unforgettable | na jaemin
unforgettable | na jaemin
part of the playlist series!
genre: smut, angst
pairing: college!au, bassist!jaemin x f. reader
word count: 19.6k
synopsis: No other girl could even compare to the way you made him feel, and heâs determined to find out just what makes you so special. No matter how many times you push each other away, youâll always be unforgettable to him, and him to you.Â
rating: 18+ NSFW WARNINGS INCLUDED UNDER THE CUT
this entire fic was so self indulgent; i have no explanation for myself. I present to you almost 20k words of kat being a simp for na jaemin. i was literally getting butterflies writing some of this.Â
warnings: CHEEKY MUSICIAN JAEMIN, swearing, protected sex (condom), fingering, oral (m + f receiving), multiple orgasms (f), spitting (lol?), dirty talk, copious amounts of flirting, confusing flirting, confusing relationship that isnât even a relationship
nothing in this fic is meant to be a representation of these idols in real life. this is for creative purposes only.Â
The stage is where Jaemin feels like heâs dead, alive and surviving all at the same time.Â
âLast one!â Jeno called, and Jaemin nodded before turning back toward the crowd. His calloused fingertips fell into their natural rhythm. His favorite bass guitar, the white one, hung low over his pelvis and he jutted his chin toward Haechan, signaling the singer to present himself to the mic.Â
For most of the night, the drunken crowd had paid little attention to their music and instead used it as background noise as they partied wildly, but there was something about their closing song that always got peopleâs heads turning. Renjun gave a small riff on his guitar and Jeno pumped up the tempo of his drumming.Â
âAre you ready?â Haechan asked into the mic, an eruption of cheers answering back. The four boys smiled, Jaemin throwing his head back in a way where his body couldnât possibly have handled the flood of pure glee rushing through him if he hadnât. He laughed outright, but it couldnât be heard over the booming sound systems and Haechanâs approaching voice.Â
Jaemin had strummed to this song enough times to do it with his eyes closed, and his vocals wouldnât come in until the bridge, so it gave him plenty of time to entertain himself without the mental strain.Â
Scratch that, it gave him plenty of time for his eyes to land on you.Â
He might not have noticed you if it werenât for the way you were dancing, alone and without a care yet filling up all the empty space a partner would have otherwise been. You wore a simple black dress but the way your pretty body moved in it caught his interest. And with one scan of the crowd, he wasnât the only admirer. Jaemin could only spot glances of your face through your curtain of hair, his eyes glued to you and they couldnât do much of anything else. You were so free and full of life.Â
The venue was outdoors, in the backyard of some rich frat Jaemin didnât know the name of, and strings of lights swooped back and forth above their heads to enhance the youthful stupidity going on below. Were you alone in this big filled party? Him and the boys donât necessarily stop by this campus too often to play, but heâs surely never seen you here before. He didnât know what to make of that.Â
Jaemin didnât have much time to dwell. The songâs bridge was somehow already halfway through and Renjun was side-eyeing the hell out of him as he covered for his lack of, well, singing. Jaemin knew exactly what the guitarist was thinking. What an idiot.Â
They played it off well though, and by the time Jeno clashed the cymbals in finality everything had gone relatively smoothly as far as Jaemin was concerned. His bandmates didnât seem to agree.Â
âWhat was that?â Renjun barked as they exited the small makeshift stage, raising his voice over the generic EDM music now blasting through the speakers. Jaemin shoved his bass into its case and shrugged, sending his friends a condescending salute and an insulting smile as he walked backwards into the crowd. The three of them knew the boy well enough to guess where he was going.Â
âFucking hornbug,â Haechan sighed, but he was chuckling under his breath.Â
The thickness of bodies proved hard to navigate through as Jaemin craned his head over everyone elseâs. After many shoves and half-assed apologies, he finally found you, who was talking to another girl in the middle of the dance floor. His eyes followed the lines of your body, but with closer proximity, he could finally see your face in its entirety. And fuck, he was ready to see much more.Â
Jaemin shifted his demeanor to suit something more appealing, and with a surge of confidence he weeded his way to your side. He looked away at first, ruffling his hair upon habit. His nonchalant attitude mustâve worked, because your eyes landed on him and didnât care to look away. Jaemin caught your stare and studied you for a moment, as if that wasnât what he had been doing for the past five minutes in secret.Â
Pretty, Jaemin thought mindlessly.Â
Your friend gave the two of you a knowing look before willingly slipping away, leaving you in the hands of this beautiful stranger. His flowy shirt was unbuttoned several times down to reveal his chest, his black hair messy, its previous styling now overcome with a thin layer of sweat. There was a tattoo running down the side of his neck, and though the dark lighting around you prevented you from seeing what exactly it was, the ink stood out strongly on his pale skin.Â
Hot, you said to yourself.Â
âYouâre from the band, right?â you asked, and he nodded with a smile. He liked that you didnât quite know who he was. Jaemin could feel the mutual attraction, and it struck him that good things would happen tonight. He just knew it.Â
âAnd youâre quite the dancerââ Jaemin paused, his eyes hunting yours expectantly.Â
âY/n,â you finished, satisfying the first step the both of you needed. âAnd what should I call you?â
âNa Jaemin,â he breathed out, stepping a few measly inches closer, yet it spoke volumes as he loomed over you. You quirked an eyebrow at him, your eyes wide and alluring as you stared up at him in a way that made his heart jump into his throat. He could see right through you, though, and he knew not to grant you false innocence. You were far past that threshold, and he pouted at your efforts. He was done playing the meeting game.Â
âDo you feel what Iâm feeling, Y/n?â he pondered, his voice dark and soft in a haunting combination. It was such a loaded question for him to ask, and you responded instead with a touch to his hand. His eyes flickered down and he bit his smirk away, keeping his body still as you guided his movements. Slowly, until his cold fingertips grazed where your dress clung to your thigh, and your exhale was so shaky he had to use every muscle in his body not to rip you apart in the crowded, dark room.Â
You froze your movements, and Jaeminâs eyes moved back up to your challenging gaze. You were willing him to make the next move, he realized. Funny, because he didnât hesitate before moving his hand past the hem. He hummed in satisfaction when you gasped.Â
âIt depends. Am I?âÂ
âFuck yeah,â
It was the last thing Jaemin said before pressing himself into you for a kiss. You were glad he was so quick to jump on the train you were steering, and you figured the universe picked well when leading you straight into Jaemin. Whoever you had to thank for giving you this handsome, endearing, amazing-at-kissing man was getting a million cries of gratitude from you.Â
You learned quickly that Jaemin was both a very touchy and vocal lover. His large hands reached down to shamelessly grip your ass through the material of your short dress, and you shuddered as you weaved your hands into his hair, his low groan invading your mouth. You were so lost in the kiss that you squeaked in surprise when he pulled your body harshly into his, and you could feel a prominent bulge against your lower abdomen. You were about to pull away to catch your breath when he chased your lips, sucking and nipping your bottom lip before he let you go.Â
âAw,â he cooed, peppering light kisses along your face until he reached the shell of your ear. âLooks like someone took more than they could handle,â
You scowled up at him mockingly, and Jaemin couldnât stop from pecking your lips. How you could be so addicting, he didnât know. He swore he just met you, right?
âCome on,â he called, grabbing your hand and leading you through the crowd. You received a couple nosy looks from the people you passed, everyone glancing down at your intertwined hands. They all must know the boy you were with. You figured you might be a little over your head, but you surely werenât going to stop now.Â
There was a shift in the air when you both stumbled into the empty hallway, the music seeming so far away and the lights too bright. Jaemin tried the handles on a couple doors and eventually struck luck, tugging you into the bedroom, and the sound of the door shutting and locking was the final nail in your heavenly coffin.Â
You two got undressed rather quickly, until you were both left bare and he was looking you up and down like he was a devil sent to your beckoning. You couldnât help but notice his build, the muscles in his torso rippling as he approached you. He kept advancing until his chest was out of sight and he was pressing against you, the poster behind you smooth on your skin.Â
The two of you looked into each otherâs eyes for a moment, the lighting in the room dim from the singular, weak lamp on the desk. You noticed how large his eyes and how rather long his eyelashes were as he blinked at you. You hooked your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.Â
âIs this okay?â Jaemin asked, hands rubbing the curve of your hips before squeezing your skin slightly.Â
âYeah, definitely okay,â you breathed out. The look in your eyes stirred something within him, and he leaned forward to press a light kiss to the corner of your mouth. It was intimate, and the skin he left behind tingled. You closed your eyes to enjoy the feeling of his lips moving to explore your jaw, down to your neck where he ran his scorching tongue. You were sighing heavily when he nipped your skin teasingly.Â
âDarling,â he whispered, moving his face back up to capture your lips. You both groaned into the kiss and you were acutely aware of the way his bulge nudged softly against your tight, so you reached down to cup his length. He groaned, and you were sure he couldnât possibly get any more attractive than that. âI donât even know what to do with you,â
âYouâre so big,â you murmured, your fingertips light as they brushed down the shadow of his length. Jaemin smiled, a cute grin with his lips glued tightly together as his eyes squinted at you endearingly.Â
âToo big?â he questioned, and you nodded meekly. âBut itâll make you feel so good, right? âCause youâll take it. Youâll take it just for me and Iâll let you cum,â
You melted at his words and you were surprised he had such quickening control over you. Jaemin was just so damn assertive that he managed to weaken your resolve.Â
âWould you like that, baby?â Jaemin grabbed you by the waist and peeled you off the wall, and the two of you stumbled over to the bed as he twisted around and let you rest on the mattress first. He followed right behind and slotted a knee between your legs to pry them open. âYou just want someone to take care of you,â
âWant you to take care of me,â you replied. Jaemin hummed in agreement.Â
