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RECOMMENDED NCT FICS OF MAY-JUNE 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my nct recs of may-june! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

After All These Years || @neolovesneo💕✅

↳ (there wasnt a summary but think about it, skaterboy!mark. alexa play sk8ter boi by avril lavigne)

Cave Me In || @haespoir💕✅

↳ haechan introduces you to his dealer friend, and mark lee makes it so hard to keep the relationship strictly business. not that you minded anyways.

Head Over Heels || @febtoapril💕✅

↳ jeno couldn't hide his feelings for you any longer. so what was the next step? confess.

Hey Angel || @jjsneo🔞💕✅

↳ you're jaemin's bestfriend — so of course he loves to call you up late at night and hear your voice. he's definitely not calling because the sound of your voice turns him on — yeah definitely not that.

Going For The Gold || @sehunniepotwrites🔞💕✅💯💯💯

↳ 10,305 individual athletes participating in the 2020 Tokyo Olympics Games. 10,305 frustrated athletes trapped inside the bubble they called the Olympic Village with no means of leaving the grounds or releasing their pent up stress. Amongst the almost indestructible cardboard beds that were rumored to prevent athlete contact and the condom supply they supposedly cannot use, the message the Olympic organizers tried to send were mixed. Many athletes saw this as a challenge, one athlete being Team Korea’s one and only, John Suh. The famed swimmer was ready and willing to take on this challenge but he couldn’t do it alone. He needed a partner for it and you—best friend, fellow teammate, and competitive swimmer—were the perfect match. (*INTERNALLY SCREAMS INTO A PILLOW* < me when i read this at night in bed. AH. ily.)

My Best Friend Is No Longer my Best Friend! (He’s My Boyfriend) || @ilrjsm💕✅

↳ You’ve known him for most of your life. And truth be told, who wouldn’t have a (major!!) crush on this pretty boy? Out of all the instances you’ve fallen in love with Huang Renjun, you’ve never once regretted it.

Puppy Love || @writemekpop💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ When your boyfriend Jeno wakes up cuddly and horny, you know something is wrong - he's switched bodies with your dog Lucky! You finally realise why he's been so cold. Can you forgive him?

Room For Two || @mochidoie🔞💕✅💯

↳ It's Johnny Suh's birthday trip and as your childhood best friend, Johnny books a hotel room with only one bed for you and Doyoung to share. The catch: you're completely head over heels for Kim Doyoung.

These Secrets That I Have || @prodbymaui🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ Joking that your best friend is the infamous superhero bitten by a spider has been a habit for the group. It was all a joke, until it wasn't.

Whatcha Packin’ || @jjsneo🔞💕✅💯

↳ the idea of you walking in on him naked is one that would typically get doyoung hard as a rock in an instant. but after a freezing cold wet snowball fight — when his dick is not at it’s full potential — the idea becomes his nightmare. and now he’s determined to prove to you that he has a huge cock.

Give Me The Greenlight || @fadedncity 🔞💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ (there wasnt a summary but growing up i was waaaaaaaaay too into the movies of street racing aka fast and furious so like soft spot for these aus.)

Bet || @tqmies💕💔✅💯

↳ "why are you mad?” “i’m not mad, i just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

Cold Brew || @xiaojunsmintchoco💕💔✅💯

↳ at the coffee shop you work at, there's always this regular who comes and orders the same cup of cold brew coffee every morning without fail. you end up having a rather rude interaction with him one morning when you accidentally spill his coffee on him before his job interview – which turns out to be for the very same coffee shop you're working at. it doesn't matter to you that he got the job, but the fact that he's always on the same shift as you never fails to get on your nerves. Will the two of you sort out your feud, or will the both of you continue to brew these cold feelings towards each other?

Ultimate Spider-Man: Spider-Mark || @onyourhyuck🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Wherein one night you were saved by Spider-Man from a bunch of men harassing you and you find out it’s your enemy all along.

10:46PM || @nctsplug02🔞💕✅

↳ Anon Req: mark lee smut wherein he's a soft dom who praises you for studying hard for your final exams. (also can you please add a sweet gesture). i sorta feel he's that type. thank you!

Blackout || @springseasonie 🔞💕✅

↳ The powerful storm outside knocks your power out even though Doyoung assured you it would be fine. Luckily, he bought candles the day before just in case this happened. But even with the candles to light the dark house, you were still a bit anxious about the storm, so Doyoung decided to distract you for a bit

Floating To You || @lelengerine💕✅💯💯

↳ The time when your boyfriend had to resort to alternative methods just to make sure you stay safe while shopping

Let Him Look || @catboyieejeno🔞💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ The boys invite you and Yuta on a trip for Mark's birthday, but when Jaehyun makes a few too many plays at you, Yuta reminds you that you belong to him.

Nail Painting || @tywritesxpop💕✅💯💯💯

↳ (the most softest yuta drabble/fic that i have ever read. i love it)

Promise You || @ethereal-engene💕💔✅💯

↳ The first and last time your boyfriend answers a call from a sasaeng who keeps calling your phone.

Weekly Food Shopping || @m-arkmywords🔞💕✅

↳ Friday evening spent grocery shopping and then cooking that leads to... other things as your boyfriend comes to spend the weekend.

Xoxo || @yeow6n💕✅

↳ in which, your little niece has a crush on your boyfriend.

Energizer Bunny || @smileysuh🔞💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ You’ve heard about predator hybrids having prey fetishes-with bunnies being an often glorified playmate option-but you’ve never truly witnessed it firsthand, not like you have tonight

Big Bear & Bee || @smileysuh🔞💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ You swallow thickly, leaning back against Johnny while you gain your courage. You know he’s not the type to force anything on you, and something tells you that if you don’t make this first move, you might just miss your chance. Turning in his arms, you look up into the bear hybrid’s chocolate brown eyes. Then you’re kissing him, putting all the passion that’s been brewing into the meeting of your lips. You thread your fingers through his soft hair, eager to get close to him, closer than you’ve ever been before. (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. i love it.)

Broken Melodies || @zchnlswrld💔🔄💯

↳ watch NCT Dream navigate their love lives as they figure out how to lose someone, accept someone and get someone back. it can’t be that hard, can it?

Boy’s A Liar || @writemekpop 💔✅💯

↳ One day, your nudes show up everywhere in college. Did your boyfriend Haechan share them?

Candy || @sixzeroes💕🔄💯💯

↳ huang renjun, lee jeno, lee donghyuck, and na jaemin are a couple of buds in their senior year of high school. not a single one of them is taken and all of them probably have questionable rizz. but that’s alright, because love is love and having good rizz does not correlate with scoring a romantic relationship. (that’s why all four of them were able to find a girlfriend by the summer after graduating.)

Chasing Stars || @prodbymaui 🔞💕💔✅

↳ When your relationship got announced, it made noises louder that anyone could've imagined. Of course it will, a pair containing a supermodel and a CEO of one of the most successful enterprise that made a name in both the fashion and business industry. But soon enough, everyone witnessed how the perfect relationship they had been envying crumbled down into tiny pieces until there's nothing left to pick up.

Kisses || @writingzen💕✅

↳ type of kisses with dojaejung

Laser Pointer || @multifandom-02💔✅

↳ While performing, Boyoung momentarily loses her eye sight.

Manifesting Mayhem || @suhnshinehaos💕✅

↳ the one where all of haechan’s friends is in a relationship and yn just happens to know how to manifest romance

Perfume || @onyourhyuck 🔞💕✅💯

↳ Where you are a witch who makes potions and you get werewolf!Jaehyun obsessed with your perfume scent.

Pull Up || @writemekpop💕✅

↳ Tough boy Chenle assumes that you're his girl, but what if he's wrong?

Rent A Boyfriend || @onyourhyuck 🔞💕💔✅

↳ You want to make your ex boyfriend jealous so you end up renting your ex boyfriend Kim Doyoung to be your new boyfriend.

Sunshine || @bangbangchanie 💔✅💯💯💯💯

↳ You’re the sunshine of the group, and Donghyuck hates it. (i know for a fact that if i need to cry, this will be my go to fic to re-read and to cry to. pt 2)

Sweet Life || @ningningsdream 💕🔄💯

↳ a collection of roommates-to-lovers with ot7!dream

The Marriage And Baby Project || @tyonfs🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ mark lee has had the biggest crush on you for years, so, naturally, he’s over the moon when you’re both partnered for a group project. however, he underestimates just how close two people can get when they have to pretend they’re married for a month while taking care of a fake baby.

The Walls Are Thin || @springseasonie 🔞✅

↳ both Jaemin and Jeno have always had a thing for you and were never shy about it either. You always play hard to get, but all of your playing was going to catch up with you sooner or later.

Work It || @ofjunemoment🔞💕✅

↳ Jaemin can’t quite keep a part time job; every time he gets hired, he somehow fucks up enough to be fired straight away. But he just can’t get fired from his job with you, not until he successfully asks you out on a date, anyway.

NCT 127 Reaction || @thatsseonini💕✅💯

↳ reaction to you in a fight (stop haechan is literally all bark but no bite. but thats okay cause hes still a cutie. man fights with words, not fists)

NCT Dream Reaction || @yangtaros💕✅💯

↳ reaction to you kissing them to shut them up

NCT Dream Reaction || @j0hnj4ej3n💕✅💯

↳ reaction to you sleeping on the couch

Treacherous || @suhnshinehaos💕💔✅💯

↳ after a couple of instances of accidental matching clothing, yangyang finds himself in a dating rumor with possibly the most famous person on campus : yn, the bassist of an up and coming band. yangyang doesn’t seem to have a problem with it. unfortunately yn, who has also built up a reputation for being cold as winter, does.

The Villain In Your Story || @ningningsdream💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ girls’ code prevents you from liking the guy your friend likes right? (its been a while since i’ve read an nct smau and im glad that i’ve come across this one. highly recommend if someone is looking for a new nct smau to read thats completed!)

Cant Handle This || @hannie-dul-set🔞💕💔✅

↳ how are you supposed to explain that you and na jaemin started dating just to prove each other wrong and ended up catching feelings.

Golden Hour || @onyourhyuck🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ You’re a waiter and Mark Lee the local biker and infamous bad boy loves the eggs your diner makes, but now he wants a taste of you.

Love Jones || @lisired🔞💔✅

↳ After breaking off your engagement to your fiance, you move to Los Angeles to pursue a modeling career. There in the fairytale land where stars go to shine you meet Haechan, an aspiring photographer with a penchant for mischief and flirtation.

Who’s Bad? || @haechrry 🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Lee Donghyuck saw you while you were on your working hours, with a pretty frown on your face, and decided to shoot his shot disturbing the peace of your mind. But one thing was sure: he found something to sink his teeth into, and you were on the same page as him.

Wi-Fi || @dongfuck🔞💕💔✅

↳ (there wasnt a summary but if i didnt have wifi, i would honestly steal wifi from my neighbors if its not pw protected..🤡)

Mark BF Texts || @ohdudehesflirting💕✅

↳ (name says it all, its cute af)

NCT Dream Texts || @hugs2doie💕✅

↳ COMFORTING/COMPLIMENTING YOU WHEN YOU’VE HAD A BAD DAY

NCT Dream Reactions/Texts || @fullsunstrawberry🔞💕✅

↳ ACCIDENTALLY SENDING RISKY TEXT TO THE GROUPCHAT (i cackled a lil too hard that i choked on my spit)

Thanks For The Flowers Prank || @ohmygs-blog💕✅

↳ Anon Req: ok this is my first submission on tumble in a looong time hi!! since reqs are open, what are your thoughts on pranking tje dreamies with that flower prank? when they didn’t send you any flowers but you send a photo of a bouquet and are like thanks for the flowers babe

Text Prank + Dreamies || @yongislong💕✅

↳ fake break up prank on nonidol!dreamies

12:07PM || @gyeomsweetgyeom💕✅

↳ dad!johnny

6:17PM || @febtoapril💕✅

↳ one bed for two

8:06PM || @nctmiami🔞💕✅

↳ evenings with taeil

9:26PM || @yoonmeowzz💕✅💯💯💯

↳ (no summary but WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN TO HAVE A RELATIONSHIP LIKE THIS)

Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

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sehunniepotwrites · 10 months

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Words First | JH.S

a GOING FOR THE GOLD bonus scene you’re so golden: the olympic collection

SYNOPSIS. Moments after his first swim event at the Summer Olympics, Johnny watches you compete for and win gold. As your best friend, fellow teammate, and a boy who is absolutely in love with you, a surge of pride flows through him. That pride increases tenfold when you confess your feelings for him on live television. Anything you do is so endearing to him, he just wants to kiss you everywhere–to show you how much he truly cared for you–but he needs to wait a few minutes more. Words first. Actions later.

(or in which we revisit the last scene in Going for the Gold but from Johnny’s point of view.)

GENRE. Olympics!AU, Swimming!AU, Teammates!AU, Friends-to-Lovers!AU, comedy, fluff, suggestive (original fic has smut!) PAIRING. Olympic Swimmer!Johnny Suh x (f) Olympic Swimmer!reader

WARNINGS. alludes to sex (no explicit content); language;

WORD COUNT. 3k+

COACH’S DEBRIEF. You don’t have to read the other parts (which contain smut! mdni!) but it would make a lot of sense if you did. It’s honestly just a confession and a solid standalone.

DISCLAIMER. This is work of fiction. I do not own the people/characters and concepts I have written about. You cannot translate or copy my work. Crossposted on AO3 by sehunnypot.

DAY 9 AT THE VILLAGE, DAY 4 OF THE GAMES: WOMEN'S 200M FLY FINALS, MEN'S 1X400 FREE RELAY SEMIFINALS

After the air between the two of you cleared, Johnny’s drive for winning returned to him. You told him to spread his wings and so he did. Johnny’s long arms allowed him to soar through the water, barely coming up for breaths. His goal should’ve been to be first in the semifinals heat but that wasn’t the only thing on his mind. The faster he was out of the pool, the faster he could watch you swim, and the faster he could get to you. As the timer continued ticking, as the line on the screen showcased the Olympic Record he was about to beat, all Johnny Suh could think of was you.

The conversation between you two had a hint of something more. Your words and actions leaned towards returned feelings and a love much larger than this historical event.

You were his driving force. You were his motivation. You were the love of his whole entire life.

And with his title of being your number one supporter, Johnny kicked his legs harder than ever before to reach the touch-mat at the end of the pool.

As his head broke through the surface of the water, Johnny’s hands blindly reached for the lane divider. He pulled his body over it, legs straddling the hard plastic as he awaited the times and scores to be unveiled.

