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minniejo-fics · 2 years

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Hi! I don't know if you're taking requests for this acc but I love your non sickfic fics too!! I was wondering if you can do one with Treasure comforting Asahi (who is having a panic attack) when he faces with his phobia or something? Say, clowns at a haunted house or storms or something else? Thank u!!

Here it is, Hope you enjoy

tw: panic attack

Too High

The members of Treasure had been at Lotte World filming for their variety show. The activities planned for the morning weren’t too bad, in fact it was mostly just attempting to play the games in the theme park. The group had a lot of fun filming themselves playing around the theme park. While the group broke for lunch, it was revealed that they were going to spend the afternoon at Lotte Tower crossing the ever famous Sky Bridge.

Asahi tensed a little when he heard this. He really didn’t want to do this but his members didn’t know about his severe acrophobia. When working out room arrangements, he had been too embarrassed to tell his members that he couldn’t sleep on a top bunk bed and had been relieved that he had won the rock, paper, scissors game with his roommate over getting to pick first bunk. Asahi got up from where he was sitting and moved over to where Haruto was sitting.

“Haru, what do you think about going across the sky bridge?” Asahi tried to ask as nonchalantly as possible. Haruto’s face brightened as he showed Asahi his phone. “I’m super excited about it. It’s going to be such an adrenaline rush. Did you know that the bridge is 541 meters above ground (roughly 1,775ft for my fellow imperial system users).” Asahi could have sworn he felt all the blood drain from his face when he heard exactly how high up the bridge is, but Haruto didn’t seem to notice anything amiss. Asahi managed to quickly change the topic so they wouldn’t be talking about how high up they were going to be, and he did his best to convince himself that it wouldn’t be too bad.

Once lunch ended the group was given an hour to mosey about the theme park before they had to go to the tower. Asahi was unable to enjoy himself anymore, as the anxiety of having to be so high up was seriously beginning to get to him. Asahi found himself walking alongside Junghwan.

“Hyung, you seem a bit off. Are you okay?” Asahi sighed at the maknae’s question. “I’m honestly a little bit nervous about the bridge.” He admitted, although he still didn’t reveal the degree to which it was actually terrifying him.

“I’m also nervous about it, but in an excited way. And it’s perfectly safe. We're going to be wearing harnesses and everything. It’s going to be fun.” The duo continued to talk about random things until it was time to go to the tower.

Asahi was really beginning to wish he had backed out earlier, but now that he was wearing the safety harness and they were all climbing the last of the stairs to get to the bridge, he felt it was too late to do so. The terrified Japanese member started silently muttering “I think I can.” to himself in hopes of cutting through the slowly increasing sensation of pure dread that was building in the pit of his stomach.

The group drew straws to decide the order in which they were going. Fortunately or unfortunately, Asahi was going somewhere in the middle. Asahi watched as Junghwan, Haruto, Yoshi, Yedam, and Doyoung went. After Junkyu went, it was finally Asahi’s turn. He found himself breathing a bit deeper and on the verge of tears as his harness was attached the the steel cable that ran the length of the bridge

Asahi breathed a stuttering breath as placed on foot on the bridge. He sighed a bit as he once again told himself that he could do it and nothing would happen. He did his best to look straight ahead, but peripheral vision can be a bitch. He got about a quarter of the way across before he unintentionally glanced down. Upon seeing how high up he was he immediately froze and started panicking.

The six members that were still waiting to cross the bridge saw Asahi stop and didn't think anything of it until they saw Junghwan get hooked back up to the cable.

"Junghwan what's wrong?!" Hyunsuk asked as loudly as he could. However he was too far away for Junghwan to hear him. Hyunsuk and the others began worriedly talking amongst themselves about what could be wrong. Both Hyunsuk and Jihoon tried calling out to Asahi to figure out what happened, but the Japanese member wasn't responding. All they could do was watch as the maknaes came back across the bridge.

Junghwan was excitedly chatting with the other five members who had already crossed the bridge. They were also watching as Asahi began crossing. The group watched as he stopped not even halfway. At first Junghwan thought that his Hyung was just taking in the view. However when Asahi continued to stand there barely moving, the maknaes remembered their conversation from earlier.

"Shit." Junghwan said, loud enough to be heard by the other five as he moved to reattach his harness to the cables above the bridge. The other five were going to scold him for swearing but we're too busy trying to figure out what he was doing.

Junghwan made his way over to Asahi as quickly and safely as he could. His heart broke a little at seeing his hyung up close. Asahi was silently crying and saying something that was clearly Japanese. He couldn't quite understand what all was being said, but he kept hearing the word no.

