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raspberriesoda · 1 month

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and again. » ljn

genre | angst with fluffy ending, jeno x reader, college au

word count | 2.7k

summary | you hadn’t seen jeno since you had broken up, but a new year’s party brings you back together again, physically and emotionally

warnings | argument, small mention of past relationship issues and insecurity, light swearing, teeniest alcohol mention, flashback where jeno is a dick to reader, one female pet name (pretty girl) but i think its pretty gn aside from that

tonight marks roughly one year.

it’s been an entire twelve months since the big fight that had ultimately caused the downfall of one of the most fawned over relationships on campus. in one year, you’d surprisingly- impressively, even- managed to avoid talking to him or seeing him in person at all.

which really, was your biggest motive for desperately wanting to skip out on the party tonight. you knew jeno would be there, despite the numerous attempts by all of your friends of trying to convince you otherwise. but you knew that you couldn’t bail on everyone who hadn’t seen you since you arrived back from visiting home. not to mention, everyone was going to be there. it’s new years eve, and no one misses the new years party. so you just had to swallow your pride and attend.

the fact that it was the very same party that drove you apart the year prior, however, is another major reason you’d rather just stay home.

even as you sat in your best friend’s car, you weighed your options.

“do we really have to go?”

“are you really asking me that when we’re already half way there?” ningning asks, but its less of a question and more of a statement. “i can drop you off on the street if you really want me to,” she jabs.

you groan, your head falling against the headrest and your hands sliding down your face.

“who’s to say he’s even gonna be there anyway?” karina asks from the backseat.

“stop giving me hope, everyone is going to be there.” you sulk, crossing your arms and sinking down in the passenger seat.

“then what are the chances you'll even run into him? more people more distractions, right?” giselle consoles. she had a valid point, but even the slimmest chance made you want to rip your hair out.

ningning parallel parks her car on the side of the residential road, and the house party practically lights up the entire night sky. your girlfriends chatter excitedly as their heels clack on the sidewalk, all the while you’re hoping, praying that karina and giselle are right.

but as fate would have it, not even three footsteps in the door, you spot him. and unfortunately, your presence doesn’t go unnoticed either.

jeno is stood by the fireplace, deep in conversation, but sees you almost immediately upon your arrival, like the universe was on a timer, counting down to the exact second that your eyes would meet again, not a moment too soon or too late. his lips are parted like he stopped mid sentence, and you stand dumbfounded in the doorway, staring stupidly at him as people shove past you to enter.

renjun taps jeno’s shoulder from beside him, most likely trying to bring his attention back, but jeno’s eyes never leave yours, and you see him mouth your name in response to his confused friend, making your heart flip. renjun follows his eyes, adding to the unwanted attention that’s been placed on you. jeno then suddenly takes a few steps toward you, squeezing through the dense crowd, but before you think it through, you scurry off in the other direction.

“y/n, will you stop pouting about it already?”

you enter your apartment with jeno trailing behind you, your mood extremely sour as you open the door and let it slam against the wall.

“i’m not pouting, jeno. i’m upset, do you not get that?”

“you’re so dramatic,” jeno scoffs. he kicks off his shoes and drops his jacket over the back of your couch, so nonchalant about the whole situation that it makes you even angrier.

“she was all over you!” you cry out in desperation. you’ve repeated this what seemed like a hundred times already, but no matter what you said jeno wouldn’t even attempt to understand.

or maybe, he just didn't care.

“you couldn't even bother to just tell her to stop!”

jeno rolls his eyes. “i told you, y/n, i did tell her to stop. she wouldn’t listen.”

“then that's when you walk away, jeno. push her off of you, ignore her, anything! actions speak louder than words.” your arms flail wildly as you speak. “why do i even have to explain something like this to you? i’ve told you about what’s happened to me before and-“

he’s not even looking at you.

“are you listening?! do you even give a shit about how i feel right now?”

“not when you’re acting like this, y/n.” he drones, tapping away at his phone screen. “maybe if you’d just calm down and acted a little less crazy i’d be more inclined.”

all you feel is red. red from the sting of tears muddling your line of vision. red from the prick of your nails digging into your palms as they grip into fists at your sides. red for the old wound he’s just slashed open.

your voice is low and calm when you speak again.

“get the fuck out of here, jeno.”

only then does he decide to look at you.

“babe-” the smallest hint of guilt crosses his eyes, but he’s burned the bridge already. he reaches a hand out toward you, but you step back as if he’s venomous.

“get out!” you screech, not even caring that it rattles the walls. jeno flinches back. with a huff, he grabs his things and stomps out the door, slamming it behind him.

against all odds, everywhere you look, he’s there.

you see him when you’re seated by the tv watching a tipsy group of freshman struggle to get through a round of a dancing game; he’s sitting on the opposite end of the couch, laughing when they stumble.

and again, when you’re outside soaking in the fresh air; he’s got the attention of everyone lounging in the hot tub, telling them stories behind the constellations visible from the deck.

and again, when you’re reaching into the fridge for another drink; he’s pouring shots for swooning girls at the kitchen island.

always suspiciously close, yet just far enough away.

you initially thought it to be just an unfortunate coincidence, but the house was much too big and had too many other places to be. he’s attracting way too much attention to himself in such ways that it’s impossible for him not to be pining for yours in particular.

enough is enough. you decide that if jeno wants a show, you’ll give him a show.

the basement is the one place left in the house where you hadn’t seen him. its a cozy little space, with sports banners and posters of swimsuit clad models cluttering the walls, and along with the pair of couches there's a large pool table. you watch as your friend jaemin stands beside it, twirling his pool cue in his hands, laughing at something haechan had said. you swirl the liquid around in your red solo cup, an idea brewing in your mind.

right on time, you see jeno descend the staircase. you stand, walking over to jaemin.

“help me with something,” you whisper into his ear. he gives you a curious look, but when your eyes flick over to jeno, jaemin understands immediately and gives you a subtle nod.

it’s no secret to you- or to anyone, really- that jeno is watching you. you can feel his eyes on you, burning your skin as you grab the cue from jaemin’s hand and lean over the bright green table to shoot a striped ball into a pocket. jaemin gives you a charming smile, complimenting your technique. his bubblegum hair reminds you of the color jeno’s was before the breakup. it’s never bothered you before, but your heart involuntarily twists at the thought.

you hum, rounding the table to stand right beside your pink haired friend, scanning for the right ball to shoot in next. you lift your cue to point at the number ten ball, turning to jaemin, tilting your head.

“i don’t think i can get this one on my own, do you mind helping me out?” you ask smoothly, dragging your fingers up his arm. your friend picks up quickly, smirking down at your innocently pouty expression.

“sure thing, pretty,” jaemin hums with faux flirtation. he does a flawless job of dragging his hands along all of the parts your body that were jeno’s favorites, and you can almost feel his stare burn hotter. you not-so-subtly bite down a grin as jaemin leans over you, breathing heavily down your neck as he guides the cue through your arms, shooting the ball directly into a pocket.

after watching from the corner for a while, jeno begins to make his way towards you, telling you that he’s had enough of staying arms length away.

“you’re not subtle,” jeno says bluntly. its directed at you, but he’s glaring at jaemin.

you scowl, casually chalking up the tip of the cue you hold. “a bit narcissistic to think this is about you, don’t you think?” you hadn't expected those to be the first words you’d spoken to him in a year.

“do you mind?” jaemin interjects, his hand resting on your hip. “we’re in the middle of something.”

the tension in the room rises.

“well, whenever you’re finished,” jeno spits through his teeth. he shifts his eyes down toward you then, his gaze just a little bit softer. “i’d be really grateful if you’d meet me outside. i wanna talk to you, if you’ll let me.” and with that he’s gone.

after serious contemplation, you do decide meet him outside, despite a very sensible voice in your head telling you not to. as soon as you slide open the glass door and step out onto the grass, he’s leaning against the side of the house, closer to you than he’s been all night- all year. this close up view of him makes your heart flutter more than you’d ever be willing to admit in the moment. his hair is a shade of brown you’ve never seen on him, but his eyes glimmer just the same as they always have when he looks at you.

“long time no see, baby,” he greets you, the corner of his mouth tipped up in a small somber looking smile.

“that’s not my name.”

“it used to be,” he replies. you roll your eyes.

“what do you want, jeno?” it’s harder to say his name out loud than you thought it would be.

“i know you’ve been thinking about it, too,” he says softly, a very sharp contrast from the vibe he’s been presenting to other partygoers the entire night. the bass thumping upstairs is synched with your heartbeat. you still can’t bring yourself to look directly at him. “there’s no other reason you’d pull a stunt like that. jaemin is handsome, sure, but he’s not your type.” you fold your arms, slumping a bit. you hate that he’s right; that you haven’t changed enough during the time that’s passed and he can still read you like an open book.

“doesn’t feel so good, does it?”

jeno swallows, his head bowing forward to fix his eyes on his feet.

“i wanted to say i’m sorry.”

you turn to look at him then, your brows raised. “isn’t it a little late for that?”

“you blocked my number,” he says; you’d almost forgotten you had, in fact, blocked him on just about everything. “i couldn’t get a hold of you in person, either.

but i didn’t know what to say even if i could. there’s no excuse for what i said to you, and an ‘i’m sorry’ doesnt cut it.”

the look jeno is giving you is so genuine that its hard to breathe. all of a sudden your facade begins to crumble. “i can’t- i’m not doing this, not right now,” you tell him dolefully, turning around to slip back into the house, but he catches your elbow; his grip is soft, unthreatening, unmalicious.

“please, please just listen to me, i’m begging you.” when you turn around he’s on his knees, looking up at you with a pleading look on his face and your hand is clasped between both of his own. you despise how he looks so beautiful in the dim moonlight.

“jeno.” you blink your tears away. “don’t beg for me, please.”

he tugs lightly on your wrist, and reluctantly you sink down to kneel in front of him on the grass.

“i haven’t had a full night’s sleep in a year. every time i dream, its about you. believe me y/n i've tried so hard to let it go but the things i said to you still haunt me.”

his eyes flicker across yours, glistening with tears of his own, searching for something he can grab onto. the floodgates holding your emotions in begin to crack at a rate that’s too quick for you to keep up with. “you, you knew how i felt, about things like that,” your voice stutters, your lip quivers. “you knew, and, and you still-“ you choke on a sob.

“i know. y/n i’m so sorry,” he gingerly lifts a hand to your face, pausing for a moment, but when you don’t lean away or swat at him, his thumb brushes your cheek to wipe a tear away that’s just fallen from your lashes, tenderly tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “thinking about how i made you feel that night makes me so disgusted with myself. i never ever wanted to hurt you, but the fact is that i did and i can’t forgive myself for that.”

a moment of quiet passes between you. you wipe at your face with the sleeve of your sweater over and over but your tears don’t stop and the runaway drops fall onto your bare knees.

“do you remember when we won king and queen of prom court in high school?”

his sudden question puzzles you. you look up at him, and you see the real jeno. your jeno, soft and simple and so full of love.

“we went out for ice cream after the dance. it was the first night i told you i loved you.

and again, when we went to your sister's wedding together. you accidentally spilled red wine on my favorite white dress shirt. you were trying so hard not to cry, but i told you it didn’t matter, because i loved you.

and again, when we took your little brother and his friends out to that laser tag place for his birthday. we played one on one, and when you asked me why i let you win, i told you it was because i loved you.

and again, when you broke your wrist falling off the old tire swing in your front yard. you asked me why i came over every night to feed you dinner, even though you didn’t need the help, and i told you it’s because i loved you.”

“what are you doing?” you cut him off before he can continue any further, your voice small and trembling.

“i’m telling you that i still love you.”

he scoots forward on the ground, his body now so close to yours that you can feel his warmth. “i know i don’t deserve it, but all i’m asking for is another chance to love you right, the way you deserve to be loved.” his fingers cling tightly to your hand he still holds as he speaks.

“i don't know where you stand, so you’ve got all the power in your hands right now. stay here with me, and i’ll know we’re on the same page. turn around, and i’ll leave you alone, and you won’t see me again. it’s your choice, and i won’t judge you either way. your word is the final word.”

you feel heavy. his sweet words and the smell of his familiar cologne are intoxicating, but you do know you have the ability to get up and walk away right now if you want to.

but… do you want to?

the painful racing of your heart reminds you that no matter what, no matter how long you’ve been apart, you love jeno. you always have you and always will.

you raise a hesitant arm, placing your shaking hand lightly on his shoulder, and he draws in a breath. your fingers dance upward, contemplating, lips parted slightly with hazy breaths. cupping his jaw, you lean upward, brushing your lips against his in the lightest kiss, testing the waters.

you ignite. suddenly you’re full of such a serene feeling of home, a feeling you hadn’t realized had been absent from your life from the second you pushed him out of it. all the memories you’d tried so hard to keep at bay come rushing back with the image of a soft and smiley jeno; one who’s never had anything but love for you. jeno sees your eyes light up, and he smiles dreamily at you. in an instant, you’ve never been more sure of anything.

you press yourself up against him, pulling him down into your lips, and he wraps you up in his arms. even though the house is filled with the sounds and heat of other people, it’s only you and jeno in the entire world. you pull away when you can’t control your cries anymore, burying your face in his neck instead.

“i’m sorry,” your voice wobbles as you let out the words, but jeno sweetly hushes you, rocking you back and forth in time with the rhythm of the muffled music.

“no apologies from you, pretty girl. none of this is your fault.” you feel the weight of the world lifted from your shoulders. he presses a gentle kiss to your temple, resting his chin on top of your head.

“i love you,” he reassures you. and he does again, and again, and again.

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jishyucks · 4 months

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Desk Deliveries — ljn

‣ pairing: lee jeno x reader

‣ genre: fluff, implied f2l/coworkers-to-lovers, secret admirer au, office!au

‣ wc: 5.6k

‣ summary: When gifts start appearing on your work desk on December 1st, you have no choice but to hunt down the man who’s been planting them. And with only 7 men on the floor, this shouldn’t be difficult… Right?

‣ warnings: nothing really?, cliche-ish ending, a lot of dialogue (I gotta get this story goingggg)

‣ an: jeno’s wooooo, honestly easier to write than I thought but it’s wayyyy longer than I wanted it to be (I keep underestimating? myself), I just hope it’s up to my own standards lmaooo, but hopefully u guys enjoy!

Series Masterlist

DECEMBER 1

Desk Delivery!

Starting today, consider your desk a treasure trove of surprises.

‘Tis the season of giving, after all, and your radiant presence in the office deserves to be celebrated.

Each gift is carefully chosen, a small reflection of the little things I love about you. I hope they bring a smile to your face and add a sprinkle of magic to your December days.

Stay curious,

Your Secret Admirer (or would Secret Santa fit the season?)

You almost laugh out loud, blinking at the note sitting on your desk. This must be a joke, right?

“What is that?” Karina digs her chin into your shoulder, reading the note from behind you.

“Some joke,” you reply, letting her pluck the card from your fingertips.

She pouts, “But it’s cute!”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t,” you counter, taking the card back.

“I just don’t believe it’s real.”

DECEMBER 3

Today, you arrive at the office greeted with a small, neatly wrapped cube on your desk and you’re beginning to think that the message you were given on the 1st wasn’t a joke and that, whoever it was, was being serious.

You glance around the office to see if any of your coworkers were present, but you seemed to be the first one there. Your brows furrow, carefully sliding the box toward you before ripping the wrapping paper.

You use your office scissors to slice the tape open, and then once you are sure you can open the box to see what was in it, you take a deep breath in. You push the box away from you so it’s at arm’s length, afraid that something was going to pop out when you lift the flaps open. Counting to three in your head, you ready your fingers to lift the covers after the third count.

Fully expecting there to be fake snakes of some sort, you were met with nothing (thankfully). You pull the box back and peek in to find a mug and a card. Your brows furrow, pulling the card out first.

I know how much you love that mug of yours, Y/N…

But it’s time to retire that broken one.

Got you a new one. Hope you like it!

Your Secret Admirer

You can’t help but giggle at the tone of the writer, placing the card down before going for the mug. You’ve been teased maybe once or twice for using a mug with no handle, mostly because you’ve been complaining about how the edges of the glass edges left behind by the absent handles had been poking at your palm.

Carefully, you fish the cup out of the box, making sure you won’t drop and shatter the present before you can even use it, and you use your other hand to pull the box off. And when you finally get a good look at the mug, you laugh out loud, bringing it up to eye level to get a good look at it.

It was the exact same mug you already have been using, the only difference was that this one actually had a handle.

You were so caught up in your present that you didn't notice Karina approaching you, “Morning, smiley face.”

“Huh?” you blink at her, confused.

“I would take a picture of you right now, but I’m too lazy,” she huffs, “But you’re smiling like a child on Christmas Day.” Karina blatantly points at your face, “Who’s got you smiling like that?”

You shrug but gesture to the card and the mug, “I don’t think that first one was a joke…”

DECEMBER 4

“Hey! Hey, Y/N!”

You hear someone call your name, but you don’t actually hear it. It was sort of like background noise to your thoughts, entering one ear and leaving the other.

“Y/N! Hey!”

Then, you feel something rough hit the side of your face and you realize that Karina was peeking over the wall of her cubicle and into yours.

“What the fuck do you want!” you whisper. You pick up the balled-up scrap paper she had thrown before throwing it back to her, “I’m trying to work!”

She dodges the ball with ease, head briefly disappearing then reappearing, “Do you have any candidates for who your secret admirer could be?”

Karina was speaking a little bit too loud for your liking, so you gestured for her to come closer. She doesn’t hesitate to leave her workspace to enter yours, sitting down on an empty spot on your desk, “So? Candidates?”

You shake your head, “Barely. I was only able to pick out that the writing is a guy’s writing because the girls have neat writing… Other than that, I have nothing.”

The two letters sitting on your desk were your only explicit clues. Then, you had the thing with the mug, but everyone knew of your broken mug. So really, it was just the handwriting that you had as insight.

“Okay, so it’s a guy…” Karina hums. She stretches her neck to glance around the office, “And there’s only like… seven? It wouldn’t be difficult to eliminate some of them.” She picks up your two cards to examine the cards. You can see her eyes move back and forth between the letters, pressing her lips into a thin line. “It’s not Renjun.”

“Huh? How do you know that?”

“He handwrites,” Karina states, “Like straight-up longhand writing. So it’s not him.”

“How do you know he’s not just changing up his writing so it’s not obvious?” you narrow your eyes.

Karina laughs, “Okay, you have a point, but let’s just say that he’s out temporarily, to make it easier on us. In the case that everyone else is out, then it’s Renjun.”

You don’t notice the way your face scrunches up, your facial features pushing in toward your nose.

“Hey, what’s with the face?” Karina’s head tilts to the side. It takes a beat and a half before she realizes, “Wait, you don’t want it to be Renjun, do you?”

You don’t answer, mostly because you didn’t want to outright say that you didn’t want Renjun to be your admirer—no offense to him. Renjun was a great guy, but he wasn’t someone who you saw yourself being with. And if you were to actually build a relationship with this person, you didn’t want it to be Renjun.

An all-knowing smirk appears on Karina’s face, “Then who do you want it to be?”

You want to throw a punch at Karina’s knee, but you remember you are still in the workplace and you need to keep it (at least a little bit) professional. “Fuck you, you already know the answer to that.”

Jeno, Karina thinks.

“Of course you want it to be him,” Karina puts the cards back down, “I should have known. You’re down bad for that man.”

Karina wasn’t wrong. You and Jeno go way back to your internship days, and your (hopeless) crush on him has been there since then.

“Down bad for who?”

From seemingly out of nowhere, Chenle appears at the corner of your cubicle, leaning against it as he takes a sip of his coffee. And of course, wherever Chenle was, Jisung followed, standing right next to the former.

“Uh, that-that one actor!” you lie in a panic, “From that one show!”

“You suck at lying,” Chenle snorts, “You could have at least named someone. It could have been Nam Joohyuk for all I care.”

“It’s not you guys if that’s what you’re thinking,” Karina snickers, “Sorry, boys.”

Jisung and Chenle burst out laughing, almost comically in sync. They even threw in a high-five, though it was out of habit. “No offense, Y/N, but I don’t see you in that light.” Chenle is practically in tears.

“No offense, Chenle, but I don’t either,” you reply, “Now can you guys please leave my space or I’m reporting you guys to Taeyong.” And that sends them away because it wasn’t the first time they’ve been reported.

“Okay so we can scratch those two off the list,” Karina concludes.

And you nod.

So far, so good. This should be easy.

DECEMBER 8

Okay, it wasn’t as easy as you thought.

All your interactions with the other guys were normal. None of them seemed suspicious enough for you to star, nor did any of them do anything that ruled themselves off your list, and you had to admit, it was frustrating.

Of all the boys, the most suspicious was Jaemin, who snickered every time he passed your desk. But when you mentioned this to Karina, Karina pointed out that Jaemin was like that in general, always up to his own shenanigans like Donghyuck was.

“That or he knows something,” Karina thinks, “We should ask him.”

It was nearing the end of the day and you and Karina were sitting at one of the open tables by the floor’s wall of windows, mugs in hand while you carefully eyed the boys of the department.

Karina’s about to walk up to Jaemin when you stop her, pinching her blouse to keep her from leaving, “I don’t think Jaemin’s stupid enough to spill anything if we ask. We have to make it subtle.”

“Subtle, how?”

You shrug, “Just subtle.”

“Subtle, how?” Karina repeats.

You want to bonk her in the head, “I guess pretend like you don’t really care, maybe say you think it’s Renjun or something and see what he says.”

Let’s say Jaemin really did know who your admirer was. If Karina were to think it was someone else, she could note the way Jaemin would react to her guesses and you both can go from there.

You shoo her away and let her do her thing, staying back to pretend you were watching cars drive past down below.

In 8 days, the only clues you were able to gather included the fact that he was a boy, he worked on this floor (the mug thing), he liked to end his J’s in loop de loops, and there was always some type of water or coffee stain on the cards.

The last clue was something you and Karina had just recently discovered, simply because the first few cards were wrinkled in the slightest with water, while the most recent one, today's, had been stained with a drop of coffee.

You’re not sure if these were purposeful or accidental, but nonetheless, you and Karina took any details as clues, hoping that it would lead to a conclusion.

“You haven’t blinked for a while.”

“Shit, I didn’t hear you come,” you greet Jeno with an awkward smile, shifting your weight from one leg to the other, “I was just deep in thought.”

Jeno’s eyes disappear when he smiles and your stomach does that thing it does when he does so. It’s so stupid how you’re feeling like a giddy high schooler around this man, but you’ll defend yourself any day and blame him for everything.

“Is it about your secret admirer?” Jeno questions. He’s facing the window and you’re facing him. You can see him peeking at you through the corner of his eye and he’s smiling teasingly.

Your eyes widen, “Wait, how do you know about that?” You haven’t told anyone but Karina, Chenle, and Jisung, the last two only earning the information for being the most persistent duo on the planet.

“Word gets around,” he shrugs, “And I pass your desk to and from the elevator.”

You’re guessing the two younger boys had let it slip out but you disregard them for now, “Oh… right…”

“So, what about him?” Jeno questions.

“Just… I don’t know who it is….”

Jeno turns to you and you’re taken aback by how tired he looks. Sure, everyone in this damn office repped the good ‘ol panda eyes, but Jeno’s hair was a bit dishevelled, eyes half closed from fatigue. You choose not to point it out.

Jeno’s words register in your head and your brows furrow, “Wait… how do you know they’re a he? I didn’t say anything about him unless…” You don’t quite notice the way Jeno freezes up only because he wasn’t moving much beforehand. “Unless you know who he is!”

Jeno shakes his head, “Jisung told me!”

“I didn’t tell Jisung anything.” “You probably told Karina who told Chenle who told Jisung!” At this point, Jeno’s heart is beating at an erratically fast pace and he’s about to panic until Karina returns. She’s pouting, a tinge of disappointment evident on her face and Jeno takes this as his chance to escape.

“What did Jaemin say?” Your attention is easily pulled away from your friend, “Did he say anything?”

“No,” Karina grumbles, “I accidentally let it slip out that this was about your admirer and all he said was, 'Secret admirer, huh? Wouldn't you like to know.'” Karina mocks Jaemin’s voice, rolling her eyes. “But I guess that just proves that he knows something… it’ll just be harder to get it out of him.”

“Jeno’s being suspicious now, too,” you nod your head to the boy.

Sure it could be implied that your admirer was one of the guys, but the way the man had handled your questions was definitely something to take note of.

DECEMBER 10

“Please tell me you’ll be leaving after you finish this?” Another one of your coworkers, Minjeong, was standing at the edge of your cubicle, leaning against the divider. You can tell she’s ready to leave, hands stuffed deep into her pockets, “Everyone’s left besides Mr. Jo.”

Mr. Jo was the custodian.

“I will, I promise.” You don’t even look up from your screen, waving your hand in her direction as if it would make her scurry away, “I’m almost done. Have a good night, Jeongie!”

She returns your farewell and leaves, knowing that you won’t budge until you finish your task.

You genuinely were near completion. You just had a few more points in the report to finish before you reached your goal for tonight and you’ll go home.

Your fingers are flying across your keyboard, fatigued eyes blinking at the words you were producing in hopes that they were coherent. Your brain had shut down an hour ago and now you were on autopilot.

Who cares if it’s coherent if I’m going to edit it anyway? You think. And now you were carelessly typing, making typos left and right.

When you finally finish the draft, you grab your mug from your coaster to put in the office’s sink. Your eyes finally catch a break from staring at the screen for so long, practically feeling your ocular muscles relax. Closing your eyes, you blindly make your way down the pathway, which honestly was easy after the amount of times you’ve made your way down it.

But when your feet hit something that was obviously not as hard as a cubicle wall you freeze.

Shit.

Your eyes fly open and quickly look at what you have unintentionally kicked.

“Jeno?” You blink your eyes a couple times to make sure you aren’t just seeing things.

Sprawled out on his desk was Jeno, fast asleep. There was a small pond of drool underneath his cheek, mouth hanging open. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Jeno.” You feel the need to whisper now, leaning over to shake his shoulder. “Jeno!”

He begins to stir, “Huh? Wha?”

“What are you still doing here?” you ask.

One eye stuck closed, he glances around the empty office. The side that he had been lying on was flat as if he had been in that position for a while. Jeno yawns and stretches, his back popping a little as he sits up.

"I was waiting for you to finish," he mumbles, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.

You glance at the clock on his computer screen, realizing it's much later than you thought. "Jeno, it's getting late. You didn’t need to wait for me."

He shrugs, a sleepy smile on his face. "I didn't want you to go home alone in the dark. Plus, I figured you might need some company."

You hit him on the shoulder, “You dumbass!”

Jeno winces even though you didn’t even hit him too hard. “Ow!”

“I didn’t even know you were here! Dumbass!” You throw another thwack at his shoulder blade, “You’re lucky I tripped over your foot!” Jeno ignores you and starts getting up, pulling out his packed bag underneath his desk, “You should’ve told me you were gonna wait for me.”

“Yeah, but then you would’ve pushed me onto the elevator so that I could leave,” Jeno replies. "Ready to head home?"

Although you and Jeno don’t live anywhere near each other, your place was on the way to his. Usually, you’d walk home and go sightseeing as you walked past the small shops on the way, but because the weather could freeze your arteries shut, you’re forced to transit home.

"Sure, let's go." You pack up your things quickly, and the two of you head towards the elevator.

As you wait for the elevator doors to open, you glance at Jeno. His eyes are still a bit heavy with sleep, but there's a warmth in them that makes your heart flutter. When he notices you looking, he tightens his lips to give you a tired grin that reaches his eyes. The office is quiet now, only the hum of the elevator breaking the silence.

Once inside, Jeno presses the button for the ground floor, and the elevator starts its descent. The dim lighting casts a soft glow on both of you, and you can't help but appreciate the peaceful moment.

"Long day, huh?" Jeno breaks the silence, his tone sympathetic. “Your secret admirer mystery still bothering you?"

You chuckle and nod, "Yes. But it just makes me more determined to figure it out."

"Any progress?" Jeno raises an eyebrow, curious.

You shake your head, "Not really. It's driving me crazy."

"Maybe it's someone you least expect," Jeno suggests with a playful smile.

"Maybe," you reply, unsure. The elevator doors open, and you both step out and into the nearly empty office lobby. Then you think out loud, eyes narrowing as you look at Jeno through your lashes, “Maybe it’s you.”

The cold wind hits you as you exit the building, making you shiver. You pull your coat tighter around you, and Jeno does the same.

“Why? Do you want it to be me?” Jeno smirks playfully.

