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jaehyun x reader | g: fluff | wc: 998 | cw: none
[8:50PM]
“Oh fuck,” Jaehyun curses when he looks at the date on his phone. Rolling out of bed he immediately scrambles to get ready. It was already 3PM, surely by now you must’ve been mad. Today was yours and Jaehyun’s 6 month anniversary — which he had forgotten. He had been so caught up with work that he completely missed today being your anniversary and all he had was his gift for you. To him, this wasn’t enough. He wanted to plan a whole day with you, filling every hour with something that would keep you on your toes. When he checks his phone again after getting dressed, he sees a message from you and he warily opens it, hoping you aren’t upset.
You [3:22PM]: Yo you wanna go to the art museum next weekend? My work gave me two free tickets to the new exhibition that just opened up downtown.
Huh, you aren’t mad? You were always someone who was straightforward so if you were mad at him for forgetting your anniversary surely you would’ve said something by now. Not sure what to say exactly, he responds to your initial text.
Jaehyun [3:22PM]: I’d love to
Before Jaehyun says anything else, he opens up his phone to search for your favorite restaurant in the middle of the city. Maybe I can still make this up to her. The restaurant was expensive and had many Michelin stars so they were usually super booked but just his luck, when he checked the reservations there was one spot still open for 8:30PM and Jaehyun quickly reserved the spot. Switching back to messages, he sends another text.
Jaehyun [3:25PM]: Hey, I booked dinner reservations for us at Julia’s tonight. I'll pick you up around 5 and we can do a little shopping before dinner
You [3:26PM]: I’m not sure if I can make it Jae :(
You [3:26PM]: I have so many errands to run today and I woke up so late that I haven’t even left the house yet but I can definitely meet you at the restaurant if that’s okay.
Oh my god you totally forgot. Jaehyun’s not sure whether to feel hurt or relieved that you also didn’t remember, but he guesses he has no right to be hurt when he forgot about it too. Jaehyun still wants to spend as much time as possible with you so he offers to pick you up to go run errands to which you agree like you always do.
Running errands together was a thing you and Jaehyun did often as your busy lives didn’t always allow extravagant dates that can take up a whole calendar day. Jaehyun was incredibly patient too. Always willing to sit in clothing stores ready to offer advice and compliments the minute you step out of the dressing room, helping you choose what kind of cereal to get for your pantry, and of course never forgetting to bring you your coffee when he comes and picks you up.
The day goes smoothly as the two of you are driving around the city and getting things done. When you had finally finished all that you need to do, Jaehyun offers to take you dress shopping. You were a little bit suspicious at first when he took you to an expensive dress shop but simply shrugged it off since Jaehyun loved to spoil you spontaneously anyway. You barely spent any time in there anyway because the minute you stepped in, a silver silk mini dress immediately caught your attention and you were fast to try it on. Stepping out of the dressing room, Jaehyun was quick to adorn you with compliments and he happily purchases it for you before you could even usher out a single word. He drops you off at home and leaves to go back to his place to get ready and you do the same. When Jaehyun picks you up again at 8, you are wearing the new dress he bought you and he swears you looked even more beautiful with it on than you did two hours ago.
It wasn’t until you’re sitting in the middle of the dim lit restaurant enjoying your meal that the sudden realization hits you.
“Oh my god.” You breathe out, putting your fork and knife down, face in utter shock.
“What? Are you okay?” Jaehyun immediately asks, hand grabbing yours from across the table.
“I totally forgot about today. I'm so sorry Jae.” You apologize. “Today was our six month anniversary and I completely forgot I can’t believe it slipped my mind.”
“Hey hey hey.” He comforts, “It’s okay.”
“No it’s not. Six month anniversaries are like huge! And I completely forgot about it because I was too engrossed in work. I promise I’ll make it up to you. I'm so, so sorry.”
“Can I be honest with you?” You meet Jaehyun’s brown doe eyes when he speaks. “I completely forgot about today too.”
“You’re kidding.” You laugh. “Oh my god we’re both horrible aren’t we?”
