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the only thing ive done in the past 4 days is work, walk, and watch drag race

ive literally gotten thru 4 episodes 😕 time is insane

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how i feel sleeping over my friends on a school night (we are both Legal Adults)

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hiii leo!! hope you’re doing okay, just wanted to check in on you!! 🤍

hi annaaaa!!! :D ur such a sweetie i love u, but im alright :) schools just kicking my ass rn, i genuinely dont know what i do it for 😞

i hope u had the best day ever today and every day before that and now every day after 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

i love you anna!!!! :P 💛

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clingy boyfriend texts w haechan !

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please do some clingy bf Haechan texts or anything you want (with whiny hyuck cause you left him or you didn’t kiss him) pls I love whiny hyuck 🙏🏻🙏🏻

here u go cutie :3!!!

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clingy boyfriend texts w haechan !

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I know another person has said this, but your theme is to die for! So pretty!

EEEKKK THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!! tysm anon!!!! i love hearing it so idc how many people say it, it just makes me smile harder :DD

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pairing. gn!reader x chenle | genre. enemies to lovers | wc. 1.6k | warnings. none | requested. here

Chenle had never been one to dwell on what-ifs.

He lived life with the confidence of someone who always knew the right thing to say, the perfect quip to lighten the mood or deflect attention. That’s what people liked about him—his charm, his humor, his ability to make you feel like the most important person in the room, even if only for a moment.

But with you, it was different.

From the moment you met, there was something about you that knocked him off balance. It wasn’t just your quick wit or the way you always seemed to see through his playful façade. It was the fire in your eyes, the way you met his banter head-on without ever backing down.

He liked you. He’d liked you from the start.

But when he realized you didn’t feel the same, that your heart was already spoken for, he buried those feelings deep. Better to turn his affection into irritation, to let his frustration fuel the constant sparring that had become the foundation of your relationship.

“Chenle’s staring at you again,” Yeri had whispered once, nudging your side during a group study session.

You didn’t even glance up from your notes. “He’s probably plotting my demise.”

“Or,” she teased, “he’s just obsessed with you.”

You rolled your eyes, dismissing the comment with a wave of your hand. Chenle? Obsessed with you? The idea was laughable.

He’d certainly never shown you anything but aggravation. Every interaction between you was laced with sarcasm and thinly veiled insults. He was the Literature major who mocked your essays, and you were the Toxicology student who criticized his lack of scientific knowledge. It was a game you’d been playing since the first week of university, and neither of you seemed willing to call a truce.

But beneath the barbs and jabs, there was something unspoken, something simmering just beneath the surface.

The shift came after your breakup.

Your ex had been toxic in every sense of the word. Manipulative, controlling, the kind of person who made you doubt your worth even as they claimed to love you. The end had been messy, leaving you raw and guarded.

Chenle knew about it, of course. Everyone in your friend group did. But while the others offered you quiet sympathy or avoided the topic altogether, Chenle treated you the same as always.

Or so it seemed.

The café was loud, filled with the hum of chatter and the clinking of cups. Your group of friends occupied a long table in the corner, half-eaten pastries and abandoned cups of coffee scattered across its surface.

You arrived late, sliding into the seat furthest from Chenle, only for him to notice immediately. “Don’t worry,” he said, raising his coffee cup with a smirk. “I’m not contagious.”

“Shame,” you shot back. “Maybe if you were, people would finally avoid you.”Your friends groaned in unison, half amused, half exasperated.

“Here we go again,” muttered Yeri, shaking her head. “Can you two go one day without trying to kill each other?”

“She started it,” Chenle said defensively, leaning back in his chair. “I’m finishing it,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him. His grin widened. “You wish.”

The meeting went on, but the tension between you and Chenle simmered beneath every conversation. At one point, he made a snide comment about your choice of coffee (“Basic, just like your taste in guys”), and you retaliated with a jab about his lack of emotional depth (“Makes sense, considering you’re incapable of forming meaningful connections”).

Your friends had learned to tune you out by now. After a while, the group began to disperse, one by one heading back to their dorms or classes. Soon, it was just you and Chenle left.

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” you asked, packing up your things. “Why? Am I ruining your day?” he asked, his smirk never wavering. “You ruin everyone’s day,” you snapped.

