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get you alone | ljn ( m )
ideally, jeno should have his hands full with teaching. (un)fortunately, he only seems to have his head full of you.
pairing: tutor!jeno x reader verse: college au rating: r ( minors, do not interact! ) warnings & tags: jeno is a college algebra math tutor & reader is failing, written in lapslock, not betaâd in any shape or form so please excuse mistakes, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks), piv, oral (f!receiving), use of pet names (kitten, angel, sweetheart), praise, reader calls jeno âsunbaeâ until she doesnât, size kink i guess if u squint! word count: 8.5k
a/n : actually this was written for a different fandom but iâve decided to make it a jeno fic bc idk why not! first time writing in a different perspective so itâs a bit odd for me & i can't say i fw with this style nor am i particularly proud of this fic but she is ... sumn! also i fear i have a thing for the math tutor trope but thatâs neither here nor there AHA enjoy !!Â
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there wasnât anything special about your case; at least, thatâs what jeno had thought when he picked up your request before he met you. before he met you, you were just another student trying to demystify the painfully enigmatic art of getting through college algebra. before he met you, he had already tagged this case as another charity stint â a good way to get brownie points with the deanâs office and the mathematics and natural sciences department. in fact, thinking of all his tutoring cases as community service made them somewhat palatable, if not a little forgettable. he was quite sure, at the time, that youâd be in and out â both of the tutoring center and his memory. such was the case with most of his other tutees, anyway.Â
he hadnât expected you to be⌠well, you â a pretty little thing, with your sweet smile and your wide doe eyes. on the first day, youâd stood out; youâd arrived at the tutoring centerâs lobby in a short dress, knit cardigan, and coquettish makeup, as if every fiber of your being were bidding the spring a solid farewell. multiple heads had turned, including his, as you came up to the front desk and asked for one lee jeno for college algebra. you were eager for summer, jeno had learned as you broke the ice little by little, in part because you looked forward to visiting okinawa with your family, but also because you were eager to get your first semester out of the way. that much, you had in common with most of his other students â almost all of the ones seeking help in college algebra only took it as a depressing core requirement of whatever degree they were doing. you, specifically, were focusing on fashion design; that very vividly explained your attention to your looks. this mathematics class was a thorn in your side, a mandatory thing that was simply supposed to get you through later business-oriented classes in your degree program. for jeno, however, college algebra had become the perfect excuse from the moment heâd laid eyes on you.Â
the more time he spends with you, the more he thinks youâre exactly his taste. it starts off with little things he finds attractive, things he picks up while heâs watching you fill out the practice sheets heâs prepared for you on quadratic equations or while trying to get you to understand logarithms â your neat, tiny handwriting, almost like print; your habit of boxing your final answers in firm strokes, even if theyâre hopelessly wrong; your colored tabs, cascading down the page side of your textbook. but as the weeks wear on, he sees all the little things in between â the way your long eyelashes quiver when you stop and close your eyes as you think for the answer, the upturn of your plush lips when you have the same answer on the practice sheet as he does, the deepening of your artificial blush with a natural hue when you realize you donât know the answers to his gentle questions. he notices that you refuse to wear anything longer than a knee-length skirt despite the still-strong winds, notices that your tiny palms are always smooth and pink, that your hair always smells of coconut milk. these are things he canât help but jot down in his memory â that was exactly what you were, after all: memorable.Â
and the more he remembers about you, the more jeno wants you. yet heâs never made a move, never given so much as a hint of his interest, not only because there are prying eyes all around the building but also because you have never so much as shown a smidge of desire back. in fact, he has to wonder if youâve ever thought of him in a different capacity â not as a tutor, but as a man. if you have, youâve never made that obvious; you always talk to him respectfully, the little wall youâve erected between the both of you remaining steady, and you never let your eyes linger on his face for longer than it takes for him to explain what you donât know. jeno has had his fair share of female students, and in all of them, heâs seen the same kind of hunger â to few, heâs catered to their whims, if only to pass the time, if only for his own benefit. but you, with your ribbons in your hair and your sweet, sweet mouth, have never once shown that same kind of desire.Â
he doesnât know if it frustrates him, but he does know one thing â it makes him want you all the more.Â
he wants you even now, as you sit across from him, dolled up as usual. even now, as your eyes take on a glassy sheen of defeat, your cheeks puffing out in the way that tells him youâre admonishing yourself once again, he craves you â maddeningly so. and he realizes that it doesnât really matter if you're not the one to fall first, as long as he can still have you.Â
âtime out,â you beg, your fingers meeting the palm of your hand to signal a break. âmy brain feels like itâs going to explode.â
âyou just had a break ten minutes ago,â jeno reminds you, though thereâs a lighthearted amusement to his voice that makes you smile sheepishly. âat this rate, youâll be on more breaks than youâll be taking the time to actually learn.â
âiâm trying,â you groan, your fingers curling against your forehead as you bump your head against your fist. âi just donât think iâm cut out for this polynomial whatever â trial and error bullshit.âÂ
âyouâll hate me for saying this â but youâll never know unless you keep trying.âÂ
âfunny.â your sigh rustles the papers in front of you gently. âhow do you do it, sunbae?â
âhm?âÂ
âyouâre not only good at this stuff, but youâre so good youâre able to take the time to teach people like me.âÂ
âstrengths and weaknesses â itâs the natural way of the world.â jeno smiles gently at you, and he notes how his chest feels tighter when you return the sentiment shyly. âi could never do what youâre doing in your own degree, try as i might. anyway, youâll get there. i wonât let you become my first ever failed project, you know.â
âi wouldnât want to let you down either, sunbae, butââ the back end of your pencil taps lightly against the surface of the table. âit just feels hopeless. i canât focus on anything. itâs so⌠so abstract, and everyone here is talking all at once, and i donât even know what iâm ever going to get out of this class in the long run.âÂ
even when youâre dejected, you look pretty; your bottom lip juts out naturally when you whine like this, and for a moment, jeno canât say anything in response. heâs too busy wondering what your mouth would feel like on his â on him. when he snaps himself out of his brief reverie, he notices youâre looking around at everyone else â and he has to agree that with the noise level in this whole building, it isnât the most conducive site for learning, especially when the learner is already so averse to the subject matter.
âi canât help much in the way of it being too abstract,â he says kindly. âbut itâs not a requirement for us to have our sessions here. i know it can be quite distracting, all these voices flying around, so why donât you look for a place that better suits you, and we can start meeting there instead? the more comfortable you are in your environment, the better youâll be able to absorb the material, iâm sure.âÂ
âyou think?â your pencil comes to a slow halt as you refocus on him, a thoughtful light glimmering behind your gaze. âyeah â yeah, i actually wouldnât mind that. then, iâll look for a different place for us to meet, and we can start there next week. how does that sound?â
âwhatever suits you suits me,â he responds easily.Â
he lowers his gaze immediately after you flash him a blinding grin; there are far too many people here, as you both very well know, and if he keeps looking at you and your pretty little expressions any longer, he might just give them something to actually look at.Â
it had been your idea, not his, so why did jeno feel like heâd dragged you into a compromising situation?
youâd texted him over the weekend that your search for a new venue had been absolutely fruitless; every cafe and study space youâd been to was either too expensive or equally as packed with people, if not both. jeno had seen the preview to your message, but he hadnât been prepared for what it read out in full when heâd actually opened it.Â
sunbae, would it be too difficult to just meet at my apartment? i attached a map, so let me know!
it wouldnât be too difficult; logistics-wise, it was walking distance from campus and almost directly across the train station he takes home. it also definitely promised an environment you were comfortable in, and you wouldnât have to worry about excess noise from any other tutoring groups. no, the difficulty really only lied in himself â you two, all alone, would certainly mean his mind would be up to no good for the two hours every monday, wednesday, and thursday you would be together.Â
but for your sake, heâd try to rein it in, with the operative word being try.Â
your place is as neat and as pretty as you are; he doesnât know if youâve cleaned up for him, or if youâre naturally this organized, but he likes it all the same. it smells of toasted marshmallow and expensive perfume, and all your furniture matches. jeno supposes he likes that in a woman â someone able to care for herself, someone who cares about herself. and youâre always just as neat and pretty to match, with your hair always styled sweetly, your makeup always enhancing your features.Â
the problem is that now that heâs in here, where you live, and where you spend most of your time, jenoâs mind seems to wander too much towards thoughts about what you do in private. he rejects studying on the couch, not just because itâs bad for posture and concentration but also because he canât help but imagine you pressed into the cushions by his hand. he suggests the small dining table you have, but on the second meeting at your place, he starts thinking about what you might look like seated on the table, your ass hanging over the edge and his face buried between your thighs. whenever you look up to ask him something, he drinks in your lovely, made-up face again, and starts wondering what your makeup would look like ruined before he interrupts that trainwreck of a thought with the answer to your question.Â
by the end of the week, jenoâs defenses are all but shot, and he realizes that this situation might be optimal for you, but it definitely isnât doing him and his now constantly straining cock any great favors.Â
he supposes that your performance has somewhat improved; youâre less likely to trail off when youâre thinking and can actually do practice sets for a lot longer without all the noise and hubbub around you. your only real hindrance is yourself and your frustration; you have a habit of giving into your carelessness that sends you spiraling into despair, and it doesnât help that when you press your cheek against the surface of your dining table and whine, the comfort jeno offers is noticeably delayed because heâs too busy thinking about his cock between your lips.Â
âmy dadâs going to kill me if i fail this midterm,â you grumble, stabbing the practice sheet with your pencil; it skids sideways, and jeno robotically fixes it back into proper alignment for you, careful not to brush against the arm thatâs folded inwards, supporting your chin. âhe only agreed to let me take this degree because of the business aspect of it. as if iâll need to know aboutââ you check the header of the worksheet. âdomain and range when iâm doing actual design work.â
âyouâll never know what might be useful later on in life. i definitely thought this was nonsense back in high school â and then i got this job.âÂ
âand now youâre rolling in dough?â you smile slightly. jeno chuckles.Â
âiâm a long way away from having myself a scrooge mcduck golden pool, but i make enough to get by very comfortably, thanks to this.âÂ
âthanks to me, you mean.â
âyouâre not my only student,â he snorts, pinching your elbow; you cry out exaggeratedly. âfocus up. the hourâs almost over, and you should have finished with this much earlier.â
âcan you leave it as homework?â
ânot a chance.â
you blow out a sharp puff of air. âmy mom used to do this thing where sheâd give me rewards if i did well with my homework. i wish iâd still get something out of this.âÂ
âwhat kind of rewards did she give you?âÂ
âchocolates â candy, or sometimes weâd go out for milk tea together, if i did a particularly good job.â
âthis is math tutoring, not a trip to the dentist,â jeno says, amused.Â
âa trip to the dentist would be more enjoyable,â you mutter under your breath, picking up your pencil and doodling an angry face next to the number youâre only halfway through solving. âthis totally blows.âÂ
âtry to finish this before the hourâs up, and iâll see if i can get you something nice. out of my own paycheck,â he stresses, prodding at your cheek to shift your attention back to the paper. he doesnât miss the fact that your eyes light up, childish as the promise is.Â
he doesnât know if thatâs really what motivates you, but you do manage to finish the worksheet with a few minutes to spare before the clock hits seven, and that earns you some light, solo applause. it isnât much by way of true praise, but you flush with pride all the same. jeno packs his things in silence as you get yourself a glass of water, and you see him to the door. only there does he notice your eager eyes, your expectant smile.Â
âwhatâs going through that pretty little head of yours?â
âare you really going to give me a reward? i did great today, you know,â you respond bluntly.Â
âyou were serious about that?â he laughs.Â
âabsolutely. i earned it.â you raise a slim finger, wagging it in his face. he trails it with his gaze, no shortage of amusement in his eyes. ânext monday, i want something sweet.â
jeno takes in the sight of you, keeping your door open with your hip; he wonders if you know what youâre doing to him, what youâre asking of him â if you even know thereâs nothing that could possibly be sweeter than you at this very moment. he drinks in the sight of your feigned haughty expression on your pretty features, the unnervingly low dip of your tank top, the tempting hemline of your shorts, and feels like you must be aware of what heâs going to do next.Â
âif itâs something sweet you want, you donât have to wait until next week.âÂ
he does it before he can think it through â surely, thereâs nothing too harmful about a quick kiss? he angles your chin upward with his thumb and forefinger before you can even react to his words, and he tastes you like that for the first time. youâre just as soft and as sweet as heâd imagined, if not more so.Â
when jeno pulls away, you step back; thereâs shock written all over your face, your mouth still hanging open slightly. your voice is gentle, shaky when you start speaking.Â
âsunbae, whaââ
âsee you next week. rest up over the weekend, or thereâll be consequences.âÂ
he finds it easy to joke with you now, even after what heâs done â finds it easy to wave goodbye with nonchalance as he walks to the elevator, now that heâs gotten one thing out of his system. the look on your face, the growing blush across the bridge of your nose and your temples is indication enough for jeno to feel confident â if you hadnât thought about him that way before, you were sure to spend the next few days doing exactly that.Â
itâs exactly a week before your midterm exam, and jeno notices youâre less than focused.Â
heâd let you stew over the weekend, not expecting much by way of communication; indeed, his phone hadnât once been jostled by your texts. heâd taken that silence to assume that youâd been wrapped up in thoughts of the kiss heâd left you with, and you did not disappoint on that front; the next monday saw you fidgety, flushed, and constantly faltering in your words. you asked less questions, which normally indicated a problem, but today, heâd let it slide; you definitely had a little too much on that pretty little brain of yours.Â
he notices youâre still dolled up â your eyelids are shimmery, and your lips are glossy; youâre wearing a tennis skirt that hits all the right buttons for him, too. itâs true that youâre always pretty well-dressed and put together, but today somehow feels different. if before, jeno had always seen you dressed up simply to look good, today it feels a little more like youâre dressed up to look good for him. he knows itâs a little bit egotistical to assume as much, but he also doesnât miss the side glances you throw at him when you think heâs not looking at you answering your textbook or the way your cheeks glow when you make the slightest bit of eye contact.Â
still, you try to focus as much as you can; itâs adorable, in fact, to see all your valiant efforts to appear unperturbed. he figures heâll play along for as long as you will â what matters to him, after all, is that youâre in the game to begin with. you complain less today, focus on your worksheets, and jeno even manages to witness the sight of your forehead creasing up as you concentrate on a particularly difficult item. youâre adorable, in the kind of way that makes him want to pin you down and have his way with you.Â
you finish your work without a fuss today; you only actually asked for his help twice, which was a feat in and of itself. and again, when the session is over, you walk him to the door.
this time, when you linger, he waits; youâre clearly not good at hiding your true intentions, as itâs become clear you have something you want to say. as you try to piece your thoughts together, jeno reaches into his backpackâs front pocket and extracts todayâs gift â an actual chocolate bar, albeit a rather run of the mill one.Â
âwhatâs this?â you ask, your thought process clearly derailed as confusion takes over your features.Â
âyour reward. for a good job last week and today â you said you wanted one, didnât you?âÂ
âbut i thoughtââ you stop yourself, your mouth opening and closing, suddenly wordless. jeno grins.Â
ânot good enough? i picked that up from a convenience store on my way here, so it definitely isnât anything special, but i thought it would at least be a good motivator.â
youâre turning red, and thereâs turmoil in your eyes â he enjoys this, he realizes, the way he flusters you. if he had known this would be the result, he would have made a move much sooner. you shift your weight from one foot to the other, back and forth, obviously weighing out your options too. finally, you say, âalright.â
âyou seem disappointed.â
âiâm not.â
âiâll get you a better brand next time, if you really donât like it.âÂ
âitâs not that.â
âso what is it?â he doesnât expect you to say it, and you donât defy expectations; your bottom lip just quivers, and jeno chuckles low under his breath, stepping forward just past your doorway, just a little bit closer to you. âdonât tell me you wanted something completely different?â
you donât say so, but he knows; he can tell by the way you tilt your head back, the way your lips part slightly, the gloss still trailing along the seam. he can tell by the way your torso arches just a little bit closer, almost like an accident. he can tell by the way your eyes bore into his, almost pleading.Â
âwhat you did last weekâŚâ you start, but your voice trails off into nothing soon after. he chuckles again.
âah, that. i might have gotten ahead of myself.âÂ
âwas that all?â you press.
âand what would you do, if it wasnât?â
âwell â do you always like to play games?â
âi have a penchant for playing with my food before i eat it, if that answers your question.â he smiles down at your still-reddening face. âi was giving you a reward, as you wanted. i came up short on options then and there. youâll let it slide this once, wonât you?â
âyou did that just because i did well last week?â
âof course.â
âwell, i did well today, too.âÂ
âyou did, and thatâs why you have this.â he gestures to the chocolate bar in your hand.Â
âi donât want this.â your voice is stubborn now, heated and frustrated, and you stuff the chocolate back into his hand. you must not like having to ask for something so blatantly â itâs too bad jeno wants to hear it in those exact words.Â
âtell me what you really want, then.âÂ
youâre still unable to find the words, but your hands do the talking for you; they press into his shoulders and give you leverage to tiptoe until youâre just close enough to his lips. but you donât close that gap, your mouth quivering only inches away from his, and oh, jeno wants to toy with you, but youâre just too irresistible this close to him. his warm palms press against your jaw, keeping your face steady as he closes the gap, and this time, he doesnât just get a brief taste of you â jeno claims your lips with the thirst of a man whoâs stumbled upon an oasis in the desert.Â
you must have thought about this moment long and hard over the weekend, because the nonchalant side of you thatâs turned a blind eye to him is completely gone; he drinks in your soft noises and short, breathless gasps â all signs of your eagerness â until heâs drunk on the taste of you. the deeper the kiss gets, the less you can keep up, but you try, and jeno always likes rewarding your efforts, his wide tongue taut and flush against your tiny one in the sweet, warm cavern of your mouth. he licks every inch of it, leaves the mild nicotine taste of himself there, before he pulls away slowly. your eyes are still closed when he creates distance, fluttering open in a happy haze a few seconds later.Â
âgood enough for you?â he murmurs, tucking a soft lock of hair behind your ear. you hum in assent through your dazed smile, and jeno knows he wonât be the only one looking forward to this coming wednesday.
youâd done really well today.
jenoâs proud of you â prouder than heâs been of most of his students in his career here at the university, actually. youâd finally answered a worksheet almost perfectly, save for a couple of numbers where youâd forgotten to round up, and those things are absolutely negligible at this point (by his books, anyway). youâve been on your best behavior yet, avoiding all forms of complaint, and he knows fully well why, but he wonât criticize you for your hard work all the same, no matter the motivation behind it.Â
in fact, youâve done so good that he doesnât wait until heâs about to leave to give you your sweet reward â which is why, twenty minutes before heâs meant to go, heâs got you on your couch, your legs spread, each one hooked over his shoulders.Â
truth be told, youâd been good way before the lesson had started; youâd answered the door in a crop top and the tiniest pair of shorts youâve dared to wear yet â all clothes that you couldnât yet wear outside yet, given the weather. selfishly, jeno is thankful for this fact, and if he had to list down other things heâs thankful for, just off the top of his head, itâs that you no longer meet in the tutoring center and that your apartmentâs walls seem thick and well-reinforced.Â
âsunbae, donât tease me.â your silly little whining voice makes its first appearance of the day, but all jeno does is smile â itâs an almost wicked expression, set firmly between your thighs. âyou said i did really well today. donât tell me youâre backing out on rewarding me?â
ânot at all, sweetheart,â he hums, pressing a small kiss to your inner thigh. he likes seeing you shiver at the contact, likes the way youâre chewing on your lip in what appears to be slight agitation. âjust thinking of how much of a reward you deserve.âÂ
in all honesty, jeno would like to take every bit of you now; youâre already so ready for him, anyway. he can smell the faint perfume of your arousal, can see the way youâre anticipating the most from him, and a part of him doesnât want to deny you of that. the larger part of him has dreamed of burying his cock into you, anyway, and why wouldnât he do that? but something also tells him to wait â or, rather, to make you wait, to make you want him just a little more.Â
and so, he decides.
