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strljaem · 4 days

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“look at me, baby.”

💿: love on the brain, rihanna.

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the window, illuminating my study desk as I tapped away at my MacBook keyboard. My black-framed glasses perched on my nose, my eyebrows furrowed in concentration as I flipped through the pages of my assignment book. As a PhD student with a bachelor’s degree in computer science, my work was demanding and relentless. I was deep in the zone, completely absorbed in my research, swinging my legs absentmindedly on the chair, my hair tied back in a ponytail.

Hours had slipped by without my noticing. It was nearing 3 PM, and I had been glued to my desk for at least four hours. Na Jaemin, my fiancé, always found it endearing how seriously I took my studies. He would often peek in from the door, watching me with a fond smile without wanting to disturb my workflow. Today was no different; however, he seemed more determined to ensure I took a break.

Just as I decided to take a short break, closing my laptop and grabbing my phone to chat with friends about our assignment, I heard the familiar creak of the door opening. My eyes were still fixated on my phone screen, my fingers typing aggressively against the clock with the due date looming. Then, a deep, gentle voice called my name, making my heart skip a beat. Jaemin’s voice was like honey, sweet and soothing.

I turned to look at him. Jaemin stood at the door, his silver comma hair perfectly framing his smooth, baby-soft face. His plump red lips curled into a smile that was both gorgeous and cute. He wore a black sweatshirt and grey sweatpants, looking effortlessly attractive. "Can I come in?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief and warmth.

“Yes, come in,” I replied, trying to maintain my composure. He entered, carrying a tray of mangoes, my favorite fruit. My heart melted a little more. He knew exactly how to brighten my day. “Here, you should stop working and eat these,” he said, dragging a chair beside my study desk and sitting next to me. He began his familiar nagging, gentle yet serious, showing how much he cared about my well-being.

I put my phone down and began eating the mangoes, listening to his words of concern. My eyes stayed glued to the plate, feeling guilty for neglecting my health. His voice, although serious, was a testament to his love and care for me. When he finally asked, “Do you understand?” in that sweetest, gentle tone, I nodded without looking at him.

“Look at me, baby,” he said in a deeper tone, sending shivers down my spine. I paused, my cheeks heating up. Slowly, I turned to face him, my mouth full of mangoes, resembling a hamster with stuffed cheeks. He chuckled at my appearance, finding it irresistibly cute.

“I understood everything,” I mumbled, swallowing the mangoes quickly. “I’m sorry for neglecting my health sometimes.”

He just stared at me, his eyes soft. “It’s fine. My responsibility as your fiancé is to always take care of you,” he said, making my heart swell with love. I smiled and replied, “You also, don’t forget to take care of yourself, especially as an idol.” His chuckle in response was the most handsome sound I’d ever heard.

After finishing the mangoes, I thanked him and gave him a peck on the cheek. Jaemin blushed, smiling shyly. “I’ll get going; I have to pack for tomorrow,” he said, reminding me of his impending departure for another concert. We had discussed this before our engagement, and although I missed him when he was away, I supported his dreams wholeheartedly.

As he stood up, picking up the tray, our eyes locked. The air between us was thick with unspoken emotions. I felt flustered, unable to hold his gaze. Jaemin, noticing my discomfort, reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my cheek. His touch was electrifying, making my cheeks burn even more. He chuckled, knowing he had successfully made me blush, and then he said, “Bye-bye,” in the cutest tone, making me smile.

“Bye,” I replied, watching as he left the room, closing the door behind him. I took a deep breath, my heart still racing from our interaction. I covered my face with my hands, feeling a mix of shyness and joy. After a moment, I grabbed my water bottle, took a sip, and opened my MacBook again, a smile lingering on my lips. With renewed energy, I resumed my work, grateful for the love and support of my wonderful fiancé.

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strljaem · 6 days

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strljaem · 8 days

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“was it cute like me?"

💿 : dream a little dream of me, michael bublé.

Your love story with Jaemin began in the most magical way—at a concert, where you were lucky enough to get backstage passes. As a dedicated fan of NCT Dream, you'd always admired Jaemin from afar, never daring to dream that he'd notice you. But fate had different plans.

It was a warm summer night when you finally met Jaemin in person. You were backstage after the concert, the excitement still buzzing through the air. The moment he walked in, it was as if the world tilted in his direction. He was stunning in his casual attire, with his jet-black hair tousled from the energetic performance. When he spoke to you, it felt like the universe had conspired to bring you together. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and by the end of the night, you'd exchanged social media and phone numbers.

What followed were countless dates, conversations, late-night talks, and everything in between. You got to know each other in private, sharing your hopes, dreams, and even silly inside jokes. Jaemin was always attentive, his eyes lighting up every time he saw you. You soon became inseparable, often spending weekends exploring the city, trying new restaurants, or simply watching movies at home.

Jaemin's busy schedule as an idol and your rigorous studies for your PhD in computer science meant that time together was precious. But you both made it work, always finding ways to connect despite the distance. You met each other's families, and they welcomed you both with open arms. Jaemin's sweet personality won over everyone he met, and your intelligence and charm captivated his family.

Then came the wedding—a beautiful ceremony filled with love, laughter, and tears of joy. You and Jaemin were finally married, and it felt like a dream come true. The world seemed to shine a little brighter, and every moment with Jaemin was filled with happiness.

A year had passed since that magical day, and tonight was your first anniversary. Jaemin had reserved a grand restaurant for the occasion, a quiet, elegant place with dim lighting and soft music. He looked incredibly handsome that night, wearing a black jacket over a brown turtleneck. His jet-black hair was perfectly styled, and his smile could light up any room. You were equally stunning, with your long black hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a black blouse and black leggings. The YSL high heels he had gifted you for your birthday completed the look, adding a touch of sophistication.

As you entered the restaurant hand in hand, the waitress guided you to your reserved table. The ambiance was perfect, with a candle flickering softly between you. Jaemin looked at you with adoration in his eyes and said, "You're beautiful." You laughed and replied, "I know." He chuckled, and the warmth in his gaze was unmistakable.

During dinner, Jaemin shared stories about his preparation for The Dream Show 3 world tour. He seemed a bit down when he mentioned Renjun's temporary absence, and you nodded, understanding the bond between the members. "Call me as soon as you landed," you reminded him. He smiled and nodded, saying, "I'm going to miss you. Take care." You knew you'd miss him too, but you also knew you had your own work to focus on.

While eating your spaghetti, a memory from last night flashed through your mind. You'd had a dream about you and Jaemin having a baby—a cute little boy with your big brown eyes and Jaemin's nose. The scene in the dream was so vivid, you were in a beautiful garden, walking together. Jaemin was holding a stroller, while you held the baby in your arms. He gently caressed the baby's cheek as he slept, and you both laughed together, filled with happiness.

As you drifted into the memory, Jaemin noticed you spacing out and snapped his fingers in front of you. "Where have you been, darling?" he asked, concerned. You blinked back to reality and took a deep breath before saying, "I had a dream about us having a baby." Jaemin, who was chewing on a meatball, choked at your words, his eyes widening in surprise. You quickly handed him a glass of water, and he gulped it down, coughing a bit. You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, and he gave you a playful glare.

"Aigoo, really! You had a dream? Was it cute like me?" he asked, trying to play it cool. You nodded and said, "Very. The baby is so cute. He has both of our features." Jaemin laughed nervously, looking down at his food as if avoiding eye contact. You raised an eyebrow at him, questioning his reaction. "What? Aren't you happy?" you asked, and he looked up at you with a mischievous grin. "Maybe it means you're ready to have a child," he teased.

You playfully smacked his arm, causing him to wince and pat it dramatically. "What if I say that I'm ready?" you asked, smirking. Jaemin's eyes widened at your response, and you saw a mixture of surprise and excitement in his expression. "Wow, so sexy," he replied, earning a scoff from you.

As you returned to your food, Jaemin suggested, "We'll see. Give me some time." You nodded, holding back your laughter, knowing he was trying to buy time. He mentioned that the world tour would go on until the end of the year, hinting that he'd have more time then. You nodded, twirling your pasta with your fork, and said, "Thank God." Jaemin pouted, and you burst into laughter at his reaction.

That night was filled with laughter, warmth, and the promise of a bright future together. You both knew that you had different paths to pursue—Jaemin with his idol career and you with your PhD—but your love was strong enough to weather any challenge. As you left the restaurant, hand in hand, you felt that you were both on a journey, one filled with love, adventure, and endless possibilities. And whatever the future held, you were ready to face it together.

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strljaem · 9 days

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"I can't believe I ended up in here."

inspired by ; Transformers (2007)

💿 : my love, justin timberlake.

