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The Butterfly Effect, a butterfly flapping its wings - LJN

Pairing: Jeno x reader

Genre: angst, fluff, highschool!au

Warnings: none (?)

Words: 5,3k

Summary: the story of how your last year of high school gets marked by new unexpected friendships and a boy of which maybe you grew too fond of. There’s only one problem.

He’s Lee Jeno.

or

in which you get stuck into a twisted game of love and friendship that could potentially fuck up your last year of high school.

A/N: A second part will be posted (I hope soon). I hope you enjoy the first one here :) Link will be added when pt.2 comes out.

[Part 1]  [Part 2]

Have you ever wondered what happens when things just don’t go as they should?

Have you ever wondered what happens when you get yourself into a troubled situation that you hope will end soon, but instead it gets more and more twisted until you can’t escape even if you tried?

Well, they call it the butterfly effect.

It’s when you do a small action which, over time, evolves continuously into something bigger until it comes to have devastating consequences: “a butterfly flapping its wings can cause a tornado half way around the world”.

Needless to say, we don’t have to be this drastic: this statement just helps you understand how seemingly small changes can modify entire situations forever. But don’t worry, if you don’t get it now you’ll surely get it by the end of the story, since that was exactly what happened to you - or rather - what you had gotten yourself into.

As any other high school student, you balanced your time between school, family and friends. But let’s take a closer look at your life: not being exactly an extroverted girl you hadn’t that big number of friends, just a few that you cherished a lot.

In the first place there was that big head of Zhong Chenle - that’s how you affectionately called him -. You two had basically grown up together, going from playing with each other at a tender age under the adoring gazes of your mothers to skipping school and getting scolded for being such bratty kids, from gaming until late at night - occasionally (actually, more than occasionally) swearing at each other since the two of you were competitive as hell -  to sitting side by side, a cup of ice cream between your hands, the passing of years regarding you with a laziness that prevented you to do anything else.  

However, your high school years helped your social life, bringing you other friends with which you would laugh and talk during and between classes, or spend some time occasionally in the afternoon.

And you would say that the person with whom you bonded the most was Yeeun.

You considered her as one of the closest friends you had: both of you being quite shy and introverted, you matched very well. Neither of you liked being under the spotlight, preferring staying at home reading a good book instead of going out and partying. Not to mention, both of you were those brilliant students of which every teacher is proud of, always helping each other when one of you missed something from the lesson or just couldn’t solve an exercise, and always getting the highest grades in every test, earning you the appellative of “the geniuses” by your classmates.

And then there was Lee Jeno.

Well, you didn’t consider him a friend at first since you weren’t that close. But then, at some point during your fourth year of high school*, he began to grow closer and closer to you. You don’t even remember how everything started, but you certainly knew that you went from talking casually during breaks, to hugging, joking, laughing together and chilling during the afternoon, with him always asking you to help him study those hard subjects in which he wasn’t very good.

You didn’t necessarily like him – you told yourself – but it was pleasing to know that the Lee Jeno, of all boys, wanted to spend time with you. Hell, have you seen him? He had every girl melting because of his adorable eye smile and drooling over his slender and sculpted body, especially during gym classes when he played soccer - or volleyball, or whichever game your teacher had in mind that day - with that serious and determined frown of his. You didn’t deny that you also would throw an occasional glance at him before quickly shifting your attention to your own – poor - physical activities. And you didn’t deny that a small blush would creep up your cheeks every time Chenle teased you with the assumption that said Lee Jeno had took a liking on you. You would always contradict him – “Yah! What the hell are you saying? We’re just friends” – but deep in your heart, a small part of you was swaying with pride.

Soon, the friendship you developed with Jeno expanded, engulfing his best friend Jaemin - a really nice guy both in personality and appearance - and your friend Yeeun. Being classmates, the four of you bonded really fast, until you could say you became a group. In fact, each one of you perfectly balanced one another: while you and Jaemin tended to be on the louder and crazier side, always teasing each other and making sure that people launched you strange looks – was it for spilling water all over the table or for tickling each other in public, you name it -  Jeno and Yeeun were characterized instead by a calmer personality, always being the ones who would facepalm at your demeanors and prevent you to embarrass yourselves more than you’ve already had.

You were happy. It’s not like Chenle’s friendship wasn’t enough for you - no matter what, you would’ve always considered him your best friend – but it was nice to know new people and to expand your small circle of friends. Besides, the four of you got along so well that it felt like a lifelong friendship. Everything was fabolous, everything felt just right.

Until one day everything fell apart.  

The day was a Friday morning. 

You were attending your History class  when your already low level of attention – because come on, you found History so boring – was completely thrown away by a notification showing up on your phone. And it was from Jeno.

Strange, you thought. He rarely texted you privately, preferring to use the group chat and tagging you if the text concerned you personally.

Instinctively, you turned around to glance at the boy who was sitting a few rows behind you, to which he responded with an awkward smile.

From Jeno

Can you meet me at the bench later? I have to tell you something -

Sure - you quickly texted back, before moving your phone away.

You glanced at Yeeun, who was on your left and deeply immersed in whatever your teacher was on about, and then at Jaemin, who was beside jeno, blatantly scrolling on his phone.

Also strange, you thought. The two were basically the same person, however even Jaemin seemed to be clueless about this whole matter.

Relax, you’re making this sound like a big deal when probably all he’s going to ask is your help for his embarassingly poor knowledge in math.

Relaxing a little, you decided to at least try to assimilate as much as you could from the words coming out of your teacher’s mouth (You already knew you were going to forget everything as soon as you put a foot out the door).

But no matter how hard you tried, all of your attempts to focus back on the lesson were useless, because now everything you were thinking about was the message Jeno sent you. Your mind going 100 km per hour, trying to guess what he wanted to talk about. He had to tell you something, but apparently it was something very important since he was waiting to be face to face with you.

This was more than enough to make you feel anxious.

Not that it took a lot anyway.

“Hey! You’re already here” you greeted while waving your hand at him.

Standing up from the bench, he smiled almost shyly at you, his gaze shifting on something different every second, his fingers fidgeting against each other. You have never seen Jeno act this way.

“Jeno are you okay?” you asked, sincerely concerned.

“Yeah yeah, I’m good” he reassured with a small smile. “Can you… uhm… sit with me for a second?”

You quickly obliged, taking a seat on the bench next to him, occasionally glancing at some kids who were playing around and screaming incoherent words.

“So… I have something to confess” he began.

Your heartbeat increased, anxiety devouring you whole.

“Okay… what is it?” you asked as calmly as possible. He looked like he was about to faint, so you didn’t intend to pressure him by any means.

“I… I like Yeeun”

You gulped, an uneasy feeling inexplicably spreading all over your insides.

“Oh, that’s… great!” you pondered your last word, attempting a smile.

“Yeah it is, but I don’t think I’ll ever find the courage to confess to her since… I don’t think I’m good enough for her”

You furrowed your brows. “What are you saying? Of course you are Jeno! Don’t ever think so low of yourself. And remember that school grades don’t define the person you are, if that’s what you’re referring to. You may be not the best at school, but trust me, you’re great in every other thing you do” you sincerely stated.

“Yes, I know but- She’s so good in everything she does. She’s pretty, and smart, and always willing to help…”

“Then- uhm… I guess you guys should talk more often and spend some time alone, so that you can grow closer to each other” you suggested, the idea not particularly enticing you, though.

Oh wait, what were you even thinking? Yeeun was everything a guy could want in a girl: as he said, she was pretty and kind, everyone liked her and her timid nature. And now that you thought about it, you came to the conclusion that the two of them were the perfect match.

“Yeah… but the problem is that I really can’t, you know, talk to her alone or even text her. I can do it with any normal girl but not with the girl I like. I guess I get kind of… shy?” he added, softly giggling.

Any normal girl

“That’s why I wanted to talk to you about this” he concluded.

You slowly nodded your head, still processing everything he had just said.

“Does Jaemin know about this?” you finally asked.

“Yeah, but he doesn’t really know what to tell me. I was thinking that maybe you could help me with this? I mean, if you want to”

So you should have helped him to grow closer and possibly date one of your closest friends. And well, since you and Jeno were just friends you guessed that helping him was the right thing to do. You were always that type of person who would have done anything for a friend in trouble, and right now Jeno needed your help more than ever.

Without much thought, you decided that yes, you would have helped him to become Yeeun’s boyfriend.  

It was the right thing to do, right?

“Of course I’ll help you. That’s what friends do anyway” you affirmed, smiling brightly at him.

It wasn’t long before he engulfed you in a warm hug.

“Thank you, you’re the best”

“I know” you jokingly responded.

And ladies and gentlemen, this was officially the beginning of the end.

“The fuck did he say?”

A bewildered Chenle asked, watching you with a facial expression which no mortal language could ever describe. On the other hand, you were looking at him amused by his reaction.

As per usual, you dropped at his place after finishing your homework, his parents rarely being at home due to their job. And there, after having comfortably sprawled on the couch of his living room, you told him everything that happened that morning.