âIâll do more than that,â he promised, placing small kisses on your boob that almost tickled. Daringly, you shifted your bodies until his back hit the sheets. Jaemin sucked in a breath as you wrapped your hand around his length, letting you stroke him a few times before turning him over on his back. He scooted up the sheets so he could lean against the headboard and get a proper look at you. Even if he wanted to be in control of the situation, he could never deny you as you knelt between his legs, the curve of your ass taunting him.Â
Jaemin finally pulled his underwear off, tossing it somewhere off the bed and you smiled at seeing his erect cock. It was big, incredibly thick and Jaemin was clearly aware as he smirked at you, the pretty girl practically drooling at the sight of him. You licked your lips and peered up at him but he was only looking at you with dark, hooded eyes, encouraging you to start. You grabbed the base of his cock, giddy at the way your hand couldnât quite wrap around its entirety. Jaemin hissed as you licked up to the tip, several times until you were satisfied with the saliva coating his length.Â
âHoly shit,â he panted, your mouth wrapping delicately over his swollen head as your tongue traced the underside. Jaemin was visibly sweating now, the ridges of his abdomen rising and falling with his labored breaths. Without warning you sank lower, his tip bordering on the entrance of your throat. He choked out a low groan and admired you with pupils blown out from the pleasure.Â
You sucked harshly as you bobbed your head up and down, focused entirely on the way his face contorted and how hot he sounded. You pulled away for a second to breathe, and Jaemin took the opportunity to lunge his upper body forward and grab your hair, forcing your head back.Â
âOpen,â he muttered, and your jaw opened obediently. He smirked at your compliance and ran his thumb across your bottom lip affectionately. You watched as he leaned in close, and you were almost desperate for the kiss you were anticipating, but you werenât disappointed when instead he spit into your mouth and jerked your mouth closed himself. Fuck.Â
You hummed in approval and turned your attention back to his cock, leaning over his tip and slowly letting both yours and his saliva drip onto his flushed length before taking it into your mouth once again. His thighs were tense under your palms and you braced yourself, trying to go lower, but you gagged around his length without getting barely more than half his length inside. You tore off of him and coughed slightly.Â
âMaybe it is too big for you,â Jaemin sighed with fake sympathy, his hand lazily reaching up to caress your cheek. You relaxed into his hand for a second, your face leaning into his touch, but you were interrupted as his hand moved to roughly grab your face. You were practically dripping onto the bed. âWhat are you going to do with such a big cock?â
âIâll take it like a good girl,â you answered instantly, your words a bit muffled from the hold he had on your cheeks, and he groaned at your words.Â
Jaemin had heard enough, and he disregarded the blowjob you were giving him so he could switch your positions. You nearly screamed when he thrusted two fingers into you, curling them deliciously. Your legs twitched as he pumped them slowly but deeply into you, the loud sounds coming from your dripping pussy resonating about the room embarrassingly. The music from downstairs was muffled but it felt like a soundtrack to whatever movie you and Jaemin were living in together, fucking each other like it was love when you had only just learned the otherâs name.Â
âSo fucking wet,â he growled, his thumb moving up to rub your clit as his fingers sped up. He was a bit sloppy as his finger slipped around your bud, but his touch was intoxicating as he brought you closer to your impending climax. You were so sensitive that it was no surprise.Â
âJaemin, fuck,â you moaned as he scissored his fingers inside of you, surely stretching you out for what was coming next. Jaemin was so good, but he went one step further as he leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud and laving over it repeatedly. His bangs tickled your skin as he hovered over you, and you let one hand go from the sheets so you could brush his hair back and bunch it in your grip.Â
âCum for me, Y/n. I want you to cum on my fingers,â he spoke around your breast, shifting to move to the other as he rubbed your clit harder. Your eyes squeezed shut, Jaemin humming in satisfaction as your walls clamped around his hands as he slowed his thrusts down.Â
âThatâs it,â His mouth and fingers left you as you layed there, recovering. Your head was nearly spinning and you had yet to open your eyes, but they shot open when Jaemin trapped your clit in his mouth, sucking hard.Â
âJaemin! Oh my fucking god,â you moaned, but he didnât let up as he enjoyed the way your bud pulsed lightly on his tongue. Your hands were woven into his soft hair, your back arching and your thighs attempting to close around his head. He stopped, growling and using his strong arms to pry your legs open further than they were before.Â
âStay fucking still,â he demanded, diving down and shoving his tongue into your entrance, gathering all the arousal and cum from your leaking hole. Jaemin moaned at your taste, traveling as deep as possible just so he could swallow it all down.Â
You were twitching pathetically by the time he was satisfied, your pussy covered more in his spit than your juices like he owned it. Maybe he did.Â
âSo pretty,â he murmured, but you werenât sure if he was talking about you or your cunt as his eyes darted between the two. You rested your hands over your head, staring up at his handsome face bashfully, and he let out the most adorable giggle as he moved back up to you. He grabbed your hands, kissing your knuckles. âFucking cute. What am I going to do with you?â
He chuckled as you bucked your hips up to meet his painfully hard cock, getting the message. Jaemin prayed to whoeverâs room this was as he opened the drawer to the nightstand. With some kind of godsent luck he grabbed one of the foil packages and tore it open with his teeth, fumbling the condom between his moist fingers before you sighed and grabbed it from him.Â
âNot to be impatient, but I need you. Right now,â
Your tone was demanding and urgent, sparking Jaemin with intense need. âI think Iâm in love with you,â he blurted, and even though it was clearly a joke, both of your hearts paused for a split second at the word thrown so casually. The feeling was mutually ignored. Jaemin couldnât even chastise himself over his stupid word choice when you were looking up at him like that, with your glassy eyes and parted lips.Â
You got the condom on with ease, Jaeminâs face flushing with fleeting embarrassment.Â
He pumped his cock in his large, veiny hand as he lined his head up with your entrance, breaching your entrance with just the very tip. Your hands ventured to his back, feeling the sharpness of his shoulder blades as you ran your fingertips across. He shuddered at the way you touched him so delicately, but his gaze hardened and he focused back on shoving his cock into you.Â
He went slowly but it still felt impossible to accommodate his length, his girth seeming to expand the lower you got on his cock. You whined and pressed your hands to his abs, and he paused for a moment wondering if you wanted him to stop. His entire demeanor shifted.Â
âAre you okay, princess?â he asked, reaching a hand up to brush the strands of hair falling over your face.Â
âIâm okay,â you whispered, pecking his lips, and Jaemin groaned as you clenched around him, his length nearly entirely inside of you.Â
âJust a bit more,â
You were relieved when his skin finally met yours, and for a moment you reveled in the feeling of him bottomed out inside of you. He was stretching you out just as much as you thought he would, the burning sensation slightly painful but incredibly addicting. From the look on his face you figured Jaemin was doing more than just enjoying it, too.Â
Jaemin sat up a bit more so he had more control over his movements, gripping your hips in his sweaty hands so he could slowly slide in and out of your scorching heat. His lips were pursed and he was breathing heavily out of his nose, something he would do to get a grip on himself when it felt too fucking good.Â
âMy babyâs never been taken care of, huh? This tight little pussy was just asking to be fucked,â Jaemin noticed how sensitive you were to every inch he pumped into you, and he almost felt sorry as you whined at the size of his cock. With how hard you squeezed around him, he couldnât help but love it just the same.Â
There was something about the way Jaemin looked at you that got you impossibly more aroused, the intensity of his gaze proving to get you all hot and bothered inside. It felt like your insides were twisting from both his dick and the butterflies he gave you, a dehumanizing combination as you laid there at the mercy of him. As he began to pick up the pace your moans got louder, spurring him on as they turned into screams of pleasure.Â
âYou like it that much?â
âI love it. Love your cock so much,â you cried, your back arching into his thrusts. Your walls were stretching nearly beyond their limit as he forced his cock into you over and over again, and your body felt like it was levitating right off the bed. Jaeminâs head spun at the sight of you in such intense pleasure. On a whim of spontaneity, he pulled his cock out of you.Â
âHands and knees,â he spoke, and he didnât mean to sound so demanding, but the deep gruffness of his voice gave a different impression. He was surprised when you whimpered, flipping over obediently and displaying your ass to him.
âOh?â he perked up, grabbing your ass and spreading you open so he could properly see your wet cunt, your hole clenching sporadically around nothing but air. âI didnât know you could be this messy. So beautiful. Everything about you,âÂ
Jaemin used one hand to guide his length back to your pussy, but instead of entering into you like you hoped he would, he opted to slide himself in between your dripping folds teasingly. His cock slid up to the curve of your ass and it rested so heavily against your skin.Â
âJaemin,â you whined, dragging his name out. âPlease,â
âPlease what?â he asked, but when you opened your mouth to reply the tip of his cock caught on the hood of your clit, sending an intense pang of pleasure up your body. You couldnât speak as your mouth dropped open, your upper body collapsing as you pressed your cheek into the soft sheets. He tsked disapprovingly, his hand immediately threading through your hair as he used it to pull you up. You caught yourself on your hands, your back now arching up as he continued rocking his length against your folds.Â
âPlease fuck me,â you answered, your body tingling with excitement at his roughness. You really, truly couldnât have asked for a better outcome from coming to this party. Truthfully, Jaemin was too needy himself to delay this any longer, your answer good enough for him to sink back into you. He could make you beg more later, another time, he thought.Â
The new angle gave him an impossibly deeper reach into your cunt, hitting a certain spot inside of you that made you cry out. Jaemin was perfect, you thought. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect cock. And now you were close to having a second orgasm in the bed of a stranger. In a house youâve never been to, at a party filled with faces you barely knew. It was all so exciting.Â
âIâm going to cum,â you panted, your words a bit choked as your head was still tugged back. Jaemin took it as his cue to reach down and rub your clit earnestly, wanting to give you your release before he reached his own.Â
âMmh, so good for me,â he hummed, clenching his teeth at the way your walls were tightening around him. You were so close, just a bit more.