"Hyung, I need you to slowly walk backwards so we can get off the bridge." Junghwan said, but Asahi wasn't responding. The maknaes evaluated his options before removing a red bandana that he'd been wearing. Before he did anything else he waved it in the air while shouting for Mashiho to cross now.

The members on either side of the bridge were getting increasingly more concerned about what was happening. Especially when Junghwan started waving what appeared to be a distress signal of some sort. Fortunately, Mashiho heard his name being called and he got himself on the bridge as quickly as he could.

Mashiho got to the duo on the bridge. “Junghwan, what’s wrong?” He asked, seeing as Asahi had so far been unresponsive. “Hyung, I think Asahi is afraid of heights and he’s currently freaking out.” Junghwan said as another sob ripped its way out of Asahi. The frightened Japanese member started muttering in Japanese again as well.

“I’m also not entirely sure what he’s saying. Maybe you can translate and also try to get through to him that we’re going to walk him off the bridge.” Mashiho nodded as he listened to the distressed member in between sobs.

“He’s saying, ‘No, I can’t do this. I want to get down.’ then he’s just repeating it over again.” Mashiho then tried speaking to the slightly younger member.

“Asahi, Junghwan and I are going to lead you off the bridge okay?” Asahi seemed to respond at least a little bit to Mashiho, but was still muttering in a panicked manner. Mashiho told Junghwan to help him slowly walk Asahi to the side they had started on. Upon taking the first steps, Asahi clung to Junghwan for dear life and he started screaming. Junghwan and Mashiho both flinched a bit at the loudness, but ignored it in favor of getting the distressed member to safety.

Both Jihoon and Hyunsuk were waiting to help get the trio off the bridge. Jeongwoo and Jaehyuk were both watching as Asahi practically crumpled to the floor as soon as he was firmly off the bridge.

“Hyungs, we need to get him down to the ground floor and maybe outside. He’s not going to fully calm down until he’s no longer high up.” Junghwan told them as he and Mashiho tried to keep Asahi standing. The other members on the platform nodded and all moved in tandem to help carry the still very distressed member out of the building. The five members on the other side of the bridge watched as the seven made their way to the stairs. They followed suit and made their way down as well to meet up with the others and find out exactly what had happened.

The five members that had already crossed the bridge got down to the ground floor first. They looked on concerned as the other seven members came down the stairs. For the first time they could hear the panicked sobs coming from Asahi.

“Is Asahi okay? He sounds like he somehow got injured.” Said Junkyu. Jaehyuk shook his head. “I’m not clear on the specifics, but Asahi is apparently afraid of heights and he panicked.” They watched in sympathy as Mashiho and Junghwan continued to calm him.

It took several minutes before Asahi’s sobs began to soften and quiet down. At some point Haruto had run off and gotten some water and snacks to give the distressed member when he was calm enough. Asahi gladly accepted the offered items and sniffled a few more times before wiping his sleeve against his nose as he fully calmed down.

After Asahi had calmed down, the group decided to call it a day and head back to the dorm. Asahi didn't protest, as he was completely wiped from the earlier panic attack. He had also fallen asleep on Hyunsuk's shoulder shortly after getting into the van. Yoshi and Doyoung helped carry the sleeping member into the dorm and set him on the couch. Haruto placed a throw blanket over him before going to his room to get changed.

The members quietly gathered in the living room and turned the tv on with the volume off and subtitles on while they waited for Asahi to wake up. There were definitely some things the group needed to talk about.

It had been decided while Asahi was sleeping that they were going to eat before they had the conversation after they had all eaten dinner. Jaehyuk had got up to start making dinner for the group. Jihoon got up to help out. Just as the duo finished making dinner, Asahi began to stir. No one really felt like setting the table, so it had been decided that they were just going to eat in the living room.

Jihoon and Jaehyuk brought out the food and Hyunsuk went to grab plates and the chopsticks. The meal was largely silent aside from the sounds of the members eating. At some point one of the members had unmuted the tv, so that there was noise in the background.

“I’m sorry.” Asahi said, breaking the silence of the meal and causing all attention to turn to him. “Okay, but what exactly are you sorry for?” Jeongwoo asked.

