#jeno fluff

[yutarot]

ride or die. l.jn smau

023 — honesty. wc: 0.8k

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YN POV

you have no idea what you’re doing. 

all jaemin had told you was that jeno was leaving tonight. 

so here you are, running between bodies and suitcases as you rush to his gate. you have to catch him, you have to tell him everything, even though you’re still unsure. but a maybe is stronger than a no, so you’ll take your chances. 

you hear his gate number called out on the airport intercom. 

‘the 6:25pm flight to melbourne, australia is now boarding. please make your way to gate 26.’

your head is pounding, blood rushing around your body in a circuit of fear.

this is your only chance. you can’t let him leave like this. 

after what feels like hours, you finally make it to his gate, floods of people mixing all around you.

but just as you reach the gate numbered 26, your heart sinks at the sight ahead of you.

the chairs, empty. the door, closed. 

you want to give in, let your legs collapse from below you. 

you’ve missed it: your only chance to make it all right between you, to tell him why you kissed him that night. 

the air around you stills, a current electrifying through you that you’ve never felt before, but just as you turn to leave, to go home in defeat, you understand why. 

stood meters before you, panting in exhaustion, hair messy and a suitcase dragging behind him, is jeno.

he studies you, really looks at you, before finally blinking. 

every word that you had prepared flies out of your mind, replacing it with an emptiness in which you know he also feels. he wasn’t expecting you here, he wasn’t expecting you to care at all, yet here you are, defeat on your features as you stand before him. 

“yn?..” he manages to mumble. 

“hi.” you let out a small smile, and he laughs back with you, disbelief flooding his features. 

you continue, “your plane.. it’s already left.” you say, and he laughs in response. you tilt your head to the side in question. 

he notices your confusion. “jaemin’s fault.” he rolls his eyes, “he told me the wrong airport, so i had to-”

“what?”

he’s taken aback by your sudden interruption.

“jaemin booked my flight, he got the airport wron-”

“no.. he didn’t?”

with confusion etched into his features, jeno furrows his brows. 

you continue. “jaemin told me to come here.”

there’s a moment of silence as you both piece together what this means. 

your heart is spinning, whirling in your chest like a loose guitar string. 

jaemin had told you both to go to different airports, he had made sure jeno would miss his flight, but why?

‘he needs this.’ 

thats what jaemin had told you last night, that's the reason he gave you for being here right now. 

needs what?

jeno sighs, looking down at his shoes. 

he knows exactly what this is about. jaemin had set you both up, to force him to tell you everything.

everything.

“i haven’t been honest with you, yn.”

time around you stops. “what do you mean?”

he puts down his suitcase, looking up at you to look in your eyes, his pupils searching yours for a flicker of doubt.

 “the night my identity got leaked, the night i came to your apartment, i didn’t come to accuse you of leaking my identity.”

you see him tense up, fists clenching.

you stand still, breathless as he keeps talking. 

“but when i saw chenle’s hoodie, i felt foolish, that everything i had done, that ruining my whole, entire life had been for nothing.”

mind soaring above you, you repeat his words in your mind, trying to make sense of what he's saying, but you can't.

“jeno? what are you talking abou-”

“it wasn’t jaemin who leaked my identity.”

you expect him to be joking, to let out a laugh, but when he doesn’t, anxiety courses through you. none of this, any of it, makes any sense.

“what? but-”

jeno interrupts you, as if no matter what reaction you give, he is intent on telling you anyways, a burden weighing down his shoulders that he is dying to rid of. 

“he was an idiot, hopelessly in love with someone he couldn’t have, hoping for a chance that you would be able to love him for him, for everything he was, everyone he was.”

you shake your head. jaemin didn’t love you, not like that, not with emotion, or depth or..

“i'm not talking about jaemin, yn.”

your breath stills as your eyes find his.

“im talking about me.”

you can’t move.

“its me that leaked my identity.”

you can’t breathe.

“it’s me that’s in love with you.”

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notes; i’m back hehe. also i have a written fic in the works as an apology <333 but hope u like this chap!! there’s 2 left 😖

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[cigsaftersuh]

my youth, your kitchen

chapter 37 .ᐟ ૮ reported: y/n as missing ྀིა

𐙚 pairing: non-idol! jeno x f! reader (.◜◡◝)

𐙚 genre: slice of life + strangers to friends to lovers

𐙚 in which y/n, a pre-med student, who loves to cook & feed people, meets jeno, the quiet sports science major with a soft smile, and discovers that the way to someone’s heart really is through their gastrointestinal tract, their stomach.

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ㅡ my youth, your kitchen.

with love,

© cigsaftersuh

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[106alibi]

good graces ; lee jeno

pairing: boxer!jeno x magazine-editor!reader

synopsis: y/n knows she's petty. so when she found out her (secret) celebrity boyfriend of a year had been cheating on her, through a news article to make things worse, she decided to cook up an action plan to get back at him, and what better way to take revenge than to get together with his all-time favourite athlete?

or, in which y/n involves an unsuspecting lee jeno into her little revenge scheme on her now ex-boyfriend.

ib: good graces, sabrina carpenter

featuring: haewon of nmixx, kazuha of lesserafim, ningning of aespa, 00z of nct dream, (side chars.) natty of kiss of life, jake of enhypen

genre: humour, fluff, angst (maybe)

disclaimers: fem pronouns for y/n, will give disclaimers for individual chapters if I see fit!, mentions of cheating, profanities, kms/kys jokes, inappropriate themes and jokes

notes: need to preface and say I love jake i love jake i love jake i love natty i love natty i love natty

playlist: good graces (sabrina carpenter) | taste (sabrina carpenter) | thank u, next (ariana grande) | mantra (jennie) | dopamine (giselle) | get him back (olivia rodrigo)

status: ongoing (061124)

updates: every wednesday

taglist: open~ drop a reply or ask to be added!

a/n: letting this marinate before i start it from mid to end november! i have high hopes for this one and i hope you give jeno lots of love because there is a serious jeno smau drought on this app 💔💔 if you want me to tag you when the profiles/prologue drops just send a reply or an ask too! love you all 💜💜

profiles 24/7 on the bowl | protected by jeno squad

chapters

chapter 00. prologue

chapter 01. LIKE P IN THE V??

chapter 02. umm uhh O.K!

chapter 03. clout chaser

chapter 04. rookie mistake

chapter 05. I think she's flirting (written)

chapter 06. a girl can't smile in 2024 without flirting?

chapter 07. Awkward!

chapter 08. soft launch

chapter 09. bad luck (written)

chapter 10. atrociously negative rizz

chapter 11. nonchalant kween

chapter 12. taemin sunbaenim

chapter 13. sweet talk

chapter 14. cucumber shreds

chapter 15. pretty

chapter 16. just a friend

chapter 17. use me

chapter 18. guilty?

chapter 19. not before I do

[handlemehyuck]

take what you need from me . lee jeno

・❥・ cockwarming (reader falls asleep during) + light fingering 18+ mdni fluff, stress relief, jeno x female reader 1.2k

thinking about cockwarming with boyfriend jeno, and its presence in your nighttime routine—the hints he receives in texts throughout the day, and that’s how this all started: your stress.

one evening, the energy that joined your arrival back home weighed down your shoulders, clouded your gaze, and kept your lips in a tight line when you approached your boyfriend after kicking off your shoes. so he took your hand, led you to your bedroom, and started undressing. every article of clothing shed enhanced the light in your eyes, straightening your posture with intrigue. when he was naked and perched on the edge of your bed, his fingertips flicked the buttons of your blouse, “may i?” the permission was easy—immediate, and he began undressing you slowly, taking his time, each movement made with care; there was no need to rush. once you were naked too, he leaned forward to kiss the stripe of skin beneath your breasts, squeezing your waist as the gentle ministration started the heavy task of clearing your head.

“i want to try something.” you watched with curiosity and awe as jeno pushed himself back until he was leaning against the headboard, muscles flexing, slivers of sunshine brushing his skin in a perfect glow. your lips parted at the sight, instinctually moving forward and taking his outstretched hand. you knew what this was. you had mentioned it before, when you were on his lap in the living room. it was a sunday night, serenity in the air and you half-dressed after a shower. he didn’t bat an eye, said you should try it while tracing your delicate lines of ink, wondered aloud if you already had. only a couple of times. with the wrong person, but a seed of something was still planted: closeness—a complete union.

your knees sink into the mattress, distance closing as you approach his waist, cock hard against his taut stomach, but his eyes are gentle and soft. jeno smiles at you, something reassuring as your legs widen to accommodate the width of his thighs. a guiding hand placed on your hips as you sink down.

the stretch is familiar. his hands on your thighs are warm. your locked gazes send a chill down your spine. for a moment, all you do is watch each other, feeling his length exactly where you want it, loving the warm buzz of need but knowing you won’t give in. you tilt your head, eyes closing as the waves of sweet euphoria lap at the edges of your mind, begging for a total flood. jeno draws you closer. your chests collide. your head dips, lips meeting his skin, grazing his neck, and sucking your favorite spot behind his ear—the place that always pulls a delicious sound from his lips. his strong arms hold you in a soft possession, fingertips kneading over your shoulders and down your back, searching for the spot that wakes you up in the middle of the night.

the feeling of your body going slack in his arms is electrifying because jeno knows what it means—how significant it is to be trusted completely, reminded of a moment so early on it feels like a lifetime ago when he told you: take what you need from me. he remembers the surprise that shifted your features. it widened your eyes, parted your lips, and warmed your cheeks. in that moment, his words meant a million things. neither one of you could know exactly where they’d begin and where they’d end, if anywhere at all. in the moments you feel like you’re taking too much, all jeno experiences is satisfaction and safety in your heart as the man you decided was worth letting in, letting yourself be known by, letting yourself connect with, and fall and tumble into something so intertwined you don’t doubt it’s cosmic.

jeno knows you’ve fallen asleep and readjusts himself ever so slightly, propping up another pillow behind him before closing his own eyes to focus on the rise and fall of your chest. the beat he feels against his own is recognized by his heart, and his breath matches yours.

you wake up to the sound of your name mumbled against your skin, an apologetic tone. “baby, i’m so sorry. i’ve got to piss.”

you hum, amused and start to lift yourself, but jeno stops you, catching you in a blissful kiss. his thumb teases the side of your breast, hardening your nipples. no fair. when he pulls away, you kiss his nose and finally disconnect with a sigh. one that melts into his own.

he’s still taking his time, and you lay propped up on your side to admire all of his solid lines, finding the soft and round places with ease. “are you sure you have to pee?”

