a/n: writing songfics to avoid working on my full fics>>>> anyway i was inspired bythesesongs so go give em a listen
pairing: jaemin x reader
wc: 448
genre: fluff, tooth rotting fluff. also no warnings so read freely
“i love you,” he calls. you’re only heading to the grocery store to pick up a few things, but its always been in jaemin’s nature to be dramatic, and right now is no different. “it’s not like i’m going to war,” you giggle, “i know.” he says, his hand gripping yours to stop you from walking any further. “so..?” you reply, a brow raised. you look at your hands intertwined, and then back up to him, where he’s now begun pouting. “say it back,” he whines. “why?” you whine back, mocking him.
“because,”
“because?”
“cause i said so.”
“…no.”
he stands up at that, hand still holding yours, dragging you into his chest. his eyes hold yours with an intensity that would make you uncomfortable if you didn’t know him so well.
“youalways say it back,” he murmurs, leaning his forehead against yours. he grabs your other hand, shakes your arms slightly. “come onnn,” he hums, “please?”. your resolve gets weaker and weaker by the second, and you sigh.
you could never say no to him, anyway.
“…fine. iloveyoutoo,”
“what?”
“i love you too,” you growl, playfully. “don’t push your luck,” you warn, but even you can’t fight the smile threatening to split your lips. “see?” he says, smirking. “now gimme a kiss,” he says, dropping his voice half an octave in that way that sends shivers down your spine and makes your heart speed up a little. his lips brush yours, his hands come up to rest in your hair, fingertips lightly massaging your scalp.
you think you could get lost in this feeling of jaemin - like he’s there but not quite there - for eternity if he’d let you. “hey,” he mumbles, “you gonna let me kiss you or what?”. you hum in assent, and he nips your bottom lip - just barely, not enough for you to complain - before capturing your mouth with his. they’re short, intermittent; but his lips are soft all the same.
jaemin’s ardent and devoted in his love for you - there’s not a single day he doesn’t show it. he’s a leo, he says. it’s in his blood, in his genetic makeup to love you as loud and as open as possible - and it shows. as he pulls away, his eyes fluttering open, dilated, dazed, his voice hoarse - he speaks. “don’t be gone too long, yeah?” its a simple statement, simple question, even. but its the vulnerability in his voice that tells you it’s loaded with something more. he wants you to come back to him - because he doesn’t know how he’ll function if you don’t. you have his heart and soul in your clutches, after all.
a/n: inspired by this song! listen to it while reading please!
pairing: haechan x reader
wc: 409
genre: fluff!! no warnings, its all good here
haechan really doesn’t like this.
its simply not fair, he thinks.
unfair, that you consume his every waking moment and all of his dreams and nightmares.
unfair, that he finds himself subconsciously adjusting his appearance whenever he thinks he sees you - on campus, in a coffee shop, in the library.
unfair, that he visibly brightens at the mention of your name. so, unbelievably, inexplicably unfair that he, lee haechan, known as donghyuck to friends and family, and haechan to everyone else, for all his confidence and bravado, is reduced to a bumbling, blushing mess when it comes to you.
he sees you everywhere he goes - he hears your laugh as he walks across campus, he sees your silhouette, hunched over your laptop in the library, he sees your face; your oh so beautiful face, in the place of every female celebrity he happens to look at. you don’t know it, too wrapped up in your own feelings for him that you’re certain he doesn’t return, and he refuses to acknowledge it, the truth sitting in the depths of his heart.
the truth being that his heart is yours - you hold it in your hands every time you reassure him that he’s done fine on the recent assignment, every time you hug him in greeting and goodbye, everytime you turn your head when he calls your name. what he doesn’t know is that your heart is also his - that he’s held it since he worked with you on a group project, since he started bringing an extra cup of hot chocolate for you each morning, since you noticed just how much you wish he’d save his smile for your eyes to admire only.
he wants to hate you so bad - he wants to despise you, to push you away, so he no longer feels so out of his element - but more than that, he wants to feel your lips on his, wants to bury his head in your chest, wants to lay with you, trace the shape of your face with his eyes, wants to be the first thing you see in the morning and the last thing you see at night, wants to show you all his scars, and kiss all of yours away. he wants to protect you from all that’s bad in the world. he wants to be the cause of your happiness and your joy.
he wants to be yours. he just hopes you’ll have him.
