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I was offline for a few days and came back to the news that Mark left…NCT?

honestly, what is going on in the K-pop industry lately?

I'm not okay😔😫

[iluvbigh3ki]

Title: YOUR BEST FRIEND IS GAY?

Pairing: Jaemin × Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Genre: Friends to Lovers / Fake Gay Trope / Smut

Warnings: Alcohol use, explicit content, strong language

He was gay?

Or at least, that’s what you thought.

You were pretty sure of it from the way he talked about men and the way he dressed sometimes pink sweaters and carrying a lip balm always tucked in his pocket like he carried it everywhere.

The way he casually mentioned hookups and dates like it was nothing.

That was how your friendship started, actually.

He told you he was gay and asked if you wanted to be friends because he didn't want to hang out alone . You agreed easily. It felt safe, easy. There were no weird expectations.

Once, he even told you he had hooked up with Jeno, one of the most famous boys on campus.

Sometimes when he talked about the guys he hooked up with, something about his tone felt… rehearsed. But you never questioned it.

And now here you were.

Sitting in your dorm room while your roommate was out for the night, music playing softly while you and your best friend shared drinks and talked nonsense.

Mostly about men.Your head felt pleasantly light .You lifted your cocktail to your lips.

“How’d your date go?” you asked casually.

He scoffed, running a hand through his hair.

“Shitty,” he muttered. “You know this was all your idea. I’m never going on a blind date again.”

“Oh no, what happened?” you asked, frowning.

He glanced at you, his gaze lingering longer than usual.

“Trust me… you don’t want to know.”

You shrugged, too tipsy to question it.

“Okay, fine. Don’t tell me,” you laughed. “But speaking of dates… the guy I’ve been seeing lately literally doesn’t care about me.”

He stiffened slightly.“Every time we meet, he just wants to hook up. That’s it. No talking, no hanging out. He calls me, I go to his place, we do it, and then the next second he’s acting like I don’t exist.”

You groaned, leaning back against the couch.

“Maybe I annoy him or something. I don’t know.”

You took another sip.

“But the sex is kinda good, I guess.”

Jaemin’s jaw tightened.

You didn’t notice.

“But honestly…” you continued, giggling slightly, “if you weren’t gay, I’d probably let you hit it.”

Your eyes widened instantly.

“Oh my god I didn’t mean to say that out loud!”

The second Margarita was probably a mistake, but it made everything feel warm and a little funny.

For a moment, everything went silent

and Jaemin’s expression changed.

The surprise faded quickly, replaced by something darker. More intense.

The playful energy in the room vanished.

“Too late to take it back now,” he said as he stepped closer.

“You can’t just say something like that and expect me to forget it.”

Your breath caught as he moved into your space.

His hands settled on your waist, steady and confident, pulling you closer before you could react.

“Jaemin?”

His eyes locked onto yours.

“So which is it?” he asked softly “Am I ridiculous for wanting you…”

He leaned closer his eyes dropped to your lips then quickly looking up, his voice lower now.

“…or were you serious about letting me hit it?”

A pause.

“Because right now? I'm not feeling very gay.”

A faint smirk tugged at his lips.

Your brain struggled to process what he had just said.

“Jaemin… what does that even mean...? ”

Your words died in your throat when his hand slid from your waist to your chin, tilting your face up toward him.

His gaze searched yours, dark and unreadable.

“You talk too much when you’re tipsy,” he murmured.

Your heart started racing.

“Jaemin, l ...”

Before you could finish, he leaned in.

His lips crashed against yours.

For a split second, your brain went completely blank.

This was Jaemin.

The gay best friend you’d spent months talking about other men with.

But the kiss wasn’t hesitant. It wasn’t awkward.

It was confident. Intentional.

His hand tightened slightly at your waist, pulling you closer as if he’d been waiting forever to do this.

Your fingers instinctively grabbed the front of his shirt.

The kiss deepened, slow at first, then more desperate months of unspoken tension finally spilling out.

Before you could fully process what was happening, Jaemin shifted his grip on you.

“Wait” you started breathlessly. You knew if you crossed the line there was no going back.

But fuck it you need him as he needs you.

You let out a small gasp as your back hit the couch cushions and he followed, settling between your legs. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.

The movement only made the moment more real.

Your heart pounded wildly in your chest as his forehead rested briefly against yours, both of you slightly breathless.

The dim lighting cast soft shadows across Jaemin’s face as he moved from kissing your neck to your collarbone. His fingers worked at the buttons of your shirt, movements urgent but careful.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he murmured against your skin, his breath warm against your collarbone. “Every time you wore that pink tiny shirt that hugged your tits perfectly … I kept imagining being the one taking it off.”

The fabric slipped from your shoulders, pooling around your arms. His gaze lingered on your bare skin as his hands moved slowly up your torso, his palms warm against your ribs.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low.

His lips trailed down your sternum, leaving slow kisses that made your breath hitch. Your body arched instinctively into his touch.

“You’re so responsive,” he said softly.

Your breath caught when his fingers brushed the damp fabric of your panties. Without hesitation,you guided his hand lower.

“Please,” you whispered, your voice thick with need. “I need you.”

Jaemin stilled for a moment, his forehead pressing against yours as he exhaled sharply.

“You have no idea how many times I imagined this,” he muttered before capturing your lips in a rough kiss.

His other hand gripped your hip as he shifted between your legs.

“Say it again,” he murmured against your mouth. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

His lips returned to your neck while his hands worked quickly at his jeans.

“God… angel,” he breathed.

A moment later, he freed himself, his jeans pushed just low enough before he moved back over you.

Jaemin positioned himself between your legs, his hands steady on your hips.

“Last chance to back out,” he said roughly , his voice strained with effort.

Your hands grip his shoulders tightly,

nails digging into his skin as you arch

your back against the couch cushions. The

movement causes your wetness to spread

across his shaft.

"Please," you gasp, voice trembling

with need. "Don't you dare stop now. I need

you so bad."

Your legs wrap higher around his waist,

ankles locking behind his back to pull him

closer. The head of his cock slips just inside your entrance, making them both shudder at the contact.

"God, Jaemin don't make me beg anymore," you plead.

Your nails dig deeper into his shoulder

blades as you rock your hips upward

impatiently. The friction between you

becomes unbearable, making it difficult for

either of you to hold back any longer.

"Fuck me already!" You demand

desperately, your voice cracking with urgency

The last vestiges of his self-control

snap at your desperation.

Jaemin grips your hips firmly and drives forward in one smooth motion, burying himself deep inside you.

"Fuck!" he grunts loudly, his head falling

back as he savors the feeling of being fully

sheathed within you.