Jaeminâs thrusts had slowed and he wasnât hammering into you anymore, instead giving slow, hard thrusts that brought a new form of pleasure. It was just what you needed in order to reach your climax.Â
âJaemin, fuck. Shit,â you moaned, lewd sounds coming from both your mouth and your pussy. He released your hair and you collapsed back into the pillows, your hips pushing back into him as you came down from your peak. You werenât sure if a second or an hour had passed when Jaemin then pulled his length out of you, using his grip on your hips to flip you onto your back once again.Â
You were looking up at him with a fucked out expression, and Jaemin decided that you had had enough for tonight. He moved to leave the bed but you whined, and he turned back to you and your pouty eyes.Â
âYou havenât cum yet,â you complained, spreading your legs to display your weeping cunt to him. Jaemin had little self control around you yet he shook his head.Â
âItâs alright, this was more than enough. Iâm going to clean you up, okay?âÂ
His thoughtfulness only made you want him even more.Â
Jaemin ignored his painful erection and turned away, nearing the bathroom door when his movements halted from the sound of a whiny moan. His gaze shot toward you and you were laying in the sheets, two fingers stuffed in your pussy. You were coaxing him. You were desperate.Â
Your eyes were closed from the overstimulation, and you didnât know Jaemin had approached you until he grabbed your arm and ripped your touch away. You trapped your bottom lip between your teeth to suppress your victorious smile.Â
âSuch a fucking brat,â Jaemin growled, pinning both your arms above your head with only one hand. You were defenseless like this and he knew it. âYou want my cum that bad. So badly youâll make me mad,â He tutted at you disapprovingly.Â
âYou want to act like a cumslut?â Jaemin no longer wasted any time, ramming his length into you in one smooth thrust. You keened, in love with the fact that this was his second time entering you, yet you werenât quite adjusted to his size. âIâll fuck you like one,â
You regretted nothing as Jaemin pounded into you over and over again, your body moving both up and deeper into the mattress from the sheer force of his thrusts. He wasnât gentle with you anymore, not that he was before, but his intensity now paled what you thought was his version of rough.Â
And you thought he made you feel good before? This time, you were sure you would never forget him and hisâspecial set of skills.Â
Jaeminâs stamina was quite impressive, chasing his own high. You could feel him everywhere. In your cunt, your chest, even the tips of your toes as they curled. You were screaming into the open air, and Jaemin found it in him to kiss you as if it would quiet you. But who was he kidding. He wanted the entire party to hear you as he fucked you into a stupid, blabbering mess.Â
âFuck, youâre going to cum again, arenât you?â Jaemin taunted, noting the way you clenched around him. âIâm too generous. Maybe I shouldnât let you cum. Or maybe Iâll make you cum again. And again, and then one more time, until youâre begging me to stop,â
You couldnât speak, you could barely even breathe, but you forced your eyes open and met his own, and then you did something that nearly threw Jaemin off the bed. You had the audacity to smile, even throwing in a bubbly, infectious laugh as if he werenât balls deep inside of you. Huh, you sure knew how to surprise him. He liked that.Â
He actually loved it, but he figured it wouldnât make a difference.Â
It did.Â
Jaemin sustained his pace and it wasnât until you were teetering dangerously over the edge did you feel him begin to twitch inside of you. Sweat dripped down his face and his bangs sat attractively on his forehead, framing his beautiful features. For a moment you realize youâd forgotten how handsome Jaemin really was, and for much longer you realized how genuinely infatuated you were with him, somewhere far past the sexual level. It was scary. So scary that you pushed it to the back of your mind so it wouldnât distract you any longer.Â
âIâm close,â he groaned out, his hand reaching down to your clit to ensure you both reached your peaks one last time. It only took one flick of his index finger on your swollen bud for you to come undone, your cunt wrapping so tightly around his cock Jaemin could barely bring himself to move. He just wanted to relish in the warmth.Â
He looked down at you just as you looked up at him, and the eye contact felt much more intimate than it probably should have.Â
His cum shot into the condom yet you could feel every twitch of his length inside of you. His breathing was ragged and you felt a sick satisfaction knowing he was just as fucked out as you were.Â
âYouâre so fucking hot,â he praised, looking down at his softening cock and seeing the white creamy cum you left on his covered dick as a trace of your arousal. He had to look away before he got painfully hard again.Â
âIâll be right back,â he murmured to you, and you lowered your hips back onto the bed as you heard him open the door to the bathroom. You heard the faucet running before his footsteps approached again, and you turned over to watch him struggle pulling his underwear back up whilst holding a dripping wet cloth in one of his hands. You giggled at his disdain. He eventually got them up and walked back over to the bed, and you hummed in appreciation as he cleaned you up, the unexpected aftercare giving you another reason to like this boy. When he was finished, he comically tossed the dirtied towel onto the desk across the room, uncaring if both of your cum was on the table.Â
âWhat time is it?â you asked him as he crawled into bed next to you. He pulled you into his chest and yawned.Â
âTime to go to sleep,â
You sighed, searching the room for some sort of clock, and on the desk there was an expensive looking computer that was dim with the time and date softly lit on the sleeping device, the time reading past midnight.Â
âI have to go. My roommate is expecting me back,â
âNo you donât,â Jaemin groaned, hugging you even tighter. He was warm against your back and you considered staying there forever, but you did not want Hina to barge into a house of sleeping, drunk frat boys looking for you.Â
âIâm sorry,â you whispered, twisting in his hold to face him. You caressed your hand over his cheek, combing through his hair and down to his neck. âJaemin, you canât be asleep already,â
âI was hoping if I faked it you would stay,â he whispered, his eyes finally opening and he sighed, sitting up. He was the first to stand and he offered a hand out to you as you followed after him, the both of you redressing in the clothes scattered about the floor.Â
âCan I keep these?â he asked, holding up your lace panties like a trophy. You looked at him, appalled.Â
âWhy?â
âThink of it as a warranty. If you want these back, that means Iâll be seeing you again,â You chuckled at him, but you reached your hand out expectantly. He reluctantly gave it back.Â
âThank you sir,â you said, but as you reached out to grab it Jaemin grabbed your hand and pulled you into him instead. You had no time to adjust yourself as he kissed you ferociously, a clash of teeth and intensity. Something slid against your chest as Jaemin shoved some sort of paper into the top of your dress, biting your bottom lip teasingly before pulling away.Â
âYou know, the boys and I donât stay in one place for very long,â Jaemin sighed, buttoning his pants and haphazardly fixing his hair. âDonât be a stranger, got it? Iâm expecting full compensation for my generosityââ It was your turn to cut him off as you kissed him, softer that time, savoring the feeling of the gentle kiss. You both melted into one another, falling even faster.Â
âSo are you going to, like, give me your number or something?â you asked, but Jaemin surprisingly shook his head. He mustâve seen the disappointment practically exuding out of you, but he only smiled and pet your hair affectionately.Â
âI believe that those who are meant to be in my life will appear on their own. Or maybe I just love the chase,â Jaemin explained, and the look in his eyes told you to believe him. To trust him. âIâll find you again, Y/n,â
âWell then, goodnight, Na Jaemin,â you called as you slowly slipped away from his touch, then his presence, until you walked out of the room with a stupid, gleeful smile stretched wide on your face. You pulled the paper out from your bra and laughed knowingly as you unfolded the amateur band poster.Â
Hello Future: The BandÂ
Want us at a gig? Hit us up. We can drive.
Jaemin was left alone in the room, and he closed the door shut behind you and collapsed onto the mattress, the smell of your perfume encasing him. He stared up at the ceiling, the same goofy grin plastered on his face as well.Â
Jaemin was convinced you were different. There was something about you that made him feel something he couldnât shake, but it was quite possibly the most euphoric, thrilling emotion heâd ever experienced. Heâd never looked so forward to seeing a hookup again, if thatâs what he could call you. Heâd never been completely sober after one of these stupid frat parties, either.Â
He couldnât get you out of his fucking head. Not that he minded much.
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Jaemin was gone the next morning. It hadnât been the plan to leave so soon, but the band was called back by their producer. Something about putting some new music out.Â
You continued living your life without much of its normalcy being disrupted, but you wouldnât lie and say you didnât think about a certain black haired bassist from time to time. And, okay, maybe you searched up his bandâs socials. Jaemin didnât seem to have a personal account, though, which you were quite disappointed about.Â
âYeah, theyâre pretty popular on the college party scene,â Hina said distractedly as she brushed her hair in front of the mirror, your older roommate much more acquainted with the boysâ reputation than you. It didnât stop you from asking, but you left a few key details of that night to keep to yourself. âI heard they get paid a lot, too. Why were you asking?âÂ
âJust thought they were cool,â you replied nonchalantly. âYou know how I am with music,âÂ
Hina hummed in reply. âIâm pretty sure Yangyang knows them. Probably produced a song for them once or twice. You should probably ask him, if youâre really interested,â
And ask Yangyang you did.Â
âAre you really using me as a mutual friend right now?â he chastised, shaking his head as you trailed behind him like a sad puppy.Â
âOh, please, Yangyang. You should be glad Iâm even speaking to you right now!âÂ
âSays the girl I had to drag out of bed after a massive hangover. I couldâve gotten kicked out if someone saw me on the girlsâ floor. The things I do for you,âÂ
You sped up a little and parked yourself in front of the boy, forcing him to halt his steps. You rubbed your hands together pleadingly but only as a last resort.Â
âIf you have his number, I swear I will do anything,âÂ
âAnything?â the boy pondered, rubbing his chin in exaggerated interest. You slapped his hand away. âOuch. Whatâs got you so interested in Jaemin anyway? Is it the tattoo? I bet itâs the tattooââÂ
âI swear Yangyang, Iâm about to tattoo a hand mark on your left ass cheek if you donâtââÂ
âMy gosh! Keep you and your hands away from my money makers. I donât even have his number, anyway. I do have Haechanâs, though. The vocalist with the killer voice,âÂ
âThatâll barely get me anywhere!âÂ
âThen I donât know what to tell you. Iâll see you at the gig tonight though, yeah?âÂ
âWhatever. See? This is why you owe me,âÂ
âOf course, my beloved friend,â
âShut up. Itâs too early for this,âÂ
~Â
You were dressed to impress and by the time you had finished your makeup you realized all too late that you were running short on time. Yangyang was going to run your ear off if you werenât punctual.Â
âHave fun!â Hina called after you, hyping you up as you left the room stumbling to get your heels on.Â
The club was dark, shadows packing every corner you could see through the entrance as you approached. You gave a dazzling smile to the familiar bouncer, Johnny, who gave you a fleeting grin, jutting his chin toward the side of the building before checking another ID.Â
âThere she is!â someone cheered just as you opened the door. Karina rushed up and wrapped her arms around you, the subtle scent of something sickeningly sweet encasing you.Â
âIs it a pregame kind of night, Rina?â you chuckled, parting from your friend and sitting yourself in front of one of the vanity mirrors. The lighting aided you as you touched your makeup one last time, glancing at the clock and knowing the shift was about to begin.Â
You carried a tray of empty martinis, balancing it on your forearm as you weaved your way through the tables. You approached the bar and knocked twice, signaling Doyoungâs attention.Â
âLooking hot, Y/nâ he teased, tossing you a napkin to dab on your sweaty forehead.Â
âIâm about to get a lot more sweaty soon,â you sighed. Just as you finished, a majority of the large room grew pitch black as all of the fluorescent lights pointed toward the stage. They always put together the DJ set the nights you and your friends were scheduled, Yangyang standing behind the table as he spoke about the night only just beginning.Â
There were cheers throughout the crowd as you made your way up to the stage, giving the crowd an endearing smile as you, Karina and Yeji got into formation. Yangyang pressed a button and the music came to life, and you danced like you always didâlike you had bills to pay.Â
After finishing your performance the three of you scrambled to collect the money scattering the floor, giving a quick wave and blowing a few kisses before sauntering off the stage and back into the dressing rooms. Yeji counted every bill and split it evenly between the three of you, satisfied with the amount.Â
âIt was a good night,â Karina commented, fanning her bills in her face with a smile.Â
âThatâs because they went crazy for your little solo,â you joked. âAnyways, I have to go. Donât spend it all tonight, okay?âÂ
Your best friends only scoffed at you, giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek before you stuffed the money in your bag and walked out. Just as you were about to approach Johnny and make small talk, a man stopped you in your tracks. You looked between him and Johnny with caution, but your friend had already noticed, inching toward you slowly but intimidatingly.Â
âHello! I would like to introduce myself. My name is Park Yeojin and I work for a film studio,â he handed you his business card, and you took it.
âUh, Iâm Y/n,â you replied. He took your name in stride as he continued.Â
âIâm actually in town on vacation, and I surely wasnât planning to talk business while going out to the club with my friends, but I truly think youâre amazing. Stunning, really. Anyways, one of my business partners is shooting a music video, and I think you would be perfect as the starring role,âÂ
Johnny shot you a thumbs up with an amused expression as he backed off. You glanced down at the contact info in your hands. SM Filming Studios. Huh, seems legit enough.Â
âWill I be getting paid?â you questioned, feeling embarrassed when the man simply laughed.Â
âOh honey, have you not heard of SM before? Youâll be paid generously, Iâm sure,â he explained, adjusting his glasses, and you took notice of the expensive looking watch on his wrist. âThe artists that hire us are household names, but youâll be shooting with an up-and-coming group,âÂ
He leaned in closer, a smile on his face. âI think youâll take a liking to them. Will you think about it and give me a call in the next couple of days? I anticipate that the film will be shot sometime next week,âÂ
âI sure will, Mr. Park,âÂ
~
âSM Film Studios. Please state your business,â
âHi,â you answered nervously. âI was hoping I could speak with Mr. Park Yeojin?âÂ
âIâll see if heâs in a meeting. Could I have your name, please?âÂ
âY/n,â
âThank you, if you could stay on the lineââ the receiver went dead for a moment, a popular radio song sounding. You had done some research on the company in hopes it would help you make your decision, so you were aware that this song was one that they had worked on.Â
âY/n! Pleasure to hear from you,â a voice boomed, one you recognized. âHere to bring me good news, right?âÂ
âOf course,â you grinned. âIâm on board with the project, if the offer still stands,âÂ
âThank goodness! I took a gamble on you, you know. I convinced my coworker not to hold auditions, telling him that he needed to trust me that you were worth waiting for,â You were flattered by all of his praise, and it gave you a boost of confidence. You had doubted if you were worth this big-shot companyâs time.Â
âSo, when do we start?â you asked. Being a college student, it was pretty easy to travel somewhere for a few days (as long as you forced Yangyang to take notes for you while you were gone).Â
âOh, thatâs right. Iâll be needing to hand you over to Changmin for this. Heâll be the director and PD for the shoot. Iâll be giving him your information to contact you and Iâll go ahead and send the electronic paperwork over,â
âThank you so much!â you gushed, providing your email address before hanging up. Your heart was racing and you were excited. Maybe this was the first step you needed to pursue a career in the entertainment business.Â
You got Mr. Parkâs message with the contracts and liability waivers, signing them quickly and sending them back. Your phone pinged and you checked it anxiously.Â
Hello Y/n, this is Yoon Changmin. I hate to spring this on you fairly last-minute, but we are going to be shooting in our own studios. You should be able to access the address on our website, and thereâll be someone at the security gate to escort you to the correct place. Thank you, see you tomorrow.Â
Tomorrow?