“I was so scared that you were mad at me but when you told me you had to run errands I realized you forgot too and you don’t know how relieved that made me. I’m sorry I forgot though work was also crazy for me, that new promotion is killing me I swear.” Not once does Jaehyun break eye contact with you, continuing to stare at you lovingly while his hand softly encases yours.
“Is this why you bought me that dress and somehow managed to get us a reservation on the same day at a restaurant that is always booked?” You ask.
“Hey I always buy you things.” Jaehyun jokingly gets upset. “It’s like the universe loves me. When I checked the reservations they had one table open for two.”
“I love you.” You say softly to him.
“Happy six month anniversary, love.” Jaehyun gently kisses the back of your hand before letting it go for the two of you to continue enjoying your meal.
a/n: jaehyun would never forget anniversaries </3 pls leave feedback!!
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i’ll post a jaehyun fic tonight it’s abt time we get jae on here
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haechan x reader | g: fluff | wc: 863 | cw: none
[2:08AM]
It was evident that Haechan had a massive crush on you. The junior frat boy had his eyes (and heart too quite frankly) on you since the first day that he walked into your shared economics class. Sitting next to you when the syllabus was being passed back, Haechan was determined to call you his by the end of the year. The catch? You didn’t want to give in so fast.
It’s not like you didn’t like Haechan, all your friends would agree that you reciprocated the same feelings for him, but you enjoy the push and pull that Haechan and you had since the beginning. You like the weird arguments you would have with him — like debating on whether or not cyclops blink or wink, the bickering and “insults'' that always carry such loud barks but never a single bite. It was fun with Haechan.
He wanted to win your heart and the truth is: he already has it — but you’re not letting him get off that easy.
It’s another typical Friday night where Haechan has invited you to one of his frat parties. You’ve made some definitive memories throughout all the parties you’ve attended, but perhaps your favorite will always be the memories made with him. One time, you got so drunk that you couldn’t walk yourself home so Haechan ended up offering you his bed and clothes for the night only for you to wake up and seeing him sleeping on the floor. He’s really into me huh, you thought that morning, watching his sleeping figure on the hardwood, feeling a little bad that he had to sleep on such hard and cold grounds.
You always show up to parties late, part of it was because you were always determined to get your assignments finished before going out but the other part was that you liked keeping Haechan on his toes. You like to keep him wondering every time if you had really accepted his invitation and hoping you would show up — to his heart is relieved every time he sees you walk through those wooden doors. It’s 2AM when you arrive at the frat house.
“Oh thank god you’re here,” You see Jeno run up to you the minute you step into the house. He looks… out of breath? You’re not sure how the captain of the baseball team could be so out of breath but it was clear in his voice that he was worried about something.
“Uh yeah, I’m here.” You say teasingly and he breaks out into a small smile. “Is everything okay?”
“Not really,” Jeno deadpans. “Your lover is on the roof.”
“He’s what now?” Haechan’s on the roof? Why the fuck is he on a roof of a two story house? Making sure you don’t get lost in the sea of people, Jeno grabs your hand and pulls you through the house. You arrive in the backyard and there Haechan was like Jeno said: on the roof, clearly drunk, might fall off any minute, and is definitely talking about you.
“That's the star of our show.” Renjun says to you, pointing up at Haechan. Haechan’s eyes immediately light up the minute he sees you from the roof, he’s far away but those big doe eyes of his are clear as day.
“Y/N!!” He yells from the roof, smiling brightly at you and you feel heat rushing to your face.
“Haechan, what are you doing? Get off the roof I swear to God if you get hurt-” You yell back up at him but before you could finish your sentence he screams back at you.
“I THINK I’M FALLING FOR YOU” He screams so loudly that many people in the backyard halts what they are doing to look at the drunken boy on the roof. His friends who are standing next to you could only laugh at the obvious statement Haechan just made and you find yourself laughing as well. No shit Sherlock, you thought.
“Haechan, get off the roof now!” You scream. You like him a lot but you think you’d like him better if he still had all his bones intact. But of course, Haechan being the dramatic drunk he is, shakes his head at you and gets closer to the edge. This isn’t fun anymore. I’m about to lose it.