“What the… how, just how” he simply added, not even knowing what to say at this point.

You just laughed at your best friend’s response, throwing your head back on the cushion, some tears escaping from your eyes.

“You should see your face” you attempted to say amid your fits of laughter.

“I’m serious Y/N, what the hell? He totally fucked up the scenario I developed in my head. By the way, do you wanna hear it?”

“Oh please no”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” he cleared his throat while positioning himself so that he was in front of you. You covered your face with the cushion, still laughing from his previous actions.

“So, in my head Jeno eventually confesses to you in the most romantic and chivalrous way. Of course you say yes because everyone knows you’re totally whipped for him while Jaemin obviously asks Yeeun during a double date with the freshly made couple (which, by the way, is YOU and Jeno). I mean, perfectly balancing each other. I planned all of this perfectly, I’ve also made the names of the ships and now this asshole comes and ruins everything? Oh, there’s no way”

You cannot help but laugh at the ranting your friend let out. Oh how much you adore Chenle.

“Oh come on, that’s not that big of a deal. You can just review your scenario and everything will be fine”

“Unbelievable” he muttered under his breath, arms crossed and head shaking in disapproval.

Pulling yourself together, you regained your posture and grabbed some snacks lying on the small table in front of you. In the meantime Chenle sat beside you.

“How do you feel about that?” he suddenly asked, at which you freezed. 

Too occupied by Chenle’s hilarious reaction, you didn’t even stop to think about yourself. Or maybe you actually didn’t want to think about yourself.

“Uhm… how do I feel?”

“Like… what are your thoughts about this situation? Are you happy? Sad? Mad? Jealous?”

“Why would I? They’re both my friends so of course I’m happy if they get together” you quickly stated, wanting to avoid any kind of misunderstanding.

The black haired guy eyed you suspiciously, scrutinizing your expression to find any hint of a lie.

Sometimes you were scared of him, honestly.

“I don’t have a good feeling about this, though” he seriously added.

“What do you mean?”

“When there are hidden feelings involved, it never ends well”

“Hidden feelings? Chenle, as I already told you, we’re just friends. I don’t see any harm in trying to help a friend ending up with his crush”

“Yeah yeah whatever…” he mumbled, not convinced at all.

“Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you” he adviced before sinking into the sofa.

Mocking his voice, you then shifted your attention to the movie which was playing on the screen in front of you, his words strangely lingering in your head.

When there are hidden feelings involved, it never ends well

The following days, in order to keep your promise, you dedicated yourself to the cause.

You became a full-fledged accomplice of Jeno and Jaemin, the three of you looking for every possible excuse that could make Jeno and Yeeun stick together. Your outings became more frequent (with your parents questioning you if there was anything between you and one of the two males) and in every one of them you cooperated in order to make sure that the two friends stayed alone as much as possible. While not so long ago the four of you would eat together at lunch, now you and Jaemin would always excuse yourself because “Y/N has to help me with Math, so we’ll sit at another table ‘cause we don’t want to bother your lunch” or something else. The same thing happened when the four of you would go out or would simply chill at someone’s house. But you didn’t mind, though, since Jaemin’s company always made sure not to bore you, with him, being Na Jaemin, never failing to make you laugh by simply telling a joke or teasing you as always.

“Do you think she found out?” Jaemin, who was walking beside you, quietly murmured into your ear.

It was a warm afternoon, the sun of late May making sure to underline its presence, a perfect time to spend walking around and playing in the park. Shifting your gaze from the display of your phone to the blond haired girl who was a couple of meters ahead, you noticed how sweetly she was smiling at the boy beside her, who had just gifted her with a flower he probably found amongst the grass. Your heartbeat let out a thump heavier than usual.

“He’s being a little too obvious” he added.

“Maybe she’s just naive and didn’t get the hint”

“Or maybe she did and she’s playing along because the feelings are mutual” he stated.

“Oh… that’s a possibility too” you murmured quietly, your eyes fixed on the ground. A sudden sense of uncomfortableness washed over you, so you shifted your attention elsewhere.

The atmosphere in the park was bright and joyful, with children running around and playing with each other, their parents or even with their pets. They seem just so carefree and so happy that you wish you could experience that age again. However, your thoughtful state was soon interrupted by Yeeun, who took your hand to bring you close to her.

“What’s up?” she asked, her smile as bright as the sun.

You couldn’t blame Jeno for falling for her

“Nothing, I just spaced out a bit” you simply replied, reciprocating her smile.

“Oh look there’s an empty swing right there, let’s go!” you suggested, quickly running towards the said object. The petty thoughts of some seconds ago now completely forgotten. An attempted request for you to slow down was heard from behind you, but you couldn’t care less, you had already made your way to the swing before anyone else stole it from you. Not long after, the girl joined you on the other one. “Don’t you feel bad for stealing this from some child?” she laughed, starting to swing back and forth. “No, because Im a child myself”

“Whoever goes the highest wins!” you added joyfully.

And when the two of you found yourselves laughing and having fun together, just as two little girls playing at the park and enjoying a sunny day, a pair of eyes was looking at Yeeun with an adorable smile plastered on them. But what you didn’t know, though, was that another pair of eyes was looking at you, just with the same amount of tenderness.

The clock ticked, the sky dusked, and before any of you realized, it was already late in the evening.

“Guys, I have to go home now. My dad’s here” Yeeun stated after looking at her phone.

“I’ll walk you to him” Jeno promptly offered.

“There’s no need, he’s right there” she reassured.

“Okay then… see you tomorrow” the black haired boy surrendered before engulfing her in a tight hug.

Like the ones he used to give me, you sadly thought before shaking your head in disbelief.

What am I even saying now? 

All thoughts were washed away when Yeeun ran between your arms to say goodbye.

“Bye Y/N, I’ll miss you the most” she pouted.

“Oh shut up, you’ll see me tomorrow” you jokingly replied, hugging her back.

After she gave a quick hug to Jaemin too, now it was just the three of you on a bench, with you between the two boys, patiently waiting for your respective parents to come and pick you up.

“Sucks not to have a driving license” Jaemin stated, at which you and Jeno agreed with a hum.

After some minutes of silence, it was again Jaemin who spoke up, straightening his posture to face the boy beside you.

“Man you’re being too obvious with her. Trust me, it’s a miracle if she hasn’t found out yet”

You let out a laugh at the rant he let out to his best friend, almost scolding him like a mom does to his child.

“Wait that’s not true. I’m not being too obvious. I’m just being nice and friendly to her”

“Yes, because nice and friendly is giving her flowers, praising her, blushing every time she smiles, and always paying for her” the younger boy explained while keeping count of said things on his fingers.

Jeno let out an exasperated sigh before turning to you. “Has he drank too much coffee perhaps?”

“Surprisingly only one” you let out giggling.

Other minutes of arguing between the two boys passed before Jaemin stood up.

“Guys I’m sorry to leave you but my mum’s here too”

“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine” Jeno reassured.

“Won’t you offer to walk me too?” Jaemin jokingly asked, at which Jeno replied with a serious “Go away”

Jaemin brought his hand on his chest, just where his heart was supposed to be, feigning hurt.

“Thank goodness you’re not as mean as he is” Jaemin praised while bringing you into a hug. “Who knows, maybe I am” you playfully responded. “Nah, you’re too good”.

After saying your goodbyes, you realized that you were now alone with Jeno, and it was a long time since this happened. Ever since that day when he told you he liked Yeeun, the two of you hadn’t found the chance to be alone. He didn’t ask you to chill with him anymore, he didn’t ask for your help with studying (preferring to have the other girl as his tutor) and he didn’t text you anymore, except for asking you for some advice regarding his crush. And you would be lying if you said that this didn’t affect you, because, actually, it hurt you.

You felt as if you lost a friend.

No, you felt as if you lost Jeno.

It was like a heavy wave of uncomfortableness crashed over you after Jaemin’s departure, making you face the sad reality: that things were beginning to change between you and Jeno, you were not the friends you used to be. And you were sure that he felt that too. In fact, none of you dared speaking, preferring to just scroll on your phones.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a notification from your mum informed you that she was there to pick you up, at which you internally thanked God.

“I… uhm… I’m gonna go now” you simply said, rapidly grabbing your bag.

“Oh” he shifted your gaze to you, who were already standing in front of him. “Yeah… uhm… do you want me to walk you there? ”, unsure words slipping out of his mouth while he was looking up at you.

“No, there’s no need. Bye Jeno” you lightly smiled at him before turning away and leaving.

Your sombre mood didn’t go unnoticed by your mother who was waiting for you inside the car, and when she asked you if you were by any means sad or something, her question was just brushed off by the excuse that you were just a little bit tired.

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

You were surprised to find out that the one who softly grabbed your arm in the middle of the hallway was Jeno.

“Sure” you let out, although a little bit confused.

Now holding your hand, he quickly brought you into a classroom which was empty due to everyone being out or having lunch. Your hand tingled a little bit the moment he left it.

