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[jenosonlywife23]

Chasing Paradise

a\n; Hope you guys liked this, i tried to write it like the show but i just cant seem to get it right. This was so hard for me to write. Also imagine Haechan on singles inferno dang!!

The sun beat down on the sandy beach of Inferno as you adjusted your hat, trying to shield yourself from the blazing heat. You’d spent days preparing yourself for this experience, convincing yourself that auditioning for Single’s Inferno was your chance to break free from the tangled mess of feelings you harbored for Haechan. But nothing—nothing—could’ve prepared you for the moment he stepped onto the island, grinning like he owned the place.

Your jaw had practically hit the floor as he sauntered toward the group of contestants. For a split second, you thought you were hallucinating. But no, it was really him. Lee Donghyuck—your best friend, the person you’d spent countless nights laughing and bickering with—was now standing in front of you.

“What… what are you doing here?” you stammered, your shock evident.

He smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. “What does it look like? I’m here to find love.”

The contestants exchanged curious glances, intrigued by your reaction. You barely noticed, your focus entirely on him. “You followed me, didn’t you?”

“Followed you?” He raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “I didn’t even know you auditioned.”

You crossed your arms, glaring at him. “Mark told you, didn’t he?”

His grin widened, and he shrugged. “Maybe. But can you blame me? What kind of best friend would I be if I just let you flirt with random guys on TV?”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, but you refused to let it show. Instead, you huffed and turned away, ignoring the amused whispers from the other contestants.

The days in Inferno passed in a blur of challenges, mingling, and the occasional heated arguments between you and Haechan. He was everywhere—flirting with the other girls, cracking jokes during group meals, and somehow managing to steal your attention no matter how hard you tried to focus on anyone else.

One day, during a challenge where the contestants competed to win a night in Paradise, Haechan outperformed everyone, earning the coveted prize. When it came time to choose someone to join him, he didn’t hesitate.

“I choose **** ,” he announced, his eyes locking on yours.

You looked towards the contestants clearly surprised. You hesitated for a moment, but the soft, hopeful look in his eyes made it impossible to refuse.

Paradise was breathtaking—a luxurious escape from the harsh conditions of Inferno. The two of you lounged by the pool, sipping on drinks and enjoying the rare moments of peace.

“This is nice,” you admitted, glancing at him.

He smiled, his usual teasing demeanor replaced by something gentler. “Yeah. It’s not bad having you here with me.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. “So, what’s your plan? Win me over with fancy dinners and sunsets?”

“Maybe,” he said, leaning closer. “Or maybe I’m just hoping you’ll realize I’m the only guy here who really knows you.”

His words sent a jolt through your chest, but before you could respond, he leaned back, his smirk returning. “Anyway, let’s eat. I’m starving.”

But not every day was like that.

A week later, after a heated argument over something trivial—you couldn’t even remember what started it—Haechan didn’t choose you during another challenge. Instead, he picked another contestant, leaving you fuming.

Fine. Two could play that game.

You found yourself spending more time with one of the other guys, a charming contestant named Jinyoung (def not talking abt dex lol)who was clearly interested in you. He was sweet, attentive, and always made sure you felt comfortable.

Haechan noticed.

Every time he saw you laughing with Jinyoung or sitting a little too close to him during meals, his jaw tightened, and his usual playful attitude became sharper, more biting.

“You’re really into this guy, huh?” he said one evening, cornering you near the fire pit.

You raised an eyebrow, refusing to rise to his bait. “What’s it to you?”

He scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “Nothing. Just thought you had better taste.”

“Oh, you mean like my taste in friends who audition for dating shows without telling me?” you shot back.

His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The tension between you was suffocating, and you could feel the curious glances of the other contestants.

The final day arrived, and with it came the moment of truth. As the host explained the rules one last time, your heart pounded. Who would you leave with—if anyone?

You waited anxiously as the decisions unfolded, your mind racing with doubts and emotions. And then, it was Haechan’s turn.

He stepped forward, his gaze fixed on you.

“I came here because of you,” he began, his voice steady but laced with vulnerability. “I didn’t plan on confessing my feelings on TV, but… I couldn’t just sit back and watch you with someone else. You’ve always been the person I wanted. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he continued. “So, if you’ll have me… I want to leave here with you.”

The world seemed to blur as you stepped forward, your heart pounding. “You’re still an idiot for not telling me sooner.”

He grinned, his eyes lighting up. “Guess I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, then.”

As you walked off the beach together, hand in hand, you couldn’t help but smile. Maybe this crazy journey had been worth it after all.

