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happy birthday to nct dream’s lead rapper, visual, and inventor of the (◠‿◠✿) emoji, lee jeno!~

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37. “Lie to me then.”

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You gulped. You couldn’t do this. You really couldn’t do this. Not for another thirty minutes, at least. You had no idea how Donghyuck convinced you to surprise your boyfriend like this. The tank top you were wearing had started to stick to your back as you crouched in the cramped cardboard box.

Through the barrier, you heard muffled voices and music pass you as people walked by. Before the party had started, Donghyuck helped you into a huge present disguised as a gaming chair box with a bow. The box was up to your shoulder so you had no other choice than to crouch on your knees while the party went on around you. For hours. Luckily you had gone to the bathroom before getting in, but it was scorching. Every breath you took only added to the stuffiness in the trap you were held in. You reached into your back pocket to grab your phone. You really couldn’t take it anymore.

you: can jaemin open his present now?

you: i’m dying in here

donghyuck: in a minute. he’s downing a bunch of shots right now

you: wtf why??

donghyuck: uh it’s his graduation party? duh

You rolled your eyes. If it wasn’t for the surprise you would’ve strangled Donghyuck with your own hands by now.

you: i know that idiot

you: but jaemin hates alcohol

donghyuck: oh yeah

donghyuck: says he misses you

donghyuck: “she’s been at work all day waaaa she hasn’t call me yet waaaaa”

You couldn’t help but soften despite Donghyuck’s taunts. You had taken two planes to make it to Jaemin’s house in time for his party. After the last of your finals finished, you made the excuse of working a double shift so you couldn’t text or call him all day. You couldn’t shake how disappointed he sounded when you called him earlier that day.

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“I’m really sorry Jaemin,” you said, packing your suitcase quietly so he couldn’t hear. “They had no one to cover for tonight so I’m their last hope.”

“I know,” he whined. You could imagine the pout on his lips. “It’s just not fair. I wanted to facetime you the whole party. So it was like you’re here with me.”

You had bit your lip, trying so hard not to blurt the surprise right then and there.

“You’re so cute,” you said. “Just use your imagination. Imagine me there with you.”

“Lie to me then.”

“What?” you asked, confused. “Lie?”

You froze. Did he guess the surprise that easily?

“Lie and say that you’re coming to my party. That way I can imagine you there,” he said quietly. You smiled softly. Little did he know.

“I’ll see you at your party, Jaemin. I’ll have to take two flights if I left right now, but I’ll be there,” you truthfully said, unbeknownst to your boyfriend.

He chuckled sadly on the other line. “I really wish you were, baby. I miss you so much.”

If you weren’t in the middle of packing to see him right now, you would’ve started crying. Long distance was a bitch and you were so incredibly lucky you had someone like Jaemin. Who endlessly loved you no matter how far apart you were.

“I miss you too. So much” you said, desperately fighting the urge to just tell him you were actually coming to him. You hated seeing him so sad. But you knew Donghyuck would kill you. Weeks of planning destroyed all because Jaemin was sad. The same boy who made you watch Inside Out with him three times and cried every single time.

“I’ll let you get ready for work now,” Jaemin said after a beat of silence. “Don’t be late.”

“Okay,” you said, zipping up your suitcase. This was real. You were seeing you boyfriend again after months apart. It felt like a dream. “I love you Jaemin.”

“Love you too.”

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donghyuck: okay we’re coming now

You almost cried in relief. You were finally getting out of this prison, but more importantly you were finally going to see Jaemin. You couldn’t wait to see his shellshocked expression when you jump out of the box.

You made out Jaemin’s voice coming closer.

“You didn’t even wrap it, Hyuck. I know it’s a gaming chair, why do I have to open it now?”

“So we can test it out! You’re gaming set up is finally complete thanks to me. I spent a fortune on this!”

You cracked a smile. What Donghyuck said was actually true. You both had spent a fortune on this. Airline tickets didn’t come cheap during the summer. You were beyong thankful Donghyuck had offered to pay for half of everything.

When Jaemin didn’t respond, you hear the two scuffle over something.

“Give me my phone back!” Jaemin shouted.

“She’s at work, Jaemin! She’ll call you later,” Donghyuck argued. “Just open the box.”

You held in your laughter as best you could.

“Stupid gaming chair, didn’t even need one, stupid Hyuck.” Jaemin grumbled followed by the telltale sound of cardboard opening.