his mouth finds your skin again, pressing kisses up your thigh; they get wetter, hotter as his mouth moves up, until his nose and lips are buried against your clothed core. you squirm in response, but his grip on your thighs keeps you relatively steady, even as his tongue presses against thin fabric. the wet muscle pushes sharp against your tiny entrance, the tip meeting slight resistance against your shorts and panties, but he finds a way, burying half his tongue in alongside damp cloth.Â
youâre already wet like this, and so needy that it might be possible for jeno to get you off just like this, still clothed, but the hunger in him spikes once you call out to him.Â
âsunbae, pleaseâŚâ
with a groan, his fingers yank the fabric aside, exposing your pussy to the warmth of his breathing. itâs as pink, as pretty, as tiny as the rest of you, as fuckable as heâd imagined it would be, and he wastes no time in pressing his tongue flat against your folds, dragging it up in a wide, messy stripe; the muscle only tenses when it bumps against your clit, his tongue flicking upwards to tease it.Â
youâre so reactive, even at the slightest things â you whimper, you squeeze your eyes shut, you squirm. youâre begging to be fucked, and jenoâs cock is strained tight against his jeans, but your taste is so addicting that he canât help but dive back in. his tongue eases between your folds now, spreading them apart until theyâre lewd and sticky with his saliva, and the nub of your clit has grown so pronounced now â so pert and lovely that he canât help but purse his lips around it and suck with excess force.Â
âsunbae â fâfuck,â you mewl; you almost sound tearful. âfâfeels so goodâŚâ
jeno wants to tell you how fucking good you taste, how beautiful the sounds youâre making are, but his mouth is too busy; his teeth rake down your cunt lightly, earning him a jerk of your hips, and he has to place pressure down on your thighs again to make sure youâre still enough for him to slip his tongue into your cunt.Â
he can tell even just by that how tight youâd be around him; your walls are warm around his tongue, and thereâs a pressure against the muscle that tells him how good itâd feel for his cock to take its place. as if to simulate his desires, he presses his tongue deeper in, fucks you shallowly with its wetness until your whimpers become little sobs, broken and choked back. his thumb drags across your slit then settles against your clit, and he can feel the thrum of your pulse against the pad of his finger, beckoning him. he complies, easily, thumb tracing circles around the nub that start off slow, only for him to ramp up the pace alongside his tongue.Â
youâre easily at fault for that; the way you whine for him, call him sunbae, tell him how good it feels over and over â why wouldnât he want more of you?Â
heâs not sure which of you really earns the sweet reward today; you cum on his tongue, your cunt trembling against his mouth and your fingers threaded into his hair, but heâs the one who comes out licking his lips like heâs had the best treat of his damn life.
come the middle of next week, jeno finds himself face to face with a test paper â one already clearly marked, with a number circled on the top-right corner. ninety. a stellar grade for anyone, and especially for you.Â
you know it, and you look absolutely triumphant; youâre practically shining as you perch on your little dining table, your perfectly manicured finger jabbing at the score in emphasis.Â
âflying colors, wouldnât you say?âÂ
âcolor me impressed,â jeno replies smoothly, a genuine smile of pride tugging at his lips; he turns the page over, scanning your responses. you still draw your parabolas a little on the small side, making them a bit difficult to discern, and youâve still got the habit of not rounding your answers up, but this is tremendous work, and heâll be the first to praise you for it. âyour dad must be filled to the brim with joy now, right?â
âi havenât told him yet. you were the first.â
âwell, iâm proud of you, sweetheart.âÂ
âproud enough to give me a reward?âÂ
he looks down at you in feigned thoughtfulness. here you sit, back in your little tennis skirt, looking up at him with hopeful eyes under those long, curled lashes. for someone who spent the first half of this semester acting ostensibly nonchalant, youâd very easily shown your true colors soon after â not that he really minds. in fact, heâs taken a decided kind of liking to how eager and willing youâve come to be.Â
âweâve only just started our session, though,â he hums out, an idle thumb grazing his chin as he watches your expression turn from bright to cloudy, the beginnings of strategy darkening your gaze. itâs not like he wants to say no; he has no real intention to. but seeing you squirm in want makes him feel good about his decision to hold out a little longer â never mind the ache in his cock even then. âdonât we usually leave the rewards for a later time?âÂ
âi was thinking â since itâs the start of a new lesson ââÂ
âwe wouldnât want you falling behind from the start, would we?â
âi promise i wonât,â you pout. âi promise iâll put in my best effort next time.âÂ
ânext time? sweetheart, donât tell me youâre thinking to get off scot-free todayâŚâ jeno trails off, his hand falling to the nearest surface it can reach â which, logic seems to dictate, is your soft, milky thigh. he feels you tense under his palm, and he bites back a smile, keeping his expression level. âi just donât know.â
your small hands grip at the front of his shirt, and he hears you, for the first time, doing something heâs always wanted to hear you do.Â
âplease, sunbae?â
how could he say no to you? he hadnât really planned on it, had only wanted to see you do this, but itâs still too much and beyond his expectation â your misty gaze, your quivering lip. itâs almost laughable that you donât think heâd notice the way you shift yourself so that his hand, still warm against your thigh, slides up your skin, the hem of your skirt bunched up in the junction between his thumb and forefinger.
jeno chuckles â isnât this exactly where and how heâs always wanted you? âhow could you ask me like that and expect me to refuse, angel? in that case, i have no real choice but to dedicate all our time today to your reward.âÂ
your breathing hitches â in anticipation, in desire, in excitement â as his hand continues its trail upward, deliberately now, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. his head dips down, rests into the crook of your neck, and he inhales the thick, sweet scent of your perfume, your shampoo, of you and all that heâll take from you.Â
âjust remember, you asked for this,â he murmurs against your skin. âso iâm going to take every bit of you until thereâs nothing left for anyone else.âÂ
youâre so willing, so ready even before he can get his full bearings; your hips are rising slightly off the table, and jeno feels like itâs you thatâs telling him to move faster. he tugs down your panties, letting gravity take its course until theyâre a tiny puddle of fabric on the floor, and he slots himself between your legs. like this, you have no choice but to spread, and you do so without hesitation, your knees locking against his sides as he pulls you in for a tight, hungry kiss. thereâs that taste of you he loves, that clean, sweet buzz that draws him in, and his hands are bruisingly tight on your waist as he reclaims your lips.Â
you already look dazed when he pulls away, which is always cute, but a little unfair â jeno wants you to be aware still when he takes you, and damn, if he doesnât want to take you right fucking now. he kisses you again, harder and more demanding, as if willing your attention back to him, while his hands explore you â run up your thighs, fingers brushing against the plush curve of your ass. itâs not enough, not by a long shot, and heâs pushing the waistline of your skirt up your stomach with his hands, letting his warmth transfer onto your skin; he chuckles as your stomach sucks inward at his touch, just as you let out a gasp against his lips.
and he wants desperately to hear that noise again; in fact, he wants to know what you sound like in every capacity. his mouth works down your neck, pleased to find that suckling wet and languid on a spot just above your collarbone has you writhing and whimpering. are you sensitive or touch-starved? whatever the reason, he wants to draw all of that out of you, his hands drawing back down to hook under your thighs. jeno drags you to the edge of the table, until your bare cunt is flush against the front of his jeans, and he lets you feel him â a brief tease of whatâs to come.Â
âiâm s���so wet already,â you whisper, as if he doesnât know â as if you know itâs exactly what he wants to hear anyway. âsunbae, please, i need you.â
ânot that,â he murmurs, his teeth grazing your collarbone as he speaks. ânot sunbae. jeno. call me jeno, angel.â
âjeno,â you exhale shakily, and itâs music to his ears â as if the last thing holding him back from you had shattered.Â
âthatâs it â what a good girl,â he purrs, his hips rocking forward against your pussy before they retract, leaving just enough space for his hand to slip between. slender fingers trail down your folds, sticky and slick. âyou are all wet for me, arenât you? ready to take me deep inside?âÂ
even the way you nod, a tiny movement of assent, drives him wild, yet a part of him still wants to test the limit of your patience, his middle finger stretching to circle your entrance.Â
âwouldnât want to shock your tiny little pussy, though, would i? will you let me stretch you out first, kitten?â
âyes,â you mewl, sounding almost tearful. âanythingâ anything, please.â
jeno drinks in the long, drawn-out keen you set free when his digit sinks into you; heâs already felt your walls against his tongue, but a small part of him is still surprised at just how tight you are. that same part nags that he might not fit easily into you, but whatever that voice is is easily drowned out by a more assertive promise â heâll make it fit.Â
âcanât tell you how much iâve wanted to feel your pretty little hole around my cock,â he presses on, his finger pushing deeper in; he feels you tense a delicious kind of tightness, as if itâs almost too much for you. is it? âever since that first day you came into the tutoring center, dressed up all cute â did you do that on purpose, sweetheart?â
âyes,â you admit, breathless; the syllable is lengthened into a weak moan as jeno pumps his finger into you, slow, deep strokes that tease your tacky walls open. âwanted â wanted to make a good impressionâŚâ
âand you did, didnât you? kept looking so sweet for me, so pretty every single time â got me thinking about all the ways i wanted to have you. got me so fucking hard every time weâd meet â is that what you wanted?â
jeno doesnât give you much room to respond, but he can make his own answers to appease himself anyway; he reclaims your lips, already eager for another taste of you, and you comply with the same amount of desire, your soft whimpers melting against his teeth. in the space of pseudo silence, wet, messy noises, he manages to tease another digit into you, and you cry out against his lips as it pushes in, joining the first in how deep it reaches. he absorbs that too, takes in every minute sound you make, relishes the way you pulse around his fingers. even without the noises, he can tell your pleasureâs heightening, with the way you clench around him, your hips rocking pitifully as youâre eager to rut against his palm.Â
âlook at you now.â heâs selfish, but he doesnât care â he wants to ruin you, and if the telltale squelch of your cunt as he fucks his fingers into it isnât indication enough, then the way your mouth hangs open as he pulls away, letting his name fall freely from your lips, definitely is. âlegs spread, all desperate to feel good for me. what a needy little kitten you are. this good enough for you, angel?â
you shake your head, only to squeal as he pulls you closer, his fingers shoving deeper into you; your hips are re-angled, allowing him to brush the pads of his digits against the rough, sweet spot, and he feels triumph bloom in his chest as you throw your head back, teary eyes squeezed shut.
âno, no, no,â you babble, and he can see the bob of your throat as you swallow hard, clutching at sense to make words. âwant â need your cock, want to cum on your cock so badly, jeno â want you to fuck me, stretch me open, please ââ
âgreedy, arenât you?â he murmurs, leaning in to nip at the spot heâd left reddened above your collarbone. âgo on then â show me how much you want it. show me what a good girl you are, and cum on my fingers.âÂ
âbutââÂ
âcome on, angel,â he urges above the squelching noises, increasing surely in volume. his fingers meet resistance when they spread apart inside you, but all it does is create a delicious friction that has you squirming in his hold. âdonât hold back. let me see you fall apart.âÂ
and you do, so prettily, your eyes rolling back and your voice unrestrained. jenoâs fingers ride you through your orgasm, pumping deep and steady despite how slick youâve gotten, your juices coating his hand and wrist. he watches the flush rise to your neck, stopping at your cheeks, watches the heaving of your chest, the shine of your skin from a thin sheen of sweat, and he doesnât want to let you come down from this high, but his cock is aching â practically bursting from his jeans â and all he can do is make the silent vow that the next time you look like this, heâll be balls deep in you.Â
âthatâs my girl,â he coos gently, watching the tension slip from your shoulders; his free hand is at the small of your back quickly, easing you down as your torso falls back, and youâre laying on the table. âpretty little thing, arenât you? cumming so sweetly for me.âÂ
âjeno,â you groan out weakly, your tiny hand clasping around his wrist. âcock â i want your cock, pleaseââÂ
âcanât wait?â heâs indecent for sounding amused, but even that does nothing to stay his arousal; how eager you are simply makes him want you all the more. âokay, angel â since you asked so nicely.âÂ
a slight twinge of disappointment runs through him as he pulls his fingers out, but itâs quickly buried by the feeling he gets once he gives you a clear sweep of a once-over; how slutty you look, still half-dressed but already half-ruined, your thighs shaking in an effort to keep them open for him, the remnants of your last climax still leaking out of your hole. the sight of you has him so distracted that unbuttoning and unzipping his pants feels like a fever dream of an act; he barely notices what heâs doing until heâs already bare in front of you, and alertness has crawled halfway back into your consciousness as you push yourself up on your elbows to look at him.
âitâs soââ you have the decency to blush, though thereâs a pleased look on your face that tells him youâre not really embarrassed. âi didnât think youâd be this big.âÂ
âdoes that worry you?â
âiâve never had anyone⌠this big.â pride blooms in his chest â good, he thinks, because if he canât be as memorable as your first, then heâll take being the most in something as a prize. âi donât think â will it fit?â
âdoes it matter?â he chuckles, and your blush deepens. âno matter what â youâll take all of me in, wonât you?â
you chew on your bottom lip, as if considering your options, but to jeno, thereâs really only one choice â the correct one, and you make it when you nod your head.Â
âitâll feel good, though, you know,â he muses. his hand wrapped around his base, he lines himself up with you, the tip grazing against your folds. âeven better than just now.â
with just a little more pressure, he has his shaft flush against you; his girth sits against your slit, the tip pressed against your clit, and he starts to rock his hips â into his fist, against your cunt. your hips quiver, and a shiver runs through you as your pleasure spikes again, but he can tell it isnât enough. your bottom lip is back between your teeth, and your eyes are flitting between his face and his cock. jeno reaches out, eases your lip out from between your teeth, strokes it gently, almost tenderly.Â
âsay it,â he commands in a soft, silky voice.Â
âfuck me, jeno,â you breathe out, barely missing a beat. âfuck me, fuck my pussy, please.â
and if you ask that desperately, heâll waste no time; he draws his hips back, dragging his cock down until heâs aligned with your entrance. his eyes are trained on your face, even when he pushes in, so that he can take in your expression â the widening of your eyes as his tip breaches the first wave of resistance, the way your mouth falls agape as his fingers dig hard into your flesh. heâs never seen a prettier sight in his life.
âstretched you out already, but youâre still so fucking tight,â his voice is a soft, melodious croon, a stark contrast to the way heâs forcing past your tightness. âtight and wet, like a good girl.âÂ
âso big,â you whimper, your fingers stretched far enough to tickle the front of his shirt. âcanât â canât take it.âÂ
âof course you can, angel.â jeno doesnât give you the time to brace yourself fully before heâs rocking his hips in a little more sharply, his cock now halfway into you. your fingers curl into a little fist, immediately flying back to block the noise from your mouth. âah ah. donât get shy on me now; youâve been so noisy for me all this time.â
but he doesnât really mind the way you clap your palm over your mouth to muffle your high-pitched squeal as he thrusts in fully, the adjustment period after the last movement close to nothing; heâs too busy focusing on how good you feel around him, how warm and wet your insides are. this is heaven, easily, and jeno wants to stay here for as long as he can.Â
âgod, youâre fucking tight,â he repeats, an appreciatory gaze running over where youâre joined. his thumb stretches over your folds, rubbing them â something of an apology, perhaps, although all it does is stimulate you more, and you shiver at the extra contact. âhow deep is it, baby?â
âcan feel you here,â you mumble out, your small hand pressing just above your pelvis. he feels the tightness multiply as you place pressure, even just for a moment. âyour cockâs so much deeper than anyone else.âÂ
your hand falls away, limp, as he draws his hips back; you inhale, long and deep, before letting it out as a broken moan when he pushes back in. it drives him crazy, to start off this slow, when all he wants is to find a pace that has you sobbing, but the resistance of your pussy against his length isnât easy to ignore. jeno works you open, his jaw set and his grip tight against your frame, and it isnât long before heâs picking up speed, the slap of his flesh against yours fueling him exponentially, mingling with your cries, steadily increasing in volume.Â
âthatâs it. let everyone hear you,â he eggs on, his thumb now circling tight around your clit; your legs are quivering, threatening to close, but he keeps you steady, one arm wrapped around your thigh. his thrusts grow rougher, more deliberate, and when he looks up from where youâre joined back to your face, he sees your expression as a mixture of incredulity and ecstasy. a thin line of drool hangs from the corner of your mouth, your pretty pink lip gloss smeared, and fuck if he doesnât want to make sure you look like this every single time he comes over. âlet them know whoâs fucking you good, angel.â
âjâ jeno!â your voice hitches, lilts up as he presses in at a different, deeper angle, and he almost cums right then and there from the way your walls pulse around him. âyour cock feels so good, fucking me just rightâ more, god, moreââÂ
he complies without hesitation, gathering both your thighs and pushing them closer to your chest; you look even lewder like this, folded in half with your sopping cunt presented to him like itâs all his to take, and it is, isnât it? thereâs an increase in the intensity, the vigor in which he pumps his cock into you, and he knows heâs brushing repeatedly against your spot by the way youâre blubbering his name out in a way that suggests you sincerely think no one else in this building can hear you.Â
âthatâs my girl,â he hums approvingly, though thereâs a thickness in his voice that has him sounding a little more strained. âsuch a good girl, with your cunt all nice and sloppy for me. do you like it when i go this deep? does it feel good when i fuck you where no one else can?âÂ
âyes!â you sob out, your hands crumpling the end of your skirt up into tight fists. âjeno, iâ cum, i need to cum again, pleaseââ
âiâve got you, kitten,â his tone is reassuring, a stark contrast to the rigor of his hips. âdonât have to hang on for me, you know; always love seeing you fall apart.âÂ
âmâclose, so close ââÂ
âlet go, then,â he urges, his blunt nails digging into your flesh. âlet me feel that sweet cunt cum on my cock.âÂ
you comply without hesitation, though if youâd done it willingly, he canât really tell; he has to pin your hips down to stop you from bucking up and causing him to slip out, and you writhe against him as you sob in ecstasy, your walls fluttering before they clench. stray tears leak from your eyes, squeezed shut, and jeno wants nothing more than to eat you up like this â broken, fucked out.Â
youâre not even fully down from your high when he feels it â that sudden wrenching in his gut that tells him heâs about to follow suit. with a low groan, he peels your thighs apart again, lets you watch him as he bullies straight into your leaking hole. your voice is a staccato, punctuating every deep, sharp thrust into you, and itâs exactly to that melody that he wants to get off.Â
âtell me where you want it, angel.â he doesnât trust his voice, sharp and short as it is now. âshould i mark your pretty face? your stomach?â
âwant it against my pussy,â you whisper out, and jeno almost loses his mind as he watches you spread your folds apart with your forefinger and middle finger, inviting him. âmake a mess of it, sunbae.â
heâs barely able to pull out before heâs spilling against you; he ruts against your slit, coating your folds and the insides of your thighs in thick, creamy white. you hold your legs apart for as long as you can until they start to tremble, and he catches them and gently eases them down.Â
when you sit up to kiss him, youâre still demanding; he feels your hips rock closer, your sticky cunt pressing against the underside of his cock.
ânot enough,â you murmur against his lips, and jeno chuckles as you bind your hands around his neck.Â
âdonât worry, kitten,â he hums back. âweâve got all afternoon.â
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[2:41 pm]
(cw: f!reader, parents!au, a child)
You and dad!Jeno waited by the door of the kindergarten classroom as families began making their ways back home. The teachers smiled at the two of you as your daughter came bounding toward both of you with her comically large backpack bouncing up and down. She gave you both an excited squeal with a large smile.
As she kissed your cheek in greeting, Jeno helped her take off her backpack before scooping her up to greet her with a kiss on the cheek of her own. "Hey princess, how was your day?" Jeno asked her as you all walked back to the car.
She smiled and began recounting the details of the day. She told you about the snacks they ate, her lunch, the castle she built with the blocks, "and I played soccer with Hana and Ara and Jae!"
You climbed into the passenger seat as Jeno strapped her into her booster seat. His deft moving fingers froze. He knew all about Hana and Ara, they were her best friends, but who was Jae? And since when did your daughter play soccer? "Is Jae a new friend, baby?" You asked and Jeno tugged on the straps of her car seat to make sure she was secure.
