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[onyourhyuck]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐏 | L.JN | PART ONE

— Prologue: “Holy shit i have a MAN THING.”

— Summary: Kim Gauel is your typical smart girl who doesn’t mess about and Lee Jeno is your typical hot sports player on the hockey team. One night their bodies swap and are forced to be each other.

— Genre: SMUT SMUT DNI. SERIES. Crack comedy(?) with romance. Body Swap trope. Swapping identities trope. Bickering to lovers. Coming Of Age. Dirty jokes incoming. Jeno is a fucking horny ball of fire. Gauel is a good girl type meanwhile Jeno is your typical frat into sports with actual personality.

— Notes: I love identity swapping trope with comedy.

— Tag List: @baehaechannie @devinitysann @toroufriteh

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When Gauel thought about renting a house with a bunch of roommates she didn’t really think it would be a bunch of losers who are guys.

Every Wednesday night they open up the tv and have a whole gaming night until freaking midnight or sometimes past midnight until the sunlight comes up.

She is currently trying to study so it’s not very helping hearing screaming guys at each other.

Trotting out of the bedroom Gauel encounters a heinous sight of football obsessed boys with another gaming obsession to add on to their life bucket list. These types of people have the lowest ambitions and she hates to admit it, they don’t have anything going for them in her eyes they might be the low scum of the barrel but nonetheless the only sole reason as to why she is currently living under one roof with them is because they split the rent up.

It makes the situation easier and more adorable to split the high rent together into eight sections. Nonetheless Gauel not only feels like a freaking outcast now, she feels like she’s about to live through a nightmare now.

She steps in front of the tv causing the boys to combust loud groans complaining. “Come on move out my way my freaking Mario kart will become tenth place!” The blonde boy with a strong jawline and piercing black eyes, that would be Lee Jeno. The hockey star playing and an absolute menace on the high school team.

Jeno and Gauel never see eye to eye and whenever they talk it’s usually a bunch of misshaping insults thrown at one another.

They come from such different backgrounds it’s like comparing two different universes together. Gauel came from practically nothing with a single father who works hard labour fishing jobs and goes on sea explorations leaving his daughter to look after herself.

Meanwhile Jeno comes from a very rich part of Incheon where his father invests in truck companies and actually owns the most used truck company in Korea right now.

The young girl pushed her glasses on the bridge as she stands in front of the screen. “Can you guys keep your voices down? Seriously some of us are trying to pass our history test tomorrow.”

On the side a boy with black hair and a very noticeable accent. “Yeah — that someone being only you in this world.”

Gauel glares when the boys collectively laugh finding Mark’s side comment hilariously true. Which it is but that was no need to invalid her freaking complaint.

“Ha ha very funny.” She dryly replied and Jeno smirks widely checking her up and down. Now noticing the attire of what Gauel wore it was a simple pairs of shorts and a tank top which reveals enough cleavage and the sheer thin looking legs.

He whistles looking down. “You wouldn’t mind giving us a little twirl if you’re going to stand there looking pretty,” he soft leans adding. “Right?”

Gauel forms a display series of disgust and anger on her beautiful face as she wore the glasses reflecting the expression quite well. “You’re disgusting.” She spat turning around to leave going back inside the room.

The boys collect their laughter again together she can hear their voices finding this so amusing to see how reactive she became.

Donghyuck exclaims. “Good one Jen!” Renjun chuckles. “I’m still surprised she hasn’t kicked us out yet.” The Chinese boy with lavish split dye hair with the bottom being blonde spoke.

“Ehh. She was desperate and she knows we are loaded so who wouldn’t? On the plus side now we can party as much as we want without our parents being on our asses.”

Chenle whistles grabbing the remote controller of the Mario kart they were playing for hours now. “Just saying. If you’re not going to hit that soon, I might.” He retorts mentioning an emphasis on Gauel’s door as he widely smirks.

Donghyuck widens his eyes wowing again. “What no way?” He screams a little unable to contain the shocking truth from his friend. He leans whispering to Chenle. “You mean HER?”

He gave a strong nod smirking at the thought of actually hooking up with the smartest girl in their high school who’s known for a strict ‘no dating policy’ considering she puts on more focus on the studies than actual socialising or having fun per say. To have a popular boy want to actually do things with her was a surprise — but to have Zhong Chenle say that? Geez his friends were bewildering.

Jeno frowns. “I don’t know what you see exactly in her Zhong. I mean let me get this straight.” Turning around the blonde boy faces his friend with a serious expression unable to shake the idea even out. “You’re wanting to sleep with Kim Gauel the girl who’s never kissed a guy probably in her entire freaking life, only knows how to study and become a teacher’s pet — and has no friends. At all.”

“And she doesn’t even look that good!” Jeno shrugs not quite getting on the couch yet but still moving a lot.

Chenle cockily responds shaking his eyebrows in pleasure. “The innocent and smart ones are the way to go.”

“Trust me boys on this one.” Chenle said convincingly.

Donghyuck blurts out. “As long as it’s not Jaemin’s type in girls I think you’re good on my part.” The boy looks over to him with a side-glare enough to burn a hole into Donghyuck. “Elaborate on what my type exactly is?”

“Whores with chlamydia.” He says with a fake smile. Jaemin the one with a side part on the hair gets up rolling up the sleeve to the shirt as he darkly exhales. “Yah Lee Donghyuck.”

“Your type isn’t any better. You’re the one who slept with a woman over the age fifty.” Jaemin smartly puts out causing Donghyuck and him to play punch each other and near-strangle themselves on the floor.

Jeno laughs watching his friends fight knowing they will make up in a bit or two only you had to wait it out to see their stupid faces come together once more. Mark taps on Jeno’s shoulder as he would point the daggers to the door opening when looking over Jeno saw the young girl coming out going to the bathroom with a towel in arm and a bunch of products in the other.

Mark smirks. “You can’t deny she has a cute face.” He said trailing as Gauel was no longer in the frame.

“Cute face but nothing going underneath.” Jeno said in a matter of insulting her as he looks away. “And not my type at all. I prefer — sexy girls. You know like Kim Jennie in class A3.”

“There’s nothing in this world that would make me feel anything for that annoying nerd.”

‘And there’s nothing that will make me love you, Lee Jeno.’ Gauel thought with determination with an ear to the door eavesdropping on the conversation.

‘They’re just a bunch of womanisers.’

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A new arrives just like any other but leaves a straining taste on the tongue surfacing soon to reality when waking up from the deep slumber in depths that felt like a heavenly surge dream but now deforms to a long lasting images of hell.

Rolling off the bed Gauel walks out of her bedroom groaning with half asleep eyes barely opening, only seeing blurriness and using hands to move around to get inside the bathroom.

And when she did she sat on the toilet sliding off the pyjama shorts and rubs the eyes with the palm groaning once again. “God I hate mornings.” She said reaching the toilet paper but once she did.

The legs spreading a little open she soon realised who she was. Gauel looks around gasping letting the toilet paper drop rolling on the ground completely leaving a trail of white toilet paper in a circular motion. She shakily looks in between the legs to see well something that shouldn’t even be logical possible —

A man thing, was all that came into her head as she stood up going to the mirror to check who’s identity it was.

She stood being Lee Jeno.

“Holy shit i have a MAN THING!”

But the minute she yelled out having a voice deeper octaves than before it sounded exactly like Jeno — it’s like SHE WAS Lee Jeno and no longer the girl she was before.

The bathroom door re-opens and she saw her own body now standing that has left her own very room shockingly watching Gauel with widen eyes pointing at her own chest.

“Holy mother-of-God I have TITS WOWSA!”

She glares shouting in absolute disbelief and shock to see what was happening; they swapped bodies.

They swapped lives out of nowhere, out of any triggering factor that could be causing this to happen.

Jeno was in her body and Gauel was in his body.

However the boy now stuck in a girl body was fondling the breasts in amazement he had widen eyes of fascination as he exclaims trailing a bunch of ‘Whoas’ and ‘Wows’ enough to irritate Gauel and come forward pointing at him.

“Yah don’t touch my breasts like that!” Gauel yells out reaching over to smack his hands off her own precious body.

Jeno looks down at Gauel seeing the shorts she wore that belongs to his a very vibrant bump on the crotch and he croaks out teasingly adding seeing one eyebrow wiggle.

“Oh look at you,” the blonde boy starts. “Something for you excited this morning or what?”

Gauel was confused what he meant but when seeing the boy’s eyes go down to the crotch area she hesitantly looking down puts up her palms on the crotch in panic rushing to her face.

“I- w-what is happening why are you getting hard?” Gauel fumbles upon the sentences beginning to stutter out and Jeno begins to smirk forward. “Oh no not me. You are getting hard.” He’d correct matter of factly.

“Why… Why is this happening to us. Why are you in my body? What is happening this can’t be real.” Gauel grabs her own head as she looks in the mirror finding this to be quite figuratively fucking impossible.

Jeno on the other hand turns around whistling. “I have no idea but honestly i did always wonder how it feels to be a girl.”

She glares pointing out. “I bet it’s your fault we are like this now! What have you done to me.”

“I didn’t do anything! I wouldn’t even want to be you if I wanted to be a girl I would’ve picked someone with a bigger ass and tits just saying.”

Gauel never felt so traumatised but as well as embarrassed and insulted at once it felt like a complete game loss to her and now Lee freaking Jeno has to be and act like her until they can figure out how to solve this voodoo mystery problem that’s going to absolutely be the end of her.

Another door opens causing them both to turn around and look at a boy coming in to use the bathroom but stops when they saw them.

Jisung’s ruffled up hair sideways he looks at them sleepily like he suddenly just woke up from a dream.

“What are you two doing here? Get out if you’re not using it.” He said going in.

Gauel begins to push Jeno and Jisung out now saying a repeating ‘No, No, No, No not yet’ causing the boys to be left shocked and behind the door as Gauel grabs the doorknob.

“I haven’t done my skin care routine yet.” She says seriously. This was her routine she has to continue or else it will damage her sensitive skin.

Jisung furrows at her. “Hyung you don’t have a skin care routine. The only routine you have is take a shower and brush your teeth in the morning.” It was odd to see his friend suddenly fall into a random pool of moisture and cleansing.

Jeno couldn’t help but mentally slap himself because she totally forgot she wasn’t in her own body — she was in fact IN HIS body now.

His friend is confused when the door slaps and he rubs the back of his head letting the hair run through the fingertips as his gaze turns to Jeno.

He awkwardly didn’t say anything because he usually doesn’t speak to Gauel, and she doesn’t usually speak to him either he was one of the quiet ones who did his own thing.

“Yo bro mind giving me back the tee shirt you owe me?”

He spoke freely because he knew that Jisung has his own shirt but he totally slipped out disregarding the fact that he’s a woman now and not himself which leaves him staring at a confused and broken down Jisung watching in fear.

What shirt does he own a girl?

“Uh what?” Jisung said back.

“Uhm never mind don’t… don’t worry about it… bro.” Jeno slowly trails look away and then turns around suddenly. “Wait,”

Jisung stops going back to stare at the girl who was scaring the living heck out of him.

Jeno warily questions.

“Why are you speaking informally to me?”

The taller boy with a younger baby face bows his head apologetically unknowingly he never once asked about her age and now he was scared. He assumed she was younger or at least similar age but apparently not?

“Oh… sorry… Noona.” Jisung added awkwardly.

“Ahuh better freaking be.” Jeno arrogantly said crossing arms grumpily.