“If you don’t call me I’ll jump off the roof!” Haechan says all giggly. It wasn’t easy for Haechan to get your phone number, it took him three months to do so and another two for you to call him first. However, that was a long time ago and you’ve called him first multiple times, but you guess drunk Haechan loses all memory of landmark achievements.
“Please get him off the roof.” Renjun says. Renjun and Haechan’s other frat brothers are starting to get really nervous as he’s swaying and losing balance, the last thing everyone needs is for the golden baseball player to be wheeled out on a stretcher.
“I’ll call you Haechan, NOW GET OFF THE FUCKING ROOF.” You scream one last time as you and Jeno run back into the house and up the second floor to get the brown haired boy off the roof.
a/n: pls leave feedback <3!
inspired by jaden’s falling for you <33
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sunnyjenolvr · 2 years
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alright y’all how do we feel abt a haechan fic soon
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taeyong x reader | g: angst | wc: 1.2k | cw: none
[11:33PM]
“Why can’t you just let me go?” You plead.
You’re standing in the almost furnished living room with Taeyong sitting on the couch across from you, head leaned back trying to think of ways to make you stay. You and Taeyong had been together for 3 years but somewhere down the line things started to fall apart. The spark was gone and you were both living dull lives, an empty shell of what you and him used to be and at some point, you had no longer brought out the best in him and he could no longer make you feel like you could achieve anything — even if he did send texts of encouragement. By the time your third anniversary was approaching, you knew there was nothing left in your relationship so you had broken it off with him.
Taeyong agreed as he also knew that the relationship had reached his end and he wished you all the best. You packed your belongings and moved into a friend’s place for a month before settling in an apartment across the city of your once shared space with the man you used to love. It was simple , you two were now strangers just like the way it began — it was supposed to be simple. But somehow, it ended with Taeyong always finding his way back to your apartment at 2 in the morning drunk off his mind to ask you to move back in with him — to which you always say no but he doesn’t listen anyway. So naturally, you’d end up letting him in, helping him get situated in the guest room, tossing and turning the entire night in your bed thinking of him, and waking up every morning to see Taeyong already gone with the bed made as if he was never there. This had been going on for four months.
This time Taeyong is here sober. The silence is deafening as you hear the clock tick behind you, every second getting closer to midnight. He had been at your place for an hour and you two had been fighting nonstop. A once civil conversation turned into a screaming match and now, defeat — but was it yours or his?
“I just,” Taeyong sighs, lifting his head up to look at you. “I don’t know.”
“I think you do, Taeyong. If you didn’t you wouldn’t be here sober.” You say, stepping closer and finally taking a seat next to him. “Come on, what is it? Why can’t we just be out of each other’s lives for good?”
“Why do you keep letting me back in?” He asks back rather quickly and you’re at a loss for words. To some extent you guess you do care for him, but maybe not in the way you did a year ago. You hate seeing him at his worst and your first instinct was to make him his best self again. You figure the least you could do was take him in and clean him up — like you always did when the two of you were still together
“Because I care for you, Taeyong.” You say simply.
“Just not in the same way I care for you.” He replies. Taeyong knows you won’t take him back. You’re too good for him and it’s clear you know it. Even if you cared for him you would never be able to envision yourself walking down the aisle to meet him at the altar anymore.
“Right.” You admit. “Is that why you can’t let me go?” It was as clear as day that Taeyong was still in love with you. But out of people, he would know to let go of someone for the sake of their own happiness if they had really loved them. Taeyong was never a selfish person.
Taeyong can’t let you go because he hates how he feels without you. He hates how every morning he wakes up and the first thing he sees is the house that was once yours too and is now only occupied by him — with all the memories of you still lingering around. He hates the way his eyes get pricked with tears at hearing you say how you can’t keep taking care of him like this when he shows up drunk at your front doorstep. He hates how he would make breakfast for two out of habit only to realize you’re no longer there to eat it with him— only able to let out a disheartening, empty laugh in the kitchen that you once liked to dance around in. Taeyong hates how you make him feel.
So maybe Taeyong is selfish after all. But someone who was so selfless all their life deserves to be selfish once in a while right?
