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A Work of Heart

For Anon~ Sorry about the terribly cheesy title, I couldn’t help myself. I hope this is close to what you were thinking of when you requested, and I apologize for taking forever to write this! If you want a version that’s more fluffy and doesn’t have the awkward scenes I wrote, feel free to rerequest and I’ll rewrite it.

Genre: X Reader, fluff, some slight…mature content? It’s not exactly smut but whatever…

Member(s): Jongin

POV: 3rd Person

Warning(s): Some crappily written kiss scenes, a probably fast-moving plot that makes little to no sense, mentions of nudity, a super crappy Titanic reference that wasn’t really necessary

Summary: Jongin and (y/n) are inseparable. He’s an artist, and she, though unaware, is his beloved muse. But will she become more?

Originally posted by intokai


It all started when Jongin and (y/n) were both 14.


“Go do something outside. You spend way too much time inside drawing in that notebook of yours. If you’re going to ignore people to draw, at least get some fresh air while you’re at it.” Jongin’s parents told him before forcing him outside. He pressed his lips together, pouting a little, before marching himself and his notebook over to the nearby café. Taking a seat at a table meant for two, he opened his notebook and continued his most recent sketch, oblivious to the world around him.

(y/n) walked into the café with some of her friends, getting coffees and taking a seat at a booth near Jongin.

“So, (y/n), have you found anything to do? Your parents told you to find a hobby, right?” Yoon-Ah asked, sipping her coffee.

(y/n) shook her head.

“I’ve been wanting to learn to draw.” She hummed, shrugging. “But I can’t seem to find a good teacher.”

Min-Hee tapped her chin in thought.

“There’s this one guy at school, he’s always drawing…” She said.

(y/n) furrowed her eyebrows. She’d never seen any guys drawing at school. But of course, she didn’t really pay much attention to guys, other than the boys who lived on her block, like Minseok and Baekhyun.

“Who is he?” She asked, still thinking.

“He’s…ah, I can’t remember his name! But he’s the best in art class, Mr. Xi just rambles on and on about him…Yah, (y/n), why don’t you just get a schedule change and take art?” Min-Hee asked.

“It’s over half-way through the school year, changing my schedule now would be preposterous!” (y/n) scoffed, rolling her eyes. “And besides, art class is for the kids who are good at art. Me, I need more of a private teacher or something before I can even think about taking art class.” She chuckled.

“Psh, art class is art class. You learn! You should just do it!”

“Min-Hee, why don’t you teach her?” Yoon-Ah challenged.

“Me?” Min-Hee exclaimed. “I never said I was good. I’m only in the class for the cute guys. And besides, I do ceramics, not drawing.”

Yoon-Ah groaned, rubbing a hand over her face.

“Anyway, (y/n),” Min-Hee said, turning to you. “You should ask that boy if he’ll teach you. He’s wicked talented.” Her eyes widened as if to emphasize her words.

“What’s his name?”

“Um…I think it’s like Jun…Junmyeon?” She said, narrowing her eyes in thought.

“Junmyeon is in Leadership, not art.” Yoon-Ah said exasperatedly. “And he can barely draw a stick figure, much less be top of the art class.”

“Okay, okay! Not Junmyeon, then. It starts with a ‘J’, I know that.”

“Jongdae?” (y/n) asked.

“No, no, no! It’s…aha! It’s Jongin, yes, Kim Jongin!” Min-Hee yelped, flailing her arms in victory. “That’s who it is!”

“Kim Jongin…” (y/n) said. “Never heard of him.”

“Oh, I know who you’re talking about.” Yoon-Ah nodded, taking another sip of her coffee. “Yeah, I think he’s here, actually. I swear I saw him when we came in.” She craned her neck, looking around for him.

“There he is!” Min-Hee squealed, pointing at him. “He’s so cute, isn’t he?”

(y/n) glanced at the boy she was pointing at. He didn’t even notice the three pairs of eyes on him. He was bent over his notebook, his face like a statue as he concentrated on whatever he was drawing.

“You should ask him if he’d teach you, (y/n)!” Min-Hee screeched. (y/n) kept staring at the boy, surprised that he still hadn’t even acknowledged them. Intrigued, she unconsciously slid out of the booth, her legs propelling her towards his lonely table.

“Hello,” she said, taking the seat across from him.

He looked up, quickly shutting his notebook and smiling hesitantly.

“Um, hi.” He said cautiously, looking as though he didn’t trust her.