[jenosonlywife23]

Daguqqqqq!!!! He like he'd be called MINE teehee(terrible joke😔)

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last updated: 2025.JAN.31

a - angst // f - fluff // s - smut

series

(a, f) - ‘tis the damn season - @najaemism

oneshots

(s) - You belong to me - @jungcherie

(f, s) - Sunday Kind of Love - @smileysuh

(a, f) - unsaid feelings - @jaemrkist

(f) - a slice of watermelon - @theleemark

(a) - PAST OF MY FUTURE - @aehyei

(a, f) - 5 drinks to share with Mark - @daybreakx

(s) - BMW - @aehyei

(f) - 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 | 이민형 - @honeymark

(f, s) - drive me crazy - @angelwonie

(a, f, s) - reunion - @lattaeyongs

(f, s) - KISS U RIGHT NOW - @domjaehyun

(a, s) - “Try to stay quiet ok” + “It’s just us, everyone else has gone to bed” - @ncteez

(f) - Self-On Kode with Mark - @gyeomsweetgyeom

(f) - Mark takes care of you after you had too many drinks - @blbyena

(a, f) - Perfume - @jaelvr

(f, s) - yearning for you - @ch3rryd0ll

drabbles

(f) - Sunday Afternoons - @johnjaecity

(f) - Am I Your Lockscreen? - @yootaesowlwrites

(f) - KISS ME! - @neolovesneo

(f) - sleepy - @loving-jeno

(f) - "it was late at night and you and mark were cuddled up in bed together watching a movie" - @tigermark

(f) - Lazy Mornings and Endless Love - @jenosonlywife23

headcanons

(f, s) - mark’s decent into madness during no nut november !! - @viasdreams

(f) - bf! mark - @catboyieejeno

(f) - Rapper Boyfriend Texts - @pjsteroid

timestamps

(f, s) - [9:27pm] - @rosepetalmark

(f) - [16:54] - @hyucks-archive

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[jenosonlywife23]

No Nut November Regrets

summary; nnn with jaehyun but he actually regrets it cause his about to enlist and his devasted cause he should have used those days to bang you up teehee!!!

a/n; Lets pretend he still hasnt enlisted lol.

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Jaehyun’s pacing your bedroom like a man possessed, muttering to himself with his hands in his hair.

"Are you okay?" you ask, half-laughing at his dramatic behavior. He’s been acting weird ever since he got home.

"No, I’m not okay," he blurts out, turning to face you with a look of absolute despair. "I’ve made a grave mistake."

You tilt your head, trying to stifle a smile. "What, did you lose a bet? Forgot your phone at the gym again?"

He stares at you like you’ve missed the point of life itself. "Worse. I wasted an entire month."

You blink, thoroughly confused. "A month on what? Your skincare routine? 'Cause, babe, you look amazing—"

He groans, cutting you off. "No Nut November."

There’s a beat of silence before you burst out laughing. "Oh my God, that’s what this is about? Are you serious?"

"I’m dead serious!" he exclaims, throwing his hands in the air. "Do you know how much time we could’ve spent—" He stops, rubbing the back of his neck as he tries to find the words.

"Spent...?" you prompt, clearly enjoying his struggle.

He sighs deeply, his ears turning red. "Banging," he finally mutters, avoiding your gaze.

You choke on your laughter, clutching your stomach. "Are you actually upset you didn’t? What happened to self-control, proving something to yourself, all that motivational crap you were preaching?"

"That was before I knew I was enlisting!" he practically yells, throwing himself onto the bed like a soap opera heroine. "I thought I had time. But now? Now I’ve got weeks—weeks, baby! And I just... I feel like I’ve betrayed us both."

You sit beside him, trying to hold back your laughter. "So, let me get this straight. You’re mad because you spent thirty days not having sex with me, and now you think you’ve wasted your youth?"

"Exactly!" He sits up, his expression so sincere it makes you want to both laugh and kiss him. "I thought I was doing something noble. But now all I can think about is how many times we could’ve—"

"Jaehyun!" you cut him off, cheeks burning.

"No, listen!" he insists, gripping your hands like he’s about to deliver the speech of a lifetime. "We could’ve been doing it every night, every morning, maybe even on lunch breaks. Do you know how much catching up we have to do now?"

You’re crying with laughter at this point, collapsing onto the bed. "You’re ridiculous."

He flops beside you, throwing an arm over his eyes dramatically. "Ridiculous and horny," he declares. "And I’ve got no time to fix it."

"Well," you say, leaning over him with a sly smile, "we’ve got tonight. Think you can make up for thirty days in one go?"

He peeks at you from under his arm, his eyes narrowing like he’s accepting a challenge. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea."

[jenosonlywife23]

Night routine complete.

The steam from the shower still hung heavy in the bathroom as you and Jeno stepped out, the faint hum of the exhaust fan filling the space. You both moved in sync—comfy, familiar—Jeno with his towel slung low around his waist, and you with yours wrapped snugly around your chest.

“Pass me the toner,” you said casually, twisting your hair into a towel while he reached for the bottle on the counter.

Jeno handed it to you, his own hair still damp and falling messily over his forehead. “You look like a little dumpling,” he teased, flicking the end of your towel as you applied the product.

“And you look like you forgot how to dress,” you shot back, glancing pointedly at the towel barely holding on at his hips.

“Give me a break, I’m air-drying,” he said with a smug grin, leaning against the counter to watch you. His abs flexed slightly with the movement, and you rolled your eyes, pretending not to notice.

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, turning back to the mirror.

Jeno smirked, “Why? Distracted?”

You shot him a look through the mirror. “No. Just cold.”

“Uh-huh,” he teased, stepping closer until he was right behind you, his chin resting on your damp shoulder. “Then let me warm you up.”

