pull me under
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pairing — na jaemin x (fem.) reader (ex!mark)
genres — fluff, angst, slight comedy (but i’m not very funny).
aus — college au, almost fwb, bartender au.
disclaimers — swearing, alcohol consumption, insecurities, anxiety attacks, mentions of sex (no explicit smut, as per usual).
length — 15.5k
synopsis: one estranged at the hands of love and the other tethered to his reputation. it’s no wonder they find solace within each other.
a/n: i’m so sorry to do this to you guys on a weekly, i swear, dropping double digit k fics is not normal and has definitely fucked with my sleep schedule ++ i hit 127 followers on thursday! for a total of four minutes but it was cool while it lasted! thank you!
maybe it all started when na jaemin got the job at the bar. it certainly didn’t suit him, not the sweet boy he was, keyword on ‘was.’ he’d taken a course on bartending over the summer between senior year high school and his first year of college, just for fun until he realized he could actually use his license to get a job that paid slightly above minimum wage. maybe, it all started when he’d seen a classmate at the bar, a pretty girl at that, who’d smiled in a way that could only be classified as flirtatiously. maybe that’s what had jaemin winking back, for the first time in his life. maybe that’s what got him laid later that night. and maybe that’s how he started to identify as more of a fuckboy than a heartthrob. it was a far out though new feeling, he thought. high school jaemin could never, he thought.
but maybe it all started to come to an end when you walked into the bar for the fourth time that week, eyes rimmed red and breath already tinged with alcohol. you ordered a draft beer from him, something light to keep you slightly buzzed but not completely knocked out. the hands of the clock were nearing two in the morning and the bar, especially the area of the counter he was tending, was beginning to empty out. jaemin struck conversation once you were the only one left and seven minutes before his shift ended.
he realizes, again, that you have zero recollection of him though he’d also struck conversation for the three nights before.