Na Jaemin sat in the back of his father’s yellow car, watching the rain streak across the windshield. He was nervous. He always got nervous when he saw you. You were the popular girl at school, known for your long wavy brown-black hair, beautiful light brown eyes, and a perfectly toned body that looked like it belonged on the cover of a magazine. You had a kind, friendly personality, were athletic, and excelled in academics. Everyone liked you, but Jaemin was just a name in the background, someone who admired from afar but never quite had the courage to approach.

The rain made the school parking lot glisten, reflecting the yellow of Jaemin's car. He'd begged his dad for this car, hoping it would give him the confidence to make a move. But every time he saw you with Jeno, your boy best friend, his resolve crumbled. Jeno was one of the popular football players, always surrounded by a crowd of fans. He had a habit of gaslighting you, making you feel insignificant. Yet you remained friendly, going with the flow even when he treated you poorly.

One day, after school, Jaemin sat in his car, debating whether to approach you when he saw you with Jeno and your group of friends. You were laughing, but Jaemin sensed a hidden tension. He saw Jeno invite you into his pickup truck, and you agreed, though you didn’t seem as enthusiastic as usual. Something about the situation felt off, and Jaemin’s curiosity got the better of him. He decided to follow, keeping a safe distance.

The rain had stopped, but the clouds lingered as Jaemin tailed you and Jeno. The pickup led him to a secluded spot by the beach, under the shade of some trees. He parked a little farther back, watching as you got out of Jeno's truck, clearly agitated. Jeno followed you, pleading, but you brushed him off, yelling at him. Jaemin saw Jeno try to grab your hand, but you pushed him away, storming off toward the beach. Jeno kicked the dirt in frustration and got back into his truck, speeding off, leaving you alone.

Jaemin knew this was his chance. He started the car and drove slowly toward you, rolling down the window as he approached. He couldn't see your face at first, just your waist, dressed in a pink crop top and short jeans. You were holding a Prada sling bag, and your heels clicked against the pavement. Jaemin was a little flustered by the sight but lowered his gaze to catch your attention.

"Hey, do you want to come in for a ride?" he asked, trying to sound casual despite the nervousness in his voice.

You turned to him, still fuming from your argument with Jeno, but you didn't want to be rude. You nodded and got into the car without saying a word, staring out the window. Jaemin smiled to himself, glad that he'd finally gotten you in his car. He started driving, but the silence between you was heavy. He glanced over at you, still leaning against the window, and felt a pang of anxiety.

"I can't believe I ended up in here," you said, breaking the silence, but your words were heavy with frustration.

Jaemin's heart sank. "I'm sorry. If you're uncomfortable, I can stop and let you out here," he offered, genuinely concerned.

You shook your head. "No, no, it's not your fault. It's fine. Thank you for offering me a ride," you replied, flashing him a quick smile. Jaemin's heart fluttered at the sight of your smile. He looked away, his cheeks flushing, and focused on the road.

The car ride continued in relative silence until you broke it with a question. "What's your name again? I know we go to the same school, but..." You trailed off, pretending to forget his name.

"Jaemin. My name's Jaemin," he replied, a little stutter in his voice.

"Oh, right, Jaemin. Sorry, I'm really bad with names," you said with a sheepish smile. "I'm—"

"You're y/n," he interrupted, almost too quickly.

You blinked, surprised that he knew your name. But then you remembered you were one of the most popular people at school; of course, he'd know who you were. You laughed it off, trying to lighten the mood.

The car continued down the road until, suddenly, it stalled. Jaemin panicked, trying to restart it, but it wouldn't turn over. He glanced at you with a worried expression, giving a nervous chuckle. You sighed and stepped out of the car, tying your hair in a bun as you walked to the front. Jaemin followed, watching as you opened the hood and started inspecting the engine. He was impressed by how effortlessly you checked the components, explaining what might be wrong, but he couldn't hear a word you were saying. He was too focused on the way your hair moved with the breeze and how easily you maneuvered around the engine.

"Jaemin?" you called, snapping him back to reality. He looked at you, flustered. "Were you listening to me?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," he said, though it was clear he hadn't heard a thing. You rolled your eyes playfully and told him to try starting the car again. He got in and turned the key, and the engine roared back to life. Jaemin cheered, and you smiled, closing the hood and getting back in the car.

"My dad owns a mechanic shop, so I've learned a thing or two about cars," you explained, brushing your hands together to remove any dirt. Jaemin nodded, impressed. He couldn't believe he was fanboying over someone who seemed to be good at everything.

Jaemin started driving again, both of you chatting about school and friends. He made a few jokes, and you laughed, making him feel more at ease. When he finally pulled up to your house, Jaemin couldn't help but stare at you as you prepared to leave. You bit your lip and smiled, “Thank you,” escaping your lips with the sweetest tone ever that actually gave Jaemin the feeling that he would kneel and propose to you on the spot.

"No problem," he replied, his heart racing, but he acted cool. You winked at him before getting out of the car, your hips swaying as you walked toward your front door. Jaemin watched, unable to tear his eyes away. When you disappeared inside, he let out a cheer, turning on the radio to Justin Timberlake's "My Love," feeling on top of the world as he drove away.

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strljaem · 11 days

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“we were pretty dumb, weren't we?”

this is based on a scene from Tangled 💛

The campfire crackled softly, its flickering flames casting warm shadows across the trees that encircled our campsite. The sky above was a deep navy, stars faintly twinkling like distant campfires of their own, and the smell of pine mingled with the smoky scent of burning wood. Jaemin and I sat on a couple of old logs that we’d found around the site, our feet stretched out towards the fire to soak in the heat. Marshmallows roasted on sticks in our hands, slowly caramelizing and puffing up.

"Remember the time we tried to build a treehouse?" Jaemin chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "It was supposed to be our secret hideout, but the thing collapsed before we even got the walls up."

I laughed, watching the marshmallow on my stick catch fire and quickly blowing it out. "Yeah, I still can't believe we didn't get hurt. We were pretty dumb, weren't we?"

"Definitely," he replied, grinning as he took a bite of his charred marshmallow. "But it was fun. We thought we were so clever, planning to make a whole hideout from scratch with just some old boards and a hammer."

We shared a laugh, reminiscing about the countless misadventures we'd had over the years. We'd been best friends since kindergarten, inseparable from the moment we'd met. It was a bond that had always felt unbreakable, like family. There was never any sense of romantic tension between us; it was pure friendship. A bond built on trust, shared memories, and the simple joy of being around each other.

But tonight, something felt different. It wasn't that we suddenly felt any kind of romantic feelings—it was more like the air around us had shifted. The tension wasn't uncomfortable, just palpable, like the silent understanding that our friendship had reached a new level of depth.

"Can I tell you something?" I asked, my voice softer as I watched the fire. Jaemin turned to look at me, his expression immediately attentive. He nodded, and I took a deep breath. "I used to have critical eczema when I was younger. It was really bad. I had to deal with it for years, and it left a lot of scars."

Jaemin's eyes softened with concern as he listened. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with genuine empathy. "I never knew."

I nodded, the memories flooding back. "It was hard. It felt like my skin was betraying me. I used to scratch a lot, and I still have some scars from it." I paused, then decided to show him what I meant.

I slid my hair off my shoulders, letting it fall behind my neck, revealing the small scars along my collarbone. I glanced at him, noticing the way his eyes widened slightly with surprise. His gaze was gentle, concerned, and he didn't say a word, just listened as I explained.

Then, I slid my shirt off my shoulder, exposing more of the scars that ran across my skin. I could feel Jaemin's eyes on me, his lips slightly parted in shock at my boldness. I didn't even realize I was exposing so much skin to him, someone I was so close to, but I felt safe with him. It was like showing him a part of me that I’d kept hidden for so long.

"These are from scratching after showers," I explained, pointing to a particularly noticeable scar. Jaemin remained silent, just watching me with a look that was both fascinated and sympathetic. I pulled up my skinny jeans to reveal some scars on my legs, the shiny, smooth skin accentuated by the light of the fire. The moment felt intensely personal, and I couldn't help but notice Jaemin's expression change. He seemed caught off guard, like he wasn't sure how to react.

"Hey, you've been somewhere else just now?" I teased, chuckling at his sudden silence. Jaemin blinked and shook his head, snapping back to reality.

"What? No, I'm fine," he said quickly, his voice a little higher than usual. I saw him gulp nervously, and I couldn't help but laugh softly at his reaction.

"Oh, I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable—" I started, but Jaemin quickly cut me off.