Johnny saw the time first: 3:26.78. Then the placement: first. And finally, the two capital letters: OR. Ripping his swim caps off his head, he yelled in victory and slapped the material against the water. Above him, Mark jumped into Jeno’s strong hold and Jaehyun shoved all three of their eggheads together in celebration. Wanting to join in on the festivities, Johnny hauled himself out of the pool and joined the three of them in their hug.

When the excitement of winning the semifinal heat wore off after taking some cool down laps, Johnny quickly grabbed his gear and a towel to dry himself off. With one of your coaches in the lead, they led him straight to the interview area where an eager sportscaster, Tiffany Hwang, waited. Johnny knew he should’ve participated in this interview as the last swimmer who solidified their spot in the finals but the Olympian had other priorities–your 200M Butterfly Final event was up next. Plus, there were three other eager athletes willing to take the microphone; he was sure Tiffany would understand.

As Jeno and Mark switched off feeding Tiffany answers, Johnny and Jaehyun stood with their bodies facing the closest screen, arms crossed over their bare and damp chests, waiting for your event to begin.

“Take your mark.” Beep. Off the buzzer and into the water you went.

Johnny refused to take his eyes off of you as you bobbed in and out of the water. His fingers were curled into his fists, nails digging into his palm as Johnny watched the rhythmic rise and fall of your perfect form. So into your laps, he almost felt like he was in the pool with you, right by your side cheering you on like he did all those years ago, when you first learned how to do your signature stroke. You used to struggle with synching your propelling dolphin kicks to the stroke of your arms. Johnny remembered how you refused to perform this stroke, calling it a method of torture to swimmers around the globe, and how you had grown since that lesson a long time ago.

His quiet cheers grew in volume as you made your final split, Johnny’s voice mixing in with Jaehyun’s as they yelled with a ferocity only competitive athletes could possess. Their spirit drew Jeno and Mark’s attention away from Tiffany’s questioning, the whole team of men now glued together to watch the last seconds of your swim. The anticipation bit at him as you and your rivals reached for the wall at the same time.

When your name claimed the top spot on the scoreboard, Johnny’s heart soared to the sky. His loud voice followed after, the only words leaving his pink lips were cheers of your name. There was an overwhelming rush of pride, one that was caught on camera, and he didn’t care who saw.

His best friend–his little Flipper–was now an Olympic Gold Medalist. Who wouldn’t rejoice over that brand new title?

Tiffany’s statement cut through the rambunctious rallies of your teammates, acting as a reminder that they were on live television. “It’s always nice to see athletes supporting one another and I’m glad we were able to capture this moment with you all. How do you feel seeing the first of your teammates win gold?”

Jaehyun nudged Johnny’s side, urging him to talk. The other three had done their time already, plus this was Flipper’s win, it was only right that he spoke.

Johnny broke out into the widest grin, heart thrashing in between his ribs. “It’s a dream she’s always wanted to achieve and as a fellow athlete and her”–he hesitated, not really knowing where they stood–“friend, I’m just glad I was able to witness this pivotal moment in her career. No questions asked, I’m extremely proud of her. She’s an inspiration to me and I’m sure to many others out there as well.” The words flowed out of him, the respect Johnny harbored for you coming through, and it was obvious how close the two of you were.

But those who truly knew Johnny–his teammates, the sportscaster that followed him throughout the entirety of his career, and his longtime coaches–could sense the deeper, hidden meaning behind his answer.

With a satisfied hum, Tiffany concluded the interview, “Well done to you and to your teammates, John. I hope to see you on the winner’s podium in the near future.”

As the group of four made their way back to the ready room, Jeno, Mark, and Jaehyun poked fun at Johnny’s replies.

“Dude, you are sooooooo in love with her. You’re so fucking whipped, man,” Mark said, giggling like a teenage girl. It was as if Johnny’s situation with you was more thrilling than participating in the Olympics themselves.

“It’s actually disgusting,” Jeno added swiftly. The youngest’s remark was met with a light chokehold that lasted the short walk behind camera focus. “I can’t breathe,” he struggled as Johnny’s arm tightened around his neck.

“You’re a swimmer, you’ll survive,” Johnny retorted, finally letting Jeno go.

Once in the room, Johnny settled in away from the crowd of athletes, taking up space in the back corner. He had the perfect view of the large flat screen TV that was currently projecting your face.

“Congratulations!” Tiffany's bubbly voice rang throughout the speakers. The room hushed to hear the interview. Johnny watched as the microphone was thrusted into your beautiful face. “How does it feel to now hold the title of Olympic Gold Medalist?”

“Oh my gosh, Tiffany, I honestly don’t think it’s hit me yet,” you blabbered out in between harbored breaths.

“Well, it’ll hit you during the ceremony, I’m sure,” she laughed. “Was there anything that was on your mind while you swam that last lap?”

Johnny watched with a smile on his lips as you paused, taking a sip of your cold bottled water to probably calm your heart rate. “I—uh, wow. Sorry, this is all just so crazy.” You were too precious to him in your post-swim haze.

“No, no. Take your time, you just hopped out of the pool!”

“I honestly do what I always do: pretend a shark’s after me.” Johnny let out a boisterous laugh, recalling all the times he played that game in the lanes with you. When the two of you were younger, Johnny would swim in the same lane as you, just barely behind your kicking feet. Your goal was to reach the other end of the pool before he caught you. At first, he let you off easy but as you grew stronger and swifter, it was harder to grab hold of you.

“Really?” Tiffany perked up.

Your nervous giggle charmed Johnny’s heart. “No—I just, sorry. Wanted to throw in a joke there, the nerves are just everywhere right now. I honestly thought of all the people I was swimming for.”

“Good answer. And speaking of those people—” Tiffany replied with her signature eye-smile. She motioned to the screen behind her that showed your family back home watching the interview via Zoom. “—is there anything you would like to say to your family back home or to any of your supporters watching?”

Johnny grinned as you happily greeted your grand support system. Their cheers and praises were drowned out by the lag of the online call but he felt the sentiment just the same. He was sure you did too. A small chuckle and a shake of the head followed as you cutely addressed your mother with a, “Hey look, ma, I made it!”

But the next few sentences you uttered made Johnny stop in his tracks and stare at the screen with his mouth agape.

“I can’t believe this is actually real and I hope I made you all proud. Umm—I don’t really know what to say right now, my mind is reeling but”—you gulped, the nervousness manifesting in the slight tremble of your voice—“to the person who told me to ‘fly high, butterfly,’ I did it for you. I love you.”

The three words repeated on a loop in his head as he processed exactly what happened. You said that you loved him on a live stream, for the whole entire world to see. His breath caught in his throat, heart fighting the barrier that kept it within. Johnny let out a laugh of disbelief, running his finger through his hair. Did that really just happen?

When he met Jaehyun’s unabashed grin that confirmed your actions, Johnny realized that he wasn’t dreaming.

God, how Johnny loved you. And that love was mutual, returned. An impossible dream came true and Johnny needed to make you his.

The minute you arrived, you were showered in endless praise. Athletes you knew well and some you had just met congratulated you on your achievement. And while you were in the limelight, Johnny stood back; after all, he was going to make sure to spend the rest of the night with you. He also stood back to calm down his nerves. Yes, feelings were returned and were in the open. But what now? This was a ginormous shift. Was he ready for it? Were you ready for it? He’d always seen you as home but with a change in dynamics, would that feeling of comfort remain?

Johnny took his time to take you in, fondly watching as your friends greeted you. Your voice was filled with joyful surprise as Mark jumped on your back, your arms immediately reaching behind to grab hold of his built body. The glee turned into a minuscule whine when Jeno squished your cheeks with his large palms. Johnny wasn’t able to hear the entire exchange between you and Jaehyun but his ears were so attuned to your voice, he picked up your last statement.

“I’m going. I’m going,” you said with a light chuckle. To Johnny, your voice was a siren’s song. No matter where it would lead him, Johnny would follow it.

As you approached him with careful steps and eyes aimed towards the ground, Johnny felt his heart running to reach its lifeline. If his heart had hands, they would extend them towards you, ready to take you in and never let you go. He felt the heaviness of your gaze as you worked your way up from his exposed form to his face. As much as Johnny wanted to bite back his smugness, a tiny smile that resembled a smirk revealed just how much he enjoyed you taking him all in. After all, it’s always nice to be admired and to be admired by the one and only you was the best feeling of all.

“Hey,” you said, holding up a hand in greeting.

Johnny read the tiny twitch in your brow, knowing that you were beating yourself up for that awkward conversation starter. Anything you did was so endearing to him, he just wanted to kiss that spot that moved in annoyance. He wanted to kiss you everywhere–to show you how much he truly cared for you–but he needed to wait a few minutes more. Words first. Actions later.

“Hey yourself, champ,” Johnny smiled fondly at you. The praise that poured out of his mouth was genuine. “Congratulations. You were amazing out there, sweetheart.”

Instead of taking the compliments in, you ignored them, your attention entirely focused on fiddling with the silver bracelet Johnny gave you years ago. He put an end to your nervous tick by taking your hand in his and intertwining your fingers together. He heard your breath hitch as he began to rub little circles onto your skin that was still freezing from the water. Johnny hoped that the warmth he exuded was enough to calm you down. “Why are you nervous, Flipper?”

“Because I feel like I did a stupid,” you replied, unraveling your fingers and grabbing his large palm. Your fingertips traced invisible shapes into his skin and Johnny was glad you still found comfort in his proximity.

Chuckling, the boy said, “I don’t think winning gold counts as a stupid, love.” Johnny would never grow tired of calling you his love.

“No, not that.”

Johnny knew you were just avoiding the topic at this point and although he was in love with you, it was still his job as your best friend to tease you. Pulling you closer, he asked with a playful tone, “Then what?”

“I confessed that I loved someone on live TV and I’m hoping he heard me so I don’t have to say it again,” you mumbled.

To reassure you, Johnny placed a warm hand on your hip. Having you in his arms was like heaven on earth, he cursed himself for waiting this long for the opportunity to love you wholeheartedly. Looking down at you with a sparkle that was reserved just for you, he said, “He heard you loud and clear but he would love to hear it again in person.”

“Johnny,” you whined. His heart clenched at the call of his name. “Must you really do this to me?”

“I’ve made it my life’s goal to tease you until the end of time, sweetheart,” Johnny teased, circling his arms around your waist. When you leaned into his touch, ear pressing against his rapidly beating heart, he swore to never let you out of his sight. Not when you sighed and relaxed against his form. Not when your eyes that were solely aimed at him held the universe and more in them.

You were everything to Johnny. In all phases of his life, you were a constant. All other things and people were just moving pieces he’d encountered throughout the years.

You were one of his first friends when he enrolled in swimming lessons. You were the one who pushed him to study when his grades slipped and he was on the verge of losing his athletic scholarships. The person he ran to when dealing with all sorts of heartbreaks throughout the years, just the mere vision of you made Johnny feel alright again. The face he searched for after swimming each and every event. Oblivious to his feelings before, he wanted to laugh at his cluelessness. Johnny had been in love with you since the beginning and it took him a stupid little challenge for him to realize it.

Challenges have always been you and Johnny’s thing but this one, although straying from its original motive, was probably the most memorable of them all.

And sure, transitioning from friends to lovers would be somewhat of a challenge to work through but Johnny Suh would willingly navigate through uncharted waters just to be with you. No distance nor form of competition could keep Johnny away from you–not after that stunt you pulled. It took a lot of courage for you to confess your feelings on a livestream–though you used a codename that a select few understood–it meant the entire world to him. But before Johnny could share you with the world, he still needed uninterrupted time with you for himself.

“You know, you’re absolutely infuriating at times—”

“So I’ve been told,” he laughed affectionately, his smile bursting at the seams.

“—but I can’t help but love you anyway.” And suddenly your grin, brighter than the lights in the Aquatic Center and shinier than the medals presented at the famed podium, was all Johnny saw. The words Johnny wanted to hear were said to him and only him.

Johnny loved you, he loved you, he loved you. There was only one way to fully encapsulate his overbearing love that took over his entire being, from his wet mop of a head all the way down to the toes tucked into his sponsored slides. Fuck all the people around them; Johnny was too in love to care. “Flipper?”

“Yes?” you replied, voice hopeful and breathless from the way Johnny said your name.

Johnny released you from his hold to grab the towel hanging off his shoulders. Grabbing both sides of the cloth with his hands, confidence surged through him as he warned you, “I’m going to kiss you now.”

Seconds after the towel slipped over your head and wrapped around your form, his body pressed against yours. Your shy expression was the last thing Johnny saw before channeling all his love for you into the kiss he pressed to your lips. Letting go of the towel that brought you two together, one palm clutched your side as the other cupped your flushed face in his large hand. His thumbs drew little, intimate circles into your exposed skin and it made you sink a little more into his hold. Johnny felt your hands dance their way up to his neck, fingers tugging gently at his damp hair, and sighed at your featherlight touch.

Even when you separated from him to catch your breath, Johnny’s eyes stayed closed to savor the moment. He bit his swollen lip to hide his smile but nothing could conceal his overwhelming happiness. “I love you,” he muttered into your lips before capturing them for one last act of adoration.

Johnny rested his forehead against yours and affectionately nuzzled his nose against yours.

“You just kissed yourself a gold medalist,” you laughed in disbelief, running your fingers through his locks to push the stray hairs that tickled his forehead. To him, you looked just like starlight.

Johnny leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Oh, trust me. I’m gonna do more than just that in a bit.”

“Is that so?” As you ran your hand across the sensitive part of his neck, Johnny shuttered. You were testing him and sucked air through his teeth to show how much that small action affected him. He pushed his hips into your front, using a strong calf as a hook to keep the two of you connected. He guessed by the slight wiggle of your body and almost-too-quiet to hear moaning, you felt just how eager Johnny was. The tight spandex you both wore were just thin boundaries; the friction between the material and your aching bodies made everything much more enticing.

“I wouldn’t lie about that, pretty girl.” Johnny’s head dipped to kiss your pulse point and his mouth remained on your weak spot. He could feel your pulse increase as he focused on the area. The swimmer, always centered and determined, could have gone on leaving marks for minutes on end if you didn’t pull away. He groaned at the loss of contact but the words that escaped you ignited a fire within him–a flame so hot that could only be extinguished by you.

“Then if that’s the case, darling, do your worst.”

