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rcsejunie · 9 months

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afar; na jaemin [finale]

this was it, they thought. the two stayed still inside the car, not moving. jaemin tried to let go but his body just won't let him. when she finally braved herself to pull away from his grip, she silently wiped her tears that fell unconsciously throughout the ride to the airport. the sky was still dark early in the morning. dami turned her head to face jaemin and brought her hand to touch his cheek.

"i'll go now." she whispered.

jaemin couldn't answer immediately and he couldn't even look her in the eyes. he promised to himself that he would be strong and he would be brave but he couldn't even look her in the eyes.

dami's hands started to shake and she finally started moving her legs to go out of the car. in an instant, without much thought, jaemin also walked out of the car. he was strictly told to not leave the car, that was his condition to send her off at the airport, but he just couldn't let her walk out on him again.

when dami was on her feet she was surprised when she saw jaemin running towards her, crashing on to her, almost tripping her back.

"you can't go out the car, jaemin." she whispered in the crook of his neck.

"we can't make this work, can we?" jaemin asked. his voice was no longer desperate. there was no longer a strain on his voice as he asked the question. he understood the role he was put in and he had to push through it. he was finally at a place where he had to let her go. dami still kept her eyes trained to meet his before she shook her head,

“i love you,” those three words that was never said but has always been there are finally uttered, “it’s crazy—i’ve never said it before but i always have and always will. in the future, if our paths ever cross once more, know that i will always be here. if the world will ever be kind enough to accept this love, know that i will always be here.”

dami was thinking of words she wanted to say, what she needed to say. she had practiced her monologue over and over again but hearing jaemin's vulnerable words made her head go dizzy. she can no longer recall the things she had practiced, “whatever happens in the future… i want you to also know that you are the best thing that ever happened to me. even if—even if our paths don’t cross, even if we don’t see each other ever again after this… i am yours. never forget that. i too have never said it but… i love you, na jaemin.”

“you are and always will be my last, kang dami.”

the one and only time they finally say i love you to each other is the last time they will ever get to say it – or will it be the last time?

FINAL. mlist | previous

pairing—jaemin x fem!oc (idol!jaemin, friends to lovers to ex to ?, staff!oc, stylist!oc)

summary—in 2019, kang dami, was lucky enough to be given a spot as a stylist at sm entertainment. shadowing multiple stylists before officially becoming a full time staff member in 2020 and started working mainly to be NCT Dream’s stylists. a story about an idol and a staff member sharing intimate temporary moments together. in which, they both lost the war.

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rhey0608 · 12 days

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#fizzonovel fizzo byeonwooseok najaemin joyredvelvet jangkiyong ROWOON antonriize NINGNING JIHYO heechul kimmingyu wonyoung

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onyourhyuck · 11 months

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Popular. | N.JM | PART 1

— Prologue: “Who’s the new girl?” + “Jaemin. Don’t tell me you are already harassing the new girl?”

— Summary: Revenge becomes love? Old faces become new faces? Where you enroll back to your old school where you got bullied, to get revenge on Na Jaemin but he cannot recognise you.

— Genre: Popularboy!najaemin x goodgirl!y/n. Revenge plot with romance and smut. Mention of bullying. Plot twists. Very sensitive subjects no minors. School sex(?) exhibition. Jaemin’s obsessed with y/n. Enemies to lovers (kinda)

— Notes: Popular - The Series Masterlist.

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The old faces become new faces, but to you they will always be the same. You see you’re enrolling back to a school you swore to never become back to but you made a long life promise that you will come back as a different person. And you did. You levelled up while everyone else stayed and stood the same. You’re a new person. New you. New chapter. No one can recognise you because you poured all the blood sweats and tears into your new self and new life to come back and show them what they’re missing out on. All you ever wanted was to be popular.

You wanted to be liked. You wanted to be invited to things, the things you craved back then are only getting more and more intense. You would’ve done anything to have what the popular kids have, to experience getting love and compliments. You wanted to be mainstream, you wanted to be viral. The attention they got was unfair because you never once had it back then. But now it’s different. You’re the new girl. No one recognises you.

At least you hope someone does recognise you so you can shove it in their face how brand new you look with all the hard work and suffering you had to go through.