Jeno climbed behind the wheel and started the car as your daughter responded, "yes! He's new to the class! His dad is a fighter fighter and his mom writes books!"
"He?! Jae is a boy?" Jeno asks with wide eyes, looking at his daughter through the rearview mirror.
He can see his daughter's tiny face blush as she hides her face, "He's my friend! And he's cute!"
You laugh, reaching back to give her knee a gentle squeeze as Jeno internally freaks out. "No! No! Boys can't be cute! Boys are stinky!" Jeno responds.
"Not Jae! Only you Appa!" His daughter argues back.
"Appa doesn't stink! You know what? I'm going to your school and I'm going to pop Jae's soccer ball!"
"No!" Your daughter whines as she kicks her legs out, hitting the back of Jeno's seat, "He shares with me! He's nice! And you're too big for my class."
"I'm gonna sneak in like a ninja when you have nap time and I'm going to eat all his snacks too!" Jeno sassily responds, eyes on the road.
The girl kicks the seat as she whines and you lightly smack his forearm, "stop it, you're being mean to her."
He can hear his daughter groan, "yeah! You're being mean to me! And Jae!"
Jeno sighs, pulling up the driveway, 5 years old and she was already stressing him out. "Fine, but he can only be your friend, got it?"
She scoffs and crosses her arms across her chest. When Jeno goes to get her out of the car, she refuses his help and whines for you instead. Jeno grumbles under his breath as he follows the two of you into your home with a sparkly backpack in hand.
He watches the two of you smile and giggle to each other and keeps hearing Jae's name come up. He watches you smother her with affection as you both laugh and you both make your way to her room. When he walks by a few minutes later he can hear his daughter tell you she wants to wear a pretty dress tomorrow and she wants braids in her hair again because Jae told her they were cool.
Jeno runs a hand down his face tiredly, this was only the beginning. He thought it would be years until he heard the b word, boyfriend, be used, not a week later. Then he seriously considers sneaking into his daughter's school and popping all the soccer balls.
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(blood)thirst (teaser)
wc: 1.6k (teaser)
pairing: jeno x fem!reader
cw: supernatural!au, werewolf(lycan)!jeno, vampire!reader, natural enemies to lovers/forbidden love type of situation, injuries, blood, full fic tags: smut, angst, mention of death and family loss, flirting, sexual tension, teasing, pet names, oral sex, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, way more plot than i expected, plus more
a/n: hey yall so i finished this fic a while ago and itâs just been sitting in my drafts and then i was kinda unsure whether i wanted to post it but i still might. so lmk what you think!
full fic out now
TUESDAY [3:31 AM]
Rain pours in sheets, pelting against your skin. Your footsteps are silent as you sprint through the underbrush, hot on the heels of the Lycan ahead of you.
Even with his head start, it took you no time to catch up to the him. Your pace matched his as you zeroed in on his steady breathing and rhythmic drum of his footfalls. Lycans are fast, and he hadn't even shifted forms yet. But still, you had no trouble keeping up with him.
All the while you closely trail the Lycan, you're cautious of your surroundings, keeping your ears peeled for any sign of a presence accompanying you both in these woods.
Just as you were about to fall in line with him, an unexpected sound sliced through the nightâa whistle, followed by the unmistakable twang of a bowstring.
An arrow whizzed past your head, embedding itself in a tree trunk to your left. Stopping in your tracks, you tilt your head, seeing sparks and smoke emitting from the arrowhead now embedded into the old pine tree. But you aren't given any more time to investigate as you're tackled to the ground by the Lycan.
Before you could push him off, his body shields you from the explosion of blinding light so bright you could've sworn it was day for a split second.
He just saved you.
"Are you okay?" Jeno asks, rain dripping from the ends of his hair as he stands from the dirt.
"Yeah," you nod, hesitantly taking the hand he offers. "Thanks," you say, looking at the tree bark melting off the trunk.
The humans have UV explosives. Great.
Both you and Jeno hear the sound of cars approaching from the nearby road and take off running again. Without a word, you plunge deeper into the forest, your movements synchronized with Jeno's by necessity.
"How did they even find us?" Jeno asks, looking over his shoulder, his voice barely audible over the rain.
"I was just going to ask you the same thing."
The hunters were relentless, their shouts echoing in the distance, along with the pounding of their boots. You moved swiftly, navigating the maze of branches and roots with an ease born from decades of practice. The forest seemed to close in around you, the trees pressing in like silent sentinels bearing witness to your flight.
Then shots start firing off, the sharp cracks of bullets cutting through the air. It sounds like they were coming from every direction, the rain making it harder for both you and Jeno to locate where the hunters are.
A bullet soars past you and stops whistling in your ears when it hits flesh, tearing through skin and muscle. Jeno beside you roars out in pain and begins to slow down as the metallic taste of blood enters the air around you. You shoot him a look of concern over your shoulder.
"I'll be fine," he says. But when you see his hand pressed to his shoulder, blood seeping from an injury that should've already started healing, you know he's far from okay. "We need to get out of these woods," Jeno winces as he applies pressure to the gunshot wound.
"I know a place not too far from here," you tell him.
[6:37 AM]
The moon's silver glow was waning, giving way to the first light of dawn. The storm had passed, leaving the forest dank and muddy. Urgency rose as you were closing in on daybreak. You and Jeno raced through the forest, the scent of his blood and sweat mingling in the damp morning air.
Jeno's breath was labored, each step accompanied by a pained grunt as he pushed himself forward. The wound on his shoulder, though not fatal, was slowing him down.
"The sun's gonna be up soon," Jeno pants, his voice weary.
"I know," you raise your eyes to the sky, "But we're almost there."
As you ascend the mountain, you spot the entrance behind a thick curtain of ivy and moss. The camouflaged door was almost invisible against the rocky face.
The two of you approach the fortified door. But not before you start to feel the uncomfortable sensation of pins and needles all over your body, a warning of the daylight's deadly approach.
The air grows warmer with the first rays of sunlight piercing through the treetops, casting long shadows stretching like skeletal fingers across the ground, leaving you exposed. You scream out in pain just before you can reach the door, feeling the severe burns blistering across your body under the sun's relentless gaze.
Without hesitation, Jeno quickly removes his jacket and throws it around you, shielding you as best as he can from the searing sunlight.
You reach the door with trembling hands and enter the security code to unlock it. You hear the mechanism click and attempt to push the door open, but it remains stubbornly shut. The hinges, unused for so long, now rusted, obstruct your entry.
"It's stuck," panic edges your voice.
Using his good shoulder, Jeno presses his weight into the door, helping you push it open. The thick metal gives way with a heavy creak, welcoming you inside. The moment you both are through, Jeno slams the door shut behind him, enveloping you in the safety of darkness.
The flickering emergency lights cast long shadows across the walls, the only source of illumination along the steps down to the bunker. You can hear the sounds of the forest growing distant, muted, and distorted through the layers of earth and stone as you descend further down.
With the adrenaline from the chase already simmered down, the reality of your situation sets in. Here you are, a vampire, with Jeno, a lycan, forced into hiding together by humans hunting you both. The silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken words only filled by the sounds of Jeno's steps behind you.
Your burns are already beginning to heal now that you're out of the sunlight. The cool, dim interior of the bunker feels like a sanctuary, the pain in your skin subsiding by the time you lead Jeno into a high-ceiling room.
"Thanks, again," you break the silence, returning his jacket. Even in the shadows, you can see Jeno's eyes examining your burns. "I'll heal," you assure him. "You, on the other hand, aren't for some reason."
"I'm fine," Jeno lies.
"You're not. You're still bleeding out. I can smell it."
Jeno stays silent, knowing there's no use in arguing with you.
"I'll go see if I can find the generator and a med kit or something," you say.
The underground facility is large enough to house an entire clan and well-equipped for emergencies. Or at least it had been once. The walls, thick and impenetrable, provide a sense of security, but the darkness within was oppressive, the silence deafening.
You move through the narrow corridors, blindly navigating yourself through the place. The emergency lights give off a faint glow, barely enough to see by. The bunker has an air of abandonment from years of sitting unused here. Cobwebs clung to the corners, and dust motes danced in the faint light.
You quickly locate the electrical room and, after a few tries, manage to get the generator running. The lights flicker on, and the air kicked on, ventilating the compound. As you make your way back down the corridor, you pass the uniform lockers, and just with your luck, you find a med kit sitting at the bottom of the cubby. You grab it and hurry back to where Jeno's waiting.
You find Jeno right where you left him; leaning against the wall, face pale and drawn, sweat glistening on his brow, damp clothes clinging to his defined muscles. From where he stands, the light casts deep shadows across his face, highlighting the strain etched into his features.
"Sit," you say, opening the case of medical supplies on the table.
"I can do it myself," Jeno mutters, though his voice lacks conviction as he weakly pushes himself away from the wall.
"You look like you can barely stand on your own. Just let me patch you up so you can at least stop bleeding all over the place," your words are punctuated by the snap of latex gloves you slip on.
Jeno has no energy to protest. He drops his jacket onto a chair and peels off his shirt, sitting on the table in front of you.
You don't have much time to ogle over the Lycan's chiseled physique as your eyes are drawn to the skin turning black and blue around the bullet's entry point. In all your years of existence, you've seen some pretty bad shit. But even this sightâJeno's bloodied and seemingly infected shoulder, is enough to make even you wince.
"There's no exit, which is probably why you're not healing. Whatever specialized bullet hit you is still in there," you observe, examining the injury closely.
"Great," Jeno groans, throwing his head back. "Think you can get it out?"
"Sure, but it's not gonna be fun," you tell him.
"Let's just get it over with."
a/n: please lmk what you think! if i do post the full fic it is 11k so be weary đ thank you for reading! <33 feedback is appreciated!!
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jeno is the type of boyfriend thatâŚ
keeps extra handwarmers in his pockets for when you get cold
shampoos, blow drys, and brushes your hair
asks to see your nails after you get them done
is a little speechless when he sees you after time apart
facetimes you and just sits with you while you both do your nighttime routine
loves that you are friends with his friends
listens to the little things
runs through the rain so he can pull the car around for you
buys all of the products you use and keeps them in his bathroom so you can stay the night at his place
rolls his eyes when you baby him and squish his cheeks but secretly loves it
wears the matching pajamas with you
loves when you gossip with him
kisses you over and over before you have to push him away because he will be late
likes when you surprise him
buys practical gifts like new plates or linens
wants you to do a fashion show for him anytime you get new clothing
pushes the shopping cart while you point at all the products
always manages to bring you up in any conversation
enjoys cooking dinner with you
sends random gifts in the mail because he thought you would like it
thought he didnât like skinship until it was with you
does a sheet mask with you
reminds you to take your medicine
paints your nails
letâs you paint his nails
shows off if you ask to join him at the gym
gives the most comforting warm hug after a long day
will do silly things just so he can hear you laugh
holds your hand in his pocket
asks questions while you tell him the lore of your favorite characters
supports any hobby you have
kisses your head
leans his head in your neck when heâs pouting
likes when you do his hair and pick out his outfit
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PRIVATE BUT NOT SECRET _ ig stories
jeno x reader established relationship
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jeno boyfriend thoughts
pairing. jeno x f!reader // a/n. i want a jeno in my life
bf!jeno who is always attentive when you're walking together. whenever cars pass by, he instinctively shifts closer to the curb, positioning himself between you and the street. his protective nature shines through, as ensuring your safety is his top priority.
bf!jeno who truly values your thoughts and opinions on every purchase he makes, whether it's new clothes, gadgets, or even furniture. he often turns to you for guidance, eager to hear your perspective before making a decision.
bf!jeno who loves feeding you. whether youâre dining at a cozy restaurant or enjoying a meal at home, he always insists you take the first bite of his food, a gesture that shows his affection.
bf!jeno who always makes sure you have everything before you leave the house, he wants you to be prepared and less stressed as you go on with your day.
bf!jeno who has a habit of surprising you with thoughtful little gifts that always bring a smile to your face. that could be a new hat, flowers to brighten up your living space, or jewellery that perfectly matches you. he loves to spoil you and buy you things you remind him of.
bf!jeno who has a habit of rushing to the passenger side of the car to open your door with a bright smile on his face. he always makes sure any door is open before you. he loves to pull chairs out for you, making you feel like a princess.
bf!jeno who wholeheartedly embraces your passions and hobbies. no matter how long you talk about something you adore, he listens intently, his eyes sparkling with interest. he encourages you to keep going, eager to learn more. he loves to see the light in your eyes and the smile on your face as you immerse yourself in what you love.
bf!jeno who makes it a point to stock his place with all your daily essentials. shelves are lined with your favourite skincare products, a variety of hair care items, and a bunch of makeup. he goes the extra mile to ensure that whenever you visit, you feel completely at home.
bf!jeno who loves showering with you. he says its to save on water, but he just likes to be close to you. he loves the feeling of you washing his hair with the array of hair products you have. showering with you is an intimate moment he wouldn't trade for the world.
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[23:16 pm.]
all he has been doing is pouting.
it's not that he's some sick attention seeker who can't stand when you aren't glancing his way (though that could be a new discovery of his, he misses your eyes on him), it's just that he can't stand watching you sit in the same place unmoving for hours on end without taking a break. yes, studying is important, but not more important than your wellbeing.
"y/n" he drags out the syllables of your name, his call echoing in the expanse of a room. you continue taking down your notes, seemingly ignoring his call of your name.
he trudges over to you, placing his chin onto your head and settling his hands on your shoulders. you seem to finally acknowledge your boyfriends presence, because you glance up, your eyes following your lips as you smile. "yes?" you cease your writing to now focus your full attention onto him.
"you've been at it for hours, when are you gonna be done?"
you offer a snort. "i'm reviewing, can you really not survive without five minutes of my attention?"
"it's been almost three hours".
you blink up at your boyfriend, who stays frowning as he maintains eye contact. "just a few more minutes?"
he doesn't seem to like the sound of that, because his face twists into an unfortunately familiar grimace. he stays silent for a moment, and you're almost afraid you've upset him with how he looks at you.
"i swear i'll sleep sooâ AHH!"
before you know it, your abruptly lifted from your seat, his hands hooking themselves under your legs. you yelp as your hands find purchase on his shoulders, still trying to process what's going on. "hey! put me down!" you kick your feet back and forth as your he begins walking away from your desk and towards your room.
"i'm serious! i still have to study!"
"can't you just study tomorrow? it's already late" and there he is again with the pouting. your hands on his shoulders slide over towards his neck, a razor-sharp glare in your eyes as you try not to crack under his pretty irises staring into yours. "pleaseeeee?"
now he's begging, amazing. if you weren't in his arms, you'd kick him where it hurts. your nose scrunches, but you roll your eyes. "fine, but then your helping me review tomorrow".
"no problem, baby".
you're unsuccessful at trying to contain your smile.
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the perks of having a hot best friend
pairing: lee jeno x fem!reader
genres: fluff, crack, mild angst, best friends to lovers, college au
wc: 14336
warnings: profanity, sexual jokes, jeno is shirtless in a scene phew, too many idol features SORRY i lowk lost track of who iâve included. i think that is all but lmk if you find something else!
summary: having a hot best friend is nice until you start getting butterflies in your stomach every single time you look at them.
note: JAEYUNVERSE COMEBACK WOOO iâve missed writing long fics so much omfg but iâm shitting bricks as we speak LOL itâs been a while since iâve posted something big and i wonât lie iâm hella nervous. i rlly hope you guys enjoy this fic ⥠please donât hesitate to give me your feedback! hereâs to hoping my writing skills havenât become as rusty as i think i have hehe :â))
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01. an abundance of freebies and discounts
Lee Jeno knew the power his smile held.Â
All it took was one flirty laugh combined with those sleepy eyes of his for people to melt. Being the resourceful person you were, you utilised that talent of his to its full extent.Â
âCan you go and flirt with the cashier so she gives us a free muffin?âÂ
Your best friend gave you a dirty look. âYou do realise this is supposed to be your treat, right?âÂ
âI am paying!â you exclaimed. âJust go do your thing and make her feel generous enough to slip a free dessert in our order.âÂ
Jeno rolled his eyes, but you knew youâd won. You almost always did. âFine, whatever. You owe me one though.âÂ
âIâm feeding you because I owe you one,â you pointed out. âThis makes us equal.â
âHow riveting. I have to work so the person who owes me doesnât have to owe me anymore.âÂ
âWe can argue about this for hours or you can haul ass to the counter and place the damn order. Iâll Venmo you the money the moment youâre back,â you promised.Â
Sliding out of the booth, Jeno said, âYouâre lucky youâre cute. If this were Jaemin, I wouldnât be letting him off the hook easily.â
You stuck your tongue out at him and shooed him away. Narrowing his eyes, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you along.Â
âHey!â you cried. âDonât take me with you! The flirting wonât have any effect on her if she thinks weâre together!âÂ
âEveryone thinks weâre together,â Jeno muttered and got in line behind an old man. âShe checked me out when we entered the cafe, saw you arm-in-arm with me and gave you the dirtiest look to ever exist.âÂ
You snorted. âLiar. You might be an eye candy but you do not command such a high level of attention.â Â
âIâm telling the truth!â he argued. âI would know because I was checking out the drink she placed on the counter. I was trying to figure out what the personâs order might have been to get something so incredibly delicious-looking. I saw her out of the corner of my eye.âÂ
âOh.â You frowned and took a step forward when the line moved ahead. âThatâs unfortunate. Should we go to another cafe and try our hand at getting something free there?âÂ
âHow about you stop being such a cheap skate for once?â
Slapping his shoulder hard, you grumbled, âI have to bear the weight of my goddamn rent alone while you share yours with three others! I need to cut down on certain things, asshole.âÂ
âMy offer to move in with you next semester still stands.â Jeno wiggled his eyebrows. âIâm a really good housemate; ask the others.âÂ
âYou live with boys. The disgusting things you do donât bother them because they do them too.âÂ
He closed his mouth and thought about it for a second. Then, âTouchĂŠ.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, but before you could make another snarky comment, a pleasant voice interrupted, âGood morning. What can I get for you today?âÂ
Jeno averted his gaze to the girl standing behind the counter and let a lazy smile take form on his lips. You raised a brow and watched in amusement.Â
âHey there. Can I get a Strawberries & Crème Frappuccino with 1 pump caramel syrup, 1 pump hazelnut syrup, and 1 pump toffee-nut syrup? Java chips too, please.âÂ
The girlâLia, according to her name tagâlooked surprised to see him blatantly flirting with you right beside him. Maybe he was right about every stranger assuming the two of you to be together, though you couldnât fathom why. âOâokay.â
âWhat do you want, friend?â Jeno stressed the last word. Refraining to roll your eyes a second time, you said,Â
âIced coffee without milk. Could you add some sugar to the brew? I prefer my drinks to be sweet.âÂ
âOf course,â she said and nodded once, unfazed even after learning of Jenoâs status as an eligible bachelor.Â
Snorting under your breath, you whispered to him, âLia doesnât give a fuck. Youâre lacking.âÂ
He scoffed and nudged you away. âNo, Iâm not,â he whisper-snapped. âGet out of here. Youâre killing my vibe.âÂ
You deadpanned and gave him a donât-bullshit-me look but retreated to your booth nonetheless. The last thing you heard Lia ask was: âAnything else?âÂ
Youâd only been sitting and scrolling through your phone for a few minutes before a hand slapped a receipt on the table in front of you.Â
Glancing up, you inquired, âWhat?âÂ
âRead the order.âÂ
Dropping your gaze to the piece of paper again, you picked it up. An appreciative frown tugged at your lips as Jeno slid into his seat. âYou managed to get us a free muffin and a free bagel?â
âDonât ever question my talents again,â he ordered and leaned back. Resting his arm on the cushion behind him and placing his ankle on his knee, his attitude was nothing short of a kingâs. âI wonât tolerate any further slander.âÂ
âUh-huh,â you muttered, utterly unimpressed. Though you admit, a smile threatened to break out on your face and you had to bite your lip to keep it from escaping.Â
Jeno raised an eyebrow, as if waiting for something. All you did was stare at him, and when he realised you wouldnât budge, he did an extremely horrible and high-pitched imitation of you that should have deserved jail. âThank you sooooooo much, Jeno! If it werenât for your flirting skills, I wouldnât have anything to eat. Youâre my one and only saviour, and I donât know what I would have done withoutââ
âOrder for Jeno!â Lia hollered.Â
Said-boy flinched and clutched his heart with his hand. âWhat the⌠That was quick.â Clearing his throat, he turned his attention back to you, the tips of his ears red and his face flushed. âWhatever. Iâll be right back. Venmo me the bill amount.âÂ
You snickered and watched him get up. However, before he could move out of earshot, you called his name. âThank you for your service.âÂ
Jeno glanced at you over his shoulder and did nothing but observe you for a moment. Then, a lopsided grin took form on his lips and he mock saluted.Â
âYouâre welcome.âÂ
02. gives good boy advice
âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
Pushing past you, Jeno strolled into your living room and plopped down on your sofa. âIs that any way to greet your best friend?âÂ
You rolled your eyes and closed the front door. Sitting down beside him, you placed your laptop on your lap again and resumed going through your notes. âIâm being serious. Were we supposed to hang out today? Because I cannot. I still have three finals left.âÂ
âNo, we didnât have any plans today,â he said, peering over your shoulder to check what subject you were studying. It was Economics. Horrible memories from the previous semester resurfaced and he shuddered before continuing, âYour text said you wanted to talk about something important?âÂ
You paused and glanced at him. âSo you came over?âÂ
âDo you want me to leave?â Jeno frowned. âI thought it would be better to talk in person.â
He stood up and dusted himself off. Eyes widening, you grabbed his wrist and forced him back to his original position. âThatâs not what I meant! I do want to talk to you butâitâs weird. I donât feel like dealing with whatever has happened right now and Iâm getting second thoughts about asking you for advice.âÂ
Concern seeped into Jenoâs face. âWoah, are you okay? You donât have to explain anything right now. Just tell me one thing: do I need to beat anyone up? Iâve got a few gym buddies who are ripped.â
You huffed a laugh and placed your laptop on the coffee table. Crossing your legs, you turned to face him. Upon watching you get comfortable, your best friend rolled his shoulders back and did the same thing.Â
âBefore I say anything, I need you to promise me that you wonât laugh. Or make fun of me. Or call me an idiot.âÂ
âI wonât,â he answered immediately, though he wondered what issue warranted you to require his word.Â
Taking a deep breath, you nodded. âYangYang asked me out a few days ago. Iâve always liked him, but not in a way thatâs not platonic. I fucked up and instead of rejecting him right there, I asked him for some time to think it over and kinda led him to believe that I would say yes.â
Jeno raised an eyebrow. âHow?âÂ
âI told him heâs my type,â you mumbled, cringing at the memories that came rushing back.Â
âWhat?!â he exclaimed. âHow the hell did you manage to do that?âÂ
âI donât know!â you whined and buried your face in your hands. âHe came up to me when I was in the library and asked if we could talk! I didnât know he was going to drop such a bomb on me so I said yes. Then he started talking about how heâs always cherished our friendship and how heâs so glad to have me.