COACH’S DEBRIEF. This goes to show that I will never get over this lil AU world I created. Tagging everyone that enjoyed the original! <3

TAGLIST. @johtenrecs @baekhyuns-lipchain @smileysuh @hotdogct @donutswithjaminthemiddle @jaehyunnie77 @itsapapisongo @moonctzeny @weiyiann @justwonus-recs @emmybyeakitty @sakamoto-hey @dnylwoo @fluffypoodle @yixing-jaehyun @crescent-iak @iwishiwasthemoontonight @jaehyunfirstlove @nonnnimous @nctsworld @suhreal @justsayk @hoshologies @moonctzeny @sokkigarden @everlovingavenue @pak-pak-suhgar @smileyerim @suhnnyskiess @brightestmark @bonnieblue0606 @amazinggraxia @ficrecnctskz @lydinews @chittaemin @ahcaratzen @seongfish @satansooenthusiast @suhlovrreads @hyuckworld @yougotthatbilly @hyperfixationficrecs

#johnny suh #johnny scenarios #johnny x reader #johnny imagines #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct x reader

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gimmehyuck · 1 year

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lungs like a garden series

✿ series synopsis.

hanahaki.

the disease everyone has heard of.

the one that doctors only know how to treat by one surgery or one returned confession.

no other cure.

everyone has heard of it. but what’s less spoken of… is how it feels to simultaneously be both in love and in pain.

the question is in the end… will it always be worth it?

✿ genres. strangers to lovers // friends to lovers // enemies to lovers // friends to lovers

✿ warnings. angst // fluff // possible? smut? // mentions of dying/death // sickness // vomiting (of flowers) // tags will be more detailed for each story, these are the general ones for all // synopsis of each story may change/evolve as i continue to write them lol

✿ something to note: each story is connected but can be read alone!

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✿ to drown in you | n.jm (coming soon)

“i’m… i’m scared.”

“don’t worry, i’ve got you. nothing will happen if i’m here.”

✿ summary. jaemin didn’t think twice about diving in to the water to save you, you needed his help (but couldn’t ask).

he also didn’t think twice about the befriending you and helping you out of a tough situation, you wanted his help (but wouldn’t ask).

and he definitely didn’t think twice about falling in love with you, he didn’t need any help in doing so (but he should’ve asked, it would have made things easier).

✿ pairing. swimmer!jaemin x yn

✿ words. est 10k+

✿ genre. strangers to lovers… or is it?

✿ warnings. angst!!!, fluff!!!, mentions of dying/death, vomiting (of flowers), yn is in a toxic relationship at the beginning, eventual smut, more to come as i write

✿ patient progress: symptomatic

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✿ denialism at its finest | l.jn

“i don’t think falling in love is all that bad.”

“i do, and i refuse to do it.”

✿ summary. there were a lot of things that jeno was sure of. for example, he was sure that his schools hockey team would win the championship (not just because he was the captain). he was sure that he had a job to go to once he graduated (that he’d absolutely hate because it had nothing to do with his major). lastly, he was absolutely sure that he’d never fall in love, and he definitely wasn’t in love with you…

(reality hit him at the same time the petals hit his palm.)

✿ pairing. hockey player!jeno x yn

✿ words. tbd

✿ genre. maybe friends to ???

✿ warnings. angst, fluff, jeno is generally in denial, mentions of dying/death, mentions of vomiting (of flowers), divorced parents?? if that needs to be warned, more to come as i write

✿ patient progress: symptomatic

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✿ distance between us | l.ty

“what didn’t you realize until now?”

“how much it hurts to love you.”

✿ summary. taeyong was oblivious, he had to be (or so you thought). there was simply no way he had to know how you felt about him (could he..?). and for a long while, you were content feeling the butterflies in the pit of your stomach (the feeling made you giddy). but then the butterflies changed into petals… and the petals changed the meaning of it entirely (the feeling made you sick).

your innocent crush, what you thought were simple feelings… it had changed somehow.

(and it hurt.)

✿ pairing. brothers best friend?taeyong x yn

✿ words. tbd

✿ genre. friends to ???

✿ warnings. fluff?, angst!!, minor age gap (not by much), taeyong is a bit… what’s the word… he leads yn on kinda?, vomiting (of flowers), mentions of blood (it’s roses what do you expect), more to come as i write

✿ patient progress: symptomatic

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✿ biology of love | q.kn

“why do you push people away like that? it’s cruel.”

“what’s truly cruel is when they leave.”

✿ summary. kun knew how to be friendly, he swore he did (you can ask anyone). he was friendly to everyone who worked on his floor, (maybe a little distant but never unkind). he was well liked but his friend circle was limited, (he didn’t mind that). until you came along, someone who seemed to hate his very existence; you were the new doctor on the floor, he had been a nurse working there for two years (seniority counts somehow, right?).

he truly didn’t care if you had friends or not, or if you were just always miserable, he couldn’t care less… (but then why did seeing you slowly getting sick bother him?)

✿ pairing. nurse!kun x doctor!yn

✿ words. tbd

✿ genre. enemies to lovers… possibly?

✿ warnings. angst, fluff, age gap (a bit more than a couple years), mentions of death/dying, mentions of vomiting (of flowers), discussions of what comes next and the existential crisis that follows, yn is Cold because Sad (that she says is ambition)™, possible? smut?, more to come as i write

✿ patient progress: symptomatic

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✿ falling for the sun (you) | l.dh

“why are you acting this way?”

“i’ve realized i’m like icarus. i’ve loved the sun’s warmth so much, but now it’s only killing me.”

✿ summary. you can pinpoint the moment you wanted to study psychology as a career to the moment you walked into your high school class (thanks to your best friend that agreed to go to the same university as you). you can pinpoint the moment your life’s trajectory changed to the exact moment you met lee donghyuck, (you blamed it entirely on mark). you can even pinpoint where your major mistake in all this started (it was the moment you moved in).

what you couldn’t pinpoint, no matter how hard you tried, was the moment you officially fell in love with him (you only really found out after the first yellow petal appeared… and then you knew you were fucked).

✿ pairing. roommate!donghyuck x yn

✿ words. tbd

✿ genre. best friend/roommates to ???

✿ warnings. angst!!!, fluff!!!, hyuck and yn argue a bit, hyuck is kind of a player??, mentions of death/dying, mentions of vomiting (of flowers), mentions of blood and choking (sunflowers are huge okay), eventual smut, more to come as i write

✿ patient progress: symptomatic

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tag list: @byungbyungbaek @ficrecnctskz @shwizhies

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4o4eros · 10 months

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hogwarts au; quidditch player!jeno, school swimmer! eunha

thinking about pervert!jeno hexing his own poster when he found out his beloved noona, his senior eunha was a fan of his.

thinking about pervert!jeno smiling to himself, proud of his own idea- casting a spell on that piece of paper and keeping his senior in the dark of what he has planned.

thinking about pervert!jeno being so excited, even signing his name unto the poster and delivering the paper himself to his innocent senior.

thinking about pervert!jeno impatiently running to his dorm, immediately grabbing his own piece of paper as he stared down with anticipation. his mouth curved slightly into a corrupted grin when his view is now filled with eunha. his eyes rested shamelessly on the curve of her tits from the low position- assuming his innocent noona!eunha placed his poster on her table.

thinking about pervert!jeno groaning softly as he catches glimpses of her undressing from her uniform into her tight swimsuit while she prepares for her swimming club.

thinking about pervert!jeno losing his mind as he gets a closed up view of her noona's barely covered tits (he swore he saw her nipples poking through the fabric! and god- the way his mouth watered.) as she sets up the poster against her wall- conveniently facing her bed.

thinking about pervert!jeno already having his pants down when eunha naively fixes her swim shorts, exposing her thick derriere and flashing him with her supple cheeks.

thinking about pervert!jeno with his hand stuffed in his boxer, pleasuring himself with his wild thoughts, absolutely reserving and manipulating that scene for so many of his future lonely nights. dismissing whatever idea he's gonna have to think to make up an excuse for coming in late for quidditch practice.

#wip #have been thinking about this ngl #gonna write more on this #but #voyeur!jeno #heavy on my mind #corruptionkink!jeno #nct jeno smut #eunha smut #i'll edit this in a few #hogwarts smut #i want more noona smuts smh!

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enharchive · 1 year

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sage’s fanfic recommendations

hi! i’m sage and these are my fanfic recommendations. i mostly read for enhypen but i also love nct, bts, txt, svt and skz!! this post will be updated regularly :’)

ENHYPEN

JAY

take this love letter! | @/enhyupn

jay park doesn’t know how to confess to you, taking the advice of a certain kim sunoo he created a love letter. the problem? you think his best friend park sunghoon gave you the love letter. the other problem? you and sunghoon are exes that want nothing to do with each other.

JAKE

the two of us | @/iyeonjuni

when the chase for your dreams seems to have no end, you meet someone who’s walking the same road. two swimmers and a fleeting romance, could the both of you touch the stars that always seemed so far out of reach?

SUNGHOON

for the first time | @/yaehao

in which sunghoon has to figure out how to properly express his feelings for you.

JUNGWON

would you be so kind | @/envirae

love grows (where jungwon goes) | @/soobnny

showing affection isn’t jungwon’s strongest forte, but when he sets eyes on you, it’s obvious he has to figure out a way to make you reciprocate his feelings. he’ll take giving you homegrown fruits and vegetables from his garden as a good first step. from then, it’ll be one gift at a time.

RIKI

20th century girl | @/delcakoo

you joined the broadcasting club after finding out your crush was too, but instead find yourself stuck with his untidy best friend who happens to be even cuter.

OT7

all of us are dead | @/soobnny

based on the popular series, “all of us are dead” — trapped students must escape their high school which has become ground zero for a zombie virus outbreak.

how enhypen crush on you | @/jwonsociety

NCT

JENO

the dumbing down of love | @/luvdsc

the six times you caught him staring at you, and the one time he caught you.

bet! | @/doycngs

it was bound to bite both your asses eventually. just plain ‘ol comedic luck that you and your best friend’s shared tradition of petty bets get you two to finally cough up years of repressed feelings for one another.

RENJUN

my best friend wants to be abducted by aliens @/choerrypuffs

as the self-proclaimed matchmaker of camp half-blood, you have had a 100% success rate with all of your matches. your current project is finding a date for your best friend, huang renjun—a prickly smart aleck that perfectly fits the child of athena stereotype. unfortunately for you, he seems to be hellbent on tarnishing your perfect record. his refusal to get a girlfriend prompts you to come up with all sorts of conspiracy theories (alien abduction, ghost possession, lizard people etc.) in an attempt to crack the code that is renjun. even though you’re able to create these insane scenarios inside your head, you can’t seem to realize the glaringly obvious: renjun is in love with you.

MARK

a series of white lies | @/tyonfs

in which it takes you six years to accept that you’re in love with mark lee. (it takes him one.)

CHENLE

tuition and fees | @/starlightkun

STRAY KIDS

JISUNG

young god | @/maatryoshkaa

when your best friend felix sets you up on a blind date with adorable medical student han jisung, you find yourself falling for his sweet words and dark eyes, and the even darker secrets he hides behind his charming, angelic smile.

SEVENTEEN

JEONGHAN

whipped | @/kabira

people are difficult, and you prefer to keep to yourself, but the clumsy barista at café callisto is an exception. you like joshua hong the way you like your like the cream on top of your coffee—whipped.

HOSHI

tell your cat to stop shitting at my doorstep | @/kabira

BTS

JUNGKOOK

road(tripping) for you | @/latetaektalk

it was just supposed to be a roadtrip; your best friend, her boyfriend, his best friend, and you. but it gets a little more complicated (and a whole lot more awkward) when your best friend and her boyfriend have to drop out and you’re left to go on the trip with none other than jeon jungkook, a complete stranger. well, a complete stranger except for the fact that you hooked up two years ago.

spidey-spidey | @/kookings

your neighbor slash crush jeon jungkook is exceptional at exterminating bugs from your apartment. and also at kissing you.

OT7

ready or not | @/ughseoks

on the night of your wedding with the man of your dreams, he and his brothers invite you to spend the night at their mansion for a customary “welcome to the family” game night. every game has rules, and theirs are simple enough: Stay hidden. stay quiet. stay alive.

ready or not, here they come.

TXT

YEONJUN

mr. vice president | @/minastras

choi yeonjun was an ace, and everyone knew it. he was a star athlete, top student, creative genius, school vice-president, and prom royalty. the only person who even came close to his level was you.

#enharchive recommends #enhypen x reader #bts x reader #svt x reader #stray kids x reader #nct x reader #enhypen fanfiction #nct fanfiction #svt fanfiction #stray kids fanfiction #bts fanfiction

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sfwfullsunstrawberry · 9 months

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☆-NCT DREAM SFW MASTERLIST-☆

NCT Dream Reactions:

-helping you during a panic attack

-you ask them to kiss you

-scratching their back

NCT Texts:

- member exposing their crush on you

-flower Prank

- idol s/o getting shipped with someone else

-calling them by another nickname

-hearing about your being anxious

-idol s/o getting shipped with someone else

-idol s/o getting shipped with someone else Version 2

-who did this to you trope

-“why’d you do that?” prank

-sending them their own insta post

-sending them a random tweet

-Fan call winner

-dating a tall swimmer

★ Mark:

-Mark Friends to Lovers Texts

-Idol Reader winning an award

★ Renjun:

-sfw renjun random texts

★ Jeno:

-n/a

★ Haechan:

-Idol Reader winning an award

★ Jaemin:

-n/a

★ Chenle:

-n/a

★ Jisung:

-n/a

#sfw #nct dream sfw masterlist

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imstupidcheesecat · 2 months

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tracking reads ★ end of feb/ through march

♡ - more than 1k/fic

♥︎ - less than 1k/reactions or drabble

web of hearts : ♡ interesting. cute. expected. lively. domestic. had a great time reading it. would hold irl for spider woman karina. kiss scene was worthwhile.

sleeping on the couch after a fight : ♥︎ mark - :( but :), renjun - hehe, jeno - EMO, haechan - accurate, jaemin - wholesome, chenle - real, jisung - lol.

