Spending your break in a cabin with Jaemin and his friends was way more chaotic than you thought it would be.
OR | “I don’t want you to make snow angels with anyone else.”
PAIRING | bestfriend!jaemin x college student!reader
GENRE | fluff, romance, suggestive/ friends to lovers + pining + bed sharing + holiday au
LENGTH | 10.05k words
WARNINGS | mentions of frat parties and being tipsy, Jaemin and reader being interrupted multiple times, oblivious young adults, cuddling, snow angels, and a love confession
AUTHOR’S NOTE | i haven’t written in a while, but finally was able to sit down and write this :) it ended up being way longer than i thought, but oh well. anyways, hope you guys enjoy!
𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞.
Letting out a grunt as you attempt to push down on your suitcase to close it, you contemplate if the number of clothes you were taking was reasonable; you had about the same amount of clothes that it would take to have three new outfits in one day. However, it didn’t matter much as you finally manage to zip the suitcase, and it especially didn’t matter any longer when your ride was knocking out your door.
Yelling out a quick “coming!” to the person waiting on the other side, you attempt to maneuver around the bags, your suitcase, and outfits that covered your dorm floor, outfits that hadn’t made the cut. Making it to the door had been a miracle in your mind, even though you were pretty sure you had broken at least two clothing hangers by stepping on them.
Once you reach the living room, the knocking on the door becomes louder and louder as you approach, making you shake your head at the person you knew was behind the door. And before you could even get on to him for making loud noises once you opened the door, he beat you with a greeting instead.
“Hey, you.”
“You know,” you say, pulling your friend in by the arm, “you’re going to have to make it up to me for banging so loud on the door, you gave me a headache.”
Jaemin gives you a knowing smile before reaching out to cup your cheeks and speaking to you in a childish tone. “I’m sorry, what can I do for you?”
Swatting his hands away from your face, you think about his question for a second before you move back to your room to grab and dump all your bags in front of him.
“Carry these to the car.” You lean against the door frame, pointing at them so he would know exactly what he would be carrying.
“You wish,” he says, walking up to your suitcase. “I’m taking this and putting it in the trunk, you can take the bags.” But, you and Jaemin knew that wasn’t going to happen. You would rather have it go your way instead of the way he wanted it.
“But,” you begin to speak, making him look away from you as you put on dewy eyes, “they’re too heaving.”
Jaemin knew that you knew exactly what you were doing and after scoffing at your facial expressions, he pops up your suitcase's handle and grabs one of your two bags that were on the floor, hanging it from his shoulder. Feeling victorious, you grab the remaining bag and make your way towards the door.
“Hey, loser. Don’t forget your keys this time.”
Jaemin knew that if no one reminds you to grab your keys, you might as well be wishing to spend a night sleeping on your welcoming mat when you got back (although he would never let that happen). So, with his reminder in mind, you grab the keys off the kitchen counter and wait for him to walk out of your dorm before making your way to the elevator. The both of you walk side to side as you make your way and you ask a question after pressing the down button.
“How long is the car ride?”
“I don’t know,” Jaemin says. “Chenle wouldn’t tell anyone, he said it was more fun that way. He couldn’t convince Renjun to come though. He said he had better things to do. But, he convinced Jisung to come with us, well more like forced.”
The elevator comes to your floor and opens in front of both of you. You chuckle as you walk in. You didn’t expect any less from Chenle, a boy who loved the element of surprise.
“Renjun’s a smart man.”
Jaemin takes a step forward to press the lobby button on the control panel and on his wrist you see the purple beaded bracelet you had made for him during the summer, making you smile as you admire his side profile. Not noticing your gaze, he moves to be next to you as the both of you listen to the cheesy Christmas jingle playing over your heads.
“Nice bracelet,” you tease, bumping his side.
Jaemin looks at you with testing eyes, knowing exactly what to say next.
“Nice socks.”
You couldn’t exactly remember what socks you had put on this morning, making you look down at your feet you see your red, white, candy cane inspired socks peeking out of your sweatpants.
“Thanks, picked them out myself.”
Walking out of the elevator and then towards the outside, the self-opening doors blew a gush of cold air at the both. You shiver at the breeze. Jaemin, noticing, entwines his free hand into yours and shoves it into his jacket. Secretly, the gesture warms your face, yet you find yourself not saying anything. You especially couldn’t find what to say after hearing the voice of someone yell out to the both of you.
“And the boyfriend of the year award goes to Na Jaemin!”
You look over to see none other than Zhong Chenle who is leaning against Jeno’s car, looking over at you and Jaemin, and raising his eyebrows when he sees Jaemin’s occupied pocket.
“Finally! It’s been like 2 years, Jaemin! And you finally made a mo-”
Before Chenle could even finish his sentence, you see Jeno come up behind him and cover his mouth. He moves him out the way and pushes him into the car, before looking at you and Jaemin and giving you two a small wave.
“Hi, Y/N.”
You offer him a small, shy smile after witnessing the scene in front of you.
“Hi, Jeno.”
Jeno does the same thing Chenle had done and looks at you and Jaemin’s hands, except he decides to stay quiet, with Jaemin being eternally grateful.
𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜.
“Chenle just sent me the address,” Jaemin says, clicking on his phone to text the rest of the group. “Guess how far away it is.”
Rubbing your hands together in an attempt to warm yourself as Jaemin reaches out to turn on the heater, you look over at Jaemin to return the question.
“How long?”
“I told you to guess.”
“You suck,” you huff, looking over at him and smiling when you see him trying to keep a straight face.
“One hour?”
“Nope.”
“Two?”
“No.”
“Two and a half?”
“Nu-uh.”
“Jaemin!”
The question is left unanswered until he finishes typing on his phone, turning towards you and placing his hand out towards you, making you instinctively entwine his fingers with his.