Walking down those school hallways was something haunting. You feel like you’re back at the very start of hell that you had to deal with all those years, but now the looks on people’s faces weren’t facing you but giving you surprise glances. They have a new girl enrolling?

The boy on the side wearing a red hoodie with a white shirt underneath and a pair of denim jeans was caught off guard by the beautiful peach scent running from his nostrils, glaring up wondering where it was coming from, he saw an unfamiliar figure walking in front. Wearing a loose white sweater over a collared shirt buttoned up. The flowyness of the black skirt fluttering from each step she took with her legs. It just makes him stand there, mesmerised and also, thinking who was that?

The boy nudged his friend who closed the locker with a gentle slam. “Hey Sungchan,” He spoke with the inability to look away but make his friend watch the person he became someone so infatuated with. “Who’s the new girl?”

The taller boy, Sungchan, also his best friend despite being a year younger looks over at the girl he pointed at and a long-long face was expressed on him. “Jaemin. Don’t tell me you are already harassing the new girl?” Sungchan sighs.

“Looks like you don’t know either.”

The guy with slight light brunette hair smirks when he mentions that Jaemin’s curiosity was far too much already. Jaemin’s smirk stays as his eyes look at Sungchan and he pats his chest with the palm. “Cya at lunch Chan.” Jaemin said suddenly jogging away from his friend leaving Sungchan by the lockers completely stranded, but not surprised.

‘Why am I not surprised? It’s Jaemin.’ The younger boy said to himself under the breath of holding back from shouting, trying not to seem so surprised but every time something happens, he was left alone to deal with his mess.

Running to dodge a few people passing through a sudden person now walks on the same length pace as you and your eyes caught the guy instantly. You remember him. The flashbacks run in your eyes like it was yesterday it happened. How he ignored you. Left you when you needed the help the most. The same anger flusters your knuckles but you roll them forward and your strength was holding back, you had the urge to just punch him already knowing what he did to you. But he seems to be completely oblivious? Does he really not remember you? You found it almost offensive that he does not recognise you considering what he did, it stays buried within your past.

Your glare appointed to the boy you stop when you notice he was following you and about to speak to you, so you shut him up immediately before he could even speak. “What do you want?” Well that came out slightly more meaner from you than Jaemin thought he would get. “You’re the new girl right? Why don’t I give you a school tour guide at lunch time.” He offers with a sweet smile.

This was God’s plan in a way. You thought this was perfect timing to get your revenge on him and just shout at him, reveal who you are, but you couldn’t do that. You didn’t have the strength to shout and scream anymore all you have is the numbing anger to deal with on your old wounds.

Then it hits you. He doesn’t recognise you and he thinks you’re a new girl, someone he doesn’t have relations with at all. Your eyes light up and your thoughts begin to trail like a running waterfall in synch.

What if you make him fall for you? Then you can take your revenge when he really loves you? You could make him regret what he did. He can be the first one on your list to take your revenge on.

You saw that the boy was waiting for your answer with hopeful sweet eyes. Your thoughts were too dark. You were wanting revenge not friendship, so to make this look real you have to pull your act together and hide your anger from everyone, at least for now. You pull a fake smile. “Sure, show me around.”

You swore Jaemin’s sweet smile widens. “Perfect. I’m Na Jaemin and you are…?”

The hand extends out to shake yours and you feel your eyebrows raise up furrowing as you had to think of a name for yourself. You remember you even given yourself a brand new name when enrolling into this school. You really had everything planned from the get-go.

“Y/n.” You tell him as you softly shake him by the hand. Jaemin was taking notes mentally already of your name, he found you mysterious. And he loves mysterious especially for a curious guy like he is you are a dangerous box for him to find.

He smiles. “Y/n huh? Pretty name. I’ll meet you in the cafeteria. It’s by the right side of you go straight ahead. Don’t forget that.”

“I won’t forget.” Not like you can. It’s not actually your first time being at this school.

You nearly forgot how nerving it must be being the new student. Especially when you’re standing in front of the class front of everyone, the teacher trying to make the class settle down and go quiet so you could introduce yourself.

