genre: fluff, angst (it’s just reader’s anxiety lol), established relationships
pairing: boyfriend!jaemin x f!reader
synopsis: jaemin didn’t approve of tattoos and piercings, yet you got a belly piercing and were afraid of his reaction.
Jaemin never forbade you from doing anything to your body, like getting piercings or tattoos. But he often told you that you were beautiful just the way you were, and more than once, he mentioned that he didn’t like it when people altered their bodies with such procedures. He’d even said that if he had control over his friends and you, he wouldn’t allow any of you to get tattoos or piercings.
You found this side of him endearing and appreciated it, but you had always secretly dreamed of getting a belly piercing. You never told him about it because you weren’t sure you’d ever go through with it. But lately, the thought had been on your mind a lot.
And yesterday, you finally did it.
You and Jaemin lived together, and all of yesterday, you managed to hide your piercing by wearing a sweater. He didn’t suspect anything since the apartment was a bit chilly.
But today was different. Today, it was warm—too warm. Normally, you would wear one of your usual cropped tops at home, the ones that left your stomach exposed. But instead, you put on one of Jaemin’s oversized T-shirts.
The front door opened, and you heard his voice.
You smiled and walked into the hallway, throwing yourself into his arms.
"Did you miss me?" He pressed a kiss to your temple and pulled you even closer. You silently prayed he wouldn’t feel anything different about you.
"I always miss you, you know that. Come on in, I made dinner."
"Oh wow, you cooked? That’s new."
You playfully smacked his arm, and he laughed.
You were sitting in the kitchen, having dinner.
“Mmm, Y/N, this is really good!” Jaemin exclaimed, making you blush.
Then, his eyes flickered over you. “Are you wearing my T-shirt?”
You looked up at him and nodded hesitantly.
“Why? Isn’t it too warm? Aren’t you hot?”
Jaemin himself was only wearing a tank top, for obvious reasons. He was surprised not to see you in one of your usual crop tops, especially since you were always complaining about how hot it was at home.
“I wear your clothes all the time. What’s so surprising?” you tried to deflect, but he just tilted his head.
“Baby, I know that. I’m asking if you’re not too warm.”
You shook your head, and after a brief pause, he decided to drop the subject, returning to his food.
“Wanna watch a movie?” Jaemin asked as the two of you settled into bed, pulling the blanket over yourselves.
“Don’t you have to wake up early tomorrow?”
He shook his head and pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. Your heart started pounding in fear, but thankfully, his hand rested over the blanket draped over you.
You knew you had no reason to be scared. Jaemin had never forbidden you from doing anything, even things he didn’t particularly like. But you still valued his opinion, and deep down, you were afraid of how he might react. Besides, you had seen many people break up with their partners over changes in appearance or criticize them—what if Jaemin became one of them? It was silly, but you couldn’t help feeling anxious.
The movie started, and soon enough, you managed to relax, getting lost in the story. You ran your fingers through Jaemin’s hair, your other hand absentmindedly caressing his arm. You cherished moments like these with him—the quiet, intimate ones. You’d even say they were the best moments with him.
But then, Jaemin shifted slightly and, without thinking, slid his hand under the blanket.
When he placed his hand on your waist again, this time under the covers, you nearly stopped breathing. He didn’t seem to notice anything unusual, so you forced yourself to stay calm.
It’s fine, Y/N, everything’s fine. Just relax.
But everything wasn’t fine.
Because Jaemin started lifting your T-shirt.
His fingers brushed against your bare stomach, and in an instant, panic surged through you. You flinched and sat up so fast that it startled him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, eyes wide with confusion.
“I-I… I just remembered—I left the stove on!”
"Stove?" Jaemin raised an eyebrow and sat up as well. You nodded quickly and rushed to the kitchen. Once there, you clutched your chest and stood still for a few minutes.
"Damn, I shouldn't have done that..." you muttered to yourself, feeling the tension rise in your chest.
A few seconds later, you returned and lay back down. Jaemin didn’t say anything, and you hoped he believed your excuse. He covered you both with the blanket again, and you settled into the same position as before. But this time, Jaemin wasn’t being careful—he reached his hand directly towards your stomach.
You flinched, grabbing his wrist.