8:45 : ♥︎ cute but like two words threw me off (ykw). breakfast w jaemin is always good.

nct dream as ur college boyfriend : ♥︎ cute. love college au. fav: mark, jaemin & haechan :)

[5:34pm] : ♡ actually adore teasing relationships. described so cutely and playfully i caught myself judging myself. SO SWEEt

fangirling over other groups : ♥︎ omg jisung’s is really stinking cute and jaemin’s :( chenle ofc would be like “you can meet them rn”

taking of promise ring : ♥︎ bro why is it so emo. haechans hurt, jisung’s hurt a lot and jaemin’s bro… 🥲

[6:07] : ♥︎ it was over really quick and not too much detail (it’s implied you have a crush on jaemin but im confused why she’s huffing the sweater.) simple christmas blurb. ♫

seatmate!anton : ♥︎ so simple and cozy. ditto school in the clouds (yk) the dinosaur bit made me want anton as my seat mate. fluff at its peak.. also suggested swimmer anton //// ♫

death wish : ♡ if continued i will definitely read. for me it was hard to visualize for a second but i liked it. (kinda reminding me of something i wrote with cupid.)

historicalvampire!karina : ♥︎ i’m so curious - sherlock by shinee. i really like this idea but it leaves a lot to assuming (short) but i like it anyways. ♫

[9:16pm] : ♥︎ as this is probably my first renjun fic i’ve read (or can remember reading) this was delightfully good. never felt so cozy and immersed in a library study session with renjun in my head. ♫

nct dream wedding tropes : ♥︎ i really liked chenle’s 🤩 and all them are really cute. love wedding tropes <3

texts w bf intak : ♥︎ actually hurling and sick with boyfriend intak. you can’t tell me he’s not my bf rn #crying

monday miscommunication : ♥︎ tasteful nsfw but at the same time i was itching my head. (language, urgency, use of princess to just name a few) i’d be amazed at how nicely it’s written and then get a cringy odd sentence after.

hate you (love you) : ♥︎ it’s short and sweet and i’m always a sucker for holding hands under the table and it makes me sad that yn never gets to do that. :( (also reminded me of my own thing)

stress reliever : ♥︎ it’s okay + very short. i love domestic jungwoo but i caught dialogue being oddly stated. but none the less it was cute :)

holding hands : ♥︎ never knew how badly i love hand holding. JENOS. chenles 😑😭. jaemin’s is super sweet and HYUCKS. i literally adore how on brand they are with the members. so good pls.

[8:34 PM] : ♥︎ really stinking cute. so simply explained and written. love me a motorcycle jungwoo 🔛🔝 loved this.

work wife : ♥︎ wife karina 🫡 i liked it (even if i’d never be caught as the tiny girlfriend if anything roles would be changed.) not a simp, just a simp.

fairy of shampoo (holding hands) : ♥︎ MAD CUTE. i liked seunghans the best and wonbins :( anton’s was good too but i feel like my wrist would die from being pulled constantly.

tell me you love me : ♥︎ BRO EMO AF. i’ve haven’t read such a heart hurting fic like that. its not like a cried (i did inside) but it was still sad. so good why *fixed

21:23pm : ♥︎ it’s so short but SO GOOD???? like i’m such a sucker for wooyoung and like it was so naturally playful and cute. pls i want him to be my tattoo artist. OMG

sweet relief : ♥︎ tasteful. clingy hyuck >

livin in my system baby : ♥︎ cute. uni roommates with sungchan is a dream come true. but you would never catch me doing anything that dumb for mint ice cream (i hate it)

native language : ♥︎ chenle’s was really good and all of them (but i found myself not as into it as other reactions.)

snow candles : ♥︎ can’t go wrong with vampire sunghoon. very wholesome and “His cold nose brushed against your skin,” for the kiss was just ugh so good.

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favorite: web of hearts (long + first i read, it was such a well built fic with a GOOD kiss scene. honestly still have chills)

least favorite: native languages (i forced myself to read and it wasn’t as good of a reactions idea as others i’ve read.

#2024 reads #fanfic #aespa #nct #plave #riize #p1harmony #ateez #enhypen

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what was your favorite part to write in sfd till now? can we get a little preview please 🥺

hello!!! sfd is currently at 12k, and tbh it's been very fun to write (so i kind of have a soft spot for All Of It) but my favorite so far has to be this lil moment:

“You— You used to be scared of swimming?”

“Yup. Terrified,” he nods. “You want to know what I thought would happen if I went into the deep end?”

“What?”

“I thought I’d sink like a stone, and that no one would be able to get to me before it was too late. The thought of it was so awful that I’d start freaking out whenever anyone even mentioned swimming. I psyched myself out of it for an entire summer.”

The image of little kid Jeno being afraid of swimming is, admittedly, a little funny now that he’s like this: Mr. Big Swimmer Guy, teaching classes, that same kid but who now voluntarily does things like this for fun. This is such an appalling concept that you don’t notice when Jeno loosens his grip on you a little, when your feet stop trying as hard to find footing.

“Then what,” you ask, teasing, “You put your foot in the water once and the fear evaporated? You dove off into the deep end and started doing tricks?”

Jeno pouts. “No. You’re lucky I can’t splash you. I didn’t start doing tricks— Before I got better at being in the water by myself, my sister helped me get out of my own head by doing this.”

“This?” you echo.

He only smiles. You’re not quite sure why, until you realize what you’ve been doing for the last few minutes. He’s… He’s pulling you around. Your feet aren’t on the ground. They’re floating off behind you, drifting, and the only thing keeping you above the water is Jeno tugging you along—

—And then you make the mistake of looking down, and everything immediately goes wrong.

i hope this gave you a good sneak peek into what's to come, nice anon :-*, thank you for sending me a message!!!!!

#dojun talks #dojun answers #anon #fic: sfd #jeno is so cute in this i love him #a lot of samoyed energy here

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ohhmydyosfics · 4 years

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(Noren) No Running

In his defense, ever since their family moved, Renjun has met what feels like fifty Mr. Lees, he had two different professors last term with the surname Lee, he has two friends with the surname Lee and he doesn’t even have that many friends. Not that he would admit that. But all that being said, all the odds in his favor it’s just his luck that Chenle’s Mr. Lee is Jeno Lee. As in Jeno Lee of cardigans and glasses and thousand yard stares in the library, Jeno Lee. Jeno Lee of crinkly eyed smiles and gently chastising Renjun for bringing his coffee into the library, but never asking him to throw it out. Jeno Lee who sits across from Renjun while they study sometimes, but not really talking besides the occasional hushed comment.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23788954

#No Running #Noren #Jeno #Renjun #NCT #NCT Dream #fanfic #oneshot #cute #fluffy #college AU #swimmer!Jeno #fave

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nam-nam-joon · 5 years

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finish line

Pairing: jeno x reader ; jungwoo x reader

Genre: angst, fluff, conflict

Wordcount: 9.2k

Warnings: swearing, past relationships, hurt

Summary: after winning last year's most important swim competition, ending a succesful year of training and race after race, the friendship between lee jeno and you comes to an abrupt halt when he breaks off all contact over the summer. come next school year he turns up a new fratboy - dropping his passion of swimming in favour of new interests

and yet he seems not entirely able to drop you, too.

@kacchand & @gorls-gorls

“Y’should come hang out with us, there’s another party at Epsilon Zeta tonight. Will be fun.”

You spared him a glance, momentarily diverting your attention from the paper in front of you and twirling the pen between your fingers, similar to how he was spinning the football in his hands.

“Yeah, fun for you and everyone else that only has two brain cells. Thanks, but no thanks. I need my eight hours of sleep to function.”

A frown wound its way on Jeno’s face. You stopped twirling your pen and went back to reread the last paragraph in your book, picking up a highlighter to continue what you had started before your local fratboy had so ungracefully interrupted.

“We never hang out anymore. What happened? Used to be such fun to be around you.”

His voice was tinged with sadness. You paused in your working, again. This time you didn’t look up at him, but past your book from underneath your lashes.

“I don’t know. It’s probably thanks to your new bros at your fraternity, or the fact you picked up football, or that you showed up to swim practice a whole lot of two times in this year. You tell me, Jeno. You tell me.”

He leaned forward, balancing the item of leather on his legs. His lips, parted to say something, snapped shut as you spoke up again, eyes still fixed on your book, capped end of your pen tapping your paper.

“Speaking of which, how’s that going? Football? Heard you’re having a great time there.” And at the afterparties.

He was uncomfortable now, his shoulders on different heights as he attempted to find a more relaxed position.

“The team’s great, and they- we’re really gettin’ a feel for each other. It’s fun to game with them. We’re a team.”

“What about your first team? The swim team? We don’t matter anymore?”

The way his lips pursed and his head rolled back told you enough - not that you had needed to hear or see it to know.

“Come on, you know that with you is different than... whatever that was with the swim team. I don’t even know why I joined, I don’t-”

The annoyance within you switched to sadness.

“You joined the swim team because you’re a great swimmer, Jeno. We both joined because we have fun swimming. And I wouldn’t even care if your interests changed, that’s perfectly normal, that happens, but to just leave us hanging like that? Leave me hanging like that? We have the first competition coming up next month, and our best swimmer won’t be there.” Bitterness now swung in your words as you shut your books, deciding this was as much work as you could get done today.

“Where are you going?” Jeno piped up, eyes wide and the smirk that had become so typical for him completely wiped off his face. You would’ve lied if you’d said it didn’t drive a thorn deeper into your heart that he just didn’t acknowledge what you’d just said.

“I’m done with this. The next time you wanna quit something, have the heart to let people know to not wait for you, but don’t come creeping after me to whine about ‘oh how fun it always used to be’ to hang out and wonder why that isn’t anymore, when you know damn well why. Face it, J, the only reason we kept seeing each other was three times a week for swim practice, and you decided to ditch that, so excuse me for not chasing after your alcohol-loving, girls fucking, football driven ass.”

With that you left, biting on your lower lip and sucking in a deep breath to keep the tears pooling in your eyes at bay.

He didn’t need to see just how much it hurt.

The library didn’t tolerate shouting and to your relief he didn’t come after you. No, the times in which he could read you like a book where long past now.

You tsked softly to yourself, pushing the doors of the building open and stepping out into the unused air.

Who did he think he was, just plopping down in the seat across from you after weeks of not speaking, seeing him?

It was ridiculous, how easily you accepted him back into your space, after all of that.

“Jeno’s not coming anymore.” You informed Jungwoo, later before practice.

The team Captain frowned.

“Jeno’s dropped out?” Jaehyun asked from where he was stretching, and after he had repeated it, the faces of Chenle and Jisung turned as well. All of them had disappointment written over their expressions.

“He was the best of us. Without him we won’t stand a chance in two weeks.” Jaemin said lowly.

“Guys, guys. Pull yourselves together, alright? We all kinda knew Jeno didn’t put his heart into this anymore. We still got this.” At the glum expressions on the faces surrounding you Jungwoo’s shoulders first dropped before he shook the negative vibes off. “ We’ll still be able to pull this off. Chenle, your time on the sprint is better than ever. Jaehyun, your endurance is incredible. Yuta, you’re perfecting your breaststroke, Jennie your turns are phenomenal. Just because we lost one of us doesn’t mean we’re gonna fail, as a team! We’re still strong together, with or without Jeno. Sure, maybe we’ll lag behind in the relay a bit, but _______ can fill in for him just fine, we got this! Don’t let this influence you negatively, you are still. Strong.” Jungwoo lowered his clipboard and looked around. “I don’t care if we don’t have such a great start into the season as last year, last year was spectacular and not comparable to anything we ever had. So let’s make this year fun. Let’s have fun with what we do best, which is punching water and kicking other team’s ass.” He looked around, from one face to the other. “We got this, do you hear me?! Let me hear it!”

“Yeah! We got this!” A chorus of half and half boys and girls replied, fists in the air, no matter if they were on land or in the water already.

“We’re so fucked.”

Jungwoo dropped his duffel next to the rack you used to dry clothing, and motioned for you to hand him your own swim bag. You gave it a kick that made it slide over and softly bump into his ankle, and with a sigh he went to work.

“I thought we got this?” You helped him set up the rack correctly, clicking the safety into place that he had forgotten the first time. Tender brown eyes met yours over the strings that held up your swim suits, and he lowered the first big towel.

“You know that was just to keep them motivated. Without Jeno, we can basically go home. He was the reason we took off like that last year, I thought… I thought this year would be just as good. What happened over the summer? Did something change? Did you do something?”

You threw one of the smaller hair towels at him and he grinned, signalling he didn’t really mean the last sentence.

“Fuck do I know, man. He decided to come and get on my nerves this noon actually, when I was studying. Is a real football slash fratboy now, carrying a ball and all. Disgusting.”

Jungwoo sighed and came around the rack after hanging up his own swim shorts, hooking his right arm over your right shoulder, his knuckles brushing your collarbone. Both of you took a quiet moment to just stare out of the small window, into the shady alley between the student dorms.

“Did you try talking to him?” You asked, arms crossed over your chest but leaning into Jungwoo’s side. “I don’t know if it’ll be any good at this point, but just… to make things formal, in a way? He never said he switched, I’m not saying you should trick him back into the team with something like bureaucracy, but… Y’know?”

The warm arm slipped off your shoulder and its owner traipsed into the small kitchen, rummaging through the freezer.

“I went to see him, after he had missed practice a whole week and wasn’t answering my texts. One of his fratbros, the one that looks like he’s constantly ready to rip his shirt of and shred you, didn’t even let me past their door. Said Jeno was busy or some. I don’t know.” Jungwoo closed the door with his elbow and plopped the box with pizza on the stove, turning on the toaster oven before retrieving the baking plate from within. “I have to admit, I was really lazy about that, though. Should’ve caught him after class or so, not just… give up after one try.”

He sighed.

“Yeah, well.” You sighed, too, and picked out two glasses from the cupboard. “Cheers to my flatmates being at Epsilon Zeta’s party and us having the space all to ourselves.”

The somewhat tired expression on Jungwoo’s face changed into that of dark glee.

“Oh, we will.”

“I told Jeno I’d need my sleep when he invited me over to that dumb party, I doubt he’d accept this as sleep.” Your voice was a bit thick from where you were mushed against Jungwoo’s side, halfway through ‘The Two Towers’.

“Well, fuck Jeno and his pretty uwu-smile. At least you’re still here.” Jungwoo took another swig from the coke bottle, not bothering with the glasses you’d used before and now safely stored on the couch table, on each side of the opened bag of chips and other sweets. Your friend groaned comfortably after he’d stretched one leg and placed the socked foot on the edge of the already heavily laden table.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, I won’t suddenly stop coming. I love swimming too much for that.”

“Oh yeah?” He glanced down on you, lips flushed from drinking and the hot pizza sauce. His soft, light brown hair let a single strand fall into his eyes where the rest was brushed back. “What about me? Do I not matter to you at all?”

You chuckled.

“Yes, my cherished team Captain, you are the other, sole reason I ever attend practice.”

He let out a satisfied grumble. “Good. ‘Cause if you were to quit as well, we’d be fucked. Like for real. I’d resign instantly.”

One and a half weeks later, after one of the two last practices before the first competition, someone entered the pool area as you were currently very busy staying out of the water, with almost all of the younger ones beckoning you closer to the edge, just once _______, please; but you knew what their prying hands were after and you wouldn’t allow them the satisfaction of getting what they wanted. Your clothes were nice and dry; you had taken the opportunity to observe everyone swimming this time instead of training, yourself; there was no need to change that now.

Your plan had one fatal flaw, however, which came in the shape of your Captain - and his very own hands, pushing you into the water.

