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hyuckssunchip · 2 years

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Summer Heat and Summer Swims

Pairings: Jeno x Reader

Words: 3.4K

Warnings: minimal fluff, light humor, smut, pool sex-ish, public sex, exhibitionism, dirty talk, unprotected sex

Synopsis:

It’s fucking hot.

Summer heat had gotten to you and your boyfriend Jeno, but when the opportunity arises you find yourself in the depths of the coolest pool you had ever been in. But things change when Jeno starts to get a little too hot.

“God, it’s so fucking hot.” Jeno groaned out, splaying a limb across you trying to get as much air to skin ratio as possible.

“Ugh.” You shoved his arm off of you, sending an annoyed look. “Don’t touch me, you’re making me hot.”

Jeno smirked head turning to the side to stare at your side profile. “Don’t I always make you hot.”

Sighing you pushed yourself off the bed, trudging towards the bathroom. “Don’t be gross.”

Rolling onto his stomach, he watched your reflection in the mirror, biting his lip at the way you peeled off each layer of clothing. “Are you getting naked without me?”

“Jeno!” You looked up, making eye contact through mirror before quickly shutting the door.

Snickering to himself, he eventually pushed off the bed, making his way to the door. “Y/N.”

He tried the handle, but it was locked, not that he was expecting otherwise. “Y/N, come on.”

You weren’t mad at him, you weren’t locking him out because you were upset at the way that he peeped at you. In reality you were sitting against the cool tile of the bathtub, not really in the mood to unlock the door.

“Hey, hey I know what you’re doing in there. Let me in.” Jeno knocked against the wood, but soon his words turning into whines.

After a few minutes of nothing, there was a faint scratching noise on the other side, the handle jiggling for a moment. The door popped open, a very satisfied Jeno on the other side with a small screwdriver in his grip.

He waved it at you with a grin, setting it on the sink before making his way on the floor towards you.

Crawling the rest of the distance, you squirmed as he leaned up against you. “Jeno, you’re hot.”

“No, you’re hot.” He grinned, lips falling on the skin of your bare shoulder, kissing the expanse, teeth tugging at the straps of your bra momentarily before you nudged him away.

“Jeno, stop it’s hot.”

“Well, we can fight fire with fire, right?” Jeno pushed back against you, lips finding suction on your most sensitive part of your neck. You gave in for a second, sighing at his ministrations, but it didn’t last long. Hand roaming lower, finding perch on your inner thigh, massaging it closer and closer to the part that was burning the most.

Your hands shoved both his face and hand away from you, “Jeno seriously. I’m about to burst into flames. I can’t.”

He sighed in agreement, collapsing against the tub next to you, eyes closing hoping for a bit of relief. He shifted his hips, trying to adjust himself, cock straining against the fabric of his shorts.

Jeno’s phone rang out from beside him, screen flashing with a new message, and it took him all the effort he had to grab it. But the words on his phone was his saving grace.

“Hey, let’s get out of here.” He said, mood suddenly lifted. Jeno moved to his feet, holding a hand out for you to grab, which you did reluctantly. Shoving your clothes at you, he backed out of the bathroom, huge smile on his face.

“Grab your swimsuit, we’re going swimming.”

“Wow, this place is great.” You sighed out, eyes taking in the whole view of the place.

“Yeah, we lucked out didn’t we?” Jeno dropped his bag on the couch, hands in his pocket as he looked out the large glass doors. “If Chenle didn’t ask me to check up on Daegal, we wouldn’t have landed in this paradise.”

“Gosh, the pool.” Your eyes were dripping in honey at the sight. It was large, blue tiles adorned the side and it had to have been at least ten feet deep in the far end. The shrubbery behind the pool masked the yard from any onlookers, not that there would likely be any. With this view, it was clear it would be a hike for someone to come up here.

Jeno slid the door open, ushering you out first, eyes squinting against the harsh sunlight. You could already see the waves of heat just beyond the pool. “You’re sure that this is fine? I mean, did he say we could use the pool?”

“Mi casa, tu casa.” Jeno smiled out, shaking his head. “It’s a given, besides it’s Chenle, he’s totally cool with it.”

Jeno lifted his shirt up off his back, tossing the white fabric by the group of lounge chairs.

One thing that you loved about swimming with Jeno, you were always gifted with his beautiful abs. He claims he hasn’t been working out more than usual, but the way his muscles grew toned said otherwise, not that you were complaining, it was heaven to look at.

You felt the urge to run your fingers over the dips of each contour, biting your lip to stop yourself.

You were hit with a wave of water, blinded for a moment before you realized Jeno had cannonballed into the pool. There was a sigh of relief from him, grinning at the cool water rushing over him.

“Come on.” He waved you in, “It’s too hot out there.”

Peeling off your shirt, Jeno eyed you up and down, enjoying the inadvertent strip show. You stepped out of your shorts, tossing them in the same direction as Jeno’s shirt.

Eventually you made your way to the edge of the pool, dipping a toe in the water and sighing at the feeling. You gasped out when Jeno tugged at your ankle, nearly falling into the pool at the movement.

Laughing at you, he tugged again, more firm this time now that your foot was completely on the pavement. “Come on, jump in.”

“Alright, I will. Just, I’ll do it on my own.” You pouted, stepping out of his grip defensively. He threw his hands up in surrender, swimming back a couple of feet, letting his chin sink under the water, eyes ever watchful.

You opted for sitting on the side of the pool, slipping into the water until you were fully submerged, popping from the surface gasping for breath.

Pushing your hair back from your face you grinned at your boyfriend, swimming in his direction until your legs wrapped around his waist.

Struggling to keep the two of you up, he gurgled slightly as he sank. Sputtering out as he swam to where he could touch the bottom.

“Y/N. Are you trying to kill me?” He choked out, hands gripping at your ass, keeping you attached to him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tapping his nose with yours with a hum. “Mmmmh.”

Leaning down, you kissed him, taking his lips with yours. It was a breathless kiss, the type that would knock you off your feet, if you weren’t floating. Pulling away you heaved a breath, pressing your hands against his chest when he chased after your lips.

Pushing harder, you released your legs from his waist, feet touching the floor. “Come on, I thought we were gonna have fun.”

You laughed, smiling at Jeno from the shallow end of the pool. You perched yourself on the submerged seat, legs swinging in the water.

He swam after you, cornering you against the inlaid seat. “We can have fun.” Jeno whispered, sending chills down your spine, lips skinning the skin at your ear.

He spun you around grabbing at your waist and tugging you onto his lap until you straddled him. Your hands automatically fell to his biceps, keeping you from falling.

Pushing the wet slick of hair from your face, he rubbed at your neck, thumb sliding over the skin of your cheek.

“Fucking gorgeous.” He whispered out, finally taking your lips with his. It was slow and sensual, taking his time with you while he could, before he became starved.

You pressed against him, chest rolling into his, skin burning with desire. You were at your breaking point, and you needed to push him over the edge too. No more of this soft, sensual stuff. You were growing desperate to be touched, anywhere, everywhere.

Whining, you bit at his lip, tugging at the bottom lip and looking at him through your eyelashes. Your hands rubbed up and down over his chest, scratching slightly at the skin, just the way he likes it.

He understood, growling under his breath, hoisting you up higher. Hands dropped from your neck, falling on your ass, kneading them, forcing you down on his already hard cock. He groaned out, hips thrusting up in attempt to get closer, hands getting so tight you were sure you were already bruising.

Jeno sucked at your lip, making you gasp and pull away. He took this opportunity to latch onto your throat, nibbling at the skin, no doubt bruising you there too.

Jeno loved that. Waking up the morning after, fingers tracing over all the little marks he left on you, proof that you were his, his to do with as he pleases.

“All mine.” He grumbled into your skin, “All fucking mine.”

It seemed as if something feral came over him, lips chasing over every space on your neck, dipping lower and lower until he was shoving your swimsuit top out of the way. Sucking and nipping on the supple skin, you threw your head back in pleasure, grip on his hair tightening, tugging him closer.

“Jeno.” You whispered, egging him on, begging.

He gave one last fierce tug on your sensitive nipple before he returned to your lips, nodding into the kiss.

“You want me baby? You want it?”

You hummed, eyes screwed shut, just imagining what he would do to you. His fingers tapped at your naked hips, playing with the small fabric of your bottoms.

He pushed your bottoms to the side, fingers sliding through your folds easily, teasing at them before pulling away. You whined at the feeling, upset at the way that he left you hanging.

Jeno chuckled at your frustrated expression, tapping at your clit teasingly.

You whined again, dropping your right hand down to grab his, stopping him from pulling away all the way.

“Jeno, don’t tease like that.”

He smirked at you, “Why? What’re you gonna do about it?”

Frowning at him, you blew a sigh out, hand releasing from his hand and shoving your hand past his shorts, pawing over his length.

Jeno threw his head back in pleasure, a huff of air escaping him. “Fucking hell Y/N.” His hips bucked at your grip, following the way that your hand pulled him.

His eyes narrowed when he finally pulled his head back, biting his lip at you. He didn’t give you another second of warning, thrusting two digits past your bottoms, pumping them in and out at a rapid pace.

Moans between the both of you grew louder, the water splashing against the edge of the pool, water wetting the perimeter.

“Fuck it.” Jeno muttered, pulling out of your pussy, and pushing your hand away from his hard on. He grabbed his length himself, rubbing it up and down your folds. The way you rubbed your hips against his cock, every once in a while teasing at the whole, just begging to suck him in, had him growling with impatience.