“Alright” he began, settling himself against a desk. “I’m here to tell you I’m sorry”

Still confused, you lifted a brow.

“You’re sorry?” you repeated.

“Yes, for… like- neglecting you for the past weeks. I know that maybe you’re angry at me and you’re absolutely right because I - you don’t deserve this”

“Jeno, don’t worry, I’m not angr-“

“No, please, don’t lie to me”. Your attempt to pretend that everything was fine was promptly stopped by the boy who stood in front of you and was looking at you with a face full of regret. You guessed that Jeno knew you more than you thought.

“I know things are not right, and I’m sorry that I realized only last night. You know… only after I was left alone with you I understood that something just didn’t sit right. You haven’t spoken a word to me, and neither did I because… what could I even say? It’s been a long time since we last talked. I was so caught up with Yeeun that I wasn’t aware of the fact that… I was totally ignoring you.”

You listened to everything he had to say, with your eyes staring at the ground, unable to stand his eye contact. You couldn’t deny that you felt like you were invisible to him, you also came to consider his behavior highly selfish: talking to you only when he needed some advice regarding Yeeun. But then you reminded yourself that he liked her, so it was normal that he saw only her and no one else.

But no, it wasn’t normal at all. And he acknowledged it.

“Remember that day I told you that you’re the best? I still mean it Y/N” he finally added.  “Will you forgive me for being a neglectful asshole?” 

You raised your head to look at him, who was practically watching you with puppy eyes.

“I forgive you” you gently smile.

It didn’t take long for him to embrace you tightly, his chin resting on your head, your cheek pressed into his chest. You tried to pretend that a small tingle (or more than one) never happened inside your stomach.

“Thank you Y/N, I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise”

However, every good thing eventually comes to an end, because the sweet moment was interrupted by a sudden knocking at the open door.

“Here you are” Jaemin greeted “we were looking for you two”

You and Jeno parted, your eyes now on the boy who was standing at the doorframe.

“Don’t worry, we are coming” Jeno reassured him.

Yeeun joined you as well, and soon the four of you found yourselves sitting on the same table, Jeno throwing a wink at you before directing his attention to the girl beside him, a way to tell you that no, he won’t make the same mistake again. You smiled at this. You’d finally gotten your friend back.

“Is everything fine? I mean… did something happen with Jeno?” Jaemin suddenly asked you.

You turned your head to him, almost startled by his question.

“No no, everything’s fine, I promise. We just had a talk about some misunderstandings, that’s all”

He slowly nodded, and then went back to eating.

“I wouldn’t have forgiven him if I were you”

“Chenle, you’re angry at him because he ruined your plans by liking Yeeun instead of me”

“And for acting like a jerk to you. And I’m also angry at you for forgiving him so easily”

“Chenle…” you sighed, your best friend turning his shoulders to you and acting like a child.

“Don’t talk to me, I’m angy” he stated. Although his tone was serious, you knew him well enough to tell that he was only playing with you.

Giggling, you wrapped your arms around the boy, an evil idea crossing your mind.

“And what if I tickle you?”

 Numbers, letters, numbers and more numbers.

That’s all you were seeing for the past 2 hours. Why the heck did you have to choose a scientific high school* of all things? You swore you deserved at least a 3 months-long holiday to relieve all the stress you were accumulating for the past years, the subjects becoming more and more difficult as time passed by.

Someday I’ll quit studying and I’ll open a garage, you always said to yourself.

Or maybe I’ll find a sugar daddy. Now that idea appealed you.

A buzzing noise attracted your attention and, diverting your gaze from your papers to your phone, you realized that Jeno was videocalling you.

Panicking, you quickly discarded all of your books, papers and tools while trying to style your hair in a manner that wouldn’t make him think that you were straight out of a madhouse. When you finally accepted the call, you were greeted with none other than Jeno’s cute eye smile.

“Hi there” you greeted while smiling at him.

“Hi Y/N, wait, hang on a sec… I’ll add Jaemin so I can talk to you both”

You hummed and mere seconds later, a sleepy and messy haired Jaemin made his appearance at the bottom of your display.

“Dude I was having the best nap of my life” he whined, rubbing his eyes.

“Then you should mute your phone when you’re sleeping” Jeno quickly replied.

“You two look like a married couple” you joked.

“Watch out Y/N” Jaemin stated with a smirk “whatever… can I know the reason why my beauty sleep was interrupted?” he continued, letting out a yawn.

“Okay okay hear me out…” Jeno began, and the both of you were watching him in expectation.

“I asked Yeeun out and… she said yes” he happily affirmed.

Your phone fell from your hands, letting out a loud thump.

“Shit- Y/N are you okay?” you didn’t even know which of the two males spoke, as the only thing you could hear at that moment was the increasing sound of your heartbeat, which soon matched your breathing.

You blinked once, twice, realization hitting you like a truck.

Swallowing, you quickly tried to retrieve your composure before facing your phone again.

You smiled. Falsely, hurtly, but you smiled.

You were happy for him, you said to yourself. You should be happy for him, you said to yourself. You should collect those selfish thoughts of yours and bury them in the pit of your mind because you don’t have any right to think them, you said to yourself.

“Yes I’m okay” you lied.

“I’m happy for you Jeno, I’m glad to have helped” another lie. “I hope you two are happy together” you finally added while forcing back a tear that was threatening to escape.

“Congratulations man” Jaemin cheered on the other side. The boy was to occupied with cheering on his best friend, and the latter was too blinded by happiness to notice your trembling lips.

Oh no, you were not crying in front of him.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you two but I have a lot of homework to finish, bye” you excused yourself and well- technically this wasn’t a lie since you really had quite a few problems to solve before calling it a day.

“Okay okay, bye!” the two of them said their goodbyes to you, but you hung up before they could complete their sentences.

Finally all by yourself, you let a tear fall, and then another, and another, until everything you saw was a big halo of indefinite shapes and colors.

You knew this was bound to happen, you really knew, but still a small part of you hoped that Jeno would have eventually given up, or that she wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings. But who were you going to fool, if not yourself? It was impossible for someone to not fall for Lee Jeno’s charm, smile and personality, let alone reject him. Who were you going to fool, if not yourself? Happy endings existed only in fairy tales, and you surely were not living in one.

And that’s how you ended discarding all of your books away, mentally cursing your math teacher, and on your way to your best friend’s house.

Chenle knew what happened from the moment he saw the frown on your face and your red and glossy eyes, but he didn’t ask you anything, nor did he awarded you with a typical “I told you”, but he simply hugged you while you silently cried on his shoulder.

Being the bestest of friends he is, he brought a cup your favorite ice cream while settling himself on his couch, inviting you to do the same. And that’s how you ended eating ice cream with Chenle beside you, both of your gazes fixed on the TV – which was turned off-, your heart already a little bit lighter with his company.

“Men are trash” he let out out of nowhere, casually eating from his spoon.

“Men are trash” you repeated after him, before diving yourself in your coffee and chocolate guilty pleasure.

To be continued...

*A/N: you may find some references to a school system with which you are not familiar (they are marked with a *) . That’s because I’m from Italy and I’m using Italy’s school system as a reference. 

Here’s how it works:

Basically when we are about 14 years old (after middle school) we choose a high school (there are many kinds such as scientific high school -the one depicted in this fic- in which the main subjects are math, science and so on..., artistic high school -you mainly study art, history...- and many others). Even if every high school is a specific type, we study all the subjects, except that more attention is put to the ones that are specific for that kind of school.

There are five years of high school, at the end of which there’s a huge exam which will determine if you can get your “diploma” (which is basically graduation). After you graduate from high school you enroll in a university.

I hope a was clear enough and that it didn’t confuse you so much 😅

[neocityjs]

Your writing is amazing! You should write more 💖

Thank you so much ❤️🙈 I appreciate it✨

[neocityjs]

hiiiiii, I saw that you were actually interacting with ppl about your fics, and since your blog only have 3 posts and 1 ask I was kinda.. afraid??? to send you an ask haha, but anyway!! don't care if you don't post your reply, I just wanted to let u know that I really liked your recent jeno fic !! <3 idk if you saw my tags, I kinda went wild lmao, but in a good way! I related to mc quite well. have a good day!! hoping to read more of your future work 🐧

Hiiii!❤️ Of course I remember you! I really enjoyed reading your tags lmao, I'm glad you enjoyed my fic! 🤩

Anyways, thank you for your words, that was so sweet 🥺🥺 I hope you have a good day too and don't be afraid to interact with me, I swear I'm friendly 😅❤️

[neocityjs]

Hi is there a possibility that ur fire and water au would have a part 2??

Hi there! I'm happy you enjoyed my fic <3.

To be honest I don't know if there'll ever be a second part since it was thought as a one shot. I'm not planning to write it soon but who knows 👀 maybe someday I'll get the inspiration and I'll write it

[neocityjs]

Fire and water (and vice versa) - LJN

Pairing: boyfriend!jeno x reader

Genre: fluff and angst, a little suggestive at the end

Warnings: none(?)

