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Fuck what your father says | Jeno

Jeno x Reader, high school au! Word count: 5751 (it seemed a lot smaller when i wrote it lol) Genre: fluff Author: maari Warnings: mentions of Jeno getting into a fight with bullies, overprotective parents, language just two or three words. Note: I needed an excuse to write based on the song what you father says by the vamps and there it is. Request: hiii, can i request a jeno fic where reader has overprotective parents and studies in an all girl school + a younger sister who also studies in the same school while jeno studies in the neighbouring all boy school? then like the plotline is upto you heheh thank you so much i really love your work!!

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534 notas - publicadas em 19 de maio de 2022

Next to you | Jeno

Jeno x Reader, best friends to lovers!au Word count:3976 Genre:fluff Warning:Jeno being jealous, dreamies teasing him a lot, mentions of jeno ripping his shirt in the dream show. Author:Maari Note:Ok so I got stuck with this one and I don’t know why but it’s way cliche than I expected lol based on the song next to you by jordin sparks. Request:I wanted to ask if you could do something that includes Jeno being jealous...I don't know something like jealous bestfriend Jeno being super jealous because a dream member (or nct in general) is being too touchy or too close to you...him being "possesive"... Idk other details I left to your fabulous imagination. ⪢ NCT Masterlist

Y/N tried to contain her huge smile as she talked to Mark and Renjun about how Jeno had practically demanded them to stay in the room they were going to use to rehearse to wait for her.

He and Jaemin had lost in rock, paper and scissors and would pay for the food, they had gone to the restaurant closest to the building to buy it before Y/N even arrived, they had run into each other on the way so she still hadn't seen the best friend.

The sweaty palms and heart beating faster along with the butterflies in her stomach were normal, or so she thought. It had been a long time since she'd seen him in person, Jeno's busy schedule and the fact that she worked 8 hours a day had left no small space for them to meet even on weekends.

They talked every day to try to make up for what they missed on each other’s day but video calls and messages weren't enough. She missed watching Jeno play games on his computer when she was off duty, or when he came to visit her at home and played with her dog.

It made sense for the body to react that way, didn't it?

Of course, every minute she didn't take her eyes off the door, hoping he'd walk through it soon and finally be able to hold her tight like he always did after a long day. It was Friday, all she needed was a bear hug from him.

She had liked to hear that Mark had noticed that Jeno was looking forward to seeing her too, since the guy hadn't stopped texting her since she got off work.

But she felt her heart beat faster as the door opened and more voices echoed through the room as the rest of the group returned. Chenle and Haechan talking louder than usual and poor Jisung covering his ears while Jaemin and Jeno brought the bags.

She smiled kindly at them and when her eyes hovered over Jeno, saw his eyes practically disappear as he smiled in the way that made him extremely cute and that she had missed so much, he opened his arms to hug her and when he was close, Jaemin ran ahead and took Jeno's place.

Y/N laughed at the sight of Jaemin running and the way Jeno glared at him, but Jaemin wasn't the least bit worried about that as he hugged her tight.

"We're doing it on purpose." Jaemin spoke quietly to her and soon after walked away, being replaced by Haechan.

"We love to piss him off." spoke in the same tone as Jaemin and she laughed.

“Then you don't know why you get beaten, right?” she replied and when Haechan walked away, he winked.

When she went to hug Chenle, she saw Jeno putting a hand on his waist with a pout and waited, tapping his foot on the floor as if he were a child, his patience seemed to run out when Jisung's turn came.

“Alright, that's enough!” He spoke after going to the two of them and pulling the younger one away from Y/N's embrace. "It's my turn."

"But I didn’t-"

“Go away!" Jeno pushed Jisung away with forced calm and the boy left, confused. "Hey."

"Hey." Y/N laughed, shaking her head as if she couldn't believe the scene she'd seen.

Jeno approached and hugged her tightly, she reciprocated and closed her eyes for a few seconds for the sensation to properly welcome her. "You should go easy on them."

“I missed you more than all of them put together.” he complained and she smiled widely.

It was mutual.

Now, hugging him and feeling his body heat up close, she realized how much missed him on her most tiring days. It was as if Jeno was her private battery, he carried all her energy even with a single hug, he dissipated any bad feelings.

They moved away but Jeno didn't separate his body from hers, he kept his arm around her shoulders making her hug him around the waist as they approached the boys.

"Okay, let's go over it two more times and then we eat." Mark spoke and the boys nodded.

They had been practicing since early but she knew how perfectionists they were, they wouldn't stop training until they were sure they had reached the level they expected, even if it lasted all night.

And Y/N would wait, she was more than happy to be there, spending time with them made her happy.

Y/N walked away, heading towards the couch and the guys started to take their positions.

"Let’s go." Haechan spoke excitedly and in one quick movement took off the shirt he was wearing, leaving his chest exposed.

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Jealous Hands | Mark

Mark x Reader Word count:1966 Genre: fluff, smut. Author: maari Warnings: Mark being jealous, mentions of fingering, Mark and reader doing things in front of someone (that’s the plot). Minors do not interact, please. This is a +18 story Note: OIIII I can't believe I actually dreamed about this what are you doing to me Mark. I tried to make it a little gentle because I'm testing the waters, that’s my first attempt at writing smut so please be nice to me. Summary: Mark can't control his hands when he's jealous.

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To the stars | Jeno

Captain!Jeno x Reader, university au!, fwb au!

Word count:7114 Genre: Smut, fluff Warning: Mentions of alchool, body shots, fingering, hair pulling and sex, language. Minors do not interact please, this is a +18 story!!! You have been warned and the media you consume is your responsibility. Author: Maari Note: You guys asked and I did it, a longer imagine. My first real smut I actually can’t believe i wrote this lol I can't control the anxiety of posting so sorry if there are any mistakes. Request: can i request for fratboy/popular jeno, and yn who know of eo cuz of mutual friends but nvr rly talked but then they fuck at a party after doing body shots or smt and then become fwb -- something like this related to like parties

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Dirty Love | Jeno

Captain Jeno x Reader, university!au Word count: 6106 Genre: smut, kinda crack, fluff if you squeeze it. Warning: Mentions of hickeys and explicit sex, oral sex (fem receiving) and fingering, reader likes spicy things and slept with Sungchan, second hand embarrassment. MINORS DON’T INTERACT this is a +18 story! Author: Maari Note: Inspired by the lyrics of dirty love by cher lloyd. I thought it would be a good idea to combine these two requests and I must say I don't know what is happening to me when I write smut lol Requests: Can i request for fuckboy jeno and fuckgirl yn who have nvr slept w eo and finally do + can i request for uni ice hockey captain jeno x reader fluff and maybe abit of smut

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babyflossy · 4 years ago

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long overdue | l.dh

pairing: haechan x reader

requested: yes! sorry this took so long :(

summary: when you move back home after a few years apart, haechan starts to see you in a different light, and eventually the tension between you overpowers your worries about ruining your friendship.

genre/warnings: bestfriend to lovers au, smut (dirty talk, slight overstim if you squint?), fluff

word count: 4k

since your first day of elementary school, donghyuck had been your best friend. on that very first day, he had shared his animal crackers with you on the playground bench when you'd dropped yours, and you'd been inseparable ever since. even when your parents moved you away for the majority of middle school, you talked over the phone, you'd even sent each other handwritten letters through the post until donghyuck got his first phone.

the summer before high school started, your parents decided it was best to move back, and suddenly things were different between you and donghyuck. for one, he'd adopted haechan as a nickname, which you couldn't deny suited him more than you'd ever admit, but those four years had seen a lot of changes in the both of you. changes you couldn't ignore.

that stupid smirk he was always wearing was one. the growth-spurt and the jawline and the attractive shape of his shoulders had just been the things you noticed first, let alone the flirty humour he was so comfortable with. nevertheless, the two of you fell back into your old best-friend ways since elementary school; ice cream on fridays, although now they were at two in the morning instead of the afternoon, burgers at the diner on wednesdays because wednesdays are the worst day of the week.

these thoughts cross your mind once again as the boy in question slides into the chair opposite you in the cafeteria, pushing a tray towards you. "they had fries," is the only thing he says to you before he turns to jaemin and starts talking quietly about how they're going to cheat on their chemistry test. you murmur a thank you, picking a few up and stuffing them into your mouth as you continue your conversation with mark, your replacement whilst you were gone, as hyuck had so elegantly put it.

"are you coming to lucas' party tonight?" he asks, stealing some of the fries in front of you before you can swat his hand away. opposite you, haechan has blocked jaemin's voice out of his head so he can hear your answer, hating the way his heart skips a beat in anticipation. these parties were nothing new, you went to almost every single one, but haechan never got used to the clothes you wore, so much more revealing than the ones you to school. it was undeniable in those moments the way his cheeks flushed at the sight of you.

when he had first noticed these thoughts about you, he had been terrified. you were his childhood friend, how could he think of you as anything more than that? surely it would break the two of you apart if he so much as mentioned it to you? over the years since you moved back, however, the two of you had fallen into a comfortable state of flirtatiousness. he would say something suggestive and you would simply laugh and retort with a quip equally as witty. it was second nature, now; the longing glances, the way your hands brushed together when you walked side by side, the way his heart fluttered whenever you stole his hoodies, but only the ones that still smelt of him. your voice brings him back to the present.

"as if i would miss a party," you laugh, and the sound seems brighter every time to haechan, "are you driving everyone?" when mark shakes his head you raise your eyebrows in question and he nods to jeno, the dedicated sober friend for this week. the one good thing about not having your driver's license is that you were never denoted to that role.

as the school day comes to a close you meet haechan outside the back entrance, ready to walk home. the proximity of your houses meant it was always convenient for you both to walk home together, and it made haechan feel better to see you get home safe, he would never tell you that, though. he stands to the side of the crowd streaming out the door and waves you over when he spots your head in the sea of pupils. you shoot him a sunny smile that has his heartbeat pumping in his eardrums.

"you ready, princess?" the familiar smirk is present and you roll your eyes at the nickname, not allowing him the satisfaction of knowing how much it affected you, "you going home after tonight?" he asks as you break out the school car park and onto the pavement, steps falling into rhythm.

"i'm not sure yet, i doubt i'll be able to sneak back in," you scrunch your nose in contemplation, weighing up your options, "i'll probably tell my parents i'm staying at yeri's or something."

you miss the frown that settles on his face, "and stay at lucas'? alone?" haechan tries not to show how much he doesn't like that idea. lucas was a good person, he knows, but he would worry about you no matter who's house you would stay at. it was just part of your relationship at this point.

"yeah?" you stare at him in confusion, oblivious to the way his eyes flicker away when you try to meet his gaze. "what, you want me to come and sleep with you?" as soon as the words left your mouth you realised the second meaning to them and tried to ignore how your face blazed. it was your turn to avoid his eyes as you tried to pretend you had meant that word choice.

"if that's what you want, babygirl," a wink punctuates his words and heat spreads through you. you roll your eyes at him again.

jeno had, as promised, come to collect you from your house, laughing as you ran through your garden to avoid being spotted by your parents. jeno's car is smaller than mark's, all the seats already taken, but before you can ask where you're supposed to sit he presses on the accelerator. hands come to brace you as you nearly fall and your placed onto someone's lap. you can tell it's haechan from the expensive cologne that overwhelms your senses, the warm hands on your waist maintaining their position even after jeno's driving at a normal speed again.

the drive to lucas' house is short but bumpy and you grasp the seat in front of you to stop the jostling. when the car speeds over a bump haechan's fingers dig into your sides, his forehead falling onto your shoulder. you try and turn around to face him but his hands dig in further, stopping you from moving anymore. just as you're about to ask him what's wrong you feel a hardness pressing against the inside of your thigh and your eyes widen.

the flirty jokes you always exchanged meant something, you knew, but the feeling of him underneath you makes you heat up. you're frozen for a moment before a wave of smugness washes through you. haechan was always the one to make you flustered, and to know you had the same effect on him was something you wouldn't forget.

when the car finally stops in front of lucas' house, the others pile out before you two and you face him, raising your eyebrows. you open your mouth to tease him but he beats you to it, "fuck off." is all he says before he stalks towards the front door. you have to jog to keep up with him.