âI started suspecting where his train of thought was headed when he added a but to his sentence. He said heâs liked me for a while now and he couldnât keep it to himself anymore. I was flabbergasted once he was done! Iâve always viewed him as a good friend and I didnât want to just turn his heart down!â
âSo you told him he was your type?â Jeno asked incredulously. âI know I promised to not call you an idiot but youâre really fucking stupid, Y/N! Itâs going to be hella awkward when the group meets up!âÂ
You groaned and closed your eyes shut, letting yourself fall on your back. âThatâs not even the worst part.âÂ
Jeno grabbed your wrists and hauled you back up. His face was barely a few inches away from yours when he ordered, âExplain.â
Taking a deep breath, you continued. âI told YangYang that he was cute and my type but I wasnât in a position to think about going out with anyone with still two weeks of finals left to get through. I thought he would drop it but he asked me if I would think about his confession after our exams and I felt terrible telling him the truth. So I said I would. Yeji called me last night and said she set me up on a blind date with this guy in her class. You know how fast word spreads here. YangYang is going to know I dangled him on strings only to go on a date with someone else!âÂ
âYouâre going on a blind date? With whom?âÂ
You flicked Jenoâs forehead. âThatâs not the issue!âÂ
âWell, I want to know!â he sputtered and slapped your hand away.Â
âI donât know! Frankly, I donât care either. I made a bet with Yeji and I lost. Now I have to spend an evening with a random guy I donât even want to seek a romantic relationship with.âÂ
Your best friend sighed in frustration. âThis might be one of your biggest fuck-ups till now.â
âI know,â you said quietly and dropped your gaze to your lap in shame.Â
âYouâll have to apologise to YangYang and tell him the truth. Heâs a good guy and he doesnât deserve any of this.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âHey,â Jeno said softly. You glanced at him to see heâd gotten up and was holding his out for you. âCome here.âÂ
You rose to your feet and let him envelop you in his comforting embrace. Burying your face in his chest, you whispered, âI never wanted to hurt YangYang. I donât want to lose him as a friend.âÂ
âYou wonât as long as you come clean and explain everything. Donât insult him further by giving him more half-truths. Guys would rather know whatâs the real deal than be lied to and find out from someone else. Not only is it hurtful, but itâs a huge blow to the ego.â Â
Your lips curled in a small smile and you leaned back a little to look at his face. âIs this about your mom lying to you about the tooth fairy?âÂ
âDamn right it is,â he grumbled. âI gave an entire speech about her being my favourite person in the whole world. Thatâs not something you recover from easily.â
âItâs been 15 years.â
âItâll take me another 15 to come to terms with the fact that I used to rip my loose teeth out and place them under my pillow when I needed money urgently.âÂ
You laughed and pulled yourself out of his arms. âI canât believe Iâm taking guy advice from you.âÂ
âWhy?â Jeno exclaimed. âIâm a guy too! Plus, I always give good advice!âÂ
You giggled and plopped down on the sofa again. âI know. But youâre also Jeno. Iâve never thought of you as just a guy.âÂ
âI donât know if I should be flattered or offended.âÂ
âHow about you sit your ass down and help me study now that youâre here? I made flash cards.âÂ
Snatching the stack from your hand, Jeno teased, âOh, how would you survive without me?â
âI donât have to wonder about that shit.â You grinned. âThereâs no way in hell youâre getting rid of me anytime soon.âÂ
He laughed. âAnd thank fuck for that.âÂ
03. hugs always make you feel safe thanks to all the beef underneath
You were going to drag Jeno to the seventh circle of Hell.Â
You couldnât afford to go grocery shopping with him when you had a huge exam the next day. You hadnât studied shit and were one âhave you prepared for tomorrowâs final?â away from a mental breakdown.Â
It didnât help that Yeji had called you in the middle of the night to clear a doubt she had from a chapter you didnât even know had been covered.
Youâd been panicking ever since and it felt like you were going to get a heart attack at any moment. Â
âDoritos or Lays?âÂ
âKick to the nuts or knuckles to the jaw?âÂ
Your best friend tore his gaze from the rack of chips and eyed you warily. âI said Iâll help you study tonight.âÂ
âYou donât understand, Jeno!â you exclaimed and ran a hand through your messy hair, pacing in the supermarket aisle impatiently. âIâm going to fail! Fail!â Â
Groaning, Jeno grabbed your arm and forced you to face him. He held your shoulders and looked you in the eyes, enunciating each word as he reiterated, âYouâre not going to fail. Weâre going to pull an all-nighter in the library, but we need to be stocked up on food before we do that.âÂ
You sighed painfully. It burned your eyes to just focus on anythingâhow the hell were you supposed to stay awake for another day and write a three-hour-long exam after that?Â
âYou could have come here without dragging me with you,â you muttered. âI could have been studying at home instead of wasting precious time.â
Jeno frowned. âAny more time in front of your laptop and you would have gone insane, Y/N. Your eyes are completely red.âÂ
âOh, thatâs not because of the screen time. I cried before you came to check on me.âÂ
Huffing a small laugh that bordered on exasperation, amusement and worry, Jeno threw a few packets of Doritos in the shopping cart before slinging an arm around your neck. You let him pull you against him and wrapped your arms around his waist as the two of you began walking.Â
âWell, you needed to get out anyway. I donât remember the last time I saw you leave your apartment.âÂ
âI stepped outside yesterday to play with the neighbourâs cat,â you said defensively.Â
âNot good enough,â Jeno popped. âWeâre going to go get a massage once weâre done shopping.âÂ
You stopped in your tracks and peeled yourself away from him. âThe final is in twenty-eight hours!â you yelled, staring at him incredulously. âAre you fucking stupid?!âÂ
âSo you have plenty of time to de-stress before you start studying again!â he chirped, paying no heed to your concerns nor the people who had heard your outburst and were giving you odd looks. âTrust me, I went for a massage before my final and I was so relaxed. It helped me to focus too.âÂ
âJeno,â you uttered his name with barely contained impatience. âI donât have time. I need to cover a lot of shit before I go and sit in the fucking examination hall.âÂ
âAnd I said Iâll help!â he repeated, sounding almost exasperated. Pushing the shopping cart forward again, he studied the shelves and continued, âYou always do this, Y/N. You freak out before a test and act like the world is ending only for you to do super well.â
âWellââ you began, stumbling after himâ âthatâs just my coping mechanism! The more worried I am, the better I do. But Iâm screwed for real this time!âÂ
âNo,â Jeno popped, placing a 2-litre bottle of Sprite in the cart. âIâm not listening to you this time. Especially not after you stayed awake for three days straight for your midterm.âÂ
You sighed again. There was no arguing with your best friend. âHow long is this massage of yours going to take?âÂ
âWeâll be back at your place in two hours max,â he reassured you, patting your head. You swatted his hand away and gave him a dirty look. âI think we have everything we need to make it through today and tomorrow.âÂ
âWhy do we need such a big bottle of Sprite?âÂ
âParty at my place this weekend. Thereâs a discount so Iâm buying in advance.â
You frowned. âShouldnât you be stocking up on booze?â
âThe guys said I have an alcohol addiction,â Jeno said, getting in line at the billing counter. âWhich is, like, totally untrue but you know I never back down from a challenge. Iâm going to prove them wrong by staying sober for two weeks.â
âSure,â you snorted. âYouâll just find lame loopholes or cheat when no oneâs looking.â
A sly grin took form on Jenoâs lips. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and drawled, âI know what you do when no oneâs looking.â
âReally?â You feigned a gasp. âYou know I sneak over to your house and steal your food when youâre not there?â
His smile dropped immediately. âWait, what? Thatâs you? Not Hyuck?â
âThe food thief is me but the one stealing your sheet masks is Hyuck,â you admitted.
âHe steals my masks?! The ones I buy are expensive as fuck!â Jeno exclaimed, betrayal seeping into his features. His hands fell to his side and his eyes turned distant. âI canât believe heâs been gaslighting me into thinking I do an extra round of skincare when Iâm drunk.â
You giggled and pushed the shopping cart forward once the person in front of you was done. Placing the contents on the billing counter for the cashier to scan, you revealed, âHyuck saw me raiding your pantry when you were at the gym. He used that as leverage against me for weeks before I saw him stealing your sheet masks and was able to finally strike a dealâhe turns a blind eye to my robberies and I turn a blind eye to his.â
âWhyâd you team up with him?â Jeno pouted. âI thought we were best friends.â
You laughed incredulously. âSeriously? Thatâs what youâre focusing on? Not the part where Hyuck and I used your stuff without asking?â
âWell, yeah, Iâm pissed you used my shit. But I guess Iâm just a little more bothered that you guys teamed up,â Jeno said and shrugged, fetching his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. âBecause, you know, coming together to make people suffer has always been our thing.â
You raised an eyebrow, slightly amused by how he was beating around the bush. âAre you saying you wanna team up with me to get back at Hyuck?â
Jeno grinned. âIâm gonna screw over that motherfucker so bad. You get off the hook, though, because youâre cute and I need your help.â
âYouâre impossible.â You huffed and shook your head. Taking the bag of groceries, you said to him, âText me my share and Iâll Venmo the money to you.â
âYou could buy me an ice cream instead.â
âNo,â you denied immediately. âWeâre not wasting time on ice cream. Massage and then straight home so I can pick up my study material and we can leave for the library.â
Thankfully, Jeno didnât protest. He drove you to your apartment complex and waited for you while you packed your bag. Then, the two of you were off to the massage place.
An hour later, you were done and forced to admit that the massage had indeed helped you. It felt like all the stress had left your body. Thinking about the final didnât make you want to cry anymore and things were actually looking up now that you were rested.
You were able to retain the knowledge better and it was easier to understand the concepts. Jeno quizzed you and provided you with an endless supply of coffee throughout the night.
Right before lunch the next day, however, the panic resurfaced as you were revising your syllabus for the last time before your final at 3. You couldnât seem to remember anything you had studied the previous night.Â
You could feel another breakdown coming, but before you could hyperventilate, Jeno scooped you up in his arms.
You hadnât even realised when heâd come back from picking up your food. One minute, you were trying to control your breath and the next, your face was buried in his hard chest.
You held onto his shirt as his hands rubbed soothing circles on your back and he rocked you from side to side.
âShh, donât cry,â he mumbled and kissed the top of your head. âYouâre gonna ace the final like you always do. You were able to answer all the quiz questions, so keep in mind that you are prepared. The pre-exam anxiety is just clouding your thoughts. Everythingâs gonna come back to you when you sit down to write, alright?â
Nodding, you clenched your eyes shut and bit down on your lip to keep a sob from escaping. Jenoâs presence kept acting like a tether for you. It always had.
Maybe he was right about the final. Maybe he wasnât. But at that moment, engulfed in his warm, safe embrace, it felt like everything was going to be okay.
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01. having to deal with a narcissistic asshole.Â
It was an especially sweltering day.Â
You were being baked inside-out despite wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts, your hair tied in a messy high bun. Adding to your torment was your broken A/C. Youâd requested your landlord to fix it several times but your efforts were to no avail.Â
You would have kept bothering him incessantly and gotten the job done if you werenât so intimidated by him already.Â
Sighing, you eyed your bathroom. A cold shower sounded like an amazing idea. Jeno wasnât supposed to come over to watch the movie for a while anyway.Â
Deciding to cool yourself and get rid of the sweat sticking to your body, you entered the tiny bathroom. A high-pitched squeal left your mouth the moment you turned the shower knob and the cold water hit your skin.Â
âFuck,â you cursed and flinched, turning the knob the other way immediately. Your shitty apartment didnât even have a valve to adjust the temperatureâthe water was either mildly hot or ice cold. Showering in summer was always a big problem.
âGod, I donât wanna keep doing this,â you mumbled to yourself and stepped into your room again.Â
There was thisâŚÂ thing youâd been doing ever since you moved into this apartment. Whenever it was hot, youâd work out so youâd get more sweaty. That way, when you showered under the ice-cold water, it didnât feel as unbearable.Â
It was weird and there probably was no science behind it, but you didnât care as long as it worked.Â
So, you rolled out your yoga mat on the floor and began warming up.Â
Within no time, your skin was glistening with sweat and your hair was damp. You were struggling to complete the last push-up of your final set when someone knocked on your door, causing you to lose your focus. Your arms gave out beneath you, and you collapsed to the ground.Â
âWoah, itâs boiling in here,â Jeno pointed out intelligently. âAnd you look like youâre one move away from dying. God, I canât even breathe Why the fuck are you working out with the windows closed? Are you stupid?âÂ
Groaning, you rolled on your back and watched your best friend as he moved to the windows and threw them open. âHey!â you protested weakly and raised a trembling arm in a pathetic attempt to stop him. âIâm trying to do something!â
Jeno raised an eyebrow at you and grabbed your hand, hauling you up effortlessly. âOh, yeah? Pray tell.âÂ
You crashed into his chest and rebounded, but he tightened his hold on you. His palm hovered over your back in case you lost your balance. Steadying yourself, you glared at him and snapped, âNo. Youâre gonna make fun of me.â
âI wonât!â Jeno laughed, his eyes crinkling.Â
âStop, youâre doing it already!âÂ
âOkay! Okay, Iâm sorry. I really do wanna know what you were doing.âÂ
You eyed him for a moment, waiting for him to slip up and start laughing again. But Jenoâs face remained mildly curious. Satisfied, you explained, âWell, because I was feeling hot, I decided to take a shower. The water here is very cold, though, so I decided to work out in a closed room because that would make me even hotter. If I get in the shower now, it wouldnât feel as cold because my body temperature has already increased, and the water would be sort of neutralised.âÂ
A beat of silence passed. And then, âI know I said I wouldnât make fun of youââ
âThen stop talking.â
âBut did you not realise you could have mixed the hot and cold water in a bucket?â Jeno continued, clearly still talking. âOr, I donât know, come over to my place to shower?âÂ
âYou live with three other men.â You deadpanned. âI was not going to shower in your apartment with Jaemin, Renjun and Hyuck there. Also, I donât have a big enough bucket, so I will be buying one today,â you added, muttering the last bit.Â
Jeno rolled his eyes. âGod, Y/N, I would have kicked the guys out.âÂ
âWhat makes you think they would have listened to you?â you asked amusedly.
âOkay, true,â he agreed. âThey would have listened to you, though. If thereâs anyone whoâs bossy enough to get them out of the house on a hot Sunday afternoon, itâs you.âÂ
âAre you calling me bossy?âÂ
âAre you going to shower now?â he deflected. âYou stink.â
âShut up!â you exclaimed and slapped his shoulder hard, but laughed nonetheless. Moving away from him, you kicked him off your yoga mat and said, âYou opened the windows and interrupted my workout, so I donât feel as hot anymore. I think Iâm gonna exercise a little more so I donât die of hypothermia in the shower. You can take my laptop and choose a movie till then if you want.â
âHow about I work out with you?â Jeno suggested. âWe can have our gym bros moment.âÂ
âI donât wanna have a gym bros moment with you.â
âWhy?â he whined.Â
Flicking his forehead, you said, âBecause I know youâre gonna turn this into a competition, and Iâm not in the mood.âÂ
âScared?â
âYou wish,â you scoffed. âIâm tired from all the working out I did before you came, and Iâm not going against you when you have that advantage over me.âÂ
âThat still means youâre scared. Pussy.â
Letting out an exasperated sigh, you got into the position for a plank. âGet out if youâre going to keep being annoying and not contribute shit to our gym bros moment.â
âI knew youâd come around,â Jeno replied smugly. You practically heard the grin in his voice when he said that.Â
You closed your eyes and laboured your breathing as you felt your abdomen begin to burn almost immediately. âHad to, or I knew youâd keep irritating me.âÂ
Opening your lids, you turned your neck to see if he was doing the exercise with you.Â
Your arms gave out the moment you saw Jeno shirtless, his bulging biceps on full display.
âDamn, you lost quicker than I thought,â he commented.Â
âWhy are you naked?!â you demanded in a shrill voice.Â
Still in position, Jeno only glanced at you like you were out of your mind. âI was wearing a hoodie, Y/N. Did you expect me to do a plank in that furnace?âÂ
âYeah!â you exclaimed. To your dismay, your eyes kept drifting to his well-defined muscles no matter how much you tried to focus on his face.Â
To make things worse, Jeno noticed. And smirked. âStop complaining if youâre enjoying the view so much. Itâs okay to admit you have a hot best friend.â
Flustered, you scrambled to your feet and looked at the ceiling. God, you felt like a stupid middle schooler. It was insane how much of an effect Jeno was having on you. What was weirder was that your mind was drifting to places it had never been before. At least where your best friend was concerned.Â
âNarcissus has nothing on you,â you muttered under your breath, and tried to gather your bearings.Â
âBesides,â Jeno continued, having not heard you. âI do send you pictures sometimes. I donât know why youâre acting like youâve never seen me like this.âÂ
âYour phoneâs camera is fucked, Jeno,â you grumbled. âThe photos you texted me didnât capture half of whatâs actually there.â
No matter what you hadnât seen, youâd felt whenever you hugged each other. It didnât take away your surprise upon seeing the 2440p quality visual though.Â
âIs that disappointment I hear?â he taunted.Â
âNo!â you exclaimed and finally looked at him again. At the sight of his working muscles, you muttered, âCan we stop now? You won.â
âAh!â Jeno dragged the word as if he had just stumbled upon a revelation. âYou want me to stand up so you can get a better view of my abs? Got it.âÂ
Your eyes widened, and before you could deny his ridiculous accusations, he was towering over you. Wiggling his eyebrows, he gestured towards himself and flexed dramatically.Â
âYouâre an idiot,â you huffed, unable to help yourself.Â
âYeah? Then I guess an idiot just managed to fluster the shit out of you.â Jeno smiled and ruffled your hair. Bending, he picked up his discarded hoodie and shrugged it back on. âIâll go and get you a bathing bucket from the supermarket around the corner. Donât freeze yourself to death.âÂ
You rolled your eyes. âI wonât.âÂ
âAlso, do you remember the shirt I forgot here all those months ago after I got wet in the rain? Can you find it so I can change into it when Iâm back?â He frowned and looked at himself. âIâll eventually toast myself if I watch the movie in my hoodie.â
âSure, but youâre stupid for wearing warm clothes in summer,â you commented. Â
Jeno gave you a dirty look. âSorry for assuming your A/C was in working condition. Besides, you always want to cuddle when we watch movies, so I figured youâd be more comfortable if I was wearing a hoodie.âÂ
Your cheeks warmed at that, your heart stumbling a beat. What was wrong with you? Youâd always known Jeno was caring and went out of his way to do nice things for you.