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.ᐟ 爱 | h.rj

summary: you ask renjun to teach you chinese, hoping to gather some courage to confess to your crush

genre: one-shot, fake texts, fluff

.ᐟ are you mine | l.jn

summary: after taking on a summer job at the carnival, lee jeno finds himself yearning for something other than money

genre: smau series, fluff, humour, slow burn

.ᐟ cosmos | l.hc ⟡˖ ࣪

summary: every valentine's day, a mysterious stranger sends you a heartfelt message, professing their timeless and unwavering love for you

genre: one-shot, fake texts, fluff, humour

.ᐟ voicemail | l.hc

genre: one-shot, written, hurt/comfort

.ᐟ fwb!haechan

genre: fake texts, humour

.ᐟ secrets | z.cl ⟡˖ ࣪

summary: the one where chenle calls everyone "babe" in order to hide his secret relationship

genre: one-shot, smau, fluff, humour

.ᐟ remember | z.cl

summary: chenle can't seem to get you out of his head

genre: one-shot, fake texts, hurt/comfort

.ᐟ stars | p.js

summary: your memories with jisung

genre: one-shot, written, fluff

riize ᡣ𐭩

.ᐟ voicemail | s.es

genre: one-shot, written, fluff

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Madness From My Heart

PAIRING | joker l.jn x harley f. reader

GENRE | angst? fluff? chaos?

WORD COUNT | 

NOTE | saw an edited image of jeno as joker and let me tell you, it had me feeling a certain way. so I was inspired to do a lil something. :)

WARNING | not much but there is a moment where jeno slightly hurts reader. in no way is this meant to be projected on him as a person. we all now that man is softer than a puppy.

SUMMARY | you’ve been wandering the streets with batman after a few months of having left jeno. the clown prince of gotham had broken your heart too many times for you to take. when word reaches  his ears about your outings with his nemesis, he’s even more desperate to find you. when he finally catches up to you, demanding you to come back he realizes batsy’s influence reached your pretty head. he doesn’t remember you ever being so stubborn and he doesn’t like it. not one bit.

You’re sitting on the edge of the rusty container box, legs dangling and hitting against the metal. You were looking off into the skies, seeing how the stars twinkled in the vast darkness. They looked pretty, but you thought they’d look even more beautiful ruined in flames and ashes. You hear a voice call your name below, from a shadow that starts to take form. One you’d recognize anywhere.

“Harley. You’ve done so well to hide yourself.”

“Puddin.” 

Jeno closes his eyes, taking in the way you call him by his nickname. The one you chose for him. When he opens his eyes, he’s staring deep into your chaotic ones.

“My little one. You’ve run off for so long. Did you enjoy yourself?” Your lips curl into a grin, in a way so special to you but also resembling the unhinged and dangerous expression of your Joker. You learned it from him after all, he was the one who reached out to you in that long ago lonely and pathetic life.

You speak in between giggles and dramatic gestures, “The worlds so dull puddin! I only gave it a splash of color.” Jeno gestures for you to come down. His arms opened wide as if he’d catch you. That tempts you to do so. Oh how lovely it would be to jump into his arms, losing yourself in those manic eyes, playing with his deep green hair that matches so well with the purple jacket he’s wearing. But you don’t.

“Darling, I’m happy I’ve found you. Won’t you come down here and give me a kiss?” You pout, feigning that you couldn’t hear him. Just as he’s always done to you.

“I hear your pet soldier gave you some intel. Sad that I went on a play date with batsy?” That wipes the grin off his face. Ha, hypocrite.

“That was not a play date. It was a mistake. But I’m willing to overlook it if you just come down and greet me. Be a dear won’t you? You know I don’t beg.” Jeno was never one to beg. Of course not. No, people begged at his feet instead. To have mercy, to let them go, or to be adoring devotees. But he never got on his knees for anyone. Not even for you. Which was why you were enjoying looking down upon him, having him call out for you. Maybe he meant it or maybe not. You couldn’t know, you spent years dedicated to loving him. And he repaid you with a broken heart.

“But it’s such a pretty look on you sweets.”

“Harleen Quinzel.” You come to a slow stop. Well that was a first. Never had Joker ever called you by that name. That person died long ago. Oh, that had to mean that Jeno was genuinely upset with you. Has he ever felt that before? You bring your hand up to cover the little gasp that leaves your mouth.

“Are you…perhaps upset with me,” you enunciate his name slowly, “J-e-n-o?” You start laughing and miss how his playful expression became more angered. The grin on his mouth was there but an angry glare shone in his eyes.

“Upset? No darling, how could I ever be upset with you? Although, it’s starting to tire me of having to wait for you to come down.”

“Then maybe you should try comin up puddin-” You barely finish your sentence when Joker lunges forward grabbing you by your ankle. He pulls you down into his embrace while you feel the burning pain of your back being slammed into the metal box. Jeno looks down at you but you don’t back down. Not after all he’s done, after all those times of whispering lies to you.

“My little darling, you’ve been gone so long. I’ve actually started to miss you.” Jeno does something that you didn’t expect in his nature. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he places his lips on yours. It’s an angry kiss, as he entangles himself within you. But it starts to slow down and soon Jeno’s lips are moving more softly against yours, little pecks here and there. Was he ever that gentle?

He separates from you, now nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. Your breathing is heavy as you stare wide eyed into nothingness. You weren’t scared of him. You weren’t scared of your love for him. People used to think you foolish for wanting him. But you could care less because he had taken you into his arms. But then he’d hurt you deeply and it made you want to laugh and laugh because you could never figure him out entirely.

He hums slowly, “You won’t run away from me again will you? I almost went mad.”

“But you are mad puddin.” Jeno's deep laugh projects out into the night.

“You know what’s true madness? Have you ever tasted it?” Jeno comes up to look into your eyes as you do his. You know your answer but you want to hear him say it.

“Do you want to know what it tastes like? Hm?” and with a quick glance to your lips he whispers, “it tastes like you.”

Joker’s always been all about his cause of madness and his crazed obsession with Batman. The only one who was up to par with his antics and atrocities. But maybe that wasn’t all he was obsessed with. Not with the way you started to make him feel. Batman was important to him. But so were you. And he knew what he meant to you. So anytime you decided you weren’t feeling well or that he wasn’t treating you just right, he’d paint the city red just for you. Just as you would do for him. Because that’s how he showed his love. Even if he couldn’t accept that it was that which he felt for you.

[planetkiimchi]

the language of flowers | l.jn

featuring: film director!jeno x artist!reader (no gendered terms), jaemin, chenle and jisung cameos

summary — jeno doesn't speak of his affection in words. instead, he teaches you that the letter "L", in his love language of flowers, is for lavender lozenges, lily of the valleys, lockets and love.

author's note: damn the stars rlly aligned for me to post this one... originally was just gonna let it rot in my drafts but here i am posting it for @strxbrymochi 's bday. happy belated bday ki !! muah ily. also, this is part of the “and they were roommates” universe.

You should have been prepared for Jeno to be constantly busy when you started dating him four months ago. But it still comes as a shock to you when Jeno sits you down on a Saturday afternoon, a plate of violet cookies placed in front of you.

"I'm sorry," he begins. The moment the words escape his lips, you know what this is all about. Even so, you keep quiet, allowing him to continue with the apology he's prepared.

"I've been signed on to do a short film, and they want us to do the shooting overseas."

Although you knew it was coming, it still comes as a punch to your gut. Being away from Jeno is hard for you, and you don’t want to let him go.

"Where to?" you ask, the words coming out before you can stop them. It's too late now to tell him to stay, and you curse your brain for being two steps behind your stupid, ever-running mouth.

"London. It's a Victorian era film, they said, about flowers."

You permit yourself a small smile. "You love flowers."

Jeno looks down, nodding once. "Yep."

You reach over, tilting his chin up. "Look at me."

He does, eyes quivering anxiously while he waits for you to speak. You’re always the one talking—rambling—and now that you’re silent, it must scare him. You touch your forehead to his, and you feel him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Don't be sorry. Go, and enjoy yourself. Pour your soul into it. I'll wait for you to come back, okay? Don't forget me when you're busy working with everyone else."

Jeno lifts up his hand, and you press your palm against his, fingers interlocking with his. "Won't forget you," Jeno mumbles. "I couldn't ever forget you."

You grin, kissing his nose. "I know you wouldn't, silly boy."

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As Jeno wheels his luggage over the smooth airport floor, he turns to look over at you, shuffling your feet and staring at the ground. He leans over, whispering in your ear, "Blue salvia."

Think of me. It's one of the first flowers that Jeno gave you before you started dating, a secret confession you only learnt about when he finally told you what it meant. Now, it serves as encouragement for you, something to accompany you when Jeno can't.

You smile at him, eyes wide and pensive. "Have a safe flight."

Jeno wraps you into a hug, burying his face in your hair. He doesn't know when he'll get to see you again, and he's not sure if he can survive these months without you. But for both of your sakes, he'll try.

"See you later, alligator."

"In a while, crocodile," you reply, the familiar words a promise between the two of you to weather this storm together.

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Jeno sits in his seat, flipping his phone in his hand as he waits impatiently for the plane to take off. He tries his best not to look at the time, trying not to count down the seconds in his mind, trying not to keep track of how long it's been since he last saw your face.

An announcement starts to play, asking all passengers on the flight to turn their attention to the flight attendants as they begin the safety briefing. Jeno looks at the flight attendant, but doesn't process the words he's hearing, his mind too focused on the thought of you.

He slips his hand into his pocket, his fingers finding purchase. The plastic crinkles in his palm as he draws the object out, realising that it's a sweet. You told him once that you always have to bring sweets when you’re flying, to suck on in order to prevent your ears from getting blocked.

Jeno has packed the mints you asked him to, but they're in his bag. He swiped the lavender lozenges from your stash that morning, a keepsake to remember you by on the trip. As the pilot announces that the plane is taking off, Jeno pops the sweet into his mouth, the taste of sugar and lavender dissolving on his tongue.

He misses you.

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Jeno is rudely awakened from his sleep by Jaemin shaking his shoulder. "Good morning," the elder says in a singsong voice, and Jeno's eyes spring open. He casts Jaemin a dirty look, but the latter just grins back at him.

Jeno sighs irritably, getting to his feet and hauling himself out of the bed. His heart's not in it—not in this trip, and maybe not even in the film—and Jaemin knows it.

However, it's not like either of them has a choice. Jaemin liked the script for this film, and Jeno did too. He had plenty of ideas for the film. Despite it being a small project, Jeno believes it can turn out much better than people are expecting it to.

The only issue is that it's not in Korea. It's far away from you, and Jeno needs you in more ways than one. You are his source of comfort and his pillar of strength, but most importantly, you are his muse. Without you, he finds himself unable to function, not knowing which step to take next. Because all he wants to do is find the path that leads back to you, even if it's the worst or stupidest decision he could possibly make.

Longing gnaws at him every day, carving a giant you-sized hole in his chest. He snatches his copy of the script off the table, and Jaemin takes a sweeping glance over the room.

"You've surprisingly tidy for someone who looks like he has zero motivation to keep things organised."

"That's because all of my shit is in my suitcase, so I'm prepared to go back at the shortest notice."

Jaemin rolls his eyes at Jeno's retort, clapping his hands together. "Alright, smartass. Get moving so you won't be the last one to arrive again."

Jeno tugs on his shoes, slipping his hands into his coat and taking an umbrella before getting out of the door.

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Your takeout arrives earlier than expected, and you suddenly recall that you haven’t checked your mailbox in almost a week. Usually, Jeno's the one who does it, collecting mail while waiting for the elevator to arrive. When Jeno had just left, you had made a conscious effort to check the mailbox every day, but now that it's been almost a month, you’re starting to forget again.

You pick up the takeout box and place the food on the table before exiting again and heading downstairs to check the mailbox.