“my leg’s asleep.” his smile is lazy, eyes shrinking to crescents. a light laughter follows, spilling a similar glow to the sun’s throughout your bedroom, its light gone until morning.

“should i stab it with a pen?” his expression sends you into giggles, and you settle for gentle squeezes along his quad muscle. “not my jen, i could never.” you fall onto your stomach and pepper kisses just above his knee. “better?” jeno hums, encouraging you to keep going.

you kiss his body until jeno stops you, groaning about the damn bathroom again, knowing his hard on will create an unfortunate struggle. “don’t go anywhere.” like you ever would.

you coo loudly, embarrassing him as he waddles through your closet and into the attached bath. “shut up!”

you turn to lay flat on your back, drawing a fingertip up your abdomen and through the valley between your breasts, completely immersed in euphoria. “don’t you dare come back in here without washing your hands.”

“who do you think i am?” the faucet turns on for a full 30 seconds - yes, you count them - before your boyfriend is back and standing over your body. he admires you: the curves he’d recognize with his eyes closed, your blissful expression, the swell of your chest, faint bruises from the weekend decorating your hip. “should we make love, baby?”

“please,” his thumb traces your lips, and you watch his face with wide eyes, eager not to miss a thing.

“you always ask so nicely, doll.”

“jen,” you moan as he pops his thumb into your mouth. your tongue circles it on instinct, satisfied, he draws it out. “please don’t make me wait.”

“i wasn’t going to,” he kisses your nose and then your forehead. sinking into the mattress, his knees entrap you this time. his thumb is coated in your saliva, not that he needs the help—your folds are already soaked. “mmm, always ready for me too.”

“you make it easy, jen.” you squirm beneath him, close to steering his thumb exactly where you need it.

he’s being playful, knowing there’s hours ahead of this, and you’ll be orgasmic until the sun rises. it’s one of the reasons why he has a thing about middle of the night lovemaking. he can only see so much of you in the moonlight. the shadows are exciting, lines of light find you in the lewdest places. but, his favorite part is watching you clarify—his love all over you as the sun stretches and yawns before you’re completely coated in light. light that sticks to your swollen lips, messy hair, bruised skin, the place where your bodies intertwine, his hand around your neck, your eyelids fluttering when his name is the only thing left to say because you know it makes him cum.

[viasdreams]

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drunk texts from jeno !!

a/n: jeno, babe, i NEED you to take more photos…i rip my hair out every time i make a theme for you 😞

fake text m.list ☁︎⋅

[featjunranghae]

Fatherhood - Lee Jeno

warning: none in this part. might get suggestive later

summary: when jeno's girlfriend left him to deal with fatherhood alone. he decided he'd never let anyone in his or his daughter's life. that was until he met you. his neighbour whom his daughter seemed to love way too much

single dad jeno was only 20 when he got his then girlfriend pregnant. the entirety of the pregnancy they were together. planning their future with their little angel. but that all changed after his daughter jiwoo was born. his girlfriend wasn't being her usual self for months. he took it as postpartum depression. but one night she just packed her bags.

"I can't do this anymore."

jeno was confused. everything seemed to be going okay. he tried reasoning, tried making her stay. but her only answer was. "keep jiwoo. if I take her she might end up in an adoption."

that night changed everything for jeno. how could he do this alone? but he had to manage. begged his parents to babysit his daughter at day time so he could go to uni and could take extra jobs just to make ends meet. he was devastated. and it was hard going back to normal.

but slowly with time he healed a bit. he needed to heal for his daughter. and for her he'd move mountains. but some days it got exhausting. he just wanted to give up. he was too tired.

it was one of those days. he just finished his finals. he hadn't eaten anything since dinner last night and it was 4pm. he had to take jiwoo for her monthly check up and was on the way back home. and for some reason she wouldn't stop crying. he tried everything. singing, giving her chocolate, toys, YouTube but nothing was working.

he apologized to everyone as he got on the bus. no one liked a crying baby. while some offered him sympathetic smile, for others, the annoyance was clear on their faces. he put his bag down on the seat beside him.

"c'mon baby girl..." he muttered rocking her. "help daddy..." he tried feeding her the bottle but she fussily pushed it away. her wails turned to screeches and jeno felt himself tearing up. could this day get any fucking worse. "baby please-"

"let me help you."

it was like the voice was sent from god himself as jeno looked up at you. your eyes full of understanding as you slowly put his bag down on the ground and sat beside him. "I can hold her if you don't mind."

jeno should question before just handing his daughter out to anyone. but he didn't. he couldn't. he just needed her to stop. so he handed you jiwoo. he watched as you slowly patted her back putting her against your chest.

"it's okay... you're okay..." you hummed and it was like miracle to jeno. jiwoo stopped crying. the wails turned to sniffles. she slowly buried her face in your chest eyes slowly fluttering shut.

"are you a magician?" he asked before he could stop himself. "I'm sorry-"

"I spent all my highschool babysitting." you smiled rubbing your hand on jiwoos back. jeno didn't even know what to say as he stared at his little girl in your arms. "you don't look okay..."

"I'm not... I just.... my baby... she's... I.." he tried thinking of what to say without breaking down. "I just had a long day... I had exams... and work I... I'm so exhausted."

"it's okay to be exhausted-" you waited for his name.

"jeno."

"it's okay to be exhausted Jeno. you're doing such a great job. taking care of a baby isn't an easy job." you whispered to him and that was it. jeno found tearing up.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry-"

"it's okay... let it out." he didn't even know your name and here he was. crying beside you while you held his daughter. he wiped his eyes.

"it's so hard being a father... it's so hard... everything is hard... I just want to quit." he cried wiping his face.

"it is hard. going to uni and taking care of your daughter... but you're doing a great job." you whispered slowly moving one hand to pat his shoulder.

"I'm sorry... you must think I'm some loser crying in the bus-"

"I think you're a dad trying his best." jeno looked up at you then back at his daughter. "I'm yn, by the way. what's this princess's name?"

"jiwoo."

"how old is she?"

"she just turned 2." he said wiping her drool that was about to fall on your shirt. "I'm sorry- I'll take her-"

"I can hold her up until you get off the bus, if that's okay." you offered. he nodded slowly. he needed this. "you mentioned exams... you're in uni?"

"last year." he told you and he saw your eyes widen.

"me too. which major?" you asked hands still rocking jiwoo.

"applied physics."

"damn." you whispered. "must be hard... never understood a word of physics like my whole life."

he found himself smiling at your words. "which major are you in?"

"psychology."

that explains.

the rest of the ride was quiet. it was jeno's stop. he slowly took jiwoo out of your arms. "thank you so much yn... I don't know what I would've done without you today."

"it's okay." you smiled back grabbing your bag. "do you live in 7th streets as well?" Jeno nodded. "the world is so small. I live on 7th street as well. the building beside the convenience store."

"I live on the one opposite to it." he told you as you both got off. no words were shared as you as you reached in front of your building.

"I'll be off then..." you smiled before cooing at jiwoo. "such a lovely girl." you slowly poked her chubby cheeks watching her snuggle even closer to her dad.

"she was anything but lovely today." he chuckled looking down at his daughter with so much adoration. "she's usually calmer I promise."

"I'll take your words for it big guy." you said before waving one last time and walking off. jeno stood there for a while watching you leave. something in his heart told him this wouldn't be the last time you two meet.

NCT MASTERLIST - NEXT

[jenomi]

when you first started dating jeno, he would be really shy on facetimes/video calls with you. keeping the phone camera at an appropriate distance from his face and keeping things very demure.

but after months of dating and many many calls, jeno has gotten very comfortable. he would bring his face close to the camera and smile or do silly faces into the camera. it always makes you laugh and you would tease him for being annoying. but when he's abroad and he would bring the camera close to his face, it made you a little sad because it made you miss him more than ever.

when he's up close to the camera, you can see all the features of his face that you love the most. the mole next to his eye, the mole on his nose, the light in his eyes, his smile lines, his nose scrunches, his neck... the feeling of missing him so deeply would be so strong, that it would bring you to the verge of tears. you even cried on a call with him once, sobbing in between your words, "i just miss you."

a similar feeling was happening now.

"babe, back up from the camera, i can't do this right now" you say teasingly (but also seriously cuz you could cry right now).

"why~" jeno says bringing the camera even closer to his face.

you fall silent and decide to just appreciate his face up close like this. jeno smiles and chuckles lightly at your lack of an answer.

"i wish i could time travel so i can see you right now instead of in a week," you mumble and pout.

"maybe you should close your eyes for a second and pretend i'm there."

"no," you deadpan.

"come on, just for 30 seconds." jeno nags.

you roll your eyes and go along with jeno's antics. but suddenly, you hear a knock on your door which makes you jump.

"omg that scared me," you whisper, "someone's at my door."

"this late? keep me on the line," jeno says with concern.

you trod over to your door and look through the peephole on your door. your gasp is audible from your own phone as you quickly open the door to see your boyfriend standing on the other side of your door.

your jaw drops before you throw yourself at your boyfriend.

"wow my girlfriend can time travel" jeno smiles as you kiss all over the face you've been loving only thru a screen for weeks.