He chuckled, standing up and leaning on the table between you. “It’s hot when you talk back, you know that?” You froze, your brain short-circuiting for a moment before you glared at him. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Why not? You’re doing it for me.”

“God, you’re insufferable,” you muttered, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Admit it,” he said, following you toward the exit. “You’d miss me if I weren’t around.”

You turned to face him, your annoyance bubbling over. “Not everything is a joke, Chenle.”

“Not everything has to be serious either,” he shot back, his tone sharper now.

“Why do you always do this?” you demanded. “Why do you always push and push until people can’t stand you?” His jaw tightened, the teasing edge in his eyes replaced by something darker. “Maybe I’m not the only one pushing,” he said.

You scoffed, brushing past him. “Whatever. I don’t have time for this.”

“Still not over him?” he asked, his tone cutting as you stopped in your tracks not turning to face him. “None of your business,” you shot back.

“Just saying,” he continued, his smirk unwavering. “Didn’t know you were this pathetic.” The comment stung, but what hurt more was the look in his eyes—like he wanted to take it back but didn’t know how.

You didn’t see the way his hands clenched into fists under the table, or how his smile faltered as you turned away and left.

The tension between you only grew worse after that. Every interaction felt like a battle, each of you throwing verbal punches that landed harder than you intended. Your friends noticed, but no one dared to intervene.

It all came to a head one night at a party. The party was a mistake.

The music was loud, the room packed with people. You’d come with your friends, hoping for a distraction, but the moment you saw Chenle across the room, you knew peace wasn’t in the cards.

He was leaning against the wall, laughing with someone you vaguely recognized. When his gaze landed on you, his smile faltered for a split second before returning, sharper than ever.

You ignored him, heading to the kitchen for a drink. But of course, he followed. “Thirsty?” he asked, his voice dripping with mock concern. “For alcohol, not your company,” you retorted, pouring yourself a drink.

He leaned against the counter, watching you with a smirk. “How’s life post-red flags?” Your grip on the cup tightened. “Toxicology major and still couldn’t see all those red flags?” he pressed, his tone infuriatingly smug.

You turned to him, your eyes blazing as you hissed. “Literature major and still couldn’t write yourself a happy ending?”

The words hung in the air, sharp and cutting.

Chenle’s smirk disappeared, his jaw tightening. “At least I don’t pretend I’m fine when I’m not,” he said, his voice low. Your breath caught, the weight of his words sinking in.

“Go to hell, Chenle,” you said, your voice shaking as you pushed past him.

He caught up with you in the hallway, his hand wrapping around your wrist as he pulled you into an empty room.

“What the hell is your problem?” you demanded, yanking your arm away. “My problem?” he repeated, his voice rising. “You’re the one who keeps acting like you’re untouchable, like nothing can hurt you.”

“Because I don’t have the luxury of falling apart!” you shot back. “Not everyone can just skate through life without consequences.”

“You think I don’t have consequences?” he asked, stepping closer. “You think I don’t feel things?” You laughed bitterly. “Feel what, Chenle? Annoyance? Pride? What could you possibly care about besides yourself?”

“You,” he said, the word exploding out of him like a confession. The room went silent, the air thick with unspoken tension. “What?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“All I want,” he said, his voice shaking with frustration, “is for you to look at me the way you look at them. The way you looked at him.” Your heart raced, his words cutting through every wall you’d built around yourself.

You looked away trying to protect those walls from breaking, nibbling down on your bottom lip as you tried to speak “Chenle—”

“If you bite your lip one more time,” he interrupted, his voice low and dangerous, “I’m going to do it for you.” Your breath caught, the electricity between you crackling like a live wire. “Then do it,” you whispered, the challenge slipping out before you could stop it.

He didn’t hesitate.

Chenle closed the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was raw, desperate, filled with all the frustration and longing you’d both been too afraid to acknowledge.

His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer as you tangled your fingers in his hair, each of you pouring months of pent-up emotion into the kiss. His touch was soft unlike the way he kissed you — rough.

And when you finally pulled apart, your foreheads pressed together, the air between you felt charged, like the calm after a storm.

“This doesn’t change anything,” you said, your voice trembling. “Maybe not,” he replied, his lips brushing against yours again. “But it’s a start.”

The tension between you didn’t disappear after that night, but it shifted.