You gasped as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. “Jeno! Your hair is dripping on me!”

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your bare shoulder before letting you go—though his hands lingered at your sides for a second too long. “Fine. But only because I don’t want you yelling at me for messing up your precious skincare routine.”

“Exactly,” you said with a satisfied grin, passing him his cleanser as you started applying yours.

Jeno groaned dramatically as he turned to the sink beside you, squeezing the product into his hands. “I don’t even know why I do this with you. I didn’t sign up for this life.”

“Yes, you did,” you quipped, watching him from the corner of your eye as he lathered his face, his brows furrowing in concentration. Somehow, he managed to make even cleansing his face look stupidly attractive.

“You make me weak, you know that?” he muttered, rinsing the foam off his face, the water dripping down his jawline in a way that made you pause mid-application.

“Don’t blame me for being irresistible,” you replied, turning back to the mirror as quickly as possible.

Jeno smirked, grabbing the toner bottle from your side of the counter. “This one’s next, right?”

“Yeah—wait, not that much!” you squeaked as he nearly poured half the bottle into his palm.

He looked down at his hands, eyes wide like a guilty puppy. “Oops?”

You sighed, taking his hands in yours and dabbing some of the excess toner onto your face. “You’re hopeless.”

Jeno grinned, letting you guide his hands to his own face next. “See? I knew you’d help me.”

It was impossible to stay annoyed when he looked at you like that—his dimpled smile softening the teasing edge in his voice. Once you finished applying moisturizer, Jeno scooped a little onto his finger and dabbed it on the tip of your nose, making you gasp.

“Lee Jeno!”

When you finished, you grabbed your clothes and padded into the bedroom, slipping into a pair of soft, loose shorts and a tank top—one that might’ve been yours but probably came from Jeno’s side of the closet.

When you emerged, Jeno had ditched the towel and thrown on his gray sweats, hanging low enough to remind you why you never let him walk around shirtless in public. He looked up from his phone, his gaze softening when he saw you.

“Cute,” he said, lips curling into a small smile as he sat back on the bed, ruffling his still-damp hair.

You climbed onto the mattress beside him, nudging him playfully. “You think everything I wear is cute.”

“That’s because it is,” he replied easily, leaning back on his elbows as he looked at you. “Especially when it’s mine.”

You snorted, tugging at the hem of the tank top. “Possession is nine-tenths of the law, babe. It’s mine now.”

Jeno grinned, shaking his head as he grabbed your waist, pulling you down beside him. The bed dipped as he tucked you into his side, his warm skin pressed against yours.

You shifted slightly, your gaze catching on the tiny mole under his eye—a feature you’d always found so endearing. Leaning in without a word, you pressed the gentlest kiss to it.

Jeno blinked, surprised, his cheeks tinting pink as he looked down at you. “What was that for?”

“Your mole,” you replied, brushing your thumb under his eye softly. “It’s cute. I had to.”

Jeno let out a soft laugh, his dimple appearing as his smile stretched wide. “You’re really something else, you know that?”

“And you love it,” you teased, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “I really do.”

The two of you fell into a peaceful, comfortable silence—Jeno’s arm draped lazily around you, his steady breaths against your skin, and his soft smile lingering long after you’d both settled into the quiet of the night.

(requests??)

[jenosonlywife23]

My rockstar!!!

Got inspiration from @polarisjisung, i was def thinking abt 200 when writing this but i literally changed the meaning hehe!!! Bf!Mark x reader

The soft hum of the instrumental fills the studio as Mark leans back in his chair, headphones around his neck, and a proud grin lighting up his face. His phone is already in his hand, scrolling to your contact.

"Hey," he says when you pick up, his voice warm and inviting. "Can you come to the studio? I need your help with something."

You’re curious but don’t ask too many questions, knowing how Mark likes to surprise you. When you arrive, he’s standing by the door, his cap slightly tilted and his trademark oversized hoodie making him look impossibly cozy. But the way his eyes light up when he sees you? That’s the real showstopper.

"Perfect timing," he says, tugging you inside by your hand. "I just finished recording something, and I… I kinda wrote it with you in mind."

Your heart skips a beat as you watch him shuffle nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. He sits you down in his chair and hits play, the track filling the room. His smooth vocals pour out, the lyrics laced with subtle references to moments only you two share. It’s vulnerable, raw, and undeniably romantic.

"Mark…" you whisper, eyes welling up as the song ends.

But before you can say anything more, he’s crouched in front of you, his hands resting on your thighs. "I want you to be a part of it," he says softly. "Your voice. Some harmonies, maybe some adlibs? I think it’ll make it perfect."

"Me? On your track?" you stammer, already feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Yeah," he murmurs, leaning closer until his forehead brushes against yours. "It’s about you, for you. Makes sense, right?"

Soon, you’re standing at the mic, headphones snug over your ears as Mark adjusts the levels. "Relax," he says, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. "Just sing like you do when it’s just us."

The intimacy of his closeness, his breath against your neck as he hums the melody in your ear, sends a shiver down your spine. You try not to lose focus, but it’s hard when his hands trace small circles on your hips.

"Mark," you say, laughing softly, "you’re distracting me."

