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starlightkun · 4 months

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❧ word count: 17.4k ❧ warnings: cursing ❧ genre: fluff, some mild angst, model jeno, journalist reader, reader is lowkey a bit of a jerk for some of it but for understandable reasons ❧ extra info: this is a reworked version of an old fic of mine that was about a former member. since i still really love the fic, i’ve made some (heavy) edits to re-release it about jeno instead. you can consider this the spiritual successor/an alternate universe to my sleepless cinderella series

You’d finally gone insane, you’d decided. Absolutely bonkers, completely crazy. After all, how else would you explain the fact that you were now kissing Jeno?

You felt absolutely pathetic. You were a journalist at a rather popular magazine, and your editor had finally entrusted you with a centerfold spot. So far, your word document for your article had less than a handful of words: your name. Writer’s block, and with only two months until copies were supposed to hit the shelves.

And so here you were, sitting on the small couch in your boss’ office, trying not to sound like you were whining to her. But you needed some sort of guidance. Ms. Zhang was sat on the other end of the couch from you, legs crossed, and round frames perched on the end of her nose as she thoughtfully listened to your rant.

Her voice was casual as she simply replied with, “Anything new in your life, Y/N?”

Which was a complete non-sequitur from your desperate plea for a subject. She really just wanted to make small talk while you were having an existential crisis?

Stunned, you blinked for a moment before answering, “Uh, not much. My roommate made me go out to this party a while ago.”

“That’s nice. Did you have fun?”

You were still completely unsure of why she wasn’t addressing your issue, but went along with it, nonetheless, “I guess.”

“Meet anyone?”

“Kind of. Seven someones, technically.”

“Oh?”

Realizing how that sounded, you grimaced to yourself before giving your boss an explanation of the actual situation. Your roommate NingNing had dragged you to the grand opening of a new nightclub, which she got an invite to thanks to her huge social media following. She was possibly the only actually down-to-Earth influencer you’d ever met—and you’d met plenty, thanks to her. The two of you had been friends since you were kids, before you entered into completely different lives as adults. You had a 9 to 5 while she was being paid insane amounts of money by luxury brands just to post a single photo of herself with their product.

The nightclub of course had a VIP section at the back, which NingNing was easily given access to, as well as you, her plus-one. It was there that you were introduced to Mark Lee, an up and coming young actor with a practically cult following online; Huang Renjun, an extremely popular video game streamer and YouTuber; Lee Jeno, an actual supermodel whose visage was across some of the biggest billboards in the city; Haechan, a pop star that you didn’t dare address by anything other than his stage name; Na Jaemin, another streamer and YouTuber who had recently been picked up for a modeling contract; Zhong Chenle, heir to the Zhong family fortune, whose family was involved in anything and everything to do with the entertainment industry and owned the nightclub; and Park Jisung, an influencer more in the same vein as NingNing, with millions of Instagram followers. Apparently, you had made a good enough impression that Chenle gave you your own pass to the VIP lounge—NingNing of course had her own, too.

At the end of your story, Ms. Zhang had a worryingly knowing smile across her lips, “You met seven celebrities in one night?”

“Do influencers and streamers really count as celebrities?”

“You met seven very popular men—three or four of whom are certifiable celebrities—in one night, have access to a private lounge they all frequent, and you still don’t have a subject for your article?”

Your jaw may have dropped slightly as you realized this. Immediately, your face turned hot as you refused the idea, “I don’t want to exploit them and make them uncomfortable somewhere that’s supposed to be free from that kind of stuff.”

She frowned as she shook her head, “I’m disappointed in you, Y/N. I thought you understood that journalism isn’t inherently exploitative.”

“I’m sorry, I know it’s not—”

“Are you going to publish horrible rumors and tabloid things with private information they don’t want to be out there? Is that what we do here?”

“No, but they’re all going to think that’s what I’ll do.”

“Show them those assumptions are wrong. It’s all in the way you carry yourself. If you are honest and humble and make them feel comfortable, they should have no reason to doubt what kind of journalist you are.”

At this point, you felt like melting into the pinstriped couch cushions in shame. You shouldn’t have doubted your boss’ vision for her magazine or demeaned your own career. And now you’d made Ms. Zhang disappointed in you. You would’ve preferred her to have yelled at you.

All that was left was to make her proud.

Three days later and you still hadn’t returned to the lounge.

Honestly, you were just being a chicken. And a procrastinator. A procrastinating chicken.

Slumped into your armchair in your living room, you blankly zoned off into the distance as you listened to your playlist through an earbud. NingNing was perched on your kitchen table, feet swinging off the side as she edited some photos on her phone.

As she tapped away, you found your gaze fixating on the visage on the cover of a magazine that had been resting on your coffee table. Squinting your eyes curiously and tilting your head to the side, you asked, “He kind of looks like a dog, right?”

“Who?” Your roommate raised a concerned eyebrow as she peered over her phone screen at you.

“Lee Jeno.” You held up the magazine. “He kind of looks like a dog. Right?”

Your friend squinted at the cover then gave you that same look, “No, he doesn’t. Y/N, I think the sleep deprivation has finally gotten to you. You’re delirious.”

“No, I swear, he looks like a dog,” you insisted, pulling your earbud out to be able to better argue your point. “A very specific kind of dog, God, it’s on the tip of my tongue.”

“He doesn’t.”

You crossed your arms. “I bet the others would agree with me.”

“You want to go ask them?” She challenged. “Jisung texted me saying they were all going to be there again tonight.”

“If that’s what’ll convince you.”

“I have been begging you to go back for weeks, and now you’ve agreed to go back to ask them if they agree that Jeno looks like a dog?” NingNing scoffed incredulously.

“Yeah.”

“Alright, fine, you weirdo. Be ready to leave at midnight.”

When you arrived at the club, you immediately felt out of place again. You clung onto NingNing’s arm tightly as she confidently led the way through the crowd to the VIP lounge. She flashed a smile and her VIP pass to the bouncer outside the room, who nodded and stepped aside. As soon as the two of you entered the small room that consisted of one large rounded booth, you immediately regretted your decision. When NingNing said that everyone would be there, your brain hadn’t pieced together that ‘everyone’ included Lee Jeno, who perked up with interest as the two of you walked in.

Jeno eyed you curiously, an eyebrow raised, “So you came back.”

“Y/N has something really important to ask you guys,” NingNing announced, gesturing to you pointedly.

You felt like a deer in the headlights as all of them turned to look at you. Swallowing thickly, you avoided looking at Jeno as you tried to think of anything else to say.

“Sit down, let’s get you a drink first,” Jaemin kindly saved you, gesturing to the open space at the end of the booth seat.

NingNing sat down next to Mark, who had previously been at the end, and you scooted in after her. The circular table unfortunately made it so that you were looking directly at Jeno, who you couldn’t help but sneak glances at as your brain still stubbornly tried to remember what breed of dog he reminded you of. Another round was brought out for everyone, and you gratefully started sipping on yours.

It was when he smiled up at the waiter as he was handed his drink that it finally hit you. You had to bite down on your lip not to cry out in victory.

Chenle looked at you over his sunglasses—yes he was wearing sunglasses indoors at night, as he had been last time. He asked, “So what is this really important thing you have to ask us?”

You looked at NingNing desperately, but she just gave you a deliberate nod.

“Come on, Y/N, it’ll be fine.”

With a gulp, you gathered your courage to just fucking say it and get it over with. You still wanted to be right. “Okay, think about it really hard before you answer.”

They all nodded in assent, anticipating your question.

Taking a deep breath, you finally asked, “Doesn’t Jeno kind of look like a Samoyed?”

A couple of them seemed concerned for your mental state. The rest pondered your question whole-heartedly, brows furrowed as they studied the model. Jeno had a look of pure bewilderment on his face.

Finally, Haechan gasped, “Oh my God you’re right.”

“Thank you!” You sighed victoriously, looking over at NingNing smugly.

Jisung fervently searched something on his phone, eyes widening in shock, “Now that you’ve said that I can’t unsee it.”

“What? Let me see.” Chenle yanked the phone out of Jisung’s hand, holding a picture of a fluffy white Samoyed up to Jeno’s face.

The model tilted his head to the side in confusion, perfectly mimicking the picture on-screen. Chenle burst into loud, cackling laughter.

“Shit, he-he does!” Renjun declared between his own laughs.

Murmurs of agreement erupted around the table, and you were now fully vindicated. “Thank you! Thank you! NingNing didn’t agree with me so I had to come and—”

“No, I did,” she snickered. “It was just the only way to get you to come back. You’re a whole different person when you think you’re right.”

You tried to glare at her, but you were much too ecstatic at being proven right to really be all that mad.

Jeno looked about to open his mouth as Chenle giggled incessantly and started swiping through more search results of Samoyed pictures. A horrible sense of dread covered you like scalding candle wax. It was hot against your skin, thick, and you felt like you couldn’t move or breathe. You prayed to every deity you could think of that Jeno had a really good sense of humor and wouldn’t take offense to someone he had met twice saying he looked like a dog.

When Jeno’s gaze finally focused on you, you swore you had never wished to turn invisible more in your life than in that moment. Or make time stop. Or wake up and realize it was a dream. Anything to get you out of this situation. But you were absolutely petrified, all excitement from before completely eradicated from your being.

Then suddenly all tension was gone from the air as his eyes crinkled into crescents and his mouth parted wide to let out hearty guffaws.

You looked around in alarm, waiting for the hidden camera to be revealed or something. This couldn’t be real.

He managed to contain his laughter enough to choke out between chuckles, “That’s— that's really, really funny.”

Your wide eyes were focused incredulously on him as he caught his breath. Still with a grin on his face, he continued, “Oh my god, seriously that was fucking funny. I’m a cute Samoyed, right, Y/N?”

Utterly speechless. That’s what you were. And also staring at him, completely dumbfounded.

“I think you broke her, Jeno,” Renjun snickered, reaching a fist out as if he were about to knock on your forehead like a front door.

Instinctually, you smacked his hand away from your head, a scowl overtaking your features, “I’m fine, Renjun.”

“Then why can’t you look him in the eye?”

You pointed to yourself, “Normal person—” then to Jeno, “supermodel. I’m still not used to that.”

But Renjun was right, you couldn’t look Jeno in the eye, and your whole body was practically on fire. Honestly, how were you supposed to react to this situation? With grace and comfort? No way.

“What? Seriously?” Jeno scoffed, standing up from the booth to pointedly sit on your side of it. Directly next to you.

“I’m not that— Y/N, really? You’re actually scooting away from me?”

You hadn’t even realized that you’d shifted the opposite direction from him, pressed into NingNing’s side. Meanwhile, the others were all finding this spectacle absolutely hilarious, sharing annoying snickers and giggles.

Your face was burning, and despite your satisfaction at being vindicated, you were now regretting coming to the club at all.

“Can you guys stop? You don’t have to be so annoying,” Jeno scolded his friends, much to both yours and their surprise.

Haechan had a look of mild offense and disbelief across his face, “Being annoying comes as natural to us as being ridiculously attractive comes to you.”

“Speak for yourself!” Jaemin slapped Haechan’s arm as Chenle was practically howling with laughter.

While they were distracted among themselves, Jeno’s attention was focused back on you. If you could look him in the eye, you’d be able to appreciate the genuine concern held within them. But you couldn’t, so all you could do was hear the genuine concern in his voice as he said quietly, “Sorry about them.”

“You don’t need to apologize for them,” you reassured him, messing with your fingernails.

“Anyway, I can’t stand having you be terrified of me.”

“I’ll get over it,” you cleared the audible squeak out of your throat, “eventually.”

“Eventually...” Jeno didn’t seem satisfied with that qualifier you added at the end. “Are you busy today?”

“Uhm— I don’t know. Why?”

“We should hang out.”

“What?”

“The more you’re around me, the less scary I’m going to be to you. Right?”

“I guess.”

“Then we should start right now.”

Your throat nearly closed up at this suggestion. Especially because you realized that the room was dead silent. The others had ceased their squabbling and side conversations and were awaiting your response to this too.

So you did the thing that came most naturally to you: procrastinated the issue.

“Oh, well, it’s already after midnight—”

“Then tomorrow.”

“I’m going to be super busy for a while, I just got a really big assignment at work—”

“What do you do for work?”

“I’m a journalist. Just got centerfold and it’s going to make or break my whole career so it’s going to take up all of my time for the foreseeable future, so...”

Jeno was unfazed, “What’s the topic?”

“I-uh it’s...” you couldn’t even bullshit an answer at this point, your stupid tongue tripping over itself. “I don’t have one yet.”

NingNing just had to offer up her opinion right then, “Do it on Jeno!”

If you were a lesser person, you'd have strangled NingNing in that moment, because the model’s features lit up. He clearly liked this idea.

“Yeah! I would love to. If it’ll fit your guidelines or whatever, of course.”

You sighed, “It does...”

The socially anxious part of you absolutely hated this idea. But, the journalist part of you knew it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Gritting your teeth, you managed to look Lee Jeno dead in the eye and say, “I would love to interview you, Jeno. Thank you.”

“Uhm, Jeno?” Jisung speaking up stopped the wide grin that was spreading across his friend’s face. “Aren’t you like, banned from interviews or something?”

“Technically,” Jeno answered dismissively, not breaking eye contact with you.

“Technically?” You echoed in confusion. Were you just being messed with?

“Something… happened with the last in-depth interview I did a while ago,” he admitted sheepishly. “But! I’ll talk to my manager and get it cleared, I promise, Y/N!”

[jeno: manager han gave the okay for the interview! when can we get started?]

Your stomach contorted itself at the message that just popped up on your phone screen. Last night you’d left the lounge with a growing sense of dread and anxiety. And Jeno’s phone number.

[jeno: i have a fitting this afternoon but i'll be done in time to get dinner]

[jeno: if that works for you, of course]

[jeno: we can always start it another day, whatever is good for you!]

[jeno: do you want me to send you my schedule for the next few weeks to make it easier for us to get together?]

Your phone’s continuous buzzing with enthusiastic and sincerely kind messages from him caught the attention of NingNing, whose feet were currently resting on your lap as you shared your couch together.

“When did you get so popular?” She questioned teasingly, peering at you over her own phone screen.

“It's just one person,” you informed her.

“Who texts you that much in a row other than me?”

“Lee Jeno, apparently.”

“Y/N, you seem very unenthusiastic about this,” she declared with a thoughtful frown, completely abandoning her phone. “Isn’t this a really big break for you?”

“I’m still a little shocked,” you admitted. “And scared.”

She shoved you with her foot. “Well at least text him back.”

“Right.”

Not a great idea to leave him on read.

[you: a copy of your schedule would be great]

[you: and yes, i can do dinner tonight]

It was less than a minute later that he replied.

[jeno: here’s my schedule]

[jeno: attached image]

[jeno: and could you give me your address so i can drive you to dinner tonight? the place i have in mind is kind of hard to find if you haven’t been before]

A lot was happening right now. Too much for you to process. Good thing there was another brain in this room to help you process it.

“Hey, NingNIng?” You got her attention before thrusting your phone screen towards her so she could read the texts.

“Uh, three options here.” She pointed to a new finger for each one as she listed them off: “He’s ridiculously excited about this interview; he likes you; or he’s going to kill you.”

“So far the last one seems most likely.”

With a shake of your head, you sent him your address.

Your fingers anxiously tapped along your bouncing knee as you waited on your couch for the text from Jeno that he was here. He told you that the restaurant was just casual, but you weren’t sure that a model’s idea of casual wear was the same as yours.

Jeez, what were you doing? Getting dinner with and interviewing one of the most well-known models in the country? You were so out of your depth here.

A buzz came from your other hand that was tightly gripping your phone. An incoming call from Jeno. Maybe he was calling to cancel, and you could just keep rescheduling until you both gave up on the whole idea and you never showed your face in that VIP lounge again.

Answering it, your voice squeaked as you attempted to give him a casual, “Hello.”

“Hey, Y/N!” The bright voice of Lee Jeno came through your speakers. “I’m just parking now, I’ll be up in a couple minutes.”

“You don’t have to come up!” You told him a little too forcefully and quickly. Having Lee Jeno in your apartment would just be too much.

“I don’t mind—”

You leapt up from your couch and rushed towards your door, “Too late, I’m already on my way down.”

With a sharp hit of your thumb, you hung up. Pressing the down button on the elevator impatiently, you prayed that Jeno would just give up and wait in his car.

He didn’t.

The elevator doors opened to the lobby, with Jeno right outside them. In fact, you nearly slammed right into his chest, but thankfully he took a step back before you could actually collide.

His ‘woah!’ was muffled slightly by the dark face mask over his mouth, accompanying dark baseball somewhat successfully obscuring his identity. As long as you didn’t look too closely, he could be any other guy.

“I told you I’d just come down on my own.” You shook your head at him, eyes trained on your shoes.

“And I told you that I’d come up and get you,” he shot back smugly. “Seems like neither of us listen very well.”

With no response coming from you, Jeno took your silence as the cue to lead the way out to his car. It was nice, nicer than most cars you’d seen around, but surprisingly not that ostentatious. It looked like something a moderately successful businessman would drive, not an A-list model.

Inside was a comfortable leather interior, and you took quick, short notes on the small notepad you kept with you as you looked around. After all, this was an interview, and you had an article to write. You could get over your own social awkwardness and feelings of inferiority for the sake of your future career.

Hopefully.

The restaurant Jeno had chosen was definitely out-of-the way.

It was down one back alley into another, through the back of an electronics shop, up a flight of stairs, then through a room of old ladies sat at sewing machines. They all gave a friendly chorus of hellos to the two of you, seeming to know Jeno pretty well as they all told him that he’d grown since the last time he’d come by. He bowed to them bashfully as he led you through. Past the curtains on the far wall, you finally ended up at the restaurant.

Okay, out-of-the-way was an understatement.

But despite the hard-to-stumble-upon location of the restaurant, it seemed busy. The small room was tightly packed with tables that you could barely see through the mass of people seated around them and plates of food resting atop them. A loud buzz of various conversations mixed in with the bumping of plates and clattering of utensils.

Just past the entrance was a small host’s stand where a young boy stood. He looked to not be out of high school yet, presumably a young relative of the owners: their son, nephew, or grandson.

He also knew Jeno, bowing to him, “Ah, Mr. Lee. We have your reservation for you. Come.”

Jeno bowed back and looked to make sure that you were still following the two of them through the nearly claustrophobic environment.

You were, eyes drinking in every detail as your hand furiously scribbled them down on your notepad, muscle memory functioning at full speed to write every letter without looking away from the scene around you. There was one more curtain for you to go through, and it was much quieter on the other side. This was most likely a VIP section of sorts, with just a couple tables separated by a divider.

The host gestured to one of the two tables, and you gratefully sat down across from Jeno. He then took his hat and mask off, fingers working through his hair for a moment to rid it of the hat’s aftereffects.

“Thank you, Yeonwoo,” he thanked the host, which you repeated as well.

The boy, who you now knew to be named Yeonwoo, bowed politely to the both of you before scurrying off.

“You must come here often,” you commented, hand poised to write his response.

“My family and I came here a lot when I was younger. Since I started my career it’s been difficult to eat here as often as I did before. Especially because their food isn’t technically allowed in my diet,” he had a mischievous glint in his eye as then he added, “But you won’t tell on me, right?”

“Of course not, unless writing an article about you that will be published in a magazine counts as tattling,” you snorted, much to his delight.

He laughed, “Right, right. That’s pretty much the ultimate form of tattling, huh?”

“If it gets published, yeah. If not, then the only people who will know will be you, me, and my editor. And I suppose Yeonwoo and our server, as well.”

“Speaking of our server, there she is!” Jeno announced, making the young girl who was approaching your table blush behind her notepad. She was probably around Yeonwoo’s age, maybe a little older.

“Good evening,” she greeted the two of you politely. “My name is Jieun, I’ll be your server tonight. Are you ready to order?”

You were a bit confused by her question, you hadn’t been given any menus yet. But Jeno seemed completely unfazed.

“Two orders of my regular, please,” he requested sweetly, which she quickly scribbled down on her pad.

“Of course, it’ll be out soon,” she informed you before hurrying away.

He turned back to you, “Jieun is Yeonwoo’s older cousin, their grandparents own the restaurant.”

You added this to your notes as well. It could be nice to add in to set the scene and show how down-to-Earth Jeno was, knowing this family as well as his own and not forgetting his roots even as a big model. Or something like that, you’d figure it out eventually.

“So, interview questions?” He prompted you, bringing you out of your contemplative planning ahead. You’d write that up later.

“Earlier you had mentioned your family, tell me a bit about them. Brothers, sisters?”

Could you have looked that information up online and found it? Definitely, but you wanted it from the source, to see if he would provide you with anything that wasn’t already out there. And you wanted to get a feel of your subject.

“Well there’s my parents, my older sister, and me. They’re not famous or anything. My parents own a grocery store nearby, and my sister’s a teacher.”

“You took my next question right out of my mouth,” you clicked your tongue in teasing disappointment, continuing on with a different one. “You said you used to come here often with your family, what are some other things you miss from your childhood that you don’t do as often?”

Jeno’s face easily betrayed his delighted surprise, “Oh, I wasn’t expecting that one.”

“Hm?”

“That’s a good question. Normally I get asked about celebrity crushes or my ideal type.”

You tilted your head to the side curiously, “If you thought that I was just going to ask you the same questions you usually get asked, why did you offer for me to interview you?”

“Never mind, never mind, sorry.” He coughed awkwardly, then quickly went to get off that topic, “Uh, it might sound kind of weird, but I used to help out at my parents’ store a lot as a kid. It was my first job I ever had. As soon as I could reach the register on a high stool, they put me to work. It’s actually how I got scouted, for modeling. My manager now just happened to come through my line while I was on the register and gave me his card. I thought it was a scam, honestly. But Jaemin made me give him a call, and he turned out to be legit. Even if I had the time to help at the store now, I’d just be too much of a distraction if I tried. And trust me, I tried. Once. So yeah, I miss helping out there.”

The desire for an answer to your other question was still there, but it was a path that you didn’t want to go down right now. Right now was time for the interview. So you simply scratched down his statement about his parents’ shop, then shorthanded off to the side ‘why me?’ as you readied your next question.

“You knew Jaemin before you guys were famous?”

“Yeah, we’ve been friends forever.” A fond smile crossed Jeno’s face. “Seatmates since primary school. He blew up with streaming first before I got my break as a model, actually. Most people usually assume it’s the other way around.”

“And what about the others?”

As Jeno eagerly answered your questions and you filled up page after page on your notepad, there was still that one lingering in the back of your mind.

Why you?

Over the course of a couple weeks, you’d spent a considerable amount of time with Jeno. According to his schedule that he had sent you, every free moment he got was taken up by your interview. Sometimes it would be more formal, like your first dinner meeting, and sometimes it was more casual, get-togethers in the lounge with the other VIP members or a riverside walk that felt more like two friends talking than a professional interview. And it all went in your notes, it would all go in your article. This was going to be a great article. The real Lee Jeno when he’s relaxed, what he’s like off the runway.

Today was very special, however, as you’d been invited to tag along to one of his photoshoots. You were just outside the building housed at the address you’d been given when you were met by a young man whose stern gaze never left you. It seemed as if he had been waiting for you.

“Are you the journalist?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, completely skipping any greetings.

“Ah yes, Y/L/N Y/N,” you confirmed, nodding your head respectfully to him as you held out your VIP lounge card as proof. Jeno told you that would be your pass to get in.

The man only scrutinized the card for a moment before he pivoted on his heel, “Follow me.”

You kept his hurried pace easily, ready to ask him questions as well, “So what’s your job here?”

He took a moment to push open a door that then nearly closed on you before answering, “I’m Lee Jeno’s PA.”

“Oh, Song Eunseok!” The name easily came to your mind.

The PA’s eyes widened in surprise, “Jeno’s brought me up?”

“Of course he has! You’re with him pretty much all the time, how could he not mention you?” You flipped through your notebook to where you’d taken previous notes about him, “Here, I asked him to walk me through his typical day, and he mentioned ‘Seokkie’ like seven times.”

Eunseok physically grimaced at this, “I’ve requested that he not call me that.”

“Why? I think it’s a cute nickname.”

“Really?” His eyes were now trained on his shoes as opposed to his previous laser focus on the end of the hallway. Your eyes could’ve been playing tricks on you, but you swore the tips of his ears were tinged pink, too.

There was another door, and this time you definitely couldn’t miss the fact that he held it open for you this time.

“Really,” you echoed.

The door had led to what you could really only imagine to be the set. Huge lightboxes, a couple cameras, and a multitude of people all set up with a single black sheet as the focal point. A white loveseat contrasted it starkly, but that wasn’t where your eyes were drawn. They were drawn to the man seated elegantly atop it, dressed head-to-toe like the playboy prince of a small but filthy rich country. Lee Jeno.

“You can wait for him over here with me,” Eunseok tapped your elbow with a feather-light touch, snapping you from your near-trance.

“Thanks.” You walked with him towards a table lined with various food and drink.

Your focus was still on the PA as he got a bottle of water, opened it, took a lemon slice from a small bowl and squeezed it into the drink before plopping a blue straw in as well. Then didn’t drink it. Instead, he turned back to you and held it in his hand patiently.

“The straw disturbs the makeup as little as possible,” Eunseok explained to you, and it was then that you realized it wasn’t for him, it was for Jeno. “Makes the makeup artists’ lives a little bit easier.”

“That’s very considerate. I wouldn’t have even thought of that,” you commented, taking note of that process as your focus returned back to Jeno and the photoshoot.

Knowing that your next question might be considered disrespectful, you leaned closer to Eunseok to whisper, “So who’s the photographer?”

He understood your delicacy, replying back equally quiet, “Chen Man, she’s brilliant. Jeno’s worked with her in the past, but this is his first solo shoot with her. It’s for the new YSL campaign that he was chosen to be the face of.”

And you were rocketed back to the fact that Lee Jeno was a famous model. Obviously, you hadn’t really forgotten it, but in your casual meetings and interviewing outside of his work, the magnitude of it was lessened. But a PA, giant photoshoot, famous photographer, and being selected as the new face of a campaign for a huge designer really hammered in the famous model part.

“Wow.”

It was just then that Chen Man called for a short break, and the silent studio was immediately filled with chatter. Jeno made a beeline for you and Eunseok, his normal contagious grin across his face, “Hey, Y/N! I’m glad you made it here okay.”

Up close, you could appreciate the detail and regality of his outfit. It was made of crushed velvet of a deep cerulean color; various intricate medals flashing on his chest; dark epaulettes making his already broad shoulders even more imposing; large black boots; and silver jewelry and chains glinting on his fingers and neck.

Eunseok offered the water out to Jeno then, and he accepted it gratefully, “Thanks, Eunseok.”

You continued from the model’s earlier statement, “Yeah, Eunseok made sure I got to the right place.”

“Good, I sent him out there to get you.” He turned on his PA, “You didn’t give Y/N a hard time, did you?”

“My job is to make sure none of your insane fans somehow get in here,” the other man scoffed.

“So you did give her a hard time.”

Eunseok rolled his eyes at Jeno’s teasing words. Despite knowing that they were employer-employee, it felt much more like two friends to you. You added that to your notes.

Jeno took a couple big sips of his water, and you took this time to ask him a couple of questions.

“So Eunseok was saying that this shoot is for the new YSL campaign that you’re the face of. Have you ever done something like this before?”

He blinked at you a couple times before actually replying, “Yeah, it’s really an honor and a big opportunity to be chosen for this. I’ve done solo shoots before, but not ones of this magnitude.”

Another figure approached your small group, a makeup artist. Jeno handed his water back to Eunseok before leading the way a little further away to sit in a chair. As the makeup artist attended to his makeup, you continued with the interview.

“How familiar are you with the photographer on this shoot?”

“I’ve worked with Chen Man a few times before—” he paused to let the makeup artist apply his lip color again. After she was done, he continued, “Her ideas are incredible and she’s honestly so wonderful to work with. However, all those other times I was with other models, so doing a solo photoshoot with her is a bit nerve-wracking. She’s the kind of person that you really want to make proud, you know?”

Thinking of Ms. Zhang and her disappointment in you earlier, you nodded, “Yeah, I know.”

There was a call for everyone to start getting back into their places, and you took this as your cue to leave Jeno alone. He had work to do.

The makeup artist did one touch up on his face before letting him up out of the chair, another person coming to his side to fix his hair up just the way they wanted it, walking alongside him awkwardly to do so.

“Take a bunch of notes on your little notepad, Y/N!” Jeno quipped as he walked back in front of the camera.

“Will do!” You affirmed, holding your notebook above your head and shaking it slightly so he could see it.

Returning to your previous spot off to the side with Eunseok, you had a fond smile on your lips from your short interaction with Jeno. Eunseok had a little smirk of his own as he gazed at you.

“And what’s that smile for?” You questioned, head tilted.

“Nothing.”

You elbowed him with a short giggle, “Come on, tell me.”

“No,” he shook his head, that same smile on his lips.

Even as you rolled your eyes, your focus never faltered from Eunseok. You changed tactics, a slight pout on your face as you asked again, “Please, Seokkie?”

Finally, he relented, “You’re pretty special, Y/N.”

“What?” You questioned in pleasant surprise.

“For Manager Han to have approved this interview after what happened last time, Jeno probably begged.”

“I can't imagine what would be so special about me.”