His cock slapped against the front of your stomach, and you scooted forward, not allowing him to maneuver himself back into you.

You panted out, ass wiggling with arousal, knowing that if it weren’t for the pool, you would be dripping all over. “Jeno. Stop, not here. We shouldn’t.”

He brought his left hand up, cupping your cheek with breathless gasps. “It’s fine, no one will see. People are too far to hear.”

Your face glowed with embarrassment. “Jeno, I was thinking about how we can’t do it in their pool. Not about if someone could hear, or see us.”

“It’s fine,” he shook his head, stealing a kiss before continuing. “It’s salt, besides, they have it cleaned weekly. It’ll be clean before they even get back.”

“Jeno.” You whined, shoving your face into his neck, shaking your head.

“All right.” He grumbled, getting a better grip on your ass, hoisting you up to climb out of the pool.

Clinging to him closer, you felt the suction of water leave you, the heat of the sun rush over you.

Before you knew it, you were under the shade of the pergola, Jeno having laid you out on a lounge chair.

“On your knees.” Jeno commanded, stepping out of his shorts down and letting his hand rub over his length, swiping at the leaking precum.

“I wanna ride you.” You whined, pouting at him in refusal, opening your legs up for him instead.

This ticked him off as usual, when Jeno was in the mood, you were to listen to him. He enjoyed watching you submit, do as you were told, lament for him and him only.

“On your knees.” He said again, eyes begging you to misbehave, see how he puts you back into your place. But you eyed him up and down, and promptly rolling over so that your ass was in the air.

He smacked it once, large hands massaging the skin until you were shoving your ass back for more.

“Dirty little girl.” He grinned, smacking you once more for good measure. “Needs to learn to follow directions.”

You moaned at his words, ass pushing even further, needing to feel him against you. Jeno teased you, fingers playing with the fabric of your bottoms, watching them get wet with slick until he couldn’t bear it anymore.

Pulling them off, he left the swimsuit tangled up around your ankles, not bothering to take them all the way off, he enjoyed the way you looked like that. Dirty, half naked, desperate.

He rubbed his shaft up and down through your cracks, teasing at your folds until you were begging for him to put it in.

Jeno was swift, perhaps it was because he wanted to punish you, or maybe he just couldn’t take it any more. You let out a strangled gasp as he bottomed out, the stretch making you feel more full than you remembered.

He didn’t let you get comfortable for too long, pulling out half way before shoving in again. Jeno’s hands landed on your hips, gripping tighter to make it easier to gain traction.

But as much as he liked taking you from behind, he missed watching your expressions, hearing you whine, watching you squirm for him. After only a few more pumps, he pulled out, tapping at your shoulder to tell you to roll back over.

And there you were, hair splayed out around your head, legs propped up around his legs, eyeing him the way that drove him crazy, ridden with lust.

He wasted no time, lining up again, thrusting all the way in, and then pulling you up. Jeno turned the two of you around, sitting on the edge of the chair, propping you up on his lap, hands grabbing at any free skin he could.

You stilled above him, reveling in the feeling of being full, eyes staring down at him.

He kissed you softly with a grin, “Ride me baby.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

Jeno helped you a bit, using his arms to help you move up and down on his length. You rotated your hips, grinding down on him as he raised his hips to meet you in the middle.

Clawing at his back, you left kisses along his shoulder, biting slightly at the skin as you bounced atop him. Jeno felt the lazy haze of pleasure wash over him, enjoying you doing all the work for him.

But soon you were becoming tired, slowing to an agonizing pace that he could no longer handle.

You let out a shout of surprise as he stood up, dick still deep inside you, moving into a better position.

He dropped you back down, legs still attached at his groin. Jeno pistoned his hips, your legs falling back towards you. He used his hands to hold your legs up, throwing them over his shoulder for easier access.

You moaned at the new position, the way his hips eased up and hit the spot that sent you wild.

“Yeah, you fucking love that? So loud the neighbors can hear? Want them to know who’s fucking you so good, huh?”

You whined, covering your face with embarrassment. But he wouldn’t have it, his hands grabbing at yours, pulling them down until he could pin them to your chest with one hand.

“Say my name.”

But you could barely breathe, let alone say his name. It was dripping from your mouth, begging to come out, but all you could do was pant out.

“My name Y/N. Say it.”

“Jeno.” You managed out, breathless and dry, covered by a moan.

“Louder.” His hips moved faster, harder against you. The lewd sound of skin pounding against skin louder than you can scream.

His hand found your clit, painting figure eights to help you, eager to hear you cry his name, needing to hear it.

“Oh my god. Jeno.” You gasped out, clutching at his arms, nails digging into the skin. “Fuck. I’m fucking– ugh, I’m close.”

“Hang on.” He grunted, continuing to hit that spot until you both felt the highs of your orgasms rising. “ ‘m close.”

Soon after, you felt the feeling of warm cum fill you up, you cumming soon after at the feeling. Walls suctioning him in that he had to wait until you were all the way done before it was even possible to pull out.

He sighed, pulling out and immediately sinking to his knees. You sat up partially, eyes still blurry, but watching with confused eyes.

“Jeno no, I–” You pushed at his head, squirming away, but he wouldn’t have it. He gripped you tighter, tugging closer on the lounge chair, knees digging into the cement, but he ignored the pain, starved for the taste.

“Umgph.” You tugged at his hair this time, bringing him closer. His tongue dug deep into your pussy, desperate for the taste.

Jeno hummed into your heat, falling deeply into you, drowning in you the way that he loved.

His nose ran over your clit, the stimulation already pushing you close to the edge of your second orgasm. But as his tongue flexed, dipping into your hole, you felt your muscles tighten, in your stomach and between your thighs.

Clenching, your legs automatically squeezed around his head, keeping him there until you finished riding out your high. Not that you needed to. Jeno wasn’t about to let up until every drop of you was devoured.

“God damn.” You sighed out, chest heaving breathlessly from your two orgasms, to fucked out to care that you were still spread out for anyone to see.

Jeno grinned, crawling up over you, pestering kisses on his path as he went. He enveloped your lips with his, tongue sneaking in a bit. When he pulled away, you smacked your lips, the taste of your cum still on your tongue.

His hands ran down your waist, gripping and massaging at the skin as he found pleasure in the expanse of your skin again. Leaving lazy kisses along the skin until he was interrupted by the sharp ring of his phone.

Sitting up, he grabbed at his phone, answering after seeing that it was Chenle, probably checking to make sure he had made it alright.

Feeling kind of self conscious, he tugged on his shorts as Chenle;s voice echoed over the phone.

“God damn it Jeno. I said check on Daegal, not fuck your girlfriend on every surface.” Chenle yelled, and Jeno winced at the noise, just imagining his expression.

“What? How’d you–” Jeno whipped his head around, half expecting Chenle to pop out the door.

“You really don’t think we’d have security cameras?”

Jeno’s eyes widened, roaming around the yard until he noticed the soft blinking light just outside the back door. He then glanced at you, eyes closed and laid out on the chair. He grinned, staring at the camera. “Did you enjoy the show at least?”

You were just going to die when he told you. But with the way that you clenched around him when he teased you about others hearing you, he thought that it just might turn you on more than you would let on.

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philly-interlude · 10 months

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[6:42 AM]

jeno heard the bathroom door finally opened after minutes of waiting for you showering. you had worn your clothes already, lowkey hoping you haven't yet.

he smiled at you as you went near your shared bed, moving a bit for your space. you reciprocated his smile and dipped your body beside him.

you lied on his muscular arm, hand pressing his chest at the process, draping your arms immediately on his lower body. jeno was wearing nothing but pajama pants

"smell nice baby" he softly said, caressing your arms up and down. you looked up at him, "of course, freshness early in the morning is a must for a lady like me" you replied.

after a while of randomly touching his naked half, you came questioning your own existence. "jeno?" he hummed in reply, "why is your armpit so flawless and soft?" you questioned. cute. he thought.

he looked at you weirdly, "it's the life of an idol, y/n" briefly replied him. you frowned and smothered your face on his fragrant armpit making him giggle.

"what are you doing?" he laughed, "do you like my armpit that much?" you pouted at him, "companies should be aware that armpit hairs are advantages" you explained.

he knew that of course, but to further hear your soothing voice, he made you speak more. "it protects your skin and it makes you seem more manly, you know?" you smiled at him.

jeno wrapped his arms around you, completely covering you from the cold weather. his eyes cutely looking back at yours, "am i not manly enough?" he was mockingly pouting.

lowering your body more, you tackled jeno hardly and smothered your face to his armpit once again, inhaling the soft morning body scent of his.

"y/n stop that i haven't shower yet" he tapped your head, "no! i love you" you responded, voice muffled from his skin.

and he knew that moment, he won't be able to stop his arms from wrapping you into the most suffocating love you could ever receive from a man.

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neochan · 2 years

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“there’s only one bedroom” with jeno plsplsplspls

"i'll sleep in the bathtub." he sighs defeatedly, reaching for a pillow.

you roll your eyes at his dramatics, "come on jeno, you can sleep next to me. it's fine."

the past hour had been absolute hell. the hotel you both were supposed to be stay at had overbooked their rooms, so instead of getting a two bed room, they were forced to situate you in a one bed instead. the staff handed you the key with an apologetic smile and the promise of a free breakfast the next morning, but that didn't help your dilemma in the slightest. now jeno kept finding places to sleep so you could have the bed; first it was the floor, then the balcony and now the bathtub.