“I don’t,” Taeyong admits. “I don’t want to be okay without you.” Over the past four months all he can think about is you, how he envisioned you saying you miss him and want him back, hearing the perfect balance between loud and clear. How he can hear your lovely voice inside his head saying you love him. He knows he has to let you go because you’re finally starting to and it’s just selfish of him to hold you back, but he doesn’t know if he can move on with himself if he lets you go.
Silence fills the apartment again, and Taeyong breathes unevenly next to you. At this moment, it is clear that what you two once had is over. This will be the last time Taeyong will be here and he seems to know it too.
“I guess there’s nothing else I can do?” Taeyong follows his eyes up at you as you’re standing, already making your way to the door and his heart twists. I guess one of us moved on well.
“I’m afraid not.” You say softly. He walks to the door and you open it for him, wasting no time to get out as he never took off his shoes or coat, he came and left just as fast. You shut the door behind you and make your way back to the couch, taking the same spot he had sat in earlier.
After all these years, if there’s one thing you had learned about Taeyong, it was that he only realizes something after having already done it — and this was one example. Normally, when Taeyong comes into your home, he’d take off his shoes and outerwear as an indicator that he would be there for a while. But this time, he had come in knowing that he did not belong, that he isn’t supposed to stay; the shoes never left his feet and the jacket never slid off. You hope this is the first sign of him moving on, you hope he will let you go. He has bigger and better things out there for him, and in order to reach those things he has to be okay without you.
a/n: very sad, even i teared up 🥲 pls lmk what you think!
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mark lee x reader | g: fluff | wc: 735 | cw: none
[12:12AM]
Today ended up being a very chill day for you and Mark. Mark finally got a day off and what was supposed to be a fun planned day of exciting events just turned up to be him sleeping in the bed all day with you snuggled up into his arms. You couldn’t really complain either as your work life had been busy as well — you guess sleeping all day was something you could benefit from too.
It was around 6pm when you departed from the bed to get ready to go out with a few of your friends. Mark had let out a very sad whine as he felt the absence of you, begging you to come back to bed and all you could do was laugh, taking a photo of his bed ridden hair all wrapped around in your white sheets before you left.
“Mark?” You called out when you came home, it was 12AM. He was not much of a morning or night person, but you were sure that by now he would be tired of sleeping and be awake by now. Still, you heard nothing. You sigh as you make your way further into the house, opening the door to the bedroom to see Mark still asleep like he was when you left — only in a different position.
“Mark,” You smiled at him as you stand on the side of the bed, hand reaching out to comb his hair and he gave you a dopey smile, loving your touch.
“I sleep too much huh,” He says.
“A little,” You reply, “But it’s okay, you deserved it, you've worked hard these past few months.”
“I’m sorry we couldn’t do anything fun today.” Mark apologizes as he reaches out for your other hand to kiss it, and you reassure him that there’s nothing to be sorry for; that he was more welcome to sleep in your bed anytime he’d like. You’re still standing next to him fully dressed up from going out, hand coming through his hair as one of his arms hold on to your waist, drawing patterns with his thumb. You two stay like that for a while, a moment so small yet intimate that Mark is sure this is going to be a core memory for him.
“Hey, I’m going to go out for a walk.” You abruptly stated.
“What?” Mark questions. In the several minutes of silence you decided to play with him a little bit with a Tik Tok you saw this morning while laying in bed with him.
“Yeah, I still have a lot of energy so I’m going to walk it off.”
“What time is it?”
“Like 12:15” You casually said.
“Okay,” He simply says, removing the comforter and getting up. As he is getting up, you’re quick to guide him back down. “No no no what are you doing?”
“Well who else is going to protect you?” Mark says sleepily, trying to get up again. You laugh at his statement.
“No it’s okay really, go back to bed.” You continue laughing at his continuous repetition of how you needed to be protected. You’re too busy laughing to notice Mark raising both of his legs to wrap around your waist and pull you towards him — resulting in you hitting the bed hard.
“Mark!!” You exclaimed. “Let me go!!” You try to wiggle out of his grasp but he’s way too strong for you to do anything of the sorts.
“Who’s going to protect you now??” Mark questions, he’s now sitting upright looking straight at you as you continue giggling. You try to answer him but no words could come out as you’re too busy laughing and fighting his legs. As his laugh is contagious to you, your laugh is equally contagious to him.