"You feel incredible , so tight and perfect , princess. You have no idea how long l've wanted this."

His thrusts begin immediately slow

at first but building in intensity as weeks of

pent-up desire finally find release. The couch creaks beneath them with each powerful movement.

Your back arch sharply against the

couch cushions, a sharp cry escaping your lips as you adjust to his size. Your inner walls clamp down instinctively around him, trying to accommodate the overwhelming fullness.

"Oh my god," you gasp between ragged

breaths. "Jaemin - you're so big...I can feel you everywhere."

Your legs tremble violently around his

waist, toes curling against the couch fabric as you process the overwhelming sensation ofbeing stretched open around him. A low moan escapes your throat involuntarily.

"Jae.." you breathe out shakily.

The walls of your pussy contract around

him involuntarily, milking his shaft with each

shuddering breath. Your fingers claw at his

back desperately, nails leaving red marks on his skin.

Your bodies move in perfect sync now,

sweat slicking your skin as the rhythm builds toward its inevitable peak. Jaemin's thrusts become harder, more erratic, his jaw clenched tightly against the overwhelming sensations

"Yes just like that," he grunts between

gritted teeth.

"Fuck, princess, you feel too

good. I'm not gonna last much longer."

Your orgasm hits suddenly and

powerfully, your entire body convulsing around him. The sudden tightening of your internal muscles pushes him over the edge as well.

Their climaxes hit simultaneously

a perfect synchronization of pleasure that

leaves them both breathless and trembling

Jaemin's entire body goes rigid as he empties himself inside you in hot, powerful spurts.

"Fuck - " he groans loudly, voice cracking with ecstasy.

Your vision blurs and your mind went completely blank. You cling to him

desperately as if afraid you might float away if you let go.

Your heart pounded wildly in your chest as his body rested briefly against yours, both of you slightly breathless.

“Still think I’m gay?” he murmured softly.

Your mind was spinning.

“You lied to me,” you whispered, though the accusation lacked its usual strength.

His thumb brushed along your jaw.

“I didn’t lie about everything,” he said quietly.

His gaze softened for a second.

“I just needed a way to stay close to you.”

[carlaloveslfc]

[withlovemark]

THE LOVERBOY SERIES

“you can be my lover, i can be your love”

𝜗𝜚 welcome to the dream fraternity! seven dreamy boys, seven absolutely cheesy love stories where you’re the main character! warning: you might hate yourself during the process…but what’s love without a little chaos?

contains 18+ content

I. STUPID CUPID

pairing: fuckboy! na jaemin x secret identity! reader

synopsis -> mr. cupid — anonymous radio host. running the #1 most popular radio show on campus. famous for his thoughtful advice and classified as a true hopeless romantic. na jaemin — photography major, the sweet fuck-boy. described to be affectionate and gentle…but don’t fall for his tactics! once he’s done with you, he’s gone with the wind. your best friend unfortunately happened to be on the receiving end of this. what happens when you find out that the anonymous radio host is none other than na jaemin himself? sweet revenge.

𝜗𝜚

II. FLYING KISS

pairing: childhood best friend! lee jeno x nerd! reader

synopsis -> you and lee jeno go way back, as in diapers and all that. before he was known as the chill fuckboy, he was an all time nerd! just like you! tired of being a loser who can’t even get the guy you wanted, you badly needed tips and a makeover. who’s better to ask for help than your childhood best friend, who has proven that a nerd can be sexy?

𝜗𝜚

III. SORRY, HEART

pairing: friends with benefits! mark lee x tutor! reader

synopsis -> sex helps him focus. focus he needs for your tutoring sessions. it was a win-win for mark lee when you proposed to add a stress-relief session to the schedule. the favorite fuckboy and the girl who doesn’t believe in love equals the ultimate friends with benefits set-up. it’s the perfect dream team! but uh oh…it seems like mark has been shot by cupid’s arrow. will mark survive all of your attempts at pushing him away?

𝜗𝜚

IV. IRREPLACEABLE

pairing: enemy! lee haechan x ex bff! reader

synopsis -> lee haechan, theatre major, absolutely hated your guts. you felt the same exact way. the only girl in this whole university that hasn’t fallen for the most popular fuckboy’s charms. which is why it sucks that you have both landed the main roles in the theater’s upcoming play, romeo and juliet. what was that saying about love and hate being a thin line?

𝜗𝜚

V. MY FIRST AND LAST

pairing: bff! zhong chenle x fake gf! reader

synopsis -> zhong chenle, the lowkey fuckboy, captain of the basketball team, doesn’t believe in romance. flowers? chocolates? handwritten letters? ew. too cheesy. but he can’t seem to shake this crazy girl off of him so he goes to you, his best friend, cheerleading captain, for help. will you be his fake girlfriend? sure. the catch? it has to be believable so for the first time in his life he buys the flowers and the chocolate and writes the handwritten letters.

𝜗𝜚

VI. BREATHING

pairing: fuckboy! jisung x convenient gf! reader

synopsis -> park jisung has sworn off love after being cheated on. he’s been doing a really great job breaking hearts and not looking back. the boys are worried that they’ve taken fuckboy101 too seriously and have now created the ultimate fuckboy. this conversation was heard by your group of friends who never backs away from a challenge. and so the bets are on: get the ultimate fuckboy to fall in love with you and you’ll get $125 from each friend. deal?

𝜗𝜚

VII. I HATE FRUITS

pairing: fake bf! renjun x best friend’s gf! reader

synopsis -> huang renjun, the fuckboy by association, couldn’t care less about romantic relationships. he’s perfectly fine with being single — prefers it, actually. when he accidentally drops a box on your head and you wake up with temporary amnesia, he’s forced to finally take care of a person other than his own self. what’s worse? you think he’s your boyfriend.

EXTRAs: loverboy links (18+ only), loverboy (wayv edition)

DELETED SCENES: #1.

BONUS SCENES: loverboy sundays!

authors note: this is a work of fiction only and should not be taken seriously. the way the dream boys are portrayed in these stories are obviously not a representation of who they are in real life. thank you and have fun reading!

⏦ﾟ♡︎ likes, reblogs and comments are not required but is very appreciated ⏦ﾟ♡︎

if you enjoyed this series and would like to show extra love and support, my ko-fi is open <3

[j0shuahongs]

Just The Tip

pairing: na jaemin x female reader

genre: smut (kinda pwop)

warnings / tags: dub-con, panty grinding, accidental penetration, apologetic whiny!jaemin, big dick!jaemin

wc: 1.5k

a/n: somewhat connected to this jaemin panty fucking fic, but can be stand alone.

