#i did this in like 30 mins excuse the shitty art

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5 MORE DAYS!!

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Dream in a Dream (One shot)

pairing : jeno x reader

reason: because it's jeno's birthday 🥺💚

warnings: please forgive me for any errors that you might meet along the way. i did not proofread this and just wrote this because it's jeno's birthday ㅠㅠ don't get mad at me for my lack of vocabulary or my grammar mistakes ㅠㅠ

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"Are you going to the coffeeshop again?" Your bestfriend asked whilst you were checking your reflection in her vanity mirror.

"Yeri, stop saying "again", it's not like i always go there." You reapplied your lipstick to finish your light make-up look.

"Yn, you basically go there every fucking day just to check out the barista for the last 2 months, who are you even kidding?" Yeri rolled his eyes at the embarrassment that is her bestfriend, yes, you.

"Geez, chill down, Susan. It's not like i have nothing else to do. I mean, it's not my fault that my body needs caffeine every single day." Of course that's just your shitty reasoning which Yeri catches without blinking.

"Bitch, don't even give me that same lame excuse. Just say you're a simp and go." Yeri is tired of you simping around this barista for the last two months without doing anything about it.

"I AM NOT SIMPING OVER HIM! I'm just admiring art." You sighed dreamily as you remember the handsome barista who takes your order and makes them with those beautiful hands.

"Yn, you're not admiring art, you're a creep! I told you to say hi and introduce yourself and not just order coffee and sit on the farthest corner oogling at the poor guy." You rolled your eyes at the stupid suggestion of your bestfriend. How could she even think of you introducing yourself to that beautiful boy? You can't even function well when he give you that beautiful smile that makes his eyes formed the shape of a crescent moon.

"Just do it. It's been two months, Yn. Two months of me listening to your simp words of how beautiful his smile is, or how his eyes would go minute when he smiles, or how he looks like that meme of a smiling dog, or how his arms looks so wonderful in his uniform as he "skillfully" make your order with those "beautiful hands"--", your bestfriend's flow of words was put on a halt as you covered her mouth as she protested.

"STOP. I know, okay? I'm pathetic. I can't help it. He's beautiful, like really beautiful. I'm pretty sure Ten only hired him because he will make his cafe famous. I mean, he's not wrong. Ever since he started working in there, Dream in a Dream got more customers, teenage customers." That's basically the reason why you were not able to find confidence in properly introducing yourself, not when there are tons of pretty girls gawking over him on a daily basis.

"Yn, you are fucking beautiful, plus your personality is fucking wonderful. If he doesn't like you by now after the countless times you sashayed your ass in there, he's dumb and he's not worth your attention." Yeri put and emphasis on the words she has spoken just so it can be etched in your mind.

"Damn, hype woman, chill. But thanks Yeri, I mean I have developed this huge ass crush and I'm scared that when I make a move the illusion will break and he's nothing like I imagined him to be." Of course that's just part of your worries, because the main one is still related to how you're not confident enough.

"Are you boo boo the fool, Yn? Of course you wouldn't know about that if you won't talk to him. You'll just end up putting more and more illusion in your head if you continue on lurking around instead of speaking to him. The worst case scenario is he will decline you because he has a girlfriend, though it will suck more if he declines your invite and yet he's single, like bitch, he just plainly doesn't like you."

"See this is why I'm not sure if you're my bestfriend! You hype me and then you bring me down!" You sat beside your bestfriend on her bed as the other just continued lying down.

"I'm just giving your the possible scenarios that would happen if you ask him out or just talk to him after his shift. Or maybe just ask him if he's single, so you can stop simping and wasting your time."

"He's worth my time." You heard Yeri fake-gagged at your response.

"Simp culture." You smacked her ass playfully before you stood up and walked towards the door to signal your departure. But before you left you looked back at your bestfriend and she's looking at you warily.

"Fine, maybe I'll say something more to him later, aside from my order."

"You better be, or I'm revoking your bestfriend benefits."

--

The walk towards Dream in a Dream was stressful since you kept on weighing Yeri's advice. Can you really dare to speak to the beautiful barista?

Even before arriving to the counter, you already saw him looking like some shining, shimmering, splendid prince who got sent by the King to work in a cafe for his humility training or something.

And like some coming age movie, he slowly looked up from the cash register and your eyes locked and he smiled at you, fucking smiled at you. Can i have that smile forever? You can only dream.

"Hi Yn, how are you?"

"Hi Jeno, I'm fine, I guess. Thanks for asking. How are you?" You felt your stomach did a some tumbling stunt as you heard your name rolled down his tongue perfectly.