“I don’t know,” you lie, “I’m just asking because there’s a possibility it’s you. Besides Chenle and Jisung, you’re the only one willingly asking about him.” That really couldn’t even mean anything, but it’s suspicious. You’re starting to think this was a joke set up by all the guys, and you’re the target.

“Nope, it’s not me,” Jeno stares ahead of you both, and you miss the way he swallows his spit when he says it, “And I don’t know who it is either. That’s why I’m asking.”

You look at him to detect if Jeno was lying—maybe a nose twitch, multiple blinks, or a dishonest glance to the side—nothing.

You feel your heart skip a beat, and not in the way you liked. Because, sure, you didn’t care about who this person was, but for the past week and a half, you’ve been raising your hopes that it was Jeno who had been leaving these presents for you.

You realize that that was a mistake.

A weak laugh shoots out your mouth, almost sounding like a huff and you force a smile on your face, “Well… that’s a relief.”

DECEMBER 15

Losing a bit of interest in your admirer just because it wasn’t the person you wanted it to be wasn’t fair to your actual admirer. Especially when they were still putting the effort into dropping off those presents and writing those letters.

The day after, you had told Karina that Jeno made it clear that your admirer wasn’t him and she refused to believe it, delusion taking over for your sake. She said something along the lines of ‘can’t say it’s not Jeno until there’s solid proof’.

This morning you decided to switch up your strategy and arrive at work early. For the past 2 weeks, these little deliveries had appeared on your desk either after you left or before you arrived, and since you had kept track of who left the office yesterday evening, you were sure that he was going to be coming in early this morning to leave his present.

You greet the security guard in the lobby, leaving your mouth more as a yawn than an actual sentence before you hop onto the elevator and cross your fingers for luck.

The office is quiet and dimly lit as you enter, the only sound being the gears of the elevators turning as the doors slide open. Once you step out, you’re quick to scan the room before ultimately settling your gaze on your desk.

The universe couldn’t have timed this any better.

Standing at your desk, you see a figure, gently placing a wrapped box on your desk. You hold back a gasp, clamping your mouth shut with your palm, not wanting to bring attention to yourself. The man appeared oblivious to the elevator letting someone off, his back still turned to you.

You catch the sound of his satisfied hum, and just before he pivots, you quickly move to a concealed hallway, keeping yourself out of sight. A lingering fear holds you back from confronting whoever this person is, but you so badly want to know who it is. You figured it would make the confronting part easier.

Footsteps grow closer before they stop, and you can easily guess he’s standing in front of the elevators. With curiosity getting the best of you, you risk being seen and lean your head around the corner, just enough so that one of your eyes can see who the boy was.

Another gasp attempts to leave your mouth when you finally recognize who it was.

Jaemin?

The elevator arrives at your floor before you can even process that it was truly him you just saw, almost as if you’ve seen his ghost and he was gone before you knew it.

So your secret admirer was Na Jaemin?

In a way it made sense. You and Karina had ruled him as one of the more suspicious ones. He and Jeno were close, so Jeno being curious about your progress added up. Now you have solid proof that Jaemin actually was your secret admirer.

How were you going to let him down easily?

DECEMBER 19

Despite having the weekend and Karina's assistance to strategize how to break the news to Jaemin, you found yourself at work on Monday without a clear plan. Today, you mentally braced yourself for another gift, feeling a pang of guilt as you realized your friend and coworker had been investing so much effort, only for his feelings to not be returned.

Today’s box was slim and rectangular, wrapped in the paper you’ve grown familiar with. At first glance, it looked like a wine box, but you quickly deemed it too short to be a wine bottle.

With a bit of hesitation, you carefully pick at the paper, ripping it open before you slice the tape that was keeping the box closed. Then you pry the box open, flipping the flaps over so that you can see the item from a bird’s eye view.

Huh?

You pull it out—an umbrella in your favourite colour. On the handle, your initials are engraved into the plastic. The umbrella looked beautiful, but considering the other presents, this was… random.

Your eyes catch sight of a card at the bottom of the box and you stick your arm in to fish it out.

I bet you’re curious as to who I am, right?

I think I kept you waiting far too long for a hint.

A hint?

Your heart picks up its pace and your eyes scramble to keep reading.

Today’s gift? An umbrella.

Bought one for myself and one for you because we need to be prepared next time.

I don’t know about you, but I didn’t enjoy being drenched in rain at work.

Your Secret Admirer

A hint.

Hell, it was more than a hint.

Your eyes grow wide as you reread the note over and over, your heartbeat fluttering. It flutters because you know exactly what your admirer was talking about.

Back during the rainy season, the morning you were getting ready for work, you completely disregarded the weather forecast and left your house without an umbrella or an appropriate coat. And much to your stupidity, you told yourself that it wasn’t going to rain that hard when you heeded the darker clouds in the sky.

You realized your mistakes on the walk to work when rain started pouring down from the sky, like someone dumping a bucket of rainwater all over you. You were sprinting, sight impaired by the rain pelting your face, flying past other individuals who had been smart enough to pack heavy-duty umbrellas with them.

Luckily, you finally arrived at your building before you were wet to the bone. When you noticed the elevator was still open, you called out for it, fast-walking through the lobby just so you could catch it.

“Thanks,” you had sighed out, huffing in relief.

The man who had held the elevator open for you laughed and spoke up, “I take it you forgot an umbrella too?”

You laugh at the memory, remembering being thankful that you weren’t the only dumbass who didn’t bring an umbrella—that you weren’t going to be the only one on the floor who would be showing up soaked and dripping wet.

Because Jeno was that other dumbass.

Even with this realization, with this hard evidence that your admirer could actually be Jeno, you still recount your almost-encounter with Jaemin and the fact that Jeno had denied your accusations.

You find yourself caught in a web of conflicting emotions. On one hand, the thoughtful gesture of the umbrella brings back memories of that rainy morning with Jeno. On the other hand, the recent revelation and Jeno's denial cast a shadow of doubt on the identity of your secret admirer.

As you stand there, staring at the umbrella, your brain cells are desperately trying to think up a good explanation for all of this. The evidence seems to point to Jeno, yet you can't ignore the possibility that this might be an elaborate misdirection. Or maybe Jaemin was the misdirection?

Your thoughts are interrupted by the familiar voice of Karina, who has just gotten off the elevator. She notices the umbrella in your hands and grins, "Mr. Admirer? An umbrella?"

You manage a half-smile, the weight of the situation pressing on you. "It’s a hint. There’s a memory tied to it.”

Karina arches an eyebrow, intrigued. "Memory?"

You decide to share the story of that rainy morning with Jeno, how both of you got caught in the downpour without umbrellas. As you recount the details, Karina listens attentively, connecting the dots between the past and the present.

"So, you think Jeno might be your secret admirer because of this shared memory?" she asks, thoughtful. The way her expression brightens at the thought of your admirer actually being Jeno and not Jaemin—just like you wanted.

You shrug, uncertain. "It makes sense, right? But then there's the whole denial part. He flat-out said it's not him."

Karina leans against the reception desk, crossing her arms. "He probably just didn’t want you to find out like that. Maybe he's trying to surprise you later. Who knows?"

You sigh, feeling a mix of frustration and curiosity. "I just want to know. I’m this close to banging my head against the corner of my desk."

Karina snorts and nudges you playfully. "Confront him again but this time, give him no choice but to confess."

You consider Karina's suggestion, realizing that confronting Jeno might be the only way to unravel this mystery. Gathering your resolve, you decide to have a direct conversation with him, determined to get to the bottom of your secret admirer's identity.

DECEMBER 20

Who would’ve thought that confronting your secret admirer would be nerve-wracking? Cause what if it really wasn’t Jeno and you were making a fool out of yourself?

It’s your break and you’re sitting at one of the lounge tables with Karina and Minjeong, playing with the edge of your instant ramen cup.

You’re replaying how you want the situation to go down in your head. You want to go up to him, make small talk, he small talks back, you confront him, and he admits it—easier said than done. But your goal was to do it by the end of the day, mostly because you know that if you kept this going for any longer, you’d actually go crazy.

Minjeong and Karina are talking about something, you’re not quite sure what it was when Ningning joins in, “Did Giselle pass by?”

Karina shakes her head, “Haven’t seen her.”

Ningning pouts, “I was going to ask her someth—”

And again, you tune them out—not on purpose.

The voice in your head is screaming Jeno repeatedly and it’s driving you insane. You want it to stop, but the only way you can do so is by confronting him.

Then the door opens again and in comes Jeno and Jaemin, laughing about something Donghyuck and Mark related. Karina notices the way your eyes divert toward their direction and she tries to catch your attention, jerking her head in their direction. Eyes widening, you shake your head as if you were saying not now.

“Shit, I got coffee on my shirt,” you hear Jeno huff.

From where you were sitting, you could see Jeno turning to show Jaemin the coffee stain on his white shirt, pouting. Jaemin laughs, “That’s what you get for using a broken bottle. Just buy a new one.”

Jeno pouts, “You buy one for me, then.”

At first, you don’t pay attention to their conversation, passing it off as the usual banter between the two, but then it clicks. Your mouth speaks before you can even process everything, “It’s you!”

The room grows silent but, frankly, you don’t care because now you’re sure it was Jeno.

Other than the umbrella and the memory, the only other hint other than handwriting were the water and coffee stains that the cards were always covered in (and you and Karina were still unsure whether that was on purpose or not).

Jeno’s bottle was broken.

You rise abruptly, the chair screeching against the floor. Rounding the tables, you navigate toward to get to Jeno, heart beating against your rib cage. Once he is within your reach, you snatch him by the wrist and drag him out of the lounge room and into the hallway.

“Dumbass!” you smack his shoulder, “It was you! Liar!” You weren’t angry, in fact, you were laughing, disbelief etched on your face.

Jeno looks off to the side, “I… don’t know what you’re talking about…” He’s horribly holding a smile back, cheekbones growing prominent from his attempt.

“Don’t play dumb,” you say, “The umbrella hint was enough for me to know it was you!”

Jeno unleashes his smile, physically shrinking and lowering his head as his cheeks grow hot from your statement. “I didn’t think you’d remember it that easily…”

"You've been driving me insane, you know that?" You shake your head, still processing the revelation. "I even thought it was Jaemin for a bit. All this time, it was you!"

“Did you… want it to be Jaemin?”

You shake your head, “Honestly, I was relieved it was you… no offense to Jaemin. Why didn’t you admit to it when I asked you?”

“Probably a similar reason for why you said ‘that’s a relief’ when I said it wasn’t me,” Jeno counters, slowly regaining his confidence.

You chuckle, realizing the playful banter unfolding between you and Jeno. "Good point."

He grins, "Plus, watching you try to figure it out was entertaining." There’s a mischievous glint in Jeno’s eyes as he's holding back a smile.

You cross your arms, glaring up at him, "So you enjoyed torturing me?"

Jeno panics slightly, shaking his head, "No! It’s not like I was torturing you! It was just something fun! I liked seeing your reactions!"

You playfully roll your eyes. "You're lucky I like you."

Jeno freezes, “Wait, you like me like me?”

You look at Jeno as if he just said the dumbest shit that’s ever come out of someone’s mouth. “Lee Jeno, I literally told you I was relieved it was you and you think I don’t have feelings for you?” You want to smack him again.

“Yes?”

Smack.

“Ow!” Jeno rubs his arm and frowns.

“Of course I like you!” You’re looking up at Jeno, “I was working my ass off trying to figure out who my admirer was because I had hopes that it was you!”

Jeno's eyes widen with surprise, and then a broad grin stretches across his face. "You... really?" he stammers, almost disbelieving, “So would… this be the right time to ask you on a date?”

You stuck out your bottom lip and shrug, half-joking, “I mean… it’s the least you can do after putting me through all that.”

“You’re right,” Jeno laughs. He takes a step closer, looking down at you with the world’s prettiest smile, “So will you?”

“Will I, what?” you tease, staring back up at him.

“Will you go out with me?”

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an: the answer is yes 👀,,, Felix's is up next and it's gonna be cute

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ningningsdream · 15 days

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[4:28AM] "i still love you, y/n. it was dumb of me to let you go.", ex! jeno pleaded as he stood on your doorstep at an ungodly hour in the night, "everything i see reminds me of you. i've tried to move on but i can't help myself comparing everyone with you. i miss you even when i'm in a room full of people to distract me.", jeno rambled, his rosy cheeks hinting that he was probably a little tipsy.

today would've been your fifth-year anniversary if you stayed together.

"i thought of you every single day for almost a whole year after we broke up.", you said, looking at him.

"me-"

"let me finish.", you interrupted him, holding your index up, "i tried so hard not to, but it felt like the more i was trying to not think of you, the more i did. you were the first and last person i talked to every single day. some mornings, when i was still in a sleepy haze, i found myself looking at my phone to see if you had texted me and when reality hit me, it was another kind of pain. you were part of my everyday, you became a habit. it's hard getting rid of habits. i had to get used to say that i didn't have a boyfriend when asked about relationships, and i couldn't use 'my boyfriend and i already planned something' when i wanted to get out of things. i was wondering if i was the only one that had to hold myself back from sending you a text. i was wondering if you too, struggled with not having me in your life anymore."

"i did. i do. so much, y/n. you don't know how much i want to go back to slap some sense into myself and not break up with you. i was so overwhelmed with graduation, work and keeping up with family and friends that i thought i needed to get rid of something."

"so you got rid of me..."

"and i regret it so fucking much. the minute i saw the tears in your eyes i regretted it. i thought it was for the better, i was so busy i couldn't even be a proper boyfriend to you, and you deserved better than that. i thought letting you go was the best for the both of us."

"the best? i cried every single night for three months straight. not only because i missed you, but because as you said i deserved better. i knew that... i knew it but i also knew that if you showed up like this at my door back then i would've taken you back in a heartbeat. and it made me hate myself, because i loved you more than i loved myself."

"i'm so sorry, y/n. i really am-"

"babe! where are you?", you heard bf!renjun screaming from your room, with his sleepy and worried voice.

"i'll be right back, junnie.", you answered with a little smile on your face, imagining your boyfriend with his eyes closed and a pout on his face as his arm was lying on your empty side of the bed. you turned back to face jeno, whose face seemed like he saw a ghost, "jeno, i appreciate the apology... but you're a little too late. i've stopped waiting for you a long time ago.", you gave him a small apologetic smile.

jeno looked at you and realized how much he fucked up. you've rightfully moved on and he was the only one being stuck in something he created. when you replied to your boyfriend, that was when he noticed the smile on your face, the same smile that used to be directed to him, and that was the only time he saw you express happiness since he appeared on your doorstep.

"fuck, you're really here.", a familiar voice said right after you heard the elevator doors open.

"i really wished i was wrong.", another familiar voice said.

you turned your head and saw two people, you thought you wouldn't see again, walking towards your apartment.

"time to go home, samoyed."

"haechan. jaemin.", you greeted your ex's bestfriends.

"sorry for the disruption.", ex's bestfriend!haechan told you before grabbing jeno's arm and putting it around his shoulders, helping his friend walk away from your apartment and your life.

"how have you been ?", your old childhood bestfriend!jaemin said, letting jeno and haechan walk away first.

"great...you?"

"same."

the feeling of awkwardness and nostalgia could be sensed in the air. you looked at each other a few more seconds as all the memories of your friendship, from when you met in kindergarten to when he stayed by jeno's side when you two broke up, flashed through your eyes.

"baaaabeee!!", your boyfriend whined from far away, "come baaaack!"

"well, it's late. we're going to let you go back to your night. sorry about that.", jaemin nodded towards your ex, "and everything else...", hinting at his own mistakes.

you nodded, acknowledging his apology, "bye, jaem.", you gave him one last smile. it had been a while since he heard his nickname coming out of your mouth.

"bye, y/n.", jaemin returned your smile.

you watched him walk away with his two other friends, knowing that your byes stood as an official farewell to your friendship and his presence in your life.

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ofjunemoment · 1 year

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silent treatment | lee jeno

synopsis — you and Jeno aren't attached by the hip all the time. you just sync up in many ways which makes it easy for you to communicate with one another. Right?

OR: In which you and Jeno make a bet to see who can go the longest without talking to the other.

pairing — jeno x fem!reader

genre — university!au, friends to lovers

wc — 10.3k (what)

content — university setting, crack, fluff, maybe angst but like barely, tension (the tiniest bit suggestive), clubbing in one scene, drinking in a few, profanity, bunch of other idols

a/n — hehe hiii first post on this acc lets goooo. i wrote this for fun mainly but idm some constructive criticism. and if you enjoyed it pls do tell!! im more than happy to hear what you guys think <3

Unlinking your arms with Chaewon, you bring your fist up to wrap the door while your other hand goes to untie your shoelaces. You take a glance at the girl beside you attempting to do the same with her arms full of snacks, yours identical in a sense with the bucket hanging from your elbow. Making eye contact, a giggle is shared between you two as you laugh at each other's weird positions.

“You think everyone’s arrived already?” Chaewon asks as she opts to shift into a squat for easier access to her shoelaces, looking up at you from the floor.

“Considering we were supposed to be here at 5 and it’s almost 6, I’d say they're here and pissed.” She gives a smile and scoffs; “They wanted a bucket of alcohol, so we got them a bucket of alcohol. If they’re pissed, then I think we should sneak back befo- “

“Took you long enough,” Haechan says as he swings open the door, already reaching out to the bucket and snacks you’ve placed on the floor vulnerably in an attempt to unfasten your laces; knowing him, he would snatch them and close the door on you with no remorse. But after taking another glance you see Jeno standing just behind him, eliminating the chances of you being abandoned. You smile as Jeno locks eyes with you, his hand waving down at your figure still trying to untie your stubborn shoelaces.

“You’re lucky Jeno lurked behind me, if not then you would’ve been boiled alive out here.”

Shuffling into the dorm room that Haechan and Jaemin share, you see the latter sitting on the floor, legs stretched out to the coffee table with Yeji, Renjun and Shuhua circling it. It takes two mumbles of apologies from Chaewon and you and rejecting Jaemin’s request of aegyo in exchange for his forgiveness for everyone to settle around the coffee table comfortably. Flipping through the TV to choose something right for background noise, you find yourself on the couch with your back to the armrest and your knees tucked to your chest, Jeno spreading himself next to you.

“Did you get here safely? Sorry I couldn’t drive you,” Jeno asks as his gaze shifts from Shuhua who’s shuffling to sit in front of the both of you to you who aggressively presses the buttons of Jaemin and Haechan’s TV remote to find something that appeases you.

You shake your head; “It’s fine, I had Chaewon to accompany me. We’re gonna go home together so it’s all good,” You shove at his shoulder with a shit-eating grin, “Designated driver.” You giggle as he sighs dramatically, squealing straight after as he pinches your shin through your jeans.

“Oh my god, before I forget, look at this store I found on the way here.” Shuhua leans into your side, handing you a drink while scrolling through her phone, trying to find a picture. You take a few gulps, ready to down the drink as quickly as possible to get it into your system, wanting to have fun and relax tonight. With music playing as background noise and everyone passing around snacks and drinks that you’ve provided, you quickly get comfortable as conversations divide.

“And then he looks me dead in the eye and- can you two stop giggling? I’m trying to recite poetry here,” Renjun’s word makes you slap your hand dramatically over yours and Jeno’s mouth, which the latter blanches at and shoves away, something about the smell of alcohol.

“As I was saying . . .” Renjun’s words fade into the background music that you played on the TV as soon as his gaze shifts back to the cup he’s holding in his hand to regain his focus.

“How much do you wanna . .” You giggle breathily when you tapped Jeno’s shoulder and leaned in to whisper to him, resulting in his fingers pinching his nose certainly from your alcohol-riddled breath. You hiccup. “How much do you wanna bet that he’s told this story at least three times?” His face turns serious for a second, taking your inquiry profoundly.

“I think this might be his fourth time actually,” He presses a finger to his lips as his eyes squint towards Renjun in consideration. Your eyes follow his movement and land on his lips, bit a little red as he seriously ponders your unfiltered thoughts, and your mouth opens slightly in thought as you see him lick his lips and tilt his head with a tsk. Before your wandering hands could get far as they fist and unfist themselves on your knees, Shuhua’s laugh echoes and she slaps Haechan sharply on his bicep.

“What! I’m right,” He says as he rubs at his arms.

“I’m agreeing with you,” She slurs from below you, eyes closing as her hands smack against her flushed cheeks, alcohol clearly in her bloodstream. “That’s why I smacked you! I thought you liked it when women hit you?”

“Oh my god,” Renjun sighs, grabbing a bottle from the table and filling his cup once more, not flinching as he drinks it just as quickly.

“What did he say? I wanna know,” Chaewon pouts beside Jaemin and Yeji, with the latter having herself curled around Chaewon’s waist, struggling against losing consciousness.

“I said that it's impossible to separate those two, they’re like-” He starts waving his hand around with his eyes closed as if swatting a fly. “Super glued by the hip. They live with each other but whenever we’re out they’re always talking to each other as if they haven't been friends since high school.” It’s when everyone's gaze settles on the couch where you and Jeno are perched that you realise that they’re talking about you, or you and Jeno to be more specific.

Jeno sucks in a breath in between his teeth in disagreement. “You’re just jealous you don’t have a bond like us.” You agree credulously with a rapid nod of your head, hand attacking Haechan’s shoulders just past Jeno, as you shake him relentlessly with Jeno’s knees digging into your ribs.

“Jealous jealous Haechan! Runs his mouth and likes getting degraded by women.”

“I trust Chaewon with a secret once and the whole country is in on it- if you shake me anymore I’ll burst like a coke bottle and it won’t be sweet soda covering the floor.”

You step out of the bathroom with a towel rubbing your face, having freshly showered and dried your hair, the shuffle of your house slippers is the only sound echoing throughout your apartment as you head towards the kitchen. There you see a vast expanse of Jeno’s back hunched over the stove, a spoon in one hand as he stirs what seems like stew; as a form of gratitude, you swiftly place your towel on the drying rack and head to the fridge to pick out some leftover rice to plate and microwave to pair with the hangover stew he’s curating.

“Good morning,” You mumble softly, so as not to scare him, reaching into the cupboards to take out your respective bowls. Jeno glances at you with a small smile and replies with a hum. Silence wraps itself around the both of you like a warm blanket as you go on doing your mundane, everyday things; but it’s when you reach out for the bowl after the microwave signalises its completion that the happenings of last night trickle into your head.

Everyone was either tipsy or past that point, Jeno had won the bet you made as Renjun said his story four times instead of three, Yeji had looked a concerning amount of red after the second bottle of soju and some poor ratio of somaek that Jaemin had attempted to make, and-

“Hey,” You break the silence, making Jeno glance back at you quickly while he’s setting down the pot to show that he’s listening. You hesitate only briefly before continuing, “We’re not, like- I mean we’re not always attached by the hip,” You laugh softly although with a bit of nerve, in an attempt to wash over how this has been nagging at your subconscious just a bit. You’re not quite sure if what you said was a question or a statement to solidify your stance, regardless of what it was, you were quite unsure about its validity. Jeno is always understanding, which made bringing this concern of yours slightly easier to address. His slight chuckle affirmed your theory and eased your worries, as he looked at setting your utensils down while recollecting the events of last night.

“Nah, we live together and have most of our classes together, so it’s just convenient for us to stick around to each other.” You nod along, maybe a bit too overeager, sitting down at your coffee table in the living room with a cushion underneath, Jeno quickly following suit to your right side.

“Yeah, I mean,” You start as you dip your spoon into your respective bowl to collect the soup. “Haechan and Chaewon are bitter bitches - don’t tell Chaewon, feel free to tell Haechan though,”

Jeno hums, “If anything, it’s more like you're attached to my hip.” He chuckles as he slurps on his soup. You, on the other hand, feel your blood run cold, the warmth of the stew suddenly providing no comfort.

“What do you mean I am the one that’s attached to you?” You felt your eyebrows furrowed together just slightly, all out of reflex as you attempted to catch his gaze with your piercing one. Oblivious to your tone and gaze, however, Jeno’s smile looks more infuriating than friendly as he continues with his breakfast. “I mean, you’re always texting and calling me, you know with your ‘where are you’s and ‘are you free’.” The sound of your spoon being smacked on the wooden table finally brings him out of his reverie, eyes a bit wide and soup tipping over his spoon and onto his shirt as he flinches; you soften ever so slightly at his reaction to your outburst, but you still stand your ground.

“So I’m clingy if I simply check up on you and act like a decent friend?” Your annoyance was obvious at this point, your appetite for Jeno’s hard work suddenly gone. How can he say these things so easily? A friendship is all about the gives and takes and checking up on one another and spending time with each other, is it not? If anything had changed, you’re sure you didn’t receive the memo.

“Come on, I didn’t say that,” Always the pacifist, Jeno too sets his spoon down in an attempt of making his point. “Statistically, if we were to tally up-”

“Statistically? Since when did you care about maths you b-”

“You just tend to check up on me more than I do you, and sometimes it’s not needed like- Remember that time you called me during my lecture to tell me that I’d forgotten my sprite can from when we had lunch. I could’ve just gotten another bottle.” He tries to laugh it off, his elbow gently brushing against yours, almost as if he’s afraid you’ll pounce if he jostles you too hard. You feel your ears turn hot, no doubt red but from anger or embarrassment, you’re not sure.

Deciding that you’re not gonna have your ass simply handed to you by a man who listens to loud hype music when he’s sad, you turn your body around, hands fisted at each side of your cushion to face him. “Well,” Your fists clench once, twice by your sides. “At least I don’t spam text someone and panic when they don’t reply to me after negative five seconds of sending a text. I don’t know how you always expect me to be on my phone!” Your hands are now raised in the air as your shoulders rise, frustration built into your figure.

It’s now Jeno’s turn to furrow his eyebrows in confusion, something you’ve found he does just before he gets angry. “Oh, so you can call me when it concerns a stupid can of coke, but I-”

“It was a sprite, get your ‘statistics’ righ-”

“But when it’s about your safety and well-being, I’m being clingy?” His hands are now crossed against his chest, his shoulders now facing you too. You know your nose has probably flared a few times throughout this rough interaction, as you bring one of your elbows to rest on the couch, hand cradling the back of your head. Nimble fingers easing your temple, you can feel your headache coming back slowly as you neglect the cure for your hangover and instead opt to fight for your right. The soup may fix your headache, but not your pride.

“You know what, while we’re here, tell me what other characteristics of mine are ‘clingy’, huh? So I can sculpt myself to fit your mould.” Jeno’s words make you soften just the slightest bit, but not for long as his tone settles in alongside his air quotation marks on the word ‘clingy’.

You scoff, “You know what? I fucking will, I hate that I have to fit my schedules around yours just because you want us to hang out on a regular basis. You know how much bank I’m missing out on because I’m freeing my Fridays so we can ‘gym’ together or whatever you have in mind. I don’t even like the gym that much!” Your finger is pointing at him accusingly, shifting your position from cross-legged to your knees being pressed against the cushion on the floor, an attempt to give you some leverage in this quarrel with your added height. This wouldn’t be the first time you two have bickered, as you’d have your moments of stubbornness as much as the next person, however, this was the first time things have escalated enough for not just you, but Jeno to gain strong desires to stand your respective grounds.

“Oh yeah?” His eyes narrow at you and your attempt to put yourself in the upper hand, his lips curling into a smirk with his riposte at his tongue. “I think it’s my turn now, I hate it when you have no respect for my space. I know we live together, but you can’t just have me at your beck and call every other moment. There’s this thing called knocking? You know how many times you’ve walked in on me trying to-”

You seethe as your body surges forward in anger, your finger jabbing into his chest, ready to counteract him. This sequence of events seems to be the tipping point for both of you, as his hands clasp around your wrist while you raise yourself fully on your knees.

“You know what I think we should do?”

Jeno raises his eyebrow, “Oh, you’ve started using that brain of yours finall-” Clasping your free hand over his mouth, your fingers squeeze into his cheeks as a warning. “We should make a bet.” You propose but are quickly met with a wet sensation against the palm of your hand. Shrieking, you pull your hand back and wipe Jeno’s successful attempt of removing your hand from his mouth onto his hoodie.

“What good would a bet do?” He has his hands crossed over his chest, his chin lifting almost subconsciously as he gets ready to challenge your proposition.

“Let’s bet to see who can go longest without talking to the other person.” You bring your hand back and tuck some locks behind your ear.

After minutes of attempting to get your points across without a smart retort or an angry outburst, you’ve both finally come to a slight conclusion. Written on the mini blackboard next to the mirror by the entrance of your shared unit, are the initial rules of the bet in your excessively neat writing (something you did only to piss Jeno off more) and the elaborations by Jeno.

1. No talking 2. No texting 3. No calling

Hangouts are limited to group outings; no hangouts should involve the two of us only.

