#jaemin blurbs

[15:09]

“pretty.”jaemin mutters softly, his thumb running over your knuckles. you could hear the leaves rustling in the late summer wind as you lay sprawled out upon the pale yellow picnic blanket underneath you and jaemin. a mischievous smile plays on your lips as you quirked back at him.

“are you talking about me or the sky there, babe?” his eyes flicker towards you, a small smile playing on his lips as he shuffles closer to you. jaemin’s hair was slightly windblown, his hand suddenly enveloping yours in a warm embrace as he rests his head lazily into the crook of your neck. you could hear a deep sigh coming from jaemin as he placed a soft kiss onto your cheek. you smiled shyly to yourself, you could feel your cheeks starting to burn a rosy red from his kiss.

jaemin nestles closer to you as he murmurs. “both.” you hear him pause in his sentence. you turn towards him, an eyebrow arched before he continues. “though, in my eyes you’re prettier.”

[20:45]

“dance with me, y/n?”boyfriend!jaeminasks you, his chocolate eyes glimmering in the dim lighting of the apartment. slow yet charming music started to flood the empty apartment as he took a careful step closer towards you, his arm extended towards you with a small smirk playing upon his lips. you carefully slide a worn bookmark between the aged pages of your book as you turn to your boyfriend, his sweater hanging loose off his frame. you let out a deep sigh before taking his outreached hand, a mischevious grin gracing both of your faces as jaemin gracefully spins you into his embrace.

you feel your chest flushed against his as he wraps his warm hand around your waist, pulling you closer as you both sway to the melodic music across the hardwood floors. “so,” you mutter quietly. “mind me asking what spurred this sudden dance?” you let your gaze fall on jaeminas he looks back at you, a reddish hue starting to spread lightly across his cheeks as he answered back. “what? is it not allowed for a boyfriend like me to take the one i love for a romantic dance?” you giggle at his response, nuzzling yourself closer into the warm crook of his neck as you feel jaemin’sgrip around your waist tighten.

“fair point.” jaeminsmiles lopsidedly at your response as he watches you sway alongside him under the pale lighting of the apartment, creating an ethereal aura around the both of you. he lets outs a soft sight before he lets his temple rest lazily against yours. you hum contently as you place a chaste kiss upon jaemin’s lips, leaving you feeling fluttery from his touch. jaemin pauses for a second before turning his head towards your lips as they crash softly together, letting your feet move along accordingly to the slow rhythm of the music. you feel your shoulders droop as you both pull away, smiling coyly at each other before you return your chin to jaemin’sbroad shoulders and his to your temple. this goes on for a while. jaemin’seyes glazed over with pure adoration towards you and yours filled with a deep love for him.

the song in the background seems to never cease, playing the same sweet melody over and over again as you both slow-dance away into the airy night with hearts full of an evergrowing love. 

[00:02]

“what are you so happy for?” you ask jaeminas you two lie tangled under a blanket, watching the stars twinkle from the comfort of your apartment window. you feel his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “nothing really,” he replies, placing a soft kiss to the side of your neck. “it’s just that i get to wake up to an angel every morning.”jaeminwhispers as his thumb rubs your exposed cheek. you mutter “go to sleep, you sappy dork.” as he giggles softly before placing another tender kiss upon your lips. jaeminfinds himself cuddling closer to him as you both fall asleep in each other’s arms.

[ 2:02pm ] this is pt.5 of my enemy!jaemin series

enemy!jaemin has a singular question banging around the walls of his brain, and it’s giving him a throbbing headache in the middle of class.

and the question is: what happened?

your sudden disappearance from yesterday’s basketball game is still unexplained, and his whole body is twitching to interrogate you as you sit next to him, innocently twirling your pencil in your hand. the curiosity was hurling endless possibilities at the back of his head, making him unable to focus on whatever the teacher was saying about Shakespeare. 

maybe what was more mysterious was the fact that today you seem so unbothered. you had walked into class without a single mention of the game, insulted him on his outfit today per usual, and have been paying close attention to the lesson even until now.

he wants to shake your shoulders and demand you tell him what happened that afternoon, to bribe ryujin to give him some hints, to get first-hand knowledge by being there as you walked into the gymnasium. but you don’t even consider him as a friend as far as he knows, and you two aren’t close enough for him to just point out that he was paying close attention to you… as a concerned friend, of course. 

maybe it’s a relief that whatever happened wasn’t devastating enough for it to bother you over the span of 24 hours. he’s happy that you seem happy, but not because he’s like obsessed or anything, but because he’s a good person who wants to see everybody in a positive mood. yeah. that’s why.

just when his mind is about to further convince himself of this reason, he feels something poking his back.