“Come on kids settle down, it’s a Monday morning you shouldn’t be so hyperactive and happy.” The teacher glimpses back to you and the students with a sarcastic tone.

The students settle down. You recognise some of them. How can you forget after all? They all did you wrong.

Ningning, the most popular girl in the school who makes everything a competition if a slightest person gets more attention than her. She is popularity itself. People often refer to her as Queen of popularity. But you’re determined to overtake her, make her life a hell like she did to you.

Then there was Chenle. He was pretty wealthy and he got away with many many things you saw him do. He doesn’t even know you saw him do it because back then, you were someone else. You were nearly broken.

And you can’t forget Jaemin. Na Jaemin. The boy who does everything so effortlessly. The school heartthrob. The most popular guy you could ever think about. Jaemin is a social network. He was everything you have to be careful of.

‘Unless you’re going to use him.’ You thought to yourself.

The teacher gave you a sign to start when you’re ready and you clear your worrisome thoughts putting on a friendly smile. You bow your head. “Hello I’m Y/n I hope we all get along well.” The students welcome you by clapping their hands as you take a seat down at the middle section. You thought it was perfect if you sat there considering you didn’t want to be at the back like before.

Students were surprised by how pretty you are too, especially the boys in the class seem to be gossiping already, which just makes Ningning on edge. The new girl was already rousing up people saying how cute you look.

Jaemin smirks raising his hand. “Sir can I sit next to Y/n? I promised to show her around at lunch.” He smugly told to everyone so they can all wow and gasp. You’re already on first name basis and it made everyone’s lips widen.

You find Jaemin already so annoying that he’s sticking by you but this makes your job so much easier.

He just doesn’t know who you are it makes this all so much funnier how he’s doing everything he can to be around you. Hip to hip.

“You may.” The teacher said dismissing it so the lesson can go on. Jaemin moves to the next vacant chair and table next to your desk where you sat and he gives you a healing warm smile.

He starts to admire you from the side profile. You really look like a doll from any angle. Jaemin raised an eyebrow though. “Do you perhaps have a sister or anything?” Jaemin now said thinking. “Or is this your first time enrolling?”

He has a feeling he knows you from somewhere but he cannot brush it away without asking straight up.

Your eyes widen. “Sister? No… It’s my first time enrolling.” You mumble quietly not wanting to attract much attention to his question either. It’s best to act dumb and play along.

Jaemin let’s out a soft ‘huh’. He wasn’t sure why he thought you’d had an older sister or something. “Hm okay then.”

“Anyways, Y/n. What school did you come from before then?” He smiles watching you.

You don’t even bother to look at him, Jaemin found it so interesting how you’re listening to the lesson while not even paying much mind to him. “I was homeschooled.”

You had to be especially careful not to reveal too much of your past to him, but you can say you were homeschooled.

He leans closer. “Did you ever go to a school like this before then?”

“Nope.”

“Not even once?”

“No.”

“Wow… you must suck at socialising then Y/n. I mean… you sounded pretty angry with me when we first met.”

You wanted to slam your pencil and tell him to stop speaking when you’re in middle of a lesson trying to catch up with some work but you couldn’t do that to him otherwise you’d explode. And it might get you in trouble.

You patiently bite down on your tongue and pray Jaemin just shuts up. “I was in a grumpy mood, don’t pay mind to my tone.” You grit your teeth as you spoke and Jaemin smirks.

He knows he’s getting to you. “Am I annoying you Y/n?” Jaemin would ask you as if he didn’t know that he was, but it felt much nicer to hear it from you. You lift your face up with a heavy sigh away from the paper you’re writing class notes in as you turn to look at him.

“Yes, yes you are. I’m trying to write these class notes.” You say to him truthfully trying to put the hint across and Jaemin let’s out a soft ‘awh’ at you.

“Look at you trying to be a good student already. Can I copy some of the notes from you?” He smirks watching your expression twitch a little.

‘What a dick.’ You thought to yourself as if you never experienced people leeching off you again.

“Will you shut up if you do?” You sigh desperate for some peace and quiet over here as you see Jaemin smirk nodding. “Of course.”

You don’t know if you can believe him. Actually you don’t. But you did this anyways and handed your notes to him so he can take a copy of it on the paper he owns.

