#Zhong Chenle fluff

[sunshyni]

notinha da sun - sabe a última live do Lele?? Que ele falou do “tipo ideal” dele e tudo mais?? Então... A resposta dele me deixou meio maluquinha, não aguento mais sofrer por neo 😭 O plot em si não tá grandioso, mas tá gostosinho de ler, espero que vocês gostem 🫣

Você não conseguia se concentrar na matéria que estava revisando pelo notebook na biblioteca da universidade, especialmente porque Chenle estava passando mais vezes que o necessário pela sua mesa com um carrinho de livros para organizar nas estantes e nas seções certas. Além de você, só existiam mesmo o Zhong, a senhorazinha que cuidava da biblioteca e uma garota no seu terceiro sono, provavelmente babando sobre uma cópia de um livro de estatística. Para provocar, Chenle chegava bem pertinho de você, sussurrava no seu ouvido se você iria usar aquele livro que estava sobre a sua mesa ou não, se aproveitando da política da biblioteca de não falar alto e fazendo todo o seu corpo arrepiar como nunca antes.

A verdade é que você nunca pensou que se atrairia por alguém como Chenle. Não que ele não fosse lindo e engraçado, ele só não fazia o seu tipo. Mas a forma como ele liderou o grupo no último seminário da faculdade, que praticamente valia suas notas integrais, te fez mudar de ideia. E agora ele estava te perturbando, aparecendo nos seus sonhos, te fazendo transpirar e engolir em seco toda vez que se encaravam nos corredores, na sala de aula, em todo o campus.

Aparentemente, ele descobrira o que estava provocando em você, porque não parava de te atiçar: olhando pra você, te presenteando com coisinhas da lanchonete que ele sabia que você adorava, e esbanjando aquele sorriso brilhante na sua direção, te deixando meio sem rumo e cega.

Você estava exausta, não aguentava mais. Tinha tomado uma bomba de energia nas últimas duas horas, e as latinhas de energético estavam guardadas na sua mochila pra serem descartadas depois. Deitou a cabeça no teclado do notebook, acidentalmente digitando uma sequência de letras que não formavam palavra alguma. Mas, quando você olhou de volta para a tela, parecia até que o nome “Zhong Chenle” aparecia brilhante, piscando pra você numa fonte em letras garrafais, indo contra qualquer tipografia, em neon.

— Para, você nem tá lendo esse livro. Me deixa fazer o meu trabalho. — Falando no diabo... Chenle apareceu de repente, arrastando a cadeira ao lado da sua devagar e rapidamente, quase sem fazer barulho. Ele tinha virado o mestre de não fazer barulho graças ao trabalho na biblioteca. Você olhou pra ele. Meu Deus, você nem sabia que seu coração podia bater tão rápido dentro do peito. Sentia que iria desmaiar. Então, afastando a cadeira de um jeito não tão silencioso e glamoroso feito ele, você segurou o livro enquanto olhava para Chenle com a cara emburrada.

Detestava estar com os quatro pneus arriados por um cara. Detestava também estar na casa dos vinte e saber esses ditados de velho, mas essa era outra história. A questão é que você era fiel àquela filosofia de que era melhor ficar com alguém não tão bonito assim, que fosse obcecado por você. Obcecado mesmo. Chenle definitivamente não tinha nada a ver com o tipo de cara com quem você se interessava. Então por que estava tão maluca? Sentia-se tão tonta?

Chenle te acompanhou, apressando os passos pra te alcançar na última estante de livros, no fundo da biblioteca, escondido de todos.

— Esse livro não é aí, doida — ele sussurrou atrás de você, mas você nem deu bola. A última prateleira de livros era relacionada a física quântica, e alguma coisa te dizia que cada partícula que formava o seu corpo queria a de Chenle. Aquilo com certeza era um sinal.

— Que foi? Você não aguenta mais, né? — Chenle sorriu pra você, se aproximando e, sem pensar, fazendo com que você encostasse na estante. Seus olhos acompanharam o desenho do rosto dele, tão lindo, tão seu. Tá, esse último talvez não fosse verdade, mas você sonhava que sim. Realmente sonhava. Acordava assustada no meio da noite porque imaginava coisas demais. Era assustador.

— Não sei do que você tá falando. — Você até tentou ser firme, mas as suas mãos formigavam. Ele estava tão próximo para o toque. Sentia seus pelos se eriçarem como quando somos crianças e encostamos numa televisão. Chenle era uma TV muito atrativa. Ele se aproximou mais, tocando sua cintura, elevando a camiseta um bocado e fazendo com que você prendesse a respiração instintivamente.

— Mentirosa. Sabe sim. Tá pensando em mim dia e noite, só não quer admitir — ele sussurrou perto da sua boca, os olhos nos seus lábios brilhantes e convidativos graças ao gloss com aroma artificial de morango. Chenle queria te morder. Você era tão linda que ele não sabia se conseguiria se conter por mais tempo.

— Você nem faz meu tipo — Chenle te ouviu dizer, e foi o bastante pra outro sorriso galante crescer nos lábios dele.

— Não faço, é? Então você não quer que eu te beije, né? — Ele se afastou, e você quase choramingou. — Vai se contentar só com os seus sonhos, então.

Chenle fez menção de ir embora, mas você o impediu imediatamente, agarrando o pulso dele antes que ele fizesse tal besteira. Você sussurrou um “por favor...” carregado de necessidade, e no próximo átimo de segundo, a mão de Chenle adornava seu pescoço como um lindo colar de pedras preciosas — melhor que isso — e os lábios caíam sobre os seus, te beijando como nos seus melhores sonhos, ou até melhor que isso. Suas mãos, meio afoitas, tocaram-no exatamente da forma que você imaginou. Tamanha a atração, você gemeu sem querer, o que era um problema considerando que vocês estavam numa biblioteca quase vazia.

Chenle sorriu quando afastou os lábios de você. Sem fôlego e vermelho — graciosamente vermelho — deixou um beijinho breve na sua bochecha e te olhou.

— Pronto, agora você consegue estudar em paz — ele disse, e você sorriu, procurando a mão dele para entrelaçar seus dedos.

— Eu tava estudando, não tava pensando em você — você disse, mas o sorriso te delatava, dizendo que era o contrário.

Chenle beijou sua boca, provando e retirando o restinho de gloss que faltava.

— Mentirosa.

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chenle finding your lost dog !!

a/n: happy chenle day to those who celebrate!! (which should be all of you.)

fake text m.list ☁︎⋅

[strrykais]

an idea for a 1-800: y/n trying to text her ex bf, but getting the number wrong by one digit and instead accidentally texting [any member].

1-800-hot-n-fun [zhong chenle]

who said texting your ex was a bad thing??? the wrong number thats who…

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[chenlesfavorite]

Arriving at the race and seeing your ex after being over with him for so long, your heart plummets, like a weight dragging it deeper with every beat, the heartache growing stronger.

Despite your friends calling after you, you run, you can’t bear to look at Jaehyun, not after he did all of that to you and treated you like shit 99% of the time.

But, why was he here? And why exactly tonight? You know that he’s a fan of Chenle, but... why did he have to show up tonight? Where you’re dressed up all pretty for Chenle?

You keep running, your footsteps pounding against the pavement in rhythm with your racing heart— to the burn inside your chest. Why now? Why him?