"No, no, it's totally fine," he said, shaking his head. "We're close enough. It's just... we've never really talked about things like this before. It's... touching."

I nodded, feeling the warmth of the fire on my skin and the warmth of our friendship in my heart. There was something comforting about sharing our vulnerabilities with each other, about breaking down the barriers we'd never even noticed were there. As we sat there, staring into each other's eyes, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was something more to our bond than just friendship. But I wasn't ready to admit it yet, and neither was he.

We both burst into laughter at the same time, the tension easing as quickly as it had come. It was a great time for us—one of those rare moments where you feel completely at peace with someone, where everything just feels right.

"Thanks for being here," I said, smiling at him. "I couldn't imagine anyone else I'd rather share this with."

Jaemin grinned, nudging me with his shoulder. "Same here. You're my best friend, and nothing's going to change that."

As we sat there, marshmallows forgotten, I knew that no matter what happened in the future, our bond would always be strong. Whether it stayed as just friends or became something more, I was grateful to have him by my side.

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strljaem · 12 days

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“because it's fun watching you get flustered.”

adapted by ; “my demon” kdrama.

💿 : drunk in love, beyoncé ft. jay-z.

The fight between Jaemin and me had been brewing for days. Tension simmered beneath the surface, waiting to explode at the smallest provocation. It finally did, with a remark from him that was more biting than usual, igniting a storm of angry words between us. His usual cocky smirk faded as I shot back with just as much venom. But then I crossed a line—mentioning something that hit too close to home. Jaemin's eyes turned cold, his jaw clenched, and he grabbed his jacket, leaving the apartment without another word.

The silence that followed was unbearable. The once lively and cozy apartment felt cavernous without him. The cluttered kitchen with his unfinished coffee cups and the living room where he liked to watch late-night dramas with me felt eerily empty. I tried to focus on work, meeting deadlines and attending meetings, but my thoughts kept drifting back to him. His absence was a heavy weight on my chest.

Days passed without a single message or call. It was as if Jaemin had disappeared from my life. I knew he was likely at his company, but I had too much pride to reach out first. I kept telling myself that if he wanted to come back, he would. Yet, every evening, I found myself pacing the living room, glancing at my phone, hoping for a notification that never came.

After a particularly restless night, I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to see him, even if it meant confronting him at his company. I spent extra time getting ready, picking out a tailored black blazer over a crisp white blouse. My skinny jeans hugged my legs, and I wore my favorite black stilettos to add a touch of authority. I was determined to maintain my composure and not let him see how much I was affected by his absence.

The drive to Jaemin's company felt longer than usual. I parked in the underground garage and took the elevator to the main lobby. The building was a towering structure of glass and steel, its modern design gleaming in the evening light. As I stepped out of the elevator, the sheer grandeur of the lobby struck me—white marble floors, high ceilings, and intricate light fixtures that cast a warm glow. A massive chandelier hung in the center, casting patterns of light across the room.

The receptionist recognized me and gave me a polite nod as I walked toward the private elevators leading to the executive offices. The hallway was dimly lit, with black walls contrasting sharply with the brightness of the lobby. It was almost eerie, and my heels echoed loudly as I made my way to Jaemin's office.

His office was behind a large glass door, and as I pushed it open, I was greeted by a room that was both grand and imposing. A massive chandelier hung from the ceiling, and a huge leather sofa sat beneath it. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with dark-colored volumes, and a grand piano sat in one corner. The atmosphere was heavy, almost oppressive, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

Jaemin's CEO desk stood at the far end, a large nameplate reading "Na Jaemin" carved into a metal plaque. Despite the familiar setting, the room felt different—like something had changed. I walked slowly, taking in the scene. The silence was overwhelming, and I could almost hear my own heartbeat. As I approached the bookshelves, my fingers grazed along the spines of the books. Everything was meticulously arranged, each book perfectly aligned.

One book, in particular, caught my eye—a dark green volume that seemed slightly out of place. I reached to pull it from the shelf, but as I did, a hand pushed it back forcefully, making my heart jump. I turned, startled, and there was Jaemin, standing just inches away.

He looked different from the last time I'd seen him. His jet-black hair was wet, falling across his forehead, and he wore a blue cardigan with gray sweatpants. His chest was exposed, revealing his chiseled abs. His eyes had a dangerous glint, and he crossed his arms as he stared at me.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice low and edged with annoyance.

I swallowed, trying to regain my composure. "I came to see why you haven't been home," I replied, attempting to sound confident despite the racing of my heart.

Jaemin's lips curled into a smirk. "I figured you needed some space to cool off," he said, raising an eyebrow. "You seemed pretty angry last time we talked."

"That's because you were being impossible," I shot back, my irritation rising. "You just left without a word!"

He shrugged, still maintaining that infuriating smirk. "Maybe I needed a break from the constant nagging," he retorted.

I felt my temper flare, but I kept it in check. "So, is this what you do when you need a break? Lock yourself in your office?" I gestured around the room, emphasizing the emptiness.

Jaemin's smirk widened. "It's quiet here. No one to bother me," he said, his tone teasing.

I crossed my arms, not willing to back down. "Well, it's time to stop hiding and come back home," I said firmly. "Or do you plan on staying here forever?"

Jaemin's eyes flickered with amusement. "Maybe I will," he said with a playful shrug. "I kind of like it here."

I was about to retort when I noticed the golden necklace around his neck—a demon face pendant that seemed almost out of place given his casual attire. It was a stark contrast to his otherwise relaxed look. Jaemin followed my gaze and raised an eyebrow.

"Pervert," he said with a smirk, noticing I had been staring at his abs.

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, but I quickly regained my composure. "Why do you have to make everything into a joke?" I shot back, my irritation showing.

Jaemin chuckled softly. "Because it's fun watching you get flustered," he replied, his voice smooth and teasing.

I took a step back, crossing my arms in defiance. "Fine, then stay here if you want," I said, turning to leave. "But don't expect me to come running after you again."

I reached for the door, but it was locked. I frowned and tried to turn the doorknob again, but it wouldn't budge. Jaemin leaned against the bookshelves, watching me with amusement.

"Why'd you lock the door?" I demanded, my frustration growing.

"Because I knew you'd try to leave without a proper conversation," he said, his tone almost playful.

I felt my anger boiling over. "Unlock it now," I insisted, my voice sharp. "Or I'll scream."

Jaemin laughed softly. "Scream all you want," he said, his eyes gleaming. "No one's here except us."

I was about to yell when Jaemin teleported in front of me, his hand wrapping around my waist and his other hand covering my mouth. The sudden closeness made my heart race, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. His eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the hint of golden light in them—a sign of his demon nature.

"Shh," he whispered, his voice low and gentle. "I'm sorry about what happened. I didn't mean to hurt you."

His hand slid from my mouth to my waist, pulling me closer. I could feel his heart beating against my chest, and the intensity of his gaze was overwhelming. I stuttered, trying to keep my cool. "It's fine," I said softly. "Just... let me go. I'll wait for you at home."

Jaemin hesitated for a moment, his gaze searching mine. But then he released me, stepping back with a slight smile. "We'll see if I come back," he said, teasingly. "Don't get your hopes up."

I rolled my eyes and turned to unlock the door, feeling my cheeks burning with embarrassment and anger. "Whatever," I muttered, opening the door and storming out. As I walked down the hallway, I could still feel his touch on my waist, and my heart was racing from the encounter.

The drive back home was filled with a mix of emotions—anger, confusion, and something else I couldn't quite place. The way Jaemin had held me, the intensity of his gaze—it was different from the way he had been during our arguments. It was almost tender, yet still teasing in his own infuriating way.

When I arrived back at the apartment, I felt a surge of frustration. I had expected him to be contrite, to apologize and agree to come home, but he was as infuriatingly confident as ever. I wasn't sure if he was coming back, and that uncertainty gnawed at me. Despite my anger, I knew that if he showed up at the door, I wouldn't be able to turn him away.

But Jaemin was unpredictable, and I wasn't sure what he would do next. Would he stay at his company, enjoying the solitude and quiet, or would he come back to our shared home, ready to make amends? As I sat in the empty apartment, waiting, I knew one thing for sure—Jaemin had a way of keeping me on edge, and I hated that I couldn't seem to stay angry at him for long.

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strljaem · 12 days

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i want him it’s no joke

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strljaem · 12 days

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“i love you”

i was listening to saturn, sza while writing this ;)

I sat on my bed, my back pressed against the cushy pillows, a hand over my forehead, as if that would somehow contain the tidal wave of tears that had come rushing out after hours of battling with my Add Maths homework. “Saturn” by SZA played softly through my earbuds, a sweet balm on my frayed nerves. The dimly lit room offered a quiet solace, the faint glow of the streetlamp seeping through the floral curtains hanging from the window beside my bed. It was just me, the music, and the enveloping darkness—a cocoon where the world couldn’t reach me.