Emergencies are the only exception to all of these rules. Whoever speaks first and addresses the other directly (through any medium) loses. Winner gets a week's worth of takeout provided by the loser and bragging rights.

You both face the measly blackboard as Jeno squeezes the full stop with the chalk in his hand. Turning to him, you’re a bit cautious to speak as you’re not sure if the bet has started already. However your worries are eased when he looks at you too while holding his hand out; “Good luck, you’ll need it.”

Gripping his hand with as much force as you can exert, you glare only slightly before smiling and saying “Game on.”

Dropping your bag at the door, the door closes behind you as you lean your hand against the wall to give you some support as you unlace your shoelaces with your other hand. Your body aches from sitting in the stiff chairs of your university’s lecture hall for hours on end, but you can already feel yourself relaxing the moment you step foot into your apartment.

Knowing that Jeno wasn’t home was giving you even more comfort, as you now don't have to stress about actively avoiding him and being hyper-aware of whether or not you’ve addressed him in any form. Placing your shoes on your designated side of the shoe rack, you shuffle into your house slippers and make your way to the fridge, craving a snack after hours of commuting and attending lectures and tutorials. As you move from searching within your cabinets to the fridge, you see a hot pint sticky note placed next to a tourist magnet attached to your fridge with what undoubtedly looks like Jeno’s handwriting.

Get some milk pls. we’ve run out

ps. this doesnt count

Shrugging, you make a mental note to get milk after your shift at your workplace later today as you scrunch the note up and discard it. After getting some leftover food from the fridge and plating it, you move towards your microwave when this time your eye spots a bright yellow notepad next to the toaster.

Clean up after you toast ur bread pls. the crumbs always attract ants

You feel your shoulders tense just a bit as you read the message before you, Jeno’s handwriting suddenly looking just a bit uglier than what you remember it being. But before you react anymore, the beeping of the microwave sets off and momentarily distracts you. Retrieving your plate, you decide to listen - or rather, respond - to his request as you steadily grab a tissue and wipe the crumbs off from the counter and into your hand, quickly rid of both the crumbs and the yellow note before your food grows cold.

“This is good, actually,” you speak aloud to yourself. “He can now tell me what he wants me to do without putting his pacifist face on, and there’ll be no conflict just because we’re not on speaking terms. Easy peasy.” You should’ve known, should’ve known that it’s never easy fucking peasy because if all these years of living in this world has taught you anything, it’s that your life will never be easy and the universe will make sure of it.

It’s a green colour one this time, and you couldn't have missed it even if you wanted to, it's a hideous shade that no one but Jeno would use, being a great contrast against the stark beige colour of your coffee table. You squint your eyes, first out of anger, and second out of struggle from trying to read his grotesque handwriting; he truly needs to go back to elementary school, you declare.

can you record the game on channel 5 for me? starts at 7:45 pm but im heading to the gym to-

You clap your hands together with the notepad not so slowly being obliterated between your fingers, your shoulders rising as you feel your blood run hot.

“Who does he think he is?” You huff as you rip it into tiny bits, leaving its remains sprinkled back on the coffee table as you snatch your plate back. “Telling me what to do, like I’m a fucking maid. This is my house too! ‘Record the game’, why don’t I record me flaming your-” You halt your words as you feel your anger almost tipping over before you come to your senses; you’re not gonna let this man affect you, declaring that you will also not listen to his demands, quickly shuffling around the house and into your room, your food undoubtedly cold at this point. The microwave isn’t going anywhere, and your food can wait but your pride can’t.

“Maybe I should’ve taken psychology? Because there’s no way this behaviour can’t be diagnosed as something.” You talk into the phone as you stand in front of your desk in your room, with Chaewon listening on the other end of the line.

“What the- what are you even saying?” Chaewon voices her confusion followed shortly by the shuffling sound, seemingly adjusting herself.

“Remember the bet I made with Jeno? When we said we should see who can go the longest without talking to one another.” Your finger grazes along the edge of your table as you continue to speak into the phone, which is now on speaker as you move around your room in search of something; a pen, trash can, or maybe even a book on how to make your roommate suffer.

“Of course I remember that stupid bet. Yeji couldn’t stop laughing and Jaemin had to contemplate whether or not he should find her puffer. She’s not even asthmatic? Wait, what happened?” You sigh when you find a bin throughout your quest and place it under your desk, before taking your phone and turning its camera on.

“I’ll send you a pic in a second,” And as soon as the picture is taken and sent, a gasp resonates from your scratchy speaker before Chaewon bursts out laughing. Before you are bundles of post-it notes that Jeno has gone above and beyond with his pettiness and plastered throughout your relatively small desk, but the abundance of is written on it is what has you plotting your next few moves.

Stop using my fabric softener, and put the remote in its designated pocket space, you have to vacuum every other week too. You do spot a few blank ones, and a few ones that say absolute nonsense, which you guess were substitutes for when Jeno must’ve run out of things to complain about.

“That’s a waste of paper; all of this just because you didn’t listen to him the last time? Isn’t this whole bet about not listening to one another?” Chaewon says as you pick sticky note after sticky note, bunching them up in your hand and binning them straight after

You almost defended him, almost, before remembering the labour that your hands are going through right now was caused by him, and set your hands down, the bin in your left hand hitting the side of your leg. “You know what Chaewon? Maybe you’re right, maybe I should avenge myself.”

“No, no. I didn’t say that. Don’t say that I said that. No one said that, and please before you do anything just think twice.”

“All credit goes to you baby,” You call endearingly as you start rummaging through your own desk, looking for a pen or two and stacking Jeno’s empty sticky notes. For recycling purposes only.

Jeno shakes his closed umbrella right outside your shared unit in an attempt to dry it out as much as possible. The rain was merciless today, which was also Jeno’s busiest day of the week, with an early start to his day by hitting the gym, a few classes back to back and an early night shift. But he’s home now, and the day is going to be behind him as he winds down with a bath first and gaming late into the night second.

As he shuffles down the hallway, his eye glances towards your closed door, as the light filtering through the bottom of it indicates you are inside. He wonders if you’re mad at him for using all that post-it notes - which were all yours, and to spite you even further he hid all of his at Haechan and Renjun’s unit. But he knew that doing that would push your buttons a bit and get you yelling, at him was what he hoped, however, the next few days after you were as serene as the next person.

Jeno had to ask Haechan if he really did put post-it notes all over your desk or if he just dreamt it. He got his answer in the form of a smack on the backside of his head and a quip of ‘stop asking stupid questions and focus on the game’.

Ruffling his hair with his hand, he tries to shake the thought of you out of his head and instead opts to start his spa night. His routine is as ordinary as any; he reaches into the tub and sets the water to its hottest point first while he retrieves the clothes that he’ll change to after. The only variable that he didn’t care to take into account was the bet.

A thump is all you hear for a few seconds after you hear the water running, but the silence that follows afterwards did not help with the jumpscare you received when Jeno barges into your room with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Oh my god,” You shriek as you quickly bring your hands up to cover your eyes, but before your hands get to shield your eyes you are quickly grabbed by the wrists and dragged to the shared bathroom.

Opening your mouth, you almost slipped and ruined the bet with the sense of victory that filled you if Jeno’s stiff - and surprisingly broad - shoulders were anything to go by. But before you could utter a word, your eyes follow from Jeno’s back (were they always this smooth?) to the bathtub in front of you both, making your eyes widen as you gasp.

Pulling your twist on the post-it notes, you knew that Friday nights were Jeno’s spa nights due to him having a long day, as you would usually be a part of his routine with a bottle of wine and two glasses waiting as he finishes washing up. This is exactly why you thought that the best way to disrupt his peace is by filling up every corner of the bathtub with the sticky notes you know he hid at Haechan and Renjun’s place. But the bathtub in front of you was now filled with both sticky notes and hot boiling water.

“I-” You go with a start, which startles Jeno as you look at him and just as quickly look away. “I’m speaking out loud to myself and saying this to no one in particular. But I don’t think this looks good.”

Jeno clears his throat and subconsciously clenches his hand, which reminds you that he’s still holding onto your wrist with a firm grip. “I’m also thinking out loud to myself, and I think the person who did this should be the one to break it to the landlord why our drain is clogged with wet paper.” You quickly whip your head to face him, about to retort before he turns around and does the same thing, his eyes encouraging you with a go on. All you do is press your jaw together ever so slightly and roll up your sleeves, and without a second thought, you reach your hand into the tub and attempt to gather as much of the spongy paper as you can.

Between all of that out-loud thinking and the disaster that is set out in front of you, you had somewhat forgotten that the tub is full of hot water, causing you to scream and retreat as fast as you could away from the blazing hotness, making you collide with Jeno and his very naked chest. His hands instinctively reach out for your shoulders to steady you, and the warmth of his hold and body heat relaxes you the slightest bit, all while stirring something weird in your stomach.

“I’m thinking out loud that we- that my roommate and I can solve this. Ourselves. Without having to spend money and an embarrassing amount of time explaining ourselves.”

“I’m thinking that I agree with the thought that I just heard.”

You tug on the back of your skirt as you wait for Shuhua to retrieve the shots she’s ordered for you both. It’s been a week after the bathroom catastrophe, and out of all people Jaemin had declared that he has had enough of the post-it shenanigans, confiscating any sticky notes left in both yours and Haechan and Renjun’s units with a warning of ‘We have less than three years to salvage what’s left of this earth. The least you can do is not this and recycle. And buy organic.’

So far you’ve accomplished two out of three, because buying organic is expensive, which is something you should celebrate. Hence here you are, honouring something about not doing your assignments and saving the earth.

“Here’s to climate change! And learning how to stop it!” Shuhua frowns briefly before clinking her shot glass against yours, as you lick the line of salt from the back of your hand and down the shot.

You have to admit, it hasn’t been easy keeping up with the bet the more time passes. You would sometimes forget about it all together after its initial happenings, making you almost slip and lose every now and then. You would pull out your phone to text him something, only for the last date of the text to remind you why you’re not on speaking terms anymore. Or you’d see him in the living room and are tempted to sit next to him on the couch and ask what he’s been up to before you take note of his cautious and stiff body language; all reminding you of this bet you’ve established.

But tonight you don’t have to worry about anything, because although Jeno is here, your whole friend group is, and so you have plenty of other people to talk to that aren’t Jeno, or Jeno related.

Grabbing Shuhua’s hand, you head to the booth that your group has been able to snatch, placing your things down as Jaemin and Yeji opted to sit around the booth first, before heading to the middle of the club, blending in with the rest of the crowd. The alcohol warms your stomach, and you stick by Shuhua as you manoeuvre yourself in the crowd, aiming to find a place where it’s not too loud with the music and not too sparse with the people; just the right fit. One particular push to your shoulder has you losing your grip on Shuhua’s hand momentarily, and as you’re about to turn and give the culprit a piece of your mind, you are suddenly facing Jeno’s wide eyes. Shuhua, who has had too many drinks this early into the night, is oblivious to the tension between you and Jeno. Haven’t been in this close of proximity with him for a solid week, it’s like you had somehow forgotten how to act around each other. But the blonde girl didn’t care for any of that and started slinging her hand around both of your shoulders and pulling you in for a dance. And who were you to decline a fun time?

You feel your body relaxing, joints less stiff as you decide to ignore the tension set and instead opt for a fun time, pumping your hands to the beat and bumping shoulders with Shuhua as you two clumsily sing the lyrics to the songs or words that sound close enough.

It's somewhere between the third song and Shuhua trying her best to say something in your ear that you realise she has left and it’s just you and Jeno in the crowd. The latter looking at the front where the DJ spins their records, your eyes scan his figure as you see his body move side to side with one hand tucked into the pocket of his pants, his chain necklace small but still glistening against his neck, which is also now covered with perspiration, and before you know it, the warmth in your stomach is more due to the closeness of your body with his rather than the alcohol swirling in your stomach. Or is it something else?

No words are exchanged as his free hand settles on your waist by reflex as the crowd pushes you two closer to one another. With the weight and warmth of his hand on your waist, you feel your hands hesitatingly reach up to the crook of his elbows, fingers tapping against his biceps to the beat. You didn’t know a simple touch would make you feel such a way, but maybe the two weeks of avoiding one another have affected you both more than you originally thought, as you feel Jeno’s other hand fall on the other side of your body and pull you forward, barely having your body miss clashing into another person with a full drink in their hand, a recipe for disaster.

Your eyes widen as the side of your face brushes against his chest, the heat of both of your bodies radiating off and on one another. His hands are clasped against your elbows and yours against his chest as he holds you close, and your panicked eyes meet his briefly before both of you recognise the position you're in.

Quickly pulling apart, you feel your face grow hotter and realise that being together alone - although with a crowd of strangers surrounding you - goes entirely against the bet. And from the grim look on Jeno’s face, it seems like he’s arrived at a similar conclusion. Before you know it, you’ve both turned around simultaneously and walked away, as you find yourself trying to find wherever Shuhua had tried shouting in your ear before.

The heat of the sun coupled with the light breeze makes for great weather, which is why you were willing to get up and out of bed and bear with whatever bright ideas Jaemin is sharing with you at this very moment.

“- would you flush? Because at one point you’ve already flushed once but you didn’t know that you still had a little bit of pee left in you-”

“Why are we letting this go on?” You shifted your handheld fan from one hand to another before Haechan shushed you with his hand shoving your head back, allowing him to look past you and at Jaemin easier.

“I like what he has to say this time, let him go on.” Jaemin looks touched at Haechan’s words, before a look of disgust quickly replaces it when Haechan winks and blows a kiss.

“Thank you Haechan, for what it’s worth. As I was saying-” A shout of your name has all three of your heads turning to your right, where you see Shuhua waving her hand at you with Jeno at her side.

“Thank you for saving me, I was feeling my brain slowly deteriorate with each word that they were saying. No offence,” You purse your lips in faux apology to both Haechan and Jaemin, with the former muttering something about avenging their duo with due time while Jaemin says ‘None taken’.

Your gaze falls on your roommate, taking in his hoodie that he still insists on wearing even when the weather is warm before it falls to his face, which you find smiling fondly at Jaemin and his attempt to break down his ethical dilemma. Your lips curl into a smile along with him, his smile taking up his whole face and a chuckle of disbelief coming out when he sees both Haechan and Shuhua take his dilemma with great consideration. You feel your cheeks warm the longer you look at him, and it's as if he feels your gaze on him when he turns his head slightly to look at you, catching you in the act of staring at him.

You let your smile fall, cheeks feeling redder as you clear your throat and attempt to salvage whatever pride you have left. It’s almost as if you’re getting to know each other like the first few times, with both your body language weird and distant as you tread lightly around one another. The summer heat addled with the light breeze and the soft laughter of your friends are makes you feel warm, and you’re not sure if the heat that maintained in your cheeks and the tightness of your chest is due to the haze or the fact that Jeno’s shoulder is gently brushing against yours with the kind smile that you’ve missed. You almost throw all caution to the wind, opening your mouth ever so slightly and taking a breath in, maybe put an end to this painful bet and talk with one another like how things were.

You see Jeno lift his hand up and slightly shake a can of sprite, glinting ever so slightly with every angle of the sun making contact, the shine of it glaring at you in mockery. Your mouth clamps shut and your eyebrows furrowed together, and just as you’re about to let his teasing get to you (right as you were having a moment), Shuhua loops her arms with yours and starts tugging in what seems like the opposite direction.

“Come on, Yeji said she had some pop-up thing to show us in her building.” And you’re twisting your body to take a last glance at the boys’ retreating figure, you gesture your middle finger when you see Jeno taking a look back at you as well with a smugness in his smile.

The sound of bowling pins being knocked down echoes throughout the venue, with distant sound effects and clinks from the arcade being picked up. Your hands graze against different bowling balls all with different numbers presented on them, as you fit your fingers through the holes and weigh each one in your hand to find one to your comfort. Renjun and Chaewon are writing each person's initials into the system while Shuhua gets some drinks from the bar, as you make your way to the sitting booth once you’ve found the right ball.

“Are you ready to get absolutely smashed again Haechan?”

“Last time it was a fluke, I had bad luck because Jeno played before me and would cheat by chucking his balls harshly. He likes it hard for some reason.” Jeno gives a slight smack to his shoulder as he settles down with trays of fries purchased from the venue's bar.

“You’re making it weird, stop making it weird.”

The game eventually commences, with Yeji being first and Haechan being last, just so he can ‘get a good scope of how the game is going’. Whatever that means. As you sit at the booth with Chaewon and Renjun at your sides, Shuhua finally arrives with some drinks while Jaemin trails behind her with some finger food. You reach out towards the drinks first, grabbing at anything to distract yourself, because for some reason your eyes keep trailing back to where Jeno’s standing in front of the bowling balls, as he decides on a heavier ball after his last ‘slip-up’. Or so he calls it, claiming that the ball he had was too light.

His simple and fitting t-shirt strains the slightest bit against his back when he goes to compare the weight of one ball and the other, and that alone makes your mind wander to places; places like him and his stupid gym routine, how hard he must push himself for his clothes to fit with a bit of a struggle, how he would sweat and breat-

“Woah slow down there, if I knew we were gonna go hardcore I would’ve brought some alcohol from home.” Shuhua waves her hand at you as you insist on drowning your drink, the bitterness and burn of it barely processing as you reach for the chips.

“Sorry,” You said with food bunched at one side of your mouth, “I was . . . thirsty.” That’s one way to put it, a tame way. As the game continues, you manage to more or less distract yourself as you down any drinks in your vicinity and attempt to not fall last during the game.

Reaching for a churro that was on the table, you attempt to coat it in your favourite dip when you realise that it’s placed on the other side of the table, where Haechan and Jeno are situated. Looking at the two together, you open your mouth, ready to call Haechan’s name out when the boy stood up, ready to play his turn. That leaves you with two options, standing up and getting it yourself or calling Jeno; and having your four entire weeks of effort go to waste. You decide to go with the third option.

“Chaewon, can you ask Jeno to pass the dip?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but you knew if you did attempt to whisper Shuhua would attempt to get it out of you one way or another, creating a non-ideal situation.

“Hey Chaewon,” Jeno’s voice startles you both, as your eyes widen towards Jeno's direction, who is dipping his own churros in the chocolate dip all while actively looking at the girl sitting beside you, his eyes avoiding you. “Can you relay the message that if someone needs something, they can try getting it themself?” You hear Chaewon chuckle nervously beside you, subconsciously pushing herself forward in her seat in some attempt of being a barrier between you two. Furrowing your eyebrows, you reach your hand forward and gently push at Chaewons shoulder to look past and directly at Jeno.

You didn’t consider this non-ideal situation.

“Chaewon, can you relay one more message about how it doesn’t hurt to help people from time to time?” Jeno’s gaze falls directly on you as you say this, as he shifts from his relaxed position of having his arms support him against the booth to leaning his forearms resting against his legs.

“Can you tell this person that the dip is well within their reach?”

“Can you also tell a certain person that they don’t need to be an asshole all the time? Sometimes his shit attitude is so strong it lasts me a week worth of bad experiences.”

“Oh yeah? Haechan, can you rely upon the ghost to stay off my fucking back? They’re the reason why this whole bet thing is going on,”

“Ooh, Haechan, I have a better one; try telling this rat that this bet exists because of their big fucking eg-”

“Oh my god, oh my god please.” Haechan is now gripping onto Shuhua who’s sitting on his right side and filming this whole thing.

“This is gonna do so good on Twitter, imagine the number of people trying to take sides and prove who’s right. And the out-of-context screenshots. And the number of accounts paying me to advertise their mood lights and vibrators.”

“Isn’t Twitter, like shutting down or something?”

“Okay, you know what? Either you two shut up right now or I’ll have Haechan play your rounds until the game ends; do you wanna lose the game, your pride and the amount of money you spent to play this game?” Renjun’s shoulders are shaped in a way that emits a parental figure, making both of you shrink within his presence.

“Well?” He repeats louder this time now that everyone’s quieted down, looking at the both of you expectantly, to which you both shake your head no. Renjun pinches the bridge of his nose and tilts his head up as if avoiding a nosebleed from this two-second stress that he induced on himself. Who told him to get involved? He could’ve just had Jaemin say some shit and avoid this whole thing.

With the heat rising in your cheeks, you look at Jeno and see he is flushed similarly to you, as a result of being scolded like you were five. Even in the dim light of the bowling alley, you can still see the red that adorns Jeno’s cheek and the base of his neck, which makes you wonder how low his flush spreads to. You remember Jeno’s fingers sometimes being flushed pink even with minimal use, and the more you wonder . . .

Startled, you looked up and away from where your eyes were starting to wander, feeling hotter and slightly guilty about the way your train of thought was heading. You feel your cheeks to confirm your suspicion, both of your hands going to squeeze them together to gauge its hotness, when you make eye contact with Jeno once again, who looks like he’s in a daze.

Toeing off your shoes, your shoulders slump down as you feel the comfort of your house engulf you with the beep of the door closing, relieved to finally be home. This whole week has taken a toll on you both physically and mentally, with work asking you to cover more shifts than your usual hour, and a type of group work is due as your group mates are divided by either complaining about every single detail of the project or not putting in any effort at all.

Washing up and changing into comfortable home clothes, you sit on the living room couch and turn on the TV, reaching for your chips with one hand as the other navigates between shows with the remote. Friday night is always a night you’ll cherish, with the work week coming to a finish, allowing you to endorse yourself in healing activities such as laying on your bed, on your couch and on your floor, stomach so full that it pains you to to speak let alone move, as you fall asleep to whatever you put to watch.

But for some reason, tonight feels like something is missing.

Going up to the fridge, you open the door and scavenge around, looking for anything, in particular, that may be an answer to this missing thing. As you push around some containers filled with side dishes and bottles of water around, the beeping sound of the door opening alerts you, and with a slow rise, you head towards the door and the expected person.

Jeno’s full head of hair is what you see when you realise that he’s the one missing from your night of relaxation routine. Before the whole bet, you recall the two of you coming together and unwinding, as you go on about who annoyed you this week and Jeno gives in a listening ear, repeating back to you your words as a sort of jest that he’s listening and that he agrees, even at times where he thinks you’re the one in the wrong.

As he places his shoes on his side of the shoe rack, you realise the weight of this whole bet and how much it has depleted the quality of your life; Friday nights still feel special, but you’ve been ending them with a sort of knot in your stomach for the past few weeks.

Jeno looks up to see you standing at the doorway, looking at him as he places his shoes on the rack with a sort of look of contemplation. He doesn’t know what exactly you’re contemplating, but as time passes he realises that it wasn’t his murder or anything vicious, but more so something that’s twinged with a bit of sadness if teh tilt of your lips indicates anything. Reflexively, he goes to say something once more and catches himself again as your eyes light up again with some sort of consciousness, looking at him one last time before heading back to where you were situated on the couch.

Deeming this as one of your plans to get him to break, Jeno shakes his head and picks up his bag from where he left it at the door, ready to go to his own room and unwind as well. But as he passes, he can’t help but look at you one more time, and you too look up at him, this time with your hand inching up just slightly, but Jeno notices, and he realises that this whole bet isn’t something that either one of you wants to keep going with. Looking at you with hopeful eyes, this time it’s your mouth that opens and closes like a fish, and Jeno can’t help but smile slightly at your attempt of saying something, anything after five weeks of the both of you trying your best.

Looking at Jeno’s smile, your heart warms just slightly as you realise that he hasn’t smiled in your presence since the beginning of the bet, and it turns sour just as fast when you realise what his smile could mean. Was that a smile of victory? Because you were the one who was weak enough to open their mouth and lose this whole thing. You slapped a hand against your mouth and dramatically looked away, closing your eyes just in case he was to get your attention. How stupid did he think you were?

Jeno just stares at you blankly as you face the other way with your eyes closed, your left hand coming up and waving him away, telling him to go. With a slump to his posture, he readjusts the bag on his shoulder and continues with his path to his room.

“Mhm,” You hum and you shift your phone to squish between your cheek and your shoulder, your right hand reaching into your backpack's front pocket in order to retrieve your keys.

“Are you already home?” Shuhua groans on the other side of the line, stopping in the middle of her story when she hears the jingle of the contents of your bag shuffling around. Squeezing your cheek even harder against the phone to stop it from falling to its demise, you give a grunt of confirmation.

“Yeah, good luck with your rep meeting, hopefully, Renjun doesn’t give you a tough time.”

“He always gives me a tough time.” You hold your phone in your hand as you say goodbye to her, halting the process of finding your house keys. Placing it in your pocket, you squat down and place your bag on the ground in front of your unit, using both of your hands to find this damned key of yours. You could’ve sworn you placed your keys in your bag this morning before heading off to your class; I previously used it last night after my night shift, you recall your steps, I came home, put the keys in, got inside, closed the door, was about to place the keys where I always do when Jeno-

Oh.

You recall attempting to put your keys where you always do, but you had bumped into Jeno who was also at the door, and you deliberately remember becoming flustered at the proximity of you two, with your head bowed from placing your shoes on the rack making you eye level with his stomach. He’d also looked back at you with his eyes wide and lips ever so slightly pouted, stumbling a bit back after the initial shock of your positions settled in. You ran into your room, the keys abandoned by the shoe rack, which means you missed them in the morning because you’d assumed that they were already in your bag.

Which means you can’t get in.

Oh.

Pulling out your phone, you swipe around and click on Chaewons number, thinking that when she picks up you’ll just ask her if you can temporarily crash at her place. But after a few rings, it’s evident that it’s more a matter of if she picks up, which she doesn’t. Okay, that’s okay, let’s just reconsider.

Shuhua has the student body meeting with Renjun, which eliminates two people already. Chaewon isn’t answering, Yeji is out of town and Jeno-

How could you forget about Jeno? He’s in the house as you recall seeing him in the morning, probably watching something on the couch as you recall today being one of his less busy days.

Chuckling to yourself, you swat your hand at yourself, making a jest of how forgetful and panicky you were over something so small. Ringing the doorbell, you lean casually against the door’s jamb, waiting for Jeno to open the door.

“It’s a bit quiet, isn’t it?” you muse to yourself when you’ve fully leant against the jamb. You strain your ears and inch a bit closer to the door frame before blaming the thickness of your door on its noise cancellation. After a few minutes of silence, you let your smile falter only a little bit, thinking that Jeno simply didn’t hear it the first time around, and so you ring again. Nothing.

“Maybe he’s showering,” You say as you ring again after a few seconds.

“Or maybe he has his headphones on,” You ring two times in a row for great measure.

“Or he’s just pulling some sick prank,” Your brows are furrowed as you ring five times in a row, your doorbell chime hiccuping in on itself. You slide down against the door harshly with a sigh coming from your lips. Or maybe, you think, he’s not home.

Another idea springs to your mind as you sit up straight and pull out your phone once more, going to your contacts straight away. You’ll just call him! This somewhat counts as an emergency, right? You’re stranded outside of your house without your keys and there aren’t many sanctuaries you can escape to.

“It’s a bit cold with the cloudy weather today, calling him would make sense.” You stare at your phone, your finger hesitating over Jeno’s number even with your words of affirmation. It’s not long before the bet overtakes your thoughts. What if he thinks you’re incapable of handling yourself? Or are too dependent?

You shake your head and turn off your phone, placing it back into your pocket and leaning even more into the door. “He probably is just running some errand or something.” You wonder aloud as you make yourself comfortable against the door, tucking your legs close and resting your arms atop your knees, your head following and nestling between the bundle of your arms. You close your eyes, the fatigue of today's work catching up to you; “He’ll be back in no time.”

Jeno is rubbing at his shoulder in the elevator, before going even higher to the juncture between his neck and shoulder, relieving some of the pain after having to carry both a drunk Haechan and sober Jaemin home. The two had a free schedule tonight where they usually don't, and so they’d made an impromptu Boys™ outing by heading to their usual bar as Haechan forgets to pace himself and not mix his spirits while Jaemin gets egged on by Haechan’s drunk antics. The white noise of the LED sign of the elevator showing the floor numbers and the time, 1:06 AM, in blaring red paired with the usual scent of the clean elevator makes Jeno glad that he passed on drinking tonight.

With a ding, the elevator door opens to the level which yours and Jeno’s unit is, his fist punching lightly his neck as he shuffles his way through the hallway with his head braced downwards. He wonders if you’re home now, and what conjunction you’ve cooked up for yourself this time. You’d always make something really low quality and quick when you were really hungry, only to end up complaining about how low quality it is and how sick you are of eating the same thing over and over, and how next time you’ll meal prep like how he does but you never do.

