caught in the rain ( jaemin )
genre : fluff
word count : 0.9k
summary : your plans with jaemin change due to some gloomy weather
jaemin’s voice bounces off the brick alley walls as you two try to escape the sudden heavy rainfall, hopping over puddles as if you were avoiding landmines in a battlefield. rain falls from the sky angrily, but you both giggle joyfully, finding your situation reminiscent of a rom-com you once watched. jaemin reaches back for your hand, not daring to leave you behind, and tucks you under the side of his jacket.
you two were off to visit the park and take photos together, but you hadn’t made it very far from home before the sky opened up, dampening your plans — and yourselves, of course.
after finding solace on the porch of your apartment complex, you admire jaemin’s (now drenched) appearance. droplets of water form constellations in the dark fringe that hangs in front of his forehead. you watch as one trails down a strand of his hair, eventually falling onto his nose then pooling in the dip of his cupid’s bow. you think he looks gorgeous, and by the way his eyes take you in adoringly yet speechlessly, you know he feels the same about you.
“rainy day in today then, yeah?” he smiles.
after shuffling off your squeaky shoes at the door, you gravitate toward the space heater, wasting no time to seat yourself in front of it and absorb its warmth. jaemin hangs his coat on a clothing rack to dry before he catches a glance at you, chuckling as he finds your crouched form adorable. he grabs a throw blanket from the couch and stretches it across his arms-width, wrapping you in it from behind and squeezing your shoulders gently in a hug.
“you warm enough, love?” he frowns, concern evident in his tone. you're sure he can feel the slight shiver dancing over your body.
“i’m okay, jaem,” you assure him, leaning back into his embrace. “how are you, though? you took most of the hits from the rain out there.”
“had to keep my angel dry,” he assures with another squeeze around your shoulders. jaemin stands, leaving the blanket draped around your shoulders. he wipes a few stray raindrops off his neck and cheeks and you spot the dark splotches of water that paint his clothing.
it's almost ridiculous how handsome he still looks despite the downpour he was caught in. he shakes his head and combs his fingers through his hair, styling it almost flawlessly, as if the rain was a professional hair gel product.
“i’ll go get us sweatshirts, yeah? then let’s cook something to warm us up," he suggests.
jaemin retreats into his room and reappears with two of his crewnecks. still sitting on the floor, you look up at him with doe eyes. he leans over you and motions for you to raise your arms, cooing at you, then pulls the sweatshirt over your head. jaemin loves to treat you like royalty, performing even the smallest acts of service to make you comfortable. and it makes you melt every time.
once he throws on his own sweatshirt, he takes your hands and lifts you to your feet. together, you pad into the kitchen, splitting apart only to gather the various ingredients and utensils you need to make your favorite stew. you're filling a pot with broth to boil when jaemin snakes his arms around your waist, pressing his body to yours from behind and lightly kissing the sensitive area on your collarbone.
“i’m sorry we didn’t get to go to the park today, baby,” he mumbles into your shoulder. once he notices you’ve set up a cutting board on the counter for him to help dice the vegetables, he detaches himself from you and begins working promptly.
“we can always go another day,” you smile, bumping his hip with yours as you let the sound of chopping fill the space between you.
after a few moments, you notice the sound get significantly quieter. with a quick glance up, you notice jaemin has stopped cutting the vegetables to stare at you. his eyes are wide and the corners of his lips are pulled upwards in an adoring grin.
“jaemin, you’re going to hurt yourself if you aren’t paying attention,” you scold him earnestly, but your cheeks still heat up with his unwavering gaze.
“i’m being careful, i just wanted to look at your face,” he hums. “you look so cute when you’re focused.”
finishing the meal preparation with a blush painting your cheeks, you set the table and light a few candles while jaemin separates the steaming stew into two dishes — he always insists on being the one to plate your meals.
you never notice, but every time he secretly gives you a bit more, always wanting to make sure you’ve eaten enough.
sweet talk and the heavy rain thumping on the windows make up the soundtrack to your dinner. jaemin’s hand rests on your knee while you enjoy your meal together, and you feel so at peace in your kitchen — the warmth radiating between your loving gazes is enough to make you forget about the cold, gloomy weather outside.
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