â---------------------------
You put your life on hold to make it to the set, not really sure what to wear, so you settled on something similar to what you mightâve worn to an audition. You pulled up in Karinaâs car, your friend kindly letting you borrow it for the day, approaching the front gate after nearly an hour and a half of driving.Â
âName please?â the man asked, glancing down at his clipboard when you gave it. âAlrighty, that man over there in the gold cart will lead the way. Just follow him and park in one of the guest stalls,â
âThank you so much,â you smiled, rolling your window back up and heading through the opening gate. It was easy enough to find parking, but you were quite nervous once you got out of the car.Â
âY/n! So nice to finally meet you,â a man spoke, approaching you with a black cap on his head. âIâm Changmin. Weâre going to be sending you to the choreographer very quickly before we have the stylists work on you. Youâre going to have to pick it up quickly,â he explained, walking with you toward the large building. You entered a small studio where the choreographer was waiting.Â
âHello, please warmup however you can. Weâre going to need to go over this quickly,â
You barely stretched before she insisted you started. âAlright, the boys in the group already learned the choreography, but youâll only be dancing with one of them. Weâre going to run a few screen tests once they arrive, seeing who you look best with. As of right now, Mr. Yoon is thinking that Lee Jeno will be best,â
You nodded, staying professional. Lee Jeno? The group must be fairly new, because you didnât seem to know who they were.Â
The choreographer led you through the dance, helping you with the partner work and running the music with you. It was a nice song, but it was slower and more sensual, so you knew you had to match that energy with your moves. It was a good thing you worked in the night club so often, but then again, that must be why you were scouted in the first place.
âAmazing! Wonderful job, Y/n. Youâre going to be the star of this video,â she gushed, leading you out the doorway and toward the vanity tables in another room. You froze, though, when you heard someone call your name. You turned around, your jaw dropping to the floor.Â
âJaemin?â
âUh, do you guys know each other?â one of the four spoke, his dirty blond hair ruffled a bit about his head. You made eye contact with the sheepish Jaemin, telling him with your eyes to say something.Â
âYeah! We met at the party earlier last week. How are you?â he explained, approaching you alone and slinging an arm around your shoulders. You gawked at him in shock as he began walking the two of you the opposite direction, speaking to you when you were out of ear shot.Â
âHoly shit, what are you doing here?â you gasped, laughing as you gave him a tight hug. He reciprocated, his grasp tight.Â
âI should be the one asking you. This is my bandâs music video, you know,âÂ
Realization set in. You couldnât believe now that you had never asked who the artists actually were. You had no idea Hello Future were full blown artists like this, but then again, based on their social media following, maybe you shouldâve figured it out on your own. Jaemin was watching you like he still couldnât believe you were really standing in front of him.Â
âSo, uh, I was recruited by one of the SM studio employees when they watched one of my performances back at my home job,â you explained, giving him the entire story about how Mr. Park had approached you and set everything up. He looked impressed, about to say something, when he was interrupted.Â
âWhere are Jaemin and Y/n? We need to get them ready and get the ball rolling!â Mr. Yoon called out, Jaemin giving you a wink before the two of you jogged into the dressing room.Â
The outfit the stylist picked out for you was simpleâan all red ensemble and excessively chunky boots. You emerged from behind the curtains and saw the boys each had their own outfits, black leather and denim gracing their attractive features. One glance over Jaemin and you had to wipe the drool from your chin.Â
âAlright, weâre going to begin filming everyone! Waitâboys! Eyes and ears here, please,â Mr. Yoon demanded, everyone turning to look at the four as they snapped their heads around from you to him. You snickered to yourself, watching them trying to brush it off. âFor our staff, this song is called It Felt Like the World. Itâll be pretty steamy, I admit, but itâs all for the cameras right?â
You could feel Jaeminâs stare without even glancing at him.Â
âWeâre going to begin with the instrumental shots, so hopefully Y/n can go over the choreography a bit more. Donât worry hun, youâll do amazing,â Mr. Yoon encouraged, giving you a smile before settling back into his authoritative persona. Your choreographer approached kindly as the boys left for the huge red backdrop that already had an impressive stage and their instrumental set up. As you went over your choreography you heard several directions come from where they were filming, the drummer marking the 4-count before they began playing the song in real time. You paused for a moment and simply watched them, amazed by their passion. You watched them play the entire song, grinning at the fact that Jaemin took the lead vocal on the last four lines. When they hit the last beat and strummed the last note, Jaemin met your piercing gaze and smiled, snapping you back into reality as you bashfully turned away.Â
âThat was great guys! We might come back to this and film a couple more times but our cameramen need to reconstruct the blocking before we do. For now letâs decide on the male lead. Uh, any volunteers?âÂ
All the boysâ hands shot up immediately.Â
âOkay then, uh, Yerin, could you consult with me?â he called to your choreographer, the two of them muttering to each other before he clapped his hands together and readdressed you all. âWell, Yerin thinks Jeno is best fit, so weâre going to feel it out and see what happens,â he concluded, and you looked over to see the drummer smile shyly. Ah, so this was Jeno. You were quite disappointed that it wasnât Jaemin, but letting it affect your performance would simply be unprofessional.Â
âWeâre going to take five then film in set C,âÂ
You approached Jaemin as his band mates dispersed, watching him pout slightly.Â
âIf Iâm the one who actually knows you, shouldnât it be me?â he scoffed softly, making sure no one else overheard. You sighed with a smile on your face.Â
âIf it means anything, I was really hoping it would be you,â you replied, satisfied with the glow in his eyes. Jaemin was utterly tempted to touch you, maybe even kiss you, but this was no place for that.Â
âItâs just that the lyrics are prettyâhow do I say thisâsuggestive? I have a feeling youâre going to be putting on quite the show with Jeno,â he spat, jealousy rolling off of him in waves. Cute.Â
âJeno, Y/n, come here for a sec. We have to talk the beginning scene,âÂ
âThatâs my cue,â you sighed, blowing him a little kiss as you walked over to Yerin and Mr. Yoon near set C. It was a fake bedroom, decorated to seem like one of the four actually lived in it. There were posters, the floor littered with some shoes and vinyls, an amp in the corner and a guitar hanging on the wall.Â
âOkay, you guys are really going to have to channel your acting skills here. You two are supposed to be in love, but connected here in a bit of a sexual way. Youâre both each otherâs world. Convince us,â Mr. Yoon explained, your palms sweating. âMaybe do a bit of improvisation for us before we start filming. Give us something sexy, Jeno maybe you could dip into her neck for a close up shot,âÂ
You and Jeno turned to each other, Yerin and the director stepping out of the set and watching the two of you as you slowly approached the boy. He was extremely attractive, sure, but there was only one boy in your mind, and he was watching from the side.Â
Jenoâs hands were a bit awkward as he grabbed your hips, pulling you closer as he avoided eye contact with you.Â
âLook at her, Jeno! Sheâs your lover, not some stranger,âÂ
That was funny considering you actually were a stranger. Jeno looked into your eyes and took a calming breath, leaning forward and brushing his lips against your neck.Â
âOkay, thatâs better. Y/n, could you close your eyes?âÂ
You obeyed, finding that it was much easier to imagine it was Jaemin against you when you did so. Suddenly your fantasy was interrupted when Mr. Yoonâs voice made the both of you jump.Â
âYou have to move, Jeno. This isnât a picture, this is a video!â Mr. Yoon sighed exasperatedly, rubbing his eyebrows in frustration. âHere, let me see. Jaemin, youâre standing here, why donât we try that?âÂ
Your heart leaped with joy at his words. It was like the stars aligned perfectly for you. But then Jeno pulled away and gave you a subtle wink, and you realized it wasnât luck that paired you and Jaemin togetherâthey had planned all of this. You were sure if Mr. Yoon had vouched for any of the other three, they would have performed just as badly. Sneaky bastards, but praise them.Â
Jaemin walked onto the set immediately, grabbing you by the waist as he looked down at you.Â
âYes! Thatâs it! Lean into him more Y/n, there you go. Yes, Yes!â Mr. Yoon clapped his hands together excitedly, Yerin giving the two of you a pointed smirk as she seemed to have caught on herself. âThis is exactly what I imagined. Lights, get over here and shine some âsunlightâ through the window!â Â
Mr. Yoon was so thrilled he was jumping all over the place, barking orders at his staff as they scrambled to create the perfect setting. Jaemin turned back to you and leaned in to whisper in your ear.Â
âWe wonât have to act at all, baby. Thisâll be a breeze,â You couldnât argue with that, pulling away as a few of the stylists rushed over to give the two of you a few touch ups before the cameras would begin rolling.Â
âOkay, weâre going to start off with the pan on Jaeminâs face. Get a little closer, a little more, perfect! Okay, and⌠Action!âÂ
Jaemin approached you slowly, a dark look in his eyes as he gripped you by the waist and let you wrap your arms around his neck. He leaned in close and you felt his breath fan your skin. You shuddered in a way only noticeable to him, Jaeminâs smirk crawling over your neck as he moved to kiss it slowly.Â
The rest of the shoot was, as he put it, a breeze.