I closed my eyes, letting the soft melody carry me away from algebraic formulas and unending equations. The song was like a gentle lullaby, coaxing me into calm. But then, I heard a tap—a faint, rhythmic knock on my window. At first, I thought it might be part of the song, but I knew that wasn’t right; I’d listened to “Saturn” so many times this year that I knew every beat, every note, every nuance.

Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and saw him. Na Jaemin, my boyfriend, standing outside the window, smiling and waving at me. I almost screamed, my hand shooting to my mouth. He looked as stunning as ever, his hair styled perfectly even in the dim light, his eyes bright with mischief. His smile was the kind that could light up a room—or, in this case, a backyard—and his white t-shirt hung loosely on his broad shoulders.

I scrambled to turn off my MP3 player and slowly opened the window. “What are you doing here? How did you get up h—” I started to ask, but he cut me off with a grin.

“I climbed up,” he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He had that easygoing charm, the kind that could make you forget you were in trouble, even when you most definitely were.

I stared at him, my heart racing, unable to believe he was here. His presence felt like a splash of color in my otherwise monotonous night. He looked at me with those piercing eyes, the kind that made it hard to look away. Before I knew it, I was reaching out and grabbing his hands, pulling him into my room. He stumbled slightly and landed on my bed with a thump, laughing as he did. It felt surreal, having him here, in my space. I quickly closed the window, making sure no one saw him, then turned to check if the door was locked—thankfully, it was.

“Make yourself comfortable,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice low. He stretched out on my bed, his gaze wandering around the room, settling on my cluttered desk with its piles of papers, pens, and my calculator.

“Had a tough night?” he asked, his voice gentle. I couldn’t help but laugh nervously.

“Yeah,” I replied, not trusting myself to say more. It was too strange, too wonderful, having him here. I tried to steady my breathing, but the way he looked at me with those warm eyes made it impossible. He leaned over and patted my head, his hand sliding down to caress my cheek.

“You’ve worked hard. I’m so proud of you,” he said, his voice low and intimate. My cheeks flushed, and I playfully pushed his hand away, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Thank you, i guess,” I scoffed, trying to play it cool, but my heart was racing. He laughed at my reaction, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“So, what brings you here?” I asked, trying to shift the conversation away from my embarrassment.

“We’re neighbours, remember?” he replied with a wink. “I wanted to spend some time with you. I’ve been so busy with dance practice lately.” As he spoke, he reached out and gently caressed my hands, his touch sending shivers through me.

The way he looked at me made it hard to stay composed. It was like a magnetic force, pulling us closer. I tried to joke to break the tension. “Why, do you want to sleep with me?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

Jaemin was caught off guard for a moment, but then he flashed that dazzling smile. “Yeah, how did you know? I was thinking about that all day,” he replied, still smiling. I widened my eyes, pretending to be shocked.

“Seriously?” I said, trying to keep a straight face. He laughed, his laugh infectious and full of warmth.

“Relax, we’re not going to do anything. I’m not that kind of boy,” he said with a playful smirk, leaning in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Besides, I know how strict your parents are about you having boys in your room.”

His words made me wish I could tell him how much I wanted to kiss him right then and there, but I had to keep my composure. “Fine, since you’re already in your pajamas, it’s perfect,” I replied, pulling him down to lay beside me. He seemed taken aback by my boldness but went along with it.

“Heh, slow down, sweetheart,” he teased, but he stretched out beside me, his presence warm and comforting. We talked about everything and nothing, our words weaving into a heart-to-heart conversation as we hugged and cuddled. We said “I love you” to each other, the words like a soft echo in the quiet room.

Then, Jaemin asked, “Your parents won’t barge in tomorrow morning, will they?” His concern was genuine.

“No, I already locked the door,” I replied, feeling reassured. We settled in for the night, the warmth of his body against mine. I never thought I’d fall asleep with my boyfriend beside me, but there we were, holding each other close. I fell asleep to the sound of his breathing, slow and steady, his arms around me like a protective shield.

The next morning, I was the first to wake up. I checked my phone—7 a.m. It was still early, and thank God it was Saturday. My hair was a mess from tossing and turning all night, and I was worried I might have accidentally kicked Jaemin while I slept. I tried to move without waking him, but our hands were still intertwined, and I couldn’t help but be flustered by how close we were. I glanced at Jaemin, his eyes still closed, his long eyelashes casting delicate shadows on his cheeks. His lips were slightly parted, soft and inviting.

Before I could think about it, I leaned in and pressed my lips against his, a gentle kiss that felt like a rush of warmth. He reacted instantly, pulling me closer with his hand on the back of my head, his lips parting to let my tongue explore. It was a slow, deep kiss, one that made my heart race and my body melt into his. His hand slid down to my waist, caressing it gently, and I couldn’t help but feel lost in his touch.

The sounds of our kisses filled the room, a soft symphony of passion. We lost ourselves in each other, the moment stretching into eternity. Then, I pulled away, gasping for air, laughing at how breathless we both were. Jaemin laughed too, his smile contagious.

“I didn’t expect that,” I said, my voice still breathy. His smile slowly faded, replaced by an intimate gaze that made my heart skip a beat. He pulled me back in for another kiss, his lips claiming mine with a fervor that made everything else disappear.

“I love you,” he whispered between kisses, his warm breath sending shivers through me. The kiss deepened, his hands moving over my back, and I knew I was in trouble—the kind of trouble I never wanted to escape from.

But then, a sharp knock on my door shattered the moment. “Y/N, are you awake? Come and have breakfast downstairs,” my mom’s voice called from the other side of the door. We both jumped, breaking apart. I felt a rush of panic, trying to keep my cool as I responded.

“Yeah, Mom, I’ll be down in a minute,” I said, my voice shaky.

“Don’t forget we have to leave in an hour,” my mom reminded me, her voice fading as she walked away. I widened my eyes, realizing I hadn’t packed for the family gathering at my aunt’s house. Jaemin looked at me, his eyes full of curiosity.

“Where are you going later?” he asked, leaning in closer.

I quickly explained, and he hummed in agreement. We sat on the bed, trying to catch our breath. Then, we remembered the kiss, and we both smiled, unable to contain our laughter.

“Thanks for the night… and…” I said, trailing off, not sure how to finish the sentence. Jaemin raised his eyebrows, eagerly waiting for my response.

“And… the hugs,” I finally said, bursting into laughter. He pouted, pretending to be disappointed.

“What about the…” he said in an aegyo tone, making kissy noises with his lips. I lightly smacked his arm, trying not to laugh too hard.

“I think you have to leave now, or you’ll get caught,” I said, glancing at the window. Jaemin laughed and nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later, okay? Call me when you’ve arrived at your aunt’s house,” he said, carefully opening the window. He looked outside to make sure the coast was clear, then turned back to me. I waved him goodbye, and he blew me a kiss before slipping out the window.

After he left, I closed the window and let out a sigh of relief, still remembering the night and the kiss. My mother shouted from downstairs, “Hurry up!” I panicked and ran to tidy up my room, especially the mess i’ve made on my study desk last night.

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“let’s see what we have at home”

lol idk how to feel about this one. 🧍🏻

💿 : make you mine, madison beer

The morning started like any other, with meetings and emails piling up, and my usual cup of coffee not doing much to quell the rising tide of anxiety. The company was growing, deadlines were tight, and I had a department to manage. But the real pressure came from knowing that Jaemin, my husband, was the CEO, and we had to keep our relationship under wraps.

No one knew we were married. To everyone at work, Jaemin was the stoic, intimidating CEO with a penchant for precision and results. His sleek suits, usually charcoal or navy blue, fit him perfectly. The jet-black hair styled in a slick-back comma always seemed to catch the light at just the right angle, making him look every bit the powerful executive. His eyes, though often icy and serious in meetings, held a warmth that only I knew.

That morning, I was heading to the 18th floor, where my office was located, and had a stack of important files in my arms. The elevator was crowded when the doors opened, but I noticed him immediately. Jaemin stood at the back, his broad shoulders filling out the suit jacket, his height towering over everyone else. His gaze was intense, fixed on me as if he were trying to say something without words. Then, as if realizing he was staring, he blinked and looked away, pretending to focus on his phone.

I stepped into the elevator, squeezing into the small space available. The mixed scent of cologne and perfume filled the air, and the hum of conversation died down as the doors closed. I was grateful for the space, but I couldn't help feeling the nervous energy coursing through me. My legs felt weak, my palms dampening with sweat.