Words: 5,3k

Summary: it’s nothing new that your fiery nature often leads you to act unwisely, your intense feelings overpowering reason. Even Jeno knows that, yet he chose to love you just the way you are. But when an attitude of yours becomes too much even for your oh-so-patient boyfriend, he decides to teach you a lesson in a unique way. 

Maybe you really brought out the fire in him.

A/N: everything is fictional, including the characters’ traits. English is not my first language, therefore I’m sorry for the errors.

You knew from the moment you saw her that nothing good was coming out of this.

From the moment you shook her hand and chanted the usual “It’s a pleasure to meet you”, you knew that there would have been no pleasure at all. Not when a girl this beautiful had to do volunteering together with your boyfriend.

If it wasn’t for your upcoming exams there would have been you beside Jeno, picking up the trash from the beach under the warm sun of May to compensate the lacks of your fellow citizens, making your town a little bit cleaner and pleasant or a little more colorful, since volunteer work also included repainting the stairs and the old walls covered by obnoxious and vulgar graffiti. But being on your last and toughest year of high school, your free time had dramatically lessened. You considered yourself lucky if you had enough time to watch a movie before you went to sleep.

Jeno introduced her to you a couple of months ago, insisting so that you could meet her because “she’s really nice Y/N, I think you could be great friends”. And that was actually very sweet of him, if not that the amount of time he was spending with her was becoming way bigger than the amount he could spend with you because of your freaking exams, which were approaching at the speed of light.

You tried not to be jealous, you really tried. You trusted Jeno with all of your heart, not once the boy had given you a reason to doubt about him, but hell, how could you when you were even jealous of your best friend?

One of the reasons why you and Jeno get along so well is that you two are the perfect opposites, perfectly balancing each other. He’s always the patient and calm one, the one who thinks before acting and speaking, the one who listens to you rumbling about your day, a small smile escaping from his lips from time to time (since he finds you so cute when you are mad) and disappearing almost instantly, not wanting you to think he’s laughing at you.

Seriously, you’re the fire which burns everything and anything without thinking twice, and he’s the water which always, no matter what, manages to extinguish your flames.

Fire and water, indeed.

And due to your, in fact, “fiery” nature, it’s impossible for you to not be jealous when a pretty and tall girl gets to stay so close to your boyfriend, while you’re only close to your beloved Physics book which, by the way, you were on the verge of throwing out of the window more than a couple of times.

You really tried not to be jealous and petty, but when your boyfriend cancelled the possibly first date you could have had in a while, you couldn’t help but explode. All of your hidden and unspoken jealousy, which accumulated in a two-months time span, made you a living ticking bomb, and that was all it took for it to detonate.

A while ago Jeno surprised you with the idea of celebrating your (hopefully) successful exams with a dinner at your favorite place, just the two of you. Not to mention, the restaurant was right on the beach, giving you a great view of the sun melting in the water before it switched places with the moon. A perfect romantic atmosphere in which to make up for all the lost time. 

At this point you were only studying for this. 

And when the so awaited day came, with you calling Jeno to happily tell him that you passed your exams with a perfect score, you came to know that your boyfriend was no more available since he had to accompany that girl, who had to take her entrance test, at university, which was an hour and a half away.

And that’s why you’re currently screaming at your phone.

“You’re cancelling a date with me because of that girl? Seriously, Jeno, we haven’t seen each other in ages, I’ve waited so long for tonight and you’re telling me that you can’t because of her?”

“Y/N I don’t know what to say… she already paid for taking the test and the friend that was supposed to drop her has a fever so… I was her last hope” your boyfriend regretfully explains.

“Doesn’t she have other friends other than you? Or at least a parent who can accompany her? You know, a while ago they invented some cool objects which move from a place to another, they call them trains and buses” you sarcastically rant.

“Her parents are working and she hasn’t a driver’s license. I’m so sorry Y/N, I really wanted to spend some time with you too, but I really couldn’t say no to her. That test will determine her future”

“And her future had to be determined just when we were finally supposed to see each other”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I really am. I promise tomorrow I’ll be all yours”

“Yeah yeah, whatever… bye”

You don’t even give enough time to your boyfriend to reply, you just hang up and throw your phone somewhere. Fortunately, it lands on your bed.

You start to walk back and forth, your brain wheels fuming with thoughts.

The devil on your left shoulder tells you that ‘He really ditched you for her, you should make him pay’ - but then, the angel on your right shoulder promptly tries to make you come back to your senses: ‘That’s not because he doesn’t care about you Y/N. He’s an altruistic person, so he isn’t capable of leaving a friend hanging. You would have done the same for one of your friends’ - and that’s true. You begin to reconsider the whole situation until your devilish side speaks again.

He considers her a friend so important to be put before his own girlfriend. That’s it Y/N, he put her before you. Her test was important, apparently more than a date with you after so long you’ve been apart.

And that’s when you decide.

You’ve studied so hard and for God knows how many days, you’ve passed your exams with a highly enviable score and a night completely alone under your blanket is all you are getting? Hell no. You deserve a lot better.

Without thinking twice, you search for a specific person on your contact before pressing the call button.

If Jeno is busy accompanying his new friend then you’ll spend the evening with someone else: he doesn’t get to decide how you spend your day. You’ve had a success and you are going to celebrate it, even without him.

It’s not that he’s alone, either.

“Hello?” the male voice coming from your speaker puts a stop on your thoughts.

“Hello Jaem, how are you doing?”

“I’m doing good, how about you? Did you pass the exams? How did they go?”

Here he is, the same caring and sweet Jaemin you’ve known for years. Truth is, before you and Jeno became a thing, you met his friends (six very chaotic yet adorable boys). With them being very friendly to you and you adoring each of them (and one in particular the most, which fortunately ended up being your boyfriend), you spent a lot of time together going out to eat or simply chilling at their house. Why did you call Jaemin, though? Very simple, because he’s the one with which you’ve bonded the most. Not to mention, he’s the one who helped you the most with Jeno, with him being the latter’s best friend.

“It was hard but I passed, I got 100 out of 100” you happily inform him, at which he begins to let out random cheering, or should I say, Jaemin-noises.

“You should party!”

That’s what I intended to do but I can’t because my boyfriend is a dick

But you don’t voice that thought out aloud.

“That’s what I wanted to talk about. Uhm… would you mind going out with me to eat something tonight?”

A moment of silence passes, and you start to regret doing that suggestion.

“What do you mean? Didn’t you have a date with Jeno tonight?”

I had, but as I said my boyfriend is a dick

And neither this thought was ever voiced out aloud.

“Yes, I had. But…” you sigh, exasperation exuding by your next words “but apparently he ditched me because he had to drop that girl from volunteering at university since she had to take her entrance test. Seriously, I refuse to believe that this girl hasn’t at least a friend with a driver’s license and a working car”

Jaemin laughs at your words. You continue.

“Plus, the seats at the restaurant are already booked and it would be a waste not to go.” You state matter-of-factly.

“And…” you hesitate.

“And?” Jaemin encourages you to speak.

You sigh. “I don’t want to spend this important day alone. I feel like I deserve more than just snuggle under my blanket and binge watch Stranger Things, after all the sacrifices I’ve made.” You finally confess.

“I think so too” he agrees, at with you let out a sigh of relief.

Finally a person who understands me

“I guess we could go to that place together, since I don’t have anything to do either”

“Great!” you cheer. You are not spending your evening alone anymore. Even if Jaemin isn’t Jeno, he for sure is a pleasant company. “I’ll text you to let you know place and time”

And after saying your goodbyes, you feel a little bit light hearted.

Your little outing with Jaemin passes smoothly. After all, he’s Jaemin! This boy is capable of cheering even the sourest mood up. Well, you don’t get to watch the sunset with your boyfriend, nor to go take a midnight swim with him like he happily suggested once before. But you get to spend a pleasurable night with one of your dearest friends. Sure, your smile drops a few times: once when the waitress asks you where is Jeno (since he’s the one who had booked for the both of you), and a couple of other times when you direct your gaze to your phone, which shows no texts by your boyfriend.

He’s probably driving, so he can’t text me.

But still, a simple heart would be enough.

And your mind is so occupied by this kind of thoughts that you fail to realize a tiny detail. A tiny, but crucial detail: you didn’t tell Jeno anything about your outing with Jaemin, nor did Jaemin since the boy ingenuously thought you already had.

A tiny detail, a tiny lack.

With not so tiny consequences.

­­­­­­“What the fuck, dude” a bewildered Mark lets out after Jeno walks past him without replying to his good morning, nor sparing him a single glance.

“What happened?” a tiny Renjun with his hair all messy makes his appearance in the living room, before a loud thump (probably coming by Jeno’s door) is heard.

“I… don’t know?” the older boy replies, confused.

Let me tell you what happened, since these boys seem not to have a single clue. That tiny detail of you not telling Jeno you were going out with another guy, who was his best friend by the way, managed to drive your calm, patient, relaxed boyfriend, mad.

