Jaemin x Reader, 0.3k, fluff, best friends to lovers, no warnings. Masterlist
“Jaemin!”
Poking his head out of the front door, you watched as your best friend raised an eyebrow at the sight of your figure standing in the rain, your clothes started to get drenched as you waved him over.
“Come here!” you called.
He shook his head. “Are you crazy? You’ll catch a cold.”
“I don’t care, just come here!”
Sighing, he disappeared quickly to slip on his shoes, then lifted the hood of his sweater as he jogged over to join you, sidestepping a puddle that had formed on the driveway.
“Okay,” he said, rubbing his hands together for warmth. “Now what?”
You grinned at him. “Kiss me.”
He stared. “I-what?”
“I said, kiss me.”
Jaemin’s eyes were wide as he looked around in panic. “We could literally get struck by lightning and you want to kiss in the goddamn rain?!”
“Absolutely,” you said.
Taking a deep breath, he hesitantly took a step closer and brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, brushing a soaked strand of hair aside. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes held a question — are you sure you want this?
You’d loved this boy for too long to say no.
Nodding, you let him press his lips against yours, relishing the way they seem to fit just right. You looped your arms around his neck, pulling your body closer to his as he smiled against your mouth. At that moment, you didn’t care that you would mostly have a cold for the next week and a half. You didn’t care that the sound of the thunder was increasing with every passing second. You didn’t care about anything because you were finally kissing your best friend after loving him for five years — always watching from the side, but never doing anything about your aching heart until now.
Jaemin pulled away slowly and rested his forehead against yours, the fabric of his hood brushing against your hair, his thumb running gently against your cheek. His body was warm against your colder one, the chill of the rain making you shiver as he chuckled quietly.
“Be mine?” he asked, the hope evident in his voice.
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.