Memories of Jaehyun flood your mind, his empty promises, him only talking to you if he needed money or if he messed something up. Him being here is the absolute worst, tonight was supposed to be you having fun and cheering Chenle on, but how could you do that now when Jaehyun is here?

Your running comes to a halt when you bump into someone, their hands immediately latching onto your shoulders to stop you from falling onto the floor. You inhale sharply as you look up at the mysterious person who caught you and it’s...

“Yuta?” Your voice comes out like a breath, your eyes widening as you examine his face carefully and you’re right, it is Yuta. The same Yuta who stood you up and made you cry over him. But, you remember him saying he doesn’t plan on coming to the races anymore so... why is he here?

“That’s right, pretty. I’m surprised you still remember me.” Yuta laughs, a not-so-friendly smile creeping up on his face as he lets go of your shoulders. You see his eyes looking at you up and down— you gulp, unsure of what to do as your eyes dart to the ground.

“Who are you dressed up for? You look...” He pauses, biting his bottom lip. “Breathtaking.” Yuta smirks. You don’t know if you should thank him or push him and start running again, although the second choice is sounding mighty better right now.

“Oh, she’s here?” You turn around once you hear a voice behind you, and well, it seems like everything is against you today. Jaehyun. Myung fucking Jaehyun has found you. You’re basically stuck between the two of them. You can’t run anywhere.

“Y/N, baby, how much I’ve missed you.” Jaehyun says but in an almost taunting way, taking your hands into his. Your fingers trembling, a tight knot forming in your stomach. “Haven’t you missed me at all?” He adds on, his face inching closer to yours— but you back your head away, not wanting him to be close to you.

“I... no, I...” You fail to form a sentence as your breathing becomes more shallow as if you don’t have enough air in your lungs. This feels like hell on earth, you don’t know what to do. You don’t want him near you, and you certainly don’t want Yuta near you either! These are the two men who’ve practically ruined your view on love.

But you can’t escape because there’s no doubt one of them will grab you and keep you at bay here. You swallow hard, your eyes looking away from Jaehyun— you slowly take your hands back, and to your surprise, Jaehyun lets your hands escape his.

“Come on, Y/N, he won’t kill you. Tell him you’ve missed him too.” Yuta whispers in your ear from behind you, making fun of you in a way. The two of them laugh, making you feel smaller and smaller. Your mind was yelling at you, telling you to push them away and run away but you couldn’t. Your feet were glued to the ground. You can’t bring yourself to do anything.

“Leave her the fuck alone.”

You recognize that voice, you know it very well. It’s Chenle.

As if it’s a reflex, you shove Jaehyun to the side and run to Chenle, immediately embracing him. He accepts your embrace and wraps his arms loosely around you. “It’s okay, I’m here now.” Chenle murmurs, gently rubbing your back.

“What the fuck, Y/N? Get away from him!” Jaehyun shouts as he stares at the two of you, his hands clench into fists. “Yeah, let her be with her boyfriend, besides, don’t you have to get ready for the race, Zhong?” Yuta says, crossing his arms as he giggles.

“She’s not going anywhere near the two of you— and let me correct you, she’s not Jaehyun’s girlfriend anymore. She’s my fucking girlfriend.” Chenle spits, his eyebrows furrowing.

You don’t know if your ears are playing tricks on you but... did Chenle just... call you his girlfriend? You feel his grip on you tighten, and your stomach starts to ache, but in a good way, there’s no doubt that the pain in your stomach is butterflies.

“Your— what?” Jaehyun glares at Chenle, letting out a scoff. “Was I not clear enough, Jaehyun? Should I repeat myself?” Chenle’s voice is low as he speaks.

“Why the hell are the two of you even here?” Chenle asks as he slowly releases you from his embrace. You stand near him, holding his hand and letting your fingers intertwine with his— you look at Jaehyun and Yuta.

“I—”

“Finally, this is where I come into play.” Yuta cuts off Jaehyun, giving him a smile that’s definitely a message for ‘keep your mouth shut.’ “Chenle, I challenge you to race against me. Nobody else on the racetrack but me and you.” Yuta drops what he’s wanted to say.

“You sure you wanna go against me, Nakamoto?”

“Positive, Zhong. The one who reaches the finish line first is the better racer and the loser has to quit racing. Sound good?” Yuta suggests.

This idea doesn't seem smart, and there’s tension between Yuta and Chenle. It's as if there's some unresolved issue between them, but you don’t know what it is.

“Sounds good to me, let Ten know that there’s a change in plans... oh and Y/N will be with me as we race.” Chenle says his final words to Yuta before walking away with you, leading you toward the racetrack.

Once there, he settles you onto the seat of his motorcycle. “Are you okay?” His gaze softens— though, just hearing his voice brings you comfort. “Yeah... I’m okay now. Thanks for stepping in for me. I was really scared.” You reply, giving him a weak smile.

“You don’t need to thank me. God, those assholes...” Chenle’s words trail off as he sighs deeply, clicking his tongue. “I had no idea they would be here, but goddamn, I’m getting them blacklisted from here.”

“I didn’t know either, I was so surprised... but, Lele, are you sure you can beat Yuta in this race?” You ask, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. You’re nervous for Chenle, because what if he doesn’t win? What if he has to give up racing?

“Oh please, he’s nothing compared to me. You just sit tight behind me and look pretty as we race, this is gonna be an easy victory.” Chenle reassures you, a confident look on his face.

He was going to win, no doubt. There’s no way he’s gonna lose this race, especially not to Yuta.

“Okay, everyone! Seems like we have a different plan for today. I’m pretty sure you all know the ex-king of racing, Nakamoto Yuta. Well, he’s back, and guess who he’s racing against?” Ten’s voice booms throughout the racetrack, gathering everyone’s attention.

“It’s no other than our current king, Zhong Chenle! Chenle, who stole the title of ‘king’ from Yuta. How exciting, isn’t it? We’re gonna see the two best Neo racers go against one another today, let me hear those cheers!” Ten exclaims, hyping up the crowd for this race.

The bright start to shine on the starting line, where you’re sitting on Chenle’s motorcycle. The crowd starts to yell Yuta’s name as he makes his appearance on the starting line, walking confidently toward you and Chenle, with a smirk on his face.

Yuta stops at his motorcycle, his gaze landing on you and Chenle. “Ready to finally lose, Chenle?” He taunts, sounding way too sure of himself. “We’ll see about that, Yuta.” Chenle rolls his eyes, taking his helmet and securing it on his head before doing the same to you.

“Hold on tight, angel, ‘cause this is gonna be a wild ride.” He says and you nod to his words, taking a deep breath. Chenle sits at the front of the seat, his hands gripping the handlebars. You wrap your arms around his waist, nervous, but also excited.

“Seems like our racers are ready, and in 3... 2... 1... Go!” Ten shouts and the race officially begins.

Keeping true to his style, Chenle starts fast immediately, getting himself into the lead. The world blurs around you, the rush of wind and the intense acceleration creating an exhilarating sensation, to say the least.

Every single one of Chenle’s movements is controlled with such precision, every lean into the curves of the race track executed perfectly. You can feel his confidence just from the way he’s riding the motorcycle.

But Yuta starts speeding up as well, starting to close the distance between him and Chenle. Chenle glances in his rearview mirror, seeing Yuta start to catch up with him but Chenle remains relaxed, not bothered by Yuta at all.

The two of them are neck and neck— there’s another curve approaching and Chenle is going to use this to push his limits and his bike’s limits, he’s gonna beat Yuta no matter what it takes.

