☆┊BOY YOU MAKE ME JELLYOUS!
SUMMARY: running errands with jamil, you meet an old ‘friend’ of his in town..
CHARACTERS: jamil viper, minhaj alrajah
GENRE: fluff, light angst but nothing crazy
WARNINGS: one mention of hives (itchy skin), spoilers for book 8(?) (new character)
NOTES: relationship is up to interpretation (jamil), fic title based off jellyous by illit, reader is only a little bit of a loser, sorta canon divergent (meeting outside of the game), i changed his name a little cause the official one didn’t really make sense?
reader is g/n, reader is yuu
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the market of foothill town was bustling with people.
jamil let out a sigh at the swimming crowd. he expected it to be busy, but not this busy. in the end, he was the one who chose to go on a saturday..
sam’s shop had run out of the only detergent that didn’t make kalim’s skin break out in hives, so this was an emergency run he had to make right away. he didn’t expect you to want to tag along, but he didn’t see the harm in doing so til now.
he turns to you, a slightly apologetic look on his face before he lets out another sigh. “i apologize, prefect. i didn’t realize how large the crowd would be today,” jamil murmured, clutching the bag on his arm.
“it’s fine, believe me. we just can’t get separated, right?” you smile, giving jamil’s heart that same flutter he never dared mention aloud. he coughs into his hand, hiding a smile of his own before mumbling words to himself.
“just.. stay close and try not to be swept away.”
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just as expected, the marketplace was chaotic.. and just as jamil thought, you were swept away. he’s normally so careful while watching kalim, so why did he have to lose you?! clutching the bag of detergent tightly in his hands, he massaged his temple with furrowed brows.
“curses.. i should’ve told them to stay put somewhere..” he muttered, knowing you’d at least try to remain in the same place unlike kalim. he squeezed his way through, searching for the face he knows and loves amidst the faceless crowd. luckily he was already used to navigating through busy streets, considering his home in the scalding sands.
while jamil searched for you, you on the other hand had your own dilemma. oranges rolled across the ground as the angry shopkeeper glared at you. you had been pushed into his fruit stand by other bystanders, and to your dismay, fruit flew everywhere.
“sevens, why me..” you grumbled, hastily picking up the fruits before they got squished. jamil was nowhere to be seen. you really should’ve watched where you were going, because you just lost the one guy who actually knew where he was going.
just as you reached out for another orange, another hand beat you to it. at first you thought it was jamil, hoping it’d be just like all the shojou manga you’ve read.
to your dismay, it was not jamil, but a man almost nearly as stunning. his outfit was a bright teal, with gold adorning almost every part of his stature. his hair was glamorous, as was his makeup. he was radiant, you felt nearly blinded.
“need help with that?” he finally broke the silence as he met your eyes. there was a smirk to his face as he stood upright, tossing the orange in the air and catching it with grace. he saw the handful of oranges in your arms and must’ve took pity on you.
“uh, thanks!” you managed to breath out, breaking from your momentary awe. he must’ve noticed your staring, because all he did was chuckle. the boy collected the rest of the oranges from the ground, handing them back to the shopkeeper and smoothing things over with ease.
“thank you again, i appreciate it!” you reply once again, giving him a slight bow.
his eyes narrowed slightly, but his smile didn’t waver. “no need to be so formal. out here, im just another student like you.” the mystery boy said, waving you off.
“out.. here?” you raise your brow, not exactly picking up what he’s putting down. you try looking at him again, trying to identify any familiar faces that seem alike. none exactly come to mind.. “im sorry, i don’t quite follow..” you laughed awkwardly, noticing his eyes widen a bit.
“..do you not recognize me?” now where have you had a similar interaction before? you simply shake your head, seeing his smile grow a size bigger.
“is that bad?” you ask in a moment of panic, only to hear him laugh loudly in response.
“no, no, not at all.” he assures you, nodding his head. he eyes you up and down, almost observantly. his brow furrowed in thought. “if i may ask, where are you from?” he asked with a smile.
you hesitate for a moment. “i, uh.. i don’t think you’d know!” you say, scratching the back of your neck. he seemed to have took it as a challenge, because all he did was smirk.