"Am I?" he teases, planting a kiss just below your ear. "Guess you’ll have to sing faster, then."

You manage to record your parts, though not without plenty of playful interruptions from him. Once you’re done, he pulls you into his lap on the chair, replaying the track with your voice added in.

"Listen to that," he whispers, nuzzling into your neck. "We sound perfect together."

"That’s because you’re biased," you reply, but your heart swells at the pride in his eyes.

"Maybe," he admits, his hands wandering to your sides as he presses a kiss to your lips. "But it’s true. You’re my favorite duet partner, always."

[jenosonlywife23]

Hoodie-Tee

Lowkey got pissed while proofreading this hehe!!! Anyway Jeno is so cute teehee!!

The sun was shining brightly, the perfect weather for a picnic. A light breeze carried the laughter of your group as you all sat on a checkered blanket, snacks and drinks scattered everywhere. Jaemin was laying on his back, staring at the clouds. Haechan was cracking jokes, making everyone double over with laughter, while Chenle munched on a bag of chips, giving commentary on everything.

You were seated beside Jeno, comfortably leaning against him as you picked at some fruit. Things were perfect—until Arin shivered and caught Jeno’s attention.

“Are you cold?” Jeno asked, already shrugging off his hoodie before she could respond.

Your eyes narrowed slightly. Oh, really?

“I’m fine, but—”

“Here,” Jeno said, draping his hoodie over her shoulders.

“Thanks, Jeno,” Arin said with a smile that lingered a little too long for your liking.

Chenle, ever the observant one, glanced at you with raised eyebrows, his chewing slowing as if he were watching a drama unfold. You pursed your lips, trying to keep your composure. It wasn’t Arin’s fault, but it still stung. Jeno’s hoodies were your thing, something he always reserved for you.

He should know that.

When Jeno leaned toward you with a bright grin, holding up a strawberry like he was offering you a gift, you turned your head away.

“Not hungry,” you mumbled, folding your arms across your chest.

Jeno blinked, confused. “You sure? You love strawberries.”

“I’m sure.”

Haechan looked over, sensing the tension. “Uh-oh, trouble in paradise?” he teased.

“Shut up, Haechan,” you snapped, a little sharper than intended.

Jaemin finally sat up, rubbing his eyes like he’d just woken from a nap. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you and Jeno said in unison, though your tone was far less convincing.

Chenle, still munching his chips, leaned closer to you and whispered, “You okay? You’re looking a little… stormy.”

“I’m fine,” you muttered, though your clenched jaw said otherwise.

Jeno reached for your hand, but you pulled it away, grabbing a drink instead. He frowned, his confusion growing by the second.

“What’s wrong?” he asked softly, leaning closer.

“Nothing,” you said, plastering on a fake smile. “I’m just peachy.”

Jeno tilted his head, his gaze searching yours. “Did I do something?”

Finally, a clue. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “Nope. Not at all.”

Haechan snickered. “Bro, she’s mad at you.”

“I’m not mad!” you insisted, though your voice was a little too loud.

“Yeah, you’re not mad,” Chenle chimed in, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Jeno looked between you and Arin, clearly trying to piece things together. When it finally clicked, his eyes widened. “Wait, are you upset because I gave her my hoodie?”

You stayed silent, sipping your drink aggressively.

“Babe…” Jeno started, but you cut him off.

“It’s fine, Jeno. It’s just a hoodie.”

“But—”

Before he could finish, you grabbed him by the wrist, yanked him toward you, and put him in a light headlock, your strength catching him off guard.

“My hoodie. My thing,” you muttered close to his ear, your voice low and sharp.

Jaemin burst out laughing, nearly toppling over. Haechan was cackling so hard he had to hold his stomach, while Chenle simply gave you a slow clap.

“Okay, okay! I get it!” Jeno said, his voice muffled as he tried to wiggle out of your hold. “You’re gonna mess up my hair!”

“Good,” you said, finally letting him go.

He turned to face you, his cheeks flushed and his hair slightly mussed. “I didn’t know it meant that much to you.”

“Well, now you do,” you said, crossing your arms.

Jeno reached for your hand again, this time gripping it firmly when you tried to pull away. “I’m sorry,” he said, his tone earnest. “I didn’t mean to make you upset. My hoodies are yours, okay? Only yours.”

“Damn right,” you muttered, though the corners of your lips twitched upward.

Arin, oblivious to the drama, returned the hoodie with a sheepish smile. “Thanks again, Jeno. I’m fine now.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Jeno said, though he didn’t even glance her way. His full attention was on you, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Forgive me?”

You sighed, finally relenting. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He grinned, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “And you’re scary when you’re jealous.”

“You haven’t seen scary yet,” you teased, though you couldn’t hide the smile creeping onto your face.

As the group dissolved into more laughter, Chenle leaned over and whispered, “That was better than any K-drama.”

“Shut up, Chenle,” you said, though you couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

[jenosonlywife23]

We listen and we dont judge

(i dont know how to feel abt this one)

You’re lying flat on Jeno’s bed, staring at the ceiling, bored out of your mind. He’s been gaming for hours, muttering things like “Push mid” and “Bro, are you serious?” into his mic. You swear you’re two minutes away from turning into a fossil.