âââââââââââââââ
jaemin<3: hey gorgeous
jaemin<3: SM sent us the final draft of the mv, and they said i could send it to youÂ
jaemin<3: it came out great, all thanks to you
jaemin<3: video attachment
Jaemin had asked for your number at the end of the shooting day, insisting that he was now convinced that the universe had given him enough signs. You two had been texting and calling each other ever since. You clicked on the video link and turned up your volume, the music flooding your empty dorm.Â
[a/n, please get your music apps out and play âIt Felt Like the Worldâ by DYSN]Â
Adventure
The first shot was of you, a close up of your winding body as you danced in the center of a cluster of extras. The film was edited in slow motion, the colorful lights basking your face in an artificial glow as your intentionally smudged makeup caught light in the frame.Â
Down your body, adventure
The scene cuts abruptly to you and Jaemin in âhis bedroomâ. He was descending his lips down your clothed body, the camera following his movements as his head eclipsed the light coming in from the window.Â
Before the next line Jaemin could be seen in the club himself, pushing through the sea of bodies with his eyes trained on the cameraâtrained on you.Â
She said, âDonât stop unless I tell you, tell you,âÂ
You had been instructed to lip sync to the lyrics in real time, your glossy lips mouthing the words as you were dancing with Jaemin. The two of you put on the choreography well, moving as one against each other. It was steamy, his hands trailing down your body as you slinked around him like a snake.Â
But you ainât said a word
Not a word
Things took a turn, as you expected, the scene of you pushing Jaemin backwards in his room as he stumbled, stunned. You two appeared to be arguing about somethingâwell, more like you were yelling at him and he couldnât get any words out. It was a depiction of a guy that couldnât fight for his relationship.Â
You were walking toward the door furiously when he grabbed onto your arm desperately. He turned you around and pulled you close, his lips trailing down your neck feigning apology as the camera followed. Your face contorted with conflicting thoughts.Â
Then she whispered, âkiss meâ
Your eyes were borderline teary, Jaemin pulling back to look into them.Â
âDarling, kiss me, take meâ
Jaemin did. He kissed you and the passion was evident through the screen. Your heart fluttered as you watched, giving you a third party view as Jaeminâs lips melded with yours. It came across as distressed, like he was trying to tell you everything he couldnât bring himself to say.Â
When we were 17, it felt like the world
You two were making amends, a cultivation of smiles and laughs shared between you two. He twirled you around, you two laid in his bed as he played with your hair, you smiled at him as he caressed his nose with yours.Â
It felt like the world
The long instrumental took up the last half of the song, the video panning between the band and you two driving in a car together with the sunset apparent through the windows. He glanced over at you with one hand on the wheel. You caught him staring and smiled. Everything was perfect about the long, slowed clip, the two of you staring lovingly as the perspective shot from the backseat forward. He reached over to grab your hand, kissing your knuckles, and then the screen went black.Â
Hello Future: The Band
It Felt Like the WorldÂ
You watched it twice more, fully embracing the beauty of the video. Any opportunity you had to book a gig was exciting, but this one was special, you knew, because you cherished the boy alongside you. Jaemin had guided you through the tough acting scenes, letting you feed off of his energy, taking the initiative but still letting you shine on your own.Â
you: wow jaem, itâs beautifulÂ
you: the song is so wonderful, and Mr. Yoon really captured it well
The three little dots appeared immediately. Jaemin had been waiting (im)patiently for your reaction.Â
jaemin<3: you were the one who made it special, y/n
jaemin<3: itâll be posted in two hours
jaemin<3: call me later, yeah? i have to go for now, iâm in a press meeting :(
you: of course. have fun!
[read: 4:02 pm]
You tossed your phone beside you on your bed, giggling like a teenage girl.Â
~
haechanfever127: god this music video is so beautiful. iâm so proud of the boys for making this amazing song!
jenojam: wow~ to be this girl!Â
renjuniiee: iâm a new fan after listening to this song. itâs all over the radio, and itâs almost getting overplayed (not that it ever could lol)Â
You were scrolling through the comments under the video, a week after its release. You were incredibly giddy about the whole thing. You convinced yourself that maybe this was finally your shot, and you were unbelievably happy for the boys. The song was topping charts worldwide.Â
luvforjaem: i wonder if this song was written about jaeminâs girlfriend. weird that she wasnât the one in the video, though.Â
You froze, staying on that comment for a long while as you reread the words in hopes to process them. In a flash you opened your web browser and searched up âna jaemin girlfriendâ (admittedly not one of your proudest moments) and was shocked by the amount of headlines that popped up. You clicked on the first one.Â
Breakout Band HELLO FUTUREâs Na Jaemin Spotted With Labelmate Kira Outside of Company Building
#ThingsAreGettingSteamy! #GlobalPlayboy
There was a large image attached at the very top of the article, and your heart dropped. He was wearing a black cap that covered his eyes, but the girl in the photo was unmistakably pressed against Jaeminâs body, smiling up at him with his face out of view.Â
You didnât want to, but you proceeded to read the report.Â
By now weâve all heard about this new global boy band. With faces that make the girls swoon, itâs no surprise that they might be in relationships! Na Jaemin, the star of their hit music video It Felt Like the World was photographed getting a bit close with fellow labelmate and established pop singer Kira outside of their company building. Reporters say they were getting touchy before Jaemin sent Kira off in a taxi. Whew, girls, what boyfriend material! They make a beautiful couple, donât you think?Â
Buzz is already forming around the new pair, fans either gushing over their perfect image or sad that they couldnât snatch him up first. What do you think? Will their relationship last? Vote below!Â
There was a little poll at the bottom with a YES or NO option. Always petty, you furiously tapped the NO button until the graph hauntingly revealed the overwhelming amounts of YESâs. You threw your phone across the room and screamed into your pillow.Â
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. BuzzâŚ
Ding! Ding!Â
You lifted your head and looked over at your phone sitting face down on your rug, shooting daggers into it. Reluctantly, you got off your bed and picked it up.Â
[1] Missed call from jaemin<3
[2] Message from jaemin<3
You scowled, tapping his notification to see what he had to say.Â
jaemin<3: hey, can you call me back?Â
jaemin<3: please
You debated for a long while, even though you knew he could see that you read his message. When he started typing again, you pressed the call button.Â
âY/n?â
âWhat.â
He was silent for a moment.Â
âIâm guessing you saw the article,âÂ
âI did,âÂ
Jaemin sighed, his eyes squeezing shut as he thought of what to say. Did he tell you his truth, or his companyâs truth? He didnât know.Â
âAre you upset with me?â he asked, hoping that if you were, it would be worth it to tell you straight up. Maybe, he thought, he could find a reason.
You were silent for a whileâfor too long. You were trying to find the words to say. I mean, what could you really tell him at this point? Itâs not like you two were together. Plus, now heâs dating a beautiful, talented, famous celebrity. So that smaller part of you, the one that wanted to scream at him for being with another girl when all you wanted was him, was suppressed.Â
âWhy would I be upset? Iâm sure the videoâs racking up more views as we speak, Jaem,â
The affectionate name broke his heart. âI just thoughtââ
âYou donât have to think about anything. This is great for the band and for me. I can get more job opportunities if the video blows up, right?â you chuckled, but the conversation went dead for a moment as you both sat with bated breaths.Â
âYeah, I guess youâre right. I hope to see you on the front page of a magazine sometime soon,â Jaemin replied. He tried to keep the defeat out of his voice when you sounded so chipper. âYouâll be miss bigtime performer and Iâll have to beg you to be in another music video,âÂ
âIâll be looking forward to it,â you sighed.Â
âYeah, me too,â
When you gave your formal goodbyes and the phone call ended, you both knew there were things that had been left unsaid and feelings still lingering. Neither of you could bring yourselves to open up, and for a long while after, there were no messages and calls exchanged.Â
~
âYou mean to tell me that you havenât spoken to him once since then?â Yangyang asked incredulously, turning from his computer to actually look at you and digest the situation.Â
âYeah,â you sighed, picking at your nails distractedly. âBut I made a promise to myself never to read any articles on him for the rest of my life,â
âSounds like a good plan,â Yangyang agreed with a nod, the sound of his video game menu filling the silence as he paused. âDo you still think about him?â
He was treading lightly with his words, but he didnât need to.Â
âSometimes,â you replied, finally looking up from your hands and giving a small, content smile. âI mean, I barely knew the guy, and what I got from the experience was far beyond just Jaemin. I donât think Iâll ever forget what it was like being on set, being around those people and how much I loved it,â
âGood for you,â he smiled. âLike, for real. Iâm happy you feel that way. I donât know if Iâll ever be as mature as you,â
âYou wonâtâ
âWay to ruin the moment. This is what I get for being nice to you,â
~
âI hope theyâre happy,â Jaemin muttered, tossing his bag down roughly as he stormed into the bandâs apartment. Renjun was the only one there, Haechan and Jeno having gone off somewhere together, and the boy watched Jaemin with pity. âI hope everyone who had a part in this gets their bank account drained,â
âIâm really sorry, man. I know itâs hard right now, but maybe itâll all work out in the end,â Renjun consoled, scooting over on the couch so Jaemin could collapse beside him. âBut, Y/n really was cool,â he admitted.Â
Jaemin huffed in frustration, his hands running rampant over his face and through his hair. His jaw was clenched as he stared down at his feet with his head between his hands.Â
âDo you think itâll be worth it?â Jaemin murmured. Renjun sighed as he leaned back, staring up at the blank ceiling.Â
âI sure hope so, Jaemin,â he said. âI really do,âÂ
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3 years later
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âWell, look who it is!â someone called, and you turned toward the voice with a beaming smile. You hadnât known she would be here.Â
âItâs been so long!â you chirped, reaching out and hugging Yerin. She chuckled before pulling away.Â
âI almost didnât recognize you with the new hair,â she laughed, nodding toward your red strands. âI like it. It really screams: Diorâs New It-Girl,âÂ
âOh, stop it,â you blushed. Yerin looked like she was going to say more, but another woman approached and coaxed her away. She gave you a warm, apologetic smile before you were left alone once again. You figured it would be best to find your seat now as the venue had become much too crowded, and you knew you would have to entertain a few conversations along the way.Â
A couple years back, you never knew you would be sitting in the front row of an exclusive Christian Dior fashion show, but here you were. Since the music video had blown up, kickstarting your career, youâd graduated college while simultaneously juggling all the job opportunities youâd gotten. Theyâd started off simple, with things like small product advertisements to showcase to your growing social media following. Then youâd gotten a call from a technology company asking if you could be in their headphones commercial, then booked a gig with a video game company to be the model for one of their characters, and then, one of your favoritesâbeing asked to fly out of the country to be part of the main cast on a travel-based reality show that just got renewed for a third season.Â
Eventually you found yourself here, a special guest at your fashion ambassadorâs Summer Collection show, having just walked down the very same runway a few months before for their Spring Lookbook.Â
And you were never a fan of the press, but once in a while youâd come across an article or a magazine with your face on it, and you could never help reading the headlines.Â
Y/n: The Next Big Thing and Why You Should Be Paying Attention to Her.
New Hit Reality Show âBorder Crossingâ Features a Funny, Fresh Face.Â
And most recently, Christian Diorâs New It-Girl.Â
You might know her because sheâs all everyoneâs been talking about, but we promise she didnât appear out of thin air. We recently interviewed Y/n asking her about what her journey to stardom has been like. âThrillingâ, she said. âI still wake up in the morning and wonder if any of this is real,â
Well, it sure is! It seems like sheâs the only one that canât believe her own success. After a private call with a Dior team member, our reporter found that Y/n is well known in the entertainment world as being extremely professional, easy to work with, and quite charming among the staff. Just this past May, she could be seen studying for her university classes during a photoshoot! Your turn to take notes, everyone. This is how to be a multi-million dollar model, actress, and the nationâs darling.Â
Your on-brand dress was elegant but a bit extravagant, and you found it hard to move around as you tried your best to weed gracefully through the crowd. Your reserved seat was near the center of the right wing of chairs, on the complete opposite side of where you stood now. You were passing the entrance when a commotion came from outside.Â
High pitched screams could be heard and many turned their heads to watch the scene unfold, a series of cameras flashing trying to capture whoever it was approaching the building. There were shouts from the photographers but too many to make out what they were saying, and in a rush to get by, you nearly stumbled whilst crossing the bit of red carpeting that reached past the doors.Â
Someone grabbed your hand to steady you, and you looked up to see a familiar face.Â
âWoah there, we canât have the face of the brand falling, can we?âÂ
âThank you, Hyunjin,âÂ
Hwang Hyunjin was your equal, the male ambassador of the brand to match yourself in the countless campaigns that featured your high profile faces. Youâd done several shoots with him before, and he was always very courteous, and had intimidated you at first with how experienced he was. He had always been a model, but with his face and talent he was able to make an enormous name for himself on social media and became one of the most sought after male models in the industry. Dior was simply able to snatch him up before anyone else could.Â
You gave him a grateful smile, letting his hand continue to hold yours as you subtly regained your balance. But, in a matter of seconds, the cloak of whispers from the guests around you brought you back to where you were. And when you took just one second to reestablish your surroundings, you realized someone was standing just a short length away, stopped on the red path having been blocked by you and Hyunjin.Â
The first thing you saw was the snake tattoo running down his neck.Â
Neither you or Jaemin made any reaction as you made eye contact. His black hair was kept a tad longer and he wore a simple black suit that somehow made him look intimidating, and it was the serious impression you got from him that truly made him feel like a stranger. You didnât realize until Hyunjin led you away that you had subconsciously gripped the poor man's hand firmly.Â
âThey sat us together, right? Let me help you,âÂ
You vaguely heard Hyunjin speaking to you, your mind stuck in the gutter. You hadnât seen Jaemin in years, much less within that close of a proximity. You were already lost back into the crowd and you knew looking back would be worthless, but the muscles in your neck were tingling with how badly you wanted to.Â
How has he been? How were the others? A million questions were racing through your mind but only one in particular resonated within you.Â
Does he still think about you? (Like youâve thought about him?)