Eunseok had a brightness to his features that you hadn’t seen yet as he replied, “I can.”

You raised an eyebrow, “And what is it?”

Shouts from the set took both your attentions away from each other. Chen Man had been calling directions out during the whole shoot, but never with such aggression as then.

“Jeno! Lee Jeno!”

You scanned the scene in front of you as you tried to figure out what exactly was happening. Jeno’s arms were crossed across his chest, a startlingly stern but calm gaze focused on… you?

“Jeno can you—ugh, fifteen-minute break, everybody!” She yelled out in exasperation, the rest of the crew breaking the silence, scattering from the set.

Chen Man continued addressing her model, “Jeno, your expressions… they’re off.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll work on them.”

Despite acknowledging her words, you were doubtful of if he had actually registered them, stalking off the set with seemingly one destination in mind.

“Y/N,” Jeno stopped right by you and Eunseok. “Can I speak with you for a second?”

“Of course,” you nodded, well aware of how the crew was only pretending to be busy, instead actually focused on the three of you.

Your subject took off again, and you guessed that he anticipated that you’d follow him. Which you did. Eunseok stayed behind.

His longer legs made it a little hard to keep up with him as he took twists and turns down hallways of the building.

“Jeno,” you breathed out, seeming to finally snap him out of whatever mood he had been in.

Immediately, he slowed down to your pace, a faint smile coming to his lips, “Sorry, long legs.”

“Where are we going?”

He abruptly stopped, “Here is fine.”

It was the middle of some random hallway. He apparently didn’t have an actual destination in mind, more-so a distance.

“So what do you need to talk to me about?” You questioned, pencil and notepad at the ready. It had to be something for the interview, it couldn’t possibly be anything else.

“Y/N…” Jeno reached his hands out to cover yours, gently lowering the pencil and notepad for you. His hands were big and warm on yours, and you felt nerves flare up at his clear insinuation that this wasn’t for the interview.

“Jeno…” you said back with a nervous half-giggle. He was still holding your hands.

“This isn’t part of the interview. I’m not interviewee Jeno, and you’re not interviewer Y/N right now.”

“Okay…”

As soon as you had accepted these terms, he released his feather-light hold on your hands and took his own back to wring them nervously. What could Lee Jeno possibly be nervous about?

“Hm, I’ve never done this before,” he chuckled, pressing a palm to the center of his chest.

“Done what?”

“Okay, I’m just going to be upfront. Uh, I think you’re super great, and pretty, and awesome and I’d really like to be able to take you out on a date some time.”

This had to be a fucking joke. No way that someone who looks like him, an actual model, someone who gets paid for being ridiculously attractive, could actually be asking you out. This had to be a sick, terrible, horrible joke he was playing on you.

And yet as his big brown eyes gazed at you, wide and hopeful, looking a lot like a puppy waiting to be adopted from some animal shelter, you knew that he was being genuine.

And you panicked.

Stuttering for a moment, you finally choked out the most formal and emotionally removed response you could’ve come up with, “I’m sorry, I—that wouldn’t be appropriate, since I’m interviewing you right now. A bias or conflict of interest would damage the integrity of my piece as well as my career.”

Surprisingly, his features didn’t seem as crestfallen as you anticipated, his expressions were always so easy to read. He, in fact, seemed very happy with your reply.

“I get it,” he beamed at you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze for a moment before letting it go. “After the article, then.”

That wasn’t what you meant. At all. But between your own burning cheeks and internal state of panic, you couldn’t express this to him. Or even really process your own thoughts right then.

“We should head back, Eunseok will come looking for us soon,” Jeno nodded with his head back in the general direction that you two had come from.

He kept a polite distance from you, allowing some of the panic alarms blaring in your mind to quiet just a bit. You tried to brainstorm ways you could possibly keep this interview going forever. Ways to give you as much time as possible. To do what, exactly? Maybe come up with an actual way of rejecting him. Or maybe give him enough time to change his romantic focus to someone else, so that he would never end up revisiting this subject after the interview.

You could dream.

“Oh my god!” NingNing exclaimed. “Are you shitting me?!”

You’d just recalled your day to your roommate, finally ending at the part where Jeno had asked you on a date. She had literally done a spit-take back into her soda as she smacked your leg in excitement.

Despite still being in disbelief yourself, Jeno had been extremely up-front and clear about it. No room for misinterpretation. Unlike your response to him.

“Well when’s the date?” NingNing squealed, pressing for more information.

“I said no,” you deadpanned.

“What?”

“Well, kind of.”

At the clear grimace on your face, your friend sighed, “Y/N, what did you tell him? Verbatim.”

“I told him that it would be inappropriate right now because a bias or conflict of interest would ruin the integrity of my piece and any career opportunity that came out of it,” you repeated your statement from earlier almost word-for-word, sure that it would be burned into your memory for the rest of your life.

“You do know that he now definitely thinks that you were telling him to just wait until after the article is over, right?”

“Yeah, that’s what I was afraid of,” you groaned, dropping your head into your hands and rubbing your face in exasperation.

“You don’t want to go on a date with Jeno?”

“I don’t want to date Lee Jeno,” you confirmed, nodding the head that you were still holding.

“Let me just review the situation here: you’ve got a very sweet, very funny, very hot guy that’s into you. What’s the problem?”

“He’s hot.”

Finally, you’d found it. The real reason you’d said no, the real reason you had a deep pit of dread in your stomach as soon as the words had left Jeno’s mouth hours earlier.

She snorted, “That’s a problem?”

“His entire career is based off being hot, he’s a model,” you explained rather desperately, relieved to finally be able to put your tumultuous thoughts into proper words. “I can’t deal with all that shit that comes with it. I just can’t.”

“So you’ll never want to date him? You’re not going to change your mind?”

“No, never. I couldn’t.”

“Never say never,” NingNing taunted with a sing-song voice, but at your eye-roll, became more serious. “Okay, let’s just say you’ll never date Jeno in your life—despite the fact that nothing is ever definite—you shouldn’t lead him on. Intentional or otherwise. Don’t let him spend the next few weeks thinking that you two are going to date after the article’s over.”

The anxiety was still there, however. “What if he doesn’t actually think that and I just misunderstood him? What if he just naturally gets over me in the next few weeks and doesn’t need me to confront him about this and straight-up reject him? He’s probably never been rejected in his life, what if he doesn’t take it well? What—”

She cut your endless strings of ‘what if’s short, “Y/N, didn’t he say that he’d never done this before?”

Realization hit you straight to the gut. “What if me rejecting him makes him never want to ask anybody else out again for the rest of his life and I scar him permanently?”

Your roommate had a clear look of ‘yikes’ on her face, and pure mortification ran through every inch of you.

“Never mind, there’s no way I could ever have such an impact on Lee Jeno’s life, that’s fucking ridiculous. I’m just some normal person, some journalist, and he’s literally a supermodel. No way this would actually matter to someone like that.”

“Y/N, don’t say stuff like that,” NingNing frowned, pulling some hair away from your face gently. “You matter to me, remember? You’re my best friend.”

Completely ignoring her, you continued, “I just have to be upfront with him, tell him I don’t want to go on a date with him, and be done with it. He’ll probably never think about it again for the rest of his life.”

She let out a sigh as if she were going to say something but thought better of it. You didn’t press her; your mind had been made up.

You couldn’t do it.

The next time you saw Jeno, you had every intention of being upfront. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You were an absolute coward. Some part of you didn’t want to tell him, for whatever reason.

Maybe because the way his face absolutely lit up when he saw you was something you’d never seen anybody do for you before. Maybe because he asked you how your day was and didn��t look disinterested in your answer. Maybe because no matter how hard you tried to tell yourself that this was a professional interview, he made you feel so at ease that you somehow talked more about yourself than him.

Maybe because you did kind of want to date him.

Your notebook had been completely abandoned about fifteen minutes into your ‘lunch meeting,’ a fact that went mostly unnoticed by you. Until the waiter came with the bill and you had to move it out of the way for him to set it on the tabletop. You’d written just a couple short notes, nothing substantial. That wasn’t an interview, you couldn’t even try to bullshit it to yourself. That was a date-but-not-a-date. And you enjoyed yourself.

As you contemplated over your mostly-blank page, Jeno had already tucked his own card into the pouch and waved the waiter back over. Before you could argue him paying for you, the waiter was halfway across the restaurant.

“Jeno, I can pay for my own food,” you reminded him gently, feeling very much like you were scolding an over-excited puppy that had accidentally knocked over a potted plant in its haste to greet you.

“And I can pay for both of ours,” he countered.

You held his gaze firmly, waiting for him to— there it was.

His mouth split into a sheepish grin as he held up his hands in surrender, “Alright, I get it, I get it. Interview time right now. We’ll split the check for now.”

For now.

Maybe you liked the idea of that.

“Except this one, since they already ran my card,” Jeno added, a victorious smirk on his face, one that had you shaking your head fondly.

“Can I at least tip?”

“Already added that on the receipt.”

“How dare you be so thoughtful and respectful.”

He seemed about ready to quip something back when a distant chorus of squeals cut him off. You took a cursory glance around, eyes landing on a group of teenage girls standing just outside the window that you were seated by. They weren’t uncomfortably close, but it was clear what had made them so excited.

Jeno ducked his head shyly as he raised a hand to acknowledge them, only setting their nervous titters off again. Maybe he should have left his mask and hat on, or not chosen a table by the window.

And your heart dropped as you were once again reminded of who exactly the man in front of you was. Not just some cute guy named Lee Jeno, but a model who was known internationally, with fans who would recognize him out and about, with a career and life that was under the public gaze constantly.

You couldn’t do that. You couldn’t subject yourself to that. It would be too much for you.

With the girls still watching the two of you, you collected your notepad and stood up, stiffly bowing to him. “Thank you for allowing me to interview you, Mr. Lee.”

Thankfully, he took your lead, standing and returning your bow, “Of course, thank you as well, Ms. Y/L/N.”

Hopefully the girls got the message that this was business and nothing else. A dating rumor with Lee Jeno was absolutely the one thing you did not need in your life. Lee Jeno was absolutely the one thing you did not need in your life.

The light hum that had been in Ms. Zhang’s throat through most of her reading of your article suddenly changed tone as she came to the ending. Her brow furrowed thoughtfully, and your mind was running wild with nerves as you waited for her to speak.

“It’s good, Y/N,” she started.

You sensed a ‘but’ coming next.

“But… in the very first paragraph you introduce him as model by day, and explorer by night, or something to that effect.”

“Yes, that’s how he and his friends introduced him.”

“But you never bring up his ‘exploring’ again. This is about his life as a model and what he’s like outside of modelling here. You hooked me on the exploring part, but left me ultimately unsatisfied with that point.”

She was right. She was absolutely right. In your own personal whirlwind of confusion about your emotions and wants, you’d left a loose end in your article.

Ms. Zhang continued, her tone rising, “But…”

Oh, another ‘but.’

“This might just be perfect for a sequel. We publish this and advertise it as a two-part look into him, the first part his model by day, and the second part all about him as an explorer.”

You were caught off-guard, “You want to publish it?”

You had honestly expected her to throw it in the trash and fire you. You’d been so all over the place the entire time you’d been working on the article, you didn’t think it was anywhere close to your best work.

“Of course, this is the most hard-hitting and real piece that’s ever been done about the man! Most of it is tabloid nonsense. Not to mention that this is the first interview he’s done in over a year, it’s fresh content. It’s perfect, Y/N.”

Ms. Zhang just called your article perfect. You were on Cloud Nine, barely listening as she continued.

“Do you think you’ll be able to get a second interview with him? Maybe even tag along on one of his exploring trips or something, like how you went to one of his photoshoots in this one?”

That snapped you back into reality. Going on a trip with Jeno? That sounded dicey. But… also a chance to extend the interview, prolong the inevitable: his expectation that you’ll start dating after the interview. Your worst fear.

Avoiding an uncomfortable scenario and making your career out of it? It was an opportunity you couldn’t pass up.

“Of course, Ms. Zhang.”

Right as you walked into the VIP lounge, you were met with the expectant face of Jeno. You’d agreed to meet him there on your lunch break, right after your morning meeting with Ms. Zhang, to let him know if she was going to move forward with publishing your article or not. It felt a bit weird being at a nightclub in the middle of the day in your work clothes, but it was one of the more private places to meet with him.

“So?” He asked hopefully. “How’d it go?”

“She’s going to publish it,” you breathed out, still in shock yourself.

Two strong arms were suddenly around you, pulling you into a warm chest that was practically vibrating with excitement.

“Oh my god!” Jeno hugged you tightly. “Congrats, Y/N! I’m so proud of you!”

You hugged him back for a moment, enjoying it more than you should have considering you swore up and down that you weren’t going to let yourself date him. Then you remembered the other half of the conversation, your arms going limp.

“And she wants a second part.”

“That’s great!” He exclaimed, then after another moment, it seemed to have dawned on him. “Oh wait.”

And he let go of you, a particular chill coming to your body as he took a step back from you, declaring, “Professionalism. No bias or conflict of interest.”

You felt bad. You felt so bad. And yet you nodded, “Yeah, it’s still going to have to be like that.”

Maybe forever, if you could swing it just right.

“So… a second part about what, exactly? The article was super great, but I’m not sure how I could be interesting enough for a sequel.”

“Your ‘exploring,’” you explained. “I had mentioned it, but never returned to the topic or expanded on it, so she wants this whole second part to be about your trips and you know… all that stuff. Whatever you get up to when you’re not a model, and when you’re not a regular dude here.”

A rather cheeky grin spread across his face at this, and you didn’t want to know why he was so excited about you not dating, because you had a feeling it would be something awful close to it.

“Well then, what better way to get to know Explorer Jeno than coming with me on my trip to a tropical island next week?”

You were taken aback by both the invite but also by the event itself. After all, Jeno had given you his entire schedule for the past two months, which included next week. And you didn’t remember a trip being anywhere on there.

“Since when have you been going to a tropical island next week?” You asked incredulously.

“Since now.”

You sighed, rubbing your face. “Jeno, you can’t drop everything in your life just to do this. I can wait until whenever your next actual scheduled break is for whatever trip you make then.”

“Yeah, but I can’t wait,” he insisted, a near pout across his features. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, half-mumbling to himself, “I’m calling my manager right now. He owes me vacation days anyway, I’ll just take them early. Make my three-week backpacking trip in Europe next year fifteen days instead. I can’t wait.”

That went straight to your heart, and you felt your chest hurt from the implications of that. He couldn’t wait until he could date you. With every passing moment you felt like a more and more terrible human being. Which you were, you absolutely were just a horrible human being for doing this to him. After all, like you’d said, you were never going to date Lee Jeno.

Right?

One week later and you were in your third airport of the trip, your second layover as you waited for your connecting flight. You’d been in interviewer mode since Jeno had picked you up to head to the first airport that morning. Asking questions, writing answers, asking more questions. There was no room for anything but business on this trip. This article would be the follow-up to your first piece that your boss thought was perfect. So this had to be more perfect than perfect. You wanted to make her proud.

Jeno, surprisingly, was being rather professional too. Other than the slight touch here, an odd phrase there that couldn’t exactly be classified as professional. A brush of your hands as he tried to get your attention, off-handed comment about how cute you were when you were focused taking notes. You’d only remind him that this was a professional article, hoping that he couldn’t see the bashful smile on your lips.

Or even now, he returned from what was supposed to be a quick bathroom break with waters and snacks for the both of you.

“How much do I owe you?” You asked as you accepted the food and drink.

“Nothing.”

You frowned.

“Come on, Y/N,” he sighed in exasperation, cracking open his own water bottle. “I know we’re serious professional interviewing here, but two people doing business together can still be friendly and do nice gestures for each other.”

He was right. He was absolutely right. You were being a jerk for no reason. Well, not for no reason. There was a small voice in your head that hoped that maybe if you pushed him away enough now he would change his mind about wanting to date you, that he’d think you were actually a jerk. And that little voice was apparently wrong. And also a piece of shit. Jeno didn’t deserve that.

“Right, sorry,” you shook your grumpy face off, offering him a smile instead. “Thanks, Jeno.”

He pulled down his face mask to be able to drink the water, and that combined with his inconspicuous baseball cap brought back the idea that he was a famous celebrity who had to cover up his appearance when he went out to avoid being detected. Even in some random foreign country you didn’t know the name of on a layover. If you did actually start dating him, would he have to wear those on your dates? Any time you wanted to spend time together in public? Would you have to start wearing them?

Those were ridiculous thoughts, especially because you were never going to date Lee Jeno.

Right?

On the plane, you halted the interview to allow the two of you to both take naps, already feeling the toll of the heavy travelling you’d done today. And you’d be doing even more soon, as this flight wouldn’t even take you to the island directly, you had to take a ferry from a different island’s airport out to the actual island that was your destination. Then a car ride of some sort from the harbor to wherever you were staying. And based off the clothes Jeno had requested you bring, you’d be getting very in touch with nature on this trip, another exhausting idea.

All for an interview. All for a way to avoid the inevitable.

As you snoozed, not quite asleep yet, you felt Jeno slowly shift in his sleep, his head lolling to the side until it finally found a resting place on your shoulder. Even in his sleep this man completely disregarded professionalism.

But you were too tired to complain, soon falling asleep yourself, with your own head rolling until it finally found a resting place on his.

“So what exactly happened at your last interview that was so bad you were banned from them?”

Your questions continued as soon as you’d left the airport on the island, only halting when you were caught off-guard by Jeno’s choice of transportation: a cream yellow moped. Which you were now on the back of, clinging onto your bag for dear life. Thank God you had packed light like he suggested.

“It’s kind of a long story,” he replied loudly over the wind. “I’ll tell you when we get to the hotel, okay?”

“Fine.”

“We’ve got some tighter turns coming up, you might want to hold on to something actually attached to the moped.”

He didn’t say it, but you knew what he meant. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you then held onto him for dear life as he whipped around the turns. How he could possibly make a moped feel dangerous was truly incredible to you.

“Yeah, that—” he stumbled over a voice crack. “That’s good. Much more secure.”

“This question shouldn’t be a long story: Have you ever driven one of these things before?”

The hotel was small and homey, with so few rooms that the two of you would be sharing one. Jeno had already informed you of that beforehand, having asked for the okay from you, that sharing the room wouldn’t be too unprofessional. While it definitely was, there were no other rooms available, so you were stuck between a rock and a hard place. When he informed you that there were two beds, you finally agreed.

Except it wasn’t two beds, as you found out when you walked in. It was a bed and a pull-out couch. And he’d already claimed the pull-out couch for himself.

“Jeno,” you sighed again as you watched him set his stuff down on the less comfortable option. “This isn’t two beds.”

He shrugged, “We have separate places to sleep, that’s what you were worried about, right?”

Your patience was wearing thin. It was almost annoying how sweet he was. Well, it wasn’t really him being sweet that annoyed you. It was the sneaky ways he liked to do it.

“Jeno…” you repeated his name, trailing off as you waited for him acknowledge you.

He was still messing around with setting up the pull-out couch.

“Jeno, look at me.”

At your request, he immediately did so, the attentiveness catching you off-guard for a moment. But you were determined.

“I don’t like being lied to or tricked. Even if it’s something nice, you know? It’s sweet, but I like to make my own decisions about things. Even things that may seem little to you, like splitting the bill at restaurants, or whether you’re coming up to get me or I’m going down to meet you, or you dropping all your plans to go on some spur-of-the-moment trip, or who’s taking the couch and who’s taking the bed. I’d like a say in the matter, okay?”

He gulped, seeming to really be taking his time to mull over what you were saying. And you did, too. It was another reason that you could never date him. He was a celebrity, he was used to being able to do whatever, to not having to worry about the kinds of things normal people like you had to worry about. The implications of that terrified you. You couldn’t do it.

Finally, he said, “Okay, yeah. I understand. I never really saw it like that, I’m sorry. I should’ve been more thoughtful of how it was making you feel. I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

Shit, this dude was way too fucking sweet.

You nodded, mumbling some kind of response to the genuine apology he’d given you.

Clearly as eager to change the topic as you, Jeno spoke up, “So, what was it that you’d asked me on the moped earlier?”

And you were more than happy to revisit that, snatching up your notebook from your bag and sitting on the bed, “What happened at your last interview that caused you to be banned from them?”

“Oh, right,” he physically grimaced at this, rubbing his face with his hands for a moment. “It’s a long story, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“I’ve got plenty of paper.”

Jeno let out a sigh, sitting on the pull-out couch. “No, Y/N. I can tell you, but you can’t write it down, you can’t publish it. I’m sorry to have to ask you this, because I know how dedicated you are to the integrity of your work but… if you’re going to publish it, I can’t tell you. I’m sorry. The others don’t even know the whole story. Jaemin doesn’t know.”

His words struck you differently, hearing the genuine defeat and distress in his voice. With a twinging heart, you tucked your notepad and pencil back into your bag. For someone who had been preaching about professionalism and keeping the integrity of your article, you were really so ready to throw it out for him as soon as he asked, weren’t you?

“I won’t write it down, I won’t tell a soul,” you reassured him, wanting nothing more than to sit down next to him and hold his hand and tell him that everything was okay. But you still clung onto some little semblance of professionalism here. For some fucking reason, when it was getting clearer by the minute that all your resistance would be futile.

Just a glimmer of a smile was across his lips for a moment at your actions before it was taken over by the same pensive face as before, and he started the story.

“It was… oh probably over a year ago now. I was still kind of new to the modelling industry, but it felt like everyone’s eyes were on me. My company toted me around as their rising star and every second I wasn’t at a gig, I was being interviewed by someone. It was a lot, but it was freaking awesome.”

The brightness in his features that had been there as he recalled the earlier days of his career suddenly turned dark at his next words. “Until this one interview. It was for a smaller magazine, and my manager didn’t even know why I wanted to do the interview. But it was a magazine that my mom liked to read, and I wanted her to be able to see her son in it. So I sat down with the interviewer, and it felt like it was going like all my other interviews had gone. And maybe because I wanted to really make a good impression on her, so the article my mom read would be as positive as possible, I accidentally led her on or something like that.”

You tilted your head curiously at this last statement. If it had come from any other hot guy, you might have doubted his actual intentions, but it was Jeno. You knew that he wasn’t only physically attractive but had such a way of being naturally charming and making people feel at ease that it was impossible not to be drawn in by his attractive personality. He didn’t do it on purpose, he was just a genuinely nice guy.

“But afterwards, she asked for my number. I said no. I let her down as easy as I could, and she took it with grace. Or I had thought so until Manager Han and the CEO of my company—who I had never met until this—sat me down in his office and showed me a naked picture of some guy and asked if it was me. You couldn’t see his face, and his build was similar to mine, so I could see how they were doubtful. It wasn’t me, but that didn’t matter. The interviewer had sent those pictures to my company saying that if they didn’t pay her a bunch of money, she would post them online saying they were of me.”

Your eyes widened almost comically at this. You couldn’t believe that someone could actually think of doing something like that, especially to Jeno.

“Now, the company doesn’t take very well to people trying to extort them or threaten their people, so she was taken care of.” After a pause, his eyes shot open comically wide as he shook his head fervently, “Legally, in the legal system, it’s not like my company like killed her or anything, I phrased that very badly.”

A quiet laugh came from your mouth at his backpedaling.

“Anyway, they decided that after that, it would be best for me to not do interviews for a while. I don’t really know what happened to her after the court case, but to my knowledge, she hasn’t bothered us. And I haven’t had an interview since. Until you.”

“Until me,” you echoed, mind reeling from this story.

This interview really meant more to Jeno than you had realized before. You’d incorrectly and selfishly assumed that he was so invested in it just because he liked you. But it was more than that. His last interview had been a disaster, the interviewer threatened to humiliate him publicly, and betrayed him. He had taken a chance on you to be different than that, taken a chance to make you his first interview back after the shit the last one had put him through. You were sure that he was feeling the pressure from his company to make it the best possible return to them ever. And he had entrusted it all with you.

You weren’t sure of how long you’d been sitting in silence for, but it started suffocating you, so you finally choked out, “I’m sorry she did that to you. She’s… a bitch.”

Jeno chuckled, “I guess. I kind of just feel bad for her.”

“I don’t,” you snorted, feeling your blood starting to boil as you thought about it even more. “She tried to ruin your career and reputation because she got rejected. It’s not your fault, Jeno. You didn’t do anything to deserve that. She’s just a bitch.”

While he didn’t outright agree with you, the faint smile on his features was still apparent as he went to stand up, forcing some pep into his tone. “Okay, time for some island exploring. After all, you’re here for Explorer Jeno, right?”

“Right!”

Right?

Being on the island was refreshing. Not only because you’d never been on a trip to a place quite like it before, but just everything felt absolutely perfect. It was the perfect temperature outside, the warm sun being balanced out by a cool breeze that blew through your hair, the water surrounding you was the perfect clear blue, the flora the perfect rich green, and the man with you was… perfect.

You’d given up on trying to keep your fond thoughts of Jeno at bay. He was wonderful, that was undeniable. And as you went around the island together, his baseball cap and face mask left behind in the hotel room, the notion of his fame slipped from your mind. Sure, you were still writing down your observations, small adventures, and pertinent questions you asked him. But you weren’t interviewing Famous Supermodel Jeno right now, you were interviewing Explorer Jeno. And he was someone you could let yourself fall for, even for just a few days on this little island.

After your third day on the island as you signed onto the hotel wifi to transcribe your notes from your notebook to your word document on your laptop, a few email notifications popped up, catching your attention. Reception wasn’t the best, and you had so many other things occupying your focus and time—mainly Jeno—that you rarely checked your phone. Not to mention that before you’d left, you were unsure of if you’d even have cell phone service on the island, so you’d told your friends to email you if they needed anything.

One was an email from NingNing, the short preview of her message that you could see making you shake your head. You were not on a romantic getaway with Jeno.

The next was some flyer from a store advertising their latest sale, which you quickly discarded in favor of opening the one from Ms. Zhang. The person who was literally paying for you to be there right then.

The gist of her email was basically just asking for a status update, a routine check-in to see how your research and interview was coming along. You filled her in on what kind of direction and outline you were thinking of for the article, telling her some of the things you’d done together around the island, framing it as professionally as you could. However, it was very hard to make it business-like, you realized in slight defeat as you reread the email draft to yourself. Maybe you could make it casual-business-friendly-sounding instead. After editing a couple phrases here and there, you read it one more time. Satisfied that you’d made it sound the least like a ‘romantic getaway’ as possible, you hit send.

You had just sent it when Jeno emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed and toweling off his wet hair.

When the two of you had gotten back from wandering the streets and seeing the nightlife of the town, you’d given him first shower of the night, wanting to sort out your notes as soon as possible. You had a lot to move over just from that night alone, especially the moment when Jeno was ordering something from an older street vendor and had suddenly busted out some local dialect he’d picked up from God knows where. And the man knew what he was saying too. Jeno never ceased to amaze you.

“Jeno,” you called his name out from where you sat cross-legged on the bed, laptop with the email still up in front of you.

“Hm?” He hummed in acknowledgement, abandoning his towel in order to run his fingers through his damp hair.

“The way the guys had described your exploring, and the stuff you’d told me to bring made me think it’d be more… rugged than this.”

A handsome, crooked grin split his lips, seeming very delighted at your observation, “And what did the guys tell you?”

“Jaemin and Renjun seemed fearful for my life and told me to be safe; Haechan and Chenle were rather ecstatic and told me to have fun in a tone that made me not want to know their implications; Mark told me to bring plenty of water and a first aid kit; and Jisung… well he didn’t actually say anything but his face said it all.”

“You talked to all the guys about the trip?”

“Not by choice, NingNing brought me to an influencer party with Jisung, Jaemin, and Renjun the other day, and I was summoned to the lounge by Chenle and subsequently ambushed by him, Haechan, and Mark about it.”

“They’re all menaces,” Jeno shook his head fondly. “But don’t worry, I’ve got some plans for us tomorrow.”

“That sounds ominous.”

He giggled.

“So we’re hiking to the top of this volcano?” You summarized what Jeno had just told you, in much fewer words.

“Yep!”

“Then camping near the top, which we may or may not be allowed to do.”

“Yep!”

“Without a guide.”

“I’m your guide, Y/N! I do this kind of stuff all the time, and there’s a trail to follow anyway.”

“Now I know why Jaemin and Renjun feared for my life.”

“They were being dramatic, it’ll be fine.”

“Oh I’m not protesting going, I’ll just make sure to type up my will in the notes app in my phone first.”

“Now you’re being dramatic.”

You laughed, putting your hands up in surrender, “Alright, alright. I won’t write my final will and testament right now.”

“Let’s go!”

Thankfully, you’d taken heed of Mark’s advice to bring extra water. With the amount you were sweating, you would’ve been dehydrated less than an hour in if you weren’t constantly replenishing the lost fluids. It wasn’t an incredibly strenuous or difficult hike. Not a casual stroll, but you were managing. It was just that it was so hot and humid now that you were in the more confined landscape of the trees, you couldn’t tell if more of the moisture was your own sweat or the water hanging in the air and clinging to your skin as you continued through it.

Jeno kept you plenty entertained with stories of his previous (mis)adventures, almost all of which were solo. There were a couple times that he brought along others, but they didn’t go great. One unfortunate happenstance was when he’d dragged Eunseok out white water rafting with him and the poor guy fell out of the raft into freezing cold water. According to Jeno, his PA almost quit right on the spot. Another time, the other VIP lounge members had joined him as a celebration trip after Renjun hit 10 million subscribers. They ran out of water on the second day, Chenle ended up spraining his ankle, and they were ready to commit mutiny before the 48-hour mark, so the trip was concluded early.