Then inspiration strikes. A devilish grin spreads across your face as you grab your phone and sneak into his gaming room.

He doesn’t even notice when you prop your phone up on his desk, positioning it to perfectly catch his side profile.

You hop onto the armrest of his chair, resting your chin on his shoulder. “Jeno.”

“Hmm?” he hums, still glued to his screen.

“Take a break and do this trend with me.”

He spares you a glance, eyebrows raised. “What trend?”

You clear your throat dramatically, lowering your voice. “We listen,” you say, full of gravitas, “and we don’t judge.”

He snorts. “Sounds fake, but okay. ”

You think for a second, then smirk. “I once stole my neighbor’s cat because I thought it liked me better than them.”

His head snaps toward you so fast you hear his neck crack. “What?!”

“WE LISTEN AND WE DON’T JUDGE!” you yell, clapping your hands for emphasis.

He shakes his head, laughing in disbelief. “Fine, fine. My turn.”

Without missing a beat, he says, “I used to practice kissing on my own reflection.”

Your jaw drops. “JENO!”

“What? I was like eight!” he protests, his ears turning pink.

“We listen,” you wheeze, barely able to get the words out through your laughter, “and we don’t judge!”

He narrows his eyes at you, clearly plotting. “Your turn.”

You grin. “I once pretended to faint in school just so I could get out of a math test.”

He stares at you, blinking. “And it worked?”

You nod smugly. “The nurse even called my mom. It was Oscar-worthy.”

Jeno bursts out laughing, slapping his knee. “You’re insane.”

“Your turn,” you prompt, leaning closer.

He pauses for dramatic effect, his lips twitching. “I accidentally called my teacher ‘Mom’ once, panicked, and doubled down by asking her what’s for dinner.”

You scream-laugh, almost falling off the armrest. “NO WAY!”

“She still brings it up every time she sees me,” he mutters, burying his face in his hands.

“We listen,” you gasp, wiping tears from your eyes, “and we don’t judge!”

Just as you’re catching your breath, Jeno frowns, his gaze shifting to your phone. “Wait. Are you recording this?”

You freeze, your hand instinctively flying to cover the screen. “Uh… no?”

The little red recording light gives you away.

“YAH!!” he yells, lunging for the phone.

You snatch it up and bolt out of the room, laughing like a maniac. “WE LISTEN AND WE DON’T JUDGE!”

Jeno’s laugh echoes behind you as he chases you through the apartment. “You’re deleting that video!”

“Over my dead body!”

It’s chaos, it’s messy, and it’s the funniest afternoon you’ve had in a while.

[jenosonlywife23]

Boyfriend!Jeno taking care of you!!!

It was one of those days when you just wanted to curl up in bed and stay there forever. The cramps were relentless, your energy was at an all-time low, and even the thought of moving felt unbearable. You’d texted Jeno earlier, letting him know you weren’t feeling great, and he’d promised to come over after practice.

Now, as you lay cocooned in blankets, trying to distract yourself with a drama, you heard the front door click open.

“Babe?” Jeno’s soft voice echoed through the apartment.

“In here,” you mumbled, your voice barely audible.

Moments later, Jeno appeared in the doorway, a bag in one hand and a worried expression on his face. He crossed the room in a few strides, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“How are you feeling?” he asked gently, brushing your hair back from your face.

“Like I’m being stabbed repeatedly,” you groaned, making him frown.

Without another word, he placed the bag on the bedside table and started pulling things out—your favorite snacks, a hot water bottle, painkillers, and even a small box of chocolates.

“I stopped by the store on the way here,” he said, his voice a mix of shy and proud. “I didn’t know what would help, so I got a bit of everything.”

You couldn’t help but smile despite the discomfort. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

“Of course I did,” he replied, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “You’re in pain, and I can’t just sit around doing nothing.”

He quickly filled the hot water bottle and slipped it under the blanket, resting it gently against your stomach. “Better?”

You nodded, the warmth already starting to ease some of the tension. “Thank you, Jeno.”

He grinned, but then his expression turned a little mischievous. “Also, I brought this.” He pulled out a tub of ice cream, holding it up like a trophy.

Your eyes lit up. “You’re the best.”

He chuckled, opening the tub and handing you a spoon. “I know. But I’ll be even better if I stay here and cuddle with you, right?”

You didn’t even have to answer; he was already climbing into bed beside you, careful not to jostle you too much. Once he was settled, you leaned against him, his arm wrapping securely around your shoulders.

“You’re so warm,” you murmured, snuggling closer.

“I’m your personal heater,” he teased, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

For the rest of the evening, Jeno stayed by your side, holding you, rubbing gentle circles on your back whenever the cramps got too intense, and even putting on silly videos to make you laugh.

“I hate seeing you like this,” he said softly at one point, his voice tinged with sadness.

“It’s not your fault,” you reassured him, intertwining your fingers with his. “You’re already making it so much better.”

His eyes softened, and he leaned in to kiss you—sweet and full of love. “Anything for you.”

[jenosonlywife23]

"Dafuq"

Author's note: Got inspired by pple writing the dafuq "prank".

You sat on the floor beside Jeno, who was leaning back against the couch, lazily scrolling through his phone. Perfect timing.

