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about you

Mark is 23 years old. He’s content, happy with his current life. He’s famous and couldn’t ask for much more. 

But he was also 16. 

Waiting in the pouring rain, smiling when you called his name and he saw your lively expression grow once your eyes met. He had just gotten his license, and it was like the two of you were always going someplace else whenever anyone asked. 

“Jesus, Mark, aren’t you cold?” You ask when the two of you are in his car. His wet clothing left a large stain on the seat. “You’re gonna get sick,” 

“I’ll be fine,” Mark says. He sits there, so calm and unbothered beneath the courtesy light. As you look over at him, you’re suddenly struck with an intense desire to kiss him.

But you don’t. 

As Mark opens his mouth to say something, he’s stopped in his tracks as you burn holes into his eyes with that stare. That stare that made him fold every single time, and it was then that he realized he should be looking at the road, not you. 

Yet when he looks back to the road, your face clouds his mind. Your beautiful face. You were unlike anybody he’d met before, unlike any girl he’d had a hopeless crush on. Maybe it’s because he really knew you, knew that you liked the color pink and hated mint chocolate chip ice cream. Maybe that’s why he felt so drawn to you.

He’d stare at you while you did such simple things like cleaning up after your friends and fawn over you after you did something like paying for the person behind you’s coffee. 

You knew he stared, so you never quite understood why he couldn’t look you in the eye. 

Then again, he was also 17.

Packing up the last 10 years to move to Korea to train at a company he wasn’t even exactly sure about joining in the first place. He’d make friends, he knows that. He’s a people person. Everybody loves him and he could do anything, that’s what you knew. So you didn’t have to worry, right?

That’s what you repeated in your head. He’d be ok on his own. 

When you helped lift the last suitcase into the trunk of his parent’s car it was like your heart that was being held together by Elmer’s glue and cheap washi tape had taken its final blow and was falling apart inside your body. 

Every time you watched him it leave made your heart ache, but this time was different. He’d leave without knowing how you felt and it was far too late to say something now because he was already a mile away and you would need an absolute miracle to catch up to him and tell him.

And like every relationship that’s holding on by a Skype call, the two of you grew apart. It shamed him to acknowledge that the two of you spoke once a month and it shamed him that he couldn’t remember your favorite season. It was autumn, or it was winter, or it was summer, no, you hated summer, it was autumn, but he could’ve sworn it was winter, though maybe it was spring, maybe you hated winter but loved summer. Those were the thoughts that swarmed his head and it was far too late to ask you because then he’d actually have to admit to himself that he didn’t really know you anymore.

Mark could be 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, and every now and then it’d still cross his mind. What was your favorite season? Did you still hate mint chocolate chip ice cream? Were you still so generous? Was your favorite color still pink? 

Maybe it was silly and he could’ve just called you and asked to hang out when he’s back in his hometown. It was silly. He was silly for thinking he still remembered your number or saved it when got a new phone. He couldn’t remember anything about you. The same things that made his heart surrender, he couldn’t remember. He admits it. You were just another hopeless crush and he had forgotten all about you.

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relationship guidelines | na jaemin

synopsis: Even if you didn’t want to admit it, the two of you would do anything to protect each other. Despite constant attempts to make Jaemin jealous, you still loved him, even if you think he doesn’t love you back. genre: fluff, angst, smut, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining warnings: language, violence episode: four You woke in the arms of your friend—your best friend—your closest friend—your oldest friend.

If what had happened before didn’t your friendship, this definitely did.

You were crossing a fine boundary in your relationship and you couldn’t stand it; now he was talking about how he wanted to continue seeing you (hang out, sleep with him sometimes, but without dating) and nevertheless, your reply could have been shown through your expression.

“Think about it and tell me.” He smiled and walked off in the same clothes from the night before. Must he have zero respect for you?

What he felt wasn’t love. Maybe this had been his plan all along since he’d kissed you. Whatever he was doing, it was working—you had fallen for him, he’d done the complete opposite.

“You… what?” Renjun stopped in his tracks once he heard the words ‘i hooked up with Na Jaemin’ come out of your mouth, grabbing your wrist before you could walk any further.