“Gonna speed up now, angel. Hold onto me as tight as you can.” Chenle gives you a heads up— you tighten your grip around his waist, and thank God he gave you that heads up because the way he sped up was insane.

Reaching the curve, the motorcycle goes low, it feels as if both of you are going to fall off of it but, no. Yuta falls behind Chenle, slowing down his bike once he gets to the curve.

Chenle is now much more in the lead, practically leaving Yuta in the dust. Instead of Chenle slowing down, now that Yuta’s out of sight... he keeps that same quick speed. But you can swear he’s going even faster.

“Lele! Can you slow down?” You exclaim, feeling the wind become harsher by the moment. “No can do. I told you it was going to be a wild ride.” Chenle replies, letting out a laugh.

The finishing line starts to come into view and Yuta’s nowhere to be seen. It’s almost unbelievable how easy this race is. That’s who they claimed as the ‘king of racing’? It’s no wonder that Chenle got that title instead.

He’s much more skilled, knows how to handle a motorcycle better than Yuta, and just has better tactics than him. Just how bad were the previous racers for Yuta to be named ‘king of racing’ when he’s terrible at it?

And it’s just as expected— Chenle passes the finish line first, stopping his motorcycle and taking off his helmet, running his fingers through his hair. He gets off the bike and turns to you, taking off your helmet.

But what you didn’t expect to see at the finish line was Jaehyun, waiting there. He looks pissed, most likely because Yuta hasn’t made it yet. You can feel Jaehyun’s gaze on you and Chenle and Chenle was going to use this to his advantage, to make Jaehyun jealous and let him see what he lost.

Because Jaehyun is nothing more than a forgotten chapter in your story, so why should Chenle or you care about him or what he feels?

Chenle gently places his hands on your waist, looking right into your eyes before taking a quick sneak at your lips. You know what he wants, and you want it just as badly as him. “May I?” He whispers, and you nod, without hesitation.

Chenle closes the distance between the two of you and places his lips on yours. Letting everyone at the race know that you’re his, and he’s yours.

You respond to the kiss, making your hands find their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer. Deepening the kiss, a fire lit inside the both of you. You don’t care that there’s hundreds of people watching you, the only thing you’re focusing on right now is Chenle and he’s the only thing you’re thinking of.

Chenle slowly pulls away, resting his forehead on yours.

That kiss is what confirms everything for you.

“I’m taking you back to my place tonight, angel.”

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NIGHT RIDER : chapter 35 — king of racing

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! author’s note : well guys… what do we think? 🤭

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[200markies]

　　　　chenle ♡ is the type of boyfriend to ... ⁺ (1)

chenle soft hours & headcanons. all are fictional.

pairing: zhong chenle x fem!reader

genre: romance, fluff

part 1 of "chenle is the type of boyfriend to..." series

author's notes: hey y'all........ felt 100% delusional so i decided to do this because all these dreamies soft hours headcanons are literally making me go crazy 😭😭 hope y'all enjoy, i JUST really love chenle (it's obvious)

chenle is the type of boyfriend to come over to your place every evening just to give you kisses, or food, or flowers so that you wouldn't feel alone and so that he'll remind you everyday that he loves you so much! he has every single time to cuddle with you and tell you sweet compliments to enlighten your mood whenever you're stressed.

"i love you so, so much, pretty." chenle says as he kisses your forehead, ruffling your hair softly while he holds you in his arms. he felt cozy wrapping his arms around you, watching you lie down on his chest as you listen to his sweet compliments. "i love the way you are, how pretty you are, how sweet you are, how kind you are... i'm so, so glad you're mine."

chenle is the type of boyfriend to surprise you with gifts at the best times and occasions, giving you gifts and bouquets that expressed his congratulations and how proud he is for you. he always wants and expects you to come home to his gifts after work, all displayed and decorated by him once you get inside.

"i tried my best decorating this for you... do you like it?" chenle smiles as he turns to the balloons on the living room and the flowers that he's holding, chuckling softly as you were still surprised with the way chenle did all this for you. "i know this whole decoration thingy doesn't look good enough, but it's enough to express how proud i am and how much i love you."

chenle is the type of boyfriend to drop everything, whether it's schedules or special occasions, just to attend your special occasions. he wants to be there for you in every single occasion, whether it's major or not, because he wants to witness you do your best, or he wants to be with you if you couldn't find a date for that certain occasion. he doesn't care if dropping schedules would cause consequences, but as long as it's you he's prioritizing, he'll go for it.

"you have an awarding ceremony tomorrow?" chenle asks as he looks at you, immediately thinking of canceling all his plans just to be with you. you nod, asking, "yeah, are you gonna come?" since you really didn't want chenle to miss this out. the moment you ask him, he immediately took his laptop to go and cancel every single plan he has for tomorrow. "i'm canceling all my plans, i'm coming."

chenle is the type of boyfriend to get a little bit jealous whenever he hears or spots you talk with another guy on the phone or right in front of him. just by looking at him while you're talking to someone else on the phone, you already know how jealous he is by the look in his eyes. he would usually deny the fact that he gets jealous everytime, but whenever you catch him, it seems like he can't deny it any longer.

chenle looks at you with a low, death glare, impatiently waiting for you to end the call. "when are you gonna end that?" he whispers, as you look at him and tell him to wait before you ended the call. "jealous?" you ask him with a chuckle, settling your phone on the side as you looked at him with a soft smile. you loved seeing chenle jealous, it's cute of him. "yeah, yeah, can't even deny that anymore... can we cuddle now, please? i'm too impatient, i want you badly."

©️ 200markies / jyanihaes, 2024

[eternallyhyucks]

instagram story soft launch with chenle

[lelengerine]

now playing... "show and tell"

pairing | basketball varsity!chenle x artist!reader

synopsis | draw a pretty boy and perhaps he'll come to you.

genre | just literal 3 am fluff thoughts, bball player chenle slight brainrot, no specific prns are used (lmk if there's anything i've missed!)

wc | 0.9k

notes | so... i'm back and it's been a long while 😄 kinda forgot about tumblr for a sec but i hope you guys still remember me TT i was pretty much in a slump + acads were crazy, however!!! i am back!!! somewhat!!! likes and feedback are always appreciated (also new post layout yayy)

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the air inside the school’s gymnasium has always felt humid as it clings to your skin like a damp blanket. the place has the distinct scent of sweat — entire buckets of it actually — while the occasional skid of sneakers on the rubber floor sends involuntary shivers down your spine. it’s hardly a place one would choose for peace of mind, yet here you are, perched on the bleachers, busily drawing on your sketchpad all because of a boy.

honestly, you wouldn’t be willingly subjecting yourself to this either if he wasn’t so… pretty. he sported vibrant orange hair that matched him well, the tips sticking together from the sweat on his forehead. his cheeks were flushed from from the heat, but that didn’t bother him one bit as he energetically ran around the court. but it's his smile that captivates you the most, its brightness rivaling that of the sun, his eyes forming playful whiskers as they crinkle into crescents — a sight you've translated onto the pages of your sketchbook more times than you’d like to admit.

how were you supposed to turn down drawing someone like him as an art student? one that’s in an art slump no less.

curse all pretty men, you tell yourself as your pencil scritches over the surface of your sketchbook.

you weren’t even acquainted to him one bit. in fact, you’ve only learned of his name around a week ago? it was zhong chenle if your memory serves you right.

your friend had told you he was the famous ace of your school’s basketball team, mostly for being able to make shots from such large distances. she was shocked you weren’t even aware of the boy when he was usually the talk of the entire student body, especially during the time championship season rolls around.

hell, you don’t even care much for the sport, but he’s making you second guess that too with the way he moves so effortlessly — like he was made to play this sport. perhaps you could understand the infatuation many others harbor for him… just a tiny bit.

you continue your sketch nonetheless, stuck erasing and re-drawing a certain line that doesn’t want to bend in your favor. it seems to have taken all of your focus, as you don’t even register the sound of footsteps approaching you. a tap is placed on your shoulder, and you turn around to find the exact boy you’ve been drawing for the entirety of his varsity practice.

