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calibabii21 · 2 years

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|| awakened pt 2 || nct dream

pairings: bestie!nct dream x black!reader

genre: suggestive, mature, best friends, cheeky, idol x black bestie au

warning(s): teasing, multi guys one girl, games, singling out, flirtation, swearing, mild humiliation, competition.

wc: 1.6k

Quickly locking your phone, you tuck it away into your hoodie pocket “hey Jeno,” you return his smile.

If he notices your skittish movements, he doesn’t say anything, just continues smiling as he responds, “how are you?”

you then look at him skeptically “good..what do you want?”

He looks off to the side, “so I was wondering if-” he’s cut off as a loud mouthed Haechan walks into the room adamantly clapping his hands “we need. to play. a gAME.”

his body flops onto the ottoman in front of you. “like what? truth or dare?” you sarcastically suggest.

suddenly a finger is shoved in your face as Haechan gets up from his upside down laying position, “or better-”

by this time the rest of the have entered the room and are now waiting for him to situate himself and continue. “never have I ever.”

everyone begins protesting, “WAIT WAIT but guys it could be FUNNN.” he tries to convince you all.

“well I mean, we’re not..doing anything right now” you snap your head towards Mark upon hearing his voice and chip in, “I don’t really mind.”

Haechan internally celebrates knowing that everyone will give in since you’ve agreed to play.

The eight of you are gather around your living room with drinks- both alcoholic and non, splayed on the table “so how are we doing this? who’s first?”

“we can start with Mark, since he’s the oldest.” said person sighs as he responds, “fine. never have I ever.....”

After a few rounds of playing, Renjun is taking his time thinking of something new that he has never done, which causes someone to release a loud sigh.

“come on this is so boriiiiing.” there are murmurs and nods agreeing with Chenle.

“can we do something to make this more interesting?” there’s a brief moment of silence. “okay. never have I ever..”

Jaemin takes a second to think before he smirks directly at you, the unease in your stomach justified as he opens his mouth, “fantasized about my best friend.”

an audible gasp leaves you as you cover your mouth in shock at Jaemin outing you, “Jaem!”

he shrugs dismissively, watching as you put a finger down, face flushed and eyes avoiding the men in the room.

you can just hear the smugness in Haechan’s voice as he then says, “ohhh we have a naughty one in our midst boys.”

they all chuckle which furthers your embarrassment.

“in that case, never have I ever,” Haechan leans back in his seat, spreading his legs in a sexy relaxed manner, “touched myself to the thought of my best friend.”

he puts a finger down, a smirk spreading across his face as he notices you glance down at his hand lazily placed on his crotch before meeting his intense gaze.

“well?” he looks at you expectantly seeing you have not yet put down your finger in response to him.

“I- what makes you think that I have?”

he scoffs at your weak attempt of denial “oh please. don’t act like you haven’t bitten down on your pretty little hand to keep from pathetically whimpering my name.”

that makes everyone’s eyebrows raise. including yours.

you lean forward at the edge of your seat, pinning him with narrowed eyes, “it seems you would really like that Hyuckie.”

though his cheeks tint, his arrogance remains “damn right I would.”

his blush gives you a boost of confidence “yeah? baby boy would like it if I was a whimpering mess thinking about cumming on his-”

“wOAH- okay let’s-let's cut that short.”

a panicked tone interrupting you makes you chuckle internally as you look away from a fidgeting Haechan, to a grumbling Mark.

“nooo this was getting gooood.” Chenle protests.

“fine let’s change the game entirely. y/n. you have to guess our kinks, and which we have fantasized about doing with you.”

you scoff looking away to hide the many scenarios now running through your head.

“I am not-” “that’s a good idea.” your head whips to Renjun with wide eyes, him being the last person you expected to be in agreement with Haechan of all people.

“what?”

you look to your left, “Jeno?” you question in a soft tone, to which he only shrugs and looks at you with his signature eye smile, “why not?”

you battle with yourself in your head as you look around at all the boys, but seeing their intrigued and excited faces, you give in.

“alright. fine.” you shake your head at their childish celebrations. “you guys just better not give me shit for what I say.” but they don’t even hear you through their own rowdiness.

For some reason Jisung of all people thought this “game” would be best played in your bedroom..surrounded by 7 horny men.

Not that you were complaining but Jesus was it getting hot with them in such close proximity to you.

“we’re waiting.” you are yet again surprised at Renjun’s speaking up.

“you’re rather eager about this.” you say with wonder as to why.