You snatch your paper away once he was done out his hand and he sheepishly smirks leaning closer whispering to you when you’re going back to writing down on the paper.

“Thank you Y/n.” Jaemin whispers pulling away.

“No problem, Jaemin.” You sarcastically said with a tone that wasn’t so nice and upbeat to him, whispering it back.

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butvega · 1 year

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TA-LA-RI-CO! VII

@najaemin fast and furious c minha gatinha ♡

Foi uma grata surpresa acostumar-se tão rapidamente com o ronco da Porsche de Jaemin Na, que encontrava-se sendo estacionada pelo mesmo no campus da PUC. Ao lado de suas amigas, seu coração acelera, e o sorriso tímido surge a medida em que elas brincam sobre você estar apaixonada.

Ele sai do carro com a mochila nas costas, sempre lindo e estiloso trajando seu boné para trás. Seu coração bate mais forte quando ele sorri como se estivesse iluminando seu mundo inteiro, e segue em sua direção. Suas amigas permanecem ao seu lado, Clara Sampaio e Luana Bueno eram suas fiéis escudeiras.

— Ó teu namorado vindo aí. — é Luana quem provoca, te fazendo revirar os olhos, completamente vermelha.

Na chega até vocês, deposita exatos dois beijinhos na bochecha de cada uma das meninas, e quando chega em sua vez, sorri, e suspira, antes de te dar um selinho demorado. Também escuta as risadinhas das meninas, e agarra mais forte sua cintura, achando graça de sua timidez.

— Mais tarde rola um cineminha, não rola? — diz baixinho para que você escute, ainda com a boca colada na sua, os olhos fechados aproveitando o momento.

— Uhum... Nana, 'tá todo mundo olhando... — você ri baixo contra os lábios dele.

— 'Tô nem aí... Bom que fica geral sabendo que tu é minha. Eu sou ciumento, sabia? — descola os lábios dos seus, e te dá um abraço apertado.

— Bobão.

— Vou 'pra aula agora, agora de manhã vão me dar uma surra só de direito penal... Tá? Quando acabar suas aulas me fala, te levo em casa pra 'tu se arrumar, passo lá na minha 'pra tomar um banho e a gente vai, beleza?

— Combinado.

— Beijo, gostosa. — te dá mais um selinho, um leve aperto em sua bunda, e segue para suas aulas matinais.

— Ih, ele 'tá todo apaixonado! — Clara cutuca sua cintura rindo, claramente em provocação.

— Ai, Clara, pelo amor de Deus. — você revira os olhos, sorrindo toda bobinha.

Em seu relógio de pulso, as horas pareciam passar mais devagar do que deveriam. Suas pernas batiam impacientes durante sua aula de geometria descritiva. Constantemente os olhos vagavam pela tela do celular, buscando alguma notificação nova, alguma mensagem de Jaemin. Para seu espanto, a tela brilha, mas no êcran não é a foto de Nana que aparece, e sim a de Jeno. Seu cenho franze, a curiosidade atiça e você abre a mensagem, que não diz nada mais que "coé, tá aí?". Confusa, você pensa duas vezes em responder, mas acaba respondendo um simples "uhum". É... No mínimo estranho. Não consegue imaginar o que Jeno quer com você depois de ter se atracado com Jaemin.

Depois dessa mensagem, e de você não ter tido resposta, o tempo passa mais devagar do que você imagina, ou quer.

Em pouco tempo você estava dentro da Porsche de Jaemin, enquanto ele dirigia tranquilo pelas ruas da Barra, se encaminhando até seu apartamento. Murmurava algum rap desconhecido, batucando tranquilo no volante.

Você se arruma na velocidade da luz, coloca uma roupa talvez até meio exagerada de se ir só ao shopping, mas se não se arrumasse para ir ao shopping, se arrumaria para ir aonde? Manda uma mensagem para sua mãe antes de sair, avisando que iria ao cinema, e faz um boomerang para colocar em seus storys. Gosta do resultado, aliás. Aos pulos volta ao carro, e encontra Jaemin distraído com seu telefone.