As per usual, the mailbox is full of bills, although usually the number of letters is much fewer. You mindlessly flip through the envelopes, not paying much attention, until one of the letters catches your eye.

It's sealed with wax, which strikes you as odd—who even uses wax to seal envelopes in this day and age?—and you place it on top of the other letters to examine later.

Upstairs, you neatly place the letters on the dining table for you to settle later on. Then, you turn your attention back to the sleek, cream-coloured envelope, intrigued.

You take a closer look at the wax seal, realising that it's a stamp of a flower bouquet. Could it be from Jeno? you wonder.

It doesn't seem very likely, however. Jeno has never been one for dramatic flair, and the simple yet elegant letter practically screams dramatic. There's only one person you knows that's this dramatic, and it's…

"Donghyuck," you breathe out. One of Jeno's college friends, Donghyuck is the definition of dramatic. He loves to exaggerate and make a big fuss out of everything, and it's entertaining to say the least. Donghyuck is also chattier than most, similar to yourself, and the two of you had hit it off when you first met at one of Jeno's college roommate's place.

Donghyuck is essentially your key to Jeno's past. Jeno has been a solitary creature for all the time you’ve known him, and he doesn't talk much about his life before he met you. Besides Jaemin and Donghyuck, Jeno doesn't initiate much interaction with his old friends either. His friends respect that, so you don’t know much about what Jeno was like in the past.

However, Donghyuck is different. He loves to bring up embarrassing memories, inside jokes, and tell people old stories about his friends. You have always loved to listen to Donghyuck talk about Jeno in college, or even his first impression of Jeno when he saw him around in high school.

If it weren't for Donghyuck, you might not even have known about Jeno's friends' whereabouts now, nor have gotten to know about them.

Remembering the letter in your hand, you hurriedly get a hairdryer to heat up the seal, gingerly removing it and opening up the letter.

Dear Jeno and Y/n, you are cordially invited to Lee Donghyuck and Ha Yeon-seok's wedding...

Wait, what? You read the first line again, your heart stopping when you see the word “wedding”. Wedding? It takes you a few seconds to remember that you’re 24 now, which is almost a reasonable age to get married at. Since neither you nor Jeno had dated anyone for a while before you got together, sometimes you forget that other people have been dating for years now.

You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself, and continue reading.

The wedding is to be held in London, and it briefly crosses your mind that Yean-seok is half British. Once you’ve processed that information, you do a double take and check the date. It's in six months from now, and you have to get presentable clothes that fit the colour scheme within that time period.

While you’re wondering now to get the clothes in time, your phone dings.

jeno: hey, y/n you: hello jeno: i have... news.

Jeno calls to inform you that, regrettably, there has been a complication with some of the scenes. For one scene in particular, they had arranged for a horse carriage to be used during the filming. However, due to a miscommunication, the horse has been sold to someone else instead.

The screenwriter insists on having the horse be a specific breed for stylistic reasons, but the budget for the project makes it infeasible for the team to find a suitable horse in a short span of time.

Jaemin wants to postpone the project so he can discuss the details with the screenwriter, and clarify everything to ensure there will be no more hiccups in the production. The rest of the team will either fly back to Korea, or stay in London, whichever is more convenient for them. Since editing can be done remotely, there is little incentive for them to all have to renew their visas.

However, Jaemin has asked Jeno to stay in London so all of the important members of the team can be physically present, to ensure everybody is on the same page.

When you ask Jeno when he will return, he shrugs and says, "In two months, or half a year—I have no clue."

Although you’re upset and annoyed with his lack of a reaction, you understand that Jeno is upset too. He's suppressing his emotions, which is a bad habit of his. But you aren’t going to lash out and make him feel more demoralised, so you just mutter a quick "love you" and hang up.

After hanging up, you belatedly realise you haven’t told him about the wedding invitation yet. Still reeling from his indifferent attitude, you decide to tell him after both of you have cooled down.

—

Days turn into weeks, that turn into months, and somehow you haven’t been able to address the issue of Donghyuck's wedding. You have been through your closet countless times, and after rummaging and filtering through both of your clothes, you’ve prepared a suitable ensemble for both of them.

You’ve sent an RSVP to Donghyuck to let him know that you and Jeno would be attending, and an excited Donghyuck had sent you a video of Yeon-seok and himself clapping happily.

You have also booked a flight for a week before the date of the wedding, to give yourself time to adjust to the time difference, and you plan to stay after the wedding to spend time with your and Jeno's friends as well.

Despite having settled almost everything, you’ve left one very important detail out—you haven’t discussed it with Jeno yet.

Jeno knows that there's a wedding, of course. Donghyuck had announced it in the group chat when he and Yeon-seok first got engaged, and Yeon-seok had sent an update once the details of the wedding were confirmed.

When Jeno told you about the wedding, you told him about the invitation, and you both laughed over how excessive it was.

But if you said any more about the wedding, you’d have to bring up the elephant in the room and ask if Jeno would still be working on "Chamomile Tea" during the time period, if he'd be busy, or if he'd return to Korea before that. And that, even after all the time that had passed, remained a sore spot for both of you.

So even as the date loomed closer, your conversations with Jeno never went too far in the direction of the wedding. Instead, you tiptoed around the upcoming event like shattered glass was sprinkled over it, and you didn't know what the consequences of stepping on it would be.

Arriving in London is a dream. It always has been, since you learnt that their universities look like castles and their winter consists of dreary, rainy mornings that are perfect for staying in and cuddling while cheesy rom-coms play on the TV. But it's never been your dream to land in London alone, with no one to pick you up from the airport, standing starstruck in the middle of the polished floors while people hurry by.

Some lady you don't recognise waves at you. When you frown, squinting to see if it's a familiar face, the lady walks up to you and grins, "Hi! I'm Soyeon."

You cock your head in contusion.

"I'm the screenwriter for 'Chamomile Tea', the short film Jaemin's overseeing. He wasn't able to come because he's busy trying to keep Jeno out of trouble, he said."

You let out a short laugh. That does, in fact, sound like Jaemin's job most of the time. Soyeon hands you a ticket, folding your fingers around it before you can protest.

"Jeno wanted all three of us to go to an art museum to get inspiration, but I've already finished my part for this project. All that's left for me is to give input, not come up with more ideas. Jaemin suggested that I give my ticket to you, so here it is." Taking a closer look at the ticket, you realise that it's an exhibition meant to celebrate the changing of season from summer to autumn.

"Leaves turning brown," you read aloud. "Petals fall and colours fade, yet many are enraptured by the cooling season that is autumn. Artist Hwang Yeji explores textures, colours and more in this vibrant display."

Soyeon smiles encouragingly at you. "I've known Jeno only for a few months, and he's always been extremely cold towards everyone, but his face lights up whenever he receives a text from you. And when you order takeout for him? That's the only time I see him enjoy his meals."

Your lips tremble as Soyeon continues, "Jeno's mind is a complex place. I'd hate for all that creative potential to be wasted just because he's busy moping. That's why I offered to pick you up instead of Jaemin—I was interested to know who could be the only one to make Jeno truly smile."

You close the distance between yourself and Soyeon, wrapping your arms around the latter. Even if you have only just met her, Soyeon seems so sweet and genuine. Her honest words caught you off guard, but you are touched that she dared to say them.

Soyeon pats your hair comfortingly. "Let me know if you need any more help."

You discreetly blink back tears, ignoring the stinging sensation in your nose, and force a smile. "Thanks, Soyeon."

"You're very welcome."

—

You climb out of the taxi with a sunflower in hand and your suitcase in the other. The exhibition is held in a building with windows as wide as you are tall, the stained glass illuminated by the sunlight.

The lady at the entrance scans your ticket and waves you through with a smile, and you return it before heading on inside.

Panels upon panels of stained glass line the corridors, angled in a way that pictures of light are projected on the ground, weaving between the paintings, casting an angelic glow on each artwork.

Jaemin catches your eye before you can get stuck at any of the paintings, and shushes you with a finger on his lips as you speed up.

"Hi, jagiya," he says lowly, wrapping you in a quick hug. "Jeno's busy and I didn't tell him you were coming, so the rest is up to you. I'll leave the two of you alone, okay? Call me if you need me."

You nod, squeezing his shoulder gratefully.

—

You tuck your sunflower behind your back and wheel your suitcase to the side, silently approaching Jeno. He's completely absorbed in studying the details of the painting, so you gently rest your chin on his shoulder.

"Hey, baby." Jeno turns, coming face-to-face with you. Your noses touch, and from the corners of your eyes, you see Jeno's cheeks flush red-hot. You raise your hand to cool his cheek, but he grabs your wrist first, eyes locked on your face. His pupils dart from side to side, scouring your face as if he's afraid you’re just a figment of his imagination.

You stay in that position, Jeno’s fingers curled around your wrist, until he's convinced that you’re real, at which point his face floods with exhaustion and relief.

He buries his head in the crook of your neck, nuzzling into the space between your chin and collarbone. His hands come to rest naturally around your waist, and his hand brushes against the sunflower.

He moves back suddenly, surprised, and you awkwardly manoeuvre your arms around him. This allows you to present the sunflower you bought at a nearby florist to your boyfriend, and you’re delighted by the grin spreading across his lips.

"Have I ever told you that I love you?" He asks.

"No, but you've given me red camellias, and I think that’s basically the same thìng."

Jeno chuckles. "Basically.”

Jeno reaches for your suitcase, holding tightly onto the sunflower you’ve just given him. He turns to you, raising his eyebrows expectantly. "Well? I'll take you back to her hotel."

You frown, pulling back in surprise. "What are you talking about?"

"Aren't you tired?"

You wave his concern off flippantly. "I'll be just fine. I'll crash later, and the jetlag will hit me like a truck, but I've already allocated a week for getting used to it."

Jeno snorts. "As expected."

You wave your ticket. "Hey, Soyeon's already passed up her chance to see this exhibition so I could go, okay? I'm not planning to waste it."

Jeno nods hastily in an attempt to placate you. "Okay! Let's go then."

He trails behind you obediently until you see a piece that catches your fancy, stopping to take a look. The painting depicts several lilies of the valley in a vase. Behind the vase, there are two mountains painted in grey, but the small patch of grass that the lilies sit on is several vibrant shades of green.

You stay in front of that painting for a while, impressed by the details and texture on the canvas. A shutter sound catches your attention, and you blink a few times before turning to see Jeno holding up his camera and smiling sheepishly.

He rubs the back of his neck and says, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. You looked too good standing there, I just had to get a shot of you."

"It's okay." You look back at the canvas, eyebrows knitting together. 

"Don't you think the art style looks familiar?"

"I don't know much about paintings, so I can't say... " Jeno's reply dies on his lips, and he, too, stares at the painting with interest. "You're right, it does look familiar."

The two of you hum in concentration, Jeno resting his chin on top of your head while you wrack your brain for an answer. You tilt your head this way and that, and then it hits you.

"Park Jisung," you say at the same time Jeno does. "How did you–"

Jeno points at a small square of text. "It says right here. Park Jisung, 24, oil on canvas." You mentally slap your forehead. How could you forget that museums put up a description of each artwork and its artist? You must be too tired from the flight.

"That's right, " you say. "That's why it looks so familiar. Contrasting colours was one of the most defining aspects of his style."

You met Jisung at a kids' art camp when you were in university, and the two of you had learnt a lot from each other while teaching the kids. You were surprised to find out that he was two years your senior in a different university, despite being the same age as you.

You lost contact with him after that, and were very, very shocked to see him at Jeno's college reunion. Although you don't speak much to Jisung now, the things you learnt from him at that one camp will stick with you forever.

"That kid's insane," Jeno muses. "He skipped a year in elementary, lived with hyungs he barely knew in university, and did side jobs because he hadn't gotten a scholarship to pay for his tuition fees, unlike Yeon-seok."