He already was of sour mood for ditching you not a day before, but just on the day of your so long awaited date together, the date he was thinking about for days. The guilt he felt from the moment he heard your happy voice telling him about your successful result, knowing that he was probably going to ruin your day with his news, was eating him alive. It actually took a lot of reasoning and convincing by Yejun to finally make Jeno voice a reluctant “Okay… I guess I’ll accompany you, then” with the girl mouthing countless “sorry” and “you’re really my last hope”, and even a “I’ll pay you and Y/N a fancy dinner at your favorite place”, to show how mortified she genuinely was.

You two were just being unlucky, Jeno thought, trying to mask his own guilt into circumstances.

But when he finally came home, exhausted and eager to call you to finally tell you how sorry he truly felt for leaving you alone tonight, he mindlessly opened his favorite social media, scrolling through various posts of friends and celebrities until one particular post caught his eye.

It was a photo of you and Jaemin, a beautiful sea could be seen behind you under a sky painted orange. The tagged place clearing up all of his doubts.

So, while he was internally punching himself in the face for hurting you, turns out you were living your best life with Jaemin. In the same exact place he was supposed to be with you.

His girlfriend and his best friend, it sounded like the plot of a clichè novel.

And at this point, no one can blame Jeno for not responding to Mark’s good morning because, indeed, it isn’t a good morning at all.

You come to realize all of this only a couple of days later.

Finally free from the jaws of your teachers, you choose to head over to Jeno and his friends’ house. You were confused, to say the least, when Jeno began to reply to your texts with monosyllables. It was not like him at all, your chat full of red hearts, kiss emojis and sweet good-nights a solid proof of that. Therefore, you knew right away that something was bothering him. 

When you arrive at the guys’ the youngest happily greets you with a hug, giving your heavy hearth a momentary relief.

“It was so long since I last saw you. I missed you a lot” he warmly states, at which you almost coo at how cute he’s unconsciously acting.

“I know and I’m sorry, I promise from now on you’ll see me more often”

“Our Y/N came back!!” a high pitched scream is heard from the upper floor, and before you can ask yourself who is the culprit, you find yourself with your face smashed into Donghyuck’s chest, before the brown haired boy quickly recomposes himself. “It’s not that I missed you that much, though” he jokingly lies.

“Sure, Hyuck” you play along. There’s no way this boy almost tripped on the stairs to greet someone he didn’t miss.

After each one the boys eventually gathers around you, you can’t help but notice one thing.

“Sorry but… where’s Jeno?”

Everybody goes silent, and you don’t notice how Jaemin’s gaze shifts uncomfortably.

“Uhm… it’s complicated…” Mark tries to explain, but he’s interrupted by a very direct Chenle who tells you the unfiltered truth.

“Jeno is mad at you for going out with Jaemin that night”

And then you freeze on the spot.

You blink once, twice, before realization hits you like a truck.

How could you be this stupid? You didn’t even stop thinking about your personal revenge for a moment to realize that you forgot to tell him you were going out with Jaemin. No wonder he was replying you with short texts all this time. You can’t even imagine how he could have felt when he came to know.

Your wide eyes look at Jaemin, then at the others, searching for explanations. Mark understands your hidden request and continues.

“Thank you, Chenle” he raises a brow at the said boy. “At first he was also mad at us since he thought that we all knew, but then Jaemin explained him that he didn’t tell him anything because he simply thought he already knew”

“Really Y/N, I thought you had already told him” Jaemin states a little coldly, and you can’t blame him. Because of your impulsive nature he could have seriously fought with his best friend.

“I’m so stupid” you whine, slapping your forehead with your palm. “Where is he now?”

“He’s at the gym but he should be home any time, feel free to stay here to wait for him”

And so you do.

But turns out that your boyfriend isn’t so eager to see you, neither speak to you. You understand it when the black haired boy makes his appearance in the room and his eyes turn cold as soon as they land on your figure. And this is new, because your boyfriend was never the type to prolong a fight.

Soon you realize that this time, he is really mad.

Honestly, you have never seen this Jeno before, and it almost scares you.

That’s why you are a little hesitant to follow him in his room to finally confront him and say sorry. But you do anyway because it’s you who is in the wrong, hence it is you who has to do the first move. But when you take a deep breath to gather all of your courage and finally try to twist the handle of his wooden door, it turns out to be locked.

You narrow your eyes.

“Huh?”

You try to twist the cold metal with more strength but there’s no use: this door is definitely locked.

Okay, let’s try something else

This time you knock on the door, only to be followed by silence.

“Jeno?” you attempt, but no reply is heard on the other side.

“Jeno please let me in” you knock again.

You surrender. Guess I’ll have to talk to him with a door separating our faces.

You do your best to think of the right words to let out, words that can show how sorry you really feel.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for not telling you anything. I love you and I don’t want to fight with you. Please…” you rush the first part but softly plead the last word.

No answer.

“What can I do to make things better? Just… just tell me, please. I’d do anything”

Still no answer.

“Please Jen… I’m so sorry, it was really stupid and immature of me. Please just open the door so I can talk to you” you practically whine, desperate at this point.

Silence.

Okay, you are starting to loose your patience.

“Jeno open the door” you state this time, not so nicely.

“Jeno open this fucking door or I swear to God-“ and there they go your little remnants of patience.

You let out an exasperation sigh.

“Fine!” you shout before heading over the couch with heavy steps.

Your boyfriend really loves you, that’s for sure, but now you crossed the line and he wasn’t going to let it slide. Not this time. He thinks it’s time to finally give you a taste of your own medicine. So just like your fire managed to anger him, he decided to become the fire himself. 

Little did you know, Jeno is smirking to himself on the other side of the door. 

You see, even apparently calm people can get angry and revengeful if pushed too much. And when this specific kind of people gets angry, well, you better expect a freaking hurricane. 

Your payback for your misbehavior is, in fact, non other than him pissing you off, riling you up until you explode. And he knows he is already achieving his goal.

Besides, it’s widely known that even water can catch fire in particular circumstances. And when it happens, the flames are spectacular.

Unfortunately for you, Jeno knows exactly what buttons to push to drive you insane, and that’s why you are practically going through hell.

First of all, it’s not every day that you manage to gather the courage to admit your own faults and say sorry: it’s not that you’re a prideful person, it’s just that you’ve never been good with words, always preferring to show your feelings through small acts. So, when your utmost attempt to make it up with your boyfriend was completely thrown away by the latter, you mask your hurt with anger, just like you always do. And Jeno knows all of this.

But no, he doesn’t plan to stop here.

The rest of the day (which you agreed to spend there thanks to the pleadings of six boys) goes by in between a full set of snarky remarks coming from Jeno’s mouth.

And if you still had a little bit of will to make your boyfriend finally forgive you… well, you can say goodbye to it already.

You don’t throw the controller at the tall male after he quietly enters the living room (where you are peacefully playing Mario Kart against Jaemin) only to take a sit beside the boy and murmuring loud enough for you to hear “at least choose a better opponent, there’s no fun in playing with losers”.

You don’t say a thing when Jeno suddenly pats Jisung’s back while giving him a brotherly warn: “Jisungie, I hope you’ll think twice before getting together with a girl. Enjoy your single life while you can”, while the poor boy, feeling awkward all of a sudden, throws a worried glance at you and mentally asks himself why the hell he was brought up in the middle of your argument.

But you do say something when, in the middle of the movie you are all watching, the same annoying voice chooses to state something about how the female lead character is “obviously cheating on his boyfriend with none other than his best friend. Can you believe it, Jaemin?”

This is the last straw.

Turning your head menacingly slowly and surpassing with your gaze the two people sitting between you, you finally free yourself of all the brakes you put on your tongue for the whole afternoon.

“How can you say right away if she’s cheating on him? And most importantly, how do you know that he’s not the one who’s cheating on her?”

Air starting to feel heavy around you, all the boys shifting uncomfortably and exchanging silent looks.

“It’s quite clear that he could never do anything to hurt her, even though it looks like the feeling isn’t mutual. If there’s one cheater among them, it’s her. I know how this sort of things work”

You raise your brow, parting your lips in shock. What the hell is he implying now? That you are cheating on him? You? On him? You laugh in disbelief.

“Well, mister know-it-all, I regret to inform you that you don’t know shit” you fight back, not talking about the movie anymore. Not that you ever did, to begin with.

If he doesn’t argue anymore to not make the boys more uncomfortable, or because he hasn’t anything more to add, you don’t know.

The movie plays, but you aren’t really paying attention to it. An unusual silence enveloping all of you. When end credits begin to appear on the screen all of the boys say their good-nights, quickly escaping from this awkward situation and retiring to their own rooms, except for Donghyuck who kindly offered you his bed since you aren’t going to sleep next to your boyfriend, and neither he shows any intention to do so.

Soon you realize you are left alone with Jeno, his figure still in the same place as during the whole movie.