"Better now that my favorite customer is here." Damn, those beautiful eye blinding smile again. You've seen it countless of times and you still can't get over it. Why are you like this?

"Liar." You smiled shyly at the boy you are obviously fucking whipped for.

"Can you two stop flirting in front of my salad?" The little moment was now gone, fucking Ten and his single ass being all bitter. He's basically just seating on his owner's table not so far away from the counter, yet he still noticed.

"Damn Boss, stop interrupting. You're making me miss my shot." Jeno just smiled at you apologetically but you on the other side is obviously on some trance. What the hell?? What does he mean by missing his shot? Jeno, shoot your shot! I'll be yours way before you could ask me out! You're obviously being delusional again, but who cares? A girl can dream.

"I don't care if you flirt all you want. Just not in front of my salad, and not when you're working. We have customers, Jeno." Ten's obviously just playing around, not that you and Jeno will notice. The owner obviously noticed your admiration for his 2 month old barista, you've been a constant customer since then, never missing a day and always visits on Jeno's shift.

"Got it boss. Sorry about that, Yn. My boss and his boyfriend had some fight, so he's being too sensitive." Jeno said to you in a fake whisper. He's too close, you thought.

"That's fine, Jeno. You don't have to excuse his annoying ass. Anyways, I'll take the same order." You smiled and gave your card to the boy to pay. But Jeno waved his hand instead.

"Don't pay. This is my treat." He again smiled sheepishly, he should really stop doing that. You've already have this huge crush on him, no need to get it bigger.

"Ten will kill you. Let me pay please."

"What he doesn't know won't kill him." He winked at you like his eyes is not already small from his smile.

"Are you sure? Because it's really fine, Jeno. You don't owe me anything."

"Believe me, I do. So just say yes, please?" Damn, Jeno, if this was him asking your hand in marriage you would say yes without stuttering. But you thought, a coffee would be a good start. And what does he mean by he believes he owes you something?

"Fine, Jeno. But just this time." You brought back your card back to your sling bag and Jeno mayhaps that said something like "yippee" or "yeheey", you really don't know, he was too cute for you to stay sane.

--

You were mindlessly sipping your drink whilst looking at the people outside outside Dream when Jeno started walking towards your seat, you did not notice him though, at least not until he spoke.

"Yn?" Your daydreaming was put to an end when you heard Jeno's voice calling your name.

"Oh, hey, Jeno." You smiled ever so shyly, just like you always do when he's the one you're talking.

"Oh, hey... so I was wondering... my shift will be over in like 30 mins. Do you mind, uh, going out with me? Like just walk around the park and maybe have some dinner?" The boy scratched his ear just like he does when he's feeling shy and/or awkward.

You look at him like he just said some foreign language you haven't had the honour to learn. What did he just say? Go out? Park? Dinner?

"Earth to Yn?" Jeno spoke softly like he's talking to something small and fragile, which obviously at this point, are the words best to describe you.

"What did you just say?" You replied in almost like a whisper; but Jeno is looking at you closely so he was still able to hear what you said and that's when Ten walked by.

"He's asking you out on a date, idiot. Isn't that what you wanted?" Ten laughed as he made his way back to his table.

You swore to the heavens, that you will be snitching Ten to his father about all his shenanigans. He's like the worst cousin in the world, i mean not really, but he sort of is, right now.

"I swear to God, he's like the worst cousin." You sighed, exasperated.

"He loves you though, he always talk good things about you behind your back."

"Oh, does he now?" You raised your eyebrow for emphasis and Jeno smiled shyly in return.

"Yes, he does. I may have indulge him because I like hearing things about you."

"Oh." That was the lamest reply you have given ever since your birth. STOP EMBARRASSING YOURSELF, YN!

"Before my confidence ran out, what do you think about my invitation?"

"Oh... Yeah, s-sure. As long as you don't bite." Maybe at least now now.

"I won't. Unless you asked me too." He winked, fucking cassanova knows what he's doing. You can feel the heat creeping up your cheeks.

"I'll see you in 30 mins then?"

"Yeah, sure, Jen." Jen? Who gave you permission to give him nicknames? Get a grip of yourself, yn!

--

30 minutes later, Jeno came back. Now with his casual clothes, still looking some dashing model from a magazine.

"Ready to go?"

"You bet."

Whilst you were both about to go out the door, Ten shouted something that made you winced.

"Jeno, you can take a day off tomorrow. Sorry for making you work on your birthday, bud." Ten smiled apologetically but Jeno just smiled like the good boy that he is.