Typically, youâd have felt grateful for how thoughtful he was being.Â
Now, though, you felt that and⌠something else that you didnât really want to acknowledge.Â
âWhatever,â you said instead, trying to sound dismissive. Pushing him out of your room, you continued, âIâll find it. Just hurry up with the bucket.âÂ
A few minutes after Jeno was gone, a notification popped up on your phone.Â
[jeno]: clearer picture that i clicked on jaeminâs phone for your viewing pleasure :â)Â
You blinked in confusion and opened the photo that was attached below, your eyes widening the moment you saw it. It was a zoomed-in gym mirror selfie of Jeno wearing nothing but sweatpants and shoes, his muscular abdomen on full display.Â
[you]: did you crop jaemin?Â
[jeno]: ???? [jeno]: wdymâŚâŚ. [you]: the photoâs dimensions are weird [jeno]: oh [jeno]: what the fuck [you]: LMFAOOO [jeno]: STOP I DIDNâT WANT YOU LOOKING AT HIM INSTEAD OF ME IâVE GOT A BETTER BODY ANYWAY AND IâM GONNA BUY A NEW PHONE SO I CAN SEND YOU CLEARER PICS WITHOUT HAVING TO CROP THAT FUCKER OUTÂ
You bit down on your lip to keep yourself from smiling too wide. Right before you were about to type a reply, you received another text from your best friend.Â
[jeno]: so are you gonna tell me what you think [you]: FINE youâre hot. [you]: happy? [jeno]: euphoric
Finally laughing out loud, you shook your head.Â
Narcissus had nothing on Jeno indeed.
02. female friends ask you to be their wingwomanÂ
You didnât think youâd ever accompanied Jeno to a party without having someone ask you to set them up with him.Â
âPlease,â Yoo Jimin begged for what seemed like the thousandth time. âYeji said he was single!âÂ
Sighing, you mentally cursed Yeji for inviting Jimin to Jenoâs party. âHe is, but Iâm not setting you up with him.âÂ
âWhy?â Jimin demanded rather aggressively, making you wonder what it would take for her to quit nagging you. âDo you like him or something?âÂ
It took a concerning amount of effort for you to refrain from rolling your eyes. âI do not.âÂ
âThen whatâs the problem?âÂ
âI donât know, Jimin!â you finally burst and gestured at your surroundings. âMaybe Iâm not too keen on helping you out because you followed me into the washroom and cornered me! Maybe I feel used because youâve never shown much interest in me even though Iâve tried striking up a conversation with you several times before!â Â
Jiminâs features softened, and she looked away. âYouâre right,â she muttered, guilt and shame evident in her voice. âIâm sorry for jumping on you like that.âÂ
You immediately felt bad for snapping at her. Pursing your lips, you tried to cheer her up. âDonât worry about it. You donât need me to set you up with him anyway. I know we havenât hung out much, but based on what Iâve heard about you from Yeji, youâre smart, funny and social. You have no reason to be nervous while approaching Jeno.âÂ
For some reason, you regretted encouraging Jimin to pursue your best friend. A gaping hole formed in your heart, and you wished she would go for someone else instead.Â
âThanks, Y/N.â Jimin smiled gratefully. âI know Iâve been a shitty person, but could you give me another chance? Iâd really like to get to know you more.âÂ
And just like that, the hollowness in your chest was gone. You gave her a genuine smile of your own and said, âI gotta pee right now, but does lunch tomorrow work for you?â
Jiminâs eyes widened. âShit, Iâm so sorry. I forgot where we were.â Rubbing the nape of her neck sheepishly, she replied, âLunch works. Iâll text you tonight so we can talk about it.âÂ
The two of you exchanged your goodbyes, and then she was gone. A few minutes later, you exited the washroom as well and headed back to the party.Â
âI missed you,â a voice slurred in your ear. Arms circled around your waist, and a face buried itself into the crook of your neck.Â
You laughed. âYou failed the challenge, Jeno.âÂ
âWhere were you?â he demanded in an almost whiny tone. âItâs your fault! I wouldnât have lost at beer pong if youâd been playing with me.âÂ
Patting Jenoâs back in consolation, you replied, âIâm sorry you have zero self-control and commit to things you know you wonât be able to do.âÂ
Jeno peeled himself away from you and pouted. âYouâre mean.â
âThanks. Letâs get wasted together,â you said, but then added upon looking at his already tipsy condition, âOr I can get wasted, and your ass can keep me company.â Â
âDonât you think one of us should be sober?â Jeno asked as you pulled him along.
âIâm not gonna hold back from drinking!â you exclaimed. âLet me remind you that you were supposed to be the sober one today and make sure I didnât do anything stupid. Iâm blaming you if I get naked in the yard.âÂ
Thanks to the music that was gradually getting louder as you approached the main party area, you didnât hear your best friendâs response. You tightened your grip on his hand when the crowd thickened. Wading your way through the dancing throng, you finally reached the table lined with alcohol and food.Â
You chose a bottle of Romanov and popped it open, drinking straight from it. Youâd barely taken a few gulps when Jeno snatched it from you and put it to his own mouth.Â
Throwing him a dirty look, you picked up another bottle for yourself. âDo you wanna dance?â
âI wanna throw up.âÂ
âSuit yourself.â You shrugged and aimed for the dance floor. A smile crept on your face upon seeing Jaemin; you were not in the mood to dance alone.Â
âY/N!â he hollered when he noticed you. Stumbling towards you, he pulled you in a quick embrace. âI havenât seen you in so long!âÂ
âFinals!â you answered. Jaemin nodded in understanding and ran a hand through his hair, taking a swig from his beer. âDo you wanna dance?âÂ
You grinned. âYou know I do.âÂ
The next few hours were a complete blur. The bottle in your hand was replaced by more one after the other, and when Jaemin deemed youâd had enough to drink, he gave you a red solo cup filled with water instead.Â
It felt good to finally unwind after the horrible few weeks youâd had. There was no academic stress weighing down on you anymore, and though you were low on sleep, you didnât want to stop partying.Â
You just wished you and Jeno had gotten wasted together. While you were having fun with Jaemin, partying with Jeno was a different experience entirely.Â
Right as you were about to take a sip from your cup, you felt an arm being thrown around your neck. The touch was so familiar that you recognised who it was immediately.Â
âI missed you!â you exclaimed. Jeno looked down at you with a grin on his face, a pair of black party glasses sitting on his nose. His hair was damp and fell over his forehead. Maybe it was the liquor in your system, but you could have sworn he never looked better. âLetâs dance.â
âDance?â Jeno laughed. âHavenât you been doing that for the past two hours? Donât your feet hurt?âÂ
Frowning, you glanced at your legs. âThey do!â you exclaimed, and looked back at him again, your bottom lip sticking out in a pout. Feeling tears beginning to pool in your eyes, you mumbled, âBut I still want to dance.â
âHow about we go on the roof instead? The stars look pretty tonight,â your best friend suggested, trying his best not to laugh at you. âI didnât drink at all after you left me. Iâm sober enough to take care of you now.âÂ
Your eyes lit up at that. âWow, thatâs such a good idea! Youâre so smart, Jeno. I love you.â Â
Jenoâs lips finally twitched up in a smile. âI love you too, silly.âÂ
Plucking the solo cup out of your hand, he offered you an arm. You looped yours through it with a soft thank you and leaned on him as he led you upstairs.Â
The two of you entered his dark room, and Jeno shut the door behind him. Only when the loud music was muffled did you realise your head was throbbing. Â
He unhooked your arms gently and grabbed a warm blanket off his bed. Throwing open his window, he jumped out on the flat roof and looked at you expectantly.Â
You staggered behind Jeno and took the hand he was holding out for you. His other hand hovered over your waist as you climbed on the sill.Â
Thanks to the alcohol in your system, your balance was non-existent, and your legs turned to jelly the moment they made contact with the roof. Fortunately, your best friend was there to catch you.
You bumped into Jenoâs chest instead of falling to the ground. He wrapped his arms around you and steadied you, laughing a little at your antics.Â
âGod, how much did you drink?â you heard him wonder to himself. You mumbled an incoherent response and leaned against the outside wall of his room, watching him lay the spread on the floor.Â
The two of you usually climbed the ladder that led to the slanting roof at the very top of the house, but you reckoned the boy in front of you didnât want to risk taking you up there when you were so wasted.Â
Jeno sat down on the blanket once he was done and peeked at you over his shoulder, patting the space beside him. âCome on.âÂ
Pushing yourself off the siding, you stumbled to him, tripping over your feet a bit. You were able to keep your balance, though, and a moment later, you found yourself lying on the blanket next to him.
Your shoulders brushed against each other, the warmth from his body seeping into you. It was summer, but the night air was still chilly, especially now that you were on the roof. You were thankful for the protection Jeno offered against the mild cold.Â
The music was blaring once again now that you were outside, and there were no barriers to deafen it, but the volume barely bothered you. Your eyes were on the stars, trying to identify the constellations.
âI see Orion right there,â Jeno said, pointing at the sky. You followed his finger, and sure enough, there it was. âAnd thereâs Ursa Minor.â He moved his hand after noting that you had recognised Orion.Â
âI donât see it,â you muttered, blinking heavily to clear your sight.Â
âCan you see Polaris?â he asked, glancing at you for a moment.Â
You raised your hand and pointed it at a random star that was nowhere near the one Jeno was referring to. âThere.âÂ
Jeno snorted. âYou could spot Orion, but you canât identify the brightest star in the sky?â Without waiting for a response, your best friend grabbed your arm and directed it to the right star. âThat is Polaris.âÂ
âWoah.â You gaped and lowered your arm. âItâs so shiny.âÂ
Jeno laughed again upon hearing the child-like wonder in your voice. You stargazed often and always challenged each other to see who could identify the most constellations in a minute. He knew the night sky was familiar to you, but seeing you like this reminded Jeno of the first time he brought you to his roof and introduced you to his favourite hobby.Â
âDo you want it?â he teased.Â
Eyes widening, you turned your neck to look at him, your faces so close you could count his lashes. âReally?âÂ
âReally,â he said and pinched your cheek, unable to help himself. âIâll get it for you.âÂ
A wide smile immediately broke across your lips, and you threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. âThank you!â you squealed.Â
Jeno chuckled, a little surprised that you had practically climbed on top of him, and part of him was caged under you now. He didnât mind the sudden intimacy. It had always been his love language; any sort of physical contact with youâbe it comparing hand sizes or carrying you on his backâwarmed his heart.Â
Patting your head, he asked, âYou want me to show you the rest of Ursa Minor?âÂ
âYes.â You nodded into the crook of his neck and peeled yourself away from him, but your head still rested where his shoulder met his arm.Â
Brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen on your face, he averted his gaze to the sky. âPolaris is the tail of The Little Dipper. Now we move towards the left. See the star thatâs above the brightest? Thatâs Delta. Epsilon is above Delta too, but the distance between them is not as much as the distance between the first two. Zeta is belowââÂ
You tuned Jeno out. He was still showing you the stars that made up the constellations, far too invested to notice that you were no longer paying attention to what he was saying and were looking at something much more beautiful instead.Â
Youâd always known your best friend was attractive. Youâd have to be blind to not notice his striking featuresâthey were sharp with a certain softness around the edges. His face always stood out in crowds and demanded peopleâs undivided attention.Â
Rightfully so, you thought to yourself as you admired his perfectly straight nose and the shape of his soft lips, diverting your gaze to his eyes. Youâd always thought they were his best features. They were warm and open and felt like home. It deserves to be appreciated.Â
âPherka, Eta, Kochab and Zeta form aââ
âYouâre prettier.â
Jeno glanced at you, your faces mere inches away and those beautiful eyes peering into yours with slight confusion. âWhat?â
âYou said the stars looked pretty tonight,â you whispered. âI think youâre prettier.â You paused for a moment, as if rethinking your words. Then, âI think youâre the prettiest person in the world.â
A fond smile crept on your best friendâs face, and maybe it was because your ear was in the vicinity of his heart, but you could have sworn you heard it thumping loudly against his ribcage. Lightly bumping his forehead against yours, Jeno whispered back,Â
âI think youâre the prettiest person in the world too.âÂ
03. itâs very easy to fall for them, especially when theyâre always so sweet and caring
The first thing you felt upon regaining your consciousness was pain.Â
Your skull was splitting apart, the little bit of sunlight creeping in through the closed curtains rendering you blind. Nausea was beginning to set in, but your body was so weak that you werenât sure you could make it to the toilet in time.Â
You should have never drunk so much. Not only had you not taken any proper rest after working yourself to exhaustion during your finals, but had also danced to the point you couldnât move your legs. Heck, you couldnât even remember much of the party. You recalled leaving Jeno behind to party with Jaemin, but everything after that was a huge blank slate.Â
The toilet was far away, but you could try reaching the dustbin near the study table instead of just throwing up on the carpet. Groaning, you tried to push yourself up. When that didnât work, you put all strength in your abdomen and threw yourself off the bed.Â
A shockwave of agony passing through your body rendered you immobile on the ground. You moaned in pain and curled in on yourself, covering your mouth with a hand upon tasting bile on your tongue.Â
The door was thrown open, and a worried Jeno gaped at you lying on his roomâs hard floor motionlessly. âWhat the fuck?âÂ
âDustbin,â you croaked with much difficulty, tears springing to your eyes. They hurt so much you wanted to rip them out.Â
Your best friend moved into action immediately. âI kept the dustbin right beside the bed in case you got sick, you blind twat truck. Along with painkillers and water on the table.â Â
You found it in yourself to glare at the boy, but he ignored you. Placing the waste basket in front of you, he helped you up. You gripped the rim as he gathered your hair in his hand and held it up to avoid it getting in the way of your vomit.Â
Right before you emptied the toxins in your body, you managed to say to him, âHow capable do I look to you right now, you stupid toe-licking grinch man?âÂ
Jeno rolled his eyes and rubbed your back with his other hand, patiently waiting for you to finish. Once your heaving stopped, you took the tissue he was holding out for you and wiped your mouth. You felt much better after throwing up but you were still so tired.Â
âCome on.â
You swatted Jenoâs hand away and rested your back on his bed, tucking your legs under your chin. âToo much effort,â you muttered and closed your eyes, willing the headache to go away.
âI was going to carry you to the bed, Y/N,â he said in exasperation.Â
âI just need a moment,â you whispered almost incoherently, wishing he would stop asking you questions when you had no energy to answer. âA moment and an Aspirin.âÂ
There was some shuffling, and then you felt a hand brushing your matted hair out of your face. âHere.â
You peeled your lids open to see Jeno crouched in front of you with water and the painkiller you had asked for. Taking it from his hand, you popped it into your mouth and gulped down some water.Â
For a few moments, you tried to regulate your breathing and calm yourself down. Jeno could tell you were gathering the willpower and strength to climb back on his bed. He wanted to help, but you clearly didnât want it. So, he just watched you silently struggle.
He should have been with you last night; he hated that he wasnât when he had promised to be the sober half. As far as Jeno was concerned, Jaemin was going to get an earful about keeping tabs on how much his friends drank. Never in the two years of friendship had he seen you with such a huge hangover.Â
âFuck,â he heard you curse under your breath. You moaned in pain as you pushed yourself up on trembling arms and fell on his mattress. Sighing, Jeno tucked you in and pressed a chaste kiss on your forehead.Â
âSleep well,â he said and made his way to the door. âIâll wake you up for lunch. Renjun is making grilled sandwiches.âÂ
Your eyes flew open again. Fuck. You were supposed to meet Jimin.Â
âJeno, wait,â you blurted, and he stopped in his tracks. âI was supposed to meet a friend for lunch, but I donât think I can make it. Can you cover for me?âÂ
Your best friend leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest. âWhich friend?âÂ
âJimin.âÂ
âI thought she ghosted you.â He frowned. âNow youâre meeting her for lunch?âÂ
âNo, you are meeting her for lunch. I donât wanna be rude and cancel at the last minute. What if she already left?â
âItâs 10 in the morning.â
âWell, what if she turned down other offers because of the plans we made?âÂ
âShe left an hour ago with Mark after passing out on the couch in Hyuckâs room last night. I doubt sheâs had the time to turn down any other offers. Actually, I think sheâll be glad you cancelled. She looked pretty hungover when she left.â
âWhy are you being so difficult?â you whined, wincing when the throbbing in your head responded to the sudden increase in the volume of your voice. âIâm only asking you for a small favour.âÂ
âIâm not being difficult,â Jeno defended himself and took a few steps towards you. âIâm trying to tell you that you may be overthinking this. Let me send her a text from your phone asking for a reschedule, and we can have some homemade lunch with the guys.âÂ
Sighing heavily, you averted your gaze from his and stared at the ceiling. âI just donât wanna blow this. I think sheâs really cool and Iâd like to get to know her more. Iâm good friends with everyone in our social circle except her. Itâs awkward.âÂ
Jenoâs eyes softened at that. âY/N, youâre not blowing anything. Rescheduling lunch because you both partied till you collapsed is not going to take away any points. Trust me.âÂ
Your best friend was right. You were overthinking this, but you didnât exactly blame yourself. All your efforts to befriend Jimin had been futile till now. You didnât want to do anything that could mess up the friendship that had begun to bloom last night.Â
âFine,â you finally relented. âShoot her a text from my phone. I think itâs in my clothes bagââ you paused, your eyes widening. Lifting Jenoâs duvet in panic, you looked down at yourself. âWho changed my clothes?âÂ
âNingning did!â Jeno answered quickly, the tips of his ears turning a bright red. He couldnât understand why he was freaking outânothing happened.Â
You exhaled in relief, trying to get rid of the alien tingling feeling spreading throughout your body. Your cheeks were hot with embarrassment. âOkay. Well, my phoneâs in my clothes bag.âÂ
Jeno busied himself, rummaging through your backpack that was on his bedside table. What you didnât know, however, was that it was just a front for him to calm himself down. âGot it.â He waved the phone at you. âWhatâs your pin?â
âYour birthday.â
His eyebrows disappeared into his hairline, and a seed of warmth sprouted in his chest. A dizzying sense of affection for you washed over him, drenching him in happiness from head to toe. âReally?âÂ
You nodded and closed your eyes. Turning on your side to get into a more comfortable sleeping position, you buried yourself deeper under his sheets. Yawning, you mumbled, âDay-Month-Year with leading zeros.âÂ
âMy password is your birthday too,â he said quietly after sending Jimin the text. âA lot of them are. Itâs the easiest set of numbers to remember.â
You didnât respond. Jeno didnât mind. He knew youâd already fallen asleep. Keeping your phone on the table, he smiled sadly and stared at your resting figure in longing. âEverything about you is so easy to remember.â
Jeno closed the door behind him as he left, none the wiser about the fact that you were still awake and had heard everything heâd said, your heart beating so fast that you thought it was going to leap out of your chest.Â
Your best friend left, completely unaware of the fact that you were now entertaining the possibility of being in love with him.Â
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01. the green-eyed monster you resent makes an appearance more than youâd like
You genuinely couldnât believe your friend group and their seemingly never-ending social battery.Â
One would think that after a long night of partying, a person would stay at home the next day and take some much-needed rest. Your friends, however, thought it was a good idea to meet up for dinner and decide what to do over the weekend.Â
You didnât bother to remind them of the wonderful invention that was group chats.Â
âWe should drive up to the beach,â Mark suggested, flipping through the menu. âSummer just started, so I donât think there will be a lot of people.âÂ
All of you were seated in a round booth at the back of a diner Chenle said he frequented. You werenât going to lie; you could see why. The setting was very homey, and the cushioning of the sofa was very cosyâyou were almost sure you were going to fall asleep even before your food arrived.Â
Ningning, who was sitting beside Mark, peeked over his shoulder to see what was listed. Minjeong said, âThatâs stupid. The start of summer is exactly when beaches get overcrowded. Most donât get to visit the ocean during the year, so they make a beeline for the beach as soon as break begins.â Â
âTrue,â you heard Jeno say. He leaned back in his seat and put his arm on the cushion behind you. You resisted the urge to lean in. Taking a sip of his water, he continued, âBesides, weâre already going to Jeju Island for a week next month. I donât think we should drive three hours to go to the beach right now.âÂ
âWhat about karaoke?â Jimin piped up. She was sitting on the other side of Minjeong, opposite from Chenle, who was on the other side of the table.Â
âWe donât need an entire weekend for just karaoke,â Chenle pointed out. âWe could do it whenever we want.â
âWell, what aboutââÂ
âHey, can I take your order?â a female voice that was a combination of annoyed, upbeat, friendly and polite interrupted Minjeong. The girl looked a little flustered at being cut off, but she cleared her throat and mumbled a small yeah, just give us a minute.