“Jeno,” you said casually, “did you eat the last piece of cake, da fuq?”

His brows furrowed as he glanced at you. “Uh, no? What’s with the da fuq?”

You shrugged, keeping your face blank. “Just asking, da fuq. I was saving that piece, da fuq.”

His confusion deepened. “Okay, but why are you saying da fuq after everything, da fuq?”

You bit your cheek to hold back a laugh. “What do you mean, da fuq?”

Now he sat up straighter, fully invested. “I mean, why are you talking like this? Are you okay, da fuq?”

“I’m fine, da fuq,” you replied, as if he were the one acting strange.

His lips parted as if to argue, but then he stopped, blinking hard. “Wait, am I saying it now too? What’s happening, da fuq?”

That was it—you burst into uncontrollable laughter, rolling onto the carpet while Jeno stared at you, completely flustered.

“I hate you so much right now, da fuq,” he muttered, but his lips twitched, threatening to betray him as he tossed a couch pillow at your head.

[jenosonlywife23]

For now and always

The soft glow of the city lights streamed through the curtains, casting long, golden streaks across the living room floor. You sat curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around you, staring blankly at the muted TV. Your mind was far from whatever late-night sitcom was playing.

Jeno, freshly showered, emerged from the bedroom, his damp hair sticking up in soft tufts. He looked cozy, dressed in a plain black t-shirt and gray sweats, but his easy smile faltered when he noticed the faraway look in your eyes.

“Hey,” he called softly, walking over and plopping down beside you. His arm immediately found its place around your shoulders, tugging you closer. You didn’t resist, leaning into the familiar warmth of his chest, but you still didn’t say a word.

He tilted his head, resting his chin on the top of yours. “Alright, spill. You’ve been quiet for days, and it’s starting to freak me out. Did I do something? Forget something? Or did Jaemin roast me too hard in the group chat again?”

You let out a weak chuckle, but it faded quickly. Jeno shifted, leaning back to get a better look at your face. “Come on, what’s going on?” he asked, his voice gentler now.

You hesitated, fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “It’s nothing serious,” you mumbled, but the lump in your throat made the words sound unconvincing.

“Baby,” he said, his tone dropping lower, more coaxing. He reached up to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering. “Talk to me. Please.”

The sincerity in his voice broke through your defenses, and you sighed, your shoulders slumping. “It’s just… I’ve been thinking a lot about how the hyungs are enlisting soon,” you admitted quietly. “Like, it’s really happening.”

Jeno’s brows furrowed slightly, but he stayed quiet, letting you finish.

“And then I started thinking about you,” you continued, your voice wavering. “It’s only a few years until it’s your turn, Jeno. And the thought of you being gone, even for a little while—it’s been eating at me.”

His expression softened instantly, and he pulled you closer, tucking your head under his chin. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, his voice laced with both affection and regret. “You’ve been carrying all that by yourself?”

“I know I shouldn’t be worrying about something that’s still years away,” you said, frustration creeping into your tone. “But I can’t help it. The thought of you being gone, doing something so hard without me there—it scares me.”

Jeno was quiet for a moment, his hand rubbing slow circles on your back. Then, he leaned back, gently guiding your face up so you were looking at him. His dark eyes were steady, filled with a kind of tenderness that made your chest ache.

“I get it,” he said softly. “I’d probably feel the same if it were the other way around.” His thumb brushed your cheek, lingering at the corner of your mouth. “But you don’t have to go through this alone, okay? You can talk to me. Always.”

You nodded, tears pricking at your eyes, and he smiled, leaning down to press a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. “We’ve got time,” he murmured against your skin, his breath warm. “And when the time comes, we’ll handle it together. One step at a time. Just like we always do.”

His words were a balm to your frayed nerves, and you let out a shaky laugh. “I’m sorry for being so weird about it,” you said.

“Don’t apologize,” he said, his lips quirking up into a playful smirk. “But if you wanted to act weird to get me to pamper you, you didn’t have to try this hard. I’ll spoil you for free.”

You rolled your eyes, but before you could retort, he shifted, pulling you fully into his lap. His arms locked around your waist as he gazed up at you with that boyish grin that always made your heart stutter.

“Better now?” he asked, his hands slipping under the blanket to rest against your sides, his thumbs brushing softly over your skin.

“A little,” you admitted, your cheeks warming as his fingers inched higher.

“Only a little?” he teased, his voice dropping an octave as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your jaw, then another just below your ear. “Guess I’ll have to try harder.”

You laughed, swatting at him half-heartedly, but he only tightened his grip, burying his face in your neck. “You’re stuck with me for the next few years,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin. “So let me make the most of it, yeah?”

His words were light, but there was an undercurrent of sincerity in them that made your heart ache and swell at the same time. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his hair.

“Deal,” you whispered.

For the rest of the night, Jeno didn’t let you go, keeping you close with whispered reassurances and soft kisses. And for the first time in days, the knot in your chest began to loosen, replaced by the steady warmth of his presence.

You didn’t know what the future held, but for now, you had Jeno. And that was enough.

[P.S I'm taking requests if anyone has any.]