“See? What if someone does this, what are you going to do then??” Mark says between laughs. Mark only laughs harder when you start tickling his torso, making his body jerk and relaxing his legs to let you out of his grasp. You stand up and he scoots further up into the bed to rest his back on the headboard.
“You weren’t really going to go for a walk right?” Mark asks.
“Nope, just saw someone do it to their boyfriend on Tik Tok, that’s all.” You shrug, making your way to the bathroom to take a shower and your boyfriend could only smile to himself at your antics.
a/n: child was released today!! pls support mark’s solo as he’s worked very hard for it and we’re all very proud of him!!
a/n: here is the tik tok i was inspired by lol
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Just wanted to say I really liked your Taeyong fic! I really enjoyed the small details you included (like when you mentioned he never took off his shoes and jacket). Really helps pull on those heartstrings! (In the best way 😭💕)
ahhh thank you!! the jacket and shoe thing came from niki’s song, sugarplum elegy !! it’s one of my fav songs and i think about the jacket line a lot
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taeyong x reader | g: angst | wc: 1.2k | cw: none
[11:33PM]
“Why can’t you just let me go?” You plead.
You’re standing in the almost furnished living room with Taeyong sitting on the couch across from you, head leaned back trying to think of ways to make you stay. You and Taeyong had been together for 3 years but somewhere down the line things started to fall apart. The spark was gone and you were both living dull lives, an empty shell of what you and him used to be. At some point, you had no longer brought out the best in him and he could no longer make you feel like you could achieve anything — even if he did send texts of encouragement before any kind of event.
By the time your third anniversary was approaching, you knew there was nothing left in your relationship. So, you decided to do the one thing you swore you would never do — you broke up with him.
It was surprisingly easy. Taeyong agreed as he also felt that the relationship had reached his end and he wished you all the best. You packed your belongings and moved into a friend’s place for a month before settling in an apartment across the city of your once shared space with the man you used to love. It was simple , you two were now strangers just like the way it began — it was supposed to be simple. But somehow, it ended with Taeyong always finding his way back to your apartment at 2 in the morning drunk off his mind to ask you to move back in with him — to which you always say no but he doesn’t listen anyway. So naturally, you’d end up letting him in, helping him get situated in the guest room, tossing and turning the entire night in your bed thinking of him, and waking up every morning to see Taeyong already gone with the bed made as if he was never there. This had been going on for four months.
This time Taeyong is here sober. The silence is deafening as you hear the clock tick behind you, every second getting closer to midnight. He had been at your place for an hour and you two had been fighting nonstop. A once civil conversation turned into a screaming match and now, defeat — but was it yours or his?
“I just,” Taeyong sighs, lifting his head up to look at you. “I don’t know.”
“I think you do, Taeyong. If you didn’t you wouldn’t be here sober.” You say, stepping closer and finally taking a seat next to him. “Come on, what is it? Why can’t we just be out of each other’s lives for good?”
“Why do you keep letting me back in?” He asks back rather quickly and you’re at a loss for words. To some extent you guess you do care for him, but maybe not in the way you did a year ago. You hate seeing him at his worst and your first instinct was to make him his best self again. You figure the least you could do was take him in and clean him up — like you always did when the two of you were still together.
“Because I care for you, Taeyong.” You say simply.
“Just not in the same way I care for you.” He replies. Taeyong knows you won’t take him back. You’re too good for him and it’s clear you know it. Even if you cared for him you would never be able to envision yourself walking down the aisle to meet him at the altar anymore.
“Right.” You admit. “Is that why you can’t let me go?” It was as clear as day that Taeyong was still in love with you. But out of people, he would know to let go of someone for the sake of their own happiness if they had really loved them. Taeyong was never a selfish person.
Taeyong can’t let you go because he hates how he feels without you. He hates how every morning he wakes up and the first thing he sees is the house that was once yours too and is now only occupied by him — with all the memories of you still lingering around. He hates the way his eyes get pricked with tears at hearing you say how you can’t keep taking care of him like this when he shows up drunk at your front doorstep. He hates how he would make breakfast for two out of habit only to realize you’re no longer there to eat it with him— only able to let out a disheartening, empty laugh in the kitchen that you once liked to dance around in. Taeyong hates how you make him feel.