With a flash of blinging light and a breath of fresh air you got up from your crouch and stood straight up, surprising Jaemin, who take a step back with a yelp.

There were cheers from everyone and in a split second his arms were around you.

“You’re here! You’re actually here!”

You let out the loudest laugh. After weeks of secrets you finally could tell him, could hold him.

He was jumping now, his arms still wrapped firmly around you like he was afraid you weren’t real. He lifted you off the ground and out of the box to hold you even closer.

“Everyone, she’s here!” Jaemin shouted in pure joy, so different than the tone he had on the phone with you earlier. People cheered again and there were claps everywhere.

Jaemin pulled apart only far enough to hold your face with both hands to look at you in the eyes. You didn’t know what to expect but you definitely didn’t expect tears streaming down his face. It didn’t matter because in the next moment you were crying too.

He leaned in and kissed you with so much passion and love, your heart melted into a puddle in the middle of your chest. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and cried. As you carded fingers through his hair, you spotted Donghyuck who was jumping with delight.

“We did it! We got him!” he smiled, with a shine in his eye. “I can’t wait to get him again next time.”

You laughed and high-fived him. You hoped next time wouldn’t be for a long, long while.

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39. “We need to talk about what happened last night.”

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The bass was so strong it shook the floor. The air in the house was thick, scents of sweat and alcohol. You grimaced, glad you were sitting on the side of the room. You had a cup in your hand but you refused to drink it. The guy who gave it to you from behind the makeshift kitchen counter bar had given you a bad feeling, his hand lingering too long trying to brush it against your hand. He really thought he was smooth with it too. You gave the cup another whiff, wondering if it wasn’t as bad as you remembered. Your stomach flipped. Nope, it was worse.

You patted your friend’s leg next to you, letting her know you were going to throw your drink away. She gave you a nod and went back to the guy encircling her with his arm. You sighed in relief, glad to be rid of the drink and of the explicit things they were saying not too far from you. You crossed the room, careful to avoid the mass of people centered tightly under the chandelier. It was a sea of bodies, flowing and ebbing, with a mind of its own. Once you found a trash bag, you dropped the cup in without a second thought. What a waste, you thought bitterly. You had agreed to come with your friend to this frat party only so you could forget about the long week you just had. But you knew, truly, it was to erase what had happened just the night prior. Now even alcohol couldn’t even save you, ruined by some creepy guy who probably dropped something in it.

As you turned from the trash, your eyes landed on a guy by the door. As if you had called out to him, his eyes met you in the same moment. You held his gaze for a moment longer. Ah shit, you thought. So much for forgetting about last night. It was Jeno. You had no idea why he was here but what you did know was that you needed to get out of here. A drunk girl circled her arm around his neck, talking loudly in his ear. You broke out of your trance and retreated back to where you friend was sitting.

In the time you left, the sea of bodies had doubled in size. You cursed, knowing the only way to escape Jeno was by going through the mess of people grinding and making out. You braced yourself and pushed your way between two people. The heat immediately overtook you. You couldn’t fathom how people could stand to dance for hours like this. You assumed alcohol was a big factor but you had not one drop in your system.

The image of seeing Jeno again burned a hole in your mind. You pictured that drunk girl all over him. Was she the same girl from last night? Your mind flashed images of a girl sitting on Jeno’s lap, laughing at something Haechan had said. Her hands on his hands as he held her by the waist.

You shook your head, willing it all away. You realized you had stopped moving, letting your reverie completely take over you. The heat from bodies surrounding you was relentless, making your head dizzy. You wanted to escape but you didn’t know which way was which.

“I’m so stupid,” you muttered to yourself. Stupid for thinking cutting through drunk and sweaty people was a good idea. Stupid for coming to this party. Stupid for thinking Jeno could ever be interested in you. Stupid for letting Jeno kiss you last night and then coming back from the bathroom to see him with his hands on some other girl. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

A gentle hand on your arm pulled you out of your own pity party. You looked up and saw Jeno on your side. He moved to stand behind you, shielding you from a frat guy trying to grind with you.

“Move it dude, she’s with me.”

If you hadn’t been already flushed from the crowd, you would have been blushing. Snap out of it, you thought to yourself. This wasn’t real. What he said wasn’t real. Jeno leaned over to meet your eyes.