“It’s three hours.”
“Three hours in the same car as you? I’ll pass.”
“Excuse me,” Jaemin says, pulling his hand away from yours, “last time I checked, I was the one who carried all your stuff to the car and you’re the one who couldn’t stand being in the same car as Chenle. So, you’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”
“Whatever,” you huff with a smile secretly on your face. “You’re lucky I like you.”
Jaemin shakes his head at you, putting the car in reverse as he hears Jeno honk his car, the signal that they were about to start driving. He steps on the accelerator and turns the wheel in one swift motion to guide the car out of the spot it was in, making you tighten your hands around your seatbelt as your body moves to the right.
“I hate that you pull out like that.” You look over at Jaemin to see him smirking, making you raise your hand to shove his shoulder.
“Careful! I’m driving.”
“Drive more carefully!” You rummage through his console area. “I swear, I will never understand how you got your license with those turns you make.”
“What are you looking for?”
“The aux cord,” You say, nonchalantly. “You know you have a lot of coffee shop receipts, they’re just thrown here like tras-”
“You’re not getting the aux cord.”
In shock at Jaemin’s words, you gape your mouth at him before scoffing. “Excuse me?”
“You never put on any good music when I let you have the aux cord!”
“I can’t believe this,” you say. “You’re finally rebelling, two years of friendship and you’ve had enough of me.” Pressing your palm to your heart in fake sadness, you close one eye to see Jaemin reaching out for the now revealed aux cord, causing you to move quicker than him to successfully grab it. “Keep your eyes on the road, Min.”
Jaemin had never found the courage to tell you this, but the nickname you had given weeks prior was still something he could not get over. He found it endearing that you had given him the name during one of your movie nights; it had left your mouth so effortlessly like it had made just for you to say.
Plugging the cord into your phone, you scroll through your shared playlist with Jaemin and click a random song to play. You ignore his protest to change the song, scrolling through your timeline and singing along to the lyrics. Another 30 seconds go by before you hear the music shut off. You scoff when you see Jaemin’s eyes drift from his phone to the road as he tries to connect to the Bluetooth of his car.
“This is how people die, Jaemin. Stop trying to play music and look at the road.”
It takes another 10 seconds for Jaemin to connect, play a different song, and put his phone. You decide to stop distracting him with arguing about who got to play music, so you push your seat back and continuously sigh loudly for a good minute. Jaemin could hear you clearly from the driver seat, but he knew better than to give in to what you wanted. However, when you start to reach your arm out and shove his shoulder every time you sighed, he decides to grab his phone and toss it onto your lap.
“You better not play any Christmas music.”
After, the car ride was then full of either you and Jaemin yelling lyrics together, you asking for bathroom breaks, or scolding Jaemin’s careless driving. Either way, the ride wasn’t as long and dreadful as you thought it would be, mostly since Jaemin had given you the aux cord privilege almost the entire ride there.
You are now about two hours into the car ride when Jeno takes a turn into a rest stop, making both you and Jaemin look at each other in confusement. You both remain silent as Jaemin turns and parks in the empty spot next to Jeno. In seconds, Jeno’s back seat doors swing open and two boys run into the main building’s front door. Figuring out why Jeno had turned into the rest stop, you eye the building’s windows to see the outline of vending machines before clicking off your seatbelt and running into the building. Jaemin decided not to question, instead, he leaves his seat and leans against his car to talk to Jeno.
Swinging the doors open, you walk over to the vending machines, bending at the waist to see inside. When you begin to eye the chips, you reach into your pocket for your wallet only to feel your coat pocket empty. Desperately, you press the change button in hopes of it spitting money, not surprised when nothing comes out. So, realizing you had only one choice left, you run back to the car and stand quietly next to Jaemin, your hands cupped in front of you as you look at him. He eyes your hands suspiciously, eyes becoming smaller as a sign of confusion. It wasn’t until his eyes went back to normal and his lips became pursed that you knew that he had understood what you were implying. His hand reaches into his pocket to pull out his wallet, placing a $5 bill in your hand before shooing you off with his hand. You turn around before he can even say anything, knowing exactly what you were going to buy. The silent interaction makes Jeno chuckle before he continues his conversation with his friend.
How could two people be so oblivious?
By the time Chenle and Jisung had made their ways out of the bathroom, you were already pressing buttons quickly on the vending machine. Feeling a prickling feeling on the back of your neck, you turn around to see both of them, waving before turning back to the machine. Chenle skips to meet you, standing next to you as you put your hand into the flap to get your snacks out.
“Y/N! You should get me some food!”
“I can’t, Chenle,” you say, pinching his cheek. “I spent all the money given to me.”
“Given?” Chenle questions your wording, letting out a sound when he comes to a conclusion. “Of course! Jaemin gave you money, didn’t he? You know, I’ve known him way longer than you have and he has never even given me a dolla-”
“How did you even know it was him?” You raise an eyebrow at Chenle. “For all you know, Jeno could have given it to me.”
“Y/N,” Chenle says, putting his hands on your shoulders and drooping his head to the side, “I’m not an idiot, that’s why.”
Before you can even sass him back, Jisung is pulling the two of you away from the vending machines in an attempt to keep you all moving. From behind him, you and Chenle continue to bicker, not wanting to put the argument down as you struggle to keep your snacks from falling out of your hands. The bickering doesn’t stop even when you make it to the cars, making Jaemin grab you by the arm to put you in the car.
You let the snacks fall into your lap. Rummaging through them, you grab the bag you had gotten for Jaemin and hand it to him with a smile.
“For you.”
Jaemin gratefully takes the bag and opens the bag almost instantly, grabbing a single chip before placing the bag into the console. Once on the road, Jaemin opens his mouth and makes an ‘ah’ noise, signaling to you that you needed to feed him. Grabbing the bag, you feed him more chips and listen to the music playing in the background, freezing when Jaemin grabs your hand and places it on his cheek.