You gasp as Jaemin presses himself against you, the solid heat of him obvious even through the thin cotton of your panties.

He’s got you pinned at the edge of the bed, hips rolling forward in slow, deliberate thrusts that drag his cock right along your soaked folds. The fabric is damp, clinging, doing absolutely nothing to hide how turned on you are — how every movement has you aching.

“Fuck,” he mutters, breath hot against your neck, hands firm on your hips as he grinds harder.

His cock slides up your slit again and again, the blunt pressure catching on your clit every time, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through you without ever quite giving you what you want. It’s torture, the way he keeps himself just shy of where you need him, the rule unspoken but clear — no penetration. Just this.

Your panties are completely ruined now, slick enough that you can feel how wet he’s made you through the fabric. Jaemin groans low, hips stuttering when his cockhead nudges insistently at your entrance, still separated by that thin barrier.

He leans in, teeth grazing your jaw, breath uneven.

“You feel so fucking good like this,” he murmurs, like it’s taking everything in him not to lose control.

Then it happens.

On a sharper thrust, the fabric shifts. Just enough.

You both freeze as the head of his cock slips past the edge of your panties and presses straight against your bare entrance — warm, smooth, unmistakably skin on skin. It’s only the tip, but the sensation is immediate and overwhelming, a sudden stretch after all that teasing denial.

You suck in a breath, body tensing as your walls flutter around that accidental intrusion.

Jaemin swears under his breath, hips locking in place instead of pulling away. You can feel how hard he is, how the tip twitches against you, caught right at your opening.

His hands tighten on your hips like he’s grounding himself.

“Shit… I didn’t mean to—”

He cuts himself off when you clench, your body betraying you as you squeeze around just that much of him.

The panties are bunched uselessly to the side now, forgotten, and every tiny movement sends sparks up your spine. Jaemin shifts just a fraction, not pushing deeper, just letting the head slip in and out by accident, testing.

Your slick coats him instantly, making the sensation messy and unbearable.

He lifts his head to look at you, eyes dark, voice rough.

“Please,” he says quietly, like he’s asking instead of taking.

“Just like this. Just the tip. Don’t make me stop now.”

Your knees threaten to give out, the partial fullness making everything throb. You nod before you can overthink it, breath catching as you whisper his name.

That’s all the permission he needs — not to thrust, not yet, but to stay right there, pressed into you, letting the tension coil tighter and tighter between your bodies.

His eyes darken with raw hunger, and he exhales sharply, his grip tightening on your hips.

Slowly, he pushes forward, the swollen head of his cock stretching your slick entrance, sliding in with a deliberate drag that makes your walls clench around him.

The sensation is electric—bare skin on skin, no fabric between you now, just the intense heat of him invading your core.

Your panties remain pushed aside, the damp cotton brushing against your thigh as he holds still, buried only to the tip, his shaft throbbing against your folds.

But Jaemin's restraint cracks almost immediately. You feel it in the way his breath stutters, his muscles tensing under your touch.

“God, you're so fucking tight,” he groans, his voice low and strained, like he's fighting every instinct to plunge deeper.

He rocks his hips in tiny increments, pulling back just enough to tease your opening before nudging in again, but each time, he sinks a fraction further.

The stretch builds gradually, his thick length inching past that initial barrier, your pussy yielding to the slow intrusion with wet, sucking sounds that fill the air.

You gasp as another inch slips inside, the fullness making your inner muscles flutter and grip him tighter.

He's obsessed, you can tell—his gaze locked on where your bodies connect, watching his cock disappear bit by bit into your raw heat. Sweat beads on his forehead, his control fraying as he murmurs,

“I can't… fuck, it feels too good. Just a little more, please.”

His hands slide up to your waist, pulling you closer while he thrusts shallowly, each movement burying him deeper without fully committing.

The friction is maddening, your juices coating his veined shaft, easing the way as he loses himself in the velvet squeeze of your depths.

Your legs wrap around him instinctively, urging him on despite the original boundaries, and he takes it as silent approval.

Another slow push, and half his length is sheathed inside you now, the pressure hitting that sensitive spot deep within. Jaemin's hips stutter, his pace faltering as he fights the urge to ram home—but the obsession wins out.

He leans down, capturing your nipple between his teeth, sucking hard while he inches even further, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with a jolt of pleasure-pain.

“You're pulling me in,” he rasps against your skin, his control shattering as he starts to fuck you in earnest, slow and deep, addicted to every slick slide into your clenching pussy.

Your mind races with the intensity of it all, the line between tease and surrender blurring as Jaemin’s cock sinks deeper into your soaked pussy.

The fullness is overwhelming, every ridge and vein dragging against your sensitive walls.

A flicker of the original boundary sparks in you.

“Jaemin, wait—”

Your breath stutters, the words falling apart as your body stays pressed to his, heat pooling low in your stomach.

He stills immediately, eyes wide with a mix of shock and desperation.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers shakily. “I’m trying—”

He shifts like he means to pull back, but the moment he moves, your body tightens around him. The heat of you is too much.

His breath breaks, control slipping completely as his hips snap forward instead, burying him to the hilt in one desperate thrust.

“I’m sorry,” he chokes, voice cracking as he loses himself to the sensation.

He doesn’t stop.

And you don’t make him.

Your pussy stretches around his full length, the sudden depth making you cry out, stars bursting behind your eyelids from the raw friction.

“Sorry, fuck, I'm so sorry,” Jaemin apologizes again, his words tumbling out in a frantic rush, but his body doesn't listen.

He pulls back only to slam in harder, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room as he sets a brutal rhythm. Each plunge is unyielding, his thick shaft pounding into you with relentless force, hitting that deep spot that sends jolts of unwanted ecstasy racing up your spine.

You feel every inch of him claiming you, his balls slapping against your ass with each powerful drive, your juices squirting out around his pistoning cock, soaking the sheets beneath.

He leans over you, forehead pressed to yours, sweat dripping from his brow as he groans apologies between gritted teeth.

“Can't stop… you feel too fucking perfect inside. God, your pussy's milking me—sorry, baby, I swear I'll make it up to you.”

But his thrusts only grow more savage, hips grinding against yours in a frenzy, the head of his cock battering your cervix with every brutal entry.

Your legs tremble, locked around his waist despite your protests, your body arching into the invasion as pleasure coils tight in your belly, betraying your words.

Jaemin's breath hitches, his pace faltering as his release builds.

“Shit, I'm gonna—”

He yanks himself out abruptly, the sudden emptiness ripping a whine from your throat before you can stop it. Your pussy clenches around nothing, aching and hollow from the loss, walls fluttering desperately as if begging him to fill you again.

