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for the twd au literally just jeno's protectiveness and survival instincts (i love manly men<3) and just the raw love you have for each other and soft tender touches arghhhh 🥺🫶💝💞💕💓💖
twenty-eight.
that's how many walkers jeno had managed to put down, all without you having to lift a finger.
it wasn't that you were scared; the gun on your hip and the knife in your hand were testaments to that. no, jeno just wouldn't let you take them down with him.
the now empty warehouse air was thick with tension as the two of you stood amidst the aftermath. jeno's broad shoulders heaved with exertion, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. his gaze, fierce and unwavering, scanned the surroundings for any lingering walkers.
"you alright?" he grunted, his voice low and gravelly.
you nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "i can handle myself, you know..."
jeno's expression softened, but the fire in his eyes still burned. "i know you can. doesn't mean I want you to." he pulls you against his side after sheathing his blade. "plus," he flexes his bicep, "gave me a good workout. starting to feel like i'm losing strength.."
a soft chuckle escaped your lips as you leaned into him. "well, if that's the case, maybe i should take more of the load."
he shot you a playful glare, a hint of a smile breaking through the seriousness. "nice try." he presses his lips to the top of your hair, "i'm not gonna let anything or anyone touch you. i swear."
#just something short and sweet <3#jeno x reader#nct dream x reader#nct twd au#twd au#nct x reader#nct fic#nct drabble#nct dream fic#nct dream drabble
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this song is how i see/feel(?) about this couple; their budding relationship gives off this, chill yet soft-summer acoustics vibe 🥹🎶💕
High Hopes | Jeno
summary: jeno has been noticed by everyone except the one he wants to be noticed by: you
words: 7.5k+
category: baseball player!jeno x reporter!reader, FLUFF
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#☾.ᐟ moon#☆.ᐟ mercury#fic: short#nct#nct dream#jeno#academia#high school au#sports au#strangers to lovers#unrequited love
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hi vixy! i miss you sm 😞🫶 being here is just not the same when i'm not interacting w/ you (ノ_<。) and im here in your inbox for a request!
remember when i always gush about your use of endearments? atm, im craving for a hc fic of 7dreamies using their favorite endearment/petname/nickname for reader >< i absolutely think that they have their own ways and the oddest yet the most endearing nicknames for their special ppl and i think about it everytime i read your fics bcuz there is that kind of spice of it in your works (*^-^) and i love it ^^
i hope you're doing well, love! have a great day (人´エ`*)♪
xoxo, wynnie.
7dream's nicknames for their partners nct dream x f!reader
genres fluff, established relationship warnings feminine pet names used, quasi-suggestive but not really ( renjun ) author's note omg not the love letter in my inbox !!! love u 5ever wynnie . sorry the bulletpoints are kinda short, i tried to make up for it in the mini-fics ! ty for the request + i hope u like it !
mark lee (ᓀ‸ᓂ)
a very simple, casual guy
babe, dude (romantically), my girl
he can’t even tease you when you tell him it gives you butterflies because he’s the exact same way, giggling into his hand and turning away to hide his silly grin from you
call him dude though? he’ll be sulky until the next day (as if, he melts into a puddle with just one kiss)
“dude,” mark calls out from the hallway, still unsure where everything is still, being your first sleepover. “have you seen my charger? i don’t know where i left it.” “i dunno, man. you should ask your girlfriend.” “wow…” he extends the word in between laughter. he shuffles in his slides back into the bedroom, doubling over your body laying comfortably under sheets. “you are my girlfriend.” “nuh-uh. i’m your dude. your bro. your homeslice.” you over-emphasize the last word, flicking your tongue like a snake. “more like my homewife.” he giggles, reaching up to peck your lips. “that was terrible.” “come on! that’s worth at least half a point.” “negative eight thousand points.”
huang renjun ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა
my love, darling, sweetheart
in my heart of hearts i view huang renjun as the definition of a romantic
maybe he won’t have diamond necklaces for you every date night, but he always makes sure to show his love in the small, important things
he has your favorite snack for when you get home, changes the bedsheets when you forget to, and refills the soap bottles in the bathroom before you even notice you’re running low
“you took care of the dishes.” renjun jumps in his seat, not even hearing when you came in. “i did.” he turns from his canvas to look at you, smiling as you’re already wrapping your arms around his waist. “how was your day, my love?” “exhausting. you are the sexiest man alive, you know that?” you mumble into his hair. “for washing dishes?” “so hot.” you nod, squeezing him tighter. “gee, thanks,” he chuckles, reaching a hand up to scratch your head. “how about a bath? wash away all that exhaustion.” “join me?” you pout. “of course, darling.”
lee jeno ૮ .◜◡◝ა
doll, baby, babydoll
you are a living, breathing doll to him and everyone needs to know!!!!!
he forgets he’s literally mr. ferragamo sometimes and just stares at you with super heart eyes like:
wow (ෆ人ෆ) that’s my baby
“what about this one?” you spin in to give jeno a 360. “i really liked it in the store but i’m not so sure about it now.” “you’re the prettiest girl ever, doll.” jeno sits with his legs spread, his hands in the middle holding the edge of the chair he sits on. “pretty, pretty, pretty.” “thank you, jen.” you look at him. “but i’m asking about the clothes. i don’t know if this shade suits me! or maybe it’s the texture of the clothes? actually, it might be the material.” “everything suits you. if it doesn’t, it’s because the designer was stupid. you’re the pinnacle of fashion, babydoll.” “you’re silly.” you giggle, walking toward him to dig your fingers into the back of his hair. “you don’t think i should return it?” “absolutely not. you look great in red, baby.” “this is white, jen.” “whatever. gimme a kiss.”
lee donghyuck ʕ˙Ⱉ˙‧:ʔ
baby, sunshine, sweetheart (derogatory)
outsiders looking in eavesdropping on your conversations don’t know if you’re about to bite each other heads off or make out against the wall
what else could you expect from haechan ‘dating is so boring, let's be best friend and act like in a relationship’ lee
you feel a dark energy looming over your shoulder, as you often have since saying yes to your first date with hyuck. you continue to feel it as your card taps on the reader, beeping happily at the successful payment, unaware of the incoming chaos. “oh heck yeah! thanks for the food, sis!” haechan’s hand sneaks around to hold the back of your head, pulling you into a deep kiss. he only squeals like an anime girl as your hands slide up to push him away and turn to the cashier, apologizing profusely and failing to convince them that you’re not, in fact, related. “thanks for treating me, sweetheart.” “hey siri, search shooting ranges near me.” “wait, baby no-”
na jaemin ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭
lovey, princess, my muse
fun fact: he loves being called prince. having matchy matchy names makes his heart full and gives his life purpose (his words)
i put those three down but honestly, it really depends on the day. he’s constantly making new ones every single hour
he sees you in the flowers growing in the cracks in the sidewalk (‘petal’), in the songs of the birds outside (‘birdy’), in that one painting he saw back in a museum in italy (‘angel’)
“oh wait, i like these!” you swipe through some candid photos jaemin took of you of a trip you two took a while back on his phone. “how come you didn’t send me these?” “if i sent you every picture i took of you you would think i’m a crazed stalker.” “i know you are and i still love you.” you smile at him before turning back to the phone screen. “urgh. you’re always changing my name in your contacts. what is it now?” “munchy.” “munchy?” you stare at him with your eyes furrowed, having turned in slow motion as if you heard him wrong. “that was the name of one of the tortoises we saw at the zoo. he was so cute. it reminded me of you when you eat pasta. so you’re munchy.” “…okay, jaem. thanks, i think.”
zhong chenle (ᯟ︿ᯏ)
babe, dollface, beautiful
surprisingly, not a big petname user. not at first at least
but one time he clocked you getting pouty and in your head and learned that you liked being called sweet things other than your name.
“what’s wrong with your name? i like your name, dollface.” you can see something switch inside of his mind. “mmm, okay. i’ll try.”
“i miss you…” even through the phone, chenle can’t help but smile at your voice. “please don’t die.” “i’m at the grocery store for ice cream you asked for, dollface. i’m not gonna die.” “what if you get hit by a car?” you sniffle, hormones overwhelming you. “i’ll survive.” “how do you know?” “i just do. you should know by now i’m superman, babe.” “fly home, le. wanna cuddle.” “don’t threaten me with a good time.” he chuckles, phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder as he places your ice cream—and a couple other things he thought you might appreciate—on the counter to be rung up. “stay put, beautiful. i’m coming.”
park jisung (∩˃o˂∩)
babe, dude, pretty (used EXCLUSIVELY behind closed doors)
bro gets embarrassed just breathing air, you think he’s gonna have the guts to be cheesy with you in public?
even calling you babe in public has him with his voice lowered.
it’s really counteractive considering being so shy about things brings only more attention to him from his friends
“could you pass me my phone?” jisung’s request flies over your head as the group conversation is alive and well around you. “babe,” he mutters, finally getting your attention. “can you pass me my phone?” in good 7dream fashion, all the boys ‘ooh’ at him, haechan and mark fangirling obnoxiously. “baby darling sugarplum angelface!” donghyuck mocks, laughing at jisung holding his head in his hands, being consoled by your rubbing his back. “could you pass me my phone, my darling sweetheart pookiebear cupcake?”
author's note i fear i'm running out of themes for fic headers !!!!! why was i not blessed with the moodboard bone all my other lovely mutuals have D:
#nct dream x reader#nct dream fluff#nct dream imagines#nct dream reactions#nct dream bulletpoints#mark lee x reader#renjun x reader#jeno x reader#haechan x reader#donghyuck x reader#jaemin x reader#chenle x reader#park jisung x reader#nct x reader#nct jisung x#mark lee fluff#mark lee scenarios#mark lee imagines#renjun imagines#renjun fluff#lee jeno x reader#jeno fluff#jeno imagines#haechan fluff#haechan imagines#haechan scenarios#haechan x you#haechan x y/n#mark lee x you#mark lee x y/n
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Risk | l.jn [1]
Genre: college au; crush-at-first-sight Synopsis: Firmly convinced that Love-at-First-Sight is a hoax, you never expected to be proven wrong when the universe decided to throw you, quite literally, into Lee Jeno's lap. Pairing: NCT Lee Jeno x Reader Warnings: slow burn—I know, classic Cali work. Notes: Can I interest you with another two-part fic that's also a slow burn? No? Alright. Here's the first 14.7k words! Song prompt was Risk by Gracie Abrams <3 (btw i did not proofread this)
[Part 2]
You first met Jeno Lee on a particularly cool autumn afternoon. The kind of day where the wind carried a crispness that hinted at the coming winter, and the leaves crunched underfoot in vibrant shades of red, orange, and gold. The public library—where you spent most of the school break had always been quiet, but today, it was more silent than usual, the heavy wooden doors muffling the outside world’s chill.
You found yourself in the farthest corner of the library, where the oldest books resided, their spines faded and worn from years of eager hands. You stepped onto a ladder, reaching for a book that had been buried on the highest shelf, just out of reach. The book wasn’t anything special, except for the pretty spine and an interesting title that piqued your curiosity.
Your fingertips brushed the spine, but as you tried to pull it free, it resisted. Frowning, you gave it a stronger tug, unaware that on the other side of the shelf, someone else had their fingers wrapped around the very same book.
Thinking it was simply stuck in the array, you tried again, exerting all of your strength on one last tug. The book suddenly gave way, sending you off balance. Your heart leaped into your throat as you toppled backward, the ladder slipping beneath your feet. You had just enough time to gasp before you felt yourself falling, bracing for the cold, hard floor to meet you.
But instead of hitting the ground, you landed in something warm and solid. Strong arms caught you, holding you securely as you blinked up in surprise, your breath coming in short.
And that’s when you saw him.
It felt like the world had shifted into a dreamy haze—one of those cinematic moments when time slows down as the female lead and her love interest lock eyes for the first time. The world seemed to blur around you, blocking out everything and everyone, and sweet background music was playing in your head.
His eyes were the first thing you noticed—deep and warm, dark brown in color, flecked with gold that seemed to catch the light in just the right way. His dark hair fell in soft waves across his forehead, slightly tousled, as if he’d just run his fingers through it. His jawline was sharp, but softened by the slight smile that curved his lips as he looked down at you.
He was effortlessly handsome, in the kind of way that made your heart skip a beat and your stomach flip all at once.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice warm and soothing, with a hint of genuine concern.
“Huh?” you questioned, your own voice sounding like a switch that abruptly snapped you back to reality. The dreamy haze dissipated, and you were left with the stark, embarrassing reality of the moment. You realized you were still cradled in his arms, your hands resting against his chest. Your face flushed as you scrambled to get down, muttering apologies.
“Woah, careful,” he said as he gently set you back on your feet, his hands lingering on your arms for just a second longer than necessary.
“I’m sorry about that,” you managed to stammer, your voice barely above a whisper. “The uh… the book! It was stuck.”
“Yeah, you almost got hurt there,” he smiled, a slow, genuine smile that made your heart flutter.
You glanced down at the book he was holding—the one you’d been reaching for, and then back up at him, a blush creeping into your cheeks. “Thanks. For catching me. And for this.”
He chuckled softly, and the sound was like music, smooth and easy. “No problem. I just happened to pass by.”
“Well, lucky me,” you replied, chuckling bashfully. For a moment, you both stood there, the library around you fading into the background. There was something in his gaze, a spark of recognition that made you feel like you knew each other, even though this was the first time you’d met.
Is this the part where you tell him your name? Maybe not? Shouldn’t he be asking for yours?
“Right. See you around then,” he said while you were busy thinking to yourself. Before you could gather your wits to say anything back, he gave you an acknowledging nod and walked away.
You stood there, dumbfounded, watching him go. It wasn’t until he disappeared around the corner that you realized you should have asked for his name. Your heart was racing, and you were feeling a mix of gratitude and something else, something that made your cheeks warm and your thoughts scatter.
You kept wondering who he was, where he was from, and if he lived in town. His image haunted your thoughts, making it hard to focus on anything else. At night, you lay in bed, replaying the scene, his warm eyes and gentle smile etched into your memory.
Who was he? And why did your heart feel like it was doing somersaults? Clearly, you should know by now what that means: you have a huge, massive, gigantic crush on this guy. And you don’t even know his name yet!
Funnily enough, you never saw him again after that. In the remaining days of your break, you frequented the library, asked your friends about him, and even went on night outs hoping he’d show up. But you had no luck. Was it really possible not to see each other again after that day? Maybe he didn’t live there. Your town was small, the kind of place where everyone knows everybody. There was no way you wouldn’t have known if someone like that lived nearby. Maybe he was just passing through.
That was probably it. As you traveled back to the city for the start of the semester, you knew you would never see him again. It might be easier to think he didn’t exist at all. It was a little frustrating, but you decided to let it go.
Yet it seemed like the universe wasn’t ready for you to let it all go.
On one particularly cold and rainy afternoon, you stood outside a diner in the city, frantically waving your hand at a taxi cab. Your umbrella might have been keeping your head dry, but the strong gusts of wind blew tiny drops of rain all over your jeans and boots. After several occupied taxis passed by, seeing one finally pull over in front of you almost made you cry with joy.
“Apartment X on 46th Street, please,” you told the driver as soon as you slid inside, barely managing to close the door behind you. You sighed in relief, your heart slowing down as the warm air of the cab wrapped around you.
But just as you were about to settle in, the door was suddenly yanked open. Startled, you glanced back, and your breath caught in your throat.
A man peeked his head into the cab, his messy hair plastered to his forehead, drenched from the rain. But despite his soaked appearance, that smile was unmistakable—a smile you easily recognized even after all this time. The rain pounded against the cab roof, but all you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat, echoing in your ears.
Jeno’s smile widened as he took in your surprised expression. “Sorry to barge in like this, but it’s pouring out here. Mind if I share the cab with you?”
“Sure,” you said softly, audible enough for him to slide into the seat next to you. You caught a whiff of his perfume—fresh, woodsy, intoxicating. Instinct made you scoot over slightly, trying to make room without seeming too eager.
The cab started moving, and silence filled the space between you. You could feel your pulse quicken as you stole glances at him, but he seemed oblivious, focused instead on his phone. He looked just as handsome as you remembered—maybe even more so—though it had only been a few months since you last saw him. Somehow, it felt like you were seeing him for the first time. And there was something in his demeanor that sent a sinking feeling to your stomach.
He didn’t remember you.
You were sure of it now. The way he had smiled, the casual politeness in his tone, all pointed to a simple truth—you were just another stranger sharing a cab on a rainy day.
You knew you should say something—anything. Start some small talk, maybe a simple “hi.” Would that be weird? It shouldn’t be, right? You’re sharing a space, after all, and a small one at that. You could remind him of the time he caught you in his arms like you were in a rom-com flick or something.
Making friends had always been easy for you, but with him, every conversation starter seemed silly or wrong, and the fear of making a bad impression held you back. What if he thought you were odd for remembering? What if he didn’t care?
Then again, how could you possibly form a deeper connection with him if you wouldn’t even talk to him? Was he really so attractive to leave you dumbfounded each time? You took a peek to confirm and ended up meeting his gaze when you glanced at each other at the same time. You smiled meekly before quietly looking away.
The answer was simply a ‘yes’.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the taxi driver’s voice. “Where to, young man?” he asked, glancing back at Jeno.
Jeno appeared to think for a second. “Is the road to NCIT still inaccessible?”
Your ears perked up at the mention of your university. Did he go there too?
“I don’t think so,” the driver replied, shaking his head slightly. “But I’ll try to get as close as possible. Taco Bell near the intersection alright with you?”
“That would be good, thanks.”