When the elevator dinged at the 10th floor, most of the people stepped out, leaving only me and Jaemin. The doors closed, and the silence was deafening. I was standing with my back to him, clutching the files like they were a lifeline. The air felt charged, like a storm was brewing. I fidgeted with the edges of the papers, trying to calm my racing heart.

Suddenly, I felt a hand reach around and grab mine. It was swift and gentle, but it caught me off guard, and I stumbled backward. My head landed squarely on his muscular chest. I looked up, my breath hitching as I saw his eyes. They were warm, a complete contrast to the icy glare he usually wore. He smiled down at me and softly said, "Hi."

"Hi," I replied, my voice almost a whisper. His arm was still around me, holding me steady.

Then he leaned in and kissed me. It started gentle, as if he was afraid to break the spell, but then it grew firm, passionate. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, my entire body tingling. I laughed in the middle of the kiss, pulling away and gasping for air. I lightly smacked his arm. "Later, at home."

Jaemin smirked. "Let's see what we have at home," he said, a playful glint in his eyes.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Jaemin released me and stepped out like nothing happened, his professional mask firmly in place. I was left standing there, flustered and trying to catch my breath. It took me a moment to realize I'd missed my floor.

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strljaem · 14 days

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“it's just a contract...”

inspired by : “My Demon”

💿 : our night is more beautiful than your day, newjeans

💿 : say you love me, sam kim

It was one of those late-night board meetings. The kind where everyone wears grim faces and pretends they're still interested in the quarter's projections. You were seated at the head of the mahogany table, flipping through endless reports, nodding intermittently as your assistant whispered key details into your ear. You were the youngest CEO in the history of the company—sharp, focused, and notoriously hard to read. But tonight, you couldn't concentrate. Not because of the numbers, but because of the empty seat at the other end of the table.

Na Jaemin. The demon you'd entered into a contract marriage with. The demon who was supposed to be by your side, helping you navigate the treacherous waters of corporate politics. Yet he was nowhere to be seen.

The meeting ended, and you headed home to the penthouse apartment you'd unwillingly shared with him for the past six months. The high-rise view of the city was spectacular, but tonight, it felt hollow. His absence made you restless, uneasy. The moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the living room's minimalist decor. You loosened your tie and sank into the plush white sofa, hoping he'd walk through the door any minute.

It wasn't always like this. The contract marriage had been a strategic move—your father had struck a deal with Jaemin's clan, seeking their support for a major business deal. Neither of you had been thrilled about it. Jaemin, with his cool exterior and smug attitude, had made it clear he wasn't interested in playing house. His dark hair was styled to perfection, his sharp jawline accentuating his distant gaze. And those eyes—deep and enigmatic, like he could see right through you. A demon's eyes.

Your relationship was a constant battle of egos. Sarcasm, snide remarks, and endless teasing. Yet, there were moments when you'd catch him staring at you with an unexpected softness. Like the time you tripped over a power cable at a company event, and he caught you just before you hit the ground. He'd smirked and said, "If you wanted to fall for me, you could've just asked." But his grip on your arm was gentle, almost tender.

You'd both shared small glimpses of vulnerability, but neither of you had acknowledged it. And then, tonight, the argument happened. It was over something trivial—he'd left his shoes in the hallway, and you'd tripped over them. But it quickly escalated into a shouting match about respect, boundaries, and how neither of you wanted to be in this arrangement. He'd stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Hours passed. You'd checked your phone a dozen times, but there was no message, no call. The city buzzed with life below, but it felt distant, disconnected. You'd never admit it, but you were worried. Where could he have gone?

At 2 a.m., you heard the door creak open. You stayed perfectly still, the room cloaked in darkness. Jaemin tiptoed in, his steps barely audible on the hardwood floor. He thought you were asleep, and you could tell he was trying to be quiet, not wanting to disturb you. But you were wide awake, waiting.

You clicked on the lamp beside you, and the sudden light made him jump. His eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he looked like a child caught sneaking into the kitchen for a midnight snack.

"Where did you go?" you asked, but the words came out sharper than you'd intended. Na Jaemin stood in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the soft light from the hallway. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes held a hint of vulnerability, something you rarely saw in him.

He froze, his usual bravado melting away. "Just out," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant, but his eyes darted around the room, avoiding your gaze.

"Out where?" you pressed, your arms crossed.

Jaemin stayed quiet, his gaze fixed on you. It was infuriating—he wasn't defending himself, wasn't arguing back, just staring with those deep, dark demon eyes that seemed to see straight through you. The longer he stayed silent, the angrier you became. You furrowed your eyebrows, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks.

"I don't know what your deal is," you stood and continued, unable to stop yourself, "but you can't just disappear whenever you feel like it! This is supposed to be a partnership!"

Jaemin didn't respond. He simply stood there, his posture relaxed but his eyes softened. The contrast was maddening. You knew he was listening, but his calm demeanor only fueled your anger. You threw your hands up in exasperation and turned to leave, storming past him toward the bedroom.

As you walked by, Jaemin's hand suddenly grabbed yours. It felt like time slowed down—the warmth of his touch caught you off guard. The apartment was dimly lit, with only the faint glow from the city outside filtering through the windows. Lights from the other high-rise apartments twinkled like distant stars, casting a romantic yet tense atmosphere in the room. Your hair, flowing over your shoulders, brushed against his face as he pulled you back. He grabbed you by the waist, his grip firm yet gentle.

Jaemin's eyes bore into yours, and you felt a flutter in your chest. He noticed your nervous look, then he smirked slightly, his usual cool expression softened by the intimate moment. "Are you flustered?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. “No…can you just let me go?” you said. But that didn’t affect him.

You tried to regain your composure, but his proximity made it difficult to think clearly. Your heart raced, and your hands instinctively rested on his shoulders. The way he looked at you—it was almost as if he was seeing you for the first time. His warm breath caressed your skin, and you could hear your heartbeats syncing together. He leaned in, closing the gap between you. His lips were so close that you could feel the heat emanating from them.

Before you could process, he kissed you, gently at first, then with more intensity as if he was testing the waters. You stood still, unsure of how to respond, but when he pinched your waist softly, you gasped, and he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His tongue slid into your mouth, exploring with a passion that caught you off guard. The kiss was intense, his movements smooth and confident, and you felt yourself getting lost in the moment while both your bodies were moving in sync. as if both of you were slow dancing.

You pulled away, slightly pushed him while gasping for air, and Jaemin backed off slightly, wiping his lips with his thumb. He chuckled lightly, tasting the hint of your chapstick. "That was..." he began, but you were too shocked to let him finish. What was happening? Why did it feel like this? You hit him on the arm, not too hard, but enough to make him wince. You tried to walk away, Jaemin snickered at your actions so he just followed your back. Then you ran to the bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

"Aigoo! Let me in!" Jaemin called from the other side of the door. "Why are you so shy? We're married, remember?", he said in a playful tone. That actually pissed you off, in a good way.

You slid down to the floor, your back against the door, and touched your lips. It was just a contract marriage, wasn't it? But why did it feel so different now? You flashbacked to the first time you'd met Jaemin, when you’d accidentally stolen his tattoo—the mark that connected him to his demonic powers. He had been furious, grabbing your wrist and demanding you return it, his eyebrows furrowed in anger, his eyes flashing with irritation. But now, those same eyes looked at you with a warmth that was completely unexpected. What had changed?

"Open the door!" Jaemin shouted, knocking persistently. "You know you liked it! Don't be like that!"

You sighed, unsure of what to make of this new dynamic between you. The kiss, the way he pulled you in, the way his eyes softened when he looked at you—all of it was a stark contrast to the cold, distant Jaemin you'd known at first. Were you falling for him? Was he falling for you?

"I'll sleep outside if you don't let me in!" he threatened, but you knew he was just trying to get a reaction out of you. You whispered to yourself, "It's just a contract..." But your heart told you otherwise.

As Jaemin continued banging on the door, you wondered what the future held for both of you. Would you find a way to reconcile your differences, or was this just a fleeting moment? Either way, you knew one thing for sure: nothing would ever be the same again.

“y/n…let me in…” but you chose to ignore him.

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strljaem · 14 days

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“the honeymoon”

inspired by ; The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn – Part 1

💿 : never be the same, camila cabello

As Jaemin and I waded into the ocean, the waves gently lapping at our feet, the night seemed to come alive with a quiet symphony. The rustling of palm fronds mingled with the distant chirps of nocturnal birds, and the moon cast a shimmering silver glow over the water's surface. I could feel the sand shift beneath my toes with each step, and the coolness of the ocean began to creep up my legs, causing me to shiver.