Slowly lifting his head up, his gaze follows suit and lands on his door, but not before he catches you lying at the foot of the door, passed out and squeezed into yourself. Quickening his pace, he squats down to your level and places both of his hands on your shoulder and then on your biceps, panic getting to him quickly as he thinks of the worse case scenarios. Shaking your shoulders, he brings his hands to your forehead and checks your temperature, before pulling up your sleeves and inspecting your skin for any fresh blemishes or wounds. His jostling of your body wakes you up, squinting an eye against the harsh commercial lights of the hallways when you hear Jeno’s panicked call of your name and slightly quick puffs of air against you.

“Jeno?” Your voice is raspy with its lack of usage, and your vision follows the grip Jeno has on your arms up to his face, as you see his eyes scan your body frantically before meeting yours with the call of his name. Seeing you awake immediately relieves him, as he slumps back and falls against his legs, sitting on the floor in front of you.

“You scared me, why are you sleeping outside? Are you okay?” His eyes are squeezed shut as he says this, his hand coming up to lightly push back his hair before going flat against his chest in an attempt to calm his heartbeat. Slowly, you push yourself up and onto your knees, your hands brushing against his knee in a comforting matter; “Sorry,” you mutter, “I didn’t wanna bother you,”

Jeno opens his eyes then, looking straight at you, catching you off guard. Thinking your muddled brain might’ve said something else, you open your mouth to apologise again but are cut off short by your own gasp as Jeno’s arms wrap tightly around you, your head fitted perfectly on his shoulder. “Don’t say sorry, I should be sorry for ever saying any of those things; I love spending my time with you and it felt like we broke up or something when we had to stop talking.” This time you feel your eyes widen as Jeno goes stiff. Realising what he had just said, he quickly retracts from the hug, his hands now back on your shoulder in an attempt to quite literally keep you at arm's length.

“I- I don’t know where . . . I’m just saying words-” You cut him short by grabbing his face with your hands and leaning forwards, placing a light peck at his cheek.

“I miss you too,” You confess, feeling shy now that the initial adrenaline of your action disperses. You don’t get to part too far before your own face is cupped and a kiss is placed on your lips. And another, and another, and one on your nose since you’ve both started laughing, and Jeno pulls you closer to himself on the floor in front of your shared unit and attempts to make up for all the lost touches into one long kiss.

“It shouldn’t take twenty minutes for you to make some popcorn,” Chaewon tosses a kernel from the bottom of the bowl towards Haechan, who tries to catch it in his mouth before realising that it’s not a popcorn piece.

“And it shouldn’t take you twenty minutes to solve a simple maths question.” He retorts back as he scoops a handful of popcorn from her bowl before squeezing closer towards Renjun, who picks out a few pieces from Haechan’s fistful.

“What the fuck? I can do simple maths easily; try me.” She raises her fist from the other couch, almost getting off of the couch but was stopped by a whining Shuhua who complained about her jostling the shared blanket.

“Three times eight?”

“Easy, twenty-three.” Haechan cackles loudly as Renjun beside him sighs and shakes his head, Chaewon’s bright smile dimming when Shuhua hooks her arm to pull her back from the embarrassment as you send her two thumbs up of encouragement.

“Good thing there are calculators in accounting,”

“I do medicine?”

Lifting the blanket so as to not drag it on the floor, you place it on Jeno’s lap before sitting beside him on the floor, both of you leaning against the couch with your own dedicated bowl of popcorn perched to the side and Jeno waits for you to settle down, placing a hand on your leg and shifting it over his knee ever so slightly to keep you close.

“Thank god the bet is over, if I had to go through another minute of you two looking depressingly lovesick I don’t think I would’ve come back,” Yeji chimes as she too places herself on Haechan and Renjuns couch, Jaemin quickly following suit.

“In our defence! . . . Actually I don’t think I have anything. Jeno?”

“Nope,” He popped, tucking himself closer to your body, as you feel his chest against your arm and shoulder, the warmth spreading through you comfortably. You might have all the time now to cling to one another, but you don’t wanna waste a single second, especially in the initial stages of your relationship. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you look expectingly at Jaemin, whose dosing off somewhere with the remote clenched in his hand.

“Anyday now Jaemin,” Yeji claps her hand on his shoulder, to which he just blinks and straightens, clicking play on the movie as someone switches off the lights. You do try your best to focus diligently on the movie, but Jeno’s warmth and scent distract you a quarter through the movie, and as you look at him subtly (or so you think), with the lights of the screen flashing across his face, you’re glad that the bet is over.

“Do you not have a picture of me on your phone?” Jeno whispers with his eyes still trained on the screen, his lips pecking the top of your head lightly.

You tilt your head, “A photo of you? I think I should . . . why?”

“So you can stare at that instead, you’re distracting me.” Smacking him square on the chest, you look at him with a straight face on and he smiles menacingly at you.

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justalildumpling · 1 year

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⇢ finding cinderella

synopsis: it wasn’t often jeno showed emotions of love and affection, let alone kissing a stranger at a party that he doesn’t even remember?! determined to find his nameless cinderella, he began searching the campus far and wide but as hidden secrets started surfacing, he started to wonder whether the midnight spark was meant to be pursued after all.

pairing: jeno x fem! reader genre: social media au, college au, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, crack warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, jokes about murder status: completed started: 14th February 2023 ended: 13th July 2023 update schedule: twice a week (probs mon & thurs??) taglist: closed🤍!!

note: this is the third instalment of the 'lovesick fools universe'! (tho it can be standalone) holy crap, the journey leading up to writing this fic was... chaotic💀 also imma be fr guys, this is gonna be a hell of a long rollercoaster so buckle up🥴

⎯ navi for lovesick fools universe

profiles 1/3: jay's sugar babies profiles 2/3: dream squad!! profiles 3/3: dream squad!! (pt. 2) chapter 1: the fucked up uni chapter 2: the ball and the glass slipper chapter 3: as the clock struck midnight chapter 4: after the magic wore off🍻 chapter 5: her own version of glass slippers👟 chapter 6: the prince and the stepsisters💀 chapter 7: her nike zoom pegasus chapter 8: prince jeno’s big fat L chapter 9: cinderella’s rats🤨 chapter 10: the questionable wingmen🤨 chapter 11: awkwardly dense charming chapter 12: breaking and (not) entering💀 chapter 13: bye mum im getting married💅 chapter 14: soft launch🙈 chapter 15: avengers assemble🫡 chapter 16: pussy🙄 chapter 17: nomin’s divorce era chapter 18: oh how the turn tables chapter 19: jinx😡 chapter 20: 🤡 chapter 21: loving him was red chapter 22: a twisted cinderella story chapter 23: coping mechanisms chapter 24: denial is river in egypt chapter 25: the story of us chapter 26: the untold truth chapter 27: gaslight, gatekeep, not girlbossing chapter 28: sneaky snake🐍 chapter 29: karma is her bf🤭 chapter 30: closing the cinderella story?? chapter 31: DAS MY BFF😤😤😤 chapter 32: lucifier’s new friend🫣 chapter 33: ok relationship veteran🥵 chapter 34: my soulmate frfr😔✋ chapter 35: sunwoo’s party pt.194859🫠 chapter 36: if the shoe fits chapter 37: so this is love🩵 (finale)

next lovesick fool: renjun

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yongislong · 1 year

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ideal types + dreamies.

genre: fluff? haha

note: ty anon! i hope this is what you meant! this is just my opinion btw i don't know what these mfs like, i tried not to do body types or anything like that bc... ya lol. lmk if anything comes across as harmful! not proofread...

mark... would probably want someone who is just very chill in general. an ambivert for sure. someone very genuine, personable and freindly. someone who can go with the flow but is also so naturally funny. he laughs at everything so that shouldn't be too hard LMAO. loves people who have good music taste. LOOVE a street style type of person. dancer maybe?? someone who he can spend alone time with and fully drop any act he feels he needs to put up. someone who makes him feel safe and comforted. i don't think height matters to him since i think he's pretty secure with himself! likes someone with a loud laugh hehe. someone poc probably. prefers longer hair but will hype you up no matter what you look like because he genuinely finds you perfect. someone who hypes him up as well

renjun... someone artsy for sure! probably someone softer and a more... calming? aura? if he can sit in silence with you and still feel fulfilled i think that's perfect for him. someone shorter maybe? likes full cheeks. doesn't really matter what style for him tbh, he has a pretty dark academia style so if you're similar that cool but if you can change the way he dresses and have him explore new things, he is so down for that. someone who supports him and comforts him when he's having a hard week/month/etc. someone who likes cafes and museums. likes unique features. bubbly personality but also someone who is silently observant. a sucker for intelligent ppl

jeno... hmm... someone cool for sure. likes darker styles i feel like? but also likes it when you dress in lighter colors and stuff as well! doesn't matter what length your hair is, but likes pixie cuts tbh. i feel like he likes more quirky people since he can be a bit serious sometimes. shy boy/excited cute partner trope for sure. someone more assertive. nice smile so you can both be known as the cute smile couple muahaha. like someone who he can go on hikes with and someone who likes nature, dogs and enjoys being more adventurous. would like someone to nurture him tbh, like not baby him but... can take care of him and make him feel loved and relaxed. likes to feel wanted and manly most of the time though. giving very wattpad bad boy whos also a sweetheart?

haechan... someone shy probably so he can be brought back down to earth LMAO but again!!! i think as long as he clicks with someone, he won't really mind. likes to reassure his partner but also likes someone who is driven and passionate about something. would enjoy being around someone who enjoys watching movies and tv. looots of movie dates. someone in a more vintage style would be very intriguing to him. likes people out of the norm. think of chae from twice in regards to style. someone confident no matter what people say about them. likes to be able to have emotional conversations and be open about issues so someone more mature in that aspect would be appreciated. likes clingy people tbh. someone who's probably a bit more structured

jaemin... likes people who are hard to understand. likes people who dress and act however they want to. would support you no matter what LMAO. someone respectful and polite and full of love. animal lover. he pegs me as the type of person who goes for personality more than anything else, if he finds you attractive its just a plus LOL. definitely someone who's an ambivert. someone who can keep up when he's more excited/extroverted but also someone who can sit, cuddle, cook and read in silence with. definitely someone cute! especially if they seem more intimidating on the outside. he finds that juxtaposition really charming. maybe someone short but i don't think it would make or break anything. a poc lover, SLAAYY. hates try-hards or pick me's. someone who can give him confidence and vice versa

chenle... someone more emotionally mature and go with the flow. someone who is consistent. probably someone smart but not necessarily academically? like someone who is wise! life smart LOL. someone who enjoys cooking and shopping together. likes someone who is able to drive him forward if he feels stuck. someone who's really nice. like really REALLY nice. someone who can teach him good values and helps him see life through different perspectives. doesn't really care too much about style, i can't see him being with someone who is heavy heavy into fashion unless its more leaned towards street wear. just someone really cool, yknow? enjoys introverts because he likes to be able to be the only person to see you come out of your shell

jisung... short extrovert HAHA. he's pretty tall so tbh... most people are shorter than him so it doesn't really matter. but i love the trope of him being super quiet with a partner who enjoys peppering his face in kisses and bragging about him to all their friends. carefree person for sure. someone who can let him look at hard situations and help him alleviate his anxiety and let him know everything is gonna be okay because he's trying his best. likes darker styles. i think of like 2014 tumblr when i think of him LMAOO. so yeah... maybe something like that but modernized? likes bangs. loooves people who are naturally cute. likes people who get flustered easily haha. someone who's not embarrassed to show that they love him

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martiniblues · 8 months

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i’ll be your (not so) temporary fix ; 이제노

pairing fwb!jeno x female!reader

synopsis you and jeno had agreed for this to be temporary, with no strings attached. as your heart began to grow addicted to him, you knew you had to call it quits but he finds a way to make you stay.

genre fwb to lovers, angst, mutual pining, slightly suggestive, jeno is kind of a douche bag at the beginning, very fluffy at the end.

wc 1.7k

song : temporary fix by one direction

last night:

"god jen! it’s fucking crazy in here." you strained your voice towards the blonde giant next to you, but the words only sounded like a whisper to him over the blaring music. even with the noise and bumping bodies, his attention averted itself to you, as it always did.

without a word, he wrapped one hand around your wrist and the other around your waist before pulling you out of the dance floor and to an empty corner of the club.

the friends you had previously been with were now all scattered around the massive room doing god knows what, but jeno never left your side, not even for a second.

now there you stood, pressed against one another, and suddenly it felt as if you two were the only ones there. jeno smiled at you before leaning down, making his mouth level with your ear and his warm cheek press against yours.

"let’s get out of here, yeah?" his voice was hoarse from all his yelling, and his words were a bit slurred due to the many shots he took earlier that night. he pulled back to look at you for an answer, and with a small nod, he kissed you swiftly as you both stumbled out of the back of the club.

he quickly whipped out his phone to call a taxi since neither of you were in the right space to walk back to his place or get a ride from your, also drunk, friends.

the two of you stood in front of a vacant convenience store that was only a couple minutes from the club you were previously at, hands all over each other.

typically, you two were like teenagers, frantically trying to jump each other and feel everything swiftly. maybe it was the alcohol in both of your systems, but your movements were slow-paced and sensual.

to strangers, they might have thought you two were a couple. but that’s not what you two were at all.

no matter how much you loved him.

no matter how much you loved when he would call you "pretty baby."

no matter how many times people called you "his girl."

you and jeno were purely temporary, and that’s how he wanted it to be.

present morning:

you rolled over on the familiar sheets of jeno’s bed, groaning into the pillows that reeked of his musky cologne and your sweet perfume.

these were how mornings typically went when you stayed the night with jeno, which was more than you wished at this point.

he would be gone before the sun rose to go to the gym and would head straight to work after that, leaving you alone in his bed with nothing but your clothes crinkled on the floor and nasty protein bars in his cabinets for breakfast. it was almost second nature for you to navigate his place as if it were your own.

sliding out from the covers, you reached for a pair of his athletic shorts that were folded on the ground and picked up a stranded t-shirt that would suffice since you didn’t have work today.

you checked yourself out in his mirror to be greeted by a familiar sight of the aftermath of lee jeno. small marks littered your neck, and you stretched the shirt downward to see that they trailed down your chest as well.

you knew there were more elsewhere, but knowing that they were there hurt more than you wanted him to know, so you pushed back the tears and collected your things as best you could into your small purse.

you opened his bedroom door only to be greeted by a shirtless, freshly showered jeno sitting at his kitchen island.

"oh… sorry i was just going." your face flushed as if it were your first time seeing him without his shirt on, and your legs scattered towards the door.

he laughed lightly at your state, your hair disheveled and body swallowed by his clothes. he wishes his heart hadn’t begun racing at your cute antics.

"no you’re fine. it’s no rush. i don’t have work today anyway, so you can eat if you want. i made extra for you anyway, so…" his fork played with the contents of his plate sheepishly.

it’s odd how you both have seen each other in such venerable situations. he’s held your hair while you puked your guts out, held your body flush against his for hours, and done other things that never come up in conversation. but somehow, simple everyday conversations with him made it feel like he was a stranger.

at late hours of the night and early hours of the morning, jeno was the most loving human you could ever ask for. he made you feel beautiful and wanted, aside from the fact that you knew he didn’t want you.

for sex? sure, but actually have? not as much.

sometimes your brain tells your heart otherwise. like when he would play with your hair after sex and talk to you about anything and everything. or when you would lay with him between your legs and watch stupid disney movies, just to end up just lazily making out and falling asleep together.

everyone saw the both of you as one, no matter how many times you told them "it wasn’t like that".

this was the first time he stayed the morning after, and you didn’t think this was a new addition to your "relationship" you could handle. hell, you couldn’t handle it at all anymore.

your eyes began to sting with the knowledge of what you were about to do. you had avoided it for so long; there was no going back now.

"jeno…" you began, trying to keep your voice as level as possible. his head shot towards yours, and his brows instantly furrowed at the tears that started streaming down your face. "i can’t do whatever this is with you anymore. it’s too much for me to be with you but not with you." you instantly turned away and rushed for the door, only to be stopped by a hand on your wrist.

"what- what are you doing?" he tried to look into your eyes, but you refused, thrashing around in his hold. "let me go, jeno! i’m done with this shit!" he had never heard you yell like this before, which left him utterly confused. you two had done this so much; what was now suddenly changing your mind?

he couldn’t let you go. not without a reason.

you ripped your hand from his grip and pushed your palm against his chest, causing him to stumble back slightly.

"don’t you get it? you call me all these sweet things, hold me all night, and expect me to not catch feelings for you? i have been hopelessly and endlessly in love with you for months, and just when i think you might even like me, you shut me out until you need me or want me. but you don’t want me at all. i’m so sick and tired of not being able to have you the way i need to. whatever this was is over." you leaned your head against the door, catching your breath from the outburst you caused.

"baby…" he didn’t touch you; he just leaned against the wall to be level with you. "don’t call me that." you hissed, reaching for the door knob.

"(y/n) listen to me, please." his voice caused you to stop and turn back around. as much as you hated to admit it, he was your biggest weakness, like it or not.

you sighed, finally looking up into his eyes, which, to your surprise, were glossed over.

"i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry for making you feel like i didn’t want you. it's just- i was so scared that you didn’t want me like i want you, and i tried not to get too caught up in you, which is very hard. all i think about is you, and i’m sorry if i made it seem that i was just using you for sex, but i want so much more than that, you have no idea. i want you to be more to me than a temporary fix in my life." there were now tears rushing down both of your cheeks. the only sound was the tv playing faintly in the living room.

you didn’t know what to do, overcome with so much love and anger for this man standing right in front of you. you dropped your belongings to the floor to quickly wrap your arms around his neck and pull him flush against you. his hands winding around your waist and bunching your (his) shirt between his fingers.

"i’m so sorry (y/n)." he sobbed into your neck. you shushed him before he began swaying your bodies from side to side. you two stayed like that for a few more minutes, completely absorbing each other.

"god…" you laughed and sniffled as you pulled back slightly so you could look at jeno’s face. he giggled slightly, his face pulling into your favorite sight. your fingers ran through his soft blond locks as his hands ran over your back.

you both looked into each other's eyes with so much desire and need but refused to move, too scared to make a mess of what was now just beginning to become clean.

"i meant everything i said. i would have talked for hours if you had let me." his voice came out scratchy from crying but somehow lifted the last bit of regret from your shoulders.

without another word, you moved one of your hands to his neck and smashed his lips against yours. it was intense but slow, and both of you were relieved with the knowledge of wanting one another.

his hands combed through your hair before he pulled away and rested his head against yours. "i want to have you as much as you’ll let me. i don’t care if it’s now or if you need time, but i’ll wait for you." his eyes were closed as he spoke to you, hoping you would believe him.

"even if i needed time, i don’t think that’s possible when it comes to you." you laughed, kissing him one last time before pulling away entirely to lean against the door once more.

this time, he followed you and placed his hands on your waist, making no move to take things further. "just…" he began, leaning his head on the wall as close to yours as possible while your hands came to stroke his forearms.

"let me be your goodnight."

notes | temporary fix is one of my all time fav one direction songs so i just had to write a fic on it. also i’ve been in such a jeno brain rot recently UGHHHHH HE IS SOOOOOOO!!! also i’ve has a bit more time to write so hopefully i can be more consistent. lots of love to you and i hope you enjoyed this!

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jaelvr · 2 months

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Just friends

Home | NCT Dream masterlist |

Requested : no

Prompts ; 78. “Hold me. Don’t ever let go.” + 26. “You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.”

Pairing : best friend! Jeno x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 675

Warnings : mutual feelings, friends to lovers, college au, fluff, slightly ooc

Have a great day !!

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It was the usual college party, the room swarmed with bodies, people drinking or flirting with each other, having fun for the night. To say it wasn't your thing was an understatement. Your friends had dragged you out for the night, claiming it would be good for you to relax. All these people here, and yet you couldn't keep your eyes off a certain person - Lee Jeno. You'd been friends since you were kids, with your mothers having been good friends. The two of you had slightly drifted in high school before reuniting in college, both friend groups connected through mutual friends or partners.

He was stood with Jaemin and Haechan, talking about whatever it was - he didn't seem too interested. His hands were in his pockets, somewhat smartly dressed and his natural hair fluffy, claiming he was taking a break from dying it too much. A small smirk on his face as he realised you watching him, giving you a small nod in acknowledgement. A soft redness rose to your cheeks as you just about made out the marks on his neck, a reminder of the night the two of you had spent together.

There was a somewhat silent agreement between the two of you, wanting to keep it on the low from the others for now, enjoying the secrecy and privacy of whatever was happening between the two of you. It was slowly becoming more unbearable for both, having to control the urge to hold each other's hand or greet each other with a form of affection after a long day, having to wait until the early hours of the morning, just to ensure that no one else would find out.

At some point in the night, you'd excused yourself to get some air, only to end up getting dragged back into the house by Hana to come join in with seven minutes in heaven. The sigh of relief you'd been holding in all night finally released as you watched Jeno pull out your keychain from the hat before being ushered into one of the bedrooms and into a tight closet with him. The pair of you moved around in the dark, trying to fit comfortably. "Sorry." you whispered as you felt yourself gently nudge into him, a chuckle coming from Jeno as he fumbled for his phone, turning on the flashlight and setting it down on a box of something.

"it's okay." he assured, sitting down against the wall, and patting the space next to him. You sat down, cheeks a soft red, slightly thankful it wasn't too noticeable. Another chuckle from Jeno broke you out of your thoughts, realising you'd zoned out while looking at him. "Just friends, huh?" he questioned, a small smug grin on his face, quoting your words from the night you'd agreed it was just friends having fun together. "We are." you mumbled in response, eyes trailing to the ground, voice wavering slightly as his hand gently travelled to your back.

“You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.” Jeno sighed, his other hand running through his hair. "You don't have to keep denying your feelings, sweetheart." he assured, moving his arm around you and pulling you into his lap, his forehead against yours. He didn't say anything more, but his feelings were clear - the love and pure adoration in his eyes were evident.

He broke the silence after a few minutes, unable to contain his desire. "Can I kiss you?" he whispered, his face soft and the genuine emotion clear in his voice. You didn't respond, simply leaning forward and meeting his lips as your hands gently cupped his face. He kissed you back softly and lovingly, arms gently wrapping around your waist with a slight possessive grip to it. “Hold me. Don’t ever let go.” you whispered once the two of you had broken apart, a small grin on both of your faces.

"Wouldn't dream of it, my love."

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neowinestainedress · 2 years

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wrapped around your fingers | lee jeno

title: wrapped around your fingers

pairing: CEO!lee jeno x fem!oc/reader (no name, no descriptions, third person) | mentioned: na jaemin

genre: smut, CEO!au, established relationship, fluff (if you squint) | requested

summary: Jeno finds out he has his girlfriend wrapped around his fingers... well, in a way he doesn’t quite expect.

warnings: smut, office sex, fingering (with rings on), oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, teasing, orgasm denial, minor impact play (pussy slaps), orgasm control, multiple orgasms, vibrator, light bdsm (spreader bars), squirting, rough sex, mirror sex, fingers sucking, hair pulling, hand around the throat (not chocking), minor cum play, aftercare, dom!jeno, bratty-sub!oc/reader

words: 8.009k

a/n: that’s what happens when you make me write about my strongest weakness. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know with comments, reblogs or asks!! | credits for the picture © somnia

The sound of her heels resonating through the building made heads turn around, staring at her as she walked through the corridors toward the elevator as if she owned the place.

She smiled at some of the workers she knew, mostly because she sneaked into meetings with Jeno even if she shouldn’t have been there.

She never should’ve been here, to be honest. Not even now. But after an entire week without seeing him, she was going insane.

When the elevator rang, signaling it had reached the 10th floor, she walked outside, briefly waving at the secretary at the front desk, slightly surprised to see her there, before she walked straight to Jeno’s office.

Pushing the big black door open, she stepped inside.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll call you tomorrow for the deal.” There he was. Busy over the phone, turned to look outside at the big windows behind his desk, turning around in surprise when he heard the sound of her heels against the floor.

He shrugged the surprise off his face, trying hard to concentrate on the phone call that didn’t seem to end. It was surely with an old client (both for the long-lasting partnership and for his age) and Jeno couldn’t just shut him off like that.

So, she sat on the black leather chair in front of his desk, waiting patiently for him to be free. Not that she minded staring at him, there was something dreamy (and hot) about him right now. The warm sunlight peeking from the windows hitting him. The way his toned legs were wrapped into the pants of his suit, the white blouse tucked inside, and the sleeves rolled up revealing his arms. Then her eyes fell on his fingers, they were tracing invisible lines on the black wooden desk, slim, veiny and adorned with the silver rings he always used to wear.

But something she couldn’t take her eyes off was the new watch on his wrist. It was objectively beautiful but there was something about the way it looked on him. And reminding herself how expensive it was almost made her have a heart attack again. There was something powerful behind it. One of the many signs of all the things Jeno had accomplished at such a young age. Sure, he couldn’t act as if his father’s support hadn’t been vital but he still walked on his own legs and she was incredibly proud of him.

So lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realize Jeno had hung up and was talking to her.

“Are you with me?” Jeno asked her, waving his hands in front of her face.

She blinked repeatedly, only now realizing he had moved from behind the desk. “Mmh? Yeah, just waiting for you to get off the call,” she replied, legs crossing over each other as she shifted on her seat, the fabric of the mini skirt she was wearing rising up on her thighs.

“Are you sure?” Jeno asked, tilting his head and staring at her. His eyes landed on the exposed skin of his girlfriend before raising up, watching with a smirk how she was scratching her neck. “Why are you here? You know I’m not done, yet.”

She hummed, wetting her lips. “I missed you,” she pouted, “You’ve been away all week.”

“I told you I was going to pick you up tonight,” Jeno replied. “You really can’t last that long, can you?” He teased, before leaning close to her to kiss her.

It wasn’t like he didn’t miss her too. As much as he loved his job, he hated when he had to leave and she couldn’t come with him.

She shook her head when he moved back, biting her lips as her eyes got lost once again in his arms and veins.

“Hey,” he called her, making her head snap up, meeting his face painted with a smirk. “Oh, is this a new thing?”

“What?”

“What? I was talking to him, but I saw you staring,” he said, thumb and pointer finger pinching her chin to make her look at him. “I thought it was just my fingers but apparently you’re drooling on something else.”

“I’m not drooling,” she said, trying to defend herself, acting as if she wasn’t caught with her hands in the cookie jar.

Jeno chuckled, sitting on the desk, rolling his sleeves up more, her eyes inevitably falling there once again, thighs rubbing together subtly — at least she thought — when the toned muscles of his arms flexed. She had no idea where he also found time to hit the gym, but unfortunately, he did, and that was the price to pay.

“Do you like this watch, baby?” He asked instead of talking back, moving the expensive watch with his other hand. “Like the way it sits on my wrist?”

She hummed, shifting more on the chair, feeling herself get wetter and hotter now that he was standing this close.

“Or is it my rings?” His hand started to trail on her neck before he brushed it against her breast, skin slightly exposed by the top she was wearing. “Or maybe my veins, you love them, don’t you?”

“Ye-yes. Jeno, please,” she pleaded, looking at him with begging eyes.

“Please, what? I have work to do,” he said, pulling away, and walking behind the desk.

“No, no, please,” she whined, standing up from the chair, already feeling her legs weak. “Just your fingers.”

Jeno chuckled, shaking his head. “Just my fingers? You want me to believe that will be enough for you?”

“It will,” she whispered, sitting on the desk. “Please, I’ll be good.”

“Come here,” he called, tapping his thigh, pushing the black chair back, just enough so she could sit on top of him. “I’ve got some emails to take care of.”

“What?” She asked, eyes wide and looking at him with disappointment.

“I told you, baby, I’m busy,” he replied, turning the chair so he could pay attention to the computer. But while one hand was on the mouse and skimmed through the things he had to do, the other was on her thigh, caressing the soft flesh of her skin.

“Can’t you just make one of your secretaries answer?” She asked, resting her elbow on the desk to lean her face on the palm of her hand, eyes fixated on the computer, cursing every single person and company that had sent him something to check.

“They already did. These need my approval before they can be sent away.”

Jeno wanted to concentrate on his job, he should’ve done that if he didn’t want to deal with this on Monday morning, making them pile up with some other things he had to do.

But when his girlfriend wanted something, she was going to get it. He knew her, she was like that since the first day they met, sitting next to each other in one of the uni classes they shared. Her determination was scary… but hot. He couldn’t deny that the way she loved to play around was one of the things that brought him to his knees.

And if he knew her, she knew him just as well.

She knew what she was doing when her ass started grinding against his crotch. She knew what she was doing when her fingers were teasingly grazing his hand on her thigh. And she knew what she was doing when she started to let out forced fake moans.

Jeno knew what her real moans sounded like, nothing of the pornographic whimpers and groans she was letting out just to get a reaction. And he was never going to make her fake it, not even if it was all a game.