"really? in the car?" haehan rolls his eyes but the blush on his cheeks and the darkness in his eyes is obvious.

"if you weren't wiggling your ass, this wouldn't have happened–"

"i was not wiggling my ass, it's not my fault you're just needy," he stops walking at your words and spins around to face you, eyes narrowed in a look you assume is supposed to be intimidating. it's kinda hot, though, you think.

"i am not needy!" the laugh you let out only seems to upset him further and he takes a step towards you, "i can show you what needy is–"

"are you guys coming or what?" jaemin shouts from the doorway and haechan’s eyes flicker away from you to glare at him. before you can get another word out he’s walking as fast as he can away from you, shoulders squared of defensively. you can hear the pounding music from the house and you decided to forget about his attitude for the night and have as much fun as you can.

five drinks in and haechan is the last thing on your mind. the harsh liquid had burned at first but as lucas offers you a sixth you don't feel it slip down your throat. he grins and you match it, head spinning and vision blurring, the bassline of the music pounding in your ears. lucas has always been a great host, and he laughs at the way stumble from the kitchen counter he sits on. litres upon litres of free alcohol fills the table in front of you and you reach for a colourful blue bottle that fizzes when you twist the top off. he passes you a red plastic cup and the drink spills over the sides as you try and pour it, lucas' laugh piercing through your head which starts throbbing with the beginnings of a headache.

as if he can sense the state you're in, jeno appears in your line of sight, head shaking disapprovingly. you put up a fight when he takes the cup out of your hand and tips it down the sink but give up quickly when jeno shoots you a stern stare. lucas has already slinked off back to his living room where the rest of the guests reside, hands waving at people as a pretty brunette pulls him to the corner of the room. "you're already drunk, y/n."

"no i'm not," you insist but you can hear the way they slur together. the sound of them is foreign to your ears and they make you giggle, the sixth shot you had taken moments before starting to take effect. when you try and walk towards the drink's table your knees buckle under you and jeno has to catch you to stop you falling to the floor.

"this is why i hate being the sober friend," he mumbles as he sets you down on the floor to prevent you from hurting yourself, pulling your hands away when they reach to pull on his hair, muttering about his hair colour.

"now that, i whole-heartedly agree with," the new voice belongs to johnny, who frowns in amusement at the position you're in, giggling hysterically at jeno's hair. "hyuck's in a similar shape, we just put him upstairs in the spare room."

"can you help me take her up? she can't walk properly." their conversation falls on deaf ears to you and you're staring at everything in the kitchen and yet nothing at all as they both take one of your arms, hoisting you into an upright position. standing up, you last all but five seconds on your own before you put all your weight into them and allow yourself to be carried up the stairs.

true to johnny's word, haechan is sat on the edge of the bed, head between his knees whilst jaehyun crouches to talk to him, rubbing his back with a sympathetic smile on his face.

you call out when you see him, "haechannie!" and his head shoots up at the sound of your voice, all the darkness of his eyes from earlier dissipated.

"y/n!" johnny and jeno place you carefully on the bed next to him and meet jaehyun by the door to watch you. haechan's arm is already around your shoulder, your head planted on his shoulder, unclear if you're passed out already or not.

"where are they staying?" jaehyun asks, eyes not leaving the pair in front of him, grimacing when you bump heads with each other.

"i think here?"

"you really wanna leave them alone like this?" johnny questions as he watches you press kisses to the side of haechan's neck, turning to face him.

jeno considers his options for a moment. leave the two of you alone drunk and clearly ready to omit any rational thoughts, or stay here and try to keep you off each other. or, he supposes, he could bribe someone else to do it for him. yes, that's what he'll do. he'll find jaemin.

once the others leave and you're left alone, hands are immediately on your waist, pulling you into a kiss. haechan rubs his thumbs into the exposed skin of your middle, pressing his lips to yours in such a desperate manner you can do nothing but sit and kiss back. the hands pull you onto his lap and you waste no time threading your fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss, subconsciously grinding your hips down onto him.

"i've wanted to do this for ages," he moans into your neck, fingers hastily skimming over your skin, trying to touch you everywhere at once.

"i told you you were needy," the reminder does nothing to halt his actions, accepting your words with nothing but a hum, hands now making their way up your shirt to the clasp of your bra.

just as he's battling with the article of clothing, the door shoots open again and you fall off his lap and onto the matress. jaemin walks in, snickering at nothing and plops himself in between you on the bed, head falling onto haechan's shoulder.

"hi guys!" the tone of his voice gives away just how much he's drunk already, and you eye haechan over jaemin's mop of blue hair, pouting in disappointment.

a pounding head greets you in the morning and even though you and haechan both remember what had happened the night before, neither of you can stop blushing for long enough to bring it up. so you don't, the fear of ruining your friendship too great a risk for you.

it's a hot summer day and you meet haechan and jeno along with jaemin and renjun at the ice cream shop near your house. it's a brightly decorated new place that offers a mammoth selection of different toppings, which is partly the reason you get bullied when you choose an ice lolly instead. in your defense, it was boiling outside and ice cream is dehydrating.

haechan is cursing every god he knows of as you sit opposite him in the booth, lips wrapped so prettily around your ice lolly. he blinks harshly when you lick the side to stop the juice dripping onto your hand, still talking to renjun. in front of him sits the tub of ice cream he previously been so excited to try and yet now he can't seem to eat it, thoughts elsewhere.

in his head, he curses himself for thinking like this, for thinking about how amazing your lips would feel wrapped around his–

"dude are you okay? you're staring at your ice cream like it holds the secrets to the universe." jeno's laugh cuts through his mind and his cheeks burn. he nods wordlessly, searching for something, anything, else to think of, instead of the blood rushing straight to his dick.

later that same day, when he's back in his bedroom alone, you're the only thought that crosses his mind. he thinks about that night at lucas' party, how you had both been so ready to forget anything holding you back, he thinks about the car ride there, how cocky you had been when he got hard from you sitting on his lap. it was clear you felt the same way, at least, he hoped you did.

in your own bedroom, you're having a similar crisis to your best friend. it hadn't been easy to ignore to way he was staring at you earlier, you had even exaggerated your eating just to tease him. you wondered if he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him. maybe you should ask. no, that was too risky. you needed something less obvious.

"you wanna come over to watch that new movie? i'm bored."

haehcan reads the words over and over again, trying to decipher any ulterior motives you might have, yet again that may just be him wishing for some. he takes a moment to reply, choosing his response carefully, even though he knew immediately he would be saying yes.

"sure, when?"

"tonight?"

once you had confirmed a meeting time, haechan had but two hours to compose himself. he didn't know what to expect, after all, you could have invited him over simply to watch the movie, however much he hoped that was only a cover. a cover for an empty apartment, and some suppressed desires.

when you open your front door, you're already worked up enough. it takes all the self restraint in you to not pounce on the boy in front of as soon as he steps into your hallway. he seems to be having a similar internal debate and you feel the air shift as he drops his bag next to your door, stepping towards you.

neither of you want to make the first move, the tension growing until you can’t stand in anymore, reaching towards him, knotting your fingers behind his neck and pulling him down to you. he closes the gap between you, lips smashing against yours in such desperation you would tease him if you didn’t feel the same way.

“where?” he mumbles against your lips, hands gripping up and down your sides.

“bedroom.” is all you reply before he wraps his arms around your waist, shuffling the both of you into your bedroom and shutting the door with his foot. he pushes you onto the bed and you let yourself fall, hair splaying out underneath you in a way he likes maybe too much.

his body follows yours and he slots between your legs perfectly, hands reclaiming their grip on your middle, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. wherever his fingers slide over, goosebumps rise in their wake, sending shivers through you at their coldness.

your lips return to his and you tilt his head up to deepen the kiss, only breaking away to press open-mouthed kisses to the space under his ear, relishing in the way his breathing hitches in his throat. the kisses trail down his neck to his collarbone, biting down before sucking the area into your mouth. haechan lets out a sinful moan that goes straight to your core.

as soon as you pull you lips away from his body he pulls your shirt over your head, cursing at the lack of underwear, gaze locking in on the swell of your breasts, nipples hard in the cold air. “you had such a hard time taking it off last time,” you reason into his ear, pulling the lobe into your mouth and pulling before continuing, “i thought i would save you the trouble.”

“fuck, baby, you’re so hot,” his words are silenced by the moan you let out when his fingers come to toy with your nipples, rolling one between his digits. you can’t help but arch into him, legs closing around the thigh spreading them apart. it’s clear you’re already so turned on that haechan almost pities you as you grind against his thigh. “so hot, and needy it seems.”

“haechan,” you moan, hands coming to tug on his own shirt, pulling the material over his head and throwing it somewhere else in the room. “i need you so bad.”

“i know, baby,” he cooes, dropping his mouth to envelope your nipple in between his lips, “i’ll take care of you, don’t worry, princess.” the filthful nature of his words make your body heat up, the coldness of fingers now toying with the waistline of your shorts so much more noticeable.

the shorts are removed quickly, your panties following quickly. before you can process what he’s doing, his fingers are spreading your lips apart, lips blowing on your clit to watch the way you clench around nothing. you shiver, hands moving to grip his hair.

after admiring your pussy for a moment, he licks a thick stripe from your hole to your clit, stopping to suck the bud into his mouth, hands coming to press you into the matress when you buck up into him. his tongue laps over your most sensitive spot and he rubs your wetness over his fingers before pushing one into you, moaning at the tightness of your walls. the vibrations of his moan travel straight through your clit and you let out a shameful whine.

after working his finger in you for a few moments, he adds a second, closely followed by a third as he continues his assault on your clit. your moans are loud and non-stop, only stopping to warn him how close you are.

“cum on my tongue, babygirl,” the dirty words dripping from his tongue push you over the edge and you let go with a cry, tugging on the strands of haechan’s hair so hard it nearly hurts him.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” is all you can say as haechan makes his way back up your body, pressing his lips back to yours. on his tongue, you can taste the sweetness of your own cum and you move away from him only to tug his bottom lip in between your teeth, pulling then sucking on it to numb the pain.

you make quick work of his jeans, helping him out of them and chucking them to the floor, shortly followed by his own underwear. from his view, you look stunning, eyes hooded and blown out with lust, lips red and wet from kissing, bruised almost.

he doesn’t say anything as he lines himself up with your enterance, rocking his hips forwards and filling you completely. the pleasure is almost too much for you, still sensitive from your orgasm only minutes prior, eyes rolling back at the way he fills you so well. haechan’s head falls to your shoulder as he gives himself a moment to calm down, biting into your shoulder when he pulls out to the tip.

“you take me so well, baby,” the words are hot in your ear, his breath fanning down your neck, “look at you, all spread out for me.”

you wrap your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself as he pushed back in, moaning into your shoulder at the feeling of you around him, tight, wet, hot. he can sense he won’t last long as he sets a fast pace, chasing his own high.

to make up for his fast-approaching orgasm, he takes your ankle into his hand, pulling your leg up to rest over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to hit every sweet spot possible. the feeling leaves you paralyzed in pleasure, unable to do anything but chant his name.