You donât pine over him anymore, and youâre unphased when another one of the bandâs hits plays on the radio, but youâve become a different person in many ways. At random moments, on random days, you wonder if he ever follows your trail to stardom. You wonder if he sees your face on the cityâs billboards, if heâs watched your show. You question if heâs proud of where youâve gotten; if mega-popstar Na Jaemin ever reads an article and feels happy for you.
You have no time to continue fretting about the situation once Hyunjin finds your seats, and youâre forced to push the thoughts out of your head and focus on the task at hand. For the entire night there will always be a pair of eyes on you, and you must act accordingly. You're mentally switching yourself back to work-mode as the lights dim and the runway comes alive.Â
Thereâs a series of formal speeches and grateful welcomings from the designer, and soon the first model makes their way from backstage wearing the collectionâs signature diamond motif print. A round of applause sounds as the fashion show is now underway.Â
A figure walks from across the strip of marble and it catches your attention, your resolve wavering as Jaemin takes the seat directly across from you. Youâre both facing each other this way, and you donât spare him another glance as you return your sights back on the next model. Karina struts down the aisle wearing a large, lavish hat, and itâs so big that it masks her intentional wink as she passes your seat.Â
Sixteen models later, and you feel the grim, horribly specific, unignorable stare. With just a fleeting glance forward, youâre able to confirm that Jaemin is not in fact watching the show. Heâs too busy watching you.Â
âHey,â Hyunjin whispered, leaning over to speak into your ear. âMr. Beccari is going to be at the after party. We should probably show our faces, even just for a little while,âÂ
You simply nodded, knowing the after parties played a key role in making connections. Anyone worth your time would be there, and even if it was exhausting, you would make an appearance.Â
You kept yourself fully focused on the models for the rest of the show, sparing not even a flicker of the eyes toward Jaemin for the rest of the night. You werenât sure why you were so hostile towards him even after all these years, but making a name for yourself meant learning when not to be walked over.Â
The weather was nice, the outdoor venue for the post-runway show cast in a golden glow from the lights strung above the heads of the high class group mingling over champagne and appetizers. You and Hyunjin walked in together as instructed by the PR manager, letting the photographers capture the two of you gliding along arm in arm. Your red hair was left down tonight, blowing rampant but gorgeously with the light winds.Â
A mass of people crowded around the two of you upon your arrival, talking courteously about nothing important at all. You pasted a smile on your face and tried your best to keep your mind blank.Â
âIs that from the Fall 2005 collection? One of my favorites, dear,â your creative director noted, eyeing your dress with approval. She was never one to give many compliments, so you took this one with pride.Â
âI prefer what you wore in the spring,âÂ
You turned to the newcomer, who was standing just over your shoulder, Jaeminâs warm hand brushing politely over your forearm before retracting just as quickly. He was smiling over at the director, but he stood impossibly close to you without any hint of second thought.Â
The director clapped her hands together in giddy satisfaction. âOh, how wonderful! Our celebrity ambassadors standing together,â Your eyes widened when you processed her words, turning to Jaemin in disbelief. Heâs a Dior ambassador now?
âIâm glad to be working with a friend,â Jaemin chuckled, referring to you without sparing you a glance. He led the conversation with the director for a while before she departed to take a phone call, leaving you two alone. Jaemin circled your figure until he stood in front of you, a smile on his lips that was almost insulting.Â
âFriend, huh?â you joked lightly, though the undertone in your statement didnât go unnoticed. There were some murmurs sounding around the two of you, making you aware that this wasnât just a private conversation. The two ambassadors were talking; the two of you were talking. That deserved attention.Â
âThis is my second time seeing you tonight, and I still have yet to receive a greeting,âÂ
âI was occupied with other matters,â you replied, your blood nearly boiling at his comment, but you couldnât muster anything but shock at the moment. He looks good, you thought. Older. With the way you were studying him, Jaemin looked away for a second, finally a break in his indifference. You watched him swallow harshly, eating away words youâd never get to hear.Â
Fuck, Jaemin cursed to himself. One little look from you and he was looking for an escape.Â
âHow is the band doing?â you asked. It was all just meaningless catching up, but maybe this was your sneaky way of asking how he was.Â
âNot as good as you,â he replied politely. âYouâve been everywhere,âÂ
âI guess so,â you hummed, feeling the conversation beginning to die. Your torn heart wanted him to walk away and stay all at the same time. You wanted him to let you grab another glass of champagne but you wanted him to take you home. What was he thinking? What was going on inside of the head of a boy you never really knew, and why did it still feel like youâve known him your entire life?Â
âAre you still dancing?â he asked. You were glad that he asked, but now you were convinced he didnât keep up to date on much of your activities. You had been hired as a guest judge on a popular dance competition show just a few months back.Â
That was the only episode Jaemin had ever watched, but the question was just to lead into what he would say next.Â
âYeah, occasionally,â you answered. Your mood had noticeably soured, but Jaemin perked up with a glimmer of hope.Â
âWeâre recording a new album,â he explained casually, but his heart was pounding. âI think weâll be taking the tour out of the country,â
âThatâs amazing,â you commented. Your voice lacked the enthusiasm he had hoped for. Jaemin was starting to doubt himself, and once he started, he could never stop.Â
âYeah, I guess so,â He cleared his throat in discomfort, looking anywhere but at you. You took it as a sign to exit the conversation.Â
âIâll see you around then,â you offered, catching yourself when you overthought how you might have come across. âAt these Dior events, I mean,â Jaemin only nodded and you gave him a small smile as you turned, but he spoke up in a flurry of courage before you could walk away.Â
âWeâre looking for an opening act for the tour,â he blurted, his fist clenching at his side in embarrassment for what heâd said. You paused with your head down for a moment, hearing the offer he had subtly given, turning back to him with a fleeting grin.Â
âWell, I hope you find one,âÂ
You excused yourself first.Â
âââââââââââââââ
You never thought you would stoop this low. Youâd never wanted to find yourself in this position, sitting on your bed, staring down at your phone like an immature kid. Your finger was hovering over the follow button, Jaeminâs profile picture staring at you as if he was judging you, too.Â
You bit your lip, unnecessary stress filling you, and you went over the pros and cons.Â
Pros: He could follow you back.Â
Cons: He could not follow you back.Â
Okay, maybe this was immensely stupid. You grit your teeth, your eyes squinting as you winced, your finger tapping the screen as the blue bar turned white. The world seemed to stop for a moment, until you shut your phone off and pounced to the other side of the bed like it had burned you. You couldnât bear to look over at the device, groaning with regret.Â
He has millions of followers. Heâs never going to see yours. And even if he did, he might not even decide to follow you back! He only follows twenty two people. The odds did not seem to be in your favor.Â
Ding!
You reached your phone with alarming speed, the notification flooding your senses.Â
na.jaemin0813 followed you.Â
You screamed into your pillow. In private, of course. You hoped this entire experience would be forgotten by you so no one on the planet would know it had ever happened.Â
Somehow, just seconds after he followed you, you received an influx of followers who all seemed to come from his profile. You received likes and comments, too.Â
bobajaem08: new girlfriend?? O.o
          â hellofuture444: isnât she the one from the IFLTW mv?Â
          â heychan_: does that mean they still keep in touch?
          â fashion1sta: donât you know? theyâre both Dior ambassadors nowÂ
Ding!
DIOR brand ambassadors!
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Hello Futureâs Na Jaemin Has Recently Become a Part of the Dior Family, Alongside Old Friend Y/N.Â
Can you think of a timeline better than this? We sure canât. Na Jaemin, popular bassist from the global band Hello Future has recently been announced as a brand ambassador for Dior, alongside company favorite, Y/n.Â
Remember the hit It Felt Like the World? Well, that was when the pair first met! According to inside sources from the music videoâs production team, sparks were flying on the set all those years ago! Does this call for a rekindling between the now global mega-stars? Two single, attractive individuals⌠subscribe to our newsletter to get the latest news on celebrity love life! You might just receive breaking news on developments between the two.
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âOld friendâ? What a load of shit. You hadnât spoken to the guy for three years until that night, and there were already romance rumors flying about. You knew this was a part of being in the spotlight, but it still felt strange as you stared at the photo. (You two did look good together, though.)
You hadnât kept up with Jaeminâs love life since your falling out, so this was really the first time it was confirmed to you that he was single. Not that it meant anything to you. Right? Right.Â
A few hours later youâd gotten a call from your agent, something about how you were blowing up since the rumors started coming about.Â
âThis might be good for us,â she urged, despite knowing what had happened between the two of you. You and Sooyoung were very close, and sheâd been taking care of you for years. âYou should repost his story, spark some more conversation,âÂ
âWhat story?â you asked, pulling the phone away from your ear and clicking around to find his profile. Youâd gotten so many notifications in the last couple of hours that you must have skipped over this one. It was a photo of a Dior package he must have received as a gift from the company with some words down at the bottom.Â
So excited to be a part of such an amazing brand. Thank you @Dior and @Y/n for welcoming me into the family. <3
You were tagged in this story. Repost?Â
âYou can choose to do whatever you want, but it would be best if you let it be known to the public that you two are friends,â Sooyoung explained. You sighed in contemplation.Â
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âOkay, what about this? âFalling in and out of love and falling in againâ... Does that even make any sense?âÂ
Haechan and Renjun were going over some melodies and lyricsâJeno taking a nap in the cornerâwhile Jaemin was scrolling mindlessly on his phone.Â
âHey, lover boy, we need to finish the first verse. And seeing as you have some new inspirationâow!â Jaemin had thrown a chip right for Haechanâs head, the boy shooting him a deadly look but popping it into his mouth just to spite him.Â
Jaeminâs phone buzzed but he didnât glance at it yet, staring off into space as he went over the melody. He knew what he wanted to say through this song, and apparently it would be one he would receive many lines for. This was going to be, simply put, Jaeminâs song on the album. He got up and walked over to the two, grabbing the notebook and scrawling a couple lines.Â
âTil that night last summer, when you reappeared
Forgot how bad I wanted this.