"it'll be awkward." he groans. his black hair stands up in tufts on the top of his head that sway slightly when he furiously rubs his eyes. you had been traveling all day and the both of you were tired. there was no time for this debate.

you, snug under the covers, pull back the blanket as if to tell him, 'climb in with me idiot'. "don't act like you've never slept beside a woman.'

he snorts and moves to climb in beside you, "that one actually hurt a little."

"well you're making such a big deal out of nothing. it's just sleeping."

yeah, to you it's just sleeping, but to him it was so much more. how was he supposed to sleep beside the woman who starred in his dreams? he ignores every fiber of his body screaming at him to leave the room while he gets comfy under the covers next to you.

your eyes widen in pure shock when he grabs the hem of his shirt and lifts it over his head, tossing it onto the floor somewhere. toned abs sit perfectly on his abdomen, veins standing out promptly on his lower stomach. your gaze travels the small strip of hair trailing into the waist band of his sweats. maybe you should go find another hotel for the night because how were you going to sleep next to the man you had a crush on for years? he was just too hot, and seeing him half naked beside you made the place between your thighs ache. if only you could touch his chest, move your hands so you could run it down his body and feel his- "Why are you staring at me? See i told you this was gonna be weird."

your cheeks heat up when you realize he caught you, "i- i wasn't -"

"you were." he deadpans, an eyebrow raised, "wait, do you... do you like what you see?" a smirk plays on his lips.

"no... no i -"

'no?" he interrupts.

"well not no. yes, you have nice... muscles." you're growing hot under the collar, the small room starting to feel like it was closing in on you. being put on the spot like this was not fun, nor where you were expecting the night to go.

"i have nice muscles?" he repeats, his smirk stretching into a bigger smile.

you fidget with stray thread hanging off the cheap polyester blanket, "well yes, you have nice muscles.. for other girls."

"other girls?"

"yes. for other girls." you swallow thickly, mentally punching yourself for how stupid you sound. it wasn't your fault though! this extremely hot, fit boy was in bed with you right now, completely turning your brain into mush. you couldn't be trusted.

he looks up through his lashes, "well i'm not laying in bed with other girls right now."

"yes... that's correct." you blink

"so do i have nice muscles for the girl i'm laying in bed with?"

you feel like screaming, or maybe punching something, or someone (him). this was humiliating. you knew he was teasing with you, playing with your emotions, and you couldn't take it. "well does the guy i'm laying in bed with... want the girl to like his muscles?"

he shrugs, "he wouldn't mind."

"well then she does." you feel like turning over and burying your head in the pillow. lee jeno wants you to like his muscles.

"he also wants to kiss the girl"

you feel your heart stop in your chest, the hotel air coming to a complete standstill. turning to his face his body, you open your mouth and utter words you never thought you'd say, "then do it."

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angelicmark · 2 years

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phases (m)

pairing: jeno x reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut

warnings: alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, oral, angry-sad sex, hair pulling

wc: 4.2k

summary: jeno swore he would wait for you. the same way you would wait for him through all of his phases. it’s a tug and push relationship. jeno drinks his nights away, and you study yours away. you hold onto whatever is left of jeno each night, and he hopes you’re still there the next morning. you love him, and he loves you. it’s a never ending cycle of phases.

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“careful,” you hold your boyfriend up, his his digging into your side in almost an uncomfortable way. you sigh, walking him towards the couch and make sure he doesn’t trip over the sofa or carpet this time.

“‘m fine,” he slurs his words and you can smell the alcohol on his breath as he heaves out a breath when he finally makes it on the couch. you stare at him with a blank expression, but in reality you can feel the tears welling and the push in your heart. it feels like a million bricks had landed on you.

you only turn around and turn on the ceiling fan, knowing he likes white noise when he calms down. you remember everything about him, especially the times before he would waste away his nights drinking. you only wondered if he remembered the same things about you before you replaced your void with studying.

you can hear his breathing from across the room when you grab a glass of water for him out of the mini fridge. your eyes glance over him and he looks like he’s about to pass out. “no you don’t.”

you slowly lift his hand and place the glass in his hand, he hums, “thanks.” he chugs down the water, almost like he hasn’t drank a drop in years.

routine. this was routine for you.

you thought your paths crossed at the right time two years ago, but maybe you were wrong.

maybe you were so, so wrong.

he looks at you with glossy eyes when you make eye contact again, and you can feel his gaze slipping. you can feel his heart aching in the same way yours does. you can feel the heat of his hand when he hands you the glass back as you place it on the coffee table in front of you. his body was warm, you knew it was from the way his cheeks were flushed and the way he uncomfortably moved around.

“here, let me help.” you cringe past the words and the lump in your throat. you can tell jeno wants to reject, but the fuzz in his brain is too hard to control. he drank too much tonight.

you help him with his clothes so he can cool down, helping him sober up more before heading to bed together. laying next to him never feels the same. he doesn’t hold you when he sleeps anymore, rather facing the bedside table as you face the wall. it was painful. being with him was so painful. so you studied your nights away, hoping one day this phase would end.

you reminisce, unable to sleep well that night. you stare at the wall, your check aching but the tears suppressing themselves. nothing could make this type of pain fade. you wished you could just… leave. why can’t you leave? why is it so important to you that you take care of him? why do you have to care so much for him?

you fell in love with a version of him that no longer existed, and that’s what hurt the most.

you were hoping, just hoping, one day you would get the man you fell in love with back.

“just a phase,” you whisper to yourself quietly as you hear a light snore beside you. “just a phase.”

your back hurts. the seat in this old chair wasn’t helping and the way your eyes slightly crossed out of exhaustion was starting to get to you. you tapped your pencil on your desk in your room, chewing on the bottom of your lip as you tried to focus.

focus on anything but him.

you sigh, dropping your pencil in the crease of your notebook and place your head in your hands. exhausted doesn’t even come close to how you feel. you tap your foot, feeling the anxiety starting to creep up your stomach and make your head even more fuzzy than it was before. you look out the window, your chin resting in your hand. it was late. too late.

you hear the door open, and you jolt in surprise, looking at the doorway of your room. “i didn’t hear you come in.”

jeno sighs, laying down on your bed, “sorry.” his words are slurred again. it sounds unapologetic, just tired. you can feel the anger bubble in your chest, but you supress it. it’ll be worth it all in the end, right? when this is all over? when he’s back to who he used to be?

“can i..” jeno gulps, “can i have a…kiss?”

the tension in the air is thick. you’re unsure when the last time the two of you kissed was. you licked your lips, staring at him. you wanted to, hell you wanted to. but something in your mind told you not to. you didn’t want a drunk kiss. you wanted something real, something meaningful. not a half concious kiss that probably meant nothing. you cherished his kisses now. they were rare when they were sober nowadays.

“no,” you state. you get up from your seat, helping him take his clothes off again as usual, leaving him in boxers. he sighs, probably expecting that answer in the first place. he knows in the back of his mind it was rude asking. he knew the answer, he knew the consequence. but he still tried anyway. why did he still try?

jeno gets under the covers, watching as you grab a bottle of water off the desk and hand it to him. he wonders why you still take care of him. he’ll always wonder. it almost made him tear up at the thought. he chugs the water down just for you, as always. he waits to sober up a little more before laying down completely. this was how it always went, and he was starting to slowly regret all of his decisions up to this point.

you drowned yourself in work and studying, he didn’t feel like he fit in your life the way he was supposed to anymore. once you graduate, will you have any time at all for him? maybe he’s selfish, but he wants you back. he hates getting drunk to drown out his feelings. and you hate studying to drown out your own.

the both of you don’t speak up.

drowning in all of the possibilities if just one of you did, just once.

“i love you, y/n.”

it made your heart twist. you can’t remember the last time you’ve heard him say he loves you. you can’t remember the last time you’ve heard something come out of his mouth that wasn’t slurred. it felt unreal. you closed your eyes, water starting to seep out. was this love, though? is this what love was supposed to be?

you just hush him, watch him relax into a slumber, and lay down next to him that night. you couldn’t find it in yourself to say it back. you weren’t sure if he meant it or not anymore, and that was the scariest part.

the unknown of your own relationship had to be the scariest part.

your energy was slowly draining. you could feel parts of you start to hollow more than before, especially your heart. waking up everyday was serving to be a task, the same way it felt when you took care of jeno every night when he came home. you check the clock, awaiting his presence again.

when you hear the door click open, your body become cold again. the feeling of dread washes over you as you remind yourself this has to just be some kind of phase. this isn’t permanent, right?

“i’m sober.” his voice was gruff, but he didn’t slur. and he didn’t smell of alcohol. you close your books and rush towards him, inspecting him as he patiently waited for you to finish being so surprised. he hated this. he hated that you had to make sure he was actually sober. he hated that he knew he was hurting you. but you hurt him first, as he likes to think.

you became so self absorbed in your work that he felt like he had no other choice. he had to distract himself from the pain of no longer having you by his side like he used to. he had to drink away to sorrow he felt every time you snapped at him and hushed him to be quiet so you could study. he was a burden on your shoulders, but he could never find it in himself to leave you. so, he gets drunk. he drinks his nights away and comes back home to you, enjoying the small moment he gets where you take care of him. he knows it’s not your fault. he knows you’re driven towards your future. he wants to be there for you, but he has no idea how.

he’ll take any attention from you that he can get at this point. getting drunk seems to be the only way how right now.

“you are.” your expression is blank, and you feel confused as to why he didn’t drink that night. where was he? why didn’t he drink?