“Your hand is cold,” Jaemin says, hooking his fingers with yours and placing them on your lap. You had always admired how Jaemin had been able to do this kind of action with no shame, yet it still made you nervous how easy it came to him. Turning away so that he couldn’t see the shyness in your face, you hope the car ride won’t be much longer as you decide to close your eyes for the remaining hour. And it wasn’t until you felt someone shake you that you jumped and almost hit your head on the roof of the car.
“Jaemin, what the heck?”
Jaemin, at your question, stops shaking you, resorting to pulling your arm to get you out of the car instead. Confused and still half asleep, you grab onto the seat to stop him from pulling you. It wasn’t until you saw the cabin in front of you that you let him pull you out of the car.
The wooden building that you had been waiting to visit for weeks stood in your vision, its roof and ledges covered in snow. The rumble from the other cars pulling up makes you shake off your after nap daze as you hug yourself to get rid of the cold.
You could hear music booming from inside the incoming car and you shake your head in amusement as you see the figures of Chenle and Jisung yelling in the backseats. The duo reminds you that Jeno definitely deserves a trophy for spending three hours in the same car as them. Then, another car pulls into the cabin’s area next to Jeno’s, the passenger seat opening up first that was then followed by the sound of snow crunching under the person’s feet. And in a few seconds, you see your friend, Ryujin, standing a few feet away from you.
Not even taking a moment to say hello to the other boys, the both of you aggressively wave at each other in recognition as Ryujin runs over to you, pulling you away from Jaemin and placing you into the car she had come in.
“Tell me,” she says as she grabs both of your hands and looks at you impatiently.
You turn your head to look in the rear view mirror to see the eyes of Yeji staring back at you, moving her eyebrows up and down as she also gives you a look similar to the girl holding your hands.
“What are you going on about?” you ask, looking between the both of them.
“You ditched our car ride,” Ryujin says, pointing between Yeji and herself, “to ride with Jaemin. So, did you make a move or what?”
You widen your eyes slightly at the question before crossing your arms, taken back by the bizarre question.
“I will have the both of you know,” you point out, mimicking the same finger movements as Ryujin, “that Jaemin is my friend. I don’t know where you’re getting these ideas from.”
A gasp leaves both of the girls' mouths unanimously, making you feel as if they had scripted the entire scene happening in front of you.
“So are did you forget that you and him were literally mak-”
Before Ryujin could even finish her question, you cover her mouth with your hands, knowing exactly what memory she was trying to bring back. You pull your hands back when she pulls back as well, raising her hands in surrender as a signal she would drop the conversation.
“Fine, but if you don’t do something about your little,” she says, flailing her arms around, “love affair situation, I’ll make sure he does.”
You move your head from side to side to mock her expression as she does the same thing, the both of you stopping when you hear a knock on the window. Looking over, the ice on the window is wiped by the sleeve of the boy of the hour, him raising his eyebrows at you and the other girls in the car before looking back at you.
“Hey,” he says, “I’m kind of cold out here.”
“See! He’s waiting for you! He’s such a gentle-”
Ryujin is quieted by the ‘sh’ of you and Yeji and you silently thank the girl in the driver seat before opening the door to meet the cold air. Of course, not without seeing a wink come from Ryujin’s direction. Shaking your head, you leave the car to stand next to Jaemin. The two of you silently decide that it was too frigid to attempt to bring anything in, making you both dash towards the door to get out of the cold, blowing wind. Making it inside, you see Chenle pressing buttons on the thermostat and hear the air system start. You look around at the space around you and continue to observe until you hear Chenle’s voice fill the room.
“Okay, so there are three rooms in total. However you split them doesn’t bother me, but you know I’m pairing with Jisung,” Chenle says, pulling the younger boy closer to him.
The atmosphere quickly drops as everyone stops moving and eyes meet other people’s eyes in the living room. However, reactions came just as quickly as Chenle’s decision had been made as you feel both of your arms being pulled away from each other.
“I don’t think so,” you hear to your right, looking over to see Ryujin staring down at Jaemin while she clings to your arm. A string of curse words rings in your head as you realize what was happening, especially after looking forward to seeing Jeno, mouth wide open, looking offended at the entire ordeal.
“Dude! I thought it was going to be you and me!”
Jaemin looks over at Jeno who has his arms crossed on his chest; realizing that rooming with Jeno may be best, he reluctantly lets go of your arm. Ryujin jumps up in happiness and quickly pulls you to her and Yeji’s side, much to Jaemin’s despair.
After everyone had managed to grab their roommates, the rest of the evening was spent mostly in the living room or the kitchen, the speakers of the house filled with whoever could manage to connect to them first. And thankfully, Jisung had come more prepared than everyone else, pulling out multiple packs of hot chocolate powder from his hoodie pocket minutes after everyone had settled.
A loud song was playing on the speakers as you put a small pot and filled it with milk onto the stove to boil, looking over to see everyone interacting and laughing together. The sight made a small smile form on your face as you look back at the pot, jumping when you feel arms wrap around you.
“You know,” Jaemin says from behind you, “the microwave works fine.”
You turn in his arms and scoff, playful pushing his chest. “Microwaved milk is not the same as boiled.”
“Well,” Jaemin says, dragging out the end of the word, “some of us aren’t as picky as you.”
Maybe it was the heater that was making you feel warm -or maybe it was just you- but Jaemin seemed very close to you as he kept his arms wrapped around you. Maybe even too close. So close you could smell the peppermint he had been eating from the glass bowl that was on the living room coffee table. And a part of you wondered if he was thinking the same thing as you, if one of you would lean in a bit closer. You could feel his arms on your back, looking down at lips for maybe a second too long, something that definitely gets noticed by Jaemin.