So maybe Taeyong is selfish after all. But someone who was so selfless all their life deserves to be selfish once in a while right?
“I don’t,” Taeyong admits. “I don’t want to be okay without you.” Over the past four months all he can think about is you, how he envisioned you saying you miss him and want him back, hearing the perfect balance between loud and clear. How he can hear your lovely voice inside his head saying you love him. He knows he has to let you go because you’re finally starting to and it’s just selfish of him to hold you back, but he doesn’t know if he can move on with himself if he lets you go.
Silence fills the apartment again, and Taeyong breathes unevenly next to you. At this moment, it is clear that what you two once had is over. This will be the last time Taeyong will be here and he seems to know it too.
“I guess there’s nothing else I can do?” Taeyong follows his eyes up at you as you’re standing, already making your way to the door and his heart twists. I guess one of us moved on well.
“I’m afraid not.” You say softly. He walks to the door and you open it for him, wasting no time to get out as he never took off his shoes or coat, he came and left just as fast. You shut the door behind you and make your way back to the couch, taking the same spot he had sat in earlier.
After all these years, if there’s one thing you had learned about Taeyong, it was that he only realizes something after having already done it — and this was one example. Normally, when Taeyong comes into your home, he’d take off his shoes and outerwear as an indicator that he would be there for a while. But this time, he had come in knowing that he did not belong, that he isn’t supposed to stay; the shoes never left his feet and the jacket never slid off. You hope this is the first sign of him moving on, you hope he will let you go. He has bigger and better things out there for him, and in order to reach those things he has to be okay without you.
a/n: very sad, even i teared up 🥲 pls lmk what you think!
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sunnyjenolvr · 2 years
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ok guys either taeyong fic or yuta fic tonight one is angst and the other one is fluff we will see how i feel asf
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can somebody pls help me idk how to add asks into my bio 😩😩
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jeno x reader | g: fluff! | wc: 632 | cw: none~
[10:05PM]
You never knew the reason why Jeno always had two neatly folded sweatshirts in the backseat of his car — one navy and the other beige. If there was only one, you could assume that it was in case he got cold and he needed something to throw over — but two? Especially if he was constantly wearing sweatshirts anyway during the fall? It never made sense. You’ve been meaning to ask him about it, but the “problem” was so small it had always slipped your mind.
You're in Jeno’s car again, heading to a lookout spot that according to Jeno gives the best overlook view of the city to wrap up your date.
“We’re here,” Jeno announces, putting his car into park and you eagerly step out. However, when you step out of the car, the cold starts to bite and you immediately shiver. You didn’t want to look at the view from inside the car and although it would be nice since the heater will be on, admiring the view from outside with Jeno right by your side would be far better. Jeno meets you at the front of the car and the two of you hike yourselves up to sit on top of the hood of his car. The metal makes your legs feel cold through the fabric of your jeans and you instinctively scoot closer to Jeno. When he notices you scooting closer, he immediately opens up his arm to welcome you in and the warmth makes you stop shivering.
The two of you sat in a soothing silence, in absolute awe at the amazing view that you had no clue your city was even capable of. Sadly, the warmth produced by Jeno could only last for so long as you find yourself shivering once again after several minutes.
“You want to head out?” Jeno asks and you immediately shake your head no.
“The view’s too pretty. I want to stay longer.” You frown.
“But you’re literally freezing, I can feel how cold you are through my sweatshirt.” He laughs.
“Then give me yours?” You challenge him. He knows you well enough that you would never actually make him give you his sweatshirt, but it was fun to poke at him nonetheless.
“Hell no.” Jeno retaliates. Suddenly he sits up straight — like he had some lightbulb of a moment. “Wait actually,” He hops off of the car and makes his way to the backseat, opening up to grab the navy sweatshirt that has made itself a resident in his black car.
“Here you go,” Jeno hands you a sweatshirt, giving you his signature eye smile that you swear could warm you right up even if it was 40 degrees outside. You put the sweatshirt on and the question that was always on your mind when you are in the car with him finally pops back up into your head.