“i’m gonna cum,” you mumble against him, whining out when his thumb comes down to rub fast circles on your clit.

“fuck,” haechan’s eyes are screwed shut and the sight is so other-wordly beautiful it almost makes you tear up. “i’m cumming.”

his hips stutter and the feeling of his cum filling you, some leaking onto the tops of your thigs, pushes you over the edge. your back arches as you cum over his cock, his hips still easing the both of you through your highs.

when you’ve calmed down, chest heaving as the aftershocks of your second orgasm ripple through you, he pulls out, wincing at the first flicker of overstimulation. he turns and presses a gentle kiss to your ankle, rubbing the fingers of his other hand over your cheekbone, relishing the fucked out expression on your face. he thinks this is the most beautiful you’ve ever looked, so exhuasted underneath him, sweat glistening over your skin.

“that was–”

“long overdue.”

he laughs an agreement out, falling next to you on the bed and lacing your fingers together. “we should watch movies together more often.”

a/n: the only thing i have to say is yikes at this point.

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jiamour · 3 years ago

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bestfriend!jisung x reader

here’s whatever this is with bestfriend!jisung because i wanted to write something but didn’t want to write any of my wips

please indulge in getting rejected by jisung multiple times🙏 goodnight🙏

(this was fun i’m going to write one for jeno + this kinda makes me want to take requests and just write quick things for fun but i dunno)

jeno or haechan or renjun version

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your-world-with-nct · 3 years ago

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— literally wrote this on a whim in like an hour and it turned out way longer than i expected can you tell i’m whipped for park jisung i hope you enjoy <3

💌 • 5:02pm

squinting your eye through the viewfinder, you clicked the shutter of your polaroid camera, wanting to capture the unfathomable beauty of the sunset in something other than your mind. you lowered your camera, letting out a satisfied sigh as you admired the beautiful blues, oranges, and pinks that dusted the sky and coloured it like a canvas.

as you watched the small photo print out, you looked over at bestfriend!jisung, who was currently frantically fanning the polaroids you two had just taken, his impatience getting the best of him.

“i swear, if you keep going at that rate, they’ll turn into wings and you’ll start flying up into the sky,” you couldn’t help but laugh at your own joke, throwing your head back once you saw jisung’s disgusted reaction, “oh, come on! it wasn’t even that bad!”

“it was. it really, really was,” he turned to you and shook his head, “but, i won’t bash you for your bad humour, since your great photography skills make up for it.”

jisung held up the two selfies you’d taken that had finally developed; you couldn’t tell if you were both squinting because of the blinding sunlight or because your smiles were so wide, but nonetheless, you absolutely adored how you happy you two looked in them.

“oh these are so cute! do you wanna put them in our phone cases? which one do you want? i don’t mind which one you take, they’re both turned out so good! and look how pretty the sky looks in the back!” your eagerness had jisung replicating the massive grin he had on in the polaroids, as you looked up at him with wide eyes, gesturing for him to take his pick.

“it’s okay, you can choose. you’re right, they’re both cute, so i don’t mind either.”

“noooo, you know i can never decide. plus you’re the birthday boy, well, belated birthday boy, doesn’t matter, it means you get to choose!”

“okay, okay,” jisung dramatically shuffled the two polaroids as if he was shuffling a deck of cards, earning a giggle from you, before eventually making his choice, “you can have this one, i look better in that one so you should really appreciate getting to have such a handsome man in the back of your phone.”

you rolled your eyes, snatching the remaining polaroid from his hand and gently slipping it into your case. you both simultaneously turned your phones around to show one another how the pictures looked, laughing at how synchronised the two of you were.

after admiring the almost-matching polaroids in your phone cases, and joking about who looked better in each photo, you slipped into a comfortable silence, leaning your head on jisung’s shoulder and staring out into the horizon together, basking in the warmth of the sun and of one another.

a few moments of this serenity passed, the two of you pressed up against each other, exchanging wordless glances that you two and only you two would ever understand, before you spoke up, “hey, ji, i’m sorry i couldn’t spend your special day with you yesterday, but i hope this can make up for it, even if it’s not your birthday anymore.”

not wanting to ruin the mood, jisung kept his voice hushed, speaking in a soothing, low tone, “oh, y/n, you don’t need to apologise, it’s not your fault, we’re both adults and we’re both busy. i don’t care whether it’s the next day or even the next month, as long as i’m with you, my day will be special. of course i’m grateful that you drove us down here today and that you bought me all that stuff, but, to be honest, none of that tops spending time with you.”

he leaned closer to you at his last words, shielding you from the glare of the amber sun, the corners of his lips turning upward when he met eyes with you.

there it was again. that stupid da-dum da-dum da-dum of your heart, thrumming so hard you felt like it was going to jump out of your chest. you thought you had it under control, but as soon as you looked in the galaxy of jisung’s eyes, you were lost in his beauty and your mind was consumed with nothing but him.

the boy’s face grew redder the longer you went without replying to him, and when you realised you’d been silently gaping at your best friend, you cleared your throat, shifting your gaze to avoid those glimmering eyes of his.

“really? i- um, thanks, i-i’m glad i could make this day a memorable one for you, ji.” looking back up to meet his eyes again, you felt a spark of courage blaze in your heart, “but, actually, there’s just one more part of the y/n birthday gift package left that i haven’t given you yet. i can give it to you now though.”

jisung cocked an eyebrow, confused yet intrigued by your words, “oh, really? go ahead then, what is it?”

you bit your lip, internally debating whether or not this was an amazing idea or the biggest mistake you’d ever make. however, with one look at jisung’s curious, enchanting eyes and the subtle smile he gave you as a sign of encouragement, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his soft, pillowy ones.

your best friend’s initial reaction was that of shock, but once his mind registered what was going on, his eyes fluttered shut as his hand came up to caress your cheek. you felt yourself subconsciously smile into the kiss, and when you finally pulled away, the two of you stayed in the close proximity you were in, your foreheads touching and your lips practically ghosting over one another.

“so, was that the gift?”

“yeah, did you like it?”

instead of responding, jisung lightly pecked your lips, letting out a light chuckle at how flustered you were, “does that answer your question?”

you blinked slowly, jaw hanging open as you nodded, still speechless from, one, the fact that jisung even kissed you back, and two, the fact that he liked it so much he did it again.

he couldn’t help but laugh at your bewildered expression, throwing his arms around you in a tight embrace, “thank you, y/n, i loved spending time with you today, i loved your whole gift package, and, most of all, i love you.”

jisung’s voice dwindled down into a whisper as he spoke, as he didn’t want anyone else but you to hear those special words. snaking your arms around his waist, you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, pressing a kiss to his collarbone, “i love you too, sung.”

just as the colours of the sky melded into one another to create a magnificent masterpiece that day, so too did yours and jisung’s hearts collide to create a beautiful love story.

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mokitariau · 3 years ago

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an update on what's coming (1)

hey pals!

i'm sorry i haven't been active these last months, i had a lot to go through, from work to university applications.. but i'm back!

i will be update one last summer very soon, so you can enjoy the fanfic before summer actually starts!

on another note, i'm working on a mark lee childhood bestfriends to lovers!au that will be released very soon. if you happen to want to be in the taglists, just dm me and i'll make sure to put you in it!

anyways, i hope everyone is doing great and i hope you enjoy my future posts :)

#annoucement #update #mark lee #mark childhood au #nct #nct texts #nct social media au #social media au #mark lee social media au #yuta social media au #johnny social media au #johnny suh #yuta #yuta nakamoto #johnny seo #mark lee childhood bestfriends au #childhood bestfriends #childhood best friends to lovers

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yukxheis · 5 years ago

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〔 ᒪET ᗰE ᗷE TᕼE OᑎE 〕

au where childhood best friends, yukhei and y/n, fall in love to have only fall apart in the end.

one ⇥ two

#yukhei #nct lucas #wong yukhei #yukhei x reader #huang xuxi #nct #wayv #lucas imagines #lucas x reader #wayv lucas #wayv au #bestfriend!lucas #friends to lovers #lovers to strangers #LMBTO 1

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softsichenghours · 6 years ago

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{11:26 pm} you tuck drunk!mark into your bed, sighing at the mess he is. you carefully take off his round glasses and brush his soft hair out of his face. one of your mutual friends had called you to take your bestfriend home, saying he only wanted you. his eyes closed soon after, so you decide to leave him to sleep.

“y/n. come back.” he whines before you can close the door. you take a step back into the room.

“what is it?”

“can’t you stay here with me?” he pouts. you sigh and walk to the other side of your bed.

“why?”

“because i really like you.” he smiles. you roll your eyes, knowing he’s joking.

“go to sleep, mark.” you whisper, turning off the lamp.

“seriously!” he reaches over and turns on the lamp again. “i like you and that’s why i only wanted you to pick me up. you’re so pretty and sweet and it’s impossible not to fall in love with you! stay here, please.”

you’re surprised at his drunk confession. you have always liked mark, ever since you were in middle school. you give in, sliding in next to him.

“thank god. i’ve been trying to tell you that forever but i don’t have the balls to do it when i’m sober.” he chuckles, grabbing your hands and bringing you closer.

“me too.” you confess, a smile on your face.

“really?” he acts over surprised. “let’s talk more in the morning.” he smiles, his eyes closing. soon, he’s fast asleep with his head on your shoulder. thank god for drunk!mark.

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yutarot · 2 months ago

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NCT DREAM MASTERLIST

RIDE OR DIE [SMAU] — ongoing

f1driver!jeno, college au, fake dating, enemies to lovers

SHES THE MAN [SMAU] — complete!

gamer!haechan, college au, friends to lovers

DEAL OR NO DEAL [SMAU] — complete!

basketballer!mark, band au, bestfriends to lovers

PARADISE FOUND [ONE SHOT] — complete!

surfer!jaemin, beach au, enemies to ??

#nct #☆

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neobaobei · 3 years ago

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The Christmas Gift

Pairing: Jeno Lee x Female Reader.

Genre: Fluff, Mild angst, Bestfriends-to-Lovers AU, Christmas AU.

Word Count: 5k+

Warnings: Profanities, making out that is a bit suggestive (like vv tiny)

Summary: All you wished for Christmas is a boyfriend and unfortunately fortunately your best friend overhears it. And it's always BFF's for rescue, right?

Song rec: NCT U - Sweet dreams.

Author's Note: I know it's been ages since Christmas has passed, but this is a fictional work. So we are going to pretend that it is Christmas. Also, this is my first work and I really hope you guys like it. Feed backs are appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters nor the pictures but only the plot. This is a piece of fictional work, so this doesn't describe the idols real character.

Christmas gifts, interesting? Well, it's absolutely not! It might be if you have your own significant others, but guess who doesn't.

It's you, fucker.

All you could ever do is dream about getting a gift from you significant other any time soon.

You deeply sighed in anguish as you saw Mark gifting a box full of Polaroids of them being together that year to Donghyuck, who didn't waste a single moment before pulling him into a kiss. How romantic.

And no, you're not jealous of them. But pure longing for a partner like Mark.

Another sigh releases out of your mouth as you chug down another sip of water.

Guess I'm a single bell single bell single all the way.

❝Why is my bitch sooo sad today, hm?❞ Yuta, someone who you could call as 'bestie', sat near you.

❝Nothing much... just fed up being a single..❞ nth sigh of the day comes out. A comfort hand placed on your shoulder as Yuta held you.

❝Sweetie, Don't worry. God is making you wait because your prince charming is on his way...but if you don't wanna wait, I'm always here.❞ Yuta finishes with a wink. That poor flirting does no change to your friendship.