However, the two of you are interrupted by an ‘um’ sound coming from the entrance of the kitchen, looking over to see Jisung standing there, nervous and scratching the back of his next as he looks at you both.
“I-” he says. “I just wanted to, you know, know if the hot chocolate was...ready.”
Jaemin and you pull away quickly at the realization of a third person in the room. Looking over to the pot and turning off the stove, you answer Jisung’s question. “Yeah. It’s ready.”
The young boy nods aggressively as he heads back to the main room. You lean back against the counter, looking over at Jaemin who’s already looking at you, before pushing yourself off the counter and calling everyone over.
𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.
It’s midnight when you can see everyone struggling to stay awake, everyone quieter and less talkative than usual. You tell everyone that it’s probably best to head to bed and as they all get up to go to their rooms, you realize that all of your things are still in Jaemin’s car. The tired side of you told you to sleep in the clothes you had, but the warmer clothes you had bought for pajamas seemed to outweigh your tiredness.
As everyone heads into the assigned rooms, you sneak up to Jaemin and poke his shoulder, making him turn around and look at you through half-asleep eyes.
“Can you come with me to get my bags?” you implore, tugging at the sleeve of his hoodie as he throws his head back at your question. A dragged ‘please’ leaves your mouth as you pull him closer towards the door, the both of you knowing that he would eventually give in.
Your prediction was proven correct when you hear a jingling sound come from his hand and look down to see his keys, pulling him quicker to be able to be done faster. And just as fast as the door closed, Chenle's words came out just as fast.
“He’s so whipped.” The comment made Jeno chuckle. He was amused, but definitely not surprised.
You don’t let go of Jaemin’s sleeve even when you reach the car, only letting go when you hear him unlock the car. You desperately wanted to get some sleep, knowing that all of you would most likely drain all your energy tomorrow. The thought makes you grab your things quicker, making Jaemin laugh at your attempt to carry all your things inside. When he sees that you're actually struggling, he reaches out to free one of your hands, looking at your face and smiling down at the ground.
“What are you smiling about?” you ask him, shuttering from the cold.
“Nothing,” he responds, tossing a bag over his shoulder, “it’s nothing.”
“Well if it’s nothing, I’d like to go back inside. It’s freezing. Plus, I’m currently holding a grudge against you, so I shouldn’t be talking to you.”
“Woah, hold up a minute. What did I do?” Jaemin watches you as you head back towards the cabin, pulling his feet from the snow to catch up to you. He knows there’s only one thing that will break you, leading him to repeatedly call out your name as the two of you walk back.
“Y/N.”
Silence.
“Y/N.”
Silence again.
Jaemin isn’t one to give up easily, and an idea crosses his mind as he looks around him, miles of snow in his vision. Quietly placing your things on the ground, Jaemin picks up a ball of snow into his hands and chucks it at your back, making a gasp leave your mouth. Now, if Jaemin had placed your bags on the ground quietly, you did the complete opposite. You don’t think twice before letting your things fall, quickly ducking down and throwing snow back at Jaemin.
The two of you look at each other with knowing eyes, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. As soon as you duck, Jaemin is ducking down with you. He’s able to form a snowball quicker than you, leading your flight to kick in and you find yourself running away from him.
“Jaemin!” you yell out, “Please it’s too cold!”
You couldn’t even turn around to see if he had heard you, because in the blink of an eye you and him were both on the ground. He had managed to pull the both of you down, him on top as you laid on your back.
“You,” Jaemin begins saying, pressing the cold snow onto your chest as you squeal, “have a cold heart.“
“Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!” You grab onto his hand to stop him from grabbing the snow around you. “No more grudges!”
Even after the statement is made and the two of you stop giggling at each other, neither you nor Jaemin attempt to get up from the ground. The two of you -for the second time that day- were once again too close. You could see Jaemin’s nose turning pink from the cold and you felt your cheeks stinging from the cold wind. You could see each one of his eyelashes and how his bottom ones curved to hit the upper part of his cheeks. You could see the fog come out of each other's mouths as the two breathed. Jaemin brings his hand up to your face to take snow off your face, his cold fingers making you shiver even more. You think back to the kitchen a couple of hours ago, wondering if he would make the move that you had predicted hours ago.
But once again, you don't have time to react when you hear the door open and a scream fills the area.
“Yah! Where are you two lovebirds? Did you guys freeze?... Hello!”
Chenle’s screams make Jaemin huff as he pulls himself off you, reaching out a hand to help you up. You grab onto him, finding your balance before quickly picking up your things and heading toward the door; Chenle found it confusing when you walked past him, your things and back covered in snow and Jaemin silently walking behind you.
“Thank you, Min.” You place a hand onto Jaemin’s chest before getting on your toes as you push yourself up and place a small kiss onto his forehead. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
Walking into your designed room, you roll your eyes when you hear Ryujin gasp from the bed as she eyes your back.
“Did you two do it on the ground-”
“No, Ryujin.”
𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝟐:𝟑𝟎 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠!
You’re not sure what time it is when you hear a door slam somewhere in the cabin, the sound followed by harsh mumbles. The room is dark around you and you feel Ryujin’s limbs thrown over you, making you shove them off you. You attempt to fall asleep again, but the mumbles are getting louder by the second, and you knew it would only be a matter of time before the sounds would wake everyone up. So getting up using the only sleep you had gotten, you walk on the cold wooden ground until you step on something, something that yelps back at you.
“Yeji!” You say in a harsh whisper, “I’m so sorry.”
“What the hell are you doing awake?” Yeji flashes her phone screen that reads ‘2:30’ at you to create light, confused as to why you were leaving the room.
“Someone’s mumbling in the hallway.”