Jaemin went back to his seat as Renjun read the lyrics out loud. They seemed more than satisfied.Â
âPerfection,â Jeno called from the ground, everyone ignoring his sudden outburst. When had he even woken up? Jaemin went onto his feed and clicked on what had notified him earlier.Â
@y/n reposted your story.Â
So excited to be working with you again.Â
<3.Â
Jaemin smiled. âHey, guys, I might have a couple more lines for you,âÂ
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âY/n! Y/n! How does it feel to be at the BT Music Awards?â
âIs this your first time presenting an award?â
âY/n! Hello Future is in your category! Do you think they will win?âÂ
The cameras were blinding as you were being ushered into the back of the building, several guards escorting you toward the set. The award show was already underway, and you were notified to make your way backstage so you could prepare for the category you would be presenting.Â
BT Music Awards was one of, if not the most anticipated show in the award season of music. Everyone who was anyone attended the event, and you had surprisingly and excitingly been invited as one of the MCâs for one of the biggest awards of the night. A famous soloist was performing while you exited, giving you enough time to enter through the back.Â
âHere are your cue cards, oh, and please take the envelope. Do not open it until you are announcing the winner, and make sure to pause before reading it to create anticipation. The trophy will be on the pedestal when you get there, so just hand it to the winner when they come up onto the stage,âÂ
There were hundreds of people bustling around behind the stage, talking into ear pieces and rushing to get things to run smoothly. A man handed you your script and led you through the chaos until you reached a small flight of stairs where you could reach up and nearly touch the screen serving as a backdrop on the stage. The music was blaringly loud but the song being performed was quite catchy, yet all of it was tuned out as you wiped your sweaty palms on your dress.Â
âDonât be nervous,â the man assured you as he began to walk away, likely tasked with another job that he didnât have the time to wait there with you. âYouâll do great,â
All you could give him was a sheepish smile as the song ended and the performer began to head off stage, waving to the audience as the commercial break started.Â
âKira is off-stage, I repeat, Kira is off-stage,âÂ
âWow,â the girl panted, fanning her face as crew members swarmed her, taking the microphone and such. You stood awkwardly on the side, trying to avoid eye contact. To no avail. She squealed and you glanced toward her, suddenly alarmed as she was walking toward you.Â
âHello! Are you presenting the final award? That is so exciting!â she was much prettier up close, you thought, and she bowed to you as Kira introduced herself. âI have to admit, Iâve always wanted to meet you. I just think youâre so talented, and gorgeous, too,â
âUh, thank you! That was an amazing performance,â you replied, giving her a small smile. Why did she have to be so nice?Â
âWell, I messed up a couple notes, so Iâm sure thereâll be some people ridiculing me online. What can you do, right? Oh! The break is over. Good luck!âÂ
And with that, she disappeared down the hallway, and you were alone once again. A woman gestured for you to walk out, and you took a deep breath knowing you had no other choice.Â
You put on a smile and waved out into the black void as you strutted along the enormous stage, and you could barely see anyone but the celebrity section from your spot in the center. Your hands were shaking slightly as you handled the cards, moving the microphone downwards so you could reach it properly. You read your script word for word.Â
âWhat a long night it has been, and the academy would like to thank everyone for being here with us tonight. Now, I know everyone is waiting for the big prize to be awarded, so letâs see the nominees for Artist of the Year,âÂ
You were instructed to pause, and the production team would play the prerecorded video of all the artists in the category. You switched to the envelope, holding it there and waiting for the final moment.Â
âNominees for the Artist of the Year award. TYâŚâ Every time a new artist was announced, the crowd would cheer. The list was full of star-studded musicians, but you waited with anticipation for your secret, personal favorite. â...Hello Future,âÂ
The video shut off and the cameras went back to you, and you slowly opened the envelope as the entire arena seemed to fall silent. The name was tucked into the card and you had to slide it out to read it, and your heart skipped a beat as you smiled.Â
âAnd the winner of the Artist of the Year award is,â you paused, looking directly into the camera as you felt a rush of pride flow through you. âHello Future!âÂ
Immediately the crowd fell into an uproar of cheers and applause as music was played and confetti began to fall from above. You almost forgot to grab the trophy with all the mayhem, and the cameras panned to the four boys from their seats near the front of the stage. You watched as they moved into a group hug with excited and shocked expressions, celebrating with one another as they finally made their way up to you.Â
And of course, the other three stepped behind as Jaemin came to you first, taking the trophy from you with a beaming smile. He faced away from the audience as he did, winking at you as his hands lingered on yours for only a second. You forced yourself not to react on live television, walking to the side as they began their acceptance speech.Â
They thanked many people from their company and their fans, talked about their hardships and how theyâve managed to make it this far. They took turns speaking and Haechan looked like he might have been crying.Â
âAnd, weâd like to thank our dear friend, Y/n, for presenting this award to us. Sheâs one of the few people who have been with us since the beginning. With that, weâd like to thank everyone who had never doubted us, and weâll continue to work hard for all of you. Thank you again,â Jeno finished, and the music returned as you motioned for them to follow you off the stage. Renjun sped up to walk beside you as you gave him a small side hug, congratulating him with a warm grin. The back of the stage was much less busy now that the show had finished, and the man from before had returned.Â
âSee? I told you it would work out,â he said, taking the cards from you. You glanced over his name tag with fleeting interest. Announcement Director, Kim Doyoung.Â
âAll thanks to you guys behind the scenes,â you replied with a smile, catching your breath after that intense, amazing moment. You turned to the rest of the boys and gave them your congratulations, but Doyoung tapped you lightly on the arm. He was listening to someone on his earpiece, beckoning for you to follow him down the hall.Â
âYouâll be waiting in this room while the staff prepares the press walk. Sorry, we were going to escort you back to your seat, but there are no guards available at the moment,âÂ
âI can escort you,â someone called, Jaemin casually trailing behind the two of you. Doyoung gave him a polite smile as you inched away.Â
âOf course, but unfortunately you qualify as âguardedâ, not âguardâ. If youâd like, you and your bandmates are welcome to wait in a room as well,â Doyoung opened the door to your room, shutting it behind you. You couldnât hear the rest of the conversation, but you walked over to the small vanity to gather yourself. The dark rumble of the audience was so loud you could hear it from backstage, light pop beats bleeding through the cracks under the door. The atmosphere was so silently loud that you hadnât heard anyone enter.Â
âWhat a night,âÂ
You whipped around, surprised yet unsurprised to see Jaemin standing in your doorway, letting the door swing shut on its own. He had taken off his suit jacket and abandoned it in another room, his jarring silver undershirt unbuttoned several times down. You didnât know how to reply to his comment, so he continued.Â
âYou look beautiful tonight,â he offered. He was opening himself up to you just by approaching you, you thought. You wouldnât doubt that it took some courage to continue to stand before you like this, time and time again.Â
âThank you, Jaemin,â you replied. Your manicured nails were soothingly sharp as you scratched at your palm nervously. His gaze was lethal as he scanned every inch of you.Â
âCould I ask you a question?â he blurted, but even in his moment of panic, he was calm. The air in the room suddenly filled with tension and anticipation. âBut I have to warn you, itâs pretty introspective, so I guess you donât have to answer if you donât want to,âÂ
You didnât know where any of this was going, and his foreshadowing was concerning. Youâd never seen Jaemin like this, and that made you vulnerable to his unpredictability. But, you would never be able to help yourself, so you nodded.Â
âDo you think,â he paused, hesitating. âDo you think that people can come back from anything?âÂ
You studied him. âWhat do you mean by that?â He seemed reluctant to explain himself, as if he worded the question vaguely on purpose.Â
âLike, letâs say someone did something fucked up, and they want to redeem themself. Is it too⌠optimistic to believe that itâs possible?â Jaemin had traveled further away from the door as the conversation played out, close enough for you to reach him if you extended your arm forwards.Â
âI never thought that I would be one to say that things are impossible,â you began. You were going to entertain his worries and regrets, if only to reach into his closed off mind. âBut Iâve learned that sometimes you have to stop expecting from other people that things will ever change,âÂ
âHm,â he hummed, absorbing your answer. He moved just a little closer, his eyes cast down to his shuffling feet. Mentally slapping himself, he forced his eyes up to meet yours. âAnd, well, what might you expect from me?âÂ
Your answer came faster than either of you expected. âI donât know, Jaemin. I just donât know you anymore, and I donât think I ever did,âÂ
Jaemin was silent for a moment, and in a moment of impulse, he turned on his heels and walked away. Your eyes were blurry as you watched his quick strides towards the door, and he swung it open so harshly that you even watched him turn to his left down the hallway. The room was quiet once again, and you slowly made your way to the open entrance so you could close it. For good this time.Â
But when the door was only inches from being closed, you were forced backwards as it was pushed open by a pair of frantic hands. You were turned around and pressed against the cool metal, your back erupting in chills as Jaemin caged you in with his panting body. He stared into your eyes for only a few measly seconds before crashing his lips into yours.Â
He was pushing and prodding against your mouth and your body as he sought to be as close to you as possible. His cold fingers held your face still for him to seek comfort in your reciprocation, and he got what he had wanted. No matter what you said, and no matter what your brain told you to say, you would always kiss him back.Â
You were both short on breath but wouldnât dare to stop, moaning and grunting into each other as your hips couldnât escape the proximity. His body was pressed flat against yours, and he reached down to grab your hips as you draped your arms around his neck. He seemed to enjoy how you pulled at his hair. Â
Using his hold on you, Jaemin led your bodies further into the room and sat himself on a chair, instinctively pulling you on top of him. Your short dress rode up as you straddled his hips, and you shuddered as his hands met the skin of your thighs. Hesitantly, you reached up and unbuttoned his shirt a few times down, running your fingers over his chest. He was breathing heavily now, chasing your lips in desperation. You moved together easily, messily.Â
He pulled back slightly, both your eyes still closed, and he whispered against your lips for a moment. âY/n,â
You snapped out of your trance the moment you heard him call out to you. Suddenly, the reality of the situation crashed down on you, and you hopped off of him in a rush to escape. Jaemin shouldâve been, but he wasnât surprised as he watched you, slumped back against the seat with his legs spread, his chest heaving as his breath fanned the messy strands of hair falling over his face.Â
âIâI donât,â It took a while for you to gather your thoughts, and he seemed to wait impatiently, hanging onto every word. âI donât want to keep playing this game,âÂ
And just like that, Jaemin became a stranger once again. He stood up and fixed his shirt, his eyes glazing back over in a flash of recomposure. You knew you ruined something in him, but you had to do it to save yourself.Â
âThis isnât a game, Y/n. Donât you realize that? Iâm not playing with you,âÂ
He walked over to the vanity, and you watched as Jaemin leaned down to see himself in the mirror, brushing a hand through his hair and wiping the red tint staining his lips.Â
âBut if I wanted to be with you, I would. And Iâm not,â he finally replied. Your chest began to deflate. In your flurry of heartbreak, a new feeling emerged. One youâd never felt for the man in front of you before.Â
Jaemin turned to you as your heels hit the ground harshly, walking up to him with determination. âYou know, Jaemin, itâs okay if you donât want me,â His face was a mix of masked confusion as you spoke with an eerie sense of calmness. âBut you canât keep reminding me of it. You donât seem to realize what that can do to a person. To me,âÂ
At that point, tears were falling down your face, and you knew that was your cue. You didnât want Jaemin to see you cry for him. He didnât deserve it. You were angry, furious, and you knew it would only fester into a ball of flames if you didnât get away from his hell.Â
âGet the fuck out,â you whispered, turning away from him. You heard him hesitate, you convinced yourself he hadnât touched your arm in comfort, and you didnât look back when his fingers dropped from your skin and the door finally closed shut.Â
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âWhat are you even talking about, man? You know we canât do that,â
âAnd why the fuck not?â Jaemin huffed, his fingers dancing anxiously on the bottle of alcohol sitting in front of him, the glass turned warm from how long he had been draped over the kitchen counter in defeat.Â
âTheyâre our lifeline, you know. We wouldnât be here if it werenât for them,â Renjun argued, his head in his hands as he tried to figure out how to mend this situation. âYou just need to calm down and get yourself together, alright?â
âDonât you think Iâve been trying? Theyâre corrupt, Renjun. We canât keep letting them do this shit,âÂ
âMaybe we need to find an alternative, though,â Jeno reasoned, much calmer than the boy beside him. Haechan had been silent since Jaeminâs proposal, and it was worrisome for the other three. Haechan always had something to say.