“I slept with him. Now he wants to keep seeing me and keep sleeping with me, but without the dating part.”

Renjun’s eyes grew wider as each word came out of your mouth. “You’re kidding.” He took a deep breath, continuing to walk. “Nope.”

“Okay, I thought you got into a fight with him and you guys hated each other.” You groaned in pure annoyance. You could only hope Renjun would just assume that you’d made up and then had sex and then he told you he wanted to keep seeing you and hook up.

“We did. Then we made up, and then..you know,”

Renjun slowly nodded.

“Do you still like him? Like, have a crush on him?” You slapped his arm, “I’m not in middle school,”

“It’s not a crush…it’s…I just really like him, but he just wants to be my fuck buddy.” Sighing at your own realization, you stepped into the school and towards your classroom. “Bye, Renjun,” You smiled, waving goodbye and walking inside your class, where Jaemin, Mark, Jeno—everyone else was already sat.

You pulled out your notebook as well as a pencil, writing the material from the last class your teacher seemingly forgot to erase. You couldn’t help but gaze back to see Jaemin, already staring at you, making you quickly turn back to your notebook wide-eyed.

Mark turned to look at you, leaning backwards on his chair. It must’ve seemed as if he was waiting for you to say something, because he just continued staring until you looked up and asked him what was up.

“You know Jaemin’s burning holes into the back of your head, right?” He sort of whispered, trying not to peek over at Jaemin, who still stared. You nodded at his words. “Wave hello to him or something,” You shook your head. “Why not?” He said, you shrugged. “Oh my god, Y/N, just wave so he’ll stop looking at you. I can tell you’re flustered~…” Mark exaggerated the last word, causing you to quickly turn to Jaemin and quickly wave. He smiled at you, looking down at his work. “There,”

“Are you happy now?” You said, loud enough for even Jaemin to hear. “Jeez, be quiet.” He smirked at you, turning back to his friends.

A few minutes went by before your other friend, Joohyun, came up asking if you were going to get drinks with others. “Who’s going?” You asked.

“Your friends. Donghyuck, Mark, Jaemin...” She continued. “You get the point.”

After you agreed to go, she went off on her way—but your mind was only focused on the fact Jaemin was going to be there. He never went to parties, never went to get drinks with people. What changed him?

Your teacher entered the room, talking about stuff that wasn’t related to what she taught.

After the lesson was over, you tried to rush out of the classroom, but were stopped by the man you surely hadn’t want to come in contact with since that night.

“Do you want to get lunch together?” Jaemin smiled. It took you a good few seconds to force your head to nod up and down. “Okay. Let’s go,” He locked your arms together, walking out of the classroom and into the hallway filled with people who stared as they passed by. Mutters of, “is he dating her?”, “are they together?”, “she’s pretty”, “I knew they liked each other,” could be heard from miles away, and for the first time in a long time, you hated the attention you were receiving. 

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relationship guidelines | na jaemin

synopsis: Even if you didn't want to admit it, the two of you would do anything to protect each other. Despite constant attempts to make Jaemin jealous, you still loved him, even if you think he doesn't love you back. genre: fluff, angst, smut, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining warnings: language, violence  episode: three note: i didnt read this chapter over so srry if theres mistakes and sorry if the ending seems rushed 😭😭 

You and Renjun sat across from each other. He thanked the server for the food—the server smiled, walked away. “So,” he started, “What’s going on with you and Jaemin?” Your eyes shot up at his question. 

“What is there to know?” You laughed awkwardly. “Come on.” Renjun nagged, “I know there’s something going on with you two. Whenever you stare at him, you always get this look on your face, and I can tell something’s up by that expression.” He smiled.

You began to eat, ignoring his question. “Hey! Don’t ignore me.” He stole something from your plate, eating it and catching your attention quickly. “Fuck off,” You took something from his plate and ate it. “Mmh, this is good, what’d you order?” You said. “Stop avoiding the question.”

“You know you can tell me anything. I’m not even that close with Jaemin anyways, so what would I tell him?” 

And he made a good point. They never really talked to each other, Renjun never tells your secrets, and he’s one of your closest friends. Nothing could go wrong if you told him, you thought. 

