#might write a prequel for this soon fkshfjhefh

[dearcnehle]

fate.

rich!ex!jaemin x rich!reader au

1.3k words, angst, ¿fluff?

summary: it was a simple family gathering, lunch at the na’s family garden. your niece, however, is a bit too invested in your love life.

!warning(s)!: mentions of fighting

a/n: hi!! this is the first-ever au that i’ve EVER written hdjahdjahs plz be nice. also, english isn’t my first language :// sooo if there are any corrections in grammar and punctuations, that would be a big help! i rlly hope you enjoy reading ghkshgk tysmm<33

not proofread!

"Auntie Y/N!” A small voice came towards you, running. You were currently situated on a small bench in front of the Na’s humongous fountain. It was your niece. Her eyes gleaming with innocence, her nose as cute as a button, and her smile that was all too familiar to you. She hopped onto your lap, startling you.

“Hi, sweetheart. How have you been?” You answered with a knowing smile on your face, it doesn’t help that your niece was adorable.

“Mommy and Daddy have been fighting a lot, me and my brother sleep together at night because we get scared.” She whispered in your ear, a hand covering her mouth so no one else can know what she’s talking about. After what your niece had said, a bunch of question marks formed above your head. Fighting? Your sister and… Jaemin?

Growing up, you and your sister have had a handful of arguments, disagreeing on all kinds of things; the small and the big. But overall, your sister was the sweetest. She always had your back and you always had hers, the two of you loved each other. And Jaemin, he was a sweetheart.

“I’m so sorry for that, darling. Do you mind telling me what they were fighting about?” You asked carefully, you know that it’s bad to get into someone else’s business but you can’t help but pry.

“I always hide under the blankets but I hear Mommy saying the word “beloved” a lot. Do you know what that means, Auntie Y/N?” She says while playing with the rings on your fingers. At the word “beloved”, a shiver goes down your spine, your eyes start shaking and you feel your heart beating out of your chest.

“O-oh, I don’t know what it means. Maybe you can ask your Mommy about it next time?” You suggest nervously, a single bead of sweat making its way down your forehead despite the cool winds of autumn.

“I guess I’ll ask her later. Auntie Y/N, can I ask you a question?” The girl on your lap looks at you with her adorable doe eyes, she obviously got them from your sister. You nod at her, prompting her to go on.

“Why don’t you have a husband? You’re the prettiest auntie that I have!” She exclaimed while throwing her hands in the air to justify her point. You let out a little giggle at your niece’s adorable actions, yet you feel your insides twist and turn. You exactly know the reason why you don’t have a husband, but how do you explain it to your 7-year-old niece?

“Well, I chose not to have a husband. Besides, it’s fun being single.” You answer with a half-hearted smile on your face, hoping it’s enough to satisfy your niece.

“Doesn’t it get lonely, Auntie? You’re just by yourself. Look at Mommy and Daddy! They have each other.” She states, making a strong point, but breaking your heart in the process. 

“It does get lonely all by myself. But, I don’t think I can love anyone anymore, darling.” You answer truthfully, your emotions are coming out and you hate it. You always become so vulnerable when it comes to these topics, and you certainly don’t want to cry in front of your niece.

“Oh? You used to love someone, Auntie?” Your niece squeaks out, clearly interested in the topic you have brought up.

“I still love them, darling. But, I shouldn’t.” You said in a soft voice, staring at your niece with sincerity in your eyes. Her face contorts at this, might be a little too much to understand for her age. Her nose scrunched and her eyebrows furrowed together, you can almost see the cogs moving inside her head.

“Then who is it, Auntie?” She mutters after a reasonable amount of time, trying her best to understand what you just said. And you try to compose yourself, how do i tell you that it’s your da-

“Sweetie! It’s time to come inside!” A voice hollered from inside the home, slowly walking up to the two of you in the garden. You could recognize that voice from miles away, it was the same voice that used to call you “beloved”.

Your niece, however, had a frown on her face. She was clearly invested in the conversation you two were having, but it had to be cut short.

“Daddy, I’m talking to Auntie Y/N!” The little girl exclaimed with the cutest pout on her face, a pout that scarily resembled her father’s. A part of you was relieved, you didn’t have to tell her who your secret love was.

“It’s okay, darling. Your father’s looking for you now, you should probably go.” You said in a convincing tone, trying to get the reluctant girl to go to her father.

“But you haven’t told me who it is yet!” She was now throwing a proper fit, with her arms crossed and her cheeks puffed out.

“Who’re you talking about, honey?” asked Jaemin, who was now knelt in front of you and your niece.

“Auntie Y/N was about to tell me about the person she loves!” The girl exclaimed, an angry pout still plastered onto her lips. Her father can’t help but chuckle at her antics, ruffling her hair in the process. You, however, felt embarrassed. You were about to say something to defend yourself but Jaemin beat you to it.

“Well, I’m pretty sure that the person that your Auntie Y/N loves is someone lovely, honey. Someone who makes her laugh and makes her feel loved.” He said while patting his daughter’s head and you felt like crying. Your niece seemed pretty satisfied with her father’s answer, making grabby hands toward him as a sign that she wanted to be carried. After that, Jaemin looked you in the eye, offering a smile. But, it wasn’t like the other ones that you received in the past.

“You coming in, Y/N?” He asked with the same careful tone he always used to use, still dripping with love. You shook your head no and he understood, making his way back into the house with his daughter in his arms.

You realized that you were the only one left in the Na’s family garden. All alone, you let your emotions come out. Glistening tears making their way down your face, you miss him so much.

Na Jaemin. If love was a person, it would be him. He was the someone who made you laugh and the someone who made you feel loved. He was the one who called you “love” and on some occasions, he would call you “beloved”. Do you know how people tell you that there is someone destined for you? You never thought of anyone besides him. Na Jaemin, the boy who used to give you flowers whenever you were sad and used to drive you to McDonald’s at 1 AM just to buy you chicken nuggets. He used to cuddle you to sleep and shower your face with kisses when you wake up. Na Jaemin, your greatest love. It’s sad, isn’t it? You used to lay in bed, cuddled in each other’s arms, giggling about the thought of little Y/N’s and little Jaemin’s running all over the place.

Fate is cruel. Who would’ve thought that your sister would get wedded to the love of your life? All because of business. Sometimes you wish to be born in another life, where everything is easier and without parents who are watching your every move. Maybe then loving Na Jaemin would be easier.

You have nothing left but your memories with him, clouding your mind every single moment. Every touch, every glance, every word he has spoken to you since the very beginning. That’s all you have, and that’s more than enough. But you can’t help but want more, knowing that Na Jaemin is thinking the same things as you.