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a/n: i saw a compilation of up-close jeno that inspired this but i lost the video </3

[ayukas]

SEOULSIMS lee jeno short smau

in which your boyfriend's infidelity is exposed for the whole internet to see, and the host behind it just won't hit delete.

part one / two / tba

notes this seems oddly haechan centric but i promise the next few parts are jeno filled ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

perm. taglist ♡ @renjunsversion @ddolbyong @f6llsun @egojo1st @sungbites @nonverdolly @strwberie @blondemrk @chenlezip @markkiatocafe @stqrgr7 @jisungji @taroddori

[nmhdreamscape]

husband!jeno texts (request)

pairing | non-idol!jeno x fem!reader

content | fluff, suggestive (particularly the second last set)

request | "husband jeno texts? 🥹 pls and thank u 🙇🏻‍♀️"

note | consider this a warm-up for the jeno smut drabble i'm writting.

masterlist requests and asks are open!

[remtrack]

random boyfriend texts ☆ nct dream.

nct dream x reader. fluff.

warnings: the term wife used in hyuck's, suggestive in mark's.

note: first nct texts! some might be ooc </3 let me know if you like this ♡ i'll do more :P some were inspired by ones from pinterest!

[sungiejpg]

HOT TO GO!; jeno [smau] masterlist

synopsis: being aespa’s stylist is an easy and a lovely job, that’s what yn thought until she met Jeno by mistake. She now finds him scary

PAIRING jeno x f!reader

TAGS idol au, fluff, humour, maybe slow burn

WARNINGS some suggestive language

STATUS completed

track 00. the stylist

track 00. the idol

track 💕: INTRO

track 01. why we don’t go to sm

track 02. bad news

track 03. fixed

track 04. pretty people

track 05. another one

track 06. winter’s friend

track 07. new friends, cat memes and drama

track 08. confessions and besties

track 09. so chenle was right

track 10. the girls are fighting

track 11. hype for nothing

track 12. there is no chat and no jaemin

track 13. night in with the girls

track 14. forgiving and forgetting pt.1

track 15. we lost the complete plot

track 16. bitchless

track 17. apologies

track 18. maybe I have feelings

track 19. I got too silly

track 20. awkward

track 21. hello i'm crazy

track 22. dti magic

track 23. if I eated soap

track 24. twitterdotcom

track 25. chat I’m in love

track 26. online dating

track 27. the voices

track 28. we’re so in

track 29. we’re so in (fr)

track 30. rei

track 31. turn that frown upside down

track 32. mom and dad kissing under a tree

bonus: chenle likes espresso

tags are closed!

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Self-On Kode with Jeno ⋆⭒˚.⋆

idol!Jeno x f!idol!reader

summary: there's no way that the boy in the picture you've been sent is the same boy that was your best friend almost a decade ago... right?

(cw: f!reader, idol!reader)

a/n: I am not currently accepting any new self-on kode requests

divider from adornedwithlight <3

To say you were nervous was an understatement. This was your first ever official talk show interview after a long needed hiatus. You had been in the public spotlight for years now with only a few shorts in between. There was no nearly enough time off to make up for the long days and even longer nights. Now though, you felt extremely well rested and very ready to promote your new album.

With the go ahead from the staff you smiled brightly at the camera, kicking on your charisma. You wiggle your fingers in a wave, "hello there, I bet you've missed me, huh? Today I will be messaging a stranger and I'll have to try to figure out who it is."

While your music kicked on and you bopped your head to the song, Jeno walked onto the set, settling into the pink armchair with his usual eye smile at the camera. "Hello again, I am Jeno from NCT Dream," he bows his head softly before mumbling to himself, "I hope this is better than last time."

He looks at the staff directly, eyes wide with nervous curiosity, "it's not Chenle this time right? This time it's real?" The staff nod while laughing and he relaxes into the plush chair and types out the first message, a simple hello.

You read the message and type out your response. The conversation continues for a while, simple small talk as each of you try to sus each other out. You know that he's very inquisitive, every other message is a question, and he seems young since he uses slang and understands your jokes.

Then comes the first prompt, send your most recent food orders you slowly raise your gaze from your screen to the camera. "This is not going to be very exciting on my end," you warn before taking the screen shot and sending it to your partner.

You study the screenshot sent your way, making conversation about the various dishes and complimenting their taste. Then it comes, Jeno's brows furrow, mumbling to himself, "am I seeing this right?"

His finger tap against his screen quickly, "you haven't ordered any food in three months?"

You purse your lips as you reply, "I just spent a long break at home with my family. I don't want to eat out when my mom and grandma are cooking for me anyway."

Jeno hums in agreement, replying, "that makes sense. If I was home I don't think I'd eat out much either."

From that point on the conversation continues and it feels easier. You're still not sure exactly who you're texting but you just get the vibe that it's a younger guy, maybe even someone your age.

Finally after silly would you rathers and stupid conversations, the interview is coming to an end with an exchange of childhood pictures and your drawing of your partner.

You send a picture of yourself as a toddler, the bowl cut style on your head makes it impossible to determine your gender and it's an old enough picture that it doesn't look too much like you now. Plus, it's only half the picture, even harder to figure out who you are.

Jeno sighs as he looks at the screen, he's not a good artist, drawing isn't his thing, not even close. He sends off his picture without a second thought and gets to work doodling and writing captions or ideas when he doesn't trust his drawing skills. He grumbles to himself as he tries his best to create a drawing or as close as he can get to a drawing as he can.

But on the other side of the wall you sit, staring at the image. Something about it just seems so... familiar. The picture is half of a little boy, he has one hand holding up a thumbs up, his eyes nearly closed with how big his smile is, and someone else's arm thrown over his shoulder pinching his cheek. Why does this picture of a random half a little boy seem so familiar?

Your phone buzzed multiple times, but you can't tear your eyes away from the picture, forcing your brain to work twice as hard to try to place the image.

Jeno stares at his phone with pure confusion. His fingers tap over the keyboard, "hello? Are you there? Hellooooo? Are you in the bathroom? Is this another prank?"

You shake your head, ignoring the prompt and the drawing sent your way. It's a bad drawing anyway. You reply, "send me the whole picture."

Jeno looks at the staff with wide eyes, "huh? Is that allowed?" The staff shrug, trying to seem nonchalant so he sends the full picture your way, waiting for your response with pure curiosity.

On your end you gasp. You know why the picture looks so familiar. The bracelet hanging off the second person's wrist, the house in the backyard, the young kid in the picture. You look at the camera, "it's Jeno!"

Lee Jeno. You hadn't seen or heard from him in years. He had been both your neighbor and your best friend when you were a kid but sometime around 11 or 12 years old he moved away and you lost touch. He had started training for SM and a year later you started training for another company. At that point you didn't really even have time to think about him since you were so busy with your own career. You had seen his debut and kept up with every comeback as a silent fan. Jeno had been your best friend, of course you were going to support him.

You never felt the need to share that you knew the Lee Jeno from NCT Dream. Fans could be crazy with the little amount of information you already shared and you didn't want to deal with any unnecessary haters for simple having a friend when you were a child. Plus, the topic simply never came up. Interviewers didn't ask about your childhood friends, they didn't ask about former neighbors, or any other idols that you might know. It was easy to hide, but not now.

Instead of waiting for the countdown from the staff, you pulled out your earbuds and left your phone on the seat and walked toward the blue half of the set. His eyes look up, you can see it in his eyes that he recognizes you and then warmth floods his face as he jumps from his chair and hugs you tightly. He laughs with disbelief, "it's you!"

You laugh, tightening your arms around him while the staff all coo and aww behind the camera. The hug lasts much longer than what is shown in the video and the editors thankfully cut the scenes where you cry happy tears.

You and Jeno sit side by side at a high top table, listening to the staff ask you both to share your story. You laugh, "Jeno and I were neighbors and best friends growing up. Our moms were best friends after his family moved in a few houses away since they both had babies about the same age and after that Jeno and I became best friends too. We went to school together, we had play dates, we had dinner at each other's houses almost every night. He was my best friend."

Jeno smiles at you, finding it hard to turn his attention back to the camera when you're sitting beside him looking so happy as much more mature than you did over a decade ago. Did the crush he had on you just reignite? He shakes his head, refocusing himself, "yeah, but then I started training and we lost touch. I guess we never thought to exchange information. Every time I went home during breaks you were gone and vice versa. It is very good to see you again, though."

Jeno bumps your shoulder with his own, "so, what about the picture gave it away?"

You deadpan, "Jeno, it's my hand squeezing your cheek and it's in front of my house."

Jeno flushes, nodding awkwardly, "...right."

You laugh and the two of you finally get the opportunity to catch up, for a little too long. You know that over half of this conversation will be cut. You talk about your moms, how his life is going, your newest comeback and childhood memories.

Finally, the staff have the heart to interrupt you both and instruct you both to take the picture. Instead of the usual selfie, you and Jeno ask one of the staff to take the picture for you. Jeno has to bend his knees to match your height as he rests his head on your shoulder, holding his thumb up while your fingers lightly squeeze his cheek. You both have matching bright smiles on your faces as the screen fades to the closing screen with a side by side of your full childhood picture together and the remake.

It's no surprise that a few months later you and Jeno are seen together more and more. He mentions you in lives and in vlogs and you do the same. It's a year or so later when your companies finally confirm that you're both dating, but your fans didn't need the confirmation. It was made abundantly clear that you and Jeno knew each other better than anyone else.

[chenlezip]

bf!jeno thoughts…

warning: smut under the cut.

FLUFF :

will force you to watch him play a horror game, he loves showing you how good he is or.. he makes up an excuse if he’s too scared to play it himself. “c’mere, promise it’s not that scary.” — cut to you both jumping in your chairs, you slap jeno’s arm, “you liar! oh my god!”

whenever he comes back from the gym, he always brings you at least a little gift back every time. whether that be flowers, some food for when you wake up, something nice.

loves lending you his hoodies because the way they fit on you just makes his heart warm up instantly. he loves how cute you look, how comfy you are as you sit in his desk chair. he can’t help but leave kisses on your cheeks, “you’re so cute.. might let you keep this one, suits you better.”

likes helping you out whether that be just brushing your hair or helping you get dressed, he loves being of service to you.