“You want to get out of here?” he asked, leaning in to speak lowly in your ear over the loud music. You shivered despite being on the verge of over heating. You could only manage a nod. His hands moved to your waist to move you forward. You felt him hesitate for a moment, moving his hand to your shoulders instead. You frowned, reaching up and taking his hands to settle them back on your waist, holding them there. As if spurred by your permission, his fingers dug into your waist deliciously. You sighed, letting him guide you through the group of people. You hated yourself for giving into Jeno so easily but you let yourself enjoy this. It would be all over once you were out of the sea of people anyway. You could let yourself have this one thing.

As you both moved forward, you saw the edge of a the group of again. Relief filled you. You were almost free. As you stepped out between two people into the open floor you took a deep breath. The disappointment of Jeno’s hand leaving your waist was interrupted as he wrapped his left arm around to move you to the kitchen. He went into the fridge and pulled out a plastic water bottle. He opened it, hearing the snap of the seal breaking. You ignored the way his forearms flexed as he twisted the cap of the bottle off.

“Here,” he said, handing it to you. He looked at you with mild concern. You were fully sweating by now, hair stuck to your forehead. You were sure you were completely red in the face. You took the bottle from him and gulped half the bottle down. You didn’t realize how thirsty you were until the water touched your lips. You set the bottle on the counter and dabbed your forehead with the backs of your hands. Jeno watched wordlessly the whole time. You turned your head to finally face him.

“Thank you,” you said.

“Of course,” he nodded, “Are you okay?”

You nodded in return.

“Do you want to go outside?” he asked. His worried eyes were breaking your defenses so easily.

“Yes,” you said. Once the word left your lips his hand took a hold of yours, intertwining your fingers. He gripped your hand tightly, as if he was scared you’d pull away. You followed him to the front door, stepping out in to the night air. It was crisp and fresh as you took in deep breaths. Your body started to cool down immediately. His hand squeezed yours gently.

“We need to talk about what happened last night.”

You closed your eyes. This was it. The final blow. You were thankful for his hands on your waist and the water bottle and the hand intertwined with yours. You realized it was probably his way to lessen the impact of the blow he was about to give you. At least you had those memories to keep to yourself now. And that was fine. All you did was kiss. An alcohol induced make out session. Well, for you, it wasn’t alcohol induced. It more than just a kiss but it was fine. It was all fine.

“Hey, are you sure you’re alright? Do you need more water?” Jeno asked, sounding troubled. You felt his hand cup your cheek, tilting your head up to face him. You opened your eyes and the look he gave you melted your heart. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was biting his lip. You positively swooned. It wasn’t fine. You wanted him. You wanted him to kiss you. Now.

You reached up to snake your arm around the back of his neck and pulled yourself up to him. You felt no resistance as he was already leaning towards you, sliding his lips with yours. You kissed him and tasted no alcohol. Nothing like the bitter kisses you shared last night, only the intoxicating taste of his mouth. His other arm wrapped around you to pull you closer to him. Eventually you broke apart from each other, catching your breaths. Noses still almost touching, still holding each other, still close.

“I like you,” he blurted. “I’m sorry about last night. Haechan thought it would be funny to have his girlfriend sit on my lap while you were gone. They always try to rile me up like that.”

Jeno sighed as he tucked hair behind your ear. “You left too fast, I didn’t get a chance to explain. They were- they were showing me how I should touch you. It was mortifying.”

You stared at him with wide eyes as Jeno looked sheepish. Haechan’s girlfriend. Haechan’s girlfriend. Oh, you were killing Haechan in the morning. You felt so stupid to ever jump to conclusions like that. You buried your head in his chest, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I was just so confused. I didn’t-”

Jeno carded his fingers through your hair soothingly. “It’s okay,” he said. “Just know that I like you. I kissed you half drunk on tequila because I was so nervous to talk to you.”

You laughed lightly into his chest. “You did?”

“Yes,” he said, laughing. You looked up at him, smiling widely.

“I was so nervous I couldn’t drink anything at all,” you replied, softly. You thought back to that night, now with fondness. Jeno leaned down to kiss you once more. You savored it, committing everything to memory.

“I’m glad,” he said. You tilted your head in question. He smiled down at you, his eyes turning to crescent moons. “I would be crushed if you made out with me only because you were drunk.”

You reached up to wrap both your arms around his neck before giving him a quick peck. “I kissed you because I like you, too.”

You leaned back to look at him but he was already chasing your lips. “I like you,” he repeated, “God, I like you so much.”

You gave in and ended his chase, finally meeting his lips in another kiss.