Jaemin was ahead of me, his silhouette outlined against the moonlit backdrop. His black hair was slicked back from the humidity, revealing the chiseled contours of his jawline. He turned to look at me, his eyes reflecting the ethereal light. In that moment, they weren't just amber—they were radiant, almost golden, with an intensity that drew me in like a moth to a flame.

"Are you cold?" he asked, his voice low and melodic, carrying across the water like a gentle breeze. His words were laced with concern, but there was a playful undertone that made me smile.

"A little," I replied, hugging myself to stay warm. I was dressed in just a simple tank top and shorts, having forgotten to pack a swimsuit in my rush to prepare for our honeymoon. I felt exposed, but Jaemin's gaze was warm and reassuring.

He stepped closer, his movements graceful and fluid, as if he were gliding over the water. He wrapped his arms around me, his cool skin sending a chill down my spine. "Better?" he asked, his breath brushing against my ear. I nodded, the warmth of his embrace contrasting with the coldness of his touch.

We stood there for a moment, holding each other, the waves gently crashing against our legs. It felt like time had stopped, leaving only the two of us in this quiet, secluded paradise. I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. Though his heart didn't beat, there was a calmness in his presence that put me at ease.

Jaemin leaned back, tilting my chin up with his hand. His touch was soft, yet it sent tingles through my skin. "You look beautiful in the moonlight," he whispered, his eyes locking with mine. "It's as if the stars are envious of your radiance."

I blushed at his words, feeling my cheeks heat up. "You're just saying that," I replied, looking away. But he gently turned my head back towards him, his gaze unwavering.

"I never say things I don't mean," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I love you, truly and completely. You are my reason for being, my heart in this immortal world."

Before I could respond, he kissed me. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, passion, and a love that transcended time. His lips were soft and cool, yet they ignited a fire within me. I closed my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me—the taste of salt on his lips, the gentle pressure of his hand on the small of my back, and the way he held me as if I were the most precious thing in the world.

The kiss deepened, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He lifted me off my feet, his strength effortless, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. The water swirled around us as we floated, our bodies entwined, and the moonlight casting a silver glow over our embrace.

Jaemin pulled back slightly, his eyes half-lidded and smoldering with desire. "I want you," he whispered, his voice husky and filled with longing. "I want to spend eternity with you, to share every moment, every breath, every heartbeat."

I felt a surge of emotion at his words, a mixture of love and desire that made my heart race. "Then let's make this night last forever," I replied, pressing my lips to his once more. He kissed me deeply, passionately, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer.

We continued to swim, our movements slow and deliberate, as if we had all the time in the world. The water was cool against our skin, but the heat between us was undeniable. Jaemin's touch was gentle, yet there was an underlying strength that made me feel safe, protected.

As we floated in the moonlit ocean, Jaemin held me close, his lips brushing against my forehead, my cheeks, and finally, my lips. Each kiss was a promise, a declaration of love that transcended words. The world around us faded away, leaving only the sound of our breathing and the gentle lapping of the waves.

Eventually, we made our way back to the shore, the sand soft beneath our feet. Jaemin carried me in his arms, his gaze never leaving mine. He smiled, that same playful smile that had captured my heart, and kissed me once more, a kiss that was both tender and filled with longing. As we made our way back to the homestay, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together—a journey filled with love, passion, and the promise of forever.

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♡ :: nct dream as taylor swift reputation songs ↳ just a silly song analysis of nct dream in a relationship

🤍 — MARK LEE ! !

[ DON'T BLAME ME ] i feel like mark is the type of person to have unconditional love. "don't blame me" is a song about unapologetic love and uses a mix of addition and religion to emphasize how this love has driven the person to extreme lengths. i feel like for mark even though he is a religious person when he loves someone, he will do so unconditionally, even to the point where the person comes before his own religion, because he cares and loves for this person more than anything.

🤍 — HUANG RENJUN ! !

[ DANCING WITH OUR HANDS TIED ] something compels me to put renjun and "dancing with our hands tied" together. im not sure what, but i have always associated renjun with the hesitant type of love. he is the type of person to be so in love but also scared of the public eye. he would want to keep his relationship a secret from the world to protect not just himself but also his significant other. "dancing with our hands tied" is a song that speaks about a relationship that feels lost due to outside pressure and, for some reason, i can see renjun either fighting for his relationship against the public or succumbing to the pressure and ending everything.

🤍 — LEE JENO ! !

[ DELICATE ] this song is about confessing to the person you like and the beginning stages of a relationship. the person would have been so amoured by their relationship that they would be worried about bringing his significant other into the eye of the public and putting stress on them rather than the public opinion about himself. instead, jeno would focus entirely on making sure that the relationship was heading in the right direction. he would be worried about the public eye but not as much as his relationship. knowing his reputation as an idol, he would be scared to offend his significant other and would be scared about how the public would perceive her so he would do anything and everything in his power to protect their new relationship.

🤍 — LEE HAECHAN ! !

[ SO ITS GOES… ] i feel like so it goes is a bit of a dark mysterious song. the idea of meeting a person in the dark despite the fact that the two people are both famous. he's someone who can make everyone else disappear, and he helps her feel at ease. however, he is also someone that makes her feel excited and slightly caged. she looses herself in a relationship with him because of how strong her feelings are. i feel like in terms of haechan, he would be dominant in a relationship like this person, and he would continue to give and then take more than he's giving, but because of how he makes his partner feel she wouldn't leave him. so he will continue to take and take from her and only give her back minimally, just enough to keep her around, but he really cares more about his reputation than he could admit. so he will put his career before her.

🤍 — NA JAEMIN ! !

[ GORGEOUS ] yeah yeah, a bit stereotypical. oh my god, na jaemin as "gorgeous", of he is. but let me explain. i feel like when it comes to jaemin this song really emphasizes how someone may feel when faced with feelings for him. jaemin is a very attractive person, for this reason alone he is already an intimidating person to catch feelings for. for this reason, i feel like "gorgeous" is the perfect song. gorgeous speaks from the female's point of view about how she has fallen for this guy who is just so gorgeous she doesn't know how to act. instead of complimenting him and hitting on him properly, she will make fun of him but still wants him to realize that it's actually a compliment. she can't quite control herself and she wants him to know that it's his fault. i feel like jaemin would be oblivious to this at first, but once he realizes all her teasing is due to his looks he would immediately become smirky and sly and tease her back.

🤍 — ZHONG CHENLE ! !

[ KING OF MY HEART ] when it comes to chenle, he will almost always be fully committed to a relationship. i feel like chenle wouldn't go into a relationship knowing that he had hesitations and wasn't sure of his feelings. he would only commit himself to a relationship when he was certain about his feelings. but once he's tested the waters and finally realizes he loves his partner, he would fully commit, and it would be unexpected for him or take him off guard. once he realized he loved his partner, he wouldn't hide anything from her, all the bad and good aspects he would want to show her and he wouldn't want to ever let her go. he would prove that he loves his partner.

🤍 — PARK JISUNG ! !

[ NEW YEARS DAY ] it was actually really hard for me to pick a song for jisung. but i eventually came to this one. "new years day" has such powerful lyrics that bring about a strong feeling of loyalty and connection. i feel like with jisung once he has fallen in love he will never let go, he will hold onto all the memories that he's had with his significant other and cherish them with all his heart. the idea of the song is that the true lovers would stay with you and help you pick up trash after a messy party. i like to think of this as like even in tough messy times, jisung will always stay loyal to you and stay by yourself whether it's hard or there are mistakes made. he's loyal and committed, and it's a healthy, sweet relationship between jisung and his partner.

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i'm not surviving tds3

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♡ :: nct dream as taylor swift the tortured poets department songs ↳ just a silly song analysis of nct dream in a relationship

~ oc = original character ~ ~ unedited ~

🤍 — MARK LEE ! !

[ SO HIGH SCHOOL ] when it comes to mark i feel like the concept of a giggly, high school romance is something that would fit him perfectly. if i was a delusional mark stan i would say that mark gives high school crush, he's everyone's friend and is overall a very kind and bright person. he would be the type of boy that all the guys would want to be friends with and all the girls would have a crush on. but because of this, he would also be a bit oblivious to oc's obvious crush on him. he would make silly mistakes and be the slowest person to realize that oc has a crush on him until she finally tells him. only then would he start to pay more attention to her and slowly fall for her.

🤍 — HUANG RENJUN ! !