Your mind raced with questions. Does he go to NCIT too? You could ask him about it, maybe bring up the sinkhole that had appeared on the road near campus a few days ago. But once again, your nerves got the better of you. All you could do was scroll through your phone, pretending to be engrossed in social media as you tried not to gawk at him.
The cab came to a stop sooner than you expected. You noticed Jeno shifting beside you, preparing to get out.
“Thanks a lot,” he told the driver, handing over his fare. Then, to your surprise, he turned to you with a warm smile. “Thanks to you too. Stay warm.”
And just like that, he was gone. The door clicked shut, and you were left in the backseat, feeling mild annoyance and disappointment. You stared at the space where he had just been, your thoughts swirling with frustration.
Seriously? You thought to yourself, trying to keep the frustration from bubbling over. You’d let him slip away without saying anything. Ugh, how could you be so awkward? A tiny part of you wanted to throw a little tantrum and scold yourself at the same time.
As the cab started moving again, you slumped back in the seat, watching the rain streak down the windows. It was a little bit of a letdown, but you sighed and shook your head, deciding to laugh it off. He was just a fleeting, unexpected moment in your otherwise uneventful day. A quick ray of sunshine, maybe.
In itself, it was a relief to know that he was in the same city. Hunting him down should be easy. For now, you’d just have to let this go and move on.
“No, you’re not—” Sienna gestured quote marks in the air. “—‘hunting him down’, whatever that means.
“Why not?” you whined, slumping back on your bed.
Your flatmate sighed in exasperation, crossing her hands over her chest as she stared you down. “It’s weird and stalkerish. Get to know him like a normal human being.”
You had told her about Jeno, from the first encounter with him back in your hometown to the cab ride with him earlier that day. “That’s the thing. I can’t because I don’t know him at all. I don’t even have his name,” you told her.
“Yes, and you’re an idiot for that,” she chastised, sitting next to you on the bed.
You groaned, narrowing your eyes at the ceiling. “You are absolutely correct,” you said, shutting your eyes as you flail your hands in the air.
“Let it go. If he does go to NCIT, then you’ll see him again and you’ll talk to him like a proper girl,” said Sienna, tapping the space between your eyebrows.
Normally, if something like that happened to you, you would just let it go. Not that it has happened before, but if it did, you would just let it go. Not this one. You can’t. Somehow, you were convinced that you crossed paths with him for a reason.
So, against Sienna’s advice, you hunted him down. It was outside a diner where you met him again, and he got off near your university. Assuming you were around the same age, he most probably went to NCIT too.
“If he was, you would’ve met him already,” said Sienna, alluding to your congenial personality and tendency to befriend just anyone.
“That’s the thing! I do not know him, so he’s probably a new student. If he isn’t, then he’s probably from the Sci-Tech building,” you told her.
“Sci-Tech? Why Sci-Tech?”
You looked at her like the answer to her question should be obvious enough. “Because I don’t go there.”
Sienna snorted. “Your deduction skills are spot on,” she said sarcastically.
There was only one place in uni that you never frequented, the Science and Technology building. It was because you had no reason to go there. That building was for NCIT’s specialized programs, which were programs in Natural Sciences and Technology. It housed departments like Engineering and Mathematics, Biology, Computer Sciences, and the like. As a Foreign Languages student, you have everything you need and everywhere you have to be in both the Arts and Social Sciences building. There was no reason to go elsewhere. But that might change if your suspicion turns out to be right.
So as soon as Monday rolled in, you headed to the said building with one goal in mind—to see if your mystery man was there. The halls weren’t entirely unfamiliar; you’d seen them before during your freshman tour of the campus. But the faces were new, unfamiliar, and you found yourself smiling at those you recognized.
The task was simple—look around, find out if Jeno’s there, get to know him, and done. If you happened to bump into your friends from this building, you’d tell them you were looking for them. No way were you going to let anyone know you were on a “hunt” for a boy.
“Are you lost?” said a guy’s voice from behind you.
You sighed and rolled your eyes before turning to face him. Smiling, you said, “I was just looking for you, Renjun.”
Renjun cocked an eyebrow at you. “Why? What did you do?”
You clutched your chest, pretending to be offended. “Nothing? I just came to see you. Lunch is on me today.”
His face softened but he still scoffed. “Why didn’t you just text me instead of coming all the way here?”
“I had to remind you because you’re old and forgetful,” you joked, falling into step beside him as he started walking.
“I’m not old and forgetful,” he muttered, though you just giggled, clinging onto his arm.
Your eyes scanned the halls, peeking into classrooms, but there was no sign of Jeno so far. Meanwhile, Renjun was complaining about Haechan and Yangyang spreading the flu virus all weekend.
“Thank God they’re okay now,” he grumbled. “I can’t last another day babying those grownups.”
“Why don’t you kick them out?” you said absentmindedly.
Renjun hummed as if seriously considering the idea. “I would if I could pay all 1500 by myself. Even the rent is annoyingly expensive.”
“Then why not move to the on-campus dorm?” you suggested, though you knew he was just complaining for the sake of it.
“It sucks.”
Just as you rounded the corner to the stairs, you spotted Jeno in the crowd. You gasped softly, your heart doing a little flip. There he was, just as handsome as he had been last weekend. You were right, after all—he really was from this building.
You watched him from a distance, talking animatedly to a few other students in front of an open classroom. You couldn’t help but stare, your heart doing a little flip as you took in his easy smile and the way he casually leaned against the doorway like he belonged there—like he belonged everywhere. Nothing of note could be said about his good looks, except that he continued to be as handsome as he did last weekend. He laughed along with the rest of his classmates, eyes crinkling cutely.
“What are you staring at?” Renjun asked, following your gaze. “Ah, I knew you had ulterior motives for coming here. Which one is it? Hyunjin? Jeno? Soobin?”
You glanced back at Renjun, grinning from ear to ear. “Which one is Soobin?”
He scoffed. “You came all the way here and you don’t even know his name?”
“I know Hyunjin,” you said, shaking your head. You pointed at the guy in the grey hoodie. “That one. Is that Soobin?”
“That’s Jeno Lee.”
You gasped, covering your mouth in mock shock. “His name is Jeno? Oh my god! It suits him so well.”
“And? Did you come here for him?” Renjun asked, raising an eyebrow as he peered at Jeno and his group. “Should I call him over?”
“No!” you exclaimed, quickly tugging him back. “Do you two know each other?”
He nodded. “Yeah, he’s Jaemin’s friend from high school.”
At this point, your smile was probably blinding Renjun with how bright it was. But before you could pester him for more details, he slipped away with a quick wave, escaping to his classes.
Information was easy to obtain from your friends. Barely a day had passed but you have learned all the important things you needed to learn about him. He was new at the university, having enrolled here only last semester. Four months ago, he was dating this cute girl from Biology but they broke up only a month later. No one knew why, but they did break up. He used to play basketball and still does. He’s an Electronic Engineering student and is said to be very intelligent. You also found out that he currently shares an apartment with Jaemin and Mark.
That night, you lay on your bed, phone in hand, scrolling through his profile. He was active on it, posting mostly about his workouts in his Stories and getting tagged in posts by friends. He played basketball for his previous school and based on the posts and comments from his friends, he was great at it. There were pictures of him with his team, others mid-game, looking focused and determined. There were also pictures of him just hanging out with lots of different people; some faces were recurring, but it was mostly different people.
You couldn’t help but wonder if this was how all crushes felt—silly and intense all at once, like a tiny spark that refused to fizzle out.
“I wonder if he’s as nice as he seems,” you thought, your heart fluttering as you looked at a photo of him laughing with his friends. His smile was the same one that had made your heart skip a beat the first time you saw it.
You tapped on the profiles of his friends, searching for clues about Jeno’s life. It was easy to tell which ones were close to him, and which ones weren’t. You even scrolled through the profiles of girls who seemed too close to him in pictures, hoping he wasn’t dating any of them. Based on your little “research”, he is single right now with plenty of admirers commenting on his photos.
You noted every detail, hoping to find common interests. His love for basketball intrigued you, and maybe you could strike up a conversation about it if you ever got the chance. Well, that is if you even knew a thing about basketball. You weren’t a big fan of the sport, but you would be if it was Jeno playing. If he was on your school’s basketball team, you would have joined the cheer squad. You didn’t have the skill for it, but you would have tried nonetheless.
A soft sigh escaped your lips as you let your imagination run wild. You closed your eyes, allowing the faint light from your phone to fade into the darkness of your room. Images of Jeno’s smile and the sound of his voice played in your mind like a cherished memory. The idea of seeing him again made your heart swell with excitement, looking forward to the next few days.
Then, realizing how far down the rabbit hole of your crush you’d fallen, you couldn’t help but laugh at yourself. “Get it together,” you murmured, shaking your head with a grin. But even as you tried to reel yourself in, the excitement of possibly seeing him again was too much to suppress.
There was no denying it now. You told your girlfriends that you had fallen in love with Jeno Lee from the Sci-Tech building.
“It was love at first sight. I just know it,” you said dreamily, twirling in front of the mirror.
Kayla raised an eyebrow. “You said love at first sight is a scam.”
“I know what I said,” you sighed, knowing she was right. You were a skeptic when it came to love at first sight. Sure, you liked romance and were a massive fan of romcoms. But love at first sight in real life? Total BS. “Obviously, I was wrong. I have to admit that now,” you added, a mixture of disbelief and excitement swirling within you. Part of you still couldn’t believe how quickly your feelings had changed.
Kayla and Sienna exchanged glances. Sienna smirked, her tone playful as she asked, “Are you sure you weren’t just blinded by his looks? That can happen to some.”
“Well… He did look handsome, but I’m sure it was more than just that.” You walked back to your dresser, sporting a reminiscent smile. “I know it sounds crazy, but there was just something about him. I can’t explain it. It’s like… like he was meant to be there.”
Kayla rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t hide her grin. “Next thing you know, you’ll be writing love letters and doodling his name in your notebook.”
You laughed, shaking your head, but a part of you couldn’t deny it. Maybe you would. “Hey, if it comes to that, don’t judge me,” you said, a teasing glint in your eyes.
“Yo! I have arrived!” came Haechan’s voice from outside your bedroom door, followed by heavy knocks. “Come on, come out now before I change my mind and leave your asses.”
You opened the door and raised an eyebrow at him, leaning on the doorframe as you sized him up. “First of all, the car isn’t yours. Second, how dare you bring your shoes in here.”
“Move. I’m not here for your ugly mug. I need my baby,” he retorted, trying to push you out of the way, but you wouldn’t budge.
“You move,” you shot back, playfully pushing his chest and sending him back a few paces.
Sienna giggled as she brushed past you. “You guys never stop fighting, do you?” she asked rhetorically, knowing full well the answer was ‘yes.’
“I hate her so much,” Haechan muttered to Sienna as she greeted him with a soft kiss on the cheek. “How are you putting up with her?”
You rolled your eyes at their PDA. “The real question is, how is she putting up with you,” you quipped, turning on your heel to fetch your stuff.
Yangyang’s SUV was parked outside, and you could make out Renjun’s figure sitting in the shotgun. As the four of you boarded the car, Yangyang glanced back at you in the backseat, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
“Hey, I heard you’re seeing someone from Sci-Tech. Is that true?” he asked, his tone teasing.
You furrowed your brows in confusion, about to respond, when Renjun sighed exasperatedly from the front seat. “I said she went to see someone,” he corrected, his voice calm but laced with mock annoyance.
Yangyang turned to Renjun, feigning innocence. “Isn’t that the same thing?”
“No, dumbass,” Renjun shot back, rolling his eyes.
“Wow. Renjun, you’re a fucking tattletale,” you blurted, pretending to be offended but unable to keep the smile off your face.
Renjun just shrugged. “Let’s just go,” he said, his tone final but light, signaling the end of the banter as Yangyang pulled out of the driveway.
On rainy days, you often carpooled with Yangyang, who generously offered to drive you safely to school. While the sinkhole repairs were still ongoing, the city had found a detour that made it possible for cars to access the street where NCIT is.
“How much longer do you think it’s gonna take?” Renjun asked as you passed by the sinkhole.
“Hopefully not long. The traffic in this part of the city is a nightmare,” you replied, leaning forward to peer through the space between Renjun and Yangyang as you looked outside.
“Mark’s asking if we’re still going to Felize’s for lunch today,” Haechan said, his eyes glued to his phone.
“Of course, man. We haven’t eaten at Felize’s in ages,” Yangyang replied with a sigh. “I miss their quesadillas.”
“Who else is coming?” Sienna asked, peeking at her boyfriend’s phone.
“No one else. Just Mark, Jaemin, and maybe Jeno.”
Your stomach did a little flip at the mention of Jeno’s name. “You’re going to Felize’s and you never told me?” you accused, feigning indignation.
Kayla cocked an eyebrow at you. “We talked about it in the group chat last week.”
“Why didn’t I know that?”
“Because you never check your messages,” Renjun said, not missing a beat.
Haechan chimed in, “And you rarely show up to our invitations anyway.”
“I do sometimes!” you insisted.
“Rarely,” Renjun shot back, smirking.
You grinned. “Well, today is your lucky day!”
“Oh, shut up. You just want to see Jeno,” Renjun teased, his smirk widening.
“Jeno?” Haechan repeated, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you suspiciously. “Do you like Jeno?”
“Mind your own business, alright?” you shot back.
After a long day of classes, you and your friends finally made your way to Felize’s. The familiar scent of sizzling fajitas and freshly baked tortillas greeted you as you stepped inside the cozy, dimly lit restaurant. It was a favorite hangout spot, a place where you could unwind and enjoy some of the best Mexican food in town.
The group quickly spotted Mark and Jaemin already seated at a booth near the window, waving them over. You all crammed into the booth, the chatter flowing easily as menus were passed around—even though you all knew what you were going to order.
As you looked around the restaurant, your excitement started to wane. You scanned the tables, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jeno, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Jaemin noticed your expression first and grinned. “What’s with the long face? You look like you lost something.”
You tried to play it off, shrugging. “Nothing. Just thought it would be more crowded.”
Haechan chuckled. “She was expecting someone in particular.”
“Someone whose name rhymes with… Den-o?” Kayla teased, her grin widening.
You rolled your eyes, but the small smile on your face gave you away. “Okay, fine, maybe I thought Jeno would be here. But I’m not disappointed. Just… mildly inconvenienced.”
“Mildly inconvenienced,” Yangyang mocked with a playful smirk. “I can practically see the broken heart emojis floating above your head.”
“Yo! Wait, what’s going on?” Mark asked, holding up his palms. Turning to you, he asked, “Do you like Jeno?”
“No,” you denied, but you were grinning from ear-to-ear. “Who is he anyway?”
“No, seriously,” Mark pressed, eye gleaming with interest as he turned to your other friends for answers. “Seriously? Since when?”
“Not long,” you replied, hoping they'd move on. “Just very recently.”
“Recently? Alright, that makes sense. We’ve been flatmates since he got here. I was wondering why you never told us,” Mark said, nodding..
“Right? I didn’t even know there were three of you in that apartment!” you groaned.
Jaemin smiled at you. “Too bad he isn’t here. He had other things to do.”
Renjun, ever the instigator, leaned back in his seat with a knowing smile. “You know, if you really want to see him, you could just text him and ask where he is. He might appreciate the effort.”
Mark nodded in agreement, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Yeah, or maybe we should’ve just kidnapped him and brought him here ourselves.”
Yangyang added with a grin, “Or better yet, we can all show up at his place with food and be like, ‘Hey, you missed out!’”
Haechan’s laughter was an insult to you. “Does he even know you? I heard you get tongue-tied at the mere sight of him!”
There was a chorus of disbelief from the boys at your table. Jaemin asked, still shocked, “You? Tongue-tied?”
Kayla chuckled softly. “Come on, guys. Don’t tease her like that. She’s just a bit shy.”
“Oh god,” Yangyang exclaimed, rubbing his arms. “I got goosebumps hearing you say that.”
“Yeah, ‘shy’ and ‘you’ don’t belong in the same sentence,” added Haechan, pointing his finger at you.
You groaned, half-laughing as you covered your face with your hands. “You guys are the worst.”
“But you love us anyway,” Sienna said, patting your shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, though the smile on your face gave you away. Even though Jeno wasn’t there, you couldn’t help but enjoy the moment with your friends.
With the midterms fast approaching, you momentarily forgot about Jeno, focusing instead in making notes and studying. Instead of the campus library, you opted to the city library. You liked it there. It’s quieter, with fewer students, and more books to choose from. Except this time, instead of maintaining your streak as a recognized Most Diligent Reader—third place overall last year—you buried yourself in notes and textbooks.
One particularly slow weekend, you were absorbed in your study when you thought your eyes were playing tricks on you. There, leaning against one of the towering old bookshelves, was Jeno. He held a book in one hand, and his other hand twirled a pen absentmindedly. Your heart leaped to your throat, and a wave of nerves washed over you.
You quietly observed Jeno from behind the cover of your textbook, trying to focus on your notes. But despite your best intentions, your gaze kept drifting towards him. The way he casually flipped through pages and twirled his pen seemed to make time stand still. You watched as he moved from the shelves to a table across the room, burying his head into the book. You tried to concentrate, but your efforts were in vain as your mind wandered back to him.
The next day, you were back at the city library, hoping for another glimpse of him. To your surprise, Jeno was there again, looking just as engrossed in his studies as before. You couldn’t help but think that maybe he enjoyed this library as much as you did. Although that day, he studied little and slept most of the day.
One afternoon, Sienna showed up and immediately noticed your distracted state. She took one look at you and followed your gaze, rolling her eyes when she saw Jeno.