A shout of surprise left your lips as you tumbled down, but not before your fingers locked in an iron grip around the collar of Jungwoo’s polo shirt, dragging him in with you.

Splashing and cheers filled the hall as Jungwoo resurfaced, shaking water out of his hair and rubbing at his eyes, a big grin on his face.

“I’m gonna make you swim extra laps for that, _______!” He threatened, floating closer to where you were currently pulling yourself out of the water by the ladder’s handlebars. “Get back in here!”

His hands closed around your hips, almost ready to pull back, when Chenle’s voice suddenly rang out, disbelief swinging in it.

“Jeno?”

The whole pool fell silent.

Jungwoo’s hands tightened around your middle before he let go and dropped back into the water as Jeno came towards your corner, pants rolled up over his ankles and feet bare. One hand was stuffed into his pocket, the other rubbed his neck.

“Hey, everyone.”

You took the last step out of the water and rose to your full height, stepping up to him and making room for the drenched Jungwoo to escape the water as well.

“What do you want here?” Arms crossed over your chest by themselves. A warm hand fell on your shoulder.

“Hi. Is there anything we can help you with, Jeno?”

Jeno’s eyes wandered from your position, locked and unrelenting, over Jungwoo’s hand on your shoulder to the more open, but still reserved, posture of his old Captain.

“Yeah, I, uh… I just… wanted to say, good luck, for the event. It’s this weekend, right?”

“That’s right, yeah. Thank you, it’s appreciated. Anything else?”

“Uh…” Jeno’s eyes swerved over the pool, over the faces of your team mates, who had gathered on the edge of the water and hung on the lane partitions, sprinkled around the corner you stood at. “Uh, nah. Nothing else.”

Without any more words the black haired guy turned around and walked out, leaving you to look at each other in mild confusion and disbelief.

As the door in the direction of the lockers swung shut, you elbowed Jungwoo.

He rubbed the spot between his ribs and send you an accusing look.

“You wanted to talk to him? Go talk to him, now.”

You threw him a towel and he caught it, falling into a jog and not long after vanished, hot on Jeno’s trail.

With a sigh you grabbed your bag and water bottle where you had dropped them during the assault.

“Alright everyone, fun time’s over. Get out of there and showering. Don’t forget to put your hats on and dry your hair before going outside, Jungwoo will roast you alive if any of you gets sick before Saturday.”

“I’m more afraid of what _______’ll do to us if we get sick. Jungwoo would just give us tea and send us home or something…”

“Jisung, I heard that!”

The boy in question ducked his head, giving a sheepish grin over his back before speed walking into the showers, Chenle in tow.

Saturday came, faster than anticipated. Class had kept you busy during the mornings and the last training had happened without much faze, despite the unclear reasons as to why Jeno had really visited the pool before.

The younger ones pushed you to explain, counting on your close relationship with the Captain, but you could only shrug.

“He’ll have his reasons, both of them, for sure. Some kinda unspoken guy-thing, maybe.”

And now here you were, shaking your head at Jungwoo, sitting wrapped in a thick scarf with a running nose and a box of Kleenex on his lap, across the aisle on the bus with you and the rest of the team.

“How long were you out in the cold like that, anyways?” You asked, pausing your observing of the landscape passing by outside.

Jungwoo stubbornly shrugged, keeping his silence about the encounter. Almost everyone else was asleep in the rows behind you, the early morning not helping.

“Did he hand in his formal resignation? Finally made it official?”

Jungwoo sneezed into another tissue and shook his head.

“...so? What did he say? Did he say anything? Why are you so cryptic about everything?”

You whipped your head around and lifted an accusing finger. “-Don’t you dare say ‘You will see’, I’m- No.”

Your Captain shut his mouth again. You stared at him a while longer, lips pressed into a single line.

“Fine. Whatever. Keep your si- Bless you. Keep your silence, if it makes you happier. I can’t be bothered with this right now.”

And you demonstratively fully turned in your seat, showing him the cold shoulder.

It didn’t take five minutes until someone poked your arm. Already annoyed you twisted your head, ready to rip Jungwoo a new one, when the face of Jaehyun abruptly shut any plans of whisper-yelling down.

“Hey.” He said lowly, and you scrambled to scoot over into the seat closer to the window, shoving your jacket off the other seat and under the empty row in the front.

“Hey- Jaehyun? Whatcha doing here?”

The other slid into the cleared spot and buried his exposed hand back into its sweaterpaw. You couldn’t make anything of the almost condescending look on his face.

“I, ah, kinda heard you and Woo just now. J is still haunting your mind as well, huh?”

You often forgot that Jaehyun was one of the oldest members of the team, alongside Jungwoo and yourself. When he joked and goofed around with the younger ones it was easy to look over his toned form that spoke of a little more training, a little more experience, and so whenever he approached you, the Vice Captain, not as just a swimmer but as an actual person who was in the year above yours, it always came as a surprise.

Now you gave him a side-eyed look, trying to judge if it’d impact the team if you’d tell him.

A quick glance over to Jungwoo showed your Captain out cold, Kleenex in hand.

You sighed.

“Honestly? I hate how I’m still thinking about him. I know it’s not been that long, but really, if he decided to fuck off like this, he doesn’t deserve me pondering about it, and especially not Woo, and while we’re at it who does he think he is, just waltzing in on practice like that, disrupting everyone? The newbies just got used to him /not/ being there, and then he just- Ugh. And it’s not like I’m safe outside either, he can just decide to come sit down next to me while I’m trying to study and I can do fuck all about that. Fuck. Fuck him. I hate him.”

You resolutely crossed your arms over your chest and sat back, a mix of a frown and a pout on your face.

Jaehyun dropped his gaze to his knees and fiddled with a lose thread on the hem of his sweater.

“Sounds like you guys were pretty close. I know you joined the team together last year but...”

He trailed off, lifting his eyes after a moment.

“Yeah. You could say that.” The bitterness of your words left an aftertaste on your tongue.

“Did you guys were in a relationship and broke up?”

You sighed and stared at the headrest of the seat in front of you. “Nah.”

“Neither?”

“Yup.” You plopped the ‘p’.

Jaehyun turned his head to face forward again. Then, after a few heartbeats of silence...

“But you love him, don’t you?”

You closed your eyes. “I’m an aromantic asexual, Jae.”

“And? Doesn’t mean you can’t have loved him.”

The glare from your gaze as you rolled your head in his direction made him lift his hands.

Outside the windows the morning dawned in streaks of a smudged grey blue and faded pink.

You didn’t respond until the blue had left the clouds and the sky was a slightly brighter shade of grey.

“Yeah.”

It was small and so quiet that you almost hadn’t heard yourself; not to speak of Jaehyun, who you weren’t even sure had stayed.

“Hm?”

A yawn stretched your face, but when you closed your mouth again all anger had left your body. You were just tired and miserable.

“Yes, Jaeyhun, I love Jeno. But admitting that doesn’t help anyone now.”

Jaehyun continued to look at you for a while longer and under his heavy gaze you shrunk back in your seat.

“Stop looking at me like that.” It came out more vulnerable than intended and you bit on your lower lip.

“It sucks.” He said, and there was nothing but honesty in his voice. “Losing someone like that. Does he know? That you love him, I mean?”

“Pff.” You settled into a new position and blinked away your tears. “Don’t think he’d care much even if he did. This is not some dumb rom-com where A tells B they’ve been in love all this time and then B suddenly turns their life around bcuz LuOvE.” You mimicked the Spongebob meme and Jaehyun chuckled.

Your eyes stayed on him a while longer until the smallest smile made your lips twitch upwards.

“Yeah, guess you got a point there. Alright. Sorry that I’ve been a bit of a bother, but was nice talking with you.” He lifted from his seat and promptly had to reach out a hand to the roof of the bus that curved over your seat as the driver swerved into a different lane.

Your lips curled some more as Jae pursed his.

“Hey, Jae. Why didn’t you opt for the spot of Captain?”

He turned his head to look back at you, a fond smile on his face.

“I’m a person that can better follow than lead, trust me. But between you and Woo...” His eyes travelled to the Captain, with his head rolled back and mouth open. “-You got it handled pretty well, let me tell you.”

You huffed good-naturedly and the other returned to his seat further back, just as you passed a sign that listed the distance to today’s destination.

It would be another good hour and so you put your chin in your hand, staring out the window, as sleep was nowhere close in the range of possibilities.

The hall was as noisy and packed as ever during competition season.

You wondered if the scent of chlorine and the warm, moist air would ever lose their effect of making adrenaline jolt you wide awake, fill you with anticipation at feeling the water surround you again.

There were already people warming up in the pool, the continuous splashing of swimmers jumping in at one end and turning at the other being the backdrop of endless chatter, cheers, shouts...

You plucked the clipboard out of Jungwoo’s hand as he struggled to balance the box of tissues, the small bag with already used ones, his own sportsbag and the aforementioned board after following you into the main hall.

“Can you check whe- Achoo! Where our seats are?”

“Bless you. Already on it... Row M on the Bleachers. Fuck they have a whole viewing tribune here... Looks like we gotta climb some stairs. You good Cap?”

Jungwoo was quick to nod, lips parted to breathe easier.

“Here, you go ahead. I’ll make sure no one got lost on their way in.” You motioned for him to go forward and turned back, gaze already scanning the mix of capped and bare heads above the mass of school-colour-coordinated outfits.

You missed the way Jungwoo’s eyes scanned the rows of visitors above the other participants.

Warm up was done and by now you were sitting in your shorts and slightly too big team-shirt squished between Jaehyun and Mina, your usual controlled self to the outer world while your heart fluttered like a small bird in the cage of your chest.

The first races would start soon and the emotions vibrating in the hall were already high strum – not even Jaehyun’s reassuring, tight hold around your side could change that. He was too attentive to have missed the nervous silence that had fallen over you, while the newbies whispered about their envy for the unbothered-ness of their Vice Captain.

Jungwoo was nowhere in sight.

“I swear to god if Woo misses the solo races-“

“Language.”

“Fuck off Jae. Where is that walking germ machine?”

“I think I saw him taking the stairs to the rows above us, for the visitors. Do you know if he expected someone to come with us?” Jennie leaned over Mina’s lap, eyes round.

Out of reflex you turned and looked over the seats, not able to spot Jungwoo’s face mask in the mass that still hadn’t settled down.

An unidentifiable feeling crept into your gut.

“Probably seeing if he can sneak better seats for the relays or some shit. Whatever.”

But your knuckles turned white around the clipboard in your lap.

Silence lasted on the hall, droning over the smooth surface of the undisturbed water, rolling between the starting blocks, circling around your form before piling as anticipation inside you.

Goggles in hand you slipped out of your flip flops, placing them aside before pulling the elastic over your head and sticking the lenses over your eyes.

Three short whistles sounded and the excitement pooled in your stomach, nervous energy simmering and beginning to boil in your legs as you climbed the first step.

The lane was short, 25m, so you’d have a turn on your 50m Butterfly.

One long whistle and you stepped up to the top, dropping into a crouch.

Breathe in. And out.

Time seemed to stretch into eternity. Faintly you could hear the lights buzzing overhead, through the rubber cap closing your ears. You wanted to jump in, now, now, now, now-

The grizzled voice of one of the referee’s speaking into a megaphone made goosebumps rise all over your body.

“Ready-“

The next sound was so ingraved into your mind your hands twitched in anticipation of hearing it.

The beep sounded through the hall and before you could think about it the water surrounded you.

Below the surface it was calm and quiet, even with your arms and legs moving, propelling you forward. Every time you came up for air it was like hell had broken lose right here and now, so loud were the yells and deafening screams filling the previously empty air.

Then you dove back down, eyes focusing on the tiles of the pool below, and it didn’t matter anymore.

You pushed through the turn, only coming up for air after having skipped it right before going into it.

Lane six on your left lagged about a quarter lane behind you while lane four on your right was close in front.

By the time you slapped both hands against the space below the starting block you’d jumped off not even two minutes before, your arms were screaming and you silently cursed yourself for not warming up better as the beginning of a cramp threatened to take over your left calve.

Several other hearty ‘slap’s could be heard not long after you had arrived.

Only after the referee nodded its head did you pull yourself up and out of the water, shaking with adrenaline and only beginning to come down from panting and a racing heartbeat.

Jungwoo was waiting with Jaehyun behind lane four, where your teammate would start for Freestyle in one of the next rounds. Your Captain smiled through his facemask, excitedly giving you a thumb up before you slipped back into your shoes and gratefully took the towel Jaehyun threw at you.

“You totally came in first!” Jungwoo exclaimed as you stepped up to them. One of your eyebrows rose, sceptical.

“Yeah right. I fucked up the last sprint, there’s no way I could make it before lane three.”

“We’ll see. Results should come in before one PM.”

You towelled off roughly before wrapping yourself in it. “How late’s it now?”

“Half past twelve.”

You nodded before the slightly sour expression vanished from your face and you clapped a hand to Jaehyun’s still dry shoulder.

“Kick it, Jae. You can do this.”

He gave you a grin and lifted his palm. With a smirk you met it in a High Five that left both your hands burning. Jaehyun laughed.

As it turned out you had indeed won your round of Butterfly and advanced to the next round, as did Jaehyun. Several of the newbies clocked in second or third, and Jungwoo was in high spirits as he plopped down next to you around half past two.

Part of your sandwich slipped down the wrong pipe and you coughed, tears rising into your eyes.

For the time being the pool was reserved for the second warm-ups, which lowered the sense of fierce competition in the air.

“We’re off not too bad.” His voice was somewhat dulled through the mask, but the way his eyes bend into crescents told you he was pleased. After taking another bite you peeked over his arms on the spreadsheet that he had noted everyone’s name, discipline, round, lane, and time.

You scoffed at the little heart he’d drawn next to your winning time.

“This is going better than I expected, to be honest. Mina is up next, they’re starting breaststroke in her year now. “

“When are relays again?”

“Uhh... To- Morrow? No, here, at seven. Mixed relays are at seven, the others are tomorrow, after the endurance and seconds rounds from today. No wait, we have our relay tomorrow, too; today is just for younger aged mixed teams. Wow what a mess... Freaky scheduling.”

“I am shivering in fear of whoever planned this out. When are we supposed to head out? I feel like we’re lagging behind.” You swallowed the last bite of your sandwich half and longingly stared at the second one. You knew you couldn’t eat it now, it’d weight too heavy during your Freestyle race coming up. Instead of the delicious bread and veggies, you settled for a cereal bar as a dessert.

“Have you seen Mina?” Jaehyun yelled from the stairs over the heads of several bickering swimmers from a neighbouring team. Jungwoo shook his head.

“Isn’t she warming up right now?”