He strokes his slick cock furiously, veins bulging under his fist, and with a guttural moan, he erupts. Thick ropes of hot cum splatter across your panties, the fabric already pushed aside now drenched and sticky, some landing on your mound and dripping down to mix with your arousal.

He paints you messily, pulse after pulse coating the cotton barrier that started it all, his body shuddering as he milks every drop onto you.

You whine louder, the sound needy and involuntary, your hips bucking up toward the warmth of his spend even as the emptiness throbs inside you.

Jaemin collapses beside you, chest heaving, his hand gently stroking your thigh as he catches his breath, eyes flicking to your face with a mix of guilt and lingering hunger.

[pedripics]

Do you depend a lot on him, especially you, because he is your driver?

Ferran: "Mate, I wasn't talking about football at all. I've had to drive for a month, and I don't like it (laughs)"

Pedri: "When I get injured, he says, 'Bloody hell, I don't have a driver anymore."

What is that routine like?

Pedri: "The night before, at eight or nine, he starts texting me… What time are you coming to pick me up? Not even 'can you pick me up please?'. It's like hiring an Uber... Well, the night before, he texts me, “You're going to pick me up at such and such a time, right? ” 'OK, yes.' The next day, I get in, he comes with his coffee, he's having breakfast, nice and calm. One day he is going to get in and tell me 'Please don't talk to me, just drive.' (laughs)"

[traumainpyjamas]

NCT JNJM \\ Mood Film : WHICH ONE IS YOUR BEST SIDE?

[goldenspoonss]

Every day I wake up thanking God for my eyes🤧

[goldenspoonss]

I’ll always be in their corner✨

[sungchoi]

Back To The Start

Pairing: Na Jaemin x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You’re convinced that Jaemin doesn’t care about you, despite having a physical connection for over a year. You expected to spend Valentine’s Day alone again; until confrontation gives way to tension & unsaid feelings that neither of you can ignore.

Genre/Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, oral (f. rec), fingering, dirty talk, teasing, slight angst, fluff

WC: 6.1k

A/N: Mal here!! 🌸 It’s my first ff that I’m actually publishing and fully writing. It’s heavily inspired by ‘Back To The Start’ by Somo!! I’m sooo excited guys omg. I wanted this to be published on Valentine’s Day, but yk..life happens💔it’s okay though. It’s not a major factor in the story guys

It was the day before Valentine’s Day.

Most people were out shopping for gifts for their significant others, planning dates, writing letters, looking for the fanciest restaurants.

Meanwhile, you were in your best friend’s apartment, crying over a guy you weren’t even dating.

“I just- I don’t know. I just wish he would see me the way I see him. It’s not just sex to me.”

Your hoodie was practically drenched from the way you constantly wiped your tears away. It was honestly sickening to watch.

The only person who’d ever see you like this was Renjun, your best friend of seven going on eight years.

“Y/n, you’re so pathetic; it’s making my stomach ache.” Renjun grimaced as he listened to you vent about the same fuck-boy for the 80th time this month.

His words made you giggle for the first time that day. “Bitch, you’re just hungry.”

Renjun was the only person who knew about your situation with Jaemin. He hated him and his friend-group full of whores, but he knew how much you were in love with him.

That didn’t stop him from being honest with you, though. You needed to open your eyes, and let Jaemin go. But, you just couldn’t. You knew he had a big heart deep down; you just needed to figure out how to unlock that side of him.

“Yeah, that I am. And I’m also sick of your shit. You’ve confessed to him during sex and he never says it back? Y/n, you can’t keep doing this to yourself.” Renjun sighed, deeply disappointed in how pitiful you’d become.

“You care too much, while he doesn’t care at all.” Renjun got up from the couch as he spoke, “Let’s go get something to eat. You’re paying, since you’ve pissed me off for the day.”

You smacked your teeth as you followed his lead out the door, but you weren’t actually upset. This was Renjun’s way of getting your mind off of Jaemin. He knew you weren’t leaving him alone any time soon, so he decided to distract you for the time being.

⏾

At the same time you were out with Renjun, Jaemin was hanging with his friends. Low music playing in the background as they all sat around in the living room listening to Jaemin talk. Ironically, you were the topic.

“That’s what you get for having sex with the same girl more than once, dude.” Haechan was the first to speak after Jaemin’s complaints. He took a sip from his can of beer as he manspread all over the couch.

“Agreed. I’m starting to think you’re in love with her sorry ass, too.” Chenle suddenly piped in, eyes fixated on the TV as he looked for a new song to play.

Jaemin closed his eyes as he shook his head and chuckled. “She’s just another one of my fuck buddies. No more than that.”

Jaemin loved to lie to himself when it came to you. The two of you had been hooking up since last year, which was a rare occurrence. He fell in love with you the moment he saw you, but he’d never admit that.

Everyone knew about Jaemin never committing to anyone. He’d have a new girl to hook up with every week. But as soon as you came around, nobody ever saw him with another girl again.

It was all about you. He thought he’d have sex with you once, and then move on after that. But he found himself outside your apartment the following week. And every week after that. There was something about you — something he never felt with anyone else.

“Sure.” Haechan deadpanned, obviously not believing a word coming out of Jaemin’s mouth.

Silence settled in the room as the music continued to play. Everyone attended to their own business since the conversation was over.

Eventually, Jeno nudged Jaemin silently. He looked up from his phone and at Jeno with a confused look.

Jeno motioned for him to follow him to the kitchen, secluded from everyone else. Jaemin immediately got up and followed.

Once they were alone, Jeno sighed and looked at him with firm eyes. “Look, I know you were just spewing bullshit out there with the guys about Y/n. Did you forget the way you spoke about her when the two of you first met?”

This caused Jaemin to frown. “What?”

“Dude. Come on. You’re my best friend, I know you. You know you love her. It’s just hard for you to say.” Jeno paused, taking a sip from whatever bottle he was holding. “Trust me, I get it. Your ex was a real bitch, and you know I hate saying that word.”

Jaemin’s gaze turned to the floor at the mention of his ex. She ruined him for the worst. He hasn’t been the same since they broke up, filling the void with meaningless sex with various different girls. He didn’t even know what he was doing with himself anymore.

It was hard for Jaemin to keep his walls up around Jeno. The guy knew him better than anyone. He was the only one there for him when his ex broke up with him.

“You’re scared Y/n’s gonna do you the same way she did. But you gotta let that shit go, bro. Not every girl is like her. You just got unlucky.”