“Seriously?” Sienna said, sitting down next to you and grabbing your notes. “You’re here to study, not to gawk at some guy.”
You blushed, trying to regain your composure. “I’m not gawking. I’m just—”
“Just talk to him,” Sienna interrupted, her tone a mix of exasperation and encouragement. “He’s right there. How hard can it be?”
You felt your cheeks grow warmer. “I can’t just walk up to him. I’m—” You hesitated, searching for the right words. “I’m shy.”
Sienna raised an eyebrow. “You? You’re never shy.”
“I know,” you admitted, feeling a bit flustered. “It’s just… different with him. I don’t know why.”
Sienna sighed dramatically. “Fine, I’ll do it for you then. But you owe me coffee.”
You shot up from your seat, grabbing her arm to stop her. “No, wait! Please don’t.”
Sienna looked at you, puzzled. “Are you sure? He seems like a really nice guy. It wouldn’t hurt to just say hi.”
You shook your head, giving her a pleading look. “I don’t want to rush things. Just let me handle it.”
Sienna studied you for a moment, then sighed and relented. “Alright, alright. I won’t push it. But you better get on with it soon, or I’m going to start making plans for you.”
You breathed a sigh of relief, and Sienna returned to her seat, shaking her head but with a smile. You knew you needed to muster the courage to talk to Jeno on your own terms, but now is not the right time yet. Of course that’s just an excuse, but you wanted to believe it.
Once more, you found yourself at the city library, where you spotted Jeno studying with Jaemin. You decided to sit at a table right behind them, carefully positioning yourself so that Jaemin’s back was to you. This way, you could observe Jeno without risking being seen by your friend.
As you settled into your seat, you pulled out your notes and pretended to study, though your attention was primarily focused on Jeno. You discreetly stole glances over the top of your book, trying to catch glimpses of his expressions and the way he animatedly explained something to Jaemin. You found yourself fixated on his lips, the way they moved and the way they’re so pink and plump.
Just as you were lost in the sight of him, Jeno’s gaze flicked in your direction, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment. Your heart skipped a beat, and you quickly ducked behind your book, pretending to be engrossed in your notes. You could almost feel your cheeks heating up, and you cursed yourself for being so obvious. Surely, he didn’t realize you’d been staring at him, right?
You were probably wrong. He definitely saw that.
Trying to regain your composure, you forced yourself to focus on your studies, though your mind kept drifting back to that fleeting moment of eye contact. You stole another glance from behind the cover of your book, only to find that Jeno had returned to his conversation with Jaemin, seemingly unaware of your presence. You let out a quiet sigh of relief, but the excitement and nervousness of the encounter lingered, making it hard to concentrate on anything other than him.
Exams arrived, and you couldn’t help but regret not studying as diligently as you should have. You knew you wouldn’t fail any of them, but you braced yourself for some disappointing scores. That did not stop you from attending an off-campus house party though.
The party was in full swing when you arrived, and you were having a blast with your girlfriends. Amid the laughter and music, you spotted Jeno with his group of friends. Your friends, in high spirits, decided to make a bet involving a game of flip-cup. The stakes were simple: if you lose, you had to go up and talk to Jeno.
“News travel fast,” you snickered, eyeing Sienna in particular.
Sienna shrugged nonchalantly. “Wasn’t me. They found out by themselves.”
“Yeah, you weren’t as slick as you thought,” said Olive, tossing the cup towards you.
“Don’t worry, babe,” said Kayla, squeezing your shoulder gently. “No one’s ratting you out.”
As the game progressed, you tried your best to lose, but Flip Cup just so happened to be one of those games you were oddly good at. Every time you thought you were about to lose, you somehow managed to pull through.
“Oh, come on! Just let her lose already,” Kayla teased from the sidelines, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
“You’re actually scared to talk to Jeno, are you?” Sienna asked with a grin, playfully nudging you. “There’s no way you’re this good.”
“I’m not scared!” you protested, though you were starting to sweat. “I’m just… strategically holding back.”
Your friends exchanged amused glances, clearly not buying your excuse. “You know what? I don’t even need this,” you said with a dramatic flair, taking a big swig of the spiked punch in your red cup. “I’m gonna go talk to him right now.”
“Oooh,” your friends chorused.
With newfound confidence, you made your way toward Jeno’s group. He stood by the music console with a few others, talking and laughing. You clenched and unclenched your fists, trying to squeeze out the nervousness that was starting to creep back in. The closer you got, the more your heart pounded, your palms growing clammy.
It would be easier if he was alone, you thought and it was like the universe heard your plea because his friends walked away from him, rushing somewhere else while cheering. You took a deep breath, trying to muster up the courage to approach him. Just when you were almost within reach, Haechan unexpectedly passed by.
Without thinking, you grabbed his arm, veering off course. “Hi! I’ve been looking for you!” you blurted out, trying to sound casual.
Haechan blinked at you, baffled. “What? Why? What did I do?”
You forced a smile, dragging him further away from Jeno’s group. “Nothing. Just wanted to catch up with you!”
Haechan gave you a suspicious look, noting how you kept glancing over your shoulder. “What’s going on? You’re acting weird.”
When you were safely out of sight, you finally let go of Haechan and waved him off. “Go away.”
Haechan pointed at himself in mock disbelief. “Me? Go away? You’re the one who dragged me over here!”
“Well, thanks for your service. I don’t need you anymore,” you quipped, turning on your heel and heading back to your girlfriends. You were welcomed by their disappointed gazes.
“That was so anticlimactic,” Kayla remarked, shaking her head.
“Oh, shut up,” you sighed, rolling your eyes, though you couldn’t hide the rueful smile tugging at your lips.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter and drinks. By the time you got home, you were drunk but wide awake, whining to your friends as you sprawled out on the living room carpet. Squinting up at the ceiling, you muttered, “I’m home.”
“Yeah, you are,” Sienna replied, nodding as she watched you.
You pointed at the lightbulb above you. “But I don’t see Jeno Lee. He should be here.”
“He probably would be if you didn’t chicken out at the last minute,” Sienna scolded, shaking her head. “And you’re not in your bedroom, dumbass. Get up!”
You groaned, closing your eyes as you smiled. “Next time... maybe.”
Sienna rolled her eyes and nudged you with her foot. “Yeah, sure. We’ll believe it when we see it.”
Days passed with you casually crossing paths with Jeno more often. It was like the universe had decided to make him appear everywhere you went. You noticed that you both arrived on campus around the same time, late in the morning at 10:30. He was often at the quad, surrounded by friends or just passing by. Each glimpse of him was like a small thrill, a bright spot in your routine school day.
The public library was a hit-or-miss; sometimes he was there, and other times he wasn’t. Still, you went there every day out of habit, mainly to read and also to see him if he happened to be there.
You got to know him in this way, piecing together bits of his life through observations and casual conversations with others. You learned about his friends, his classes, and his easygoing personality. He seemed to be well-liked by everyone, always ready with a smile or a kind word.
But there was one place you rarely saw him: the food court. It has been a while since you found out about him, and despite having mutual friends, you have yet to talk to him or share the same space. Today, you walked into the food court and scanned the place for any sign of him, only to be disappointed by his absence.
You settled on the chair next to Kayla, fixing your bag. Sliding next to you, Kayla whispered, “You look glum. Haven’t seen your crush today yet?”
You rolled your eyes at her mischievous grin. “No. And I’m not glum at all! Especially not because of that.”
Sienna snickered from her spot next to Haechan. “Yeah, you are totally glum because of that.”
Just as you were about to retort, you caught sight of Jeno walking into the cafeteria. Your heart skipped a beat as you watched him navigate through the crowd, his easy smile drawing you in. He greeted a few friends with casual high-fives and settled into a seat with a group of students—Mark, Jaemin, and Yangyang among them.
Kayla nudged you, a knowing look in her eyes. “There he is.”
“Yeah, don’t care,” you said, but the grin spreading across your face was a clear contradiction of your words.
Haechan shuddered exaggeratedly. “You’re so creepy when you smile like that.”
You shot him a glare. “And? How about making yourself useful to me for once and make it so that we can have lunch together?”
Haechan flashed a challenging smirk. “Think you can handle it?”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you opened your salad. “Never mind. I don’t need your help. I can manage my own love life.”
“Sure you can,” he jeered. “Isn’t that why you still haven’t talked to him after all this time?”
You were about to snap back when Sienna interjected, “Table manners, sweethearts.”
Haechan rolled his eyes, then mimed zipping his lips. “Your friend is annoying,” he muttered to Sienna.
“And your boyfriend is super annoying,” you retorted.
“Your friend is ultra—” Haechan started, but Sienna cut him off.
“Stop it,” Sienna chided sternly. He quickly complied, pretending to lock his lips. “Ugh, kids.”
In the afternoon, as you were walking through the Arts building, you spotted a familiar figure down the hallway. It was Jeno! Your stomach fluttered, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing there. Curiosity got the best of you, and after some subtle investigation—okay, maybe a little eavesdropping—you discovered the reason. He had taken up Carpentry as an elective!
To make things even better, you were in that class! You had chosen it just for fun, but with Jeno there, your mind raced with possibilities as you found something new to look forward to. Did this mean you’d see him more often? What should you do? You have no idea yet, for now, you must go to class.
When saw him there, you could barely keep your eyes off him but you had to try. Though you didn’t have any chances to talk yet, you were content with just seeing him there, sharing the same space.
Later, you told Sienna and Kayla about it, your head floating in the clouds out of sheer joy. They exchanged amused looks, teasing you mercilessly about your "carpenter crush," but they understood your fascination, even if they enjoyed poking fun at you.
Carpentry was scheduled every Tuesday and Thursday. On Thursday, as you were heading to class, you found yourself walking behind him. He was talking to one of his friends, his laughter echoing in the hallway. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a warm glow inside.
In class, you worked on your project, stealing glances at Jeno every now and then. The room smelled of clay, and the sound of tools clinking filled the air. He was focused on his own work, unaware of your silent admiration. It was enough for now, you told yourself. Just being near him was enough.
But as you worked on your project, sneaking glances at him, you knew this was just the beginning. There was a quiet contentment in being near him, but a part of you couldn’t help but hope for more—just one conversation, one chance to see if your feelings were more than just a crush.
“What are your plans for the Sports Fest?” Kayla asked, nudging your arm. “I’ll be doing Badminton Doubles with Olive.”
In the living room of your apartment, you and your friends gathered around the coffee table, eating takeout from a fast food restaurant. Everyone in your close circle was there, and you had asked them to bring Jeno but apparently, he had plans.
You waved your hand dismissively as you swallowed your food. “Hard pass. I’m still healing from that awful injury last year,” you replied, massaging your right wrist.
During last year’s sports fest, you played volleyball for your department. You remembered the sharp pain as you fell on your arm, the way your wrist twisted awkwardly beneath you. It had long since healed, but the memory of that day still lingered, leaving you with an irrational fear of getting hurt again. It was an awful experience that you would rather not relive.
“I thought you’re completely healed?” asked Mark, taking your hand to examine your wrist. “Did you break a bone? I thought it was just a sprain.”
“I’m just exaggerating,” you snickered, retracting your hand. “My wrist is healed but my heart is not. It’s called trauma.”
“Yeah, I know what it’s called,” Mark chuckled.
You eyed him curiously. “What about you? Basketball?”
Mark nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Honestly, I can’t wait to kick Yangyang’s ass.”
Across the room on the leather couch, Yangyang was gobbling his burger. Unable to speak with his mouth full, he flipped a middle finger at Mark, who just laughed.
“Ah, I almost forgot!” Mark exclaimed, looking at you with widened eyes. “Jeno’s playing too!”
The mention of Jeno made your face light up. “He is?”
“Look at you all bright and excited,” Jaemin teased.
Renjun smirked, patting his hands as he finished his food. “Watch her betray her department and cheer for a different team again. Like she did last year for her ex.”
“Oh my god!” you exclaimed, covering your ears and closing your eyes. “No bad words on the dinner table.”
Sienna leaned in with a smirk. “Wanna bet she’d cheer for the Humanities Department this year?”
Kayla chimed in, “Pass. We all know she’d support Jeno no matter what.”
You rolled your eyes, but the thought lingered. “We’ll see,” you mumbled, hiding your smile behind another bite of food. “I’ll be there for all your games, though. Moral support and all.”
The three-day Sports Fest dawned on NCIT with a strong air of festivity and excitement. Banners and streamers hung around the campus, bearing the crests and colors of each department. For the first two days, you cheered and supported your friends in their respective sports, while making sure not to miss each one of Jeno’s basketball games. In between games, you enjoyed the booths that the clubs had set up on the campus grounds. There were food stalls with a variety of snacks and meal sets. There were fair games with plush toys for prizes. Your favorite was the photobooth where you and your friends took lots of pictures to commemorate the event.
The last day of the event was for championships. To showcase the camaraderie of the student body, everyone dressed in the colors of their respective departments, and the entire campus thrummed with cheers and enthusiasm for the day.
You wore a vivid blue shirt bearing the crest of the Humanities Department and throughout the day, you moved courts cheering for your friends in their respective sports. Haechan did well in his soccer game, and Kayla seemed to have secured the silver for your department. But the highlight of your day was the basketball championship.
It was a match between the Humanities Department and the Engineering Department. The covered court was booming with cheers from the students who filled up the bleachers. The school band played an upbeat tune, adding to the festive atmosphere. You and your friends went early to get the best seats to watch the game. The blue flaglets in your hand blended with everyone else on your side of the court. On the other, green long balloons were cheering for the Engineering department.
Players were warming up down at the court, stretching, and doing practice shooting before the game officially began. Mark spotted your group and waved two hands at you.
“Boo!” Yangyang jeered beside you with his thumbs down. He was salty after his Business Department lost to Engineering yesterday.
You looked for Jeno among the different faces. There he was, dressed in his uniform—white and green jersey, matching shorts, and sneakers that seemed to gleam under the bright lights. The uniform hugged his athletic build, showcasing his toned muscles and broad shoulders. He blended in with the team but the way he moved with an easy grace and confident stride made him stand out even more in your eyes.
“Close your mouth!” Jaemin teased, earning a chorus of laughter from your friends. “We don’t want Jeno to see you drooling.”
You quickly clamped your mouth shut, feeling your cheeks heat up as Sienna nudged you with a knowing smile. Still, you couldn’t take your eyes off Jeno. The way he carried himself and the way his eyes sparkled with excitement made him look even more captivating. It was as if he was glowing, radiating an aura of coolness and charisma.
As the final minutes before the game ticked away, the energy in the court grew higher. You could feel your pulse quicken in sync with the rising tension in the air. The earlier games and festivities had been thrilling, but this match was the one you’d been waiting for. You couldn’t help but wonder if Jeno had noticed you in the crowd during his previous games, or if he was too focused on the game to even glance your way. The thought made your heart race, but you pushed it aside, deciding to enjoy the view instead.
As the game started, the energy in the court surged to new heights. You were on the edge of your seat, your heart pounding in time with the rhythm of the game. The Humanities Department was strong, but your eyes were only on Jeno and his team. Every time the Engineering Department scored, you couldn’t help but leap to your feet, waving your blue flaglets as if they were green.
“Go, Engineering!” you shouted, your voice ringing out loud and clear among the crowd. You were so absorbed in cheering for Jeno that you didn’t even notice the confused looks from your own department. It was strange, even to you, seeing someone in the vivid blue of Humanities cheering so passionately for the opposing team.
It didn’t take long for Jeno to notice your enthusiastic support. During a brief pause in the game, he glanced in your direction. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes met, and a slow, amused smile spread across his face. You could feel your cheeks flush, but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling back, your heart soaring.
Throughout the game, you continued to cheer louder than anyone else, your voice echoing across the court. Every time Jeno glanced your way, you felt a thrill shoot through you, making you cheer even louder. At one point, he made a particularly impressive play—a quick steal and a flawless layup—that had you jumping to your feet with a wild cheer.
As he jogged back down the court, he caught your eye again and flashed you another smile, a playful glint in his eyes that sent you straight to cloud nine. It was as if the rest of the world had faded away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of shared glances and silent connections.
“Are you even from Humanities?” Yangyang teased, nudging you with his elbow. “You might as well be wearing green.”
You just laughed, too giddy to care about the odd looks you were getting. Nothing else mattered at that moment. All you could think about was Jeno—how his every move seemed effortless, how his smiles made you feel like you were the only one in the crowd.
The game continued, but you were already winning in your own way, basking in the warmth of Jeno’s attention. Mark had been grinning mischievously at you, clearly amused by your bold display.
The game was intense, with both teams neck and neck until the final quarter. The tension in the air was palpable, every dribble and pass holding the crowd in suspense. You were on your feet almost the entire time, cheering your heart out for the Engineering team, and especially for Jeno. With every basket, your voice rose above the rest, earning even more curious and amused glances from those around you.
As the clock ticked down the final seconds, the Engineering team managed to pull ahead by just a few points. The crowd roared as Jeno’s team scored the winning basket, securing the championship title. You screamed with joy, jumping up and down, waving your flaglets wildly. It didn’t matter that you were in blue—you felt like you were part of the victory too.
After the game, as the teams shook hands and congratulated each other, you noticed Mark heading your way, with Jeno walking right beside him. Your heart skipped a beat again, and you tried to calm your racing thoughts as they approached.
Mark grinned widely as he reached you. “Hey, Jeno,” he said, turning to his friend, “I’ve got to introduce you to the loudest cheerleader you had out there today.”
You felt a blush creeping up your neck as Mark gestured toward you. Jeno’s eyes sparkled with recognition, and that familiar smile curved on his lips.
“I am honored,” Jeno said, his voice warm and teasing. “I could hear you all the way from the court. Thanks for the support, even though you’re… clearly not from Engineering.”