“is that supposed to be me?” his words are laced with intrigue, accompanied by a gentler smile than you're accustomed to, yet just as captivating in its own right — wait. why is he even here talking to you? peeking at your drawings no less?

“nope. it’s not.” you lie through your teeth without an ounce of hesitation, flipping to the cover of your sketchbook faster than he utter out another word.

“please, who else even has orange hair here?”

“who said the person i was drawing was even real? for all you know, he could be an anime character.” you counter, trying to deflect his curiosity.

“yeah, totally explains why you’ve been hanging out here more lately.” he retorts, raising his finger in mock admonishment, his playful smirk betraying his teasing tone. “don’t think i haven’t noticed you, cause i have.”

“what are you? some security guard keeping records of the people who come to the gym?” you muse, meeting his gaze with a hint of amusement.

he leans in a bit closer, voice lowering conspiratorially. “well, maybe I've been keeping an eye out for someone who appreciates my... what should i call it? anime character potential?”

your heart skips a beat at his proximity, but you maintain your playful demeanor. "oh, is that what you're calling it now? i just needed a little inspiration and the confines of the art room weren’t doing it for me.” technically what you said is true, he doesn’t need to know that he’s actually the main reason your artist block has subsided.

his grin widens, a playful sparkle in his eyes. “inspiration, huh? well, i can guarantee you'll be entertained with me around.”

“you don’t need to keep me entertained, i do that already on my own.”

“oh yeah? by watching me?”

“you just want to fuel your ego, don’t you.”

“maybe a little.” his eyes smile, voice taking on a teasing lilt, "what else have you been sketching lately? any other anime characters i should know about?"

you laugh, a nervous pitter patter dancing in your chest at the prospect of sharing more of your work with him. these were your prized possessions after all. "oh, you know, just the usual. random doodles here and there."

he only beams at your response, leaning back slightly as if to better admire your reaction. "well, i’d love to see more of your usual sometime. maybe you could show me what else you've got hidden in that sketchbook of yours."

the invitation catches you off guard, and for a moment, you're at a loss for words. "uh, sure. yeah, maybe sometime," you stammer, mentally kicking yourself for not sounding more confident in front of him.

but before the conversation can continue, a shrill whistle cuts through the air, signaling the end of chenle’s supposed water break. he glances towards the court, a regretful expression flickering across his face. "looks like i’ve got to go," he says, pushing himself off the bleachers and standing up. "but hey, don't forget about our little art show-and-tell date, okay?”

hold on, did he just call it a date? "hey, wait a moment-" you try calling after him, yet he's already disappeared onto the court. that wasn’t anywhere close to a proper invitation, but your heart flutters at the thought nonetheless.

fine, you conclude to yourself — if it’s a date he wants, then you suppose you could spare some more time for him.

[loveablejeekies]

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↪ fluff, gender neutral reader, est relationships

⤹ i thought of trying something different after my long hiatus hahah. i hope you like this! tell me if i should make more of these?

[kyufessions]

days like this

synopsis: your solo shopping day turns into a day with your boyfriend

pairings: boyfriend! chenle x g.n. reader

genre: fluff

word count: 0.8k

a/n: kinda dreamt about this so i had to write about it 🤭 also not proof read at all oopsies

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois @jungsusvillain

“How about this shirt?”

You sighed, shaking your head in disagreement. “Anything but a black tee, babe.” you grab the shirt and put it back in it’s rightful place, making sure to fold it up somewhat correctly. “You have little to no color in your wardrobe.”

Your boyrfiend rolls his eyes, looking through the stack of shirts he likes. Unfortunately, no colorful ones stick out to him so he moves onto the rack of clothing beside the table of clothes. “I have some colorful clothes.” he grumbles under his breath, a pout playing on his lips as he speaks.

“Your basketball tees don’t count.” you tease, looking over at him and chuckling at his facial expression. He looks offended, a dramatic hand flying to his chest. Smiling, you start looking through the rack with him. You pick up a yellow graphic tee, one with a design you figured he'd like. “What about this one?”

As you hold it against him, he scrunches his nose as he looks down at himself. “The design is nice, i don’t mind it.” you watch him for a few seconds, examining his face to see if he’s lying. He continues looking down, really seeing if he actually likes it. Feeling your eyes burning into him, he meets your gaze and tilts his head confused. “What?”

You suck in your bottom lip between your teeth, squinting your eyes up at him playfully. “I cant tell if you’re serious or not.”

Chenle grabs the shirt from your hands, tossing it into the cart next to the pile of clothing you’re buying. Originally, today’s trip was just for you to do some shopping for some new clothes as you’re starting to outgrow your old ones. But since chenle had the day off as well, he tagged along and decided you both could do some shopping together. He just didn’t think he’d be confronted about the lack of rainbow in his closet and be dragged into the men’s clothing section of target.

“I like the shirt, baby. I’ll just have to get used to the color.” he watches your eyes sparkle under the retail lighting at his confession, smiling at you and cupping your face in his hands. He ignores your question to the sudden affection, knowing he’s not too fond of PDA. “you’re so cute.” he mumbles before pecking your face with several kisses, his smile never leaving his face.

You just allow whatever is happening, happen. Regardless of the other shoppers who may be looking at you two in the middle of the men’s clothing section being lovey dovey. you take in all of your boyfriend's love, giggling between his kisses. placing your hands on top of his, you wiggle your head in different directions as you pull away from him.

“what was that for?” you question, placing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose before letting go of his hands and starting to walk towards another rack of clothing.

chenle admires the blush refusing to leave your face, his happy grin staying permanently on his face. “you’re just so cute.”

looking back at him, you tug the cart closer to both of you as you take him by the hand and towards another rack of shirts. “i love you too.” he may not be good with words sometimes, but you knew exactly what he meant. or at least by now you’d had hoped you did. “come on, shopping isn’t done yet.”

grumbling, his pout returns as his bottom lip pokes out at you. as you show him shirts, he doesn’t do much looking at them. but rather let’s you choose what you think would look best on him- he trusts your judgment and prefers admiring you instead.

“what happened to being a golden retriever and black cat?” chenle asks randomly as you had finished putting more clothes in the cart.

you start walking down the aisle towards the pants, the cart in front of you as he walks beside you the best he could maneuver around the tables and mannequins. “we still are, but what if i want to be the black cat sometimes?” you stop in front of the jeans, looking for ones that fit his style the best until you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist. looking back, you see him staring down at you lovingly. “what’s up with you today?” you tease, adding a small laugh afterwards to further add that you’re joking.