“We kissed once,” Renjun went wide-eyed, mouth almost agape. “But now I feel like he’s playing hard to get against me. He’s trying to act like nothing happened, but now I’m thinking about him all the time, and it’s horrible. You know, yesterday…” You lowered your voice, “I think I almost had a sex dream about him.” 

Renjun’s jaw was now slack to the floor. 

“Okay, go back to the beginning—why’d you kiss in the first place?” He asked, “We were watching a drama, there was a kissing scene. I got bored. He asked if we wanted to kiss too, so we did.” 

“But now he’s trying to act like everything is normal between us, but normal friends don’t kiss each other, right?” You said. “Yeah…” He sounded almost judgmental. “Well now I can tell by that look on your face that you’re judging me,” You added, taking a sip of the lukewarm water. 

Renjun laughed, “I’m not judging you. I just think it’s weird. Are you going to try and like, seduce him or something?” It was as if he was a mind-reader. “I’ve tried. But he’s just so stoic, all the time, it’s annoying at this point. But it’s still cute. He’s still cute.” 

“Eh. I think he’s better than your ex,”  

About three hours later, you and Renjun said your goodbyes and left each other alone. What he said had you curious—could you guys still be friends after that? Could he be your boyfriend? One thing was for sure, he was surely better than your ex. Under any circumstances, no matter how emotionless he may be. After all, Jaemin was a benefactor in what helped you break it off with him in the first place. 

You typed “can I still be just friends with someone after kissing them?” Into the search-bar on your phone and pressed a reliable-looking website that allowed random people to answer other people’s questions. 

Luckily for you, the answer to your question was: no. You’d end up becoming sex partners or grow apart.

You didn’t want either of those things to happen, in fact, you had come to terms with the fact that you had longed for the feeling of being loved again. Jaemin could give you that. After all, he cared about you. He was a good person, that was what you’d always told yourself. 

But what kind of person were you to him?

You scrolled to another answer on the same post. It read ‘It depends on the person. You might want to kiss and have sex with someone, you might want the opposite. So it just depends on the person.’ 

You couldn’t have been a one-night-stand. You hadn’t had sex with him. Would it seem too clingy if you’d text him to talk about the kiss? He’d moved on. 

“Hey, Y/N!” Mark’s cheerful voice made you drop your phone on your desk in shame. “Hi.” Mark and Haechan walked over to your desk, placing things on the opposite end. “Hey, where’s Renjun?” Haechan asked Mark. “He’s meeting someone.” 

“He doesn’t care much about school.” You butted in, the two nodding and continuing a separate conversation. 

You wanted to ask what to say to get Jaemin to like you, but they were his two best friends; aside from Jeno, who you didn’t really know much about. The only time the two of you talked was at parties. Only recently had the two of you started talking without an obvious element of awkwardness in your voices.

About thirty minutes went by, Mark and Haechan were long gone by now; you were left alone to work on an art project, until Jeno suddenly walked up to you and sat in front of you. “Y/N?” You looked up, confused. 

“I wanted to know if you wanted to go see a movie with me later—“ Jeno was cut off by Jaemin’s death stare from afar. Once Jaemin noticed that Jeno saw him, he walked over behind you and smiled. 

“What are you two talking about?” He placed one hand on the edge of your seat and another on the table. “I was hoping that Y/N would see a movie with me.” 

“So, you two are close then, I assume,” Jaemin placed the hand that was on your seat onto your shoulder, to which you shrugged off. 

“Yeah, we are. We’re friends.” You turned your head away from Jaemin’s and back to Jeno. “Let’s watch it. I like romantic movies.” You smiled at him, to which he smiled back, nodding. 

Jaemin took the phone from his friend, gesturing to it then to the two of you—“Hey, this is sexual, isn’t it?” He commented. 

“Yes. It is.” You took the phone from his hands and handed it back to Jeno. “Great. You’ll need a lesson or two,” 

Jeno turned towards Jaemin, a confused look on his face. “The male lead,”

“He’s a good kisser.” Jaemin turned to you. You mirrored his actions, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him into the hallway.

“What was that about?” You muttered. “What? I was just rambling,” He smiled. “Stop playing around. I’m serious, Jaemin, and usually you are too, but I guess that’s off the table when you get jealous of your two friends that are going to see a movie together.” 

