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multifandomslxt · 2 years

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BLACK ROSES

Pairing: Mafia!Lee Jeno x Florist!Reader

Trope: Grumpy x sunshine

Genre: Dark Mafia Romance

Word Count: 1.5K

Synopsis:

Lee Jeno is a dangerous man. From going on k!lling sprees for fun to torturing and k!lling his own father. He does it all. In short Lee Jeno is the devil.

Y/N is a florist. She's as pure as they come. Nothing exciting ever happens in her life and she’s okay with that. In short Y/N is an angel.

He was bad and she was good. They were complete opposites.

…Or so they thought

Get your tissues for this one. It's gonna be one hell of a ride

*((((A/N- I'll continue this based on the feedback I get...enjoy my loves <;33)))))*

FLOWER OF THE DAY: Daffodils are some of the first flowers we see in springtime and are a great indicator that winter is over. Because of this, they are seen to represent rebirth and new beginnings.

"Y/N, can you look in the back room if they're any more peonies left? Mrs. Lee just ordered a dozen" The sweet old lady shouted out while using her pale wrinkly hand to cover the phone so the person would hear her shouting.

Y/N jumped at the sudden shouting coming from the front desk. She was sat in the break room with her nose stuck in a book, something she usually did when she had nothing else to do around the small shop. "Okay, Izzy." Y/Nreplied.

She placed the book on the table beside her not before folding the page at the corner to mark where she had left off (a habit she had picked up from her mother a few years back) got up and dusted off her jeans then headed to the storage room.

Y/N searched the room high and low before coming to the conclusion that there were no more peonies in the storage room.

"Izzy I'm afraid we have no more peonies." She told the sweet old lady in a solemn voice.

She always felt awful when her favorite customers couldn't receive their orders.

Izzy, the sweet old lady sighed " Mrs.Lee, I'm afraid we're out of stock on those, you can check tomorrow when we restock. I'm deeply sorry"

Mrs. Lee on the other side of the phone reassured Izzy "It's okay old friend, I'll be sure to come personally tomorrow to check. Goodbye Isabella"

"Goodbye " Izzy hung up the phone

Y/N had made her way back to the break room while Izzy and Mrs. Lee were talking.

Can't really blame her, she was excited to finish the book.

"You'll never leave that book alone will you?" Izzy spoke standing at the doorway of the room.

"Nope, never ever" Y/N replied popping the 'p'.

The old lady smiled at the young woman who continued to read the book she had read a thousand times before.

The old lady loved Flora dearly, she reminded her of her granddaughter who had passed away from leukemia.

"I baked some cookies before I left this morning would you like some?" Izzy asked already knowing the answer,

The girl was a foodie with a ginormous sweet tooth.

"Of course I do! Izzy this is food we're talking about" Y/N rushed out suddenly standing up.

Izzy chuckled at Flora's antics and handed her the container filled with double chocolate chip cookies that she previously hid behind her back.

"Thank you!" Y/Nyelled out in excitement.

Books and food the perfect mix.

Izzy left Y/N in the break room to resume her reading and eating. There was nothing else left to do for the day anyway.

Before they knew it, it was time to go home.

"Goodbye Y/N, get home safely okay? Don't talk to-" the old lady was cut off by Flora's playful tone

"-Strangers, I know Izzy, I'm 22 not 12. You do the same m'kay? I don't wanna have to punch somebody" Flora stated seriously

"Okay darling, see you tomorrow " Isabella replied before getting in her car

"Bye Izzy" Y/N shouted out to Isabella who was already out of the parking lot.

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Half an hour later Y/N was in the comfort of her own home stuffing her face with seasoned mac n cheese.

She let out a long sigh before plopping herself on her cheap, old, blue couch that she had bought at a garage sale for forty dollars.

The couch was practically falling apart.

She stared at the chipped cream walls of her apartment and allowed her thoughts to take over.

How am I gonna pay rent this month? The shop is barely getting any sales.

How am I gonna pay for groceries? I've been eating mac n cheese for three months straight now.

Maybe I should go back ho-

Her thoughts were cut off by her cell phone ringing

Who's that girl by EVE blaring out of the speaker

Her screen flashed the caller ID

'IZZY<3'

Y/N picked up the phone and answered

"Hello sweetheart, I'm not feeling too well tonight so I'm going to the doctor tomorrow could you possibly go to work a little earlier than usual to fill in for me?"

"Sure Izzy that's not a problem. Is the spare key still kept in the same place?"