You shrug. "Maybe not 'insane'. Just determined."

Jeno nods. "And he's not much of a kid anymore, is he?"

You shake your head with a smile. "Not anymore."

—

As you wander around with Jeno, stopping at paintings to admire them, a sense of melancholy threatens to overwhelm you, slipping between your eyelids like a mass of black water, a receding wave preparing to crash upon the shore of your eyelashes.

You blink back thoughts of insecurity, trying to focus on the artworks and not your feelings, but it’s no use. You can’t escape from the thoughts running wild in your head, and it gets the better of you, a lone tear managing to get past your barriers, trailing slowly down your cheek.

You subtly wipe it away, but Jeno notices immediately, and he stops short.

He turns towards you, concern emanating off his being, and it offers you some comfort. He holds you carefully, like he’s not sure if you’ll break apart in his hands. His body shields you from anything else in the museum, encasing you in a bubble of protection and silence.

You breathe in deeply; once, then twice. You feel the heat behind your eyes slowly fading to a simple stinging sensation, one that doesn’t make you feel completely helpless.

Jeno’s hands tighten around you, and you instinctively lean in towards him. He doesn’t speak, allowing you to unravel the spool of thread wrapped around your lungs, prying apart the anxiety that prevents you from breathing.

When you can think straight again, you look at Jeno, and he knows.

Without words, understanding passes between you, and Jeno knows everything that’s running through your mind.

He nudges you, gently. Are you okay? his eyebrows ask, raising so high they almost disappear into his fringe.

You can lie about a lot of things, like why you came to the museum in the first place or how you feel staring at the art on the walls or whether you’re okay right now, but you don’t. Because you know that regardless of what you say, Jeno will see right through you like you’re a ghost. You’ll never understand if it’s because it’s you, or if everyone’s feelings are transparent to him. You don’t think you care.

It’s enough to just stand there, weightless. You’re completely supported by Jeno, whose embrace is so tight it’s practically lifting you off the ground, and you;re not complaining.

If he could lift your burdens off your mind the same way he’s lifting your feet from the ground right now, he would. And you would want him to.

“I feel like my art’s worth nothing if it can’t be shown to the world.” You speak slowly, uncertainly, knowing you might cry if you let everything out too quickly. Jeno wants to stop you before you get caught up in the flow of you words, but he knows it’s better if you let it all out.

Opening a bottle of carbonated soda that’s just been shaken is dangerous, but if he leaves it alone, the bottle might just explode.

“I know I don’t make art to be seen. I make it for myself. But at the same time, can any artist say that their craft is not made for the eyes of man? We all long for approval and praise, and that is partly what we make art for.”

Your lips tremble, and Jeno finds himself forced to stare at your quivering eyelashes and the sheen of tears you’re barely holding back. Still, you steel yourself, digging your heels into the ground to steady yourself.

“I wonder, sometimes. If my art isn’t seen, is it even art anymore?”

That’s the minefield, the question Jeno can’t answer without speaking baseless comfort. He has no answer to it, only empty words that he knows will fail to put you at ease.

You, however, don’t expect an answer. You look curiously at Jeno, waiting for a response, but the response doesn’t have to be a satisfactory answer.

Jeno leans in, tucking your head between his chin and his collarbone, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

He holds you there until you’ve stopped trembling. Then, one hand still firmly in yours, he takes you back to the hotel, sitting on the edge of your single bed while you sit and stare into nothingness.

When you make no move to get changed, he stands, and brings you to the bathroom. He peels the clothes from your body, helping to scrub your skin until it’s a rosy shade of pink, then wraps you in a towel and moves your arms to dry your body.

After he’s showered, the two of you sit on the bed, Jeno on top of the covers, while you’re tucked underneath them. Jeno has no change of clothes, no money, only his phone and both of your tickets to the museum.

In his street clothes, he refuses to get under the blanket and dirty the bed, but you are content with his presence.

You lie on the bed with your arms wrapped around Jeno’s waist, and when the shock has faded, you cry yourself to sleep.

Jeno is there throughout it, a beaming light in the whirlwind of emotions you’re experiencing, a constant presence that grounds you. He allows you to breathe between sobs, until they slowly fade away and your eyes close, motionless.

The next day, you find a wreath of galaxes on your bedside table, along with a glass of water, and it feels like a great weight has finally been removed from your shoulders.

The day of Donghyuck’s wedding comes earlier than you were expecting. Between taking you out to dinner and going on bike rides around the city, Jeno has kept you busy. Busy enough to forget your troubles, or at least for you to be able to cope with them in a relatively healthy manner.

You hear three knocks on the door, and as you go to open it, you see Jeno standing there, in the emerald green tuxedo you picked for him and the matching tie. His shirt is a pale green, so pale it can be mistaken for white, and gel gives his hair a wet gleam.

He smiles innocently, and it outshines all the charm his outfit has.

You fell in love with all of Jeno, after all, not just his appearance.

Your sage green dress flows past your ankles, and it would drag on the floor if you weren't wearing heels. They’re tall, but even with them on, you are still only the same height as Jeno. He grins at you, and carries you, bridal-style, into the lift lobby.

“Leave some room for the grooms later, stop trying to one-up them,” you joke, but Jeno only hoists you up into a more comfortable position.

“No can do,” Jeno says cheekily.

You don't pursue it.

—

A surprise awaits you in the car. As you open the door to the passenger side, you find that it’s filled—and so is the driver’s seat. Your heart skips a beat, thinking you must’ve gone to the wrong car, but the sight of the driver’s face makes you do a double take.

“Jisung?”

Jisung offers you a shy grin. “Yep, it’s me.”

“Is it really you? I thought… I never thought I’d see you again! How–” your words come out from your mouth before you can think them through, your rapid-fire Korean faltering in your confusion.

“Donghyuck and I are friends, remember?” You don't really, but if Jeno and Jisung are friends from college, it makes sense that Donghyuck would know them both too.

You clap a hand over your mouth, mind reeling. “So… you were invited to the wedding too?”

Jisung nods. Then, he gestures towards the lady in the driver’s seat. “I also have to introduce her to you. Y/n, meet Yeji. Yeji, Y/n.”

Yeji offers her hand for you to shake, and you take it, wondering where you’ve heard the name before. Yeji, Yeji, Yeji… Ah. You’ve got it. “Hwang Yeji?”

She’s the artist who organised the exhibition Soyeon had given you tickets to view. It was there, at the museum, that you saw Jisung’s art. If she really is Hwang Yeji, then everything will make sense.

Yeji nods. “Pleasure to meet you.”

She picks up a small bouquet of pink peonies, orange tulips and heather, presenting it to you. “Jisung showed me a few of your pieces, mostly older ones,” she says by way of explanation. “They had the potential to become something more. I heard from Jeno that you’d seen my exhibition, so I know you probably like flowers, and you know that I like them too. So this bouquet is an invitation for you to work with me some time, for us to perhaps collaborate on another exhibition in future.”

You are taken aback by the sudden offer, but you’re not an idiot. You remember the way you had collapsed into Jeno the week before, scared that you would never be able to get your art out there. Now, your chance is right in front of you.

You take it.

Gratefully receiving the bouquet, you don’t miss the symbolism of the flowers, the goodwill the arrangement holds. You know it is intentional.

“Thank you for your offer. I look forward to working with you.”

Yeji shakes your hand heartily, and you and Jeno get into the backseat.

After settling in, you rest the bouquet on your lap, and you turn to see Jeno holding a white rose. You frown, wondering where he could’ve conjured it from, and lock eyes with Jisung in the driver’s mirror. You raise your eyebrows in question, and he shrugs innocently.

You roll your eyes at the conspirators, but turn your attention back to Jeno. Jeno carefully slips the white rose into the side of the bouquet, managing to prevent it from looking uneven. You play with the petals of the rose, its symbolism clear in your head.

Used to congratulate people on career successes, your mind supplies helpfully. The only career success you can think of right now is also the most recent one, Yeji’s offer to you. But there’s no way Jeno could have known that Yeji would put that offer out. Unless…

“Did you know?” You ask, tone accusing. You doesn’t have to finish the question; Jeno understands what you’re talking about.

“No, I didn’t know if Yeji would offer to work with you for an exhibition. Jisung only told me that he had shown Yeji your art, and I had faith in your abilities. I knew that after witnessing the extent of your talents, Yeji would have something good to offer you, career-wise.”

You can’t argue with that. The logic is sound, and the flowers are cohesively pretty. You continue to play with the petals, a small smile dancing on your lips.

The smile doesn’t escape Jeno’s attention, and he smiles too.

—

It starts to drizzle as soon as you reach the wedding place. Jeno is quick to procure a clear umbrella, holding it for both of you. He knows you wouldn’t want to get your clothes wet.

Jaemin is there too, one hand tucked into the pocket of his trousers, standing by the side. Donghyuck’s wedding is a loud, chaotic one, with many guests you don't recognise all talking with each other. Jaemin hovers at the vague edge of the crowd, as much of an introvert as Jeno, and you tug Jeno over.

“Hi, jagiya.” Jaemin envelopes you in a warm hug, and he smells like home.

Jeno opens his hands for a hug too, but Jaemin only laughs and swats his hand away. Jeno slings one hand over Jaemin’s shoulder, and you snatch his umbrella away, going off to find Donghyuck.

The two men stand side by side, Jaemin still holding the umbrella, watching you disappear into the hordes of people.

—

The rain gets heavier, and you try to occupy as little space as possible, not letting a single part of your body protrude from under the umbrella. Droplets of rain splash onto your shoes and your face, and you wipes them from your face with the back of your hand.

Jisung stands beside Donghyuck and Yeon-seok, with Chenle, Jaemin’s old roommate, and a couple of other men you can’t remember the names of. Donghyuck and Yeon-seok’s roommates from university, you think, because you remember seeing them at the reunion.

You congratulate the grooms, and move to stand next to Yeji and Jisung. The small circle are the only people that have gotten a chance to speak with Donghyuck and Yeon-seok, and by the looks of it, their conversation isn’t going to end anytime soon.

Yeji makes small talk with you, and you laugh about a few shared experiences, before you notice the crowd starting to disperse, and the officiator announces that the wedding is beginning.

You move back to where Jeno is, and he leaves Jaemin with his umbrella, ducking under your umbrella to join you.

The wedding is simple and sweet, and there are tears all around as the two bridegrooms say their vows.

“...to love and to cherish, until death does us part.” Jeno’s fingers suddenly falter, and the golden locket he’s been fidgeting with throughout the wedding slips through his fingers. He lunges to catch it, and you finally notice what he’s been doing with his hands.

Resting one hand on his left knee to calm him down, you nuzzle into his neck, and nudge his hand open with your index finger.

“What’re you holding?” you ask under your breath.

“Nothing.” You briefly register the officiator allowing Yeon-seok and Donghyuck to kiss, and you look up at them just in time.

“Open your hand,” you command.

Obediently, Jeno uncurls his fingers, and you take the locket from him. You fumble with the clasp, but it springs open, and there’s a picture inside. Squinting, you realise that it’s a picture of you and Jeno, taken when you weren’t paying attention. Your hand is shielding your eyes from the sun, and Jeno’s firm hand is wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.

Your grip on Jeno’s knee tightens.

“How long have you been carrying this around for?” You ask, voice slightly hoarse.

Jeno looks away. “Since we took the picture. It’s been, what, two years?”

You feel your throat seizing up, and you force yourself to take a few deep breaths. Jeno has been carrying the locket around for two years. Almost the same length of time that you’ve been dating for. He’s loved you enough for the whole span of that time to carry a picture of you around wherever he goes.