"No worries, boss. Thanks for the day off! We'll get going now. Let's go, Yn."

"Oh, yeah. Just give me a minute. I'll catch up to you. I remember I have to say something to Ten, a message from my Mom." Jeno eyed you curiously but he let it passed and told you he'll just wait outside.

You walked back to the counter and saw your cousin with sitting casually with his feet up on his table.

"Hey, Ten. Can you give me that cupcake? And maybe some candle."

Ten gave out a laugh before standing up amd getting what you ordered.

"You're fucking whipped, Cous. Be fast though, you're not the only customer eyeing him."

"Shut up. I'm trying, okay? Yeri is already on my back. Stop yourself from hopping in."

"Well, you always need a very hard push. Don't pay me for now." Ten put the cupcake in a small box with Dream in a Dream logo. You put the box carefully in your sling bag and borrowed Ten's lighter with a promise of returning it tomorrow.

When you walked out of Dream in a Dream, you saw Jeno casually leaning on his motorcycle. He has a motorcycle? Damn, he looks hotter. What the hell, yn?

"Hey, right here." Jeno waved his hand as if you'll never catch him in a sea of people. But you always do, he has that presence, at least that's the case in your eyes.

"Are we riding that?" Jeno laughed at your expression.

"Yes we will be riding this. Don't worry yn, I'm not a reckless driver." He winked. STOP WINKING, JENO.

"I still have a lot of dreams, so that's good to hear. Let's go?" Jeno nodded and gave you a helmet before putting his. Does this mean I can hug him? You felt your cheeks grow hot again with that thought.

You indeed end up hugging him during the ride to the park; since he also advised for you to hold tight. It was not a hard instruction, and definitely not against your own judgment.

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Jeno found an empty bench near the children's playground and you both sat in there silent for a few minutes before you heard him clear his throat.

"Thank you for coming with me, Yn. It means a lot to me. I'm almost technically a stranger, but you still came with me." You looked at him and maybe it's the light playing tricks on his handsome face but you could've sworn his cheeks is a little red.

"No worries, Jeno. You're not really that of a stranger. Ten knows you. I've known you for like 2 months. So that's hardly a stranger." You gave him a genuine smile, happy that Jeno invited you, or it would've been you embarrassing yourself to invite him.

"2 months, 3 days, 15 hrs, and 2 minutes."

"Huh?"

"That's the exact time I've gotten to know you." Jeno looked down, embarrassed at how he remembers clearly the time you first entered Dream in a Dream, like you're some fantasy brought to his reality.

"Oh... wow, that's quite precise." Your eyes where everywhere but on him.

"Yeah, you could say that. I almost messed up your order and would've been fired if Renjun wasn't there to help me out." Jeno smiled remembering his friend who now take an early shift.

You find your courage to be honest now that Jeno is being honest. What could go wrong, right?

"Don't worry, Jen. I messed up too. I ended up ordering Matcha Latte when I hate that drink with all my heart."

"You do? So that's why you never ordered that drink again. I remember extending my shift that day to practice how to make it perfectly though."

"You did? You're so silly." You laughed at Jeno not because he's being silly, but because he is looking like some cute puppy doing something silly, you still find yourself liking him even more.

"Yeah, people do crazy things when they're in love." It slipped Jeno's mouth before he could stop it. It felt like it was the most natural thing to say. But after looking at your shocked expression he almost feel his heart sinking. But then you smiled and hope trampled the fear as fast as it could even crawl further.

"I guess they do. So you love me, then?"

Jeno hummed before answering.

"I guess you could say that."

You raised your eyebrow.

"So you're not sure?"

Jeno sighed before looking at you straight in the eyes, with the most serious look you have seen on him.

"I love you, Yn. I'm not just sure if it's the first thing I should say after mustering up to talk to you the first time."

"Jeno, can you close your eyes?"

"What?"

"Can you close your eyes? Please?"

Jeno felt weird by the sudden request. The boy thought what if you'd run away after his sudden confession? He thought he can't blame you if you do that, he was being stupid for confessing on day 1.

"I won't run away." You said as if being able to read Jeno's thoughts. He sighed but proceeded on closing his eyes.

You immediately took out the box you've carefully arranged in your bag and lit the candle using your stupid (yet somehow still helpful) cousin's lighter.

"Jeno, you can open your eyes now." You felt the excitement in your voice, it was weird being able to hear it. But you didn't care, who cares if you're going too fast? You can get to know about each other after today.

Jeno saw your smile first before his eyes dropped on the red velvet cupcake you are holding with a candle on top of it. He find himself smiling, not just because of the effort you've exerted, but because of how beautiful you look.