“I’m (y/n). We go to school together, I think.” She said coolly, impressing and shocking herself with her surprising smoothness and confidence.

He bit his lip, before nodding.

“Yeah, I’ve seen you and Min-Hee together before. I didn’t think you ever noticed me, though.” He replied.

She blushed a little, flustered.

“I kind of didn’t notice you. But Min-Hee told me you were amazing at drawing and that you went to our school, and I thought maybe I could ask you to teach me? To draw, I mean. Since I’m looking for a hobby.” She babbled.

His smile changed from forced to genuine, and he wasn’t quite sure why. Maybe he found your babbling amusing, or he was flattered by the fact that someone thought his work was amazing. He wasn’t sure, but he knew that, for some reason, he was more than willing to interact with a person, if that person was you.

“Uh, sure.” He said, flipping open his notebook. “Here, let me show you some of my first work…”

As it turned out, (y/n) was not exactly an “artsy” type of person. She lacked the patience it took to draw something, and found drawing to be kind of boring anyway. Nonetheless, she and Jongin created a friendship over her failure as his student.


“What are you drawing today, Jonginnie?” (y/n) asked, plopping her bag down on the bench and sitting beside him. “God, what do teachers make us put in these bags? I’m gonna have back problems and I’m only 16!”

Jongin chuckled, turning his notebook her way, careful not to flip to the next page.

“What is that?” She asked, cocking her head curiously.

“It’s supposed to be a dancer,” he hummed, searching her face for her opinion. “It’s got a few rough edges, I’m not done with it yet.”

(y/n) stared, before blinking.

“Oh, it’s nice,” she said nonchalantly, feeling mischievous.

“Nice?” He echoed, his eyes flitting to hers. He was used to her praising his work. Had he made her mad?

“Mm hmm, yeah. Nice.” She replied, not looking him in the eye. She bit her lower lip, trying to hold back her laughter.

Just nice?” He whined, tilting her head up so he could see her face.

She couldn’t help it. She snorted, and he realized he had been tricked.

“YAH! (y/n)! I was worried there that maybe you thought it was ugly or I had made you mad or something!” He yelped, shaking his head at her. She burst out laughing.

“Silly Jonginnie,” she said between laughs. “It looks amazing, really. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I can’t be late to my next class, and it’s across the campus. I’ll see you later!” She picked up her back and walked off.

He smiled to himself, turning the page to what he was really working on. A picture of (y/n), one of many. This one featured her in a field of dandelions, sitting and making wishes. He grinned, wishing he could jump into the picture. He flipped back to other pages, pictures he’d drawn of (y/n) in every way, shape, form, or place he could imagine: (y/n) trying to cook, (y/n) eating ramen, he and (y/n) stargazing, (y/n) laughing with her friends…

His heart beat a little quicker in his chest as he had a new thought for a drawing, one he was surprised by: (y/n), lying in his bed with his shirt on. He blinked, a little startled by the thought. He had to admit though, the thought was not an unpleasant one. Flipping to a clean page, he began to sketch an outline of her body. He had never thought to draw (y/n) in such a way before, and he wasn’t quite sure why he was now. His hand continued creating lines on the paper. He couldn’t stop himself. He blamed the hormones.


The friendship between (y/n) and Jongin even continued into college.


“C’mon, Jongin…” (y/n) whined, leaning her head on his shoulder as she stretched out her legs on the grass. “Finals are finally over, why can’t we go to a party, or a bar, or something?”

He sighed, smiling at her.

“I’m busy. As soon as I finish up this sketch, then we can go.” He replied, shaking his head as (y/n) tugged on his arm. “You know, if you keep pulling on my arm, I’m gonna make a mistake and have to start all over again.”

She groaned, slumping.

“Just what exactly are you drawing, anyway?” She murmured, glancing over.

He quickly flipped the page to an older drawing.

“Lame,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him. “You’ve already shown me this one, why can’t I see what you’re working on now?”

He shrugged, grinning at her.

“It’s a secret.”

“Will you tell me?”

“Nope,” he said cheekily.

She threw her arms in the air, rolling her eyes.

“Will you at least let me see it when you’re done?” She wailed.

“Maybe.”