“i just love days like this with you.” is all he says before placing his head on top of yours, looking at the jeans you had in your hand. “plus, you can never be the black cat.”

you roll your eyes, hitting his arm softly with the jeans in your hand. “i can be if i wanted to.”

he shakes his head with a hum, grabbing the jeans and checking the size. “maybe one day.”

instead of leaving with clothes for just yourself and some items for your apartment, you left with a long receipt with items printed on it totaling up to hundreds of dollars. but you would do it all over again and again if it meant spending another waking moment with chenle.

[sunshyni]

Sun vi que você ta aceitando pedidos e estou me cocando querendo uma fic muito amorzinho do chenle, pensei em algo com a op tentando entender mais sobre basquete pra meio que agradar ele mas qualquer coisa vale🥹🥹

Dandelion | Zhong Chenle

Notinha da Sun: eu estava com 3 coisas em mente, transição Halloween-Natal, Mariah Carey, Dandelions (da Ruth B.) e esse pedido. Tá, listei 4 coisas, na verdade KKKKKK E deu nisso, tá bem fofinho, anon!! Espero que você curta!! 🙏

w.c: 0.7k

Boa leitura, docinhos!! 🌼

Você adorava o início de novembro, pois era a transição perfeita entre duas datas que amava: Halloween e Natal. Gostava de encontrar um novo vídeo da Mariah Carey com o famoso “It's Time,” representando exatamente esse período de mudança.

Chenle sabia disso. Ele te conhecia bem e também gostava de você há um bom tempo. Na verdade, vocês dois se gostavam; era evidente. Você, sempre cheia de gestos, amava uma surpresa, embora sentisse um nervosismo enquanto ele cobria seus olhos, conduzindo você até a quadra interna da escola, que estava fechada. Mas, juntos, conseguiram driblar o sistema — na verdade, não exatamente driblar. O zelador sabia da paixão de Chenle e o presenteava com a chave da quadra para que ele pudesse treinar nos finais de semana.

— O que é isso? — você perguntou quando ele parou de cobrir seus olhos, revelando a quadra iluminada apenas por luzinhas de Natal e algumas abóboras espalhadas com luzes alaranjadas. — Você fez tudo isso sozinho?

— Tive ajuda — ele respondeu, claramente se referindo aos amigos. Você sorriu, e ele te ofereceu uma bola de basquete sem te dar tempo para digerir tudo aquilo primeiro. — Vai, me mostra o que te ensinei ontem.

— Não vem com esse tom confiante pra cima de mim. Não tem como eu ter melhorado em um dia só — você retrucou, pegando a bola dele e tocando nos dedos dele de propósito, o que o fez sorrir feito um bobo. Na verdade, vocês dois eram bobos um pelo outro. — Eu seguro assim, né?

Você mostrou, e Chenle corrigiu suas mãos, tocando gentilmente sua cintura para encorajá-la. Um arrepio percorreu seu corpo. Sempre detestou esportes; o único tipo de movimento físico que apreciava era a dança. Detestava correr, andar de bicicleta, e odiava ainda mais esportes que envolviam arremessar bolas, especialmente por um incidente no ensino fundamental, quando foi atingida por uma durante uma aula de vôlei.

Mas Chenle amava aquilo, e você percebia, pouco a pouco, que gostava muito dele, nos mínimos detalhes. Estar disposta a encarar algo porque ele apreciava era uma demonstração de carinho, um gesto de amor.

Num impulso, você arremessou a bola, que por pouco não atravessou o aro; ela rolou por ele antes de cair no chão.

— Você foi ótima, tá tudo bem — ele disse, correndo um pouco para pegar a bola distante. Ele afastou os cabelos e te olhou. — Mas eu não te trouxe aqui exatamente pra isso.

— Desembucha — você disse, cruzando os braços, sem ter ideia do que ele estava planejando. Chenle sorriu.

— Espera. Preciso pegar uma coisa antes — ele foi até a arquibancada, onde estava sua mochila, e voltou com algo escondido entre as mãos. Ele mostrou para você, sem desfazer a pequena cúpula que formou com as mãos. Você fez uma expressão confusa ao ver o dente-de-leão quase completamente desfeito.

— O que…

— Se você tivesse que fazer um pedido, qual seria? — ele perguntou, e seu coração disparou ao notar o olhar sincero que ele lançava para você. Não queria mais esconder. Chenle tinha preparado tudo aquilo para você; não havia como ele não gostar de você tanto quanto você dele. Então, num ato de coragem, você disse, de uma só vez, um pouco rápido demais, quase sem voz:

— Pediria para você ser meu.

Chenle te olhou, os olhos brilhando como os seus, e sorriu meio sem jeito, como se mal pudesse acreditar no que você acabara de dizer.

— Eu ia ser mais simples; pediria um beijo seu, mas acho que você expressou melhor o meu desejo — você sorriu, observando enquanto Chenle assoprava o dente-de-leão, tocando gentilmente seu rosto com firmeza. — Que bom que dá no mesmo.

Você sorriu e o puxou para finalmente unir seus lábios. Foi exatamente como você imaginava: doce, mas preciso, cadenciado, bonito. Um pouco travesso como o Halloween, quente como o Natal.

— Não precisa fingir que gosta de basquete por minha causa. Já sei que você me ama — ele disse, depois de se afastarem, e você o acertou levemente, embora permanecessem juntos.

— Quem disse?

Com o tom confiante de sempre, Chenle respondeu:

— Seus olhos.

@sunshyni. Todos os direitos reservados.

[nominzn]

Jo Malone & Pinot Noir

chenle x leitora gênero: fluff; friends to lovers. Chenle reconhece que ser amigo de infância teria suas vantagens: te conhece bem, sabe como te agradar e te faria feliz como ninguém; no entanto, até hoje a confissão está presa na garganta.  mlist wc: 1.2k a/n: essa aqui nasceu de um devaneio caótico com a @ncdreaming​. eu sou lelé pelo chenle. ele não queria parecer emocionado, mas falhou, viu? espero que gostem. :)

você: po aí 

você: nem p apresentar né

você: os de vdd eu sei quem são

Chenle revirou os olhos ao ler tuas respostas ao seu mais novo story, que contava com a menção ao instagram de mark, seu colega da faculdade. Foram almoçar juntos antes de iniciar um projeto cuja data de entrega se aproximava, e resolveu postar pra registrar o momento descontraído do outro. 

Sentiu seu interior borbulhar de ciúmes e respondeu com um emoji de sobrancelha levantada, sem coragem de falar a verdade. Quando o assunto era você, o chinês de confiança quase inabalável perdia a postura. Ele reconhecia que ser amigo de infância teria suas vantagens: te conhecia bem, sabia como te agradar e te faria feliz como ninguém; no entanto, até hoje a confissão estava presa na garganta. 

Nos últimos meses, esse lance tinha tomado proporções intoleráveis, e o menino começou até a evitar sair com você para festas, pois odiava ver o tanto de babaca que te dava mole. Era agoniante perceber seus risinhos forçados, acompanhados dos carinhos sedutores nos ombros de um qualquer… detestava ficar passando vontade.

Abrindo o arquivo, viu você acompanhada de Jaemin e Hyuck, no supermercado. O último escondeu o rosto com um hangloose e deu uma risadinha, enquanto o primeiro só tirou os olhos do celular pra fazer um biquinho e exibir uma piscadela. 

você: chama ele p hj

você: o jaemin disse q n liga

você: [vídeo]

Chenle xingou os amigos mentalmente. amigos da onça, isso sim. Os dois estavam bem cientes de como ele te enxergava, ainda assim deixariam um pseudo interesse amoroso, parceiro dele, ir na resenha e possivelmente pegar a mulher que queria para si?