“we never actually talk about these things so, yeah, sue me for being excited.” his response dripping with the sass you love.

“fair enough ahahah.” your giggles fade as you think of who to start with, “well for starters, it’s not like I..think about you all in this way often..”

your false bashfulness lets them all know you’re lying straight through your teeth, “but since you were the first to speak up, and my room is right next to you, yours-” your eyes lock on Renjun’s “is mutual masturbation. has to be. I’ve heard your soft little moans and rapid breaths right around when I'm having a little ‘me time’.”

his face is completely flushed red, and you instantly know you’re spot on.

“Sungie.” you’re quiet after some time, just observing him as you stare him down, “size kink.”

his widen dramatically, “you may think no one notices, but you’re constantly comparing our height, hand sizes, and I’m sure you-”

your eyes trail his body stopping just at the waistband of his joggers, “well, you get the gist.”

the others laugh at the youngest’s stunned expression.

“Lele baby........I actually have no fucking idea.” he rolls his eyes as you try not to laugh.

“lame.”

ignoring his sulking, you move on to the next person. “now Nana, I see you smirking over there but you’re not fooling anyone.”

curious eyes turn to the smirking boy, “you may be a flirty tease sometimes, but I know you’re a sucker for praise. actually, now that I think about it, you praise me for every..little... thing.”

as you keep talking you begin to get shy, “aww, baby is getting all shy on us.”

you huff flipping him off as you attempt to gather your thoughts.

“okay okay let me wrap this up, um, Jeno.”

you look to your left to see said boy laying back on your bed, arms resting behind his head. “you..you are..”

Jaemin makes eye contact with you, a challenging brow raised as you clear your throat, “um you’re brat taming for sure.”

your assurance intrigues him, “oh?” you nod at him “mhm. positive.”

“ugh alright, just hurry up and get to me already.”

You glare at Haechan, “just for that, you’re going last.”

he pouts and whines, rolling back and forth at the edge of your bed, “but I want to go nowwww.”

you groan in frustration, “Hyuck, just sit down, shut up, and wait your turn.”

the boys all hoot and holler at your tone, you being the only one to notice how quiet and compliant he’s become.

“oh. baby boy likes being told what to do.” you coo in a condescending tone as you sit on your knees leaning close to his face, “you want mommy to make you feel good? bet you would sound really pretty for me hm?"

you notice his eyes become hooded as he watches you lick your lips, subconsciously nodding.

you abruptly lean back to your original position, “well he clearly has a mommy kink– degradation too.”

the boys shove him from all directions “damn what did you do to him?”

You turn to Mark, hearing his voice in your ear, “and what about me?” he asks softly, only a few inches from your face.

“you, sir, are auralism through and through. as am I.”

his eyebrows furrow and his voice cracks, “aURalism?”

you nod, the two of you still in your own world, “means you’re aroused by sound. the sound of my voice in particular.”

you lean into each other, voices barely audible enough for the two of you to hear one another, “like the sound of you coming apart with my face between your–” before he could finish, or you respond, a voice cuts in “woah. woah. woah. woah. WOAH! when did that happen??”

Mark is quiet as you try to intervene, “no we-”

Renjun is quick to interrupt you, “wait you two have fucked? how did we not know this??”

the six other men in the room look between you and Mark, confused and a little jealous.

“you mean to tell me..that this dude has tasted you, but I can’t even touch you?”

Haechan genuinely sounds upset so you move away from the eldest Lee and over to the one complaining, “well I never said you couldn’t touch me.”

he’s instantly silenced, staring you with unfiltered arousal, “but that’s for another time.”

you clap your hands once as you climb off of your bed, “okay boys, everyone out.”

seven pairs of eyes follow you, watching as you retrieve an old tour t-shirt + pajama shorts and walk into the adjoined bathroom locking the door behind you.

not long after your bath water is drawn do they hear light splash sounds coming from behind the door.

“wha- no fair!” Jisung complains as they are leaving your room, “what was even the point of all this.” he grumbles to himself.

you return to see your room empty as you had asked, and just as you situate yourself into bed, there’s a knock before someone enters your room closing and locking the door behind them.

“well this a surprise.”

to be continued...

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justwinwin · 2 years

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The Best Friend Scrapbook || twentythree

In Jeno's humble opinion, one of the easiest things to do was to be best friends with Y/n, or so he thought. He spent most of his life with her, if not his family, and it was easy. Like any friendship, obstacles came along the way, but nothing could tear apart the friendship they had built together. Jeno knew everything there was to know about y/n, things that her mother couldn't recall ever knowing. Their life together was documented in a brown leather book, one that Jeno insisted they start because he loved taking photos and printing them out, but he didn't know where to store them. It had been such a long time, and the book was coming to its end, its last few pages lingering. Jeno thought long and hard about what that would mean. Praying and hoping that the end would be further away.