[ THE ALBATROSS ] this song makes me so emotional and to think of this song with renjun really makes my heart hurt. the concept of falling in love with someone that everyone is telling you that will hurt you but the reality is the opposite. renjun seems like the type of person to fall for someone and love them unconditionally, however those around him warn him about getting into a relationship. they'll say that him being in a relationship will ruin him and his reputation. renjun would fall for oc and oc would love him just as much as he loves her, but the public disapproves of their relationship warning renjun and telling renjun that he should break up with her. but oc tells renjun that she will protect him and that she will always be there for him, even if the public doesn't like their relationship, she is willing to put up with the hate so that they can be together.

🤍 — LEE JENO ! !

[ THE ALCHEMY ] jeno is just so the alchemy coded, the concept of a love that only happens once in a life time and two people forming new memories and love together. jeno and oc would be one of those perfect couples that while they may have arguments here and there, they are able to work through it together. they are the image of a perfect healthy relationship. they are the champions of the world because they are together. not to mention taylor's line "where's the trophy? he just comes running over to me," just seems like a very jeno coded song. he would win an amazing award at a music show but the moment he gets off stage, he doesn't rush to take a photo with the trophy but instead runs to oc and embraces her.

🤍 — LEE HAECHAN ! !

[ IMGONNAGETYOUBACK ] you can't even argue with me about this song because it's just so haechan coded. in this song, the narrator is singing about their ex and how they are going to get them back. however, the double meaning behind this song makes it obvious that the narrator is confused about what she wants to do to her ex. she's fighting between wanting to get back together with her ex and loving him, or if she should get revenge on him for hurting her heart. in this instance, the narrator and haechan had an amazing healthy relationship, but a series of mistakes led the two to break up with both of them ending on bad terms with one another. i can imagine a second-chance romance with a lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers trope. there would be high tension between the two as they try to force themselves to hate one another but secretly they still like one another and eventually after some pushing from their friends, they are able to talk things out and be together again.

🤍 — NA JAEMIN ! !

[ DOWN BAD ] do i need to say anymore? the lyrics themselves scream jaemin. from crying in the gym to longing for the lost relationship, i feel like for jaemin, this would be another one of those relationships that ended abruptly due to some sort of misunderstanding. in this case, the misunderstanding came from oc and her inability to talk it out problems with jaemin. additionally, letting his emotions get the better of him, jaemin and oc wouldn't be able to talk out their misunderstanding and he would leave her to protect himself from further heartbreak and distress. but now the oc is torn due to her mistake and inability to communicate with jaemin. she's singing about how she's still in love with him but is lost in how to approach him and fix their broken relationship.

🤍 — ZHONG CHENLE ! !

[ I LOOK IN PEOPLE'S WINDOWS ] with chenle i feel like this is the type of relationship that ended quietly. there was no crazy fight or misunderstanding but there's still a loss between the two. after they break up, there's a odd sense of emptiness that the narrator is trying to fill. the lyrics depict a narrator who had a minor yer also significant personal loss. she finds herself obsessively looking into the windows of houses in hopes of catching a glimpse of chenle. additionally, seeing chenle online and seeing his performances, she finds herself longing and seeking him out more. despite having broken up with one another on good terms, there's still a desire to understand where their relationship went wrong and to reconnect with one another to try and bring back the love that they lost.

🤍 — PARK JISUNG ! !

[ FRESH OUT THE SLAMMER ] this song refers to the narrator breaking out of a relationship that she feels jailed in. however, the narrator is still reliving parts of the relationship that she misses and yearns for. i feel like with this song, jisung and the oc are in a healthy relationship until they become public. once the public eye catches wind of their relationship everything changes and now the relationship seems to be holding the oc hostage. everything that they would do would be publicised, and the oc hates that. however, the second message in the song saying "now pretty baby, im running home to you", rather than applying it to a second relationship as many swifties have in terms of joe and matty, i like to think of this as the oc runs to jisung for consolation. she's trying to escape the public eye ("the slammer") by running to jisung ("home") because he is always there to comfort her and support her. despite the pressure from the public, she doesn't want to ruin her relationship with jisung and instead she would rather push through the bad parts so that she can remain with him and cherish their relationship.

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strljaem · 15 days

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twilight pt.2

jaemin cullen, again.

note : this plot i wrote is EXACTLY like in the movie, so it’s a little cringe.

(I’M OBSESSED W THE TWILIGHT SERIES)

The first time I saw Jaemin, it was in the cafeteria. He stood out even in a crowded room. His skin was impossibly pale, with an otherworldly beauty that drew every gaze. Yet he seemed indifferent to all the attention, his eyes fixed on his tray, uninterested in the lively conversations around him. I couldn't help but watch him. His presence was like a magnet, irresistible and slightly unsettling.

The next time I saw him, we were in Biology class. He sat as far away from me as possible, his expression tense. It was as if he couldn't stand to be near me. His posture was rigid, his eyes fixed on the wall, and he seemed to be holding his breath. I was hurt, but also intrigued. What had I done to make him react this way? Then, he disappeared for a while, and I couldn't help but wonder where he'd gone. The days stretched into weeks, and his absence left an odd void in my life.

When Jaemin returned, he seemed different. There was an intensity in his eyes, but it wasn't hostile—it was curious, almost tender. We started having conversations, slowly at first, then with more ease. He had a way of speaking that was captivating, his voice smooth and melodic. He talked about the beauty of the forest, the way the light filtered through the trees. He asked me about my family, and I told him my parents were away on business, leaving me to live with relatives in Forks. He listened intently, his gaze never leaving mine.

One evening, he invited me into the woods. I was hesitant at first, but he assured me it would be safe. And then, with a swift motion, he lifted me onto his back and leapt into the air. We flew through the trees, the wind whipping past us. I could feel the power in his movements, the raw energy that coursed through him. It was exhilarating, unlike anything I'd ever experienced.

Later that night, I was in my room, sitting against the headboard of my bed. My room was cozy, with soft pastel walls and a small desk by the window. I had a few books scattered around, and my laptop sat on the desk, its screen dark. I was on the phone with my mother, catching up on the latest news from abroad. She was asking if I was doing fine, if I needed anything, and I was reassuring her that I was okay, that the relatives were kind and gave me plenty of space.

Suddenly, the window burst open, and Jaemin appeared out of nowhere. He stood there, his skin gleaming in the dim light, his eyes a deep shade of gold. I was so shocked that I nearly dropped my phone. He just stared at me, his gaze intense, as if he was seeing straight through me.

"I need to call you back," I told my mom, my voice shaky. "Someone just... I'll call you later." I hung up, my heart racing, and looked at Jaemin. "How did you get in here?" I asked, trying to sound calm.

"The window," he said casually, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Do you do that a lot?" I asked, a nervous smile playing on my lips.

"Just a couple of months," he replied, his own lips curling into a small smile. The humor in his voice made my pulse quicken.

"I like watching you sleep," he added, and I was caught off guard by the intimacy of his words.

He took a step closer, his eyes locked onto mine. "I want to try one thing. Stay very still." His voice was soft but commanding, and I couldn't look away. I nodded, my heart thumping loudly in my chest. He leaned in closer, very slowly, the tension building with each inch. I moved slightly, nervous and unsure, and he whispered, "Don't move."

His lips met mine, and the world seemed to stop. The kiss was passionate and deep, filled with a mix of thirst, love, and raw lust. It was overwhelming, the intensity of his embrace. I felt his hands on my waist, his grip strong yet gentle, and he pushed me softly onto the bed, never breaking the kiss. My mind spun, lost in the heat and the connection between us.

Then, suddenly, he pulled away, his eyes wide with alarm. "Stop," he yelled, and he flew back to the wall, leaving me on the bed, stunned and breathless. He stood there, looking guilty and worried, as if he’d crossed a line. I sat up, my hands trembling. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

"It's fine," he replied, but the tension in his body was palpable. He crawled back onto the bed, his movements cautious, and reached over to turn off the lights. The room fell into darkness, and we just sat there, talking quietly about random things, our voices low and soothing. Despite everything, he stayed with me, his presence comforting. As my eyes grew heavy, he stayed beside me, keeping me company until I drifted off to sleep.

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strljaem · 15 days

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“don’t sugarcoat me, baby”

p/s ; i was writing while listening to sugarcoat natty for like 18239 times lol

note : angst, fluff

It was a bustling evening at the Moonlit Café in Seoul, a small but lively spot tucked away in the heart of the city. The scent of freshly ground coffee mingled with the laughter and chatter of the crowd. The clinking of cups and the rhythmic buzz of the espresso machine created a warm backdrop to the evening's conversations. I was seated at our usual corner table, Jaemin across from me, his eyes focused on the menu.