You laughed, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. “I couldn’t help it,” you admitted, grinning up at him. “You guys were just too good.”
Jeno chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “We appreciate it. You should consider switching departments,” he added playfully.
You shook your head, still smiling. “I’m pretty attached to Humanities. I’ll always root for you though.”
“Good to know,” Jeno said, his eyes meeting yours with a softness that made your heart flutter all over again.
Mark smirked, clearly pleased with himself for setting up this interaction. “You guys are coming to the party tonight, right?”
You shrugged, glancing at your friends behind you. “We wouldn’t miss it!” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.
“Great,” Jeno said, his smile widening. “Let’s celebrate, then.”
As the crowd began to disperse and the festivities moved off the court, you couldn’t believe your luck. As you walked out of the court, surrounded by friends and buzzing with excitement, you couldn’t help but feel like something wonderful had begun.
“The ship is finally sailing!” Kayla chimed as you exited the campus together with Sienna.
“About damn time!” Sienna exclaimed and the three of you squealed in excitement.
Tonight, you will talk to Jeno Lee. You had finally made up your mind about it. It should be so hard now, considering he now knows of your existence and you two had already been introduced.
You arrived at the provided address with Kayla, wrapped in thick coats due to the cold weather. The house was a sprawling two-story with a large backyard, and it was already rowdy. Music blared from the speakers set up on the patio, and the air was filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter.
Inside, the party was in full swing and you had to lose your coats due to the hotter atmosphere. The living room was packed with students, some lounging on plush sofas while others danced to the beat of the music. Red solo cups and plates of snacks were scattered everywhere, and the whole house was filled with the aroma of pizza and chips. Green LED lights and the Engineering department’s green banners added a nice touch.
You were there to have fun, that’s a given. But you were mainly there to see Jeno, you wouldn’t deny that fact. It wasn’t hard to find him. He was standing near the snack table, talking and laughing with a group of friends. He seemed to be in high spirits, smiling and looking handsome under the warm glow of the lights.
He moved across the room, catching your eye, and for a moment, you froze, wondering if he noticed you. When he settled on a single couch and pulled out his phone, you took this as your cue to approach him.
“Okay. Calm down,” you told yourself, steadying your breathing. “You’re just gonna say hi. Tell him he did great at the game or something.”
With your heart pounding, you started walking towards him, rehearsing your words in your mind. Just as you were about five steps away, you noticed a girl walk up to Jeno. She had a confident stride and a friendly smile. Your steps faltered, and you hesitated, watching as they exchanged a few words. And then, in a moment that felt like it was stretching on forever, they kissed.
It was a brief but unmistakable kiss, a tender connection that spoke volumes. His hand around her waist was firm, and the smile he gave her should have been sweet, but it was painful for you to look at.
Your heart sank, and the world around you seemed to blur. The warmth of the party, the music, and the lively chatter all faded into a distant hum. A cold, empty feeling settled in your chest, making it hard to breathe. It felt as though someone had pressed pause on your world, leaving you standing on the edge of a scene you could no longer be a part of.
You turned away quickly, embarrassed and worried someone might notice you gawking. You took a deep breath, lifted your chin, and walked the opposite way, pretending you hadn’t seen anything. But the image was seared into your mind, refusing to fade.
You forced a smile at some students who recognized you, but your heart was aching so badly that you felt like crying. The excitement of the evening had dimmed, replaced by a feeling of quiet sadness. Still, you forced yourself to stay, determined not to let the moment ruin the night entirely. You were supposed to have fun here, after all, however difficult that might be now.
“Hey, you okay?” Kayla suddenly appeared by your side, his eyes searching your face.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied, forcing another smile. “Just needed some air.”
Kayla didn’t seem convinced, but she didn’t push it. Instead, she looped her arm through yours. “Let’s find something to drink.”
You nodded, grateful for the distraction. The two of you made your way to the kitchen, where a group of students were mixing drinks and chatting loudly. You grabbed a soda and pretended to listen to the conversations around you, though your mind kept drifting back to what you had just witnessed.
After a few minutes, Kayla nudged you. “There’s Sienna and Haechan! Let’s go say hi.”
You followed her gaze and spotted the couple near the back door, laughing with a group of students. She greeted you both with a big hug, immediately noticing your mood.
“What’s up?” Sienna asked, her brow furrowed in concern.
You shrugged, trying to downplay it. “Just tired.”
Sienna eyed you for a moment before nodding. “Well, this party better wake you up! Come on, let’s dance.”
You allowed yourself to be dragged to the makeshift dance floor, where the music was louder, and the energy was infectious. You danced along with Kayla and Sienna, trying to lose yourself in the rhythm. For a moment, it worked. You laughed and moved to the beat, letting the music drown out your thoughts.
But it wasn’t long before your mind wandered back to Jeno. You caught glimpses of him across the room, and each time, the image of him with that girl played on repeat in your head. It hurt more than you wanted to admit.
As the night wore on, you found yourself sitting on the living room couch, watching people play, talk, and drink. Your mind floated to space, consumed by thoughts of Jeno. Everything had gone so wrong so fast. Suddenly, this whole crush thing felt ridiculous and stupid. How classic of you to jump into something without carefully measuring the fall.
Just as you were about to drown in your thoughts, Mark appeared from the crowd, smiling as he skipped over to you and plopped down on the couch beside you. “There you are! Having fun?”
“Hey,” you said weakly, trying to muster some enthusiasm. But Mark’s scowl told you that you weren’t fooling him.
“Apparently not. Is everything okay?” Mark asked, concern etched across his face.
You hesitated, then let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah. Just… tired,” you replied, chuckling softly as you leaned your head on his shoulder. “I should probably just go home.”
“Why? Shouldn’t you be talking to Jeno right now?”
“Ugh, forget it. I don’t like him anymore.”
Mark winced. “What happened? Did you find an ick that made you cringe?”
You exhaled sharply, glaring at him. “Go away if you’re just gonna talk about Jeno all night.”
“Alright, fine. I won’t,” he chuckled heartily, raising his hands in surrender. Then, he offered you his bottle of beer with a grin.
Without hesitating, you grabbed it and chugged the contents in one go. The cold liquid burned down your throat, and you burped a little too loudly, causing Mark to burst out laughing. You were annoyed at first, but his laughter was contagious, and soon enough, you found yourself laughing along with him. The heavy weight on your chest lifted even only for a moment, replaced by a warmth that spread through you, making everything a little more bearable.
It wasn’t difficult at all to push Jeno out of your mind: you just had to focus on other things. Mornings began with the shrill ring of the alarm, followed by a hasty breakfast and the walk to school. Classes became a sanctuary of focus. The workload was manageable, and you found a rhythm in balancing your assignments with extracurricular activities. You continued to be the congenial girl that you are, making friends here and there while keeping up with old ones.
Carpentry class, however, was a different story. Jeno sat just a few tables away, his presence a constant, aching reminder. You occasionally caught glimpses of him, but your gazes never lingered anymore, concentrating instead on your projects.
Lunchtimes were spent mostly with Kayla and Sienna—Haechan too since he couldn’t seem to stand being away from his girlfriend. You shared stories and laughter over cafeteria food that ranged from surprisingly decent to downright questionable. You talk about your classes, your adjustments, and, occasionally, the lingering shadow of your crush. They couldn’t believe their ears when you said you didn’t like him anymore. When you refused to tell them why, they didn’t press for an answer.
Afternoons were reserved for your favorite spot in the public library. It was your quiet retreat, and if Jeno happened to be there, you hardly noticed. Your focus was on your reading and studies, pushing aside any lingering thoughts of him.
Evenings are quieter. You come home, tired but content, and reflect on the day’s events. You sit at your desk, do your homework, and occasionally glance at social media, where Jeno’s updates serve as a bittersweet reminder of a failed romance—not that it even began in the first place.
Fate had other plans though. Like a prank just to rain on your parade, you were paired with Jeno for a Carpentry project.
If this had happened before you discovered he was taken, you would have been over the moon with excitement, thrilled by the prospect of working closely with him. But now, all you could feel was apprehension and awkwardness.
“Looks like we’re partners,” he said, his heart-melting smile making it impossible to ignore the flutter in your chest.
“Yeah, looks like it,” you replied, striving for nonchalance despite the storm of emotions brewing inside you.
As you both settled at a table, the world seemed to shrink to just the two of you and the project before you. You mentally scolded yourself, determined not to fall back into the crazy crush you’d put behind you.
“So, where do we start?” you asked, pulling out your notebook and your pen case out of your bag.
Before responding, Jeno tilted his head slightly, studying you with a curious expression. “You don’t remember me, do you?”
Nervousness engulfed you. “What do you mean?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
“The taxi cab a few months back,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. “It was pouring and I barged into your cab.”
You laughed shyly. “Of course. I remember.”
He nodded, leaning back slightly. “What about before that?”
“Before?” you asked stupidly, racking your brain.
“The library. You fell, and I—”
“Ah!” you exclaimed, suddenly recalling the day you first met him. You laughed softly, shaking your head. “How could I forget?”
Jeno chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, you remembered? Why didn’t you say anything?”
You scoffed. “Why didn’t you?”
He shrugged. “I thought you might not recognize me.”
Oh god, Jeno, if you only knew, you thought, suppressing a smile. “Well, now we know,” you said in feigned indifference. There was a moment of silence, a comfortable one, where the two of you simply looked at each other, a newfound connection sparking between you.
“So,” you said, breaking the silence with a smile. You pressed a thumb on the sheet handed to you by Mr. Harris. “Shall we get started?”
“Sure,” he replied, his smile widening.
This could be it—the beginning of something new, a chance to turn a long-held crush into a real connection. And you would have been ready for it if not for the fact that he had a girlfriend. So you pushed your feelings aside and resolved to not step out of the line.
What started as an academic collaboration soon turned into something more comfortable and natural. You got to know each other in the few days you spent working together so far. Your task was to create a fully functional reclining chair, and from the outset, it was clear that this was going to be a challenging project. The first day, you both laid out the design, Jeno’s enthusiasm was infectious and it was clear that he was enjoying this class, unlike you who only signed up for fun.
“I think we should go with a sleek, modern look,” he suggested, his eyes bright with excitement. You nodded in agreement, appreciating his vision and passion for the project.
Jeno was surprisingly meticulous with his measurements and cuts, his focus sharp and his explanations clear. You found his dedication impressive and his passion for the craft endearing. He showed you how to properly measure and cut the wood. His patience and willingness to teach made the learning process enjoyable.
One afternoon, as you worked on sanding the wooden pieces, Jeno shared a story about his childhood, describing how his father used to involve him in small woodworking projects around the house. His eyes lit up with nostalgia, and you could see the joy in his voice as he spoke. It was a side of him you hadn’t seen before, and it made you appreciate him even more.
In return, you told him about your own experiences, your hobbies, and the challenges you faced when balancing school and extracurriculars. Jeno listened intently, his smile genuine and his responses thoughtful. The conversation flowed easily, and you found yourself laughing more than you had in a long time.
During these sessions, you learned that Jeno was more than just a charming basketball player. He was kind, thoughtful, and had a dry sense of humor that made you chuckle. You also discovered that he was a great listener, always eager to hear your thoughts and ideas. Despite your resolve to forget about your crush, you couldn’t deny that he was easy to talk to and genuinely pleasant to be around. Funny how it was so much easier to get to know him and talk to him now that you decided to forget having a crush on him.
Still, there was no point in hoping to make a special connection with someone who’s taken.
“You were really good at it,” you told him once when you happened to talk about the Engineering Department’s basketball win. You were in the workshop, watching him color the sketch you made for your project.
“Not good enough to be MVP,” he said, shaking his head without lifting his head. “Speaking of, you were really supportive then.”
You shrugged, mentally rolling your eyes at how silly you were at the time. “I’m a fan of Mark’s when it comes to basketball,” you said, saving face with a harmless lie. “You were amazing too, so I thought you deserved the cheers.”
Jeno chuckled heartily, eyes crinkling as he looked up at you momentarily. The mole under his eye was a cute distraction. “You’re praising me too much. I should take you out to dinner.”
You flashed a deadpan expression before you burst out laughing. Jeno watched you with a goofy grin.
“I guess that was too fast, huh? Should I have gone for coffee instead?” he said and you could swear he was flirting with you.
Rolling your eyes, you brushed your assumptions aside. “I am tempted. But I must decline.”
He shrugged, taking your rejection in stride. “I’ll try again tomorrow then.”
“Charming,” you mocked. “It’s a shame you’re in a relationship. I would have accepted.”
Jeno’s hand froze on the sketchpad, looking up at you with a confused expression. “I’m in a relationship? Since when?”
“Since—” you paused, realizing the tone of his voice just now. “Wait, you’re not?”
You stared at each other, confusion and bewilderment visible on your faces. Before either of you could break the silence, Mr. Harris arrived to dismiss the class.
“I have to go,” you told him, gathering your stuff in haste before rushing out of the room.
The living room of Renjun, Haechan, and Yangyang’s shared apartment was peaceful, the slow melodic music playing in the background bringing a tranquil vibe to the space. Sitting on the carpeted floor with their heads resting on the couch were Haechan, Jaemin, and Mark. The three of them had sheet masks on their faces, and on the coffee table sat a humidifier fogging the room with a sweet citrusy vanilla scent.
Renjun sat on the sofa, reading a book while also wearing a sheet mask. From the small kitchen, Sienna emerged with a glass of water.
“How’s it going?” she asked, beaming at the calming view of her friends taking care of their skin. It was her idea, of course. They do this once every two weeks, even calling it Spa Day.
“I look forward to this every time, Sienna,” said Jaemin before taking a deep breath.
Kayla appeared next to Sienna with a smirk. “You’re doing God’s work, S. I doubt these boys would recognize a moisturizer if it smacked them on the face.”
“Or a sunscreen,” Sienna added and the two shared a laugh. “They’re running late, aren’t they?” she asked, referring to you and Yangyang.
“Well, Yangyang said he’s opting out because he needs to be somewhere today. As for our girl—” Kayla was cut off by the loud sound of the door slamming open. The sound briefly shattered the tranquility of the atmosphere, catching everyone off-guard and even causing Renjun to jolt up from his seat.
All eyes turned to the doorway where you stood with your hand on the door, huffing as if you’d been running. Your eyes were wide and color seemed to have been drained from your face.
“Speak of the devil,” Kayla quipped, walking over to you.
Haechan tutted sternly. “Did you really have to slam the door like that? You’re so dramatic.”
Ignoring Haechan’s taunting, you walked into the flat and stood in front of Jaemin and Mark, who both looked up at you curiously.
“What’s up?” Jaemin asked, grinning.
“Tell me. Does Jeno have a girlfriend?”
Mark’s brows furrowed. “Not that I know of,” he said, turning to Jaemin for confirmation.
Jaemin shook his head at Mark and turned to you. “No. He doesn’t.”
You dropped your bag on the floor and knelt next to Jaemin, placing your shaking hands on his forearm. “But I saw him kiss this gorgeous girl at the Engineering party last month.”
“Really?” he questioned. He pondered for a moment and you shook his arms impatiently. “Last month? Then it must have been Camille from Com-Sci.”
“Do you know her?” you asked, confusion and concern evident.
“Yeah, she asked Jeno out, but he turned her down. I thought they might have hooked up, but Jeno said nothing happened,” Jaemin explained.
You cast a suspicious gaze at him. “Are you lying?”
Jaemin scoffed. “No. Why would I lie to you?”
“So, he’s single?” you asked, your voice tinged with relief.
“Pretty much,” Jaemin confirmed.
“Does he… you know… sleep around?” you asked hesitantly.
Jaemin chuckled, shaking his head. “Not as far as I know. But if he did, I’d rather not talk about his sex life.”
You rose to your feet, heading for the couch and slumping on it, face first. Thoughts raced in your head, so many of them at the same time that it was almost incoherent.
Mark turned to you on the couch. “Wait, you said you didn’t like him anymore? Was that the reason?”
“Oh my god!” Kayla exclaimed, realization slowly dawning on your friends.
“You saw him kiss a girl?” Renjun recalled, looking lost and confused. “And thought she was his girlfriend?”
“Yes,” you said, your voice muffled by the soft couch. You flailed your arms and kicked your legs in frustration. “God! I was so stupid!”
Sienna sat on the couch, taking your head and gently placing it on her lap. “No, you’re not. It was a completely normal reaction. I’d think he’s dating someone too if I saw him kiss her.”
“Right?” you blurted, lifting your head to see her face. You shifted on the couch, sitting up properly. “But that was a total miss, wasn’t it?”
“Kind of,” Sienna shrugged.
“Yeah, you should have just asked,” Mark added, smoothing out the sheet mask on his face.
Kayla sat on your other side. “So if he’s single, does that mean you can take another shot at him? You guys know each other now, right?”
You smiled sheepishly. “I don’t know. I’m kinda bummed now. Although I’m gonna be honest, I’m relieved that he’s single. I just… lost the motivation.”
“You still like him though, right?” Sienna asked.
You nodded and the girls exchanged looks. Kayla said, “Then what’s stopping you now?”
The realization began to settle in. Maybe things weren’t as complicated as you’d thought. This could very well be the universe giving you a second chance. Perhaps now you can approach him without the weight of false assumptions.
You shook your head slowly, processing the revelation. “What am I even gonna do about it? It’s not like I had a shot in the first place.”
Jaemin chuckled mischievously. “I don’t know why you’re saying that, but I think you have a clear shot.”
“Yeah. You can’t give up now after everything you’ve done so far!”