“yeah.” he breathes, and all you can smell is mint from the gum he was chewing. it smelt different to all the other nights, and you try to bask in it for as long as you can. you’re not sure when the next time you’ll see him sober will be.

“i’m surprised,” you hum. you want to be neutral. but the aching in your chest just doesn’t seem to fade the longer you look at him. you wondered if he was going to finally end everything the two of you worked so hard for all these years. you wondered if this was finally it. if that was why he was finally sober.

“can i kiss you now?”

the question lingers in the air, and a strong part of you desperately wants to resist, but you can’t. you’re not sure when the next time you’ll be able to kiss him sober will be. you wanted to be selfish on your end for once. you wanted to taste his soft lips again. fuck, how you missed him.

grabbing him softly by the back of the neck, you kiss him. and it’s soft, no aggression, no hate, no power behind the kiss. it’s nothing but pure bliss. the world only consisted of you and him. you were starting to remember why you stayed with him so long. you were starting to remember the him you fell in love with.

you could feel tears falling down your cheeks the longer you kissed, and he quickly grabbed your face to wipe away the tears that had fallen. it was sweet, gentle, soft.

it was your boyfriend.

it was the man you fell in love with. even just for the night.

jeno’s been sober for almost a week now. you’re not sure why or what prompted him to be sober. you try your best to make time for him, despite still trying to juggle college exams. you can feel fall coming closer and closer, almost thanksgiving break.

jeno come behind you in the kitchen as you grab a bottle of water, taking a break from studying. you smile to yourself, unable to hide it. you desperately wanted to resist his touch and his advancements, but you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from turning around and giving him a gentle kiss on the lips.

it’s been this way since he’s been sober. you’re afraid of him going back to the way he was. you’re afraid that maybe you’re making all of this up in your head, that this isn’t actually real.

you’re afraid of coming to the realization that this isn’t the jeno you fell in love with either.

the thought makes your heart ache, your whole body threatening to collapse right in front of him. this wasn’t the jeno you fell in love with either. you stare into his dark eyes, and realize that apart of him is still missing. you want to know what it is. you wish you just knew. why can’t things be like a fairytale?

you thought you had gotten him back, but the hollow look in his eyes say otherwise. it was painful. it was hard to comprehend that maybe you were living in a fantasy world, even just for these few days.

you pull away from him, tears threatening to fall, “you’re not you anymore.”

the words hang in the air. it feels tense, and jeno doesn’t deny a single word.

you nod, walking back to your room and sitting at your desk. the work in front of you awaits your company.

you don’t want to believe it. you don’t want to believe what you were seeing. the pain in your chest worsens as you see jeno walk in your room with a bottle of straight vodka. it pains you worse than you thought, even if you were preparing for this day to come again.

you sigh, tears falling from your cheeks before you can even begin to speak, “jeno, i’m so..” you pause, the air getting trapped in your lungs, “I’m done. i’m so tired, jeno.”

jeno doesn’t want to believe what he was hearing at this moment. he wants to believe that you were just physically tired and wanted to go to bed for the night. but he knew, deep down. that wasn’t the case.

“i can’t keep doing this anymore, jeno. i’ve worked so hard to try and give us the life and future we want, but honestly, i don’t think there’s any going back to who we were after this. i really don’t think-”

he kisses you. it’s aggressive and full of passion and before you know it, you’re on your back on your bed, panting as he has your legs spread wide open for him. he looks up at you as he laps at your clit, arms and hands wrapped around your thighs to pull you closer to his mouth as he inserts his tongue, before sucking at your clit with vigor. he can taste your sweet cum as you scream out his name, tugging on his hair and sending shivers down his spine.

“turn around,” he demands, and soon you’re on your hands and knees. you lean down, but he tuts, “i didn’t say you could lean down.” he grabs your hair, pulling you back up on your hands and making you arch your back for him.

when he slides in his cock, it’s like the first time. “so tight and wet, just for me.” he licks his lips, making you moan at the gruff sound of his voice.

immediately, he starts to pound into you, making you scream out his name and clutch the sheets below you. jeno wasn’t someone to really express his emotions all that much, this was the only way he knew how to let out his frustrations. he knew that if he let you continue talking, it wouldn’t have ended the way he wanted it to. he wasn’t ready, he wasn’t prepared.

so he fucks you into oblivion, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. it feels so good that he has you moaning and whining out his name. “gonna cum for me already?” he watches as you nod your head with vigor, “then do it. cum on my cock. cum all over me, baby.”

that’s the only signal you needed to finally cum on his cock, your sweet walls hugging his dick so tightly that he came along with you, filling you up.

he doesn’t want this to end. he doesn’t want to face reality as he slowly lets go of your hair as you plop down onto the bed in exhaustion. he enjoys the quiet for right now. normally he hates the quiet, but if it means you won’t hurt him with your sharp words, he’ll enjoy it. he’ll worship the quiet if it means you don’t break up with him.

“please,” jeno pants, laying beside you, “please wait for me.”

jeno will always wait for you, as long as you wait for him. it’s not easy giving up an addiction. but it’s even harder giving up you.

you don’t say anything, just lay there until you finally fall asleep. he wants to hold you, but he’s not sure if he has the privilege to. he wants to love you the way he used to. he wants things to go back to the way they were. he wants to be able to come home to you sober and feel whole again. he so desperately wants to be your person.

he watches you fall asleep, your breathing even and shallow. he enjoys the soft breaths you let out, admiring you quietly.

“i love you,” jeno whispers into the night, “wait for me, i’ll always wait for you.”

you huff, the air getting colder and colder. it’s finally thanksgiving break and both you and jeno are awkwardly sitting together for dinner. it’s nothing like the way it used to be, and it’s starting to just prove to be more and more painful.

“jeno-“

“no, don’t.” jeno interrupts. he knows what you’re thinking and he knows what you’re going to say. for once, jeno isn’t drunk again and he’s trying his hardest. he’s hoping this break brings the two of you together, but it’s really deeming impossible right now.

it was the most awkward, painful, hollow dinner of your life. “i don’t think this is working, jeno.” your throat closes up on you, and you don’t want to believe what you’re saying either. “i think-“

“no! fuck… no, please.” jeno places his head in his hands, “i’m trying, okay. i’m trying really hard to keep this relationship together and i’m trying-”

“don’t you think i know that? don’t you think i’m trying too?” you narrow your eyes and jeno looks up at you with the same expression.

“by studying? oh yeah, you’re trying real fucking hard.” he huffs, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair like a child.

“and you’re helping by drinking all the fucking time? i do this for our future, for-“

“for us. yeah, i know.” he rolls his eyes, “has it ever crossed your mind that i fucking miss you? that i miss the person you used to be before you absorbed yourself in studying?”

“has it ever occurred to you that i miss the person you were before you started drinking?!” your voice raises and you lean up out of your seat, “look, i’m not innocent. i’m nowhere near innocent. but drinking your life away isn’t going to help our future. i’m studying really fucking hard so we can have the life we always dreamed of. but i guess we can’t have that. not anymore at least.”

you want to cry. but no tears come out and all you can feel is anger bubbling in your chest as you stare at your lover sitting in his seat. he licks his lips, wanting to deny what you were saying. but he can’t. he knows apart of you is right. he knows he shouldn’t have just resorted to drinking in the first place. he should have expressed how he felt, but he didn’t. he trapped it all up, and so did you.

you huff, sitting back down in your seat and closing your eyes. “things will never, ever be the same, jeno. i’m not sure how much longer i can wait for you.”

it breaks his heart to hear you say that. he feels like a cold bucket of water washed over him.

was this really starting to be it?

was this finally over?

nothing was the same. you stopped taking care of him like you used to, and he stopped sleeping in the same bed as you. he slept on the couch most nights now, and you cried yourself to sleep most nights now. you could feel jeno slipping from your grip day by day, and it was becoming more and more heartbreaking.

you truly thought he was the one for you.

whenever one of you cross paths, it’s like being punched in the stomach. your nerves heighten and you feel more and more sad the longer you look at him. all you can think about is what he was like before he started drinking and before you smothered yourself in your studies. how did the two of you become so distant?

when thanksgiving break was over, it almost felt like the two of you were over as well.

it was like living with a stranger.

he wasn’t the person you fell in love with, and neither were you. you reminisce the ghost of him day by day, despite still living with him. you wished things weren’t so complicated and you wished things had a way of working out for the two of you, but you were starting to lose hope.

“is this really worth it?” you ask him, and he stands there, swallowing down before answering cluelessly.

“what is?”

you huff, rolling your eyes, “you know what i’m talking about.” you walk closer to him, “this relationship, jeno. i think both of us have waited long enough.”

he didn’t want to admit you were right. he didn’t want this to end the way it was about to, and he didn’t want you to think the whole relationship was just a waste. he desperately wanted to prove himself, but what was there left to do?

jeno reminisces in the first time meeting you.

“this is stupid, jae.” jeno huffs out a long sigh, the cold air of October becoming apparent.

jaemin smiles softly, “she’s my best friend, jeno. and she’s not that bad looking either.”

“i don’t care how she looks idiot, and i don’t care to meet her either.” jeno waits patiently, and when you finally arrive into the coffee shop, his eyes glow. well, that’s how he would describe it at least. he could literally feel his whole entire body start to warm up at the sight of you.

you were gorgeous to him. in so many different ways, you were just perfect. jeno felt slightly annoyed that jaemin was right for the first time.

“y/n!” jaemin smiles brightly at you, and the smile you give him lights up the whole room. it sounds really cliché in his head, but goddamn it you were absolutely beautiful.

