+Na Jaemin sports / thriller AU+
WARNING// violence, abduction, cursing, cheating, murder, mentions of blood, weapons, blades
please don't read if you are sensitive to any of these things.
it's kinda istj mv core i fear
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The mansion was unusually calm that morning—something Andrea and Victoria didn't trust for a second. They'd both woken up expecting chaos but were instead greeted by... silence. It was unsettling.
Andrea sprawled across one of the oversized couches in the common area, a notebook perched on her knees as she sketched out potential wrestling moves. Her tongue poked out slightly in concentration as she tapped the edge of her pencil against the page. "Shrine Slam sequel," she mumbled to herself. "But with less... shrine."
Before she could brainstorm further, Jaemin wandered into the room, holding a steaming mug of coffee and looking like he'd rolled out of bed five minutes ago. His hair was a mess, and his hoodie was slightly lopsided, but somehow he managed to make the disheveled look work.
"Morning, Drea," he greeted, plopping down beside her with no regard for personal space. "What's all this? Plotting the downfall of humanity?"
Andrea didn't even look up. "Just trying to reinvent the Shrine Slam. Although, honestly, I might retire it. Too much meme potential."
Jaemin gasped, clutching his coffee mug dramatically. "What? Retire the Shrine Slam? But it's iconic!"
"Ironic," Andrea corrected, shooting him a look. "It's ironic, not iconic."
"I think you're confusing the two," Jaemin said, leaning over to peek at her notebook. "What's this move? A dropkick?"
Andrea turned the notebook away from him with a playful glare. "Yes, but it's my dropkick. Get your own wrestling career, Jaemin."
"I don't need a wrestling career," Jaemin replied smoothly, setting his coffee down on the table. "I've got you. I'm gonna ride your coattails all the way to the top."
Andrea rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched into a reluctant smile. "You're impossible."
"And yet, here I am," Jaemin said, grinning as he leaned back on the couch. "Seriously, though, you're gonna be a star, Drea. And I want VIP access to all your matches."
Andrea laughed, shaking her head. "Oh, so now you want freebies?"
"Obviously," he said, his voice light but sincere. "Front row, foam finger, maybe even a custom T-shirt. I'm thinking something like... 'Team Shrine Queen.'"
"Stop," Andrea groaned, shoving him lightly. "You're making it worse."
"I'm making it memorable," Jaemin corrected, his grin widening. "Big difference."
Andrea shook her head, but the small blush creeping onto her cheeks didn't go unnoticed. "You're ridiculous."
"And you love it," Jaemin shot back, his tone teasing but his gaze lingering just long enough to make Andrea's heart do a tiny, unexpected flip.
She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Victoria's voice rang out from the hallway, breaking the moment entirely. "Andrea! Have you seen this idiot?"