Yuta knows if anything like that, Sicheng would bury him alive.

❝Uh-oh if my prince is coming for me, then he must be riding a tortoise.❞ You scoffed.

Yuta just laughed, before cuddling closer to you. Damn is he trying to make Sicheng jealous or what?

Okay, that was confirmed the moment you saw Sicheng looked like he was about to kill Yuta. He knows you, he also knows that it's always Yuta who wants to see him jealous, for whatever reason saying he looks hot when he is jealous.

All you did was raise your hands up in surrender, breaking a smile from Sicheng.

Yuta whined when you put him on the ground, letting Sicheng for rescue.

Then, the infamous JaeYong couple came to the centre and gave each other gifts. You almost teared up when Taeyong read a letter for Jaehyun.

Suddenly you found someone near you.

Jeno Lee.

Your best friend, on whom you had a very teeny tiny weeny winy crush on. You have been friends with each other for more than ten years.

❝What's up, Y/N?❞ Jeno said, before giving you a warning smile not to say sky, receiving a teasing smile back.

❝Nothing much, Jen..❞ you replied.

❝Anyways, shall I give you my gift, then?❞ oh, the gift. Your cheeks flushed red the moment you heard it.

You remember arguing in your dreams on saying how you need a boyfriend as your Christmas gift to 'god', which was unfortunately heard by him.

And from that very moment, he's been telling you that he will give you a boyfriend as a Christmas gift.

❝Shut up!❞ you whined.

Suddenly, he took a big box and gave you. Did he pack you a boyfriend? But is that even possible?

Sike.

❝Come on. Open it.❞ and you did.

You opened the box, only to find so many pieces of papers.

❝The fuck is this?❞ you deadpanned, receiving a smack from him.

❝Idiot! Look well inside the box.❞ and you did see again only to find a cute miniature figure.

But you looked clearly, squinting your eyes only to find resemblances of Jeno in it.

❝What is this?❞

❝A boyfriend for you.❞ Jeno smiled, eyes almost disappearing.

That was enough to set a whole zoo in your stomach. Heat slowly rose to your cheeks, releasing Jeno was almost referring to himself as your boyfriend.

❝W-What...❞ you stuttered with a blushing cheeks.

❝I didn't have time to make a Renjun figure, so I gave you mine which I had since ever.❞ Jeno pouted.

Oh, not that 'crush' on Renjun.

Jeno had misunderstood that you have a crush on Renjun because he caught you sneaking a box of chocolates inside his locker, which you did. Did for Jaemin who didn't have the balls to do it.

You mentally shaked your head in disappointment. How much you wanted to say that you liked him, not Renjun.

He then showed you a apologetic smile and said: ❝You wanted a boyfriend, I'll give you one.❞

The male knew he fucked up. What was he even thinking? He could have simply given you a teddy bear and call it a day. But he had to do this.

❝Hey, you can imagine it as Renju--❞ Jeno was cut off when you hugged him. Now he felt even more bad for giving the most simplest gift ever.

❝I'm sor-❞

❝No, I love it so much, Jeno. You have no idea..❞

A smile made its way to Jeno's lips when he heard it. Only if he was your real boyfriend…

Jeno passed many couples making out in the process of searching you. The moment he stepped into the balcony of Chenle's richass guest house with two red cups, he found you and came closer. He looked at you, who was looking at the trees and feeling the breeze.

He admired your side view. You were his best friend for years, who called your maths teacher a 'squeaky grocery cart' because he was constantly making you solve other's (read: math) problems. You were the first girl he ever befriended. The first girl he fell in love with.

❝You okay?❞ the boy coughed awkwardly, before turning away with red cheeks. ❝Here❞ He said, handing the cup to you.

You thanked him, before taking a sip from it.

❝Anyways.. I know you weren't really happy with my gift.❞

Who wouldn't be happy with a miniature figure of your crush? You are 100% happy with it. You wouldn't even mind carrying it all day or cuddling with it (though it's too small for that).

❝Since this isn't enough, I'll give you another gift.❞ The alcohol in your system making it all hot for you. ❝Still a boyfriend.❞

With confusion written on your face and the alcohol heavy enough to make a mess inside your head, you asked: ❝What?❞

❝Boom! Surprise!❞ Jeno shouted with a victorious smile.

There it was again, a fluttering feeling in your stomach. Oh, Hello Butterflies.

❝I'll be your boyfriend!❞ Jeno said with a wide smile.

That was the last thing you remember before passing out.

Pain. Pain. Pain.

That was the only thing you could feel right now. Your head hurt like a bitch and your whole body felt like it was thrown on a field of thorns.

❝Ugh!❞ with a groan you sat up on the bed after hearing loud screech from dolphin named as Chenle.

At the same moment, you felt another body pulling you closer causing you to yelp. But that felt awfully warm and cozy.

Wait, what? You just realised what was happening the moment you opened your eyes only to see a familiar man cuddling you.

Jeno Lee.

But who are we kidding? We all know that Jeno is a loud sleeper whose snores are too loud for your liking.

So since when did he slept so quiet? He sure is acting up.

❝Lee Jeno.❞ you called out in threatening tone, knowing that he wouldn't want to get on your bad side early in the morning.

❝Mm.. Sorry.. I did try to be quite as possible as I could..❞ the boy slurred sleepily.

❝And why is that?❞ you asked suspiciously.

❝because you don't like noise..❞ oh.

The moment was cut off when a human dolphin Zhong Chenle barged inside the room, ❝Bitches, itz breakie time. Whoohoo!❞

Damn, how did he even manage to have THIS energy early in the morning, when you're practically suffering because of a hangover.

Both shake your head at his energy and giggled when you heard kun saying him to shut up.

❝Let's dig in!❞ The oldest, Taeil said, making every single soul happy in that room, as all of you eat the delicacies.

While all of you were sitting in the dining room of the rich ass house Chenle owned, everyone were in their own little world talking and teasing each other.

Jeno, who happened to sit beside you, was determined to annoy you. He leaned closer to your ear and blew a mouthful of air.

❝What the fuck!❞ you whisper-shouted to him, for which you only received a laugh as reply and he stuck his tongue out.

It was your time of revenge. You smirked as you took a glass of water and when he looked away to talk with jisung, you poured a very little amount of water on his head.

He turned angrily as he thought of your weakness. Sensitivity. He placed his spoon down and attacked you with tickles.

❝J-Jen, Je-no stop! s-stop!❞ you were out of air and Jeno finally decided to stop when Taeyong's voice spoke.

❝Now let's talk about you two. We saw you talking about something yesterday.. so what is it, huh?❞ taeyong asked with a teasing smile. Like this what you practically call it as 'when a boy likes you, everyone knows it except you' moment.

Every single person in that room knew about Jeno's crush on you except your own self. Oblivious, smh.

❝Y/N, I think it’s the time to reveal..❞ Jeno said with a smile, almost sounding like suspense.

❝What? Is she pregnant and you're the daddy?❞ Johnny asked playfully, wiggling his eyebrows, receiving a hard smack from Ten. ❝Oww! Why would you hit me?❞ The tall Chicago guy whined, too big to be cute.

❝Noo! That’s not it! Or maybe at least not yet..❞ You knew it was a joke, but that didn't stop you from getting flustered. ❝S-Shut up, Jeno!!❞

❝Okay, enough! Enough. Now, Jeno continue.❞ It’s always Taeyong for rescue.

❝O-Okay… I…❞ Jeno said before standing and raising his right hand, before announcing ❝Y/N and me are getting married!❞

❝Ouch. Ouch, Carefull, girlfriend.❞ Jeno whined when he felt a sting of the antiseptic liquid on his forehead.

Now, you might ask what happened to this boy. Well, he is currently drinking his own medicine. He messed up with you by spouting nonsense which, led to him getting a good hit with a fork on his head. Though you unintentionally only hit him, the guilt was this close to make you cry.

Ignoring the stupid butterflies, you ask the question for which you have been wanting answer since the very moment Jeno got hit. ❝Now tell me, Jen. Why did you say something like that?❞

❝Like what?❞ He asks pretending to be innocent. But you're his friend.

❝Jeno Lee.❞ Nothing, just a threatening call of his full name from you, made him pout.

❝Y/N-ie, if I am your boyfriend, then I'll marry you right?❞ You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. At this point, you can't even tell whether this is a joke or not.

❝Jeno, stop this act. You don't have to do it.❞ You said softly.

❝Please, Y/N-ie. I wanna do it.. Or at least till you confess to Renjun.❞ Yeah, he is just doing this for you. Not because he has any 'feelings' for you.

At least this way, I can feel how it is to have you as my girlfriend. Jeno thought.

If someone needs to see how a son behaves when his mom nags at him, they could simply come to the swimming pool of Chenle's house, where you and Jeno are currently standing.

❝Help me, you little bitch!❞ a scream comes again.

❝Jeno, please. Renjun needs help right now.❞ You practically beg, standing near the pool.

❝Bu-But I'm your boyfriend!❞ Jeno stomps his foot acting like a five-year-old. Oh dear, how good it would be if it is true.

❝Jeno, stop! He's literally drowning.❞ You say releasing his hand which was holding back yours, before jumping into the pool to save the drowning boy.

Jeno stood there, absolutely heartbroken. This is a small thing but it did make him realise the fact that no matter how hard he tries, you will always choose Renjun. A sad smile formed on his face.

❝Jeno, Come here, dude!❞ Jeno's friend, Mark called him.

With a heavy heart, he walks to his friend. The sight of you dragging a shirtless Renjun, only with a two piece. From far, it seemed like a girlfriend hugging her boyfriend.

❝Aww, man! Are you still in Y/N feels?❞ Mark asks when he sees the smiling angel's eyes on you. ❝I mean, I get it, that you love her so much. But what is the point of wasting time here, hmm? How about you man up and confess to her?❞

❝You speak as if I'm not willing to confess to her! I-I just… don't wanna ruin our friendship…❞ Ruining his friendship with you for his love? Hell no! He would rather watch you being with your crush rather than not being friends with you.

The only circumstance he would do that is when he is 100% sure that you like him back.

❝Jeno, you'll never know unless you confess yourself.❞ How much Jeno wants to sass back saying that just because he is in a relationship now, he can't go and advice people.

Afterall, Mark beginned as a pussy too.

❝Renjun, you okay?❞ You asked the most obvious question. Of course, he was not okay!

❝Einstein, do I look okay?!❞ Even in the panting, this guy managed to sass back at you. The Chinese coughed a few more times before coming back to his senses.

❝For someone who doesn't know how to swim, why would you even jump into the pool?❞ You ask him, in a mom like voice.

❝Exactly! Why would I jump?! That mouse of a boy Jisung pushed me!❞ He whined at you, eyes speedily searching for the youngest.

❝There's that little shit! Park Jisung! Stop!❞ Renjun yelled, before running behind Jisung.

All you could do was chuckle at their childish antics. You stood up to see Jeno standing there.

❝Oh hey there-❞ You started only to get cut off by Jeno.

❝We need to talk, come to my room.❞ For Jeno, it's now or never.

You opened the door, only to find the muscular back of a man. That man is your man, Jeno.

❝Jeno?❞ You called out hoping for an answer, moving close to him, who was standing near the window.

But you were left surprised when you saw that tears were almost threatening to fall out of his eyes.

❝Jeno? What's wron-❞ Before you could finish, the boy hugged you tight. His warm breath hitting your neck.

❝Why are you crying, hm?❞ You asked in a soft voice you could muster up.

❝I'm no-❞ His voice betrayed him, breaking softly as his tears were now freely falling.