Haechan giggled beside Sienna. “Did anyone else notice that whenever we do Spa Day, we get juicy girl conversations like this?”
Leave it to Haechan to ruin an otherwise lovely moment. As you laughed along with your friends, you felt a renewed sense of hope. Maybe this time, things could turn out differently.
The familiar scent of freshly cut wood and the sound of saws and sanders filled the air as you entered the Carpentry workshop. Your eyes scanned the room, landing on Jeno. He was already there, engrossed in his work, brows furrowed in concentration as he shaped a piece of wood.
Oddly, it felt gratifying to see him now knowing he wasn’t actually in love with someone. The sight of him always made your heart race, but today it felt different—more hopeful. You walked over to your workstation, trying to appear casual while stealing glances at him.
Jeno looked up and caught your eye, giving you a small, friendly nod. You returned the gesture, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. The knowledge that Jeno was single was a game-changer, but pursuing a relationship with him was an entirely different dilemma. You first needed to figure out if he even liked you at all.
Just the thought of being rejected was already bruising your pride and crushing your spirit. For now, you were resolved to act as normally as possible around him and avoid revealing your feelings.
You smiled, feeling a little self-conscious. Relax, you told yourself. It’s not like he—or anyone else—can read your mind. “Actually, yeah. Could you show me how to get this joint right?”
“Sure thing,” he said, his voice calm and patient. He walked over, and you held your breath nervously as he stood close to you. Trying to focus on his instructions, you found your gaze fixated on his lips.
“You got that?” he asked, eyes meeting yours.
You blinked, surprised and confused. “Sorry?”
Jeno chuckled lightly. “It’ll be easier if I just show you. Here.”
He took your hands in his, placing them on the piece of wood. The warmth from his skin seeped onto yours, sending a blush to your already burning cheeks. You mentally scolded yourself for being awkward and reminded yourself to breathe or you’d pass out.
Unaware of your mental struggle, Jeno guided your hands deftly, showing you the right angle. “See? It’s all about the angle,” he said, glancing up and catching your gaze. You quickly looked away, cheeks flushing.
“Got it,” you mumbled, attempting to steady your racing heart. Whatever happened to not being obvious? you screamed in your head.
As he continued to explain, you found yourself relaxing, letting his steady presence and soothing voice calm your nerves. You managed to follow his instructions, feeling a small surge of triumph when you finally got it right.
“There you go,” Jeno said with a smile, his eyes twinkling with approval. “You’re a natural.”
“Thanks,” you replied, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in your stomach.
“Anytime,” he said, still standing close.
As days turned into weeks, you found yourself admiring Jeno more and more. His dedication to the project was evident in every detail, from the meticulous sanding of each piece to the careful assembly of the frame. He was not just talented but also incredibly kind and encouraging, always ready with a smile or a reassuring word when you struggled with a task.
One afternoon, as you both worked on the chair’s reclining mechanism, Jeno glanced over at you, his expression thoughtful. “You’ve got a real knack for this,” he said, his voice warm with sincerity. “I’m impressed.”
Your heart fluttered at his compliment, and you felt a rush of gratitude. “Thanks, Jeno. I couldn’t have done it without your help,” you replied, meeting his gaze.
Your admiration for him grew with each shared glance and quiet conversation. During breaks, you chatted about everything from school to personal interests, laughing together over jokes and enjoying companionable silence. The air between you was charged with a growing sense of familiarity and ease.
“Do you have any hobbies outside of this?” he asked one day, genuinely curious.
“I love photography,” you admitted, feeling more comfortable sharing your passions with him. “Though I’m not very good at it. I like to sketch too, sometimes.”
“Oh yeah. The sketch you made for this chair was awesome. It looked like you can actually touch the details,” Jeno said, a smile spreading across his face.
“Yeah, you already told me that,” you chimed.
“Maybe you could show me some of your work sometime.”
“Hmm. I only show it to my close friends,” you teased, grinning at him when he clutched his chest pretending to be hurt by your words.
“Four weeks of being partners and I still don’t count as a close friend?” he questioned, face contorted in mock offense and curiosity.
“You're overreacting. Four weeks is only eight days for us, Jeno Lee. We have Carpentry class on Tuesdays and Thursdays only.”
“But we worked on this outside class last Friday.”
“Once. That’s nine days. Still not a lot of time,” you quipped. It was gradual but the boundaries between project partners and friends began to blur for you and Jeno, which is why you now feel comfortable just hanging out and joking around like this. Although you’re still gaga about him and get butterflies over the smallest gestures, you no longer get tongue-tied or nervous around him.
You went from sneaking glances at him in the cafeteria to sharing lunch together twice. From admiring him quietly in the quad or the library to smiling and saying ‘Hi’. You were definitely friends now, although not as close. It was a welcome change, making you look forward to every school day.
One particularly memorable afternoon, you both struggled with the final adjustments to the chair. You have been working on this mechanism for a while now and still couldn’t get it to work properly. You’ve done everything you possibly could, even getting hands-on help from your professor.
“Now, then,” Mr Harris said, wiping the sweat on his forehead. “Try that again.”
You nodded, feeling a surge of determination. Working together, you managed to align the pieces perfectly, and the chair finally reclined smoothly. There were quiet gasps in the classroom while you and Jeno stared at each other with mouths hanging open.
“Oh my god!” you exclaimed, hands flying over your mouth. Quietly, you added, “We did it.”
Jeno’s smile was warm and relieved. “We did it,” he echoed.
.Overwhelmed with joy, you threw your arms around his neck, and he hugged you back, lifting you slightly off your feet. Realizing belatedly that you were hugging Jeno made you hyper-aware of the moment. You shyly pulled away, glancing anywhere but at him. Mr. Harris was clapping behind him, making you smile gratefully.
Being lifted made you hyper-aware, realizing belatedly that you were hugging Jeno. You shyly pulled away, glancing anywhere else but Jeno. Mr Harris was clapping behind him, making you smile gratefully.
“Thanks, sir!” you told your professor.
“Mr. Harris was putting you up for failure when he assigned you the reclining chair,” one of your classmates quipped, walking over to examine your work.
You laughed lightly, watching your other classmates approach your worktable. Your eyes met Jeno’s among your classmates, and he showed you a thumbs-up which you returned with a smile. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest as your mind replayed the part where you were hugging Jeno over and over.
Jeno approached you with a proud smile in his eyes. “We did it!” he said, giving you a high-five that lingered just a moment longer than necessary. The brief contact sent a thrill through you, a reminder of how much you enjoyed being close to him.
Mr. Harris announced that the projects would be judged by other professors, which would impact your grades. Every pair had completed their pieces—tables, lamps, chairs, and more. While yours might not be the prettiest, you hoped it would get the recognition it deserved.
After class, as students cleaned up, Jeno pointed out something that made you laugh. “You’ve got a lot of pens and pencils,” he said, eyebrows raised and eyes wide. “Like, a lot.”
“That’s not even half of them. I keep buying them for no reason. It’s hoarding at this point,” you admitted with a sheepish grin.
“Hmm. I see,” he responded, still amused. He leaned on the worktable, his backpack slung over one shoulder. “You must write a lot. Or draw.”
“Like I told you before, I sketch. And I do write, but not as much as you think. Even if I did, the sheer volume of pens I have is excessive. I think I need to see a psychiatrist for this,” you joked, shaking your head.
Jeno shook his head, “I don’t think so. Everyone is allowed their own harmless obsession. Mine is probably weirder.”
Your curiosity piqued, you asked, “Oh really? What’s yours?”
He hesitated, a glint of embarrassment in his eyes. “Nah, you don’t wanna know.”
Sometimes it was frustrating that Jeno was completely clueless about your massive crush on him. If he had even the slightest clue, he’d know you were definitely—absolutely—totally, interested in anything and everything about him.
“Actually, I do,” you replied, trying to tone down your interest to the Not-So-Obsessed-With-Him Level.
Jeno looked away, scratching his nape. “Forget it. Let’s just go.”
“Oh come on, you can’t say something like that and then not tell me!” you protested, playfully nudging him.
After some pestering, he finally confessed, “When I was in high school, I liked keeping confetti.”
“Confetti?”
“Not just any confetti. Only the ones from our basketball games. The ones where we win. Like a little memento.”
You smiled at his revelation, zipping your bag after you finished packing your stuff. “That’s actually really cute.”
“No, it’s not,” he said, looking away shyly with his ears reddening out of embarrassment.
“It is!” you insisted, letting him take your bag after he stopped you from wearing it over your shoulder. “Didn’t you say everyone is allowed their own harmless obsessions?”
“Alright… I guess?” Jeno shrugged, a shy smile making his cheeks burn. You walked out of the classroom together, your bag in his hand. “I have them in small ziplock bags.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Why ziplock bags? Don’t you have a jar or something?”
“I do, but it’s easier to organize them with ziplock bags.”
“How about a scrapbook? You could glue them in and write about them.”
“Uh… no thanks. I’m not at all artistic or craftsy.”
“You were good with woodworking though.”
“That’s different.”
The project is nearly complete. You realized how much you cherished these moments with Jeno. The reclining chair, with its smooth lines and functional elegance, stood as a testament to your combined efforts and growing friendship. But more than that, it symbolized the bond you had forged through hard work, shared dreams, and mutual respect. The realization filled you with a quiet sense of joy and hope that this closeness would continue to grow even after the project ended.
[To be continued in Part 2]
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First Kisses | NCT Dream
NCT Dream - All Members
Rating: E for Everyone
Word Count: About 300 for each, so about 2k total
Pairing: NCT Dream x GN!Reader (Separate)
Genre: Reader-Insert, Drabble, Fluff
Summary: Your first kiss with each member of NCT Dream!
Author's Note: I have never wrote drabble-length things before, so I am proud of myself I kept these so short.
I tried to keep these gender-neutral, so let me know if I didn't, but it might still be slightly implied in these the reader is AFAB, I don't think so though…
PS. Mark's and Haechan's are different from the ones for 127…
-> NCT 127 <-
-> WayV <-
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Mark
"You like someone?!" Mark's voice was way too loud, so you shushed him harshly, pressing on his shoulder to get him to sit back down. Luckily, the fast-food joint had very few people in it, but it just made his shout all the more obvious. "Shush!" You sighed, resting your forehead in your hand. "Yes." "Who?" He didn't sound curious, but it was hard to pinpoint his tone. "Why do you care?" It was him, but you couldn't just announce it right then. He had ruined the mood, plus it was not the place for a confession. "Is it Jeno?" "No." "Jaemin?" "No." "Donghyuck?!" He sounded mad and you looked around, shushing him again. "No! It's not any of our friends." You hoped that your vague answer was enough. "Who is it? What if he doesn't deserve you!?" "It's you, dumbass!" You had hoped to be sweeter about the confession, but your voice was laced with irritation. His upset facial expression fell, red slowly deepening on his face and the tips of his ears. Rubbing your temple, you nodded apologetically to the older couple nearest your table. "It's me?" "Yes." You brushed it off, continuing a normal conversation, changing the subject. He was only kind of listening; you could see his brain going into overdrive. He finally mentioned it again as you left the place. You were walking down the street, past an empty playground. His hand grabbed yours, spinning you to him. Mark's lips pressed to yours, soft at first, then he deepened it with a groan. When he pulled back, he smirked then as the tables had turned, your face red. "I like you too."
Renjun
He shoved past people, nearly knocking someone over as he fought through the crowd. He wished he wasn't so damn short, weaving through people looking for you. The crowd had formed around the bus, the big vehicle lying on its side, windows cracked and broken. The utility truck that had smashed into it had then hit a pole, smoke rising out of the front. That was the bus you were normally on; he knew it because he had been waiting for you to get off. The bus was so close to the stop down the road that he saw the accident, then ran to the scene. "Watch it!" Someone snapped as he shoved again, still looking for you. "Renjun?" His heart leaped when he heard you, turning around quickly to see you standing on the edge of the crowd. Your phone was in your hand, and you were taking one of your ear buds out. "(Y/N)!" He surged forward, shoving one more person so hard they stumbled, and before you could ask anything else, his arms were around you. You let out a soft, 'oof' your ear bud falling from your hand onto the pavement, luckily you held your phone firm. Renjun was breathing harshly, his cheek pressed to the side of your head, and you felt a tear that fell from his eye. "What happened?" You asked, looking at the bus crash. You were going to get on it like usual, but the bus was full, so you decided to walk instead. Renjun pulled back, his hands cupping your cheeks, turning your head to look over you. "Are you okay?" He was still breathing hard. "Yes? I walked…" You glanced back at the accident, but his hands still on your face, kept you from looking too well. Renjun sighed hard, and turned you back to look at him, capturing your next words with his lips. You squeaked in surprise, then melted into the kiss. It was desperate, not soft, and quick like you thought your first would be. When he finally pulled away, he pulled you back into a hug. Your mind reeled from the whirlwind of events, but you hugged him back, standing in his embrace so he could revel in the fact you weren't hurt.
Jeno
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jeno had noticed your stare. You blinked to snap yourself out of it, eyes flitting away from his lips to meet his eyes. "What do you mean?" You hummed coyly, taking a sip of your drink. He scoffed playfully. "You've been ogling me more than usual today." He smirked and you glared insincerely. "I have no idea what you are going on about." You brushed it off and you two continued your meal. Dates between you two were not all that much different than when you two would hang out as friends, but there was a lot more flirting going on, of course. Casually drinking your iced coffee, you looked out the window, pretending to people watch. You were able to see his reflection in the glass. Jeno huffed amused, but let it go. As you were walking down the street, not heading anywhere in particular, his fingers linked around yours and you tried to keep your face neutral at the little act. When you two were walking past a park, he halted, his hand in yours pulling you to stop as well. Turning to look at him in question, he watched carefully as your eyes flitted over his face, lingering on his lips before going to his own. "You really want to kiss me that bad?" He smirked and your face turned red so fast he thought steam would come off of it. Were you that obvious? "W-what do you…" You swallowed and he stepped forward, so he was much closer. Glancing around, there was no one in sight, so he leaned in, lips pressing to the corner of your mouth. What a tease he was. You grunted, annoyed, and before he could fully laugh, your arms were around his neck. Jeno allowed you to haul him down to your level, lips sealing over his tightly. Since you were in public, he pulled back before the kiss could deepen further, tongue brushing your lower lip still. "Good?" He smirked. "Yes~"
Haechan
When you walked into the living room, you had not expected your roommate to be home, let alone spread like a starfish in the middle of the room. "Hyuck?" You questioned him and he gave an acknowledging grunt. "What are you doing?" "Contemplating life. Having an existential crisis." His tone was uncharacteristically flat, but it was clear he was being overdramatic. "Why?" You stopped next to him, and his gaze met yours, looking up at you like a kicked puppy. "You're going to the beach without me…" He pouted and you rolled your eyes. "Hyuck, it’s a family trip. Only family and significant others are going, not friends…" "I'm just a friend?!" He sat up quickly as you left his side, going to the kitchen. You wondered if he got a head rush. "You're my roommate, which is friend category." You jumped when you turned around, he was right there. "Freaking- what?!" You furrowed your brow along with him. "Can't I be a significant other?" His question further threw you off and you just gaped. "W-what?" "Take me as your boyfriend!" "But you're not my boyfriend!" "I am now!" He declared, his hand going to the back of your head, yanking you closer, kissing you to prevent any retort. After getting over the initial shock, you melted into the kiss, and followed after when he pulled back. "Yeah?" His stupid smirk made you want to smack him. "Fine…come as my boyfriend."
Jaemin
"Guess what?" His tone made you roll your eyes. He dropped his bag on the couch next to you and sneered up at him. "What?" You grimaced when he flopped down between you and his bag, sitting back confidently, ankle resting on his opposite knee. "I found out that someone likes me." "A lot of people like you, Jaemin. You have a mirror." You huffed, going back to your show, but he took the remote and paused it again. "I know who." "Yeah?" Your heart skipped; nervous he had figured you out. Hopefully, it was someone else, literally anyone else. Jaemin leaned it, his stupid smirk had evolved into the incredibly sexy one he knew just how to use. "It's you, (Y/N)." He chuckled and you tried to keep your face flat, but he saw your skin tinting pink, almost reddening. "W-who told you that?" "You did." "WHAT?!" You wondered what the hell he was talking about. You hadn't been drunk lately… "You read my letter to my mom!?" "I mean… It was just on the table…" "Ass-munch!" You lunged at him, tackling him back on the couch, landing on top of him. You grabbed the collar of his hoodie, hauling him up to glare at him. Instead of playing along with your fake aggression, he tilted his head, licking your lips. You dropped him, he bounced on the cushions, then he grabbed your waist, rolling forward so you were under him. His lips stopped your protest and you immediately melted, letting him kiss you. Jaemin pulled back, still with that stupid smirk. "You dick." You sneered, pulling him back down.
Chenle
After another extremely dramatic sigh from Chenle next to you, you stopped tying on your laptop, looking at him. "What now?" "I'm bored." He mumbled and you rolled your eyes. "Lele, we are going to be on this plane for another eight and a half hours, figure something out." You went back to typing and he groaned again. Luckily, he was filthy rich and so you both got to fly in the lap of luxury of first class. For the next fifteen minutes, you half-heartedly listen to him complain about this and that, before he stopped talking abruptly. Casting him a side glance to see what might have piqued his interest, he dug into his backpack, pulling a red box out. Pepero sticks. "What?" You had a feeling where he was going with it, your face a bit warm. He said nothing, for once, and tore the box open, pulling the chocolate covered biscuit stick out. He placed one end in his mouth, leaning closer, his implication clear. You huffed, closing your laptop, relenting. Maybe for once you could call his bluff. Sealing your lips around the other end, you both began to chew on it, lips getting closer and closer to each other. He still remained strong, so when there was barely any left between you, you sealed the deal. Your lips hit it, the rest of the candy entering your mouth. Though, when you went to pull back, he grunted, hand flying to the back of your head, bringing you back to him, kissing you harder. When he let you go, he laughed at your red face. You cursed him out under your breath, and he laughed harder.