âJust think about it,â Jaemin pleaded. He had never been so set on anything in his life. âThink about all the shit weâve had to deal with over the years. Weâve been little chess pieces for them to control,âÂ
âThatâs life, Jaemin. We signed up for this,â Renjun huffed, but his resolve was wavering. There was a point to be made even if Jaemin was being irrational. âAnd donât get me wrong, we all know what theyâve put you through. Iâm not saying it isnât fucked up, but what other choice do we have? I just feel sorry that it always seems to be you,âÂ
The room fell silent, their usually bustling apartment reaching a point of uncomfortable stillness. And then, Haechan finally spoke up. âIâm with Jaem,âÂ
The other three turned to the boy in surprise, but Haechanâs gaze had a look of unwavering determination as he stared out the window.Â
âIn the end, it will always come down to the four of us. If weâre as good as I thinkâas I know we are, we wonât ever need anything more than that. We donât need anyone else,âÂ
Okay, so maybe Jeno was easily swayed. Renjun required a bit more convincing, but in the end, he would never be able to deny his friendsâ happiness. They were his family.Â
âI really wanted to go on tour,â he mumbled quietly, and he regretted it once Haechan attacked him with mock sympathy, petting his head like a child.Â
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Breaking Headline: Band Hello Future Has Just Terminated All Relations with their Long-Time Label with Unannounced Social Media Post: âOur TruthâÂ
Every artistâs worst fear is being dropped by their label, so what point must they reach to leave on their own volition? Jaws are to the floor as the world finds out that members Renjun, Haechan, Jeno and Jaemin collectively decided to cut all ties with their record label [Star Music]. In a social media post released at midnight, the members revealed some haunting truths about alleged corruption and forced defamation tactics going on within the company, done in hopes to garner popularity.Â
In the post, divided between the four, most are talking about member Jaeminâs take on the situation. Itâs being rumored that his experience is what sparked the decision.Â
âIâve been made a liar and a playboyâ he said, and many fans are speculating that many of his public endeavors were a scheme. A report made by their own private staff members revealed that various news and media sites were being paid by the company to release false statements on various dating and romantic âscandalsâ about the bassist. We were fooled, dear fans.Â
What will this mean for the four boys? Star Music has yet to make a statement on the situation, but there have been no legal actions being taken as of now. The band has avoided any legal obligations to stay within the company, but will they face trouble with their upcoming album? Their company-funded tour has been canceled, but all across the world, fans are speaking up to support their favs for standing up for themselves. Will this be a monumental step for the music industry? Only time will tell.Â
Notice: highly anticipated Hello Future album: âSky on Fireâ is still set to release this Saturday. The band has just announced that they will be performing its title track: âSleeplessâ for the premiere, live on all streaming platforms. Make sure to tune in!
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Recipient,
You have received an invitation to attend the Sky on Fire Album launch on Saturday, at 8:00 p.m.Â
We would like to personally thank you, for if you are receiving this, you are an integral part of our journey up to this point. From the four of us, weâd like to share this moment of growth with you all. We hope you can make it.Â
With love,
Hello Future
Y/n Y/l/n,
Seat 4, Row AÂ
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âThis is a big night, people! I am standing just outside the venue for the Hello Future album launch, and it is bustling with all the starsâ closest friends, family, and fellow celebrities! Weâve seen Lee Taeyong, duo-group EXO-SC, actors Jung Jaehyun and Dong Sicheng, and more! Oh, hold on. Someone must be coming! Can you hear me over these cheers?âÂ
âThe large crowd of fans hoping to catch a glimpse of the star-studded guest list are going crazy right now. Who could be the next face we seeâ? Oh, of course! And here at the venue, we have the bandâs long time friend Y/n! Oh, I love her outfit,âÂ
You mustâve been one of the last people to arrive, the entry strip completely empty as you stepped out of the car. There were barricades on either side to make sure the guests could head inside briskly, the typical flash of the cameras capturing you as you waved around at the crowd. You handed the man in the front your invitation as another woman came to escort you to your seat, and the rest of the audience was just about seated as you strolled past them, smiling to a few familiar faces. You became increasingly more anxious the further down you walked, growing nervous when you realized you were assigned to sit in the first row of chairs. You thanked your hostess and took your seat, the lights dimming as a flurry of camera operators took their places.Â
Maybe it was curiosity that brought you here, or maybe it was closure. There was nothing you could refuse when it came to him.Â
The stage was pitch black as you heard footsteps enter, and in just a few moments of preparation, the stream was live and the lights came on to reveal the four boys stationed with their instruments.Â
[a/n, please get your music apps out and play âA Concert Six Months From Nowâ by Finneas]Â
Tap, tap, tap, tap.Â
Haechan began the first verse, and he was smiling in a way that was nostalgic. You realized that seeing them on stage like this brought you back to that party all those years ago. Back when none of you had a name for yourselves yet, and you hadn't wrapped yourself up in the man approaching his microphone.Â
âIf I could see the future, I never would believe her,âÂ
Jaemin seemed to be scanning the crowd, but he stopped short as he glanced at the cameras and tried to sell a smile.Â
âFalling in and out of love and falling in again,
We were never any good at being friends,âÂ
You shifted in your seat, feeling the lyrics slice through you. In that small, pathetic part of you, you hoped your face flashed in his mind when they were written, and every single time heâd ever had to sing them like he was now.Â
You were the only thing on Jaeminâs mind, actually, but he was just trying to find you. Now that the cameras were on Haechan, he could search through the audience once again. He spent eight long counts darting his eyes around desperately, and then it was time for him to sing again, and then the instruments picked up and the music got louder, and it was all just in time for his eyes to lock onto yours.Â
âIâve been thinking too much and itâs ruined my nights,
But itâs hard when it isnât, to let yourself slide
And my heart doesnât slow down when you kill the lights,
I never learned to call it quits.âÂ
There he was, and there you were.Â
The lights were flashing to match the rawness of the music and the chords were harsh as the band played like they were leaving their hearts on the stage. You were getting a sensory and emotional overload, pushing down the tears in your eyes. He was singing to you now that he could reach your eyes. Heâd found you.Â
Renjunâs voice drowned out as the two of you watched each other, lost in whatever world you were in. Jaeminâs fingers played from muscle memory as his mind got strung up in you. His face reached the microphone one last time, saying everything heâd ever wanted to say in the only way he knew how.Â
âIâll go hungry and crazy and honest for you
I donât always get angry but Iâm promising to
If itâs all that you want then itâs all that I can do.Â
Desire never made any sense,âÂ
He looked away for a moment, too overwhelmed by the tears falling down your face. Jaemin found out for the first time, not too long ago, that you had the power to break him. More than anyone else ever could.Â
âIâll wait for years but I wonât wait alone,
And someday youâll wait for my face on your phone
And Iâll call and Iâll say I think you should come home,
âCause Iâm tired of being your ex,âÂ
The song faded to a close, but the intimate moment between you two did not. Jeno thanked everyone for coming and the fans for tuning in, but Jaemin released his guitar to slump down his body as he stepped away from the mic like he had been released from a spell. The audience stood to their feet, and you were obligated to stand as you clapped mindlessly.Â
âGoodnight everyone!â
The crowd immediately erupted into conversation, many friends greeting one another, but you were trying to find your escape. This wasnât the closure you needed, and you knew you were only going to fall deeper into this hole if you didnât leave. Rounding the corner, you rushed down the aisle and made a break for the door.Â
Outside, it was empty. Everyone had cleared out as the clouds gathered and the raindrops pummeled the pavement below. You cursed, out loud, your clothes drenched in a matter of seconds. You were going to make a break for the awning down the side of the building, nearly slipping in your wet heels. You let out a yelp, but in perfectly tragic timing, Jaemin lurched forward and caught you by the waist. The first thing you identified was his scent, his clothes bathed in rainwater while still managing to smell strongly of him. The tears fell faster and you attempted to rip your body away.Â
âHey, I got you. Itâs okay,âÂ
âItâs not okay,â you sobbed. You hit your fist weakly against his chest, refusing to meet his eyes as you struggled. âIt was never okay. You canât just do this Jaemin. You canât stand up there and act likeâlike I mean something to you,âÂ
âI know,â he whispered, cradling your body in the cold. âI know, and Iâm sorry,âÂ
âYouâre sorry?â you cried. You finally pushed yourself away from him, fuming in your sad, pitiful appearance. He was in front of you, soaked to the bone, but he didnât move an inch. It was time for him to face everything he wanted to turn away from.Â
âYou can go,â You pressed your finger to his chest. âAnd stick your apology,â You walked forward as he took steps back. âUp your fucking ass,âÂ
âYou donât mean that,â he murmured, taking your shaking hand in both of his. He was always so warm. âLet me fix this. Let me fix us,âÂ
âYou were the one who broke it,â you concluded, staggering back, cradling your hand. Walk away, walk away, walk away.Â
âIt was all a lie,â he called, and you froze in your steps. You didnât turn, but he continued regardless.Â
âI was never with her. I lied, and I did it to save my own fucking career. Even if it meant ending what we had before we could even start,â his voice was shaking, you noticed. âOur manager pulled me into the conference room one day, saying I had no choices left. We were emerging onto the music scene, and it was the perfect time to make a move; to create a headline people would pay attention to. They made me lie to everyone, Y/n. Even myself,â
You turned to look at him, his words racing through your mind. He wouldnât look away anymore. Jaemin wasnât afraid.Â
âI should have saved us. Iâll never get to know how complete you would have made me, but I think about it all the time. We couldâve been something. You couldâve been everything to me,âÂ
âYou couldnât save me, but now you canât let me go. What do you want from me, Jaemin?âÂ
The rain was beginning to settle, and there was more water dripping from your clothes than the sky, but there was a storm brewing. You could both feel it.Â
âI want you to give me a second chance. I want you to learn to love me like I want to learn to love you,âÂ
You had been so sure that you were done with him, but you didnât know if you could walk away like this. No, you thought. You had to remember the pain and the confusion even if it hurt, because you couldnât betray the girl who wanted to be happy again, free of his shackles.Â
You laughed like this was all one big joke. Jaemin watched you sadly, but with the sliver of hope he still had left. You knew it would shatter, but you wouldnât be apologetic anymore.Â
âLook at what we became, Jaemin. Weâre no good for each other,âÂ
You barely heard him out, but now you were leaving.
âIâll wait for you,â he called. âYou donât have to come back to me, but Iâll wait for you, Everyday,âÂ
You smiled. âI know you will, Jaem,âÂ
And it was true. You were unforgettable.Â
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