“There’s nothing between us, you know, he’s a good guy!” You slightly raised your tone of voice. “Why are you so upset?” He asked.

“I’m not upset!…I’m not upset.” The angered expression softened at his sympathetic one, “You’ve been growing apart from me since that day. You know that? You haven’t made a single effort to contact me.” 

“Neither have you.” Jaemin snapped back. “What’s so wrong about that? Everybody grows apart. Even close friends.” He added, crossing his arms and taking small steps towards you. “I’m not that kind of guy, either, if that’s what you’re thinking. I won’t try anything with you. I don’t care who you go out with, but that’s Jeno, for gods sake. He’s not even your friend.”

“Maybe you’d know he was my friend if you paid more attention to what’s going on in my life.”

You pushed past him, walking back into the classroom; Jeno had somehow already left. You grabbed your backpack and your phone, as well as your project, and left the classroom to go to your apartment. At least it wasn’t during class and nobody saw you. 

A few hours had passed since you got to your apartment. 

Your phone rang, and to your greatest surprise, it was the man himself. Jaemin had called you. You waited for it to ring four more times before picking up. “What do you want?” You broke the silence, fiddling with the raggedy duvet sat on your bed. 

“I wanted to tell you—I’m sorry. I apologized to Jeno too, I just-I don’t know. I’m sorry. That’s all I wanted to say.” 

Within a matter of hours, your whole impression of who Jaemin was, how he acted towards you, changed. He was never open like that. It was like he was a new person. Like he’d become normal.

“Ok.” Was all you had to say. “Can I come over?” He questioned. For once, he sounded genuinely sorry, although you hadn’t had many instances of him apologizing to compare it to. 

And you, genuinely didn’t know how to respond. Yes, no, I don’t know, maybe, sure, yeah, whatever, never talk to me again, so many possible answers to his question ran through your head. 

When quite awhile passed and you hadn’t heard any hello’s or are you there’s from the other end, you checked your phone to see if he was still there. He wasn’t.

But he didn’t hang up. Your phone had only died. No big deal. The big deal was that you hadn’t brought your phone charger home from when you left school. By now, the school would have been closed, and you needed your phone for other things than calling Jaemin back. 

You got out of bed, putting your slippers on and walking outside to where you headed towards the corner store. 

The process of buying a charger was surprisingly long and it had been about ten minutes (you were counting) since your phone died. 

Jaemin probably took it as you never wanted to talk to him again. Or you didn’t wanna be his friend. Now wasn’t the time for overthinking, you thought, heading quickly back to your apartment once you made the purchase.

You unlocked the door and took the slippers off. You were already tired when you had left and by now your feet had been killing you. 

 “Y/N?” You screamed at your name being called out, dropping both your phone and the charger you’d bought. 

“Why are you in here?..Why are you in my house?” You said, raising your voice.

Sometimes Jaemin felt that it was so easy to piss you off. Sometimes he’d do it on purpose, get you riled up and stop before things escalated. 

He did think that because you were close friends it was okay to do.

He did think you were okay with it.

That’s what made him a bad friend.

“I was worried.” He stood up from the chair he sat in, walking around and fidgeting with random objects he found, such as your sketchbook. 

“But now I see,” he gestured to the phone and the charger sat next to each other on the ground. “Your phone died.” 

Jaemin pursed his lips, setting the sketchbook down. 

“Why are you acting like this? Like a different person. It’s weird, Jaemin.” 

“I thought about stuff. I’m a bad friend,”

You thought you heard him say that he could be a better boyfriend, to which you responded with “what?”.

He sat back down, repeating his words, “I’m a bad friend?…” 

“Sorry—sorry, I thought you said something else. Sorry.” You stuttered.

“Are you okay?” He glanced at your weak figure. “I’m tired, Jaemin. Now is not the best time to talk, if you couldn’t tell.” 

You rubbed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“Well,” He walked towards you.

“If I can’t apologize,” 

“At least let me carry you to your bed.” He picked you up bridal style, and to his surprise, you didn’t complain. He assumed you were too tired, and he was right. By the time you’d reached your bed, you were asleep in his arms.