[jenosonlywife23]

A short drabble about a lovers quarrel with bf!Haechan,i dont really like it just thought i should write sth quick. ALSO THANKS FOR 100 FOLLOWERS TEEHEE!!!!

The sound of the door clicking shut is almost louder than the tension hanging in the air. Haechan stands a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest, his sharp eyes locked onto yours. The playful spark you adore is absent, replaced by something smoldering, intense.

"You’re seriously mad over that?" you ask, your voice tinged with disbelief.

He scoffs, running a hand through his hair. "Mad? No, I’m furious. Do you even know how it feels to stand there, watching you laugh at someone else’s jokes like I’m invisible?"

You blink, taken aback. "He’s just a friend, Haechan. You’re overreacting."

"Overreacting?" He steps closer, his voice dropping an octave. "You were touching his arm, smiling like he hung the moon. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were flirting."

Your cheeks flush with frustration. "Are you serious right now? Since when is being friendly a crime?"

He’s closer now, so close you can see the flicker of jealousy in his eyes. "It’s not a crime until you forget I’m the one you’re with," he says, his tone biting yet soft, as if he’s daring you to challenge him.

Your heart pounds, half from anger and half from the undeniable pull of his intensity. "Maybe if you weren’t so possessive, this wouldn’t even be a problem!"

Haechan narrows his eyes, the corners of his lips twitching into a smirk that sends a shiver down your spine. "Possessive, huh? And yet, you don’t seem to mind when it’s just the two of us."

The words hang in the air, heavy and loaded. Your breath hitches, your frustration morphing into something else entirely.

"I don’t need to explain myself," you say, though your voice falters slightly.

His smirk deepens. "You don’t, but you will." He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your wrist, pulling you gently but firmly closer. "You love pushing my buttons, don’t you?"

"And you love overreacting," you counter, your voice softer now.

He tilts his head, his lips inches from yours, his gaze unwavering. "Maybe. But only because you’re worth it."

Before you can respond, his lips crash onto yours, heated and desperate, as if the argument was just another way for him to remind you how much he wants you—all of you, and only you.

[jenosonlywife23]

Stage Heat

The stage lights burned overhead, casting an almost ethereal glow on Mark as he stood center stage, mic gripped tight in his hand. His sweat-dampened hair clung to his forehead, and the intensity in his eyes locked every gaze in the crowd.

He smirked—half confidence, half challenge—before launching into his verse, each word flowing like molten gold, smooth yet searing. His sharp movements matched the beat perfectly, his body language commanding attention, as if daring anyone to look away.

Somewhere in the middle of the performance, he glanced toward the wings, where you stood, your pulse racing. The intensity of his stare made you feel like you were the only person in the world. He winked, subtle but deliberate, and then turned back to the audience like nothing happened.

The room erupted into cheers, but you were stuck, the air knocked from your lungs. Mark was fire—untouchable, uncontrollable, and dangerously captivating.

And the worst part? He knew it.

As the song shifted into its bridge, Mark dropped to his knees, his voice rough and raw with emotion. His body moved with a reckless energy, every motion deliberate yet completely uninhibited, like he was pouring every ounce of himself into the performance. His veins popped along his arms as he gripped the mic tighter, and his gaze swept across the room like he was claiming it—every inch of space, every person in the crowd.

You could see the glisten of sweat trailing down his neck, the fabric of his shirt clinging to him, hinting at the toned frame beneath. His breathing was heavy, visible even from a distance, but he never faltered. If anything, the exhaustion only seemed to add a raw edge to his performance, making him seem even more untouchable.

When the song ended, Mark stood there for a moment, chest heaving, taking in the screams that filled the room. He pulled the mic away, brushing a hand through his damp hair, pushing it back in one fluid motion. The smirk was back—lazy but sharp, like he had the world exactly where he wanted it.

He glanced to the side again, catching your eye for just a heartbeat. It was brief, fleeting, but the way his lips twitched, almost imperceptibly, made your stomach flip. He turned and walked off stage like a king leaving his throne, the cheers of the crowd chasing after him.

In the quiet of the backstage corridor, he paused, just out of sight from everyone else. Without looking back, he called out, his voice low and teasing. “You’re staring pretty hard, you know.”

Your breath hitched. Caught red-handed. But as he finally turned to face you, his smirk softened into something almost boyish, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “What? Didn’t like the show?”

Mark wasn’t just hot—he was impossible. And he knew exactly how to leave you speechless every single time.

[jenosonlywife23]

Cake!!

Pairing; Jaehyun x reader

The night had been picture-perfect, or so you thought. You were humming softly to yourself, finishing up the cake you’d spent hours baking. It was meant to be a sweet surprise for Jaehyun—a rare moment to celebrate his hard work and your time together. Dressed in his oversized shirt and your panties, you felt a mix of comfort and excitement as you lit the candles to add a little glow to the room.

But then the door creaked open.

“Jaehyun, you’re—” The words froze in your throat as your eyes fell on him.

Bruised, bloodied, and unsteady, he stood in the doorway like a shadow of himself. His bottom lip was split, a purpling bruise marred his cheek, and his knuckles were raw. His shirt was rumpled, a faint smear of blood on the collar. Yet, even through the disarray, there was something in his eyes—a mixture of guilt and relief when they landed on you.

