frenemies // jaemin

t w e n t y - t h r e e [final]

j a e m i n

  "not if you make up to her right now,"  jeno's words echoes in my head as i ran.

  my feet halted to a stop when the familiar house came in sight. all the windows were pitch black. maybe they're all asleep. i glanced down at the ticking watch on my wrist. thoughts cluttered in my head, so many things i want to explain. should i just come back tomorrow? the thought lingered. but wouldn't it be too late?

my fingers found their way to my hair, messing with it frustratedly. this might be my only chance. i want her close everytime. looking back, i've never felt this content since debuting.

"jaemin?"

my head jolted up at the angelic voice. there was sooyeon, in with messy hair and puffy eyes. all the words i arranged in my head disappeared. how could someone be this gorgeous in mismatched pajamas and flip flops?

"so...is minyoung alright?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"y-yeah,... it wasn't an emergency really, she made a surprise party for me,"

her eyebrows slightly raised before nodding and clearing her throat. "sounds fun. why are you here then?"

"i feel bad because i left u hanging earlier,"

"it's alright," sooyeon muttered, eyes wandering around everywhere and fingers reaching towards the hem of her pajamas. her lying habit.

"i'm sorry, sooyeon-ah"

"what are you sorry for? you should go when a friend calls for help," she paused, looking straight into my eye.

"or in your case, a first love,"

"i don't have feelings for minyoung!"

s o o y e o n
  for a split second, i felt my heart getting lighter. why am i relieved? my hands crumpled into fists as the cold night wind bites onto my skin. my eyes stared at the boy in front of me. my bestfriend. the person i could trust and tell anything. the same person who would do any stupid things together. someone who is always fun and uplifting.

  but now it's different. when i see his face i don't see him as the same goofy ugly boy during my childhood days anymore. whenever i see him run his stupid fingers into his hair my heart would skip a beat. when i see his lips tugged into a smile after a lame joke my heart feels warm. why am i feeling this way?

  screw him and his stupid handsome face and his stupid laugh and his stupid soft dark hair and his stupid morning voice.

  this is enough, i should distance myself from him. i took a step back towards the door before i felt a tug on my wrist.

  "sooyeon-ah"

  "can you stop? im so tired of you doing sweet things for me and making me all confused. im so sick of you giving me hope and making me all gushy. stop giving me mixed signals will you? one second i think you feel the same way then another second you'd let me down! do you know why i'm acting like this? it's because i like you, not as a friend but more than that-"

  my voice was cut off with jaemin putting his arms around my shoulder and pulling me into his warm chest.

  "i like you too, so much."

  i felt the corners of my lips tugging into a smile as butterflies erupted in my stomach. my cheeks felt the warmest they'd ever been. i bet i look like a tomato right now. conciously, i hid my face deeper into jaemin's sweater, earning a deep laugh from him.

  "look at me,"

  "no,"

  his cold hands traveled to my cheeks cupping them lightly, with a grin. his crinkled eyes stared into mine, studying all my features. with clammy hands, i tried tugging his hands away before another chuckle left from his lips.

  "can i kiss you?"

  my lips pursed, restraining a smile for a second before giving a small nod.

  in a flash, his soft lips were on mine. if i were a tomato then, i'm probably a cherry now.

  on my tippy toes, my arms reached to wrap around his neck. even with my eyes closed, i could feel his lips smiling into the kiss.

  our lips parted for a second for a breath. jaemin beamed, his cheeks dusted pink. i leaned in again, giving a small peck on his cheek. the curve on his lips grew wider.

  "i can't believe you confessed to me first,"

" don't get too cocky,"

  "sure, baby,"

  "baby?"

  "mhm, baby." he whispered, pulling me into his sweater again. this time, my arms wrapped around his torso. i felt his lips leaving a few kisses on my head before resting his chin on it. i snuggled further into the soft material, sniffing the familiar peach scent on his sweater. butterflies danced in my stomach without end.

  "my baby,"

a/n: EHEHEHE i hope u guys enjoyed this chapter! this is actually the last part but i might have a bonus chapter in my draft... hmm 🤔 should i release it or nah...
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