You can’t breathe. “You’ve been carrying this around for two years?”

Jeno shrugs nonchalantly. “Yeah, like a soldier going off to war,” he quips. Somehow, you’ve switched to Korean, but you don't quite register it. It just feels right, better, to speak in your native language.

It fits, the same way your body fits into the cracks of Jeno’s body, the way his arms wrap around you and fit into every nook and cranny of yours. Your scars line up against each other’s, and Jeno is the puzzle piece that makes you whole.

“So you love me.” It might seem strange, after all they’ve been through, to doubt it. But it hasn’t been long, and you hate to give yourself away, to love somebody else. Every day, you wonder if you’ve crossed the line from like to love, or if you’ve fallen out of like with each other.

“Yes.” You never knew one word could turn your world upside down. The rain has eased, but it feels like there’s water rushing in your ears, heart pounding.

Then, “Are you okay?”

You hear it from your other side, your left side, and you see Yeji there, concern in her eyes. You turn your attention back to the proceedings, and see Donghyuck taking the wedding bouquet from Yeon-seok, preparing to toss it in the air.

“Yes,” you say, determinedly. Jeno guides your hand to tilt the umbrella backwards, giving both of you a better view of the grooms, and the water continues to flow off the umbrella.

Neither of them makes a move to take it, leaving the more eager guests to rush towards Donghyuck, surrounding him. He turns his back towards them, Yeon-seok moderating the crowd, and tosses the bouquet into the air.

It arcs towards the middle of the crowd, and a lone carnation falls out. Jeno reflexively reaches out for it before it can fall on the soaked grass, and he tucks the yellow carnation behind your ear.

His face is right next to yours, his breathing fast and rapid, and you hear the pulsing of his heart when you place a hand on his chest.

Jeno leans his forehead on yours, the umbrella creating a bubble of silence and tranquility amidst the loud cheers and celebration outside of it. A tear rolls down his cheek, and he smiles, the tear caught on the upside of his upper lip.

You watch as he licks it away, and brush the pad of your thumb against the trail of the tear.

“Are you crying?” you ask softly.

“No,” Jeno says, shaking his head and closing his eyes. “It’s just the rain.”

You wrap your arm around his neck, nose bridge aligned with his, waiting quietly.

“I know you don’t want to get married now,” Jeno says. “But please, take this carnation as a promise that I will never let you have your heart broken.”

You have heard false promises fall from Jeno’s lips before. You’ve faced his broken promises, seen through his lies, accepted his empty praise. This time, however, it’s different. You know it in your heart, can hear the dogged beating of his heart, refusing to hurt you again.

You smile, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Okay,” you say. “I’ll take that promise.”

—

floriography

violet: a declaration to always be true

blue salvia / azure blue sage: harbours sentiments of missing and thinking of someone.

peppermint: warmth of feeling

lavender: purity, devotion, serenity, grace and calmness.

sunflower: adoration and loyalty, long life and lasting happiness.

chrysanthemum: longevity, fidelity, joy and optimism.

red camellia: you’re a flame in my heart.

galaxes: encouragement.

pink peonies: good luck, prosperity and success

orange tulips: joy, enthusiasm and excitement

heather: admiration and support

white roses: symbolises innocence and purity. used to congratulate people on career successes.

carnations: symbolise pride and love for someone in a supportive way. used to tailor bouquets to one’s favourite colour due to their ease of dyeing.

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Preview: Looking for Attention (l.jn)

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looking for attention (l.jn) 

After a couple months of hiatus, I finally found the inspiration to finish all these drafts of fics I have in my WIP folder... sorry for the wait, I want quality out here.

Here’s a delulu scene that I have had rotting in my brain the past couple of months starring no other than the man of the hour: Lee Jeno. I started fully flesh out writing this fic at around 11:45pm and its currently 6:25am and I’m still not done with it LOL shooting for 10k words with this to make it worth while to read! Enjoy this teaser/preview, after my beta readers do a read through and make edits, I’ll post the full length fic hopefully tomorrow! <3

Pairing: Jeno ft the ‘00 line dreamies x fem! reader insert

Tags: gamer idol au, secret girlfriend reader, slice of life, needy reader, jeno is a nerdy hard head,  substantial amount of plot leading up to the nasty, possessive jeno, lowkey the ‘00 line wants you so bad, jeno knows everyone wants you so bad, y’all can look but not touch vibes, camera voyeurism

Warnings: teasing, voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral fem reader and male receiving, masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), mentions of potential five way, multiple partners (not directly), possessive domination, degradation, reader is a simpy subby sub sub, dumbification/bimbo kink, mentions of referring to reader as ‘pet’/’kitten’, (probably more knowing me... I’ve been brewing on this one for a WHILE)

Word Count: final product: ~10k, teaser: 640 

** I haven’t proof read this yet, and this may not make the final cut, please be aware of that !

Summary: Between Jeno being an idol and you being a current nursing school student, it’s hard to find time to be there for each other and actually feel like you two are dating. So when Jeno makes time to spend a whole day with you but actually spends the whole time playing with the boys online instead of helping you study for your exam, you decide it’s time to play some games of your own.

“Are you kidding me? Hyuck open your fucking eyes!” Jeno screamed at his screen while throwing his hands in the air, “I’m tired of us not moving on because of you!”

It’s been three hours since you have arrived at Jeno’s apartment. You’ve been insisting on spending more quality time with him and he finally promised to put more effort in by agreeing to spend the day with you.

—

 Maybe you should have seen it coming when Jeno insisted on you bringing your study materials for your upcoming exam, mentioning that he will help you study. When he opened the door you were expected to be bombarded with warm hugs and maybe even some cuddles and suggestions to bake cookies. Would it be so presumptuous to even be looking forward to being savagely ravished in some long awaited sexy time? The thought of having uninterrupted alone time with Jeno bounced around your mind as you anticipatingly waited for him to answer the door.

However much to your chagrin, you were begrudgingly and briefly greeted with a breathy irritated Jeno that barely made eye contact before running back to the room shouting, 

“I swear I’m here! I’m here! Just had to open the door for y/n! I’m back! I’m back!” leaving you confused and rooted to the welcome mat of his front door.

Sighing, you slowly removed your shoes and made your way to his kitchen to grab some water and place your stuff on his table. Making your way to Jeno’s room, the volume of his excited shouting elevated and as you rounded the corner you saw him slouched over staring at the screen with intent eyes and hands frantically moving. 

“Hey babe,” you knock while leaning against his desk, his eyes not meeting yours once again. 

“Just go towards the back Jaem that way they won’t see you,” he called out adjusting his mic. 

“Babe,” you raised your voice.

“No Hyuck, stay there, we need you later,” he replied while checking his second monitor briefly then shooting you a quick smile before clicking repeatedly, “hey babe sorry I’ll be done with this game soon, one sec.”

“Will you really be done soon? It’s fine if it won't just let me know so I’m not just waiting around.” 

“Yeah, yeah swear,” he nodded while playing.

You made your way back to the table in the living room and placed all your textbooks down and opened up your laptop to finish a lecture that you needed to finish taking notes on.

Fifteen minutes passed and your feet were tucked under your body in the seat and highlighters were scattered around. As you cracked your knuckles closing the lecture video tab, Jeno walked out of his room shirtless, sporting a pair of gray sweatpants and his gaming headset on, making his way to the fridge. Jeno was a dream. Only he could look so insanely attractive while having the personality of the biggest nerd you’ve ever met. 

“Let’s fucking go!” he hollered while rummaging through the shelves to find a carton of banana milk and drinking it, “can’t believe we made it out of there, Hyuck fucking sucks at stealth missions, so it must have been a miracle for them to not see him,” he laughs while heading towards you. Jeno flicked his hair to the side and tucked a hand into his pocket making his arms slightly flex, effortlessly gorgeous as always.

Straightening your back you leaned forward awaiting him to finally sit with you, lips sitting prettily puckered awaiting your overdue kiss. Excitement erupts and you can barely sit still as you think how you will escalate this further today. A long list of positions and roleplay fill your head excitingly. However Jeno wasn’t nearly on the same page as he walked straight past and into the pantry to take out a bag of chips and jog back into the room. Disappointment -and a bit of sexual frustration- sets in as you hear a faint, “hell yeah I’m down for another round lemme log back in really quick!”

You have got to be kidding me.

[everything-fine-n-peachy]

Broken Melodies the sun is also a star (l.dh) when daffodils bloom (h.rj) chrysalis (l.jn) time capsule (l.mk) agree to disagree (z.cl)

The Post Grad Series Grad School: Special Term (Jaehyun) ▶️Playlist Part 1: Happenstance Part 2: Habits Part 3: Homeostasis

Warning: Low-Pressure Area (Mark) ▶️Playlist Part 1: Cats and Dogs Part 2: A Storm in a Teacup Part 3: Lightning in a Bottle Part 4: Popcorn on the Roof

Like a Shot of Espresso (Johnny) events in this story happen after the events in the interlude drabble ▶️Playlist Part 1: Cold Brew Part 2: Bittersweet

Drabbles: Interlude: no drug quite like denial (Johnny) Interlude: friends forever (Johnny) Interlude: when the whiskey runs out (Johnny) Recess: candy (Jaehyun) Recess: playground fight (Jaehyun) Recess: pinky promise (Jaehyun)

[spinster-sisters]

m.list

-Ask Game m.list-

Ateez

{One Shots}

p. Seonghwa

-Crush ft. j.yn

-Teaching ft. c.jh

-Sailor’s Wife

-Expectations

-Arrangement 

-House Husband

K. Hongjoong:

-Thank you 

- Criminal

-LADEVOTEE

J. Yunho

-Precious  -Crush ft. p.sh

K. Yeosang

None Yet!

C. San

-Asshole 

S. Mingi

None Yet!

J. Wooyoung

None Yet!

C. Jongho

-Teaching ft. p.sh

-

{Timestaps}

p. seonghwa

[9:07pm] [8:42pm] [6:47pm] [7:36pm] [4:15pm] [10:26pm] [1:32pm]

k. hongjoong

[7:27pm] [3:35pm] [6:21pm] [6:02pm] [4:37pm] [12:54am] [9:00pm] [11:45pm] [2:25pm]

j. yunho

 [10:15am] [12:47am] [2:11pm] [10:50pm]

k. yeosang

[8:24pm] [11:15pm] [9:35am] [10:02pm]

c. san

[5:45pm] [9:01pm] [11:21pm]

j. wooyoung

[10:31pm] [8:32pm]

c. jongho

[4:05pm] [3:13pm] [2:34am] c.jh

-

{Headcanons}

-First time with: k.hj, p.sh, j.yn, k.ys, c.s, s.mg, j.wy, c.jh

-Ateez kinks pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

-San and subspace

-Seonghwa little space

-Yunho soft dom

-Ateez as subs being edged 

-Yeosang as a boyfriend

-Yunho as a boyfriend

-Hongjoong as a boyfriend

-Yunho’s reaction to you being needy

-Wooyoung having a crush on his best friend

-

{Reactions}

-Morning sex with Ateez

-You squirt on them

-Being overstimulated

-You fangirl over another member

-How they ask you out

-You have a large lingerie collection

-You use the safeword

-You’re drunk and needy

-Being house husband

-Thigh riding

-Being a trophy husband

-You have a dragon dildo

-Your not in the mood anymore

-Making out with Ateez

-Oral with Ateez

-Ateez with Ace s/o

-Ateez with Aro s/o

-Flirting styles

-Tits, ass, and thigh men

-Hard No’s

- Ateez unpopular opinions

-What your Ateez bais says about you

-Types of impact play

-What makes them go into subspace

-Favorite place to cum

-Favorite positions

-

{Mtl}

-Mtl have a piss kink

-Mtl have a chubby partner

-Mtl have a threesome

-Mtl keep their relationship private

-Mtl be into slapping

-Mtl be down for pegging

-Mtl period sex

-Mtl have a spit kink

-Mtl wear lingerie for their partner

-Mtl hariest

-

StrayKids

{One Shots}

S. Changbin

Exam

{Headcanons}

-Changbin’s crush plays hard to get

-Cynical s/o with Changbin, Jisung, and Minho

-Covid shots with 3racha + Minho

-Muscled and tattooed s/o with 3racha + Minho

-Insecure friend 3racha + Minho

-You fall asleep on them in the car 3racha + Minho

-You star flirting 3racha + Minho

-Their crush breaks up with toxic s/o

-What your StrayKids bais says about you

-

NCT

{Series}

L. Taeyong

Sunflower: (1) (2) (3)

{Timestamps}

-[10:56pm] l.jn

{Headcannons}

-Nct 127 kinks

[ilynaevis]

masterlist ! ★ 

(please don’t steal my works !!)

nct 🍏 ⌒ ⁎ ˚

[11:11] ; h.rj

flower, gleam and glow. ; p. js

you up? ; l. hc

no-wash! ; l. mk

the other side ; l.jn

skz ‧ ∗ 🎒𓈒

[12:00] ; b.c

my star, why did we fall? ; h.hj

en-  ՙִՙ 🚖 ⬞ *

your name. ; p.sh

[14:25] ; y.jw

aespa .˳⁺⁎˚ 🌐

... nothing yet !

