for the fic thing literally just jaemin going ham on the flirting with reader because i know if anyone could solidify my f*elings for him it's you. AND/OR love triangle w jaemin and hyuck because i'm melodramatic trash. anyways i say this but you literally cannot hold this to me bc i am so tired my mind isn't functioning correctly aND MY HEART IS YUKHEI'S AND DOYOUNG'S. KLSLSLSLSL!!!!!
hello tk god I did my research and I combined your top tropes: f2l, college, e2l, roommates, mutual pining, slice of life, and fluff 🥰🥰 may the best boy win ✨ and I’m totally holding this against you also there are four chambers in the heart and therefore, you have room for all four boys :D
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“Popcorn.”
“Check.”
“Avatar: the Last Airbender.”
“Check.”
“Alarm set for twenty minutes before Postmates stops delivering McDonald’s in case we want Mcflurries later.”
“Check.”
You give Donghyuck a thumbs up, and your best friend grins at you before settling back in the worn out couch of your shared apartment. That couch is probably older than both of you because it used to belong to Johnny who lived in this exact same apartment before he graduated and before that, it belonged to the tenant who lived here before Johnny. So basically, the couch is a relic, and you have to keep the tradition of passing it on.
That, and you and Donghyuck are two completely broke college students who can’t afford new furniture.
He presses play, and the show begins. You lean over and curl into his side as he easily slips his arm around you. Donghyuck is always a loud (read: whining) advocate for physical affection, and over time, he’s worn you down and you begrudgingly accept that you too might enjoy cuddling (and it’s not just because you might have a tiny crush on your best friend).
Wrapped under a fleece blanket, the two of you are on your fourth episode when there’s a loud knock at your front door. You groan, leaning over to pick up the remote and lower the tv volume. “Let’s just pretend we’re not home.”
“Hyuck! Y/N! I know you’re in there, I can hear Zuko.” The all too familiar, annoying voice of none other than your neighbor across the hall can be heard. In fact, you’re pretty sure anyone within a five mile radius can identify his voice if the loud, obnoxious noises coming from Apartment 4B every night have been keeping them up as well. You honestly feel so bad for his very nice roommate, Jeno.
“Oh my god, can we just not open the door?” You groan, snuggling deeper into your blanket cocoon, and Donghyuck chuckles, patting your head affectionately as he gets up to answer the door.
“Gotta be nice, Y/N.”
“Since when are you ever nice?” You grumble, and Donghyuck throws you a dirty look before flinging the door open.
Jaemin’s face brightens up before realizing it’s not the person he was hoping to see. “Ah, hi, Donghyuck. Mind if I use your shower? The water in our apartment doesn’t work right now.”
“Just use the shower in the gym downstairs,” you call out, sulking in your spot.
“Sure.” Your best friend shrugs, ignoring your betrayed expression, and lets the other boy in. “Second door to your left down the hall.”
“Got it, thanks.” Jaemin strides over to the bathroom before pausing when he sees you on the couch in your pajamas, which consists of an oversized sweater and shorts. “You look cute, Y/N. But you’d be even cuter sitting across from me for a dinner date at Nobu tonight.”
“No thanks,” you say shortly before wrapping yourself even more into your blanket and turning towards the television, signaling the end of the conversation. Undeterred, he chuckles before disappearing into the bathroom.
Donghyuck returns to his spot on the couch, and you lean your head against his shoulder again. He glances over at you with a small smile. “Isn’t that my sweater?”
“Maybe.”
He laughs, poking your cheek. “So are all my missing sweaters in your closet?”
You grab his hand to stop him from poking you any more and fail to notice him gulp when he realizes that the two of you are inadvertently holding hands now. “I plead the fifth.”
“O-okay, whatever,” he lamely responds before turning to watch the show again, another smile creeping up on his face when he sees that you still haven’t let go of his hand.
Halfway through the episode, Jaemin emerges from the bathroom. “Hey, I hope you don’t mind, but I used your shampoo.”
The biting remark on the tip of your tongue dissipates when you look over at him, eyes widening. Shirtless and gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips, he gives you a smirk, running his hand through his hair, still wet. You almost forget to breathe. Dear god, that boy may make you want to tear your hair out, but he is so stupidly hot, and it isn’t fair at all. After all, you are only human, and you are feeling weak.
“Sorry, I forgot to bring a clean shirt. Hope you don’t mind that either.”
Mind short circuiting, you can barely think of a coherent reply, and Donghyuck presses his lips into a frown when he notices your response, or lack thereof.
“No biggie, you can take my shirt.” He pulls off his shirt and chucks it at Jaemin’s head before standing up to usher the other boy out. “Anyway, we’re kinda busy now so if you don’t mind leaving, that’d be super great.”
You’re gawking at Donghyuck now, mouth open in disbelief at what he just did and also at how toned your best friend is. Woah. The last time you saw him with his shirt off was two years ago at Renjun’s pool party. His daily gym sessions with Jaehyun are definitely paying off.
Jaemin struggles to remove the cloth from his face as your best friend steers him towards the door. “Wait, can I use your shower again tomorrow? The maintenance dude isn’t coming until Friday.”
“Like Y/N said, there’s a shower in the gym downstairs. Use that.”
“H-hold on, what about your shirt? When can I return it? Will you be here later, Y/N?” Jaemin calls over Donghyuck’s shoulder, desperately trying to stay in view of you.
“Keep it.”
With that, Donghyuck firmly shuts the door in his face and turns towards you. Your jaw is still on the floor, and he belatedly realizes that he is currently flashing you.
“Uh, I’m just— I’m gonna... go get another shirt,” he stammers, the lightest hue of pink now dusting across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He darts into his bedroom as you try to process what the hell just happened.
“Hyuck?” You finally call out, and you hear an incoherent noise in response from your best friend. “You gave Jaemin your favorite shirt.”
“... Damn it!”
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