But really, he knew he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. After that day he’d drawn (y/n) in his shirt, he’d found himself thinking of similar ideas more and more frequently. And he drew them all. He had drawn more pictures of her than he had taken with her. But he could never show them to her. He couldn’t imagine how she’d react. Scratch that, he definitely could. He could imagine (y/n) being terrified, weirded out, disgusted even. He couldn’t have that. Why? Because, as much as he had wanted to deny it, as much as he had wanted to blame it on the teenager hormones, he knew. He knew that he was in love with her. He wasn’t a teenager anymore, and yet, his heart still fluttered when he saw her. His chest still tightened every time she made a comment about some other guy. He simply couldn’t get away from her, she was always in his thoughts. He knew he loved her, she had been there for him for so long, and he couldn’t imagine life without her anymore. (y/n) had drawn him out of his shell, praising his drawings while somehow managing to make him pull his head out of his notebook. He loved her.

“Are you done?” She asked, poking him and pulling him out of his thoughts.

Smiling down at her dazedly, he nodded.

“Fine, you win. I’m done.” He said, closing his notebook and slipping it in his backpack. Standing up and helping her to her feet, he asked, “Where do you want to go?”

She pressed her lips together, a habit she had that she did when she was thinking. Jongin’s heart pitter-pattered in his chest, and he inwardly cursed himself for being so pathetic.

“Let’s go to the club,” she said decidedly. “I need to go to my apartment and take a shower.” She sniffed him and scrunched up her nose. “You should shower, too. Come get me at six?”

He nodded.


Two hours passed by quickly, and before he knew it, he was standing outside (y/n)’s apartment, knocking gently on the door.

“It’s open!” she hollered, throwing stuff around as she searched for her purse.

He opened the door, making disapproving noises as he caught sight of (y/n) flinging her throw pillows everywhere.

“You really ought to be more careful, you know?” He asked, walking towards her. “What if it wasn’t me outside? What if it was some pervert or something?”

She scoffed, looking at him for a second.

“Are you saying you’re not a pervert?” She questioned teasingly.

He swallowed hard, before forcing out a laugh.

If only she knew the things I’ve drawn… He thought, gulping.

“FINALLY!” She exclaimed, grabbing her purse off the coffee table. She straightened her dress, posing for Jongin. “How do I look?”

He stared, his heartbeat quickening. She looked exquisite, her sparkly dress covering just enough leg to not be considered “skanky,” not that a girl as beautiful as (y/n) could ever be considered skanky. Her makeup was minimal, highlighting her gorgeous natural features. She wore medium heels, but she would draw attention even without the height addition. She was stunning. He didn’t blink, trying to commit the image to memory so he could draw it later.

“Well?” She stared at him, waiting for him to answer.

“Um, you look…nice,” he said, hoping she wouldn’t notice his face flushing.

“Nice?” She narrowed her eyes, before laughing. “I remember when I told you that about one of your drawings. You were shocked.” She laughed again, before grabbing his arm. “Ready?”

They decided to walk to the club, enjoying the cool evening air and the chattering of people, everyone ecstatic about finals being over. The club was packed, but they managed to find two stools at the bar.

Jongin couldn’t hear a thing over the loud blasting music, so when (y/n) nudged him and handed him a shot, he had no idea what he was drinking. He didn’t really care, either, all he could think about was drawing (y/n) as soon as he got home. She nudged him again, glaring at the shot he still held in his hand.

“ARE YOU GONNA DRINK IT?” He could hear her scream over the music.

He rolled his eyes, nodding. She watched him expectantly. He downed the shot easily, wincing slightly at the burn. He’d never been much of an alcohol person, or a clubbing person, but he had quickly realized that he’d have to suck it up and go if he didn’t want (y/n) getting hit on by any sleazebags.

She grinned at him, quickly handing him another. He groaned, before downing that one as well. She cheered, drinking hers as well. This went on for a while, the two of them drinking shot after shot until the buzz in them grew stronger and stronger. Eventually, (y/n) pulled on Jongin’s arm, yelling, but he couldn’t hear her.

“LET”S DANCE!” She repeated, her words a bit slurred.

He chuckled, allowing her to drag him onto the dance floor. He watched, amused, as she swayed her hips, her arms swinging wildly above her head, eyes closed as she allowed herself to be taken by the music. If he wasn’t drunk already, he was certain he could get drunk off of watching her dance. She furrowed her eyebrows, her eyes flying open and narrowing at him accusingly.

“Why aren’t you dancing?” She shouted, grabbing his arms and moving them.

He snorted, but began to dance, just as hectically as she had. She bit her lip, watching him.