“i’m jeno.” jeno blurts out randomly. your focus goes from jaemin to him, and he feels even warmer inside. the smile on your face brightens and he feels like his breath was taken away.

“y/n.” you hold out your hand, and it was soft compared to his.

jeno can’t even begin to describe the feelings he got the first time he met you. it was like discovering gold. he only hoped to see you more and more after meeting you.

“i wish i could fix this.” jeno says softly.

the first time kissing you.

it was warm, summer finally beginning to cool down at night and making the both of you grateful for it. you look over at jeno, sitting in the sand of the beach.

“it was nice of you and jaemin to pay, i’m sorry i couldn’t really contribute to much.” your voice became softer and softer. jeno was hypnotized.

“of course,” jeno smiles, “this is for you. it’s your celebration on getting into your dream college.”

you smile to yourself, and jeno only wants to kiss you more and more.

“y/n..” jeno says quietly.

the sound of the ocean soothes you, “yes?”

when you look over at him again, you feel lips on yours. your body reacts immediately. your lips are warm and soft, tasting of the coconut chapstick you typically put on. jeno can’t help but react to the way your hand wraps in his hair and the way your fingers tangle themselves in it. he shivers, deepening the kiss.

everything was perfect. the sound of the ocean, the way you kissed him back. jeno wouldn’t trade this for anything else.

not a single thing.

“me too.” you say.

jeno swallows down tears as his eyes start to blur, “i love you. i always will.”

your sorrowful look breaks him apart, “i love you too. always..”

silence. everything turns to silence and it creates a headache in jeno’s head. this was it, wasn’t it?

there was no fixing a broken relationship.

it’s quiet. way too quiet as the clock hits one in the morning. you stare at walls and realize just how real your situation really is.

jeno has finally stopped coming by your apartment.

it’s been a full week since he left without much of a word, and neither of you have spoken a single word to one another. this was the most painful feeling in the world. you couldn’t even bring yourself to study anymore, just laying around doing absolutely nothing.

your life fell into a sad routine. eating was a task, sleeping was difficult, staying awake was miserable.

you wondered when things began to fall apart. was it before you even knew it? was it always too late? was it never the right time to begin with?

you’ll forever have questions. left unanswered.

that’s how it ends.

that’s how the phases finally end.

a/n: extremely short, but this is how i’m deciding to come back.

taglist: @peachjaem00 @jenosbliss

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j0hnj4ej3n · 1 year

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jeno: friends to lovers

Word count: 826

Warnings: none :)

Notes: this is Jeno's part of 'nct dream as love tropes', enjoy!

Both you and Jeno have been in the same friend group since freshman year in college, making this year the third year of you two being friends. You’ve liked him for two years now. But you’ve been too shy to do anything, so you were fine with just staying as friends. Afterall, Jeno isn’t any less shy than you. He was always sweet and attentive, helping his friends silently and not expecting anything in return. He was like the guardian angel of the group, always showing up when someone is in trouble to problem solve or merely be a shoulder to lean on.

Among your friend group, Jeno and you were considered close. It’s not like you two were best friends, but it was always comfortable. You’ve even hung out one on one before, usually to study together or to just go eat together when the others chose to engage in activities too extroverted for the two of you. You try your best to not let your feelings get in the way but it’s so difficult because Jeno was always so sweet to you. He would help you carry your bag if he noticed you carried a lot out that day. Despite being shy, Jeno would offer to order for you because you’ve mentioned once you get nervous when ordering food in public. Once, you were so sick and couldn’t attend classes for almost a week and Jeno took notes for you in the classes you shared without you even asking. But then again, Jeno was always nice to everyone, so what makes you so special?

Little did you know that your crush was not as one-sided as you thought it was. Jeno’s been crushing on you ever since Renjun introduced you to the group. You were cute, always so easy-going even though you were kind of shy. Jeno initially brushed his little crush aside. But overtime, he only grew to really like you. Jeno swears he was trying not to be obvious but Renjun caught on somehow and encouraged him to ask you out. Jeno was quick to shut Renjun’s suggestion down because he didn’t want things to get awkward between the two of you. “I won’t do that” “Why not? I think the two of you would be so cute together” “I really like y/n but I can’t risk our friendship over this. It’s selfish and what if we drift because of it? I don’t want that…”

And Jeno was genuinely fine with never telling you if it means the two of you could remain friends for a long time. All this sweet boy wanted was just to care for you and support you even if it’s just as your friend. Maybe he didn’t know how much he really liked you because why was his entire day ruined from the moment he found out from Jaemin that Yeonjun asked for your number. He couldn’t focus in his classes that day, his mind was filled with all sorts of questions. Did you give Yeonjun your number? Was Yeonjun going to ask you out? Would you say yes? Was this jealousy? He can’t imagine you and Yeonjun together, he doesn’t want to. Jeno thinks he has to do something before it’s too late. It’s the first time the thought of actually confessing to you ever crossed his mind.

So when the two of you met to study that evening, Jeno was oddly quieter than usual and you caught on pretty quick. “Is everything okay? You seem stressed”, yes. Yes he was, stressed over you, over this warm, ugly, tightening feeling in his chest. “It’s nothing,” Jeno replied with a smile, a little too forced. You chuckle because Jeno is so bad at lying and ask him again. “We can talk about it if you want to. What’s stressing you out so much?” “I heard Yeonjun asked for your number”.

Was this what was stressing him out? You were a little taken aback by how straightforward Jeno was being but you replied anyway. “Oh… ya he did” “So, are you going to go out with him?” “Um, I don’t know he hasn’t a-” “Don’t…” Jeno said, just loud enough for you to hear before he continues to look through his notes. “But… why?” Jeno peeks up at you before mumbling something softly, you would have missed it if you weren’t waiting attentively for his reply.

“Because I like you” “Huh?” You heard him. You just weren’t sure if you heard right. Were you dreaming? Jeno likes you back? “Because I like you… so, don’t go out with anyone else…” Jeno likes you back. You know you’re blushing because your neck is warm and your head feels like it’s about to explode. But with every silent second that passes, Jeno contemplates if he should get up and leave and never see you again. “I wouldn’t have gone out with him” “Hm? Why..?” “Because I like you too”.

#nct #nct dream #nct jeno #nct jeno fluff #j0hnj4ej3n

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neophele · 1 year

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Fanfic Clichés with NCT Dream

Pt 1: Mark, Renjun, Jeno

Pt 1 of Little one-shots of fanfic cliches with NCT Dream for valentines <3 sorry they are such wildly different lengths... I don't know what happened when I was writing Marks .... genre: fluff, tropes, cliches

Only One Bed - Mark Lee, 1k

When you and Mark agreed to do your friend a favour and help him move across the country, he’d offered to put you both up in a hotel for a night. It was a sweet gesture, one you hadn’t expected from the slightly bumbling, but definitely well-meaning, younger boy. So, after a long day of hauling boxes into a van, driving in shifts, and hauling boxes up several flights of stairs into the new apartment, you and you both thanked him for the kindness, grateful to not be sleeping on the floor as Jisung would be. Mark offered to drive the last journey of the day to the hotel, lazy silence marking the occasion as you tapped your fingers on the glass of the passenger side, attempting to trace the blur of bright red tail lights and blinking indicators.

“I’m gonna miss him not living next door,” you sighed, lights disappearing as you pull into the car park.

“I know. It’s like our kids are all growing up,” Mark chuckled back, pulling up the handbrake and shaking his head wistfully. Our kids. You mused the phrase. Sharing anything with Mark was a dream, the boy who would always give and never take. Always ready to reduce his half to a quarter, if it made someone else happy. Sharing responsibility for Jisung’s move was even more of a dream. Partially because you’d never thought he’d actually move away

The receptionist presented the first problem.

“The booking is only one room, I’m afraid. We’re all booked up in any case.” Her tired voice gave you no sympathy, handing Mark the keycard and looking at you expectantly, urging you to leave.

“That’s fine, right?” You squeaked, Mark’s warm hand placed on your elbow, drawing you to the elevator, eliciting a pitch you didn’t know was possible.

“If you’re cool with it,” Mark replied, giving you a sympathetic look. He cracked his neck, sighing out at the satisfactory pop. It had been a long day, and there was nothing that seemed better than falling into the confines of a

The room gleefully presented the second problem.

“I can go to the reception and see if we can change rooms?” Mark immediately offered.

“They said they were booked up,” you sighed.

“I can sleep on the floor?”

“No way, you’ve been hauling boxes all day, and you need a good nights sleep to drive back tomorrow.”

Mark’s round eyes shifted, his head turning, meeting your gaze in synchronicity. “So…” he trailed off, two pairs of eyes now trained on the single bed in front of you.

“We can share a bed, we’ve been friends for ages, it’s chill,” you shrug. A cool demeanour hiding a blazing heart, and blushing cheeks as you turn to slip off your shoes, listening to the sound of Mark slipping off his jacket and laying it in the chair on the other side of the room.

The confines of the night presented the third, and final problem.

Sleep wasn’t easy to come by, no matter how much your mind dulled and muscles ached. Something nagged at the back of your mind, a thread ready to be pulled and unravel the blanket covering your psyche. It was mostly Mark you felt sorry for, clearly being startled awake every time you tossed in bed, unable to rest.

“You okay?” He finally spoke, voice gravelly, tired. “I can sleep on the floor, really.”

“No, no, it’s not that.” Chewing your lip, the worry that plagued you was starting to feel tangible. Mark turned over, facing you in the bed. There was still as much space as possible between you, a distance of awkwardness, a line that wasn’t so easily crossed.