Inspirou fundo, contou até dez, e a irritação momentânea passou. Recobrando a sobriedade, decidiu-se: essa enrolação acabaria hoje mesmo, no bendito jantar – para qual não convidara mark, obviamente. 

Despedindo-se do colega após finalizar a tarefa, entrou na X6 e suspirou pesado, jogando a mochila no banco do carona. Precisava bolar um plano de ataque. Caso chegasse na casa de Jaemin despreparado, a coragem repentina poderia evaporar.

Dirigiu calmamente pela cidade, necessitava colocar a cabeça no lugar e pensar em como chegaria em você. Tinha receio de parecer emocionado, mas, principalmente, não queria assustá-la. Com todo o estresse atrelado à tentativa de esconder os sentimentos, ele nunca se permitiu reparar o tanto que te queria. Como seria bom se vocês ficassem, puta merda. Agora vislumbrava com clareza o quanto era doido pra te ter assim; pretendia, todavia, fazer tudo com calma e deixar que você se ajustasse a ideia de vocês dois juntos. 

Chenle não mediu esforços para se apresentar bem. Teriam apenas uma noite de pizza e vinhos, então seria desnecessário, e suspeito, usar peças mais refinadas; sabia, porém, como suas roupas casuais mexiam contigo. Vestiu-se de forma simples, all black, dando o toque final com teu moletom favorito dele, além do Jo Malone que também gostava – sempre elogiava seu cheiro. Dando-se por satisfeito, partiu em direção a tua casa, que não era longe dali. Haviam combinado a carona uns dias antes, você não precisou insistir pra que ele aceitasse.

“Tá cheiroso, Lele.” Disse ao entrar no carro, inclinando-se para depositar um beijinho carinhoso na bochecha do rapaz, que torceu o rosto bem a tempo do canto da boca roubar o contato. 

“Valeu, gatinha.” Sorriu trêfego, mesmo esforçando-se para fingir que nada tinha acontecido. O rubor na tua face acabou camuflado na meia-luz da bmw, e ele deu partida, retomando o caminho até o destino. 

Rapidamente chegaram, e o jovem se preparou para estacionar o carro largo numa vaga complicada, mas bem em frente à casa de Jaemin. Tirando o cinto de segurança, apoiou o braço direito no banco do carona e virou o pescoço pra trás. Sua mão esquerda se mantivera no volante, conduzindo facilmente. Teus olhos acompanhavam cada movimento, observando o cabelo desalinhado, a mandíbula definida e o pescoço exposto... tão lindo.

“Teu carro não tem câmera traseira?” Indagou rindo fraco, não imaginava que o chinês fazia de propósito. Ele bem sabia que julgava o ato atraente. 

“Que mané câmera, bebê.” Deixou o apelido escapar. “O pai sabe o que tá fazendo.” Completou, parando o automóvel com sucesso. “Tá maluco, sei muito!” 

Mirando-se no espelho do banheiro, percebeu os lábios arroxeados pela bebida que lhe deixara leve. Tô meio alegrinha, concluiu para si mesma. Saindo do cômodo, notou o corredor escuro e logo franziu o cenho. Jurava que a luz estava acesa antes de entrar ali. 

“Procurando alguma coisa?” Surpreendeu-se com a voz mansa do melhor amigo, que enlaçou as mãos na tua cintura, sem permitir que o visse de frente. 

“Não, eu tava…” Ele pousou o queixo sobre um dos teus ombros, o bendito perfume atingiu teus sentidos e te impediu de racionar. “sei lá, nem lembro.”

“Vamo’ ali rapidinho?” Sinalizou com a cabeça, mas pegou teu dedo mindinho com o próprio, te conduzindo para entrar na varanda iluminada somente pelo luar. 

Chenle entrou primeiro e te observou cerrar a porta balcão. Sentou-se em um dos bancos altos e te trouxe para mais perto de si, posicionando-a entre suas pernas. Levantou uma de suas mãos para acariciar tua bochecha macia, fixando os olhos nos teus, em total silêncio. Você não se reconhecia capaz de desviar o olhar, e muito menos de se afastar do menino para voltar pros amigos. As conversas abafadas no andar de baixo já não eram mais importantes. 

Com toque sedutor, dedos cálidos seguiram até tua nuca, aproximando os rostos mais um pouquinho. Questionava-se se o tempo estava passando mais devagar, ou se Chenle mexia-se com lentidão. A verdade era que ele não queria que aquilo fosse imaginação, nem que terminasse.

Você apertou as pálpebras pesadas, então Lele aproveitou para afagar a ponta do teu nariz com o próprio. Estavam tão perto, isso estava te matando. Ele não tinha pressa alguma, testaria teus limites somente por provocação; não previu, entretanto, que você tomaria iniciativa.

“Me beija, Lele.” Declarou num sussurro suplicante, completamente envolvida.  

“Posso?” A voz grave perguntou baixinho. Não te beijaria sem uma resposta, mas, te esperando, não resistiu roçar delicadamente os lábios. 

Com isso, atingiu teu máximo. Capturou os lábios carnudinhos dele nos teus com paixão, e descobriu que era muito superior ao que já havia fantasiado. Beijavam-se vagarosamente, o gosto de lar e Pinot Noir nas línguas desfazendo qualquer pudor restante. As digitais acariciando teu quadril te incendiavam, enquanto as outras ainda te guiavam pelo pescoço; as suas, ora agarravam com força o capuz, ora os braços musculosos. 

“Duvido que outro te beijaria assim.” Murmurou no selinho demorado, como se te confiasse um segredo. Estava entorpecido não mais pelo vinho, mas por você. Como não recebeu resposta, afastou-se minimamente e indagou: “Fala pra mim. Quem, hm?” Mordiscou o lábio sensível.

“Só você, Lele.” Mal compreendia a própria fala, só ansiava voltar a beijá-lo. E o fez.

Contudo, ouviram um burburinho bem próximo da varanda. Exigiu muito de Chenle se separar de você e fazer de conta que estavam apenas trocando uma ideia esse tempo todo. 

“Vocês estão bem?” Hyuck estava debruçado na porta, inclinando a cabeça para dentro da varanda. “Geral já tá indo embora.”

“Sim, sim, já vamo’ descer.” Você anunciou, admirando as unhas recém feitas, disfarçando o melhor que podia. 

Assim que o moreno fechou a porta novamente, você e chenle trocaram um olhar arteiro e reprimiram as risadas baixas, querendo discrição. Ele depositou vários selinhos cheios de carinho entre os sorrisos, sem acreditar que quase haviam sido pegos. 

A volta pra casa foi diferente, definitivamente. O polegar do chinês afagando sua coxa ao dirigir, e os risinhos ao se olharem nos sinais vermelhos, e a despedida prolongada dentro da X6 denunciavam: não importava quanto tempo havia passado, eles tinham apenas acabado de começar. 