So he closed the email tab and turned around.

“Go lock the door, come on.” Those were the only words she wanted to hear, and with a big smile on her face, she sprinted to the door and came back to him in a second.

“You need me that badly, baby?” He asked with a teasing tone, still sitting on his chair, legs spread open and she could make out his hard cock.

She hummed. “You made me starve for a whole week,” she pouted, letting him sit her on the desk how he wanted, big hands cupping her ass and squeezing tight. “Not even a picture of you. And you even barely answered the phone.”

He chuckled, shaking a strand of hair out of his face before his fingers started tracing her legs, his touch soft like a feather, and that was enough to make her heart start racing.

“It was a long week, babe,” he whispered, starting to kiss her neck, nibbling her skin ever so often, eliciting the first real moans of pleasure out of her.

“You’re wearing one of my favorite skirts,” he commented, pushing the Balmain knit buttoned skirt up. “Let’s see if you also have matching panties,” he chuckled, smirking when he saw the pastel pink laced panties sitting on her. “You came here with a mission.”

“Maybe, or maybe I just know how to catch your attention,” she winked.

“As if you need to dress up to catch my attention,” he replied. ��Take the shirt off, want to see your boobs in that pretty bra.” He also knew the set she was wearing, he had gifted it to her after coming back from a long trip and it was one of his favorites.

Her hands swiftly reached the hem of the top, lifting it over her head and throwing it on the chair where she was sitting before.

“Beautiful,” Jeno whispered, face buried in the hollow of her boobs to leave kisses and light bites. Hand cupping her breasts and squeezing, eliciting a moan from her. “Missed feeling my hands around your boobs? Missed feeling how they fit perfectly in the palm of my hand?”

“Jeno, please,” she whimpered, hips rolling trying to find friction somewhere just to be met with disappointment.

“Want my fingers, baby?” He cooed, fingers trailing over her pastel pink laced panties, moving in circles. “Want them buried deep inside of you just how you like it?”

She hummed, head thrown back and lower lip bitten by her teeth to keep it low. But she failed as soon as Jeno moved the crotch of the panties to the side, leaving her bare and exposed to the chilly air of the room.

“Look down,” he ordered, “want you to watch how good I can fuck you.”

Her eyes moved down, feeling more wetness drool out of her just at the sight of him pulling her panties down her legs. She fought against the want of throwing her head back when he pushed two fingers inside.

“Fuck, I missed you,” she cried, nails dragging against the desk when he started pumping in and out, long, slim, veiny fingers curling inside of her, hitting her sweet spot just how she liked it.

“Yeah, I can see it,” Jeno chuckled mockingly. “Look how easily they go in and out. Maybe we should film this so you will miss me less when I’m gone, ugh? You’ll use it to get off when you’re all alone at night?”

She moaned, legs falling more open and ass sliding toward him.

“Look at how wet you are. You’re dripping on my desk. Do you know how expensive this was?”

She shook her head, she could imagine, but she didn’t care.

“Faster,” she simply mumbled, meeting his eyes.

“You’re so fucking greedy,” Jeno mocked but his wrist started moving faster, the cold metal of the watch hitting her mound making her go insane. “You don’t even care that someone might come in?”

“They can’t,” she argued, closing her eyes.

“But they sure can hear you. Your dirty pussy is so loud. Can you hear it, baby?” He teased, moving even faster, lewd wet sounds resonating in the room making her body burn up in shame. “Hear how messy you are. All of this for two fingers?”

“Yeah,” she moaned, hips grinding against his palm, one of her hands wrapping around his wrist to feel him more.

“Are you close already?” He asked with a fake pout, fingers moving so fast inside of her that the veins of his arms popped out even more and she lost it. She came hard. Body slumping behind against the desk, and moans spilling out of her mouth too loud that Jeno had to cover her mouth with his hand, legs shaking as finally, he gave her what she wanted.

“Too – too much,” she cried when he slapped her swollen cunt after pulling out of her, leaving her empty and leaking.

“Is it?” He cooed, doing it again, making her moan. “You came here just for this and now it’s too much?”

“Mhh,” she whimpered when the third slap hit her, cum splashing on her thighs and his pants at every hit.

“Is your clit sensitive?” He asked, starting to slap her rapidly, not hard but fast enough that she could feel herself come again, clit throbbing and cunt clenching around nothing. “Are you gonna come from this? Really, baby? Wasn’t it too much?”

“No, no, please, please, Jeno,” she cried, grabbing his hand and placing it back where it was, but the only thing she got was one last slap before Jeno pulled away. “And this one is for the naughty video you sent me one day after I left.”

She whined, throwing her head back. “I thought you forgot about it.”

Jeno laughed. “Think I can forget about you screaming my name while you fuck yourself while I’m not there? You know the rules, baby, and it’s dumb of you to think I wouldn’t punish you for not breaking them.”

She wanted to complain but her attention was brought to something else. “What are you doing?” She asked when she saw him unbuckling his belt.

“Doesn’t it seem obvious?” His pants fell on the floor, followed by the black boxer, revealing his hard cock.

“No, if you keep up with your words of before.”

“You think I can really go on for the rest of the day with a boner cause by you?”

She shook her head, not able to hide the smile that was forming on her face at the anticipation of being fucked on his desk.

“On your knees.”

Her eyes widened at his words. “You won’t fuck me?”

“I told you,” he replied sternly. “Tonight. If I want to.”

She huffed but obeyed. She surely wasn’t going to turn off the offer of sucking him, but the idea of having to wait longer to finally feel him inside her again was driving her insane. Also, she knew that if she acted like a brat more, he was probably going to make her wait for a week before she had sex with him again.

“Suck my cock,” he ordered after giving it a few strokes. “Show me what you were doing with your dildo in that video. You’d suck on anything.”

She started slowly, licking him all the way down to the base to get him wet before she wrapped her lips around his tip, sucking hard just there, making him groan.

“Don’t tease me,” Jeno warned, voice low and eyes glaring at her. “I don’t have time for that. If you — fuck — want my cock in your pussy tonight, you better don’t make me stay after hours.”

And that was enough to make her move up and down on his length.

“Shit,” he stuttered through gritted teeth, looking down at her, chest panting as he watched how focused she was on him. “Missed your mouth so much.”

Her hums vibrating around him made him push forward, catching her by surprise.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned when she started moving on him at a slow rhythm, his sensitive tip hitting the back of her throat with every bob of her head. “Always taking my cock so well.”

Her eyes looked up at him, smiling, her heart swelling with pride.

“You’re so good. Taking it all even if it’s so big. You love sucking me, don’t you?”

Hearing his words she started moving faster, cheeks hollowing all while she kept her eyes on him.

Jeno loved watching her going down on him. He loved seeing her eyes water and the endearing furrow that formed between her eyebrows.

“I won’t last longer,” he warned her. It had been a week even for him and he was extremely weak for her. “Fuck,” he groaned when she wrapped her hands around his base and started moving them while her lips sucked hard the first half of his cock. “Shit, shit, gonna come,” he groaned before his hips stilled and came into her mouth, head thrown back, eyebrows knitted together and mouth open, letting out groans and moans that only got her wetter and madder that she wasn’t going to get anything.

“Damn, babe,” Jeno sighed, gulping before helping her stand up, not minding about putting his cock back into his pants and kissing her. “I love you, you know?”

She hummed, slapping his ass playfully before walking back behind the desk, and pushing her skirt down.

“Running away from me after I gave you what you were begging for?”

“You didn’t give me what I wanted,” she replied, grabbing her discarded shirt on the chair and putting it on while Jeno fixed his clothes back in place.

“You can’t always get what you want,” he reminded her. “By the way, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a bit more for the big thing.”

“Until we go back home, yeah, I know,” she huffed, rolling her eyes.

“Nope,” Jeno said. “My father invited me tonight to one of his clubs.”

“Oh,” she whispered, trying to don’t appear as disappointed as she was. Club nights weren’t anything crazy, it was just music and alcohol while boring businessmen — that weren’t as cool as her boyfriend —discussed their next moves and plans. “I thought we could at least spend some time together. I miss you, not only for the sex.”

“I know, and I miss you too, that’s why you’re coming with me.”

“With you? There?”

“I have no intention of listening to them talking about business for a whole night while drinking soju,” he said. “Also, if I leave you alone at home you might pull your dildo out again.”

She glared at him, but then shrugged off the last comment, making him chuckle. “I will be so out of place.” She didn’t mind spending time with him, but there? All they did was talk about economics, statistics and other things she didn’t care to listen to.

“You are never out of place,” Jeno reassured her, his attention once again on the computer as he cursed lowly because he had too many things to do. “Also, I bought you a new dress, you could use try it on tonight.”

“Another one? You don’t have to spoil me so much.”

“I love doing it,” he smiled. “And, back to my father... You can be the reason we can leave first.”

“Sure, so he and all his friends can hate me,” she rolled her eyes, already hating the idea.

“My father loves you, he won’t say a word. You know he only yells at me and not at you.”

“But we won’t be staying more than 30 minutes?” She begged.

“Fine, not more than 30 minutes.”

Being a brat wasn’t exactly what she loved to do, but she felt like she had no other chances when Jeno was barely paying her attention.

It had turned out that his father wasn’t even there, not for more than 10 minutes, and it was just a setup to make Jeno meet with some other businessmen in a less professional space to ‘get close to each other,’ or whatever, she truly couldn’t care.

And she couldn’t even be too touchy with him because he just wouldn’t pay attention. Too busy listening to what some old men had to say.

“Bored?” Jaemin asked, he was holding the cue stick as he stood next to the billiard table.

“What does it look like?” She huffed, fixing the hem of her dress to push it down again. The dress Jeno picked was beautiful, of course, it was, he had impeccable taste for everything but especially when he wanted to dress her up. But it was too short to even make her have a great time.

“Wanna play?” The blonde haired asked, cocking his head to the side to point at the green table.

She chuckled, shaking her head. “I don’t know how to play.”

“I’ll teach you, come on,” Jaemin said, calling her to the other side where the white ball was.

She looked around for a second, hoping Jeno noticed her absence at his side and looked for her, but nothing at all. So she had just one last thing to try.

“It’s all about the body movement,” Jaemin started to explain, his body behind him, and she could see that he was trying to don’t get too close but that was what she needed if she wanted to have a reaction.

“Like this?” She asked, inclining her back, her ass brushing ‘accidentally’ against his thigh.

“Uhm, yeah, just uhm,” he mumbled, hand touching her back to fix her posture and then adjusting her fingers on the stick. “Here, that’s great. Hit the ball.”

“I did it!” She screamed when five of the other balls fell down the holes. Turning around with her arms raised before she wrapped them around Jaemin’s neck.

“See, you aren’t bad at all.”

Jeno heard her squeal and turned around, eyebrows furrowing for a second before he shrugged it off. She was just having fun and he didn’t mind if Jaemin kept her occupied while he tried to cut the conversation off with these men.

But that got on her nerves more. So she kept playing, getting touchier with Jaemin, feeling even a bit guilty for how he was visibly turned on by everything. She would’ve explained if she passed by him another day.

“Want to dance?” She asked, not really giving him a chance to complain by dragging him in the middle of the small dance floor.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea?” He chuckled awkwardly, briefly looking back at Jeno.

“Is it not? What is the music for if not for dancing?” Her hips started moving to the rhythm, her hands trailing up and down her body while she encouraged him to dance with her eyes.

Jaemin wanted to complain but then gave in, and grabbed her hand and in a second they were dancing close to each other.

It had to be an eye-catching situation, right? There was nobody else around them, nobody else had brought their wives — guessing by the average age — there.

“Your girlfriend is putting on a show,” a man commented and Jeno’s head snapped in their direction.

“What the fuck…” he mumbled, fists clenching under the table.

“She loves dancing,” he commented, a forced fake smile forming on his face as he turned to them. Trying to bring the conversation to their deals again because he couldn’t drag her out of there right there at the moment. He needed to pretend they had to go home because… because… he would’ve come up with an excuse, not that it mattered. It was none of their business why they were leaving. Still, he couldn’t make a scene.

But he could only last five more minutes because his eyes kept landing on them. Jaemin was doing his best to hold back, Jeno could see it, but her, on the other hand…

“It was lovely to meet you all, I hope we can see each other again to seal some deals,” Jeno greeted briefly, not even waiting for an answer before he got up and reached for her.

“Hi, darling,” he sang with a fake sweet tone, grabbing her wrist. “Having fun you two?”

“So much fun,” she replied before Jaemin could talk, but Jeno didn’t need to listen to his answer, he knew it wasn’t his fault, though he might’ve had a talk with him on Monday morning for some looks and touches he saw.

“Sorry but the fun it’s over,” he whispered against her ear. “Let’s go.”

The ride back home was silent. She was waiting for Jeno to talk but he didn’t say anything and the only word that came out of his mouth when they got inside was, ‘bedroom.’

And she knew exactly what it meant. Jeno wanted her to wait for him naked, sitting at the edge of the bed.

Weird.

She expected him to push her against the wall as soon as they were shielded from the outer world, but he didn’t, and she wondered what he had in mind.

Thinking about how she behaved for the last past week it was probably a punishment summed up with other three, if she was lucky.

When the door opened and Jeno stepped inside her eyes followed him silently, feet tapping against the floor as she was growing impatient.

And Jeno was growing impatient too, but he wasn’t going to fall for her games this time. He knew what she wanted, a reaction, a jealous one that lead to the hard sex she loved so much. But he didn’t need a reaction, he had nothing to be jealous about because she was his. No matter how much she was going around to tease him. No matter how many days they spent apart. Jeno had her wrapped around his fingers and he had nothing to worry about.

So he reached the armchair at the corner of their bedroom, giving her his back as he unbuckled his belt, making it run in the loops and removing it with a slap that made her stomach twist. He could feel the way her leg was nervously twitching and how her breathing was getting short. So he turned around, giving her more. His fingers moved slowly to unbutton his shirt, and even if his eyes were still lowered on the pavemente, he knew she was staring with attention, surely hating she wasn’t the one taking those clothes off of him. That was always her favourite part, getting him naked, running her hand on his skin, feeling him close, showing how desperate she was to feel him.

But there he was, standing naked in the corner of their bedroom, the only thing that was still on his body, the expensive watch. He wasn’t going to keep it on, right? She thought, hoping for that because she wasn’t so sure she could take it. But that night Jeno was doing all the opposite she was thinking about.

“I don’t like brats,” he said, an edge in his voice, as he walked in front of her. “And you know it.” When he stopped in front of her, she squirmed in her place, feeling so small compared to him. “So why do you love getting on my nerves? Why do you act like that?”

She opened her mouth but he shut her with two fingers on her lips.

“No, don’t answer. I know why. You think you can make me jealous, you think that acting like that, you will get a reaction from me. But have you ever thought that your plans might go wrong?”

She shook her head, biting her lips nervously.

“I told you getting my cock was already on the line, babe,” he whispered, hands roaming on her body touching her breasts, slowly reaching down on her tummy, before he caressed her thighs. “So why blow up the only chance you had?”

Her eyes snapped into his. He couldn’t do that…

“No — no,” she mumbled, truly shocked about that.

“Lay on the bed,” he simply ordered and she followed without blinking an eye this time. “Funny how you listen when you don’t want to make it worse, isn’t it?” He joked before he opened the closet and she already knew what was coming.

When he moved on the bed, it was to block her wrists and ankles in place. He was quick at moving her how he wanted, the cuffs clicking shut around one wrist before he did the same with the other. And then followed her ankles, stopped in place and parted from each other by the same purple spreader bar that was holding her hands in place.

“So pretty for me,” he praised, shifting on the bed, and rubbing a hand on her thigh. “Don’t think I’m cruel by the way. I have a gift for you,” he said, before pulling out from behind his back a small vibrator.

“I want you,” she cried, hips — the only part of her body she could move — bucking up in complaint.

“Should’ve thought about it first,” he reminded her, moving the toy to her lips to make her suck it, wetting it before he pushed it into her already soaked pussy. “You’re so wet it slipped in so fucking easily. God, not even punishments can put some sense in your brain.”

She didn’t answer, only looked at him silently, as he grabbed his phone, surely opening the app to control the toy.

“I’ll turn it on and you can’t come.”

“I can’t come?”

“You heard that,” he replied with a stern tone, not giving space for objections. “My fingers and my cock are the only things you’ll come on tonight. Oh, wait, you’re not going to have them,” he pouted before laughing wickedly and walking back to the armchair.

“Are you lea — fuck,” she cried when he turned it on without a warning.

The vibrations started slowly, and the rhythm was consistent, but the toy was so pushed inside of her that it was enough to make her back arch at the pleasurable sensation. Maybe at this pace, she could’ve held it in and just relaxed. That was what she thought until her eyes laid on Jeno. He was staring at her, eyes filled with lust and she knew that look, he wasn’t going to let her go tonight without fucking, there was no way he was torturing himself too. But right now he was doing everything possible to drive her insane.

His fist was wrapped around his cock, moving up and down slowly. And she couldn’t describe it with words but the fact that he had nothing on but that watch made her stomach twitch and her toes curl.

“Want to touch it?” He asked before letting out a low laugh when she nodded eagerly. “Want to suck me again?”

“Want it in me,” she cried, mouth slacked open when he raised the vibrations, faster and stronger this time, so much that she could feel them everywhere in her lower body and her eyes fell shut again.

“I told you,” Jeno whispered. “You should’ve thought about it before.”

“But please,” she pleaded, voice broken by the pleasure.

“Bad girls don’t get what they want,” he replied, voice firm as he slowed the vibrations, making her body relax again. But he had no intention of being sweet that night, so after a few minutes, he raised them again.

“Should we try all the pulsating functions this toy offers?” He asked, walking closer to the bed but still not touching her. “Oh, what about this one?”

“No,” she whimpered when the pulse changed.

“You don’t like it because it’s intermittent? You always want the most intense things:”

“This — this is intense,” she replied, throwing her head back. She hated the small pauses in between every buzz but the vibrations that lasted for only a few seconds were so strong that almost brought her close to the edge before stopping. It was a constant edging.

But Jeno enjoyed watching her squirm, mouth open and back arched, and thighs shaking as she tried to stay tensed up to don’t give in to her needs.

“I’ll pick another one,” he said, standing right in front of her at the end of the bed, smirking when his eyes laid in between her spread legs, cum dripping everywhere, sticking to her ass and creating a wet spot on the bed. “And if you last for more than five minutes without coming… you’ll get my cock.”

“Happy?” He asked when she nodded like a puppy but her smile dropped as soon as he picked the new speed. The highest.

“Jeno, no,” she cried, wrists struggling against the restrainers as her hips bucked up. “I can’t.”

“At least try,” he only replied. “I set the time so we can’t go wrong, baby. And don’t try to lie to me, I know how your body reacts when you come.”

She only hummed, trying to close her legs but the bar kept her wide open. And she really tried to don’t come but not even after two minutes, the orgasm exploded, body squirming against the bedsheets and loud moans coming out of her mouth followed by curses as the vibrations didn’t stop.

“You just can’t listen,” Jeno mocked, his hand slapping the side of her thigh, making her open her eyes. “Don’t look at me with those wide eyes. I’m starting to think you don’t want me tonight.”

“I do, I — I do, please, turn it off. It’s too much.”

“Is it?” He cooed, changing the rhythm again but it wasn’t any better. “Planned of coming home and fucking you nice all night just like you’ve been dreaming about all week, but no, you had to prolong your suffering. You had to make me teach you a lesson, remind you how to listen.”

“Please,” she still pleaded, knowing it was useless.

“No, baby, keep it in and don’t come. I should’ve trained you before you turned into a brainless brat.”

��Don’t — don’t you want me?” She tried to win him in another way but the only answer she got was a mocking laugh that made her whine even more.

“You have two minutes left,” he warned. “I’m giving you one last chance, baby. If you fuck it up, you won’t get anything tonight.”

She hummed, a groan slipped past her lips when he picked the same speed as before but she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on it. Even trying to think about things that turned her off, anything to don’t lose the last chance she got. Jeno was pissed and she wasn’t so sure that his want to have her was bigger than the want of teaching her a lesson, at this point.

And somehow she succeeded. When the vibrations came to a stop she started breathing normally again, her body going limp against the bed and shoulders letting go of the tension.

“So you can listen when you want to,” Jeno commented while his hands caressed her body before he reached between her legs and pulled the toy out, leaving it on the bedside table.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said when he moved to free her from the spreaders. “You still don’t deserve praises. Make it up and then maybe I’ll praise you.”

“Come here,” he ordered, patting the edge of the bed.

“I — wait,” she said, feeling too tired to stand up.

Jeno rolled his eyes, walking around the bed again to hoist her up and place her where he wanted her. “Can’t even walk now, imagine once I’m done with you.” He sat on the bed and sat her on his thighs, her eyes widened when she realized they were sitting right in front of the mirror.

“What, baby? Surprised? I want you to see how desperate you are.”

“I want you.”

“I know you do,” he said, spreading her legs, planting her feet on his thighs, exposing her once again.

“What —”

“Stop asking,” he replied, growling before he kissed her hard. “Do you need to know what I’ll do to you? Acting as if you wouldn’t enjoy anything I give to you?”

She shook her head.

“What I thought,” he snickered before his fingers pushed into her pussy. “You’re already a mess.”

Her head rolled back against his shoulder but Jeno’s fingers immediately wrapped in her hair to force her head up. “Eyes on the mirror, baby. You love my fingers so much you will watch when they fuck you how you want to.”

“But I want you.”

“Stop begging before I change my mind again,” he reminded her, fingers thrusting faster inside of her. The sight was filthy but she couldn’t take her eyes off of there. It was too hot, the way they curled deep into her, pressing exactly where she wanted him, pumping the cum out of her that rolled in drops on his slender, bony hands. The rings hitting against her skin and adoring his fingers just making everything hotter as he thrust them inside at a firm speed. She couldn’t even be embarrassed at the dirty squelching sounds.

But when Jeno pushed her legs closer to her body she felt a different sensation build up. His fingers were angled even more perfectly now, hitting her sweet spot with precision, and increasingly going faster. And before she could even warn him, it got too much. The tension exploded in an orgasm that shook her body from head to toe, tight walls pulsing around his fingers before her squirt started spurting out of her, making her gasp and squirm, trying to make it stop but Jeno shushed her.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised. “That’s what I wanted from you. Keep doing it.”

At his words, she relaxed more, shame still eating her alive as her cum hit the mirror and stained it, slowly rolling down to meet the floor.

“Fuck,” she cried when the sensation slowed down. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for this?” He chuckled. “You should be sorry for the way you behave, instead.”

Right, he was still pissed.

“I’m sorry, Jeno,” she apologized. “I promise, I won’t act like a brat anymore. I’ll be good.”

He only hummed before kissing her briefly. “Get on the bed,” he ordered and her legs were swift — well, for what she could since she could barely feel them — at pushing her body on the bed. “Not like this,” he said, clicking his tongue, hands signaling her to turn around. “Face to the mirror, on your hands and knees. Now.”

In a second she was how he wanted her, ass arched up, inviting him to give her what she craved for so much.

“Don’t tease me,” she cried when he started rubbing the tip of his cock against her entrance and her clit before slapping it on her pussy.

“You talk about not teasing?” He hummed, pushing the fat tip in, stretching her slit but not pushing further. “You know why you’re lucky? Because I want you too much to be mad at you,” he groaned, pushing in completely, yanking her body forward with a single strong stroke. “You drive me insane but I can’t resist you.”

She smirked, as her eyes rolled in the back of her head at the sensation of being filled by him again.

“Don’t fucking smirk,” he growled, wrapping a hand around her neck to lift her up, her back pushed against his chest as his hips slammed against her ass. “Here, keep my fingers in your mouth since you — fuck — since you love them so much.”

“Fuck,” she hummed around his digits, sucking them.

“Look at you,” he moaned, meeting her eyes through the reflecting surface. “I didn’t even start with you and here you are.”

Her eyes rolled back, nails digging into his skin as she held herself up.

“Happy now?” He asked, pulling his fingers out and pushing her down against the mattress. “That was what you — fuck — wanted. Does my cock feel good, baby?”

“Yeah, so — so good,” she mumbled, pushing her face into the sheets before Jeno yanked her up by the air.

“I said, don’t you take your eyes off of me,” he groaned against her ear, pressing her flat against the mattress with his body, only keeping her head up. “I want you to keep in mind that none else can see you like this. Nobody can turn you into the mess you want to be turned into. Not even your fingers or — fuck — your toys.”

“Yes, only you,” she blabbered, forcing her eyes to stay open as the pleasure started to overwhelm her again. It had only been a week but it felt like ages without feeling him. His thick cock was stretching her so good, veins rubbing against her wet walls and balls slapping against her clit, making her head get dizzy.

“You have no — fuck — no idea for how long I waited to have you,” he moaned, standing up again, holding her head with a firm hold, and pounding harder into her. “Could’ve — fuck — had you right when we came back home but no — fuck — you just don’t know when to stop.”

“Bet you fucked yourself all week — fuck — thinking it was my cock, didn’t you? And what did I have? Nothing.”

Her eyes fell shut again but the tug at her hair made her open them again.

“You look so pretty when I fuck you like this,” he groaned before he grabbed her wrists and locked them behind her back. “Can you keep your head up without your hands, baby?” He teased, watching as she tried her best to still follow his orders, eyes looking into the mirror with a desperate pleading look and he knew exactly what it meant. She was close but had no intention to make it finish so soon.

“Ca-can,” she whimpered, biting her lips.

“No, babe,” he said, holding her wrist with just one hand, slamming her body against his with force, arms flexing at the tension he was putting on his muscles. “I want to hear you moan. I want to hear your whimpers and moans and — fuck — and curses. Just for me. Come on, louder.”

So she did, letting go, not trying to keep quiet.

“That’s it, pretty. Love hearing you be so eager for me. So eager for my cock.”

“Jeno, harder," she pleaded, the beg followed by more desperate sounds.

“Harder than this?" He asked with a smirk on his face. “Can you take it?”

“Yes, yes, please. I — I can take it all.”

“I hope you do,” he groaned, letting go of her wrist to lean against her, his fingers pushing into her mouth again. “Suck them, baby," he ordered, voice hitting her ear while his lust gazed eyes stared right into her soul through the mirror. “Good girl. Suck them just like that. You love them so much don’t you? It doesn’t matter where they are buried deep into you,” he mocked, pushing them against her tongue, making her gag, “as long as they are inside you. Such a selfish little girl.”

“I’m close,” she whimpered around them, nails digging into the sheets as she felt another orgasm build up in her body. He was thrusting into her so fucking hard, releasing all the pent-up tension of the week, hips snapping against her ass creating lewd sounds, while his other hand was holding tight around her waist, surely leaving marks on her skin.

“Come here,” he moaned, lifting her up. “Since you love my hands so much — fuck — feel them, feel them around your neck.”

She let out muffled moans when his hand wrapped around her neck holding her up while the other moved forward to play with her clit. Head rolling back at the sensation of his thumb caressing the side of her neck, eyes almost crossing when the fingers on her clit started moving faster.

“Yeah, you like that,” Jeno groaned, watching with a smirk as she smiled with a fucked out expression, completely lost in pleasure, just how he wanted. “The prettiest necklace around your pretty neck, yeah?”

“Yes, yes, fuck,” she whimpered.

“Gonna fill you up,” he warned her, head falling against her shoulder as he got closer and closer to his climax. “Do you want it, baby?”

“Yes, yes, please, Jeno,” she moaned, body twitching as she felt him fill her up, their orgasms washing over at the same time. But he didn’t stop.

“Gonna give you another one,” he groaned, freeing her neck, pressing her body against the mattress again, shielding it with his. His thrusts hitting deeper and harder. “Gonna give you all I kept for you — fuck — for a week.”

“Mmph,” she whimpered, squeezing her eyes close, chest panting hardly.

“Will you take it? Will you be a good girl and take another load?” He asked, voice coming out more hoarse and low as he pushed himself over the limit.

“Yes, want it all. Please, fill me — fuck — fill me full of you.”

“That’s it,” he whispered, biting her earlobe before he stuck his face in the crook of his neck and kissed her on her sweet spot, eyebrows knitted from the pleasure. “Take it all, baby. Come with me — fuck — one last time. Fuck,” he moaned lowly, hips rolling against with a last strong push.

She moaned loudly when they came at the same time, feeling his cum fill her again and squeeze out with every lazy pump he gave her as he rode both of their orgasms, dripping down between her legs and staining the sheets.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered, chest panting hard against her back, lips kissing her face while his thumb rubbed circles on her hip. “You good?”