Pelo horário, o cinema está vazio. Jaemin faz questão de pagar a sala VIP, onde estão praticamente sozinhos em largas poltronas de couro, munidos de um balde enorme de pipoca, e coca-cola. Alguns doces na sacola da Americanas são de lei, é claro.

Sendo sincera consigo mesma, você nem sabia qual era o filme, e não estava minimamente interessada. Seu foco era totalmente tomado por Jaemin, e sua boquinha rosada macia pressionada contra a sua, te beijando bem preguiçosinho.

— O filme, Nana... — você murmura entre o beijo quando sente que a afobação do garoto poderia facilmente extrapolar os limites ali permitidos.

— Desculpa, desculpa. — ele murmura risonho, se ajeita na cadeira, e passa míseros cinco minutos quietinho fingindo ver o filme, antes de voltar a atacar seus lábios, e emitir sons irritantes e molhadinhos de beijo entre as paredes negras e escuras.

Era difícil fingir, a vontade de Jaemin era te pegar no colo, te arrastar para a casa dele, te trancar em seu quarto e ficar a semana inteira só te beijando, e te abraçando. Frases românticas estavam entaladas na garganta do malandro, e o que ele não conseguia dizer, transportava pros atos, no caso, naquele momento, te beijar incessantemente.

Você, por sua parte, reparava o certo nervosismo vindo de Jaemin. Nana geralmente não era daquele jeito, mas ele parecia... Diferente. E era difícil, e perigoso. Você não queria admitir para si mesma que também estava apaixonada.

— 'Cê me deixa maluco, sabia? Eu nem faço mais questão de porra nenhuma se eu tiver você do meu lado. — murmura, acaricia seus lábios devagar, capturando cada emoção do seu rosto, inclusive o mini sorriso envergonhado.

— Você é lindo demais, Nana.

— Me arramo quando você me chama assim.

— Meu Nana. — você ri baixinho, morde o lábio inferior dele devagar, e ele puxa o ar entre os dentes afim de reprimir um gemido.

— Se eu pudesse, te comia aqui. — ele fala, completamente cafajeste, e você gargalha, tampando a boca desesperada em seguida.

— Nana, pelo amor de Deus.

— Colé, maluca, pode gritar no cinema não. — ele ri baixinho, olhando para os lados, afim de capturar a reação das poucas pessoas que dividiam o espaço com vocês.

— Vê o filme, palhaço. — você murmura, e ele te agarra novamente com os braços, te aconchegando em seu colo.

Andar de mãos dadas com Jaemin no shopping parecia ser o correto. Como se... Fosse pra acontecer. Tivesse que acontecer. Então você só deixava se levar... Era divertido como ele falava sobre o filme, se empolgava contando todos os detalhes sobre Velozes e Furiosos, e fazia analogias sobre as corridas proibidas que ele fazia com sua porsche pelas ruas do Rio. Você se arrepiava só de pensar na velocidade em que ele poderia correr, mas ele ria, e te tranquilizava, dizendo que "o pai tinha o toque".

Te levou para tomar um açaí, ver o pôr-do-sol no Arpoador, e cada segundo que passava você tinha mais certeza de que era ele. Mas então por que Jeno apareceu primeiro em seu caminho? Por que teve que sofrer por ele? Poderia ter se apaixonado por Jaemin de primeira, seria tão mais fácil.

Depois Jaemin te deixou em casa, e depois de muitos amassos na porta de sua casa, ele finalmente se foi, deixando seu coração apertadinho de saudade, e o perfume caro dele em suas roupas. Jaemin desce pelo elevador com os lábios vermelhinhos e inchados de tanto te beijar, com um sorriso bobo no rosto, e corado. Ele realmente estava apaixonado.

Seu conto de fadas parece se desfazer à medida em que você sai do banho, e seu celular está em cima da pia vibrando. O pega, curiosa, e o coração para ao ler tantas notificações com o nome de Jeno.

Jeno Lee:

"queria falar c você, tô mal p crl de cabeça com essa parada sua c o jaemin. eu ainda amo você demais, não queria que as coisas tivessem ido p esse rumo... vamo se encontrar, eu te busco aí, vamo se resolver, pf.."

#ta la ri co!#na jaemin #lee jeno #nct #nct dream #nct long fic #nct angst #nct smut

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