Synopsis: sometimes jealousy keeps you from getting what you truly want. Everyone wants Na Jaemin and you're no exception. You just want nobody to know. Not even Jaemin.
You yawned right at the moment the team scored, causing you to cheer a second later than everyone else. Thankfully the rest was too immersed into the game to notice your mistake.
If there was one thing worse than playing sports, it was definitely watching sports. Unfortunately your Highschool forced everyone to watch their weekly games. It was fun for the people who cared about sports, it was fun for the cheerios who go to shake their bums to the rhythm of their own screams and it was fun for the guys who aced at sports, earning all the attention from the girls.
But for people like you, it was boring and just a complete waste of time.
Your eyes fell onto the dreamies, the so-called top of the food chain at your school.
Sometimes you wondered if your life would be more fun if you were one of them. But then you heard the stories, the rumours which were always spread about them and the cheerios, making you think it might be better to live in the shadows rather than in the spotlight where everyone could see you.
Yet you couldn't help but be curious sometimes. Everyone, whether they admitted it or not, had secretly dreamed of being popular, to be a part of the it- gang. Even you. Not that you would ever admit it to anyone.
Your eyes scanned the field until they found the person you were looking for. He was easy to spot, his pastel pink hair standing out in the sea of brown and black. His eyes looked tense, entirely focused on the ball. When it finally came near him, he skillfully took it from the opponent, running away with it past several of his teammates, kicking it right into the goal. He burst out into an animal like scream, most of the audience joining him. The coach blew on his whistle, announcing the end of the match. The pink haired guy, known as Na Jaemin walked towards his teammates, giving them supporting pats on the back. He picked up his water bottle from the floor, drinking almost half of it at once, causing it to drip down his chin. As he finished the bottle, he ran a hand through his sweaty hair and wiped the water of his chin. A few of the cheerios called his name, causing him to look up, shooting them a wink. The cheerios erupted in happy screaming before they left the field, their ponytails somehow swaying in sync.
Another thing you would never admit:
You were hopelessly in love with Na Jaemin.
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"Hey y/n, coming to the after party later tonight?"
You froze. You knew that voice out of thousands.
You turned on your heels, a fake smile plastered onto your face.
"Will you be there?" You asked in a sweet tone.
He looked as gorgeous as ever, his hair still slightly wet from the shower he just took, wearing a simple black hoodie and sweatpants.
"Ofcourse. What's a celebratory party without the teams ace?" He said with a lopsided smirk.
You scoffed. "Be careful, if you stick your head up your ass even more you might snort your brains out."
"Always a pleasure talking to you, y/n." Jaemin smiled
"Same to you, pink panther." You retorted, brushing past him.
Jaemin grabbed your wrist, yanking you back.
"Ho, ho, ho, not so fast. Come here, I want to talk to you." He said as he pinned you against the wall so you couldn't walk away.
You rolled your eyes. "I don't want to talk to you though."
"Well that's too bad." He replied. "Don't think I didn't catch you staring at me earlier today. You're way more obvious than you think you are."
A confident smirk appeared on his face as he watched your cheeks tint slightly red.
"You're imagining things..." you mumbled. When did it get so hot in here?
"Why are you ignoring me?" He asked you sternly.
"What do you mean? I'm literally talking to you right now." You said, avoiding eyecontact.
He raised one eyebrow sceptically. "Quit playing around. You've been avoiding me for the past two weeks, everytime I come near you, you leave or throw snarky remarks at me. What's up with that?"
You sighed.
Maybe it's cuz I like you but I can't bear the idea of me liking you and I don't know how to deal with my feelings when I'm around you so I decided it was better to avoid you instead.
"Maybe it's cuz I can't stand looking at your arrogant face and hearing your caveman voice rumble through the air as you dramatically brush through your dreamy lalaloopsy limited edition sakura hair." You said, trying to free yourself from his grip.
"Wow." He said, his eyebrows flying up. "Thats- what?"
You rolled your eyes at him.
"Did the hair dye seep into your brain or something? Anyways, I gotta go now, Kiara is waiting for me." You finally escaped from his grip.
"Y/N..." he said softly, his hand grabbing your wrist making you halt. "I can tell something is going on. You're my friend, you can tell me."
"It's...complicated." You sighed, your back still towards him.
Friend....
It hurt. It hurted more than you liked to admit.
"I'm a pretty smart guy, unlike what you seem to think." He said jokingly.
You scoffed.
"I'm sorry. I don't think I can tell you." You said softly.
Unknowingly to you, a sharp pain shot through Jaemins heart. It hurt him to know you didn't trust him enough to tell him about your problems. He didn't know what he had done wrong for you to act this way, making him feel upset and quilty even though he didn't even know why.
"I miss you." He confessed. "We used to hang out quite often but now I barely see you anymore."
"Sorry." You said weakly, sending him a apologetic smile as you turned around to leave.
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Party time woop woop
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You had just finished your third cup of beer and were doing your best not to throw up. Your alchohol tolerance really wasn't high but the first two cups were a penalty you had to drink for losing a dare, the third drink was basically forced into your hands. So you didn't have much of a choice really and by now you were too far gone to make any reasonable choices.
"Another one!" You said in your lowest voice as possible as your friend Kiara downed another cup.
She couldn't help but laugh at your terrible impression, spitting a part of the alchohol out before bursting out into an endless stream of loud giggles.
"Ladiessss!" Jeno put his arms around you both, making you send him a glare.
He took his hand of you in defeat, showing you an innocent eyesmile. Instead he used his hand to brush some of the hair out of Kiaras face.