"Yes it is, thanks again love, you're an angel, also Mrs. Leeis coming to pick up the peonies she wanted tomorrow tell her I apologize for not being able to make it okay?" Izzy replied in a weak voice.

"Alright old lady g'night and get some rest please" Y/N said.

Eventually, they both hung up and Y/N decided that it was time for bed.

She had to wake up at 7 tomorrow to prep and open the store.

POV SWITCH

Y/N💐

It was already 7:49 when I reached the store. I was a little late but that didn't matter. Izzy wasn't here to tell me off anyway.

Standing at the door of the shop my eyes started wandering among the heap of black plant pots to find the worn red Russian doll

"Eureka" I whispered when I finally spotted it.

I picked it up and started breaking down each layer until I found the spare key.

With a forceful push of the old wooden door

I was finally inside the store I had grown to love.

The store was weirdly quiet thanks to Izzy's absence but again, that didn't matter right now. She trusted me enough to manage the store on my own for a day so I won't disappoint her.

Dropping my shoulder bag on the front desk I walked over to the staff notice board and memories the schedule for today

8:00-8:30 delivery of new stock

8:30-9:15 restock the flowers CORRECTLY

BREAK

10:15-12:00 Make new bouquets for display

BREAK

Do whatever the heck you want after that until closing

I giggled at the last bit "of course she would write something like this"

It was understandable though the store wasn't that popular and we didn't have many sales.

With a sigh, I looked up at the clock that hung on the wall above the board

8:01 it read. Good, that means the delivery truck will be here any min-

The doorbell chimed signaling that someone had entered the store.

"Any minute" I finished

"Hey, Ricky, y'know your like 2 minutes late right? Izzy's gonna eat you alive for this " I laughed with my back still turned towards the door.

"I'm not Ricky" an unfamiliar voice said.

I quickly spun around to find a tall lean man dressed in a suit.

"Who are you?" I asked surprised

"A customer. I ordered previously I'm here to pick it up" He responded.

He had an accent.

I loved men with accents.

Fuck.

Clearing my throat I made my way to the small computer at the corner of the table

"Name?" I questioned

"Lee Gyun-hee " he replied shortly

I looked up from the screen "huh? What'd you say?"

"Lee Gyun-hee ." he repeated

Maybe I'm going blind or something because the person standing in front of me claiming to be Mrs. Lee did not look like Mrs. Lee.

Mrs. Lee was female

This person was not

Mrs. Lee was barely 5'6

This man was not

"Um....see...here's the thing I would give you the flowers but I can't" I stated

"And why is that?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Because you aren't Mrs. Lee" I vocalized

"이 멍청한 여자. Obviously not. I'm her son, Jeno" He said rudely.

Now my Korean (I'm assuming) might not be the best but it didn't take long for me to figure out that he was insulting me.

This rude bitch.

"You're the one who's lost all common sense. How was I to magically assume that you were her son? For all I know you could have been a stalker or something. I am many things Mr. Lee but a mat is not one of them so don't try to walk all over me. Kindly get that through your thick skull." I offered him a tight smile.

His body went rigid and we both stood in silence for a while.

That was until he took one long stride and was suddenly leaning on the tabletop baring his teeth at me like a fucking dog.

It was hot.

no, it wasn't.

Because of the close proximity, I could now admire his facial features. My eyes immediately went to his pink lips lips

Then his Sharp jaw could probably cut concrete

His big nose led me to believe...stuff.

And.....sweet baby reindeer.....his eyes

Double fuck.

His eyes were practically drilling through me.

Oh fuck me.

He suddenly smirked "You would like that wouldn't you"

My eyes widened realizing I said that out loud

Suddenly he used his index finger to trace from my jaw to my lips, then he used his thumb skimmed over my bottom lip

"How bad do you want me to fuck you?" he asked

I gasped "Let's not...have this type of discussion"

he smirked "Don't be ashamed I wouldn't have a problem giving you what you want"

I folded my lips not knowing how to react in the least - I only get sexual experiences and confrontations from books- virgin way possible.

"Cat got your tongue?" He laughed

I rolled my eyes and stepped back.

Yes

"No"

You're hot

"You're not as hot as you think you are asshole"

Triple fuck.

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orecana · 1 year

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Sing my crush

Lee jeno x male reader

hello everyone i'm back with another fic! just as my followers have requested (idrei and an anonymous) i have written an omegaverse jeno x male reader. thank you to everyone who has support and like my fics so far. i really appreciate it.