Jaemin crossed his arms. There was suddenly an uncomfortable feeling in his chest. “I don’t know, man. I’m just gonna end up hurting her like I do with everyone else. I don’t wanna do that. She’s too sweet.”

He couldn’t even believe that he uttered those words. Since when did he care about hurting you?

“Dude, you obviously care about her. Just allow yourself to accept the love that she’s willing to give. She’s not responsible for anything you’ve been through. Stop holding her accountable for the shit your ex did.”

Jaemin fell silent as Jeno clocked him again and again. His mind was all over the place. What should he do about you? The last time the two of you spoke, you were yelling at him with tears in your eyes as you expressed how hurt you were. He hated how that moment kept playing in his mind and how much it hurt him to see you like that.

He had done enough damage. He thought it’d be better to leave you alone for good. But as the days went on, he realized how hard it was to be away from you. All he wanted was to be in your embrace.

Jeno sighed once again, getting sick of his lack of words.

“I’m not trying to tell you what to do, or get in your head. But I just want you to see it for how it is. Please just talk to her, man. Before she moves on and finds someone else.”

That last sentence set Jaemin off. That was the last thing he wanted. Anything but that. He grabbed his keys and flashed Jeno a determined look.

“Thanks, man.” Those were the only words he uttered before making his way out of the kitchen. Not even bothering to glance anyone else’s way, he reached for the front door and unlocked his car door.

⏾

Renjun took you to your favorite spot. Of course, you had to pay for everything, but that didn’t bother you. As long as you were feeling better, you didn’t mind.

The two of you had finished your meals ages ago, talking and laughing about old times as you walked around your favorite mall. That’s when your phone suddenly vibrated, stopping you in your tracks. You slowly pulled it from your back pocket to see what the notification was.

Jaem 💕:

‘Are you home? We need to talk.’

Your heart dropped to your stomach. Renjun grew worried as your expression shifted. “What did he say?” he questioned, already knowing who messaged you.

“He asked if I’m home and said we need to talk...” Your voice trembled as you spoke. The last time the two of you spoke was two weeks ago when you were screaming at him for hurting your feelings. You were embarrassed and horrified.

“Do you want me to drop you off at your place? I honestly think you two should talk, too.” Renjun pointed towards the exit as he spoke. You quickly nodded and headed towards the door.

You:

‘I was out with Renjun. I’m otw home now.’

Jaem 💕:

‘Okay, can we go to my place and talk? I won’t try anything, promise.’

You:

‘Yeah we can.’

The car ride was so silent that you could’ve died. Renjun didn’t know what to say, but you really wished he would run that big mouth of his right now. You were losing your mind with this silence.

“Renjun, please, say something. I’m losing my mind.”

He kept his eyes fixed on the road, his expression not changing. “All I can say is ‘good luck’ because girl, I really don’t know how this is gonna go.”

He had a point. You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into, either. Maybe you should’ve just blocked him instead. This was one of the scariest situations you’d ever been in.

You reached the parking lot of your apartment. Renjun parked the car beside Jaemin’s. You saw him in the driver’s seat, looking as beautiful as ever. The troubled look on his face didn’t go unnoticed, though.

You opened the car door, which grabbed his attention. He turned to face you, and rolled down his window.

Renjun’s eyes burned into his skin. Jaemin knew how protective he was over you, and how much he hated his guts for treating you like shit.

“You better not try any stupid shit, bitch. I know where you live.” Renjun spat at Jaemin from the driver’s seat. You immediately looked back at him.

“Renjun, be calm.” You gave him that ‘I’m gonna be fine’ smile, even though you weren’t sure if you were gonna go home happy or sobbing tonight.

“It’s fine, I understand.” Jaemin assured, giving an awkward smile.

Renjun sighed and let it go. He put his car in reverse and began backing out of the parking lot after you shut the car door behind you.

You rushed to the passenger seat and closed the door. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, just at your shoes as the car began to move.

The music playing on the radio was the only noise that could be heard during that car ride for about ten minutes. You didn’t know what to say, and neither did he. It was awkward. You didn’t know whether to apologize or wait for him to speak first.

“Okay, so are we going to talk on the way there or are you just going to wait until we’re at your house to say something?” You mustered up the courage to finally ask the question you had been wondering this whole time.

“What do you want to talk about?” He spoke as his were glued to the road, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on his lap. You missed seeing those pretty hands of his and what they’d do to you. But now wasn’t the time to be thinking about that.

“I want to know why you decided to pick me up and talk to me after two weeks of no contact. Why the sudden change of heart? You literally didn’t care about me the whole time I was in your face saying all that bullshit.”

You decided to be honest. It was time to stop holding back on the things you wanted to say to him. Forget worrying about his feelings; he never cared about hurting yours.

“Oh, look, we made it.” Completely ignoring your words, Jaemin turned off the engine and exited the car. You slowly followed soon after.

He threw you the keys and walked to the trunk of his car.

“Get inside and go up to my room. I’ve got to get a few groceries out my trunk. I promise I heard what you said, though.” He waited for you to turn and enter the house before retrieving the items from of his trunk.

Without any further questions, you unlocked the front door. The delicate scent of the Peach Blossom fragrance that Jaemin loved so much filled your nose the moment you walked in. You could never get tired of it, no matter what.

The dim lights in the living room, with clean, white furniture and family pictures hanging on the walls felt all too familiar. You had to admit, you missed being at his place, even if it were just brief hookups.

Already knowing your way around, you decided to find the bathroom. You hadn’t realized how much of a mess you looked with that damp hoodie on. You quickly peeled it off of you, leaving only your tank top on.

You examined your appearance, fixing your hair, redoing your mascara, and reapplying your lipgloss. It was like second nature for you. It didn’t matter if you were in a ridiculous situation right now. You refused to not look your best.

About ten minutes had passed since you first came into the house. You let the time pass as you doom-scrolled on your phone while sitting at the edge of Jaemin’s bed. You were starting to grow impatient, wondering why he picked you up just to leave you waiting.

After what felt like a century, Jaemin knocked on the wall to make his appearance known. He leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms. You couldn’t read his expression. He was grinning, but you couldn’t tell what it meant.

He wore an open jacket with a tank top underneath. You were starting to think it was on purpose. He knew you loved seeing him in tank tops. You were a sucker for his biceps.

“Tell me, baby. What is it that you want?” He spoke in that low, seductive tone he always used on you. It worked like a charm every single time.

“What do you mean?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him. There were a lot of things you wanted right now. You weren’t sure which one to say first.

Jaemin’s expression didn’t change. He remained calm and patient. What game was he trying to play?

“What you were telling me two weeks ago. Tell me why you were upset. I want you to be honest and say what you want me to do.”