SMUT :

late night drive with him slowly turns into something more. he pulls over quickly on the highway and leans in, his voice low. “you keep looking at me like that, i’m going to have to do something about it.”

he can’t help himself, seeing you getting dressed in something pretty, hands travelling down to your hips with a tight grip on them.. leaving soft kisses on your neck as he murmured, “why are you so pretty all the time? so distracting.. making me want to spend the night here with you instead, fuck you on our bed and make you dumb on my cock.”

tendency of grabbing your necklace, pulling you closer to his face as he smirked, “you look really nice.. but, i think you’d look even better with this off, hm?” he says as he starts unbuttoning your pyjama top, your chest already bare to him. he groaned, “fuck..”

taglist : @yizhrt @mejaemin @fullmoon0606 @ayukas @florihaei ᥫ᭡

[jenosbliss]

✈️⌇ Beneath the Skies

pairing. flight attendant!reader x captain!jeno | genre. fluff, smut, slight angst | wc. 4k | requested. here | mdni!

warnings. fingering, nipple play, penetrative sex, protected sex (not mentioned but always play safe), lots and lots of kissing and jeno is the greenest flag ever

summary. you and jeno were walking on eggshells around the airline staff, limiting to subtle touches and lingering glances until you sneaked away from the prying eyes. Everything was fine until it wasn't as rumors spread faster than fire.

a/n. guys i love jeno! (ugly crying) anyways if you're uncomfortable with the smut portion you can skip it

The overhead announcement crackled through the cabin speakers, smooth and steady, delivered in a deep voice that always seemed to command attention without even trying.

“This is your captain speaking. We’re beginning our final descent into Osaka. Local time is 7:42 PM, and the weather is clear with a light breeze. We’ll have you on the ground shortly. Thank you for flying with us.”

Jeno’s voice.

You pressed your lips together to suppress a smile as you walked down the aisle of the aircraft, your polished heels clicking softly against the floor. As always, his words sparked a ripple of excitement across the cabin. You could practically see the passengers—and some of the other flight attendants—swooning as they tilted their heads toward the speakers.

“Captain Lee Jeno sounds like he should be in a movie,” whispered one of your colleagues, Sara, as she leaned in close to you near the galley.

You gave her a polite smile, hoping it wasn’t too forced. “Yeah, I guess he has one of those voices.”

One of those voices, and one of those faces. And one of those personalities that made your heart ache with an almost unbearable tenderness every time you thought about him. Which was too often.

Sara sighed dreamily. “Seriously, isn’t it unfair? He’s so good-looking and he’s a pilot. He’s the whole package.”

You glanced down at the tray of drinks you were holding, focusing on steadying your hands. “Yeah,” you said softly, unable to resist the flicker of warmth spreading in your chest. “The whole package.”

Sara didn’t notice the way your lips curved slightly or the way your voice softened. No one did. That was the point.

At work, you and Jeno were just coworkers. You had to be.

The first time you met him, you’d been a bundle of nerves, fumbling with your flight manual on your first day as a flight attendant. He had stopped you in the hallway leading to the crew briefing room, his white captain’s uniform crisp and impossibly neat. His voice had been calm and reassuring as he asked if you needed help, and his smile had been so genuine that your tension had melted away in an instant.

Since then, you and Jeno had become… close. Closer than you ever thought possible.

Somehow, between the endless flights, layovers in strange cities, and the long hours spent together in cramped crew lounges, he had become more than just your captain. He had become your anchor.

When turbulence hit—both in the air and in your life—Jeno was always steady. Always there.

But no one could know.

Not when you worked for an airline that prided itself on professionalism and strict boundaries between coworkers. Not when the rumor mill among the crew could destroy someone’s reputation in a heartbeat.

And so, you kept it quiet. Stolen glances in the cockpit. Soft, lingering touches when no one was looking. Conversations that stretched late into the night during layovers, when the rest of the crew was asleep and it felt like the world was just the two of you.

It was enough. Most of the time.

You stood near the exit as the passengers began filing off the plane, bowing and thanking them with a practiced smile. Jeno stood just a few feet away, his tall frame commanding and composed in his uniform.

You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, even as he greeted the passengers with the same professional smile you wore.

When the last passenger exited, Sara let out a dramatic sigh, leaning against the cabin wall. “Okay, I’m officially done for today. That flight was too long. Who’s up for drinks tonight?”

“I think I’ll pass,” you said quickly, unbuckling the thin scarf around your neck and folding it neatly. You glanced at Jeno out of the corner of your eye. His lips twitched in amusement, but he said nothing.

“Boring,” Sara teased. “You’re always skipping out on crew hangouts. It’s like you have a secret life or something.”

You laughed lightly, brushing off her comment. “Just tired, that’s all.”

It wasn’t a lie. You were tired—tired of pretending you didn’t notice the way your heart raced every time Jeno’s hand accidentally brushed yours, tired of hiding what you really wanted.

Jeno caught your eye as you both stepped off the aircraft, and for a moment, it felt like the world paused. His gaze was soft, full of something unspoken, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

The night in Osaka had started innocently enough.

The hotel room was larger than usual, the soft hum of the air conditioning filling the space as Jeno leaned against the dresser, his arms crossed over his chest. His tie was already loosened, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, and you couldn’t help but notice how unfairly good he looked. Relaxed. Comfortable.

The kind of comfort he only ever showed you.

“You didn’t have to come in here, you know,” he said, though the teasing lilt in his voice gave him away.

You rolled your eyes, sinking onto the edge of the bed as you kicked off your heels. “I wanted to.” That much was true. You weren’t ready to say goodnight to him yet—not after a flight full of stolen glances and moments that had left your chest tight with longing.

Jeno’s smile softened as he walked over to you, kneeling so he was eye level with where you sat on the edge of the bed. “Long day?”

You nodded, letting out a soft sigh as you leaned back on your hands. “Yeah. But this is the best part of it.” He tilted his head, his eyes searching yours. “What is?”

“Being here,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “With you.”

The words hung in the air between you, heavier than they should have been. Jeno’s gaze darkened, his jaw clenching slightly as if he was holding himself back from saying—or doing—something.

“Sometimes I think this is all we’ll ever get,” you said softly, breaking the silence. “These moments when no one’s watching.” Jeno reached out, his fingers brushing against yours in a gesture so light it sent shivers up your spine. “Maybe that’s all we need.”

You shook your head, a wry smile tugging at your lips. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” he said, his voice firm. “If it means I get to be with you, even if it’s just like this… I’ll take it.” Your chest tightened, the weight of his words settling deep in your heart. You reached up, your fingers brushing against his cheek, and he leaned into your touch without hesitation.

“Jeno…”

Whatever you were going to say next was forgotten as he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours. His breath was warm against your skin, his proximity dizzying.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmured, his voice rough around the edges. “Every single time I see you, all I want to do is—”

He cut himself off, his hand coming up to cup your face, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheekbone. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut as his forehead pressed more firmly against yours.

“Jeno,” you whispered, your voice trembling. That was all it took.

He closed the distance between you, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was as much a question as it was an answer. It was soft at first, hesitant, like he was afraid to push too far. But when you tilted your head, your hands curling into the fabric of his shirt to pull him closer, the tension between you snapped like a rubber band.

The kiss deepened, growing hungrier, more desperate, as the weight of every unspoken feeling between you spilled over. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer, and you lost yourself in the way he felt—warm, solid, grounding in a way nothing else ever was.

When you finally broke apart, gasping for air, his forehead dropped against yours once again, his breath warm against your skin.

“I meant what I said,” he whispered, his voice unsteady. “I don’t care where we are or who’s watching. All I want is you.”

Your heart felt like it might burst as you reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him back down for another kiss.

The kiss was passionate as if Jeno tried to convey everything he felt for you through it. His thumb ran over your cheekbone in a soothing manner while his other hand slid under your dress shirt feeling the warmth of your skin under his.

When he broke the kiss, his lips trailed a wet path from the corner of your lips to the base of your neck. His grip on your waist became rough as he pulled you even closer while he kissed over your collarbone slowly as his lips found their way back to yours where he whispered “I need you.”

Your breath hitched slightly when he gently tugged at your shirt and all you could manage was a gentle nod. “You are going to be the death of me.” he whispered against your lips before pulling you into another soft kiss, his fingers undoing the buttons of your shirt with practiced ease.

Everything Jeno did always made your heart flutter. It wasn’t the first time you were being intimate with him, you have lost count on how many times both of you had shared a kiss and it led to this… both of you craving each other but that never stopped him from asking for your permission, even if he knew the answer. He didn’t have to ask but he did and this made you fall for him deeper and deeper.

Soon your clothes were on the carpeted floor, he had guided you to lay down on the mattress as he moved above you, his hands gently moving up and down your sides while his teeth lightly bit down on your neck making you moan. He licked over the same spot and moved to the other side of your neck repeating his actions.

“You’re beautiful.” he said, trailing his lips down to your chest and between your breasts, sucking and gently biting down on the skin there. He loved marking you up not because he wanted to assert his possession over you but he did so that whenever you look at them you can remember how much he wants you, needs you, loves you. He wants you to remember the words he whispers while he is making love to you, remember the nights of passion and just remember him.

His hands moved to where you needed him the most as he licked your nipples before taking them in his mouth making you arch your back. “Jeno” you whimpered, holding onto his bicep. “Fuck you’re so wet” he said running his fingers along your folds as he peppered wet kisses around your breasts.