❝Don't cry, Jen.❞ You brought your hands to his head, slowly patting it.

❝Don't make me jealous, again! Ever, bambi!❞ The always smiling angel was now crying in your arms.

Bambi?

❝Bambi?❞ you ask raising your eyebrows.

❝Yup! You are my bambi. That's my nickname for you!❞ he says with a smile.

❝A'ight Boyfriend!❞ you teased him, to ease the atmosphere. The Christmas gift long forgotten.

❝I'm your boyfriend, right? Shall I do what a boyfriend does?❞ Jeno whispered, raising his head from your shoulder.

Too immersed in the moment, you saw his eyes moving to your lips. You might be oblivious about his feelings but you weren't that dumb not to know what he was trying to do.

Sure, you had thought about kissing Jeno. Daydreaming about how those pink plump lips would feel over yours. You have imagined kissing under the rain or somewhere more romantic, not in Chenle's guest house and a bikini.

But with Jeno anything is ok.

After what felt like an eternity of staring at each other, Jeno leaned in, painfully slow.

He leaned so close to you, so close you almost can't feel your legs. That one stupid organ beating too hard against your ribs, making you doubt whether is it even healthy. All those different species of butterflies finding a residence in your stomach, yet again.

❝Please, don't kill me.❞ he whispered. In fact this guy is going to be the death of you.

And finally he kissed you.

His lips so soft on yours, almost perfectly moulding with you. Both the lips danced with each other in a perfect rhythm. A soft tickle of his breath over your lips. Jeno's lips were sweet, effortlessly so sweet like honey.

Your heart was not calming even when he broke the kiss off, panting.

You looked up at him, seeing him touch his lips with a very small smile. Realising you have been looking at him, Jeno looks at you.

No, this isn't it!

Before you could even say anything, Jeno turned and ran out of the room, while you stand there shook and heartbroken.

He just kissed me for fun, not because he had feelings for me.

You can't even understand why Jeno would leave you half naked, after kissing like his life depended. Weren't you a good kisser? Aren't you sexy enough?

You fell on your knees, letting the tears fall.

❝Mark! Help me!❞ Jeno cut off mark who was busy making out with his boyfriend, barging inside the room like he owned it.

❝What the fu- Wait, Are you crying?❞ Mark realised that the strong boy, Jeno was crying.

Not letting the older talk anymore, Jeno hugged mark tightly, not finding the jealous stare from Donghyuck.

❝I-I fucked up…❞

❝Oh… Oh! You did fuck up pretty bad!❞ Mark said, after hearing the flashback Jeno said.

Who would even leave your crush after you kiss them?! Well, Jeno would.

❝You know, that doesn't make me feel any better…❞ Jeno whined. He came here to get any advice from this 'wise man', but all he ever heard all the while was him interrupting every time he described the moment.

❝But Jeno why would you do that? Don't you like her?❞ Donghyuck asked carefully, not to make the situation even worse.

❝I don't know. I don't even know what came over me hyuck!❞ Jeno let out, frustratedly. He is in a utter state of depression.

❝I was scared! I was scared that she would push me or ignore me, that's why I myself came before she could do anything like that.❞ A frustrated sigh let his mouth as he gripped his hair hard before burying his head in his palm.

Donghyuck saw it. He couldn't bear seeing his friend suffering from a heartbreak that probably never existed. He is fed up seeing both of them being so oblivious about each other's feelings.

❝Okay,Jeno. Listen. Tomorrow is the last day we're going to be here and you confess to her. As far as I know, she doesn't has any crush on Renjun..❞ Donghyuck says, ❝In a relationship, you should be open to each other. Though your not in one yet, why don't you talk to her rather making up things? What if she likes you back? Wouldn't that be awesome? You'll only know it when you talk to her... Just do it, Jeno.❞ Donghyuck finished, getting a wide eye from him boyfriend.

❝Who… who are you? And where is my sunflower?❞ Mark asks dramatically, receiving a eye roll from his boyfriend.

❝Really? But she has a crush on-❞ Jeno started, only to be cut off soon by Mark.

❝Did she tell you?❞ Mark asked the question that made Jeno freeze.

❝But- But she gave him chocol-❞

❝Can't friends give chocolates to each other, Jeno? Think about it… She doesn't have a crush on him.❞ Donghyuck tried make his friend understand what the real deal is.

❝Yeah… you're right… She never told me…❞ Jeno told as if he had discovered something.

❝Yes! She doesn't like him!❞ Jeno screamed in happiness, immediately going in a hug with both of them. Hugging the both of them tight enough to make them go out air.

❝I-I don't know, Jaem…❞ You body tightened the hug as you continue soaking his shirt. That poor boy just wanted to call you for eating, but his heart broke when he saw you on the floor, sobbing.

Tightening the bed sheet that Jaemin gave you to cover your body, tears poured out freely.

❝Y/N-ie, you will never know what he feels like, unless you talk to him…❞ Jaemin is tired, like everyone else in that house. The only person who doesn't know Jeno doesn't like you is you.

❝Jeno.. Jeno thinks that I like Renjun and... I don't even know Jaemin...❞ You share your sorrow with that bunny boy.

❝Oh god.. Why don't you people sort out these misunderstanding rather than living with it.❞ Jaemin sounds depressed.

❝How Jaem? I don't know if he even like me or not... What if he doesn't like me? I can't afford to loose him..❞ You worry for something you've never tried.

❝Sweetie, you'll never know if you don't try... You know we are leaving tomorrow, right? Don't waste this chance, okay?❞ Jaemin says softly.

That boy has a point. Maybe you shouldn't waste this chance…

❝Okay, Jaem… but why haven't confessed yet to Renjun..?❞ That made him blush.

He literally gave you a whole lecture on how to man up and confess, but here he is, being a loser.

❝T-That… That I-I… I have to… Yeah…❞ The boy stutters. If it weren't the fact that you are in pain, you would've definitely teased the hell out of him.

Not having energy to do so, you just yawned letting the boy put the shirt through your head.

❝Sleep tight. My mom says that a nap after a cry is so heavenly.❞ That boy giggles and you just mustered up a smile.

After this nap, I'm going to definitely talk to him!

The knock of the door, woke you up from your slumber. Rubbing your eyes to get a clear vision, you groaned. Jaemin left the door open, why would they knock!!

❝Just come in!❞ you said from inside, slowly gaing back your consciousness.

The door opened to reveal a boy, the boy who broke your heart's best friend, Mark Lee. Not like he is not yours but for this kind of situation, this is the way to describe Lmao.

❝Sleepy head! Come let's go!❞ Mark grabbed you hands and dragged you out of the room.

❝Okay mark, but where? Lemme at least wear some pan-❞ You ask, trying to grab any pants that your eyes catch.

But the Canadian cuts you off.

❝Dinner Is more important that pant, anyways.❞ He says, shrugging.

What? Dinner? Did you sleep that long?

❝It's night already…❞ You murmur as you let Mark drag you.

That means, your time is slowly ticking off from your hands.

❝Cheers!!❞ all of you raised your cups, before drinking the wine, a familiar sensation surpassing your throat as a satisfied groan silently came out. The hot food being an equalizer with the cold climate. Goosebumps on your thighs making your shiver.

A cold hand suddenly comes in contact with your bare thighs, sending shivers down your spine.

You turned to your right, to see a jealous puppy, which almost looked like it would bite its owner.

❝Why the heck are you not wearing any pants? Want to show these pretty legs to all?❞ Okay, is he scolding you or complimenting you? And why is he suddenly caring about you?

❝Thanks..? but what's wrong in me not wearing pants?❞ You ask squinting your eyes, not minding lowering your voice, since the table has Donghyuck, Lucas and Chenle.

❝Umm… your legs… I… Your.❞ that boy stutters, the tip of his ears slowly turning red.

❝You, what Jeno?❞ you ask, suppressing the urge to coo at this sight.

❝I-I… It's-It's winter, yeah. Don't you know it will be cold?❞

Yup, he said that because it's winter. Definitely not because he's jealous. Acting as if he didn't kill Johnny with his eyes, for looking at you as if you were a prey.

❝Ohh… It's okay, Jeno. I'm fine.❞ the disappointment evident in your voice. He just cares for you as a friend.

❝No, it's not!❞ That boy was fast enough to remove his hoodie and put it on over your legs.

❝And you don't get to remove it, bambi❞ he whispered the last part in your ears, turning you into a tomato.

Is he still trying to continue that stupid boyfriend-girlfriend game after what happened?

Despite feeling shy, you turned away, trying to ignore him.

❝Meet me in the balcony after dinner. I have something for you.❞ He whispers, sensually, tucking your hair behind your ears. That action causing a zoo in your stomach.

When did I even eat that many animals? Ugh!

As much as you didn't want to go, your legs dragged itself to the balcony. Not because you wanted to go. A fucking lie.

You step into the balcony, to find Jeno Lee, the man of your dreams, looking around.

Hearing footsteps, he turns to find you standing in a hoodie and sweatpants. A smile forms on his face after seeing that it's his hoodie.

❝Hey Bambi…❞ No matter how angry you are, that nickname can make you go all soft.

❝What do you want, Jeno?❞ You ask him, trying to keep the situation serious, though your cheeks showed how flustered you are.

Clearing the throat, he, too tried to be serious.

Why was he suddenly feeling crying?

❝Y-Y/N… I-I… like you…❞

❝What the fuck, Jeno! I'm sorry but I don't like you…❞ you said, before turning and walking away.

What just happened? Did you just shatter all of his dreams? Did you really… This feels like a effin' nightmare!

❝Jeno! Jeno?❞

Or what if it actually is?

Jeno woke with cold sweat rolling down his forehead and tears streaming down his cheeks, as he heard your voice call him.

Opening his eyes, he met with your worried ones. Without a second thought, Jeno dove into your arms and continued sobbing in your chest.

❝Shh. Jeno, It's alright. It's just a dream. It's okay, I'm here…❞ You said softly, running your hand through his hair, hugging him tightly.

So, it was actually a nightmare. It's just a nightmare. Did he just fall asleep on the couch waiting for you?

❝Y-Y/N-ie… Please, Don't leave me…❞ The boy sobs onto your chest, damning the hoodie with his tears. But that's the least of your concern right now.

❝Jeno, why would I leave you, huh?❞ You ask him.

❝Because…❞ Guess it's the time…

❝Because I like you! No, no I love you. But- But you like Renjun.. You are going to leave me.❞ Jeno sobs harder, clutching onto you like his depends on it.

What… Jeno likes you? Okay.

Wait, what?! This fucking crush of yours likes you back?!? Damn!

❝Jeno, what do you… Oh wow.❞ You break the hug and stare at him, astonished. Yet, sitting so close, foreheads almost touching.

❝Say something…❞ Jeno whispers hoarsely. ❝I'll accept whatever your opinion is…❞ He continued, pretending to be strong.

This is the moment, Y/N. Just confess it!

And guess what? You finally did it!

❝Jeno… I-I like you too… And no, I don't like Renjun…❞ You whisper.

You expected him to be surprised or even burst into tears once again, but when you saw him smile and hug again, Surprised became an understatement.

❝I knew…❞ The smiling angel replied sheepishly.

Okay, what was he planning?

❝What…❞

❝Sorry, but I heard you talking to Jaemin…❞ He locked you so hard in the hug that you weren't even able to look him and scold.

❝Jeno, I don't… I don't understand… What…❞ You still are confused as hell.

❝Morning after I… left.. I realised and came back to apologise but… then I heard you talking to Jaemin… And yeah…❞ Jeno said.