In all the times they’d gone clubbing together, she had never convinced him to dance, until now. She almost wondered if he hadn’t secretly taken dance lessons or something. The way he moved surprised her, to say the least. She was used to quiet, artistic Jongin. In no way was (y/n) prepared for drunk, sexy, dancing Jongin. She loved her friend, how peaceful and talented he was. But this, this was possibly more amazing. She wasn’t sure, maybe it was just the alcohol plaguing her mind.

Jongin opened his eyes, looking down at (y/n). She had stopped dancing, and was now looking at him, her eyes filled with surprise and…lust? He wasn’t sure, maybe whatever was in the shots had driven him crazy. Maybe the alcohol did mess him up, because there was no way he was actually…

But he was, even if he didn’t notice. He leaned down, tucking a strand of (y/n)’s hair behind her ear, before cupping her cheek and pressing his lips softly against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he nibbled on her lower lip, a request for entrance. She complied, her lips parting as her tongue darted out to mingle with his. They both let out a little moan, savoring the aftertaste of vodka and the warmth of each other’s mouths. He pulled away first, blushing shyly. She blinked dazedly, gripping his shoulder for balance.

“I’m sorry, I-“

She pressed a finger against his lips, shushing him instantly.

“Can we go back to my apartment?” She whispered.

“O-of course…” He replied nervously. “I’m really sorry, I…”

She walked off, and he followed hesitantly.


They walked down the block to her apartment, Jongin always staying a few steps behind. When they got to her door, she turned to him.

“Won’t you come in?” She asked, cocking her head at him.

“I-I shouldn’t, I…” She grabbed his collar, pulling him in behind her and slamming the door shut before cupping his cheeks and tugging his face down to hers.

She puckered her lips, their teeth clashing as she kissed him fiercely. She ran her hands through his silky hair, knotting her fingers through it roughly as she probed his hot mouth with her tongue. He groaned, fighting back with his tongue. He seized her waist, pulling her body even closer, until there wasn’t a single part of them that wasn’t somehow touching. She pulled away, gasping for breath. He panted, staring at her, surprised. She stared back, her eyes filled with mixed emotions.

“You know what?” He said between breaths, “I know I’m going to regret this, but what the hell. (y/n), I…I love you. I’ve loved you for so long. I…I draw you all the time, but you don’t know it. I’ve drawn you so many times, I swear I know your body under those clothes. I’ve drawn you so many sinful ways, I’ll probably go to hell. But I can’t help myself.” He bit his lip, looking down and cursing himself as her eyes widened.

“Jongin…” She whispered, running her hand over his bicep. He glanced up at her, eyes terrified. She pursed her lips, seeming to change her words. “Show me.” She finally said.

He blinked.

“What?”

“Show me your drawings. I know you never go anywhere without that notebook of yours. So go get it out of your car, and show me.” She murmured.

He nodded, rushing out quickly and retrieving it from his car.

“Here,” he muttered, passing it to her.

She opened it, flipping through the pages until she came across the picture he’d drawn that one day, in high school. She gaped at it, her fingers stroking the page gently.

“Jongin?”

“Yes?” He said meekly, terrified.

“This…is beautiful.”

He flushed, shaking his head.

“That’s one of the better ones,” he said quietly.

She flipped through the other pages, each image shocking her more and more. There were so many drawings of her, some appropriate and some worthy of being submitted to a smut blog or something. She reached one where she laid on a couch, one that looked vaguely like the couch in Jongin’s apartment, her hair spread over her shoulders and her hands cupping her breasts. Her jaw dropped, her eyes flitting to Jongin’s red face, which was only growing brighter in color.

“J-Jongin,” she stuttered. “Is…is this really what you’ve been drawing all along?”

He swallowed hard, nodding slightly.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s…it’s creepy, but I…”

“Don’t you want to see the real thing, Jongin?” She whispered.

His head snapped up, his eyes widening to the size of ostrich eggs.

“(y/n), I-“

Before he could finish his sentence, she slipped her dress over her head, revealing her braless form. He covered his eyes instantly, his face growing extremely hot. She snickered, tugging at his hands.

“C’mon, Jongin, aren’t artists supposed to use models? Draw me like one of your French girls,” She giggled drunkenly.

“What?” He sputtered.

She laughed again.

“Never mind, I was quoting a movie. Anyway, Jonginnie, it’s not like you haven’t drawn worse. Think of this as…a way to improve your skills.” She pressed a small kiss against his pouty lips, and he sighed, his hands slowly sliding down his face.

He bit his lip, looking her over shyly, his cheeks flushing even redder. He took a deep breath, before nodding hesitantly.

“Okay…fine.”