“It’s probably Chenle and Jisung, they’re probably calling off their wedding.”
You slightly kick her side as you hold back a laugh, whispering you would be back soon. Opening the door, the whispers get louder and you squint your eyes to see Jaemin standing outside his and Jeno’s room, arms crossed and head moving as he continues to talk.
“We’ve been here not even a day, Jeno! A day! And you already have your console plugged up on the TV. I’m trying to sleep.”
“You could just play with me.”
“For goodness sake Jeno, I want to sleep! Go ask Yeji to play, yeah? You two do that a lot.”
“Go sleep with Y/N then, yeah? You seem to want to do tha-”
“Dude! Shut up!”
“You started it!”
“How about both of you shut up?” You see the two of them turn their heads. Although you can’t see their eyes, you can see their figures in the darkness and watch Jaemin drop his crossed arms and Jeno take a step back in surprise. “We’re all trying to sleep.”
The two begin to bicker again, only this time they were whispering towards you in an attempt to get you on their side. But before they could say anything else, you bring your hand up and flick the hallway light on.
“You two,” you say, pointing at both of them, “need to come to an agreement. An agreement that doesn’t involve me. Goodnight. See you tomorrow. Or today… just… whatever!”
You walk back to your shared room, ignoring the feeling of two pairs of eyes on you. You probably wanted just as much sleep as Jaemin wanted. Ignoring the creaking sound of the door, you pull the knob and open the door, also ignoring the whine of the girls from the light in the hallway.
That same day, the group is awakened by none other than Chenle knocking on everyone’s door, yelling about going into town. You toss the sheets on you to the side and stumble over to your suitcase, throwing clothes left and right as you look for an outfit. As soon as you’re done dressing, the two other girls in the room finally wake up and you leave the room before they can ask you for help.
You walk into the kitchen and open the fridge to find it stocked with food: much thanks to Chenle’s mom. Grabbing the first thing that appealed to you, you close the fridge and turn around, jumping back when you to see Jeno come out of no where.
“Good morning,” he says quietly as he chuckles at your reaction. “Sleep well?”
You smile at the boy while sitting at one of the bar seats. “I slept alright. Did you sleep at all?”
“I slept as much as I could.” He laughs as you laugh with him.
“Did Jaemin sleep any?”
“Always so worried about him,” Jeno replies teasingly, smiling at you. “He slept as much as he could too.”
“I’m guessing he’s still sleeping then,” you ask, shaking your head. You watch as Jeno nods, feeling bad for Jaemin.
You excuse yourself from the conversation and walk over to Jeno and Jaemin's shared room, opening the door slowly when you get there. You see him sprawled all over the bed and stifle back a laugh, wondering how he found the position comfortable. Climbing onto the bed and lying next to him, you move the hairs off his forehead and softly shake his shoulder as you try to wake him up. When he whines, you tell about Chenle’s plans to go into town and the only response you get is Jaemin wrapping an arm around your waist. He pulls you closer as you protest that he needs to get up and get ready. He hushes you when you continue talking, pressing your head into his chest as he kisses the top of your head.
“Just lay here with me for a second.”
At his request, the room becomes silent. You feel Jaemin wrap his other hand around you and you close your eyes tightly as you feel a smile form slowly on your face. Messing with the collar of his sleep shirt, you think about what the town shops would consist of. And due to how oblivious you are, you can’t see Jaemin’s internal struggle and how your fingers brushing his collarbones are making him feel dizzy. But, the alarm Jaemin had set goes off in the background, making you get up from the comfortable stop you were in. Your back is facing Jaemin, making you miss the way Jaemin instinctively had reached for you when you had gotten off the bed.
Reaching the door frame, you turn around to look at Jaemin who is already looking at you. “You should get ready.”
Realizing you weren’t going to come back, Jaemin nods and walks over to where his clothes are, taking his shirt off nonchalantly. You turn around nervously to look away, muttering how you would be in the living room waiting. Making your way, you bump into Jisung, saying good morning to the boy with bed hair as you pass him quickly. Jisung doesn’t question, especially after seeing the room you had walked out of.
You sit in the living room waiting for the rest of the group to come out as you click through the different channels the TV had to offer. The majority of the things playing on the screen were old, 2000s Christmas movies you had seen multiple times. You continue to click for a couple of minutes, settling for a Rom-com Christmas movie you weren’t familiar with. The pair on the TV is in the middle of a confession in the snow when you feel someone grab onto your shoulder, making you jump in surprise.
“Getting ideas?” You look over your shoulder to see Yeji standing behind, proudness on her face from her joke. You squint your eyes at her as a sign that you weren’t amused, laughing when she did the same thing. Yeji takes a seat next to you, her face suddenly turning serious as she puts a hand on your shoulder.
“Can I tell you something? Like serious?”
“Of course,” you say, scooting closer to her as your curiosity peaks. “What’s up?”
Yeji grabs your hand and looks you in the eyes, making you nervous. She was at times intimidating out of the two girls, leading you to lose eye contact with her as you waited for what she was going to say.
“You know, it’s perfectly fine to have feelings for someone. No one is going to hate you for it.”
At her words, your body retracts away from her as you take in what she was saying. To be frank, you knew what she was talking about, but then again a part of you had never taken a moment to sit down and think about what your actual feelings were towards Jaemin.
“Yeji,” you say softly, feeling shy at the whole ordeal, “I don’t think it’s that.”
“What else could it be?” Yeji grabs onto your shoulders and shakes them. “This is not a bad thing, you know? He does a lot for you, and I’m not saying you should, well, like him because of that, but he’s a good guy. Jeno tells me that he talks about you like fifty percent of the time. The other fifty percent is the times when he's actually with you.”