“What’s up?”

“I think I’m worried about Jisung,” you breathe out shakily. “It’s stupid I know, he’s grown and all, but… like you said, he’s our kid, I’ve known him forever and now he’s on the other side of the country, living alone.” It’s enough to let tears prick in your eyes, knowing how much you’ll miss your friend, how much you’ll worry about him. And something more, something else.

Mark chuckled lightly, one hand coming up to your face to wipe away the tear slipping down your cheek. “It’s not stupid, god, I’m worried about him too.” A wistful smile spreads across his face, the bright city lights slipping through the curtain just barely illuminating his expression. He sighs. “And I’m gonna miss him too. Now that it’s just us left in town, everyone going their separate ways, it’s… It’s almost too quiet.”

A small sob comes out your mouth, an embarrassingly forward display of emotion provoked by a long day, and even longer year at the thought of going back to a town devoid of yet another familiar face.

“C’mere,” Mark mumbles, arms firmly wrapping you up and pulling you into his chest. Gentle humming and a hand stroking the back of your head calms you down.

“Mark?”

“Yes?”

“Are you going to move away too?” You look up at him, the concern on his face flashing a silent warning across your mind. “I mean, if you want to it’s completely up to you. But you’re just… You’re like my rock, and you have been for so long. I didn’t know what I’d do without everyone, but you’ve always kept me sane. So, I don’t know, just tell me if you plan on moving away, maybe,” you sniff.

“I’m not moving away unless I’m bringing you with me.”

“Really?”

“Really. I could never leave you behind.”

He plants a gentle kiss on the top of your head, drawing you in even closer. Tomorrow, the burning questions of what you mean to him, and what he means to you, will matter. Tomorrow you can worry about untangling your legs, unlacing your fingers, and unclasping your stowed-away feelings. But tonight, you enjoy sharing the bed with Mark, wrapped in his secure embrace.

Cuddling for Warmth - Renjun, 0.6k

A snowstorm in February might not seem unexpected, but somehow it caught you and Renjun by surprise. It was a sudden flurry of freezing air that swept across the roads, barraging the sides of cars and stalling engines, piles of snow already forming on the ground between the cars. In the middle of several lanes of traffic, fully ground to a halt, was definitely not the best place to be.

“These cars aren’t going anywhere, are they?” You murmur, squinting as you try and make out how far ahead the traffic goes.

“Nope,” Renjun shakes his head, popping the ‘p’. “We’re stuck out here.”

“Shit.”

The first two hours were bearable. Turning the engine on for five minutes every half an hour to keep the blood from freezing in your fingertips, idly chatting about anything and everything, catching up on the gossip you might have missed. It was fine – not ideal – but fine. And if there was anyone to be stuck in a car stalled on the highway in a blizzard with, it would be Renjun. He muses, pondering the greying skies and white snow reflecting the moon, poetic melancholy in the driver's seat of a dingy rental.

The third and fourth hours are more difficult. To keep the car battery safe, you forgo turning the engine on and instead dig out the blankets in the boot of the car. You’ve resigned yourselves to chucking peanuts into each other's mouths, as both amusement, and a way to prolong the only food you have with you.

The fifth and sixth hours are hell. Hell if it froze over, at least. The conversation slows to the same pace as the traffic, and your shivering bodies are too cold to give in to the tiredness tugging at your consciousness.

“This is insane, what’s happening?” Renjun groans. The snow has piled up on the windscreen, blocking any view of what’s going on. You’d both given up on opening the door to wipe off the snow and take a peak at the equally annoyed traffic,

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this cold,” you finally say, rubbing your hands together in a fruitless effort to warm them up.

“Do you want my blanket?” Renjun offers, shooting you a concerned look.

A moment of silence fills the frigid air before you have the bravery to say your next thought.

“Can you hug me?”

“What?” Renjun takes a moment to realise what you’re suggesting, a gentle smile replacing the confusion of furrowed brows in an instant. “Oh, yeah, of course. Good idea.” You shuffle back slightly, giving him the space to awkwardly hop over the gears and into the passenger seat with you. It’s complicated, clumsy, and humorous, the two of you unable to suppress the giggles and ‘ouches’ when you knock shins and bump elbows.

Finally, he reaches to the side of the chair and reclines it, pulling you over his chest so you’re no longer pressed up against the door.

“It’s colder next to the door,” he murmurs, protectively pulling the blankets over your shoulders, making sure you are tucked in close to him. It’s marginally warmer with your shared body heat, and infinitely more comforting being held by Renjun.

It makes the next hours much easier. With shared breaths and gently heaving chests, you both slip into the confines of sleep. Somewhere along the way, your hands had found their way into his, holding him softly as the wind howls outside, and somehow, you can’t help but wonder if these grey clouds may have a silver lining after all.

Spin the Bottle - Jeno 0.4k

Stupid, drunk party games were not usually this exciting. Funny – yes. Exciting? That was new.

But, sitting across from a handsome boy with sculpted features, with a strong hand holding a beer bottle, every swig showing off his sharp jawline, his laughter filling the air with sweet density every time he opened his mouth, all you could do was let the eager hope bubble away in your chest.

“Jeno, your turn!” An excited voice on the other side of the circle speaks, someone punching the handsome boys arm.

Jeno, you capture his name in your mind along, with a snapshot of the crescent moon smile that enamours your heart.

With a strong flick of the bottle, it’s spinning, round and round, your eyes following the bottleneck as it makes a circle. Another circle, you hold your breath, watching with blurring vision as it starts to slow down, until finally, it stops.

Your gaze rises, from the sticky floor where the open bottle pointing directly at you lies, to the curious eyes watching with anticipation.

“Oh?” He asks, cocking his head to the side. “I don’t think we’ve met properly,” he extends a hand out to shake yours, an unexpectedly tame gesture for a man you’re supposed to be making out with according to the party-dictated rules.

“Hi,” you take his hand, which is firm and comforting, slightly calloused but not too tight, giving him your name and watching as his eyes twinkle with a mischievous grin.

“This okay?” He mumbles, hand leaving yours to trail up your arm, fingertips ghosting the bare flesh as he leans in closer, reaching across to break the circle to meet your nodding head with his other hand. Gently, too gently, his hand tips your chin slightly, his warm breath fanning your face doing nothing to counter the heat rising in your cheeks.

In a moment, his lips are pressed on yours. Slotting together like a missing puzzle piece, he moves sweetly and tenderly, nothing like what you were expecting from his outer appearance. It’s over all too soon, and an almost silent whimper leaves your lips in tangent with his. It draws a grin from his face as he leans back on his haunches, resuming his place in the circle. You’re blushing profusely – or maybe it’s the alcohol heating up your system – eyes fixed on the enigma grinning back at you.

He ignores the wolf whistles, rising to his feet and downing the rest of his drink.

“I’m gonna grab a refill,” he tips his bottle, nodding towards the kitchen. “Wanna join me?”

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vamp1reflesh · 28 days

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Stage 1 !｡･:*˚:✧｡

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i-luvsang · 2 years

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JENO + APARTMENT + BESTFRIENDS = ...?

for anon ! gn!reader , best friends to lovers , fluff & a bit of hurt / comfort , cw : insecurities about physical appearance, particularly hair

JN : your hair looks nice today! YOU : oh … you really think so? JN : of course! i mean– i, well it always looks good but today it just– looks nice. YOU : thanks, jeno. honestly i wasn’t really feeling great about my hair, or really just … me today. YOU : oh, jeno, don’t frown like that! it’s not that big of a deal. JN : it is, though. it’s a big deal to me. you shouldn’t have to feel insecure, especially not when you’re– well not when you’re as attractive as you are.. YOU : i– thank you … JN : i mean it. i really mean it and i– god i don’t know if this is the right time but … i really, really like you. YOU : jeno, i– JN : you don’t have to say anything, i just wanted– YOU : i like you too. a lot.

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your-world-with-nct · 2 years

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❝ thank you for tuning in to neo city tunes here at 127 FM ! we are currently OFF AIR ❞

now playing :: eighteen inches - lauren alaina, requested by @shining-red-diamond

if you had to describe yourself in a few words, ‘spontaneous’ definitely wouldn’t be one of them. or at least that’s what you would’ve said about six years ago—before you met the man that taught you that there was no reason to be afraid to follow your heart instead of your head every once in a while.

you had always preferred planning every little thing out, from your future career path, what type of house you wanted to live in, to what you were going to wear the next morning or eat for your lunch. but if you had stuck to your strict regime, you wouldn’t be where you were today, with the love of your life, lee jeno.

if you hadn’t forgotten to check your campus’ map ahead of your first day at university and walked into the wrong building, you never would have even crossed paths with him.

if you hadn’t accepted your classmate donghyuck’s last-minute invite to dinner and drinks with his friends, you never would have actually gotten to talk to jeno or gotten his number. well, maybe donghyuck would have given it to you anyway, but that wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t go.

and if you hadn’t said yes to that game of spin the bottle at yangyang’s party, you never would’ve realised how much you loved kissing jeno and how there was no better feeling than his lips on yours.

if you hadn’t rejected your dream job offer to work for jeno’s start-up company after graduation instead, you wouldn’t be here, on a yacht with him, admiring the glistening waters and the beautiful city of seoul under the bright sunbeams.

“darling, look, you can see chairman han’s building from here!” the beloved pet name pulled you out of your reflective state, your eyes landing on your beautiful boyfriend, whose flowing hair and perfectly sculpted side profile reminded you of a protagonist from those romance dramas you loved to binge together.

you made your way over to where jeno stood by the railings, but not before capturing a quick candid picture of him with the wind in his hair and a soft smile gracing his face. note to self, change your wallpaper to that later.