(even though i said that i had an exam, but i just had the idea already, so i decided to write it before i forget.)

' ' means thoughts

" " means talking.

(Credits to the original posters of the videos and gifs i have put in this fic.)

"SHIT!"

those were the words that y/n spoke when he woke up late this morning. He hurriedly took a shower and get dressed. He goes down to see his mom looking at him, amusement written on her face.

"i told you to keep it down yesterday cause today is an important day"

"i know mom but can you blame me?"

his mom chuckled in amusement as she hands him a bag of sandwiches.

"eat this while you're there."

"thank you mom! i love you"

he goes out of the house and runs to his school. his mother watch as her son slowly disappears from view. y/n mother smiles warmly thinking of her omega son.

as omegas, they were considered very inferior in the world. y/n's mom had a very hard time trying to look for jobs to help raise her child. when she learned that she had an omega son, she was undeniably stressed out because she doesn't want her son to face the cruel world.

however when y/n was a toddler, he seems to never get in trouble at all. in fact, most alphas always get in trouble for him whether it was to protect him from a bully or help him. for some reason y/n was always able to get the best things at school even though all of the school he enrolled into were biased towards alphas. he scored the highest in class and even got a scholarship.

while y/n's mother doesn't what her son did to achieve such goals, as a mother she feels very proud to have y/n as a son.

y/n is running to school energetically because today is a very important day for him. he had to be very early so he could get a front row seat.

why was today so important to him you may ask? well today is the day his school band will perform on stage for the school and y/n seriously love them. they were the best group of friends(from y/n's observation) and their songs were also very good.

his eyes shine brightly when he is in front of his school gates. he runs up the steps, feeling so giddy and excited that he didn't see the person in front of him and bumped into them.

the person steadied themselves as they hold y/n before he could fall. y/n squeaked when he felt muscular hands on his waist. he looks up with a slight flush to whoever he bumped into while muttering a small "sorry".

his eyes widened when he see who he had bumped into.

LEE FUCKING JENO

said person only smirks at him while his eyes roam around the omega he's holding. jeno doesn't really interact with omegas a lot because most of them just want him for lust. but for some reason, he feels like this omega....might be okay. meanwhile y/n was blushing a lot because of the handsome alpha.

'i could feel his abs!'

"Are you okay?"

y/n noticed that they were still in the same position and quickly got out of jeno's hold.

"I'm so sorry that i bumped into you senior!"

truth is... one of y/n's main reasons to see the school band was because jeno's was among the members. he slowly likes the other members and their music afterwards but seeing jeno was his first reason. y/n had a bit of a crush towards the senior when y/n saw him while he was studying for a test one day.

the senior was playing soccer with his fellow friends. y/n remembered that how he peeked to see jeno smiling as he runs across the field to his team because they scored. he smiled with a slight flush on his face.

'he's so handsome....'

y/n snapped out of his trance, scowling at himself before continuing with his studies but even then the senior never left his mind.

back to the present tho

jeno is smirking as he see how flustered y/n was, he really wanted to tease the omega but decided to hold back.

"it's fine. i don't really mind. what's your name?"

"my name is y/n"

y/n smiled. jeno wasn't mad at him!

'thank god'

he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

jeno watch in amusement as y/n face slowly morphs from one of relief to a face of terror when he checked his phone. although he can probably guess that the omega is a big fan of his group because of the many times he noticed him among the crowd, but he definitely didn't expect him to scream.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH"

jeno covered his ears at y/n's scream.

"oh noooo, its already so late. how can i get a front row now?"

y/n sulks as he now have to deal with watching them from a far.

jeno smiles at how much of a fan y/n is.

"if you want, i can get you a backstage lounge"

y/n head turns around so fast that jeno thought the omega broke his neck for a second before turning all of his body around.

a backstage lounge is a VIP thing. if you have the cash to afford it, not only can you watch the performance very well but you can also interact with the people performing.

"are you serious hyung? those are pretty expensive."

"of course, i mean.... we all are pretty rich."

oh right. y/n forgot that all of them came from wealthy families, they are loaded especially the second youngest chenle.

"t-thank you hyung. i really appreciate it."

y/n flushed because of how embarassed he is but smiles because of how happy he is as well.

jeno just wants to squish those cheeks and coo at how cute y/n was being but again decides to hold himself back.