[strrykais]

brother’s best friend falling for you (thank you to my wife @viasdreams for the “fallin in love” idea ily)

a/n : found this picture of him and i've been foaming at the mouth for 20 minutes… i need him (this one for my chenle lovers aka me)

nct dream masterlist

[chenlesfavorite]

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NIGHT RIDER : chapter 36 — nothing more than a bad decision

back — masterlist — next

! author’s note : i can’t make them happy just yet… sorry guys ☹️🙏

✮⋆˙ taglist: @nanaxwi @neocrashed @404tytrack @connormurphynation @dudekiss3r @injunnie-lemon @chenlesfeetpic @neozon3nha @morkiee @doughyk @i03jae @haechology @foxy-kitsune @fullsunbabe @polarisjisung @beommii @soobiverse @onlyhyunjin @lostinneocity @yyangj3lly @junviadinho @miyawwn @marvelahsobx @starfilledgaze @nosungluv @gukuwii @bitchzitschimi @whoooootf @nneteyamss @theandypark @urslytherin @xcosmi @taroddori @winwintea @iamsimplyasimp @ckline35 @yutarot @sunghoonsgfreal @roseangelxfuma @thegracerammy @nctjunie @do-you-remember-summer-127 @cosmic-marauder @tanjanro @myouthles @nctrawberries @octubreuno @galacticpurpl3 @voikiraz @defzcl @silvsie @the-swageyama-tobiyolo

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[myremdreams]

Numb pt. 1 - Zhong Chenle

FIRST post and FIRST FIC AHH sorry if its bad lol

i wrote this up while my power was out during the hurricane, its not proofread or like rlly thought out just thought it was cute ig lol. i wanna continue this so this will be a lil pt 1! i hope u enjoy!

☆ fluff (mentions of alcohol) ☆ female character (no name), no mention of hair, eye, or skin color!

                Being back from tour had been rough on Chenle. While on tour, he'd finally felt free. Each city brought something new that sparked life into him, something he desperately needed after the past few months of relentless work in a sterile practice room. The feeling of landing in a new place with so much to explore is like a drug to him… I guess he’ll have to wait to feel that life in him again. It’s funny, never in his 20+ years did he ever feel so addicted to something other than success. Once he achieved a certain status, he felt grateful for his dreams finally coming true, but regardless, a certain numbness followed. When he was touring though, he felt anything but numb. Tired? Yes. Out of breath? Always. Desperate for a drink after a 3-hour performance? Absolutely. But never numb. Now he can only relive his time through memories. Scrolling through the photo album on his phone has become a regular occurrence. Unfortunately, the 12-hour practice days with little to no sun or fresh air are back.

Normally, after a trip, he was quick to snap back into the regular routine. Wake up, eat, practice, eat, sleep… maybe… yeah probably not as much as he should. Something was different this time though. As much as he’d like to chalk it up to jet lag, he knew it was something deeper. That’s why when he found out about the 3 weeklong break coming up, he had a flight booked to Atlanta before he could check if he chose a one-way or a round trip. ‘One way huh?’ Maybe it's a sign. His trip left in two days, and he could not wait for these next two days to be over.

Landing in Atlanta, he let out a sigh of relief. 24+ hours and getting stuck in San Francisco was not on his original itinerary, but he decided to buy a Warriors jersey while he was there to make up for the stress. His journey to the hotel was per usual, the Omni Downtown was familiar to him but still felt fancy enough to enjoy himself. ‘Shit.’ ‘What do I do now?’ Yeah, maybe he should have thought of that before impulse-buying a ticket across the world. Well, the clock just hit 10:45 and it’s plenty dark out, nothing better than a quick trip to the bar for a drink and then heading to bed.

The bar of the hotel was anything but ordinary, the rooftop deck had prettier views than he had expected, and the music set the mood just right. He forgets that normal people are able to enjoy things like this. No fear of being seen, no fear of your life being ruined by a photo attached to an untrue rumor. He takes a deep breath for what seems like the first time in weeks. He feels alive again.

The bartender was busy working on what looked like an espresso martini for someone across the bar, so he decided to take in the scene around him again. The sky was dark but the lights from the buildings illuminated the area around him. The rooftop deck was filled with fluorescent lights, blues, and pinks dancing off people moving to the music the DJ played. Speaking of the music, he swears he’s heard this song before but can’t remember the name, it’s jazzy with a hint of R&B groove, and shit it works so well together.

His attention is brought back to the bartender as he asks what drink he was wanting to order. “I’ll have a Naughty and Spice, thanks.” Slightly embarrassing to say out loud, but it looked pretty good on their seasonal menu, and he’ll never say no to gin. As he waits for his play on words to be made, he looks across the open bar and zeroes in on the new owner of that espresso martini. She’s hard to miss now that the bartender’s moved out of the way, she’s incredible. He’s honestly not sure how so much beauty could be held in a soft smile and thin strands of hair escaping her clipped-up hair, gracefully being carried by the wind. For the first time in a long time, he’s captivated. He would have missed the bartender coming back completely if she hadn’t gotten up from her chair and walked towards the dance floor. “Oh sorry, here’s my card you can just open a tab for me.” As the bartender nods, as if in a trance Chenle found himself walking towards a table near the dance floor. Keeping a respectful distance he silently watched as she danced with a few friends. He’s never seen someone look so happy and carefree. When was the last time he felt like that before tonight? ‘Maybe this bar has magical healing properties’, he joked to himself.

 Looking back at her he realized this woman was the type of beautiful you almost felt ashamed to be in the presence of. At the same time, something you couldn’t look away from, you’d curse yourself for missing a single second. Her beauty wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t overbearing, it was almost like when you’re driving home from work and maybe you took a different route home this time, maybe the long one, but on that road, you see a sunset that takes away all of your focus, all of your worries. A sunset you’ve never allowed yourself to look at before. Most days you try to race home, wanting to escape the confines of the company building. Thinking of the duties of work or thinking about everything you must do once you get home, not recognizing the painted sky surrounding you. You’ve been missing something so beautiful, so incredible, and hey maybe it was right there, and you never noticed. But maybe you weren’t meant to notice until you took that different route home.  Chenle took a different route this time and finally noticed.

She glanced up at him noticing his gaze and let out a laugh, as if she was amused by the spell she’d put him under. Feeling embarrassed and slightly creepy, he looks away trying to focus on anything but the most beautiful view in front of him. Shifting between the bar, the patrons, and the city lights, his eyes eventually found their way back to her. Her drink was half full, her nails neatly painted red, lipstick carefully put on to match, the dress he wonders if she got tailored to her measurements, it somehow fit just right. He’d looked at women before and felt the burn of lust, but this wasn’t just lust, he was in awe of her energy entirely. He craved to know her. Craved to have a simple conversation with her. Or at least just let him learn her name. Even if all he ever got was one more look, he’d do anything… please.  

As if she heard his plea, she looked over at him again, this time with a more inviting feel. Was he supposed to go over there? He would hate to read the situation wrong. The last thing he would ever want is to make a woman uncomfortable with his presence. He sat in thought for a few more minutes, not able to bring himself to look at her. Now he’s really wondering if he’s being a creep who just burdens a woman by staring at her all night. Maybe he should go back to his room. If he’s being honest with himself, he would hate to leave without the promise he would get to see her again. Suppose you can’t have what you want all the time.

He picked up his empty glass and turned to go back to the bar to close out. A faint smell of vanilla and cherry found him as he turned around. “Excuse me.” He attempts to pass but feels a hand on his arm which instantly knocks him out of his self-pity. He’d been so in his head that he failed to realize the person now grabbing onto him was the person he’d desperately needed all evening. His eyes widen and he steps back feeling the rush of adrenaline coarse his veins, complete and utter shock. She was even more gorgeous right in front of him. He took another deep breath, steadying himself. “Hi, I’m not sure if this is weird but I noticed you looking over earlier and wanted to give you my number before you left. I didn’t have the balls to ask you to dance earlier, but maybe this will make up for it?” She holds up a small napkin, still with a visible ring around it from a drink, but he doesn’t care about that. Her number was carefully written in black ink and a kiss mark the same shade of red adorning her lips sat right above it.