“Jeno, it sounds like the people who go exploring with you don’t have a great track record of enjoying themselves,” you pointed out, taking another swig of water.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Y/N?” He countered.

Looking around, you could just make out a peek of blue ocean through the trees, and looking ahead of you, the two of you were more than halfway to the top.

“Yeah, I am. So far. There’s still time for me to sprain my ankle or fall into a freezing river.”

He shook his head affectionately at your teasing, “Careful, you’re going to jinx yourself.”

“Old hiking superstition? If you talk about spraining your ankle you will?”

“No, but still. My own little superstition, I guess.”

“Got it. Then I’ll un-jinx myself: I will not sprain my ankle or fall into a freezing river on this trip,” you announced loudly to the surrounding forest, earning another fond smile from Jeno accompanied by a soft chuckle.

“There you go.”

“Another five minutes or so and we’ll be at the peak!” Jeno yelled back over his shoulder to you excitedly.

You were a few steps behind him, your legs had been complaining for the greater part of the last thirty minutes. But with this information, you felt reinvigorated, having the end so close bringing a new spark of energy to your tired limbs. You caught up to him, sharing the trail at the wider parts and staying just behind him at the narrower parts.

Finally, you were at the top. And you knew because the trees opened up to a clearing, the leaves and branches giving way to the most incredible sights you could’ve imagined.

“Wow,” you breathed out, turning to get the full view.

From here you could see the whole little town below you, other nearby islands, the forest you had just hiked through, and the vast, glistening blue sea surrounding you. The sun bounced off of the water at the perfect angle to make it look like it was made of diamonds. It was breathtaking. Not to mention that now that you were out of the humid forest, you could once again feel the cool breeze across your heated skin.

A pod of dolphins surfaced briefly, their fins dipping up and down between the calm waves.

“Jeno, dolphins!” You pointed them out to him eagerly, instinctually clutching his arm in excitement. “Did you know that dolphins in the Amazon River are pink because of repeated skin abrasion, and that the males are pinker because they have a lot more interspecies aggression?”

“I think my guide told me something like that, but I was too focused on getting my paddle back from one to really listen to him.”

You turned to him with wide eyes. “You’ve seen them?”

“Yeah, I went to the Amazon last summer. I had to wrestle my paddle back from a rather playful one,” he shrugged, as if it was just a casual little day trip or something. “So you really like dolphins?”

“I did a report for school when I was like 11, some of the info just stuck.”

As you kept watching the dolphins, a smaller one popped up in the middle of the pod. “Oh! A baby! It’s so cute!”

“Yeah, she is,” he agreed with you.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “You can’t tell it’s a girl from here!”

Then you looked over at him, realizing that his focus wasn’t on the dolphins, but on you. Mumbling something about professionalism, you let go of his arm, clasping your hands in front of you as you awkwardly looked back out to the sea.

With a victorious smirk on his face—probably enjoying the fact that he was able to fluster you—Jeno took a few steps away from you, yanking his knapsack off his back and grabbing a blanket from it, “Time for a late lunch.”

He laid the blanket out on a flatter part of the terrain, then brought out a small assortment of foods. You sat down with him, eager to dig into the food. With how much your legs hurt from hiking up here, you hadn’t realized that you were starving until he mentioned lunch. Your stomach growled angrily, and you just hoped it wasn’t loud enough for him to hear.

Jeno had packed a very nice lunch for you to share. For the most part, you two were quiet, mouths full of food and eyes still drinking in the stunning view of where you were. You turned your phone on to snap a few pictures before shutting it off again. With no charging ports out here, you had to conserve the battery until you were back in the hotel.

“Do you know which island that is?” You asked Jeno, pointing to the one that seemed the closest to you.

“Nope.”

“That one?” You pointed to a different one.

“Nope.”

“This one?” You teasingly pointed at the ground you were sitting on.

Jeno raised an eyebrow. “Do you?”

Right as you had opened your mouth to say something smartassy back, you pursed your lips in defeat. “Uh, nope.”

He chuckled, capping his water and starting to put the trash and leftover food back into his bag. You followed his lead, standing when he did so he could pack the blanket back up too. Stretching, a few satisfying cracks came from your back, letting go of the tension that had built up from your sitting position that probably wasn’t great for your spine.

“We should head down to the campsite soon,” Jeno informed you quietly as you had gone back to watching the ocean.

He’d told you while you were still at the base that you wouldn’t be camping at the peak, but at another area a little further down the mountain that was a lot safer for sleeping on. You wished you could’ve stayed up here for the rest of your life.

“Can’t we stay and watch the sunset?” Your voice was nearly a soft whine as you resisted leaving so soon. “It’s got to be incredible from up here.”

“I’m sure it is,” he sounded very reluctant to be telling you this. “But we have to set up camp before it gets too dark.”

“A couple more minutes?”

“Yeah, of course.”

After being rather useless in helping Jeno set up your campsite—not for any chivalrous reasons on his part, you were truly just inept at things and did more harm than good when you tried to help—you sat outside the tent with him. The two of you were going to be sharing a tent, which he had asked earlier if that would be okay. You told him it was fine with you.

The blanket previously used for lunch earlier was under the two of you as you sat just outside the tent. The site Jeno had chosen as your campsite was in a rare area where the foliage wasn’t too thick, and you could just make out some of the ocean as the sun set. It wasn’t the picture-perfect sunset you imagined could be seen from the peak, but it was still pretty.

You continued with your interview questions as you looked out towards the water, scrawling down his answers in the fading light. You couldn’t quite see what you were writing, hoping you didn’t just make a bunch of illegible scribbles instead of notes. He spoke again of his trip to the Amazon, saying how he’d like to go back again sometime, and maybe have a better look at the pink river dolphins. The way he said it fostered some implications, a thought in your mid that maybe you could go with him if he did go back. That was a nice thought. And impractical one, but it gave you warm fuzzies nonetheless.

“So, why do you think you like exploring so much?” You asked him after hearing so many stories of all the destinations he’d gone to.

“Who doesn’t like to travel?”

“What you do… it’s not just travelling, it’s not just a vacation. You’re not booked up in five stars hotels in city centers or doing every tacky tourist thing out there. You get at the heart of where you are, you explore it, you don’t just visit it. Why is that?”

“That’s a rather deep question,” he let out a light chuckle, shifting to face you as he closed his eyes, taking a moment to think. “I guess… like you said, I try to get at the heart of the place, not the surface-level stuff everyone else sees. I’ve always had a sort of wanderlust in me. When I was about twelve, I damn near gave my mom a heart attack because I got on a train and wanted to see where it went and ended up fifty miles from home. And now, I don’t know, I guess the stuff everybody else does doesn’t really interest me… the picture that’s painted to tourists of a place isn’t what it actually is, and I want to find out what is. If that makes sense. Did that make sense?”

You swallowed hard, nodding fervently. “Yeah, it did. I completely understand, yeah.”

That’s how he saw the world, and it was beautiful. And maybe you could see it like him; maybe you could look past the picture that’s painted and what everyone else sees to get at the heart.

Up this high, cold started setting in some time long after the sun had finished setting and darkness was all around you, save for the soft glow of the lantern Jeno had going. The temperature wouldn’t drop terribly, but it was cooler than it was during the day, encouraging you to tuck your chilly fingers into the inside of your knees for some warmth.

“I’m sorry,” Jeno frowned, standing up and stepping over to the tent. “I forgot to tell you to bring a jacket, didn’t I?”

“I’m alright, Jeno,” you assured him, but his arm popped back out of the tent holding a couple pieces of clothing.

It was two sweaters, one he offered out to you, the other presumably for himself. You didn’t refuse, which maybe you really should have for professionalism’s sake. Slipping the hoodie over your head then sticking your arms in, you were immediately swallowed up by it. Sure, Jeno was pretty buff, but you were sure this would be oversized even on him.

You didn’t even have to try to pull the sleeves over your hands, sweater paws already there as soon as you’d put it on. Which wasn’t ideal if you wanted to keep writing stuff down for the article.

“I would’ve told you that I’m a human space heater, but I figured this was a little more professional,” he said, heavy implications there.

Butterflies fluttered around in your stomach as you took it upon yourself to scoot closer to him until your legs and sides were touching, “This is still professional, just two professionals huddling together for warmth.”

“Yeah.”

You were trying to convince yourself more than you were him, knowing that you couldn’t really fool yourself on this one. But damn, you could pretend you did.

It was pretty soon after he’d gotten sweaters for the two of you that Jeno interjected into your conversation, “So when is the article technically over? When you’re done writing it? When your boss okays it? When it’s compiled with the other articles in that issue of the journal? When the copies hit the shelves and its uploaded to the website?”

You let out a shallow breath, knowing what he was really asking. When can the two of you date?

The part of you that was saying ‘never!’ was getting smaller and smaller, and the part of you who just wanted it to be right now was growing bigger and bigger. And yet, for some reason, you were still listening to the little one.

“I don’t know, probably when it’s officially published. You know, when ‘the copies hit the shelves and it’s uploaded to the website.’”

“When do you think that will be?”

“The first one is being published in this month’s issue. So, depending on how fast I get this one written up and proofed, at the earliest next month.”

“And the latest?”

“A couple months. I’m not sure how long Ms. Zhang will want between the two, if she wants to leave the audience in suspense for longer or give them the next part as soon as possible. Probably the first one, if I’m being honest.”

“Oh,” Jeno’s pout that you could see illuminated from the lantern was suddenly split into a wide yawn. “We should go to sleep, we’ve got the climb back down tomorrow.”

You were glad that he had brought it up first. After all, you were pretty tired, but you weren’t about to be the one to end the nice time you were having. Nodding, you stood, taking the lantern in your hand as Jeno folded the blanket back up.

Ducking into the tent, you immediately plopped down onto your sleeping bag, giving Jeno as much room as possible to maneuver his limbs around as he zipped the tent up behind him and set his stuff down in the corner. You put the lantern down at your feet, keeping the area illuminated as you climbed into your sleeping bag and started settling in for the night.

With the covers pulled up to your shoulders and Jeno’s hoodie bunching around your face in a comfortably warm way, you were pretty content to fall asleep then and there. But the light was still on.

Groaning, you looked down towards your feet, glaring at the lantern you knew you’d have to get un-comfy to turn off. Jeno had a small smile on his face as he sat up, “I’ll get it. You ready to turn it off?”

You nodded, your ‘yes’ muffled by the hoodie.

The last thing you saw before complete darkness was Jeno’s soft grin. That was a rather nice image to have in your mind as you drifted off to sleep.

Eyes fluttering awake, the first thing you were aware of was that you were warm. Very warm. Way too warm. One might say that you were currently in a pool of your own sweat. You’d have to wash this hoodie before giving it back to Jeno, it was definitely disgusting.

Speaking of Jeno, he wasn’t in the tent with you, which you noticed as you peeled the somewhat damp sweater off yourself. You took the opportunity to apply some more deodorant and change your short sleeve shirt before shoving your feet back into your shoes. You headed out of the tent, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you did so.

The very last traces of the sunrise were still in the sky from the little that you could see, but it was definitely morning. Looking around, you spotted Jeno standing a little further away from the tent, holding his hand out towards a lower-hanging branch. You wouldn’t have quite been able to reach it yourself, but he could. Perched atop the branch was a bright blue bird, eating right out of his hand. Your eyes widened just a little at this, though you were too tired to be terribly surprised.

Watching him feed the bird for a little longer, you felt your chest swell. His hair was messy, not having fixed his bedhead yet; a peaceful hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth; his big, round, eyes watched the bird eat with a certain simple happiness that for some reason had tears threatening to well up in your own.

You opened your mouth to call out to him, but instead a hoarse croak came out, one that made the bird take off in a flurry of blue feathers and fear. Jeno’s head whipped around to look at the source of the noise, you, and a bright grin came to his features.

“Morning, Y/N,” his voice was even deeper from sleep as he greeted you. He didn’t even seem mad that you’d scared off the bird.

As he approached you, the swell in your chest continued to the point where it hurt, and your vision started going blurry from the tears building up. Jeno’s expression changed to one of concern as he seemed to notice your moist eyes the closer that he got.

“Wh—”

You’d finally gone insane, you’d decided. Absolutely bonkers, completely crazy. After all, how else would you explain the fact that you were now kissing Jeno?

With your hands gripping at his shirt to bring his mouth down to yours, you kissed him like you’d been sick for your whole life and his lips were the cure. All the voices in your head finally shut up, your chest decompressed, and a single tear ran down your face.

He immediately kissed you back, but his hands seemed unsure of what to do, gingerly resting on your arms, featherlight as they hovered there. As if he was afraid that he’d break you, despite the force with which you had crashed your mouth to his.

When you let yourself come back down—and also breathe—you loosened your grip on Jeno’s shirt, releasing him from the slightly hunched position he had been in. Slowly, you brought one of your hands down to wipe away the lone tear.

Jeno was looking at you with a tilted head. “Well, that wasn’t very professional.”

A strangled chuckle escaped your mouth as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, “Yeah, sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize,” he said softly, a gentle hand coming to cup your cheek, urging you to look back up at him. And when you did, he lightly brushed his lips against yours. A tender ghost of a kiss, one that didn’t last long as Jeno ended it almost as soon as he’d started it.

Opening your eyes, you saw a nearly silly grin spread across his face, precious giggles bubbling up. His smile was contagious, one gracing your mouth as well.

“Is this going to ruin the integrity of your article?” He asked, still smiling down at you. “If you want this to be a thing, of course.”

“I do, I do,” you nodded fervently, a great weight lifted off your soul now that you let yourself admit that. “I’ll tell Ms. Zhang and see what she wants to do about the articles. Until then, we’ve got to lay low.”

“Movie nights,” he immediately surmised.

Quite liking the idea, you agreed, “Yeah, movie nights.”

The doors opened to the VIP lounge, where you had agreed to meet Jeno after your meeting with your boss. It was almost two weeks after you’d returned from what NingNing was now definitely referring to as your ‘romantic getaway,’ which you couldn’t argue. Most of those two weeks was spent by you finalizing your second article, not wanting to tell Ms. Zhang about how that trip had really gone until after you had work to show for it.

Jeno was waiting for you, already standing up and pacing the small room nervously. He seemed more worried about this than you were, despite it really being your career on the line and not his.

You made a beeline to wrap your arms around his torso, burying your face in his chest, and he immediately reciprocated it, holding you closely and pecking the crown of your head.

“Hey, how’d it go?” His gentle tone of voice betrayed his assumptions that it was bad.

Bringing your face out of his chest in order to look up at him, you squealed, “She’s still going to publish them!”

“Ah!” He cried out, tightening his grip on you until it was practically bone-crushing. “I knew it! I knew you were just so good she would have to publish your articles.”

You elaborated, practically buzzing with excitement, “Because I kept out the uh, more private details of the trip and focused on you and the trip itself, she says that it ties up the loose end from the first one nicely. Although, she did recommend not going public until after the second article was out.”

“But you won’t get fired if we don’t abide by that recommendation, right?”

“No, I won’t,” you reassured him, happiness fluttering in your chest as he pecked your forehead.

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, letting him peck your lips too before you spoke up. “I do think she’s right, though, we should wait a while to go out in public as a couple.”

Jeno clearly didn’t like that idea, sighing in reply, “Why?”

“It’s been less than a month, what if you decide you don’t like me?”

It was meant to be a joke, but he took it seriously, kissing your forehead, then your nose, then finally your mouth, “Impossible.”

After a moment, he relented, “Alright. I waited two months, another one or so shouldn’t be that bad.”

“Actually, she’s publishing the second article in a special edition that’ll come out two weeks after the first, not a month.”

“I can wait three weeks.”

And wait three weeks he did. Three weeks exactly. Twenty-one days after your conversation in the VIP lounge, two days after your second article hit the shelves, Jeno picked you up for your first public date. This time, you let him come up and get you—your roommate wasn’t home to bother you—and he left his hat and face mask at home.

“Hi Jeno,” you greeted him as you opened the door.

“Hi, baby,” he replied, wasting no time in lacing your fingers together as you walked to the elevator.

As soon as you stepped foot out of your apartment building, whatever resolve he had broke down, and he smooched your cheek loudly. You giggled at the gesture, squeezing his hand to let him know that you were okay with it. After all, you’d made the poor guy wait longer than he should have, some PDA was in order.

The date was at a small café a few blocks over, within walking distance. Which you were sure Jeno appreciated, having a longer time to be out in public with you, never once letting go of your hand or without physical contact with you. He had to let everybody know that you were dating, and you didn’t mind. You liked that he was so ecstatic to be dating you.

At the café, you ordered up at a front counter, and the cashier asked, “Together or separate?”

“Together!” Jeno replied brightly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

You leaned over to murmur to him, “She means, are we paying together or separate?”

“Together!” He repeated.

Squinting up at him for a moment, you didn’t argue it, letting him take the check for both of you. Although you did take a few crumpled bills out of your wallet to drop into the tip jar. After getting your food, you eagerly dug in, a light and amicable conversation had between bites.

“So you really waited exactly three weeks, huh?” You teased him.

“The second article came out two days ago, I think that’s plenty of time for everyone to read it,” he defended himself.

“It took you five days to read it.”

He seemed about ready to quip something back when a muffled chorus of squeals cut him off. You took a brief glance around, eyes landing on a group of teenage girls standing just outside the window that you were seated by. They weren’t uncomfortably close, but it was clear what had made them so excited.

Jeno ducked his head shyly as he raised a hand to acknowledge them, only setting their nervous titters off again. This situation was eerily familiar, déjà vu washing over you.

But this time, you were kind of glad that he had left his mask and hat at home, and that he’d chosen a table by the window.

Because your heart soared as you were once again reminded of who exactly the man in front of you was. Not just a model who was known internationally, with fans who would recognize him out and about, with a career and life that was under the public gaze constantly, but also a cute, sweet, funny guy named Lee Jeno.

You could do that. You could subject yourself to that. It would be fine as long as you had Jeno with you.

With the girls still watching the two of you, you reached a hand out across the table towards him. Thankfully, he took your lead, picking it up before pressing a few tender kisses to your fingers. Hopefully the girls got the message that this was romantic and private, and nothing else.

A dating rumor with Lee Jeno was absolutely the one thing you needed in your life. Lee Jeno was absolutely the one thing you needed in your life.

“Jeno?” You called for his attention, ignoring the gaggle of fans outside the window.

“Yes?” He focused on you, squeezing your hand.

“I have a question…”

“I thought the interview was over,” he pouted teasingly.

“It is, I swear.” You lifted your linked hands pointedly. “I just… There’s something that’s kind of been nagging at me, about the interview.”

“Ask away.”

“Why me? Like, I remember at our first interview session, you thought I was just going to ask you all the normal stuff about celebrity crushes and stuff.”

“You remember what I said, about my parents’ shop? How I used to help out there?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“When NingNing brought you to the lounge, and you said that thing about you being a normal person, and me being a supermodel, and how you weren’t comfortable around me because of that, it really hit me. I-I really hated that.”

“Jeno, I’m sorry—”

“No, it’s not your fault,” he insisted. “It’s nobody’s fault, that’s just how it is, how our culture is, or whatever. But I hated that you felt like that around me. Because I didn’t use to be like that. I used to be a normal person, too. And I just thought that if you and I had met a few years ago, when I was working in my parents’ shop or something, I could’ve talked to you like a normal guy, and I would’ve been able to put you at ease and flirt with you like a normal person. Instead of having to do it in the most roundabout way like I did this time.”

You grinned. “Oh, I don’t know, you would’ve still been a stupidly attractive register boy, Jeno. I might’ve been a bit tongue-tied if we had met back then, too.”

“I guess we’ll never know, will we?”

“I guess not,” you clicked your tongue. “Though that would’ve been an even better meet-cute than me saying you looked like a dog.”

“Oh, so we’re not telling that story to our kids?”

“Kids?!” You sputtered out. “When did kids enter the equation here, Lee Jeno?”

“What? Who said that?” He blinked at you innocently.

“At least say the L-word first, jeez.”

“I love you.”

“Christ, I was joking!”

“I wasn’t!”

You shook your head, unable to fight off the smitten grin on your lips. “I love you too, Jeno. You crazy son of a bitch.”

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recklessmark · 10 months

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Unfaithful

Summary: It doesn’t matter that you are Jeno’s girlfriend, you’ve always want something else. Read Part 1 Here

Pairing: hockey jock Mark x female reader

WC: 4k+

Smut Warning: heavy dubcon/noncon elements (don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable), cheating, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex, degradation

a/n: Mark is an asshole and you’ve been warned.

It took you more time than needed to realize why Jeno wanted you to be as far away from Mark as possible. He’s a menace to society, and a dangerously hot one.

You stood in the kitchen, mixing vodka and soda together for another drink. Jeno was at the pool, having fun with Haechan, Jaemin and Jisung. Johnny, Taeyong, Jaehyun and Yuta were outside, too, and they seemed to get along pretty well without the tension of the captains whenever they’re six-foot away from each other. You smiled and waved at Jeno when he caught your gaze through the glass door.

Averting your eyes, you downed the liquid in your red Solo cup before your boyfriend noticed how distressed you were at the sight of Mark sucking a chick’s mouth on the couch while she’s grinding his clothed dick like a bitch in heat.

The match had ended with a tie. Jeno would have lost if Mark hadn't missed that last shot. You’d been restless from the beginning, not knowing what end the championship would come to. Certainly, there would be a rematch another day, but you’re safe from the downfall of their bet for now.

But did you want ‘safe’?

With the alcohol buzzing in your system, the sight of Mark lewdly licking and sucking that girl’s tongue started to get too much for you. Images of you in that position crossed your mind. How you would run your fingers through his hair, how his hands would grab your ass instead of hers, how addictive he would taste.

You had been so busy lost in your train of thought that you didn't notice the group of kids stumbling towards you until it was too late. One of them tripped over your foot and before you knew it, the t-shirt you wore was completely soaked in beer. The kid squeaked out an apology before the group scurried away. You looked down at your shirt and groaned. There was no way you could just stand around here like this, not smelling like a distillery. Your only option was to find something to change into.

Pushing through the crowd of teenagers you made your way upstairs. Finally finding an empty bedroom, closing the door behind you. You looked around the room, taking in the mess of beer cans and empty cigarette packs. The room smelled of sweat and cigarettes, which strangely wasn't off-putting. This is the fraternity house of Mark and his team, so you really have no idea whose room you’re in.

Your eyes landed on the closet and you walked over, throwing the doors open. You pulled out a black Mötley Crüe shirt and shrugged, it would do. Whoever owns this probably wouldn’t mind. Pulling your own shirt over your head, you tossed it onto the dresser before pulling his shirt on. It was a little big on you, but at least it was dry...and it smelled weirdly nice. You pulled it to your nose and breathed in. Expensive cologne mixed with tobacco. A voice from behind you startled you out of your thoughts.

"You're going to have to give that back."

Spinning around, you found Mark standing in the doorway looking you over. How he had managed to enter the room without you hearing him, you weren't sure.

"Oh…sorry, I just needed to borrow it. Some idiot spilled beer on me. I'll wash it and send it back."

Mark just stared at you, arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame. You shuttered under his gaze before you stepped forward toward the door.

"Anyway, I should get back out there."

He made no effort to move out of your way, instead leaning more into it, his gaze still fixed on you.

"Mark? Can I go please?"

A smirk spread across his lips. “Do you really want to? I saw the way you were looking at me out there."

You raised an eyebrow, taking a step back and looking at him. "I was checking on Jeno."

Mark scoffed, dropping his arms to his sides and stepping towards you, closing the bedroom door behind him.

"Last time I checked, Jeno wasn't on my face, which was exactly where your eyes seemed to be fixed every time I looked your way."

"I…I was…well it's hard not to look at you when you're putting on such a big show out there."

He took another step towards you, causing you to step back away from him. "Oh yeah? You liked that?"

"Didn't say I liked it. I really have to go."

You stepped to the side and headed towards the door. Just as you reached for the knob, a hand reached out and grabbed your wrist hard.

"I didn't say you could go yet."

You tried to pull your arm away but his grip just tightened as he pulled you away from the door, shoving you towards the bed. "Mark, what the hell?"

"Oh don't play shy now, this is what you wanted isn't it?"

"You're drunk. Come on, let's go back out there."

You tried once again to push past the male, this time to have him stop you with an arm. He spun you to face him, grabbing your jaw roughly and making you look into his eyes.

"Don't think I don't see it, princess. The way you look at me in class. The eyes you make at me across the room at parties just like this. You want me, you just don't want your boyfriend to know his girl has fallen for the bad boy."

Shit. Had you really made your attraction that evident?

Truth was, you’d always had this huge feeling for Mark long before you started dating Jeno. Almost everyone on your campus knew Mark, and when your freshman year began, he was the first thing to catch your attention. You remembered clearly that he was leaning against a tree, sucking on a cigarette while you were eating your lunch on the grass, unknowingly close to where he was. Only when a girl passed by, flaunting her next-to-nothing clothes as she purred, “Looking uber-sexy, Mark Lee'', did you notice the notorious hockey captain. He then unleashed a rogue grin and a provocative whistle that made every girl who happened to be around whipped their head in his direction. You almost choked on your food there, as he was the sexiest man you’d ever laid your eyes on. Almost thankful that he didn’t notice you and terrified that you’d embarrass yourself if he ever looked at you.

It was at one of Mark’s games when you met Jeno. You were shocked that a man like him would be interested in you. To say he’s out of your league would be an understatement. One thing led to another, after a few weeks, he asked you to be his girlfriend and you couldn’t find a reason to say no. Jeno was kind, caring, and good-looking.

Thinking about it made you mad at yourself. You had a boyfriend that every girl could only wish for, and you’re still thinking about another man, who’s obviously a walking red flag.

"Mark, let me go, I need to go check on…."

Before you could get another word out, his lips were pressed harshly to yours. The kiss was sloppy, and tasted like beer and cigarettes, but it still sparked something inside of you. He broke from the kiss, still gripping your chin tightly.

"Now you're going to shut up and let me do what I want with you."

"I…."

"Are you saying no?"

You should. You should say no, go back out to the party. You’d go home with Jeno, have dinner together, sleep on the same bed and forget about everything that happened today. But your mouth seems to run on its own.

"N-no…but you're drunk…"

"I saw the look on your face when it was a tie." He stares at you in the eyes, holding your gaze. “You look almost…disappointed.”

He pushed you backward towards his bed, and you let him. As you reached the end of the bed, you fell down onto your back, eyes fixated on the ceiling. This felt so wrong, yet so right. He dropped to his knees at the end of the bed, his hands sliding up your thighs. They came to rest at the waistband of your pants. Your stomach was turning. There were so many problems with this. Mark was your boyfriend’s worst enemy, and even worse he was a fucking asshole. Your breath stuttered at the feeling of his hands on your legs. The pressure over the denim causes you to prop yourself up on your elbows and catch his eyes.

“Mark, please,” your words come out shakily. “This is wrong. Don’t make me do this.”

He ignored your plea, a wolfish grin plastered on his face. “You’re right, this is wrong. But I think you want ‘wrong’.”

He brought one hand up to your chest, pushing you back down to the bed. You let him, without an ounce of resistance. His hands moved back to your waistband, making quick work of your button and zipper. He pulled your jeans off in one swift motion before tossing them to the side.

You squirmed against the bed, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and trying your best to cover the lacy pink panties you had chosen to wear today.

“Such a pretty girl,” he chuckled at the sight. “But a really bad one, lying to everyone. Pretend to be a doting girlfriend when you’re nothing but a slut.”

He slid a hand between your legs, almost amused by your lack of restraint. You said no, but you made no real effort to get away from him. "Hmm, seems like someone is a little more eager than she wants to let on. Your panties are soaked for me already."

Whining a little, your arms came up, forearms wrapping over your face to try and hide yourself from the truth of it all. That Mark Lee was making you wetter than you'd ever been before.

Your legs shut around his wrist now, a feigned attempt at reinforcing that he was the disgusting one. He was beyond amused at this point. Grabbing your legs, he pried your thighs apart again and brought his face between your legs, inhaling deeply.

"Fuck, you smell so sweet."

Bringing his hand close to your clothed core, he hooked his fingers into the crotch of your panties and pulled them to the side. "Look at you. So fucking wet. Need to taste you."

You huffed out, knowing there was no way of really getting out of…this. Whatever this was.

“I…fuck, fine. But you’re not…. you’re not fucking me." You decided in a weak attempt.

You were panting a bit now, shrieking a little when he practically yanked your legs apart and shoved his face so close to your core. “Don’t...o-oh my god..”

And then his hands were on you, cool air causing your entire body to erupt in goosebumps.

“I...shit…”

Mark chuckled, your words just egging him on. Grabbing the top of your panties, he pulled them down, giving himself full access to your wet hole. "So fuckin' pretty."

His hand moved to spread your lips apart so he could get a perfect view. "Fuck."

Mark was practically drooling at this point. He almost came off as more needy than you. But he wasn't the one laying on a near stranger's bed, practically dripping. His free hand found its way to where you needed him, even though you would never admit it. Before you could even try to protest, his middle finger slipped inside of you. It was all happening so quickly. You could have sworn you didn’t want this. Could swear you're a good person, a faithful girlfriend. You're not currently in Mark Lee's bed, wearing his shirt and nothing else. His hands were enough to bring you back to reality. Your hands twisted into his bedsheets below you. The scent of cigarettes permeated your lungs and sent a rush of slickness between your legs.