"well shall we go?"

jeno outstretched his hand towards y/n which the omega takes. the alpha takes y/n to where he and his group were preparing themselves. y/n was shocked at the outfits they were wearing. (the outfits in the studio choom ISTJ.)

jeno tells the members that y/n will have one of the backstage lounge and takes his clothes before going into the changing room to change.

despite them being a school band, they were recognized and appeal to the outside audiences as well. which means albums and photocards.

y/n bites his nails, thinking.... (a habit i do)

'which album was this.....?'

little did y/n know while he was thinking, he looks absolutely adorable which made the other members coo at y/n. then y/n finally knows which one it was and stood wide eyed at the members, who also stared at y/n a bit confused as to why he's acting like that.

"you guys are performing ISTJ?"

the members smile, also knowing that the omega in front of them was one of their biggest fan. jaemin, an alpha answers

"yeah, we wanted to promote our latest album.

y/n keeps stumbling over his words, his face flushed to the extreme..

'b-but t-then.."

the changing room door opens revealing jeno in his outfit. he was raising his arm stretch before the performance, causing the shirt to raise up, revealing abs and his physique.

y/n feels something drop out of his nose and knows what it is. he doesn't want to get teased more, but he has no escape.

jeno wide eyed stares at y/n. while he does know that y/n's nose bleeding is caused by him, he also doesn't like the sight of blood on the omega. he quickly grabbed a napkin and hands it over to y/n, who takes it and wipes his nose.

after he wipes his nose, he holds the bloody napkin in his hands before looking up at the group. the 7 members don't know why, but there was something sinister in those eyes.

"good luck you guys, i'll watch you guys from here. fighting!"

they decided to ignore it and smile at y/n.

"fighting!"

they all go on stage as the crowd of students roar at their arrival and the cameramen gets in position. y/n enters one of the backstage lounges and sits in front of the big television in front of him. he opens his phone to see his wallpaper and only smiles.

let the show begin.

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after the performance, they go backstage to find y/n there. once he sees them here, he clap his hands to congratulate them.

"you guys did very well, a very nice performance."

they smile at y/n, feeling reassured. Jeno approach the omega.

"hey, do you wanna have my and the other members' contacts?"

y/n sits wide eyed at the question, not only can he interact his idols schoolmates but they want to stay in contact with him?

"of course, you guys are my favorite."

they all exchanged contacts with y/n and decides to call it a day. they all said their goodbyes as everyone went their separate ways home.

jeno offered y/n a ride which the latter tried to refuse at first, until mark commented that

"nobody can get a ride in jeno's car at all. unless he's interested in you"

it was a joke of course, but it causes y/n to flush very bad as he enters the car.

they made casual talks while y/n was in the car. Jeno was a genuinely funny guy and when he smiles, it's bright and his eyes turns into crescent shaped moon.

eventually they reached y/n's house. y/n thanks jeno for the ride and unbuckled his seatbelt and attempted to leave when a hand slams the side of the car, trapping him.

jeno leans in closer to the omega, subconsciously spreading his alpha scent of mint. y/n feeling this also subconsciously spread his sweet omega scent as well that jeno inhaled deeply.

jeno leans in even deeper, close to y/n's ears as he whispers sultry.

"do you smell your scent, my sweet delectable omega? it makes me want to devour you."

y/n blushes extremely hard as his hands begins to unlock the car door he's leaning against. jeno leans into him, his nose touching the other and those red lips were inching closer and closer until.....

the door opens and y/n does a backflip out of the car. jeno smirks at the little escape that the omega did.

'this makes him even hotter'

y/n was extremely flustered at the alpha constantly having his eyes all over him. huffing. y/n goes inside his house gate and look behind him to see jeno still looking at him with that handsome smirk.

in retaliation, he lifts his shirt and do the body roll part of istj, showing his hourglass figure while smiling wickedly before entering his house entirely. Jeno was stunned, but chuckled at the actions that y/n did.

he closes his car door and drives home, ignoring the millions of messages from his friends trying to tease about being alone with y/n. he only smiles when he thinks of y/n.