Jisung
You were starting to ramble, panicking at his reaction. When you let it slip out of your mouth, you hadn't even registered, you had confessed. The tone was casual, so much so, he almost didn't catch your meaning. You told him that when a classmate had asked you for his contact, you told her no. You added that you two were more than friends to get her off the topic. This, however, was NOT true. When he asked why you did that, your reply was simple, "Cause you're mine-" He halted his stride and that made you stop too. That's when you started spewing out words, face hot, stomach flipping. So focused on finding the right explanation, you didn't notice Jisung move closer. By the time your eyes met, his big hands cradled your jaw and his lips softly met yours. He swallowed your gasp, pressing closer, his nerves quickly fading. Once you were over the initial shock, you kissed back, your own hands gripping the fabric of his sweatshirt over his ribs. Finally pulling away from each other, you both smiled bashfully, but didn't step away. Jisung even still had his hands on your jaw, thumb stroking the soft, flushed skin of your cheek. "If I'm yours, does that mean you're mine too?" His shyness was growing back at his own words. You blinked, then giggled, fingers messing with his hoodie zipper. "I'm yours, Jisung." Your smile grew when he leaned back in, lips ghosting over yours when he replied. "Let's be each other's then."
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brainrot for nominhyuck continues 🙃🙃 ♡ reblogging from my shadow-reader days ♡
prompt - filming a filthy ass sex tape with boyfriend!jaemin just for y’all’s enjoyment but jeno and haechan end up finding it and shamelessly jerk off to it in jaemin’s room....
“this is ridiculous, hyuck.”
“if you want to lose the game, then fine, be my guest.”
jeno rolls his eyes, proceeding to allow donghyuck to sort through the items in his and jaemin’s room. the group felt bored tonight while you and jaemin were out on a date, and decided to play a fun round of truth or dare. renjun dared jeno and donghyuck to find the most incriminating piece of evidence in jaemin’s things.
in the back of jeno’s mind, he knows it’s just because they all have a fat crush on you and want to know more about your relationship with jaemin.
“jaemin’s going to kill us if he knows we looked through his stuff,” jeno hisses at donghyuck, who isn’t bothered in the slightest by the idea. he continue to push all kinds of papers and miscellaneous items in jaemin’s desk.
“yes!” donghyuck exclaims, holding up jaemin’s camera. “we can definitely find something on here.”
jeno sighs again. “i don’t like this.”
“don’t be such a loser,” donghyuck comments, turning on jaemin’s camera and accessing his library. “we’re just having fun.”
the first few photos and videos are nothing special — just pictures of the boys around the dorm and videos of you on your birthday. donghyuck nearly sighs in defeat until he presses the arrow button, shifting to the next video.
he and jeno completely pause. the thumbnail is you, dressed in nothing but a lacy bra, mouth wide open and eyes staring into the lens, eagerly waiting for jaemin’s release. the tip of jaemin’s cock is in the corner of the screen, red and leaking.
donghyuck is about to press play until jeno stops him.
“what the fuck are you doing?” jeno hisses. “put it back. we can’t watch that!”
“don’t act like you don’t want to,” donghyuck retorts. “look at how fucking filthy she is.”
“hyuck, we can’t,” jeno protests. “she’s not ours.”
“leave if you want to. i’m staying.”
despite his subconscious screaming at him to leave, jeno stays in place. he watches as donghyuck presses the play button, allowing the video to start.
the room becomes deadly silent as they watch you on the screen, giggling as you lay on your back on top of jaemin’s bed. your lacy pink bra is accompanied by lacy pink underwear, which jeno and donghyuck can already tell is soaking through the fabric.
“look at you,” jaemin laughs in the video, adjusting the camera to get a clear view of your body. “so pretty for me, baby.”
you smile again, and it’s nearly blinding through the screen. jeno feels his cock harden in his pants, wondering if he would ever get to see you in a position like this for him.
jaemin’s fingers wander up your thigh, teasing you as he strokes your folds through your underwear. you whine and buck your hips up to meet him.
“so wet for me,” jaemin hums, shifting the camera down until it’s angled directly at your cunt. jeno and donghyuck marvel at the huge wet stain on your underwear, some of it coating your inner thighs. “all for me, isn’t it?”
“only for you,” you remind jaemin.
your response earns you a hum of satisfaction. one of jaemin’s fingers hook around the band of your underwear, slowly pulling them down. jeno hears donghyuck groan at the sight of your exposed pussy, with your pretty pink folds on display for them to see. jeno swallows when donghyuck grips himself through his shorts. he feels the same temptation, cock hard underneath his sweats.
jaemin groans at the sight of you, throwing your underwear across in the room and running a finger over your cunt. your wetness coats his finger, and jeno and donghyuck can see it glisten through the camera.
“shit,” donghyuck grunts.
jeno stills when donghyuck starts to pull down his shorts. he takes out his cock, wrapping a hand around the base and pumping slowly. jeno awkwardly follows in pursuit, ridding himself of of his own sweats and gently grasping his own cock.
you cry out when jaemin pushes a finger inside of your heat, and jeno holds back a groan when a loud squelch of your pussy follows the intrusion.
“let me hear you, baby,” jaemin encourages, slipping another digit inside of you and beginning to finger your cunt.
“so good, jaem, so good,” you praise, breathless. jaemin keeps the camera angled so that it can catch the way your pussy sucks up his fingers, and how your juices start to drip onto the sheets. jeno moves his hand faster up and down his length. donghyuck is in the same state, being a little more vocal with his breathy moans at the sight of you.
jaemin pushes his thumb on your clit, slowly rubbing circles around the nub. the action causes you to whine even louder, pushing your hips up farther to sink his fingers deeper.
“good girl,” jaemin mutters. “that’s it. please yourself, baby.”
you do as he says, fucking yourself on his fingers while jaemin eagerly rubs at your clit. your moans and whines grow louder and louder until you reach your climax, wetness gushing onto jaemin’s digits and palm as you ride out your high. he continues to finger you until you motion for him to stop.
when jaemin pulls out, a string of your messy orgasm follows him. jeno and donghyuck collectively groan at the image. jaemin licks his fingers clean off-screen, leaving the other two to wonder what you taste like.
“turn over for me, baby,” jaemin instructs and you follow eagerly. you plant yourself down in the pillows and push your ass in the air.
jeno thinks about how many times the boys have been caught by jaemin for openly staring at your ass when you walk by. it’s not their fault you always look so good in whatever you wear, but they keep their dirty thoughts to themselves so that jaemin doesn’t kill them. his previous thoughts are nothing compared to what he sees now, your pretty cheeks taking up the screen as you wiggle your hips for jaemin.
a sharp slap lands on your left cheek and causes you to squeal. you giggle again, pushing your hips further back and encouraging jaemin to give you more.
“another one, jaem.”
“yeah? baby likes it?” jaemin asks, bringing his hand down once more. jeno can already feel himself close to his high, and he’s ashamed that he’s brought to the edge so quickly by this simple video of you.
the two boys watch as jaemin takes out his cock and aligns himself with your entrance.
“please,” you desperately beg, and jeno swears it’s the most arousing sound he’s ever heard in his life. donghyuck groans loudly again, hand speeding up its pace on his length.
jaemin does as you request, slowly pushing himself inside of your cunt. your breath hitches when the tip of him enters you, and you cry when he begins to bottom out.
jeno and donghyuck watch as the camera perfectly captures jaemin stretching out your hole and your greedy cries while his cock fills you up. once he’s fully inside of you, jaemin rests the camera on a nearby platform, angling it so that it still has a full view of both you and him.
jeno grunts at the wide sight of you, your face turned to the camera as it’s shoved down into one of jaemin’s pillows. your eyes are glazed over with lust and your fingers are gripping the sheets tightly.
“there we go,” jaemin says, hands finding their place on your hips. “you ready, baby?”
“yes, jaem, please fuck me.”
jeno can’t believe how aroused he is by the sound of you begging. he knows donghyuck feels the same when the boy throws his head back and whines loudly.
jaemin is rougher with you than jeno expects, instantly snapping his hips to yours and causing you to almost fly into the headboard. now jeno understands why you’re gripping onto the sheets for dear life.
“jesus fucking christ, baby,” jaemin moans at the feeling of you wrapped around his cock. “you feel just like heaven, i swear.”
you whimper as jaemin drills into your pussy, the only sounds being heard are your cries, jaemin’s grunts and the distinct slapping of skin on skin. jeno wonders how many times jaemin’s fucked you like this when he’s been gone from the dorms.
one of jaemin’s hands tangle around your hair and he pulls hard, causing your back to arch from the mattress.
“so good, please, more,” you sob urgently.
“show me, baby,” jaemin instructs, slowing down his thrusts so that you can fuck yourself back on his cock. jeno and donghyuck watch as you expertly swivel your hips onto him, pleading and moaning with each thrust into your cunt. jaemin starts to meet you halfway, echoing in louder slaps as you grow even more wet.
jaemin decides he wants you to cum first, which is evidenced by the way he stops and angles his hips in a certain direction. jeno and donghyuck pause when you scream, but jaemin only pushes into you faster and harder, hitting that one spot over and over.
you start babbling loudly, incoherent in your jumbled words.
“i can’t- jaem, i’m gonna- fuck, fuck, fuck- holy shit- baby, i’m gonna cum-“
and you wail, stuffing your head in the pillow as you ride out your high. jaemin coaxes you through it, pulling out once you’re done.
“let me see you, baby. on your knees.”
you obey him, shifting to your knees shakily. jaemin grabs the camera again, angling it down at you as he steps off the bed, standing and stroking his cock in front of your face.
“stick out that tongue for me.”
you do as instructed, opening your mouth wide through blurry eyes. jaemin groans as he strokes his cock eagerly. jeno and donghyuck do the same, both of them about to snap at the sight of you waiting for jaemin to release on your face.
“please, jaem, want your cum,” you plead.
jaemin hisses before the coil snaps. when the first rope of cum lands on your cheek, both jeno and donghyuck reach their breaking point, hunching over and shooting spurts of their cum all over their hand. your eyes are shut tight as jaemin’s cum messily lands all over your face and in your hair.
once he’s finished, you giggle. jaemin wipes away any cum from your eyes so that you can open them again.
“satisfied?” jaemin hums.
you nod and smile. “thank you, jaem.”
the video ends there, and jeno and donghyuck are left with a mess in their hands and gasping for breath from the intensity of their orgasms.
donghyuck immediately looks at jeno, determination in his eyes.
“don’t tell jaemin.”
and he takes the camera, quickly forwarding the file to his email.
“hyuck, you can’t-“
“don’t. tell. jaemin.”
jeno watches as donghyuck tugs his shorts back on and flees the room. jeno releases a sigh, ignoring the guilt building in his stomach and forwarding the file to himself as well.
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True Love Gave to Me Masterlist
— A Holiday Series of Short Oneshots
Ah~ the holiday season—a season of giving, of joy and laughter, of overflowing love… Why not spread this festive warmth with 12 short stories set during this time of year?
‣ featuring: hyung line of nct dream x reader, 00line of stray kids x reader, & 02z of enhypen x reader
‣ genre: all very fluffy! and holiday-themed (some are cliche but who hates cliches), specifics and warnings will be listed under each fic!
one.
‣ pairing: mark lee x reader ‣ genre: fluff, implied friends-to-lovers, classmates au
Sure, it was disheartening seeing everyone receive a holiday candy gram but you, especially when you’re the one in charge of selling them at lunch. But don't worry, yours is on the way. He’s just… running a bit late.
Received!
two.
‣ pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader ‣ genre: fluff, implied friends-to-lovers, rich-kid!au
You’ve quickly established that no one at this damn charity gala cares about the event’s purpose. They were just there to party. And you wanted nothing else but to leave; alternatively, in which Hyunjin saves you from your misery to see the city’s Christmas lights.
Received!
three.
‣ pairing: park jay x reader ‣ genre: fluff, coworkers-to-something more?, subtly hurt/comfort
Your ability to empathize was a blessing and curse. When you see your boss sitting alone in his office on Christmas Day, you can’t help but invite him to your family party. And when he actually says yes, you’re kind of stuck regretting the offer simply because you’re not sure how this is going to turn out.
Received!
four.
‣ pairing: huang renjun x reader ‣ genre: fluff, academic rivals to (implied) lovers, forced proximity
You don’t hate many things, but you could proudly say that you hate snow and Huang Renjun. And now that the universe has decided that it was a great idea to have you snowed in with the smartass himself, you’ll gladly add the universe to that list.
Received!
five.
‣ pairing: han jisung x reader ‣ genre: fluff, implied f2l/coworkers-to-lovers
In all honesty, you had no idea why you decided to take up the job of gift wrapping at your local mall. There are moms constantly yelling at you, your fingers are covered in papercuts, and the hours are long. Luckily, your coworker, Jisung, is there to make it more bearable.
Received!
six.
‣ pairing: jake sim x reader ‣ genre: fluff, meet-cute, implied strangers to something more
After months of being apart from your family, you finally get to fly back home for the holidays. On the flight there, you’re placed next to a cute stranger who has taken it upon himself to talk to you. What happens when the roads from the airport are closed overnight and you’re stuck with said stranger? You’re just hoping he doesn’t have any plans of kidnapping you.
Received!
seven.
‣ pairing: lee jeno x reader ‣ genre: fluff, implied f2l/coworkers-to-lovers, secret admirer au, office!au
When gifts start appearing on your work desk on December 1st, you have no choice but to hunt down the man who’s been planting them. And with only 7 men on the floor, this shouldn’t be difficult… Right?
Received!
eight.
‣ pairing: felix lee x reader ‣ genre: fluff, implied f2l, hurt/comfort
Spending Christmas sick and in bed wasn’t Felix’s ideal way of spending the holiday. Being the best friend that you are, you decide to take care of him. Who would have thought that Felix was clingy when he had the flu?
Received!
nine.
‣ pairing: park sunghoon x reader ‣ genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers
After weeks of stalling, you finally let Sunghoon take you skating—and with how close you two are, you hope he mistakes the beating of your heart for the beat of the music.
Received!
ten.
‣ pairing: lee donghyuck x reader ‣ genre: fluff, established relationship
They weren’t lying when they said that the holiday season was the busiest time of year. With finals rolling around, gift shopping for your family, and keeping yourself in check, you barely have time to give your boyfriend the attention he wants. Donghyuck, however, has a way to work around this; alternatively, in which Donghyuck just wants one kiss and you think it’ll be funny not to give it to him
Received!
eleven.
‣ pairing: kim seungmin x reader ‣ genre: fluff, frenemies to lovers
After cursing the city and their poor excuse of cleaning the streets, you eventually swallow your pride and call your friends to help you free your car from the snow. And out of all the people that could have come, it really had to be Seungmin…
Received!
twelve.
‣ pairing: na jaemin x reader ‣ genre: fluff, f2l/co'workers'-to-lovers
You have two weaknesses—Gojo and men with kids… and you guess, Jaemin. That would make it three, but he falls under that second category; alternatively, in which you weren’t really planning on developing feelings for Na Jaemin but seeing him work with kids all the time at the local community centre is making it damn hard not to.
Received!
‣ an: another episode of me being ambitious cause I have so many other WIPS, so we'll see if I'll manage to do these on time (if not, Christmas lasts until Jan 6,,, soo) but don't worry I am motivated to actually complete this!—anyways, I love Christmas and the holiday season so much that I had to do this,,, and I didn’t rly do anything for when I reached 1k so why not? I'm aware it's 'true love sent to me' but this fits the theme more,,, PLEASE ENJOY AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!—things might change as I go!
!! if anyone is interested in joining a tag list, please let me know! just indicate if you'd like to be tagged on all of them or certain groups/members!