“oh? wish to bet?” he asks playfully, catching you a moment off guard. is it a twisted wonderland thing for people being so direct and pushy?
“well, im from..” as you tell him of your place of origin, the smugness is wiped off his face.
he crosses his arms. “well, i suppose you’re right. i’ve never heard of such a place before..” he hums, thinking to himself.
“yeah, im not surprised.” you murmur, already used to this routine. before you could part ways with the mystery boy, he spoke once more.
“ah.. now i remember,” he says, a newfound gleam in his eye. “yes, you’re the magicless prefect i’ve heard so much about then.” he smiles, throwing you for a loop.
“you— you know who i am?” you swallowed thickly, feeling weird for being recognized. how does he know about you? are you outlawed? are you in trouble?
“of course, you’re famous at our school.” he chuckles, resting a hand on his hip. does he attend night raven college as well? you would’ve sworn you saw such a glamorous face before.. “yes, che’nya spoke of you before.”
so rsa..? “i had no idea i was known outside of nrc,” you mumble, feeling a bit embarrassed now. you were already too big of a name at nrc (for all the wrong reasons), you really didn’t need to be known because of that chaos..
jamil stood from afar, his hands forming fists by his side. no.. say it isn’t so. you met another man he had despised, as if kalim wasn’t horrible enough already. maybe he was a bit harsh in his head, but just the thought of you running away with another made his blood boil.
your smiling and laughing.. please don’t tell him you like that sickening prince, he can’t bear it. with a smile as forced as it could be, he approaches you two by the stand.
“[MC], there you are. i thought i had lost you.” jamil says, standing beside you with a hand on your shoulder. you nearly jump at his sudden presence, though feel relieved to know he found you. his gaze was soft, yet an underlying motive hiding beneath the surface. jamil’s eyes flicker to the boy across of you, his soft gaze turning dark.
he still smiled, but that smile didn’t meet his eyes. “oh my, prince minhaj, it’s been quite some time since we’ve last spoke. the weather is quite pleasant, wouldn’t you agree?” jamil mused, giving who you now know is a prince a polite nod.
“..prince?” you murmur, staring at minhaj. he simply let out a hefty sigh, realizing the fun of being an unknown had been cut short.
“enough with the humble tone, jamil. i don’t want to be called ‘prince’ outside the castle..” minhaj retorts, playing with the braided bandana by his side. now it all the gold made sense, but to be fair there were pretty flashy people that weren’t royalty.
“ah, but i’d have no ground to stand on if i were arrested in the scalding sands for speaking disrespectfully to you.” jamil sighs wistfully, a false look of worry in his face. there was a hidden venom in every word coming out of his mouth, and you could tell minhaj had noticed it.
“so you’re.. royalty?” you mumble, realizing how informal you must’ve been. “i guess i should’ve known, huh? sorry about the lack of formality.” you laugh awkwardly, feeling a small sweat dripping from your brow.
minhaj shrugged his shoulders, not offended by your informality in the slightest. “don’t be, it was quite refreshing,” he smiled at you before his eyes slowly trailed back to jamil. the poor boy was barely holding it together, her brows knit together and his smile twitching slightly at the corners.
jamil thinks he’s well composed right now, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
“has night raven college been serving you well? i’d imagine attending a magic school while magicless is a bit contradictory.” minhaj asks, still willing to make conversation.
“ahem,” jamil clears his throat before you could reveal the truth of your sad excuse for a dorm. “apologies, minhaj, but we’re in quite a hurry. [MC], we better get going.” jamil kept the hand on your shoulder but squeezed quite firmly, a silent ask of you to get going.
you glance at him, seeing the silent plead in his eyes. with a nod of acknowledgment, you turn back to the prince and bow ever so slightly. “sorry, i guess we’ve gotta go. it was nice meeting you!” you smile, giving him a wave.
“ah, i suppose i shouldn’t keep you then. let’s meet again soon, [MC].” minhaj smirks, taking your hand and giving it a shake. he looks over to jamil, his smirk turning into a cocky grin that you wouldn’t catch if you blinked. “jamil, it was nice seeing you as well. tell kalim of the asim’s i wish him well.”
