#mjaemin

“are we flirting right now?”

a mischievous grin adorns the face of lovestruck!jaemin as you scoff.

“i’m literally just cleaning up this wound you got from accepting another one of those stupid dares. now sit still so i can do my job.”

“that doesn’t answer my question,” jaemin chuckles lightly, trying and failing to conceal the wince of pain leaving his body. you look up at him with a concerned frown, the worry in your eyes making his heart beat a thousand times faster.

“sorry, does it hurt a lot?” you ask, trying to dab more carefully around the injury on his knee.

jaemin doesn’t reply, too preoccupied with staring at you with loving eyes, admiring the simple beauty in your features; from the scrunch between your eyebrows as you focus intensely on patching him up to the shape of your cupid’s bow and the tint of your chapped lips.

“jaemin? everything okay?”

he snaps his eyes up to meet yours, his skin growing hotter and his heart beating impossibly faster seeing you study him. he gives a quick nod and you frown, not convinced in the slightest.

“are you sure? you don’t look so well,” you say, gently placing your hand around his wrist, feeling his pulse.

“your pulse is very fast, do you need to lie down?”

jaemin simply shakes his head and looks fondly at you once again. the featherlight grasp you have on his wrist not leaving his mind once, he finally opens his mouth to give a proper response.

"i can't do this, it hurts so badly."

you sigh, sending the tattoo artist the universal look of 'give me a second to sort this out'. as the buzzing sound of the needle subdues, you turn your eyes to boyfriend!jaemin who is currently sitting on a black leather chair in the brightly lit tattoo shop, a panic-ridden expression on his almost translucent face.

you fight back the urge to smile or giggle at the boy and his nervous antics, opting instead to taking his hand in both of yours.

"jaemin," you begin, smiling up at him, "you know the needle hasn't even touched your skin yet, right?"

a small pout forms on his face and you once again have to fight the urge to dote on him, this time wanting to pinch his cheeks which so happen to sport a crimson blush at your words.

"i know..." he grumbles, looking down on his hand that you're calmly rubbing circles on with your left thumb. "but the noise was scary."

at this you allow a giggle to escape your lips, placing a chaste kiss to his forehead.

"you don't have to do this, you know." freeing one of your hands from his grasp to tilt his chin up, you look into his eyes with a reassuring smile.

"but i want to!! you know how long i've wanted to get a tattoo," jaemin pouts, adding a dramatic sigh to his statement.

"alright then, you big baby," you joke lightly, "in that case, how about a kiss for good luck?"

his face immediately lights up at your suggestion, back straightening confidently and a big smile adorning his face.