The next morning, you’d woken up before him. He was sat on the chair adjacent to your bed.

“Jaemin?” You called. He had woken up after a few blinks and had been sitting across from you on the bed. 

“…Should we talk now?” 

You fidgeted with your finger, picking on the skin around your nail. 

Jaemin grabbed the hand and stopped you. “You shouldn’t do that. It’s something people like to call a bad habit,” He said sarcastically.

You didn’t pull your hand out of his grasp. “I know what a bad habit is.” 

He smiled. “What did you want to talk about first?” The boy hesitated before continuing. “The fight. The kiss.” 

Looking back down, you mumbled, “Both.”

Jaemin pursed his lips again, shifting uneasily. “I don’t know…when you kissed me, I didn’t want you to stop. It’s just, I thought something would change. I thought we would change.”

“I mean, you know what happened with my ex. You know how things ended. I’m not saying you’re like him, but you kissed me. That was the first time anyone ever kissed me since we broke up.” Your head was still stuck staring at your lap. “Do you even get what I mean? Do I sound stupid?” You looked up at him.

“No. You don’t sound stupid.” His hand still hadn’t moved from yours. “I get it. I get what you mean.”

“What I don’t understand,”

“Is what you want me to say.”

“If you want me to apologize for kissing you, then by all means, go ahead and tell me.” 

You shook your head. No words were to be spoken in the moment. 

The both of you stared into each other’s eyes. And you kissed him. 

He pulled away, taking his shirt off. Stopping, he unbuttoned your cardigan, and it was until he was sure you weren't wearing a bra that he continued to kiss you. 

As he grinded against your body, you could feel his dick hard. He needed a release. Instead of waiting for him to make the first move, you unbuttoned his jeans then pulled down both your shorts and your underwear. It wasn't hard for Jaemin's hard-on to quickly find your entrance. He pulled away, "Are you sure you want this?" He'd ask. "Yes. Please." You moaned as if you were out of breath. That was his final straw. 

He pushed himself into you, your slick arousal making it easy to do so. He hid your guttural moans with a kiss.

You moaned into his mouth, rocking your hips against his, walls wrapping tightly around his cock making him pull you closer. His head was buried into your shoulder as he thrusted in and out, in and out. Jaemin clung onto your waist. Your fingernails dug into his arm, leaving crescent marks as you pulled his head off your shoulder to kiss him. 

Jaemin hid his pleased groans in your mouth as you clenched around him weakly. You felt your climax building by the second. "Jaemin—“ You stuttered, "I'm gonna cum." You added between moans. "Me too," He panted, muffling his moans into your shoulder as he, too, approached his climax. He brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing it quickly and driving you closer to your high. You rocked your hips quicker, moaning into the sex-filled air. 

His thumb continued to rub your clit until it was too much. Your mouth hung open in pure, utter bliss, nails digging into the flesh of his neck. You were silent for a minute, still riding off your high, gasping for air.

“I love you.” You muttered. He hadn’t heard you. 

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relationship guidelines | na jaemin

synopsis: Even if you didn't want to admit it, the two of you would do anything to protect each other. Despite constant attempts to make Jaemin jealous, you still loved him, even if you think he doesn't love you back. genre: fluff, angst, borderline smut.., childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining warnings: language, violence episode: two

Family, friends, lovers… in every relationship, there are guidelines that must be kept, and boundaries that must not be crossed. But what sort of relationship do you and Jaemin have? 

Surely, you must be easy for him. It must be simple for him to play with you as if you were nothing. But you were going to change his nonchalant attitude. You were going to make him regret it. 

In a word, your plan was to seduce him. The two of you had already crossed a boundary in your relationship, so you were going to clarify your relationship. Simple, right?

Step one: give compliments. You walked up to Jaemin’s desk, sitting on the open area beside his schoolwork. He didn’t look up, still focused on studying. 

“Jaemin,” You mumbled. He didn’t have headphones in, you could see such, and he continued writing. “You look nicer than usual today.” Jaemin stopped writing for a moment, “What if someone sees you and falls head over heels for you?”

His appearance, so sloppy, yet so endearing. Glasses that made his eyes disappear, dark circles that look like they go all the way down to the chin, and hair styled so haphazardly.