“ooh, i see it!” your gaze followed his outstretched arm and landed at where he was pointing, “do you think if we had binoculars we would see him doing those silly workout videos instead of actually working?”

jeno couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the mental image of one of his industry role models trying to hold a tree pose instead of reviewing materials. “hey,” his giggles had him struggling to even finish his sentence, “i told you that in confidentiality!”

“and? there’s nobody else here to hear about it but us!” you defended yourself, lightly hitting jeno on the arm as his laughter died down.

“fair enough, you’re right,” he jokingly raised his arms in surrender, turning to face you, “plus, i like it like this.”

“like what?”

“y’know, just the two of us.”

you didn’t know if it was jeno’s starry eyes gazing into yours, his hand finding its familiar spot on your waist, or the tender words he uttered in a deep whisper that had your heart practically pounding out of your chest. perhaps, a combination of all three.

at your flustered reaction, the eye smile that you adored so dearly appeared on your lover’s face, “woah, woah, did i just make the y/n all fluttery and nervous?”

“shut up,” you tried to act annoyed at him—him and his stupidly gorgeous smirk—but it was next to impossible as his fingers rhythmically tapped against your side and his beautiful face leaned closer to yours.

“ahhh, i’m sorry, darling,” jeno let out a chuckle, his breath warm on your skin, “you’re just so cute when you’re flustered,” he pressed a light peck on your cheek, and another to your lips after seeing your unsatisfied reaction.

“better?” he asked, wrapping his arms around you to give you a back hug and facing the two of you towards the water.

“almost,” you swivelled back around, cupping jeno’s face in your hands, and connected your lips for a much longer, and much more satisfactory kiss.

“now it’s better,” you mused, content in exacting your ‘revenge’ by making jeno flush a shade of red that was almost identical to the colour of the buoys in the water.

“by the way, love, i’m telling you this in confidentiality…” your hushed tone intrigued jeno, evident from his widened eyes and the way he inched closer to you to hear you better.

“my favourite moments are when it’s just the two of us too,” you beamed at him, a smile that jeno would have described as brighter than the summer sun itself, “i don’t need to go on a fancy yacht or expensive dates to have a good time, all i need is you. i love you, jeno.”

“i love you too, darling,” jeno’s embrace tightened as he uttered the phrase that never failed to make your heart soar. he held you closer to him as the light breeze danced across your skin, afraid that if he let go, he would lose you and everything that he had that felt too good to be true.

the two of you always wondered how you had gotten so lucky with one another and with the life you built together, but honestly that’s all it was. luck. no logical calculations, no strict plans—just a spark between the two of you that drove you to do the things you wanted to.

because when you're young and in love, you might do some things that don't seem very smart, because there’s no greater distance than the eighteen inches from your head to your heart.

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shining-red-diamond · 2 years

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VOGUE Like the Lee’s (Part 1)

Part 2

Words: 3.3k

Pairing: Jeno X Carrie (OC)

Rating: PG-15

Genre: fluff, some angst, suggestive

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, weight loss, body changes, suggestive material, mentions of sex but no smut, people being mean, loss of confidence, some language, partial nudity

A/N: Italics mean they’re speaking Korean

Banner by: @highly-functioning-mitochondria

September 12, 2022

To be the first K-Pop idol to open New York’s Fashion Week was a huge honor for Jeno, especially since it was VOGUE’s 130th anniversary. All of those years of acting in CFs since he was little had now paid off, or at least that’s how Carrie put it. While he had spent the last six years performing as a member of NCT and NCT DREAM, he had a few group modeling gigs with the members for various brands and magazines, but nothing like this. He was excited to walk the runway in one of the biggest fashion capitals of the world, but more so since his beloved wife would be coming along as support.

The first night would be outdoors with a bunch of other celebrities in attendance, and the stylists didn’t hesitate to make Jeno look finer than a piece of museum art. He was given black slacks, a matching blazer, a 14-inch silver chain necklace, and what appeared to be platform boots created by Peter Do, the designer he would be modeling for in the fashion show the following day. He wouldn’t be wearing a shirt, but it would be for a sexier appeal according to the stylists.

“No shirt, Mr. Lee?” Carrie teased as she pokes her head out of the bathroom, flirtatiously biting her lip. “Just a blazer? Stylish, babe, but also tempting.”

She giggles a bit, making Jeno smile as he comes over after taking a few pictures for Instagram, her stylist stepping out of the bathroom to let him in. He loved zipping up Carrie’s dresses for her. It was one of his ways of showing intimate love. She was his most sacred treasure, and he’d die before any other man touched her. Five years since they met, one year since they were married, and four months since Carrie gave birth to their daughter Brigitte; Jeno was still madly in love with her.

His lips kissed her temple, careful not to mess up the work the makeup artist had spent about an hour painting on her face. It was a natural look with the eye makeup making her blue eyes pop and her lips a deep red color. Her fiery red hair was pulled back into low bun with diamond pins decorating it.

“Beautiful,” Jeno whispers after hooking the silver chain necklace on her that matched his. “I think everyone is going to be looking at you more than they will me.”

Carrie felt herself blushing at his compliment. Ever since having the baby, she had lost the extra weight and gone back to her figure, but the pregnancy did change her body such as she had a nice butt and was now wearing C-cups. Had she been taller than her husband, she could model.

The stylists even noticed and made sure she would put her in something that was comfortable but still sexy and glamorous to match Jeno. A black velvet mini-dress hugged her body in all of the right places, a large slit showed off her left leg, and the top of the neckline was off the shoulder, subtle glitter flakes decorating the fabric. Carrie was thankful the dress came with faux sleeves that doubled as fingerless gloves because New York was starting to get cold out. She was also equipped with black skin-tight shorts to prevent any accidents. Her heels weren’t terribly high, so she would be comfortable walking with Jeno and taking pictures at the event.

“Nervous?” Jeno asks, his large hands gently caressing her bare shoulders.

“A little,” Carrie sighs. “I’ve never been to anything like this. Just award shows.”

Despite being an extrovert, having a child also made her a little more nervous about certain things, and she was never an anxious person. It was also her first public appearance in four months, so she wanted to make a good impression. She wasn’t a celebrity by any means but being with Jeno for the last five years meant that his fans knew who she was. Most of the time, they had been very kind to her, but still, she was nervous about all of it.

“Just breathe,” Jeno encourages. “I’ll be by your side the entire time.”

“I know, but I feel the only thing that could calm my nerves is to hold the baby for a minute.” She turns on her phone’s lock screen, revealing a picture of their baby girl dressed in cute fall clothing and sitting by their dog Clover, Brigitte’s little smile identical to her father’s.

“We can call my mom later and check up on her,” he promised as he smiled at his little princess in the photo.

“FaceTime,” Carrie insists as she grabbed her purse. “Also, those shoes can’t be comfortable.”

He shakes his head and scoffs a bit, glancing down at the platform boots he was given to wear. “They’re not.”

One of the stylists pops her head in and announces, “Fashion show people are here.”

The couple exits the bathroom and stands where they’re told to talk to the people who just entered. A woman in her late thirties with long, blonde hair greets them kindly.

“Nice to meet you,” he tells the woman.

“Nice to meet you,” she says with a smile, the interpreter repeating the same phrase.

“I’m Jeno from NCT,” Jeno introduces himself before presenting Carrie. “This is my wife Carrie.”

“Nice to meet you, Carrie,” the woman shakes her hand and smiles.

“Pleased to meet you, too,” she replies, trying not to come off as nervous despite holding on tight to her black Chanel purse.

“You both look amazing. So, for most of it, we’re gonna be taking lots of pictures, and if there’s anyone you wanna meet just tell him.” The woman motions to the interpreter, and he repeats everything to Jeno in his native tongue. She then turns to Carrie. “And if there’s anything you need, just tell us.”

“I’m not going to be in the way, am I?” Carrie asks, her nerves threatening to boil over. Her husband takes note and holds her hand.

“No, of course not,” Blondie, as Carrie nicknamed her, shakes her head in reassurance. “Celebs bring dates to these all the time, and couple pictures are always super cute.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Carrie relaxed a little, but now it was the public who would be seeing her, including Jeno’s fans.

“Alright, you feel good?” Blondie asks the couple.

“Yeah,” they respond.

“You feel good?” she asks the interpreter.

“No, I don’t feel good,” he jokes, making them all laugh.

After she left, it was almost time to head to the show. Stepping into the hallway, Jeno took some more pictures for social media, but he also decided to take a few with his wife. Some were of them linking arms and walking, some were of them posing as models, and some were just of them smiling and goofing with each other.

“I think I left the room key,” Jeno sighs as he takes a few more pictures before they leave.

“I have it, babe,” Carrie reassures as she pats her purse.

…

Scrolling through the pictures as a distraction from her nerves, Jeno talks to the camera for NCT content while in the car headed to the event. She felt the anxiousness rising but seeing her husband’s smiling face kept her relaxed.

“It’s like looking at our wedding pictures,” Jeno comments as he puts an arm around her.

Carrie just smiles as they continue looking through them together. Her family knew she was in New York, and she promised to send pictures. Selecting a few the couple loved the most, she sent them to her mother.

“She’ll see them when she wakes up,” she remembered the time difference from New York to Dublin.