She hummed, eyes blinking slowly as she came down from the high.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” Jeno praised, pulling out of her slowly, getting lost in the way his cum was dripping out her swollen pussy. Two fingers running on her slit to push it back inside, plugging them deep, feeling her insides twitch in overstimulation before he pulled them out, letting his seed drip down on her thighs.

“Open up,” he ordered, waiting for her to part her lips and lick his fingers clean. “Good girl,” he whispered before kissing her again. “Took so many orgasms, I’m so proud of you,” he whispered, kissing the tip of her nose and then leaving a peck on her lips that made her giggle.

“So, did you learn to don’t act like a brat anymore?” He asked, caressing her back gently.

She chuckled. “If you fuck me like this how can I don’t be a brat?”

Jeno rolled his eyes before laughing. “You truly will never learn.”

“Oh, please, as if you mind.”

“I told you, I love you too much to be mad about it.”

She smiled proudly before she reached for his hands and started caressing them.

Jeno smirked as he watched as she trailed the paths of his veins and played with the rings and the watch. “So this thing for my hands is serious?”

“Can you blame me? Look at how pretty they are. They are so delicate and yet so strong, and they’re soft.”

“Mhh, yeah? Think I should use them more often?”

“You definitely should,” she winked. “On me, of course,” she added with a ‘menacing’ furrow on her face.

Jeno laughed. “Of course, baby. Only you,” he replied, leaving another kiss on her lips. “And I think I should start using them right now.”

“Another round?” She asked in surprise.

“No, honey,” he reassured her, caressing her cheek. “To clean you up in the shower. Do you like the idea?” He asked, but he had already lifted her up and was carrying her to their big bathroom. “If you want, I’ll even wash your hair.”

“So you can massage my scalp?”

“Mhh, mhh, I think you deserve it. So? Are you in?”

“I love it.”

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think about it if you want to ♡

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loveablejeekies · 3 months

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7dream: you message them because you miss them ღ

↪ fluff, gender neutral reader, est relationships

⤹ i thought of trying something different after my long hiatus hahah. i hope you like this! tell me if i should make more of these?

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daegall · 2 months

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soft hours u say…. hockey player!jeno who cant stop his match before he has his good luck kiss from you. you are late?? the coach can wait, theres no way he is starting before you seal his luck with a sweet kiss

hockey player!jeno who was so shocked when you pecked his lips right before a game. hockey player!jeno who was never so motivated to win a game ever in 23 years of his life. hockey player!jeno who can't stop thinking of your lips, even when his teammates are bumping him and patting him when they win a game.

the same hockey player!jeno stand by the entrence of the ice rink patiently, ready in his gear, and waiting for you. He's got his helmet in his hands, tapping a rhythm and whistling a soft tune, and he seems so nonchalant.

the audience is confused. shouldnt have the game started 20 minutes ago? what is going on? only a few people know what's wrong, and it's none other than Jeno's team themselves, and they still wonder to this day why Jeno can't just start a game without that stupid kiss from you.

Oh, but they don't know. They don't know how much power Jeno feels when he feels your lips on his, how secure and unyielding he feels, how he'd stop time and space just to wait for you.

Jeno doesn't realize how late he is. Frankly, he doesn't care. He doesnt notice until team captain Sicheng walks up to him, patting his back. "Come on man, can't you smooch her after the first quarter?"

Jeno simply shakes his head with a sorry smile, shrugging. "You don't get it,"

"I really don't."

Fortunately for Jeno, Sicheng is understanding. He's been in love, and knows how much a person could mean to another.

hockey player!jeno who continues waiting, even when his own coach comes and starts yapping his ear off. hockey player!jeno who makes the whole audience wait half an hour just for you.

hockey player!jeno who lights up the moment he sees you pull up in your roommates car, who grins at his fuming mad coach sheepishly, who meets you halfway to scoop you up in his arms in a warm hug.

"Jeno, what are you doing! Didn't the game start half an hour ago?" You mumble next to his ear, overwhelmed at his excitement to see you. Since when did he love you so much?

You don't know the things he would do for you. He'd wait for you, he'd make a whole stadium wait for you, he'd stop the whole world just to wait for you.

"Still waiting for my good luck kiss,"

"You absolute idiot! You waited all this time for a kiss?"

hockey player!jeno who nods, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. hockey player!jeno who cuts you off by placing both his gloved palms on your cheeks, bringing you in to kiss you sweetly. hockey player!jeno who grins as he pulls away, giving you once last peck on the forehead, before rushing into the stadium, past his coach, and to his team.

hockey player!jeno who wins the whole game easily, grinning up at you as you are baffled on the stadium seats.

all hockey player!jeno can think about is how much he still wants to kiss you!

inbox: open for soft hours!

#asks!#chip <3 #jeno!#sunny thinks! :: about 🐶#lee jeno #lee jeno x reader #lee jeno fluff #nct dream #lee jeno imagines #nct dream x reader #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #qhat the fuck #CHIP #U DID THIS TO ME #THE DROUGHT IS OVER #THE WRITERS BLOCK HAS LIFTEDDD

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pleasoflove · 2 months

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love grows best in little houses — lee jeno

roommate jeno x f reader

fluff, friends to lovers, pining, close proximity … >:)

7k words

summary: love grows best in little houses with fewer walls to separate, where you eat and sleep so close together you can't help but communicate. if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss... love grows best in houses just like this.

authors note: this silly modern all white farmhouse quote had me thinking!!!

“I’m home,” You announce quite obnoxiously, jingling your keys and shopping bags. You made sure to shake the doorknob a little before stepping in as well, doing the courtesy of warning your roommate in case he had company over.

Instead, you find him relaxed on the couch, a knowing smile resting on his face. He gets up to help you with the grocery bags, “I could tell.”

You give Jeno an eyeroll, hanging your keys on the little rack by the door. “I’m doing you a favor, okay? Last thing I need is to walk in on you going at it with some chick from your lab class.”

He laughs a quick laugh, and you get lucky enough to see his eyes form into crescents before his features relax. “Don’t worry. I think I’d warn you before starting something in here.”

“Better safe than sorry.”

Sometimes you find yourself squinting and having quick, fleeting thoughts like maybe I should get my eyes checked, but you’re not oblivious to Lee Jeno’s looks, whose entire being seems to have been crafted by all the angels residing in the heavens themselves. All five feet and ten inches of his existence, from the little stray hair that sticks up from the rest to the bottoms of his feet; Jeno is a sight for sore eyes.

He’s inescapable, too. Quite literally, since you live with him in something that would be flattered to be even called a shoebox of a home.

The front door is simply the entrance to the kitchen— there is no dining room. The wall to your left side when you walk in is essentially the side of the staircase to your little loft, where your measly mattress sits on the floor.

Beneath your loft is Jeno’s “bedroom”, where his mattress is placed directly on the floor as well. He’s got a curtain hung up to separate the joke of his room from the living room, which barely fits the couch that the two of you snagged off someone from Facebook Marketplace.

So, yeah, your living situation is tough, except it only gets harder when the two of you share the most crucial and, possibly, most private space that anyone could ever have.

The bathroom.

Oh, it was tough on your heart. It still is, sometimes, though you’ve gotten better at pretending that you can’t see Jeno’s entire naked upper body when he steps out of the shower and you dash inside to finally relieve your bladder.

It’s not ideal, you know, but it’s the best that your money (combined) can get. Before the start of your junior year, you had been in such a slump over a breakup with your ex that you slacked off hard when it came to apartment hunting. Prices had gone up tenfold by the time you started searching, and with every single day that passed, they only rose and rose, practically laughing in your face for your earlier incompetence.

It wasn’t until you mentioned to your friend (coworker), Mark, that it had been absolute hell trying to find a place to stay. And bless his heart, that precious boy Mark Lee, as he lifted his hand to run it through his hair, only to accidentally knock off his uniform hat off his head as he exclaimed, I got you!

That’s how you met Jeno. A friend of a coworker-turned-friend who had been sheepishly looking for a roomie to occupy that devilishly tiny space because even though it was smaller than a suburban backyard, the rent was still so high.

Before you moved in, your automatic gameplan with any roommate was to interact as little as possible. Stay out of the kitchen if they’re in it. Watch movies in your room if the living room is occupied. Avoid being in the same space at all. Less contact with someone you barely knew meant less conflict, less tension, less worry. You just come in and out, talk about whose turn it is to buy the paper towels and stack the dishes, then move on with your life.

Absolutely impossible with Jeno. Firstly, he’s a kind-hearted boy. Well, not a boy— he is a man. A boy-ish one with that smile he’s got, and the tenderness behind his words yet the playful venom he spits at you whenever he gets the chance. It’s hard to stay away when his personality is so well-balanced and welcoming that you can’t help but to interact.

That, and it’s hard to avoid someone when you’re in the kitchen cleaning up and they have to walk right past you in order to leave. The first few weeks were awfully awkward; a constant cycle of oh, sorry, as the two of you tried to get past each other but couldn’t because of how close everything was together. Jeno gave up the act quickly and began to laugh softly at these little conflicts. It made you feel better, made you feel like you too could laugh at the silly reality of your situation. The apartment felt warmer. You’re unsure if it’s because it was tiny, and the heat was trapped, or because getting comfortable felt nice and it slowly transformed your place into your home.

“Ah. Fruity Pebbles? Someone’s tending to their inner child.”

You huff, your back pressing against his as the two of you sort the new groceries into the little storage space that you have. “They were on sale. And what about it? I’m sure baby Lee enjoyed a bowl or two. Don’t mask your inner child’s excitement with learned patronization.”

“Someone’s been reading lately,” He shoots back, and you can hear his stupid smile through his voice. “Big words for someone like you.”

“You know what? You can forget about the pebbles. Get your own cardboard cereal.”

“I don’t think it’ll fit in the pantry.”

“Laundry day?”

Yes, laundry day. The most taxing and annoying chore of all. Laundry day, where you have to haul your drawstring bag of clothes down the stairs, out of the apartment and into the hallway, all the way down to the elevator. It’s a mission, it’s quite serious.

Jeno stares up at you from the foot of the stairs, eyeing you with humor as he sees you lug around that giant sack of clothing. Oh, how helpful he is, only making you more self-aware as he stands with his fitted undershirt and notorious gray sweats. How lovely of him.

You try coping with the close proximity by turning your attraction to him into annoyance, only your brain does this wicked thing where it gets so annoyed you cannot help but notice all the other handsome, kind, inviting things about him to get annoyed about.

You do not, by any means, have feelings for Jeno. He’s more like that hot friend that you are so sure is out of your league that you simply give up. Yes, he’s hot. Yes, you know nothing will come out of it. Yes, you are one hundred percent okay with that. It’s just difficult when he’s got a pair of eyes and you aren’t looking your best. Human nature to feel a little self conscious, you guess.

“Let me come with,” He offers as you finally reach the bottom of the steps, mindlessly taking the lump of clothes and bringing it into his arms like it were the weight of a newborn baby.

“Eh?”

“I will help you,” He starts again, this time speaking slowly to mock you. He’s trying to stifle a shit-eating grin from coming up on his face. He’s so unbearable that you lightly smack at his arm.

You don’t understand why he would offer to tag along; the laundromat is one of the worst places to spend your free time at. The one you go to has a corner store right next to it, which is nice, but it feels boring again after you collect your snacks and choose a chair to sit in while you watch your clothes spin around and around. It’s even worse when the wall-mounted TVs play nothing but a loop of all the songs that reached top 10 on Billboard in 2013.

But Jeno doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind a lot of things, you think, as you reach the building and hop out of his car. He’s got so much patience in his heart that you’re not sure what could ever bore him to death.

The two of you pick your washers and start dumping your clothes in. It’s pretty quiet, save for the low rumbling of the other machines and Katy Perry’s Roar playing softly from the TVs. The bell on the entrance door jingles as an older lady walks in with a little boy who's got a candy bar in hand.

When you finish loading the washer, you turn to Jeno swiftly. “Want anything from next door?”

He tilts his head, thinking. “Any sour candy.”

While you head out on your mission to bag the snacks, Jeno picks a table by the window to sit at. He zones out, mindlessly watching the music video play out on the tv, but the sound is muffled in his ears. He's not sure if it's from his lack of focus or the overpowering sound of the machines running.

He’s pulled out of it when the little boy speeds by. With the whole laundromat to himself, he weaves in and out of the rows like it's a maze, yet dutifully obeys his grandmother’s commands to pass him the little detergent tablets on the drying table. After he passes them to her, he starts running again.

He’s about to pass Jeno again before he trips over his own shoelaces and tumbles down to the floor. Jeno automatically perks up, worry flashing in his eyes as he looks at the boy and then to his grandmother. Her eyes are busy on the laundry, sorting out the colors and the whites, and while Jeno is internally panicking about the wellbeing of the child, the little boy simply laughs it off and gets back up on his feet. He’s a little bashful due to having an audience, but after Jeno wordlessly sees that he’s okay, they both relax.

The candy that he was holding had slid across the floor, so Jeno takes it upon himself to pick it up and give it back. He silently inspects it of any damage, earning a laugh from the little one as he hands it to him.

The boy carefully unwraps it then breaks off a piece to give to Jeno.

“Oh,” He starts immediately, taken aback. “No no, you have it.”

The boy hums a short mm-mm while shaking his head, insisting that Jeno take it.

With a weary smile, his big hand meets the small one in front of him and he gently takes the piece of chocolate, slow and careful in case the little boy has any doubts.

As you’re walking back to the laundromat, you can see the entire interaction through the huge windows in the front. The look that’s on Jeno’s face as he interacts with the boy is enough to make your knees weak. It’s so soft, almost loving.

When you step back inside, you try to be as discreet as possible, but the bell on the door alerts everyone that you’re there. The two boys look at you curiously before recognition crosses Jeno’s eyes.

You slide him his bag of sour gummy worms, and without any hesitation, he tears the corner open and spills a few into his hand. He offers his open palm to the boy, who at this point, is giddy and glowing with this new established friendship. He happily takes the worms and nods his head very firmly, “Thank you!”

The boy isn’t there for much longer as his grandmother finishes loading the clothing and calls him over so that they can get ready to leave. He stuffs all the worms into his mouth so that he can hold the box of detergent tablets for her.

It isn’t long before your clothes are done in the wash so that you can dump them into the dryer. You and Jeno pass time by making fun of the music videos playing on the TVs and showing each other viral cat videos.

If there is one thing you know about Jeno, it’s that he loves cats. He’s always making comments about them in passing, showing you cute videos, texting you that he’ll be home in 10, he’s just busy looking at the cats that are up for adoption.

He wants one desperately, it’s just that…

“You know there’s no room.”

He sighs, leaning back into his chair and it squeaks. “We could, like, take it for walks to get the energy out. If anything, we can get an older, lazy cat. I think it would like the space between the window and the couch.”

You laugh, turning your head to check the time left on the dryer. “The non-existent one?”

He throws his head back and groans. Your eyes stay focused on the way his adam's apple bobs for a second too long. “Jeno, living in a space that small feels like a crime against myself sometimes. I would not want to put an animal through that type of pain. Hell, we’re the hamsters in the cage!”

He chews on the inside of his cheek, giving you the stink eye, but it’s all in good fun. Deep down he knows that you’re right.

The buzzer on the dryer goes off and catches the attention of both of you. You unload everything and dump it onto the folding table, a sigh slipping out of your mouth.

Silently, Jeno offers to help you fold. You two split the pile of clothes in half and get to work, an awful Imagine Dragons song filling the silence.

The entire situation isn’t quite ideal. The music is bad, the laundromat’s a little too cold, and you’d very much rather spend your time doing something else like ordering food and picking a thriller movie or challenging your roommate to a game of zombie COD.

But that’s what life is all about, isn’t it? Doing mundane and annoying things with someone that you care about. Folding your laundry with Jeno right next to you, tackling the boring tasks in life with someone by your side. He didn’t have to come help you, but perhaps he offered because he didn’t want you to suffer by your pile of clothing alone. Yeah, that’s what it’s all about.

It’s a little domestic. Okay, it’s painfully domestic. Everything about Jeno is- you live with him, for heaven’s sake. It’s an entire domestic fantasy playing out right before your eyes.

At this point, you’re folding all your clothes on autopilot and you don’t even realize that the both of you are done with your piles. Jeno places every article neatly in your big drawstring bag, keeping it tidy before pulling at the string. He keeps it in his arms as he guides the both of you out to his car.

“Let’s pick up some food, yeah? And search up some good thrillers in the car?”

Upsettingly domestic.

When something, anything, occurs in Jeno’s life that requires him to tell another person so that he can get it off his chest, you are the first person to come to mind. How can he not think about you, when you’re the first face he sees in the morning? The one he makes dinner with, the one he discusses the houseplants with, the one he has to watch get ready in the bathroom, toothbrush in your hand as you sloppily call out to him to please remember to take out the trash.

The two of you share a life together, you share practically everything together. Your living space, tidbits of your interactions with others, news that’s spreading around the city; your unmasked heart and soul shines through every single day. It’s so candid it could almost be romantic, yet it’s anything but that.

Well, sometimes…

No, Jeno doesn’t go there. But he can’t help but think…

When something happens, you’re the person he wants to tell. The most basic and foundational characteristic of love. Sharing. It transcends the physical- of course, you do find yourselves splitting dinners and breaking the last cookie in half so that the both of you can enjoy. But it’s more than that, now. You and him break apart your own beings so that the other can understand, listen, and console. It’s love, he thinks.

Platonic love, he quickly corrects.

He’s been so busy thinking about it that he’s barely realized he’s been staring at the one piece of paint that’s chipping off the wall for too long. The sound of the shower water hitting the tub brings him back, and he looks to the closed bathroom door.

He rushes to it, knuckles knocking on the wood. “Can I come in?”

“Huh?” You practically holler. He laughs to himself, imagining your confused, scrunched up face.

“Can I come in?”

“Oh, yeah. Be quick because all the cold air gets in!”

So he does just that, opening the door just a crack and trying to squeeze in his muscular form so that the air doesn’t rush in.

Jeno closes the door and leans against the bathroom counter, all the heat from the shower coddling him close. It could almost make him sleepy.

“Taeyong wants to promote me.”

“Huh?” You call, hands freezing in your hair as you wash it. “Are you serious? To what?”

“Assistant Manager.”

“Assistant Manager? Are you gonna take it?”

“I don’t know, it’s just… I’m kind of nervous.”

A beat of silence. He calls out your name.

“Yeah, sorry. My face was in the water. Anyway, why? Scared an old geezer is gonna chew you out for the ‘new generation’s music’?’

He laughs. You’re lucky enough to hear it over the water.

“It’s just a lot of responsibility, you know? Like, I’m so used to just doing what I’m told but now, it’s like, I gotta be in charge and tell the employees to get off their phones when they're on the clock. It’s betrayal, you know? How can I look Jisung in the eye and tell him that this is his first warning? I can’t do that.”

You shut your eyes and try to stifle a laugh. It’s a laugh of endearment, though. Jeno cares so much about the people around him- even if it’s his younger coworker who works part time at the record store and barely even sees him more than three times a week.

You shut the water off, voice clear. “Jeno. You worry a lot.” You pull back the shower curtain just a little to peek out, “Can you hand me my towel?”

He obeys, holding out the towel to the edge of the shower with his eyes closed. As soon as he feels it slip past his fingers and the sound of the shower curtain rings clink together, he opens his eyes. You’re still behind the curtain, drying off.

“I think you should go for it. You’ll get more experience. Plus, from what you’ve told me, the record shop isn’t crazy unmanageable and unorganized. And,” You add, dragging out the ‘a’, “You’ll get a raise.”

You’re right, he thinks, tilting his head and staring off. The shop is pretty calm, the customers are mostly older regulars and the occasional teenager in search of a Harry Styles vinyl. Plus, a raise would be nice. Really nice.

“Did you tell Mark and Jaemin? What did they say?”

Jeno hesitates. No, he hasn’t told them yet. You’re always the first person he wants to tell.

“No,” He starts, honest. “I was gonna tell them right now, but I wanted to tell you first. I think I’ll follow your advice anyway.”

Your heart stops in your chest. God, that made you feel so special. You’re at a loss for words before you feel the water drip from your hair down your back.

“Good. Now step out ‘cuz I gotta dry off.”

He smiles and follows your every word. He remembers not to let the cold air in, too.

Jeno is your roommate. He is also your friend, a companion, a confidant. He’s nothing more, nothing less.

People have eyes. They’re allowed to look. In fact, it is their god given right to let their eyes linger a little longer on someone as attractive as Lee Jeno.

Why are you so upset? You can’t just shield him, carry a curtain around and charge a fee for people to look his way. He’s a free man. A free, good looking man.

This party was a mistake. Watching Jeno be tonight's entertainer has planted a seed of bitterness and disappointment in your stomach that you have never felt. The bitterness is towards the situation- you’re not sure if you’re disappointed in yourself for feeling this way or for how the universe has laid out the cards. You long for something to happen. You wickedly hope for that girl to spill her drink on herself and be forced to walk away. You wickedly hope for Jeno to come to his senses and ask you if you wanna go back home and crush some random 12 year old in a shooter game.

Come to his senses? What are you, his mentor? God forbid the man has fun for one night. He’s not even doing anything that bad. Just dancing with some girl you have never seen before, lifting his hand and caressing her jaw. He’s so unbelievable and so, so, so horrible when he gently tucks her hair behind her ear. You want to vomit.

“You okay?” Jaemin asks, making you jump as he slips into the spot right next to you. He’s got a red cup in his hand and you hold back from snatching it and downing whatever the fuck is in it.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. I’m kind of proud, actually. I’ve never seen Jeno interact with a woman before. Not like this, at least. I always thought he’d bring girls home every night, yet he never does.”

Jaemin’s eyes flash with something like confusion, tenderness, sorrow. You don’t see it though, busy focused on the way Jeno leans into her and talks gently by her ear. She’s giggling and sliding her hand up his chest. You’re positive she can smell the cologne you helped him pick out earlier.

“He’s just being courteous of you.”

“I guess,” You say with a lazy shrug. Deep down you know you’re only trying to convince yourself that you see him and support him as a friend; strictly a friend. And you seem to play that part pretty well, because Jaemin does not question you at all.

“I think I’m gonna head home,” You start, checking the time on your phone. Jaemin whips his head to look back at you, “Tapping out already?”

“Yeah. I don’t really know anyone here, only came because Jeno invited me. Plus, he recently bought some new maps in COD, so, I think I wanna try those out.”

“You sure? I think I could introduce you to someone, help you get that midterm stress off your mind.”

You practically snort at his offer. He’s considerate, you think, but you cannot betray your own feelings. You’d be a fool to try and trick yourself into thinking a fling with some rando will make you feel better.

Well… you’re still a fool. Yearning from afar, not doing anything about it.

“Nah, I’m okay. Thank you, Jaem. Get home safe, okay?”

He nods and the two of you part ways.

You find yourself in an uber, shooting Jeno a text that says hey, i really wanna play COD so im heading home early. please be safe lol. :_)

You’re dropped off and you walk up to your apartment, trying your hardest not to wallow in your own feelings. You head straight to the bathroom to remove all your makeup and get ready for bed before pulling yourself up the stairs.

Your mattress awaits you like it’s got its arms open. Cozy, warm, solid enough for you to cry into.

Your home feels your pain. It’s like everything looks a little bit darker, the cream white walls seeming to be gray, the little light fixtures and hardware looking like frowny faces. The walls absorb all your feelings, reeking of longing and hope and something else that is usually paired with those two feelings. Something so captivating and large, dark and light, something so scary yet you just have to have faith in it. Something that you would rather die than confess to yourself.

So it sits, pent up in the walls of your home. It haunts you. This stupid apartment haunts you, traces of the life you live with Jeno everywhere. You can’t hide. You can’t run to the other side of the hallway and lock yourself in the room in the very back- it’s not there. Your life and your feelings are right in front of your face, everywhere you turn, everything you touch. It stings, it burns, and god, this home will kill you. Your close and unavoidable proximity with Jeno will kill you.

You’re so busy moping that you almost miss the sound of the door opening. It’s quiet, slow, and you bet to yourself that Jeno is trying his hardest to be kind, to not wake you up.

You’re scared that you’ll hear the giggle of the girl, but it never comes. Just Jeno making his way around the shoebox, using the flashlight on his phone to light the way instead of switching the lights on so that he doesn’t disturb you. Curse that stupid boy.

Jeno shuts the door to the bathroom and turns on the shower. The sound is so calming that it lulls you to sleep.

He lets the warm water caress at his back, lets it help him relax. He replays every single thing that happened at the party.

He regrets leaving you alone. In the back of his mind, he knew Mark and Jaemin would take good care of you, but shouldn’t he be doing that? Taking care of you.

He’s not obligated to, of course, and he knows that if he ever mentioned that to you, you’d snicker in his face and tell him to shuddup and let loose. But he can’t. He tried and didn’t even get that far.

Jeno got into the bedroom and onto the bed with that girl, his body slowly pushing against hers so that she could lay down. The top few buttons of his black shirt were already popped open and his mind was so foggy he almost didn’t hear his phone buzzing in his pocket.

He felt bad, but he knew he would’ve hated himself even more if he ignored it, so he had pulled back and checked the screen. In his heart, he knew it was you.

Luckily, you hadn’t seemed upset, but it was like guilt took him hostage as he realized you left the party without him. You got home without him, and you spent the night alone. Jeno suddenly felt so upset and so… gross. Grossed out with himself. He tossed you to the side just like that. And for what? A fling that wouldn’t fulfill his heart like you do? Yeah, no.

“I’m sorry,” He starts, looking from his screen to the girl’s face. She’s got a look that tells him she already knows what's coming.

“Is everything okay?”

“Um, yeah,” He says automatically, then falls quiet for a beat. “Well, kind of. I have to go.”

“It's okay,” She says gently, and it hurts even more because she's genuinely nice about it. “Get home safely. I hope everything’s alright.”

So now Jeno’s home but he’s a little too late. You’re already tucked away in bed and he wishes he would've just come back with you, play a few games and then crash. It's odd not to hear you tell him goodnight; it's become like a ritual between you two. Some nights the two of you stick together like packed sardines in the bathroom, brushing your teeth and poking fun at one another with a quiet and subtle joy in your hearts.

Jeno’s finishes showering by the time he’s done thinking over all the details. He dries off fast, feeling slightly uncomfortable and alone. Every space in the apartment is so silent that it’s unnerving.

Before Jeno slips past the curtain to get to his bed, he stands at the foot of the stairs, making out the shape of your sleeping form, face smushed directly in your pillow. The sight is so you that he cannot help but chuckle quietly to himself.

He sees you there, at the top of the stairs, and for a second it feels like you're waiting for him there. Patient and resting as he navigates through how he feels before making his descent upwards.

Quickly, he realizes he's too sleepy to be plaguing himself with these thoughts. Jeno pulls back the curtain and sinks into his bed, subconsciously falling in a position that would fit against your body so perfectly if the two of you shared a sleeping space. You feel so close and so far from him. It's the last thing he thinks about before he falls asleep.

How do you tell someone that you want them without actually telling them?

Your relationship with Jeno is built on something so fragile that he’s afraid to mess up, trip and let the glass shatter. You’re friends– real close friends, if he thinks about it. You share a home together that’s small enough to make him think that it certainly violates a number of human rights. You cannot go a day without seeing or speaking to each other.

It's so sour and it's so, so sweet. Spending everyday together, reading each other, communicating in small ways that mean the most– his heart swells and gets clogged in his throat. He’s so close to you it's like your fingertips are brushing against his as you sit on opposite sides of the couch. And, if all goes well, he could unabashedly take your hand in his and spread kisses on the back of it. Even better, he could pull you right into his lap and smush at your face, kiss you there too. So many possibilities…

Along with those possibilities comes the ones that are on the other end of the scale. He could open up (more than he already has) about his feelings and unintentionally make you uncomfortable. Oh, he would hate himself if you felt uncomfortable in your own home. Then it would really be bad, because you'd both need time and space but you practically share a goddamn bunk bed and a kitchen that feels like a toddler’s first real-life toy. It pains him more to think that you'd be unhappy than how he would feel to be rejected.

Instead, Jeno’s feelings manifest into actions and touch. When you get up from putting on your shoes and your hair's a little astray, he’ll reach over and fix it for you, keeping his touch light and gentle. He insists on helping you button up your coats and tying a bow on the back of your dresses. When he sees that you’re especially tired, he’ll wash all the dishes even though it was your turn. Sometimes, when the apartment feels especially warm and the lighting is cozy and you feel so lethargic yet blissfully happy, you’ll tell him about your day with his thumb caressing your cheek. And sometimes, you’ll lean into the palm of his hand and he’ll keep you still.