But my mind was elsewhere. A memory from months ago had resurfaced, festering like an open wound. It was about the night Jaemin and I had plans, but he had bailed without explanation, leaving me to find out later that he had been at a party with some mutual friends. It wasn't just the broken plans that bothered me; it was the secrecy, the way he had acted like nothing happened the next day.

I couldn't hold it in any longer. "Remember that night you stood me up?" I said, my voice low but laced with irritation.

Jaemin looked up from the menu, his brow furrowing. "Which night? We've had a lot of nights together." His tone was casual, but there was a hint of defensiveness beneath the surface.

"The night you went to that party and didn't tell me," I shot back, feeling the anger bubble up in my chest. "You made me feel like an idiot, waiting around for you. And then you just... pretended it didn't happen."

He leaned back, his expression tightening. "Are you seriously bringing this up now? I thought we moved past that."

"Don't sugarcoat me, baby," I retorted, emphasizing the last word. The term of endearment was a slip, but I couldn't take it back. His eyes widened, and he stared at me, clearly surprised.

"Baby?" he echoed, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and frustration. "What's with the baby?"

The people at the surrounding tables had started to notice the tension. A few heads turned in our direction, their curious gazes making the air between us feel even thicker. Jaemin glanced around, then reached across the table to grab my hand. "Let's go," he said, his grip firm but not painful. He pulled me up, and I followed him out of the café, feeling the eyes of the onlookers on our backs.

Outside, the city air was cool against my flushed cheeks. Jaemin led me to his car, a sleek black sports car that he adored. He opened the door for me and waited until I got in before he slid into the driver's seat. The doors closed with a soft thud, cutting us off from the noise of the street.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked, crossing my arms. "We could've talked in there. Why drag me out here like that?"

"Because I didn't want to make a scene," he replied, his voice low but intense. "You know how people are. They hear one word, and suddenly it's all over social media." He turned to face me, his eyes locking with mine. The furrow in his brow deepened, but I couldn't help but notice how it made him look even more handsome, his chiseled features etched with concern.

I sighed, my anger ebbing just a little. "I just don't get why you couldn't have been honest with me. We were supposed to be best friends, Jaemin. You should've told me where you were going."

"I didn't want to hurt you," he said, his voice softer now. "I knew you'd be upset, and I was trying to avoid a fight. But clearly, that didn't work out." His gaze didn't waver, even as I burned with rage.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Well, it hurt more when I found out from someone else. It felt like you didn't trust me enough to be honest."

Jaemin listened, his expression serious, his eyes never leaving mine. The way he looked at me, so focused, made my heart race even as I felt the anger boil. The air in the car was charged with tension, the kind that made every word feel heavier than usual.

Then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed me. His lips were warm and soft against mine, and his hand gently cupped my cheek. I pulled away at first, shocked by the suddenness of it. But he held my gaze, his voice a low whisper. "Stop and just accept this."

There was something in his eyes, a mix of determination and vulnerability. I couldn't resist. He leaned in again, and this time I didn't pull away. Our lips met, and the heat between us was undeniable. The anger melted away, replaced by a surge of desire that left my heart pounding. His other hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and I felt the intensity of his kiss. It was deep, passionate, and filled with a yearning that had been building for far too long.

The world outside the car disappeared, leaving just the two of us in a moment that felt like it could last forever.

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strljaem · 16 days

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“i want my wisdom tooth back”

“ah wah ma wizum toof bah”

It was early Saturday morning, and I was sweating buckets in the passenger seat of Jaemin's car. Jaemin glanced at me as we stopped at a red light, his hand finding mine. "It's gonna be fine," he said, squeezing my hand gently. "You're just having your wisdom teeth out, it's not like they're removing your actual wisdom."

I didn't laugh at his joke, which probably scared him a little, but I was too nervous to even smile. I was about to have two wisdom teeth pulled, and the thought of sharp objects in my mouth was not my idea of a fun weekend. Jaemin drove on, his soothing voice trying to calm me down with stories about the latest drama in his gaming guild. I think he even mentioned something about his cat getting stuck in a shoebox, but I was too focused on the upcoming appointment to really pay attention.

The dentist's office was everything you'd expect: sterile, white, and full of equipment that looked like medieval torture devices. Jaemin led me to the front counter, where a cheerful nurse with glasses perched on her nose asked for my name. I squeaked out my name, and she nodded, telling us to take a seat and wait for my name to be called.

I sat down on a hard plastic chair, clutching Jaemin's hand like it was my only lifeline. He caressed my fingers and smiled at me, his grin warm and reassuring. "You're doing great," he said. "Just remember to breathe. In through the nose, out through the mouth."

It wasn't long before the doctor called my name. Jaemin and I stood up together, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we walked into the treatment room. The doctor was a tall man with a big smile. He looked at Jaemin and then at me. "Is he your boyfriend?" he asked, grinning.

"Yes," I replied, my voice trembling.

The doctor chuckled and gestured for me to sit in the dentist's chair. "Don't worry, you're in good hands," he said, motioning for me to lean back. The nurse came in, and they began to prepare for the procedure. There was some kind of mask, a lot of beeping equipment, and a tray full of shiny, terrifying tools. I was having second thoughts about this whole thing, but Jaemin was standing right beside me, holding my hand and rubbing small circles on the back of it with his thumb.

The doctor adjusted the mask over my nose and mouth and said, "This is just laughing gas. You'll be asleep for a bit, and when you wake up, it'll all be over." I nodded, trying to stay calm as the gas started to take effect. Jaemin pulled out his phone and started recording, which, looking back, was a little mean, but hey, it's not every day you get to see your significant other on laughing gas.

Everything started to get a little fuzzy, and the last thing I saw before I fell asleep was Jaemin's reassuring smile.

I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up, I felt like I was on a cloud made of cotton candy. Jaemin was still there, holding my hand and watching me with a smirk on his face. I tried to sit up, but the room spun, and I fell back into the chair.

"Where am I?" I asked, my voice all slurred and groggy.

Jaemin chuckled. "You're at the dentist. You just had your wisdom teeth out, remember?"

I blinked at him, my eyes heavy and unfocused. "You're so handsome," I said, my voice dreamy and totally without a filter.

The doctor and nurse laughed, and Jaemin just shook his head, his cheeks turning a little red. "Thanks," he said, helping me to sit up carefully. "Let's get you to the car, sleepyhead."

He walked me out to the parking lot, his arm around my waist to keep me steady. I was still in a daze, but at least I had my handsome boyfriend to guide me. He helped me into the car, buckled my seatbelt, and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

"See? That wasn't so bad," he said as he started the car.

I groaned, my mouth feeling like it was stuffed with cotton balls. "I need a smoothie," I mumbled.

Jaemin grinned. "Smoothie it is," he said, and off we went, my wisdom teeth somewhere in a biohazard bag, but my heart firmly in the hands of the sweetest boyfriend ever.

Jaemin drove carefully out of the parking lot, glancing over at me every few moments to make sure I wasn't about to topple over. My head was lolling a bit, and my cheeks were swollen like a chipmunk's. The gauze in my mouth felt weird, and my brain was still foggy from the anesthesia.

As we turned onto the main road, I suddenly had a thought. It seemed important, like one of those random ideas that feels like a breakthrough even though it's completely silly. I turned to Jaemin, my words garbled and slow because of the gauze.

"I want my wisdom tooth back," I mumbled, trying to sound serious, but it came out more like, "Ah wah ma wizum toof bah."

Jaemin looked at me, puzzled at first, then he burst out laughing. "What?" he asked, shaking his head. "What are you going to do with your wisdom tooth?"

I tried to explain, but the gauze and the anesthetic made everything difficult. "I... I just want it... you know, like a trophy," I slurred, feeling oddly proud of the idea.

Jaemin was still laughing, his eyes crinkled at the corners. "I'm pretty sure the dentist keeps those," he said, patting my shoulder. "Trust me, you don't want it back."

I groaned, feeling a bit disappointed. "But... but... it's mine," I insisted, though it sounded more like, "Bah... bah... izz mine."

Jaemin just laughed harder, his hand squeezing my shoulder as he drove. "We'll get you a nice smoothie, how about that? It's way better than a bloody tooth."

I grumbled something unintelligible, but even in my dazed state, I could tell his laughter was infectious. The rest of the drive was filled with Jaemin chuckling at my silly, half-conscious remarks about reclaiming my wisdom tooth, while I occasionally moaned in exaggerated despair.

In the end, I might not have gotten my tooth back, but I definitely got the best care and a whole lot of laughter from the sweetest guy I knew. Maybe I'd settle for a smoothie and some ice cream, as long as Jaemin was there to share them with me.

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