fetch you after class. Wait for me." He says as you smiled brightly, you tiptoed and kissed his cheek.

"Bye!" You walk to the direction back into your building but you were shocked to see Haechan on the hallway seeing the whole scene.

"Oh my fucking God!" He shrieks as he runs to your building as you followed him.

Jung Sungchan only chuckled at how you chased over your friend. There's definitely a lot of explaining to do.

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the stages.

SUMMARY. The stages of falling in love with your roommate slash best friend, according to Jeong Jaehyun.

GENRE. roommate!au + friends to lovers!au | fluff (lots of it)

WORD COUNT. 2.4k+ words

author’s note. here’s a small, short drabble or whatever this is. hope you enjoy it!

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Secrets | Nakamoto Yuta

Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Reader

Summary: Being in a long distance relationship is hard, especially when there are other temptations… 

Genre: Mafia leader!Yuta, LDR, angst, Parents AU

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: Sexual content, mentions of adultery 

Yuta missed you so bad. 

That was all he could think about as he strode down the plush red hotel corridor, towards his room. His muscled body, covered in inky dragon tattoos, feared by every policeman in the country… felt like a shell. 

Inside, he was just a dad. A dad whose baby daughter barely knew what he looked like.  

A woman with liquid brown eyes and a deep V-neckline stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. He recognised her from the way she’d been fluttering her eyelashes at him in the bar all night. 

“Do yakuza bosses know how to have a little fun?” she asked, spinning her gold room key on one red fingernail. 208 flashed in the low light. 

She opened his shirt pocket, dropped the key in and patted it down a little more than necessary. For a second, Yuta was distracted. His body ached with loneliness, like a red throbbing that burst into flame when she touched him. 

But then, he remembered you. 

He remembered your chuckle as his soapy hands sneaked over your chest in the shower. He remembered the sweet lavender scent of your moisturiser. He remembered the water welling up in your eyes as you squeezed his hand and said, “We’re having a baby.”

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pairing: doctor!yuta x bartender!reader

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 5.6k

synopsis: you know you can’t get involved with nakamoto yuta, but you were never really good at following the rules anyway.

author’s note: hi so this is a spinoff of and stupidly, us but it can also be read as a standalone! dedicated to the lovely j ( @lxomoons ) ♡

warning(s): there is violence/use of weapons in this so steer clear if that bothers you!

Another night, another fight. 

You’re no stranger to having to deal with drunken men brawling with each other for a reason that they themselves can’t even remember. Usually, you can settle it pretty quickly, but you seem to be out of luck today. As you try to calm down one of the men, you get an accidental (and quite nasty) right hook to the face. He hits you so hard that you crash onto the floor and directly onto shards of a broken shot glass. Luckily, your arm takes the brunt of the impact and you get away with a small gash on your forearm. 

By the time you pull yourself together, (the extremely late) security is already hauling the men away. You’re still seeing stars as you shakily stand up, feeling the stares of everyone else in the bar. You grab a roll of paper towels and tear off a sheet, dabbing at the injury on your arm. 

“You alright?” Lee Taeyong asks, suddenly materializing next to you. Taeyong is your boss and probably one of the scariest but kindest people you’ll ever meet.

“You couldn’t have sent security sooner?” you grumble, cheek still throbbing. 

“Sorry,” he says genuinely, “I was on the phone, and by the time I noticed, you were already on the ground.” 

The bar that you work at isn’t just an ordinary bar. It’s the hub for the biggest vigilante group in South Korea, NCT. Taeyong isn’t just the owner of this bar, he’s also the leader of said group. When he says that he’s “on the phone,” it usually means he’s discussing important information about NCT’s next operation. Technically, what they’re doing is good―just extremely illegal.

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Till Death Do Us Part — NJM (m).

❝ Thus with a kiss, I die. ❞

FOR @du0tine’S 21 WAYS TO KILL YOUR LOVER COLLAB. THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY OLD BLOG.

▷PAIRING: Na Jaemin × female!reader.

▷GENRE: Angst, Thriller, Smut, Yandere au, Richkid au, Fluff.

▷WARNINGS: Blood, verbally abusive parents, toxic relationships, mental manipulation, smut, mentions of guns, mentions of knives, yandere obsessive actions, poison, killing, death, character deaths, language, mature themes, graphic descriptions of killing.

▷DISCLAIMER: I do not condone or mean to romanticise relationships like those presented in this story. This is all purely for entertainment purposes. It’s fiction. Real relationships should never mirror this. This work is strictly for 18+ audiences. Read only if you’re comfortable with the themes mentioned above.

▷SUMMARY: Money rules the world. Feelings don’t. Money chooses the winner. Most people mistake winning to be the end. But what about death? What if I kill you? Will the throne be yours? Which takes precedence— your death or a crown?

Alternatively, In which Na Jaemin will never kill you without your consent.

▷WORD COUNT: 17.2k

▷PLAYLIST: Hoax; Taylor Swift, Apocalypse; Cigarettes After Sex, Teeth; Five Seconds of Summer, Until I Bleed Out; The Weeknd, My Tears Ricochet; Taylor Swift, Tennis Court; Lorde, Favourite Crime; Olivia Rodrigo.

▷A/N: if you think you’ve seen this before, you have. This is a repost. Again, I wouldn’t have enjoyed this much if not for miss Solange(@du0tine ) she’s amazing. Also, all my love to Allie (@wh6res ) my soulmate, for always being by my side and encouraging me when I burnt out and being the first one to read this mess. Please read the other works for this amazing Collab and show your love for the other writers!

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WHAT BEST FRIENDS DO | n.jm

PAIRING. best friend(ish)! na jaemin x g.n. reader GENRE. high school! au, maybe secret relationship! au hihi, FLUFF, light humor WARNINGS. swearing, mentions of food WORD COUNT. 988 PROMPT(S). “i need a hug” NOTE. the drabble isn’t actually centered around the prompt i’m so sorry ; - ; but i still hope you liked this, anon who requested ><

When Jaemin entered the classroom, uniform freshly pressed, hair styled neatly, the first thing he saw was the ghostly apparition of you, sitting on your usual seat beside him— front desk, middle row— head down with your unbrushed hair covering your entire face. He shook his head, a minuscule smile on his face as he walked up to your unsuspecting figure.

“Morning.”

You did not answer, not even a slight budge or tell that you had heard him, save for the faint rocking of your head back and forth. An indication that you were almost, if not already, fast asleep.

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the myths and legends of neo-city university; collab call

neo-city university is a place of myths and legends; stories that seem to survive the grips of time. with myths of tragedy, adoration, heartbreak, and sacrifice - neo-city university tells timeless tales of the chaos of love, the pains of growing, and the uncertainty of life.  

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