You laugh in amusement with Yeji, the both of you straighten up when everyone else walks in at the same time into the living room. They’re talking amongst each other as they grab bags and shoes to leave, Yeji nudging you when you look over to see Jaemin handing you your coat. You quietly thank him as you take it from him, standing up to leave the cabin with everyone else. You look back to look at Yeji, who is giving you two thumbs up as you walk out the door, Jaemin talking to you about some dream he had.
𝟐𝟓% 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩.
Jaemin’s rambling voice fills the car as the both of you follow behind the lead driver, Jeno. You hum in response every once in a while as Jaemin continues talking, trying to act engaged in the conversation. However, your mind is somewhere else; you’re thinking deeply at what Yeji had told you. Did you have feelings for Jaemin? And if you did, did he reciprocate them? All these questions rang through your head. The train of thought only stops when you hear Jaemin call out to you.
“Are you okay? You seem out of it.”
“I’m okay,” you say, messing with the volume on the music. “Just thinking.”
Jaemin is not really sure on what to say, instead, he resorts to playing yours and his favorite song on the speakers. He uses his phone as a microphone, handing it to you when your favorite part comes on. Taking it gratefully, you start to sing with Jaemin, pointing to him for impact.
You squeeze your eyes shut as you- attempt to- belt out one of the high notes. Jaemin stops his singing to admire you in your current state, smiling and shaking his head as you hold your throat after trying too hard. However, you stop after realizing that Jeno had just made a turn, making you point your finger aggressively to the left to signal Jaemin to turn. A bunch of little shops comes into your vision, all decorated for the holidays. The first thing that catches your eyes is a coffee shop at the end of the row. You’re already jumping out of your seat before Jaemin can even put the car into park, him worrying you would jump out the car as it was moving. When the car finally comes to a stop, you open your door and wait for Jaemin to come out to grab his sleeve and pull him towards the shop, saying goodbye to the rest of the group.
Jaemin first balances himself before he can walk at your quickstep, looking around to see the other shops you had given no attention to. He was thankful that if someone was going to be his friend, it was you, someone who could understand his coffee addiction.
A small bell rings over the two of you as you both walk into the barely illuminated shop. Both of you up to the counter, Jaemin already talking about what he was going to order. When the two of you reach the spot and begin to order, the barista smiles at the both of you, imploring a question.
“Hi! Are you guys here for the contest? Twenty-five percent off your order if you enter!”
Before you can ask what she’s talking about, Jaemin tells her that the two of you are in fact there for the contest, making you laugh as you look away from the both of them. The barista takes both your names and writes them on your cups, saying how the results would be announced in the evening in the center of the outlets. You cover your mouth to stop yourself from laughing as Jaemin pulls you away to a seat all the way in the back.
“Jaemin,” you say, completely taken back, “you don’t even know that the contest is!”
“I’m sorry! The discount was too tempting not to take.” Jaemin tries to hold back his own laughter when he sees you hit your head on the table, too embarrassed to even ask anyone what the contest was about.
When the two of you receive your drinks, you and him begin to talk about your classes from the freshly ended semester. Jaemin talked about how not having you in any class made the days seem unbearable; no one was there to thump his head when he was falling asleep, nor to give him the notes when he actually fell asleep. You told him that not everything could be like the class you two had shared freshman year, Jaemin nodding in agreement. But, maybe that’s why the two of you were closer now. Not sharing a class made the two of you reach out for each other, something you had always told him you were grateful for. The morning rides to school and the once in a while breakfast “dates” were the things that made your mornings better. You weren’t sure if you could handle anyone else except for Jaemin in the mornings.
At one point, the drinks you two had bought become empty. Neither of you noticed, too focused on the conversation to really care. Furthermore, neither of you even saw the barista leaning over the counter looking at the two of you.
When more people began to walk into the shop, Jaemin decided to leave and look around other shops. Jaemin motions for you to hook your arm around his, you not thinking twice before doing it. The bell rings as the both of you walk out, somewhat like the signal of something new.
You both joke around while walking around in the cold air, Jaemin pulling you into random shops that caught his eye every once in a while. He had pulled you into a candy shop, a bookstore, and a bakery, buying you whatever it was you wanted. A part of you felt guilty when he had offered to buy you the newest edition of the book series you had just started, but Jaemin called it an early Christmas present.
Everyone now and then, you would cross the rest of the group, their hands also filled with different bags and coffee shop cups. Sometime in the afternoon, when the sun begins to go down, everyone meets in their parked cars. Everyone began to talk about where they had gone, what they had done before the air began to be filled with music. You look around to see the darkness become illuminated with holiday lights on the light post, the tree in the center of the outlets turn on as people take pictures next to it. A small stage had been placed next to the tree, a band played music that filled the area. A group of people began to huddle to listen to the music and your group slowly makes their way with everyone else. While those around began to pull their phones out to record, your group listens intently to the music, enjoying the peacefulness of the area. Jaemin stands next to you, looking at you as you listen to the music. Reaching out for your hand, he spins you around in your spot, making you smile. He had never seen someone look so pretty under Christmas lights.
Jaemin stops looking at you when he feels someone tapping on his shoulder. He turns around to see the same barista from before looking at him with a big smile, two sashes in her hand.
“Congratulations!” The barista puts a sash over Jaemin. She walks over to you as well and does the same thing.
You look at the sash she had just put around you. Reading what it says, you panic and look over at Ryujin who is already taking her phone out.
Cutest Couple.
Saying thank you to the barista, you pull Jaemin’s arm and make your way towards his car. The both of you don’t say anything to each other, too busy laughing to get any coherent words out.
“I told you! This is exactly why you need to ask things before you say yes to anything!”
“Well,” Jaemin says, pressing you against the door of the passenger seat, “I think we’d make a cute couple.”
Jaemin looks at you with sparkling eyes. You feel his lips close to yours as you speak. “I think we would too.”
𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬.
After winning the contest (and taking pictures of you and Jaemin’s matching sashes), the group made their way to the cabin. The interaction between you and Jaemin had been interrupted by a yelling Ryujin and Chenle, nothing too surprising. Reaching the cabin, you said a quick goodnight to everyone before walking to your room. Ryujin was once again asking questions, and you had to hold back a smile to not give anything away.
You’re the first to wake up in the room the next day. The room is full of light now and you're able to step around Yeji as you make your way out of the room, wondering if Jaemin had gotten any sleep last night.
Your question is answered when you see Jaemin sitting at the kitchen bar with his eyes closed and face resting on his propped up hands. Shaking your head in amusement, you pull out the seat opposite of his and say good morning, making him open only one eye to see who it was.
“I’m guessing you didn’t get any sleep.” Jaemin slaps his hands onto the counter at your obvious statement.
“No, I actually slept like a baby.”
“That’s good to hear.”
Jaemin leans back in his seat and mocks your statement by making exaggerated facial expressions. As you expected, he also starts to complain.
“He’s ridiculous. Who plays video games at two in the morning?”
“You do.”
“That’s not the point!”
You laugh at his hypocritical statement, standing up from the seat and stretching your arms out, luring him to follow you. Once he’s next to you, you grab his hand and lead him to the biggest couch in the living room. Sitting down at the end, you pat at your chest. Jaemin understands what you’re signaling, happily lying on your chest and closing his eyes.
“Why couldn’t I room with you?” Jaemin moves his hand to touch yours, playing with your fingers as he talks to you.
“Well,” you say, running your hand through his bed hair, “you gave me up too easily.”
“I can just kick Jeno out, make him sleep on the couch.”
“He’s not your husband. You can’t just kick him out.”
“Doesn’t matter, I just want to be with you.”
Jaemin’s statement makes you raise your eyebrows, taken back by his words. You feel your chest compress, not because he was laying on you, but because the words had made you nervous and the adrenaline made your heartbeat faster. However, before you could even worry if he could hear your heartbeat, you heard small snores break the silence and you’re then able to let out the breath you had been holding.
It only takes you a couple of minutes for you to fall asleep, not wanting to wake him up from his sleep. You figure someone else will eventually wake up before everyone else woke up as well. However, you were proven completely wrong when you hear camera shutters and quiet giggles sometime later. Opening your eyes, you see everyone standing next to the couch, phones out, and stupid smiles on their faces. You can’t move because of Jaemin’s weight on top of you, so you grunt as you cover your face with your hand, giving them the hint to leave you alone. They don’t move away until they have enough pictures, Jaemin finally waking up when they had all moved away, their faces glued to their phones as they analyze the pictures.
“They’re so cute!” Ryujin squeals as she shows the pictures to half-asleep Yeji. “Too bad they’re too oblivious, and ignorant, and -”
“That’s enough.” You walk over to her and look down at her phone, shaking your head for the second time that day. You didn’t see a point in trying to grab her phone and deleting them, knowing that another 4 people had the same pictures. Looking back, you see Jaemin doing the same thing as you, looking at the pictures on Jeno’s phone.
The two of you share a glance, giving each other smiles of amusement and small embarrassment. You couldn’t tell by looking at him, but Jaemin already had a plan up his sleeve.
𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫.
It’s early afternoon while you, Yeji, and Ryujin all lie in the bed of the shared bedroom. The three of you giggling and showing each other random videos to entertain each other for the past couple of minutes. In the middle of it all, the door swings open and you see Na Jaemin come in with a goofy smile. He walks over quickly to where you are, picking you up bridal style and taking you out of the room, Ryujin hot on his trail.
“You can’t just take her! She’s my roommate!”
“Too bad! She’s staying with me now.”
Ryujin dramatically turns around to look at Yeji who is looking back at her with an emotionless face. “It had to happen sooner or later, no?”
In the meantime, it takes Jaemin approximately 5 seconds to take you into the room he was sharing with Jeno, throwing you onto the bed when he was close enough. Your confused expression makes him throw himself next to you, getting on his back as he looks up to you.
“I convinced Jeno to sleep in the living room. He can connect his console there and play all night. Plus, Yeji was complaining about sleep on the floor the entire time during breakfast. So it’s a win for everyone!”
Letting out a teasing scoff, you begin to tease Jaemin. “I never said I wanted to room with you.”
Jaemin frowns at your words, crossing his arms and turning to have his arms propped on the bed. “Too bad, that’s the deal.”
“Guess I’ll suffer.” You throw yourself back onto the bed, smiling while knowing Jaemin was still frowning. It’s quiet in the room for the next couple of minutes, you and Jaemin laying on your backs as you both stare at the ceiling.
“Do you remember,” Jaemin begins to recall, “that frat party we went to like a month ago?”
“How could I forget.” You sit up in your spot, looking over at Jaemin who’s deep in thought. “We touched lips-”
“I hate it when you call it that!”
“What else are you supposed to call it?”
“Making out, Y/N. That’s what it’s called.”
“Well, I like my way better.” You look over at Jaemin who is shaking his head at vulgar phrasing; you fall back into the back to continue the conversation. “Why are you bringing it up, Min?”
“No reason, I was just remembering.”
Not wanting to pressure him, you stay quiet and stop asking questions. You look out the window to see snow falling again, an idea coming to mind.
“Jaemin,” you say, pushing his shoulders, “let’s go out in the snow.”
Jaemin stays quiet for a few seconds after your request, looking at you for a second as if he was planning something before nodding once and getting off the bed. You don’t question it; instead, you make your way towards the door and walk towards the main entrance.
When you open the door, you’re surprised to see more snow piled up than the day before. Running down the steps, you step into the snow and feel your feet sink with every step. You cling your jacket tighter to your chest as you walk farther into the yard; Jaemin stomps into the snow behind you. Taking small jumps to create warmth, you continue walking until you reach open space before falling on your back.