This could be a perfect chance to apologize properly, just like you intended to do before he slammed the door in your face. Literally. But hell no, not after he treated you like that, rejecting your genuine attempts and, to top it off, purposely trying to annoy you.

You are not going to apologize, not anymore. He has to do it.

Hence, without sparing a single glance to the boy, you direct yourself to the bathroom, planning to take a good shower before going to bed. But apparently, your beloved boyfriend doesn’t agree with that, since he beats you to it, claiming the bathroom as his.

You abruptly stop on your tracks, face mere millimeters away from his chest. You raise your head, looking at him in the face, an annoying smirk planted on his face.

“Excuse me?” you state, raising a brow (a habit of yours)

“Looks like I get to take a shower before you, oops” he has the courage to mock you.

You narrow your eyes at him.

“Oh sweetie, I think not” you simply reply before trying to sneak through the door, but there’s no use. Your size difference not really working at your advantage.  

Scoffing angrily, you turn your back at him before almost shouting a “Hurry up!”

“Oh sure I will”

Spoiler alert: he doesn’t.

He purposely takes his time to wash himself, put a body lotion and even shave his face. Seriously, who the hell shaves at midnight? Apparently only a guy who wants to rile up his girlfriend so bad just for the fun of seeing her all angry and pouty.

Is he mean? Maybe. But you need to learn to be a little less impulsive, you need to learn to control your emotions, you have to learn that being petty and infantile is not the right way to obtain things.  

You have to learn that even if Jeno is a calm person, that doesn’t mean he can let everything slide.

And this is the most effective way to teach you that.

“You already finished? Only about… FORTY MINUTES have passed” you sarcastically voice while getting up from the floor (yeah, you’ve spent all this time with your back against the door), your limbs a little bit numb from the static position.

He chuckles.

Chuckles.

You are about to go insane.

“Oh God I can’t believe it” you murmur while, finally, entering the bathroom.

You think your boyfriend is done by now: really, he had tried so many things to rile you up at your fullest that you think he’s tired by now. But no, he has a last thing to do before letting his little personal revenge go.

Being surrounded by a cloud of steam while inside the shower, you fail to notice your boyfriend sneaking inside to steal your clothes. And when you realize the unpleasant spite, you lose it.

“That’s it!” you yell, at this point not caring at all about the boys who are probably sleeping.

From Jeno’s room, six loud thumps are heard. You, on the other side, with a mere towel wrapping around your naked body, are banging your fists against his door. The door that now he has to open if he doesn’t want it to be demolished.

Mere seconds later, Jeno’s face greets you, a face which is blatantly trying to suppress a smile. “You need anything?”

You make your way straight into his room, lightly bumping his shoulder on purpose.

“Give me my fucking clothes back”

You begin to search all over his room, under the bed, into the closet, on his gaming chair, everywhere.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he shrugs.

“Jeno, I’d beat you to death if I wasn’t naked right now”

“I’d like to see you try”

You take a deep breath.

Don’t kill him Y/N, don’t kill him, don’t kill him. He’s not usually that bad.

You clear your throat, trying to let his taunts slide.

“Give me my clothes” this time you use a calmer tone. Maybe if you act a little bit nicer, he’ll comply.

Jeno begins to walk towards you, slowly, while you unconsciously back until your naked shoulders hit the cold wooden of the door, which you realize is now closed.

You gulp, his figure towering over you, almost menacingly. You suddenly feel so small and powerless under his piercing gaze, your confidence from a while ago dissipating in mere seconds. His eyes piercing right into your soul, seeing right into you. You adjust the towel around your body, heart thumping furiously into your chest at the close proximity, your gaze unable to hold his any longer.

His palms flatten on the door, his arms caging you inside, giving you no way out.

Not that you want to be somewhere else, anyway.

Soft fingers make their contact with your chin, delicately lifting it to make you look at him. His thumb gently caressing your lower lip.

Now you recognize Jeno: the Jeno who was nothing but gentle with you, the Jeno who touched you like you were going to break any time, the Jeno who looked at you with the softest look in his eyes. However, you notice something different. This time, a slightly darker glimpse gleams in his gaze, something you are not used to but you have to admit, you like it more than you should.

“Then apologize properly, like the good girl I know you are” he firmly but softly whispers, hot breaths falling against your lips.

Your breath hitches, a glimpse of red adorning your cheeks.

Your lips part, but no sound comes out of them.

An inner conflict is taking part within your mind: on the one hand, his powerful and dominating aura (which you don’t see often) makes the angel of your shoulder scold you.

Stop this act and apologize already

Not to mention, this side of Jeno makes you feel some sort of things.

But in the end, what are we if not mortal creatures incapable of following the right path by our own? That’s why you choose to listen to the sweet whispers that your devil is murmuring you from the inside.

No, you already apologized and he didn’t listen to you. Don’t you dare submit to him after everything he put you through.

Jeno knows you are internally debating. He’s aware of how stubborn you are, he knows that you never give in so easily, hence he knows that you just need a little push to finally bring you to say those two words he is eager to hear from you.

With utmost delicacy he lifts your chin a little more, gently brushing the tip of his nose with yours.

Just mere millimetres and your lips would touch, you think.

Just a little closer, and you would satisfy your thirst of him, a thirst that was building and building unbeknownst to you, a thirst getting stronger every second you were forced to stay apart, at first by circumstances, later by your stubbornness.

But no, you aren’t giving in so soon.

“I’d like to have my clothes back” you simply said, gathering what was left of your strength. Voice much weaker than you intended.

You gulp loudly when his thumb stops moving against your lips, his own forming a thin line, jaw slightly clenching.

He didn’t like that.

“Okay” he simply says before parting from you, a sudden wave of cold air unpleasantly greeting you. You think he is directing himself to finally bring your belongings; for a moment you think you really won this.

Until he abruptly stops.

“Fuck it” he groans.

Before you can even register, his lips crash against yours.

Even though he takes you by surprise, you don’t hesitate a second before reciprocating the kiss. All of the pent-up frustration, all of the anger and hidden feelings, they all show up in your shared kiss. Jeno’s kissing you fervently, like it’s his last day on Earth. His hands no longer gently cupping your face like he usually did, but grabbing your face in a firm yet pleasurable way. Tongue no longer asking for access, but strongly making its way into your mouth. Your trembling fingers slide from his chest to the hot skin of his neck, before finally intertwining between his soft locks, which are still a little damp from the shower he took earlier.

A hand leaves your face to flatten against your back, bringing you closer and closer to his heated body. Lips trail blissful kisses on your jaw, then on your neck, and you fail to hide a quiet moan. Next, you hear his words whispered to your ear.

“Don’t worry, you’re going to apologize by the end of this”

Well, looks like you won’t be sleeping in Donghyuck’s room tonight.

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Clingy - LJN

Pairing: boyfriend!jeno x reader

Genre: a lil angst, fluff

Warnings: established relationship, Haechan is a bit annoying in this one I’m sorry (Haechan best boy)

Words: 3k

Summary: hurt after hearing your boyfriend and his friends calling you clingy, you decide to show them how not clingy you can be.

A/N: everything is fictional, including the characters’ traits. English is not my first language, therefore I’m sorry for the errors.

Movie nights with your friends were your favorites.

Well, it’d be more correct for me to say “with your boyfriend’s friends”, since you didn’t know them before meeting Jeno. But that doesn’t matter, because in no time you managed to bond with everyone, especially the clumsy yet adorable kid, Jisung, and the loving caffeine addicted boy, Jaemin.

Movie nights with your friends consisted in you eight – even though today you were only seven since Mark was out with some of his friends – sprawled on one couch –  don’t ask me how, but all of you always manage to fit in since no one wants to sit on the carpet – with a blanket covering you and some snacks passing between. Those represented some of those moments you swear you would cherish for all your life.

Tonight seemed to be no different. Jeno had come picking you up at 7 p.m., you spent some time together, walking around, talking and giggling like usual, and you dropped at his house where other five – well, four boys (Jaemin lost to rock paper scissors so he had to go shopping for snacks) – were waiting for the both of you. Donghyuck always got to choose the movie you would watch, not without complaints from every one of you, yet at the end you’d always like what he picks, but Donghyuck doesn’t need to know that.

And there you were, all sprawled on the couch – though not in a very comfortable position –. You had already seen the movie which was playing loudly on the TV, hence you decided to pay more attention to your boyfriend instead. You were all cuddled up with him: he was hugging you, stroking your back from time to time. Your head was on his shoulder while your hand rested on his chest. Sometimes you couldn’t help but leave a furtive and quick kiss on his jaw, praying no one would notice you. He’d smile at you – gosh his eye smile UWU – and then he’d hug you closer.

About one hour after the movie’s beginning, you felt some physical needs pressing, so you quickly excused yourself and got up from the couch.

“Should I pause it?” Renjun asked, the remote already between his hands.

“No, don’t worry. I’ve already seen it anyway”

You made your way to the bathroom only to find out that the toilet paper was missing.