“So why do you always keep two sweatshirts in the back of your car?” You ask as you’re putting on the beige sweatshirt, and he points his finger at you. Still not understanding, you raise an eyebrow at him and he could only shake his head.
“I always keep an extra sweatshirt for you.” Jeno says. “I kept one at first for you but then realized two would be better in case I get cold too.” Your mouth forms a small ‘o’ shape, in disbelief at yourself for not coming to that conclusion earlier.
“I’m gonna be real with you,” you confess, “I genuinely never thought of that, I just thought you forgot to take them out of your car or something.”
“It came in handy though didn’t it?” Jeno lets out his award-winning eye smile and pulls you in closer to him, leaving a soft kiss on the crown of your head.
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sunnyjenolvr · 2 years
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i lied jeno fic tonight i love this one a lot
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sunnyjenolvr · 2 years
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can i interest y’all in a jaehyun fic sometime later this week or the next 🤩🤩
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sunnyjenolvr · 2 years
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running this account makes me feel like i’m living a double life
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omg i haven’t even had this blog for a month yet and one of my works got featured my heart is so full??? 🥺🥺
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[M] — Mature|[F] — Fluff|[A] — Angst
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[11:55am] no word count — [F, A] @hvae
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[6:37pm] no word count — [F] @hvae
[1:08am] 1.7k — [A, M] @sunnyjenolvr
[2:27am] 2.3k — [M] In which a normal sleepover with your best friend takes a big turn once he wakes you up. @kookskiii
[10:29pm] 3.7k — [M] jaemin never expected to sleep with you again, but then you share a hotel room together. @kookskiii
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ANGEL. 2.5k — [M]. @daintyj4em
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TEASE. 938 — [M]. @daintyj4em
PRANKS. 1.1K — [F]. @jenonctcity
PET PLAY. 1.3K — [M]. @raibebe
SAFE SPACE. 2K — [F]. @bl--ankhaeji
DACRYPHILIA. 530 — [M]. @raibebe
AGORAPHILIA. 790 — [M]. @jaesqueso
SOMNOPHILIA. 226 [M]. @ghxsty-writer
PARTY FAVORS. 2.2k — [M]. @fadedncity
PLEASE, NANA?. 2.2k — [M]. @earth-to-that-asian
BABY, IT’S COLD. 0.8K — [M]. @hellojaemin
MASTURBATION. 1k — [M]. @raibebe
THE NEXT ROUND. 1K — [M]. @jenonctcity
SUGAR DADDY!JAEMIN. no word count — [M]. @baejso
AFTER MIDNIGHT(+jeno). 2.3K — [F, M] @raibebe
DOUBLE PENETRATION IN ONE HOLE (+jeno). 1.2k — [M]. @raibebe
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BEST FRIEND. 4.6k — [M]. “Yea?” He crooks a brow through the mirror eyeing over your body laid on his bed. “If you want to fuck, just say that.” Rolling yours eyes you continue tapping your phone screen searching through tags for your new favorite genre of fan-fiction. Jaemin halts his actions stepping over to stand between your legs hung off to the side. Large hands groping around your thighs. “You know I want to.”. Continuing to ignore him, your eyes scan over a summary catching your interests. ‘Your alpha best friend goes into unexpected rut unable to control his urges after catching a whiff of your aroused scent.’. @neopuppy
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MINE. 1.1K — [M]. Jaemin isn’t one to get jealous easily. Or, at least express it openly. But there’s only so much one can hold back before it just erupts. @inactive439
NINTENDHOE. 4.3k — [M]. You didn’t know your best friend was your favorite camboy, and you’ve been having VERY explicit conversations with him. @yunoysl
CHERRY GIRL. 16.7k — [F, A, M]. virginity is a social construct, so it’s not like na jaemin had to know you were a pure, untouched maiden. okay, so maybe you should’ve told him that before he was knuckles-deep inside you. or, in which progressing from best friends to best friends with benefits is hard, especially when you both have feelings for each other. @tyonfs
WHAT SHE DOESN’T KNOW. 5.5k — [M]. The memory of your mother fucking a strange man in the same bed she had been sharing with your father is still fresh in your mind. disappointed and angry, you'll do whatever it takes to make her feel the hurt she caused you and your father. what better way to do that than to toy around with her new boyfriend, the young and striking na jaemin. @sweetlemontart
LET'S PLAY A LITTLE GAME. 6.3k — [F, A, M]. As a journalist, you’re always driving for a juicy article. When a new girl entered your company, she started to take your place. Heated by that, you became an intern at a successful company run by a younger CEO. Jaemin, a young and hot CEO, built his empire in started with Cologne. His company became one of the largest cologne companies in the world. When you became his intern, something drew him closer to you. He didn’t know what your intentions were, but he knew he wanted you. @sprinklesofktrash
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sunnyjenolvr · 2 years
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the johnny scenario of the sunflower its really cute!!!