He literally made you a fool!

You wiggle in his arm, trying to break the hug. ❝Jeno, leave me you bitch!❞

He broke the hug finally with a laugh. You hit his chest repeatedly, but that made Jeno giggle.

Soon, the laughter died, just the cliche staring. Nothing in your mind, just you and Jeno. But then one question came to your mind.

❝If you heard me, then why did you cry…?❞ you question him.

Getting embarrassed, Jeno said: ❝I was still a bit… scared..that you would choose him over me…❞ In a very small voice, like the ones of a scared baby.

❝Oh, Jeno.❞ You pull him again in a hug. Then, Jeno says something making your heart thump.

❝Can I kiss you?❞ The puppy whispered. Who are you to say no? Right, No one!

❝Only of you promise me not to leave this time…❞ you whispered back, indicating that you still have some untouched business left.

❝I'm sorry bambi…❞ Oh that nickname, damn he knew his ways.

❝I promise you not to leave… not just now but forever. Even if you want to leave, you can't.❞ He whispers, giggling in the end.

❝Then, I'm happy.❞ You say with a smile, before pulling him into a kiss. A kiss full of love and care.

A warm feeling bloomed in your chest, heart ramming against your ribs. Bringing your hands up, you tangle with his hair as his hands makes its way to your waist. A gentle squeeze, forcing a gasp out of your mouth, giving him enough space to enter his tongue, exploring the warmth of your mouth.

You both break the kiss, breathing heavily with dreamy smiles on your lips, foreheads resting on each other.

❝I love you, bambi.❞ Jeno whispers against your lips.

❝I love you more, Jen. And thank you for the best Christmas gift ever.❞ You reply, before capturing his lips once again.

And that's how your life with Jeno started. Started with a Christmas gift.

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TSUBAKI | YUTA x READER | Ch.1

Tsubaki: an early spring flower native to Asia that used to be popular among the nobles, samurai, and warriors during the Edo period. It symbolizes two things; first is noble death and second, the purest of love.

Summary: Yuta knows that Seoul is his home. After finding a family with NCT—one of the mafia families ruling South Korea—he couldn't find any other reason to go back to Japan, particularly the old life he had long left behind. A special request from the head of the Yakuza might challenge his decisions though, especially after he was asked to be a bodyguard to The Family's future heir and daughter for a month and a half. A pretty easy request for someone in the top ranks of the mafia himself, right? There's just one problem: for the first time in his life, Yuta Nakamoto might just have finally met his match.

Themes: Arranged marriage, mafia au, childhood bestfriends, enemies to lovers, mentions of crime etc. Note: this story is connected to the main plot of Black Daisies so there might be references here that might confuse those who didn't read the source material. I will try my best to make this a standalone though. Enjoy!

The low rumble of the private jet shook the asphalt of the runway like a gentle monster waking up from a nap. The surroundings were dark, but powerful end lights framing the pathway afforded enough illumination for the man who stepped out of the jet’s doors with a slight sigh.

Yuta gave his leather clad shoulders a slight shrug and removed his dark glasses to frown at the sight in front of him. The private terminal looked deserted at first look, but of course, he knew better than to assume that. Sure enough, a new set of headlights blazed from somewhere on his right, followed by the silent cruising of a black Benz. The car stopped directly in front of him, opening to usher out a suit-clad man in black. The latter barely looked at him before bending his body in half to give him a polite bow.

“Nakamoto-san. Welcome back to Japan.”

Yuta’s expression melted a little as a small smile curved the corners of his lips. Instead of returning the bow, he answered the greeting by reaching out towards the other and giving him a quick hug. That seemed to have switched something off from the older man as his posture loosened to return the gesture.

“Daisuke-san, I didn’t expect you to come fetch me tonight.”

“Were you expecting the 200 pounders to be your welcoming party? I am so sorry to disappoint you then.”

That earned a laugh from him. Yuta gave him a clap on the back before finally letting him go. He does admit, his otherwise bad mood improved a little after seeing a familiar face upon his return. He’s going to give it to his host—it did seem like he put a lot of thought on the invite he sent his way.

He’s going to be perfectly honest here, the idea of going back to Japan is not something he has ever been particularly fond of. While he doesn’t hate his home country nor the people he used to be connected with here, there was a reason why he left it behind and didn’t look back when he was 16. If not for the fact that he actually got ‘ordered’ to come here, he would have acted like he didn’t get the invite anyway.

“How many more sighs are you planning to dramatically give before you actually tell me what you want, Yuta?”

The woman behind the table barely looked up from the papers she was reading as she asked that with an obviously faked nonchalant voice. He could clearly see the way she was trying her best not to snicker in front of his face, a fact that only made him glare at her. As much as decorum says he should give her utmost respect for being the top dog of South Korea’s mafia, she is also his annoying best friend.

“I think you perfectly know why I’m overworking my lungs here, my dear Domina.”

She only gently crooked a brow at him and turned another page in the folder spread out in front of her.

“Is it about the new shipment of drugs? You did so well with that, by the way.”

That was the last straw he needed. With a grunt, he leaned over his seat and closer to her table, both hands clutching the edge of the wood. She finally looked his way, her gaze only mildly interested.

“Why did you say yes to the job order for me to go back to Japan?”

This time, it was her turn to give a soft sigh. She finally put down her pen so she could give him her full attention.

“I don’t see anything wrong with it, Yuta. The Yakuza head sent me a personal letter to have you there. You know that I can’t really say no for affiliation’s sake, right? And besides, it’s only for a month and a half anyway. I don’t really see what’s wrong here.”

“What’s wrong is that I don’t want to go. Let’s have that out of the way first.”

For a moment, she only gave him a look. He glanced away briefly and leaned back on his seat, knowing full well that she knows the real reason behind his answer.

“This isn’t the first time you will be going back to Japan though… You’ve been there so many times over the past few years.”

He frowned. “You know that is different. Those are short-term stays and I’m always with 127. This is a solo mission and I’ll be working directly with the Family there.”

“Well… the Oyabun specifically asked for you. Also, I think you are cutting it close by calling it a mission. He really just wants you to watch over his daughter for a month and a half. Isn’t she your childhood friend?”

He uncrossed his legs and shrugged. “Yes. But the point is, I don’t understand why it needs to be me. It’s been so long since I left. And I’m part of your family now.”

His last line made her soften a bit. She looked at him just a little bit longer before finally pushing back from her seat so that she could take the chair closer to him. When she reached out to hold one of his hands, he knew that she finally wasn't talking to him as her member, but as her friend.

“Look… Let’s drop the act. We both know he didn’t ask for you to come for business. But I do think it also won’t be too bad if you come back home even for a little while. Their family will go into transition soon just like ours did with a new leadership. Maybe… maybe he just wants you there for sentimentality purposes…”

“But I’m not part of his network anymore.”

She gave him a knowing look and he looked away guiltily.

“You know it isn’t just about that. You were once part of them. And family never goes away.”

He didn’t really know what to say about that as retaliation. So instead he made a pointed sigh and avoided her gaze. He didn’t need to look at her to know that she was smiling. He hates how she can see through him so well, and how he always lets her get her way with him at the end of the day.

“Fine, last call. Are you sure you won’t be needing me here in Seoul for a month? I’m not gonna come running back if you miss me.”

She rolled her eyes at him but gave him a hug anyway.

“Of course I’m going to miss my best friend. But with all due respect, my fiance is also doing a pretty great job running the city.”

That made him snort and mumble under his breath.

“Damn that Lee Taeyong.”

*******

Yuta gave the older man in front of him now a grin as he buried his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He feels like a ton of bricks after sitting through that flight, but he’ll take his old butler anytime of the day over an army of bodyguards. It makes his travel here a little bit easier in his chest.

“Nah. I’m glad to see you. You still look so handsome, old man. Say, how many wives have you acquired since Sayuri-san?”

The other gave him a playful punch on the shoulder which made him burst into laughter again. “You know Sayuri only has my heart. Besides, I fear the katana.”

The brightening of the runway lights both caught their attention briefly. Yuta looked back at the private jet behind him the same time the sound of its motors started humming again. Daisuke took that as a cue to point towards the waiting car in front of them then, one hand already on the handle of the passenger seat.

“How about we chat later? We should go now. The Oyabun is waiting for you. Let's get you home.”

The mention of the last word brought back some of the initial feelings Yuta had before he stepped out of the plane. He kept them all back though with a tight smile and a controlled nod that he managed to give to the butler. The runway lights brightened even more and he took a step towards the car before he could even change his mind and turn the other way, back to the private plane.

“Yes. Let’s go.”

*******

The mansion looked like a haven between tradition and technology. At first glance, anyone would think they were entering a well-kept Japanese Minka with the sliding paper doors, wooden floors, and well-kept garden, but Yuta knew the moment he stepped inside that there is more underneath the aesthetic of the place. Meticulously disguised under the haori paper doors are inches of glass—bullet-proof most probably—that only slide open through the fingerprint scanners hidden artfully on the side of each entrance. Even the floor beneath his socked feet buzzed with a slight hum when he padded silently into an empty room, caused by whatever security system runs the house. His eyes scanned the spacious area, noting the new additions to the place as well as the ones he is still familiar with.

"The Oyabun will be here with you shortly. We have informed him that you've just arrived," Daisuke said from just outside the door. Yuta turned to him, interrupting his silent study of the room.

"Are you leaving?"

"I shall stay to make formal introductions and then I will take my leave, Young Master."

He was just about to call out the man for his use of the title when a scuffling sound from the head of the room made him turn around again. Yuta didn't know what was beyond the door that opened from the other side, but he saw a deeper shade of shadows move from there before its owner gracefully stepped into his line of sight. The moment the light caught the new visitor's features, it was like the air in the room shifted entirely. It wasn't heavy, but there was a charged energy that seemed to have dropped on it like a cloak as the man regarded him with a straight face.

"Good evening, Shachou. Young Master Yuta-san has—"

"It is okay, Daisuke. You don't really need to make formal introductions," the older man said plainly but with the sense of authority that made the butler bow his head in silent acknowledgement. Yuta did the same but respectfully brought his glance back to the master of the house.

"If that is the case, then I shall take my leave. Please enjoy the rest of the evening."

The soft closing of the door behind him made Yuta wince internally. The room wasn't cold at all, but for some reason his leather jacket still felt too thin for him when silence dropped around them like a blanket again. He kept his polite stance in the middle of the space, silently calculating and waiting out the situation.

It felt like eons after when the tension finally broke. The change was so miniscule, but he saw the moment the man's expression softened a little as he regarded him. His lips twitched and there was a playful, warmer light that passed his eyes as he moved to clasp his hands behind his back.

"Relax, my boy. You look so stiff for someone meeting his godfather."

Yuta was still on edge, but he felt his shoulders loosen a little after that. The man's smile widened and he motioned for him to take the zabuton on the floor next to him. Yuta gave a formal bow before sitting on the flat pillow.

"It's been a while, Sir."

"Indeed. If I haven't reached out personally to your Domina, I don't think I would have lured you here," there was a lilt on the man's tone as he also took his seat on the floor. Yuta pursed his lips but managed to reign in his expression quickly.

"Things have been very busy in Seoul."

"Mmn. How is your new Head? Is she doing a great job?"

"She is. There have been a lot of changes, but the rest of the family agrees with all her decisions. She is going to get married a few months from now," he answered with a smile and a tinge of pride in his tone.

The man before him nodded silently with an unreadable look in his face. Yuta had a feeling that the space for idle chit chat had passed by now and he silently reigned himself for what was about to come.

"You look very happy where you are right now, son."

"I am, Sir."