You sighed. Boys.

So you went back to the living room, where everyone was gathered.

You were about to open your mouth to ask where they kept the spare paper but something odd caught your ear. You backed up, hiding behind the wall. You obviously knew that eavesdropping was not by any means honest, especially if it was a conversation between your best friends. But you were almost certain that they were talking about you, your name dropping from one of the boys’ mouth.

“Enjoy being free while you can” Donghyuck joked with Jeno. You furrowed your brows.

What was that supposed to mean? You peeked your head cautiously, not wanting to be seen.

“You’re just jealous you don’t have a girlfriend” Jisung laughed at him, to which the boy responded with a sharp stare.

“Seriously, Jisung? When you haven’t even had your first kiss?”

“Ya ya ya! Shut up and don’t fight you two” Jaemin intervened, throwing a popcorn at them.

A brief moment of silence followed. You still didn’t understand what they were talking about.

“She’s just affectionate, that’s all” Jeno finally spoke, at which you held your breath.

So they were talking about you being clingy with your boyfriend. And this response from Jeno meant that he didn’t mind it, right? Or else he would have agreed with the boy. The thing is, you never thought about it: you supposed that a little kiss every now and then was a way to show your love and affection to him, plus he never complained about it, or never backed away.

“I know, but don’t tell me you don’t find this suffocating sometimes” Donghyuck continued.

Okay, now he was seriously getting on your nerves. What the heck did he care if you were clingy with your boyfriend? This was something between you and Jeno, and he wasn’t allowed to interfere with it, especially in front of everyone in the room. You thought he was making fun of you by now.

At this point you expected something to come out of Jeno’s mouth, anything that could have proven Donghyuck wrong, but he said nothing.

And silence means consent.

How did you know this? Well, Jeno wasn’t one to back out from speaking his opinion, especially with his friends. Especially with Donghyuck, for God’s sake, this guy was constantly bickering – though not with malicious intentions – with everyone.

“We shouldn’t talk behind her back like this” affirmed Jaemin with a severe stare. Jeno looked down: you didn’t know it but he was feeling suddenly guilty, agreeing with Jaemin. Everyone then went silent, the only sounds that could be heard being the dialogues in the movie.

You pressed your back against the wall, processing what you just heard.

Why didn’t he ever tell you? Why did he act like he loved it while, actually, he hated it? Then you thought about every time you held his hand in public, or hugged him, or kissed him, and then your thoughts went to five minutes before, when you were hugging him on the couch. You started feeling sorry.

Maybe after all it’s true, and he didn’t tell me anything because he didn’t want to hurt me.

But well, now it hurt twice as much since you weren’t aware of what your friends and your own boyfriend thought about you. Maybe every one of them, except for Jeno obviously, thanked God they hadn’t a girlfriend like you, who was suffocating and clingy.

And it was at this moment that your guilt turned into anger.

You just wanted to show all your affection and care to your boyfriend who you loved with all your heart, but apparently you were only bothering him. And Donghyuck - oh Donghyuck – you were so angry at him right now. What was the point in making fun of you in front of everyone when you weren’t even there? At the same time, you took a mental note to thank Jisung and Jaemin, the only two people who stood to defend you.

Okay, tonight you were proving everyone how not clingy you could be. Indeed, you were going to interact the least possible with Jeno. He wanted space? Good, you were giving him tons of it.

You eventually went to the toilet using one of your tissues since you were not asking any of them where the hell was the toilet paper, you washed your hands and went back to the couch.

But this time you didn’t hug Jeno. You simply forced a smile and sat next to him with your arms crossed. You tried not to be too obvious, you still didn’t want them to know that you heard everything, but you were sure your face was saying otherwise, and the confirmation arrived when Jeno asked you “Is everything ok?” full of concern.

You just called me clingy and let Donghyuck make fun of me. Yes, everything’s amazing.

“Yes, of course. Why?” you replied, using all of your acting skills in the process which, by the way, were very poor. But apparently they worked, because Jeno smiled at you and shook his head. “Nothing”.

But if you were successful at lying to him right now, then by the end of the movie he understood that something was wrong. You were avoiding all of his attempts of skin ship because ��it was too hot”, but then you were grasping at the blanket like there’s no tomorrow. You were also laughing at everything remotely funny that came out of Jaemin’s mouth while you simply ignored all of Jeno’s attempts of making you laugh. Hell, you didn’t even argue with Donghyuck when he murmured something about Jeno being the most unfunny guy he ever met. Oh and you were playing and laughing with Jisung who was sitting next to you.

In short, you were avoiding him.

But he decided to shrug these thoughts away. Maybe he was being paranoid, he thought: you were just enjoying your friends’ company, plus it wasn’t written anywhere that you were allowed to talk and give attentions only to him.

Little did he know, this was just what you were trying to do: shower everyone with attentions except him.

Eventually the movie came to an end, and while everyone was pronouncing their goodnights and heading to sleep, you just remained there, with your phone between your hands, scrolling mindlessly on your Instagram feed.

Usually you and Jeno would have gone to bed together, sharing your thoughts about the movie you just watched, or simply talking about everything and nothing at the same time. But not today. He wanted space? You were giving him space.

Jeno already stood up to make his departure, but soon noticed you weren’t following him like you always did. “Are you coming?” he asked you, stopping on his tracks.

“I’ll just reply to a few messages and then I’ll go to sleep too. Don’t wait for me, you can go”

“Y/N are you sure everything’s okay? You’ve been acting quite weird. Are you alright? Did something happen?”

“Of course not, Jeno. Nothing happened” you replied rather coldly. Then you sighed. “I’m good, don’t worry for me” you added, softly this time. Although you believed he deserved it, you didn’t want to be too rude to him.

He nodded, and without saying anything more, he left.

At this point you started feeling a tiny bit guilty, still you couldn’t simply pretend nothing happened: their words hurt you and even if you really wished to just forget everything, you couldn’t. You just couldn’t, it was stronger than you.

By the way, you had no intention of sleeping with Jeno tonight, so you grabbed the blanket all of you once shared when watching the movie, and struggled a little bit to find a comfortable position. Eventually, after some tears escaped from your eyes, you drifted into a restless sleep.

It took a couple of hours for Jeno to realize you were not in bed with him.

He just fell asleep, a part of him believing that later you would have joined him. But when he woke up, he immediately sensed that something was off. Still sleepy, he touched the other side of the bed only to find it empty, and immediately stood up. It was 3 A.M, why weren’t you sleeping? What the heck were you doing? Did someone kidnap you? At this point he was surprised of how paranoid he could be.

His thoughts came to an end when he saw you, on the couch, with a blanket shielding you from the cold, all curled up. He didn’t see the dried tears that stained your face, though.

Sitting slowly beside you, not wanting to scare you, he gently shook you, not sure himself if it was the right thing to do. He was just so confused, he genuinely didn’t have any idea of what was happening. But he knew one thing for sure: you had been acting cold with him and he wouldn’t had moved until you confessed what was going on. Was it something he said or did? Was today your anniversary or something and he forgot it? Poor boy absolutely couldn’t find peace unless he knew what he did.

Soon you opened your eyes, still heavy from the – lack of – sleep.

“Hey” he murmured softly.

You considered pretending to sleep but nah, as I said earlier, you weren’t a good actress.

“Hey” you replied, stretching your limbs a little bit.

“I got worried since you weren’t sleeping next to me” he chuckled awkwardly. Sure thing, he didn’t know how to handle this situation since this was the first time you were acting like this.

“I… umm… I just fell asleep here” you replied looking at your hands, which you were scratching due to the nervousness.

Another lie.

Then silence.

“Y/N look at me” his voice suddenly changed, turning colder.

You swallowed, a knot forming again in your throat, as you forced back the tears that were trying to escape. You didn’t want to give in so soon.

But how could you, when he was getting angry at you? You should have been angry, not the opposite. And you know what? He was right, you were taking it too far. He didn’t deserve this. Look at how nice he tried to be all night, you managed to anger a calm and patient man like him. How stupid could you be at this point?

With a quivering lip you turned your head, facing him. He was watching you intently, with a serious frown on his face. Your grip on the blanket got tighter, almost ripping it with your nails.

You stayed silent. Then he spoke.

“Why are you being like this?”

You swallowed. What should you say? Were you even allowed to say anything at this point?

You tried to open your mouth to say something, but as soon as you tried your eyes were filled with tears, rapidly falling on your skin. You just couldn’t take it anymore, so you just faced away and buried your face in the pillow, trying to muffle your sobs. You didn’t want to look so pathetic in his eyes, although by now you thought you were being beyond pathetic.

If earlier there was any anger in Jeno, now every hint of it dissipated at the sight of you crying, curled up on the couch. He suddenly felt guilt taking over him. But the amount of confusion and frustration was bigger, so, as much as it pained him to see you cry because of him, this didn’t prevent him from trying to find out what had gotten into you. He was honestly so tired, he just wanted to sleep with you on his side.