“I have a really bad fear of heights and instead of saying something I went on the bridge anyway. I knew I was likely going to freeze up like that, but I still went on the bridge and ruined the filming.” Asahi sniffled

“Asahi, it’s not like anyone can control what they’re afraid of. Heck, I have an irrational fear of ice cubes and I have no idea why.” Yedam said. “Although out of sheer curiosity, why didn’t you tell us about your fear? It’s one of the most common fears out there.” “It’s embarrassing how bad my fear is. It started developing around nine years old and I was just uncomfortable climbing trees and whatnot. Then in middle school, while on a school field trip, some friends and I were playing a card game on an empty top bunk bed. I had no trouble getting on the bed, but when it was time to get down I completely freaked out. I couldn’t move and I started crying. One of my friends had to make a makeshift staircase using our suitcases and other furniture in the room.” All of the members made noises in sympathy as that is a bit of an embarrassing story connected to a fear.

“Now that we know that you’re afraid of heights, we can make sure that you don’t have to deal with it as much as possible. Now, aside from Asahi’s fear of heights and Yedam’s fear of ice cubes, are there any fears that anybody has that they haven’t previously shared with the group?” Hyunsuk asked

This caused a discussion amongst the group where each member shared fears they had from common fears like spiders and other insects to really obscure fears like belly buttons. Upon hearing that all of his members were afraid of something, and some of them were truly bizarre, Asahi was feeling much less embarrassed about his fear of heights.

#treasure #panic attack

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jenoptimist · 3 years

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request:

Can you maybe write something with Jeno? 🥺🦋

✮ Pairing: jeno x reader (gender neutral)

✮ Genre: fantasy (magic) | fluff | royalty!au

✮ Additional info: temporary memory loss

✮ Word count: 5.4k

♡ Yakult says: [yakult stop including magic in your fics challenge] = ❌FAILED❌ like ?? why is that my default setting 💀💀💀 bUt anyways hope u enjoy this fic !! thanks for requesting ☺️💙

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When Donghyuck burst through the door, all but sprinting towards Mark, you remained unphased as it was nothing out of the ordinary. It was a habit of his, one that was usually accompanied by the two of them greeting each other with that complicated handshake of theirs. You paid no mind as the sound of their hands slapping against one another echoed throughout the room, continuing to scribble your input here and there on the document that needed to be completed by tomorrow evening. The lack of exciting chatter was odd but overall unconcerning so you kept your head down and kept working, leaving the two of them to whisper to themselves.

“Dude you lost him?!” Mark exclaimed suddenly, the harsh sound of his chair being scraped back accompanying his loud voice. That had you dropping your pen as you raised your head, interested in the conversation that was beginning to unfold in front of you. Donghyuck was assigned to guard the prince for the day so to hear that he lost him didn’t bode well to say the least.

The royal guard winced as he sucked a breath through his teeth. “That makes the situation sound completely terrible! It’s not that I lost him,” he paused for a second, head slightly tilted to the side as he scratched at his red hair, “he just, y’know, disappeared from my line of sight?”

“Disappeared from– Dude!”

“I know! I’m sorry! Oh my gosh what do you think they’re going to do to me? If they fire me nobody is going to want to hire me ever again! I’m doomed!” Donghyuck spoke rapidly, pacing back and forth. “What am I going to do?”

“Look for him?” You suggested unhelpfully from where you sat, dropping your pen on the table so that you could lean on the back of your chair and cross your arms against your chest. Donghyuck stopped in his tracks in favor of shooting you a deadpan look, clearly unamused by the way his eyebrows were raised slightly. Mark shook his head encasing his forehead in his fingers.

“Oh wow y/n you’re a genius! Why didn’t I think of that? No wait, I did.” Donghyuck snarked, still staring at you unamusedly. “Of course I looked! I checked the library, his reading nook and even the kitchens! Jaemin was definitely suspicious of me and I had to come up with some lame excuse as to why the prince wasn’t glued to my side.” With that, he dropped onto the chair that Mark previously occupied and groaned loudly, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Doyoung is going to kill me!” An exaggeration that statement might have been but everyone in the castle knew that Prince Jeno was the falconer’s favorite—regardless of the fact that he was a royal. Doyoung definitely would be both incredibly concerned and furious at the knowledge that the prince was missing.

Empathising with the panic he felt, you capped your pen and stood up. “We have no choice but to keep looking, c’mon it’ll be quicker with the three of us.” Donghyuck’s head snapped towards you, his eyes practically gleaming with hope and adoration, while Mark remained silent as stared at the ground in contemplation.

“I don’t think we’ll need to look that hard,” Mark said finally, after a couple of more minutes wearing a hole into the hardwood floor with that stare of his. “Have you tried asking Renjun and Chenle for special help?”

The practice of magic wasn’t abolished in this kingdom unlike in others however usage of it wasn’t actively encouraged, either. It was a safe space of sorts, so long as you retrieved a license that could only be granted by the monarchy. A magic license would only be given when an oath promising not to use magic for evil was recited. Renjun and Chenle were two of the best magic users around so Mark’s suggestion would surely bring the search for the prince to a speedy end.