“Did you check the locker rooms?” Jaeyhun lifted his hands at your question and shook his head at Jungwoo’s.

You were half out of your seat when Jungwoo gently pushed you back down, rising in your stead.

“You stay and digest properly, I don’t want you throwing up. Jaehyun, I’ll be there in a second, give me a moment – Any of you seen her?” He asked, directed at Chenle and Jennie, wrapped in an intense game of Uno with two of their friends from a different team. Both shook their heads, but Jennie shoved her cards into Chenle’s chest and followed her Captain away.

Fifteen minutes later and they hadn’t shown up yet, time for warm ups running out and the next round of races coming up fast.

On your ride back home you sat with an arm slung around Mina, wrapped in Jaeyhun’s soft pullover, far too big on her.

Her tears had subsided by now, but her head was still resting on your shoulder, her body curled into yours.

Jennie had found her sobbing in a toilet stall in the girl’s locker room, overwhelmed by the experience and shaken to the core at the fear of coming in last in her round, or even approaching the starting block.

After much coaxing and reassuring words from you and Jennie she’d finally come out and, in the end, had gotten her chance to swim after all, as Jisung had intentionally messed up his start, delaying the whole round by several minutes as one of the resident hot heads hadn’t heard the multiple honks of the siren, signalling the cancellation of the first start.

Too exhausted from the day, you fell into bed that night, not bothering to check your phone or do anything else besides hang up your gear to dry in time for tomorrow and wolf down an unholy amount of pasta.

The second day of the tournament started as early as the last one. The bus was silent, only Jungwoo’s sniffling ringing through it.

Mina sat next to you again, but this time in support of you, how she had phrased it – you did have your seconds round today as well as the relay.

She was currently napping, her head laying on your shoulder, while you scrolled through your Captain’s phone, reading an updated schedule he’d downloaded before boarding.

They switched some of the second rounds around, but most of it was training races anyway.

Mina mumbled a few nonsense words and snuggled closer. You took a moment to lower the mobile device and lay your cheek on the crown of her head.

Forcing the memory of a similar scene, only with you in Mina’s place and Jeno in yours, out of your head, you went back to the chart on the display.

The first tournament completely without Jeno. You thought to yourself. It didn’t feel like that, not really.

He could’ve just went to the toilet and stayed there, and you caught yourself, later, sat on the bleachers again. Caught yourself looking up after cracking a particular lame joke, only to quickly dip your eyes back down, realizing Jeno’s smile wouldn’t be there to affirm that the joke was, indeed, as terrible as Jaehyun proclaimed.

You couldn’t find it in you to care much for what went down in the pool below the handrails of the bleachers, pretended to nonetheless to not discourage the newbies.

Jungwoo found you half an hour later just outside the doors, basking in a spot of thinning sunlight, with a cup of overpriced gummies.

“You good?”

“Yeah, Just want to get this over with and go to sleep...” Sudden realization dawned on you. “Fuck tomorrow is a school day.”

A hand came up to rub over your face and stayed over your eyes. “I’m too tired, Woo. I’ll have to pass the relay. Swimming my seconds was too much.”

You were only half joking at this point, but Jungwoo just closed his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder.

“It’s too much.” You whispered into his shoulder, and he only held you closer.

“I’m going first, everyone else knows the order, right? Right. Okay. Remember, we don’t need to win, but if we do... That’d be nice. Okay, we’re up next. Don’t die and have fun.”

“Inspirational.” You heard Yuta muttering after you had already turned around and put on your goggles, and Sicheng hummed in agreement.

Your irritated eyes searched for your Captain among the rows of the bleachers, but once more, he was nowhere to be found. Oh well.

Before the masses calmed down you felt three hands on your shoulders, giving a reassuring squeeze.

You didn’t need to turn back to know all of your teammates were silently showing you their support through a simple gesture.

“We’re with you till the end of the line.” Yuta mumbled, barely loud enough to hear over the general ruckus.

Strength flooded your arms, spread through your middle and stretched down into your legs.

The simple comment, the quiet acknowledgement of the pain that came with having to go first, to lead them all, with this whole situation, because just last year it had been Jeno standing in almost the exact same spot you were in now, facing the water with nothing but determination and a will too strong to turn back now.

The trust they placed in you made you lift your chin. It fuelled the rage burning inside your chest, about how unfair all of this was, how you had never aimed for leadership, how it had been thrust upon you and how you were still too proud to let anyone else handle it.

The first whistle sounded and you took a step forward, the warm fingers letting go of your shoulders, but the feeling of unrelenting trust, appreciation and team spirit stayed. It radiated from your shoulders and spread behind you like blazing wings burning brighter than the stars.

The first 50m were a blur. Your flat hand hit the end of the lane with a loud clap and a shadow jumped over you, dove into the water and was gone.

The water clung to you as you pulled yourself up and out, but it had to let you go as you gave a reassuring touch to both Jenny and Sicheng, anxiously waiting their turn.

The situation in the pool didn’t look too bad. Jennie filed you in on your great start and the distance you built up that the other teams currently struggled to match, with how Yuta was zooming through the blue water, closing in on the turn zone again.

Sicheng jumped in next and lost a bit of distance after he messed up the turn, but then he came back, giving the lane to Jennie who seemed possessed by a fierce energy to make it at least third.

She was good, you noticed every time you watched her swim. When she overtook lane two in her turn your heart began to beat faster again – she was in third now, only a meter separating her from lane three. If she could make the distance up...

It was easy to give into the spirit, to yell along your other swimmers, focusing your whole attention on the girl in the water below, trying to push her forward with the shouts.

When she surfaced, only a few arm lengths from the end your heart jumped into your throat. Lane six had already wrapped their relay, way before anyone else, but Jennie...

Jennie pulled through, skipped coming up for air with her last four strokes in favour of utilizing all her remaining strength.

When she hit the end of the lane your eyes flew to lane three. You caught the moment their swimmer came in – moments after Jennie.

She had won - you had won.

You reached out with the arm that wasn’t slung around Sicheng’s middle when she got out of the water, out of breath and not knowing what had happened yet.

Sicheng yelled “We won! Well we kinda lost but we still won!”

You pulled her into the group hug you shared with Yuta, and all of you stuck your heads together and grinned, happiness and the elation of knowing you won making your hearts soar.

In the end it turned out that lane six had set some uber-intense results, beating a competition record and leaving virtually everyone in their metaphorical dust, but that didn’t matter.

You, for yourself, among the less victory-driven teams, had won.

Around you the competition continued but you didn’t care about it anymore. With your head in Yuta’s lap, legs over Jennie’s, a big smile plastered over your face and Sicheng half-heartedly commenting the events that took place below you all, it was enough.

It was enough, you thought to yourself, closing your eyes against the ceiling and, for the first time this school year, feeling utterly able to relax. Let go of the stress and anxiety that snuck around your days.

In this moment you were weightless.

“Hey guys!” Jungwoo’s voice reached you, and Sicheng broke off his commentary completely. You didn’t move, too comfortable in your spot.

“I’m so happy you won the relay! Lane six were idiots for starting in the same time slot, of course no one could match them- But you! You guys did it! You won! I’m so proud of you! –And you, especially!”

A finger poked your stomach, into the soft tissue there, and you let out a noise of protest that morphed into a whine as you wrapped your arms around your middle and turned your head. Then you cracked an eye open, already complaining about how this treatment was not what you deserved and how you had expected better from him, how you felt utmost betrayed, when a person behind your Captain leaned around the brunet and said “Looks like you really still got it.”

The words you’d wanted to say dropped back down your throat. An uncomfortable silence spread within you, half still caught in the euphoric feeling that the win had brought with it, half sluggish from the serene mood that had settled over your small corner of the bleachers.

Jeno beamed around Jungwoo, who looked over the present faces, smiling despite his still reddened nose.

With a sigh you pulled your legs off Jennie and sat up, waiting a heartbeat for your heart to get accustomed to the change of position before standing up and without much care pushed past the two males.

This was not something you could use now, still tasting victory alongside the chlorine water on your lips.

But of course he was here for a reason, and that seemed to involve you, and so he caught you at the end of the stairs.

“Hey, _______, wait. Can- Can I talk to you?”

“No.” You answered flatly, figuring the quickest way to momentarily get rid of him would be the toilets.

“Jungwoo said you’d be- Can you slow down please? I just wanted to congratulate you on your relay today; that was really great. _______, please? Are you even listening to me?”

He had grabbed your wrist and tugged at it. You forcefully ripped it out of his grasp, turned in your spot and glared him down.

“What do you really want here? I know you don’t care about swimming anymore, otherwise it’d have been you out there, swimming in the relay, fighting alongside us. Is this some kind of self-redemption thing? You thinking if you just blabber us full of meaningless talk it’ll ease on the loss you caused the team? What?”

He kept quiet for a heartbeat, eyes staring into yours, lips moving without sound.

“Although I gotta give it to you, I didn’t expect you to come all the way out here to pull some bullshit like this, or-“ A twitch of his cheek and your heart fell. “Ah. Right. It wasn’t your idea. Did Jungwoo ask you to come here? To, I don’t know, fuck shit up even more? Just stay away Jeno. You don’t get to ruin this.”

“Actually... It was my idea to ask if he wanted to come.” Came a quiet voice from behind you.

Upon turning you couldn’t believe your eyes. Jaehyun stood in front of the doors leading to the showers, towelling himself off even though his hair kept dripping down his chest.

“You.” You stated, feeling part of the annoyance, the blatant hurt within you, turn and direct itself at the dark brunet. You pressed your lips together, mulling over the emotions welling within you and how betrayal was swirling into it.

“And what did you think this would bring?”

“A chance for both of you to speak yourself out.” Jaeyhun simply stated, dropping the towel around his shoulders, crossing his arms and using his posture as a way to add an intimidating ring to his words. “I know you still have an earful for this idiot, and as it happens, I’m friends with his Coach, and it looks like Jeno has a some pent up feelings about all of this, too. So, you’re welcome. Now get along, children.”

He shooed you in the direction of the hallways, leading into various directions.

“Will you... Will you listen to me, now?” Came the voice from Jeno, shortly behind you.

You stopped halfway between the showers and the common areas, arms crossing over your chest and leaning back against the wall. Any people previously milling in the space cleared out as the line-up for the next relay got announced.

“So? What do you want to say.”

“Can we do this one for one? I say something, you say something?”

He had the decency to look somewhat bashful. You narrowed your eyes at him and kept quiet, save for the slightest incline of your head.

“Okay,” He sighed, his back hitting the wall opposites you. “I’ll go first, I guess.”

He ran a hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry. For completely ignoring you over the summer.” He swallowed, staring at the floor. As you didn’t speak up, his eyes slipped up, landing on your face. “Your... your turn.”

You were tempted to not say anything. Just keep quiet, let him stew in his own juices, never opening your mouth again.

“I’m really fucking disappointed in you. For just dropping what we had, what we had with the team during last school year. Just like that. With no explanation.”

He ducked his head.

“I- I, I started to have... There were some things I needed to sort out, and then Jungwoo and you started to really hit it off during the few times we met for swimming after winning the year’s finals, and I... I felt... I was jealous. Because you liked him so much more than me. No, I’m-“ He held up a hand as you wanted to intercept. “I’m not done yet. I realized how dumb it was, over the summer, when I didn’t text you, or saw you, or anything. I- God I missed you like crazy. But every time I picked up the phone to send a funny video to you, or a pic, or... anything, really, I just. I couldn’t get over myself and how shitty I treated you and Jungwoo during the last weeks. And then... summer vacation was over and we were back here, and over the summer I kinda hung out with Johnny, and Doyoung, and... they were really nice, and when a spot at their frat house opened, I jumped at it. The booze and... this sense of, of different.. friendship... helped forget about you, and the team.”

You stared at him, eyebrows drawn, silent.

“It’d have been nice to get an official fuck you note or something from you, something that drew a clear cut in our friendship.”

He pressed his lips together and avoided your gaze.

“I miss swimming. A few times I met up with Jaeyhun, just to spend some time in the water again. I still miss you.”

“I-“ You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose. “I don’t know what this is supposed to achieve. I don’t know why anything I could tell you would change anything.”

“Maybe it doesn’t need to change anything. Just... let’s just say what we have to say? I’m sorry I was too much of a coward to face what I was feeling head on, and that I took it out on you like this. That I was too selfish about my feelings and instead of preserving the friendship I had with you rather shut myself off and pretended to be someone else entirely. That I was such a dick addressing it, wrongly, whenever I sat down with you or met you in the hallway.”

“I don’t know if it’d have changed anything in the way I would’ve seen you if you’d have told me, then.”

You answered truthfully, the venom stealing out of your words. “Whatever the real reason was that you got jealous of Jungwoo and me. But that doesn’t change the fact we haven’t really talked since last year’s finals, and this now, here, you coming here, invading the space you pushed yourself out of-“

You shook your head once, “I appreciate you telling me, whatever this was, I guess, but it doesn’t-“

“It was because I love you, okay?”

Jeno’s sudden outburst made you close your mouth. His eyes glinted, his foot tapped the floor impatiently and he had half peeled himself off the wall.

Your heart slipped past your liver down into the region of your hips.

“It was because I loved you. Different than how I had ever loved someone before. And seeing how easy it was for Jungwoo and you to, to... You were constantly touching. Holding hands, hugging, resting in each other’s space, god, _______, he even had his hand on your thigh during movie nights with the team, while I sat aside, not even able to have my arm around you!”

“That’s not something you have a say in.” You spoke lowly. Jeno’s head whipped around, his eyes wild. His teeth released his lip where he’d bitten down on it.

“Yeah, no, I know- I know okay? Nobody owns you, I know. It just added to how insignificant I felt at that time, my inability to muster the guts to just...”

Something in him seemed to have snapped, releasing the invisible barrier keeping all of this back. You kept silent and watched him spill over.

“I realized I was so incredibly jealous because for Jungwoo it was so easy to just...just do that! And for some reason I just couldn’t. No, I couldn’t, and every time my rational side would go ‘But Jeno you can just ask!’ I just. I just... couldn’t do it. And I hate myself so much for it. I hate that I messed all of this up. I just. The last time we saw each other, before this year’s school, before summer, we didn’t even hug goodbye.”

His voice broke at the end and he stared at your face, shoulders rolling forward, looking utterly lost.

At your unmoving facade he blinked and searched the floor with his eyes instead. When he spoke again his voice was shaking, thin. “I’m sorry. I know what I did was dumb, childish, and I understand if you don’t want to see me ever again after today. I just. Wanted to say this.”

He fell back to the wall, like it had a gravitational pull on him, stuffed his hands in his pockets and huffed out a sigh.

You continued to look at him, mind blanking at the thought of what you could, should, say.

