𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗠𝗢𝗗𝗘 | 𝗡𝗖𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠

Bare | Jaemin Imagine #17

Title: Bare

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mildly suggestive, jaemin is shirtless, heated kisses

Word Count: 805

Author's Note: Okay, I may or may not have gotten inspired by that selfie Jaemin posted on his instagram (which killed me the first time I saw it btw). I sort of feel guilty for writing stuff like this, because I don't intend to objectify Jaemin or the members. It's supposed to be more of an appreciation thing (and I am a woman after all). Besides, I know you guys eat this stuff up too. So hope you enjoy reading ^ ^

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You stood in front of Jaemin's apartment door, hesitating before finally pressing the doorbell. Your hand dropped back to your side almost instantly, and you found yourself absentmindedly fidgeting with the strap of your purse. It wasn't your first time visiting, but you hadn't seen him all week, and a strange sense of anticipation lingered in the air. Maybe it was the fact that the two of you had been dating for a while, and you still couldn't shake how flustered he made you.

What you didn't expect was for the door to open and reveal your boyfriend, half-naked. Just a glimpse of his broad chest and defined muscles was enough to have your cheeks heating up like an oven. In the next second, you were spinning around and covering your eyes like an embarrassed child. Clearly amused by your reaction, Jaemin nudged you gently to face him again.

"Hey, what's wrong, baby?" Jaemin chuckled, his voice low and teasing. "You're acting like you've never seen a man shirtless before."

Letting out a flustered huff, you fixed your gaze on the ground. "Well, that's because I haven't," you mumbled, your voice barely audible. Jaemin wouldn't have caught it if he weren't standing so close.

He laughed again, a deep rumble resonating from his chest before reaching out to take your hand. His fingers were warm against your cool skin as he pulled you inside his apartment.

"Come on, it's just me. You don't have to be shy," he coaxed, trying to make eye contact with you. 

You swallowed hard and reluctantly slipped off your shoes while Jaemin slid your jacket off. His fingers brushed against your arms. It was such a simple touch, yet it sent a shiver down your spine, even through the fabric of your sweater.

Finally daring to meet his eyes, you said, "You really are trying to kill me, aren't you?"

"Who said that?" Jaemin smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're my girlfriend. I want you to look and admire me."

He took your hands, gently guiding you backward into his living room, watching the hesitation in your expression gradually fade. Under the soft glow of the dim ceiling light, his toned chest and rippling muscles became even more defined. His skin looked impossibly smooth, and the prominent veins tracing his arms were almost too tempting not to touch.

"You're..." you trailed off, unable to find the right words as you took it all in.

"I'm what?" His voice dropped, turning softer, more intimate. "Hot? Sexy? Tell me, (Y/n)."

Your breath caught in your throat, as he waited for your response. You couldn't lie— he was all those things. His body was more sculpted than she had ever imagined. His chest was broad, his abs firm and defined, and his arms were powerful. But it was the relaxed ease with which he carried himself that made her feel even more flustered.

"You're just perfect," you admitted quietly, your fingers itching to touch him.

Before you could stop yourself, your hand reached out to glide your fingertips over his collarbone. His skin was smooth as you imagined, the muscles beneath solid and taut. As you cautiously grazed your nails along his muscles, you started to feel your heart beating wildly against your chest.

Jaemin let out a low, satisfied groan. "Mmm, that feels good," he murmured with his eyes half-closed.

You couldn't help but smile at the sound of his voice, at the way he practically melted beneath your touch. Feeling a little more confident now, you continued to let your fingers roam over the hard planes of his chest and shoulders.

Glancing up at him, a teasing grin formed on your lips. "You like that?"

"I like you," he replied, causing you to blush all over again.

His strong arms circled your waist and pulled you closer. Then he raised one hand to cup the side of your face and press his lips against yours. Your hands instinctively slid up to his neck, feeling the heat of his skin as you kissed him back. His mouth was soft and warm, and the tenderness of the kiss sent your mind spinning.

When you finally pulled apart, your breath was shaky and your hands gripped his arms to steady yourself. Jaemin eyes bored into yours with such fondness that your heart felt like it might burst at any moment.

"I don't want ever want you to feel shy around me," he whispered, his fingers now tracing your jawline. "Especially when I'm all yours."

His words made you question if you were dreaming. But no, this was real. Jaemin was real. His sincerity was unmistakably real.

With Jaemin, his heart was completely laid bare for you, and you were more than willing to do the same.

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