“What are you talking about?” Jaemin said, resuming to his studying. You slid off the desk, facing him. He looked up at you for an answer. There was no explanation to be given.

“You’re making fun of me, aren’t you?” He added without emotion, looking back down to the paper. 

“What? What do you mean making fun of you? Why do you think that? You’re even good at overanalyzing things.” You scratched the back of your neck. 

For a few seconds, silence, until he looked up at you and muttered, “Sarcasm?”

 …This isn’t what you wanted. 

Step two: say something meaningful. “Hey, Y/N,” Jaemin said. You turned to face him, and there he stood, in all his glory, that look still on his face. 

“My mom asked if you wanted to eat dinner with us tonight. We’re having curry,” He cracked his fingers, a popping sound being produced. “Curry,” You muttered. “You idiot,” 

“You idiot who only thinks about curry,”

“The truth is, I want to be together with y—“ You began to sit up from your chair. Jaemin interrupted your words, and your action, by covering your face with his hand to stop you from standing up. “Stop,” He said.

“Now, what were you trying to say?” The boy added, removing his hand from your face. “Nevermind,” You huffed, setting your head down on your desk. 

And the final, step three: outright temptation.

Sitting on Jaemin’s desk, you flipped a majority of your hair to one side, leaving one side of your neck open. Beginning to fiddle with the tie on your uniform, you asked “Do you… know what our next class is?”

This time, Jaemin looked up at you with needy eyes, only managing to stutter out a small ‘what?’.

“Our next class…” You slightly bit your lip, looking back down at him with a mirrored look. 

About twenty seconds passed of a heated stare-down between you and him before he quickly closed his book and stood up, placing your hands back on your lap as he re-tied the tie you had been playing around with. “Music,” he muttered. Before you could mumble a ‘what’, he interrupted, “Our next class. You wanted to know, right?” Jaemin remained stoic, putting his backpack on and grabbing the book, walking out and leaving you there, utterly speechless.

Now you were at home, watching the drama that you and Jaemin watched when he offered to kiss you. The thing about that kiss, it wasn’t just a peck on the lips kiss, it was a kiss-kiss; one where you could feel and savor his lips on yours, where you could think so long about what’d happen after the kiss. But what happened after the kiss was the least of what you’d expected. He had went back to watching the drama as if nothing had happened. 

It was like he wanted you to fall for him. He wanted you to think about him, and he was successful. So very successful that it hurt. 

You knew your thoughts were wrong. You wanted to kiss him again, kiss him so hard, so bad that your lips would be swollen and plump. 

He’d tilt your head slightly, his warm lips making their way down your jaw to your neck leaving a trail of marks behind. Your fingers entwined in his hair, gently pulling on it. His hands wandered along your body, from the curve of your back to the inside of your thigh, where he would run his fingers towards the warmth of your center—

To anyone reading your thoughts, an easy assumption could be made:

Na Jaemin is not your friend.

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relationship guidelines | na jaemin

synopsis: Even if you didn't want to admit it, the two of you would do anything to protect each other. Despite constant attempts to make Jaemin jealous, you still loved him, even if you think he doesn't love you back. genre: fluff, angst, borderline smut.., childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, slow burn warnings: language, violence episode: one

You sat in class, pen between your two lips, legs crossed, limbs so tense as if they'd pop. All that you could think about was last night at your apartment, Jaemin kissing you, then acting so nonchalant as if nothing happened. 

Placing your pen down, you clenched your fist and thought about how annoying he was, how the whole predicament was. You took a deep breath, relaxing your tense limbs, looking over at Jaemin, who sat calmly studying.

"Yo, Y/N." Mark leaned back on his chair to talk to you. You turned your head to face him. "Are you okay? You look tense." He smirked, as if he was about to laugh. 

"I'm fine." You smiled back, Mark nodding and going back to talking with his group of friends. 

You continued your glare at Jaemin, who was now surrounded by two other people. He smiled at whatever they were saying, he laughed. 

He never laughed with you. He was always so stoic when with you. That was a benefactor of what annoyed you. 