"you only make me want you more, my sweet omega."

tomorrow at school, He was told that his classes were cancelled for some odd reason. but with the information that his classes were cancelled made him smile. he goes into the school, searching for a specific room. he smiles when he sees the room he was looking for, the music room.

he opens it and quickly searches for the microphone. once he finds it, he takes out his papers which were lyrics papers. he turns on the systems next to him to ready it for recording his song.

yes, he keeps a secret from people at school but whenever the drama club needs a song to be sang in their drama, y/n was the man for the job.

today, it was a special one because it's not only an ost but it was a confession to the alpha of his dreams. he blushes and feels giddy at the thought. slowly he gathers his courage and turns on the music next to him, preparing to sing.

little did he know, nct dream was also going to the music room to record some of their songs when they heard music coming from there. they checked the room only to find their little fanboy y/n, with headphones and a microphone. they smile, excited for what's about to come.

'He's going to sing!'

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ijeseoya jom al geotgatji ijeongwaneun jom dareum ganggi uri sale geueojin seongwa gwaenhi aswiwojigan haessdeon mam nae ireumeuro sseuin manheun gomindeudo geu iyureul ai geot gateun geol ireohge gidarineun iri baraboneun iri eoneu ttaeboda tteollyeo aneun geol ne ireumeuro gadeuk chaeun nae haruga ije seonmyeonghage dareun ireumeuro dagaoneun sungan seotulleodo neoege dagagalge sonjaba jullae tteollimi meojge seodulleoseo neoegero ttwieogalge neowa naneun ije Are you ready? come and tell me now Ohh~ Are you ready? come and tell me now

Jeno heart's felt like it was about to burst from hearing y/n sing, it was sickly sweet, something he shouldn't enjoy this much. he always has a wide smile. the others look at jeno with knowing looks, happy that the alpha was able to hear that the love he was pining after for so long is finally reciprocated.

eojjeomyeon neon imi eojjeomyeon deo gipi aju deodin naui maeun wiro majocha moreuge gadeuk jarana neoui gobaek ape seolledeon naoui ireum ape gwaenhi dwicheok georideon na honja doenoedeon sumanheun maldeuldo modu jeonhago sipeun geol neol geurineun mami neol baraneun mami eoneu ttaeboda neukkyeojineun geol neoreul ttara nae gamjeongdeuri nae uijin ijeun chae eojewaneun dareun ireumeuro sijak doeneun sungan seotulleodeo neoege dagagalge sonjaba jullae tteollimi meojge seodulleoseo neoegero ttwieogalge neowa naneun ije Are you ready? come and tell me now

Jeno opens the door as y/n was singing his heart out, making y/n look at the door. he sees jeno and almost stop singing. but he already gathered his courage to do this, it's too late to back out. jeno looks at y/n who is singing his heart out with such a sweet voice. he felt like the happiest person in the world.

neowa daheun siseondo neoui jageun byeonhwado geu anesseo bamsae uimireul chajdeon iyudo ijekkeot neoreul hyanghaesseo oraedo hemaeeo wassdeon i gamjeongui dabeul ijeya chajasseo jigeum idaero neoege galge tteollim geudaero jeonhal su issge seodulleoseo neoegero ttwieogalge neowa naneun ije Are you ready? come and tell me now Ohh~ Are you ready? neowa na ijen Ohh~ hangeoreum deo neoege Are you ready? come and tell me now.

when y/n finishes his song, he takes off his headphones and walks towards jeno. The aloha could only look at the omega in adoration as he leans in closer. he looks in the other's eyes, signaling if he have his consent or not. y/n nods as he holds the alpha's shoulders.

jeno leans in to connect his lips with y/n. The kiss was like a drug they could savor for eternity, but it also made them feel connected.....forever.

they pull away and look at each other with love. then they hear a camera shutter. they look behind them to see chenle snapping a photo of them. Y/n embarassed, tries to run and take the camera from chenle but jeno lifted him up and pecks him on the lips.

the group laughs as chenle snaps a photo of the peck and shows it to y/n. at this point, y/n could only sighs and hug jeno while resting his head on jeno's shoulders. jeno looks at y/n lovingly and pecks him again causing the other members to laugh and urges them for more. Y/n smiles. he was able to get the man of his dreams, and will also have the comforts of friends as well.

"i was happy that he was able to....."

SING MY CRUSH

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sixzeroes · 2 years

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walk with you.

summary | lee jeno has had you as his best friend for as long as he can remember. every step of the way, you were there, stuck to his side like glue. jeno always believed you’d be his best friend forever, so why is he starting to view you in a different, non-platonic light?

characters | lee jeno x reader(f).

genres | fluff, romance, slice of life, best-friends-to-lovers, childhood friends au, high school au, non-idol au.

warnings | profanity, johnny is jeno’s cousin, johnny is all-knowing and wise, mentions of alcohol consumption, jeno decides to avoid reader :((, unrequited feelings (but they’re actually requited and jeno’s just dumb), kissing at the end!!

word count | 5.6k

37.5MHz | walk with you by nct dream ⋆ beautiful by baekhyun ⋆ tiki-taka by crush ft. dpr live.

gonna be brutally honest idek what tf i was writing half the time so i rly hope the flow of this made sense!! 🥹🥹 but like f2l is lowkey difficult to write i’m never gonna do that again,, ep.02 of my candy! miniseries, but it can be read on its own!