"Happy birthday, Jeno. Before you make a wish, I have a fun fact for you... Did you know that I have been going to Dream in a Dream every single day for the past 2 months, 3 days, 15 hrs, and 20 mins now because I fell in love with the newly hired barista?"

Jeno laughed hard, like that kind of laugh a boy gives out which sound anything but soft. He has head thrown backwards due to laughing and you just stared at him, dumbfounded yet still in love.

"So to simplify that fun fact, you love me?"

"You could say that. Now make a wish before the wind blows your candle out."

Jeno moved closer and closed his eyes.

He doesn't have a wish anymore, he's got one already answered. He's got you. But he still finds himself wishing, because humans are after all selfish creatures.

Please, please, make this work. I love her, please make her love me more in the future.

Then Jeno opened his eyes and blow his candle. You smiled at each other like some giddy teenagers even if Jeno just turned 20, which means he's a young adult now.

"Do you mind saying it again?"

"Saying what, Jen?"

"I love that nickname by the way. Tell me how you feel about this barista."

"Demanding but fine, since it's your birthday. I love you, Lee Jeno."

"Damn, that feels good to hear. I might be asking you to say those 8 letters in the next coming minutes. But for now, let me tell you that I love you too, Yn."

He gave you a kiss on the forehead and a tight hug. It was perfect.

Two months ago a dream was born in Dream in a Dream. Two month later on the day Jeno was born, it became a reality. Now you'll find yourself celebrating two special events every April 23rd; Jeno's birthday and the birthday you now both share, hopefully for a long time.

- end -

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an: that's all. it's short i guess but i really wanted to write some one shot, so thank God it's jeno's birthday and i have an excuse. hope you enjoy it! - 고양이 🐈

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEE JENO! EVEN IF YOU ARE NOW A 20 YEAR OLD ADULT, YOU ARE STILL A BABY TO ME ��� (i'm same age with the nct pig liners 😉) love you, baby!

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How I Found a Fuckboi Abroad/Was Totally Confused/Culture Shock is Real and Not What They Tell You It Is

By Fuckboi Finder 

Not not based on a true story.

Any girl who has watched The Lizzie McGuire Movie is immediately susceptible to FAA (Fuckboi Attraction while Abroad). All we want is to be driven around on the back of a motorcycle in a European city by our very own Paolo - IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK!?

Coming from personal experience, I can say that I too have fallen for the musings of foreign fuckbois. You think that leaving the bubble that is Hanover would show you a whole new world when it comes to guys, but when a random dude in a club hits on me or tries to dance, I immediately identified the fuckboi and went the other direction. How awesome! I thought, I have finally figured out how to weed out the fuckbois in real life and move towards those elusive, legitimately great guys! 

Wrong. Oh so wrong. Do not be fooled.

The false sense of confidence of Fuckboi Finding™ was caused by a strange European tendency to be more obvious with their hitting on girls (like the equivalent of a fuckboi expecting to get some when he tries to DFMO with you in TDX). This weakened my detection skills, and I could not pick up on the nuanced fuckbois like before.

Enter: host brother with hot friends. What could go wrong?

Let me just set the scene for you:

Nice Host Brother decided to throw me (read: himself and use me the exchange student as an excuse) a “party”.  He asks his mom to sleep elsewhere (how he managed to actually pull this off I really don’t know) and invited his friends over for a lovely party.

Enter Foreign Fuckboi.

Foreign Fuckboi came over early to cook dinner for the group of friends. *Swoon* Foreign, handsome, and voluntarily cooks a meal. Consider me all but wowed.

Friends come over, fast-forward a few hours of drinking and debauchery later and we find ourselves at a club. Note: at this point Foreign Fuckboi had made no advances, purely equivalent levels of conversation as other party attendees. Very smooth, very subtle Fuckboi.

Dancing with all the obvious foreign fuckbois in the club was just a normal night on the town, but throw in the Foreign Fuckboi, and things get a little bit more interesting.

Suddenly, it’s 2:00 AM in a club that I actually cannot remember the name of because they’re really all the same (Note on the time - Europeans all go out so fucking late, like i’m sorry, I’m tryna sleep wtf can we wrap this up a little bit earlier plz??)

There I am, dancing like an American idiot next to a group of Europeans who know how to do things with their hips that only God knows must be like a genetic gift. These things cannot be taught! Thank goodness I was HAMMERED feeling super confident!

It’s now 3:00AM - same club, same shitty dance moves.