He pushed one of his fingers between your folds and rubbed over your clit with his thumb all the while sucking on one of your boobs and fondling the other with his free hand. The simultaneous pleasure sent you moaning loudly and as if he sensed your need he added another finger increasing the pace. “Jeno please…” you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pushed him further down on your chest.

He let go of your nipple with one final kiss as he whispered “Use your words baby.” looking at you while he continued to move his fingers inside you at an almost relentless pace all the while rubbing at your clit. He knew what you wanted and also how far he could push you. “Tell me what you want.”

“You! I want you please.” you begged, reaching out for his hand. Every constraint he had was slipping by, he intertwined his fingers with yours and brought your hand to place gentle kisses on your knuckles. “Come on my fingers first? I don’t want to hurt you baby.”

With this said he curled his fingers inside you and rubbed at that spot making you throw your head back as your eyes rolled up. He cradled your face with his other hand and kissed down on your neck once again. “Does it feel good?” he asked and you could only manage to moan at the way his fingers were stretching you out. “I am close Jeno” you whimpered.

“Let it go. Come for me baby.” and as if you were waiting for his permission you came on his fingers moaning his name. He continued to move his fingers through your oragasm prolonging it. Fuck you loved sex with him.

“Do you want more? Or we can do it later.” He wiped the sweat on your forehead gently as he placed a lingering kiss over there. “You need a release too” you whispered looking at how hard he was under his boxers. He followed your gaze and chuckled, cupping your face in his hands as he leaned down to softly kiss your lips “Don’t worry about me, tell me what you want.”

Could he make you love him even more? You smiled back and rested your hand over his “I want you Jeno in every way possible. I want everything you’re willing to give me and everything we can be behind these closed doors.” you promised.

The promise held a thousand unsaid words and Jeno took a moment to just gaze in your eyes with the same desperation and helplessness before he kissed you again but this time it was gentler and slow. It was passionate but not quick and rough.

When he carefully and slowly slid inside you his eyes not once left yours, when he brought your intertwined hands to his lips again he closed his eyes to savour the feeling of your skin against his lips. He looked at you with an intensity that made your cheeks burn but you knew he was just memorizing you for all the time he would spend pretending he isn’t in love with you.

“You’re my heaven.” He groaned at the feeling of your warm walls taking him in as he moved, quickening his pace. “Fuck you feel so good.” he pressed his hand over your stomach slowly pushing you over the edge as you arched your back crying out his name.

His thrusts became faster and he wrapped his arms around your thighs pulling you closer, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. “Jeno… I-” you almost screamed at a particular hard thrust. “Does it hurt?” he asked, slowing his pace as he looked down at you concerned. You whined “No no, it feels so good… Please don't stop”

“I just want to make you feel good.” he leaned down to kiss you, drinking up your moans and soft whimpers as he once again increased his speed. His thumb reached down to rub on your clit adding to the pleasure and once again you found yourself close. And Jeno felt it too with the way you clenched around his length or how your grip on his back tightened and he pushed into you with more force and pressure.

You also felt him getting closer with his thrusts becoming erratic and sloppier. He bit down on your lip as he moaned, his fingers digging in your skin. “You are close?” he asked, pulling you closer. “Yes, yes- fuck Jeno” you moaned as he brushed against that spot making you see white. It might have been an involuntary response but the way you squeezed on him in response made him reach his high too and he came undone with a loud groan “Fuck baby… fuck”

He didn’t stop and fucked you both through the orgasms making you writhle under him due to oversensitivity. He smiled seeing you like that under him and slowed down his movements before pulling himself out and lying down next to you. “It was amazing.” He commented, breathing heavily.

You smiled wrapping your arm around his torso as he pulled you closer “It is always amazing with you.” He chuckled his chest rumbling with the sound as he placed a kiss on top of your head. “I am glad.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence comfortable. Jeno reached out instinctively, tucking a strand behind your ear. His eyes studied your face for a moment and he noticed your distant expression.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly. You swallowed hard, looking down at your hand which was playing with his fingers. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I know you,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “And I can tell when something’s bothering you.” You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. Jeno waited patiently, his dark eyes watching you with a tenderness that made you want to fall apart.

“It’s my family,” you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “They don’t… They’ve never really treated me the same as my siblings. No matter what I do, it’s never enough. I’m never enough.”

Jeno’s jaw tightened, and you saw the flash of anger in his eyes—not at you, but for you. “That’s not true,” he said, his voice steady. “You’re more than enough. You’re…” He paused, his brows furrowing as he searched for the right words. “You’re kind and hardworking and amazing at what you do. And anyone who doesn’t see that doesn’t deserve you.”

Your throat tightened, and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. “Jeno…”

He reached out, his hand moving under your chin to make you look at him. His touch was warm, grounding, and you clung to it like a lifeline.

“You don’t have to be perfect for anyone,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “Not your family, not anyone. Just… be you. That’s all I need.”

And when you ended up tangled together on the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around you, it felt like everything you’d been missing had finally fallen into place.

The next morning had been quiet between you, the comfort of his presence lingering as you shared a knowing smile before slipping out of his room. You’d thought you’d gone unnoticed.

You were wrong.

That morning, you’d heard the first murmurs: how you’d gone into Captain Lee’s room at the end of the night, how you’d been in there for hours.

They didn’t know what had happened. They didn’t need to. The damage was already done.

The rumors… they are subtle at first. Whispers in the break room, sideways glances from coworkers. But it doesn’t take long before you realize the truth: the two of you are the talk of the airline. Someone saw you leave the cockpit together. Someone noticed the way you look at each other during every briefing. And before you know it, the whispers turn into gossip, and the gossip turns into questions. The not-so-subtle questions about how you got your position and whether you’d been “using” Jeno to get ahead.

It hurt more than you expected.

Some of your colleagues, mostly the women, start acting strange around you. The sidelong glances, the not-so-innocent comments—it all builds, the pressure growing heavier by the hour.

“You and Captain Lee,” Sara says with a smirk as she hands you a coffee during a layover. “He’s such a charmer, isn’t he?”

You force a smile, but inside, you’re screaming. You’ve never been good at hiding your emotions, and the constant barrage of questions is slowly starting to crack your resolve.

Another colleague, this time a more direct one, doesn’t hold back. “Is it true? Are you two dating? I mean, it’s not like you can keep a secret around here.”

You feel your face flush, the weight of the question sinking in. “No,” you say quickly, but even you can hear the uncertainty in your voice. “We’re just... friends. Coworkers.”

But as the days pass, the questions don’t stop. And neither does the growing realization that your coworkers have already decided the truth that you slept your way up, and it’s nothing like what you’ve claimed.

The hardest part isn’t the gossip itself—it’s the way you feel when you realize that none of them see you as anything more than an object of their curiosity. The whispers of your coworkers, the rumors spreading like wildfire—it’s too much. It feels like everyone is watching, waiting for you to break.

But Jeno...

Jeno is there.

He’s always there.

You know he’s been feeling the tension too, the way he’s been watching you during flights, how his hand brushes against yours a little longer than necessary when handing you paperwork. You see the glint in his eyes, the quiet understanding of how hard it’s becoming for both of you.

And then, one evening after a particularly grueling flight, when the weight of it all is almost too much to bear, Jeno finds you crying in the staff lounge one day, you couldn’t hide it anymore. “I know what they’re saying,” he says quietly, as if reading your mind.

“Talk to me please, don’t shut me out.” he said, kneeling in front of you and gently tilting your chin up so you had to meet his eyes.

You broke.

“It’s the others,” you admitted, tears streaming down your face. “They think… they think I’m only here because of you. That I’m not good enough to do this on my own and I earned this position by sleeping with you.”

Jeno’s expression darkened, his jaw clenching as he processed your words. “That’s not true,” he said fiercely. “You’re one of the best flight attendants I’ve ever worked with, and you earned your place here. Don’t let them take that away from you.”

His words made something inside you crack wide open. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore,” you whispered. Jeno’s hands tightened around yours. “Yes, you can. And you’re not alone. I’m here, okay? I’m with you.”

“I hate… hiding,” you said, your voice trembling. “I hate feeling like I have to apologize for being with you. Like I’m doing something wrong.”

Jeno reached out, his hands settling on your shoulders as he pulled you closer. “You’re not doing anything wrong,” he said firmly. “And you don’t have to apologize for anything. Not to me, not to anyone.”

Your throat tightened, and tears pricked at your eyes again as you looked up at him. “But it’s not just me. They’re saying things about you, too. About how you—”

“Stop,” he said gently, his hands sliding down to take yours. “Let them say whatever they want. None of it matters. What matters is us.”

His words wrapped around you like a shield, and for the first time in days, you felt like you could breathe again.

Despite the whispers and the tension, you held your head high. And Jeno was with you every step of the way, his quiet support and unwavering belief in you giving you the strength to keep going.

And when he held your hand during a layover in Paris, walking with you along the Seine as the city lights reflected in the water, it felt like all the pieces of your world were finally falling into place.

“You’re my favorite co-worker,” he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You laughed, your cheeks flushing as you leaned into him. “You’re so cheesy.”

“Only for you,” he said, his voice dropping to a soft, serious tone. He stopped walking, turning to face you fully. The city seemed to fade away as he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over your cheeks.

“I love you,” he said, the words spilling out like a promise. “And I don’t care who knows it or what they think of it.” Your breath hitched, and for a moment, you couldn’t speak. But then you smiled, your heart swelling with so much emotion you thought it might burst.

“I love you too,” you whispered.