#nct#stray kids#enhypen#nct imagines#nct dream imagines#stray kids imagines#enhypen imagines#nct x reader#stray kids x reader#enhypen x reader#mark lee imagines#renjun imagines#jeno imagines#haechan imagines#jaemin imagines#hyunjin imagines#han imagines#han jisung imagines#felix imagines#felix lee imagines#seungmin imagines#park jongseong imagines#jay imagines#jake sim imagines#sunghoon imagines#sim jaeyun imagines#nct dream fluff#nct fluff#stray kids fluff#enhypen fluff
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nct dream spotting you in their concert .
anon’s request: hi!! i just found your account and omg i love it so much <33!! i was wondering if i could request a fic/headcanon about surprising nct dream on tour 👉🏻👈🏻🥺 like maybe surprising one of them after the concert, one of them spotting you in the crowd, etc ^^
genre: fluff
warnings: none
nini’s notes: rhis is so short im sorry i didne havw muxh ideas on this 😓 but thbak u anon i love u anf i hope u liek this :333
⌗ mark
he’d be so excited byw
he’d gasp and allat
most of the times he’d be around your area just to see you
it would be without realizing too so the other members would literally push him/drag him away 😭
like poor boy wants to havw his eyes on you the whole time
but dating rumors and the idol industry 😡😡
would gush to his teammates abt u visiting and stuff like that later
afterwards he’d tell his manager or smth to ask you to stay so yall can spend timw :((
would probably just listen to you talk and giggle or smile big when u tell him how proud ure of him
⌗ renjun
would be very surprised
wave at the fans in your area to not make it seem like it was just for you
when singing some of the cute lyrics he’d glance at you 💔
would bring his other members on your area so when he passes more often he won’t be as suspicious (work smarter not harder)
would love seeing your reactions omg
and ur eyes better be on him the whole time
or else he’ll be calling you out after you meet!!
would take a video of the whole crowd and slow down at ur area
for the memories and how u surprised him in his concert yk
would ofc love the feedback <3
⌗ jeno
POOKIEEEEE HE’D SMILE SOO BIGGG
he would probably tell jaemin and he’d smile at you too
jaemin would also the one to remind him of reality if he stares at you for a long time
or stays in your area for a long time ofc
would show his abs/reveal his body more than usual
he’d get shy abt it later on though
boy how much he wants to stare at u for the whole concert :(
but he can’t!!! so he does other things to involve u and stuff
like taking pics of the crowd (OBVIOUSLY with u in it)
loves u sm and cant wait to meet u later so u can tell him abt ur exprience
⌗ haechan
this little shit bye
would do the sexiest thing EVER
then turn to see your reaction and if ure surprised or anything like that he’d have that proud smirk
ANDDD HE’D DEF TEASE U LATER ONNNN
he’d be more energetic on stage and wants to give 100% of him
he wants to impress u sm (which he does ofc), hes like a little high school boy for u
he’d be extra touchy w/ renjun & the other members to make u “jealous”
which the members (and u) notice and just burst out laughing
idk i’d be a fun experience
oh and u better only look at him or he’ll give u a sassy attitude when u two meet
⌗ jaemin
love eyes
and id mean it like his pupils would grow and all that
if u brought signs he’d read them out loud so it would seem like ure just a fan
and if u brought plushies AND are close to the stage??? he’s getting ur plushies first!!
will be VERY focused on the performances cause he knows that u distract him (for good like he loves u)
but he also wants to be amazing for u <3
would love if u hyped him up (u better lol…)
or if u sang along like he’d be so happyyyy
he wants u to enjoy the concert sm
he loves that u surprised him like a lottt
all that practice payed off bcz you’re there in the crowd <3
not that he doesn’t appreciate your support just by words too btw
⌗ chenle
idk why i feel like he’d know abt it
i dont have anythint specific abt it its just how i feel like he’d def know somehow
so if he spotted u in the crowd he’d have like a happy and proud smile like yawppp i knew it!!!
but would be so happyyy
after any performance or anything he’d do he’d look back to u to see if u liked it or not
would also pretend like ure not there sometimes cause jaemin pulled him aside and told him that he were taking MANY glances in your way HELP
so for some mins he stopped even looking ur way 😭 let alone go in that area
would bring jisung along later but would not tell him that ure there cause jisung would make it pretty obvious
you’re a big distraction to him 😓
(he loves that but he would never tell u)
⌗ jisung
theres the thing
he’d either
1) stay around ur area ALL the time
2) not even glance in ur direction
HE’S SCARED THAT HE’LL GIVE IT AWQY THAT URE THERE FASTTT
but if u guys havent seen e/o for a long time he’d pass most of his time there
however would ask for advice to his other members and often ask them if its too obv that he’s starring at u a bit too much
AND A BIT TOO LONG???
also he’d either
1) get super shy (stan new jeans)
2) be the opposite and get his sexy on (pls tell me yall know what song im talking abt)
but both things would get reactions out of u and that’s exactly what he wants :3
#nct#nct headcanons#nct imagines#nct fluff#nct dream#nct dream fluff#nct dream headcanons#nct dream imagines#nct dream reactions#nct dream x reader#nct scenarios#nct 127 fanfic#nct dream scenarios#nct dream chenle#nct dream mark#nct dream fanfic#nct dream jisung#nct dream jeno#nct dream haechan#nct dream drabbles#nct 127 scenarios#nct 127 imagines#nct x reader#nct reactions#nct fanfic#nct 127 fluff#nct drabbles
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cw : y/n is kinda freaky in this idk (I snorted), guess who's our roommate important, fat shaming a cat, huge cat alert, mega pussy(cat), jeno big schlong core, desperate jeno (but only for a second), just a simple blowjob and his cum tastes like WHAT?!
side note: I took long asl writing this because I'm so used to writing for wayv like the 2 day gap between the haechan fic and hendery fic compared to the 13 day gap between this fic and the hendery fic makes me SICK.
extra note: I've never written for jeno before either.
apart of the nct corny plots series!
why were you so excited for a fuckass plumber?
you had a bigger problem anyway. under your sink, it smelt like fucking mold and water.
man fuck this.
your roommate, jungwoo was barely home.. you asked him if he knew anything about pipes and he only sent a dog emoji.
there was a familiar brushing in between your feet, you looked down at your fatass white cat, nella rubbing against your ankles. jungwoo thought that it'll be funny to make her rhyme with nutella because her old owner said that supposedly.. she ate jars of it.
picking her up, you think you tore your acl but once you met eyes with her; you felt kinda bad. isn't that basically neglecting..? but whatever, she's fine now.
nella's head nudged against your flat hand against the counter, you obligated unconsciously to petting her whilst spacing out on a random hummingbird perched on a fence.
“nella, do you think I'm weird?” you asked the unaware feline, she only licked your palm with a sequence of purrs. that was probably a yes. you sighed and fixed the navy blue edge of your short nightgown, there was then a knock at your door.
it's must've been him before nella jumped her big ass down and skedaddled to the basement. “who is it?” you called whilst heading towards the door, trying to identify the warpy figure through the translucent glass. “uhm, I'm here to fix your pipes” jeno, you presumed, scratched his head, you could make out his muscular figure.
you opened the door with uncertainty and the first thing you noticed was his dirty ass uniform and the smell of dirt and water bouncing off your senses. “you're jeno, right?” you said with a coy smile, trying to not look at his bulky torso by keeping unwanted eye contact. he only nodded, his shy doe eyes met yours finally.
“well, don't be shy.. come in then.” you muttered, you might've even given him a dirty look. this hefty nearly 6 foot male was so shy for what, what if he was a criminal? eligible for death row?!
not your problem, for now.
right now.. you wanted to have his kids.
you unconsciously licked your lips as he walked past, like that one italian weirdo from that weird italian movie where they fucked every 39 minutes. you know, that one? why was his ass fatter than yours?
“um, what seems to be the problem?” jeno's voice echoed from the kitchen, snapping you out of your thoughts. only yelping an “oh!”, you shuffled like a flintstone to the kitchen and found him leaning in the corner of your kitchen counters; looking at the sink and you with uncertainty.
“oh well,” you clasp your hands walking over to the sink. “so basically.. urm.. uh” you side eyed him for a second before scratching your head. “it smells like mold and.. urm..” you looked at his nose again, stop looking at his nose, don't look at his lips?! why are you looking at his DICK?!
“I'll just show you.” you sighed before falling to your knees and opening the cabinet, the smell of mold almost made you shrivel into a fucking pinecone. jeno must've gotten whiff of it too because his nose scrunched in disgust and he held back a gag, but soon you'll be gagging on his– not now.
“see, but I think—” you said, slapping your hands in dismay. you crawled under the sink, looking for that bitchass rustic pipe that you glanced at earlier. “it seems like it's this one pipe–” you babbled on and on about the pipe, literally it sounded like mimimimimi. but he really focused on, your negligee raising with every subtle movement of yours; you weren't even wearing panties..
you were leaking, more than the pipes probably.
and it needed some fixing.
if you get what I'm saying hahahaha ahhahahahah oh.. never mind.
“yeah and all he does is send me–” you came from under the sink, jeno's tongue clicked. his expression was a line between curious, perplexed, maybe focused on something.
“oh.” you mumbled, he was spaced out on something and definitely didn't listen to your rant about you undependable roomie. you looked behind you to see what he was so interested in besides your rambling but you only looked at him in confusion.
“um..” you popped your lips inward before he suddenly cleared his throat. his eyes widening in a quick realization, “oh my fault..” his belt scuffled against the cabinet when he tried to adjust his now.. erection.
urmmm, let's just ignore that.
he anchored his back slightly, “there seems to be a lot of moisture–” he paused weirdly, eyeing your slick hole once you looked away. “on that one rusty pipe..” the male pointed at the anomaly. you could only nod, hands respectfully clasped together.
“so, I'mma start working on that..” he said whilst grabbing a wrench. “it only needs a replacement and I should be done..” he reassured, raising his head with a squiggly grin; his cheeks flushed.
simply, you nodded awkwardly before he continued with his work. what do you do now? you decided to situate yourself on your couch, glancing at him every once and a while. but during one of your peeping moments, there was a big white blob heading towards jeno.. wait NELLA?!
the feline brushed against his leg, jeno froze. you bit your lip in fear that he'll just storm out or what if he breaks out in hives? with a gut wrenching clang of his wrench, your fucking heart stopped. but, his hand extended towards the mass you called your beloved cat and your heart resumed but it still kept a hectic beat.
nella approached his inviting hand before she started to lick his index before grazing her teeth on his nail; about to bite him. almost breaking your ankle, twisting it, stubbing your toe, chipping a nail, almost falling over nothing, almost falling over a plant, almost falling over a chair, almost dying, you pick up nella and almost tear your fucking hamstrings.
she ended up biting your forearm instead and threw herself down the basement stairs, “oh, I'm sorry..” you carried a solemn tone whilst rubbing at the small but wide bite mark with a sigh. jeno stands to his feet, concern etched on his features as he inspects the wound.
his hand found your wrist and pulled it towards him, you winced at the rough padding of his fingers. “cats could really be unpredictable, huh?” he declared playfully as miniscule drops of blood seeped from the wound, you giggled at his comment but it wasn't fucking funny because what if you got rabies? you wished he would actually just break out into hives right now.
“I mean.. are you okay?” jeno finally looked up at you, his deep black eyes punctured into your soul.. there was some sort of romantical vibe in them.
you blunk and the room spun.
there's suddenly rose petals EVERYWHERE, the room is hot as hell, careless whisper is playing in the background and he suddenly has a comically large moustache like mario, “mi mujer, mi todo, ¿te importaría si atendiera tu herida?” his sultry gaze met your muddled face, his eyebrow raised suggestively and the buttons of his shirt popped in your face and revealed his toned torso. you seriously have no words and even I can't explain this scene as I'm typing it.
you only nodded before jeno broke out into pirouettes as he spun to the bathroom and came back with bandages twirling around and above him into a pretty pattern of curls and ended in a break out of elegant dance moves then a split.
“mi amor déjame atenderte..” he placed a chaste kiss on the lesion, it burned. he wrapped the bandage around your forearm and tore it off with a smirk.
everything was suddenly back to normal, his moustache was gone. “man what the fuck was that?!” you stumbled back and rubbed your bandaged arm in confusion, jeno's lips were parted in bewilderment. he was staring like it was your fault,
“nothing happened?” he stated sternly.
“yes, something happened! you turned into a fucking whatever the fuck!”
“I don't know what you're talking about.” he retorted, crossing his arms across his torso and steadying his weight on one foot with a pop to his hip. “you know what, never mind.. is my sink fixed?” you asked with restraint frustration whilst rubbing your forehead, keeping yourself steady on the island just incase you would black out.
jeno shook his head, “I mean, I could fix it faster if you helped a bit..?” he asked shyly and smiled when you nodded, you now noticed the crinkle in his eyes when he did so.. heading over to the sink, you crawled into the small space along with him.. he handed you the flashlight.
he slid into the confined space, “just point it where my hand is, alright?” he reassured you before continuing with his handiwork. jeno's muscles flexed and strained with every twist and turn of the screws. every once in awhile his leg would nudge against your bare thigh, which you now noticed and pulled the hem of the gown down but it'll just raise up slightly above your ass once again but you're sure that jeno wouldn't notice.
but, he did. the curvature of your ass would be exposed with every subtle movement of his leg, yes he's a weirdo and he's intentionally but unintentionally brushing his knee in that same area. his boner was becoming quite visible and ample than before, his neck burned in restrainted arousal and he was probably a bright cherry red. he swore that if that bitchass dress raised even an inch more, he woul– it did.
“sorry miss, I need to g-get some tools from my truck.” jeno slid out and quickly stood on unsteady feet, you realized that his hands were weirdly set at his groin area once you looked up at him with unintended doe eyes.
uttering a quick “fuck”, he finally gave in.
jeno's hand coursed through your hair gently, his rugged hands running through the tangles. his erection now stood out like a spear like those over exaggerated brazzers videos, his hand gripped your scalp and nudged you towards his soaked tip and pulled his cargos down with the other.
“I– uh.. need you to suck me off, please..” he pleaded stupidly, his speech slurred and rasped slightly as his hand found the hem of his pants. “you're so fucking pretty, please..” he whined once his cock sprung out, you were NOT going to take that flag pole down your throat, but you gave an exception for him. both of his hands found your head, gripping and clenching to your head with urgency, jeno chuckled triumphantly once you parted your lips.
the masculine scent of his member intoxicated your senses, the tip placing a blob of precum on the tip of your nose and ran down to your lip. your tongue peaked out and licked the cream off the bump, it tasted awfully sugary?
enveloping his tip into your mouth, he grunted loudly, his gentle touch turning tense in your hair. jeno's hand guided your head up and down his lengthy member, your narrow esophagus pulsating and clenching with every hurried thrust down it. veins sprawled from his other hand to his neck whilst it gripped the island, his eyes rolling back to his skull once you managed to take him all the way to his base.
“s’ fucking good at this..” he praised in an unattractive wheeze, jaw unhinging to emit another groan. he suddenly stilled at the back of your throat, your glossy,pleading eyes looking up at him. jeno started to gyrate against your nose, your jaw and lips straining trying to accommodate to his girthy base as you held back a series of gags and chokes.
his head bumped and leaked precum against your tonsil once he resumed his shallow thrusts. “m’ so close..” jeno rasped, his balls tensing against your chin. with a final shove of your head and another gag from your end, he exploded in your mouth. why'd it taste like that? you suddenly pulled away, gasping for air at the realization.
“jeno—” you hiccuped, his aching cock bobbed, resting against your top lip; quite literally interrupting you. in your blurry peripherals, nella licked at a small droplet of his release; your stomach caved at the sight.
the sweetness of his cum made you sick, the thick substance coated your throat for what seems to feel like globs. “why does it—” you coughed and choked on air, jeno suddenly picked you up by the armpits and sat your writhing figure on the counter.
“your cum tastes like cheesecake..?”
taglist: @haechansbbg
#nct smut#kpop smut#smut#nct imagines#nct scenarios#nct drabbles#nct dream smut#lee jeno smut#kpop drabbles#nct fic#nct fanfic#jeno#nct dream#nct dream fic#nct#jeno smut#jeno x reader
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★ here is the list of the groups/idols i write for and my fics:
GROUPS I WRITE FOR (until now):
NCT 127
ATEEZ
IDOLS I WRITE FOR:
(i'm not gonna write fics for all the members of a group, so here's gonna be the list of those idols)
Christopher Bang Chan
too strong to handle
hardcore
livin' la vida loca
sea of thieves
Lee Minho
one jerk off a day do not keep the doctor away
cops and robbers a short story
Jay Park (EN-)
welcum day!
good friends share
Park Sunghoon
enemies to fuckers
good friends share
Kim Mingyu
welcum day!
the phone call
y/n's sexual adventures a short story
blackmail
a new "friendship" has born
do your (blow)job
gym bros
wet dreams
basketBALLS
Wong Yukhei
happy anniversary!!!
not a birthday cake
ménàge a troi
Na Jaemin
not-so-opposites attract
jae-mean
Winwin
tasty
cruisin' for a fuckin'
Kim Jiwoong
the masseurs
Seok Matthew
Choi Minho
Jung Sungchan
Yangyang
Jackson wang
Jeon Wonwoo
Lee Hoseok
Lee Minhyuk
Lee Jeno
Park Jisung
Park Jinyoung
Hong Seunghan
Lee Juyeon
Lee Sangyeon
Choi Yeonjun
Jake Sim
Choi Beomgyu
#masterlist#male reader#kpop x male reader#bang chan x male reader#lee know x male reader#lee minho x male reader#jay park x male reader#park jongseong x male reader#park sunghoon x male reader#kim mingyu x male reader#na jaemin x male reader#jaemin x male reader#wong yukhei x male reader#winwin x male reader#kim jiwoong x male reader#jiwoong x male reader#seok matthew x male reader#choi minho x male reader#jung sungchan x male reader#sungchan x male reader#liu yang yang x male reader#yang yang x male reader#jacksong wang x male reader#wang jackson x male reader
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Recommended NCT Fics of April 2023💖
hello, hello! here are my nct recs of april! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝
** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **
🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite
Give Me The Greenlight || @fadedncity 🔞💕✅
↳ (this is just the teaser and i have like the full fic in my likes being ready to read SO I AM READY TO READ THE ACTUAL FIC)
Glow Ups || @jaeholic💕✅
↳ YOU LIKE TO THINK YOU’VE ALWAYS SEEN THE BEST IN JEONG JAEHYUN.
Late || @ncityavenue💕✅
↳ in which, Mark's late to his first class and you're stuck "alone" in that class without him.
Monochrome || @sundaysundaes 🔞💕💔✅
↳ Lee Donghyuck once believed in the concept of soulmates—how fate would connect a red thread from one lover to another, in a form of dreams and memories. That was how his parents met, that was how they claimed their happiness, and he wanted nothing more but to live his life the way they lived theirs. Until one day, as he sees her slipping away from his hands, he has no choice but to stop believing entirely.
One, Two, Three || @cherryeoniis💕✅💯💯
↳ In which you devise three different ways to get your best friend to fall in love with you, but things never really go quite as planned.