aaaaa thank you !! i dreamt abt it ☹️☹️
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sunnyjenolvr · 2 years
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johnny suh x reader | g: fluff | wc: 687 | cw: none!
[11:24AM]
“Johnny?” You call out into the empty living room. His shoes were on the shoe rack and his keys were still on the side table so he’s home, but he’s nowhere to be heard.
“Johnny? You home?” You call out a little louder, stepping further into his apartment
“Just finished showering!” He shouts back. “Coming out now!”
When Johnny steps out of the shower and opens the bedroom door, he is met with you standing in the middle of his living room — holding a giant sunflower in your hand.
“Where the hell did you get a giant sunflower?”
The scene is weird. You and Johnny are standing in the middle of a small hallway that connects his living room to the bedroom. You’re holding a giant sunflower by its stem while he’s half naked with only a towel wrapping his lower half; looking back and forth between your eyes and the sunflower — not to mention there is water dripping from his hair everywhere.
“Dude, you’re dripping.” You comment, not answering his question.
“You want me to take off the towel and flash you right here just to dry my hair?” He quickly retorts back.
“I- Oh god no!” Johnny laughs at your flusteredness.
You and Johnny weren’t sure what you were. When you first met through a mutual friend, there was a clear and obvious attraction between the both of you but no one ever said anything. Throughout the course of months, you two often got coffee together, texted each other asking for advice, and sometimes even went shopping together. However, those weren’t dates — no of course not, but you can’t deny the way he would steal glances of you during those times and you doing the same.
“How’d you get into my apartment?” Johnny asks, walking back into the bedroom. You follow him into the bedroom and sit on the edge of his bed while he heads for the closet.
“You randomly gave me your code like two days ago, silly.” You laugh, thinking back to when Johnny gave you his apartment code “in case of emergencies.”
“Yeah, in case of emergencies.” He steps out of the closet dressed in sweatpants and a white tee. “This doesn’t seem like one.”
“Me holding a giant sunflower isn’t a big emergency to you?” You joke.
“Why do you have one anyway??”
“I-” You stutter. “I don’t know. I was walking out of the comp sci building and you know how there’s this giant field like down the road?” He hums, following your story. “Yeah, so I was walking and I just saw the sunflower. It was just — there.”
“There?” He sits next to you, so close that you can smell his body wash.
“Yeah, it was so big and it just stuck out like a sore thumb because it was the only flower in that big field of nothing and it just reminded me of you.” You look down at the small sunflower etched on his arm — the first tattoo he had ever gotten at the age of 18. “Next thing I know, I’m driving to your apartment and now I’m here.”
Johnny takes the sunflower from your grip and he touches the petals softly, admiring it while you admire him. All of a sudden he stands up.
“Where are you going?” You ask.
“To put this in a vase so it won’t die obviously.” He scoffs. You two head out to the kitchen where he fills up a skinny vase with some water before dropping the sunflower in delicately.
“I don’t think it’s going to stay alive like this.” You say.
“At least it can stand.” He shrugs. The two of you step back to admire the giant sunflower in the middle of his round dining room table. “Hey,” Johnny starts, turning around to look at you, his voice much quieter.
“Yeah?” You reply softly, turning to your side and titling up to meet his brown eyes.
“Thanks for thinking of me.” Johnny says shyly, smiling like a schoolgirl in love, pink starting to shade the apple of his cheeks.
“Y- yeah, of course.”
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