“HEY SIRI, HOW DO I KNOW IF I LIKE SOMEONE?”

“Here’s what I found.”

5 Ways to Tell If You Like Someone

Here Are Seven Methods to Figure Out Your Feelings!

Take This Buzzfeed Quiz to See If You Like Them

Lee Jeno, a simple high school boy, clicks on the first link. The website opens immediately and the title stares at him in a fancy font. He scrolls, skipping the summary to get to the important part.

1. Does your heartbeat accelerate around them?

Jeno thinks back to a few hours ago, when he was walking you home after school. His heartbeat was a little off, speeding up whenever you flashed him a smile.

2. Do you think about them often?

Jeno ponders. He’s always thinking about you—you’re his best friend, after all. But does he think about you often in the romantic context? Hm, he’s not too sure.

3. Do you miss them when you’re not together?

Jeno nibbles on his lower lip. There have been many instances where he wished he didn’t move away and just had to walk up two flights of stairs to where you lived.

4. Do they make you feel good?

Jeno tilts his head. What does that mean? You definitely make him happy and bring joy to his everyday life, but does that qualify as ‘feel good’?

“Jeno! Come have dinner!”

The boy sighs, tossing his phone onto his bed. He scratches his head as he exits his bedroom, reevaluating his feelings based on the questions he just read. Jeno is eighty-seven percent sure the questions perfectly describe his situation when he’s around you. The remaining thirteen percent? He’s just misreading his own platonic feelings.

No, Jeno doubts he’s misreading anything. He’s just…unsure, considering this is the first time he’s ever liked a friend, much less his best friend of all people. He’s unsure if these feelings are even permissible. Can he like his best friend? Is that okay? Jeno’s seen plenty of friends-to-lovers in K-Dramas, and there’s always this hesitance in ‘ruining’ their friendship. What if the things Jeno feels will ultimately cause a rift between you and him? What will he do then? Die? He probably would, because Jeno finds it impossible to picture a future without you. (Some may say this is pure friendship. Donghyuck, the number one Jeno and Y/N shipper, says otherwise.)

This is a tough equation—it’s one of those questions where he’s solved a majority of the maths but needs some guidance on narrowing down the final answer to either three decimal places or two. Jeno is the struggling student, and his teacher?

“Bro, what’s taking you so long?”

Of course, who else other than Johnny Suh, his cousin and self-proclaimed ladies’ man from America?

Jeno shuffles out of his room, meeting Johnny in the hallway. “Can I ask you a question?”

The older man cocks a brow, lips shifting into an amused smile. “Shoot away.”

“Later, after dinner. Let’s go out for ice cream.”

“In this cold weather?”

“Or soju, if you’re okay with drinking alone.”

Johnny Suh’s character is full of surprises, to say the least. To begin, the Korean-American had bought two bottles of champagne back at the airport in Chicago as ‘housewarming gifts’ (“Wait, Jeno isn’t legal? That’s okay, I first drank when I was sixteen.”). Next, he went missing for a week straight (busy spending his nights at Gangnam and Itaewon), only remembering to send an i’m okay! be home this weekend :) text after Jeno’s mother threatened to report him missing. Then, he returned to Jeno’s place with a bunch of snacks from the nearby GS25, offering it as an apology for sending the household into chaos for the past week. Lastly, Johnny introduced a new outlook in Jeno’s life.

Or, well, he’s about to, considering his position in Jeno’s makeshift maths class scenario.

Johnny takes a swig of soju, releasing a satisfied hum after gulping the contents down. In contrast, Jeno nibbles on his ice cream bar, a little nervous to pop the question. He debates on how to word it but eventually gives up, deciding it’s better to be straightforward than to beat around the bush. “Is it…okay to like a friend?”

There’s a moment of silence. Jeno realises how ridiculous his question is. Johnny swirls his soju bottle. “Do you like someone, Jeno?”

“I—What—You can’t answer my question with a question!”