“No, I thought I wouldn’t have to resort to it.” Donghyuck answered truthfully, gnawing at his already swollen bottom lip. Mark hummed in reply, as if he had already uncovered the answer but needed it to be confirmed.

“Alright then,” you said as you shrugged on your long, nude trench coat. “Let’s go visit them.”

Renjun and Chenle resided furthest from the castle, in between where the border of the kingdom met the forest. They lived in a stone cottage that had a cute little pond with koi fish at the front and a neat garden of various flowers and herbs on the side. You made a game of hopping on every other stepping stone that lead up to their house in a zigzag pattern while Mark and Donghyuck followed closely behind you, not even an arm’s length away.

The door opened before one of you could even knock. Chenle’s knowing smile greeted you, backing up to allow the three of you to enter. The four of you traded pleasantries as Chenle lead you to to the furthest room past the living room and kitchen. Renjun was already there, reading a book as he leaned on the wall where the window was allowing warm sunlight into the room. There were shelves that had jars containing several liquids of various colors—some even had objects and/or plants in them. In the centre of the room, there was heap of items on an uneven oak table in the middle of the room. How the objects didn’t fall off of the table was a mystery but you have never been one to question the way of the witches.

“How did you know we were coming to see you?” asked Donghyuck, who apparently didn’t share the sentiment as you. Renjun placed his book on the shelf so that he could help Chenle arrange the map, crystals and candle neatly on the table in a position that you were sure meant something significant.

“A witch never reveals their secret.” Chenle replied, glancing back to show a smile full of serenity. You exchanged looks with Donghyuck and Mark, shrugging at them before returning your gaze ahead of you.

“We need something of the prince,” Renjun said once he was satisfied with the placements of the crystals. He turned to face the three of you expectantly while Chenle moved the candle left and right, trying to centre it as he hummed a low tune to himself. The three of you must have made faces of despair or something similar because Renjun quickly added, “it doesn’t need to be his, exactly. It can be something that he gave you.”

Donghuck and Mark checked every single one of their pockets and then turned to you when they came up with nothing. The dainty silver chain around your neck felt as if it were extremely heavy at that moment, especially the ring that hung from it that laid warmly on your chest. It was a gift from Jeno on your birthday last year - he gave you the box with a shy smile, shifting from foot to foot as you opened it - and while you deeply treasured it, you treasured the man who gave it to you even more. With that in mind, your arms reached up to unclasp the necklace and held it tightly when you successfully removed it.

“I’ll get it back, right?” The hesitance in your voice was unwelcome but you had to be sure—what if they were going to burn it into ash using the candle? It wouldn’t be a point of concern had it been any other situation because you knew that the ring and chain were forged of precious material, but they had magic.

Renjun nodded, the corner his mouth quirked into a smile as if he could read your thoughts. You could feel the intense stares of your friends burning into the side of your head but you refused to look their way. Instead you focused on Renjun and Chenle in front of you, who made quick work of completing the necessary spell. When your necklace hovered on a certain area of the map, it was obvious that Jeno’s location was found. Chenle marked it by placing one of the crystals that was used to hold down the corners of the map which allowed Renjun to return your necklace. You immediately clasped it around your neck and hid it underneath your top.

“Thank you for your help.” Mark smiled after Jeno’s location was ingrained inside of your minds. He then fished through his pockets and handed them some money, quickly dropping it onto the table when the pair refused. At your side, Donghyuck was practically vibrating with the need to leave. You shared the feeling. Who knew how long the prince would be in that section of the forest for?

“That ring,” Donghyuck started once the three of you had started briskly making your way to the opposite direction of Chenle and Renjun’s cottage. There was a fusion of amusement and teasing in his tone and you already knew that you wouldn’t like where he was going to lead the conversation. “When did he give it to you? Did he finally get his act together propose?”

You and Mark answered at the same time.

“It was a birthday gift.”

“Get his act together? Dude, they aren’t even dating yet.”

You looked at Mark incredulously. ‘Yet?’ You wanted to ask but Donghyuck beat you to it, piping up before you could utter the word. “But you want him to propose, don’t you y/n?” He said it with a playful grin aimed at you and then laughed as he swooped around you, successfully dodging your attempt to shove him.

“Why would I date him?” You muttered as you pursed your lips, jamming your hands into the pockets of your trench coat. “Me and him,” you trailed off, frowning at the ground, “we aren’t like that.” You weren’t. Although being married to Jeno and spending the rest of your lives together wouldn’t necessarily be the end of the world in your book. There was no harm in dreaming, though.