“Y/N?” Jaemin looked at you, confused. Since he’d come home, he’d sensed something was off with you, but he hadn’t pushed it. He’d hoped you’d tell him on your own, but you weren’t about to. Now, your strange behavior was throwing him off balance.
“What’s going on with you today?”
“It’s just… ticklish,” you tried to joke, but you could feel his intense gaze on you.
“You weren’t ticklish before,” he said coldly, and you swallowed nervously.
“No, nothing.”
"Then let's lie down and keep watching the movie?" Jaemin suggested. You nodded quietly, and you both laid back down. Once again, he tried to wrap his arm around your waist. You moved slightly, trying to avoid him accidentally touching your piercing, and shifted uncomfortably.
"Seriously, what's going on with you?" Jaemin asked, noticing your odd movement. You shook your head quickly.
"Nothing, it’s just... really uncomfortable."
Jaemin stayed silent, and when you finally relaxed enough to lie normally, he embraced you again, his hand brushing your stomach... and your piercing.
"What is this?" he asked, his voice full of confusion. You didn’t respond, staring at the TV. Jaemin reached out and touched your navel, his palm landing right on your piercing. The pain still lingered, and you gasped as it reminded you of the sensitivity.
You quickly pulled his hand away and pulled the blanket up to cover yourself. He sat up and watched you, but you ignored his gaze.
"Y/N, what is this?" he said in a stern tone. You kept your eyes on the movie, not answering.
"Ahh, Jaemin, look what he did! So silly!" You pointed at the TV, trying to change the subject, but Jaemin grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. The room fell silent, and you could feel the tears welling up inside you.
"Y/N, I’m talking to you." Jaemin’s voice was rare and serious. He usually spoke gently, but today, he was unusually strict.
You turned toward him, your eyes glassy with emotion.
"Y/N?" he said softly, then rushed to you, gently cupping your cheeks.
"I got a piercing... I'm sorry," you sobbed, and he looked at you with wide eyes.
"You disapprove of piercings and tattoos..."
He stared at you, confused.
"So what? You wanted to do it. What does that have to do with me?"
"I'm scared you’ll like me less..."
He laughed and hugged you tightly. You buried your face in his chest, clutching his shirt.
"Are you crazy? Even if you cover your whole face with piercings and tattoos, I won’t stop loving you. How could I like you less just because of a small piercing? Yeah, I think it can ruin the body, but Y/N, I’m not forbidding it, and I definitely don’t want to. I remember you saying you wanted a piercing somewhere. I didn’t stop loving you because of that thought."
You pulled your head back, surprised. "I said that?"
"You don’t remember? It was at Mark's birthday last year." You remembered. You’d been a little tipsy with everyone, but Jaemin was sober, so he remembered everything.
"Y/N, look at me." He turned your face toward him, and you looked into his eyes, just as he did into yours.
"I respect your opinion and your wishes. I love you not because of anything, I love you simply because you are you. Please, never cry because of this again and do whatever you think is right. I’ll always support you, and I’ll never leave you or stop loving you. I’ll still think of you and your body as the most beautiful, no matter what I said before. And I’m not an idiot to scold you for a tiny piercing."
"When you touched it, you got angry..."
Jaemin laughed, and you raised an eyebrow.
"I was a little angry today because you were hiding it from me and didn’t want to talk about it, not because of what you did."
You stayed silent for a moment before starting to smile. He smiled back and gently kissed you on the lips.
"Will you show me?" he asks as he pulls away slightly. You nod and push the blanket aside. As you begin lifting your shirt, Jaemin holds his breath. His eyes lock onto the delicate piercing on your navel.
"Wow... I didn’t think a piercing could make me feel this way," he murmurs, mesmerized. "Does it hurt a lot?"
You shake your head. "Only when someone touches it."
"My baby, I’m sorry I touched it," he says softly.
You laugh and lean in to kiss him. "You didn’t know. It’s okay."
"It suits you. I really like it," he admits, his fingers gently tracing the air around it as if afraid to touch again. "I think I might have just changed my mind about piercings."
"Really?" you ask, eyes lighting up.
He nods before leaning in to kiss you again, deeper this time.
You smiled in relief, realizing you had worried for nothing.