The waitress did not move, so all of you awkwardly picked up the menu cards and began flipping through them.Â
âThe usual for me, Yuna,â Chenle said, smiling up at her. To diffuse the sudden tension created in the air, he began making small talk with her as she waited.Â
âWhat are you eating?â Jeno asked. He was closer to you now, his eyes scanning the contents of the menu card in your hand over your shoulder.Â
You shrugged. âI donât think Iâm eating anything. Iâm not very hungry.âÂ
Jenoâs eyebrows creased, and he glanced at your face in worry. âYou havenât had anything since lunch. At least drink something.âÂ
âItâs fine.â You dismissed him with a wave of your hand and pushed the card in his direction so he could order whatever he wanted. âI wonât be able to finish anything by myself and I donât wanna waste food.âÂ
âHow about we share?â he insisted. âYou eat however much you want, and Iâll finish the rest. Donât go to sleep on an empty stomach.âÂ
An internal battle began. While Jenoâs suggestion was sensible, you knew he didnât like to share his food with anyone. You remembered a time when he had refused to go on a second date with a girl because she kept nibbling on his meal. You didnât want him to do something he hated just for your sake.Â
âReally, itâs fine,â you repeated. âYou go ahead andââ
âHey, Y/N,â Yeji called, making you divert your attention to her. âYou wanna share a triple-decker chicken sandwich? Chenle said this place is famous all over town for that dish.âÂ
You had to admit, a triple-decker chicken sandwich did sound tasty. But youâd just turned down Jeno, so you didnât wanna say yes to Yeji. Shaking your head, you once again said, âIâm not hungry.â
âWhy arenât you hungry?â Mark frowned, overhearing your conversation. The rest of your friend group looked at you in concern. Ningning asked, âAre you okay?âÂ
You groaned. The last thing you wanted to do was explain to everyone why you didnât have an appetite. âIâm okay. Iâm just not hungry because I had a lot for lunch.â
âThatâs a lie,â Jeno commented unhelpfully, and you smacked his shoulder hard in retaliation. He winced, rubbing the area of attack. âHey!âÂ
âShut up!â you exclaimed. Taking a deep breath, you said to everyone with as little annoyance in your voice as you could, âPlease just order what you want. I still feel a little weird after last nightâs party, and I donât think I can stomach anything right now.â Before anyone could reply, you added, âIâm going to the restroom. Be right back.âÂ
Yeji looked a little stunned, but she got up from her seat and let you leave the booth when you requested her to move. Locking yourself in one of the stalls, you clutched your stomach and curled in on yourself, closing your eyes.Â
Your period cramps were especially painful this time. Maybe it was because of last nightâs exertion, but your cycle was early too. Your stomach was in too many knots for you to even think about eating anything.Â
The washroomâs door opened, and you heard soft footsteps trudging towards you. Knocking on the only occupied stallâs door, a female voice asked, âIs everything okay, Y/N?âÂ
âYeah,â you croaked, feeling tears burning your eyes. âEverythingâs fine, Jimin. I just have period cramps, thatâs all.âÂ
âOh.â There was silence for a moment. âI have painkillers. Do you want them?âÂ
Exhaling through your mouth, you wiped your moist cheeks and stepped out of the stall. âSure.â
Jimin smiled at you reassuringly and handed you a wet wipe, looping her arm through yours. âDonât worry. I got you.â
Your heart swelled with happiness and gratitude. Youâd wanted to connect with her for so long, and it finally felt like you were getting somewhere this time. Maybe you were being overemotional due to your fluctuating hormones, but you wanted to pull her into a hug.
âOh, also,â you started a little sheepishly, âI wanted to apologise in person about cancelling on you earlier today. I drank and partied more than I should have. I thought about sending Jeno to cover for me, but he pointed out that it would have been awkward for you to see him when you were expecting me.â
âWoah, wait!â she gaped and took a step away from you. The shock on her face surprised you for a moment, but the feeling didnât last long. âYouâre kidding me! You should have kept insisting, Y/N! A lunch date would have been the perfect way for us to get closer!â
âI donât think he would have considered the lunch a date because he was just a stand-in for me,â you said awkwardly, and threw the used wipe in the dustbin.Â
Jimin waved you away as you walked out of the restroom and back to your booth. âI mean, yeah, it wouldnât have been an official date, but it would have given me the opportunity to ask him out on a real one.â
âRight.â Â
You hated the way you sounded. You hated the way your stomach churned, and your mood dropped. You hated that someone was pursuing Jeno. You hated that you were being forced to play Cupid, all thanks to your strong refusal to admit your feelings and the friendship you wanted to build with the girl next to you.Â
âOh, my God!â Jimin exclaimed, too immersed in her own fantasies to have noticed the change in your tone and demeanour. âI can make up for the missed opportunity by sitting next to him right now! You wouldnât mind, would you?âÂ
You did mind. The idea of her making a move on your best friend made you want to dig a hole and cry. God, you were being so pathetic. This was completely unlike you, and you despised the way you were acting. You had to pull yourself together immediately.Â
Besides, it wasnât like you were ever going to explore these newfound feelings you had for Jeno. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin your friendship. Forcing an encouraging smile on your face, you said, âUm, sure! Thatâs a really good idea.â
âTook you guys long enough,â Chenle commented once you returned.Â
You raised an eyebrow. âDid you have any other places to be?âÂ
âI mean I was worried.â He rolled his eyes. âWe ordered food while you were gone. You sure you donât want anything, Y/N?âÂ
âYep,â you said, popping the last letter. âScoot over and make space for us.âÂ
Yeji got up again and stood to the side as Jimin, and you slid into the booth. âThe two of you better not make me get up again. Iâm not budging even if you need to take a big dump.âÂ
âSorry,â you muttered, smiling at her sheepishly. Making yourself comfortable, you grabbed your glass of water and dipped a straw in it, idly sipping the liquid.Â
Jenoâs gaze caught yours from behind Jiminâs back. He pointed at her with a frown on his face and mouthed, âWhy is she sitting beside me?âÂ
You waved him away and turned your attention to the rest of your friends. âPlease tell me you guys finally decided what weâre doing over the weekend.â
âWe did,â Mark piped up. âWeâre thinking of going to an amusement park and then a water park.â
Jimin frowned. âWonât those places be crowded as well?âÂ
âWe just need to accept that most destinations will be. Everyoneâs on break, so it doesnât matter where we go. There will be people everywhere.âÂ
You agreed with Minjeong. âAmusement park it is. Can we hit the bars at night?â
âIt wonât be much of a trip if we donât.â Ningning grinned. âYou sure you want to go clubbing so soon though? You were completely wasted when Jeno called me to his room and made me change your clothes last night.â
Mark snickered. âAre you scared of changing your own girlfriendâs clothes, Jeno?â Â
Silence. No one spoke.Â
NingNing was staring at Mark incredulously, and Yeji seemed to be suffering through an extreme case of second-hand embarrassment. Chenle pretended to flip through the menu while Minjeong grabbed her phone and scrolled through the apps on her home screen in an attempt to look busy.Â
Jimin whirled to face you so fast that you wondered how her neck hadnât snapped. You couldnât even dare to look at Jeno to see what reaction Markâs words had evoked out of him.Â
Laughing awkwardly, you asked, âWho said weâre dating?âÂ
âYouâre kidding me, right?â Mark scoffed in disbelief. âYou guys are so bad at keeping your relationship private. Everyone knows thereâs something going on between the two of you.âÂ
âIs that true?â Jeno asked, but no one present at the table dared to meet his gaze. âDo all of you think thereâs something going on between Y/N and me?âÂ
âI meanâŚ.â Chenle began, dragging the word out. âYou both are very close. People who claim to be just friends donât cross the boundaries you two step all over everyday. But weâve never seen you kiss either, so weâre not sure if youâre dating secretly orâŚâÂ
âYou guys are crazy,â you interrupted. âStop speculating about our relationship. Itâs weird.â Turning to face a very betrayed-looking Jimin, you enunciated, âJeno and I are just friends. Thatâs all there is to us.â
âYeah,â Jeno added, glancing at you. âY/N and I will only ever be friends. Thereâs no way I would date her. I donât find her attractive in a romantic way.âÂ
Feeling a knot form in your heart and anger bubble in the pit of your stomach, you snapped, âSame. Jenoâs not even my type. I wouldnât get together with him if we were the only people left on Earth.âÂ
Your friends exchanged knowing glances, and poor Jimin, who was stuck sitting between Jeno and you, made an attempt to diffuse the tension. âOkay, guys. We get it.âÂ
âIâm not sure you do,â Jeno hissed, staring all your friends down. âI can see your damn faces. The only way youâre going to believe Iâm not into Y/N is if I prove it to you by going out with someone else.âÂ
Minjeong began, âThatâs notââÂ
âNo, heâs right,â you fumed. Under the table, your hand curled into a fist. âThe only way you guys are going to get this stupid image of Jeno and me being together romantically is if we date other people.âÂ
âThe two of you are overreacting!â Yeji exclaimed. âThereâs no need to get so defensive! We were wrong for assuming, and Mark was an idiot for opening his fat mouth. Iâm sure you both would have told us if there was something. Weâre all sorry.âÂ
There was a chorus of agreement on the table. Everyone genuinely seemed to be apologeticâexcept Mark, who was glaring at Yeji and looked mad for being called an idiot. His eyes met yours, and a sheepish smile took form on his lips.Â
You huffed a small laugh and shook your head, but your heart was still in knots. There was a certain hollowness in the pit of your stomach. You felt sick and anxious.Â
Did Jeno really have to say all those hurtful things just to convince your friends about your platonic relationship? He didnât need to sound so offended and make your mutual denial a competition.Â
Sure, you were the one who had declared there would never be anything more than just friendship between Jeno and you, but he didnât have to cross the line by saying you werenât appealing to him.Â
Besides, youâd said what youâd said for Jimin. You didnât actually mean the words that left your mouth. Considering the emotions youâd been feeling recently, it would be a lie to claim you didnât hope for a different sort of future with Jeno.Â
It didnât matter anyway. A romantic relationship between the two of you wasnât practical. Your best friend had never so much as hinted at wanting something more.Â
In a twisted way, you were glad he said those wounding things. You needed to be pulled back to reality.
âHey, Jeno,â you heard Jimin say once the food arrived and everyone started eating. âI was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch and watch a movie sometime this week?âÂ
Bile rose to your throat. You hoped to God he would say no. You didnât care if you were being a shitty person; you didnât think you could take any more of this torture.Â
âAre you asking me out on a date?â
Your eyes were trained on your glass of water, but you didnât need to look at him to know he was surprised. As much as you hated eavesdroppers, you couldnât stop yourself from wanting to learn where this conversation was going.Â
âI am.â Jimin chuckled nervously.
Jeno didnât reply immediately. The rest of your friends were engaged in their own discussions with the people sitting next to them. The table wasnât silent by any means, but the only things you could hear were Jimin waiting for his answer with bated breath and the pounding of your heart in your chest.Â
Then, âI would be honoured.â
Oh, you were most definitely going to throw up.
02. you fall for them
You hadnât talked to Jeno ever since dinner with your group.
He hadnât reached out to you, and you hadnât tried to contact him either. Youâd received a text from Jimin the next day about the specifics of her date with Jeno. They were supposed to meet up for lunch at a restaurant near your college campus and then go out to watch some sappy rom-com.Â
He didnât even care for rom-coms. Youâd begged him to watch one with you countless times and heâd always turned you down. Part of you wondered if he knew Jimin was updating you about everything and he was purposely pulling this shit to get back at you.Â
But you dismissed the notion immediately. No way were you so dense and self-centred. Maybe Jeno genuinely was into Jimin.Â
Your phone began ringing, and you rolled over on your bed, blindly searching for it on your bedside table. God, you hated being woken up in the middle of your afternoon naps. It almost always guaranteed a headache.Â
âHello,â you said groggily, your throat raw and dry. âWho is this?âÂ
âOh! Did I wake you up?â It was Jimin. She sounded upbeat. Your heart sank. âIâm so sorry!âÂ
Pushing yourself up, you rubbed the gunk out of your eyes and made your way to the window. The darkness made you bump into the corner of your study table, and you bit down on your lip to keep a yelp from escaping. Hobbling, you threw the curtains open and said, âNo worries. My alarm was just about to ring. How was the date?âÂ
Laughter bubbled from the other end of the phone line. âIt was cool! He is a really good guy. No wonder everyone is head over heels for him. He opened the door for me, didnât let me spend any money even though I asked him out, was an excellent listener, called me pretty and beautiful, and drove me back home. Oh, God, and the eye-contact? It made him a hundred times sexier.âÂ
Seems legit, you thought to yourself. Jeno had always been a gentleman. The other girls youâd set him up with had pretty much given you the same feedback. Part of you felt relieved that this date hadnât been any different than the others heâd been on.Â
Except the rom-com part, of course. For the life of you, you couldnât figure out why he would agree to something he hated.Â
âAh, Iâm happy for you, Jimin!â you exclaimed, trying your best to mean what you said. Your own words tasted like ash on your tongue. âAre you guys going on a second date?âÂ
âIâm not sure, to be honest. He said he had a great time with me, but when I tried to ask him out again, he just hugged me. That took me by surprise, and I kinda just forgot.â She laughed. âI know good dates usually end with a kiss, but the fact that he didnât go for one didnât bother me.â
âOh,â you mumbled. Sitting on the ledge of your window, you asked, âThat sounds nice. Do you think youâll try asking him again?â
The last thing you expected her to say was no. And the way she said it⌠she didnât sound sad or upset or disappointed. She sounded like herself. She sounded the way one would when they talked about the weather.Â
It confused you. Didnât Jimin just say the date was really good? She sounded so happy and delighted. Why was she backing out now?
âIâI donât get it,â you sputtered. âI thought you were into him. I thought you had a great time today. Why arenât you going to ask him out again? Did something else happenâ?â
âCalm down.â She chuckled. âNothing happened.âÂ
âHuh? Then whatâs the problem?â
âNothing happened,â she repeated. âThatâs the problem. I like Jeno. Heâs attractive, funny and caring. Heâs everything a girl would want in a guy. But there was no spark between us. I had a great time with him, but hanging out today didnât feel any different than usual. It felt like I was hanging out with a good friend, not with a potential romantic interest.
âI was looking forward to exploring what I felt for him. Turns out, it was just physical attraction. It also turns out that he wasnât into me at all. If it wasnât obvious the night we all went out for dinner, it was glaringly clear today. I think part of the reason he said yes was that he didnât want to hurt my feelings,â she added. âThe otherâmajorâpart was that heâs in love with someone else, and I would rather die than be a homewrecker.â  Â
âOh,â you said again. You didnât know how to respond to that. What did she mean Jeno is in love with someone else? You didnât dare focus on the last part of what sheâd said. You didnât dare hope that the person she was referring to was you. âWell, Iâm sorry it didnât work out between the two of you. Iâm sure youâll find someone else easily. Youâre a delight. Anyone would be lucky to date you.â
Jimin laughed again. âIf you werenât in love with Jeno too, Y/N, I would have thought you were into me.âÂ
It took a second for the words to register, but when they did, you felt your heart drop to your stomach. Forcing yourself to laugh, you croaked, âWhatever do you mean?âÂ
Saying that was a mistake. You should not have asked her to elaborate. She was going to make you come to terms with your feelings, and all the time and effort youâd spent denying and trying to get rid of them was going to go down the drain.Â
Before she could speak, you made a static sound with your mouth. Then, you pretended that the connection was really bad. âWhaâhearâyou. Tryâback. Hellâ?âÂ
You hung up before Jimin could call you out on your bullshit. A moment later, you saw a text pop up.Â
[jimin]: that was soooo unsubtle [y/n]: idk what ur talking ab!!!!!!! [jimin]: sure [jimin]: also a tiny heads up [jimin]: i told jeno to stop being a pussy and an asshole so heâs on his way 2 ur place now [y/n]: WHAT THE FUCK [jimin]: iâm going 2 pretend u said thank u [jimin]: donât forget ab our dinner date tmrw [jimin]: have fun <3Â
It was crazy how the bell rang almost immediately after you read the last text. You wondered if the timing was planned and that Jimin had told Jeno to wait till she gave him the go-ahead.Â
You trudged to the front door and took a deep breath before opening it.
âHey,â Jeno mumbled with a small smile. His hair was ruffled, as if he had run his hands through it several times. âCan I come in?âÂ
Biting the inside of your cheek, you nodded and moved out of the way to make space for him to step inside. He shoved his hands inside the pockets of his jeans and stood awkwardly.Â
âYou can sit,â you said, feeling the corners of your lips curl up in amusement.Â
He sighed and wove his fingers through his strands again. âNot before I apologise for my behaviour. I was completely out of line that day,â he said. âI shouldnât have said those things. I didnât mean them.âÂ
âSo you donât think Iâm unattractive?âÂ
You meant to tease him, but the next thing you knew, he was standing toe-to-toe with you, a desperate and guilt-ridden expression adorning his face. âGod, no. Youâre the most beautiful person I have ever seen. I only said that because⌠because I knew it would hurt you.âÂ
Jeno was standing too close to you. You could barely breathe, much less think. But that didnât stop you from asking, âWhy would you want to hurt me?âÂ
He didnât answer for what felt like an entire minute. He only kept staring at you, an internal battle raging inside him. Then, he let loose a breath of frustration and moved away. He refused to look at you, and your patience kept slipping with each moment that passed.Â
Right when you thought it would snap, Jeno spoke up, âIt hurt me when you said you and I would only ever be friends. I know how stupid it sounds, but it really did. For years, Iâd been pining after you and hoping that maybe we could be something more in the future. I felt like an idiot when I realised wouldnât ever view me in that light.Â
âYou got so defensive when Chenle said all our friends were suspicious of us being in a secret relationship. I couldnât help but wonder if you felt disgusted at the idea of us being together. I got angry at myself for being naive and said those horrible things without even realising.âÂ
You didnât know what to say. This was the second time youâd been rendered speechless in the past thirty minutes. It was one revelation after the other; you were having a hard time keeping up.