"Sometimes I am jealous that they have you there. I would have liked nothing more than to have you back. This place would be so much better with you in it. Your father would agree."

There it is. The bomb finally dropping. It took him everything to keep his expression neutral.

"I think you've done a wonderful job making it better, Shachou…"

His answer was polite and straight to the point, but both of them knew the deeper meaning behind it. Yuta watched as a slight frown momentarily took the man's features as if he was sifting through memories only he could see. Finally, he sighed and shook his head a bit.

"Things haven't really been the same since he… Since he left. But let's not talk about that right now and spoil the rest of the night. I know you are tired from your travel so I want to cut to the chase and explain why I called you here."

Yuta nodded, internally feeling relieved for escaping the talk for now. He focused on the other man who seemed to be deep in thought again. He noticed how he looked to be openly frowning now as he seemed to turn an idea over his head.

"You remember my daughter, right? Your childhood friend?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, she is getting married. And I need your help to keep her in line."

Well he wasn't expecting that. Yuta blinked once, processing the information. He knew that he was asked to do something for his daughter, but… marriage?

"I'm sorry, she's getting what?"

Another sigh came from the older man. He still looked regal with the way he is carrying himself but the weight on his shoulders is obvious now as well.

"She will be taking over my position in a few months but before that, she will be wed to one of the sons of another Yakuza family. The engagement was arranged and announced a long time ago and the union will happen in about a month from now."

Yuta listened carefully, his attention set on every detail there. Of course he doesn't really care about family affairs—after all, he hasn't seen his friend for years now—but he is lost as to how he is in any way involved here.

"I see… So what kind of help do you exactly need from me then?"

"I need you to watch over her for the next few weeks and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid at least until her wedding day. I have tried everything—I hired professional bodyguards and even assigned our best men to her but she always outruns them."

"And you think I can do a better job than all these people because…"

The man pursed his lips.

"Well, she knows you personally. You grew up together. Second, I believe you have the skills for it. My intel told me you are one of Seoul's best marksmen."

"I uh… I usually sniper shot the skulls of the people I track, Sir. I don't really guard them."

The other stared at him unblinkingly.

"At this point, I think she needs a gun pointed at her head, too."

Yuta frowned. His memories are not really the best since it's been quite a while since he saw his daughter, but he remembers her as a shy, if not awkward teen. She was about three years younger and she always preferred staying inside and hanging out with her younger brother.

"Wait—what… what kind of trouble does she gets herself into?"

The look the man gave him was tired in every sense of the word. At that moment, Yuta knew he wasn't speaking to the head of Japan's most powerful Yakuza family, but to an exhausted father.

"All kinds of trouble. She parties 24/7, is barely home, pulls her own stunts outside of the family's operations and more. The other night, she robbed a museum and took a diamond necklace there. Just walked in, hammered the glass and alarm system open, and ran away."

Yuta raised his brows. He didn't know whether to be impressed or horrified.

"The thing is, she has gotten more careless in the past few months. If she continues acting out, there is a chance the family of her fiance might back out. We can't afford that. Their marriage will let us take over a significant part of Japan. I just really need someone to keep her in line until that wedding happens."

"O...kay. I don't really know how I can help you with that since, well, I'm practically nothing more than just a stranger to her now. But I can try. Will I be the only one watching over her?"

"No. I asked my son and he said he can help. He is still in training to be an executive but he is good. I think having you with him will also make him learn a lot."

Yuta's face cleared a little at that.

"Shotaro? That's great. I hope he still remembers me."

"Oh believe me, he does. So, do you accept my request then? You can have my word that it will only be for a month and a half."

He pursed his lips for a moment before giving any reply. Is he still uncomfortable that he is back to the place he left a long time ago? Yes. Is he slightly intrigued? That's a yes too... In the end, he gave a slight shrug as an answer.

"I am already here anyway so… yes. I will try to see what I can do."

The look of relief that spread through the man's face was immense. He sighed as if a heavy weight was taken off his chest before he smiled down at him.

"Thank you, Son. I really appreciate it."

Yuta managed to return the gesture with a nod.

"I can't promise anything, but I'll give my best."

*******

Yuta tightened the fabric belt of his kimono as he stepped out into the small garden connected to his room. The area was small, but it was well-kept with a wonderful view of the sky above. He looked up now at the slip of the moon that peeked around the roof of the house and took in a slow, calming breath.

He originally wanted to get a hotel room for himself but the boss was adamant in making him stay in the same complex because "it will make his job easier" if he is always within reach. He relented in the end because he really didn't want any more negotiations, but what he didn't expect was for him to be given the same room he had before.

Everything looked the same and new at the same time. Oddly enough, he remembered it to be bigger when he left it about ten years ago, but the space seemed smaller now that he is back. Maybe he had changed a lot since he left… but some things still stayed the same for sure, like that small scribble of his initials on the side of his bed which he scrawled against the wood the night before he left.

He really didn't know what to feel at the moment. It was a bittersweet kind of experience to be back, but he had to admit… There is a sense of calm that's enveloping him now that he is here. Seoul and NCT are his home now, that is for sure, but being back here feels like there is a long-buried cup in him that's being filled again.

The train of his thoughts were suddenly interrupted when a scratching sound came from the side of his room. His quarters were at one end of the winding hallway of the sprawling complex, and there was nothing else but the garden and the high security gates beside it. Chances of other people coming to his side are low…

Except if it is someone trying to sneak in.

He briefly wondered how they managed to get past all those security locks from the gates, but Yuta waited for another sound before making any move. When a slight thump sounded closer to the window leading straight to his bedroom, he immediately pressed himself against the wall and silently moved back inside. The lights are off so he could see all the shadows reflected outside, and sure enough there is something out there that is obviously out of place. The person's movements were a little clumsy to be that of a thief's—they looked a little too careless, as if they were confident nobody else is actually inside the room—but he couldn't quite figure it out yet if it is a he or a she because of the hood covering the person's head. He reached out now for the small knife he managed to tuck in the pocket of his kimono and moved stealthily next to the window.

"Ah, shit."

The tone was low and hushed when he heard it, but it seemed to be too light to be that of a man's. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have enough time to process it more as he heard the slight creaking of the window. The trespasser is now trying to pry it open with their fingers, putting on their weight with control as they did so that they wouldn't make too much of a noise. Yuta's sharp eyes followed their every movement, unblinking, to make sure that he gets the right timing to pounce. This feels like one of his regular days, that even his heartbeat felt slow and relaxed as he waited for the moment to drop.

It all happened in less than ten seconds. The trespasser finally managed to pry an opening that's enough for them to squeeze themselves in and Yuta gave them just a moment till both their feet are inside before he slipped behind and clamped an arm around the person's neck. He heard a slight gasp at his action and felt fingers wrap around his arm before he raised his other hand holding his small knife and pointed it against his hostage's throat.

"You're lucky I left my gun in my holster. Your brains would have been all over the place by now," he murmured as he gently pressed the tip of the blade against skin.

Everything seemed to have moved in slow motion from there. Yuta felt the person stiffen in his hold before they slowly turned their head towards them. The action made the hood they were wearing finally drop…

Revealing striking brown eyes staring back at him with equal surprise.

CHAPTER 2

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Next to you | Jeno

Y/N tried to contain her huge smile as she talked to Mark and Renjun about how Jeno had practically demanded them to stay in the room they were going to use to rehearse to wait for her.

It made sense for the body to react that way, didn't it?

She had liked to hear that Mark had noticed that Jeno was looking forward to seeing her too, since the guy hadn't stopped texting her since she got off work.

Y/N laughed at the sight of Jaemin running and the way Jeno glared at him, but Jaemin wasn't the least bit worried about that as he hugged her tight.

"We're doing it on purpose." Jaemin spoke quietly to her and soon after walked away, being replaced by Haechan.

"We love to piss him off." spoke in the same tone as Jaemin and she laughed.

“Then you don't know why you get beaten, right?” she replied and when Haechan walked away, he winked.

“Alright, that's enough!” He spoke after going to the two of them and pulling the younger one away from Y/N's embrace. "It's my turn."

"But I didn’t-"

“Go away!" Jeno pushed Jisung away with forced calm and the boy left, confused. "Hey."

"Hey." Y/N laughed, shaking her head as if she couldn't believe the scene she'd seen.

Jeno approached and hugged her tightly, she reciprocated and closed her eyes for a few seconds for the sensation to properly welcome her. "You should go easy on them."

“I missed you more than all of them put together.” he complained and she smiled widely.

It was mutual.

They moved away but Jeno didn't separate his body from hers, he kept his arm around her shoulders making her hug him around the waist as they approached the boys.

"Okay, let's go over it two more times and then we eat." Mark spoke and the boys nodded.

They had been practicing since early but she knew how perfectionists they were, they wouldn't stop training until they were sure they had reached the level they expected, even if it lasted all night.

And Y/N would wait, she was more than happy to be there, spending time with them made her happy.

Y/N walked away, heading towards the couch and the guys started to take their positions.

"Let’s go." Haechan spoke excitedly and in one quick movement took off the shirt he was wearing, leaving his chest exposed.

He tried to throw the shirt to Y/N, who was getting ready to sit on the couch, but Jeno was faster and grabbed the shirt while it was still in the air and threw it in his face.

“Put it on.” he ordered, gritting his teeth, and the boys shared their reactions.

Mark ran to hug Renjun while the two laughed, Chenle clapped her hands exaggeratedly laughing, Jisung looked at everything surprised and Jaemin was in shock but he had a smile on his face.

Y/N looked at everything astonished, she had seen Haechan shirtless before, that was no surprise, he used to do this when few people were in the room. She was surprised even with Jeno's sudden attitude.

“But I always practice like this.” Haechan complained after he took his shirt off his face, with a pout.

“I will record.” Jeno took his phone out of his pocket, seriously. "Unless you want me to post this later."

"Whoa, it wasn't until Y/N came back to our rehearsals that you went back to being no fun." Haechan spoke but put on the shirt anyway.

Jeno ignored Haechan and looked at Y/N, asking with his head for her to record, she smiled still looking at him suspiciously but went to him, taking the phone and going forward.

She turned on the camera and waited for everyone to catch their breath and their positions. Mark turned on the speaker that was in the corner on the floor and motioned for her to start recording.

The expressions of amusement changed to seriousness within seconds as the Glitch Mode beat started. Y/N didn't know if she focused on the phone screen or if she watched them dancing in front of her, the rehearsal was practically perfect as if that was the day of the performance and it wasn't like she could expect any less from them.

They had been waiting for a show with the 7 for so long that she knew how excited they were for it, Jeno had already commented several times how he wanted this experience to be epic, perfect. Apparently, they would give everything they had to make it that way.

They ended the first time and started talking, making some final considerations and Y/N took the opportunity to turn off the camera and sit on the floor still facing them, resting her chin on her hand while watching the conversation feeling her eyelids heavy, that's when her gaze met Jeno's. He looked at her worriedly, nodding as if silently asking if she was all right, causing her to nod slightly in agreement.

It didn't take long before they got back to rehearsing for the last time and all her attention went back to her best friend, he was tired it was notable. His eyes said the same thing as hers, that they urgently needed to rest. But that seemed to make him more determined to dance harder and he seemed to float on the floor, his serious and concentrated expression made Y/N feel a shiver run through her body every time his eyes met hers.

When they were done, breathing heavy and some resting their hands on their knees, Mark decided to end the rehearsal. They need to rest before the show and they had already gone over everything they were going to do

Jeno walked over and held out a hand to Y/N.

“Come on, sit on the couch, it's more comfortable.” he spoke and she reached out to take his hand.