“We aren’t like that.” Donghyuck mimicked, his voice annoyingly high pitched. Mark snorted. “Right, okay. Let’s pretend both of us believe you.”

You remained silent for a moment as you thought of the private, saccharine smiles that you and Jeno shared when the two of you were on opposite ends of a room, of how you could always spot him among a sea of people without fail, of how the two of you gravited towards each other and lastly, you thought of how he made your heart race and how you desperately hoped that you had the same effect on him, too.

“Alright, so maybe we are like that.” You admitted in defeat, your shoulders lifting to touch your ear lobes. “But–” You stopped yourself, tilting your head when you heard a gruff voice ahead of you which was loud enough to reach your current position.

“Keep searching. He’s gotta have more than that.”

The voice made your gut churn horribly. Without even the slightest bit of hesitation, you were running towards the direction of the voice. Selfish as it was, you hoped that he wasn’t speaking to Jeno. Of course your hope had been for nothing because when you approached them, Jeno was trapped by a woman holding both of his arms behind him while the man stood in front. Jeno looked physically unharmed, the clothes that he used when he wanted to pretend to be an ordinary person soiled with mud and rips. The woman noticed you immediately and jutted her chin in your direction. The man turned and folded his arms across his chest as his hard gaze landed on you. You were not going to be intimidated by his bulging muscles and towering height. You weren’t. Not when Jeno, your dearest friend and prince of the kingdom, was in danger.

You stood taller, arched a brow and mirrored his position. “Just what do you think you’re doing to my husband?”

And wait what. You didn’t know what you would have said but it certainly wasn’t that. By some miracle they didn’t notice your stance shift once the statement left your lips. Instead the man very pointedly stared at your left finger, where there was an obvious lack of a wedding ring. You sighed internally, the words were already said so you might as well go along with it. For the second time that day, you showed your necklace. You didn’t unclasp it, just untucked it from your top and showed them as proof.

“He isn’t wearing his ring.” The woman noted observantly, tightening her grip on Jeno clear by the way he groaned and clenched his jaw. You met his eyes as your brain scrambled for a logical answer. He shook his head at you, urgency written in his eyes, as if that would make you turn and leave.

“He’s a blacksmith.” Mark’s voice rang out, saving you from potentially making the situation worse than it already was. He used that authorative tone of his, the one that he rarely used, and you were completely thankful for how confident he sounded when he said the lie.

Donghyuck marched toward the man. “Leave our friend be and you can have that.” He gestured a hand to Mark who, without a doubt, probably had money or something considered valuable in his grasp.

Your gaze slid from Donghyuck to Jeno, whose eyes were focused on your firm. “You’ll be okay, I swear.” You mouthed. Despite his uncomfortable position, he managed a minute nod and a hint of a smile.

The was a tense energy as the woman and Mark stepped forward, her accomplice and Donghyuck eyes set on each other’s companions. You kept your gaze soley on Jeno, prepared to intervene if necessary—three, possibly four, against two would be feasible, there is power in numbers after all. When the exchange was over, the two fled which left Jeno stumbling onto the ground when the hold on him was released. You moved instinctively, approaching the prince just as he got pulled up by the combined effort of Donghyuck and Mark.

As Jeno brushed excess dirt off of him, Donghyuck tutted. “This is why you don’t go running off,” he started, you traded a look with Mark behind his back, knowing that the guard wouldn’t stop until he got everything he wanted to say off his chest. “Imagine what would have happened if we hadn’t found you in time! By the Gods. . .” while he continued to prattle on, his tone laced with both frustration and concern, you kept your eyes on Jeno, occasionally making silly faces with Mark. The prince would return your stare when Donghyuck’s eyes would stray away from him. Well acquainted with Donghyuck’s lectures, you knew that he was almost finished with the way that his toned and posture softened, the way there was increased pauses in his speech. Although Jeno looked thoroughly reprimanded, he didn’t look too upset. Rather he seemed entirely touched with the amount of care he found in Donghyuck. “But,” the red head finally sighed, clapping the prince’s right shoulder, “I can say with confidence that the three of us are glad you’re alright.”

Both Mark and you nodded with feeling. “The King and Queen would have had our heads, as well as the Crown Princess and Doyoung.” Mark added.

Briefly, you imagined Doyoung’s glare - he was rarely angry, more inclined to become irritated, but when he was it was scary - and shuddered, internally agreeing with Mark’s statement. The churning in your stomach returned when you caught the confused expression displayed on the prince’s face. Neither Donghyuck or Mark seemed to have noticed yet, occupied in their current conversation about how the four of you would sneak into the castle without being seen in hushed voices.