âYouâyou like me?â you stuttered.Â
Jeno laughed humourlessly and looked you dead in the eyes. âI love you, Y/N.âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âYes.âÂ
You took a step back. âNo, no, no, noââ
âYes,â he pressed. âIâm sorry that I do. I know this changes everything, but I couldnât keep it in anymore. I justââ
âWhy would you go out with Jimin if you⌠if you love me?â you whispered.Â
âPartly to see your reaction and partly in an attempt to get over you,â he admitted. âIt didnât work. I justâI just couldnât stop thinking about you the entire time I was with her. I felt so guilty for saying such terrible things because I couldnât deal with my emotions and come to terms with reality. Iâm really sorry, Y/N.âÂ
You swallowed the lump in your throat. âIâm sorry too.â
âYou donât have to apologise for not loving me backââ
âThatâs not what Iâm apologising for,â you interrupted and walked towards him until your abdomens were touching. âIâm apologising for not seeing it sooner. Iâm apologising for encouraging Jimin to ask you out even though it killed me. Iâm apologising for denying my feelings time and time again. Iâm apologising for saying we would only ever be friends. The last thing I want is for our relationship to be platonic.âÂ
Jeno was barely breathing. âWhat are you saying?âÂ
âIâm saying I love you too, Lee Jeno,â you mumbled and stood on your toes, cupping cheeks with your palms. âIâm saying I want you to kiss me.âÂ
The words didnât register immediately, but his lips were on yours the moment they did.Â
Jenoâs arm snaked around your waist, and he pulled you closer. His hand grabbed your neck from behind, and he tilted his neck to the side, deepening the kiss.Â
Your breath hitched in your throat. All you could feel was him. Your nerve-endings were short-circuiting, and pure adrenaline was coursing through your veins. You didnât think youâd ever been as satisfied and euphoric as you were right now.
Jenoâs lips slotted with yours perfectly. You smiled to yourself upon realising he tasted like chocolates. Your best friend always ate a piece before any event he deemed to be very important. He claimed they gave him good luck.Â
Letting go of one of his cheeks, you grabbed the round collar of his shirt and pressed your mouth harder against his. The nights youâd spent wondering how kissing him would feel and then hating yourself immediately for having such thoughts amounted to this.Â
You didnât want to hold back.Â
But you had to ask him a question. It didnât matter how stupid or ridiculous it was; you wanted to know the answer. So, you broke the kiss and inquired with your body still tangled with his, âWhy the hell did you agree to watch a rom-com with Jimin?âÂ
âReally?â he asked exasperatedly. âYou wanna talk about Jimin while weâre making out?âÂ
âI wanna know why you watched a rom-com with her when Iâve been begging you to watch one with me for so long,â you corrected.Â
Jeno was silent for a moment, as if contemplating whether or not to tell you. You raised an eyebrow. âWell,â he started, blowing out a breath. âShe told me you set her up with me, and it pissed me off even more. I knew sheâd tell you all about our date, so I suggested we watch a rom-com. I knew youâd be riled up once you realised.âÂ
You snorted. Who knew? You werenât actually being a self-centred narcissist when you suspected the same. âYouâre an idiot. I was already riled up you were going out with her.âÂ
âOh, yeah?â he teased. âWhyâd you encourage her in the first place then?â
âHonestly, at first, I thought I could use you to further my friendship with her,â you admitted. Jeno scoffed in disbelief. âYeah, I know. That was kinda shitty of me. But when I realised I was falling for you, I pushed her to pursue you in an attempt to convince myself I was not into you. That obviously backfired and did the very opposite. I was horribly miserable. I wanted to shoot myself everytime I heard her gush about you.âÂ
He smirked. âShe gushed about me?âÂ
âOh, get over yourself.â You shoved his shoulder playfully. âHowâd you end up here after your date? Jimin texted me that you were coming.â
âTough, but Iâll try.â He laughed. âShe was probably able to tell how disinterested I was. After the date when I dropped her home and hugged her instead of kissing her, she just confronted me and asked if I was in love with you. Then told me to not bother answering because it was obvious. She said she didnât want to get in the middle of us and threatened to kick my ass if I didnât come here to make amends immediately.âÂ
You grinned. âOh, the things I would have done to witness that scene.âÂ
âIt was scary.â Jeno frowned. âShe hit my shoulder really hard when I said I was in love with you and called me an idiot for going out with her. I think she was angry at herself too for being oblivious to our situationship. It was one of the weirdest dates Iâve ever been on.âÂ
âJimin actually said she had a great time with you. She told me it was nice.â
âReally?â he asked, sounding surprised.Â
You placed a chaste kiss on Jenoâs mouth. âHmm, I wonder how good the best date youâve ever been on would be then.âÂ
He chased your lips and kissed you back deeply. Caressing your cheekbone with stars twinkling in his eyes, Jeno said, âI guess weâll know when I take you out.â
âNo way, are you officially asking me out on a date, Lee Jeno?â you asked, and let out a fake gasp.Â
âDamn right I am,â he declared. âI donât want the amusement park trip with our friends to be our first day out as a couple. Do you wanna grab some food tomorrow afternoon? We can go to the trampoline park before that.âÂ
You smiled softly. âThat sounds wonderful. But,â you added. âNo more flirting with restaurant staff for free food, or Iâll go ballistic on you.âÂ
Jeno laughed, and you thought it was the most beuatiful sound you had ever heard. His chest rumbled with the force of it, his eyes creasing to look like small crescent moons. Slipping his hand into yours, he squeezed once.Â
âWouldnât even dream of it.âÂ
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PERVERT!JENO
genre/cw: pervert!jeno, smut, roommates au, slight dubcon (recording and clicking pictures)
warning: 18+ content, minors dni
Pervert!Jeno whoâs the sweetest person youâve ever met, always ready to help you as a roommate but also making sure you donât feel uncomfortable around him. Thatâs simply his strategy to make sure youâre comfortable around him, just so he can put up a sweet smile and manipulate you into thinking that his sweet gestures, such as long hugs and smiles thrown your way when you look at him, are normal when in reality, heâs simply trying to memorize your scent and ogle at your body, his eye smile making it seem harmless.
Pervert!Jeno who knows the exact time you return back from your classes and go into your room to change. He pretends to not be at home just so you donât bother closing the door to your room, keeping it slightly ajar, enough for him to tiptoe and watch you get out of your jeans and shirt, standing in front of the air conditioner to get some cool air, giving him the perfect view of your bodyâproviding him with something to think about while jerking off later.
Pervert!Jeno who loves giving you gifts which majorly consist of stuffed toys and plushies. At first he started by adding a voice recorder to your toy, which gave him the perfect and clear recordings of your moans whenever you touched yourself or in cases where you bring a guy to get fuckedâwhich he hates, but the pretty noises you make drives him insane to the point he makes a mess all over his hands, the cum painting his chest when he reached his high listening to you.
Pervert!Jeno who feels even more motivated to step up his game and see your body in short dresses and skirts, which is something he buys in bulk around the time of your birthday, knowing well youâll be wearing those, and you do exactly that. The skirt is so short, it doesnât do much to hide anything, and heâs sly, keeping a hand on your thigh while watching a movie seems innocent enough to you, but to him? Heâs living the best life caressing and rubbing your inner thighs, because he knows that soon, youâll end up feeling the need to touch yourself thinking about him.
Pervert!Jeno who accidentally enters your room when you strip down to change, acting his best to pretend that he didnât do it on purpose, shielding his eyes using his fingers with enough gap to look at your tits and cunt, the cunt he so desperately wants to fuck and claim. He would stay for a few seconds before leaving the room, apologizing softly, but heâs not sorry in the slightest.
Pervert!Jeno who loves to click pictures, having a small camera with him at all times. Heâs clicked numerous pictures of you and so, you donât question it whenever you hear the camera shutter, not even knowing that heâs an expert when it comes to hiding and capturing the most intimate moments of you. The media helps him jerk off, especially when he sprays your perfume on the stolen panties of yours, which he got from the laundry and wrapping it around his thick, veiny cock. He loves to soil them up, wishing that youâd wear a panty full of his cum someday.
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wicked games! â
[ l.jn ]
{đ} jeno : letâs play a game. you like games, right?
[â] pairing. perv!jeno x f!reader, mentions of bf!chenle x gf!reader
[â] genre. smut | dubcon + cheating au
[â] wc. 4.1k
[â] warnings. explicit content (mdni), heavy dubcon elements (donât like it, donât read.), infidelity, jeno is a perv, manhandling, voyeurism, dacryphilia, forced kissing, harddom!jeno, fingering, pussy slapping, dirty talk, degradation, oral (m. receiving), throat fucking, use of words like âslutâ and âwhoreâ, slapping, lots of spit, hair pulling, forced submission, implied sex, implied breeding, i think thatâs it but pls lmk if i forgot smth!
[â] notes. i donât condone any of this, if you donât like it, just donât read it! a little darker than my usual work, but happy (late) jeno day!! not super proofread but this was meant to be a drabble and i got a little carried awayâŚbut iâm also thinking of a part 2? idk âźď¸ anyways pls donât interact with my work unless ur 18+ thank u!!!
from the second your closed fist meets the door, you know this was a mistake.
this is not to say that you thought it was a fantastic idea before, spending over an hour just tossing and turning in bed in utter turmoil over the thoughts in your head. turning over to your left, you were greeted with the sight of your boyfriend chenle, sleeping soundlessly with slightly parted lips, arm wrapped around an extra pillow tightly. he wears a plain, white shirt along with a pair of checkered boxers, an outfit he slipped on after getting out of the shower and into bed.
you don't know where it went sour. you don't know when watching a show and cuddling you to sleep became him sleeping right after his shower with an arm wrapped around a pillow. you donât know when the last time he touched you was. and you donât remember when you started noticing jeno.
and youâve noticed the looks, too. heâs not particularly shy about it either, so itâs some kinda of a miracle that chenle hasnât seen him yet. when chenle first introduced you to his friends, you immediately liked every one of them except jeno. you couldnât explain it at all, he hadnât done anything outright bad but something about him just didnât sit right with you. maybe it was the lingering glances, the way he shamelessly checked you out, the cleverly hidden but distinctly predatory look in his eyes when he surveyed you, even in front of other people.
jeno was chenleâs roommate, which meant you were around him a lot. you didnât mind at all, initially, even seeking him out at home to strike up a conversation, or offer him a bit of something you had just baked for chenle. it was when you started becoming aware of the looks, of how his hand lingered on the small of your back when passing you by in the kitchen, of how his eyes scanned your legs when you wore shorts. you think the final straw was when you accidentally walked in on him watching some pretty rough porn in his room, which you only entered to return a pair of socks that got mixed up with yours and chenleâs laundry. in your defense, the door was ajar while he knew you were home, but what really got to you was the fact that he never even paused the video or tried to hide the tent in his pants when you walked in, just nonchalantly thanking you for giving his socks back. you didnât miss the way his eyes roamed the expanse of your body for a couple seconds before you left the room awkwardly, making sure to shut the door.
at first, you were uncomfortable. you debated telling chenle in your head numerous times, but your lack of concrete evidence made you think twice. was it fair to try and turn chenle against one of his best friend over a simple feeling you got? maybe not, you thought. but that feeling never went away. jeno made sure that it was persistent, made you feel like you needed to constantly look over your shoulder, until that uncomfortable feeling kind of morphed into a defeated one. you realised that at this stage, jeno wasnât going to ever do anything. he had his chances too, so you figured that if he was ever planning to cross a line, he would have done it by now.
so you accepted that he was nothing more than a pervert and there was nothing you could do about it. that was up until a week or two ago, before you found yourself looking at jeno in a different light for the first time. it was no secret that your relationship with chenle was souring, diminishing before your eyes yet neither of you ever brought it up. instead you both sank into your miserable routine of tolerating each other, choosing to coexist peacefully instead of talking it out like you would have initially.
maybe you started hating chenle. maybe it was the empty space between your bodies, or how cold your hands felt nowadays that filled your heart with such bitterness, or maybe it was the fact that your body was throbbing, just aching and begging to be touched, that made you think all these thoughts that would have never crossed your mind before. like the animosity you felt towards chenle. and the curiosity you felt about jeno.
forcing yourself to tear your eyes away from chenleâs sleeping figure, you find yourself in front of jenoâs door, hand raised and closed in a fist like you had just knocked. your heart is pounding throughout your body, in disbelief over what you were doing. it takes him maybe ten seconds to open the door but it feels like an eternity, an undeniable feeling of dread pooling in your stomach over a situation you put yourself in. his eyebrow is raised when he opens it, one hand on his door handle and the other resting against its frame, towering over you in a way that already makes you feel small.
âcan i help you?â
can he? you donât answer, mouth opening in an attempt to speak but no sound leaves it. he inclines his head as if to urge you to say something, a bored expression on his face. jeno is attractive. you canât even deny that. he wears a black tank top that stretches over his wide chest, a pair of loose sweatpants paired with it. the muscles of the arm holding on to the doorframe bulge, a gulp going down your throat as you look at it and look away.
he releases an annoyed sigh to snap you out of your thoughts, hand coming down to grip your forearm, all but yanking you into his room. you donât even have time to react, already shoved near his bed when he turns around, arms crossed as he stands in front of the door in a way that could block your exit. you should have known he wasnât going to pass up a moment with you alone.
but still, you try and explain the situation away. ât-the wi-fi passwordâŚâ, you explain with a nervous chuckle, feigning indifference as you remain near his bed, a good amount of distance between your bodies. âi need the um, wi-fi password.â
you donât even have your phone. the realisation hits the both of you at the same time, your mouth falling open a little while he looks incredulous, a disbelieving smirk on his lips. âthe wi-fi password. you didnât already have it?â, he counters, taking a step towards you. âfrom all the times you been in this house?â
you take a step back along with him, a blush coating your cheeks at how stupid heâs making you feel. âthere must be something wrong with my p-phoneâ, you hate the way you stutter, wincing as you poorly argued back.
âyou couldnât ask chenle?â
âheâs asleepâŚâ. itâs weak, but you have to try.
he finds this amusing apparently, because he repeats your statement after you, and your body freezes when she shuts his door. âheâs asleepâŚâ
all you can offer him is a quick nod, but he sees right through you.
âyou didnât even bring your phone, dollâ, he snickers, mockery just dripping from his tone and leaves you feeling vulnerable. âcome on, cut the shit, what did you really want?â
at the present moment, you want nothing more than to leave, but your body is unmoving. âiâŚâ, you start but you almost run out of breath when he takes a couple more firm steps in your direction. âwhat?â, heâs mocking you, and you feel that in order to be a comfortable distance away from him, you need to be sitting on his bedâ a decision you immediately regret.
heâs in front of you in an instance, but makes no move to touch you. youâre face-to-face with his crotch from your position on the bed, and you have to look away to the side, heart pumping in your ears. âwe both know why youâre really here, y/n.â
itâs a statement, but he looks like heâs expecting an answer, one that you canât give him. you do look up at him though, and the look that crosses over his face makes your blood run cold. itâs all too intense for you, and you look back down, but what you see makes you blanch, not knowing which direction to look now. how is he so hard?
it should disgust you, the sight of his hand reaching down to grip his thick cock right in front of your face, but it doesnât. your heart is still pounding as fast as ever, but your eyes flick back to his when he practically moans your name, leaning away from him a little. âat least pretend youâre not enjoying thisâ, he practically spits and itâs so demeaning, him looking at you like youâre the dirty one. you start to shake your head and he mockingly mimics you, scoffing when your eyes turn pleading.
much to your surprise, he takes a step, albeit small, away from you, arms folding across his chest again. your first instinct is to get up and just make a run for it, but your body is in no mood to comply. maybe itâs the fear, but a part of you think itâs from that funny feeling in your stomach, one that used to make you recoil but appears to not work now. you also donât fully believe that heâll just let you walk out now. it seems like he recognises this, speaking up when your eyes dart from the door to his body.
âstand up.â
your eyes glance between his like theyâre searching for something behind the crazed look. your body follows that demand however, nervously picking yourself up from your safe spot on the bed. he motions with his finger for you to come closer, but when you hesitate, his hand closes around your neck faster than you can react. youâre now directly in front of his face, close enough to see every mole, every eyelash. when he reaches his arms out to you, youâre quick to move away but heâs even quicker, grabbing ahold of your waist tightly anyway, holding you in place.
noticing the tears pricking your eyes, jeno lips curve into a fake pout, leaning down to kiss at the corners of your eyes. âi bet you look so pretty when you cry.â
of course this is what was always going to happen, of course. but you knew that. why else did you come here? the countless number of nights you lay awake next to chenle, just wishing he would touch you like he used to instead of falling asleep silently. that unnerving feeling jeno always used to give you, like he was just waiting patiently for his chance to strike. this was an ugly situation that you had gotten yourself into knowingly, and jeno looked like he was getting bored of giving you chances.
with the knowledge that he was finally alone with you away from prying eyes, he smashes his lips on to yours, not stopping even when you cry out weakly against his lips, caging you in with his body as you try and fail to push him away.
you do this because it hits you that you are actively cheating on your boyfriend, even though you didnât exactly initiate it. with the situation looking as compromising as it does, your mind gets cloudy as you try to think of how you could appear completely faultless. jeno is relentless still, using every gasp and whimper as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, knowing heâs won when he finally feels your arms relax a little against his chest.
when he pinches the skin of your ass tightly between his fingers as a kind of warning, you kiss him back somewhat reluctantly, but no one asks you to slip your tongue over his. he groans into your mouth when he feels your fingers digging into the bare skin of his arm, the hand that wasnât holding you in place coming up to roughly grope one of your breasts. this makes you cry out feebly into the kiss, arching a little into his touch against your will when he slips the hand under your (technically, chenleâs) shirt to continue his ministrations.
the thought of chenle makes your eyes snap open immediately, freeing yourself of the heated kiss now that your head wasnât being held in place. this is wrong. itâs like you have now come to your senses, but the look of determination in jenoâs eyes tells you that youâve come to that realisation much too late. âjeno, we- i canât, chenle-â
itâs clear that he doesnât appreciate you breaking the kiss, pinching your nipple harshly before removing his hand from under your shirt to instead grip your jaw tightly. âoh, now you wanna think about chenle?â, he seethes, forcing your face in front of his, tongue darting out of his mouth to lick at your bottom lip. âwhen you came in here this late at night, practically begging me to fuck you?â
heâs sick, heâs twisted, you think, because you were certainly not begging him to fuck you, but you canât deny that you came here searching for some kind of trouble. and now you got it.
this feels like itâs some kind of dream, though nightmare would be more fitting, one of those paralysing dreams where it takes immense effort to control your body.
you shake your head ânoâ and jeno tuts in faux sympathy, an action that you hate to admit causes some heat to pool in your stomach. âletâs play a game. you like games, right?â
youâre sure you donât want to play whatever game he has in mind, but you understand that heâs specking rhetorically, your opinion on the matter has no place in this world. âif i put my hand in your panties, and theyâre in perfect condition, you can leave and forget this even happenedâ, he quips like youâre ever going to be able to forget this, smiling at you with no light in his eyes. âbutâŚâ
you were expecting the âbutâ yet it still gives you chills, standing frozen in place when he runs his hand up and down your front lightly.