He stared down at her, simultaneously brushing the soft skin of her fingers while he tried to transfer the napkin into his hands, if he died right now, he’d feel like his life was absolutely one well lived. He took in all of her. She had little freckles across her collarbone, they led to her neck that led up to her perfect face. Her eyes were expectantly waiting for a reply, he took a mental image of her lashes fluttering up at him. She had looked nervous, but it made her sexier somehow. “Thank you, yeah I noticed you over there, you looked beautiful, I wasn’t sure how to approach you, so I decided to just give up.” He put his hand through his hair frustrated with his “uncool” honesty. She threw her head back and laughed and he’d felt alive once again. He followed her gaze behind him as she started to shush someone, her friends who obviously had too much to drink, freezing as if they’d been caught. “I think my very inconspicuous friends need to be brought to bed, thankfully it’s only a floor down so I won’t have to carry them too far.” A part of him felt relieved he might get the chance to see her again so soon. “Oh, I’m staying here too, maybe I’ll see you around?” She laughed once more, sending a rush through his body, “Maybe use that number I gave you and we’ll find out.” She turned away and while she walked back to her friends, all he could do was stand there. He’d come to this city to feel alive again, and my god did he already get so much more.

[wonielvr]

[02:32] – zhong chenle

knock... knock... knock

a loud banging of stones hitting your window rouses you and forces you to get out of bed to see what's going on.

knock... knock... knock

now, there are not many people that can be so committed to waking you up at 3am by throwing rocks from the garden at your window, yet your boyfriend, chenle, is one of them.

knock... knock... knock

once you finally open the window, you witness chenle wrapped in a big black sweater with his lips forming a wide smile, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"what the hell are you doing lele, it's 3am," you mumbled almost incoherently "i missed you and you didn't answer my text so I thought I would come by." "I'm coming down to open the door".

usually when you'll open the door chenle will kiss or hug you like the good boyfriend he is, but instead he abruptly swept your feet to pick you up bridal style back to your bed to get a good night's sleep. after a long staircase and a few extra steps you got to your bed.

"good night lovely, sorry for interrupting your beauty sleep," he mumbled quietly as you drifted off to dream land. "It's okay, as long as you cuddle me."

[lelengerine]

hiii i love ur writing sm! i saw u had a drabble event and the bookstore and soulmate au caught my attention!🥹 i was wondering if u could write abt those two aus w lele or jaem 🥹…preferably lele since there’s a shortage of fics of him :<

a little comfort and hot cocoa

pairing | chenle x reader

genre | soulmate and bookstore au, lele calls you dummy (affectionately !!), no pronouns are explicitly used in this, lmk if there’s anything i missed!

wc | 0.9k

notes | i feel like this is one of the drabbles im really happy with (mainly because its lele and i absolutely adore my little gummy bear) thank u anon for the req and finally giving me the motivation to write about him !! i apologize for it being very overdue though, pls ACCEPT THIS AS MY OFFERING

this is part of my drabble req event here!

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a familiar jingle passes your ears as you push open the fogged-up glass door leading up to your neighborhood’s local bookstore – the scent of vanilla and cardamom wafting in the air. rows of slightly tattered bookshelves come into view, one that has you unknowingly smiling to yourself.

you’d often drop by when life was getting a little too hectic, finding solace in the comfort of the quaint bookstore. there, you’d be greeted by the warmest of smiles presented by the elderly couple who worked in the store as bookkeepers and knew you almost as if they were close relatives. there weren’t much customers during the day, so they let you stay as long as you pleased, even setting aside a cup of hot cocoa for you when the days got a little chilly.

the welcoming atmosphere almost allows you to completely forget the reason for your visit, only recalling you had just rushed out of an exam, already knowing in your heart that despite the countless hours you spent tirelessly studying your notes, you could have never prepared yourself for the items on the test. 

whatever. that wasn’t the point right now. 

you needed to stop thinking about it for a moment, just until the point came when you didn’t feel like bursting into tears at the mere mention of the topic. you come up to the counter with steadfast movements, yet you didn’t expect that someone else entirely was manning the register at this hour – then again you usually dropped by in the evening when it was just an hour into the afternoon at the moment.

“uh, you’ve been staring. are you alright?” the new staff member asks, a look of slight concern washing over his face at your blanked-out state. your line of sight eventually focuses on him, noting how he resembles a little pouty kitten, which only makes you want to ruffle his hair and even pinch his cheeks. yet, you soon realize his hand had been waving in front of you the entire time, silently calling your attention, and you snap out of your trance, wondering what got into you. 

you weren’t one to space out in the first place. that was… well… a little odd.

“y-yeah, sorry. it’s just that i’m used to the elderly couple that usually takes the shifts in the evening.” you state, trying to downplay your frazzled expression by sparking up small talk.

his head tilts a little to the side, a purse on his lips remains for a moment before he decides to speak, “oh, you mean my grandparents?”

“they’re your grandparents…?” you sputter without much thinking, repeating the same information you were just told. 

“that’s what i just said, dummy.” a chuckle emits out of the boy, and your cheeks grow hot from embarrassment. though it’s only been a couple of minutes since you’ve met him, and he’s already begun poking fun at you, his presence is something you’re immediately fond of. you’re comforted by it, reminding you of the cozy ambience that radiates off the bookstore itself.

there was no doubt he wasn’t related to the lovely elderly couple you often greeted during your visits because he was just as lovely.

“can’t someone make an honest mistake around here?” you huff softly, crossing your arms together as if you were offended by his words.

“i never said that!” he quickly responds, “i was just correcting you.” a teasing smile makes its way up his lips, eyes crinkling to make it seem as if he had whiskers – a kitten, you point out in your mind. “what’s your name anyways? by the way you talk, you seem like a regular around here.”

“i am, somewhat?” you answer back with the shrug of your shoulders, “i come here when i… feel like it.”

“well, if you need company… you can always look for me.” it was like he read your mind from your hesitance to answer his question alone. did that mean he wanted to spend time with you? surely no one would say something like that if they didn’t want to see you again, right? your heart starts going into overdrive at the thought, unable to understand the foreign, yet fluttery feeling in your stomach. 

your gaze turns away from him in hopes of calming your poor heart, “i don’t even know your name.”

“chenle. zhong chenle.” even his stride remains confident, eyes still on you even though you’ve turned away from him. “that gives you no excuse to not come find me now, does it?”

“i suppose so… i’m y/n by the way.” you mumble out hesitantly, fumbling with your fingers, and he chuckles at the meekness you’re displaying in front of him. how endearing, he thinks.

“good. make sure you do that then.” chenle walks out of the counter, making his way towards you in light steps, and before you know it, he’s giving a gentle pat to your head. “i hear you like hot cocoa? i’ll prepare you a cup.” he bids before scurrying off to the back of the store, leaving you like a deer caught in headlights.

how did he know you enjoyed hot cocoa here? how much did he know? had he known who you were since the beginning? 

albeit you’re now slightly embarrassed at the revelation, and yet the questions that pop up just as quickly as a system error in your laptop tingle your curiosity. maybe, just maybe, you have a new reason for coming back to frequent the local bookstore.