Eventually you settled on something.

“It really hurt, you know? Just suddenly being robbed of my best friend. And it’s not like this would be the first time. You know that, I told you all about the first-“ Deep breathe. “I really thought you’d be better than this. Than all of that. I thought what we had was good, a stable friendship. If you’d have wanted to include more skinship, or anything, into this friendship, you could’ve. Really, you could have just asked. I thought you knew I’d never laugh at you or ridicule you for something like that. I’ve told you things... I don’t even want to think of anymore. You know so much shit about me, and to be honest, I’m just waiting for the day you’re spilling it all out to someone and they start gossiping. I’m waiting for it. I waited for you, too, the whole of summer, the months after vacation. I knew at that point you’d dropped me, and I still couldn’t let you go, because I love my friends, I’ll always do, I just have a loyal heart and I can’t help it, and I really thought you’d know that. That even after all this absolute bullshit of first being mean and a dick and then not talking to me, I’d still take you back. Because that’s how much I love you, Jeno. That’s how weak of a person I am. I can pretend to be strong, or not caring, or like I like to punish newbies for not following guidelines, but the truth is that I will always love too deeply, too fiercely; But maybe that’s because it’s the only love I have to give. Maybe it’s the only thing I can give. Maybe, if I just love someone enough, they’ll see, feel that they are loved one day. Maybe even know it’s me loving them. But evidently, that doesn’t work out. Never does. It doesn’t really surprise me. I’m just disappointed, because you. I thought you knew. I thought you knew how much it meant to me. That you saw how much soul I poured into all of this. I don’t know what to do now. I don’t. I just know that I’ll need time. To digest all of this. I don’t know. I don’t. Know.”

When you looked at him next, you could make out two thin trails of wetness running down Jeno’s cheeks.

“If I. Would you. Could we try again? Can we be friends again? Maybe?”

He asked, so carefully.

You shrugged, glancing at his figure from the corners of your eyes. “I don’t know. It’s not up to me. If you think you can be my friend, fine. But either you’re committing to this, or don’t. I don’t have time for half-assed attempts. And it’ll need time. I can’t just... We can’t just pick up where we left off. It doesn’t work like that.”

He nodded, like he actually understood what you’d been rambling about, even though you weren’t too sure yourself.

Jeno took a deep breath and ran both his palms over his face. You leaned forward, ready to turn and leave, but finding your legs unwilling to unlock just yet. They were stiff from standing still so long, and you frowned down on them.

“Can I. Would- Would you be okay if we hugged?”

You wanted to say no. You wanted to curl away, pull back into your shell, where nothing could hurt you. This conversation, this whole day could have not happened. You could wake up tomorrow and find it was only Saturday, or worse, Friday; the whole weekend of tournament still in your future.

It seemed easy to brush over everything he’d just said, ignore it in favour of holding on to the painful grudge that had holed itself into a spot in your soul.

You wanted to turn on your heels and walk away, let the conflict sink below the surface again, until you went back to ignoring each other in the hallways of school. It seemed so easy.

“Yeah.” It escaped your lips.

Jeno was still warm. His arms were still stronger than they looked. He still liked to tuck his head on your shoulder, even though he had to lean down to do that.

He still had one arm around your lower back and the other over your shoulder blades.

He still remembered you like, longed for, bone crushing hugs that held you together.

Mushed into his chest you allowed the tight knot in your chest to dissipate. Allowed the hot tears to run away, escape your eyelids and spill over.

“It’s been so long, Jeno.” You mumbled into his white shirt. “So long.”

“I’m so sorry. I love you so much. Forgive me, please. For-“ He sucked in a breath, and you could feel his fingers clinging into the rough fabric of your team shirt, into your soft skin below. “I’m so sorry. I was such an idiot, I can’t believe I ever-“

“I accept your apology.” You whispered, and now you could feel Jeno’s chest twitching, moving under your cheek, could feel the quiet sobs as you held each other.

“Wooooo! Jenoooo!!!” Jungwoo shouted, jumping up and down with two comically large Styrofoam hands (both left) pulled over his own.

You chimed into the cheer that roared through the crowd and twisted into a very loud ‘boo!’ as the opposing team pulled a stunt.

Even though you knew nothing about football, and no matter how much Jeno attempted to explain its rules, it wouldn’t stick.

But that was okay.

After the game was won, you still got to run down to the field to hug a disgustingly sweaty Jeno, who’d drop his helmet off to the side and open his arms for you.

You still got to sit on the hood of your new, gently used car, with a box of pizza and a whole 2l bottle of 7up, relishing in the warm summer air that filled the now deserted parking lot behind the stadium.

You still got to watch the sky turn orange, gold and red and pink, and you still got to lean your head on his shoulder, with his head resting on top of yours, damp hair from the shower drying in the still air.

Jungwoo found you and joined you, plopping down next to Jeno, mimicking your position and whining until Jeno placed his other arm around Jungwoo’s shoulders.

And it was good.

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jenobyeol · 5 years

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⎡ 4:31 p.m. ⎦ "watch out!" swimmer! jeno cries just as you slip on a wet tile, lunging forwards to catch your arm only to tumble straight into the pool with you.

#nct #nct dream #jeno #lee jeno #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct fluff #jeno scenarios #jeno imagines #jeno fluff #kpop #au #winter #swimmer jeno #swim au #swimming au #swimmer #sports au

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cuddlejeongin · 5 years

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“ The strongest people aren’t always

the people who win, but the people

who don’t give up when they lose. “

[swimmer x lee jeno]

credit the owners of the pictures!

— for @cinanamon

#p: moodboard #p: requested #kpopwonderlandtag #thekpopnetwork #jeno #nct dream #nct dream jeno #lee jeno #swimmer #swimming #swim aesthetic #blue aesthetic

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jaeminlore · 6 years

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someone tell me to stop being lazy and write

#i have to finish skater!mark and start a third draft on swimmer!hyuck bc i can never get it right #but i also have lifeguard!jaemin and surfer!jeno #the writing tag

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sehunniepotwrites · 2 years

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BABY, DON’T STOP | JH.S

sequel to PARTY FOR TWO you’re so golden: the olympic collection

SYNOPSIS. While Johnny and the rest of your swim team are abroad for a training bootcamp, you’re stuck at home with an injury. Everything’s fine until your boyfriend starts to miss you a little too much and your innocent texts turn into a not-so-innocent FaceTime call.

GENRE. established relationship!au, olympics!au, smut (minors: do not interact!) PAIRING. Olympic Swimmer!Johnny Suh x (f) Olympic Swimmer!reader

WARNINGS. profanity, phone/FaceTime sex, soft dom!Johnny, sub/brat!reader, mutual/guided masturbation, dirty talk, praise kink

WORD COUNT. 4.8k

The whole Olympic swim team, minus you, was in sunny Southern California for a two-week boot camp. You sat out on this extra opportunity to train because you had sustained an injury while slipping by the poolside, and all Johnny Suh wanted to do was hop back on a plane to Korea and find his way back to you.

Training camps sucked, especially when they were abroad. There was nothing else but training during these sorts of things, where you were trapped in a bubble that you couldn’t escape. They pushed athletes harder than ever and at times, Johnny questioned whether or not being a professional swimmer was worth the exhaustion. The ache and pains. The constant checkups with doctors and physical therapists. The attack it had on his mental health. The medals. The fame and glory that came with the titles.

Johnny tried his best to talk himself out of these negative thoughts, knowing that his exhaustion was getting to him, but nothing worked. He wished he could just slip into your bed and wrap his arms around you for some sort of comfort. One more week, he thought to himself.

Johnny used to think that swimming—being in the water and moving with the waves—was his one true love. Much later down the line, he realized that he was wrong. The sport was something he was passionate about, yes, but there was something or someone he loved even more. The light of his life, his golden beam of sunshine, his best friend of several years, an Olympic gold medalist, and now, his loving girlfriend—you.

Just one more week until he could kiss you again.

As he stepped out of the shower, Johnny reached for his towel that hung on the rack. He dried his hair before moving on to his sore body, wincing as he reached down to pat down his legs. Wrapping his towel low around his waist, he skipped the rest of his routine and walked out of the bathroom. He just wanted to hit the mattress and call it a day. Granted, the hotel room’s mattress wasn’t anything like his own memory foam one back home in Korea but it was better than nothing.

“Hey, the bathroom’s all yours,” Johnny nodded to his best friend, Jaehyun, who was fiddling with his phone on his queen bed. The swimmer was still wrapped in his long team parka, his damp head of hair leaning against the headboard.

“You wanna grab dinner with me, Yeri, and Mark tonight? Jeno and the rest of the girls are going elsewhere but we’re thinking of going to that pizza place down the street before meeting up at one of the bars nearby,” Jaehyun asked while fumbling through the closet for a decent outfit. “They’ve got deep dish pizza too!”

Grabbing his phone from the nightstand, Johnny checked the time. It was around 4:00 pm his time, meaning that it was 9:00 am your time. You should be waking up by now. He rejected his friend’s offer with a shake of the head. Scrolling through his phone, he opened up your text thread, already smiling at the last message you had sent him. “I think I’ll see if Flip’s awake yet. I didn’t get a chance to talk to her a whole lot yesterday.”

Jaehyun made his way to the bathroom with his change of clothes in hand. “Tell the brat I said ‘hi!’” was all he said before closing the door behind him.

my big bird: good morning, sweetheart! my big bird: you awake yet? my big bird: i miss you.

It took him five minutes to get a response.

my flipper: i am now.

Johnny grinned. Knowing his girlfriend, you probably fell asleep with your phone next to you on the bed. The constant dinging of your phone probably woke you up from your deep slumber. Moody in the mornings as always but still loveable to him, that was his Flipper alright.

my flipper: you woke me up :( i was having such a nice dream, too

The boy paused, his mind immediately drifting to the dirty parts of his brain. What were you dreaming about? He felt himself twitch underneath the towel that kept him covered. You didn’t even say anything yet and his thoughts were already running amuck. The effect you had on your boyfriend was truly something else.

my big bird: was it about me? my flipper: it was about—

Johnny waited for your response, breath hitched, and eyes focused on the three dots appearing on his screen.

my flipper: me winning a private baekhyun concert and him serenading me with my favorite songs my flipper: and then yOU HAD TO GO AND WAKE ME UP, YOU JERK my flipper: i don’t like you right now

Johnny’s frown dropped. There he was missing you terribly to the point where a random sentence strikes a chord in him while you were dreaming about another man. But if you, his loving girlfriend, ever heard him refer to Byun Baekhyun—your favorite singer in the entire world—simply by ‘another man,’ you would chew his head off. Both heads actually. He winced at the thought.

When you received no response from him after a minute, you sent him a gif of someone sticking their tongue out.

my flipper: you were thinking of something else, weren’t you? my big bird: no my flipper: liarrrrrrr my big bird: you’re annoying. my flipper: but you love me anyway uwu

He chuckled. That Johnny did. There was no denying it at all. He knew it and you did too. So did the rest of Team Korea and their coaches. He was sure the whole world knew at this point from all the social media content you posted together. But it was nice that way, not having to hide his love for you. He could love you freely and unconditionally without anything getting in the way.

Except for the blasted distance. And the ocean. And your injury.

my big bird: of course i do my flipper: cheeseball <3

Johnny shot off a quick text to ask how you were before finally slipping into a pair of clean boxers. Draping his wet towel onto the back of a chair, he let his body sink into his mattress. The cold sheets hitting his back made him sigh, loving the way they felt on his skin. It wasn’t anything like a massage, not like the ones you would give him after a long training session or the professional ones he sought out after rigorous days, but it would do for now.

my flipper: i’m doing okay, just kinda lazy to get up. my flipper: not that i can get up. my flipper: you know, with this injury. my flipper: but how are you? you’re not pushing yourself too hard, are you, babe? my big bird: you’re so dramatic sometimes my big bird: i could be better, everything hurts. coach pushed us way too hard today, he honestly seemed pissed about something my big bird: i think i’m going to die my flipper: ha, who’s being dramatic now?

Shutting his eyes for a second, Johnny rolled his shoulders back and grimaced at the ripple of pain shooting down his back. Maybe he should book an appointment for a cupping session with the team’s physical therapist tomorrow.

my big bird: baby, it really hurts tho my flipper: :( i know, i’m sorry. i know how coach gets when he’s in that sort of mood.

Johnny’s thumbs froze in place when he read your next reply.

my flipper: i wish i was there to give you a massage my flipper: that would probably help a lot, wouldn’t it?

His brain short-circuited, recalling the way your smaller hands would make their way around his aching muscles. Johnny’s thoughts drifted away to the last time you had treated him to a massage. Your hands lathered in the lotion he hated to put on, spreading the cream along his dry skin. He imagined the smell of the lavender massage oil you had purchased just for him, your fingers kneading the knots in his body.

Johnny remembered how you would sometimes place kisses onto his glistening skin, in between his shoulder blades, to the junction of his neck, and maybe one to behind his ear. He shivered, practically feeling your nails scrape along his back before pressing your front to his back. How many of those sessions led to a round of mind-blowing sex?

Shit. Why was Johnny like this? It hadn’t been that long since he last had you. He was only gone for a week. This wasn’t like the time leading up to the Olympics. That was him going months without sex.

At this point, he was addicted to you and your touch. You were his drug and he needed his fill.

His body was flushed with warmth, his cock beginning to strain against his boxers. Glancing down at himself, he scoffed. You drove him absolutely insane. Johnny hated how, at that very moment, he was in a hotel room with Jaehyun as his roomie. He wanted to be with you; he wanted you to tend to his needs before willingly and desperately returning the favor.

my big bird: fuck, it really would my big bird: i wish you were here, sweetheart my big bird: god, i miss you. you don’t even know much, love my flipper: miss you too, baby! i learned a new massage technique from my pt appointment the other day, i could probably do it on you if i was there, ugh

Johnny couldn’t take it anymore. Immediately exiting out of the text thread, he opened the FaceTime app and clicked on your name. You picked up before the second ring.

“What else would you do to me, pretty girl?” His voice was low, his pupils painted with lust. The athlete was still on his back, one hand draped above his head and resting on his fluffy pillow while the other held his phone up high. You could see the way his bare chest took deep breaths as if he was holding himself back.

You laughed in response, running your fingers through your messy hair, clearly entertained by the way his voice dropped. Your boyfriend was always eager, even when he was away from you. Eager for your lips, your hands, and every other part of you that called to him. It made your heart jump but you refrained from telling him so. You wanted to see how far he would take this.

How many hoops would Johnny Suh jump through just to catch a glimpse of you?

Before you could respond to him, your lover spoke up again with that same low tone of his. “You’re wearing my hoodie.”