She smiled, pecking his lips again, before bounding over to the couch and settling herself in a position similar to the one he had sketched.

“Is this good?” She asked curiously, quirking a brow.

He nodded, picking up his sketchbook and his pencil. He sat down in the armchair across from her, crossing his legs awkwardly. She chuckled.

“Maybe if you do a good job, Jongin, I’ll let you take a closer look,” she said, smirking.

He coughed, somewhat surprised, before beginning to sketch. Time flew by, his mind in his notebook. His cheeks eventually cooled, and even in his somewhat drunken stupor, he managed to create a beautiful sketch.

“(y/n), I’m finished,” he said, looking up. A small smile took over his face when he saw her head lolled to the side, soft snores passing through her rosy lips.

He closed his notebook, tiptoeing over and placing a blanket over her. He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, before heading out, locking the door behind him.

He managed to get to his car, and somehow even drove himself home, his mind filled with nothing but thoughts of (y/n). He didn’t even notice him changing himself into his pajama pants, he didn’t even realize how tired he was until his head hit the pillow.


Jongin woke up the next morning, his head pounding slightly. He could hear his phone vibrating on his nightstand, alerting him that someone wanted to talk to him. Picking it up, he groaned, seeing that it was (y/n).

(y/n), He thought. Surely she must hate me now.

He let the call go to voicemail, as he did with the next one, and the next one, until he finally just put his phone on Do Not Disturb, before falling back asleep.


He managed to avoid her for two days, until after over 4 dozen ignored calls, (y/n) realized that if she wanted to talk to him, she’d have to go to his apartment herself. Which she did.


Jongin jumped, pausing the movie he was watching. He cocked his head, waiting for the sound. There it was again, a knocking sound on his door. He paced over, opening the door without thinking. He glanced down, his eyes widening when he saw who was there.

“Hey, Jongin,” (y/n) said, smiling warmly.

He stared, before moving to shut the door. She managed to push her way in, her eyes on his the whole time.

“I haven’t heard from you in a while,” she said calmly. “I was worried.”

“I-it’s been two d-days,” he croaked, pushing some hair out of his face.

“Mm hmm. Have you checked your phone at all, Jongin?”

“Y-yes,” He mumbled.

“And why, might I ask, haven’t you answered any of my calls?” She stared up at him expectantly.

He sighed, biting his lip nervously.

“I was scared,” he whispered, “about what happened…I thought you wanted to call and tell me I was weird, I was creepy, that you didn’t want to be friends anymore…”

“And why would I do that?” She asked incredulously, her intimidating demeanor disappearing.

“Because…” He swallowed hard. “It’s true. I am weird, I am creepy…and-“

“Jongin, do you remember what you told me?”

“I’ve told you a lot of things.”

“Yes, but there’s one thing I’m specifically talking about. It was recently.”

He blinked, shrugging.

She rolled her eyes, taking his hand in hers.

“You told me you loved me.” She said quietly. “And I didn’t get to tell you what I wanted to. The thing is…” She traced a line on his palm. “I love you, too.”

He tilted his head, before realizing what she said. He stared at her, eyes wide, jaw slack.

“What…? I thought…”

“That I’d hate you?”

“Well, yeah, and that you’d be upset…”

She withdrew her hand from his, wrinkling her nose.

“What makes you think I’m not upset?”

He gulped, stuttering out, “A-are you?”

She gaped at him.

“Of course!” She exclaimed, before smiling. “You ignored me for two whole days!”

He laughed, leaning forward to place a kiss on her forehead.

“I’m sorry, (y/n)-ah,” he said, grinning. “I won’t ignore you…if you’ll be my girlfriend?”

(y/n)’s lips curled up in a big smile.

“Of course,” she cooed, before looking at him mischievously. “Who else would you draw if I said no?”


Wow. I think this is the longest thing I’ve ever written in my life.

I hope you guys enjoyed it! I know I’ve written literally nothing lately ;-; I just started this blog and I’m already failing. I’ll try to be better for you guys, I promise. I’ll start fulfilling more requests soon. But for now, I need to go to bed! Love you all! <3

  • Sang Min: Well, it took you long enough, you two. When was the happy event?
  • Danny: We are not married.
  • Chin: If you fight like a married couple, and touch like a married couple…
  • Sang Min: What he said.
  • Steve: June 5th.
  • Danny: Not helpful, babe.
  • Steve: Sorry, sweetie.
  • Chin: [to Sang Min] Now do you see what I have to work with?
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