He gently, almost scared, touched your trembling frame, and when he noticed there was no sign of rebellion from you, he lied down and hugged you tightly from behind.

And you kept on crying silently, a loud sob escaping occasionally, as he murmured sweet nothings into your ears, shushing you gently and telling you that everything’s fine, I’m here with you. Just let it out.

When you finally finished crying, he placed a soft kiss on your neck, then another on your wet cheek.

“Wanna talk about it?”

There was no point in lying by now. So you faced him, face full of concern and arms still tightly secured around you. And you just let out everything, from how you overheard their conversation – including how sorry you were for doing it and promising it would never happen again -, to how you were hurt by Donghyuck’s words but mostly by Jeno’s lack of words.

On the other hand, poor Jeno didn’t have any idea this could have affected you so much, and because of this he didn’t even think this could have been the cause of your sudden behavior. He just listened everything silently, surprised, just like a kid to whom the newest things are explained.

“I just got so angry at you for not defending me, and for letting Hyuck make fun of me. So I wanted to distance myself from you as much as possible to have my revenge” you openly confessed, hiding your face in his chest.

“I’m really sorry I took this so far. I should have talked instead” you add.

“Well, that’s true” Jeno replied, “but I can’t say I’m in the right either. First thing, we shouldn’t have talked about you like that, plus I’m really sorry I didn’t say anything to Hyuck, I understand this hurt you a lot”

“But do you really think I’m that clingy? Because if so, all you have to do is say the word and I’ll try to respect you space more” you asked, looking up at him with watery eyes.

And if your ears were sharp enough, you could have heard the sound of Jeno’s heart shattering.

Now he was the one who was on the verge of tears.

“Y/N please don’t ever say such a thing. You don’t have to change anything about yourself. I love you because you are you, including your touchy and loving nature. Besides, don’t look at me this way or I’m seriously gonna cry” he added whining, causing a smile – a real one – to appear on your face.

“Now it’s a lot better” he affirmed, tracing your curled up lips with his thumb.

“Can I kiss you or you’re still mad at me?” he asked.

“I don’t know, I was thinking about making you suffer a little more” you joked.

“Oh my God, you’re unbelievable”

“I think so too”

He raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I should kiss that annoying attitude of yours away”

“I don’t know, should you?”

“I’ll take that as a yes”

And with that he kissed you, the fight of moments ago long forgotten. A slow and gentle kiss, a mixture of emotions being shown: remorse, love, affection. It was a way for the both of you to say “it’s all in the past now”.

After you parted, one thought snapped in his mind.

“Wait, how will you manage the matter with Donghyuck? I can talk to him if you want” he pointed out, concerned. He perfectly understood if you were angry at the boy in question, but he also wished all of you to be as bonded as a big family, his family.

“There’s no need, I’ll just confront him by myself, beat him up until he asks for forgiveness and then forgive and hug him”

Jeno looked at you, almost scared. “What…?”

“Just kidding” you said, laughing at his funny face. Still hugging, you made yourselves comfortable enough to sleep.

“Or maybe not”

[neocityjs]

Bad habit - LJN

Pairing: badboy!jeno x goodgirl!reader

Warnings: established relationship, slightly suggestive, smoke is involved.

Words: 1,2k

A/N: Everything is fictional, including the characters' traits. I absolutely DO NOT condone smoking. Please, if you can, stay away from it, it's bad for your health.

English is not my first language, so go easy on me :')

[12:17 AM] 

The cool breeze of the night made you shiver, but at the same time made you feel free, alive. You could finally be yourself for a moment: no rules, no restrictions, but most importantly no people who expected you to excel at everything. You could finally free that part of yourself which wanted to emerge and to be lived, and even if it was just for an instant it was enough for you. You didn’t even know it, but it was thanks to him that you were finally starting to live life as it should be lived, slowly, one bite at a time.

Everyone expected you to study, have as-high-as-Everest grades, and anything which goes along with the title of good girl, of which you were sick and tired. It’s not that you didn’t want to be this way, your shy and quiet nature wouldn’t permit anything different anyways. But as an almost-twenty-year-old young woman you also wished to live, because life is short and you thought you were wasting it between your books.

With some chills on your skin, you came closer to the balcony where he was leaning: black leather jacket, a cigarette between his fingers and a frown on his face that only you and his few but good friends could substitute with a softer expression, sometimes even a smile.

He looked at you leaning yourself on the railing, while you smiled softly -almost shyly- at him. Even if you knew each other for a while now, his intimidating and strong aura never failed to make you feel small. But on the other hand, your timid reactions never failed to make Jeno want to protect and shield you from all the bad of this world. You were his good little girl, as he used to say while you buried your face on his chest after a long day.

After welcoming you with a small nod he looked in front of him, staring at nothing in particular, and he inhaled some smoke. 

“What’s up?”

“I was bored” you replied with a shrug. 

Since you were sensitive to the cold you couldn’t help but shiver and tremble even more, so he took of his jacket -the leather jacket he always put on- and placed it on your shoulders, for what you suppressed a smile. His strong yet gentle manners were always capable of making your heart flutter.

“What’s that for?” 

He saw it. Damn.

“Nothing... I... just like when you take care of me” you replied shyly, looking anywhere but at him. And you could swear that he, too, failed to hide a small grin.

“It’s cold, you need it more than I do” he said rather coldly, even if the look in his eyes said the opposite.

You knew Jeno wasn’t the best at expressing his feelings with words. He was a man of action, hell he didn’t even ask you out properly. After he kissed you for the first time, he simply looked intently at you and affirmed “Well, you are mine now”.

But despite this you also knew his feelings were genuine, and he was thankful for it. One thing he liked about you was, in fact, that there was no need for words. You could simply stay close to each other, saying nothing, and that was worth a thousand words.

And that’s what was happening right now.

You stayed like this for a while, silently, just listening to each other’s breathing and looking at the stars above you, tracing imaginary shapes with your mind. It was such a beautiful and peaceful night, one of those nights capable of healing even the most wounded heart.

Then the light - yet cold- breeze caused some smoke to invade your nostrils. 

And then one thing came to your mind: you never once smoke in your life. You were aware that smoke was bad for your health, you studied a lot of biology back in high school so you were kinda well informed about these things, but they say that curiosity kills the cat and you were pretty curious of trying it out.

One puff couldn’t be this bad, right?

“Jeno?” 

He muttered in response.

“Can I try it?” you asked, pointing to the now half cigarette lying between his index and middle fingers.

“This?” he added, pointing at it with his head.

You nodded.

“Nope” he simply replied, bringing the said object between his lips.

You pouted. 

“But why not? It’s just a one-time thing, I promise”

He finally looked at you in the eyes.

Was he... mad?

“Y/N you shouldn’t let anyone lead you astray, not even me. You’re too good for this shit...” he said pointing at the object between his fingers. “...and I hope you remember that” he added with a serious look on his face. 

He was right, you knew it, you shouldn’t let bad habits take over you. But you were dying to know: why in the world would people like Jeno or your own father like to drag on a cigarette of all things? What was the point of it? How did it feel? For a curious mind like yours this was a question that couldn’t be left unanswered.

“But I want to know how it feels like” you attempted again.

Then he moved his head to look at you, raising an eyebrow.

“You do?”

You nodded eagerly while your eyes lit up. 

So you were winning this. 

But... the next thing he did left your head spinning.

He inhaled a certain quantity of smoke in his mouth and before you could even ask what was he doing, he put a firm hand on your nape, pulling you into a kiss. At first you were taken aback, your eyes wide open, your breath taken away. The motions of his rough yet soft lips caused your own to part and it was a matter of seconds before you felt an odd flavor invade your mouth.

It was the smoke.

Holy shit this was so hot.

Normally you would have gagged at the taste, obnoxious and not pleasant at all. But not now, not here, with Jeno’s hands on you, the heat radiating from his body making you feel warm and overwhelmed, your hands now on his strong chest to maintain your standing position.

Like this, with Jeno’s lips moving against yours and the taste of smoke mixing with that of his lips, it felt like heaven.

You could feel your own body on fire, your face specifically: for sure you were as red as a tomato. This always embarrassed you since you were a grown-up girl but still acted like a 13-year-old teenager whose crush has kissed her for the first time. But he absolutely loved it. He loved the effect he had on you, the way he could easily make you shy: this made him burst with pride.

The kiss becoming hotter, your breaths heavier, your minds fogged.

You really didn’t expect something this hot happening to you, right now. Hell, you weren’t suited for this shit. One kiss and you were already losing your mind. 

You eventually parted, reluctantly, your breaths still heavy and sharp. Then he smiled, licking his lips while you subconsciously bit yours. Even if you couldn’t see yourself, you were sure you were flushed as hell.

“You said you wanted to know how it feels like” he commented with a mischievous grin.

Oh.

He was observing you intently, eyes dark and heavy lidded, therefore you couldn’t help but fall deeper and deeper into them, mesmerized.

And then you realized. You didn’t need cigarettes, because he was the only bad habit you wanted.