Foreign Fuckboi starts closing the space between us, and his Foreign Fuckboi Sidekick decides to start dancing with my friend. Prime signs of the beginnings of what we all know of as the subtle and polite art of ~Wingmanning~.

3:06AM, ~approx. two songs later:

Host Brother swiftly makes an appearance, suddenly Foreign Fuckboi and Foreign Fuckboi Sidekick are gone. (what actually happened here is up for speculation. Did Host brother commit the classic ~cockblock~ or did they actually just have some urgent matter to get to? The world may never know) My fellow Dartmouth friend and I keep dancing, thankfully still hammered having fun with the rest of the party’s attendees.

Time is unclear at this point in time, with me now realizing while writing this I was probably pretty very drunk. Heavy intoxication only proved to be mistake number one, causing a lack of good fuckboi detection.

Dartmouth friend and I decide to head towards outskirts of dancing area to get some space from the Grossly Obvious Foreign Fuckbois air. Suddenly, Foreign Fuckboi and his Sidekick reappear without Host Brother in sight. How... convenient. Dartmouth friend and I are subtly nudged towards the more dancy part of the club once again and commence our shitty dancing like the American Girls we are with Foreign Fuckboi and his Sidekick.

Suddenly, Foreign Fuckboi KISSES ME. The boy just fucking WENT FOR IT. Yours truly had minimal time to react/decide/think rationally/turn on Fuckboi Detection before doing anything about it, and suddenly things were in slow motion and I was totally suckered in. Consider me hit.

Fuckboi:1

Me: 0

The rest is a bittersweet night - be warned.

DFMO continues on for a good 30 min - don’t judge, your girl here can do whatever the fuck she wants rn. Am in Europe, there is minimal judgement, PDA is a norm. It’s like TDX-level but all the time.

Unknown time yet again - this is beginning to become a problem, and I apologize.

We leave the club HOLDING HANDS (yikes), and suddenly Host Brother is back in sight. Where the fuck he was he this whole time?, you might ask. I ask myself this too. Mystery yet again. In my drunkenly smitten state, I learn that Foreign Fuckboi and his Sidekick had arranged to sleep at our house tonight night. HOW CONVENIENT YET AGAIN. Was my host brother an accomplice? Cockblock? TRULY STILL CONFUSED LEAVE INSIGHT IN THE COMMENT SECTION LMAO IS THERE ONE IDK

Host Brother drives the DFMOing duos to his house. He surprisingly drops us off at the door and leaves to go park. He was simply enabling us at this point. DFMOing duos head into the kitchen and the Fuckbois are doing all kinds of cutesy shit, like getting us water and putting their arms around us. Classic Dartmouth, making you think that someone getting you water is ~romantic~. Dartmouth friend decides it is time to call it a night, and I sadly follow in tow.

Enough time passes for us to change into PJs and put on glasses. 

All of a sudden, Fuckboi and Sidekick burst through the bedroom door announcing that they are sleeping with us, too! Fuckboi and Sidekick plop on bed next to their night partners and refuse to budge. CAN YOU SAY POWER MOVE? Not so subtle anymore…

Foreign Fuckboi eventually leaves to go smoke. Now, I know what you’re thinking - yes, he also smokes, okay? My judgement was significantly impaired as we already know. 

Time passes, I get sleepier, and of course Sidekick suggests for me to go see what’s taking him so long. I, thinking he is trying to get with Dartmouth friend, leave and go find Foreign Fuckboi on porch smoking. He sees me and immediately puts out his cigarette, saunters over, and kisses me in such a movie scene type of manner that I cannot help but swoon.

Fuckboi: 2

Me: 0

An unbeknownst amount of time later, we go upstairs to sleep (you don’t need all details - gtfo!)

Next morning (read: 3 hour nap later, because we went to bed so fucking late):

I get out of bed and leave the room without waking him. Was not tryna be hella clingy.

Tragically, in a shocking turn of events, this was the last time we saw Foreign Fuckboi.

Fuckboi: 3

Me: 0.0001

A few days later, post hours of reminiscing about the more romantic parts of the night that were truly Lizzie McGuire Movie moments, Dartmouth friend and I decide to pull a power move: Group Chat invite to get drinks the next week. Clever invitation any guy would be lucky to receive.

Several Excruciating Hours of Regret-After-Invite-Was-Sent Later:

Foreign Fuckboi responds “Hello *waving hand emoji*” to the invite.

Fuckboi: 100

Me: 0.0001

This is the last we have heard from him.

The End.

You Played Yourself.

So many questions remain.

What the fuck have we learned? Fuckbois don’t have borders.

 Do as I say, not who I do

xoxo Fuckboi Finder