“Y-you’re...We need t-to stop Mark. I’m… fuck!”

Mark's eyes were blown with lust, all the times he'd thought of this exact situation. You, Jeno’s girlfriend, in his bed. Let him do whatever he wanted to you. He could feel his cock start to throb in his pants. Sliding another finger inside of you, he slowly started to pump them in and out. Your slick completely soaked his hand, and soon the stubble that adorned his face as he leaned in and took your clit into his mouth.

“Oh my god!”

You screamed out the moment his lips touched you. That was it, you were a goner. Hips rolled back, a half-assed attempt at seeming to pull away from his touch. Choked out moans giving away your true wants and desires. Your body admitting to all those nights you wished your hand was replaced by his. And now, all those filthy, perverted dreams were coming true. Your eyes started to water over, a lump growing in your throat now before a sob rippled through the room… you'd begun to cry. Overwhelmed by the shame, and how fucking good it felt.

“D….don’t stop, please.”

He smirked against your clit. He'd won. He knew you'd give in. His tongue swirled around your clit as his fingers started pumping into you harder and faster. If there was one thing Mark was, it was a giver. Before he went any further, he wanted to make sure you came for him. He made it his mission to make you come undone with just his mouth and hands. You could already feel it starting…that aching burn in the very pit of your abdomen. Body flushing hot and eyes fluttering shut. Feeling overwhelmed already from the few minutes with the blonde between your legs. How long has it been? Three weeks? A month and a half? A long time. It’s been a long fucking time. A shaking hand inched down into the soft mass of loose curls. Your nails weaving through till they scratch at his scalp.

“Fuck…shit, Mark…”

Your hips began to achingly slowly rock against his face. Minute movements that were just enough to amplify that growing high. He could feel your walls getting tighter around his fingers, a telling sign of your impending orgasm. Not even a full ten minutes, he was impressed. Hooking his fingers against the spongy spot deep inside of you, he started sucking on your clit a little harder, his tongue flicking back and forth as he did so.

“I’m…m…Mark...m’gonna..*”

You were so close, so fucking close. At this point your own hands were betraying you…trying to pull his mouth closer despite it being physically impossible. Your crying never ceased, only slowed down to occasional whimpers and sobs while tears slipped down your cheeks. Mark pulled off your clit with a wet pop, just long enough to whisper.

"Cum for me." Then he attached himself to your clit again, fingers starting to brutally assault your sweet spot.

“Fuuckkk! Shit! Mark!"

That was it, your vision went blurry and a mix between a sob and a moan ripped through your throat as you climaxed around his fingers. Thighs coming up around his ears and caging the poor bastard between them. Chest heaving and falling rapidly as you attempt to come down from your high.

He pulled off of your clit, sliding his fingers out of you. Prying your legs off of him, he sat up and looked down at you. "Look at you. You're a damn mess and I'm not even done yet."

Grabbing you by the chin, he leaned in and licked a tear off of your cheek. "Poor thing, already fucked out from just my fingers. Now the real fun begins."

Grabbing your hand, he brought it to his crotch. His cock strained painfully against his jeans. "See what you've done to me? Now, you've gotta fix it."

His grip on your chin pulled your attention back. A shocked gasp leaving parted lips when you felt his tongue drag across your cheek, flinching back a bit at the hot, wet streak left behind.

Unknowingly, you pulled your hand back from his own but stopped when you realized just how hard he is. “Wait..What? No, we’re not doing this.”

"Oh? You thought this was just about you? Silly girl." He smirked, letting go of your hand to move down to his belt buckle. "You think you can just look like that and I'm not going to want to fuck you?"

He quickly undid his belt buckle, and then the button on his pants before he kicked them off, leaving him in his boxers. The outline of his length didn't leave much to the imagination. He was huge to say the least, something he prided himself on.

A look of concern washed over your face. This was really happening wasn’t it. If Jeno found out, you’d be beyond fucked.

“Looking like what? It’s not my fault some drunk douche spilled his drink all over me. I didn’t exactly bring a backup…. change of clothes…” Snarky words slowed to nothing as your eyes trained on his hands, working rapidly at his belt and jeans till he was in just a thin pair of boxers.

“Shit..Mark, I don’t think.."

"Roll over and get on your hands and knees. Now."

Your protests fell on deaf ears. His barked command made your thighs squeeze together. Swallowing hard and shifting up onto your arms so you could roll over. Ass pushing high into the air now and shivering at the shift in temperature. Mark took this opportunity to rid himself of his remaining piece of clothing, tossing them to the floor.

"Good girl." He mumbled as he climbed up the bed, positioning himself on his knees behind you. "I don't have any condoms, don't worry, I'll pull out."

Though the tone of his voice told you he had no intention of doing so. But before you could say anything, he was sliding the tip of his cock between your lips, collecting your juices before stopping at your entrance. Then he pushed inside of you, he gave your ass a hard smack.

“Wait, what? No you can’t without a–fuck!”

Before there was any real time to get away, he was already pushing into you. Feeling like he was splitting you apart at the seams. “Shit...shit, fuck it hurts!” Despite your whines of pain, the harsh slap resulted in your body pushing back involuntarily against his own. Fists twisting in the sheets as tears begin to soak the mattress.

"You can take it."

He pushed deeper and deeper inside of you until his hips sat flush against your ass. Giving it another harsh slap, his hands moved to your hips. His fingertips dug in so hard you knew they'd leave bruises behind. Pulling all the way back, he slammed deep into you again. His head fell back in pleasure at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him.

"Fuck, your pussy is so perfect. Should have just done this long ago."

It wasn’t long before your forearms gave out underneath you. Upper body shaking as you collapsed against the fabric. Knees digging harshly into the mattress on either side of Mark’s waist while trying so hard to keep your lower half up. Despite your constant protests, you wanted to hear him call you a good girl again, praise you. Tell you that you make him feel good. His words were enough to gather another rush of slickness between your legs, groaning quietly and burying your face into the smoke-permeated sheets to muffle the sounds. That was useless though, the perverted noises of skin hitting skin and squelching from your near sinful arousal was probably enough to tell the entire town what was going on behind that closed door. All while your boyfriend was busy partying outside.

“I’ll tell you a secret.” He whispers darkly into your ear. ““I’d purposely missed that shot. Winning is too easy, and it feels like you’re doing this because you have to.”

A rough slap landed on your ass and you whined. “As much as I like seeing you helpless, I love making you beg more.”

He continued pounding into you. Grunts and soft moans falling from his lips. As you collapsed onto the bed, he reached down and grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking you back against him. "You're such a little slut. Just letting me fuck you, not even putting up a fight. You like this don't you? Like the idea of me fucking you with so many people out there." With your body pulled close against his own, he leaned in and bit down hard on your shoulder. "Everyone is going to know just who makes you feel this good."

Scream ripped through the room at the sharp tug of your hair. Head falling back against his shoulder now and leaving the vast expanse of your neck free to his assault. Hands scrambled back, latching onto his forearm and hip to try and ground yourself. Though his taunts were enough to push you deeper and deeper into that deliciously fuzzy headspace.

“Maybe I should call Jeno, hm? Let him see how much of a cheating slut you are.”

Your eyes rolled back, jaw going slack when that all too familiar burning sensation began building up once again. His words only made your pussy clench more, tingled with desire.

“Please, Mark…I’m close…”

Mark chuckled darkly. "Oh yea? Already gonna cum for me again? Such an easy little whore aren't you?"

His hand snaked around and grabbed your throat.

"I'm not a…"

Your words were cut off by a choked out moan as the male grabbed at your throat. Rough fingers against the soft skin enough to make me desperately whimper — actually beginning to grind back against him now and actively chasing my own climax.

"Say it. Say 'I love your cock, Mark.'"

His thrusts were growing sloppier, a telltale sign that his own orgasm was approaching fast.

“L-love your cock, Mark, love having you inside me. Splitting me open, need you all the time…always need you. Dream about you Mark.”

The rambles continued, eyelids fluttering and swollen lips continuing to spew out all of your secret desires.

That was enough to push him over the edge. "Fuck. T-take my cum like the little slut you are."

Bottoming out inside of you, you could feel his cock throbbing as his warm cum filled your hole. His hand let go of your throat and moved between your legs, toying with your clit while still buried inside of you.

"Go ahead, cum for me again and then we're all done."

You whimpered almost pathetically at the way his grip tightened on your hip when he came. Mouth falling open in a long, languid moan that quickly shifted into nearly pained cries as rough fingertips found your sensitive bud. Hips jerked back away from his touch but of course, your body betrayed you. Walls clenching around his length, a filthy mix of fluids slipped out between your thighs as you came hard around his length. Quiet sobs falling from quivering lips and your shoulders and hips occasionally convulsing from the overwhelming stimulation.

Finally Mark fell onto the bed next to you, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked up at you.

"Guess I forgot to pull out." He motioned between your legs, where he watched the mixture of fluids drip down your leg.

"I'll get you a Plan B or something. Don't want any little shits running around."

Sitting up, he reached for his pants. "We should do this again. Don't worry, Jeno doesn't have to know."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the bedroom door swung open.

"Hey, I...."

Jeno paused, taking in the scene. His expression instantly turned cold and hard. Mark turned to you and shrugged, an infuriating smirk tugged his lips.

"Oops. Guess he knows now."

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outro-jo · 1 year

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NCT Dream and who’s taking the couch

pairing: nct dream members x reader (gender neutral)

type: scenario

summary: how the nct dream members deal with arguments and who’s taking the couch when things get too heated

warnings: mentions of arguing

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mark- genuinely confused and conflicted. he’s mad too and knows you both just need some space right now but he doesn’t want you taking the couch. as comfortable as your couch is, it’s not that comfortable to sleep on… according to his brother who came to visit. he’ll probably end up going to the dorms or staying with one of the other boys but he leaves you with a kiss and reminds you that he still loves you.

renjun- he doesn’t really have a choice. you’ve already gotten a blanket and you’re on the couch, kicking him out of the living room. he sighs and sits in the door way of your shared bedroom. technically he’s “out” of the living room but he falls asleep in the door frame. your heart breaks when you get up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and he’s there, slumped over. you kiss his cheeks to wake him up and sleepily lead him over to the bed. “you owe me a neck massage” he mumbles before going back to bed.

jeno- STUBBORN! if you need the space he’s more than willing to let you have it. and he’s too heated (aries in his chart) to even think about swapping places with you but he’s still a softie so he can’t bring himself to shut the door on you. one of you is going to cave it’s just a matter of who will do it first. did i mention jeno was stubborn?

haechan- “fine! i won’t stop you!” but it only take about 10 mins before he’s out there whining about how cold the bed is without you and lays on top of you. as much as he likes to tease that you’re obsessed with him, he’s even more obsessed with you.

jaemin- lord, the ego in this argument, bless his heart. but as soon as you mention that you’re gonna take the couch he stops. he thinks of the nights when he’s on tour and you’re not there. he’s made promises to himself that he has to keep, namely never taking you for granted and never missing an opportunity to fall asleep with you in his arms (and vice versa. we love a little spoon). so he takes a deep breath, swallows his pride, and asks you to reconsider. either that or he’ll just sleep on the couch with you and then you’ll both be grumpy the next day.

chenle- he knows you have to have your way so he relents but he’d much rather make up. he doesn’t sleep at all, he’s just on his phone, looking at his collection of photos of you he has, making himself sadder before you come to the door ready to make up.

jisung- feisty when he gets angry, pretty much matching your energy but he still cares for you more than anything. as soon as you mention sleeping on the couch he immediately says no and that he’ll take it if you need space. but he comes to the door a few hours later complaining that he’s cold

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j0hnj4ej3n · 8 months

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drinking with nct dream

word count: 1.6k

warnings: mentions alcohol consumption, puking, slightly suggestive!! let me know if i’m missing anything~

notes: this was just something i’ve been wanting to write for fun because i was drinking with friends at a bar recently and it was honestly one of the best nights i’ve had in a while so i just wanted to be delusional with those memories and with it for 7dream hehe <3 hope y’all enjoyed reading and do send in requests if you have any and i’ll consider writing them~

𔘓Mark:

The both of you appreciate a drink or two every once in a while. Just to wind down and have meaningful conversations over some drinks. With alcohol in each of your systems, the mood switches from giggling over random things and silly memories, to having deep and vulnerable conversations. And then back to laughing your asses off over nothing at all. Mark gets a lot more affectionate when he gets tipsy and most times you end up on his lap by the end of the night. “Dude, you’re actually reallyyy pretty y’know?” “Shut up.” You would reply, getting shy and Mark’s throwing his head back, laughing at your flustered reaction. You love moments like this because Mark always holds you close and you’ve both completely let your guards down, it’s sweet and intimate and you’re both just happily dwelling in each other’s presence. “I’m sleepy…” Mark mumbles after the two of you empty a few more bottles. “Mmm, we should probably go to bed,” “No, no, here…” Mark mumbles into the back of your neck, pulling you down to lie with him on the couch. You chuckle to yourself because you find sleepy, tipsy Mark so adorable. He leans up slightly, to kiss you softly on the cheek, mumbling a soft ‘i love you’ as he pulls you closer by the waist and falling asleep.

𔘓Renjun:

There’s a lot of things you find impressive about your boyfriend, and one of them is his high ass alcohol tolerance. You wouldn’t say you’re a lightweight, but your tolerance is nothing compared to Renjun’s. So you feel the safest when you’re out drinking with your friends and Renjun tags along. “Okay, i think you’ve had enough tonight my love,” Renjun tells you, pulling the shot glass gently out of your grasp, ignoring your whining. “But i don’t want to waste them~” “Don’t worry about it, i’ll finish… okay? i’ll drink them… you just chill for a bit,” Renjun tells you, brushing your hair away from your face and letting you lean your tired frame against him. If you ever had to puke, Renjun doesn’t shy away from holding your hair back and readily cleans you up after too. He brings you water and lets you fall asleep beside him as the rest of your friends party on into the night. Sometimes he nags at you for drinking more than you can handle but Renjun can’t even deny that you look so cute with your cheeks red and your eyelids heavy from the sleepiness that alcohol brings. Plus, Renjun likes being able to take care of you. And even in your drunken and unconscious state, you make his heart flutter when you reach out to interlock your hand tightly with his, with your head on his shoulder.

𔘓Jeno:

“Woah… you’re gorgeous…” you tell Jeno with both hands on your cheek, looking at him with your doe eyes that are glazed over now because of the amount of drinks you had tonight. Jeno chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck. He doesn’t like drinking, so he’s really just over at your place to make sure you’ll be fine till tomorrow morning. You aren’t a huge fan of alcohol yourself but you’ve been stressed recently so you invited Jeno over to hang out with you while you drank. “You really think so?” Jeno asks with a sheepish smile on his face, if you were drunk off alcohol, he was getting drunk off you and all your shenanigans tonight. You nodded, feeling shy and kind of embarrassed, not knowing you voiced out your inner thoughts. Jeno reaches out to hold your hand, caressing your knuckles, “You’re lucky then… since we’re already together.” You gasp, “You’re my boyfriend?” Jeno nodded as he smiled at the shock on your face. “Oh my… I won,” you muttered out which had Jeno scrunching his face in laughter. He thinks you’re crazy adorable right now, “Truthfully, I think I’m the one who won,” Jeno said as he placed a quick kiss against the back of your hand. “Oh man… I should have recorded all that to show you tomorrow.”

𔘓Haechan:

There’s music playing in the back, a ‘wine night’ playlist you and Haechan curated together for nights just like this. You both share a liking for wine and would drink together when you had time. It’s one of both your favourite ways to spend time together amidst busy schedules. You both found solace in letting the wine relax your mind and bodies. The two of you would have deep talks about your own lives, the future you both dream of together. Sometimes you’ll sit with your legs over Haechan’s lap as he kneads his fingers into your calves. Or Haechan will lay his head on your lap as you run your fingers through his hair. It’s romantic, with the dimmed lights, the scented candles and the soft music playing in the back. Tonight, you’re both on your feet, swaying to the music in each other’s arms, empty wine glasses on the coffee table. Haechan holds your back securely with one arm and your thigh with the other as he dips you, causing you to laugh at this sudden move. He presses light kisses against your exposed neck before he pulls you back upright. “After all this time, I’m still crazy about you…” he whispers against your lips and you kiss him eagerly to show him that you feel the same way too.

𔘓Jaemin:

Jaemin doesn’t like alcohol, almost despises it. But who is he to stop you from having fun? If you’re happy, then he’s happy, genuinely. Even though he’s completely sober, he lets you drag him to the dance floor, a giddy smile plastered on his face. You’re kind of tipsy as you sway to the music, singing passionately along to the music from the live band. Jaemin’s so amused by you and the joy you’re radiating is so infectious that he’s singing along too. His hands never leave your body though, either holding into your hands as he twirls you around or on your waist to hold you steady. When the two of you get home, you’re more out of it than when you started dancing. And you’re literally all over him, Jaemin knows it’s not like you can help it since you become a lot more touchy when you’re tipsy. You’re planting kisses along his jaw and down his neck and you can feel the vibration on your lips when he lets out a low chuckle. “Honey… we shouldn’t,” Jaemin tells you as he gently pries you off him. You groan at the distance he places between you two, slightly disappointed that he’s rejecting your advances. “You’re drunk…” Jaemin states as he cups your face in his hands, “I’ll help you get ready for bed, okay?” You sigh but end up nodding, feeling tiredness wash over you. You’re dozing off as Jaemin helps you remove your make-up and change into more comfortable clothes. You don’t quite remember how you fell asleep but Jaemin’s already preparing you breakfast when you wake up the next morning.

𔘓Chenle:

“No!” You exclaim as you lost yet again, meaning you have to take another shot. You’re already feeling so warm on the inside and you’re sure your face is red by now. “You have to drink! Come on~” Your friend urges from the seat in front of you. You sigh as you reach out for the shot glass, but before you even bring it to your lips, Chenle pulls it out from your hand and downs it from beside you. “She can’t take anymore, I’ll drink for her,” Chenle says as he places the shot glass down, inciting a series of ‘oooo’s from your group of friends. Chenle has always been like this, which is why you find him so reliable. As annoying as he is, he’s quick to catch on when you’re uncomfortable or when you’re reaching your limit and never hesitates to step in for you. His tolerance is literally so high, you’d be out cold and Chenle isn’t even a bit tipsy. At times like this, you think Chenle’s kinda cool, romantic even. When you doze off, Chenle stays right by you, covering your exposed legs with his sweater as you sleep. He isn’t all that nice though, because you always wake up with unglamorous pictures of you in the groupchat, sent by the same boy who took shots on your behalf all night.

𔘓Jisung:

“E’rything's spinning…” Jisung mumbles into your hair. You knew this was a bad idea, Jisung isn’t great at drinking and the boys insisted on playing some stupid drinking game that got your boyfriend drinking beyond what he could take. “Do you need to puke?” You asked him as you pat his thigh, trying to get his attention and you can feel him shaking his head. “You smell great…” Jisung says under his breath as he snuggles closer to you. “Baby, you bought me this perfume,” you tell him as you try to hold back your laughter. Jisung keeps mumbling silly things as he leans against your shoulder. “You’re so pretty,” “It’s crazy… I feel like I’m in a sauna…” “Can we go get ice-cream?” You sigh as you inform him that it’s 3am and there are unfortunately ice-cream places open nearby. “What?? It’s 3??” Jisung huffs and goes silent. You think he dozed off so you stay still, just scrolling through your phone aimlessly, waiting for him to sober up a bit before bringing him into the room to sleep. That’s when you feel the gentlest kiss on your neck and you wonder if you’re imagining it. And there it was again, Jisung’s soft lips against the base of your neck and it lingers longer than the previous one. “Jisung?” “Mhm?” “What are you doing?” “Kissing you.” “Why?” “You’re just so pretty…”

#nct dream #nct dream scenarios #nct dream reactions #nct dream fluff #j0hnj4ej3n

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mazeofyeni · 8 months

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(🔴) ... [ NOW PLAYING ] [NCTZEN-MADE] CECE BEING LOVED BY NCT !

❛intro❜ : if you ever think you’re the best cece stan , that you love her more than anything – remember you will never love her as much as nct does 🥰

CLIP ONE !

nct 127 simping over cece

*cece coming to visit the nct 127 members on set* “cece is on set today , she’s come to visit me” *doyoung side eyeing haechan* “she’s here to see everyone , stop lying to the camera.” *jaehyun crushing haechans delusions💔* *yuta wrapping his arms around cece* “are you on your way home?” *shaking her head* “me mark and johnny oppa are going to a concert.” *🐰 hearing this* “yah ! but everytime i ask if you want to eat , you’re alway busy.” *angry doie* *127 laughing at doyoungs pain once again* “we’ll get food soon oppa” *happy doie* “your outfit looks nice , you might get cold though.” *taeyong being a worried mother , fixing her shirt* “and this skirt is too short , be careful,” *cece is embarrassed* “oppa.” *127 cooing at her* “i’m embarrassed.” *johnny finally coming back* *handing her a jacket😭😭*!”dreamies have a schedule tomorrow and you don’t need to be sick.” “mark asked the staff for it don’t worry” *mark taking care of cece a never ending saga* “okay have fun , don’t stay out to long cece.” *mark and johnny are confused* “oh yeah you two stay safe , don’t let her go to far alone” *taeyong does not gaf about all that just that his child is safe😭*

CLIP TWO !

wayv trying to steal cece from nct dream

*preparing for nct 2020* *yangyangs first time talking about her ever on camera* “cece is here now.” *points camera* “where.” *ten coming from the wood works* “cece , my baby!” *ten and his i raised cece agenda* “come my baby.” *this was the first time we’ve seen cece and wayv in the same frame* “wayv!” *czennies were shocked , we didn’t think they knew each other 😭/hj* “she’s our new wayv member , we’re stealing her from the dreamies.” *hendery is deadass* “yeah i’m learning chinese , give me a few months , i’ll be in the new comeback.” *dreamies are across the studio sobbing right now* “i’ll be the maknae though , that means kun has to do everything for me and not you yang yang.” *kun is in shock* “i don’t mind.” *hendery tryna figure out why yangx2 isn’t being a menace* *ten peeping it too* “oh i have to go , i’ll see you guys.” *walks away* “our yangyang is growing up.” *yangx2 is embarrassed 😭*

CLIP THREE !

cece being too cute for the dreamies

*context: cece was in the states during the dreamies 7th anniversary so she couldn’t attend the live* *jeno actively talking**mark laughing* “cece is trying to facetime me.”*the dreamies completely forgetting the objective at hand* “answer it” *like okay haechan calm down😭* *answers it* “i just dyed my hair , does it look pretty?” *mark being the first person she calls is so cute🥹* *a little more context: she doesn’t know they’re live-streaming* “we’re live ce.” “i’m sorry , i’ll call you back .” *dreamies still hyping her up* “no it’s okay , you still look pretty” “thank you” “she’s so cute” *jisung forgetting he has a mic on* “cece say hi to the camera” “hello czennies , it’s our 7 years as nct dream , thank you for staying with us this long , sorry i can’t be there , i hope to see you guys soon.” *the staff behind the camera are confused but let go* “alright we have to go , i’ll call you later.” “mm okay , love you.” *mark we see that smile* “that was our cece” *our cece🥹😭*

CLIP FOUR ! (💬nia’s notes: text like this - eng)

cece and her representative oppa johnny

*cece doing a live* “i haven’t been able to do lives , so im glad i can do this.” *phone rings* “it’s johnny oppa” *look at that smile🥹* *answers it* “hello?” “where are you?” “on the 7th floor.” “oh you’re at the company , good.” *hangs up* *confused cece* “what is wrong with him?” *shrugs* “oh well.” *5 minutes later* “the door flys open , scaring her” *johnny cackling is so sinister* “oppa!” *she’s stressed* “your face was so funny” *cece rethinking her life choices* “what do you want?” *hands her a bag* “these are the snacks you wanted , i thought you left , i was gonna give them to manager to give it to you , but since you’re here i brought it so that i could see you.” *johnny please🥹* “ah , thank you thank you.” “did you settle in okay?” *talking about her moving into her own apartment* “i still need to put my couch together , i tried to do it with renjun but we didn’t get anywhere.” *johnny to the rescue* “i’ll come the next time i’m not busy” *princess treatment* “i’ll treat you for your help” “don’t worry about it , you need a couch , i have to go , i’ll call soon.” *head pats , look at the fucking head pats😭💔* “bye bye”

CLIP FIVE !

chenle simping for cece

*dance practice bts* “everyone take a break” *chenle sits down on the floor* *cece sees her target* “chenle” *get y’all someone who smiles at you like that😭* *lays down on the floor , her head in his lap💔* “i’m hungry.” *look at that pout , she knows how to play the game* “hungry , what do you want?” *chenle about to leave practice to get her food* “ramen?” *shakes head* “chicken?” *shakes head* “what then?” *cece shrugs* *his ass can’t even be frustrated because he’s so in love he can’t help but smile* *grabs her cheeks* “ah cute! i’ll get you something after okay?” *he’s so in love🥰*

❛outro❜ : there are so many more clips but i’ll leave it here , i’m just glad our cece has a bunch of people who love and appreciate her ❗️ , she’s so loved💔😭.

©️MAZEOFYENI

#fictional idol addition #fictional idol community #fictional idol oc #fictional kpop community #fictional kpop oc #fictional kpop idol #nct female addition #nct addition #nct dream female member #nct dream addition #nct dream 8th member #nct 24th member #nct female member #nct female oc #nct dream female addition #cece (content)

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swee7dream · 7 months

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nct dream as partners to an age regressor nct dream x f! reader

author's note: hihi! first time blogging, kinda nervous... i've had this idea in my little marble head for quite some time and now here i am posting it !

dni: if you sexualize age regression and/or have an 18+ blog.

genres & content warnings: fluff fluff fluff. no warnings !

이민형 | mark lee

ur gonna be the death of him. poor boy is stressed 25/8

he's doing his best but he still doesn't quite understand at times

a quality time lover ! sometimes he gets so immersed in his own thing he doesn't notice you switch tasks until it's too late,,,,

"oh no! oh dude... i'm so sorry man, c'mere. no, don't apologize. it's my fault. it's ok. you can cry all you want. let's just get a bandaid on that gnarly cut, okay?"

when he's sorry, he means it ! after the pb&j knife switcheroo incident, he made sure to set alarms to make your meals just in case you've regressed that day and can't (safely) make your own food

a very good listener ! he loves listening to u talk for hours and hours and hours and hours and

listens intently to the explanation of your shows, the names of your plushies, and the storylines currently on going as you play pretend

loves playing pretend. at first, he was a bit shy, breaking character and laughing into his hands when embarrassment got the best of him, but now bro is confident! u could place him in a broadway show and no one would think he's out of place

could be said he was actually the one who made the first move to play pretend.

"...whatcha doing?" "playing" "...what are you playing?" after being burned under your x-ray vision gaze for no less than 5 seconds, you hand him a plushie and 'insist' on him playing with you

not one for titles or nicknames. mark is mark, you are you!

punishments are the last of his worries. hopefully, you don't make it rise the ranks

황런쥔 | huang renjun

manners freak

"ah!" he always has to hold whatever you asked for out of your reach. "what do we say? it starts with a t and ends with a 'you'."

does all sorts of crafts with you

one time, he drew your favorite character and you loved it so much you made him put it on your wall then and there. he was undermining it and complaining that he didn't want to get up and do all the work that involves framing it but the smile and blush on his face told a different story

lets you put stickers on him! only the pretty ones that he's approved beforehand. and NOT on his hair. he's chinese, not korean. he doesn't need the military service buzzcut

like mark, not big on titles. they make him uncomfortable tbh. nicknames for you, however, he does quite like (tiny, munchkin, etc.).

happy to let you be independent while regressed under STRICT supervision

goes so far as to make little songs and jingles to you can sing along to as you perform certain tasks so you both know you're doing things safely and correctly even when out of his eyesight

ur complete coloring pages go right next to his pieces of art on the fridge. u are both artists !

lullabies are a must. the man is a singer for a living ! good night! z Z z ....

punishments usually consist of renjun nagging on for over an hour. you don't really tend to listen. it's mostly for him to let out his frustration before the big stepper comes for you.

"and NO ice cream this weekend!" "NO!"

이제노 | lee jeno

first one to actually not mind titles ! he can live without them but they scratch an itch in his brain like nothing else can

two words: cute aggression. leans in to kiss your cheek only to bite it. he bites your nose. he bites your EARS ?! someone lock this man up !

hugs you in a way that presses the cheeks of the two of you until you look like twins conjoined at the head

the cuddliest man ever like i've never seen a more teddy bear-coded individual?!?!?!

"gotta pee." "hold it." "i can't!" grumbling jeno noises

started going back to the gym after seeing how much he you like being carried

he doesn't really talk a lot when in cg mode, but you've known him long enough that you can read his body language just fine

might actually be in cg space more than you are regressed !

just anything that you do, big or little. it's so precious to him. he feels the urge to just protect you from everything!!!

no !!! u can't go outside !!! what if bugs bite u?!!! oh u brought bug spray? ok... send him a message of when u get on the bus! and when u get off the bus! and to ur friend's house! actually, just let him drive u ok? give him five minutes to change !

the worst at dishing out punishments out of all of dream. a pout, a teary eye, a sniffle, he's unraveling at the seams.

he sits on a chair by the bed, arms crossed with a stern look. you could shatter it with a bat of your lashes, but you know you need this.