âif i find that someoneâs ruined her panties for meâŚâ, he trails off, stopping his hand at the waistband of your shorts, smirking when he feels your body tense. the heat of your body is basically radiating off you, and you know thereâs no stopping him now when he looks up at you with a knowing smile. âi think i know what iâm gonna find.â
the next thing you know, youâre crying out against his chest, his arms holding your slackening body up as his fingers slip in and out of you easily. you knew you had lost this battle from the moment you knocked on his door, and jeno basks in his victory when he feels you clench around his fingers, licking and biting his away around your neck. âno marks, jeno, pleaseâ, you plead with him, eyes widening in fear at the thought of chenle seeing the evidence of your pathetic behaviour. âshut up and take what iâm giving youâ, is the clear answer you receive along with a sharp slap to your exposed ass, your pants and underwear long gone as jeno works his fingers in you.
he bunches your shirt up above your breasts, releasing a whistle when he sees that you arenât wearing a bra. âyou were just waiting for me, werenât you, you fucking whoreâ, jeno growls, and you think heâs truly deluded himself into believing everything he says, and itâs starting to seep on to you. your body jolts when he slaps your bare cunt three times in a row, like heâs punishing you for making him do this. âcoming here with no bra on, just so fucking tight and ready to take me.â
heâs talking to himself at this point, because none of the sounds coming out of your mouth are coherent. jenoâs hand is forceful and quick, lips attached to your nipple and drilling two fingers into you at an angle that has you dropping your head into the crook of his neck to muffle the sinful noises youâre releasing. he sucks harshly at your nipple, letting his teeth graze against the sensitive tip, and youâre in tears, the sensation proving to be too much.
heâs pulling his fingers out of you and forcing you to your knees in a flash, but youâre just happy to be relieved of the torture administered to you by his hands and mouth, that made you cry out into his shoulder out of pain and pleasure. your joy is short lived however, when your eyes shoot open at the sensation of something warm and hard tapping against your cheek. and there it is, jenoâs impossibly hard cock mere centimetres away from your lips. âjust made for sucking cockâ, he notes, slapping his leaking dick against your teary face in a degrading manner.
heâs smoothing a hand down your head of hair, the action so heavily contradictory to his otherwise rough manhandling. âyouâre gonna take me so well, arenât you, baby?â. you think this scares you even more, because you have no idea what to expect, but he proves to be himself when he grips a handful of hair in each hand, using them like handlebars. when you let out a surprised yelp at the acute ache that results from him pulling on your hair with force, he enters your mouth fully, pulling back out when you gag. his eyes marvel at the string of saliva connecting the tip of his dick to your lips, rubbing the tears that slip from your eyes around your face with his leaking cock. âmy dirty fucking cockslut, i knew youâd be like this.â
youâve never felt dirtier, yet you canât explain why youâre wet enough to feel the cold breeze that enters from jenoâs open window against your pussy, making you clench around nothing. gagging around his shaft for the third time because of how deep he sinks his cock down your throat, you bring a hand up to wrap around his base so as to try and control the pace of his motions. âthere we goâ, he hisses at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him and allows you to pump him a couple times, slipping only the tip of his dick in and out past your lips.
you keep up this pace, swirling your tongue around the tip and jerking off what you couldnât fit in your mouth. though he lets you take charge for a short amount of time, he grows bored of your pace, opting to thrust his cock into your mouth, chuckling at your wide eyes. âiâm gonna fuck your mouth, and youâre gonna take itâ, he chides, slapping your cheek once making you whine around his dick, tears mixing in with the spit and cum coating your face. âso, tell me baby, chenle doesnât fuck you good enough?â
if heâs actually expecting an answer, you canât give him one, mouth so full of cock that your jaw hurts, trying your best to breathe through your nose. feigning boredom, he slips out of your mouth with a sound of annoyance for a moment, and sighs in disbelief when you unknowingly chase after if with you mouth, leaning down to grip your cheeks and squeeze them together.
âi used to listen to you getting fucked by him at night. but i havenât heard you moan in ages, prettyâ, your cheeks are squished together and you feel stupid, jenoâs gaze piercing. âalways knew i could make better use of you. isnât that right?â
you sniffle, attempting to clear your throat and blink, vision blurred by tears. he thinks heâs funny when he uses his grip on your jaw to move your head up and down like youâre nodding, but your body feels so fucked out that your head keeps going when he lets go, a shocked kind of laugh escaping his lips. âfuckâŚyou really are a slut. do you ever think about anything that isnât cock?â
more tears leak from your watery eyes when his degrading words do nothing but send shivers straight to your core, mouth falling open when he presses his tip against your puffy lips again. he moans uncharacteristically at the feeling and sight of his cock in your mouth, fucking into your mouth and treating it like your pussy. your throat grows tired of swallowing around it but he looks drunk off the sensation, so you lay your tongue flat against the underside of his hard cock and let him rut against it.
heâs absolutely brutal and relentless with his tempo, but nothing shocks you nor makes your pussy throb as much than when he leans down and squishes your cheeks together again, letting spit dribble from his mouth and fall where his cock and your mouth meet. everything about the action is filthy, but youâre wetter than youâve ever been before, hollowing your cheeks as his thrusts become more erratic.
you know jenoâs close when he starts muttering profanities under his breath, the hands gripping your hair controlling your movements and forcing your head to bob up and down on his cock. âdirty little bitchâ, he starts off breathlessly, seeing the drool running off your chin bringing him so close to the edge. âsucking my cock while nothing but a wall separates your boyfriend from us.â
your knees hurt and his words sting, but he pulls out, quickly wrapping his hand around his cock and jerking it off right over your face. your mouth is still open and youâre sure you look insanely vulgar but it only encourages jeno, tapping his cock against your tongue repeatedly. âtell meâ, he demands, spitting into his hand so he can spread the substance around your lips as you try and evade it. âtell me how much you love my cock.â
youâre repeating after him like a broken record, and broken you are, so fucked out and cock drunk that you need him to do your talking for you. âlove your cock- need you-â, youâre babbling but he accepts it, groaning when he works his hand around himself while hovering over your mouth, finally thrusting it back between your lips. the way you readily go back to sucking him off makes his cock twitch, and within seconds, heâs spilling his seed down your throat.
as his dick softens, he slips it out of your mouth and for the umpteenth time, forces your lips open with his hand. he spits into your mouth, but you arenât even surprised anymore, accepting it with hooded eyes. âswallowâ, he orders you and you comply, sticking your tongue out to show him how well youâve done. âthatâs a good whore.â
you were maybe even about to reply when you both hear the unmistakeable sound of a toilet flushing, and your heart sinksâ chenle is awake. youâre quick to attempt to scramble to your feet, but your legs have fallen asleep from being in that position for so long that they almost give out, not that it matters anyway; jeno has no intentions of letting you stand up. his hand is back in your hair again, making you hiss out of pain and doing a good job of holding you down, but you turn to look at him desperately, trying in vain to shake your head free. âplease jeno- chenle canât see, please-â
youâre a blubbering mess but jeno doesnât care, simply wiping your tears from your face and cooing softly and before you know it, that unsettling feeling returns, your ears thudding with the sound of your heart. âchenleâs gonna see, babyâ, he agrees in a sympathetic tone, thought nothing about him is soft or caring. âchenleâs gonna see his girlfriend getting stuffed full of his best friendâs cum, and heâs gonna see her enjoying it.â
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Never a Martyr - L.J.N
Pairing: Jeno x Fem reader MDNI 18+ wc: 1.2k+.
Summary: you are a doctor working at the facility they are holding him assigned to watch over his healing. until it becomes evident he is not the villain they've painted him to be, and to him, you aren't the martyr he thought you to be.
Genre: smut, hurt/comfort, angst,
Warnings: Jeno's lowkey a dick in the beginning, getting hot and heavy in a prison cell, making out, thigh riding, swearing, and mentions of injuries.
Author's note: I seriously got this idea as I was looking at Jeno's Instagram post and wrote it in 40 minutes because I didn't want to lose the idea. I know I just wrote something for him, but this is a nice little extra with a little more spicier stuff than I had anticipated. I hope you like it and have been liking the new album, I'm currently obsessed with icantfeelanything and did listen to it like 40 times while writing this.
He nodded in acknowledgment and let the shirt fall from his shoulders. Pale skin fills your view, littered with bruises and scrapes. Pinks and purples dusting areas like watercolor. You felt your chest tighten at the sight. Your hands moved forward and tugged lightly at the wide bandage wrapped around his chest and shoulder. Gently unraveling it to reveal even worse damage.
The old bandages in your hands, dangling. Hands frozen just staring at the expanse of his back afraid of what had become of him. Breaking, your hands crumpled the bandages into a ball trying to take the anger out on them, turning swiftly and walking towards the garbage can. Watching the abused wad of bandages drop in your feet stuck in front of the small metal can trying to collect your thoughts. Staring at your hands, the white gloves, the sting of the smell of antiseptic, your stomach churned and you felt your throat tighten.
The old bandages in your hands, dangling. Hands frozen just staring at the expanse of his back afraid of what had become of him. Breaking, your hands crumpled the bandages into a ball trying to take the anger out on them, turning swiftly and walking towards the garbage can. Watching the abused wad of bandages drop in your feet stuck in front of the small metal can trying to collect your thoughts. Staring at your hands, the white gloves, the sting of the smell of antiseptic, your stomach churned and you felt your throat tighten.
Why had they done this to him?
Turning back around he had already been facing you. His features now hint at the beginning of an emotion. Walking forward, you dug your hand into your pocket and pulled out a white roll of new bandages. Tearing it from the package, your movements jagged, unable to completely tear the packaging feeling frustration creep up.Â
A pale hand grabs the roll in your hands, grasping it and taking it. Looking up at him now focused on the bandages that should still be in your ownership. Tearing the package with a steady hand and then giving it back to you.Â
âThank you.â Your voice coming out quieter than expected.Â
Beginning to wrap the bandage across his chest you dragged your fingers down the expanse of hard muscle making sure it laid flat on his skin. Feeling the light beat of his heart under your fingertips. Turning him around and securing it on his back. Finishing covering the wounds
Pressing your hand flat against the loose end to adhere it. You let your hand linger on his skin as if you were trying to take some of his anguish from him. Trying to provide some sort of reminder of care and human touch.Â
âIâm so sorryâ you muttered, sounding like a pin dropping in the silent room.Â
âWhy do you careâ he finally spoke, his voice flat.Â
Why did you care? Your brows furrowed searching for a reason, trying to rationalize all the things you were feeling at the moment.
âThey do not care what happens to us, so why do you care what happens to meâ he questioned, turned around now he angled his glare to meet your line of vision, dipping his head down.Â
âThis-this isnât fairâ your voice faltered. His gaze sharped and he lunged forward grabbing your wrist, your back hitting the cement wall behind you. Caging you in against the wall his face now a mere couple of inches from yours. You knew he knew what the repercussions of something like this would be.Â
âYour guilty conscious is not on me, go home cry, and get the fuck over it, you are not allowed to be a martyr in this storyâ he spat through gritted teeth.Â
His glare burned into you and your stomach twisted even more, a mix of anger and confusion overcame you.Â
âYouâre scared and hurt and youâre taking It out on me. If this is what you need to do to make yourself feel better go ahead and knock yourself outâ you hissed.Â
His eyes widened a fraction as if not expecting the push back and his grip on your wrist loosened. His face softened and a look of defeat now painted his features. Dropping his head to your shoulder, his hand released your wrist and slid down to your hand. Intertwining your hands slowly, allowing you an out at any time but also asking permission if he could. His breathing ragged in the silence as you felt his facade slowly fall.Â
âDo you really care about me?â He murmured. Voice small and afraid.Â
âYes,â you affirmed placing your arm around his neck and hugging him with your free hands, bringing the rest of him close to you, the thought of how he probably hadnât felt care or human affection in months or years was swimming around in your conscious. Your eyes glued to the window of the door making sure no one saw what you were doing. Now this was a two-person crime, you were risking your job and well.. your freedom by engaging with him. But it was worth it.
Reciprocating, his hands snaked around your body clutching you by the waist and shoulder, holding you as if he was testing if this was really real. Pulling you closer you felt his lips ghost against your neck on the skin exposed, and then press against it. The hand that was on your shoulder now cradling the back of your head. Fingering threading into your hair and disrupting the perfect order in which you had it in before entering his room.Â
Your breathing quickened and your chest heaved. Sensing the reaction he slowly pushed his knee between your legs widening your stance. now impossibly closer to each other. He was trying to consume you.Â
Your dress shoved up your legs and his thigh dangerously close to where you desperately needed relief. His kisses on your neck had turned hungry leaving small bite marks in his wake his hands moving you to give him more access to your untouched skin. You had been scared to touch him as if you would break him, but he had no issues handling you as if you were his only.Â
Your eyes rolled back into your head and opened again to the fluorescent lights on the ceiling, leveling your gaze back to the hallway reminding you of the reality of things outside of you being pushed up against this wall. His hand now felt for where he could access what was underneath the dress you were wearing. Succeeding as he slides the fabric up your waist. Pushing your underwear aside and finding what he was after. Beginning to move your hips back and forth on his clothed thigh a wet spot forming on the crisp navy pants he had been wearing. Watching, his eyes now sparked with anticipation and hunger as you became undone even more at his hands. A vast difference from the tight-lipped doctor who had walked in 30 minutes ago.
Your hands now exploring him as if he were yours, touching and feeling with the intention of keeping and taking. Angling your head you traced your lips on the shell of his ear and whispered with each movement of your hips rocking against him,
âWeâ
Up
âWillâ
Down
âg-getâ
Up
âYourâ
Down
âWingsâ
UpÂ
âBack.â
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[5:24 pm]
"Nice try, we don't believe you guys," your friend laughed sarcastically as they walked through your front door to catch sight of you and childhood best friend!Jeno pressed together looking like a loved up couple.
For some reason, over the nearly 20 years of friendship with Jeno, it had become some kind of ongoing bit for the two of you to act like a couple. Usually you had good reason, like someone being annoying and not leaving either of you alone, or someone hitting on either one of you but not getting the hint.
Other times, it was just to mess with your friends, your friends who were far too used to it and tired of it. At least 80% of the hang outs you all had would start with you and Jeno claiming you were a couple. The first few times they fell for it, but now it was just the normal. They weren't tired because it wasn't funny, it was kind of funny. Funny because the two of you were so clearly in love with each other yet refuse to act on it.
Jeno never protected anyone the way he protected you. You didn't care for anyone the way you cared for Jeno. You both had so many inside jokes that the others would never understand. You both could have conversations with just your eyes, you both knew things about the other that no normal friends would know about each other. You were both each other's first call when something went wrong, the first text in the morning, and your last text at night (if you didn't fall asleep while on a call). You both refused to get into relationships with other people, because somethings always felt "wrong."
Yeah, your friends had all decided that you were both idiots and the "wrong-ness" was always just that the potential partner wasn't you or Jeno. However, tonight you and Jeno had decided to commit. Your friends were going to believe it if it was the last thing they did.
"We're actually like really together this time, today is officially one week and 3 days," you tell your friends as you all settle down on the couch to start your movie marathon.
"We've fallen for that too many times now. Just give it up," your friend waves off.
"Yeah, start the movie," another friend sighs.
Jeno gulps, standing suddenly, "I think we would really just appreciate the support of our friends as we navigate our new relationship."
"Look guys, it's the same routine every time. You guys claim to be together and the only difference is that you take your usual affection to another level of annoying. If you were ever actually together, you wouldn't feel the need to announce it every few weeks or still be on dating apps. I mean, Jeno, didn't you ask me just a few days ago why you were still getting Hinge emails?" Your first friend asks, crossing their arms.
"Plus, I think you guys would be that annoying couple that would be shameless and kiss in front of us all the time," another friend pipes up.
Jeno's face falls into a serious look, he grabs your hand and tugs you up. Your chest crashes into his own as your eyes widen in surprise. The plan had simply been to cuddle, giggle, and maybe sit in his lap.
Your friends all paused, eyes full of caution as they watched the two of you. Jeno's breathing was uneven and nervous as his eyes searched your own.
You blinked and his forehead was pressed against your own and as you gasped in surprise his lips met your own. He was still for just a moment, giving you the opportunity to pull away, to smack him, to tell him he was crazy, but you didn't.
Instead, your breath hitched as you kissed him back. His lips were soft and his hands even softer as he delicately cupped your face. Your lips moved in sync, slow, tentative, but meaningful. You could feel your heart pounding in your ears, his heart was beating just as fast under your hand.
Your friends all eyed each other awkwardly. This had never happened before. It was only when your hand moved from Jeno's chest to gripping the cotton at his waist to pull him closer that they all got the message and left while high fiving each other on the way out.
You and Jeno were far too entangled in one another to even care. One of hands went from your face to your waist and the other went to the back of your neck. His gently tilted your head up to kiss you more deeply.
Everything was slow and passionate, but it felt right. There were explosions happening all around you, remnant sparks from Jeno's lips that shot right down your spine. Why had you waited so long to do this? Why had you deprived yourself of this feelings for all these years? You couldn't even fight how your body melted against his as your grip on his shirt became desperate and your lungs burned for air. You couldn't find it in yourself to pull away, too greedy for more, more, more.
Jeno pulled away first, lips swollen and chest heaving as he caught his breath. His forehead was pressed against your own, "I don't think we can be friends anymore."
A choked squeak escaped your throat involuntarily, "I'm sorry?"
"No, don't be sorry. I could have said that better," Jeno chuckles, his hands softly cupping your face to keep you from looking away. "I can't be just friends with you when I don't have friendly feelings for you. I can't believe it took this long, it's always been something in the back of my mind, but I think I love you-- no. I know I love you."
"After that kiss, I don't have friendly feelings for you either. I guess when I think about it, there's no one else that will get me like you. No one will ever know me better than you or understand me like you do. I love you too, Jeno. And I really, really want to keep kissing you," You confess breathlessly.
"I don't think they'd like it if we keep kissing, unfortunately," Jeno sighs, despite his words leaning in toward you again.
It's then that you notice how quiet your living room is. You pull away to look around the room, finally noticing that it's just you and Jeno in your apartment. "What the... when did everyone leave?" You wonder aloud.
"Who cares? Let's keep kissing," Jeno replies, tugging you closer. And who are you to argue?
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12:00 AM
"Hey hyung, you sure you're not coming?" Jisung asked one last time.Â
"Yeah, I'm sure. Thanks Ji," Jeno smiles before switching his gaze at the mirror.Â
In a few minutes, Jeno was left alone inside the practice room. He grabs his phone first, it's was almost midnight and his birthday is just a few minutes later.Â
But there were no birthdays for him. He's used to spending his birthday practicing and rehearsing ever since he became an idol. That's why this day is just like some of his other birthdays.
Jeno lets out a sigh as he went to the speaker to play his song. For the upcoming concert, he was given the chance to have a solo stage, and he wouldn't want to waste it. His expression became serious as he started grooving along the beat, but midway he stops.Â
It wasn't enough, he wasn't satisfied. Jeno wanted it to be sharp and precise. He stomps his way back to the speaker when the lights went off.Â
And on cue, he can hear his member's voice. Singing "Happy birthday" in the most teasing, off-beat tune. He could only smile as he sees his members, holding their phone with the flash on. They were piled together until they separated, Jeno was surprise.
"Happy birthday!" it was you. You were smiling wide as you're holding his birthday cake. He was speechless, frozen to see you, especially when you told him that you'll be cramming for your exams.Â
"Make a wish!" you shouted once again. Jeno instinctively made a wish then blows the candles. The Dreamies cheered but they were surprise when Jeno grabs the cake and swiftly gave it to them.Â
The next thing you knew, you felt a bone-crushing hug from your boyfriend. You earned teases from the members but you could only smile as you hugged him back.Â
~Happy Jeno Day!
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comments he makes during sex [ l.jn ]
pairings ⢠jeno x afab!reader
warnings ⢠choking/gagging, praise, oral, pet names (baby, good girl)
masterlist
âso good for meâ
âyouâre mineâ
âget on your knees for me, prettyâ
âso fucking wet.â
âyou feel so good wrapped around me.â
âyouâre gonna cum for me, right?â
âatta girlâ
âopen. good girl. suck. good girl.â
âgive me your handâ
âi know you want it donât you babyâ
âthatâs a good girl.â
âbend over baby let me open you upâ
âso pretty when you cryâ
âiâll make it fitâ
âcome sit on my cock babyâ
âiâve got youâ
âonly i can make you feel this wayâ
âdonât be shy? let me see you.â
âswear iâm gonna marry you one dayâ
âuse your wordsâ
âtake it for me babyâ
âyou taste so sweet for meâ
Š tddyhyck
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random bf text! with jeno
X warnings just jeno being a cutie <3
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Thinking about himbo lowkey jenoâŚ. Like he has no idea what to do with his large cock, his eyes watery with his eyebrows curved in confusion not knowing what heâs doing. You didnât question what he was doing, he was doing his best thatâs what.
His strong hands holding on to the headboard and your waist, unable to talk dirty to you but god his thick cock was so deliciously stretching you out..his one hand able to handle your fucked out frame while he held the headboard so your head wouldnât bang. He simply couldnât control himself..he was going at an unbelievable pace once and slow as hell the next it was so frustratingly hot.
A/n?Guys..I think Iâm Insane đ
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