“Oh, I see,” says Johnny, a playful glint in his eyes. “This is about that friend of yours, right? That girl you’re always walking home even though she lives like thirty minutes away? What was her name again? Yonam? Yerna? Ah—Y/N?”

Jeno’s eyes widen and his cheeks grow red. “No! She’s just a friend. We’re just…friends.”

“Sure, sure,” goes Johnny, dismissing Jeno’s weak claims with a fling of his wrist. “Let me tell you something, Jeno. Girls and guys? We can never be ‘just friends.’ It doesn’t work like that, you know.”

“But…” the younger falters. “Don’t you have a lot of friends that are girls, Johnny? I’ve seen your Instagram stories.”

Johnny sips his drink. “That’s different. We’re different. You, my good boy, are a high school kiddo with raging hormones. I am willing to bet my entire life that you like Yona.”

“Y/N,” Jeno corrects him. “How can I be sure that I like her?”

“You can’t, unless you face her with those feelings.” the Korean-American turns to him with a stern face. He presses a finger against Jeno’s chest. “You can hide your feelings from your crush but don’t hide them from yourself. Bask in the fact that you like her while sitting in her presence. Observe yourself. Think about the situation. Are you sure you like her, yes or no?” Johnny finishes the rest of his soju. “Your answer doesn’t lie with me, Jeno. It’s within you.”

Jeno’s heart skips at Johnny’s words, overwhelmed with inspiration. “You’re…pretty poetic, Johnny.”

The latter smugly smiles. “My roommate’s a literature major. He’s kinda rubbing off on me.”

The rest of the evening passes by in a blur, with Johnny drinking four more bottles of alcohol inside the brightly lit convenience store. Jeno drags his feet back to the family apartment with Johnny in tow, the older man’s weight significantly slowing him down. When he arrives, his mother forcefully wakes the Korean-American up and scolds him for drinking so much on a weekday. In response, Johnny hugs her with an intoxicated laugh and falls asleep on the couch. During the entire ordeal, all Jeno can think of are Johnny’s wise words.

It’s within you.

Johnny’s right. In Jeno’s makeshift maths class scenario, the student is Jeno, but so is the teacher. He is the key to the equation he’s struggling to solve.

Tomorrow. When Jeno sees you tomorrow, he’s going to face his feelings and categorise it accordingly.

Wednesday mornings have never been this frightening.

In fact, Jeno has never feared anything as much as facing his feelings while you’re sitting right beside him during the regular route to school. Not much has changed since Tuesday morning: he got on the same subway at the same station with (relatively) the same people for another similar day. Except, he’s ninety-nine percent sure he likes you.

Okay, so maybe a bit has changed since Tuesday morning: he got on the same subway at the same station with (relatively) the same people for another similar day but with newfound emotions.

Johnny told him to ‘bask in his feelings’ and ‘observe himself.’

Jeno is doing everything but that.

He’s a nervous wreck, to sum it up. Every time the subway slows to a stop and your shoulder brushes against his, he feels as if his heart is going to swallow him whole. Whenever you bring up a meme, he absentmindedly laughs as three-fourths of his focus is poured into acting normal. There is little to no eye contact; obviously, Jeno finds the advertisements far more interesting than your pretty face.

Or maybe, he is basking in his feelings and observing himself. The realisation hits him as an elderly woman sits in the empty seat across from him. Jeno is anxious around you. He’s conscious of the way he acts, smells, talks, walks—whatever. You’ve known him his entire life and have seen him at his worst (i.e., his emo middle school era), and yet, Jeno finds the mere idea of you seeing his bedhead horrifying. Such self-awareness is a blessing and a curse.

“Jeno?” you chirp, poking the boy’s side. He reacts with a hum. “You’re awfully quiet today.”

He gulps, trying his best to maintain a cool facade. “I’m just tired,” he answers with a tight voice. “Stayed up late tending to my drunk cousin.” It’s not a complete lie—Johnny was intoxicated last night.

You brush a stray strand of hair out of his face. “Johnny? He’s your American cousin, right?”

Jeno tries to stay calm at your gesture but his ears are heating up. “Mhm. He’s…wild.”

The conversation dies down immediately. Jeno is jittery, his leg bouncing up and down, eyes darting from one passenger to another. He’s too preoccupied to notice your concerned gaze; too busy presenting himself as normal as possible without realising how abnormal he truly appears.