“I think...” You thought to yourself for a minute. Looking back on that ‘argument,’ you had to think about why you were even yelling at him in the first place.

“I think that after we had sex, I was just upset that you weren’t giving me what I really wanted. Like, I didn’t just want sex, y’know?”

Your hands rested on either side of you, gaze fixated on the floor. You were never the type to yell at someone while crying. You were ashamed that you showed that kind of vulnerability with him.

“Y/n, look at me.”

You silently obeyed, eyes traveling upwards to meet his.

“Come here.”

That low tone made you move instinctively. Were you even thinking, right now?

He slowly brought your hand up to his lips, placing a soft peck. His eyes never left yours. You were entering a trance.

“Describe it to me, baby. Tell me what you wanted.”

It was so easy for you to fall for him. Every. Single. Time. All he had to do was look at you a certain way, and you were already gone. There was no going back, and you knew it.

“I w-wanted you to show passion.” You tumbled over your words, nervous to dive deeper into what you wanted.

“It didn’t feel like it meant anything. It’s as if your heart and soul weren’t in it, and that’s all I wanted.”

A sudden wave of confidence washed over you. Describing the type of sex you wanted was certainly making you hornier than you thought.

“I love you, Jaemin.”

Pulling him into your embrace, you stood on your toes and whispered in his ear.

“I want you to make love to me, not just meaningless sex.”

If Renjun knew you were verbally expressing your love to Jaemin once again, he’d call you the dumbest bird he’d ever met. But you didn’t care. You were going to make sure Jaemin knew how you felt. You were never afraid to express your love for anyone.

Jaemin wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. He leaned his head down to your ear as he spoke in that same low tone.

“Let me make it up to you.”

His began placing soft pecks on your jaw and down to your neck. The kisses were slow, patient. It was as if he were taking his precious time to appreciate you as his hands explored your body.

You softly exhaled as he caressed your body. This wasn’t what you were used to with him. He was never like this.

“I miss you inside of me, Jaemin.” You teased, using that sweet tone that always made him fold for you.

Jaemin brought his face back up to yours. The grin on his face grew wider.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?”

Next thing you knew, he was smashing his lips onto yours. It was quick and rough, he didn’t give you time to process.

He began pulling down the straps of your tank top and bra, tossing them somewhere on the floor. You let him have his way with you. He said he was making it up to you, so why would you stop him?

It didn’t take long for him to unbutton your pants and tug them down, along with your underwear. You quickly got out of them, never breaking the kiss while doing so.

Jaemin slowly pulled away from the kiss and backed away, leaving you confused.

There you were, completely bare right before his eyes. He admired every curve of your body, and how beautiful your skin looked in the dim lighting of his room.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.”

Jaemin was in awe of how beautiful you were. He’d never taken the time to fully appreciate your body. You were growing a little nervous as he took a picture of you with his eyes.

After Jeno’s words of encouragement, Jaemin felt like a new man. He was finally allowing himself to really see you. And he loved every second of it.

Eventually, he quickly took off his jacket and his tank top. Those biceps were just as big as they’d always have been. You loved how perfect his body proportions were. It was hard to believe a man this perfect-looking was giving you the time of day.

His lips were back on yours, cupping your face as your tongues danced together. He guided you to the bed, never breaking the kiss, and laid you down gently.

Taking his sweet time, Jaemin placed open kisses on your neck, and all the way down to your breasts. He stopped at your nipples, lightly sucking on one as he pinched the other.

You were a sucker for foreplay. He knew that. He got more than just one soft whine from you. Your hands found his hair and gripped softly, growing more aroused as he watched you.

His kisses trailed down until he reached your inner thighs. You could barely stay silent as he teased you, leaving hickeys instead of giving you what you really wanted.

You weren’t going to complain, though. This wasn’t like the rushed sex you’d usually had.

He dipped his head down a little more, stopping right before his lips came into contact with your clit. His eyes met yours, and you could feel your heart skip a beat.

“You okay?” His low, sultry tone made you throb as his warm breath hit your clit. He gave you a sweet smile, as if he were seeing you for the first time. Was this the same Jaemin as before?

You quickly nodded. “I’m okay.” You assured, copying his smile.

Without a second thought, Jaemin’s tongue circled around your clit in a steady rhythm. You threw your head back as a soft moan slipped past your lips. This caused Jaemin to pick up his pace.

His tongue licked between your folds, and suddenly two fingers slowly entered your cunt. You couldn’t help but whimper at the new sense of pleasure.

Jaemin’s eyes never left your figure. He was enjoying every second of toying with you, finding new ways to learn your body.

Not too long after, you were starting to feel like he was enjoying this more than you were. He closed his eyes, moaning against your clit, sucking harshly as he continued to thrust inside you. The wet sound of your cunt was so obscene in that quiet room.

“J-Jaemin,” you stammered, feeling a familiar knot form in your lower stomach. Your thighs squeezed around his head as you got closer.

“I know, baby.” He cooed, bringing his head up just enough to look at you. “Let it all out for me.”

That was all you needed before your liquids pooled outside of you. Jaemin watched you unfold before him. Thighs trembling, pornographic moans, back arching.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” He murmured, before removing his hands from inside you and sucking them delicately. “So sweet.”

Crawling back up to you, he kissed you slowly, making sure that you tasted yourself on his tongue.

“How was it?” He panted, cheeks a rose pink as he looked at you with hopeful eyes. ‘So cute,’ you thought to yourself, cupping his face.

“Perfect.” You whispered, smiling sweetly as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He had just done so much for you; it only felt right to pay him back. You wanted to make him feel just as good.

“Let me on top. I wanna ride you.” You looked at him with a smoldering gaze, hoping he’d say yes.

“Uh-uh,” he replied, shaking his head. “Tonight is all about you, baby. What you want.” He brushed your hair out of your face, as if he didn’t just reject your request.

You pouted, feeling a bit disappointed. “But, I wanna make you feel good.” You argued, not wanting to take ‘no’ for an answer.

He started placing wet kisses on your jawline. “You will, baby. You will.”

You closed your eyes, biting your swollen bottom lip as you felt his bulge grow harder in his pants. A moan escaped your lips, anticipating the next sequence of events.

He removed his undergarments with one swift motion, wasting no time. His pretty, pink tip already dripped with pre-cum, you couldn’t help but stare.

You almost drooled at the sight, forgetting how thick he was. Hell, it had been two weeks since you last had this.

“Missed me that much?” he teased, a sly grin portrayed on his face. You let out a slight chuckle, coming back to reality. “Shut up.”

Jaemin examined you once again — more so, your cunt. You were still dripping to the core from his previous assault.