"i'll be sitting here until you fall asleep. we could've played chutes and ladders tonight like you wanted if you hadn't thrown away your veggies, angel."

이동혁 | lee donghyuck

he is the baby. wdym you are ?

poor boy is used to being the youngest and acting cute, what is he supposed to do now that the tables are turned?

at the beginning, it's lots of awkward head pats and hugs of comfort.

sits you on his lap while he's gaming, playing with you and your toys in between matches

kind of insecure to be ur cg :( give the boy praise and appreciation!

"you," he sighs, looking away from you. "you should really be in bed by now. it's past your bedtime." "but you're not asleep." another sigh. "i know..."

when his confidence and comfortability is up tho? big big BIG on the baby talk and praise to the point you have to remind him you guys are in public!!! it started out as a joke (yk how he is, being annoying on purpose with his main weapon being aegyo). he doesn't think it's a joke anymore guys,,,,,,,,,,,,,

titles are goofy to haechan. he calls you the same he always does.

"what about me? did i do a good job today?" he asks, striking a ridiculous pose. "yeah ! you're the best, chan ! :D" "... :( thank u baby :,("

punishments don't exist actually! he's right there next to you. silly string all over the room? it was his idea to play spiders. veggies thrown away? impossible. he never bought them to begin with. didn't do your assignment? was it that important to begin with? hyuck doesn't think so

might be a regressor too ! on the older side, perhaps (pre-teen - teenage)

나재민 | na jaemin

terrible for big space. just the absolute worst

baby talk and aegyo is not an action for him, it's a lifestyle. makes you do one or the other (or both if he's feeling particularly sadistic i mean playful) if you want something or as a punishment on the lighter side

probably made you slip multiple times before you even told him you regress

all the cheesy, cringy, cliche stuff? he does that. shamelessly too

loves titles and uses them on himself even if you don't. doesn't make you call him anything, but he loves how it 'rolls off the tongue so well!'

he's an addict to nicknames for you. finds them randomly

"oh man, look at that rabbit! it's so cute!" "just like y/n" "what" just randomly takes out his phone in the middle of walking to text you nana: hi bunny you: ? you: hi?

acts of service are his natural calling. you might as well be quadriplegic.

makes your favorite drink for you! ur too little to do it urself !!! let him do it for u (pls pls pls pls pls he's on his knees)

also makes lunches for you that are all pretty and shaped like some sort of animal when ur feeling small ! he stopped doing cats though since one time you felt like you were eating luna and cried.

you two literally fight to death about who loves who the most. jaemin has to be tied to a chair in the basement of an abandoned building to let you do literally anything for him

punishments are extremely rare. virtually non-existent. he prefers to talk things through and give rewards rather than take away

health is important! it's so so important to him he set up a meal plan where you eat the rainbow three times a day.

makes you exercise with him.........

"i'll be home in about half an hour, jellybean. do you think you could finish a bottle of water by then? i know you can. i'll see you soon, okay?"

종천러 | zhong chenle

you know those people that talk to babies like they're grown people that pay taxes and drink alcohol? that's chenle

he knows you've regressed and you're not in the mindset of an adult anymore, but he isn't a big baby talk person like jaemin is

the nicknames he uses for you are very classic so he can use them both in public and in private (doll, dollface, princess, etc.)

surprisingly into his role as cg? like, he has a chart set up for you and everything. if he's abroad/not around, he'll call you so you can place the gold stars yourself in his behalf

another manners enthusiast

uses titles for himself and expects you to use them too

"'can i have dessert please, what?', princess? what word is missing from that sentence?"

doesn't say much but always keeps an eye or hand on you in public.

bro is nonchalant (for the most part. just don't read his locked notes)

"a gift? i didn't buy you anything" LIAR. "what pink box? have you opened it? bring it over here. let me see"

he's very patient, just stern since he has strict boundaries and rules. constantly encouraging you to have firm boundaries as well.

"is this ok?" "do you not like this?" "how do you feel about that?"

go-to punishment is writing lines. always gives you a yogurt or some other snack when you finish. mostly does it for himself, he doesn't like staying on the subject of punishment/bad behavior. there's better things to do in his opinion

his favorite activity to do with you when small is your text message conversations. no words, no talking, just a photo message from you (!!!! look what i'm doing !!!!) and a photo from him in response (!!!! good job i'm so proud of you !!!! here's what i'm doing !!!!)

박지성 | park jisung

a lot like mark, not a fans of titles or nicknames

more of a listener. has lots of questions but doesn't want to interrupt the groove with which you're explaining the lore of equestria so he just nods his head in hopes that he'll understand with time and context

the one who would adjust the fastest to learning about your age regression out of all the dreamies. give him five minutes and he'll be like "...ok. wanna watch tv now?"

jisung is so !!! silly !!!

a goofy boy. he loves making exaggerated reactions and expressions to make you laugh

"gah-!" you've hit him with an invisible arrow! jisung holds his chest, stumbling back to slowly fall down onto the floor. very very slowly. "you've shot me... i can feel my life force leaving me... why... would you do this...? bleh."

kind of has a sixth sense for you. if something triggers you and makes you slip in public, he's like a cat that heard something no one else can.

pulsing your hand in his to get your attention only for you to avoid eye contact is a dead giveaway. he might not always be able to leave the event, but he makes sure to give you a break of just you two. breathing exercises, grounding techniques, he also lets you play with the plush toy keychain he bought for occasions just like these.

the first time you shutdown verbally when small, jisung panics! he's running around looking up on the internet how to 'talk without talking'. now he's a baby sign language expert. good job, you! /gen

can u tell this came from a jaemin delusion? he's just so cg coded my LORD ㅠㅠ

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tyxoxo · 1 year

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One Night Only - IV.

ch. 3, m.list

Jeno x fem!reader series

Genre: slow burn, fuckboy!jeno, enemies to lovers/hate fucking fwb! bookstore jeno → model jeno au, 00’ dream + mark + jun (seventeen) character inserts

Words: 5.2k

Warnings: pure filth, jeno is mean, cocky, stubborn, this relationship is extremely toxic (i dont condone, this is pure fiction), (future) unprotected sex, choking, slapping, degrading, spitting, dumbification, dacryphilia, oral (f and m receiving), cum play, envy, mdni!

tagging: @nonaism @pradajaehyun @painted-hills

a/n: omg after freaking forever i finally have chapter 4. tysm for waiting and massive hugs to those who commented on previous chapters and left me encouraging asks to continue!

Chapter 4

[ The drop of his umbrella was the last thing you could recall before connecting your lips to his. ]

He was just as steady as you hoped he would be; unrelenting in his attempt to devour your mouth. Your arms reached up to wrap around his cold neck, pulling him closer into your embrace, his cologne still just as evident as before.

His lips felt scorched against yours, despite the rest of his skin feeling a few degrees cooler from the rain.

The sound of your lips colliding filled the hall of your apartment; smacking, licking, tugging as if it was your last kiss.

Neither of you were concerned if someone saw. You were too busy reveling in how his hands explored your body in such a heated rush. How the two of you were using tongue within seconds of kissing for the first time.

Before you could even try to pull him by his collar into your apartment, you felt his wet hands clasp under your thighs and hoist you up. Your legs immediately wrapped around his tiny waist where you belonged, that familiar flame in your core charging upon making contact with his groin. He managed to growl into your mouth, sending vibrations through every nerve in your body.

The wind that blew past you as he carried you into your apartment made you wonder if he had enough patience to make it to your room. It didn’t matter where two of you landed, as long as you could keep kissing him.

“Where’s your room?”

His voice had transformed into something so deep. Deeper than you’ve ever heard. But you would never admit to him that his low tone made you wet.

If this was anyone else, you would’ve combated this foreshadowing. But he sounded so confident with what he wanted to do to you.

Your mouth latched onto his neck, completely ignoring his question so you could taste the rain on his smooth skin.

“Behind me…go straight.” You could feel thunder brewing in his throat from his grunts while sucking along his adam’s apple. You attempted to make last minute marks along his neck before he got to your room. And guessing by how his vein pulsed against your tongue, you succeeded.

Jeno resumed carrying you to your bedroom, kicking the door open. The only lighting provided was the night light plugged in the corner, offering some assistance to your vision.

You had never been tossed on the bed before, but to experience it with such force was enough to shatter your equilibrium.

Before your eyes could adjust to the dimly lit room, Jeno had already thrown his jacket and shirt across your room creating a loud “splat” sound. You wished to focus more on the contours of his upper body, but he had already descended in a hunting stance towards you.

He lowered himself, positioning his broad frame in between your legs. His lips connected to your clothed chest this time, trying to bite through the collar of your cotton shirt. He seemed so starved, so animalistic.

You craved to be kissed there. But it seemed your fingers were having trouble lifting your shirt off your head. And by the looks of Jeno’s furrowed brow, he was getting impatient. In two swift motions he stripped you down to your underwear, throwing everything to the side against your computer desk. You arched your back at the feeling of your nipples being exposed to the cold air in your room. They were already hard from the moment you first kissed him.

The smell of your escence filled his nose, causing him to inhale so violently. His eyes rolling back as if he was overtaken by a deviant spirit.

“You smell so, fucking, good.”

You bit your lip hard in response, trying your hardest to suppress a moan that could’ve easily fueled his already molten ego.

He licked his lips and combed through his soaked strands before diving in, using his mouth to latch onto your sensitive nipple and using his hand to give attention to the other.

It felt so shameless to let a moan escape your lips because of him. But he worked his tongue so well, alternating between flicking, and tugging on it with his teeth. Your eyes were shut, not being able to see that he was absorbing your look of bliss, with mental notes to keep you that way for the rest of the night. Your hands were up splayed at your head, grabbing desperately at your pillow.

His mouth then switched to your other nipple but this time, his hand trailed down to cup your clothed core. Jeno’s eyes fluttered when he felt that you weren’t damp…you were soaked.

The pads of his fingers practically sliding along the strip of your panties. He maintained concentration rubbing his fingers along the flood in your underwear and sucking your now-abused nipple.

Your body jolted upon feeling his tongue change direction, starting at your bellybutton and then licking up to your neck; his warmth leaving a wet trail along your upper body. He met your lips again, your tongues dancing together as one.

Saliva pooled against the corner of your mouth as your wet muscles twirled against each other. Your body squirmed, completely drunk off of how he tasted.

So warm…and inviting, a stark contrast to his character.

His left hand reached up to grab a hold of your entire jaw. You froze at the harsh hold he had on you, not even concerned if he squished you beyond repair. Through your hooded eyes, you could see a long line of saliva between the two of you as he disconnected. Jeno’s eyes followed how the line stretched and fell.

Jeno’s tongue descended upon yours a second time. He then rose up, the both of you watching the bridge form and fall again. One lick of his lips broke the connection and he used his hand to smear the fluid over your mouth in such a rough, unhinged way that you were still processing the moment.

You raised your head to see where he had gone as your bed felt lighter. He stood at the edge, creating somewhat of a strip show as he began to unbuckle his belt. His eyes bore deep into your own as he managed to sling his belt through all the loops of his jeans with just one hand.

There was no time for waiting on him to tell you what to do. You knew what you wanted.

You lunged towards the edge of the bed, like a depraved pawn.

Crawling towards him was invigorating in its own right. He smirked down at you, obviously eyeing at what a spectacle you were.

Your hands danced out of control to unbutton his pants and yank them down his chiseled thighs. Your eyes were met with a bulge you’ve only hoped to see in your dreams. The elastic of his expensive-looking briefs were hanging on for dear life, swelled to the max from his erect cock.

His tip was peeking out of the waistband, swollen red, leaking pre-cum with every inhale and exhale. It was obvious that your eyes were trying to process all of this. You hadn’t even pulled his briefs down yet and you were already salivating.

Trying to take him would be a challenge, no matter which hole he decided to abuse.

The motion of his length snapping back against his abs as you pulled down his briefs was already playing like a broken record in your mind. He was undeniably huge. There was no way he could fit in either part of you.

The light caresses he gave across your forehead transitioned into his hand squeezing around your neck, without warning. No room for air and barely any sensory awareness to blink away the tears forming in your eyes from the pressure. You knew he could see you struggling to breathe.

But he didn’t care.

He lowered his head to your level, his irises a gleaming body of ink.

“Don’t fucking waste my time.” Jeno spat at you, his cock getting harder at the sight of a vein popping along your temple from how hard he squeezed your throat.

A huge gulp of air was the only fair thing he offered you, his hand releasing in just the same amount of speed as when he first took hold of you. You shuffled to the ground, being at his complete disposal on your knees. It seemed that position would fare way better than trying on the bed.

You licked your lips as part of your concentration while gliding his pre-cum down his shaft with your trembling hands. You sped up your movements, not wanting to stir the beast above you any longer. His veins shocked your palms with each stroke, pulsing from all the blood that kept him as hard as a diamond.

Jeno felt so relieved. To finally be touched there, after a month. And for it to be you of all people, made him feel so powerful. Seeing you struggle when you hadn’t even started, made his pride peak to an unhealthy amount.

With each stroke, you squeezed him hard, making sure to go from the tip all the way down to the base. It seemed that you were doing well enough, as he began thrusting in your hand; the sharpness of his hips an obvious preview for what would come later.

The way his essence illuminated his cock made you hungry for more. Even the way he combed his bangs back to get a better view of your hands working his dick motivated you to not waste his time.

It was inevitable that you would have to take him in your mouth soon. The thought wasn’t out of distaste, but rather nervousness from how often you would choke around him. Both of your hands barely covered him and his tip alone was intimidating. Yet, he was so perfectly structured, and you couldn’t help but shift your thighs together to subdue that longing in your core.

“C’mon what are you waiting for?” Jeno probed above you, licking his lips in anticipation.

Your mouth had never stretched this wide to take anyone in before. But you managed to invite him in with a drooling tongue. You didn’t get far, but you compensated by stroking his length, using his remaining slick as lubrication.

The sigh he let out was delicious.

You just hoped you could impress him enough so he wouldn't shit talk you to whatever friends he had.

After a few moments of trying to get your tongue in the right position, there was somewhat of a rhythm forming even though your jaw was being tested of its limits.

With every gag you made trying to take more of him, Jeno released a guttural groan from deep within.

“Look at me bitch. Don’t look down.”

His words didn’t sting near as much as the slap against your cheek. If anything, it made more of your arousal pool against your inner thighs. You wanted to tell him to slap you again but your entire mouth was full.

Not much could be discerned through your watery eyes. But you scanned up anyways, meeting his inflamed lips from how hard he chewed them.

His hands reached down, one cupping underneath your chin and the other resting on top of your head. This type of headlock was completely new to you but you didn’t resist. Somehow through the pressure, you formed a natural response to put your hands behind your back to demonstrate your willingness to obey.

His hips thrusted sharper, his tip practically stabbing the back of your throat with each back and forth motion.

You couldn’t help but close your eyes from the soreness forming along the back of your throat, but if he had something to say about it, you would take it. There wasn’t much he could fit, but he was determined to keep trying. You felt filthy, but with such grandiose: all of the saliva dripping down your body and onto the floor, his growls bouncing off your bedroom walls, your tears streaming down your cheeks by the second. There was only so much nose breathing you could sustain. And now that he was obsessed with seeing your eyes scrunch up with the pressure of blocking your airway, he wasn’t going to slow down anytime soon.

“Fuckkkk. You’re trying so hard aren’t you?” He whispered now, trying to hide the tell-all of his impending high.

“I’ll get you there, someday. You’ll learn how to… take all of me.” He paused often, the feeling of your tongue sliding along the underside of his cock being too much to handle.

It took very little effort to realize that you were merely a tool for Jeno to use. All those days you pushed his supremacy to the back of your head, trying to deny that one day, the two of you would be here like this.

With one final thrust, he stilled inside your mouth, hunched over with his upper half practically laying on your head. His grunts and strings of profanity flooded the room. Your hands rushed to slap against his thighs, signaling that you for sure couldn’t breathe now. Neither did he or his cock care about your surrender. He remained there with complete control over your head, keeping you in place. His cum jetted out in thick spurts, bubbling up inside. You choked on all of the above, your body trembling and on the verge of collapsing. Your entire mouth was filled to the brim, yet you wanted to down it all like a complete animal.

“Yesss” His single exhale stirred you out of your vertigo.

A loud “pop” filled the room from Jeno backing out of your throat and a huge gasp from your vocal chords was left in place. Your hands cupped underneath your chin to catch any remaining fluid that tried to waste onto the floor. It wasn’t the mess you were concerned about, it was the fact that he tasted so clean. You slurped at your hands like he was a delicacy all kept to yourself.

Jeno continued stroking his still-hard cock as he watched you gulp down all that he had to offer.

“So hot…” He whispered while kicking off his pants and briefs that were hung low at his ankles.

He then walked over to where he threw his jacket, digging in the inside pocket to grab a familiar foil packet. Within a second of ripping it with his teeth, he glided it over his dick with grimace. You’re only guess would be that he disliked the constraint, not surprising.

Once he was somewhat satisfied, he stepped over to you and lowered his slicked hand around your neck again. You failed at trying to take the pressure of your jaw as he hoisted you up with ease and tossed you on the bed.

Before you could try to suck your fingers clean, he had already ripped your underwear in half and tossed it behind him.

Your yelp only got louder by the time Jeno dragged you to the edge of the bed, hooking his arms around your thighs. For that brief second of him being at your level, you wanted to kiss him again. But it seemed his mind was already hooked on other things. He was more focused on how you clenched around nothing when he pried your legs apart…and the way your aroma was even stronger and more intoxicating than before.

Your eyes followed his face with every action he did, not even realizing that his cock was awaiting your entrance. His raised brow got your attention. It seemed he pondered in thought on whether or not you could even take a few inches of him.

His girth was intimidating, obviously. And you didn’t have any recollection of taking someone like him before.

But the waiting was torture.

“Please…” The whimper that fell from your lips was so pathetic. But it caused a shift in Jeno’s uncertainty. In a mere blink, he tested your flexibility; prying your legs even more outward and as far back as you could allow. Your eyes then dragged down to his length. From the moment he slipped into you, there was a feeling of ascension…whatever words you could think of before your mind fell into a state of oblivion.

He sighed in ecstasy as you tried to maintain to get accustomed to his size. Luckily, the amount of your arousal provided a slick entry at first, but you still felt his lack of prepping. The more he tried to inch forward, the more you winced.

You tried to back away to relieve the pressure, but his hands kept your hips in place.

“Do you know how long I’ve needed this?”

“You were made for me.”

There was enough confidence left in you to agree with him.

You felt reckless for thinking this would be painless, but the trail of sweat inching down his abs and shameless lick of his lips made the stretch get easier with every breath. These hyperfixations weren’t going to last long, as you could feel the pit in your stomach grow deeper.

Your vision blurred as he bottomed out, his entire body flush against your own.

Jeno realized you were already too drunk to kiss him back but he swallowed the labored breaths that fell from your lips anyways; mouth hung open as he sucked on your tongue, enjoying the vibrations from your pitiful vocals.

At first he thrusted slow, relishing in how your walls trapped him in; rocking into you, prolonging the hilt as best as he could.

You knew there could be more.

And he proved your point. Jeno pistoned into you now, with your bed creaking as it became stressed against the two of you, though still not as loud as the skin slapping that followed. You clawed at your sheets for support as your whole body began to shake. Each connected hit made your body recoil, adding onto the pleasure of his veiny cock being somewhat of a ribbed feature made just for you.

From that start, he didn’t shy away from expressing his pleasure. It was the most unhinged sounds you’ve ever heard come out of his mouth. Occasionally a curse word would mix in with his grunts: a “fuck” or “shit” to be precise. And his eyes would constantly scan up and down your sweat slicked body, from your breasts to your blissed out face. To which you probably assumed looked a mess; contorted into whatever unsightly expressions your muscles produced. But to him, it was a sign that he was doing everything right.

Throughout all of this, you managed to tolerate your legs being pryed and bent apart for this long, and by the looks of Jeno’s gratification, this must’ve been his go to position if the girl allowed.

Not that you would protest against him.

“You’re taking me in so well. You feel that?” Jeno’s right hand trailed towards your groin, applying pressure in the process. Your body jolted upright at the added friction surging from his tip now brushing against your womb, obviously visible even under the dim lighting.

“I’m in so fucking deep.”

You then raised your hands to hook around his neck and bring his face closer to you. He obliged, lips connecting after what seemed like eons. The kiss was still just as messy, due to his hips not once faltering. But you liked it that way.

You were still just as fixated as him on the sounds of your nether regions talking to him: juices squelching and constantly flowing out onto your sheets. That combined with how his words equaled the rhythm of his hips was enough to ignite more flames under your skin.

“Keep your hand there, please.” You broke the kiss to make that request, hoping your supplication would be fulfilled.

And he did.

“Fuckkk. You’re so slick… so wet. I can feel you, getting close.”

Jeno’s tone was shaky now. Just when you thought he couldn't get any deeper, he slammed you further into the bed, one hand stiffening around your throat and the other keeping your leg as far back as you could stretch. Your hands immediately clasped around his for leverage as your airway became obstructed. He lowered his face, his lips millimeters away and denying you of any kiss you wanted. His irises were unrecognizable, pupils dilated more than you’ve ever seen before.

A devilish chuckle brewed from his chords, icy as it hit against your chin. His wickedness was all in part to how close you looked to becoming unconscious.

“Cum on my cock…cum on my fucking cock bitch.”

Each word through gritted teeth matched his thrust, growing in intensity. Seismic waves rutted through every fiber of your body. Your strained moans that managed to escape through his restriction on your breathing geared him to go deeper and harder. Jeno’s grunts turned into moans now, mouth hanging open, lockjaw from the success of his power trip and your intense orgasm.

Stars overtook your vision, ringing blared through your ears, and warmth flooded the rest of your senses as you came undone. Jeno’s hold on your throat didn’t let up and neither did the force of his cock kicking that familiar wave into overdrive. The pressure he held against your airway made the “thump” in your pulse slowly diminish with each sea of white that flashed across your vision.

The numbness that trailed after, made his strength irresistibly addictive. It felt too good to tell him to let go.

Jeno shook his head to separate his sweaty bangs, practically dripping down his temple. Your eyes were fluttering, body going limp underneath him.

He let up without your permission. A series of gasps for air followed. An obvious feeling of disappointment washed over you as he drew back; your legs falling like heavy weights onto the mattress, and your pussy already deprived of his size as you trembled from the involuntary clenching of your walls. Regardless of your lower body being in stasis, you used what remaining strength you had left to prop yourself up by your elbows to see where he had gone. Through the haze, you saw him upright and still above you with his condom already off, his eyes still boring deep into your own.

With one final stroke, milky white shot from his tip. Multiple ropes fell onto your ribs and stomach, feeling tepid against your sweaty skin.

You could tell by the way he collapsed next to you that he wasn’t going anywhere tonight. And you were surprisingly okay with it.

Not knowing how to carry on the rest of the night with Jeno around, you decided that once you found the strength, you would clean yourself up and hang both your clothes up to dry.

*ring* *ring* *ring*

The unpleasant sound of an incoming call stirred you from your sleep. Once you turned over to grab it from your nightstand, your eyes grew in horror.

The caller id read: Renjun.

You obviously forgot to set an alarm last night. And it was currently 12pm, right on the dot for when you were supposed to meet him at the museum.

With a face palm, you answered, hoping he wasn’t furious.

“Hey! I made it here. Are you closeby?” Renjun’s cheery voice made you feel even more like shit.

“Please don’t hate me, I forgot to set an alarm. I’m actually still home but I'll be there as fast as I can!” You winced in anticipation for his response, hoping he would forgive you for being late because his best friend completely destroyed you last night.

“Oh no worries! How about we grab a bite to eat first and then go? I can snag us a table at Uju’s, they’ll probably have a wait anyways since it’s lunch time.”

You exhaled in relief.

“That sounds great. I’m on my way!”

You hung up and immediately turned to the other side of the bed so you could wake up Jeno and tell him to leave.

To your surprise, it was empty.

There didn’t seem to be a note left behind or a text message, not that you expected different. But a part of you wondered that if you didn’t have this play date with Renjun, would you have stayed in bed replaying last night? Probably.

You thought it would be easy to get up and power walk. But the events of last night left you limp and sore. So much so that Renjun might question it when you make it to the restaurant.

You rushed to brush your teeth and put on some leisure clothes, mentally thanking yourself for showering the night before.

It was one thing to limp in front of strangers but to limp in front of Renjun made you very self aware of how crippled Jeno made you. Surely this would wear off later today.

“There you are!” Renjun exclaimed while standing up from the table to greet you, pulling you in for a hug to your surprise. You tried your best to wobble over and return the embrace.

“Here I am!” You exclaimed as you took your seat at the small round table.

Luckily, you were only 15-minutes late and by the looks of it, Renjun only had enough time to order drinks.

You had never been to this restaurant before either, too many to count. But it had a nice contemporary and casual feel, perfect for a sunny noon in Seocho-gu.

“Are you doing okay? Just noticed you limping a bit?” He asked while taking a sip from his tall glass of water.

Of course, your cheeks grew hot at his question but you managed to cool them off with a sip of the cold water before answering.

“Yeah I’m fine! I slipped last night walking home from the station. The rain was no joke.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. You didn’t fall but you were sure that he could relate to how strong the rainstorm was after the employee appreciation dinner last night.

“Yeah no kidding. The wind actually tore my umbrella but it was about time I got a new one.”

“So how did you find out about this new museum?” You asked while looking over the menu.

“I saw it on Instagram just scrolling through my ‘for you’ page. I asked Jeno if he wanted to go but he said no.”

“Does he do that a lot?”

I guess if you wanted to learn more about the guy you fucked, it would best be learned from his childhood friend. Not like Jeno would be personable with you.

“Back then, no. But ever since we left our parents to move in together, yes. I guess he just has no interest anymore. Would much rather go on dates or watch scary movies.”

“That’s unfortunate.” You trailed off with a sigh.

“Well if you ever find any more events and places to see, i’d be down to join.”

“Of course!” He beamed a smile while bowing in his seat.

A server soon came up and took your orders. Earlier, the two of you observed how big their portions were, even for lunch time. So you both thought it was best just to share since that would be plenty along with the side dishes.

To pass the time, you tried thinking of multiple ways of delving into Jeno’s background. But each time you wanted to spit out the question, you retreated. Renjun would be intelligent enough to realize that you were asking way too many things about a guy you seemingly despised. He’d seen enough of how Jeno treated you, and talked shit about you.

The best you could do without sounding contradictory was ask,

“So is Jeno the main person you’ve stayed in contact with since elementary school?”

You weren’t sure if the answer would yield much satisfaction.

“Yeah pretty much. Believe it or not, I don’t think he could live without me. He would never admit it though.” Renjun smirked to himself.

“Why’s that?”

“Well, I probably shouldn’t say too much. Not that I don’t trust you but…Actually never mind.”

He shook his head, his bangs waving back and forth just as strong as his hands.

“You can tell me. I try to stay away from him as much as possible, you know that.”

You hoped your last bit sounded convincing because the way Jeno fucked you last night had you second guessing your clarity.

You were sure that he was probably going about the day like normal, adding you to his ongoing list of girls he snatched. But that had to be it for him, and he was okay with it.

On the other hand, you felt stripped of your decorum. But deep down, you wanted to test just how much more mean he could get: your very own sick and twisted journey to resilience.

You thought that Renjun was still ignoring you, based on the lack of eye contact and incessant lip chewing.

“Okay, don’t tell him I told y-”

“I won’t!”

“Well the reason I said that is because Jeno doesn’t really have a home to go back to.”

Your eyebrows raised in piqued interest, already trying to guess what he could possibly mean.

“As you heard at the employee dinner, Jeno is trying to get into modeling. But it seems I’ve been the only one in his life that’s believed in him. His parents started questioning him towards the end of high school on why he wasn’t applying for colleges considering his test scores were pretty good. But once he told them he wanted to model, his dad went ballistic. To this day I still don’t know what all he said, but based on the fact Jeno’s dad has always been pretty hardcore authoritarian, and his mom just gives into whatever his dad says, it seems Jeno doesn’t ever want to see them again. He hasn’t for 4 years.”

This probably explained his unbridled rage and contempt for pretty much everyone.

“Daddy issues. Lovely.”

Was all you could produce from his spiel.

“Shhhh! Don’t let him hear you say that or it’s game over.”

Renjun seemed quite perturbed by your insult, as if “big and bad” Jeno could possibly be here right now.

“Is he really your friend if you fear him that much? It’s complete bullshit!”

“What’s your sudden peak of interest in him anyways? Is there something I should know?”

Your burst of energy from all of these revelations were shut down.

And the server arriving with your food came just in time.

