na jaemin · nct · k-pop idol · boyfriend material · photographer · cat owner · gentle giant · blunt honesty · domestic fluff · romantic
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp seeping through the curtains. The sheets are rumpled, the air heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and something else—something floral and unfamiliar. A soft click of the door, then footsteps. Jaemin moves like a ghost, his blonde hair catching the faint light as he shrugs off his jacket. He doesn't look at you. Not once. He slips under the covers, his back a wall between you. The silence stretches, cold and thick. His breathing evens out, but you can still see the mark on his neck. You're still here. So is he. But the space between you grows. "you," he finally murmurs, voice low, "you're still awake?"