“what do you want?” he monotonously asks without turning around.

“i’m bored,” jeno complains while incessantly jabbing his best friend.

“you win one game and you’re already restless,” jaemin sighs, while subtly eyeing for any sort of reaction from you at the mention of the basketball game, but to no avail. are you really okay? 

the poking finally stops as jeno rescinds his hand so he can cockily lean on it instead. “that’s right. yesterday’s game was so easy that the boredom has carried on to today.”

jaemin chuckles at the captain’s exaggeration and turns in his chair to dap him up. at this point, you would normally scoff at their ridiculousness from the side. but this time, you maintained your silence. weird. this causes jaemin’s smile to slightly falter, because for some reason he can’t explain, he actually WANTS you to tease him and make fun of him. 

the cocky boy continues the conversation, “aren’t you bored from that game too?”

“why would i be?” jaemin incredulously denies. “are you implying that i wasn’t enjoying watching my boyfriend win?” but he knows jeno was right, as he really wasn’t able to focus after you had left the game. he didn’t think that jeno would be able to catch on.

“i don’t know, you just seemed a little spaced out,” jeno admits with genuine concern. “i’m sorry the game was so easy… i didn’t expect it at all. i thought they were one of the best teams in our district? i guess the good ones graduated already.”

now jaemin is feeling guilty. he should’ve been more supportive, and now his best friend was feeling sorry because of it. but before he can apologize, jeno pipes up again.

“hey,” he lightly punches jaemin’s shoulder. “how can you even be bored when you were with that cute ass girl?”

from the corner of his eye, jaemin notices how your pencil immediately stops twirling at this question.

“boys, eyes up front!” the teacher loudly calls out, causing jaemin’s body to take a swift 180 to face the board. 

the class is completely silent after this, which makes jaemin cringe at the realization of how loud he was probably being. after a few more minutes of pretending to pay attention, he gets bored and decides to see if he can get anything out of you. 

“how was the game?” he tries to ask casually.

you give him an annoyed glance. “eyes up front, remember?”

the sneaky boy shifts his gaze from your face to the teacher and repeats himself, “how was the game?” 

you sigh and pause for several seconds, which makes jaemin wonder why you have to be so careful about answering the question. “i didn’t even go,” you confessed. “i had to leave because…” 

“JAEMIN, IF I CATCH YOU TALKING ONE MORE TIME-” 

both of you flinch at the teacher’s loud scolding and instantly get back to “work.” in his head, jaemin is thrashing around in frustration. he was so close, but so far. if he has to wait any longer to know just what the hell happened yesterday, he’s going to stroll into a mental institution and sign his name up.

if i ask tomorrow it’ll be too suspicious, he realizes. this is the only chance i have.

jaemin waits several more minutes (although it feels like an eternity) while closely eyeing the teacher. finally, the teacher wraps up the lesson and announces that everybody quietly work on their own.

almost immediately, he turns his head to you and asks, “so what was it you were saying?”

you stifle a laugh at how quick he was to jump on the conversation again, which makes him beam inside. 

“i had to leave because something came up.”

he’s thinking about calling the nearest mental institution and seeing if they have room for him.

“oh,” he says in an intrigued tone as if this was new information. “that’s a shame.”

you nod your head without elaborating.

he wonders if there are any mental institutions within 20 miles of his house so his mom won’t miss him too much. 

“did you realize you had a test tomorrow or something?” he tries to scoop an explanation from you.

“yeah, something like that.”

he wonders how many friends he can make at the psychiatric ward. 

“JAEMIN, what did i say about not talking?” the teacher abruptly stands up from his desk with daggers shooting from his eyes. jaemin’s head perks up in alarm and quickly defends himself, “i wasn’t-”

“(y/n)…” the scary man continues.

(this was your turn to perk your head up)

“…don’t you dare think you’re off the hook either,” he points a threatening finger at you. you’re about to open your mouth to also defend yourself, but before you can even let out a noise, he says the d-word.

“detention both of you!” 

the classroom silently watches this unfold as you sit there in absolute horror. on the flip side, jaemin barely gives a shit, as he’s almost always in the principal’s custody due to his mischievousness. if anything, he’s more worried about you—you’ve NEVER gotten disciplined by the school before.

when the teacher sits back down and the atmosphere calms down, you rub your temples in frustration. “this is all your fault,” you breathe.

“you shouldn’t have responded to me then,” jaemin bites back in a hushed tone, although he genuinely feels bad for dragging you into this. 

you slump onto your desk in frustration. “i can’t believe i have to be in the same room as you for an hour.” 

“look forward to it sweetie,” the annoying boy sings… although for some reason… he feels like he’s the one who’s excited for it.