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lovjisungs · 1 year

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nct dream and the cute things they do in your relationship

mark ✩ sends you pictures of the sky whenever he travels

mark LOVES sending you pictures of the sky. whenever he’s going on a trip for work, you know there will soon be photos in your conversation thread almost everyday of his view. it varies from his airplane view, his hotel room view, or even various selfies with the sky in the background.

there was even one time he sent you a video where it started by him setting the phone down on the ground, and jogging a short distance backwards making sure he was in frame. in the background, the sun was setting and creating a beautiful pinkish-purple color. mark was almost a shadow in the video but you could still see him as he bounced once in the air and waved at the phone, “baby, it’s so pretty tonight! oh damn, can you even see me?”

renjun ✩ hugs you like he’s been gone for years while away on short work trips

renjun is so cute. now that that’s out of the way, he’s terribly clingy to you even if he hates to admit it and will never admit it around anyone but you. of course he loves his job and is forever grateful for it, but he can’t deny the excitement and the extra bounce in his step when he realizes they’re going home soon, he’s going home to you soon.

after the expected but never wanted mobbing at the airport, and he finally can feel like he can breathe again, before he knows it; they’re back at the nct dream dorm. he’s the first one to hop out of the car, frantically pressing the automatic door for the van, like that speeds up the process or something. as soon as he’s in the door, he sees you jump up from the couch. dropping his bags, he runs to you and falls into your arms, fitting perfectly and squeezing you tight.

“renjun hyung it has been 2 days!” you hear jisung shout from the door, as you giggle, still hugging your boyfriend cause neither of you care.

jeno ✩ loves to help you with housework.. successfully or unsuccessfully it doesn’t matter to you

surprisingly, jeno is actually the one to drag you out of bed to get the day started. he initiates the chores, whether they be the ones he does on his own or ones he can do with you. don’t tell anyone, but he especially loves the ones he can do with you. he can’t explain it but things seen as mundane by most aren’t mundane with you, they’re never going to be.

“jeno you did not.” you gasp, as he pulls out his load of laundry, most if not all of shirts having shrunk in the wash. “tha-that’s okay!,” he stammers, before holding up the tiniest shirt to his chest and saying, “honey, i can fix this.” he looks down at the shirt and then back up at you, before you both burst into laughter.

haechan ✩ makes playlists for you

haechan adores making playlists for you. he tries his best to make them monthly, and you can’t wait for the days when you wake up to the texts where he has sent you the link to his playlist he makes for you!! it’s filled with songs he’s discovered throughout the month and/or songs he heard and thought of you.

if you’re having a hard time, he really tries to put some consistent favorites on there that he knows you will love and appreciate. some months you’re lucky, and along with the playlist link, he sends a link or two of a song in his archives that he may or may not release one day :,)

“you’re going to LOVEE the playlist this month, just saying.” he will strut around the house proudly, mentioning it all the time loving to tease you.

jaemin ✩ takes candid pictures of you or you & him together

jaemin loves capturing you and your happiness in a picture. the process of getting to see all the happy memories locked away into a picture he took with his own hands is something very beautiful to him. majority of the time, he shows goy the pictures as soon as he takes them, but recently he’s started keeping one every month to gift you for your birthday.

the hike you and jaemin decided to go on this early saturday morning was not the best decision, but nonetheless it was fun. you had just reached the top, letting your backpack lazily fall off your shoulder as you awkwardly leaned sideways. you sighed and put your hands on your waist before looking at the view. shortly after, you turned around with a smile on your face because you just heard the familiar click of jaemin’s loved camera. “lovey, you looked like a badass at the top of the world,” he grinned, walking over to show you.

chenle ✩ plans your dates

sure, both of you do your fair share of planning your dates as the both of you, of course, love spending time with each other. chenle just loves surprising you with either spontaneous dates or dates that he lets you know are happening. his absolute favorites are picnics in the park.

today, it was sunny with a nice breeze as you and chenle dug into your meal. he had made you some sandwiches and daegal was napping near your leg, as she had already tired herself out from running around the entire park when you had arrived.

"thank you for doing this, lele," you nudged his leg from where he sat and he smiled, the breeze pushing the hair off his forehead slightly, and shook his head at your words. "it's my favorite thing to do, y/n."

jisung ✩ wants you to sit in on his practices

jisung always let you come with him to practice when you wanted. the feelings in his heart overflowed because he really loved when you got to see him dance, and vice versa.

jisung had a solo part in the dance intro for an award show next month, and he was over the moon. he had been practicing like crazy, grateful for the moments where you would bring him back to earth and comfort him as he tended to beat himself up a lot about his abilities when these solo moments arose, no matter how much he loved these opportunities.

"baby you're insane, how are you hitting every beat, some of the beats i'm not even noticing at first?!" you said as jisung leans down to turn off the speaker as it goes into jeno's part that you recognize. jisung turned and grinned, before jogging over to you, "shush, did you like it? really like it?" he said as he took a water bottle you eagerly handed to him.

thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed! my ask box is open and anon is on :) feel free to let me know what you think!

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yankpop · 2 years

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Yandere NCT Dream: Forcing you to marry them

All copyrights belong to @yankpop (aka me) so do not post/translate my works on any other platforms without my consent/knowledge.

Check more: Masterlist.

Female reader

WARNINGS: Forced marriages; blackmail; implied kidnapping; extreme manipulation.

AN: I'm not back to writing, I don't really know if I'll come back but don't worry, I won't delete the account. I have some works in drafts that I want to publish cause I don't have inspiration to write anything anymore. Enjoy it :)

Mark

“And I just hope that even though it’s an arranged marriage, we get comfortable and get to know each other since we’re spending the rest of our lives together.” Mark tries his best to put you at ease through his words, even if it doesn’t seem to work. You’re still avoiding him, your eyes fixated on the ground.

Your lack of reaction makes Mark awkwardly scratch his head, not knowing how to deal with your shy attitude. You are probably trying to get used to this new reality, he tries to convince himself.

Getting married by arranged marriage was definitely not something you probably wanted for yourself, but Mark knew he couldn’t let you escape. His parents were long-term friends with yours and although neither you or Mark spoke more than a few words through the years, he still managed to convince his parents to settle the marriage between the two of you.

Your parent’s knew he was a decent guy who’d treat their daughter right, so they had no issue with this “arrangement”. Exactly how Mark expected it.

Now, all he has to do is to convince you that he’s perfect for you, cause he is. Mark wants to give you his everything, all the happiness in this world and he knows that he’s the only one who’ll be able to make you happy.

Cause if it’s not him, then it’s not gonna be anyone.

He’ll make damn sure of that.

Renjun

You weakly follow Renjun, his hand tightly connected to your’s was pushing you forward as the boy energetically rushes over to the iconic Las Vegas chapel, a fake Elvis already standing there to greet you both. You try to halt your movements, steadying your feet on the ground.

“Renjun, wait! I’m really not sure this is the right thing to do.” disappointment appears on Renjun’s face, quickly replaced by frustration. “And why not? We already talked about this! I love you and you love me, then why not get married?”

Pressing your lips together, you try to hold back your feelings, not wanting to lash out at Renjun. “Please, this is really not a good idea.” you beg, hoping to change Renjun’s mind but to your despair, it doesn’t work.

“No, we’re doing this. You said you loved me! Then show me you love me.” Renjun practically trembles with anger as he spits the words out. You’re not capable of fighting back and he takes it as a submission sign from you, beginning to walk back to the chapel and dragging you along.

You feel so helpless but it only gets worse after you leave the chapel, married to Renjun without the presence of any family members or close friends.

Only you and Renjun.

For the rest of your life.

Jeno

Jeno, aka your kidnapper, drops a gift package onto your lap. Taking the package onto your hands, you look at it with surprise. Was today a special occasion?

Giving Jeno an inquiring look, he merely motions you to open the package. It’s actually a bit large, like it contains a book but not quite, as it’s incredibly thin so there’s no way there’s a book inside. Jeno watches you inspect the package with expectant eyes.

“C’mon, open it.” he almost begs you. As you rip out the wrapper, you discover that inside there’s a golden frame. It makes you curious about it, was it a picture?

As you finally rip out the entire wrapper, the content of the beautiful frame makes you stop breathing for a moment. Inside the frame, is a document.

A marriage certificate, to be exact.

Jeno’s body makes the couch dip as he sits close to you, his eyes eagerly attached to your eyes, drinking in your reaction. “Do you like it?” You ignore his words, closing your eyes. What the hell is happening?

His hand comes to hold the frame, his hand covering yours. The warm touch repulses you, but you don’t dare to move away. “It’s a small gift for our one-year anniversary. I hope you like it as much as I do.” Jeno continues talking, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

When you don’t talk, Jeno gently takes off the frame from your hands, moving to kneel in front of you as you open your eyes. You feel so defeated, like the marriage certificate was a prison order. Jeno takes your face into his hands, lovingly gazing at you.

“Now I can officially call you mine, isn’t that perfect?”

Haechan

You avoid looking at Haechan, tears flooding your eyes already. You already know that if you look at him, all of your emotions will break free and you can’t have that. Not now, at least.

Ignoring Haechan through the entire ceremony is hard, the persistent looks he gives you every 5 seconds are difficult to turn a blind eye to, even the priest notices Haechan’s clingy behavior, assuming he’s just in deep love. Which is actually true.

Haechan says yes incredibly fast, practically cutting off the priest even before he manages to finish the question and when it’s your turn, you spit the words in a way that you are sure it shocked the man, but you pay no attention to it.

You’re only here to save your best friend, who was kidnapped by no other than Haechan. All of this - you’re only doing it to save her.

Haechan wastes no time in pulling closer to you, giving you an intense kiss that makes you want to throw up but you contain yourself. The moment you’re outside the church, you immediately stop Haechan on his tracks.

“Let her go now!” Haechan pouts at you, his arms sneaking around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Is that really the first thing you’re telling me after we just got married? Not even an i love-”

“Now!” You hysterically cut him off, tears freely streaking down your face. It makes Haechan’s face turn into an almost regretful expression, pulling his hands up. “I’m sorry, I’ll call Jeno to let your friend go, okay? Don’t get upset, baby.”

You almost scoff with irony at his words, but contain yourself, you don’t want to risk Haechan turning back on his word. You merely watch as Haechan fiddles with his phone, speaking with Jeno in a low voice.

After it’s over, he turns back with a small smile. “She’s free to go now.” You sigh in relief, wiping your tears away. She is safe now. You quickly spin around, beginning to walk away yet Haechan is fast in grabbing your arm, pulling you back.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” an incredulous frown on his face. Tightening his hold on your arm, he asserts. “We’re married now. You’re never leaving me again.”

Jaemin

Jaemin keeps a strong grip in your hand, almost too painful but you don’t dare to say a word about it. You’re not gonna say a word to him, or to be more specific, that one magic word.

Trying to ignore the priest is quite easy but to ignore Jaemin’s constant glares and the way he irradiates danger is a different story. You comprehend what he’s trying to tell you.

Don’t make this harder than what it needs to be.

But you want to. There’s no way that you’re leaving the church unmarried, you are aware of that, but you want to annoy Jaemin as much as you can. Let him know that you’re not gonna make his life any easier.

You almost miss it when Jaemin readily declares an overly intense yes to the priest, his hand giving yours a small squeeze but you choose to lower your head, turning your eyes to the ground.

“And now, do you - Y/N L/N - take Jaemin as your husband?” you purse your lips together, ignoring the question and trying to focus on the ground. Jaemin’s hand gives a hard squeeze to your hand and you feel him coming closer to you, his voice awfully close to your ear. “Say yes.” he hisses, frustration seeping through his voice.

Upon your lack of response, he angrily groans. From the side of your eye, you notice Jaemin giving the priest a small nod, to which the priest quickly reacts by completing the ceremony and pronouncing you man and wife. You bring your shocked face to the priest, only to see him accepting a large envelope of money from Jaemin.

You're screwed.

Chenle

Your eyes start burning as you watch your parent’s arriving at the enormous garden that had been arranged to be the venue of your wedding. Taking several deep breaths, you enter the master suite and try to contain yourself.

You had accepted your fate a long time ago, believing that everything Chenle ever did was for your own good and that he is the only one that knows what’s best for you but now, watching your family once again - after months of isolation - is making you doubt your thoughts.

In the spur of the moment, you dash towards the door but just as you grab the handle, it opens from the other side, causing you to bump into Chenle. He quickly grabs your arm to keep you from falling and raises his eyebrows to you.

“In a hurry to get married, are we?” he jokes, his eyes lightening up in amazement as he notices the elaborate dress that adorns your figure alongside with the elegant hairstyle you have on.

“Wow, you look so pretty. Seriously.” he gushes over, his hand picking up yours. His other hand carefully cups the side of your face, considerate of your delicate make-up.

Your mind runs wild with contradictory emotions but you force yourself to be calm and serene. You’d hate to upset Chenle, especially now that he was starting to trust.

His hand tilts your chin up and your eyes meet. Yours full of contained sadness while his are overflowing with burning love. He gives you a cheeky smile.

“I can’t wait for you to be officially mine.”

Jisung

You try to stay still from your spot on the couch. It feels too intimidating to be the only one sitting while the other boys are all standing, making them look both taller and quite scary, to be honest.

“... and Jisung loves you so much, then why not? Give me a good reason for you to refuse his proposal.” Jaemin intensely utters, his eyes staring at you. You open your lips to say something but Renjun is fast to interrupt you. “See!? You don’t even have a logical reason to turn down Jisung. You two would be such a great couple, really.”

Besides him, Chenle nods his head at his friend’s words. “Yeah, and being married would be great for Jisung. It would make him so happy.” he declares, before lowering his voice like he was about to share a secret. “He’s been so heartbroken ever since you have said no. He was so excited to propose and all and now you broke his heart. He’s been crying ever since.”

Your heart clenches at his words, you never meant to hurt Jisung like that. You love him too, but you thought that you’re both too young to get married. You bite your lip, how were you going to get out of this problem?

“Guys, I really didn’t mean to hurt Jisung but I don't think I can do this.” you blurt out, glancing at the boys, hoping they’d understand your side of the story. Upon hearing your words, Jaemin crosses his arms over his chest as Haechan lets out an irked scoff.

“You’re such a coward, you’re literally letting Jisung down!” Renjun hisses at you and it really shocks you how raw his words were. Your eyes start watering as your shoulders slump forward in defeat. Maybe you are a coward. Numbness hits you and the words simply flow out of your mouth, without even thinking.

The boys share a victorious look between them at you finally giving in and agreeing to marry their friend.

Wasn’t so hard, afterall.

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i just want to ride jeno's thighs 😔😔😔

🫠

warning: mildly dubious, degradation

Jeno’s the most difficult member to work on.

he flirts with you incessantly, pouring out compliments every time you style his hair.

“I love the way you do my hair. you seriously have magic hands.” Jeno smiles at you through the vanity mirror. “I bet those hands feel good everywhere.”

it’s not uncommon for the members to make crude jokes around the dressing room, or walk around shirtless and wink your way when they pass by. for the most part, it’s innocent, harmless really.

but Jeno’s insufferable.

“did you watch Renjun’s relay cam?” he asks as you run a comb through his hair. alternating between smoothing tendrils together with balm and hair spraying the blown out style into place.

“don’t believe I have.” you mutter, half paying attention.

“don’t tell me you never go on twitter,” he scoffs, tilting back his neck to gaze up at you. “I’ve seen you searching through the trending tags.”

“Jeno, I have to finish.” rolling your eyes, you set him back into place. “we already started late because of your styling malfunction.”

“exactly.” he chuckles, arrogantly sitting up with his shoulders flexed out. “did you hear about what the malfunction was?”

“no, enlighten me.”

Jeno laughs, man spreading further in his seat. he nods enough to stop your work, following your line of sight through the mirror as he directs you to look between his legs.

you shouldn’t have bothered with indulging him. between Jeno’s legs where the seam of his crotch should fall into a straight line lies a shoddy patchwork to cover up a rip.

“my dick ripped right through these jeans.” he smirks, starting to laugh breathily and roll his neck back to look at you again. “that was the hold up.”

“that’s great.” letting out an irritated sigh, you adjust his head again, fixing him with a glare that says ‘cut it out’. “stay put, once Mark and Jisung finish taking their photos, your ass needs to be out there.”

Jeno grunts, unlocking his phone to open up a video clip he pesters you to watch for the next 5 minutes. “come on! we have time. they’re not going to come grab me for another 20 minutes.”

“fine!” you bark, pretending to use the comb in your hand like a knife behind him. Jeno turns the seat around enough to face you, sporting a smirk that shouldn’t look as attractive as it does. unfortunate that the photoshoot today required an undercut style, he always did look best with his forehead and eyebrows fully exposed.

“I was trending on twitter all week because of this.” Jeno lifts the phone up closer to your face. a video plays, Renjun’s on the screen wearing a white hat, looking over his shoulder when a new presence arrives.

it’s an edited clip from a fan page on twitter, you can see the caption full of a mixture of shy and amused emojis.

Jeno steps into frame next with a bag in hand, the video turning to slow motion and zooming into his lower half.

“oh my god!”

surprise hits you too fast, moving a step back with your palm covering your mouth. the idol sat before you laughs, tossing back his head and slapping his thigh. “I told you.”

“what the fuck Jeno?!” you hiss, stealing a look around; thankful that Haechan and Jaemin are napping on the couch while Renjun and Chenle have their headphones in, rewatching one of their performances from earlier.

he’s looking you up and down, spending extra time on your exposed thighs. as fashionable as thigh high boots are, they were probably the worse choice to wear to work today.

“I noticed something earlier when you walked in.” Jeno sits up straight, grabbing you by your thighs to draw you closer with his knee budging a space between yours.

long prying fingers tickle a trail upward, teasing at the hem of your skirt. watchful as he pushes past to feel your bare ass. “no panty lines.”

thigh high boots were not the optimum fashion choice, and neither was the thong underwear you decided to wear last minute after scrutinizing the thick bump your panties created through the material of your skirt.

“I was right.” Jeno licks over his bottom lip, burying his fingers deep into your meaty bottom. kneading and gripping the curve in his palms until you have no choice but to shift closer.

“Jeno..” it’s too late when you glance up. Haechan and Jaemin must have stirred awake; focused on the two of you with puffy half-asleep eyes. catching them has you spluttering, grabbing Jeno’s shoulders to get away.

it’s useless, he’s too strong, pulling you down onto his thigh roughly.

“you know who wears nothing under a mini skirt?” Jeno whispers against your earlobe, pulling you closer until your barely covered core burns against his upper thigh. “sluts, that’s who.”

he doesn’t waste time to trap your wrists together behind your back, catching you distracted by Renjun and Chenle sitting up to find you in this predicament.

“everyones watching you now.” Jeno nips at your earlobe, shoving his thigh up forcefully until you bounce. “don’t disappoint them.”

with his free hand, he gathers the rest of your skirt that’s ridden up to completely bare your ass in the mirror. snaking his arm around your waist as he maneuvers you to grind up and down.

Jeno hardly ever wore tight jeans, but today of all days with curious lustful gazes burning holes through your front and back, he could flex and push his strong thigh right against your center with little fabric separating you.

“just like that, ruin my leg before I can even take these stupid photos.” he bites your jaw, nibbling a pathway to your chin. “next time I’ll fuck you in front of all of them, give them a try to take you one by one. you’d love that wouldn’t you?”

tucking your face to hide in Jeno’s neck, you have to look up; finding Jaemin palming a bulge forming in his pants. Haechan at his side with lifted brows and his tongue poking through his cheek, and Renjun leaned over with his elbows on his knees with a pleased smirk stretching his lips.

the worst part is Chenle holding up his phone, whistling and zooming into your ass bouncing down on Jeno’s thigh in the mirror.

“want you to make a mess.” Jeno grunts, tugging one of your hands to dig your palm into his crotch. the chair creaks noisily beneath him, working his lower half faster for some relief against your hand. “cum, come on, the least you can do. gonna have to walk around for the rest of the day knowing you got off on my leg like a desperate whore.”

the constant friction against your clit feels abusive, mind numbing and dizzying between the humiliation of having an audience. Jeno slaps your ass, pushing you up and down his thigh faster, raspily mumbling ‘cum cum cum’.

your broken whimper of release earns a round of exerted sighs, groans, breathless curses.

“I always knew you were a slut, but this is low, even for you.” Jeno grins, pushing your hair behind your ear. stealing a kiss as another voice calls out ‘me next’.

#anon #nct hard hours #nct dream smut #jeno hard hours

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dorkyji · 6 months

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nct dream as taylor swift songs

authors note - not to be dramatic but taylor swift literally holds my heart in her hands (as do all of nct) . THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD so please do not come for me. I don’t think there are any warnings unless you’re a Taylor hater (haters gonna hate) so yeah ENJOY!!

MARK LEE - You Belong With Me

“I’m the one who makes you laugh, when you know you’re boutta’ cry”

Mark just feels like such a familiar person (I’m not delusional)

And I cannot think of anyone who wouldn’t know this song

IS HE NOT THE EPITOME OF CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS???

He’s just such a comfort to so many people

Thats it. That’s the reason.

HUANG RENJUN - Delicate

“Long night with your hands up in my hair, echoes of your footsteps on the stairs, stay here honey I don’t wanna share.”

He’s just really HJHJDHDJWJDHFHJSDKJSHU

He makes me hyperventilate

Im trying to think of a valid reason why this song is actually him but nothing is coming to me

Delicate just feels Renjun-y??

Our boy is a reputation girly everybody sit down I know this man sings Dancing with our Hands Tied in front of the mirror.

JENO LEE - Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

“Leave with my head hung, you are the only one, who seems to care”

I can’t I actually cannot

Hes actually the most beautiful amazing sexy cute gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life??

I had to fight myself so hard between this song and Dress because 😩😩😩😩😩

Hes just so soft?

And then the next minute he has no shirt on?

I just can’t I’m sorry let’s move on

LEE DONGHYUCK - So It Goess

“And all the pieces fall, right into place, caught up in the moment, lipstick on your face”

He’s very cheeky if you know what I mean

This song, funnily enough, is also very cheeky.

No further explanation necessary

NA JAEMIN - Call It What You Want

“Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night”

He’s so boyfriend.

Very lovey dovey, very smooooooooth, very comforting (the song AND Jaemin)

HIS FUTURE PARTNER IS A LUCKY ONE THATS ALL

ZHONG CHENLE - Our Song

“And when I got home, before I said Amen, asking God if he, could play it again”

I’ll be damned if this fella doesn’t listen to country music

This song is so first lovey

AND WHOLESOME

idk

I want to be his mate (not like in an alpha sense chill in like a friend way)

PARK JISUNG - How You Get The Girl

“Remind me how it used to be, with pictures in frames, of kisses on cheeks.”

POV - I’m the girl so he’s already got the girl

Mummy I love him

My fave Taylor song for my fave member only sounds right?

MY COMFORT SONG FOR MY COMFORT PERSON ONLY SOUNDS RIGHT?!?!

okie dokes.

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When They Get Overprotective Of You ~ NCT Dream Reaction

Mark:

Your eyes went wide as you read the statement that went out from SM, making your way upstairs to where Mark was laying on your bed. He looked to you in confusion as you stared at him, shaking your head too.

“You put out a statement telling your fans not to send me rude messages,” you breathed, struggling to believe what Mark had done for you.

“Of course,” he smiled, patting the space on the bed beside him, “I’m not going to just stand back and let them say what they’ve said about you.”

A hand ran through your hair, “what if you get intro trouble for doing this? Your fans won’t like it.”

Mark shrugged as you took a seat beside him, “I don’t care if they like it or not, I’m putting a stop to it. I told you that I’d keep you safe, and I’ll do whatever it takes to do that Y/N.”

“Please don’t get protective enough that you start risking things for yourself,” you asked of him, “I can’t let you do that.”

“I promise I’ll be careful,” Mark assured you, “but I’m not going to let people think that they can walk all over you too.”

“Be careful, that’s all that I ask.”

Renjun:

His hands took the packet out of your hands straight away, opening it with ease. Renjun was expecting you to think appreciatively, but instead you were annoyed that another job was taken from you.

“Did you not want those?” He asked in confusion, watching you place the bag of crisps that he had opened for you down on the counter.

“I wanted to open them,” you sighed in reply to him, “I’m trying to train my hand back up, but you keep stopping me from doing that Ren.”

His head nodded slowly, “I just thought that I was being helpful, I’m sorry you thought otherwise.”

Your head shook as he spoke, “it’s not that you’re not helpful, but I’ve got my cast off now, my arm is on the mend. You can’t hold my hand forever; I’m trying to do things for myself.”

“Maybe it’s because I’m so used to protecting you,” he reasoned, “having you not need me anymore feels a little strange.”

“How about this?” You offered, “if I need help, I’ll make sure to ask you, but if I don’t, then you leave me on my own?”

“That’s something I can agree to.”

Jeno:

Your hands immediately came up to shield your eyes as you walked out of the airport, stunned by how many cameras were around. Jeno could tell you were nervous too, wrapping his arm around your frame.

“Excuse me!” He shouted, loud enough for most of the photographers to hear, with some stepping slightly aside to let the two of you through.

“I can’t see,” you whispered as you kept your head down to avoid the flashes, trying your best to follow where Jeno was walking along the path.

His eyes looked to you once again, “move out of the way,” he called out, much louder than before.

As the crowd got smaller, allowing you both to walk freely again, you couldn’t help but smile across at Jeno. “I’ve never heard you speak to someone like that before, you were loud.”

“I had to get them to listen somehow,” Jeno weakly smiled, “I wasn’t going to let any of them stay and hurt you Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you smiled across at him. “I could get used to this bossy version of you too, you were very stern back there.”

“When I’m protecting you, of course.”

Haechan:

A firm hand against your waist made you jump, looking to your left to see Donghyuck staring across the venue, trying to figure out where exactly he was looking in amongst the busy crowd of people in there.

“Just stay here for a moment,” Donghyuck talked you, staring out who he was watching until they eventually looked away from you both.

“What’s gotten into you?” You asked him, bringing his firm eyes from across the room to be able to look back across at you.

A soft sigh came from him, “I noticed some guy over there eyeing you up and down for ages.”

You tried to look, but Donghyuck stopped you. “Don’t worry, I’ve sorted it, no one gets to stare at you at the best of times, but especially the way that he was doing it, he was rude.”

“It’s a good job I’ve got you by my side to protect me,” you chuckled back to him, “at least you keep me nice and safe.”

“I might look pretty innocent, but I’ve got eyes that could kill if I stare at you for long enough,” he joked, calming himself down.

“I’m sure that guy was terrified.”

Jaemin:

Your head looked around as an arm wrapped around your waist, with Jaemin pulling you in tightly to his side. The conversation between you and your friends soon became awkward as he interrupted you all.

“Who are those guys?” Jaemin asked you as soon as your friends excused themselves, all left unsettled by Jaemin’s sudden appearance.

“They’re my friends from school,” you told him with a shake of your head, “you didn’t need to come over here like that, it wasn’t needed at all.”

A sigh came from him, “I didn’t like how close they were to you, it got me a little bit worried.”

You smiled weakly back across at Jaemin, “you don’t need to constantly protect me, just because you don’t necessarily know someone, doesn’t mean that they’re bad people.”

“I should apologise to them,” Jaemin admitted, staring down at the ground, “I should at least introduce myself properly.”

“They know who you are,” you told him, “I talk about you to them constantly, ask them, they’ll tell you themselves.”

“I’m sorry for jumping in like that.”

Chenle:

A yell came from across the room as soon as you tried to stand up, with Chenle rushing over and encouraging you to sit back down on the sofa, lifting your leg back up and resting it down on the coffee table.

“What do you want?” He asked you, looking around the room to try and spot what it was that he caught your attention to get you up.

“You know that I can stand up and walk, I don’t have to sit around all the time,” you tried to tell Chenle, but he wasn’t listening at all.”

His head shook, “you’ve had surgery and the surgeon told you that you need to get lots of rest Y/N.”

A soft sigh came from you, “he didn’t say that I can’t walk at all though. I know you care Chenle, but you’ve got to let me do something at some point, I can’t stay like this forever.”

“I just want to make sure that you only move when your body is absolutely ready to do it,” he huffed, smiling weakly at him.

“Shouldn’t I be the one to decide that, not you?” You questioned, “I can walk, you’ve just got to trust me a little.”

“I do, I’m a little scared, that’s all.”

Jisung:

His grip around you was tight as Jisung led you into the studio, immediately feeling the eyes of the boys all look around, excited to finally get the chance to meet you after hearing so many stories about you.

“This is Y/N everyone,” Jisung smiled once the door was closed, “I’m keeping an eye on each and everyone of you today, just so you know.”

“We’re not that bad,” Renjun chuckled in reply to him, “we’ve only got a few things that we want to tease you about in front of Y/N today.”

Jisung’s head shook straight away, “I’m warning you guys, I told you to be on your best behaviour.”

You frowned across at Jisung as the boys gave you both some space after completing your introductions with each other. “Have you really told them to be on their best behaviour?”

“I’m not having any of them mess this up for me,” Jisung calmly replied, “you don’t know them like I know them Y/N.”

“I’m sure that they’re not that bad,” you tried your best to encourage, taking a hold of Jisung’s hand, “I’ll humour them.”

“If any of them play up, tell me.”

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Diving Into You

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Chapter 002

“Yah, Haechan-ah,” you watched your same aged friend from your phone, as he began teasing the man that was your boyfriend. “Can I talk to my boyfriend without you clinging on to him?”

You were hanging out with your friends at a cafe that one of them owned, when your boyfriend decided to video call you. He had texted you earlier that he landed in Japan about a few hours ago and that he had to go prepare for the upcoming concert. You were surprised that he had time to call and when you mentioned that you were with your friends, he knew better than to say anything about what happened the night before.