"Besides, my ass must be square already." she spoke as stood up and Jeno laughed.

"There's nothing wrong with your ass." Jaemin's answer echoed through the room and Y/N turned to face him and noticed that not only Jaemin but all the guys were looking through the mirror behind her.

She had spoken in jest and Jaemin too, which was very common between them, being together did that with people but from Jeno's face, the joke hadn't been that funny.

He looked with the best ‘do you want to die?’ expression and stood behind Y/N as if to prevent any of them from looking through the mirror anymore and she controlled a laughter, doing so at that moment would surely make Jeno even angrier.

And while he was cute with that pout, she'd already seen his death glare and it wasn't quite what she wanted him to carry during the time they were eating.

They started to open the bags to share the food and Y/N followed, helping as much as she could and Jeno handed it to her.

"No spicy." he said and she smiled gratefully.

She didn't know why she was still surprised when he asked for food without being spicy, since she didn't like it, she always found the gesture so cute.

Y/N went to the couch and when she sat down, saw that Chenle, Haechan and Jisung were fighting to get the food in a hurry and watched as the three of them ran to sit next to her.

"Oh, you're crushing me." she complained but laughed anyway, Chenle and Jisung on either side of her while Haechan looked dissatisfied.

“I want to sit next to her too!” he whimpered but couldn't get the younger ones out, so he sat next to Chenle.

Y/N shook her head, finding it funny, and her gaze ended up meeting Jeno's who was staring at his friends next to her.

He still had a slight pout and an expression of not the least bit amused.

"You're acting like you've never been around a girl before." he said, rolling his eyes as approached Y/N and sat on the floor in front of her.

“But it’s not just any girl!” Haechan spoke, attracting Jeno's suspicious gaze. "It's Y/N!"

She frowned and took turns looking between the two who seemed to be talking mentally about something she didn't understand, Haechan had a raised eyebrow and was looking at Jeno as if to tease him, while he looked at him angrily, blinking more than he should as if to tell him to shut up. Y/N decided not to add more fuel to the fire and looked at Jisung who just shrugged his shoulders, Renjun, Mark and Jaemin approached, sitting on the floor like Jeno and started to eat.

“Are you going to the show, Y/N?” Renjun asked, after a long time of silence. Everyone was hungry, that's why no one spoke.

"Yes, I wouldn't miss this moment for anything." She replied, smiling proudly.

Mainly because she was so happy and proud of where they had come and it would be the only nights she would be able to see Jeno before his schedule got busy again.

“Will Jeno take his shirt off again?” Chenle hummed and Y/N almost choked on her own saliva.

Ah, she remembered that day perfectly, as if it were yesterday.

She knew Jeno was so much more than his looks, he was good and kind and considerate. She wasn't his friend just because his face was perfectly drawn as if it had been sculpted by the gods.

But something inside her lit up when Jeno yelled 'make some noise' and ripped his shirt so hard she couldn't even blink because her eyes were so wide they didn't even move. Since then, even though he was wearing glasses and a sweatshirt, she couldn't get the image out of her head. In her eyes, Jeno was no longer the shy, introverted guy, she knew that on stage he transformed, but seeing her best friend's chest live had done something to her.

Like imagining certain things she never would have thought she would with her own best friend.

Well, ok maybe she had started to see the guy as a man instead of the cute boy she was used to? Probably.

She tried to hide the way she was disconcerted, looking at anyone other than Jeno and saw him out of the corner of her eye throw the chopsticks at Chenle forcefully, it was a retaliatory response but it did the exact opposite, Chenle started laughing out loud and Y/N realized there was something more to that teasing.

She looked at the guys, some were laughing along with Chenle and others were smiling as if they understood exactly what was happening, leaving her confused.

Chenle threw chopsticks at Jeno, who looked offended and challenged, and before it turned into a real war, Mark intervened.

"Okay, I think it's time for us to leave." he spoke when saw that everyone had already finished eating.

Everyone got up, helping to throw things in the trash and tidying the room the way they found it, Mark was the last to leave the room after turning off the light and the group started walking out of the building, Y/N and Jeno walked side by side in complete silence just listening to Haechan and Chenle's loud conversation.

She looked at her best friend suspiciously, it looked like he wanted to say something, his eyes kept looking for her out of the corner of his eyes but he didn't. She could feel Jeno's anxiety and it made her anxious too.

She said goodbye to everyone with a hug before they left the building and the only time Jeno said anything was before she got close to him to hug him too.

"I follow you." he spoke firmly but quietly and she nodded in response, suppressing a smile.

He always accompanied her home, no matter if they were far away or if he was tired.

"See you later." Mark spoke up.

Y/N and Jeno started walking in the opposite direction.

“Have fun, Jeno.” Haechan spoke after waving goodbye and Y/N frowned.

Jeno huffed but didn't respond, continuing to walk and Y/N quickened her pace as saw him go faster.

“Did I miss something?” she said as soon as they were away from the guys, already outside the building. "Is it just me or are they teasing you more than usual?"

"Don't care about them." he replied through gritted teeth and she knew he was angry.

Y/N realized that Jeno didn't want to prolong the subject and stayed silent, walking beside him feeling that something was wrong, out of place.

Well, Jeno wasn't chatty, sometimes the two of them just stood close to each other in silence because it was comforting but not this time. It was uncomfortable, it felt like a wall was between them and it was horrible.

She trusted Jeno and knew he trusted her too, so why weren't they talking about what was going on?

Why did Jeno have an extremely cute pout and why did she feel the need to kiss him?

Many questions went through her head and the way to her apartment went like this, in silence as she tightened the strap of the bag she was carrying and Jeno kept his hands inside his pants pockets.

They stopped in front of the lobby and she turned to face Jeno, uncertain. He had something in his eyes that told her this night shouldn't be over, not like this.

“I washed that sweatshirt of yours that stayed with me about 6 months ago.” she said, playing with her fingers. "Do you want to go up to get it?"

She saw Jeno struggle and looked away, biting the inside of her cheek, waiting for an answer.

Jeno always went up, if he was thinking about refusing it was because something was wrong.

"Alright." he replied quietly and Y/N just nodded as the silence now became awkward.

She went ahead, feeling Jeno behind her and things got even worse inside the elevator. She busied herself looking for the house key in her purse but felt Jeno looking at her longer than he usually did.

Once they got to the floor and she opened the apartment door, she saw that Jeno was waiting for her to go ahead, so she walked in kicking off her shoes and putting her bag on the couch as she walked into the living room.

"I'll be right back!" she spoke without looking at him and stormed off to the bedroom, not giving him a chance to respond or say 'make yourself comfortable' like she always did.

But she didn't think she needed to, that was Jeno, he was always comfortable in her house.

She felt her cheeks burn when saw that Jeno's sweatshirt was on her bed, some nights she had taken the piece of clothing to sleep, Jeno's perfume was still strong in the sweatshirt even though she had washed it and it seemed that was all she had to calmed the whirlwinds of thoughts that appeared when she went to sleep.

She left the room clutching the sweatshirt in her hands, thanking Jeno for not going after her or else he would see that she used the sweatshirt as a teddy bear but when she returned to the living room, he wasn't there.

She frowned and heard a bark, followed by Jeno's voice, she smiled and went to the kitchen, seeing Jeno from the back as he stroked the head of her dog that was in the separate area for him, the small grate wouldn't let him jump on Jeno so it just stood up to get the boy's affection.

Seeing the owner, he barked once more and that made Jeno turn around, sighing sadly.

“Your sweatshirt.” she held out with a shy smile and he mirrored her reaction, taking a few steps towards Y/N, taking the sweatshirt from her hands making their fingers meet for mere seconds.

"Thanks." he answered so quietly she had to strain to hear.

“Jeno, what is it?” she asked, crossing her arms and staring at him steadily. “You're so quiet and you look like you want to say something. You know you can tell me anything, don't you?”

He nodded but the eyes didn't meet hers, he kept his eyes fixed on the sweatshirt he was holding.

“So what happened?”

Jeno took a deep breath, lifting his head and looking into Y/N's eyes, who were looking at him expectantly.

"I missed you."

Y/N felt her shoulder give out. So that was why he was acting that way?

“I did too.”

“No, Y/N.” he laughed humorlessly, shaking his head, set the sweatshirt on the kitchen counter and approached her. Taking her by surprise, he brought both hands up to her face and made her unable to look away into his dark eyes. “I really missed you.”

Y/N felt her entire body tingle at the same time her stomach churned. It wasn't her imagination, it didn't seem like her imagination.

Jeno's soft voice carried something she hadn't seen before, it was more than affection, much more than friendship.

“Jeno.”

“You asked me if you missed anything because the guys were teasing me more than usual.” she just nodded silently. "I wanted you to know how much you mean to me, but I can't say it without sounding silly."

Y/N felt her heart speed up, it was beating so fast that she started to get scared that Jeno might hear.

"Say what?"

“I got jealous, okay?” he admitted and Y/N felt her jaw drop. “The way the boys were hugging you, looking at you, getting next to you. I wanted to be next to you. You don't know how many sleepless nights I spent just thinking about that moment, when I would finally meet you again after so long and they knew it.”

Y/N was in shock, not because he admitted the guys were teasing him on purpose but because he talked about exactly what had happened to her in the last few months that she couldn't see him in person.

Two, three, four, five o'clock in the morning and she couldn't sleep thinking about him. What would it be like when they hugged each other again since every time she thought of him she felt like her heart was going to come out of her mouth, what would she say to him without looking like a fool.

That's why, every time she needed to sleep cuddled with his sweatshirt, but in fact she really wanted to sleep cuddled with him.

“I wanted to hit Jaemin when he talked about your ass.” Y/N laughed at Jeno's serious expression, it must have looked scary but he was so cute. "I don't want anyone staring at your ass but me." She raised her eyebrow and Jeno closed his eyes, his cheeks turning red. "It wasn't supposed to sound so possessive."

“So you stare?” she asked, smirking and he opened his eyes, confused. "At my ass."

Jeno's eyes responded, the way they glowed was the confirmation she so desperately needed.

It wasn't in her head, he was looking at her the same way she was looking at him then.

"I thought we were friends." she started to speak and Jeno's face tensed but she smiled slightly, taking a hand to Jeno's who was still holding her face. “But I wanted more. I was so nervous when I called you, I don't know, it felt like I was going to collapse every time I heard your voice.” she laughed and Jeno smiled, his face calmer now. "And I held on to your sweatshirt every night like you were here, it sounds really corny talking out loud but it's the truth."

Y/N raised her head, in a clear sign for what she wanted, Jeno touched their foreheads and also the noses, the two closed their eyes at the same moment and Jeno advanced, capturing her lips slowly and Y/N grabbed the his shoulder as if she needed it to keep herself upright, with the movement Jeno took the opportunity to take a hand to her waist and hug her with possession, as if keeping her clinging to him was all he needed. And indeed it was.

The kiss continued at the same pace, neither of them seemed to want to rush things, feel the taste and sensations they had dreamed of for months, the way their warm, wet lips molded perfectly.

Y/N gasped easily, cuddled against Jeno's warm body and his hand was still on her cheek directing where her head should go.

They pulled away but they were still very close, so much so that Y/N felt Jeno's lips brush hers as he smiled through his heavy breathing. Still without opening her eyes, she took the opportunity to put her arms around his neck and hug him tightly, afraid that he would leave, Jeno reciprocated, practically making the girl lose herself in his warm and cozy embrace.

"Now you can hold on me." he replied close to her ear, placing a quick kiss on her neck.

She smiled, feeling accomplished. She was finally where she wanted to be, next and in Jeno's arms.

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