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…
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?
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
(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?”
“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
“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
“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
“Just nice?” He whined, tilting her head up so he could see her
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
“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.
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
“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
“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?”
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
“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
“Are you saying you’re not a pervert?” She questioned
He swallowed hard, before forcing
out a laugh.
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
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?”
“O-of course…” He replied
nervously. “I’m really sorry, I…”
She walked off, and he followed
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.
“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
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.
“Yes?” He said meekly, terrified.
He flushed, shaking his head.
“That’s one of the better ones,” he
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
“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.
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
“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
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).
He thought. Surely she must hate me
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
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
“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
She withdrew her hand from his,
wrinkling her nose.
“What makes you think I’m not
He gulped, stuttering out, “A-are
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
“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