Maybe it meant he should stop being lazy and just buy another empty book and name it The Best Friend Scrapbook 2.0. Or maybe they're too old for such things; they should just reminisce over photos on their phones and stop wasting time and money printing them. But Jeno knew he couldn't do that. Time with y/n was too precious.

Over the time y/n and Jeno spent apart, seeing her on social media stare fondly at another guy whilst he hopelessly stared fondly at her. Things began making sense to Jeno. He always knew he felt something for her; even all the other guys knew, probably the whole damn town knew. Not once had he ever felt the same way about another girl, he tried with Yuna, and whilst she was a nice girl, she wasn't y/n.

Jeno realised that being best friends with y/n was not the easiest thing in the world. It was probably second on his list. He realised that what came most naturally to him and felt the most exciting and fulfilling was loving y/n. Admitting he even loved y/n made him grin and all giddy inside. Nothing could ever come close to how he felt with Y/n. She was the love of his life, and maybe he knew it all along, but finally, today, he was going to tell her.

Seeing Jisung's message to him earlier in the morning, something inside Jeno clicked, a flame, if you will. It sparked inside of him. Both with passion and anger. Anger at the guy who had wronged y/n, the girl who could never hurt a fly, the girl who deserved all the love she could ever receive and more. The girl who shines so bright he wants to be around her always.

It took everything in him not to go investigator mode and find Sungchan's house, 1. he didn't even know how he could possibly do that, 2. even if he could, Jeno was not a confrontational guy, nor could he fight. He would most likely get his own ass beat. But for y/n? He'd do it in a heartbeat.

Jeno thought about confronting Sungchan many times, but the more and more he pondered over it, the more he realised that the person who needed him most probably thought everybody hated her. So that's where he was off to. Not before preparing the things he needed.

—

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Jeno raises his fist above his head. He can already hear the commotion inside the home, the muffled voices of the boys and a girl. Happiness rings through his ears. Oh, he longed to be a part of all the joy.

"So, it's you, huh."

Jeno's shoulders stiffen, his arm falling to his side as he turns around to face the voice. Sungchan had his arms crossed over his chest down the porch steps, and a not-so-happy grimace settles onto his features. Jeno felt himself going red, anger filling his veins.

"What are you doing here?" Jeno asks bitterly.

"Coming to say happy birthday to my girlfriend, what about you? She told me she hated you," Sungchan slowly ascends the steps, reaching the top.

Jeno stands frozen, not knowing whether he was telling the truth. Did y/n really hate him? This is going to ruin what he had planned.

"Don't you have other things to do? I don't know, like getting with other girls?"

A look of anger passes through Sungchan's eyes before they're disguised with an evil glint. Sungchan knew how to get under Jeno's skin. It was up to Jeno whether he would let him get to him.

"Y/n and I have talked things out; she knows that some jealous girl made those rumours up, so if I were you, I'd step aside cause I don't think she wants to see your face," Sungchan smirks and brushes pass Jeno's shoulder towards the door.

Jeno can feel a piercing ache in his chest whilst it tightens, feeling defeat he was ready to go back home. At the same time, Chenle opens the door, his face pure of shock.

"What the hell is going on, and what the fuck are you doing here?" he exclaims. Jeno whips around to make sure he knew to who that question had been directed to. Luckily it was for Sungchan.

"I'm here for y/n, where is she?"

"Get the fuck out dickhead, she doesn't want to see you. Jeno get your ass in here," Chenle shoves Sungchan to the side, and Jeno makes his way to the door. Not before Sungchan shoves Jeno back and attempts to get past the door. Almost as if it had been rehearsed, Jaemin and Mark make a human barricade, blocking Sungchan's entrance.

"She's my girlfriend, get out the way,"

"No, she's not you idiot, she broke up with you," Jaemin spits out, as he pushes Sungchan back

A sigh of relief escapes Jeno's mouth, and that's all he needed to hear, the anger he had felt earlier when he found out that Sungchan had cheated was making its way back to him. Long gone was the quiet Jeno who let people step all over him. This Jeno was going to fight for the girl he loves, and if in the end he would not be with her, at least he knew he tried.