“Let’s make snow angels.” You start first by moving your arms and legs, smiling when you see Jaemin smiling too, shaking his head.
Jaemin sits in the spot next to you, drawing shapes into the snow rather than copying you. First, he spelled out his name, drawing doodles and tiny hearts. Then, he spelled yours, drawing stars and a smiley face around it. When he finishes, he grabs the snow around him, staring at the names on the ground. You had stopped making the snow angel; staying on the ground and looking up, you stick your tongue out to catch falling snow. Jaemin finds your expression endearing, before getting up and walking towards one of the trees. You don’t really question him, knowing Jaemin had a curious mind.
Snow keeps falling, less than a while ago, but slightly covering up over the print you had made in the snow. Stretching out your limbs again, you make a fresh one. A couple of seconds go by before Jaemin walks over with a stick in his hands and tells you not to move.
“What are you going to do? Stab me?”
Jaemin chuckles, walking around you in a non-circular manner, tracing something into the snow around you. When he finishes, he steps backs and looks around whatever he traced around. In the same amount of time, you see him panic and step towards you.
“You know what, don’t get up.” You can hear the panic in his voice and your curiosity makes you stand up quickly, ignoring Jaemin’s protest.
Around you, you can see a heart traced around your snow angel.
Your eyes continued to be placed on the ground, not noticing Jaemin aggressively rubbing his face with his hands, embarrassed and disappointed. He couldn’t even confess correctly. And overall, he was disappointed at the fact that he couldn’t keep his impulsiveness in check.
“Min, what is this?”
“I,” Jaemin says, “Gosh, I’m sorry. I’m an idiot.”
You watch as Jaemin turns his back towards you, making his way back to the cabin with his head down. Maybe you were feeling the same impulsiveness as Jaemin because you jog up to Jaemin and pull at his hand. You weren’t sure what to do, just as confused as Jaemin. But when he turns to look at you, you place your hands on his checks and look him directly into his eyes.
“Use your words,” you say to him softly. “What are you doing?”
Jaemin grabs your hands and gently pulls them off his face, holding them at waist level. “I remember,” he begins to say, “when I met you during our freshman year, how you would show up in a rush every morning. And how one day you sat next to me and made fun of my drink, saying it was definitely too dark to not be poison. How you would doodle on the corner of your paper and then one day you wrote your number on my notes.”
You laugh as you recall the memory, remembering how bold you had felt at that moment.
“And then you said that you knew I wasn’t paying attention, so you would send me the notes after you got home. You’re the only reason I passed that chapter quiz.”
Jaemin stops for a second, thinking before continuing.
“But I think it was the day when you asked me for a ride and then forced me to stop at that boba shop that I realized that we were... destined? Is that too cheesy? Y/N, I don’t know what I’m saying. But you ordered that nasty boba and I knew that if someone also had gross drink orders like me, we probably were meant to become something.”
“My boba order is not nasty.”
“My point is,” Jaemin says, ignoring you, “I-”
Jaemin looks at you with complete uncertainty on his face, not sure if he was rushing himself. But, he already felt as though he had made a fool out of himself more than he would have liked, so his only option now was to keep going.
“I don’t want to keep giving you car rides if I can’t hold your hand, I don’t want to have to fight over you sleeping in the same room as me, and I definitely don’t want to make snow angels with anyone else… I don’t want you to make snow angels with anyone else.”
Shyness completely takes over you at this point, making you cover your face and burrow your head into his chest. For a second time, you reach out a grab his cheeks pulling him in closer. “I don’t want to make snow angels with anyone else.”
Jaemin gives you a toothless smile, the apples of his cheeks becoming more prominent on his face and you can’t help but press a small kiss to his left side. When you move to his right cheek, Jaemin meets you halfway, capturing your lips.
You had kissed Jaemin once before, at that frat party the month before. The two of you, somewhat tipsy, had found a ‘private’ corner and had started kissing out of nowhere. You couldn’t remember much of the details, but you do remember it being awkward the next morning when Jaemin had picked you up to take you to class.
However, the kiss the two of you shared right now was definitely different now. It was full of admiration and years of holding back feelings. It was the warmth of hot chocolate and the cold shivers from a snowball fight. Jaemin’s hand on the back of your neck, pulling you closer was right, better than any frat party kiss.
When the two of you pull away, Jaemin rests his forehead on yours, having trouble containing his smile as he sees you beaming. “Did we just-”
“Touch lips.”
“You know what,” Jaemin says, lifting his eyebrows with a smile, “I think I take it all back.”
That night, Jaemin lays next to you on the bed. His hands are around your waist, his face in the crook of your neck as he whispered sweet nothings to you. Jaemin had waited for this moment for months.
“You have no idea how happy you make me.”
Although Jaemin had always been emotionally close to you, this way of behaving seemed more intimate now. His hands around you felt different and the feathery kisses he left on your collar bone were definitely something new. There was so much space on the bed, but he had chosen to remain as close as he could to you. The room was silent as you two laid there until Jaemin got up and put himself over you, pressing small kisses all over your face. His gestures made you dizzy to the point where you had pulled at his collar and pulled his lips to connect with yours.
Your hands roamed down his chest to lay on his stomach, his hands pinning you down onto the bed. When he had finished kissing your lips, he moved his down to your neck leaving small bruises as love marks. Your hands move to his head as you roam your fingers through his hair. He removes the blanket that had been covering you as he tries to, somehow, get closer to you. The cold air was no match for the warmness that Jaemin brought you as his kisses and breath made your neck warm.
Jaemin stops when you begin to pant and you can feel his smile ghost over your skin as he speaks.
“My snow angel.”