He positioned himself right at your entrance, moving painfully slowly as he used your slit as lube. You watched as he fully inserted himself into you. Your hole knew him all too well. It didn’t take much for your walls to wrap around him quickly.

You gasped softly once he was deep inside, mouth agape as you closed your eyes. He went at a normal pace — not too fast, not too slow.

A hand gently snaked around your neck, while the other held your waist. “I missed you so much, pretty. You know that?” He didn’t even give you a chance to respond before kissing you softly.

Everything was so gentle, like he actually cared for you. He focused more on pleasing you rather than himself. And as much as you appreciated it, you wanted more.

“Faster, please,” you commanded, feeling desperate. It was hypocritical for you to say that, when you always begged for slow sex. But, you couldn’t care less. He said it was all about what you wanted.

There wasn’t a word spoken as he quickened his pace. You choked back a moan, feeling the sensation. But it wasn’t enough. You needed more. “Please,” you begged, “don’t hold back.”

Jaemin chuckled at your last words; something had switched in his eyes. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into. “Okay, just make sure you keep up.”

You felt his words before you could even process them. Jaemin fixed his posture and drove himself deeper and quicker inside of you. Both hands gripped your waist tightly as he steadied himself.

Loud, pornographic moans escaped your lips as you arched your back. This was nothing like before. Ragged thrusts dragged his cock against your oversensitive walls as you lost your mind.

He didn’t stop, nor did he even consider it. You got him started, and he wasn’t going to finish until he got what he wanted.

Leaning down to kiss you sloppily, his hand found your hair. He tugged it harshly, continuing to abuse your hole.

“S-slow d-“ you faltered, but he didn’t let you finish.

“This is what you wanted, baby. I thought you could handle it?” His deep, sultry voice made matters worse. He had that evil smirk on his face; he knew what he was doing to you.

You couldn’t even speak. He was right — this *is* what you wanted. It’s exactly what you begged for. You can’t go back on your word, now.

Your throat began to ache as you continued to scream. A harsh spank to your ass made your body jump. That definitely left a mark.

“Been wanting to do this ever since that night,” he spoke in between his heavy breaths. You didn’t know how he had the stamina to even speak, right now. “Wanted to make it up to you so badly, but you were gone before I could say another word.”

He was right. You screamed and cried at him for what felt like hours. All of your anger and frustration was directed at him. You had your own opinion of how he felt about you, and you verbally expressed it that night, no matter what he told you.

You were out the door before he could even process anything. It started as just a heated conversation, and quickly unfolded into something far worse. He sat in his living room, dumbfounded as the silence filled the space.

“I never wanted you to feel like I didn’t care, because I do. I always have.”

He leaned down to kiss your cheek. “It’s just hard for me to show it.”

You couldn’t even form a single thought. What was he saying? You were too busy feeling him in your gut to even respond. Listening to him say all this while he tortured your hole felt unreal.

“I wish you knew how much I think about you every day,” he panted. “Your pretty face, sweet voice, soft skin. All of you.”

You whimpered hearing his words. Your chest heaved with rapid, uneven breaths as you felt your orgasm rushing towards you.

You were finally seeing the side of Jaemin that you yearned for — the side where he confessed all of his feelings to you. Maybe you weren’t just a body to him, after all.

He interlocked his fingers with yours, his eyes completely dazed as he met your gaze. He looked like he was love-drunk. Only for you.

“I’m so in love with you, Y/N. I can’t lie to myself, anymore. My love grows for you every single day.”

That last confession was all you heard before that familiar sensation from before started to ripple from your center and throughout your body. You softly wrapped your arms around him.

“J-Jaem, I’m close,” You warned, eyes closed shut. Your legs began to tremble and your body grew weak. A loud moan escaped your throat as your core grew sore.

“Shit- me too,” Jaemin shortly followed, driving so deep and precise inside of you. He groaned at the feeling of your walls tightening around him, disappointed that he couldn’t let go inside.

This was the rush that the two of you lived for — that addicting sensation you got from watching each other unravel. You yearned for it day after day. Tonight wasn’t just about sex; it was about the love and passion that you felt from it.

It was like you were back at the start, when the two of you first met. He might not have admitted it in the beginning, but the love between you was unreal. You clicked with him faster than anyone, as if you were made for each other. Your hearts were trapped from the start. Jaemin hadn’t realized it until now.

Shortly after your climax, he pulled out of you. He quickly pumped his shaft, releasing all of his liquids onto your stomach.

His figure dropped beside you once he finished. The two of you lay in silence for a while, catching your breaths.

“Jaem,” you were the first to break the silence. There was something on your mind. “Did you really mean what you said?”

You turned your head to look at him. He laid there, silent, eyes closed shut. You knew he heard you.

“Hm?” He feigned confusion, as if he didn’t know what you were referring to.

You sighed, shifting so that your entire body faced him. You lightly tapped his face, forcing his eyes open.

“When you said you were in love with me, were you being serious? Did you feel like you were obligated to say all of that? I don’t want you thinking I’m trying to force you to do anything you don’t w-“

Jaemin cut you off with a soft kiss, slowly pulling away as he wore a sweet smile. “You talk a lot; that’s another thing I love about you. And yes, I meant every single word.”

You were taken aback, your heart palpitating in your chest. Jaemin was the only man you saw for over a year, and he’s finally telling you how he feels.

“Wait- what time is it?” Jaemin began looking for his phone, as if something clicked in his mind.

You picked yours up from the floor; the time read 12:14 a.m. You didn’t know why it mattered, but you told him anyway.

“Okay, hold on. I’ll be right back.” Jaemin jumped off the bed and found his boxers, putting them off before rushing out his bedroom door.

You found the wet wipes on his bedside table as you cleaned yourself. He probably forgot that he made a big mess all over you.

The cold breeze brushed against your skin once you were finished. You located your clothes in the corner of the room, face-palming as you remembered how lost in the moment you both were.

You sat at the edge of the bed after redressing yourself. The time was now twelve twenty a.m., and you could hear Jaemin climbing back up the stairs.

The moment he walked in, your eyes widened as your mouth fell open.

A bouquet of glittery roses that were your favorite color, a giant white teddy bear, the matching sets that you had been wanting for months, your favorite chocolates, and a small pink gift bag.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.” Jaemin anticipated this moment for hours. He couldn’t wait to surprise you with all this stuff. Most of the items had been bought beforehand; he just didn’t know how he’d give them to you.

“Jaemin, you didn’t have to.” You couldn’t believe your eyes. He got all of this for you? You walked over to him, pulling him into your embrace.