You rushed toward him, your bare feet skidding slightly on the floor. “What the hell happened to you?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” he muttered, trying to wave you off as he staggered inside.

“Nothing? Jaehyun, you look like you were attacked by wolves.” You grabbed his arm, your fingers brushing against a forming bruise. He hissed softly but let you guide him to the couch.

As you helped him sit down, his lips twitched into a faint smirk. “Not wolves. Loan sharks.”

“Loan sharks?” you echoed in disbelief, your voice rising. “What did you do?”

He groaned, leaning back against the couch. “It’s not a big deal. Just some business I needed to take care of.”

“Not a big deal? Jaehyun, you’re—ugh!” You stormed off to grab the first aid kit, your heart pounding. How could he brush this off so casually?

When you returned, he was staring intently at the table, his gaze fixed on the cake you’d prepared. A flicker of amusement danced in his eyes.

“You made that for me?” he asked, his voice rough but tinged with warmth.

“Yes, I made it for you,” you snapped, kneeling between his legs and opening the first aid kit. “But it’s not for you to eat until you stop looking like you’ve just stepped out of a fight club.”

He let out a low chuckle, but his laughter died as you began cleaning the cut on his cheek. His sharp intake of breath made you pause, your hand faltering.

“Hurts?” you asked softly, your tone losing its earlier edge.

“A little,” he admitted, his eyes meeting yours.

“Good. Maybe it’ll remind you not to do stupid things,” you muttered, leaning in to dab antiseptic onto his knuckles.

His eyes flickered downward, catching the way your shirt had shifted to reveal more of your thighs. He let out a low hum, his bruised lip quirking upward in a smirk. “You know, you’re making it really hard to sit still right now.”

“Jaehyun.” You gave him a sharp look, though the blush creeping up your neck betrayed you. “Focus.”

“I am focusing,” he murmured, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “But you’re wearing my shirt, and…” His voice dropped, husky and low, “not much else.”

You rolled your eyes, standing up to move. Before you could escape, Jaehyun’s hands gripped your waist, pulling you into his lap.

“Hey—”

“Stay,” he said simply, his voice soft but firm.

“Jaehyun, I can’t tend to your injuries like this.”

“You can, and you will,” he replied, his lips brushing against your temple. “Because I’m not letting you go.”

Your heart stuttered as you settled on his lap, your legs straddling him. The proximity made your breath hitch, especially when his hands slid down to rest on your bare thighs.

“Jaehyun,” you whispered, trying to keep your composure.

“Yes, nurse?” he teased, his grin widening despite the pain it probably caused him.

You huffed, leaning in closer to clean the cut on his lip. The faint smell of blood mixed with his cologne, a strangely intoxicating combination. His eyes never left yours, dark and heavy-lidded, his gaze flicking down briefly to your lips.

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, finally finishing and pressing a bandage to his cheek.

“And you’re perfect,” he shot back, his hands squeezing your thighs gently. “But seriously, can I have the cake now? It smells too good to ignore.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you said, climbing off his lap to grab the cake. As you set a slice in front of him, he pulled you back onto the couch, this time wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“You’re not leaving again,” he murmured against your ear. “Cake, you, and this couch. That’s all I need tonight.”

And just like that, the night stretched on, the cake slowly disappearing between teasing bites, stolen kisses, and Jaehyun’s firm grip that kept you exactly where he wanted you—right in his arms.

[jenosonlywife23]

Title; Almost Pairing; Situationship!Jeno x reader

You weren’t sure what Jeno expected when he texted you at 1:23 a.m. asking if you were awake. Maybe it was a late-night rant, or maybe it was just another blurry conversation where words didn’t matter, only the fact that you still answered did.

You opened the door, and there he was, hoodie pulled low over his head, but you knew it was him by the way he lingered in the doorway like he always did—like he wasn’t sure if he was welcome here or if he’d overstepped.

He hadn’t. Not yet, anyway.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he muttered, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. He kicked off his sneakers by muscle memory and stood there, staring at the floor, avoiding the questions in your eyes.

“Jeno…” Your voice cracked from disuse, and he looked up. The way his gaze softened and then flickered with something like regret made your chest ache. “Why are you really here?”

His silence was loud. You hated how well you could read it, how every unsaid word sat heavy between you. It had always been this way—him reaching out when the world felt too much, you pretending it was enough to just be there for him, no matter the cost.

He finally shrugged, the motion too casual for the tension in the air. “I don’t know. I just... wanted to see you.”

Your heart betrayed you, skipping like it always did when he said things like that. But it also hurt, because you both knew what he really meant: I needed someone, and you’re the only one who still answers my texts.

You wanted to ask why. Why he only came to you when it was convenient. Why you let him. Why neither of you ever talked about the nights you spent tangled in each other’s arms, the mornings you pretended hadn’t happened.

Instead, you just sighed and gestured toward the couch. “Stay as long as you need.”

He nodded, offering you a small, grateful smile that you hated for how much it made you forgive him.

And just like that, you were back to being almost. Almost enough. Almost something. Almost his.

And for now, that was all you could be.

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