“..of course. well, if you excuse us.” jamil replied with a strain in his voice, grabbing your hand out of the other boys grasp and whisking you away. you let out a slight yelp as you followed close behind.
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jamil held a tight grip on your hand, not seeming to let go anytime soon. you don’t even think he noticed because all that was written on his face was annoyance and irritation.
the mask he barely held together had long melted the minute he turned around and strung you along. not including the voices of the crowd, the silence between you two was loud.
he was about to lose his marbles. that spoiled prince, chatting with you as if you knew him since forever. if jamil hadn’t intervened, he would’ve probably swept you away and convince you to join royal sword academy. always getting everything he asked.. why wouldn’t he? while jamil fought tooth and nail to get what he desired, all minhaj had to do was ask.
jamil had worked too hard to get you to even glance at him, to make you think he’s worth something.. but even so, he doesn’t know if that’s even the truth. he—
“jamil?” you say his name, breaking the silence between you two. he froze in his tracks, glancing back at you with a neutral expression.
“yes, prefect?” jamil replied before you suddenly squeezed his hand and began to run. it was sudden, it was chaotic, you were running like someone was chasing you. “prefect?! where in the world are you going?!” he shouts, though all you did was laugh at him in response. his heart pounded in his chest, almost all the surfacing anger being lifted at the sight of your smile.
the smile meant for him, he hoped.
you finally stopped by a bench, allowing jamil to catch his breath before glancing up at you. “by the seven, what was that for?” he manages to breath out, resting his hand on the bench.
“to get your mind off your doubts.” you stated simply, letting go of his hand with a proud look on your face. jamil simply tilted his head to the right with a confused look on his face.
“excuse me?” he asks almost offendedly before you get closer to him. his gaze went from your face to the ground below him, holding his tongue and biting the inside of his cheek. he could feel the heat rushing to his face at the close proximity, but he is not trying to let that show.
“don’t lie to me, jamil viper,” you start, pressing a finger to his chest. “we all saw it on your face.” you frowned, though it wasn’t serious. if anything, you looked a bit smug. “a jealous scowl on your face doesn’t suit you.”
jamil lets out an exasperated sigh. “jealous? prefect i—”
“aha, see! evidence.” you grin, throwing him off guard. “in front of minhaj, you actually said my name! you don’t do that.” you laugh, watching his eyes widen. jamil grumbled something under his breath before you took his face in your hands.
“jamil, you know i’m not going anywhere, right?” you ask, tempting him to look at you. “right now, my home is at night raven college. and right now, my heart is too full of you to leave.” your statement was bold, even for him. he slowly put a hand over your own, looking you in the eyes.
because of his unique magic, nobody likes to look him in the eyes whenever they speak. they look everywhere but his face, everywhere but him. to them he is nobody, to them he is a threat.
but you? you look him in the eyes without a second thought. there is no fear, no hesitance, no second guessing. you look him right in the eyes without a doubt in your mind that you can put your full trust in him.
the words on his tongue were lost, his mouth hanging slightly agape. you chuckled before letting go of his face and letting him take a moment to let out the breath he was holding. he pulls the hoodie of his sweater over his eyes, trying desperately to hide the blush that inevitably took over his entire face.
“let’s.. let’s just get going.” he grumbled, walking ahead of you with quick steps. how did he even meet someone as unpredictable as you?
as you trailed behind, you’re about to approach the large crowd you two once got separated in. he stopped walking and turned back to you.
“hm?” you hum, watching jamil come closer. he grabs your hand and held it tightly. “oh? feeling like a gentleman?” you chuckled, teasing him a little.
not wanting to be the only flustered one, jamil raised your knuckles to his lips and brushed against them softly. you felt yourself eat your words as it was your turn to feel your pupils blow wide open.
“now we can’t get lost, right [MC]?” jamil murmured, unable to hide the smug grin creeping up on his face.
you two walked back to nrc hand in hand, a comfortable silence hanging between you two as you weaved through a crowd.
if this is what his jealousy entailed, then maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.
A/N: seeing how jamil acts with the new rsa student is so funny i had to write something asap i am in love with you jamil viper
date published: 03/28/26
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