You often added to a list of things in your mind that annoyed you about him. One, he was too stoic. Two, nonchalant. Three, he doesn't like talking. Four, he hates you. 

But he doesn't hate you. Obviously not. Why would he hate you? If he hated you, he wouldn't have kissed you. 

Jaemin noticed you staring, to which he stared back, smile wiped off his face as he stuck up his middle finger in your direction acting as if he was rubbing the side of his nose bridge.

You scoffed, your mouth on the edge of hanging to the ground. What's with that face? You thought. That unbothered, calm face. 

How could he be so heartless towards you? Did he not understand that you had feelings too? Maybe because you've been friends for so long he'd think that you would understand he was just messing with you. 

But you didn't. And so that marks number five on your list of reasons why he annoyed you, he was ignorant.

He was also mysterious, and a little weird. Although you knew him better than you knew anyone else, it felt like there was so much you still didn't know about him. 

If you were to describe him in one word; go-getter. What do you mean by that?

An example:

The teacher rushed into the classroom, ushering apologies to her students. "Ah, class—your teacher is a little late."

"I left early, but you see, there was a small accident in front of the school, so-"

Jaemin raised his hand, "Teacher." He interrupted, "I'm so sorry to interrupt, but do your students really need to know everything that happened?" He slowly lowered such hand. 

You stared at him as if he was crazy, "If you did something wrong, then shouldn't you apologize first?" 

"Isn't that what you taught us?" He added. "Yes, kids. I did, I'm sorry." The teacher tripped over her words. 

End of flashback. 

You would think anyone could see where you were coming from, but Jaemin was a star student. People aspired to be as smart as him, teachers used him as examples for what other students should be like. He was perfect. 

Sometimes you wished he would notice you as more than a friend. You knew that the two of you would be nothing more than friends, it was obvious. 

You bit the inside of your cheek. Only one way came to your mind to make him notice you.

You would seduce him. 

Or you would try. 

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relationship guidelines | na jaemin

synopsis: Even if you didn't want to admit it, the two of you would do anything to protect each other. Despite constant attempts to make Jaemin jealous, you still loved him, even if you think he doesn't love you back. genre: fluff, angst, borderline smut.., childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, slow burn warnings: language, violence episode: prologue The two of you sat facing the TV, you unamused, Jaemin's eyes glued to the romance unveiling on the screen. It wasn't until the kiss scene that you began to get bored. Jaemin noticed.

"Hey," Jaemin said, turning your attention towards him. "You wanna try kissing too?" your eyes widened immediately at his question, as if he had just revealed to you that someone died.

He slid towards your edge of the couch, his body hovering over yours, his hand traveling to the left side of your waist and the other to the top of the headrest to ensure he wouldn't fall on top of you. 

"Stop me if you don't want to," He mumbled, tucking your hair behind your ear, leaning down further, breaking the ever so slight distance between the two of you. 

And that's how you kissed. 

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interlude: past to present | mkl

synopsis: Life isn’t always like the movies, even if you want it to be. genre: angst drabble warnings: reader is dead um word count: 0.2k listen to interlude: past and present by nct u

The day after Mark found out about your passing, he didn’t get out of bed. He didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, in fact he stayed awake for almost three days, fearing you would come to haunt him in his dreams. 

And for those 72 hours he was awake, he only thought about one thing; you. No matter how long he didn’t sleep, how much he tried to avoid any thoughts about you, you were always there. Whether it was through memories, or through photographs of the two of you spread out across his floor, you were always there. 

He never cried. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t do anything. 

The first time he got up after the news was to go to the restroom, almost a week later. He could barely make it there, being met with the framed photo of the two of you sat on his bedside table.

Over the months of his mourning, guilt was placed on his shoulders, and if he could’ve done anything to save you, he would’ve. But he didn’t. He would’ve died for you. 

Half of your clothes you’d left at his apartment, which he’d hang up as if you were still there, as if you would come and take it from him.

Nobody understood how he felt. Even glancing at other girls made him feel guilty; as if he were cheating on you, letting you down. 

When you were still alive, he’d sworn he’d never love anyone as much as he loved you. Not even his own mother. And he’d keep that promise, because that’s how he was; Mark loved you, and he’d never stop loving you, even if that meant living in sorrow.