“But I wanted to. You deserve it. I know I haven’t been the best person to you, and I really wanted to make up for it.”

Jaemin rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. It had been a while since he did anything romantic for someone. He took his time studying you, and everything you liked just for this moment.

The matching sets were the first things you grabbed. You were about to wear them until they couldn’t be worn anymore.

He placed all the other items on the bed, and held that little gift bag like a delicate treat.

“Hey, open this.” He stood in front of you, nervous, like a little kid. You grabbed the bag, slowly opening it.

A black jewelry box became visible as you pulled it out. Your heart softened as you looked at what was inside.

A pink halo heart necklace displayed before you. The necklace that cost almost two hundred dollars? Seriously, how much did he spend on all of this?

Your eyes sparkled as you examined it. You didn’t understand what was going on. Your smile grew wide, showing all your teeth.

“How did you know I wanted this? How did you even know about the matching sets? Or my favorite chocolate?” You questioned, desperate for answers. There was never a time where you told him about your favorite things, or anything you wanted.

“Here, let me put this necklace on you.” Ignoring your questions, Jaemin grabbed the jewelry and walked behind you.

“It may not have been obvious, but I always wanted to learn more about you. I was just too afraid to say anything.” He began to speak, brushing your hair to the front so that your neck was visible.

“My last relationship was three years ago. It messed me up really badly. I didn’t date anyone else after that. I honestly stopped believing in love.”

You listened intently, not understanding why he was telling you any of this. But, you appreciated it. You always wanted to learn more about his past.

He sighed, bringing the jewelry around your neck and clamping it together. “That was until I met you.”

He walked over to face you again, that same determined look in his eyes as he licked his lips.

“You’ve changed my life, Y/n. I don’t give you enough credit for it. I spent all this time lying to myself about how I felt. But, my heart is with you. It’s been with you since we met.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer. You were at a loss for words.

“I love you, Y/n, and I want to try love again. I want it to be with you.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“Will you let me?”

He looked at you with hopeful eyes. Nothing felt real anymore. Jaemin was asking you to let him treat you the way you deserved. The same man who said he couldn’t see himself falling in love. The same man who had led you on for over a year.

Your heart pounded in your chest. You knew deep down in your heart that you deserved all of this, even if your mind told you otherwise. At least you weren’t going home sobbing, tonight.

You nodded, tears filling your eyes as you tightly hugged him. “I love you, more.”

He sighed in relief, burying his face in your neck. All of his worries went away at that moment. He finally listened to Jeno, and allowed himself to feel your love. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so free.

The two of you silently melted into each other’s arms after establishing your new relationship. You pulled away eventually, realizing that your question was left unanswered.

“You still haven’t told me how you knew about my favorite things and the stuff I wanted.” You squinted your eyes as you studied his expression.

He let out a breathy chuckle. “Let’s just say Renjun is a really good friend.”

“Ugh, that bitch.” You groaned, rolling your eyes. You smacked your teeth, knowing he was going to get an earful when you got home.

[hoonie]

NCT JNJM 'BOTH SIDES' TRAILER JENO

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Oh , Na Jaemin I'm unwell😫😫🤤

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TITLE: Nothing But Lies

PAIRING: Cheater!Alejandro Balde x Reader

GENRE: Angst, Romance

WARNINGS: Cheating mentions, emotional tension

STATUS: One-shot

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The air between you and Alejandro was heavy, his lips still warm against yours as you tried to catch your breath. His hands were on your waist, pulling you closer, like nothing else in the world mattered.

Until his phone buzzed. Once, twice then again.

He groaned and ignored it, sliding the device facedown on the couch.

“Don’t worry about it, princesa,” he murmured against your skin, pressing kisses to your neck.

But the buzzing didn’t stop.

You frowned, your chest tightening with unease. Whoever it was, they were desperate to reach him. Alejandro sighed, visibly annoyed, and finally checked his screen only to toss the phone back carelessly.

“Just leave it,” he said. “It’s nothing.”

Nothing.

But curiosity got the better of you. While he leaned in again, your fingers brushed against the phone. You tilted it toward you, just enough to see the message light up.

"I miss you so much. When can I see you again? I'm bored without you here guapo"

Your heart dropped.

You froze in his arms, your breath hitching. He didn’t even notice right away too lost in trying to keep you close. But when you pushed lightly against his chest, his smile faltered.

“...What’s wrong?” he asked, eyes searching yours.

You held up the phone, your hands trembling.

“Who is she, Ale?”

Silence. His jaw clenched, and then softly, almost pleadingly...

“Por favor, mi amor… no es lo que piensas.”

(Please, my love… it’s not what you think.)

Tears burned your eyes. “Then what is it? Because this...”

you shook the phone

“this looks like someone who thinks she still has you.”

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing, his voice low and desperate.

"Listen to me, princess, I just wanted to avoid this"

Avoid. The word stung.

“¿Evitar qué?” you snapped, your voice cracking.

(Avoid what?)

His gaze finally met yours, raw and guilty.

“Her. Everything with her. I ended it, but she doesn’t stop..…”

His voice dropped, almost breaking. “Solo quiero estar contigo.”

(I only want to be with you.)

“Alejandro…” your voice cracked, your chest heaving. “You tell me it’s nothing, but this...” you shoved the phone at him, your eyes glassy with tears “..is EVERYTHING.”

He winced at your tone, stepping closer.

“Amor, listen to me, please”

You backed away, your throat tightening. “Listen? To what? 'To how she misses you so much ? To how she is bored without you? 'To how you’ve been hiding it? Dios, Ale, do you think I’m stupid?”

His hands raked through his curls, frustration and desperation mixing in his face.

“You’re not stupid! Never.”

You laughed bitterly, though tears slid down your cheeks. “Then why treat me like I wouldn’t notice? Why let me fall for you if you were still tangled up with her?”

Alejandro’s voice broke, his eyes shining.

“I’m not with her anymore. I swear, Y/N".

But the words felt like glass in your chest. Too late. Too broken.

You shook your head, swallowing hard. “Swear to me all you want, Alejandro. But those messages don’t lie.”

He reached for you, panicked now, his voice trembling.

"Don’t go. Don’t leave me like this"

But you pulled away, your heart pounding too hard to stay.

“I can’t do this.” Your voice cracked, but your steps were firm. “I can’t.”

You turned, grabbing your things, ignoring the way your vision blurred. Behind you, you heard him choke out,

"I need you… only you."

The words nearly broke you. But the door closing behind you broke him.

You thought he would run after you but he didn't.

Because he knew what he did was fucked and you weren’t going to listen him even if he tried explaining it to you.