And when he kissed you, it felt like the beginning of something new—something that was entirely yours. No matter what anyone else thought, no matter what challenges lay ahead, you knew one thing for certain:

With Jeno by your side, the skies were always clear

navigation.

masterlist. nct dream | nct 127 | wayv

[kiszjuli]

・── unspoken feelings .ᐟ (L.JN)

(제노) ; fem!reader x jeno

──in which jeno gets in a fight at a dorm party because he just can’t stand hearing the way those jerks talk about you. he ends up right at your dorm reluctant to share the reason. the words he exits with leave the already brewing tension between you two even stronger.

genre. drama. angst(?). ; tags. protective!jeno. push and pull tension. mentions of blood, bruises, etc. cursing. unspoken romance. w.c. 1.2k

you hear the knock at your door just past midnight, hesitant but firm. there was a dorm party happening just downstairs, which you just didn’t feel like being apart of tonight. frowning, you set your phone down and cross the dorm suite to answer, only to freeze the second you see who’s standing on the other side.

lee jeno.

deep down the boy you liked, but couldn’t be with, things were just complicated.

his jaw was tight, his breathing steady yet slightly uneven, like he’d been exerting himself. the hallway light casts sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the small cut on his cheekbone and the bruise forming just below his jaw. his dark grey t-shirt is stretched tight over his chest, and there’s a small brownish stain near his rib.

“what the—” you open the door wider, stepping closer. “jeno, what happened?”

“can i come in?” his voice is low and rough.

you don’t hesitate, letting him inside before glancing down the hallway to make sure no one saw him like this. as soon as the door shuts behind him, you turn, eyes scanning over his injuries. “did you get into a fight?”

“it’s not a big deal.” his tone was dismissive, but the tension in his shoulders betrays him.

“not a big deal?” you huff, grabbing his wrist and tugging him toward the bathroom. he doesn’t resist, letting you pull him along. the overhead light flickers on, illuminating the fresh bruises and the redness around his knuckles. you reach for the first aid kit under the sink, your mind racing.

“sit,” you tell him, nodding toward the closed toilet.

jeno exhales sharply through his nose but obeys, leaning back a little as he watches you. he was too calm—too unaffected.

you wet a cloth and stand in front of him. you grab his chin softly, tilting his head up and gently dabbing at the cut on his cheek. his jaw twitches, but he doesn’t move away. “who was it?” you ask.

“doesn’t matter.”

you lips press into a line. you’ve known jeno long enough to recognize when he’s deflecting. “where else are you hurt?”

“nowhere.”

“jeno.”

he just stares at you.

“i saw the stain,” you say.

you don’t have time to argue with him. you reach for his shirt and he raises an eyebrow but obliges. with a heavy sigh, he lifts his shirt just enough for you to see the darkening bruise across his ribs. a cut trails along the bottom of his side, bleeding slowly but not deeply.

“god, jeno,” you murmur, kneeling in front of him. the sight of the injury makes your stomach churn.

he just shrugs, his lips tight.“i’ll be fine,” he mutters.

you don’t even think before grabbing the disinfectant, pouring some onto another cloth. “this is gonna sting.”

“i can handle it.”

of course, he can. jeno doesn’t even flinch when you press the cloth against his skin. but you do see the way his fingers curl into fists, the way his shoulders stiffen. he was holding it in.

you work in silence, carefully wrapping a bandage around his torso. his skin is warm under your fingertips, muscles tensing every time you shift your touch. he was so still, so quiet, and it only makes your concern grow.

“you shouldn’t have fought,” you murmur, securing the bandage.

his expression darkens. “they were talking about you.”

you freeze. you slowly lift your gaze to his. “…what?”

he looks away, jaw clenched. “some guys at the party. saying shit about you. i wasn’t gonna let it slide.”

your chest tightens. “jeno..”

“i don’t regret it.” he cuts you off before you can even start. his voice is firm, final. “i’d do it again.”

you exhale sharply, standing up and crossing your arms. his eyes follow you as you stand in front of him again. “you can’t just go around getting into fights because of me.”

he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, gaze heavy. “so what, you wanted me to let them talk? i wasn’t gonna stand there and let them just—“ he stops himself, exhaling through his nose. “you don’t get it.”

“then make me get it,” you challenge.

silence.

jeno runs a hand through his hair, the tension in his shoulders shifting. He looks up at you then, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes. for a second, it seems like he might say something, might finally let you in—but instead, he just shakes his head.

you sigh, figuring he wouldn’t answer. “you can’t keep doing this,” you say finally, voice steady but soft. “fighting for me… i don’t want you getting hurt because of something someone said.”

jeno doesn’t answer right away. his jaw flexes, and he tilts his head slightly, as if debating whether to speak at all. but then, his voice comes low.

“i’m not sorry i fought for you.” he exhales, something shifting in his eyes. “i won’t ever be.”

your breath catches in your throat. the weight of his words is unexpected, heavy in a way you don’t know how to respond to. there’s a quiet tension between you now, different from the one you’ve grown accustomed to anytime you two talked.

before you can speak, jeno moves. his hand lifts, and his fingers brush against your forearm, tracing lightly along your skin before settling just above your wrist. his touch isn’t tight, isn’t possessive, but it’s grounding. he held onto you like he needed you to understand.

“I couldn’t just stand there,” he murmurs. his thumb ghosts over your skin, warm and steady. “i care about you…more than you know. and…hearing them talk about you like that… acting like they could say whatever the fuck they wanted?” he shakes his head slightly, voice rougher now. “yeah, hell no.”

you pulse jumps under his fingertips. his touch lingers, just enough to make your breath catch, just enough to make you hyperaware of the heat between you. you couldn’t ignore the way your stomach flipped over his protective words either.

“you don’t have to do this for me, jeno,” you whisper, but there’s no edge to your voice now, just quiet concern. “i can take care of myself.”

his fingers press just slightly against your skin, a barely-there squeeze before he finally (reluctantly) lets go.

“i know,” he says, softer now. “but that doesn’t mean i won’t.”

the silence that follows is thick and charged. you don’t know what to say, and he doesn’t offer anything else. he just watches you for a moment longer, then stands, his movements slow, deliberate.

you watch as tugs his shirt back down and rolls his sore shoulder once. he moves toward the dorm door, and you think that’s it—he’s going to leave just like that.

but he pauses.

with his back to you, his voice comes quieter this time, more careful.

“they shouldn’t have been saying those things about you,” he murmurs. “but maybe… if they knew you were mine, they wouldn’t have.”

the already heavy air in the room shifts. your breath catches.

and then, just like that, he’s gone.

leaving you standing there, his words hanging between you, heavy and unanswered.

—

[featjunranghae]

Fatherhood - Lee Jeno

summary: when jeno's girlfriend left him to deal with fatherhood alone. he decided he'd never let anyone in his or his daughter's life. that was until he met you. his neighbour whom his daughter seemed to love way too much

warning: suggestive at the end

last part of the three part series

part one || part two || nct masterlist

Just Like That, a Year Passed

The seasons changed, days blending into weeks, weeks into months—until, just like that, a year had passed.

The air was thick with summer heat, windows open as you sat on the cool floor of Jeno’s living room. Jiwoo was nestled between you and Jeno, her small legs stretched out as the three of you shared a bowl of strawberry ice cream. It had melted slightly, but neither of you minded. Jiwoo kicked her feet happily, enjoying the moment with her father and her... the title was still unknown for you.

You scooped another spoonful and turned to Jiwoo with a teasing smile. “Baby, what do you want for your birthday?”

Jiwoo tilted her head, deep in thought, before her face lit up. “I want a pony.”

Jeno nearly dropped his spoon. “A pony?” He poked her cheek, raising a brow. “Where exactly do you think we’re gonna keep a pony, huh?”

Jiwoo shrugged innocently. “In the house.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Maybe you’d like a birthday party instead?”

“No. I want a pony.” Jiwoo turned to you, eyes wide and pleading as she batted her lashes. “Ynnie, won’t you get me a pony?”

You snorted, ruffling her hair. “Baby, if I could, I would.”

“I miss when she couldn’t talk,” Jeno mumbled dramatically.

Jiwoo huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Daddy’s mean.”

Jeno grinned, wrapping an arm around her and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Okay, okay, princess. We’ll see what we can do about that pony.”

The conversation drifted into easy laughter, and for a moment, everything felt warm—comforting in a way you never thought possible.

And then your phone buzzed. Absentmindedly, you glanced down at the screen, and the notification made your stomach flutter.

Jungwoo.

The guy you had met at the hospital where you were interning. He was nice. Sweet. And from the beginning, he had made his interest in you clear. Kun.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you picked up your phone, fingers hovering over the screen.

“Who are you texting?”

Jeno’s voice cut through the moment, and when you looked up, you found him staring at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

You hesitated before answering, “Just Kun.”

Jeno’s brow furrowed. “Who’s Kun?”

Jiwoo, who had been quietly observing, perked up with interest. “Yeah, who’s Kun?” She scooted closer, trying to peek at your phone.

You pulled up Kun's profile picture and showed it to her. “He’s my friend.”

Jiwoo blinked at the screen. Then, with all the innocence of a child, she asked, “Is he your boyfriend?”

You choked on air.

“N-No, baby,” you sputtered, cheeks warming. “He’s just a guy friend. He's doing residency in the hospital I'm working at.”

Jiwoo tilted her head, as if processing the new information. Meanwhile, Jeno’s expression darkened slightly.

“So…” Jeno's gaze snapped toward the clock, and something in his posture stiffened. “Why is Kun texting you at… 11 in the night?”

Jiwoo joined along. “Yeah,” she said. “Why is he texting you this late?”

You rolled your eyes at Jeno. “11 isn’t even that late.”

“Not the point, YN."

His tone held that strictness he usually reserved for when Jiwoo was being difficult, and something about it made irritation bubble up inside you.

You huffed, placing your phone beside you. “We’ve just been talking, okay? He asked me on a date.”

Jeno’s spoon hit the table with a soft clatter.

“He what—”

“What’s a date?” Jiwoo asked, looking between you both.

Jeno barely heard her. His focus was locked on you, an odd look crossing his face. “What did you say?”

You swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous under his stare. “I said yes.”

The words felt heavier than they should.