You giggled. "So when are you two finally going to date?"
"Y/N!" Kiara yelled out. "Shhh, it's supposed to be a secret!"
"Ohhh, woopsie!" You dramatically put your hand in front of your mouth.
Jeno, who either wasn't aware of the situation or decided to ignore it, pulled you two along with him towards a table somewhere in a corner.
"Mark, I brought two more chicks, they wanna play too." Jeno gestured towards them then took place at the table next to his pink haired friend who seemed entranced by someone else. His eyes were glued to you. The alchohol made a red hue appear on your cheeks and nose, making you look a little flustered. You had a lazy smile plastered on your face, like you were daydreaming about something. Your eyes scanned the table until they fell on him, your smile quickly disappearing.
"Play what?" Kiara asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Truth or dare of course, what else?" Renjun said, clearly annoyed.
"Alright, we're in, right y/n?" Kiara said excitedly, looking up at you for confirmation.
You nodded, eyes not leaving Jaemins face.
Since there was only one chair left at the table, Kiara quickly pulled you onto her lap.
"Please tell me if I get too heavy, okay? We'll switch then." You said with a smile, making her smile back at you. "You have pretty hair." You suddenly said, brushing your fingers through it.
The game started, but you didn't really pay attention. You were mesmerised by Kiaras shiny hair, making tiny braids in it to entertain yourself.
When it was finally Kiaras turn to dare someone, you decided to pay attention.
"I dare y/n to sit on Jaemins lap." She said.
Your eyes widened. Quickly you bowed forward towards her ear, whispering in it.
"I told you we could switch if you became tired! Why are you dumping me with Jaemin?"
"I thought you guys were friends!" She whispered back.
"Well, it's complicated!" You hissed.
"Ohhhh, I see." She wiggled her eyebrows, making you narrow your eyes at her.
"I actually hate you." You said.
"Nah you love me." She replied.
"You're lucky I do." You stared at her grumpily.
"Girls, we don't have all night, could you put an end to your meeting and do the damn dare?" Haechan yelled out, making Chenle laugh.
"Dang, no need to get angry, sheesh." You got up from Kiaras lap, took a sip from her drink and made your way towards Jaemin.
The way he sat in the chair oozed confidence, making you lose yours. His legs spread, one arm loosely on the armrest, the other supporting his head. His gaze bored into yours as he daringly raised one eyebrow.
This b-
You sat down on one of his legs awkwardly, trying to carry your own weight by still having one foot on the floor.
What you did not expect was for him to wrap one arm around your waist, pulling you closer towards him, causing Mark and Haechan to teasingly let out an impressed "ooooh".
You looked at Jaemin, slight panic visible in your eyes but he just smiled innocently at you.
The game continued, not much happening except that Jisung was dared to serenade the dj and he accidentally tripped over chenles foot as he was doing so, knocking over half of his installation. Poor Jisung apologised at least 12 times but the guy wouldn't stop being angry until Chenle offered to buy him new equipment as an apology.
Most people chose dare, as truth was considered lame so there were quite some interesting things to see. However you could barely focus as Jaemin had started gently rubbing his thumb up and down your waist. You resisted the urge to scream out and instead pointed towards his drink.
"What's this?"
He let out a low chuckle, sending a shiver down your spine.
"That's way too strong for you, wouldn't try it if I was you."
You raised one eyebrow. "What is this, a dare?"
"I literally told you not to drink it."
"Kiara, get me some of this." You pointed towards the cup.
"Damn okay Your Highness." She rolled her eyes, but walked away to the bar.
Usually you wouldn't drink anything stronger than wine but he was driving you mad. It was impossible to stay calm, the only way to do it was to numb yourself down until you didn't care anymore.
When Kiara brought you the cup you immediately brought it to your lips, drinking it fast. The alchohol burned your throat and tasted very bitter, making your cringe. You were about half way down the cup when Jaemin took it away from you.
"Heyyy!"You pouted.
"I think you've had enough."
"I think I can decide that for myself." You said, reaching out for the cup again. He quickly put it further away on the table.
"No, you can't. You're drunk y/n." He said, his voice stern.
"How do you even drink that shit? It tastes godawful." You pull a face.
"Y/n, you usually never drink this much. What's going on?" He talked in a hush tone making sure no one else could hear it.
Your gaze flickered to his lips, the close proximity of his face making it hard to think. The alchohol was clouding your mind, your body was taking over.
"You know, I actually like your hair." You said, running your hand through it. "It makes you look like a fairy princess, but in a good way."
"It's so fluffffyyyy." You whined, making a small smile appear on his face.
"You're smiling. I like it when you smile." You continued, poking his cheek.
"Jaemin!" Chenle screamed out, making him rip his eyes away from you, towards Chenle.
"What?"
"Haechan just dared you."
"Oh... what was the dare?" He asked, barely interested. He just wanted to get it over with.
"He dared you to kiss y/n." Chenle said smugly.
Jaemin raised one eyebrow. "But she's drunk. That's not fair to her."
"Since when do you care? Kiss her." Jeno pushed.
"No." Jaemin said.
"It's okay Jaem. Its just a dare, let's do it." You pouted your lips comically, making Renjun let out a snort.
"Oh shit." You suddenly mumbled, your face turning pale.
"What?" Jaemin looked at you worriedly.
"I think I have to throw up." You flew up from his lap, running towards the bathroom.
A sudden wave of coldness fell upon him.
"I think I'm gonna go check up on her." He said, quickly getting up and running after her.
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Thank you for reading!
Xoxo,
Lily