“What?” Haechan leaned his head on Jeno’s shoulder, his eyebrows twitching up and down in a teasing manner. “You scared that I might take him from you? You should be worried that he has a whole bunch of dudes, other than me, that will keep him company at night.”

“As if. We all know who he comes running back to when he needs company.” You narrowed your eyes and scoffed.

“What did you do to him last night, noona?” Chenle asked, playing games with Jisung.

“Hyung looked tired out last night.” Jisung muttered. “Did you―”

“Keep it PG, kids.” Mark yelled from a corner of the waiting room. “I don’t need to hear what Jeno and Y/N got up to last night.”

“What are you insinuating Mark?” You replied back, watching as the man that was only a year older than you by a year, popped his head into the frame of the camera. You frowned at him, your friends all laughing. “All we did was watch movies and cuddle.”

“Cuddles lead to other things.” Jaemin said aloud, a mischievous look on his face. “Things that are…sexy.”

“Use protection, kids.” Renjun called out, the others chuckling. “We don’t need a mini Jeno here.”

Jeno shook his head, clearly amused about the whole conversation. He gave you a large smile. “Sorry about the guys, babe. You know how they are.”

“I hate you guys.” You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s group members. “Why am I friends with you all?”

“Because you love us!” Jaemin called out.

You continued to talk to your boyfriend and his members as they got ready for the concert. A few of the older NCT members talked to you, assuring that they’ll take good care of Jeno and that he will go back home to you, safe and sound. Jeno walked around the hallways of the venue, trying to find a place where he would be able to finally talk to you alone.

“Y/N, are you still upset with me?” Jeno asked, keeping his voice soft.

You shook your head, resting your chin on your propped elbow. “Kind of. I just really miss you Jeno.”

And you did miss him. He’s been busy for weeks and you only spent a brief moment to fuck last night before he had to leave. You knew what you were getting into when you decided to date an idol. You knew that there would be times where he wouldn’t be to see you because of his busy schedules. But with Jeno, he always made the effort to call you before you went to bed.

To tell you that he loved you and missed you.

“I miss you too, baby.” Jeno let out a small smile. “I promise I’ll be home and then you can have me all to yourself.”

“It’s a promise.”

He's back, and every pore on your body is electrified. You sense him sliding into bed. His strong arm, so strong, so familiar, slides around your waist.

His lips brush your earlobe, his tongue flicking warmly in the curve.

“Jeno…” You softly whispered, your fingers coming to entwine with his. “I missed you. So, so much.”

“I miss you so much too.” Jeno replied, his lips at the nape of your neck. “Y/N, I want to be inside you. All the fucking time. I can’t work. I can’t think. I can’t function. All I can think about is this…”

His hand dips between your legs, forcing a territorial path in your shorts. Four fingers cover your pussy, skillfully dragging up and down, urging your thighs to part.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers, just as a long finger finds home inside you, deep, his knuckles pressing into your flesh.

“Yes! God!” The curse escapes your lips as you shamelessly ride his hand.

He adds another finger to the satisfying onslaught, stretching you open. Your pussy lips parted to welcome his exploration. You clench your thighs, surrendering to the orgasm rippling too fast to the surface.

“Baby, tell me how bad you want my cock in here. Tell me what you want me to do to you…”

Your lips are dry, and you want nothing more to feel his tongue plunging in your mouth. His cock ramming your insides, spurting hot streams of his load in you. “Fill me deep, take me hard. I’m hollow and empty without your cock.”

You reach for his cock, and a satisfied chuckle bursts past your lips when you realize he's naked.

God, so deliciously naked. Your restraint snaps with a groan as you whirl around, covering his mouth with a hot kiss that matches the temperature of your trembling pussy lips. His fingers find their way inside you again, pumping upwards.

Gasping as you slide lower, you plant kisses down his chest, to his belly, and your fingers wrap around his cock a moment before your mouth claims the prize.

His strong body jerks. Your lips wrap around the head. Your ears ring. Squeezing the root of his cock, you suck hard, and a drop of hot saltiness coats your tongue.

He tastes like sin and wild pleasure, and his scent is your own personal brand of intoxication. You smack your lips tightly off the head, stroking his hard cock. A thick vein maps the length of the shaft. You can’t resist, and trace the swollen, pulsating vein with your tongue, again and again. Flattening your tongue against the base, you drag it up to the head.

He lets you know he loves what you’re doing, grunting every time your tongue strokes his sensitized cock. He’s watching you every second.

His hands underneath his head, he lets you play with his cock to your heart’s content, your mouth’s content. You know how he loves to be served, and it’s just as well because you’ve been aching for the taste of his cock.

Your pussy churns for more, that dull ache of longing pierces through it. You wrap both hands around his cock, fisting him as you suck the wide head, then let it hit deep into the back of your throat.

A sound that’s half-laugh half-groan rumbles through his powerful body, and he yanks you up by the arms, throwing you onto your back.

“I want more.” You pleaded.

“Oh, Y/N. I’ll give you fucking more. “

A scream of pure delight rips from your chest as his mouth closes hungrily over your pussy. Tasting it, sucking leisurely. His lips are hurried at first, making your hips churn. You revel in his tenacious greed, the foraying tongue making your toes curl.

Suddenly, the ferocious frenzy of his mouth halts. He’s taking his sweet time licking your pussy. Finding the hidden nub of your clit, he flicks his tongue over it again and again. It happens too fast. Before you know what's going on, you’re clenching your legs on either side of his head as the orgasm ripples wild.

The friction of his tongue on your clit. His finger is pumping in and out of you. It’s too much, yet still not enough.

You're still shivering with pleasure as he pushes your calves onto his shoulders, a moment before his cock is shoved full-force inside you…

Your fingernails dig into his rock-like arms as you draw him closer, clinging on for dear life. He rams his hard, thick cock in you, battering your insides, making you cry out for more with every rough landing.

“You're all mine, babe.” His words spill over you like a molten waterfall of lust. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you…”

You observe your sexy boyfriend, perfect in every way. His hands pin you in place, fingers digging into your thighs as he yanks you close every time he lunges. The harsh need is evident on every line and curve of his handsome face. It’s all for you. His lust. The madness to fuck. The rush to have all of you, all at once.

In that serene moment, it isn’t just him with power over you. You’re electrified with your power over his pleasure.

You’re all he wants, and the intensity of his molten need makes you reach for the thrusts. When he drops your legs and leans over to suck your breast, the frenzy continues.

His hips clenching tirelessly as his cock makes home inside you. His balls slapping loudly as they land against your flesh. His mouth tracing a possessive path over your body. He's worshiping you with his hands, mouth, tongue, and cock.

Your thighs begin to tingle, the burn spreading down your legs. Your breath catches in your throat. You claw at his back, a second time reaching for the orgasm that’s so close.

“Yes, please!” You cry out just as the shudder ripples through you, taking you on a wild trip of scorching hot pleasure. Flashes of starlight fizz behind closed eyelids. The friction of his cock satiating a deep-seated desperation for him—and him alone. “Jeno!”

His thrusts gain force, and you open your eyes just in time. Euphoric gratification clamps onto his features. His jaw is lax, his eyes closed, his head falling back as he jerks over and over, filling you with the intimacy of his load.

When his cock slips out, it pours a stream of white onto your belly. He doesn’t stop, grinding on your navel back and forth until he’s spent. The evidence of his lust fills you, coats your body.

Falling to his side, he pulls you close. Filling your lungs with the incredible scent of him, you stroke his chest, mindlessly tracing circles around his nipple.

This calm, intimate moment is heaven for you—but in complete contradiction to the single-minded fucking he’s capable of. You stroke his chest with the back of your hand, making your way down to his semi-hard cock. Unintentionally, you’re memorizing every breath, every touch, every movement of his perfect body. This is it.

This is what it’s supposed to feel like. Crazy. Wild. Intimate.

Next thing you know, you jerk awake as his lips brush yours.

You reach for his arm and he tightens his hold on you. “Welcome home, Jeno.”

He chuckles, leaning his forehead against yours before rolling unto his back, dragging you to lay on top of him. “I’m glad to be home. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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YOU KNOW WE'RE NOT COMPATIBLE, RIGHT?

pairing: Haechan x reader

others: Mark, Jaemin, Jeno as Haechan's friends.

warnings: reader is mean and degrading towards Haechan throughout the fic (but nothing serious), mentions of drugs and alcohol, mentions of stealing, Haechan gets injured (breaks his leg, no graphic descriptions), explicit description of sexual interactions between Haechan and reader, unrequited love, reader has issues with showing her feelings, scared of other people's opinion

words: 11k

PART 1 | PART 2

Your head hit the bookshelf behind you and you pulled away from the surface immediately.

“Ouch.“ you yelped as Haechan giggled. “Shut up.“ You mumbled upset, feeling one of his hands snake over your waist to pull you closer back to his body.

“Why did your head make such a loud thud?“ he didn’t stop laughing as his other hand moved to the back of your head to pat it. The room was pitch black and your eyes still weren’t used to the darkness, not letting you see his face expression properly. There was a big chance he was mocking you and to be fair he probably was. “Are you okay though? It did sound bad.“

“So sweet of you.“ you murmered as his hand on your head now forced you even closer to him.

“I know, I can be that too.“ your faces were close enough for his plump lips to brush slightly against your mouth as words left him. “I can be anything you’d ask me to be, cupcake“

“Oh God.“ you sighed into his lips with a roll of your eyes, and pulled in slightly to kiss him. He pressed his lips against yours in return and you had to recollect yourself to keep in a moan. Even though kissing his lips was -maybe- your favourite part of the week, it was right about it on your favourite things related to Haechan- not to go explicit.

You wanted him to never know you thought of this for the past couple of days - the moment he’d steal you to somewhere private from the crowd, slip his hand over your waist to flush your body against his and capture your lips in the most satisfying kiss he could ever give you. He did not seem to be thinking about it all week as much as you did, and even though you had no intention to care about it, you had to admit you were upset just a little over the fact.

Haechan moved his lips slowly, forcing your head once again against the bookshelf but this time with his hand as a shield. His lips picked up the pace a little, sucking on your lower lip and squeezing the skin on your hip with his palm, losing contact with your mouth as your head cocked back in pleasure. He pressed his face against the skin of your neck immediately, hiding his tiny giggle against it. You smiled too because suddenly you found him too cute for your own liking, when his lips trailed wet kisses from the column of your neck up to your jaw and behind your ear washing that innocent smile off your face.

“I want you now.“ You shivered as he pulled back. “Just the thought makes me feel on edge.“ Haechan moved his hand from under your head to run his thumb over your face.

“When you say that…” you paused and sighed “We aren’t compatible, but you still act like you don’t know it every time.”

“For sure. I know.” he rolled his eyes. “There’s no need to tell me every time we fuck.”

“But this is wrong… in some ways, I mean. Looking at us we’re probably wrong in peoples’ eyes?”

“Y/n, who even cares if this makes you feel good?” his body lost any contact with yours suddenly, as he added that annoyed undertone to his voice.

“I was thinking what if I’ll fall in love, then what?“

“Excuse me?“ Haechan shot back loudly.

“Not with you, with someone. How do I explain to them that I had YOU as a… friend before the relationship?“

“Then that someone will probably use their brain and realise that you’re a grown up and there’s nothing wrong.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean then?” Haechan’s eyes ran over your frame. “During daytime it’s like we don’t know each other, you won’t even need to pretend. It’ll be the same, except for the fact I won’t get you all to myself on occasions like this.“ You couldn’t work out what to tell him. You nodded and this somehow was enough to reassure him you two were on the same page at the moment, snaking his hand back to your face, drawing small circles with his thumb on your cheek, while pushing you closer to him. Haechan kissed you and wanted access to your mouth in almost an instance. It was always the same - he wanted to do it quickly and neatly, but somehow whatever he did made you reach new levels of excitement.

“Can we not fuck here? Can we go back to your place?“ Haechan let you talk, trying his best to capture your lips between every word.

“You’re all over the place tonight.” he sighed and moved his neck back. “Is everything good?“

“Mmmh, it is. Your room’s just better, I think the aura makes me cum harder“ you smiled and ran your fingers over his nape, taking in his chuckle, not being able to hold back your smile when you saw his.

“Mmh, I really can’t take you back to my room, cupcake.“ His hand slipped under your shirt and further up your side to unclasp your bra. “I have plans with my friends after we finish.“

“This fucking nickname really holds the trophy of being number one reason we would never be compatible.“ you ran your hand up his stomach as he cackled at your remark. “I thought I’m the most important plan of your weekends.“

“You do really wish.“ He said sarcastically and there was probably zero to minus one reasons for you to get mad about it but you just did for the sake of paying him back for that annoying nickname. Your fingers slapped his shoulder, making a high pitched fake cry leave his mouth. He was a master at whining and crying for sure. “What was this for?“

“I’m going home.“

“Oh, come on, Y/n.“

“Why we’re here? Why am I here?”

“Because… you wanted to fuck me…?”

“Oh god. I’m here because we made an agreement and one of the things in that long ass list was no sex in nasty shitholes and weird places. I’m not here because I need specifically you, if you’re not able to provide what’s your supposed to then let’s just forget about this whole thing.”

“First off, that’s my friends room-“

“Then I hit it right, a weird place.“ you didn’t let him speak.

“Secondly, you could’ve put all of this energy in the right place…“ Haechan sighed exhausted “…Instead of acting like you’re on some weird shit, jeez. I’m not able to provide? What the hell are you even saying?“

“Get your dick wet somewhere else, I hate you right now.“

“Okay baby.“ He chuckled suddenly leaning against the wall. He seemed to have no care at all, watching you closely as you fixed your messed up appearance. You swallowed loudly at the pet name he spat out randomly. “I really don’t understand what’s wrong with you tonight. Did you take some shit from Sua?”

“Fuck off.“

“Don’t forget to text me when you’ll get home, cupcake.“ He shouted loudly as you exited the room, making you flustered and scared. What if someone at this house could hear him. Not like this was possible with the loud music blasting but still, you needed something to keep your mind occupied with on your way back home.

“Did you hear what the guys from our school did?”

“Something dumb? The usual?” you raised your head up from your phone and looked around as if somehow you could’ve moved locations while you were preoccupied. The never-ending list of rumours and stories collected in your friends’ brain stopped surprising you quite a while ago now.

“That party we went to last week, remember?”

“Ugh, yeah. I left early.”

“Jeno and his friends got dead stoned.”

“That’s… a very interesting story, Eunsoo.” you chuckled unamused. Stupid Haechan and his stupid friends were the least interesting group of people to you. He disappeared at all costs after that party and maybe it was for the best, but you still held a grudge against him. And you were ready to confront him at the way ‘baby’ left his mouth so easily when referring to you at any given second, but he was just… gone.

“No, I’m serious this one is good, listen.”

“Okay.” you nodded, finding the straw from your drink with your teeth blindly.

“I know they were drunk too because I saw Jeno and his friends drinking. I don’t know when it happened or where, but Jeno told me afterwards that one of them thought its a great idea to go on a ride. Jeno only had one bike and they thought they’ll ‘use’.” Your friend drew invisible brackets. “Someone else’s bikes. Basically steal and return them after.” Eunsoo paused and you looked at her confused. “They found a house in the neighbourhood with bikes in the backyard, stole them and went on a ride.”

“Is that what people been talking about this whole morning? I didn’t know a couple guys on bikes could get our whole university shaken.” you chuckled to yourself. “If it’s been a week why everyone’s talking about it only now? I thought rumours spread quickly in here.”

“You don’t listen to me! They were stoned, which is illegal in our country, if you still remember. They stole bikes, which is, I’m pretty sure, illegal everywhere, and adding up to that I didn’t finish.” she paused again and pouted, clearly drawing all of your attention and you nodded for her to continue. “Jeno was ahead of them and Jaemin asked for the bottle of whatever they had with them to drink, Jeno tried to pass it while still riding the bike, lost control of the situation and began to fall when he almost reached Jaemin. He said he scratched someone’s car, broke the side mirror, cars alarm went off. I didn’t have the visual representation, but as he described it, Jaemin fell behind him, because he reached for the bottle, and the rest dropped like domino, stumbling bakes over each other.” you chuckled as you imagined human domino “Jeno ran away as soon as signalisation went off. Jaemin and his friend didn’t get hurt much too and ran away. Jeno said that the guy that was behind them, fell off the bike in almost a flip because he didn’t hold on to the handlebar. He fell onto bikes, Jeno said it looked like his arm was broken and as he fell down he started laughing hysterically, instead of running away.” that’s weed, you thought to yourself. “Jeno tried to make him get up and run, but realised he was limping and couldn’t run. The other guy ran away limping too.” Suddenly, it hit you. The room you were in was Jeno’s room, Haechan and Jeno were friends. Haechan told you he had plans with his friends, that he couldn’t take you home. You swallowed thickly, suddenly chuckling. If he was there, he’d be the one who ran away first, there’s no way he’d be the misfortunate loser who broke his arm. It is Haechan at the end of the day. “What? Why is this so funny to you now?”

“I don’t know.” you drank water to calm down but couldn’t. “What happened next?”

“Jeno said when he heard the owner of the car screaming that he called police he chickened out and dropped his friend. They caught him and took to a police station and when Jeno found out he made everyone come in to save their friend. Honestly, this is like super dumb to do, but yeah.” she leaned in and whispered as if anyone else listened. “The bike that the guy was on, in fact, wasn’t stolen, it was Jeno’s bike, so they allowed him to leave to hospital. Actually, everyone were taken to the hospital for blood tests and now they might be in serious trouble. But like, guys are probably going to be charged with stealing and drugs, so the one with broken leg is lucky.”

“Wait? For real?”

“I’m telling you, Jeno didn’t tell me the drug part though. I was told by Jaeyoung, she’s dating one of the guys.”

“So are they getting expelled or something?”

“No, the one that hurt his leg is back today after a week in the hospital, I think I heard he had a concussion or something, the other three were here the whole week like nothing happened. Jeno, Mark and Jaemin.”

“Is the forth one by any chance…?” you suddenly felt heavy in your seat, like you were sinking down in a whole that somehow happened to be under your seat.

“Ugh, Haechan, I think Jeno told me before you three took same classes.”

“Haechan?” you said loudly, making your eyes double the size.

“What… what? Do you know him well?” your friend looked confused at you, as you closed your mouth with a palm. “You never mentioned him before.”

“Oh, no, I don’t.” you cleared your throat and closed your eyes to recollect yourself on your seat. “His name made me think of the class we have together. I though I forgot my papers at home.”

“The diligent student that you are.” she giggled, placing chopsticks with food in her mouth.

You entered the auditorium with almost every seat already being taken. You sighed and went up the stairs to take the first empty one you could notice.

Blending in was your best tactic to not attract any unnecessary attention by professor or anyone else, and your body tried to relax and focus on something else except for Haechan who was meant to be somewhere in this class. The lecture was long forgotten way before it started as you stared into your phone fighting your inner self. You didn’t text, you didn’t call each other to wish a good morning or a good night. For the most part texts never existed for you and Haechan. You just knew where to go to find each other and things happened. You were connected, metaphorically of course, more than you’d like to admit but you weren’t really keeping in contact and now, showing up out of nowhere and messaging him to ask if he was okay maybe meant stepping over a boundary you were not meant to be stepping over.

You sighed, jumping in your seat in a moment as something made a loud thud. The whole room turned to the source of the sound that happened to be the source of your inner battle as well, making your breath hitch as you noticed him taking one of the crutches back into his hand from a girl.

He was actually in pain, you suddenly realised and felt a little dizzy. You looked away not being able to see him jump down those stairs with crutches in his arms. The whole auditorium seemed to watch him do it, including professor, who suddenly focused his vision on Haechan, putting his lecture on hold.

“Mr. Lee, you could probably sit down in the lower rows when you return to not make all those steps back up.” professor smiled kindly at the guy who bowed at him suddenly.

“Oh no, professor. I’m totally fine, thank you.” you swallowed a chuckle. Did he play dumb or genuinely didn’t realise he was making a mess out of this class. You cleared your throat when you caught yourself finding him too cute, once again.

You watched the wall for a couple of minutes, before it felt like it was appropriate to leave the class to not pay attention - to not make people feel like you followed him, not like anyone would ever even think that - but still. You liked to keep your mind occupied with worry.

You stood up and left the auditorium - quietly and without attracting everyones attention - completely oppositely to what Haechan did.

It was hard not to notice him in general - he was always loud, the centre of attention when he wanted to be, and he mostly wanted to be the centre of everyones attention, and now - with those silvery crutches on both of his sides, making that loud sound in the empty halls - your eyes fell on Haechan even before you could close the door. You walked towards him and felt bad. You weren’t even the one to blame for what happened, but you still felt bad as you watched him get closer.

Haechan gifted you a glance without stopping for a second.

“Hey.“ you stood on his way now.

“Hey.”

“Ugh… I feel so weird talking to you right now.“ you chuckled and looked him in the eyes. It flushed you for the first time that Haechan in the day time, the noisy guy from your faculty was no different to Haechan that would kiss your forehead sometimes before you’d two go on your own ways after time spent together. His eyes still were warm and infinite.

“Why are we talking then?“ his eyes flattered in light annoyance but the tone of his voice was casual. “Run away, someone could see us interact and immediately assume we’re having sex on the weekends.“

“Very funny.“ You pursed your lips, moving your eyes away - on Haechan’s chest. “Are you okay?“ why was it so nerve racking to ask him how he was? Was it meant to be nerve racking to ask acquaintances how they were doing?“I’m… shocked you messed up like that.“

“You didn’t even text me that you got home.“

“We don’t even text, don’t act like you were mad about it.“

“Yeah, I wasn’t.“

“Right.“ You looked him in the eyes and smiled. “Does it really hurt?“ Your hand reached out with a glitch, touching his chest lightly, patting the spot above his solar plexus. “I heard you had a concussion? And a broken arm…?“ your eyes jumped onto both of his arms that looked pretty healthy to you.

“My arm just hurt because it was badly bruised. I didn’t break it.“

“Okay.“

“I thought you didn’t know about all this. Why did you not text me if you knew?“ He made it sound as if he was upset with you once again.

“I just found out before this class.“

“Do you want to hang out?“ he suddenly looked back at you.

“Is it going to be okay?“

“My leg is broken, not my dick.“

“Oh… oh.“ You gulped. “I know.“

“Come to mine tonight?“

“Okay, I think I have nothing planned.“

“Good for you.” he took a step closer as you stood there unmoved. “You’re mine then.” His mouth reached your lips as he hung on his crutches slightly. You gasped but still kissed him back regardless thoughtlessly. Flabbergasted you hung your arms on your sides, not knowing if you should pull away, because you two aren’t in that type of relationship or keep on kissing him because it felt fucking good?

“Hyuck.“ you tried to make him move away quickly but he casually paid you no attention. “You.” Your hand patted his chest, as you heard distant steps. “Stop!” you snapped and pushed him as the steps seemed to get closer to your ears, not realising that because he was leaning in to you he was unbalanced. You didn’t even push him with force but it was enough for him to fall back anyway. Your hands grabbed his shirt quickly, moving onto his waist in a millisecond to catch him, but it was too late and a moment later the two of you just dropped on the floor.

“What is wrong with you.“ He cried as your body plopped atop of his.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.“ You mumbled, trying to get up from him. “Is your leg okay?“

“Wow, is everything okay? Do ya’ll need help?“ the supposed source of footsteps spoke.

“Thanks dude, she’ll get me back up.” Haechan smiled widely and signalled with his smile for the guy to leave. “Like you on my lap like this.” he smirked suddenly, looking you up. You pushed yourself to get up and stretched out an arm to him. He stared at your hand as you stared at him confused. Did he enjoy laying on this floor like that? He spoke as you were about to ask him. “Do you expect me to get up like that?”

“Are you…? Can’t you?”

“Ugh-ugh.” he shook his head negatively and pulled onto your hand. As the move was unexpected you fell in to him and dropped on your knees. “I need to lean onto you and you’re falling just when I slightly pull onto you.”

“I’ll call for help.” you tried to get up from his lap once again when his hands landed on your lower back to keep you in place.

“Don’t.” he sat and made your bodies closer. “Just get on your knees and hug me.”

“You know, this now just sounded ridiculous.” you cackled.

“Save your dirty thoughts for the evening, cupcake. Now just get me up.”

“Shut up.” you mumbled and did as he wished. Haechan’s arm immediately wrapped around your shoulders as the other one helped him to find balance against the floor to push his body off it. He turned out to be unbelievably heavy as his butt raised from the floor and let you feel the weight of his body. “You’re a little tubbie.” you mumbled under your breath as your back was about to break.

“You’re just weak, cupcake. Sports would help.”

“Shut up or I’ll drop you.”

“Okay cupc…” you pinched his side and he squealed loudly. “Okay, I’m sorry, just get me up already.” he finally sighed calming his playfulness down. He finally stood in front of you and you sat back down to get him back his crutches, feeing his hand hold on to your shoulder lightly.

“Here.” he took one crutch and placed it under his armpit. “Are you… not going to take the second one?”

“No. You dropped me, you’ve got to pay for it.” he smirked.

“Huh?”

“You’ll help me back inside.”

“Lee Haechan, you have both crutches.”

“And you dropped me onto the floor like that when my leg is broken, my arm hurts and my head just got back to normal from a concussion. Help me in and don’t cry about it.” his hand slipped over your shoulder, putting pressure onto you once again.

“We never spoke and now you’re on my shoulder as we’ll enter. What is their reaction going to be like?” you looked at him genuinely. You were about to run away from under his hold.

“Whose reaction?”

“Fellow students.”

“Walk.” Haechan rolled his eyes at you and forced you to actually move by guiding your hand onto his waist for support. You held onto his hoody tightly, holding in your other hand his crutch and fighting internally droplets of sweat on your back and forehead.

“I’m… I wonder what everyone will think seeing you with me.”

“Me with you?” He snorted sarcastically.

“Yes. We have nothing in common, we don’t really have mutual friends and we’ll show up like that in the middle of a class.” you chuckled out of nervousness “You’re the one that befriend boys that aren’t good influence, I don’t know any of them and I’m not supposed to know you either. I wonder what Eunsoo will think if I ever tell her you even touched me, I can imagine her crooked face expression. I mean… I wouldn’t believe myself either, she’s friends with Jeno but still… she’s not into your group of friends much. She always tells Jeno is the…”you realised you blubbered too much getting closer to the door, feeling your tongue begin to twist when Haechan interrupted you.

“You know what?”

“Mmmh…?” you looked at him.

“Give me that back.” he forcefully grabbed the crutch from your hold. “I’ve listened to just enough shit. I’ll go myself, you should probably stay here for an hour or so, in case someone could smell me on you and assume things.” he reached out for the handle. “Thanks for the help, by the way.”

“What are you doing here?” Haechan’s face expression visibly dropped as if he was expecting a delivery but you came through.

“Didn’t you invite me in… today, earlier?”

“I did, but it was before.”

“Before… what…?” You looked at the boy confused. “Are you confusing me with someone?” you teased. “Your head’s messed up again after I dropped you?”

“Just leave.” he closed his eyes forcefully for a second.

“Are you… sure you’re okay?” you leaned in slightly to look at his face expression.

“I am.” he watched you serious and with every passing second you were realising he wasn’t fooling around with you like he usually did.

He didn’t want you for real. Your face dropped and you tried to not show it too much to him but he probably could still see it.

“Okay.” you nodded and looked away. “I’m confused right now but okay...”

“I should’ve made things clearer, so whatever, we’re even.” he looked away probably expecting for you to go but you just stood there to process the situation. He was bitching at you for whatever reason that popped up in his head. He stood there hanging on those stupid crutches and looked at you as if you were forcing him to do something he found completely disgusting.

“I… you know what?” your voice was too high pitched all of a sudden. “I don’t care.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t care if you’re not in the mood for whatever reason.” your hand pushed him slightly to let you get inside. “I came here because you fucking invited me. I spent a fucking hour to get here and I’m not going anywhere else right now except your bedroom.” you turned your head at the sound of Haechan chuckling. “Funny?”

“I didn’t know you were so eager.”

“Am not.”

“You seem pretty eager to me, I wonder what’s going on in that little head of yours.” You rolled your eyes at him and looked around as if you’ve never been there before.

Haechan sighed loudly, reached out to close the door and held his crutches properly, walking in direction of his room. You watched him move slowly, biting your lip subconsciously at the upsetting view. You wanted to maybe hug him and maybe rub his shoulder to make him feel better but then you brought yourself back to your senses.

It was his fault he fell down that bike and there would be nothing that would make him feel better because he’s not down in the first place. And your hugs would not make him feel better, maybe head would, but a hug from you… would be a meaningless waist of energy. You followed up and sneaked into his bedroom before him.

“Wh- what are you doing?” he questioned you as your back hit the mattress.

“Lying down.”

“I wouldn’t.” he chuckled at your face expression change.

“What, why?” you jumped up and ran your eyes over the sheets. “What’s in there?”

“Well, no one knows for sure what’s exactly…”

“Why did you not tell me earlier? I fucked you in that bed two weeks ago. Why… why would you even sleep in this if there’s something that’s like…” you blabbered and stumbled away from his bed, bumping into Haechan that took his steady paced steps towards you. You turned your head to look at him, noticing his body slightly hover over you, as his mouth got closer to your ear.

“I’m fucking with you, cupcake.” he said lowly and laughed. “For now, verbally only.”