[rouiyan]

✧ — 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐫.

high to low priority. excludes drabbles and timestamps. last updated = 060421

an overview of how my writing process unfolds:

✧ 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 → 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 → 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 → 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 → 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

❝ 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 ❞ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 — 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

✧ surprise, bitches !!

✧ requested / for @lebrookestore​‘s ‘disquietude’ collab! estimated length — 15k MAX. tentative release date — 070121

synopsis — just wait and see, bitches !!

❝ 𝐮𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 ❞ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 — 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

✧ band kid!l.dh x (fem.) reader x football jock!wong yukhei. high school neighbors to lovers au. you belong with me song fic. pining! lots of uncalled-for pining!

✧ requested! estimated length — 12k MAX. tentative release date — 080121

synopsis — trumpet boy, lee donghyuck, admires you from the bleachers while you admire your boyfriend out on the football field. where the marching band kids are commonly considered (what! ever! major!) losers, donghyuck and his three (also loser) friends devise a game plan to win the girl: 1) get the two of you on a first name basis. 2) start a band and reinvent their reputation. and 3) it’s homewrecking time.

❝ 𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐖 𝟎𝟎 ; 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥? ❞ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 — 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

✧ l.jn x (fem.) reader. high school au. doppelganger au. bsf2l backstory.

✧ first of the ‘mmotw’ series! estimated length — 5k MAX. tentative release date — 090121

synopsis — let me take you back to high school, to lee jeno’s first day in freshman year, to his first high school dance, his first time behind the wheel, the first all-nighter he’d ever pulled. let me take you back to the years of jeno’s first love.

❝ 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐤 (𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭) ❞ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 — 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

✧ basketball star!l.jn x (fem.) chem tutor!reader. high school au.

✧ estimated length — 12k MAX. tentative release date — 100121

synopsis — who would’ve thought that your school's crown gem, lee jeno, star and captain of the esteemed basketball team, would be flunking chem cp? wherein jeno has you tutor him in secret because without a passing grade, his athletics scholarship would become nothing more than just a pipe dream.

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fireworks | l.jn

Summary:  New Years are chances for drastic changes, so every year you make Jeno promise to never forget several things before the clock strikes 12. Now and then he makes a note to recall all the things he's sworn on, except one: that one time that never really left his mind at all.

Word Count: 2.3k

Life was a little complicated back then, if a little harsh. He was just getting used to having his brother — stepbrother, really — and the only person he knew was Na Jaemin, whose only friend was Lee Donghyuck. That's three new people he's met in four days, and he was so overwhelmed he hid in his bedroom for a day straight.

You come in a little later, and even then he knew you were a force to be reckoned with. The stubborn Lee Donghyuck was in some way caught in your strings, and Renjun (who he's very intimidated by) allows you to pinch his cheeks — what kind of power, right?

It all starts from when he was 12 years old, newly moved to the Neighborhood, on the 23rd of December.

The first shift was when the year ended and another began, welcomed by the brightest set of fireworks Jeno's ever watched. Amidst it all, Jaemin invites all of you to go and hang-out, having already asked your parents way before he asked you all. You had pointed at him then.

"Don't forget to come, okay, Jeno?" you tell him, head slightly tilted. "We're friends now. I would seriously be upset if you don't show up!"

"Sure but uh, my parents— what's that?"

"Nana's got it under control, and well, pinky swear!" you link your pinkies together, and you offer him a sweet smile. "You break the promise and expect me to cut your fingers off."

Donghyuck's friends... are quite scary, per se, but he made a promise that night. His heart raced quickly at that thought, and he shakes slightly, but another round of fireworks burst up the sky, and this time it's much more brilliant, even more radiant, and as all of you exchange smiles, he knows that he's made friends as well.

###

Something about Jeno is astral, you concluded. He just doesn't believe it.

"You see that Jen?" you asked him one of the many times you've asked him to stay up with you. He remembers the honeyed-laughter you let out then, "That's the brightest star in the sky as seen from Earth, and it's called Sirius."

He couldn't form words then. He didn't know what it was that got him so stunned, but he knew that it was something beautiful; whether it's the stars or you.

He remembers what makes his heart go wild: "And to me, if I was the Earth, that'll be you. You're my Sirius."

Jeno hoped it meant something. He wished that it meant as much to you as it did to him because he keeps on losing sleep dreaming of how hypnotic you look, mind void of anything else aside from redamancy. He hopes it means something even after he realizes that it's just like you to associate people with celestial bodies.

"Renjun's like the moon..." you sighed wistfully, chin resting on your palms. "He seems so far away, distant and mysterious. He's the type of person you never truly know... but sometimes, a person always makes effort to glance at it more often than the others. That person knows less of his mystery and more of his misery, at that point."

"And that person, I suppose, is you? You know him the most."

"And I... the things you're implying!" you groaned. "Stop fooling around, Hyuck."

The clock moves closer to 12, and Jeno decides that it's now or never — he asks a question: "If at one point, you have to choose; would you rather have the moon or the stars?"

"I would rather have them together," comes rather too quickly, way too mindlessly. "The stars would be lonely without the moon, and it goes both ways."

"But—"

"No one's more than the other," you shrug, turning to face him. "You overheard it, didn't you? Well, don't worry about it."

Guilt washes over his face, and you shake your head slightly as you raise both your hands to cup his cheeks. It's quiet for a moment just like the way it's always been when the world holds their breaths, counting down and anticipating the last number. That space has somewhat always been empty, the one that makes him think — this silence is the type that echoes, the type that feels cold. It emphasizes all his feelings.

"You're still my Sirius, Jen," you whisper, and if you weren't so close, the fireworks would've drowned your confession. His eyes flutter at the warm feeling your words give him. "You'll always be my favorite. Now, promise me that you won't ever question that."

He nods and makes his promise, but it doesn't mean he stops being anxious. What if one day, you look up at the night sky and realize that you preferred the moon over Sirius, after all?

"I can see the hesitance in your eyes," you say even softer this time. The fireworks subside, just like the loudness of his heart, but then as if in sync they start up again — the fireworks and his heartbeat. You smiled, and both of them returned much stronger than the last. "Please don't doubt me."

It's alright, he concludes. He realizes that he doesn't need to be your favorite. Just as long as he has you — because that's what he wants the most at the moment. He wants you all to himself for as long as he can have you, and you looked so lovely that he almost tells you that and the galaxies of words occupying his mind since summer two years ago — he wants to say them slowly so you won't forget, so that he closes the tiniest distance separating the both of you that feels so big despite being unnamed, a haunting chasm that spreads further every shuddering breath —

But he doesn't.

###

It certainly is illegal.

How it happened is a little bit crazy — well, not really, but just like most of Jeno's irrational decisions, it starts from Donghyuck's stories and then boils down to his curiosity. Flash forward to right now, an unexpected but welcomed masterpiece in front of you, Jeno admiring the painted wall with delight and proudness ebbing through his veins. Around him, spray paint cans lie empty, some half-full.

'Hyuck and Renjun does it all the time, and they've never been in trouble,' Jeno said.

'You're dumb and I can't believe I'm letting you do this,' you replied.

But why should you stop?

Jeno looks regal when he's breathless like this, adrenaline sparkling in his eyes like the golden glitter staining his eyelids. This side of him is nowhere soft — it's too passionate, too unknown, too beautiful to not be overwhelming. You manage a muffled call of his name.

An instant before 23:59 turns to zero, the year beginning again. You spend half of that minute staring at each other, somewhere along the way a force pulling you so close to him.

"I need you to swear on it." you manage to say between the blurs. "Promise me we'll always stay like this."

Ten, nine, eight

"Promise." He says, raspy, pinky finger entwined with yours. He cups your cheeks, gentle, just carefully watching. He smiles. "You and me, like this, forever."

Seven, six, five

His stare is firm, but at the same time, it's so gentle. It's as if he's seeing you in a new light and he wants to miss none of it, not even a split-second. Your eyes flutter shut.

"Can I kiss you?"

Four, three, two

Your heart beats aggressively against your chest, your toes curling in your shoes out of nervousness. Despite that, you nod your head enthusiastically, something he always found so endearing.

"Of course, yes, please."

One

Fireworks burst into sparkling reds and golden yellows, both in the night skies and your hearts. Your lips each a lustrous star, crashing together ever so softly, sparkling like luminous spheres about to go supernova — the kiss a cyclopean shift to the Universe's plan.

###

People change all the time. Friends are people. It's only normal to drift apart a little, right?

After all, it doesn't matter if you don't hang out as much as then. It's reasonable, honestly. Donghyuck's been immersed in his music these days, Jaemin spends most of his time hanging around the dance studio and bothering a certain boy named Jisung (bless his heart for not murdering Jaemin yet) while Renjun's busy... doing his thing. Hell knows what he's been up to, but the last time Jeno's seen him, he has an overwhelming amount of books stacked on his table ("It's a queue, Jeno. I'm reading the next one after this once I finish!"), and he just hopes he doesn't take three years before finishing all those up.

"Why is it that it's so hard for them to make time to be normal friends?"

"It's hard for them to make time to be normal people, what do you expect?" you roll your eyes, turning off your phone and then sitting right across from him. "We'll meet next Sunday, anyway. Let's give those people hell from us both!"

From outside, the world celebrates a new incoming year, but for some odd reason, you two stayed inside his room. Light seeps in from his open window, seeping golds and violets and reds, occasional greens, and other colors. All it does is remind him of that kiss. It sends a flush on his cheeks, especially when you leaned to press a kiss on his forehead, ever so careful.

Jeno would like to believe that it was out of random, but he felt like at that moment, you knew something he didn't.

"Promise me something, yeah?" you asked, nervous. "Promise me you'll never forget that I love you."

"I pro—" he says as if a routine, but then he halts. "You what?"

The fireworks stop, and the both of you knew that it only takes a little seconds before they ignite again. You looked up to meet his gaze, mustering up courage, and making your voice silvery and clear.

"I love you," you said, shaking. "So fucking much, Jeno. Now promise me."

He stays in stunned silence for a little, and then he pulls you into a hug so tight neither of you ever wanted to let go. His breathing was shaky and so was yours, a feeling as unstable and as sweet as the kiss you two shared right after he whispered an answer, "I promise."