It’s not until the day where he finds you knocked out on the couch that you slip up. He had come home late from work, the shop buzzing with people looking for a Christmas gift for that one vinyl collector of a friend. He had told you he’d be late, but you thought you’d still have enough energy to stay up and wait for him so that the two of you could eat dinner and call it a night.

Unfortunately, you did not have the energy. Finals had been consuming your life and now that it was finally over, you ended up knocking out on the couch like a baby, leaving the lights on and everything. Jeno smiled softly at your sleeping form, a familiar type of warmth crawling into his heart and nestling inside it. He quietly slipped off his shoes and made his way straight toward you, calling your name softly as a test.

You didn’t wake at all. You were gone.

It kind of makes him laugh; a laugh of adoration, not amusement. It’s one of those things that’s a little funny in its own way.

It happens, he supposes, when your heart and life is so full of love that it has to escape somehow. In touch, in kisses, in laughter.

For you, it escapes loud and clear- verbally.

After Jeno decides to take a risk and lift you into his arms, you automatically curl into him, trusting him even in the depths of your sleep. He’s slow to walk up the stairs, careful to not let your head hit the wall as he makes his way upward.

And it’s when he lays you down on your mattress tenderly, hands lightly pushing away all the hairs that fell onto your face, that you stir just a little bit.

“Goodnight,” He whispers to you, using his body to block out the light he hadn’t turned off. A dopey little smile creeps onto your face. You’re euphorically sleepy, the feeling of slipping in and out of it feels so good.

“Thank you,” You rasp a little, turning over. “Love you.”

Then you’re gone again, and Jeno is frozen in place at the top of the stairs, shoulders stiffening as the words swirl around in his head.

Firstly, he’s upset he didn’t get to say it back. But the disappointment washes away quickly and he’s overcome with joy, practically buzzing as he descends down the steps to shut off all the lights and get ready for bed. He’s got a stupid smile on his face that he can’t even put away as he brushes his teeth, and if any medical professional were to see him right now, he’s surely be diagnosed with lovesickness.

He whimsies all the way to his room, pulling back the curtain and plopping down on his bed like it’s a cloud and he’s in heaven. He falls asleep thinking of all the ways to say I love you.

Winter break is lovely. It’s an abundance of warm drinks, wooly socks, sleeping in, and having an excuse to wear corny pajama sets. Your heart is at ease and the cold weather feels so nice when it bites at your cheeks- especially when you feel yourself grow a little warm around Jeno.

For Jeno, it’s even better because there are a plethora of Christmas parties.

And, usually, there’s mistletoe.

“Alright, don’t get too excited. Close your eyes!”

He obeys, shutting them and even bringing up his hands in front of his face so that you don’t think he’s pulling any tricks.

You’ve got him sitting on the couch in anticipation as you dig through your shopping bags to find what’s so important. After a few moments of rustling and humming under your breath, he hears you sigh in relief.

You hold up two sweaters in front of you, side to side. One is clearly bigger than the other. They’re thrifted and it’s very obvious that they were previously owned by elderly people; maybe they scream vintage a little too much, earth toned with eye-catching patterns like stripes and triangles running across the entire sweater. They’re only a little bit outdated, but painfully cute, and perfect for the season.

“Okay. Open!”

Jeno lays his eyes upon the sweaters and immediately breaks out into a smile, eyes forming crescents. Really, he doesn’t even look at them for long. His gaze lands directly on you.

“You like ‘em?”

“Very much,” He affirms, with his eyes still set on you. He’s not really talking about the sweaters.

“Good! We’re wearing them at Hyuck’s party this weekend.”

So the two of you wear the matching sweaters to Donghyuck’s party. When the both of you step in, Jaemin automatically makes a face at Jeno, an expression that silently screams Finally? but Jeno shakes his head. He doesn’t look solemn, though. In fact, his eyes are hopeful and bright as he nods his head at everything you say.

He doesn’t budge from your side, either.

(He wants everyone to see that you’re matching).

It pays off because Renjun tells you both that you look like an elderly couple, to which he quickly corrects himself and says ‘duo’ instead. It’s kind of embarrassing with the way that he rushes off after, face a little red. You’re not sure if it’s because of the fact that he’s tipsy or because he’s worried he’s crossed a boundary. If anything, his comment makes you have to hold back a smile, and from the corner of your eye, you see Jeno biting at his cheek too.

Renjun’s flushed cheeks inspire you. “You want anything to drink?”

Jeno contemplates for a second before shaking his head, “Nah. I’ll drive us back home.”

But he follows you to the kitchen anyways, where it’s quieter because everyone is in the living room talking over Jingle Bell Rock. You swear you can hear Donghyuck break into laughter at some point; you can already envision his happy little glowing face nuzzling up to Mark.

Jeno leans against the doorway to the kitchen, fingers playing with the edges of his sweater as he observes you moving around to get yourself a drink. He’s thinking about a hundred things at once, and somehow, you both calm and excite him.

You approach him, steadily holding your glass so that nothing sloshes over and spills. “You wanna try? Just a sip.”

He nods and takes it from your hand, bringing it up to his lips for a second before he evaluates the taste. You wait expectantly, and then Jeno gives you a solid nod before looking back over his shoulder and extending his arm to place your glass on the counter. When he turns back around, his hand comes up to gently rest on your arm. He very, very carefully pulls you closer. It’s gentle, slow, and so subtle you almost don’t even realize the proximity between you two getting smaller and smaller by the centimeter. “It’s pretty good.”

“Just pretty good?”

“Yeah,” He replies, tone so soft and far away that you immediately realize he doesn’t really care about the drink all that much. And then you realize that he’s got these beseeching love-me eyes that make your heart twist in such a pleasant way that you know you can’t escape.

You can’t go back to how it was before. You’ll never be your old self, coexisting with Jeno in your tiny home with no care or feeling in the world towards him. You can’t go back to the days of trying to sneak past him, trying to go through the days without making eye contact and conversation. You won’t even be able to go back to the days where you merely saw him as a friend, a casual buddy that you’re glad you have a good dynamic with because you happen to share a home together. You can’t ignore how you feel, what you feel. It’s so heavy and it lingers in the air between you two now. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Look,” He nearly whispers, gesturing towards the ceiling with his chin.

Mistletoe hangs at the doorway, green and white with a red ribbon adorning the stems. It’s so predictable and awful and overall so corny that you can’t help but laugh. Your tongue pokes at your cheek as your eyes trail from the plant back down to Jeno, who looks at you expectantly. He’s mindful enough to leave enough space for you to make a getaway if you want to.

“Well,” You start, though it sounds more like a question, prompting Jeno to lean into you.

He dips down and slots his lips against yours, pulling a wanton sigh out from you. You’re quick to have your hands on him, fingers tightening around the fabric of his sweater and you swear you can feel him smiling within the kiss. It’s almost enough to make you pull back so you can see the look on his face, but he holds you in place, fingers softly trailing through your hair. He hums contently, the deep sound of it making the tips of your ears warm.

Your hands travel, sliding up his chest, and the two of you break apart before you end up devouring one another at the doorway of Donghyuck’s kitchen.

Jeno smiles down at you as I’ll Be Home For Christmas starts playing.

You’re a little nervous, the fear that comes with love pestering you at the back of your mind. You’re scared this’ll be a big unspeakable thing, a thing you’ll have to avoid in the house with Jeno. A thing that’ll never happen again, a thing to blame on the tiny sip of the drink he had and the consequences of spotting mistletoe.

But Jeno’s eyes ask you to trust him, that he wants this just as much as you do. Perhaps this can be a reoccurring thing, except you don’t need mistletoe or drinks. You can do this in the comfort of your own home, when he gets home from work, after you both finish brushing your teeth, when you’re both making breakfast, or maybe in bed right after you wake up.

You dive in again, hands sliding farther up till your fingers tousle through his hair, thumbs brushing against his ears. It tickles him a little, body reacting and caving into you a bit more, his hands cupping your cheeks. You tip your head back just the slightest and he follows, looming over you. He looms over you in a way that is so warm and loving and consuming - I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.

Yes, he’s here. Holding you tenderly, your bodies shaped so nicely against one another at last. You’re no longer sitting on opposite ends of the couch, looking at each other from the top and bottom of the stairs, eyes lingering as soon as someone turns away. He’s touching you, and this time you don’t have to shy away or cough and he doesn’t have to play it off as a mistake, a mindless brush of skin that doesn’t mean anything. No, it means everything now.

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The Virgin Series – Lee Jeno

Part of ‘The Virgin Diaries’ Series

Virgin!Au, University!Au, Friends-With-Benefits!Au

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Minor Angst

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Rough Sex, Loss of Virginity.

Word Count: 11.5k

Summary: Jeno often found that he had a lot of free time on his hands. Between going to his classes, studying, and going to the gym, he didn’t do much else apart from lounge around the apartment eating snacks. Not needing a part time job like his roommates because of his well-off parents, Jeno knew he had it easy, but it never got to his head, and he was always seen as the sweet, kind person he was. But this pact really threw his head into a spin. As he sat in class thinking about it, a lightbulb went off in his head as he saw you struggling with the work in the front of the class. You suddenly found yourself in a deal that threw your life into a spin. If you took Jeno’s virginity, he would give you tutoring for the rest of the semester. It was the deal of a lifetime to you, a handsome boy offering you sex and tutoring. But when you don’t end up sticking to the one-time sex thing, can you keep things strictly studying and sex with no feelings?

“So let me just get this straight.” Your eyebrows were knitted together, and your eyes narrowed as your mind had gone into a complete state of thought process. You were trying desperately to wrap your head around the words you thought that Jeno had just said to you, but honestly it sounded so bizarre, you weren’t sure if you were imagining it or if you’d misheard his words. You could even be dreaming for all you knew, but you just couldn’t believe what you’d thought you’d heard. “You.” You pointed at Jeno, his eyes lowering to your finger and then drifting back up to your face. “Want me.” You moved your finger to point at yourself, Jeno’s eyes once again darting down to your finger before going back to you. “To have sex with you, in exchange for free tutoring for the rest of the semester.”

“Well, when you put it like that it sounds bad…” His eyebrows furrowed and he cringed, his cheeks blushing a light red and his fingers knitting together as a nervous habit. When Jeno had asked you if he could have a quick word with you after class had finished, you would never have guessed the reason why. Actually you probably would have guessed that he’d just won the lottery ad had come to gloat about it before guessing what he’d actually just said to you.

“But that’s basically how it is, am I correct?” Your mouth was parted slightly as you stared at Jeno. He took a deep breath before letting out a sigh, his hands moving to rest in the pockets of his hoodie as he shuffled around awkwardly on his feet.

“Yes, pretty much.” He nodded his head in confirmation, his glasses slipping down his nose slightly at how firmly he moved his head. He raised a hand up to push them back up his nose and he gave you an awkward smile. “I know it’s a strange offer, considering we don’t really know each other, and we only share one class but…I can see that you’re struggling with the class and I want to help. But I also need help with something so I just figured it could work.”

Lee Jeno, the most beautiful, quietest, cutest, perfect person you’d ever laid eyes on, was asking you for sex in exchange for tutoring. You were mind blown, and honestly thought it was a prank at first. But when you looked into Jeno’s eyes and saw how nervous he was, you came to the conclusion that he was being deadly serious with you, and this was a legit deal. You’d been crushing on Jeno since the first day of class. How could you not? He was every girl’s idea of the perfect guy, and he was super smart! If you could get tutoring from anyone and pass the class, it would be Jeno.

What Jeno had stated was true, you were struggling badly in the class. It wasn’t that you were stupid, it was just that you’d had to take two weeks off the semester prior because you came down with a bad flu that stopped you from attending. You fell behind on the work and had failed to catch up. Your professor had told you it was wise to seek help from one of the other students, and you did plan to ask one of them, it was just that you didn’t know anyone that well in the class and you found it awkward. They probably had their own problems and didn’t have time to add your problems to theirs whilst tutoring you for free. And your weekend job at the clothes store in the local mall didn’t pay enough for you to pay for tutoring.

So Jeno’s offer was a godsend. It’s just, you didn’t know how to feel about having sex with Jeno. Of course, you’d thought about it before when you were daydreaming in class and had let your mind wonder to a dark, steamy place. But you’d never mentally prepare yourself to actually accept the offer of getting underneath him. You weren’t a virgin so you werne’t worried about the sex side of the deal. No it was more the fact that the person who had asked you had a sharp look to his face and was beautifully intimidating.

“Why do you want to have sex with me?” You had to ask, otherwise you’d never get to sleep at night. Jeno’s mouth opened and closed and then he let out a short sigh.

“Okay, please don’t judge me for this but…me and my friends have a pact, and we have to lose our virginities by the end of the year-”

“YOU are a virgin?!” You put emphasis on the word and your eyes nearly popped out of your head. How could someone this handsome, with the social circle he had, and seemingly great personality, still be a virgin?

His cheeks went a darker red and his head lowered slightly, his eyes darting around the empty classroom even though there was no one around but the two of you. He nodded quickly and cleared his throat. “Yes…anyway, one out of four of us has already lost their virginities, and I couldn’t think of a way to do it. I don’t really like parties, and I don’t particularly want a relationship whilst I’m still in college. Then I saw you could use some help and decided to give us a win-win situation. You get the tutoring you need, and I get to lose my virginity.”

He had a point. He gets what he wants, and you get what you need. Also, not only do you get what you need, but you get what you want too, which is sex with Jeno. So yeah, it was a win-win situation. However, you didn’t want to come off as too excited and eager. You cleared your throat and gave him a sweet smile.

“I need to sleep on you- it. I need to sleep on it…” You felt your cheeks going hot at your slip of the tongue. He let out a soft laugh and then glanced down at his shoes. “Can I let you know tomorrow?” You took a deep breath, hoping he didn’t notice how embarrassed you were at your mix up of words. You tried desperately not to let your mind wander with thoughts of sleeping on top of him, but it was starting to look like a lost cause.

“Of course, let me give you my number and you can text me when you’ve made up your mind.” He held his hand out and you hurried to pass him your unlocked phone. He put his number in and then text himself from your phone so that he also had your number. “Thank you for even considering this by the way, I appreciate it.”

“I’ll text you soon.” He handed your phone back and you gave him a quick smile as you hastily made your exit out of the classroom. Your face was hot, and you could feel the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Was this really happening? You still couldn’t quite comprehend the situation, so you decided to do what you always did in circumstances where you didn’t know what to do.

Consult your best friend.

You’d known Mark since he came over from Canada. You’d met in high school and had been best friends ever since. You’d gone through a lot of things together and had always leaned on each other through rough times and happy times. Like when Mark got rejected by the girl he’d been pining after for months, or when you both got accepted into the same university and got drunk from celebrating. Mark was also your first kiss, as where you his. It had been a simple kiss, and you both cringed afterwards, but it was a milestone for you both that you didn’t regret.

“I’m just saying, you’ve been wanting him to dick you down since you laid eyes on him and now, you’re actually questioning it?” Mark had a confused look etched across his face as he laid on your dorm bed. He was munching on popcorn and watching you as you paced around the small room.

“Oh no, I’m definitely going to say yes! But do you think that it’s a bit…odd?”

“100% its odd, but it doesn’t mean it’s bad. Just make sure he uses protection and is a gentleman with you.” He shrugged, shovelling a handful of popcorn in his mouth. You hummed in thought, not even thinking as you pulled your phone out and sent a message to Jeno saying that you were up for his deal. Mark narrowed his eyes at you and then started to giggle. “Yo wait, did you just text him? I thought you told him you would tell him tomorrow?” You widened your eyes and your grip on your phone tightened.

“Do you think that he’ll think I’m too keen? Oh no that’s so embarrassing!” You flopped onto your bed face first, landing half on Mark and causing him to grunt. He continued to giggle, patting your back to try and comfort you.

“Don’t worry about it, he’s probably super excited to have sex with you and I’m sure he was nervous to even ask you something like this. Your quick response has probably calmed him.” Mark shrugged and ate more popcorn. You turned your head and looked at him, reaching out and taking one of his hands in your own. He smiled softly, lacing his fingers with yours and giving it a tender squeeze. If Mark wasn’t your best friend, you had easily fell in love with him, but the two of you were too close and neither of you had ever had anything other than platonic feelings for each other. “I’m rooting for you.”

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You and Jeno had been texting back and forth trying to figure out what days you should schedule your study sessions and which day you should ‘do the do’ as Mark had been calling it. You’d both decided just to get it out the way with, and Jeno was very keen. So, the day you’d arranged for was this coming Saturday. You were going to go over to his apartment that he apparently shared with his friends, but he’d told you he had the place to himself on that day.

You were nervous, you couldn’t lie. You were stood in front of Lee Jeno’s door, wearing the nicest bra and panty set that you owned underneath your leggings and oversized hoodie, trying to urge yourself to knock on his door.

After what felt like minutes but in reality, was only seconds, you knocked on the door, rocking backwards and forwards on your feet as you waited for him to answer.

The door swung open slowly and Jeno appeared from behind it with a small smile on his lips. He looked…good. A simple white t-shirt and grey sweatpants but it made him look effortlessly hot. That was all you could think of as you stared at him.

“Hey.”

“Hey, come on in.” You missed the way his eyes ran up and down your body before settling on your face. You smiled at him as you walked past him into the apartment. The first thing you noticed that it was surprisingly clean for an apartment occupied by four young men. Of course that would be the first thing you noticed, why notice the dimmed lights, the Netflix home screen on the television, and the bottle of wine on the coffee table when you could notice the cleanliness of the place. Although that was the next thing your eyes caught sight of and it sent a bit of shiver down your spine in anticipation.

“Ah, so we’re going to Netflix and chill?” You turned to give him an amused smile as he walked up behind you. He looked a bit spooked at first, almost as if he had been caught in an embarrassing situation. But then he noticed the amusement on your face, and he gave you a smile that mirrored yours, followed with a soft laugh.

“Original huh?” He walked past you and sat on the couch, patting the material beside himself, and giving you a shy smile. “You can pick what we watch.” He held the remote out to you as you walked around the couch and slowly sat down, placing your bag on the floor beside you. You took the remote and turned your attention to the tv.

“Itaewon class okay with you?” If he said no it was too late because you’d already selected it.

“Yeah, just not the first episode because I’ll cry.” His confession about crying to a tv show made you giggle gently, unsure whether he was being serious or not. You did as he asked anyway and selected the second episode, it didn’t matter to you because you’d already watched the series, and it showed on Jeno’s account that he had too. “Would you like a drink?” He asked after a few moments of silence, settling beside you on the couch.

“I’m good thanks.” You gave him a smile and then turned your attention to the tv. You couldn’t pinpoint whether it was Jeno’s presence, the sexual tension, or the fact that knew you knew you were sat on his couch watching Netflix was because he wanted sex with you, but your panties were starting to stick against you, the arousal sitting heavy in your stomach and causing your body to prepare itself for what was to come.

You made it to halfway through the episode before Jeno made a move. He started off slow, just inching his hand over to gently place on your thigh, your stomach fluttering as a pang of nervousness rushed around your system. You couldn’t even begin to comprehend how nervous Jeno must feel considering he was the one making all the moves. You felt him shuffling beside you, moving to aim his body towards you more, his other hand catching your jaw in his grasp. Your eyes widened momentarily before your vision changed from the tv as Jeno turned your head. Jeno’s face which was a lot closer than you had thought, and his eyes were locked on your parted lips. He licked his bottom lip, his eyes shutting as he pulled your face to his, his lips closing over yours and feeling softer than any other lips you’d ever felt.

You melted into his kiss, his hand tightening on your thigh as he languidly moved his lips in time with yours. Jeno gripped onto your hips, not wasting any time in pulling you onto his lap. It was surprising how forward he was being, but his confidence and how he was taking control was turning you on. His tongue edged its way into the kiss, your mouth responding by parting more and allowing him to assert him dominance over your tongue too. Jeno could feel that you were purposely hovering above his lap, your knees on either side of his legs keeping your body a few inches above his own. But he wanted more, so he grabbed your hips, and pushed you down onto his lap completely. The feeling of his hard cock against your core made you let out an involuntary moan into his mouth. He smirked against your lips, bucking his crotch up into yours in response to your sultry moan that was doing wonders to his hard on.

You didn’t notice the way his hands were shaking as he cupped you underneath your thighs, standing up and holding you in his arms, his lips never leaving yours for one moment. You assumed he was taking you through to his bedroom, and your assumptions were correct as before you knew it your head was hitting a soft pillow and Jeno was crawling on top of you, dropping the weight of his body onto you. His body laid between your legs, his hard cock grinding directly into your heat. His lips finally parted from yours, the wet pillows drifting down your jaw and finally settling on your neck. With one arm on one side of your head, he used his other hand to gently grasp your jaw, tilting your head back against the pillow to gain easier access to your neck. Everything about you took over his senses. The way you felt warm against his cool fingertips, the taste of your neck against his tongue, the sounds of your deep breaths falling from your lips at the way his cock was grinding into your core, the sight of you falling apart bit by bit in front of him, and the smell of your fruity perfume that was intoxicating and made his head swim in everything about you.

“Ow.” You mumbled gently, causing Jeno to pull away quickly, his eyes alert as he looked down at you with worry in his expression.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He asked, his voice deeper than you’d ever heard it before from the arousal swimming about in his body.

“Yeah, you’re just leaning on my hair.” You giggled softly which made him relax, a smile appearing across his lips and his eyes turning into little crescent moon shapes.

“Sorry.” He leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek that was far more intimate than you’d have expected him to be considering this was meant to just be a onetime hook-up. He sat back on his knees, removing his arm from your hair, and gently brushing it closer to your head so it was less likely to get in his way. You looked up at him between your parted legs, seeing how dark his eyes had turned under the soft lighting of the moon shining through the window, the lust swimming in his gaze making the fire in your stomach flare like someone had poured gasoline on it.

It took you by surprise when he pulled his t-shirt over his head, especially when you laid your eyes on his abs and chiselled chest. He must workout, but he didn’t strike you as the type of person who worked out. It’s not that Jeno was the quiet, brainy type who spent all of his time studying with no time to workout, it was just that he always wore thick hoodies to class and you never got to see what his body, so it just never occurred to you that he would look like that underneath his hoodies.

You sat up and pulled your own hoodie over your head, throwing it onto the floor without a care, wanting to move the process along and you had no idea if he had enough confidence to take your hoodie off himself. He smirked slightly and ducked down, laying kisses to your chest, swirling his tongue around teasingly on your skin. His lips moved downwards, and he kissed at your breasts, both of his hands coming up and squeezing at them over your white laced bra, which he forgot to mention, but he found the way the white lace looked against your soft skin to be very sexy, enough that his cock twitched in his boxers. He pulled your bra down enough for his lips to wrap around your left nipple, the sudden moan that left your lips causing him to gaze up at you. Your eyes were barely open as you made eye contact with him, the sultry look in your eyes making him want to take you right there and then, but he didn’t want your experience with him to be over quickly, especially when it was his first time and he wanted to look back on this as an amazing experience. It hadn’t ever occurred to him to ask if you’d had sex before. Well until this moment.

“Are you a virgin?” He asked suddenly, his lips wet with his spit as he pulled away from your nipple. You raised your head off the pillow and shook it.

“No, I’ve had sex a few times.”

“Okay, great.” He smiled and went back to suckling at your nipple, just pleased that he wouldn’t have to worry as much about the pressure of taking your virginity. Losing his virginity was pressure enough, what if he was awful? What if you had a bad experience with him? These thoughts had ran through his mind plenty of times since he’d proposed his offer to you, but he pushed them aside so that negative thoughts didn’t cloud his head and ruin it for him anyway.

A sensual moan that left your lips as his thumb rolled around your other nipple gave him a boost of confidence, and he pulled away from you and grabbed the sides of your leggings, tugging them down your hips strongly and taking your white lace panties with them. He threw them onto the floor and paused as he watched you sit forward slightly so that you could unclip your bra, letting it join the rest of your clothes on the floor.

“Fuck.” He moaned at the sight of you bare before him, your legs spread and inviting him in wordlessly. He paused momentarily as his eyes ran over your breasts and down to you glistening heat. He reached forward with his right hand, not being able to stop himself from trailing his fingers up through your wet folds, your slick coating his pointer and middle fingers as he stroked you slowly. You bit your bottom lip, not feeling much yet, but he was new to this, so you just waited for him to get the hang of it. He was looking down at your core and didn’t notice the way you watched his bottom tuck between his teeth in concentration. You couldn’t help but smile fondly at him, finding it oddly adorable that he had such a cute concentration face despite the fact he had his fingers on your most private of places. You were so invested in his face that it took you by surprise when his thumb made contact with your clit, rolling it in a circular motion and making an involuntary moan spill from your lips. Your moan caught his attention, and he glanced up at you with his lip still caught between his teeth. His lips slowly changed into a smirk, and his lip was finally released from the assault of his teeth. He slipped a finger on his other hand inside of you, moving it in and out slowly as his thumb continued to draw circles on your clit.

“That’s good, you can add another finger.” You decided that he could do with some encouragement, considering he’d never done this before and his nerves must be through the roof, but despite this, he had a very calm exterior. He gave you a nod to show that he’d heard you, and another finger slowly slipped inside of you.

“This okay?” He asked in a raspy voice, his fingers moving slowly.

“Mhm, better than okay.” You said in a breathy way, trying to regulate your breathing as his ministrations were causing you to be breathless. Your encouragement was doing wonders for his confidence and ego, so he didn’t hesitate to speed up the pace of his fingers. After what felt like hours but in reality, was only a few minutes of him fingering you, his fingers moved harder and faster, whimpers falling from you at the knot building in your stomach.

“Fuck Jeno! Keep going, oh my god!” You writhed on his bed, your back arching and eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm rapidly creeped up on you. The sight made him move the hand he had on your clit to grasp at his hard cock through his sweatpants, needing to feel some relief. His fingers didn’t slow down at all as he swooped in and replaced his hand with your mouth. The way his lips sucked on your clit was the final straw for you, and you saw stars as Jeno made you cum all over his fingers. He slowed down his motions but lifted his head up to look at you.

“Did you cum?” He asked, noticing the way your wet walls suddenly pulsed around his fingers and the way your body stiffened only to relax moments later. He was proud of himself. Very proud of himself.

“Yeah, that was amazing.” You said as you breathed heavily, your chest rising and falling and your fingers releasing the sheets you didn’t even realise you were gripping hold of. “Can you fuck me now?” Jeno almost choked on his own spit at your blunt request.

He slipped his fingers out of you and stuttered out a small “Y-yeah.” Before he pushed down his sweatpants and boxers, pulling them off his legs and almost throwing them across the room in his haste. He reached over to his bedside table and grabbed a condom, quickly slipping it on his cock and giving it a few tugs. He took a deep breath and lined himself up at your dripping core, pushing into you very slowly and trying not to cum instantly at the way your tight walls sucked him in.

“Fuck.” He grunted as he leaned over you, his hands on either side of your head bracing his body as he took in deep breaths to prepare himself. You bit your bottom lip at the erotic sight of him hovering over you, his muscles tense and his eyes shut as he got used to the feeling of being buried inside of you. The feeling of euphoria as you watched him didn’t last long though, as he started to move his hips and that feeling was soon interrupted with repeated pangs of pleasure from how he was slowly fucking you.

“J-Jeno!” You moaned out, his body lowering down as he moved to lean against his forearms, his head ducking down and tucking into the crook of your neck. You wrapped your legs around his hips and gripped onto his back, your nails leaving crescent moon shaped indents into his soft skin. Jeno did what felt natural and rocked his hips into you, quiet grunts resonating in his throat from the way your pussy was squeezing around his cock.

“Oh fuck!” He moaned out, picking up the pace and starting to slam his hips into you, the heat radiating off of him making you start to perspire in the same way he was starting to get a light sheen of sweat over his skin. “I-I’m-“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence, his body stilling and tensing up as his release into the condom, his orgasm washing over him and making him feel like he could see stars. He didn’t know how to explain it, but this orgasm felt different to any other orgasm he’d had before when he was masturbating. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but he assumed it was to do with having another person with him who was the cause of his orgasm. It felt more…special? He wasn’t sure, and he couldn’t think much about it in that moment anyway, as he was still buried balls deep inside of you.

You didn’t hold it against Jeno that he came within two minutes of fucking you, he was a virgin, and most men are known for not lasting long during their first time, so you didn’t mind. Besides, he’d already given you and wonderful orgasm, so you were practically even. It still took you by surprise though when he pulled out of you and immediately shuffled down the bed, laying down between your legs and licking a stripe up your folds, swirling his tongue around your clit and sucking it into your mouth.