"Get the fuck out of here, Sungchan," Jeno utters fiercely. Sungchan turns around, anger clearly running through his body.

"What? You're the tough boy now? What are you gonna do?" He taunts, standing close to Jeno and trying to intimidate him with his height. Jeno could care less even if he was taller, maybe even stronger.

"She doesn't want to see you so get the fuck out of here,"

"Say that again," Sungchan hisses.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of..." before his sentence could be completed, he felt a heavy blow to his cheek. Stumbling back in shock, Jeno had never been punched before. He could see the boys pushing past the door towards him whilst shouting, but before they could reach. Jeno had already planned his attack. His hand in a fist, he took the first swing connecting to Sungchan's jaw. Who stumbles back in surprise, not realising that Jeno is stronger than he looks.

Jeno had been working out a lot more, not that he ever showed anybody, but it was definitely paying off now.

The two boys continue to fight against each other, and Jeno's friends watch in disbelief but pride that Jeno actually has the upper hand in this battle.

But it all came to an end when y/n finally returns from the bathroom upon hearing the commotion in her front yard.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, JENO?" her shriek can be heard from a mile away. Jeno looks up from the ground where he had been on top of Sungchan, holding his fists and preventing him from making any more attacks.

"Sungchan? What are you doing here? Why are you guys fighting?"y/n looks back and forth between the two boys in disbelief unable to comprehend how this could have happened.

"Your psycho friend here has some anger issues he needs to deal with," Sungchan spits out.

"Shut up, we were all here to see it, you're the psycho," Chenle pipes in.

Y/n looks closer at Jeno's face and observes the colourful bruises over his cheekbones and the blood dripping from his lips. Her eyes soften, she hates seeing him hurt.

"Jeno? Are you okay?" She takes a step closer to Jeno.

"Wait, can we deal with Sungchan first. This is a really awkward position," Jeno pleads, his eyes looking back towards the other boys who finally click that they were needed.

They huddle around Sungchan and hold him down, allowing the opportunity for Jeno to get off of him and dust himself off. Mark informs Jeno that they will handle the ex-boyfriend and that he should head inside with y/n.

—

"Jeno, you didn't have to fight him. You've never fought anyone before, that's not like you," y'n sighs staring at the boy in awe. Yes she was reprimanding him, but deep down, butterflies were going ham in her stomach knowing that he had done it for her.

"You know he punched me first, technically it was self-defence,"

"True, but still you could have been seriously hurt,"

They were sitting in the kitchen dining area, chairs next to each other but facing together.

"I know, but you have to admit, that was pretty badass,"

After a short amount of light talking, Jeno had already been cleaned up; the boys were probably still dealing with Sungchan outside. Y/n finally asked Jeno what she had been dying to ask.

"Why are you here?"

"What do you mean? It's your birthday celebration."

"I know, but the boys said you were busy and couldn't make it, I assumed you were still mad at me."

"I wasn't mad at you, Y/n. Maybe I thought I was, but I could never truly be mad at you, I was just doing a lot of thinking, and to be quite frank, I hated seeing you with Sungchan,"

"Yeah, he was kind of a dick. I'm really sorry for keeping you guys in the dark. I guess I was just super naive, and he really was good at manipulating me,"

"It's okay, I understand, I'm glad you're not with him anymore,"

"What were you thinking about while we were apart?" Y/n prompted.

With a bit of hesitation, Jeno knew it was time.

"You,"

"Huh?"

"Yes, you,"

"What about me?"

"Okay, this is something I've been holding on to for a long time," Jeno reaches into the bag he had carried inside and pulls out a black leather book and placed it into y/n's hands.

"years even. I kind of thought I'd never show this to you, I also just bought the book and put it together this morning, but I've written everything inside it over the years. I will let it speak for itself."

Y/n looks up at Jeno, then back at the book in her hand, then back at the beautiful boy staring expectantly down at her.

"Go on," he encourages softly.

Y/n turns over the cover page, and her heart skips a thousand beats when the words of the first page hit her.

Reasons why I am in love with Y/n.

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Best Friend!Jeno x Femreader

Social Media AU

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Summary: All your life it has always been Jeno and y/n. Nothing could ever get in between the connection Jeno and you had built all your life, getting through all your schooling life together, even through the awkward puberty stages. To remember all of your memories together, you both put together a scrapbook, like a souvenir of the best (and worst) times of your friendship. Going into college you prayed and hoped that nothing would change. Although, Jeno’s hidden feelings begin to unravel once new friendships and the new college life begin to unfold. Who knows what could happen next.

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