And that was enough for you to know that he loves you too.

("I feel cheated that you never told me. We could've been doing this for years," he nags later once you're spooning in his bed, his chest pressed against your back. You break into laughter then, still coming down from the high of sparkling lights and pure euphoria.

"We're just in time, love. There's no need to rush when we have an infinity ahead of us.")

###

It's easier to remember moments that passed like headlights on highways at full speed when all is said and done. If that makes sense at all, maybe that could be the reason why he just realized it now that neither of you two got to tell how much you wanted to be so much more than friends who confessed to having feelings for each other. You never clearly talked where you should stand.

If he were to say his truth, he'd say that there was way more than to how you looked against the bright lights exploding and the towns of stars. There's way more to you than the way you made his heart beat, skip, and ache. The truth is, you were heavenly. It made his heart do all the things it could do so he's unable to speak. The truth is, he knew where it was going, and he didn't want to travel that road. The truth is, he's been falling for the longest time, but the truth is not important.

Because not even the truth could have given you the freedom to have a choice, he says in his mind.

"Promise me you won't forget me." You looked so gentle close to him like that, skin reflecting moonlight and flares. "Please, baby. Promise me."

But it's the last thing he ever wanted to do. He doesn't want you to make him swear to never forget you — you have forever waiting ahead, and you're walking down that road hand-in-hand. Why does he need to promise to always remember when there's no reason he'll forget? It's the last thing he needs. He'll have you next to him every day and there would be no hour that expires where he doesn't hold you, no second that passes that he doesn't feel like he loves you.

He didn't want to have to promise that because people only ask to be remembered if they're planning to leave.

Jeno closes his eyes, lowering his head. "Don't do this to me."

Still, after the most painful kiss he ever had, it lingers both like sugar and poison at his lips, your name, and a promise. A promise he never wanted to make.

"We'll see each other again..." he whispers, painfully fond. "For now... for now, we'll take some time and wish that the Universe brings us back together...If the Universe doesn't do it for us, then I will. I promise."

He recalls the night before, then all the previous others that stands out with vibrant colors and the love of his life. He crosses his fingers and wishes that sometime somewhere, you look up to watch fireworks but see Sirius instead — and it reminds you to come home.

[plutonct]

more than friends- l.jn (2)

t the whimper you made, jeno groaned, pushing his lips back against yours as your hands found a way to tangle themselves in his hair. you tugged gently, eliciting a low groan from jeno who bit your lip with little force. he made out with you feverishly as his hands traced around your body, one hand nimbly unbuttoning your school shirt.

“jeno” you whined, the boy wrapping his strong arms around you and turning you both over so you were now laying flat on the bed. “angel” he replied lowly, pressing his lips harshly against yours, teeth clashing for a moment. jeno pushed your skirt up until it bunched around your waist, revealing the lace panties you wore underneath. a growl left his lips as he pulled the waistband before letting it snap back against your hips.

the fact your parents were only downstairs made this even hotter; the thrill of potentially getting caught. jeno slid his hand under your underwear, letting his finger run across your slit and gather the slick arousal you had already managed to produce. his eyes darkened before he pushed one middle finger into your dripping hole. you moaned out, the sound being almost muted completely by jenos mouth on yours as he continued to piston his finger in and out of you.

“holy shit angel, if you’re this tight already how are you going to take my cock?” jenos dirty talk only turned you on more, an embarrassing whine escaping from the back of your throat. he only smirked, taking his fingers out from between yours legs and bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean. his hot breath fanned against your ear as he used one arm to support himself and one hand to undo his jeans, pulling them as well as his boxers off of his ankles.

the sight of his angry red dick made your mouth water. he was definitely larger than anybody else's, longer and thicker in girth. it slapped against his torso before he pulled off his white tshirt, leaving you to gape at his toned abdomen. you knew he had abs, he liked when you raked your fingers over them, but when they were just so out in the open it made them even hotter. “take a picture, it’ll last longer” jeno winked at you with a deep chuckle, a scoff leaving your lips.

“just fuck me already” you wrapped your angles around his waist, forcing him to come closer. his rock hard erection poked against your thigh as he raised a cocky brow. “if you wish…” jeno grabbed the base of his member with one hand, guiding it to your entrance whilst biting his lip. once his head prodded at the wet slit, he pursed his lips, head falling into your neck.

he pushed himself in slowly, noticing you wince at his size. you weren’t a virgin, but he was the biggest you had taken. he let out curses between biting at your shoulder, bottoming out in you. it felt so so good, you felt so full and he felt your walls tight around his shaft.

“holy shit” he groaned, slowly drawing himself out before pushing back in, the ridges of his veins dragging against your walls. you moaned, hands stretching out to grab onto something as he did this again and again, increasing in speed every time.

his hips snapped against yours rapidly, the headboard banging against the wall at the sheer force of his thrusts. luckily for you the headboard was a plush material so it stopped you from the concussion that would have ensued.

jeno kept up his pace, only releasing groans into your ear with the occasional strangled moan. your nails tug into his biceps leaving small crescent marks and it drove him insane. your little moans also drove him crazy, the light sounds heavenly in his ears.

“fuck fuck fuck! ah— jeno im cumming” you smacked his bicep repeatedly as your stomach tightened, white temporarily invading your vision as you saw stars. the way his head prodded at your gspot was the last straw for you, finally letting go as your juices flowed around his still pumping member.

jeno felt your walls clench around him and groaned loudly, eyes squeezing shut. his knuckled turned white as he was also close, thrusting his hips into yours faster and harder in order to chase his release. you felt so sensitive but you understood that he wanted to cum so you bit your lip and endured the overwhelming pleasure, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“shit!” jenos hips stilled as he came, warm white ribbons of his cum coating your walls. you moaned again at the feeling of being filled up, jenos still semi-hard cock pulling out. the liquids dripped out and down your pussy lips slowly and jeno thought that was the hottest thing he’s ever seen in his life.

needless to say, after that day the two of you were definitely more than friends.

part 1

[mxrcayong]

anaheim - l.jn

inspired by anaheim by niki

a/n: this is kind of bad bc i didn’t proofread but basically i was doing some good ol’ self-reflection on high school and this song played and i cried and was inspired to write something that could somewhat describe how i was feeling. 

High school felt like it lasted forever, but when you took a step into your high school auditorium for the last time - it all felt so fast. 

Just four years ago, you had your whole high school journey in front of you. You were jumping up and down for the chances to pick your classes, you were anxious about where your future will bring you, and you couldn’t wait to spend more time with your friends. 

You remembered your first day like it was yesterday. Heart trembling as you took your first steps in your class as a high school freshman. But you were lucky; you had your childhood best friend Lee Jeno by your side. 

That could be said about anything. Lee Jeno stood by your side no matter what. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone, even your parents, when you started dating during the freshman formal. He had asked you out in the best way he knew how; and you couldn’t be more thankful for falling in love with someone who seemed to know you like the back of your hand. 

But you couldn’t help but wonder if you knew yourself like the back of your hand. Everyone now is on the verge; they were about to enter adulthood and independence. All of your friends knew what they wanted to do in life - Jeno wanted to be a psychology major, Jaemin wanted to do acting, Haechan wanted to do music, Renjun wanted to do communications - and Jisung? He didn’t have to think about it quite yet. You thought of Mark - who was first year of university and seemed to be killing it. He was a music major all the way in Canada. But you had no clue what you wanted to do. You signed up for a liberal arts programme purely because you couldn’t decide a single department you wanted to focus on. 

The night sky above you went ignored by everyone in your grade who partied on the rooftop as an after graduation party. Everyone was drunk off their asses, cherishing their last moments with everyone being in the same room for the last time for the next few years. It all got too much - everyone coming over to you and treating you like this would be your last time ever seeing them. And maybe they’re right. 

Taking a seat in a more isolated bit of the rooftop was more challenging than you thought. You had to fight through crowds of your friends, who all tried to bring you back to the dance floor or bar - but you wanted to take a breath. 

In a month, you’ll be flying to California to study. In a month, you won’t be in the same country as the one person who was always by your side. Who am I? You thought, trying to picture walking down the streets without Jeno’s arm hooked in yours. 

And you realised what you had to do. 

You didn’t want to do it. You’d never want to do it. But going to university was about leaving your home, right? 

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His hand intertwined in yours was a feeling you don’t think you’d ever forget. The two of you laughing as you walked on the familiar road to a hill - the hill you had your first summer picnic as with your families. It soon became your favorite date spot; sitting there and watching the stars, mumbling soft whispers to comfort the other. 

You sat here the night before exams started and the night they ended. 

The city looked like it was burning with all the lights from the buildings and from the stars. 

As the two of you plopped down, Jeno was quick to notice your unbreakable stare. 

He chuckled, his eyes squinting as a wide smile was painted on his lips. I don’t want to lose this. You knew he could sing, but you never realised how his laugh alone was a melody. “What’s up?” 

You didn’t respond. You pressed your lips against his. The toxicating feeling of his lips on yours was poison as you mustered up the courage for the words you had to say. 

It wasn’t him. It wasn’t about him. In fact, you would do anything for him. And that’s why you’re doing this. You cannot continue to commit crimes against his promises, you cannot promise something to him you aren’t certain of. He was your home, but you didn’t even know if you can be his. 

He deserved a stable home. And you, for sure, had no clue what your foundations were. 

“Jeno,” He knew what was coming from the way your voice trembled. 

He licked his lips, holding back all the tears he can feel coming. “I know.” He mumbled. He had a feeling this was coming up. When you two discussed your future, you were always more quiet than him. You were more quiet than anyone else when you spoke of the future. And Jeno knew people need to love and know themselves before they could commit to something as serious as a five year relationship with long distance. “Can we sleep here tonight? Just...our last time together.” 

And you fell asleep against the grass - his arms wrapped around your body as if you were the only thing giving him life and you to him. 

[neoneversleeps]

grease |l.jn

pairing: lee jeno x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive, first meeting

warnings: making out

words: 0.9k

description: 

You had lost your Danny and he had lost his Sandy, what could you do now? 

prompt used:  person a and person b show up at a halloween party unintentionally dressed as each other’s characters love interests

notes: sorry for the delay but i once again had no internet for the past few days so :)) i’ll make up for it by posting multiple drabbles this weekend ^^

To say you felt humiliated was an understatement. You’d been planning the Danny and Sandy costume with your date for weeks, just for him to call you as you had already arrived at the party to tell you that he couldn’t come. Dickhead. To be fair, you’d never much liked him from the start, but all your friends had dates for the party, and you didn’t want to be the only single in the group. 

So much for that. 

Your friend gestures at your phone from the couch a few feet away, clearly asking about your date’s whereabouts. You purse your lips and shake your head no, mouthing a “Not coming” as she tilts her head in confusion. Her boyfriend leans in to her from the side, whispering something in her ear, but her concerned gaze is still on you. You brush her off with a shrug and a smile, making your way over to the kitchen. 

There was no way you were going to survive this party without alcohol. Picking one of the red solo cups from its packaging, you serve yourself some of the questionable looking punch on the counter. It smells fruity, but stings your throat with the burn of liquor as it glides down. Your face contorts at the flavor but you take another gulp, wanting to feel a little bit of a buzz before the evening could continue. 

After finishing the cup, you pour yourself another, albeit les full this time. Even if a part of you didnt want to remember anything the morning after, you really didn't want to end up spilling your guts in front of a bunch of strangers. 

Deciding to head out the back porch you go to make your way out of the kitchen. A little lost in your thoughts, you don’t even notice the body heading your way until they nearly spill your drink. Startling , you watch the way the pinkish liquid sloshes over the edge of your cup. A few drops spill over your hand, but the rest stays unbothered by the sudden jostle. 