This Is (Not) Easy || @mrkis 🔞💕💔✅
↳ getting into a friends with benefits situation with your all time best friend was so (not) easy
Trust Me || @springseasonie🔞💕✅
↳ you just got out of a relationship, but for some reason, Haechan can't wait to tell you he likes you. It's not that you don't feel the same, but your mind isn't exactly in the right place after the breakup. But Haechan's words make you feel so good and so secure, that you just have to indulge into what could be.
All Bark No Bite || @jjsneo 🔞✅
↳ lee haechan is the most annoying man you’ve ever encountered. but that doesn’t mean you don’t find him hot; and maybe that’s why he has you flat on his mattress one night at a random frat party.
Hate Me More || @springseasonie 🔞💕💔✅
↳ You really dislike Mark and you're pretty sure he dislikes you too. Ever since he came to the camp last year, he's been nothing short of a headache to you. And now you're forced to work with him this summer, and his mission is clearly to piss you off.
[4AM] || @ihrtnjm💕✅
↳ jeno find you working when you shouldn't be.
Morning With Haechan || @sleeping-sirens💕✅
↳ to be very straightforward, this was inspired by his ig live in hongkong.
Lucky Number Seven || @paintmebare 🔞💕💔✅💯💯💯💯💯
↳ When your less than lovely cousin makes a jab at you, you finally snap and tell her that you're dating her ex-boyfriend (even though you haven't spoken since high school). Johnny agrees to play the role of your boyfriend, though the longer you pretend to be in love, the more you realize you might actually be crushing on him.
[11:56PM] || @gyeomsweetgyeom💕✅
↳ (theres no summary buts this is cute)
Binding Bonds || @jaedore 🔞💕💔✅💯
↳ Being the daughter of a top fashion brand, an arranged marriage isn’t what you’d expect coming out of your mother’s mouth. Especially when she says that it’s with Jung Jaehyun, the son of the CEO who owns one of the biggest trading companies. Of course he’s a heartthrob, a ladies’ man, and prince in the media, but in reality, he’s a royal pain in the ass. Your patience, emotions, and sanity is tested when you’re forced to share a life together. Will it crumble to the ground of the empire you’ve build or will there be a change of heart?
Dad!Johnny || @outro-jo 💕✅💯
↳ you overhear a cute conversation between your husband and daughter
Failed Confessions || @mayaflowerxs 🔞💕💔✅
↳ The five times Jeno failed to confess & ask you out and the one time he finally found the courage. Or, in which Jeno embarrasses himself multiple times until he finally manages to do things right.
Johnny: The Dominant || @notnctu 🔞✅💯
↳ Johnny knows just the way to entertain you when you’re bored.
KDRAMA || @ningningsdream 💕💔✅💯
↳ “why do yall act like you’re in a kdrama?”
Staring + Dreamies || @yongislong 💕✅
↳ when you catch the dreamies staring at you
Wingwoman || @haechwrites💕💔✅💯💯
↳ mark has trouble pulling girls. he also has trouble understanding girls. this makes sense when he asks the best friend of his crush for help when it's blatantly obvious she's actually in love with him.
"You Want Me So Bad” || @yjwfav💕💔✅
↳ mark has been your life-long sworn enemy. from snickering when you scored lower than him to personally telling the teacher you had plagarised in your history essay, you couldn’t be blamed. you had every reason to dislike him, so why do you notice things such as the unique curve of his lips to the way his eyes crease when he laughs. why do you feel like vomiting your heart out at the sight of him? it’s because you’re sick right? right??
My First and Last || @lysyuta💕💔✅
↳ tied together by a school project, y/n and jisung work together and become close. but what happens when they find out that they’re on rival dance teams?
Coffee Shop Date || @jjsneo 🔞💕💔✅💯
↳ After being stood up for a date several times at the small coffee shop that your friend-of-a-friend Renjun works at, he sits down with you to keep you company after closing hours. But talking isn’t exactly what he has in mind. (i say this could fall under the s2l category, like does it not??? i say it does.)
Hits Different || @neowinestainedress🔞✅
↳ nobody ever got under your skin, not until Haechan came in your life and changed everything.
Learning Languages || @tonicandjins 🔞💕💔✅💯💯
↳ in which you're an exchange student and donghyuck teaches you the essential korean phrases you need, and eventually how to fall in love with him
Bf!Hyuk When You Want To Become A Stripper || @haekisses💕✅
Drunk Texts With Doyoung || @phoxphenex💕✅
“He’s Gone, You Can Come Now” On The Dreamies || @doyozen💕✅
NCT Dream Reaction When You Don’t Pick Up Their Phone Calls! || @hugs2doie💕✅💯
↳ (i need to make a fake text section..like i really do the amount of fake texts that i have read in the month of april is outstanding i did it.)
Texting 127 “Meow” || @phoxphenex💕✅
↳ (listen their fake texts got me giggling in the middle of the night man, that must mean something. a. im either lonely or b. im easily amused.)
Texting The Dreamies “Asking/Bringing Home A Pet” || @ohmygs-blog💕✅
Texting The Dreamies “Calling The Dreamies Babygirl” || @ohmygs-blog💕✅
Texting The Dreamies “How Much Do You Like Me” || @ohmygs-blog💕✅
When Dream Tries To Cook You Dinner || @phoxphenex💕✅
Do check out all of the other NCT Fics that i have reblogged as well!!
** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **
#nct scenarios#nct fluff#nct angst#nct smut#nct dream fluff#nct dream scenarios#nct dream angst#nct dream smut#nct 127 scenarios#nct 127 fluff#nct 127 angst#nct 127 smut#nct social media au#nct established relationship au#nct friends to lovers au#nct best friends to lovers au#nct strangers to lovers au#nct fake dating au#nct fic recs#nct recs
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my heart goes out this nomin 💔
♡ reblogging from my shadow-reader days ♡
prince!jaemin confidently kisses his princess when she will only awaken with her one true love’s kiss. distraught, he kisses you again, and again, desperation seeping through when nothing happens and knight!jeno averts his gaze full of shame
battlecry;
⇢ summary: love is cruel, ignorance is bliss, and all good kings must learn this. prompt belongs to @itsmultifandomtrash!
⇢ relationship: na jaemin/reader/lee jeno.
⇢ genre: prince!au, knight!au, angst. just angst. if you came here looking for a good time you will be attacked.
⇢ words: 5.8k.
⇢ warnings: unrequited love. sad boy gang.
a/n: I’m not sure where it went, but a few days ago, @trashknj tagged me on @nctangst‘s post about prince!jaemin where @itsmultifandomtrash sent in the above prompt and asked if I could write it! I got really inspired by it so I decided to give it a shot! hope I could do it justice~ my heart hurts :)
The palace was the quietest it had ever been since the day you were poisoned.
What used to be a sanctuary for laughter and happiness was now like a tomb; its silent walls would close in on you in the long hallways, its cool breezes now felt like icy fingers gripping at any piece of exposed skin it could reach. Royals would have dinner in silence. Nobles would visit with the utmost sincerity in their hearts as they offered their condolences to the king and queen for their daughter. Servants would meet each other’s eyes with grim looks, the question on everyone’s lips but never uttered for fear of reprimanding: would the princess ever wake from this curse?
When the witch had struck you, you had dropped like a rock. Days had gone by since the angry sorceress burst through the crowd of adoring subjects who’d welcomed you into town that too-sunny Saturday, cursing you where you stood because “tyrants should never smile”. It was in the wake of a recent law passed to abolish black magic, and while you’d never had a hand in the commandments of your country, you were the one who suffered the price.
Morbidly, the subjects were at least happy you weren’t dead, but a dreamless, wakeless sleep didn’t sound much better. Your chest still rose and fell underneath the sheer white fabric adorning your chest and your eyelids would flutter every now and then, but never did they open. Your fingers might twitch or your body might shiver when the cold night air would rush in from your bedroom window, but you did not cuddle into your sheets for any warmth. Your blood ran warm underneath your skin, but you were as good as dead.
The ordeal had arisen during the week that Prince Jaemin had come to visit you.
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#★.ᐟ mars#☾.ᐟ moon#fic: short#nct#nct dream#jaemin#jeno#magical realism#royalty au#knightcore#love triangle#arranged marriage au#slow burn#angst
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main masterlist
· · ♡ · · tysm to the amazing creative minds of the writers for giving me sevaral moments of joy reading your creations
i´ll be constantly updating this list so make sure to check it out often for new recs ;)))
pls remember to reblog if you like any of my recs❤️
poly
mark
whats mine its yours - ft. the dreamies, haechan is tired lmao, an intervention needed to happen bc mark was doing the most, he´s just awkward and in love tbh, trying to be a real gentleman bc reader is drunk, they´re into each other a lot but mork is just a nervous drunk mess, cuteeee
sex ban - smut, mark it losing it fr dslfkjhlsdh "He wasn't sure if he was just thinking with his dick, but it felt like you were trying to push him to his limit." you deff were lmao
jaehyun
right where i left you - ANGSTY AFFF, cheating au, break up au, no happy ending, this made me cRY AT 3AM!!, it has 2 parts
johnny
yuta
jungwoo
pancakes - dad!jungwoo, pregnant!reader, just another everyday morning with his daughter, it´s cute
doyoung
taeyong
haechan
bus stop - fluff, love at first sight kinda, it´s short but it´s a sweet read
jeno
jisung
jaemin
renjun
chenle
hendery
naughty boy - fluff, suggestive, established relationship, he is proud of his hickeys, goofy ahh
yangyang
ten
xiaojun
winwin
kun
#nct x reader#nct 127#nct dream#wayv#nct smut#yandere nct#mark lee#mark x reader#jaehyun smut#jung jaehyun#yuta x reader#mark smut#taeyong#johnny suh#hendery x reader
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10k followers... insane!!! i'm always appreciative for all the love on my gifsets, stories, and more. i know i haven't been that active in the last year or so, but i'm always around and am grateful for those who've stuck by over the years. thank you so much <3 y'all are amazing!!!
RULES:
followers only (i will accept anon messages but i'm hoping you follow me ;_;)
reblog this post (likes don't count)
send me an ask with any of the following emojis and respective specific info below
i will be taking asks/submissions until sunday, october 22nd at 11:59pm pst (pacific time)
as always, please be patient and no promises on getting everyone’s gifts done!
tagging everything with #nctsworld10k for blacklisting purposes
some of the ideas for this i've taken from this sleepover post!
gifts for you:
💚 gifset of one to three nct members
send in the names of one to three nct members and i’ll make a gifset of them!
feel free to add concepts, colours/colour palettes, videos, moments, etc. (eg. renjun + 7llin series; yangyang + xiaojun + smiling; taeil, jeno, jaemin + blue, etc.)
🎨 aesthetic archive moodboard/gifset
i will glance at your archive and blog and create a moodboard/gifset based on what i see!
optional: let me know what is your specific aesthetic if it isn’t obvious (eg. water, cities, neon lights, colours, etc.)
📖 blurb/fic request
send me one nct member, a genre or two (fluff and/or smut preferable, but i can also do angst and comedy), and any mixture of tropes/kinks/aus/prompts from this list and i’ll write a short blurb or fic!
🎵 song from my spotify list
i will put my liked songs playlist on spotify on shuffle and give you the song that comes up!
gifts for me:
🍵 confessions
confess to me something on or off anon
🤞 guess the fic
explain one of my fics to me badly and i have to guess which one it is - here is a link to my masterlist
☀️ song recs
send me your favourite song + the artist who does it and tell me why you like it!
tagging the wonderful people who have made my time here awesome!!! special shout-outs to y'all :3
@ambivartence @baekhyuns-lipchain @baekonbaek @baekwin @dearlyminhyung @delhyun @djxiao @fadedinmysong @haechanhour @hchan @hotdogct @huangrenjuns @husbandhoshi @hyuckles-chuckles @hyuckworld @hy-ck @jae-min @jaemtens @jenodreams @jeongvision @jjsungie @lee-minhoe @leehanie @leemarkies @lunena @nakamoto @nctaezen @nctdream @nctsjaemin @neocitycafe @neoneun-au @ohoshi @potatzu @ppangjae @ressonancee @sehunniepot @taeminnomuyeppeo @uservernon @vamphaechan @winsmoke @yunogf
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masterlist
personal faves are italicized.
💛 - well-received - 100+ notes
💙 - popular - 300+ notes
💚 - loved hard - 500+ notes
🤍 - hits - 1k+ notes
nct dream
mark lee
[2:19 a.m.] - angst, timestamp (💛)
five questions - fluff, short story (💚)
renjun hwang
n/a
jeno lee
ready for love - fluff, angst, novella (💚)
ready for love (teaser) - teaser
[6:42 p.m.] (ending) - fluff, timestamp (💛)
haechan lee
nasa - fluffy angst, short story (💛)
jaemin na
lowkey - fluff, drabble (💛)
forgetful - fluff, short story (💙)
chenle zhong
n/a
jisung park
in his first relationship... - requested, headcanons, fluff, nsfw (💛)
ot7
things he reminds me of - fluff, headcanons (💙)
nct dream in college - fluff, headcanons (💛)
in another lifetime... - fluff, headcanons (💛)
other nct members
jaehyun jung
ric flair drip - fluff, angst, nsfw, novella (🤍)
enhypen
jungwon yang
jnn hard hours #1 - smut, thought bubble (💛)
peaches - angst, fluff, bullet fic (💛)
heeseung lee
n/a
jay park
[9:12 a.m.] - fluff, timestamp (💛)
jake sim
n/a
sunghoon park
where have you been? - fluff, drabble
[12:32 am] - suggestive, timestamp
the right side of wrong. - series, novella (💛)
sunoo kim
n/a
riki nishimura
n/a
ot7/ot6 (nsfw)
‘i love you’ - fluff, angst, headcanons (💛)
your love is my favorite color - fluff, headcanons
how much love is there between us? - fluff, headcanons (💛)
riding enhypen - nsfw, headcanons (🤍)
you text them ‘i love you’ randomly - fluff, smau (🤍)
you text them ‘i need you’ - suggestive, smau (🤍)
tomorrow by together
soobin choi
good liars - coming soon...
yeonjun choi
n/a
beomgyu choi
let me let you go - angst, drabble
taehyun kang
n/a
kai huening
n/a
new jeans
minji kim
a phone that won’t ring - angst, fluff, short story (💛)
super shy - fluff, drabble (💛)
hanni pham
n/a
&team
euijoo byun
n/a
yudai koga
dating k - fluff, nsfw, headcanons (💛)
conceited - coming soon...
fuma murata
n/a
nicholas wang
n/a
yuma nakakita
n/a
jo asakura
n/a
aespa
jimin yoo
dating karina - fluff, nsfw, headcanons (💚)
aeri uchinaga
n/a
minjeong kim
n/a
yizhuo ning
dating ningning - fluff, nsfw, headcanons (💙)
boynextdoor
jaehyun myung
n/a
sungho park
n/a
sanghyuck lee
n/a
dongmin han
falling in love at first sight (x3) - fluff, short story (💚)
donghyun kim
nouvelle vague - fluff, smut, novella (💛)
riize
shotaro osaki
n/a
eunseok song
mr. brawn and ms. brain - fluff, short story, first love chronicles #1 (💚)
sungchan jung
n/a
wonbin park
n/a
seunghan hong
DNA. - coming soon...
sohee lee
n/a
anton lee
n/a
ot7
first love chronicles - series, fluff, angst, short stories/novellas
other links!
jnn hard hours [all groups]
jnnul’s [works in progress] - 3/5 completed
jnnul’s [works in progress ii] - 0/4 completed
jnnul's [works in progress iii] - 0/9 completed
#jnnul masterlist#jnnul#kpop masterlist#enhypen masterlist#nct dream masterlist#nct masterlist#txt masterlist#new jeans masterlist#aespa masterlist#andteam masterlist#riize masterlist#boynextdoor masterlist
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♡ reblogging from my shadow-reader days ♡
master of all elements.
synopsis: y/n, a waterbender of the northern water tribe, has been named the new avatar. she must master all of the elements in order to keep the peace of the four nations. which path will she choose first?
pairing: 00 line x reader
genre: fluff, angst
author’s note: i am so late to the game but i finally watched all of avatar the last airbender and i knew i had to make a fic/series about it so here i am. this series is formatted like a dating game. you pick a route with a character (00 line) and then once you finish that route (the fic), you go back and pick another one. the stories have nothing to do with each other, like wiping clean the slate!
the element of change | na jaemin.
your childhood best friend and longtime crush. in your opinion, he should’ve been the avatar but that’s not how it works unfortunately. kind, patient, and achingly handsome, keeping your focus on the bending and not him will prove to be a challenge.
the element of substance | lee jeno.
a gentle, but mysterious, earthbender that saves you when you’re in a sticky situation. for some reason, he refuses to teach you earthbending no matter how much you beg him. it would be much easier to just find another teacher, but there’s just something about him that draws you in.
the element of power | huang renjun.
cold and armed with a nasty temper, this fire nation soldier knows just how to push your buttons. despite his bad attitude, there’s no dispute that he is among one of the most skilled firebenders that’s ever been. at this point, you’re not really sure if you want to kill or kiss him.
↳ the story continues in sunrise: an element of power story.
the element of freedom | lee donghyuck. * for the sake of my sanity, we’re just gonna pretend that the air nomads don’t shave their heads.
a mischievous airbending thief that somehow ropes you into his antics. in exchange for being his accomplice, he teaches you bending. life is never dull with him, but he seems to be running from something and you desperately want to know what.
#★.ᐟ mars#fic: short#fic: series#nct#nct dream#jaemin#jeno#renjun#haechan#atla au#friends to lovers#strangers to lovers#slow burn#magical realism
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