You snuggled more into it, sneaking a whiff. His scent still lingered on the fabric and you clutch the ends of your sleeves. You missed him and the warmth he provided. The bed was so cold without him by your side. “I always wear your hoodie, you say that like it’s something new. It’s comfy to sleep in.”

Johnny let out a groan, dragging his large, calloused hand over his face. He wished something else rubbed against his face instead but he decided to keep that comment to himself. He couldn’t give in to you that easily. His hand continued to run down his body, ghosting over his pectorals to his abs. His arm rested right above his waistband, restless fingers twitching to touch himself. “Babe, do you honestly know what you’re doing to me right now? Or are you that oblivious?”

“What am I doing to you?” Even without your face showing on camera, he could practically see the smile you were biting back. He heard the amusement in your voice.

“We’re not playing this game right now.” Johnny was starting to think you loved games more than he did and he was the one who started it. But he wasn’t complaining, not in the slightest. He loved this playful side of you. He just needed something a bit more than playful in his moment of need. He needed the vocal side of you, one that didn’t shy away from what she wanted, just like that night the both of you skipped the Gala for the sake of having each other. You were so blunt then, wasting no time skirting around. Johnny wished that version of you would resurface—his wretched girl that made an appearance behind closed doors.

The camera shifted on the bed as you reached over your phone to turn on the lamp sitting on your nightstand. His eyes immediately follow the way his hoodie lifts up your body, revealing your bare legs. Another groan escaped him. Of course, you weren’t wearing any pants. You were home after all. If you had it your way, you would walk around in oversized shirts—his shirts—all the time.

“What game, Johnny? I just asked you a question,” you asked, settling back onto the bed. Grabbing hold of your phone, you stretched yourself out on the bed, stomach to the mattress and legs kicking in the air. He caught a glimpse of how the hoodie rode up to your ass, revealing the bright material of your red panties. He hissed through his teeth; you were wearing one of his favorite pairs.

Tease, he thought. “You’re—you’re something else, Flip, you know that, right?” Johnny heard the water shut off, meaning his roommate was done with his shower.

God, why did you have to injure yourself? Why weren’t you here with him in this hotel room?

“Really?”

“Yes, really.” His eyes never left the swell of your ass. God, how he wished he was home with you instead of this training camp. Haven’t they pushed their bodies enough for this sport? Shaking his thoughts away, Johnny knew his hunger for you was driving him to think this way.

The sound of a hairdryer filled in the silence as your boyfriend waited for your answer.

“Well, all I know is that I’m yours,” you smirked through the screen. Your little lopsided smirk that he found so attractive, so sexy. The smirk he was used to wiping away with a passionate kiss or a hard thrust of his hips.

“You’re mine and yet, you’re not doing anything to help me.”

“Help you with what, baby? Is there a problem?”

“Of course, there’s a problem,” Johnny hissed back, eyes darting to the bathroom door. That bastard cared too much about his looks, not that he needed to. Jaehyun could go out in ratty pajamas and Ugg boots and would probably still pull girls. The man was that handsome. Did he really need all that time to get ready when he was just going out with friends?

“I don’t see a problem anywhere, Johnny.”

“You—” He briefly angled his camera down to film his cock straining against his boxers. If that didn’t get his point across, his next action did. He stroked himself with his free hand, hips bucking upward towards the screen and a choked moan slipping past his full lips. “This is the fucking problem. Do you see it now, babe? Do you see what you’re fucking doing to me?”

“And how is this a problem exactly?”

Johnny brought his phone back up just in time to see your eyes glaze over with lust and your thighs rub together for a bit of friction. You sat up, legs spread with your heels pressing against your bottom, and rested your phone against the headboard to your own bed. The new position granted him access to the best view—his hoodie pooling against your thighs and a very damp spot right in the middle of your underwear. He watched closely as you splay your fingers across your bare thighs.

“The problem is that Jeong fucking Jaehyun is in the bathroom so I can’t do anything about it.”

Your pretty fingers—the ones that looked prettiest when wrapped around his length—lifted the hoodie up just a little bit to reveal a bit more of your skin. Your perfect skin, free of the hickeys he had left before jet setting across the world. Johnny’s lips ached to press more bruises into your skin, to paint you with purples and blues. To mark you until every last inch of you was covered in his love.

“That’s a shame you’re not good at problem-solving,” you sighed dramatically before pulling his hoodie back down. He growled at your teasing and at the way you shifted to rock against your heels. “Because it seems to me like you wanted to have some fun.”

“Fuck,” he cursed, “what can I do to see you?”

With eyes as dark as his, you simply said, “Kick Jae out.”

And just like that, your wish was Johnny Suh’s command. With his phone in hand, your boyfriend quickly jumped off the bed and grabbed his robe to cover himself. Moving at the speed of light, he stomped his way to the bathroom. Knowing Jaehyun had a habit of never locking his doors, Johnny yanked it open. The sudden movement caught his best friend off-guard.

A shirtless Jaehyun stared at Johnny with widened eyes and gelled hands still caught in his hair. “Shit! You could’ve knocked, you know.”

“Get out,” Johnny commanded, eyes narrowed at the swimmer who was still taking his time.

“What the fuck? The hell I will, I’m still getting ready,” Jaehyun shot back, glancing back at the mirror. He didn’t even notice the phone Johnny had in his hands or how you were giggling on the other side of the call. Your man was truly desperate for you.

Your lover pushed his way into the bathroom, going against Jaehyun’s shouts, and threw his friend’s shirt at his face. “I’m not asking you to leave. I’m telling you to leave.”

“What’s gotten into you? I thought you were talking to the brat—” It was then Jaehyun realized what was going on. He took note of how Johnny was wearing a rob—something he hated doing—and how there was a tent pitched below the tie. He finally noticed the tight grip Johnny had on his phone and how you were on the other end of the line.

Your friend and matchmaker made an amused face. He stole the phone out of Johnny’s grasp and smiled at you. “Hey, little brat.”

“Hi there, pretty boy,” you laughed.

“What are you doing to the poor man?”

You shrugged, “Nothing out of the ordinary, Jae.”

“You nasties!”

Johnny shoved his friend out the bathroom door before taking his phone back. “Get. Out.”

“Jesus! I’m going, I’m going!” Jaehyun ran around the room, reaching for his wallet and the first pair of shoes he could find. Just before he exited their shared hotel room, he turned to his roommate to cheekily ask, “But John, didn’t you say you grew tired of your hand during the Olympics?”

“Little shit,” Johnny whispered under his breath as he shut the door on his friend. You giggled at your boyfriend’s frustration. It was fun to mess with him like this.

Bringing his phone to his face, he sighed. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

You took that as your queue to strip yourself of his oversized hoodie. Slowly, your palms slid up your thighs to cross over the bottom of the jacket. Johnny watched carefully as you lifted the material up inch by inch, revealing the body he loved to worship so much. Once completely off, you smiled at him in nothing but the red underwear that clung to your skin. “So are you, babe. Guess that makes us double trouble, huh?”

“You’re impossible,” Johnny sighed again, drowning in the sight of you leaning towards the camera. It showed the perfect curve of your breasts that he ached to fondle.

“No, I think I’m just a tease.”

“Yes, you’re that too. And beautiful. So fucking beautiful, I wish I could touch you, baby.”

“I wish you could too but this should do, for now, right?”

“Yeah,” your boyfriend replied as he rubbed himself through his boxers again. The strain was too much for him to take. With Jaehyun no longer in the room, Johnny could do whatever he wanted. He ripped his boxers off his body, the material already stained with the pre-cum that leaked through. Spitting into his hand, he quickly curled his fingers around his length and closed his eyes, pretending you were there with him.

“Already getting a head start without me?” you pouted. “That’s not very nice.”

“Then take your panties off, sweetheart,” he moaned as his hand moved up and down, twisting and pressing skillfully. His desperate actions shook the bed so much that his phone fell face down on the mattress. You lost sight of him for just a second before he halted his movements and placed his phone on his bedside table. Johnny then rested his strong back against the headboard before resuming his motions, his abs contracting with each stroke. His eyes were lidded, gaze dripping with lust as he said, “Let me see how wet you are for me.”

You did what you were told, propping yourself up on your knees and sliding your underwear down your legs ever so slowly. The camera had cut off your face as you did so, filming you from the neck below. It perfectly captured the way your chest rose with each deep breath you took and how you fell back onto your heels with your hands resting against the plush of your thighs.

“Fuck.”

“Johnny,” you breathed out, waiting for his next command.

“Bring the camera closer to you, love, I want to see you.”

You obeyed him with trembling hands, bringing your phone closer to your core. He let out a growl at how it glistened for him even though Johnny was miles away. The hand around his cock tightened but he kept the pace slow and steady.

“Good job, babe, you look so good for me.”

“I do?” you moaned at the praise, a hand grazing just above your slit, never diving deeper to touch yourself.

“So pretty, sometimes I can’t believe you’re mine.” Your heart fluttered at his words, feeling the love he had for you through the phone. You felt your pulse quicken, your body growing warmer by the second.

“I want you, Johnny.”

“I know, baby, I know. I’m sorry,” he apologized in between breaths. “Can you touch yourself for me? Pretend your fingers are mine.”

Your boyfriend caught your arm steadily grazing up the middle of your body, past your sensitive navel, in between the valley of your breasts, and up your neck until it was out of frame. He heard a deep moan loud and clear followed by a wet sound. Johnny wanted to bang his head against the wall—you were sucking on your own fingers, coating them before you dragged them back down, straight to your folds. And just like he would do, you started with your middle finger, carefully sinking the digit into you.

At first, you held back your sounds by digging your teeth into your bottom lip. Johnny wasn’t having it at all. “Don’t hold back.”

“W—what?”

“I want to hear every little noise you make so don’t you dare hold yourself back, sweetheart. You sound so pretty.”

Your moans grew louder at his demands.

“Feels good?”

“Not as good as you,” you quickly retort with a gasp. “Too small.”

“Shit, don’t say that or else—” He didn’t even finish the sentence, too embarrassed by the thought. Or else he would come. “Add another finger.”

You were so obedient and so willing over the phone, Johnny wondered why he hadn’t done this sooner. It wasn’t long before you added two more fingers to your motions. The sight of you rocking your hips back and forth while finger fucking yourself while calling his name pushed him to follow your pace.

As you grew more desperate, so did he. The call and the respective rooms were filled with nothing but wet noises and pleasured sounds. Your phone slides up a bit. Johnny could finally see your face contorted with pleasure.

“You sound incredible, babe, fuck.”

“Johnny?”

“Mhmm?”

“I miss you so much. I miss feeling you inside me, filling me up with your fingers, and your tongue, and—shit—your cock. I miss it all. Wish I could suck you off,” you were rambling nonsense at this point with one hand on your headboard and the other still between your legs. Your fingers were focusing on your clit now, imitating the way Johnny would touch you if he was there. The empty thrusts caused your phone to collapse, making the screen go black.

The pitch of your whines. The squelching noises. God, you were everything and more.

“Baby,” he called but you were so deep into your pleasure, you didn’t hear him. “Sweetheart, pick up the phone. Let me see you. Please.”

Once you did, the show you put on was nothing like he had seen before. He saw a close-up of your face, your expression split in two. Half-pleased. The other half was frustrated to no end that you were nowhere near your high. You felt the knot in your navel unraveling but it wasn’t enough.

“Do you wish I was there?”

“Y—Yes, god, yes,” you stuttered at his words. His thumb brushed against his tip; it was nothing like your tongue running against it but it would do.

“Wish I was fucking you in your room? My cock sinking into you with the curtains opened like last time so everyone could see you?”

“Babe, fuck,” you gasped as you threw your head back in delight.

He added more pressure to his grip, pretending that he was fucking you instead of his hand. He imagined your tight pussy, how it clenched deliciously around him as he thrust into you. Johnny’s loud groan bounced off the walls. He was glad his neighbors on both sides—meaning the girls, Mark, and Jeno—were gone for the night. Your boyfriend could be as explicit as he wanted to with no shame. Then again, he was always shameless when it came to you.

“Are you imagining me taking you from behind like I always do, pretty girl? Imagining my hands all over your body, my lips against your skin? Calling you my good girl?”

“Please, Johnny. Oh my god.” You couldn’t hold your phone anymore, propping it against your nightstand’s speaker. It gave Johnny the perfect side view of your current state—your body reeling with pleasure, your face completely dazed as you continued your actions.

“Please what, pretty girl?”

“Johnny, baby, don’t stop.”

“Are you close, sweetheart?”

You nodded as another little spark of pleasure hit you.

“I’m close, I’m so close, please let me come, Johnny.” Desperation never sounded so good. He loved hearing you beg.

He continued guiding you, whispering praises and commands, as he pumped himself with vigor. Johnny was reaching his high as well, with your mewls ushering him to his peak. “Then come, my love.”

As soon as those words left his lips, you felt yourself letting go. A wave of never ending pleasure rushed through your body. You felt a full-body shiver run from your head all the way down to your toes and you milked the gratifying feeling by rubbing against your nub until you couldn’t take it anymore.

Johnny groaned your name over and over again as he came, his own cum spilling over. Head resting against the headboard, he took a moment to catch his breath. His clean hand ran through his sweaty head of hair before he turned to face his phone. He found you staring right back at him with your messy hair sticking to your damp face and a dazed-out smile gracing your swollen lips.

“Hey,” he laughed, grabbing his phone and bringing it to his face.

“Hi,” you replied with a breathy giggle. You rolled over on your stomach and covered your naked body with your comforter, feeling a little shy at what had just occurred. Johnny took a second to appreciate the sight of your breasts being squished by the mattress. He already felt himself growing harder.

“I love you, Flip.” The random confession sent you into a fit of laughter.

“What? You don’t love me? I literally walked you through—”

“Oh my god, shut up! Of course, I do, you big bird!” A wave of endearment crashed over him.

He paused for a moment before saying, “We should do that again sometime.”

“You liked it that much?” you asked, smiling at him.

Johnny scrunched his nose at you, not even bothering to deny your question. What could he say? Once he started loving you—in any way, shape, or form—it was hard for him to ever stop. Not that he even could because Johnny was Johnny and you were you. And together, you were absolutely golden.

COACH’S DEBRIEF. Hi, everyone! Surprise, I’m back again with Johnny and Flip because I absolutely adore them. I wanted to release this before I dived back into work but the tags weren’t working so I had to wait a bit. This idea had been sitting in my corrupt brain for a while, I just didn’t know how to write it. A big thank you to my darling @kaepop-trash for holding my hand while I wrote this. I struggled so hard, y’all. Smut is hard. But here it is! Enjoy! Tell me what you think!

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