Jeno shuffled towards you and then stood barely an arm’s width away in front of you. Then, much to your suprise, he took his hand in yours. The warmth of his hand contrasted with yours although you knew that would change soon. In a few minutes your hands would become clammy with nerves. It was only simple hand holding and it shouldn’t have made your heart begin to beat faster, shouldn’t have made the unease slowly slip away, but the matter was out of your control. The two of you didn’t hold hands, ever. The closest thing that came to it was when your knuckles knocked against each other as you walked side by side on your nightly strolls. During those strolls you often thought about how easy it would be to take his hand in yours, just like he did a few moments ago, and swing your interlocked hands lightly in between your bodies.

“Why would the monarchy and, uh,”–your heart immediately dropped into your stomach, disliking the direction his question was headed–“Doyoung have your heads?” He lifted his eyes from the ground to meet yours, his head tilted. “Am I their personal blacksmith or something?” Your eyes widened and you swallowed thickly as you looked at your interlocked hands and back to his eyes repeatedly. What did they do to him? They must have done something. Jeno wasn’t joking, not one bit; how could he be when he looked genuinely confused. He shook his head, the confusion melting into a much softer, sweeter expression. “Can we go home now,” he raised your interlocked hands to his lips and softly pressed his lips to the back of your hand. “Please?”

“Guys,” you said, alerting the others while you tried for a warm smile. “Guys!” You repeated louder when they continued to talk. “We need to Renjun and Chenle.” You told them seriously once you finally captured their attention. Their gazes darted down to your hands before they shot up and looked back and forth from you to Jeno. Without so much as a blink, their expressions morphed from bewilderment to amusement and then went back to bewilderment before settling onto concern, no doubt seeing the alarm in your expression. With a firm nod of their heads, they made their way to the two of you and then waited for you to start walking, eyeing the prince curiously as they did.

If Jeno was confused again, he said nothing. Instead he just continued to smile adoringly at you, his eyes folding into pretty crescents, and kept your hand in his as the four of you turned and headed to the direction of the small, stone cottage.

“It’s nothing but a cheap trick,” Renjun deducted while Chenle kept Jeno company on the other side of the room, sipping on some tea as they chatted away. “It should wear off in a couple of hours. If not, it’ll definitely be gone by tomorrow morning.”

“Oh thank the Gods.” Donghyuck mumbled under his breath. Mark sagged in relief.

“You really can’t whip up something that he can eat or drink to make him remember?” You inquired as you chewed on your bottom lip. Jeno still thought that the two of you were together—married to each other. It was entirely your fault but it wasn’t as if you had expected him to temporarily lose his memory when you blurted that out! If you could go back in time and change it, you would. You snuck a glance at him and before you could look away, he caught your eye and smiled as he nodded to whatever Chenle was saying.

“Unfortunately, no.” Renjun replied. “Even though it’s a cheap trick, memories are never something to be tampered with. So if we try to retore his memories, there’s a huge risk of him completely losing them or possibly, something even worse could happen to him. So with that in mind, it’s best to leave it be.” He smiled apologetically, rubbing the space between your shoulder blades in consolation. You managed a weak smile at him in return. “I’ll leave the three of you to plan then?” Mark gave him an affirmative and after another chorus of thanks, he joined Chenle and Jeno. The three of you huddled closely together, arms around each other’s shoulders with your heads ducked, so that you could think of a plan.

“Can’t we just tell the truth?” You whispered, “I’m sure if there’s a punishment, it won’t be that bad. Jeno is completely safe and you two are part of the Queen’s favorites.”

“No,” Donhyuck rebuffed, “even if he is safe and we’re her favorites, he’s still her son. I can’t see us getting away that easily.”

Mark sighed. “Hyuck is right, y/n. I think the best thing to do is to tell them that he’s decided to sleep in Jaemin’s or Jisung’s place. But he won’t be with them obviously, he’ll be with you. Hyuck and I can fill them in on what’s happening since they’re bound to find out anyway.”

Just as you were about to ask why it had to be you that he stayed with, the man of the hour spoke, startling the three of you out of your huddle. Jeno requested to go home again, looking at you imploringly with those puppy eyes of his. You quickly exchanged glances with Mark and Donghyuck, who were both silently pleading at you, before nodding at Jeno. The prince sought out your hand and you allowed him to keep hold of it as you strolled out of the cottage, Mark and Donghyuck hot on your heels.

“We’re lucky none of the citizens knows what he looks like,” you heard Mark say as Jeno relayed his conversation with Renjun and Chenle to you, “or else this would have been really bad.”