As the car approaches the event, the makeup team quickly gets to work on touching up Jeno’s makeup and even doing the same for Carrie. Peeping out of the window, she could see hundreds of people lined up waiting for Jeno to make his entrance. Her heart was beating out of her chest now, but she needed to remember to breathe. If I just stay near my husband, she thought, I’ll be okay.

The car pulls into the designated spot, and Jeno takes Carrie’s hand into his and kisses it.

“Ready?” he asks as he looks into her eyes.

“Now or never,” she answers.

The door opens, and fans immediately begin screaming in excitement for Jeno while multiple cameras began flashing in every which way. What Carrie wasn’t expecting was fans screaming in excitement for her after Jeno helped her out of the vehicle. It was as if she had returned a war hero, and her confidence began to rise again. Smiling, she linked her arm with her husband’s, and they begin their walk.

If she was ever thankful to have gone to the gym with Jeno, now was the time. Walking the red carpet seemed so easy, but having to move quickly just to get to the runway in heels made Carrie glad she stayed in shape. Her heels were starting to hurt, but she sucked it up for the time being.

The security worked to keep the couple safe and their path clear, which put Carrie’s nerves even more at ease.

At some points, Jeno would take a little time to sign autographs, but he would later apologize for not getting to everyone. His wife would stand patiently and just smile for any fashion photographer there who wanted her picture. She’d be a liar if she said she didn’t like the little bit of attention.

“They love you,” Jeno says with a chuckle as they continue to walk again, his arm around her waist in a protective manner.

“It is a bit of a confidence boost, boyo,” she admits with a giggle.

He approaches one more fan, who squealed upon having a poster signed.

“Carrie, I love your dress,” one girl called out to her.

“Thank you,” she called back before noticing her outfit. “I like your shirt.”

Noticing a few fans filming the interaction of everyone else, she couldn’t help but spot a couple of girls no older than their teens seemingly snickering and looking at her. It was deja vu from primary school, and flashbacks from two girls who were mean to her came back. Even with all of the makeup on her face and the beautiful dress she wore, she felt herself grow meek as a mouse.

“That’s his wife!” Someone scolded the girls, pulling Carrie out of her thoughts. “Go be jealous somewhere else, bitch!”

As Jeno finished the interaction with the fans, Carrie felt her heart sink and her smile disappear as they walked away. While she was thankful for the person who defended her, the fact that two people were hating on her stung. She knew this would happen. Someone was going to have an issue with her for whatever reason, and it somehow stuck with her more than fashion executives wanting her and her husband’s pictures together. Carrie kept her head up as they reached their seats, and meeting some celebrities like Dove Cameron and Sabrina Carpenter distracted her for a bit. However, the venom of a hateful person was still lingering in her mind.

“Are you alright?” Jeno asks, concerned as to why she was suddenly so quiet after the interaction.

“Just overwhelmed, I guess,” she lied, fighting to keep her tears.

Her husband’s last need was to get angry in the middle of something he had to be professional at. However, Jeno knew when Carrie was lying just by the look on the beautiful face he loved so much.

He wraps an arm around her and whispers in her ear, “We’ll talk when we get back to the room.”

She just nods and tries to enjoy the show, but she couldn’t pay attention. She just wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear into her husband’s embrace.

…

Her feet hurt as they made their way back to their hotel room, and she couldn’t wear the heels any longer. The moment they were on the elevator, Carrie immediately pulled her shoes off. She wanted to massage her feet, but she was in a very short dress and didn’t want to expose herself in a semi-public setting.

“I should have brought my flats with me,” she sighs with a whine.

Seeing her in pain, Jeno decides to quickly slip off his blazer and wrap it around her waist, leaving him shirtless with only the chain necklace adorning his neck.

“Babe?” Carrie says, but her husband scoops her up bridal style before she could speak again. Seeing her husband’s bare torso always made her flustered, and she could never get enough of how soft his skin was.

Jeno knew he’d have the stylists in a fit, but he was first and foremost a husband. When Carrie needed him, he always answered. He didn’t care he was shirtless for the time being, he just wanted his wife to be comfortable and cared for.

The closer they got to their room, Carrie fished around in her purse before pulling out the room key and pushing the door open. As soon as she and Jeno are by the bed, he gently lays her down on the mattress and presses a long and loving kiss to her lips.

“That always makes my day better,” she hums with a smile.

She then looks over at the clock. 11:27 PM. Reaching for her phone, Carrie asks, “Can we call your Mum now?”

As much as he wanted to see his precious baby’s face, he wanted to address the situation at the show first. He had overheard a fan scolding someone, and he guessed someone else had hurt Carrie just from seeing her smile disappear right after.

He sits in front of her on the bed and meets her eyes. “We will, but did something happen tonight?”

Carrie didn’t want to talk about it, but keeping her feelings inside would only hurt more.

“I felt so beautiful tonight,” she sighs, her head dropping to where she stared at her phone in her hands, her polished manicure framing the device. “I hadn’t felt that way since our wedding and honeymoon.” Her reddening eyes meet his again. “But what’s the craic in such a big event when you can’t help feeling that someone points out your insecurities.”

Jeno’s theory has true. Someone was rude to her, and he felt guilty for not being more attentive.

“The woman who yelled at someone earlier,” he figures as he hands her a tissue.

“She was defending me from two girls in the crowd,” Carrie corrects with a sniff and takes the tissue. “I don’t know what those girls said, but I don’t want to know.”

Wiping her eyes, she sits up and pulls her knees into her chest. Jeno just pulls her into his lap and gently rocks her. Pulling out his own phone, he opens Spotify and presses play on the playlist he had made for Carrie, the first song being Westlife’s rendition of “Uptown Girl.” He keeps the volume at a level where the other hotel guests aren’t disturbed.

He didn’t always have to say anything. Sometimes, just touching her in some way calmed her and let her know that he would always be her rock.

She presses another kiss to his lips and then scoots off of him and back onto the bed. “And now, we FaceTime your Mum.”

Jeno quickly throws a shirt on before Carrie makes the call to his mother. For the next half hour, the couple speaks to Mrs. Lee as she feeds the four-month-old infant her bottle while a Korean children’s show played in the background. Carrie’s heart yearned to hold her daughter again, Jeno wanting nothing more than to snuggle his precious child the moment they arrived home. Idol life was hectic enough, but Brigitte making her entrance into the world brought a new sense of joy to the young couples’ lives.

After blowing kisses to the smiling infant, Carrie ends the call and sets her phone on the nightstand to charge.

“I’m getting out of this thing,” she announces as she stood up from the bed and reached for the zipper in the back. Her husband beat her to it and slowly unzips the dress, peeling it off of her slim body afterward.

Clad in just her undergarments once removing the skin-tight shorts, Carrie hangs up her dress before heading to the bathroom to let her hair down, remove her makeup and do her skincare. When she’s halfway done, Jeno enters the bathroom and is out of his getup and just in some comfortable boxers while he washes his face. His wife finishes before he does, and she makes her way back out but not before giving him a cozy back hug and kissing the center of his spine.

“Come cuddle when you’re done,” she requests as she starts to remove her bra. Tossing the undergarment into her suitcase, all that remained on her body was her underwear and her wedding ring that sparkled in the dim hotel lighting. She wasn’t in the mood for love-making, but just cuddling with Jeno skin-to-skin was something she loved ever since they were married. The sheets always felt so cool against her skin, and Jeno always provided the warmth she craved, creating the best happy medium for sleeping.

Grabbing her phone again, she sees a text she received from her mom saying how handsome and beautiful they both looked at the event. Carrie thanked her just as Jeno stepped out of the bathroom.

Laying down next to her, he crawls under the covers and cuddles up to Carrie as soon as she sets her phone back down. Facing him in his embrace, she looked deep into those puppy-like eyes.

“I love you so much, Mr. Lee,” she whispers and kisses his lips.

“I love you, too, Mrs. Lee,” he replies with a loving smile.

Lips attaching to each other again, Jeno trails his kisses from her lips down to her neck and breathed in her scent.

“Jeno, I’m tired,” she pushes him off a little. “Plus, you have an early morning.”

“What’s wrong?” he asks, concerned.

Carrie shakes her head reassuringly. “Just not in the mood tonight.”

Caressing her cheek, he brushes her hair behind her ear. Just from her body language, he could tell she was still hurt. It killed him inside knowing she was struggling with being confident in herself.

“It was only two people, anyhow,” she huffs and buries her face in his bare chest.

Lifting her chin to look up at him, he declares, “I don’t care what anyone else that attended had to say. You were the sexiest and most beautiful woman out there tonight. Even if we weren’t married or together, my thoughts wouldn’t change. So, your body’s changed a bit, but that’s okay. It’s because we made the cutest little girl together, which makes me love you even more. If someone has a problem with it, that’s their loss. They don’t know the sweet, gorgeous, and loving woman that you are.”

A smile returns to Carrie’s face as a tear falls down her cheek. “I don’t deserve you,” she sobs a little, wiping her eyes with the bed sheet.

“That’s what I’m supposed to say,” Jeno whines before tickling her, making her burst into the giggles he loved to hear. “There’s that smile.”

“No, you were tickling me,” she denies as she caught her breath.

“But you smiled.”

“Okay, you win. It did make me feel a little bit better.”

After setting his alarm for the next morning and turning out the light, Jeno pulls her in closer and kisses her lips lovingly. When it breaks, his forehead presses against hers as they bask in the blissful dark of the night.

“I love you, my wife,” he whispers as he caressed her in his arms.

“I love you, too, my husband,” she whispered back before falling asleep in his embrace.

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