the dragon's happily ever after ⋆ p.js | ✔

eight

Jaemin threw the ball as hard as he could, and you watch as it sailed in a perfect arc, then suddenly changed direction midair, leaving Jeno to have to turn on the spot and run to catch up. You three had all gone back to the park again today, you and Jaemin weaving endless clover crowns in between throwing the ball for Jeno. It was another lovely day, a bit crisper than when you and Jisung had gone. A single, puffy white cloud floated by overhead as you hummed a tune to yourself, fingers mindlessly weaving in another blue wildflower.

"Y/N..." Jaemin said, reminding you of your dad who had caught you sneaking in after your curfew.

"Jaemin..." You mimicked his tone.

"So... what's going on with you?"

"Spit it out, Jaemin. You clearly want to ask me about something specific."

"Y/N, I'm a dryad. I'm in touch with nature, you know. The plants, the trees, the dirt, the animals, all of it," he explained, setting his weaving down. "And that includes humans. As much as you humans don't want to admit it, you're a part of nature, too. And I know I can't feel your emotions like a unicorn can, but I can tell that you and Jisung clearly care for each other."

"Yeah, Jaemin, I love all of you guys. We've become really good friends over the years."

"No, Y/N. Differently than the rest of us care for each other." The dryad patted your cheek, a wistful look on his face. "I don't know if you're just lying to yourself, or if you haven't realized it yet, but you and Jisung... it is different than the rest of us."

You had to bite down on your bottom lip, cover your mouth, and hide your face in your chest to keep from laughing right in Jaemin's face and entirely blowing your cover right then and there. The dryad clearly misinterpreted your actions, as he scooted closer and wrapped his arms around you, shushing and cooing at you.

"It's okay, Y/N. It's okay." He rubbed your back. "I can't feel dragons as well for... obvious reasons, but he likes you too. I promise. It's all going to work out."

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak without giggling then.

"I got it—! Oh, uh..." Jeno's excited cheers cut off as his voice got closer and closer. "Are you... okay?"

You felt Jaemin take one of his hands off your back, and could only imagine whatever silent conversation the two of them were having with gestures. After "composing yourself" again, you sat up straight, looking up at Jeno and holding your hand out.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Jeno," you reassured him. "Come on, dude. It's my turn to throw."

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You drummed your fingers on the table beside your book, the highlighter nearly falling out of your other hand as you were about to fall asleep. Jeno, Jaemin, and Donghyuck weren't faring any better than you, seeming about ready to fall asleep over their own textbooks and laptops too. The only member of your little study group who didn't seem to be on the brink of a boredom-induced coma was Renjun. The human was chugging along through the assigned reading for one of your classes as per usual, dutifully taking his color-coded notes. You watched him through half-lidded, tired eyes, trying to figure out if he was maybe a robot, or was on Adderall, or was on the magic equivalent of Adderall, to be this committed of a student.