It was a short trip back to the city that consisted of nonstop chatter from Jeno. Donghyuck and Mark went along with you to your house, which was situated behind the lucious gardens of the palace. Fortunately, nobody had spotted the four of you. You could only imagine what sort of gossip would stir between the employees if they had seen the two of you holding hands. Donghyuck and Mark looked like your chaperones for Gods’ sake, especially with the way the trailed you at a distance.

“I can start on dinner while you shower and change,” you said after locking the door.

Jeno was looking around the room. It was a mess; the floor was unswept, there were sheets scattered around your coffee table and the cushions for your couch were squashed because you didn’t have time to fluff them this morning. There were also mugs in random places. You apologized for the mess but he waved you off, walking towards the kitchen where there was a short stack of books that laid on the small dining table. Jeno had brought those when he visited the previous night, raving about them to you and offered to read them together.

“It’s really cozy here,” Jeno commented before turning back to face you. “I love it.” The words were so sincere that you almost had to look away from him, unable to meet his eyes when you had yet to tell him the truth about the entire situation. Instead you smiled and directed him to your bedroom - where he thankfully had a drawer of spare clothes - and the bathroom so that he could freshen up while you cooked dinner.

Dinner mainly involved Jeno asking you questions which, fortunately, didn’t include your relationship. When the meal ended, the two of you continued to sit at the table but remained silent. It was clear that Jeno wanted to say something to you. He was fiddling with the cutlery, his stare directed at a spot on the table and you were content with sipping on your water while you waited for him to speak up.

“There’s something wrong with me, isn’t there?” He finally said quietly, his eyes slowly meeting yours. You almost choked on your water and you at him with wide eyes as he continued. “Whatever it is,” he said while he scanned your face, “we’ll be okay, won’t we? We will be and even. . . even if we won’t be, if I don’t go back to how I was”–he stared into your eyes, his tone incredibly sincere–“I promise I love you. And I promise that I’ll love you for the rest of our lives.”

Your breath caught in your throat while Jeno stared at you pleadingly, as if he couldn’t bear it if you were to leave him. That was when you knew you couldn’t leave him in the dark anymore. He thought he loved you and that you were married and you couldn’t continue allowing him to believe that lie. Not when he was looking at you like that.

“You’re the prince, not a blacksmith,” you stated in a rush, placing your cup onto the table, no longer able to contain the truth. “This morning Donghyuck was supposed to keep an eye on you because you like going out into the city to be surrounded by the citizens but you evaded his watch and your memory got tampered with by those two people and,” you paused to catch your breath. “We’re so lucky that the King and Queen haven’t allowed you to be seen by the public because if they had, those two could have done much more worse things to you.”

Jeno put down the cutlery and reached over to cover your hand in his own, trying to comfort you by rubbing circles onto your skin with his thumb. “I won’t do that again,” he swore. “I’m sorry for making you worry.” A hint of a smile crept up onto his face, as he added, “I’m so lucky to be married to you.”

“Jeno, we aren’t married.” You corrected as kindly as you could manage. Which was a feat considering that he looked so happy and you didn’t want to be the reason why he wasn’t. “You gave me that ring as a birthday present.”

“With the intention of getting married, right?”

“No, Jeno. We aren’t together at all.”

Jeno stopped moving his thumb but kept his hand over yours. His gentle smile turned into a frown. “Do my parents not approve of you? Am I in an arranged marriage? I’ll break it off and we can run away with each other or something, because even though I’ve lost my memory, I can’t be imagining that you love me, can I? I have a drawer of clothes and you have those hooks so that our toothbrushes hang next to each other. And these books aren’t the only ones in here that are mine, I saw some on the bedside table with my name on the spines and– and– I see how you look at me.” His eyes were terribly sad and lost as he asked, quietly, “we love each other, don’t we?”

The words were on the tip of your tongue, ready to be said. You were going to deny everything and inform him, gently, that you were strictly friends. Friends could love each other. Platonic love and soulmates existed! Except you couldn’t lie to him, again. Slowly, you slid your hand away from his and balled it into a tight fist on your lap.

“I can’t answer that right now,” you replied, your throat dry. “When your memory comes back, we can talk about this, okay?”

The silence that followed stretched on for what felt like eons. Eventually Jeno nodded but the silence remained, even as the two of you did the dishes and brushed your teeth. Jeno followed you like a shadow until you climbed into bed. He hovered at the door, his arms wound around his waist as he hunched over himself. When you gestured the space next to him, he slowly made his way over and slid under the covers. The two of you laid on your backs, a large space in the middle. You patted your hand around your mattress until your pinky met his. Jeno made no attempt to grab your hand in his although he didn’t retract his hand, either. Closing your eyes, you held his hand, slotted your fingers in between his and waited until sleep overcame you.