“For fucks sake, Lee Haechan.” your palm hit his chest and he pretended you beat the air out of his lungs. “I wouldn’t be surprised if something actually lived inside that mattress.” you rolled your eyes and dropped your body back on his bed to look around. The room was clean, probably cleaner than yours at the moment, but still.

“I hope you’re playing because if you actually thought I have roaches in my bed I’m no joke offended.”

“Not roaches but what if you had something nasty there and… I don’t know.”

“Anyway… what do you think you’re going to do here?”

“What were you doing?” he walked over the bed and sat, placing his crutches against the wall.

“Thinking who could I replace you with.”

“Why would you even want that in the first place.”

“The list is infinite. Cupcake, you don’t check off a single box in my list.” he turned to give you a glance, turning back to help him get his leg up on the bed and lie down.

“And what are the things you have on that list you want to check off?“

“Why are you interested in that all of a sudden?” he smiled genuinely for a split second but then changed his face expression back.

“Just want to make sure there’s not a single person that would check off your stupid boxes and that I’m your greatest option of them all.” you smirked.

“You’re a bully. It crosses the whole list immediately in red ink.”

“I’m a bully? Shut up.”

“I kind of want to end this.”

“Because I’m a bully?”

“Yes, because you clearly hate the idea of interacting with me besides fucking and leaving. This is the longest conversation we’ve had since I’ve known you.” he slightly turned on his side to rest his head against his palm.

“Isn’t this the solemn purpose of being fuck buddies - to fuck and leave. The end. Nothing besides that.“

“Yeah, but you find the time to insult me in between and that’s a fucking problem.”

“A fucking… problem. Do you have problems with fucking me?” you looked him in the eyes. So closely and brightly you almost choked on your own laughter and the daylight proximity.

“Jesus.” Haechan rolled his eyes before grabbing onto your jaw forcefully and pulling you into him. “The lame jokes are even worse than your stupid insults.” you tried to lean in more to kiss him but Haechans hand held onto your skin tightly not letting you move. “I’m not going to kiss you.”

“Why?”

“You’re not turning me on.”

“Fine.” you raised and eyebrow at him and pulled back, Haechan letting go of you. “I know why you’re bitching.” you sat there in complete silence long enough for you to fixate on his breathing. Every sound made now in that room almost made your eye twitch.

“I’m not bitching.”

“You are. It’s because of that day you broke your stupid leg.”

“My leg is not stupid.” His remark almost made you smile.

“Okay, then if your leg is not stupid then you most definitely are. You should’ve chosen me and that eats you now.” Haechan laughed nonchalantly.

“Shut up.” his palm forced atop of your lips.

“Do you ever wash these?” you gagged pushing it off your face. Your thumb and pointing finger held onto his middle one, carefully moving the arm back to him.

“Yeah, sometimes. After getting them from inside of you, they’re getting kinda sticky.”

“You know you’re meant to do it before getting them inside too.”

“You should’ve told me beforehand.” he sighed dramatically. Your hand aimed to punch his stomach lightly, but met his fingers instead, running the back of your hand against his pointy ring on accident.

“Ouch.” you cried out. “Your stupid ring.”

“Let me see.” Haechan sat up, reaching his hand out to you and you almost believed he wanted to act sweet. “Maybe you’re bleeding, I’ll call the ambulance. They’ll finally get you out of here.” But his comment made you change your opinion mid-action, shoving a middle finger into his face.

The interaction died quickly and the two of you laid in complete silence once again. You suddenly went in your brain all over the fact that you had nothing to tell him. There was basically zero to none things you wanted to discuss with Lee Haechan. You didn’t know how would he usually get you in the state of a crying mess in his hold but since he seemed to be not planning to do it right now, you had not a single clue how to do something to him. He was the initiator, he always pulled the right string and then you’d only get back to reality when your hands were smoothing out your clothes back onto your body.

Were you about to try and seduce him? Hell no. Did the fact he held all the power upset you? It hella did.

“It’s late now and since you’re not going anywhere, I’m going to sleep.” he yawned dramatically and turned on his side away from you.

“Not even a shower, ew.”

“I’m napping, you weirdo. I would’ve made you leave if I went to actual sleep.”

“Wh- what is… what are you doing?” Haechan’s voice screeched after his 3 hour ‘nap’. “Why the hell are you even still here?” you could feel him move behind your back, pausing the game and turning your head to give him attention. “I- how did you even turn that on.” he gasped and aggressively took remote control from your hands. “Why the fuck did you sit here all this time I slept?”

“I cancelled things to come here.”

“It’s about time you go back home.”

“Well… I can’t.”

“Why is that? You never stay anyway.”

“Maybe today I wanted to experience something new.” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“You already are.” he hinted at the fact you’ve spent hours by his side now for no reason. Well, there was a reason - your roommate asked her new boyfriend to come over and quite frankly you would rather spend these hours pointlessly next to Haechan. At least his bed is comfy and the house is empty. “I can’t believe out of all things you could’ve done you messed up my game.”

“Hey, I didn’t mess a single thing, what are you even saying. I’m pretty good with games.”

“No you’re not. You would never.” he chuckled. “No way.” his tone changed as he looked at the screen properly. “Okay, maybe you can play games, but this doesn’t change the fact you have to go.”

“Let’s spend time together.” you smiled sweetly, craning your neck a little to see his face.

“Am I dead? Or are you dying?”

“Ugh… I’m hungry. I’m going to order something. Dinner is on me, since your letting me stay.” you crawled over the bed to get to your phone.

“You’re just deaf, I see.”

“What do you want to drink?”

“Poison, to be completely honest, but if that’s not on the menu I’ll go with whatever.” you raised your head to see Haechan get preoccupied with his precious game and swallowed a chuckle.

“Got you.” you mused.

“I’m going to choke if you’ll keep on staring at me while I’m eating. Stop.” Haechan’s eyes quickly dropped onto his cup.

“I’m just surprised.” the nonchalant chuckle was becoming his best friend through the evening.

“With what?”

“Many things, you know. This whole evening’s been pretty extraordinary.”

“Well, you are the reason it went that way.”

“Should I feel bad about it?”

“Do you not?” you squinted your eyes at him.

“I want to drink.” he swallowed jumping up before the both of you could realise that he can’t actually walk on his own. He fell back down thankfully hitting the couch behind him before another accident including Haechan happened in front of you.

“What do you want to drink?” you got your body up to walk up to his fridge before he tried getting back up once again with the help of his crutches. “Beer, coke, red bull’s and soju - that’s quite a variety.” you cackled.

You turned around at the sound of Haechan slowly moving towards you. He leaned over and a bottle of strawberry milk appeared before your eyes. You took the bottle and watched him lean over once again, getting a bottle of soju and quietly leaving to sit in front of the TV once again.

“I don’t want strawberry milk.” you ran to catch up with him.

“I thought you liked it.”

“Why did you think that?”

“I saw you drink it many times at school.”

“Oh, this.” you smirked.

“What?”

“A guy give me these regularly.”

“Why?” Haechan turned his head to face you.

“I guess he wants me to know something.”

“That he likes you?” you nodded quickly.

“I have no idea why he decided I like strawberry milk though.” you wanted to add that you don’t in fact like the milk too much and that the gesture was cute but a little childish for a college guy.

“Giving milks anonymously as a way to hit on you? Childish and dumb.” he snorted. Haechan’s face changed to a devilish one and you couldn’t just agree with him on this now.

“At least it’s cute.”

“Cute?”

“You would not understand I guess.”

“Why would I not?” Haechan made it sound like he was offended. “I liked girls before.”

“Sure you did.” he opened his mouth to say whatever. “I wouldn’t want to know how you hit on them so please keep it.”

“Jealous much?” you laughed at his stupid assumption.

“No, I could never imagine you being nice to a person in that way.”

“That’s a problem of yours.”

“You want to tell me your all sweet and cute when it comes to your girlfriends?”

“No, I don’t want to tell you anything. Go bring me the shot glass I forgot.” he sat down, placing his crutches by his side.

“I’m not your maid.”

“You’re an unwanted guest, that’s even worse. Go get me a glass.”

“Please and thank you.” you rolled your eyes but still did what he wanted, placing two shot glasses in front of him after a long search in the cupboards.

His eyes looked up to take in your standing figure, silently opening the bottle and pouring the drink into the glass. Sitting down you noticed him place the bottle back on the table, not filling a glass for you. “Hey.” Haechan’s eyes raised at you innocently. His emotionless expression began to get on your nerves on the fifth hour of your encounter, not noticing how you started to chew on your lower lip.

He was just built to get on your nerves, peoples nerves in general. It was either you love him or you hate his guts, and even though you previously thought you were somewhere in a neutral zone, every interaction with him was switching the scale towards the hate side. Your face probably looked to him like there were enormous amounts of thoughts racing through your brain in seconds and it wasn’t wrong. Haechan accused you of not wanting to interact with him, but how could you even want that when all he’s doing is trying to get under your skin and embarrass you even if its just you and him in this room. He didn’t even try to get on your good side once. If only he did, you thought and stood up. “You’re right.” you spoke in a second, noticing how Haechan furrowed his eyebrows “I am really an unwanted guest and you’ve showed it the moment I got in. I thought I can laugh it off and hang in here but it’s been… it’s not going cool on either end. I interrupted whatever you were doing I’m sorry.” Haechan reached out to grab onto your waist when you were about to walk away.

“If I didn’t know you I’d think you’re upset with the way everything went and aren’t spitting your daily dose of venom on me right now.” you looked down at him calmly. “You can stay.” he finally said after a pause. “I…” he interrupted his own self “Just sit down, come on.” he pulled onto your hand and you let him sit you down by his side cross legged.

He poured a shot, and then you two had one more. When the bottle suddenly turned out to be empty, you ran to the fridge to bring out one more. Light giggles escorted you to the kitchen and back. Haechan made comments you couldn’t make sense of anymore, and every word that left his mouth suddenly made you chuckle. When the third bottle turned out to be empty and you stumbled back to his fridge - you were met with the fact there wasn’t any soju left.

“Whe- where are you going?” Haechan pointed out when you tried to walk over him.

“We ran out of soju, I’m going to the mart.”

“You’re drunk.” Haechan pulled slightly on your wrist but it was enough in your state to make you fall. “Ouch.” he gasped when your body dropped over his legs.

“Is your leg okay? Hyuck, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” you cried out in pain and turned on his leg to look at his cast.

“Fuck, Y/n, stop moving around.” he whined, grabbing onto your body to catch your attention. “Let’s get you to bed, okay?” he gave up and sighed.

“To bed? No.” you pouted and turned back to face him. You found a better position by straddling his lap, your hands snaked onto his shoulders and Haechan held his breathe as your eyes met his. “Aren’t we having fun.” you mumbled and pulled in your body to give him a hug. You sighed and hid your face in the crook of Haechan’s neck, feeling your body relax. He was stiff and most likely was still not breathing, but your brain had no chance to pay any attention to the fact at the state you were in. “Funny enough you don’t look like someone who would smell so clean.”

“What?” he asked distantly, you moved your head to take a look at his face.

“I love it though, I’m not trying to pick on you.” you suddenly felt the urge to add.

“It’s okay, cupcake.”

“Don’t call me that, please. It’s so fucking annoying. Does that not make you feel like you bought me for an hour?” Haechan smiled amused.

“What do you want to be called then?” his voice suddenly turned into a whisper, making you realise you began to whisper too.

“Just my name if you can’t come up with something more ear pleasing for now.” You said closing your eyes to recollect your thoughts. “What do you think is going to happen to you after that day…?”

“You mean after the day I broke my leg?”

“Yeah. Do you think they’ll expel you from university… or… like, put you in jail?” you moved back your head, running your eyes over his face, he chuckled nonchalantly at your words.

“Would you feel upset if I got expelled?” he asked in a whisper, watching your reaction closely. You moved your head in a barely visible nod. You didn’t realise before this very moment that you actually would. That even if you two weren’t in any way next to each other during the day, still, having him in the same room was something that made your heart and brain calm down without you realising. The way he’d wink at you in those rare instances your eyes met in a class and you’d give him a mortified look, you’d turn away with a shadow of a smile you’d try to contain on your face. You snapped back to reality, where Haechan’s hands held onto the small of your back as if you were going to disappear from his lap. You snapped back to reality, where every thought of smiling because of Haechan was making your head go dizzy in disbelief.

It was the longest time you spent this close to Haechan without him touching you to turn you on and it almost felt weird when his lips finally touched yours, pushing away every bizarre thought you had. Your lips quickly got in a battle with his and now you were pressing your body more against his to make him let you take control of the kiss. Haechan wasn’t about to give up to you, but he moved his head away and stared you down.

“Do I not turn you on again?” Haechan’s eyes rolled backwards as he closed them, pulling your face back to his with a hand on your cheek. His lips moved slower than a minute ago, making it harder for you to breathe when his teeth pulled on your lower lip slightly. You opened your mouth and he took it as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth and make you completely breathless. It seemed like he never took it this slow with kissing before, but maybe, you just weren’t able to remember all those times you were insanely drunk and under his spell.

A couple of hours ago he told you to leave, that you’re not turning him on in the slightest and now it felt like he was putting out his soul. Your eyes flattered when he sucked onto your tongue, pulling you out of your train of thought. Haechan tried to pull back, your hand wrapping tightly over his neck, not allowing him to move, as you sensed his wish to let go. You licked into his mouth and Haechan let you to, dropping his back against the couch. His palm held your neck carefully, caressing a spot with his thumb soothingly. Haechan’s other hand was pinning your chest to his, wrapping over your waist tightly. Your head felt so dizzy with the alcohol and his presence, you pulled back and slowly blinked your eyes. Haechan’s thumb on your neck didn’t stop for a second, making ecstasy run through your blood.

“Can you help me get up?” he said suddenly and you couldn’t hold back a chuckle.

“Yeah.” you nodded vigorously at him and pulled your body off his, before realising he didn’t let go of you, forcing your face back in front of his. Hyuck pecked your lips, taking a look at your face between each kiss. His gaze was clouded with lust, he almost seemed enchanted.

You took the crutches from his hands as he sat down on the bed, propping them against the wall. Haechan’s palm reached out to the small of your back pulling you into him as soon as you were done. He dropped his back on the pillow and forced you on top of his body.

“This is going to be exciting.” he whispered, as his fingers traced down your arms.

“Because I’m fucking you and not the other way round?” You chuckled and touched his cheek.

“Yeah, and because it seems like you’re going to stay afterwards.” Haechan’s voice was still quite, not disturbing the silence of the night.

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up too high.” you pointed, connecting your lips.

He didn’t need a second hint, gripping onto your nape tightly while you kissed. His other hand snaked under your t-shirt, tracing lines over your bare skin with his fingertips.

“Can you sit up?” your fingers pushed onto his shoulders lightly, moving your body off his lap. Haechan moved up against the head board, reaching out to you the next second. “Hyuck.” you mumbled, straddling his thighs. The boy under you took the shirt off your body in a quick motion, doing the exact same thing to his clothes, flushing you against his bare stomach, placing chaste kisses over your chest and breasts, biting through the skin next to the material of your bra. You gasped and raised up on your knees, feeling Haechan’s lips lick the same spot he bit. He let go of your waist to push down your bra, freeing more of your sensitive skin. He flicked your nipple with a finger, teasing the sensitive bud with the tongue afterwards.

The mixture of alcohol and Haechan was always bringing you on edge, and this now was no exception. The way his lips left sloppy kisses on every inch of your skin as they went back up your chest and neck, sucking in the skin behind your ear lightly. A muffled cry left your throat at the feeling of his warm tongue on you, your insides clenched and you sat back down to get any friction you could. Your palm crawled over his visibly hardened member, feeling him up teasingly. Haechan buckled against your hand, making your own body clench at the feeling.

You slid your palm up and down his length, moving to the band of the sweatpants, teasing the skin above. Your fingers moved one layer lower, feeling Haechan through the underwear. You flexed your fingers over him and he gasped, breaking away the kiss as you began to stroke him rhythmically.

Focusing your attention on your fingers on Haechan, it slipped your attention how his fingers snaked to your underwear too, getting a surprised mewl from you as he smoothed out slickness over your heat. He worked over your clit knowingly, sliding his fingers to pump in and out of you in no time.

“I want to lick you.” you were so preoccupied in the friction he was giving you your brain forgot how to distinguish words.

“Your leg.”

“You can ride my face.” he suggested immediately, soaking in your face expression. A smirk lit up his face as a response to your clenching over his fingers. “I’m taking this as a yes.”

His hands left your body for a split second, getting back onto your thighs to guide you off his lap onto the bed next to him. Haechan’s body slid down the mattress, as his fingers waved for you to get back to him.

“Come here.” his voice made you shiver. The invitation felt intimate. Not like your previous encounters weren’t intimate, its not even the first time he eats you out, but somehow the feelings inside of you were different.

Probably, for the reason you never did it that way - never sat on his face and it made you nervous for some reason. Even after all those soju shots.

Haechan’s fingers ran over your thigh soothingly when you didn’t react. He extended his palm as an invitation and you took it, crawling back over him. Haechan’s fingers ran over the skin of your lower stomach, hooking them over the material of your jeans, quickly undoing the button and pushing the cloth down your legs with the underwear.

You took in his face as he paused for a moment running his eyes over your body.

For no reason at all he made you feel shy, his eyes weren’t the usually hungry drunk with a sprinkle of carelessness, he looked possessed, but in a good way. Haechan’s eyes glistened a little with something that could be taken as… you shook the weird thought away and grabbed his face with your fingers quickly, shoving everything that there was in the farthest corner of his brain you hoped to never see again.

“Are we doing it or are we staring?” Haechan slapped your hand away, grabbing onto your butt cheeks suddenly and moving your body next to his mouth. You gasped as his breath hit your wetness, grabbing onto the wall in front of you as he pulled your body more in, sliding his tongue once over your folds with no warning. Your lower stomach suddenly felt overwhelmingly heavy and your hips jerked up at the feeling of another lick.

Haechan’s arms battled your body, forcing it to stay still and against his mouth, while you persistently tried to move it back, to not let his lips and tongue turn you into a mess too quickly. His tongue moved swiftly, and then at a slower pace, he sucked and stuck it deeper inside of you. Your hands tried to grip onto the flat surface of the wall but there was nothing to hold on to, pressing your forehead against it instead.

Haechan groaned lowly as your hips jerked against his face with the next lick, spreading vibration through your body.

His tongue began to move in directions you couldn’t possibly work out with your brain, getting lost somewhere with the way he was able to build an orgasm inside of you in such a short time, with the way his palms were gripping onto your ass without neither of you realising the strength of his hold.

“I don’t want to cum.” you cried out heavily, Haechan suddenly locking eyes with you.

“You should use me.” your eyes flattered as the pleasure he built faded slightly. “I’m just giving you head, but I meant proper riding.” you felt that tangling sensation get back to your lower stomach with how nonchalantly the suggestion left his mouth.

“Like… for real?”

“Like for real.” his grip on your thighs loosened, allowing for you to do the next move on your own. You wanted to move quickly to not lose what he built up, to not let alcohol leave your systems, even though you weren’t sure anymore either of you were drunk, and not let the awkwardness settle in.

You couldn’t remember the last time it felt awkward to be intimate with Haechan, but then again, he never asked you to rub yourself against his pretty face. Wait, was his face even pretty? Why did you suddenly think his face was… pretty?

You lowered your arms in a hurry, and he seemed to read your mind, catching your palms with his, giving support to your body that you needed. Your knees felt weaker than you expected, lowering your centre down on his face. Haechan didn’t seem to find it weird or displeasures. He just let you feel his tongue against your body, and now that he expected you to move you knew he won’t bat a lash.

You jerked your hips against his face once just to see what it feels like, then once again because it did indeed feel good. You couldn’t possibly remember how you got yourself into the current state of crying and moaning, but as you were about reach the peak of your ability to hold back you heard and more importantly felt Haechan grunting and panting against you. Your eyes lowered to see his being closed, quickly turning your head to see his hand in his underwear.

Your hips stopped midway making even yourself surprised with amount of strength you had left inside of you. Haechan opened his eyes in an instance and watched you move your hips off his face.

“What’s wrong?” he found his voice finally. You stood on your knees and quietly forced him by his armpits in a sitting position as if he was a toddler. He helped you get himself up and you sat back down on his lap, pulling him in by the neck. “Did it not feel nice?”

“No.” your lips tried to find his, but Haechan pushed back.

“No?” he seemed scandalised at your reply.

“It did feel nice, but you were stroking your own self and I felt bad.” you smirked and touched his hard on with your fingers. Haechan’s hands found your face on their own, kissing your lips as your fingers worked over his clothed length. “Want me to suck you?”

“No.” he sighed when your fingers met his bare skin. “I’m g… Just fuck me already, it’s been too long.” his eyes rolled as your finger ran over his tip.

“You’re sure?” you smirked.

“What the fuck would I not be sure about.” Haechan’s fingers wrapped around your wrist as your fingers teased him more.

“Okay, sunshine.” you left an open mouthed kiss on Haechan’s cheek with a chuckle, as your hips jerked against him for friction.

You pulled back and helped Hyuck pull down all the clothing from the lower part of his body. You trailed down the cast on his leg with your eyes, when Haechan pulled you back up and against his chest. Your body weight pushed him against the headboard, and now you were pressing onto his body, as his lips hungrily trailed every millimetre of yours, making your eyes roll every time his tip slid against your slit, making those rhythmical motions that were already enough to take you over the edge.

“I’ll cum like that too if you’re here for research.” you mumbled through the kiss, making him slip a little inside of you. Your head dropped more back, giving Haechan access to your neck and chest, placing chaste kisses there as the more of him was filling you up.

As your hips properly rocked against his, you found yourself building up a pace you liked. Haechan’s lips moved onto your breasts, licking and kissing every spot he could find, biting into the skin as you would bottom out. You rolled your eyes backwards as his teeth sunk down into your skin giving you a satisfying mixture of pain and pleasure from his cock.

“Gonna cum soon, Y/n.” Haechan mumbled into your skin and you shivered at the sound. You didn’t know your name could be pronounced in such a way. Did he never call your name before? He probably went by the nickname, you thought. He panted as you clenched over him, feeling his cock twitch in response.

You couldn’t remember what time it was last time you had your eyes on a watch, but your body felt almost mushy from tiredness, your legs were burning after the endless thrusting of your hips. You wanted to pick up the pace and help the both of you release, but the soreness in your thighs was almost unbearable by now.

Haechan’s fingers traveled down your butt cheeks, spreading his fingers widely over the skin, grabbing your flesh to put more pressure on you every time you sank back down on him.

“Is that better?” he asked as his arms helped lifting you up and slamming you back down.

You whimpered a hitched ‘yes’, leaving every other memory of chasing your highs and riding through them in a blur.

You were laying on the bed’s farthest corner from Haechan, listening to his heavy breathes slowly get back to normal. After your heart gets back to normal too, it would be the same to every other time you had sex with Haechan - you’d get back on your feet looking busily for all of your belongings, Haechan would ask you in a huskiest voice ever if you’re sure you wanted to leave in the middle of the night. You’d nod a yes and call in an Uber.

“Are you not scared?” he suddenly spoke and took you from your reflective thoughts.

“Of what?” you turned your head to meet his eyes on you.

“Of going back in those Ubers.” were you thinking out loud? you questioned yourself immediately. It didn’t seem like you were. Was he thinking how you’d leave him in your casual manner too?

“Why would I be scared?” you chuckled nonchalantly to not make all those creepy drivers rise up in your head again. Fighting the fear and the sleep every time, counting down minutes to the arrival.

You sat up, taking your shirt in your hand to cover up. Even if you weren’t planning to leave, you still needed a shower.

“You’re leaving anyway?” he sighed heavily, letting you feel the mattress bent somewhere closer to your back. “I thought this was something different now.”

“Hm? I’m not leaving, my roommate probably still fucks her boyfriend, so I’m going to shower and sleep on the couch.” your head moved to be in front of Haechan’s.

“Why couch?”

“Because,” your body turned completely towards the boy. “Rule #1 you broke? Kissing. I told you we should not kiss at all.”

“You’re kissing me back every time!”

“Because you started it! If you wouldn’t have I would have not kissed you. Anyway, we spent time together today, which is another thing we agreed on not doing. Alone time together is not a thing for you and I.”

“You came here yourself and spent hours on my bed, just so you know.” he cackled.

“This was an emergency situation, you should’ve reminded me of the rules, I would’ve left respectfully.”

“Lies.”

“It’s not!”

“Whatever, what else is on the list?”

“I thought we came up with the list together? Do you not remember a thing?”

“No staying the night? No cuddling afterwards?”

“Yes, these two aswell.”

“Great. No marking too.” he chuckled and reached out to your breasts, touching with his pointing finger a spot, attracting your eyes to see red spots over you chest.

“Lee Haechan!” you gasped and pushed his hand off you. “What is wrong with you tonight?”

“Let’s do everything we shouldn’t since we already started?”

“No, that’s bullshit. I’m going to shower and then to the couch.” you rolled your eyes and then tried to get off the bed, feeling Haechan’s arm hug your waist and pull you back against him. Since when is he even strong?

“Go to sleep it’s late.” his lips landed on your ear to whisper, wrapping his other arm over your body as you tried to push him away. “Just this time, since today was the breaking rules day anyway?”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes.” you sighed and closed your eyes, Haechan not loosening his grip on you even though you let him know you weren’t going to leave.

“I feel like this is the first time we had sex and you didn’t give me a lecture on how wrong we are about this and that we’re the least compatible humans.”

“See, all those months and you finally learned it.”

“Turn around.” his arms helped you face him, laying your head on his chest. You wished you had more energy left to fight with him over these actions, but your head just laid atop of his chest like he wanted you to. “Are you… sleeping?” Haechan cleared his throat before speaking.

“Not really.” you sighed tiredly, now when he was talking you were not sleeping for sure.

“Do you not have, like, anything to tell me?”

“No, about what?” your eyes were glued and you wouldn’t be able to open them even if you tried, but your mouth was still able to talk and last bits of your awaken brain was giving commands for words to leave it.

“I don’t know. Maybe you wanted to ask me anything, since we’re talking today, you know.” “I don’t know.” you mumbled and killed the conversation. Haechan seemed to give up too, when a question popped in your head. “That day… How did you end up on Jeno’s bike? Why wasn’t he riding it?”

“Rock paper scissors.” he chuckled and made you smile too.

“I knew it would be something idiotic.”

“Are you still drunk or just tired?”

“I don’t know, maybe the two mixed.”

“Can I ask a question too?”you nodded against his chest.

“Do you know the guy that gives you milks?”

“No, if I did I’d at least thank him and probably would tell him to stop.”

“Why?”

“I don’t like strawberry milk, I told you before.”

“And what do you like?”

“Sodas. Grape flavoured ones, or rose lemonades. Simple Dr. Pepper would’ve been better than milk probably.” you chuckled for no reason.

“I thought you’d say something like ‘I’m uncomfortable with a stranger giving me drinks’. I guess I overestimated you.” your hand slapped his side. Haechan giggled seeming to be full of energy, while your brain was turning off in the comfortable aura of his body heat.

“That too, but I guess if he’s willing to do so

I have no say.“

“We can make out once somewhere public and he’ll back off.” you didn’t know where that energy in you came from but you laughed out loud at the suggestion.

“No thanks.” you tried to move your body a little away from the boy. “That’s why I never want to stay, I knew you’d be up in my ass with your talking. Thankfully, with your words only.”

“We could do that with-.”

“Honestly, shut up.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” he cackled and reached out to you.

“Why are you touching my hand?” You asked after a few moments passed.

“Can’t I?” his fingers ran over your fingertips, spreading tingling sensation over your palm.

“You can, but you shouldn’t.” you moved your hand from under his.

“Why? There’s no one else to see.”

“Because… it’s too much.”

“It’s not. I’m just touching your fingers. I touched many other parts of your body and you had no problem with that just an hour ago.”

“This was in the moment of lust. The moment is not there anymore and we’re not a couple.”

“We would never be a couple just because you’re so fucking grumpy all the time.” he sighed and turned on his side, scooping your body closer to his. “Like, you’re pretty and not dumb, you’re grades are higher than mine I know that. I’m sure we would be fine at least as friends if you’d just get that stick out of your ass and maybe breathed?”

“I am. Breathing.” you said lowly. His words hit right where he directed them.

“If you’re so ashamed of fucking me, you should’ve not started the thing. I know that you’re ashamed of that, but like… who would even care if someone found out? You’re afraid to seem imperfect to all those people? They wouldn’t care, no one would care if you’d tell them you fucked me, once or twice or whatever number of times. People in our school are the same, no one’s better, probably they’re doing things that will make me look like a saint in your eyes. You’re trying to make me at fault for everything, but you’re the problem in our so-called relationship.” you rubbed your nose against the skin of Haechan’s chest, making him doubt if you were listening. “Are you asleep?” Haechan rubbed his thumb over your cheek. “You’re loving sleeping right next to me, am I right?” he purred suddenly into your ear and you shivered, fighting through your sleep to give him a response that would shut his fantasies up. You could feel his lips on your jaw, tilting your head more towards his face. You tried to give him an annoyed look but his eyes were glued to your lips now that they could see them, turning your body like a plushy in his hands and sealing his lips to yours. “I think I know now why you always ran away, you were protecting me from an addiction.” you could feel his thumb brush against your cheek until you completely drifted to sleep

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