Your arguments were just as sharp, your banter just as biting. But there was something different now—an undercurrent of something deeper, something neither of you could put into words.

And as much as you hated to admit it, you didn’t want it to go away.

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Okay wow your theme is everything

AHH OMG THANK UU dont even say that to me i WILL have to kiss u 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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jisung would be such a clingy bf behind closed doors ik it. He’s also the type to have hands always on u in public (on ur waist, neck, hands etc) he’s so dizzying 😣

this made my heart ache cause it’s the truth!!

jisung’s shy, extra shy when you first started dating. he’d feel guilty about being seen with you in front of his members, thinking about their teasing and how it’d freak him out.

when you two first met, his ears and cheeks would turn a deep shade of red every single time the boys mentioned you, and how cute and adorable you two would look together.

he’d defend himself and protest on how he doesn’t like you that way, how you’re still getting to know each other and etc.. and when the dating news came out? god, the comments were just so much that he swore he couldn’t handle it.

ᡣ𐭩 you’d be sitting with the other members, having dinner together. jisung is sat beside you, and although he’s focused on the conversation, he’s also very much focused on you.

hand gently and nonchalantly resting on your thigh, fingers touching, rubbing softly on your skin. and he’s protective, wants to make you feel safe at every moment, make you feel his. you’re his.

jisung would hold your hand under the table, rubbing his thumb on your own hand. leaning closer to you when no one’s noticing to whisper an almost inaudible, “did you eat well? are you tired?” and you’d just smile at him after responding, kissing his cheek. and in that moment, everyone else in the room seemed to disappear. it was just the two of you in your own world again.

ᡣ𐭩 when you’re walking in public, he makes total sure to hold you close to him, hand always securing a firm but gentle hold on the small of your back and waist. wanting just to raise everyone’s awareness that you’re his girl.

ᡣ𐭩 hanging out with your boyfriend’s friends at the dorms, you’re sitting on the couch with him, the subtle hot touch of his arms around your waist. there was always a moment when he’d feel you getting clingier to him, and he’d fight the urge to kiss you so passionately in front of the boys.

“ji.” you’d call him, whispering in his ear while your arms are hanging lazily on his chest and neck.

he looks at you with sleepy, tired eyes, grabbing your hand and when everyone’s distracted, he’d lead you to his room. and this happens so often that the members don’t even question your absence anymore. they know you two need to have your moment in private, when you (him mostly) can be super touchy and loving.

jisung kisses you slowly, one giant hand cupping your jaw and cheek, the other caressing your hips. soft giggles escaping his mouth between the kiss, before he makes his way to press his wet lips on your cheek, nose, neck. and so it goes.

y’all are a giggling and smooching cute mess.!!

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hi!! i was wonderint what app u use to write ur texting stories ^^ ive been rlly wanting to start making smau's!!!

omg hai!!! i use memi message but im telling u rn that app crashes like Crazy it takes so much patience to use 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i bet ur smaus will be so super duper good i cant wait to read!!!!

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boyfriend texts w renjun !

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boyfriend texts w renjun !

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renjun insta post today...expect things...

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I love your theme so much!! where are these pictures from?

hii tysm!!! my banner is from @/aattixus on pinterest, the pics of haechan and ji are from the tds3 finale in seoul im pretttyy sure :P

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i.. see an instagram link and.. would it be okay to follow you ? :3

omg....it would be...a freaking honor :3

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Can you write whiny boyfriend Haechan cause you won’t kiss and cuddle him cause your busy please?

A/N : thank you for requesting this!! sorry this is so small, i didn't know what else to add . i hope you still enjoy !

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"baby.." you hear your boyfriend, haechan whining beside you as you're on your phone scrolling through the internet to help you with your course work. you hum in response and he just whined once again.

"why won't you kiss me? promise just one and i'll stop whining.." he murmured as you chuckle, you knew him all too well and that would the kiss would lead to other things. "i'm busy, love, wait until i've finished.. it won't take more than half an hour."

"half an hour is too long without you in my arms, your lips on mine.. come on.." haechan pleaded with you and you couldn't say no to the way he was gazing at you with his puppy eyes. you sigh, "fine but i'm going straight back to studying after i take a little break - okay?"

you saw the smile appearing on the boys face and he nodded, "okay!" he grinned and pulled you into his arms, smothering you in kisses everywhere.