“Oh fuck.” You moaned out breathily, your head falling back against the pillow and your eyes drifting shut. How was he so good at oral? He was a virgin less than five minutes ago and now he was close to bringing you to your second orgasm of the night. He smirked against your pussy, proud of himself for the way you were reacting to his tongue work. He decided in that moment that he could eat you out all day, it was quickly becoming his favourite hobby, and even after this night was over, if you ever asked him to eat your pussy again, he would in a heartbeat. He grabbed hold of your legs and threw them over his shoulders, wanting to feel the way your muscles in your legs reacted to the way his tongue was flicking against your bundle of nerves.

It was when he slipped his middle and ring finger inside of you a curled them up, that you finally hit your peak, your thighs tightening his head like a vice and your walls pulsating around his fingers, the firework exploding inside of you. He licked up the mess he’d made around your thighs and then sat back, wiping his hand over his chin that was glistening from your juices. You lifted your head and smiled shyly at him, letting out a gentle giggle as he reached across to his bedside table and grabbed a couple of tissues to clean himself up with. He pulled off the condom, tied it, and tossed it into the bin across his room.

“I’ll be back in one second.” He mumbled, pulling on his sweatpants, and disappearing out of the room. You bit your bottom lip and glanced around his bedroom for the first time, noticing a few Star Wars posters in frames on the wall, as well as a large tv with a PlayStation set up to it. His bedroom looked cosy, decorated in a dark blue and cream, with minimal things in the small space, but enough to make it look lived in. It suited him and brought a gentle smile to your face.

Jeno came back a minute later with a damp wash cloth. He handed it to you and then quickly walked around his room to gather up your clothes that had been thrown around haphazardly. You wiped around your area to clean it off, before slowly standing up and stretching out your limbs. Jeno smiled as he handed you your clothes, awkwardly turning around to give some privacy despite having just had his mouth on your heat.

“Jeno you just fucked me; you don’t have to turn around.” You giggled as you pulled on your underwear, followed by your leggings and your hoodie. Jeno blushed and let out a soft chuckle as he turned back around.

“Yeah sorry, thank you by the way.” He bit his bottom lip, his shyness and awkwardness making your heart thud at how adorable he was, which was a complete juxtaposition to how hot you found him not too long ago.

“You’re more than welcome, thank you too, not bad for a first timer.” You winked at him, approaching him, and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I should get going, it’s been fun though, text me about the first tutoring session, I’m free most nights.” You gave him a big smile and watched as he raised his eyebrows.

“Actually, I wondered if maybe you wanted to stay for a little while, I’ll buy takeout and we can finish the next episode of Itaewon class or something.” He smiled softly and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. You’d just taken his virginity, the least he could do was buy you Chinese food, or pizza, or whatever you fancied. Although he did hope you picked Chinese food as it was his favourite. “My roommates won’t be home for a while so there’s no rush for you to leave.” You pursed your lips as you contemplated your choices. You could either sit with this handsome man, eat takeout, and enjoy his company, or you could go home to your dorm room and eat heated up mac’n’cheese, alone.

“I like Chinese food.”

Jeno decided he liked you a lot more for those four words.

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It had been less a week, 2 days and approximately 22 hours since the last time you’d met up with Jeno and had taken his virginity for him, and today was the day of your first tutoring session with him. You’d texted back and forth with him and ultimately decided that he was going to come over to your dorm for an hour on Tuesday evenings, and you’d go over to his apartment for an hour on Thursday evenings. So as you waited for Jeno to come over you obsessively made sure that your bed was made and all of your dirty laundry had been picked up and put in your laundry basket. The last thing you needed was for Jeno to see a bra on the floor, sure he had already seen your bra on the floor, on his floor to be more specific, but this time it just felt different. He wasn’t coming over to fuck you, he was coming over so you didn’t fuck your education.

You hadn’t stop thinking about Jeno ever since you’d left his apartment that night, filled up with Chinese food and knowing a lot more about Jeno than you’d known when you’d entered the apartment. Jeno had told you that he didn’t have a job because his parents were well off and they would rather him focus on his studies than on a job he didn’t need. He also told you that he liked to go to the gym, he loved spending time with his roommates who were also his best friends, and he’d never had a proper girlfriend before. Sure he’d been on a few dates, but most of the women scared him off from coming on too strong. You got vibes from Jeno that he wasn’t quite a shy person, he was just introverted and kept to himself, that’s why he had the balls to ask you to have sex with him in exchange for tutoring, but also why he was a still virgin in the first place.

Jeno came over at exactly 7pm, study books in his bag and a smile on his face. The study session went really well and you were surprised with yourself for concentrating enough to actually learn a substantial amount. It wasn’t that you normally found it hard to concentrate during studying, it was just that Jeno was so handsome, kind, and patient, that he was making you want to jump on him and smother his face in kisses. You had no idea why you felt this way, but pinned it on the fact that you’d slept with him and he’d been nothing but a gentleman, also you did have a minor crush on him. Well maybe it was major, you weren’t too sure yet.

The night had consisted of a good amount of studying, mixed with some gossip about people you both knew and lots of sexual tension. You thought that maybe you were just imagining it but the way Jeno’s palm slid up your thigh as he went to take your pen from you or the way you caught him staring at you as you read a paragraph in his book, really was starting to make you think he wanted to fuck you again as much as you wanted to fuck him.

You’d planned for Thursday night to go down in a similar fashion, except when you arrived at Jeno’s apartment his roommates were home this time. You’d never met any of them in person before, only having seen them recently when you saw Jeno walking with them on campus. You did recognise Renjun however from the times you’d seen him hanging around the art department at the university, but Jeno said he was out with his girlfriend so wouldn’t be there. You walked in after taking off your shoes at the door and then followed Jeno through to his bedroom, but on the way there you had to pass the living room.

“Jeno you didn’t tell us you were having company over?” A voice said in a teasing tone, a tall boy with light brown hair approaching you with a smile that matched his teasing tone. His hair was obviously bleached to that colour, as his dark roots were growing through already and giving away his secret. “Hi, I’m Jaemin.”

“Hi, nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N).” You gave him a polite smile and bowed slightly to him.

“So are you the girl who took Jeno’s virginity?”

“Donghyuck!” Jeno scolded the boy who was lounging on the couch with a big smile on his face. Your face heated up and you went slightly wide eyed from shock at his question.

“That would be me.” You answered with a smile, not wanting them to see how embarrassed you were and masking it with your smile. Although, you had a feeling that Jeno’s cheeks were hotter than yours as he ran a hand over his face and let out a low groan.

“Well now she’s confirmed it that means that Jeno definitely came 2nd place in our little pact.” Donghyuck said with a loud sigh and looked between the other guys before his eyes settled back on you. “I refused to believe him with just his word, I needed confirmation from you too.” He explained and gave you a cheeky smile. Jeno grabbed your arm gently and started to pull you into the direction of his room.

“Yeah go me, come on (Y/N).” He said as he herded you into his room. He shut the door behind him and gave you a guilty smile, “Sorry about them, they don’t get out much or have much contact with females.” He let out a small chuckle and you shrugged in response.

“It would explain why they’re still virgins then.” You couldn’t help yourself from saying that as you smiled in amusement at him. He laughed in response and brushed his hair out of his face. You noticed that the book he’s used to help you study with was laid on his bed and you picked it up as you sat down on his sheets. You opened the book to where the sheet of paper he’d used as a bookmark was and tried to familiarise yourself with what you’d covered on Tuesday’s session before you moved on to the next chapter.

You missed the way Jeno’s eyes never left your body as you innocently read the book. He couldn’t help but feel a fire burning inside of his stomach as images of your naked body underneath him flashed through his mind. He knew it was a risky game to play with you sat on his bed, especially since he was supposed to be tutoring you. But you were so beautiful, and he felt a bit of a pull towards you. Could it be because you took his virginity? He wasn’t sure. But if he had to pin it down to anything it was probably because of that. He was a sentimental guy, but he knew that had it been any other girl take his virginity he probably wouldn’t feel such affections towards her in the way he did to you.

Oh yes, he was about to play a risky game.

Said game started when he grabbed the book from your hands and threw it onto the floor, the poor spine of the book looking strained as it landed openly with pages being bent in all sorts of directions. He would worry about that later though. You looked up in surprise and all you saw was Jeno’s face getting super close before his lips smashed against yours. His hands cupped your cheeks as he held you firmly, his lips slotted perfectly against yours despite the urgency that he had kissed you in. You came to your senses and kissed him back, the two of you moving your lips in time with each other like it was a natural thing for you both to do despite it not being something you’d agreed on doing more than once.

You couldn’t describe it but kissing Jeno just felt right. He made your heartbeat faster in your chest and your stomach go all fluttery in your abdomen. You didn’t class that as having feelings for him though, since you barely knew him. Instead, you liked to think that it was merely because it was new and exciting, and Jeno was as hot as the sun.

“Jeno,” You pulled back from his lips, looking into his half open eyes that became suddenly more alert and wider as you pushed him away with your hand gently on his chest. You kind of wished he’d be the one to think rationally about this and pause whatever this was going to be, but you beat him to it. “Should we really be doing this?” You asked, proud of yourself for maintaining eye contact with his dark eyes that suddenly flickered down to look at your lips.

“Yes.” Was his response as he leaned back in and tried to kiss you. You were too quick though and leaned your head back and looked at him with a raise eyebrow in question. “Don’t you want to?” He asked, tilting his head like a curious puppy.

“I do! Just…this was supposed to be a one time thing you know? I just didn’t think you had any more interest in sex with me other than doing it once to lose your virginity.” His face fell slightly at your sudden outburst of words, which made you feel a bit bad because you knew it was ruining the mood, so you quickly added on. “I just want to make sure we’re on the same page. I’m not saying no.” He sighed and sat back, using his hand as support for his upper body on the bed.

“I want to fuck you again, and maybe after today I’ll want to fuck you again, and again, and again. We on the same page now?” He asked with his eyebrow cocked in a smug sort of way, his lips also tugging into a smirk when he saw the way you looked slightly thrown off guard by his blunt words. Well damn. He’d really blindsided you with that one to the point where you just nodded eagerly. “Use your words darling.” What the actual fuck Jeno? You thought to yourself as sparks shot through you simply from his firm tone and demanding words.

“Yes.” You said and gulped; you mouth parting as you stared at him in awe. You were so hot for him right now that you probably would have screamed or thrown something at him if he didn’t fuck you right now. His lips were suddenly on yours again, but you pushed him back again with your hand to his chest. He sighed irritably and furrowed his eyebrows.

“What now?” He asked, his tone showing just how eager he was because he sounded pissed off at being stopped yet again.

“Your friends are here.”

“So?”

“So they might hear us!” You whisper shouted at him as though they had supersonic hearing and could hear you talking. He rolled his eyes and that smirk came back as he winked at you.

“Good. I want them to hear your pretty little moans as I stuff my cock into your tight pussy. I want them to get jealous as they hear you riding my cock knowing that they’re virgins and can’t have what I have.” His low voice and filthy words made you leak into your panties from how hot he was being. What happened to the sweet gentle Jeno who came in under 2 minutes when you took his virginity? Was your pussy really that good that it tainted that sweet boy? Either way you weren’t complaining.

“Fuck.” You whispered out just before his lips successfully connected with yours for the second time that evening. This kiss however was a complete contrast to the previous one. This one had the heat of a thousand flames mixed with enough passion to write fifty steamy romance novels behind it. To summarise, it took your breath away and left you wanting more.

He slowly lowered your body down onto the bed using his, his mouth never leaving yours even for a millisecond as laid beside you. His hand ran down your side, caressing you as it travelled down until it rested on your ass, his fingers squeezing it until you felt it start to pinch the skin but in the best way possible. His tongue found yours as he rolled you over onto your back, his body caging you in against his bed with his hips grinding down onto yours. You could feel his hard cock pressing against your abdomen, it sending flickers of heat shooting through your body and making you crave more. You couldn’t wait. Fuck the foreplay.

“Just fuck me.” You moaned into his mouth, moving one of your hands down to the zipper of his jeans but were stopped when one of his hands grabbed your wrist tightly.

“Ask nicely.” He grunted back at you, pulling his lips away from yours and staring down at you with a dark gaze, as if challenging you to be demanding again. You stared back at him, batting your eyelashes to put emphasis on your next words.

“Please fuck me.” You spoke in a sickly-sweet way that made his lips curl at the corners into a smug smile.

“Not yet.” He rolled off you and then let out a soft laugh, his hands coming down and unzipping his jeans. You couldn’t see properly from the angle you were laying at you so sat up and looked down at his crotch. His hard cock looked aggressively pink at the tip, a bead of precum glistening under the light of his lamp that was situated on his bedside table. You hadn’t even had time to properly take in your surroundings as you came into his room as things had led to another pretty sharpish. Not that it mattered to you much since all you could think about right now was Jeno, Jeno, Jeno. You looked up from his dick to see that he was smirking at you. “Go on then.” He spoke in a simple way, as if his instructions were perfectly clear. You stood up from the bed and went to push down your own jeans when he shook his head at you. “Not that.” His eyes flickered from you, to his cock, back to you.

Oh.

Jeno’s cock fit perfectly in your mouth. Well actually that’s a lie. About two inches of it didn’t fit without making you gag so you had to use your hand to work in time with your mouth as you sucked him life your like depending on it. Jeno’s moans filled the room, and you were certain that his friends could hear his pretty moans when the original plan Jeno had was for them to hear your pretty moans.

“That’s it, good girl.” Jeno moaned out, his fingers grasping your hair and using it to aid your head in bobbing up and down on his rock hard dick. His praise sent bolts of electricity through you and caused your panties to get wetter every time he uttered words of filth to you. You still couldn’t quite grasp how different this Jeno was to the first Jeno that fucked you. Had he been taking online classes on how to be a master at fucking? Perhaps he’d been watching more porn? Either way you planned on asking. Not yet though, after he’d scrambled your guts up.

“Hey,” Jaemin called over to Donghyuck, pulling his attention away from the tv. “Do you hear that?” He asked as the show they were watching finished, the sounds of something banging into something echoing throughout the room, followed by the repeated noise of muffle moaning. Donghyuck’s face screwed up and he gagged as he clamped his hands over his ears.

“Hear it?! I can feel the vibrations of it in my soul!” He exclaimed and hurried to snatch the remote control from the coffee table, jamming the volume button with his thumb until the sound of the tv was at full volume and completely drowned out your moans.

“I didn’t think he had it in him. I’m impressed.” Jaemin said with a chuckle, nodding his head in approval as focused his attention on the tv.

Jeno’s hips slammed into the soft flesh of your ass as he fucked you from behind. Your knees were starting to hurt from the pressure of your body being shoved into the bed, but that didn’t matter because Jeno’s cock was hitting all the right spots inside of you. You hoped that the tight grip his fingers had on your hips would leave behind bruises as a reminder of how good he made you feel.

“Fuck!” You whined out into his pillow, your knuckles burning from how tight your grip was on the pillow aa you held on for dear life. “Oh fuck Jeno!” Your words were muffled in the pillow, but Jeno heard you loud and clear. His eyes were glued onto where your bodies connected, completely focusing on the way your pussy sucked his cock in leaving him constantly feeling like he was on the edge of being high. His hand came down, slapping the soft globes of your ass and causing the sound to ricochet off the walls, a moan fleeing your throat at the same time.

“Such a good fucking girl for me, oh yes that’s it baby.” Moans fell from his mouth as you moved your hips back, fucking yourself on his cock which in turn coaxed his orgasm to build more and more inside of him. He couldn’t help but think to himself how he had missed out on this feeling by not asking you to have sex with him months ago. If only he could turn back time and makes the most of those long months he spent cumming into his fist. He reached down, pressing his chest against your back and leaning more of his weight on you as his hands reach around and cupped your breasts in his hands, his thumb and fingers working on tugging your nipples firmly as he rutted his hips into you at a fast pace.

Your breathing came out in a rough pants, the tingling feeling inside of you building up and up until eventually you felt your walls pulsating around Jeno’s cock as your body went through the motions of your orgasm spilling over the edge. Your body went completely slack underneath Jeno as you let your body relax from the intensity of the fucking you’d received. A fucking of which was still happening, as Jeno held your hips up and continued to slam into you until he stilled momentarily, his cock deep inside of you as he spilled his cum into the condom separating you. A long moan left his parted lips as he bucked his hips into you slowly, riding out his orgasm and loosening his grip on you.

“You okay?” He breathed out, letting his softening cock slip from you as he moved backwards to lay beside you, resting his head on his arm with an amused smile on his face as he watched you breathing heavily into his pillow.

“Whothefuckareyou?” You mumbled, your words almost incoherent from how quickly they came out and travelled into his soft pillow. He laughed and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, having heard you but not sure what you meant.

“What do you mean?” He asked, reaching over and rubbing your naked back in slow circles. His touch felt warm, comforting, and not at all platonic. But you couldn’t bring yourself to move away form his touch no matter how much the thought of it feeling wrong ran through your mind.

“The Jeno I fucked last week was completely different to the Jeno that just mixed up my insides just now! Where did that come from?!” You moved your face to face him, looking up at him with glistening eyes as you smiled at him in awe. He chuckled in amusement and ran a hand through his sweaty hair, his smile bright and causing his eye smile to form. God he was beautiful. You didn’t even feel guilty about having those thoughts about him either even though you knew it was treading in dangerous territory.

“Did you like it?” He asked instead of responding to your question, his eyes trailing back down your naked body as he licked his lips in desire. He couldn’t get enough of you, you were starting to feel like a new type of drug he’d become addicted to overnight.

“You could say that.” Your voice was soft and your smile was sweet. It sent his sexual desire away and turned into something that felt a bit different. A bit like endearment, or craving. But even though at the back of his mind he was telling himself he should keep you at an arm’s length, he just couldn’t bring himself to do that. He wanted you within his reach where he could spread your legs open and devour you at any moment he wanted. He just hoped you felt the same way, or things could get messy.

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Things did indeed get messy. The studying with Jeno continued weekly, each time the two of you had sex. It became a sort of routine. Go to his place or your place, fuck, study, go home. Neither of you even pretended anymore that you weren’t going to have sex because it was just a guarantee that it would happen. Gone were the worries of falling for him. Because you were already too deep in that rabbit hole to pull yourself out of it, so why bother worry about it?

Things in class had remained how they had before too. No one suspected that you and Jeno were doing the dirty multiple times a week since you didn’t even acknowledge each other in class at all. Well apart from sneaking subtle glances at each other every now and then followed with a simple smile to each other. Although you did often find yourself sitting in class, biting your lip and thinking to yourself about your ‘relationship’ with Jeno. Did he feel the same way you did? Did he also have a big fat crush on you like you did him? It was a question you weren’t sure you wanted to answer to.

The problem was as well was that your previous study session with Jeno had left you utterly confused. Normally he fucked you like you were nothing but a living sex toy, letting out his horniness on you and giving you the fuck of your life every single time. But the last study session you had with him was different. He had taken his time, been gentle, kept eye contact with you and made sure not to grab you too hard. It left you wondering why the sudden change. It felt like you’d stepped into the past and had sex with virgin Jeno again. Not that you were complaining! He still got you off twice and you had a great time. But it brought in those mushy, gooey feelings that you had for him. The feelings where you wanted to hold his hand, go on cute dates with him, sleep over with him after sex instead of studying and then going home. It also played in your mind that that was your second to last study session with him as the semester was nearly over and that’s when you both agreed to stop whatever it was this was called between you both. Was he different towards you because of that? You didn’t know.

Today was different. It was your last study session with Jeno, and you felt a pit of despair inside of your gut. You really weren’t ready for this to end yet. Especially since you didn’t know if the two of you would remain as friends afterwards, or if you’d just go back to being strangers and sharing a class together.

You’d gone over to Jeno’s and luckily his friends weren’t there, so you didn’t have to make small talk with them when you really weren’t feeling up for it today. You’d gone into his room and placed your bag down on his floor before taking a seat on his bed. He smirked to himself as he sat down beside you, his hand immediately coming up and brushing away your hair to make a clear space for him to access your neck. You tensed up, which he noticed but didn’t think much of it. He leaned in and gently placed a kiss at the base of your neck, letting his lips linger for a moment before kissing your warm skin again.

“I’m not in the mood.” You whispered to him, which made him pull back from you and looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. That wasn’t like you at all. You were always in the mood. You glanced over at him as he shuffled away from you on the bed to give you some space. You felt butterflies inside of your stomach from nervousness at telling him you didn’t want to have sex with him. You did want to, desperately wanted to even. But you’d hoped that when you walked in he would slam you against the bedroom wall and take you in a rough manner. Not gently kiss your neck in the intimate way that he had which had your mind wondering again whether he had feelings for you or not. You didn’t want to think about that right now, not when you weren’t certain where you stood with Jeno after tonight.

“Are you alright?” He asked in a soothing voice, wanting to get to the bottom of your sudden reluctance to let him touch you. You looked over at him and gave him a weak smile, it being the only type of smile you could conjure up.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just don’t feel like doing that tonight.” You spotted the book you used to study with on his bedside table and moved to grab it, opening it up and attempting to read it, but in reality, your eyes were just scanning over the words written on the page with your brain not registering the words at all.

“Oh okay, that’s fine.” He said with a fake smile plastered on his face. He wasn’t made or upset that you didn’t want to have sex. Instead, he felt a bad sensation in his chest, unsure why you were being a bit standoffish with him. Had he done something to upset you? That was what he wanted to ask you, but he suddenly felt like he was lost for words and tongue tied. You both could feel the awkwardness in the air, and you didn’t know how to do or say.

“I’m gonna go, thank you for everything Jeno, I’m all caught up with my studies now so…yeah.” You said quickly as you stood up, placing the book down on his bed as you scooped your bag up from the floor. Jeno also stood up quickly, making his way to do the door before you could get to it.

“Wait, (Y/N) what’s wrong?” He asked, finally finding the courage to confront you about this. You avoided looking at him as you stood in front of him, just wishing he would step aside, let you retreat, and maybe one day you’d get over him. Or not, but perhaps you could buy lots of cats and be the local crazy cat lady. You sighed, finally looking up at him but wishing you hadn’t, as you could see the hurt in his eyes. Ugh, even when you were feeling like shit he still made you feel all gooey inside just from how beautiful his stupid face was. Except you didn’t think his face was stupid. You thought his face was perfect and this was why you had a problem right now. Because it wasn’t just his face, it was everything about him. How no one had ever fallen in love with this man before was a mystery to you because he was everything you could ever wish for in a man.

You took a deep breath, looking back down at the ground as you spoke. “Nothing is wrong. I just don’t think I need to study today.” You spoke timidly, it being obvious you were lying but you didn’t think he would have the balls to call you out on it.

“Bullshit.” So, you were wrong, he had called you out on it. Even though he had called you out on your lie, his voice was still soft and not at all showing the negative emotion he felt. Your head snapped up at him, your cheeks hot as you knew you were probably going to have to face this head on. “Tell me the truth. Did I do something wrong?” He asked, his voice still softer than a cloud which made you start to feel guilty about lying to him. You momentarily shut your eyes, trying to think about what to do. You could either spin another lie and risk him getting upset or mad since it was clear you were a crap liar. Or you could tell him the truth and risk yourself getting upset when he rejected you.

You made your choice.

“You’re just confusing me!” You blurted out, looking up at him as your voice went up an octave. His eyebrows raised in surprise at the loudness of your voice and sudden outburst. “You fucked me like I was a whore every time we saw each other, until last time when you fucked me like you’re madly in love with me! I don’t know why you did that but it confused me because I really like you and you probably don’t like me back but now I’m starting to think maybe you do like me but I’m probably wrong and I don’t want to get hurt because this stupid thing was just supposed to b-“

“Shut up.” You were dumbfounded by his sudden interruption of your absolute mess of an explanation.

“Excuse me?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at him as you were still pretty shocked, he’d not only cut you off, but had done it in a rather blunt way.

“I said shut up. You’re talking a load of shit.” He laughed, moving away from the door and taking a few steps towards you. You were lost for words and went to take a step back, but he grabbed you by the arm and used his strength to keep you still. “It’s bold of you to assume that I don’t like you considering we finished that stupid book weeks ago and you’re caught up in class now, yet I never once suggested we didn’t need to continue with these study sessions. We’ve been going over the same stupid chapter for weeks, and no, its not just because I wanted to have my way with you.” He moved a hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb grazing over your warm skin as he gazed into your eyes. “I mean don’t get me wrong, it was definitely a perk. But I really like your company, you’re sweet, you’re funny, you took my virginity for fuck’s sake. I know that doesn’t mean a lot to some guys, but it meant a lot to me.” His voice was gentle, yet firm in a sense of he was getting his point across to you. You were gobsmacked, your mouth open slightly in awe of everything he was saying to you.

“You like me?” You managed to mumble out, gulping down the pool of saliva that had built in your throat from being so stunned as he spilled out his confession to you. He rolled his eyes and chuckled softly, pulling your body flush against his own, wanting to have you as close to him as he could.

“You know that list of things I just called you? I’m adding dumb to that list. Yes I like you!” He brought his lips close to yours and brushed them together, sneaking in a very soft peck that left you feeling breathless. “I was actually going to ask you out later on tonight, but you kinda freaked out on me, but we still got to that part we just took a different journey to get there.” He smiled widely against your lips before letting out a soft sigh with a hum.

“Oh!...I like you too.” You smiled back, looking into his eyes and feeling all the negative emotions you’d just felt wash away and be replaced by their positive counterparts. “I’m sorry I had that outburst, I just, I don’t know, I’ve never done this with anyone before and we never set out any ground rules beforehand, so it was all a big blur.” You realised now that you were both incredibly stupid and this all could have been handled better had the two of you sat down and had a conversation about it like adults.

“It’s okay, we’ve figured it out now.” His voice got quieter as he leaned in and closed the gap between your lips. His kiss was warm, soft, and full of passion. It felt like the missing puzzle piece that had been on the floor the entire time whilst you both looked for it like the dumbasses that you seemingly were. His lips detached from yours but didn’t go far as he whispered, “So, wanna go on a date with me?”

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“So you’re telling me that not only were you the second one out of use to lose their virginities, but you’re also the second one to get a girlfriend? What the fuck man?” Donghyuck said with a huff and a disapproving shake of his head. Jeno laughed in response, you perched on his lap on the couch of the boy’s apartment. “This wasn’t part of my plan.” He continued to grumble, fiddling with the case on his phone as he sulked.

“You need to up your game. It’s only you and Jaemin left, the race is on.” Renjun chimed in, his own girlfriend sat beside him with their hands intertwined. Jaemin looked unbothered by the race to third place and simply shrugged.

“I still can’t believe those losers beat us.” Donghyuck clearly wasn’t done with his sulking yet as he grumbled the insult hoping it would bother Renjun and Jeno, when in reality it made them, both feel smug that they’d bothered the competitive one in the group.

Your first date with Jeno last week had been everything you could have imagined it would be. He took you to the bowling alley and then afterwards took you out for a meal. He did beat you at bowling, but not by many points, which you thought was suspicious and accused him of purposely trying to let you win. But he swore blind that he didn’t and that you must just have a natural talent at bowling. You didn’t believe him and still to this day accused him of trying to throw the game, even if he was unsuccessful at losing. Either way you had the best time and really enjoyed doing something other than fucking or studying with him. The two of you really got on like a house on fire and it felt natural to be with him in an intimate way. Even though it had only been a week and a few days of you being officially in a relationship with Jeno, the two of you were in your honeymoon phase and barely kept your hands off of each other. Not only were you cuddly, kissy, just all in general mushy with each other, the two of you were fucking like horny rabbits all the time, which was another Donghyuck liked to complain about since his bedroom backed up onto Jeno’s.

Jeno had asked you to be his girlfriend a few days after and now you were officially a couple, which shocked quite a few people in your class since they didn’t even know that you two spoke to each other. Mark had been super supportive of your relationship with Jeno and had insisted that he could meet him and grill him to make sure he really was perfect for you. You knew Mark would embarrass you, so you were secretly trying to avoid setting a date for Mark and Jeno to meet. But you did think it was sweet that Mark cared enough to make sure you were dating the perfect guy for you, even though you already knew that Jeno was perfect for you without needing Mark’s seal of approval.

“Stop whining about it and do something about it then.” Jaemin said in response to Donghyuck continuing on with his complaining.

Donghyuck rolled his eyes and shot Jaemin a look as he replied to him, “I am! I’m going to a party on Friday. I’ll make sure I lose my virginity there. Just you wait and see.”

A/N- Well, sorry that took me over two years to post the next instalment of this series! I hope you enjoyed it I’m so sorry about the wait. Also I didn’t proofread it because so sorry if theres any grammar errors. I know this piece isn’t as good as the first but I haven’t written anything in a long time so I’m a little bit rusty. Anyway please like/reblog/leave feedback. Thanks!

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