“Oh My God. I’m so sorry.” 

A voice laden with concern rings from above you. You look up, gaze meeting with the stranger, and your jaw nearly hits the floor. 

In front of you stands what must be the most perfect human being on earth. His raven hair is styled back to reveal his forehead, defined eyebrows furrowed slightly and pink lips parted as he stares at you. You notice his eyes flitting over your body before they turn into crescent moons as he smiles. 

“Hey you’re Sandy, right?” 

Your brain short circuits as you struggle to even register his question properly. His smile turns a bit quizzical and you mentally slap yourself awake. Stop drooling and answer, you idiot. 

“Uh- Yeah, I’m Sandy.” A Pause.”I mean- I mean i’m not Sandy, my character is Sandy-” You cut yourself off. “But you already knew that..” You mumble, eyes trailing down as you feel your cheeks colour. Way to go, Y/n. 

The stranger chuckles. “Well Sandy, where is your Danny?” 

You sigh as you look back up the boy, willing your cheeks to stop burning. “At home sick, supposedly. Although he only bothered to call and tell me once I was already here.” You chuckle hollowly and the stranger frowns. His lips pout slightly as he does and you curse your heart for squeezing in your chest at the sight. 

“What about you? Where’s your Sandy?” 

The boy jerks his head over to the stairs leading up to the second floor. “Headed up that way with some vampire a few minutes ago.”

“OH.” You find yourself frowning at the thought. “Your Sandy is a bitch.” 

The stranger snorts and shrugs as he steps closer to you, letting the other guests pass by to get to the kitchen. “Eh. I don’t really care. Besides,” He takes another step closer and you feel your heart stutter in your chest as the scent of his cologne envelops you. “I think I just found myself a better Sandy anyways.” 

Your cheeks heat up again and a small smile creeps its way up your face. The boy smiles back. 

“Jeno.” 

Your eyes flit to his lips as the words leave his mouth, throat going dry at the close proximity. Belatedly, you realize you should give him your name as well. 

“Y/n.” 

Jeno’s smile grows as you answer. “Well, Y/n, what do you say we get out of here?” You’d never said yes so fast in your life. 

You don’t know exactly how you end up straddling Jeno’s lap in the back of his car, but you thank every star in the sky that your night went the way it did. Jeno’s hands rest comfortably at your hips, rubbing small circles against the exposed skin enathe your crop top. Your hands hold his head, thumb trailing along his jawline as your teeth sink into his bottom lip, eliciting small huffs of pleasure from the boy underneath you. 

You pull away, short for breath, and your eyes catch on the way Jeno’s eyelashes cast pretty shadows on his face as he smiles. You both heave slightly, enjoying the silence as you drink each other in, hair disheveled and lips bruised. It's Jeno who breaks the silence first. 

“You know, I’m really glad your Danny ditched you.” 

You laugh, leaning down to press a softer kiss to his reddened lips. 

“And I’m glad your Sandy decided to run off with a vampire.” 

The both of you laugh, and Jeno brings his lips to yours again as you continue to kiss the night away. 

this drabble is part of Lilac’s Halloween Spooky Special ♡

[starjeno]

keep driving | l.jn

genre: angst, oneshot | university!au pairing: badboy!jeno x sidechick!reader warnings: smoking, cheating, suggestive content, implied sex summary: night drives with jeno are your only chances to pretend he’s all yours. a/n: okay so jeno in ‘go’ + his love for cars + listening to ‘my van’ at 2 am + this amazing fic = this crusty piece :) also, this isn’t super angsty, just some sad circumstances.

you cradle your head in your hands, groaning for the thousandth time. it’s nearing midnight and all three of your groupmates have yet to log online and contribute to your class project. you hate assignments like these since you always end up shouldering the majority of the work. you won't complain out loud, though. confrontation isn’t your forte. 

you stretch in your seat, eyeing all the various objects in your room. perhaps it’s a good time to destress. there are spare bath bombs you have yet to use and one of your friends recommended a good show the other day. as you’re trying to remember when you last used a face mask, your phone chirps — a message.

[11:53 PM] lee jeno at the gate.

your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you double-check the notification. it’s been almost a full week since you last talked to your boyfriend.

boyfriend. you know jeno doesn’t even remotely feel the same way you feel, much less see you as a lover. he’s never directly talked about the lack of commitment in your relationship, but it’s obvious from the nonexistent dates and vague texts he sends every other week that you’re just another craving of his. you're temporary.

thoughts like these get you down. you try to be grateful instead since jeno wants to see you earlier than you expected. as you tug on a dark windbreaker and sneakers, you begin to feel the familiar rush of excitement that comes with thinking of jeno. somehow, just knowing he’ll be in the same space as you makes your heart pick up speed.

the harsh wind nipping at your wrists makes you wish that you had worn something heavier. you jog over to the entrance gate nearest to your dorm, picking up a familiar smell as you get closer. cigarette smoke. a smile tugs on your lips as you look through the metal bars, seeing a boy with dark-washed jeans leaning against a car. his black hair is parted messily to the side and his signature cancer stick hangs out of his lips while he taps his phone.

jeno looks nice tonight.

your fingers type the code in the keypad and the gate creaks open, driving his attention from his phone. his eyes narrow when he sees you, a look that makes you weak. when you walk up to him, his arm reaches around and wraps behind your waist, bringing you close and providing warmth instantly. jeno takes out the cigarette from his lips for a second to press a soft kiss to your forehead, looking somewhere behind you, “hey.”

“i thought i told you the gate code,” you say, raising your head to meet his gaze. his stare returns to you, “i forgot it.”

you know he didn’t. jeno isn’t a forgetful person. instead of pressing further, you change the topic, “is that new?”

jeno’s eyes follow your pointed finger and light up when he realizes you’re referring to the sleek black car behind him. he nods, “doyoung had it in the shop. it’s nice, huh?”

“yeah, i love the decals,” you reply, tracing the pad of your thumb on the thin silver lines decorating the car. he watches your movements fondly, “i added those.”

you hum in response and jeno lets go of your waist. the sudden loss of warmth disappoints you, but you perk up again when he speaks, “get in.”

once you slip into the passenger seat, jeno pushes the ignition and pulls the gear stick back. the interior lights fade as the car moves forward, leaving you only illuminated by the console buttons and the passing streetlights. the radio plays a low, chill tune and you can’t help but smile when jeno hums along. his voice is deep yet soft, and when paired with the smell of his cinnamon wood cologne, it’s enough to stop your heart.

the effect jeno has on you is overwhelming.

you watch the lights from outside streak across the dashboard in a timed pattern. you still aren’t sure what it is about jeno that makes you want him: is it the way his expression lights up when he introduces a new ride to you? the crinkle between his eyebrows when he concentrates on lighting another cigarette? or the feeling of his hands on your skin when he’s thirsting for you? for someone like you, jeno seemed far from ideal. noncommittal, reckless, distant — you don’t even know what he does when he’s not with you.

yet you still feel yourself wanting him to only be yours.

your eyes land on a small mark on the leather. it’s small and sharp as if a nail had dug too hard into the fabric. your heart sinks a bit, murmuring, “jeno?”

“hm.”

“how long ago did you get this car?” you watch his fingers barely graze the wheel as he makes a turn. he takes a second to think about it, “two days ago.”

“am i the first person to see it?” your heart is accelerating, anticipating his response. the lights from the streetlamps outside flash on his face, showing his stoic expression as he inhales smoke, “you ask a lot of questions.”

you feel your chest drop, and you know you made a mistake by asking. it took time to learn, but you’ve realized that when you’re with jeno, ignorance is bliss. when you cling onto details, reality starts to set in and jeno seems more unobtainable than ever.

the car pulls into a smaller road and you frown, not recognizing the trees around. normally, jeno’s drives always end by the riverside. it’s the usual destination when he calls you out like this and seeing the looming space between the plants confuses you more.

jeno pulls the gearshift up to park and turns off the car, leaving you two in silence. you gaze up at the open sky, seeing stars twinkle brightly above. beside you, jeno finishes up his last drag and tosses the cigarette out the window. he watches you with curious eyes as you get lost in the clouds above, “look down.”

you turn your head and see his dark stare filled with interest. it’s the first time on this trip that his attention has fully been on you, and that makes your stomach stir. leaning a bit over the dashboard, you gasp at the city below you. the warm glow of windows and lights flicker in a comforting rhythm, and you suddenly realize you’re at some sort of ledge, “jeno, where did you find this?”

“drove around. took a wrong turn,” he answers. he knows you don’t believe his words — you’re good at detecting lies — but he also knows you wouldn’t question him either. silence fills the car as you process the view in front, thoughts clouded with the boy beside you and the heavy feelings you hold for him. when you turn to face him, his stare burns into your own. your fingers can’t help but tap-dance in nervousness: he’s lighting you up inside.

jeno leans forward, unbuckling the seatbelt, and rests his hand on the center console, “i thought you would like it.”

you know he’s lying, he’s brought others here. your mind pushes away all reason as you meet jeno in the middle, intertwining your own hand with his. his forehead rests against yours as you speak, “i love it.”

jeno smiles in relief and his eyes curve into crescents, and you can’t help but sigh in adoration against his lips when he finally pulls you close. his hands move up your hips and back, setting your skin on fire. his kisses are intense and firm, tasting like mint and smoke, and every time he tugs at your lips or lets out a gasp to breathe, you feel the fire in you grow bigger, wanting him more.

jeno’s lips drag further down, planting dark blossoms on your jaw and neck. you move your head to the side to expose more skin while your fingers feel for the lever on the side of the seat. once you discover a grip, you tug and let the back of your seat fall along with you and jeno. he rests on top of you and when you meet his gaze, there’s only lust and you reflecting back. whatever doubts you had about jeno are forgotten when he ravishes you, leaving your mind filled with the city and the stars and him.

the car lightly smells of sweat, sex, and the woody aroma jeno carries. it's strangely comforting, and when a familiar smoky scent mixes in, you find yourself smiling softly. moments like these — jeno taking a long drag from a new cigarette and looking into the distance while you provide a warm silence — felt so right. you tug on the jacket you had on previously and notice a faint red tinge to the tips of your nails.

jeno's back is probably stinging right now.

once he sees that you're all clothed again, he exhales a cloud and starts up the car again. he's satisfied with how this drive went, you can tell by watching the sparkle in his eyes. his lips barely twist upwards as he hums along to the bass-boosted tune on the radio. jeno seems happy.

the drive back is short. you ask small things as usual, such as if he's had dinner or when he'll talk to you next. to the latter, he simply shrugs. you couldn't care less about the lack of response — jeno would always come back again after a week or two and you would get to fall more in love.

once jeno pulls up to the gate, he tugs off the white jacket he's wearing and balls it up before thrusting it in your arms. your fingers curl around it, reacting to its warmth, and you look at jeno with confusion, "it's yours?"

"and it's cold. don't bother washing it, just keep it," he replies back straightforwardly. you feel your cheeks flush involuntarily and you quickly nod and thank him, stepping out of the car. he doesn't wait for you to get on campus, and when you turn around to wave goodbye, his car is long gone.

you blush as you wrap jeno's jacket around you, the smell of him filling the air. he's intoxicating, but you're addicted.

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infernum | l.jn

“Tell me,” your arms wrapping around his back, under his arms where your hands meet at his stomach, “are you scared of me?” A whisper into the night as you watch the stars above, content in the moment. 

“What do I have to be scared of?” One of his hands trails along your arm, sliding up and down the skin, “You've made me the happiest that I have ever been.”

“Should I be scared of you, then?”

“You would be foolish if you weren’t.”

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