As your eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the brightness that filled the room, you became aware of how you were tucked under Jeno’s chin and how your arm was thrown around his waist. Your legs were tangled together and you needed to move before you drifted off to sleep again. It was difficult to remove yourself from him but somehow, you managed. After tiptoeing to the kitchen to grab a cup of water, you took a seat at the couch and looked at the pages you left on the coffee table so that you could pick one up and get to work.

“Morning,” Jeno greeted, his voice groggy. “What are you working on?” He asked as he took a seat beside you, placed his head on your shoulder and cuddled your arm.

“Some documents that needed to be finalized. I just need to edit some parts,” you answered as you tried not to concentrate on the warmth that he was radiating. It was tough but you handled it. “I’ll need to hand in it later. When are you planning to head back?”

“Kicking me out already?” Jeno asked before yawning. He rubbed his hair against your shoulder, “that hurts, y/n, we haven’t even talked about”–he let out another yawn–“last night.”

Knowing that it was futile to try to dislodge yourself from his hold, you stayed put. You worried at your bottom lip, unable to stop the nervousness that flooded your system. It was probably going to be a quick conversation. He was probably going to tell you that he hadn’t meant what he said last night and to forget all about it. Or maybe, hopefully, the two of you would finally address the feelings you had for each other because, and to use what he said last night, there was no way that you had imagined all those small moments that transpired between the two of you, was there?

“Alright,” you agreed, trying to think positively, “let’s talk about last night.”

Jeno removed himself from you. You adjusted your position so that you sat facing him with your legs pushed up against your chest, your arms wrapped around them securely. He seemed much more alert now, his eyes pinning you down with laser focus.

“We love each other, don’t we?” He asked, repeating his question from last night. Although he spoke with confidence, the insecurity buried in the depths of his eyes gave him away.

“Yes, Jeno,” you answered. “We’re friends, of course we love each other.” His mouth twisted unhappily, as if he ate something unpleasant, and was about to say something but you beat him to it. “But I think the two of us have wanted to be more than friends for a while now.” You said, a knot loosening in your chest once the words were out.

Jeno stretched his hand out towards your cheek and at his hesitance, you rested your cheek in the palm of his hand. “My parents approve of you and so does my sister. I’m not in an arranged marriage but if I was I’d break it off and run away with you.” You smiled into his palm and he mirrored it. “I’m so lucky to have you,” his eyes sparkled with adoration and he shifted closer to you, his hand still caressing your cheek. “I promise that I love you.”

You pressed your lips onto his warm palm. “I promise that I’ll love you for the rest of our lives.”

In response, Jeno tittered gleefully. His other hand came up to cup the other side of your face and then very gradually, he tilted his head and shut his eyes while he leaned in to kiss you. It was sweet and slow and felt as if the rest of the world had faded away. Jeno smiled into the kiss and when he pulled away, his eyes fluttering open, the smile remained on his face. His arms dropped back to his sides and the two of you engaged in prolonged eye contact before you broke it, throwing your head back to laugh and then launched yourself at him. Jeno caught you easily, laughing along with you as his right hand cupped the crown of your head, while his left arm wrapped around your waist.

“I know I’ve said it already,” Jeno whispered into your ear after pecking his lips softly on your temple, “but I’ll love you for the rest of our lives, too.” You kissed his neck in response, practically glowing with happiness.

#mark and donghyuck definitely would have walked into ur house #and the two of you would still be in the same position but the only difference is that both of u are asleep #hyuck would say something like: ‘aren’t like that my ass’#and mark would agree while laughing and say: ‘dude they’re so in love with each other’#which ensues a whole conversation about how painful it’s been to watch the 2 of u dance around each other #and cause jeno is a light sleeper he would absolutely wake up and probably woke up a little after they got in #and he’d tell them how the 2 of u already confessed ur love for each other so could they shut up and leave pls cause they’re too loud #hyuck would say no and plant himself on the other couch dragging mark with him and jeno would groan and say:#‘i’m the prince u have to listen to me!!!’ but neither of them leave and when u wake up the 4 of u have brunch together #tysm for the request!!!!!! hopefully u like it 😖#it was longer than i thought it would be tbh i was only going for like 2-3k idk whats wrong with me #but it is what it is i guess lol #the mark au is coming next btw!!! spoiler: its an addams family au 🤪#anyway here come the tags:#nct scenarios #nct #nct au #nct u #nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct dream jeno #nct jeno #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream x reader #jeno fluff #lee jeno

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