You weren’t even sure why you said yes. A part of you knew your heart wasn’t in the right place. But another part—the rational part—reminded you that it didn’t matter. Jeno had made it clear from the very beginning that he wasn’t looking to date. That after what happened with Jiwoo’s mother, he had no interest in relationships.

So what were you supposed to do? Sit around and wait for something that was never going to happen?

“I just…” You exhaled, forcing a lighthearted laugh. “I just want to put myself out there again. It’s been a year since I last dated, and I think—”

“There’s nothing wrong with staying single,” Jeno cut in sharply.

You blinked at him, taken aback by the sudden edge in his tone. “Yeah, but there’s also nothing wrong with dating.” You crossed your arms.

“Kun’s a great guy. I’m sure you’ll like him when you meet him.”

Jeno scoffed. “Oh, I bet I will.”

He pushed himself up from the floor abruptly, his movements stiff as he grabbed the empty ice cream bowl and stormed into the kitchen.

You stared after him, frustration bubbling in your chest.

“What is your problem?” You followed him, watching as he slammed the bowl into the sink with more force than necessary. “I don’t understand why you’re upset about this.”

“I’m not upset,” Jeno said, voice clipped.

“Then what’s with the attitude?”

He didn’t answer.

And that’s what made your chest tighten the most.

Because if Jeno was mad—if he really had a problem with this—then shouldn’t he just say it?

But he wouldn’t.

Because there was nothing to say.

Because you already knew the answer.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to keep your voice steady. "You're acting weird-"

Jeno’s jaw clenched, his hands gripping the edge of the sink. He exhaled through his nose, still not looking at you.

Finally, he muttered, “Do whatever you want. who am I to judge?”

And just like that, the conversation was over.

You sucked in a sharp breath, your hands curling into fists at your sides. “Fine,” you whispered. “I will.”

You turned on your heel, walking back toward the living room.

Jiwoo was still sitting on the couch, too tired to say anything, but her big, round eyes followed you carefully.

You plastered on a smile. “Come on, baby, let’s get you to bed.”

She didn’t say anything, but she reached out for you without hesitation.

As you carried her to her room, you tried to ignore the sound of dishes clattering in the kitchen. You tried to ignore the way your heart ached in your chest.

Because at the end of the day, this was always how it was going to be.

Jeno wasn’t yours.

And you couldn’t keep pretending otherwise.

—

You weren’t nervous.

Kun was a great guy—sweet, considerate, and easy to be around. He made you feel comfortable in ways that were refreshing. There was no tension, no uncertainty. You two met at the hospital. He was a busy guy but always seemed to make time for you. For everyone. As you curled your lashes and dabbed on a final touch of lip gloss, something gnawed at the back of your mind, something you refused to acknowledge.

Your phone buzzed.

Jeno: You left your AirPods. Should I drop them off before work?

You exhaled through your nose, ignoring the way your stomach twisted at the sight of his name.

You: That’d be great. Thanks.

Karina, ever the best friend, helped you get ready. She styled your hair, the two of you sifting through your closet until you settled on the perfect outfit—a short, pink sundress that hugged you in all the right places. It was cute, flirty. The neckline dipped slightly, just enough to show off your collarbones and the barest hint of cleavage.

“Trust me,” Karina had said when you hesitated. “It’s the perfect balance of cute and hot. Kun will go crazy for you."

And you did feel beautiful.

Almost.

The doorbell rang.

Karina was still in the bathroom, so you hurried to answer it, smoothing down the fabric of your dress.

Jeno stood on the other side, his hand tucked in his pocket, your AirPods in the other. His gaze landed on you, and for a moment, he didn’t move.

He looked at you.

And then he looked at you.

You saw the way his eyes swept over your frame, taking in the soft pink of your dress, the way it hugged your curves. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and suddenly, you felt self-conscious. Jeno had never looked at you like that before.

He cleared his throat, handing you the AirPods.

“Thanks,” you muttered, shifting on your feet. Then, with a nervous laugh, you added, “At least tell me how I look.”

Jeno exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

“You always look pretty, YN,” he said, voice quieter this time. Then, before you could respond, he muttered, “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met.”

And just like that, he turned and walked away.

You stood frozen in the doorway, heart hammering in your chest. You tried not to let it affect your mood. Tried not to read into it. Tried to ignore the way his words settled deep in your bones.

Kun showed up—right on time, looking effortlessly handsome, a bouquet of flowers in his hands and a charming smile on his face.

“You look absolutely stunning, YN.”

His words were perfect. The kind any girl would swoon over. But somehow, they didn’t make your heart flutter the way Jeno’s did.

—

The date was perfect.

Kun held your hand. He pulled out your chair, paid for everything, showered you with compliments. He was attentive, kind, the very definition of a gentleman.

And yet…

The entire time, a part of you felt like a fraud. Because Kun deserved someone who looked at him the way you looked at Jeno.

Someone whose heart raced at his touch, not someone else’s.

Someone who wasn’t still tangled in unspoken feelings for a man who would never be hers.

—

By the time Kun walked you to your apartment, the weight of your thoughts had settled deep in your chest.

“Is this the part where I kiss you goodnight?” he teased with a smile.

You let out a slow breath.

You couldn’t do this.

“Kun…” Your voice was soft, hesitant. “I have to tell you something.”

His expression didn’t falter. He just waited, his hands tucked into his pockets as if he already knew what you were going to say.

“I…” You swallowed. “I’m so sorry. You’re such a great guy. But I don’t think I can do this.”

A beat of silence.

“Is it because of Jeno?”

You blinked, startled.

Kun’s smile remained, but there was no bitterness behind it, no resentment, just quiet understanding.

You opened your mouth, then closed it. There was no use lying.

“I don’t know,” you admitted.

But you did.

You did know.

Kun nodded, as if he had expected this. “It’s okay, pretty,” he said gently. “I get it. You’ve told me about your history. I don’t blame you.”

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered.

“Hey,” he chuckled, nudging your arm. “At least you didn’t lead me on. And we had a nice date.” He tilted his head, smirking. “I like talking to you, you know. We can just stay friends.”

A relieved breath left your lips. “Really?”

“Of course.” His eyes softened. “I’d rather keep you in my life than pretend to be something we’re not.”

Your heart ached, but not in the way you thought it would. Kun was too good for this world.

You sighed, wrapping your arms around him in a grateful hug. “You’re too nice for this world.”

“I know, I know,” he teased. “I get that a lot.”

You pulled back with a playful eye roll.

“Thank you,” you murmured. “I haven’t been on a date in so long. It felt… nice.”

His grin widened. “Well, maybe I can take you on platonic dates sometimes. My ass hasn’t been on a date in a while either.”

You laughed. “Why not?”

He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “See you at work, pretty.”

As he walked away, you let out a long exhale.

Tonight should have been a new beginning.

But somehow, it just felt like a confirmation of something you had been trying to ignore all along.

It was always going to be Jeno...

—

Jeno had been awake all night.

Just two blocks away from you, sleep had refused to come, no matter how much he willed it. You had promised to text him after your date. But you didn’t.

Did it go bad? Did it go well?

Did it go too well?

“Jeno, you’re not paying attention!”

Haechan’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, irritation laced in his tone as his character got ambushed on the TV screen. Jaemin sighed in frustration as Jeno’s character died, causing them to lose the game.

Jeno barely cared.

He threw the controller onto the couch and got up, raking a hand through his hair. “I’m done.”

“Dude, what’s up with you?” Haechan groaned, but Jeno was already walking away.

He entered his room to find Jiwoo curled up in her blankets, her small chest rising and falling steadily. He smiled softly, stepping closer—until he noticed the slight dampness in her hair, the way her forehead shone with sweat. His heart clenched as he pressed the back of his hand against her skin. Too warm.

His stomach dropped.

He quickly grabbed the medicine and carefully pulled her into his arms, trying to get her to drink. She winced at the taste but didn't fight back.

"Call me if anything ever goes wrong."

Your voice echoed in his mind.

But was this serious enough? Was it worth calling you over something that could pass in a few hours?

No. Jiwoo would be fine.

Right?

—

Over the next few days, Jeno barely saw you. Apparently, you had come over while he was at work—at least, that’s what his roommates told him.

Was the date that good? So good that you didn’t even want to see him anymore?

The thought made his chest tighten.

By the time he returned home from work that evening, exhaustion clung to his bones. Everything seemed fine until dinner.

Jiwoo was fussy, refusing to eat, her small whimpers turning into tired cries. Then her temperature spiked. Then she threw up.

Jeno’s hands shook as he held her. He tried sponging her down, feeding her medicine. Nothing worked.

It was past midnight when it finally hit him—Jiwoo needed to go to the hospital.

“Try calling a cab,” Jaemin said, rapidly scrolling through his phone to look for an Uber as well.

Haechan cursed under his breath. “No drivers are in the area. I hate being broke,” he muttered, running a hand down his face.

Jaemin glanced at Jeno. “Did you call YN?”

Jeno hesitated.

Why hadn’t he?

Was it because of the petty part of him that didn’t want to need you? Or was it because you had a good date, and he didn’t want to insert himself into your life when you were moving on?

Either way, this wasn’t about him.

This was about Jiwoo.

Jaemin took out his phone and called you. You showed up almost immediately.

You didn’t even hesitate.

Dressed in your pajamas, you rang the doorbell, hair slightly messy from sleep, but your eyes were worried. “Where is she?”

Jeno barely had time to process the warmth in his chest before you were rushing past him into his room.

Jiwoo was curled into his arms, her face flushed, eyes barely open.

“Oh, baby…” Your voice broke as you crouched beside them, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead. Jiwoo slowly lifted her eyes to you, her lip wobbling.

"How didn’t I notice you feeling bad?" Your voice was filled with guilt. "I'm so sorry, baby…"

Jeno swallowed.

“How do we take her to the hospital?” Haechan asked.

“Kun’s coming over. He just finished his shift—he’ll be here in ten.”

Jeno tensed.

Kun?

True to your word, Kun arrived, still in his apron from work. He looked tired, but his concern was evident as Jeno relayed all the symptoms.

“Seems like summer flu,” Kun murmured, jotting down a list of medicines. “Make sure she stays hydrated. The heat is bad—try to keep her cool, and make sure she eats well. Bad weather. The hospital is full of sick kids.”

He knelt in front of Jiwoo, giving her a gentle smile. “You’ll be better in no time, sweetheart.”

Jeno watched from the sidelines, jaw clenched.

Kun was everything a woman could ever want. He had a car. He was in residency. He came from a wealthy family. he has his whole life planned out.

He was perfect.

And Jeno?

Jeno was struggling to make ends meet. Juggling between work and taking care of his daughter. He didn't know what he was gonna do in the future.

Why wouldn’t you pick someone like Kun over him?

Jeno stared as you hugged Kun goodbye, watched as he took Haechan with him to buy the medicine.

He couldn’t breathe.

—

You let out a heavy sigh as you stepped back into Jeno’s room.

Jiwoo was still in his arms, small fingers curled into his shirt. Even now, even when she was sick, she clung to him.

Jeno’s grip on her tightened.

He was afraid to let go.

Afraid to fail her.

“This isn’t your fault,” you murmured.

Jeno looked at you, startled.

Almost as if you had read his mind.

You sat beside him, running your fingers gently over Jiwoo’s cheek. The little girl stirred at your touch, her eyelashes fluttering weakly.

“…Mommy…”

The word was soft. A whisper.

But it might as well have been an explosion. Jeno stiffened. His arms went rigid around Jiwoo’s tiny body.

He looked at you.

You looked at him.

Shock flickered across your face. You blinked rapidly, as if unsure whether you had even heard it correctly.

“She…” You swallowed. “She must’ve said it by accident.”

Jeno nodded numbly, but his mind was spinning. No one had ever taught Jiwoo that word. she had never had someone to call "Mommy" before.

And yet, she had chosen you.

Jeno’s throat felt tight.

It made sense.

Of course Jiwoo called you Mommy. Who else, besides him, had ever shown her this much love? Who else had taken care of her the way you did?

And in that moment, it hit Jeno like a truck.

He couldn’t lose you.

Not only for Jiwoo’s sake.

Not for his own.

But bcause he needed you.

Your warmth. Your presence. The way you made everything feel lighter, even when the world felt suffocating.

He had been so afraid of love. So terrified of risking it, of letting himself feel.

But if it meant losing you?

If it meant watching you walk away—watching you choose someone else? That was a risk he wasn’t willing to take.

He had to do something.

—

Jiwoo got better quickly after following Kun’s instructions.

Soon enough, she was back to her bubbly self, talking nonstop about her birthday plans. Jeno wouldn’t have it any other way.

He took two days off work just to be with her.

And you… you had started coming around again.

Everything seemed to go back to how it used to be. The laughter, the comfort, the easy presence of you in his life. But Jeno knew better.

It wasn’t the same. Not for him.

Because now, he knew the truth. He knew that he needed you. And he couldn’t keep it inside any longer.

That night, the dorm was quiet.

Haechan was out of town, and Jaemin had gone out with friends. Jiwoo had fallen asleep hours ago, her tiny arms wrapped around her favorite stuffed bunny.

That left just you and Jeno.

You were in the kitchen, moving around comfortably, completely at home in his space as you made something for both of you to eat. Jeno leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching you.

You didn’t have to be here.

You could’ve gone home.

But you were here.

With him.

"You're staring," you said without looking up.

"Can we talk?" Jeno asked.

That made you pause. You turned to him, brows raised. "Of course. What's up?"

Jeno exhaled heavily, running a hand through his hair. His heart was racing. This was absurd. So absurd.

But he had to say it.

"I… I want you to stop seeing Kun."

Silence.

You didn’t say anything.

Jeno’s stomach twisted. Maybe he should’ve kept his mouth shut. Maybe this would ruin everything—

But there was no going back now.

"He's a great guy," Jeno admitted, voice rough. "You were right about that. But I don’t care. I don’t want you to see him anymore."

You blinked. "Why not?"

Jeno’s throat tightened. His fingers curled against the counter. "Because I can't let him have you."

Your breath hitched.

Jeno clenched his jaw, forcing himself to keep going. "I know what I am. I know I’m a single dad, that I don’t have enough money, that I don’t even have my future figured out. I know Kun is the better option. But I don’t care.

I want you—I need you."

His voice broke.

"You've shown me love. You’ve shown Jiwoo love. And I… I want to be able to show you that love back."

"Jeno…"

"Please," he whispered. "Give me a chance."

Your lips parted, hesitation flickering across your face. "Kun and I aren’t dating."

Jeno froze. "What?"

"I…" You swallowed, looking away for a second before meeting his eyes again. "I couldn’t. I couldn’t date him. Not when my heart already belonged to someone else."

Jeno’s mind went blank.

"Huh?"

"I like you, Jeno." Your voice was quiet but steady. "I’ve liked you for a while."

Jeno could barely breathe. "Then why’d you… why’d you go on the date?"

You gave him a sad smile. "Because you said you weren’t looking to date. And I… I thought I had no chance."

Jeno was stunned.

No chance?

You—YN L/N—the most beautiful girl he had ever met. The girl of his dreams. The one who made him believe in love again. The one who made him want to try again.

Jeno stared at you, taking in everything- the way your hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, the way you looked so natural standing in his kitchen, wearing his apron, making food for both of you.

And something inside him snapped.

Before he could stop himself, he was moving.

His hands found your waist, fingers gripping tightly as he pulled you to him. Your breath hitched, eyes widening, but you didn’t pull away.

His lips crashed onto yours.

It was desperate, raw, filled with all the emotions he had been trying so hard to suppress. He kissed you like a man starved.

You melted into him instantly, hands gripping his broad shoulders as he pressed you back against the counter.

His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you impossibly close. Your scent, your warmth, the soft gasp you let out against his lips—it was driving him insane.

Jeno groaned, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue slid against your lips, and you opened up for him, letting him taste you.

You were sweet. Addictive.

His tongue tangled with yours, slow and teasing at first, but quickly growing more heated, more desperate.

A low whimper escaped you, and Jeno nearly lost it.

His hands roamed your sides, feeling the curves of your waist, the dip of your back. He wanted to feel every inch of you, wanted to memorize the way you fit against him.

Your fingers threaded into his hair, tugging slightly, and he let out a shaky breath.

"Fuck," he murmured against your lips. "I wanted to do this for so long."

Your eyes were heavy-lidded, lips swollen as you looked up at him. "Then don’t stop."

And Jeno didn’t.

He couldn’t.

Not when you were right here, kissing him back with just as much need.

His hands roamed your waist, gripping tightly, holding you against him like he was afraid you’d slip away. Your fingers curled into his hair, tugging slightly, and he groaned into your mouth.

Jeno’s hands moved down to your thighs, lifting you slightly before walking you backward. You let out a small gasp as the edge of the couch hit the back of your knees.

He pushed you down onto the couch, hovering over you before capturing your lips again.

This kiss was different.

It was deeper. Rougher.

Jeno kissed you like he was making up for lost time, like he had been holding himself back for too long and finally, finally, he could have you.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting you, teasing you, and you melted into him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, but it still wasn’t enough.

You needed more.

Jeno’s hands roamed over your waist before sliding down to your thighs, fingers gripping the soft flesh. He squeezed lightly, and you whimpered into his mouth.

That sound.

It drove him crazy.

He pulled away just for a second, catching his breath, his forehead resting against yours.

"Fuck," he whispered. His eyes were dark, filled with something primal, something desperate. "I can’t get enough of you."

You shivered, your fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin. Jeno inhaled sharply as your nails traced over the toned muscles of his abdomen.

"Jeno," you breathed, voice barely above a whisper.

He groaned, dipping his head to your neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses against your skin.

You sucked in a breath, hands tightening around his shoulders. "Jeno…"

He groaned at the way you said his name, like it was a plea, like you needed him.

His lips trailed lower, tongue flicking against your pulse before he sucked lightly on your skin.

You gasped.

Jeno stilled for a second before smirking against your neck. "So this is the spot, huh?" he murmured, voice low and teasing.

Before you could respond, he latched onto the sensitive area just below your ear, sucking harder this time.

Your body arched instinctively, a whimper escaping your lips.

Jeno cursed under his breath, his grip on you tightening as he soothed the mark with his tongue before going back for more.

Your hands tangled in his hair, nails scratching against his scalp, and he groaned, nipping at your skin before sucking even deeper, determined to leave a mark that wouldn’t fade so easily.

His hands moved again, sliding under your shirt, fingertips skimming over your waist. He traced the curve of your back, pressing you closer, until there was no space left between you.

Your body responded instantly, legs parting slightly to make room for him as his hands gripped your thighs again, kneading them before slowly trailing upward.

You gasped against his lips, fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Jeno—"

He swallowed your words with another deep kiss, tilting his head to get even closer, his tongue brushing against yours in slow, deliberate strokes.

His hands wandered, exploring, feeling. He wanted to memorize every dip, every curve of your body.

You were intoxicating.

He pulled away, chest rising and falling heavily, his forehead resting against yours. His hands remained on your waist, fingers pressing into your skin as if grounding himself.

The room was silent except for your uneven breaths.

Jeno licked his lips, his eyes still dark with lust. But beneath it all, there was something else. Something deeper.

"Tell me you’re mine," he whispered, voice raw.

You swallowed, eyes locked onto his.

"I’m yours, Jeno," you whispered.

That was all he needed to hear.

He kissed you again, slow and deep, pouring every unspoken emotion into it. This was all he needed. Jiwoo. You. His everything. Maybe he too deserved love. To be cherished.

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an: we're finally done with 'Fatherhood'. should I make an epilogue?