For the remaining minutes, you don’t say anything, choosing to scroll through your social media feed instead. During the short walk to school, again, no words leave your mouth. Jeno glimpses your quiet figure. Silence is strange on you, but he doesn’t try to tug a sound out of you.

This is the first time the two of you have ever been enveloped in such a sheer layer of awkwardness. Never has there been an instance where it was suffocating to be in the other’s presence—never, until Jeno’s heart decided to think on its own and develop feelings for you.

There.

He’s said it.

Lee Jeno likes you, one hundred percent confirmed during the subway ride to school.

One foot has been in the puddle for the past few weeks, testing the depth below the surface. He tested, and tested, and tested, until he slipped inside, drenching himself in the water.

Jeno wasn’t sure of his feelings. At one point, he figured this more-than-platonic affection for you was just a hoax (don’t ask him why, he doesn’t know either). All he did was sit next to you, just like any other day, with slightly different feelings. And all of a sudden, he fell, and oh, did he fall hard.

He’s drowning even though the puddle wasn’t that deep.

Or maybe, it’s always been that deep. Jeno just failed to realise it before.

“Jeno. You’re scaring Jisu with that glare of yours.”

Huang Renjun is standing diagonal to Jeno’s desk with a small carton of banana milk in his hand. The said boy glances over at his classmate, Choi Jisu, who’s clearly intimidated from his hardened stare. He loosens his expression instantly, averting his gaze back to his friend. “What time is it?”

“Eleven,” says Lee Donghyuck, popping out from behind Renjun. “What’s up with you today? You’ve been staring off into space for the entire morning.”

Na Jaemin, sitting beside him, nods in agreement. “Yeah. Are you sick or something?”

Renjun snorts. “He’s probably lovesick as always.”

Normally, when any of the three boys joke about you and Jeno’s friendship like that, Jeno would always grow defensive and borderline shout, “She’s just a friend!” But today, he sits with his lips pursed, unable to refute the claim. Renjun, Donghyuck, and Jaemin simultaneously drop their jaws.

“No way,” whispers Donghyuck, his eyes wide. “No fucking way.”

“Jeno, you…” Renjun trails off in shock.

Jaemin slaps his shoulder. “You actually like Y/N?”

If a tomato were a person, it would be Jeno. His ears burn and he avoids looking any of them in the eyes, choosing to bury his red face into his arms. He can hear the boys cheering, creating chaos over his recently established feelings. Someone—probably Donghyuck—pats his head, proud of his accomplishment.

“When did you realise?” Donghyuck asks, prodding Jeno’s ear. “You were always so disgusted whenever we called you two lovebirds. Why the sudden change of heart?”

Jeno shrugs, still facing the surface of his desk. “It just happened.”

Renjun finishes his banana milk. “You asked Siri, didn’t you?”

The lovestruck boy whips his head up, bewildered at the correct statement. “How did you know?”

“Lucky guess.”

A groan tumbles from Jeno’s lips as he shrinks into his seat. “I’m so screwed. How am I supposed to face Y/N now? I can’t let her know about my feelings. It’ll ruin our friendship.”

“Why do you think that?” Donghyuck says with a sly tone. He observes Jeno’s actions with a playful glint in his eyes. “You never know, she might like you back.”

Renjun chuckles at the not-so-subtle hint while Jaemin simply nods again.

Jeno frowns, sceptically eyeing each of them. “She doesn’t. She recently broke up with Soobin from Class 3-4, so there’s no way she’d develop feelings for me in the span of a month.”

“To be fair,” goes Renjun, “Y/N and Soobin only dated for two weeks. That’s nothing compared to the years you’ve spent together.”

“I agree,” hums Donghyuck, now fiddling with his pencil. “Who cares if her ex-boyfriend is a good-looking guy? You’re okay-looking, so I think you have a shot.”

Jeno rolls his eyes at Donghyuck’s impish grin. “Thanks, Hyuck. You light up my world.”

Jaemin taps the pads of his fingers against his chair. “Why don’t you distance yourself for a bit? Organise your thoughts on whether you’d like to attempt at something or just fold your feelings away.”

The bell rings, indicating the next period’s start. Renjun and Donghyuck retreat back to their seats and Jaemin pulls out an English novel. Ms. Son walks in with a cheerful smile, happily greeting the class to which the students respond. She begins by announcing an upcoming English story competition for anyone who may be interested, listing the important details with a sunny voice. Finally, she moves onto the contents of today’s class, asking everyone to bring out their copies of The Outsiders. Jeno nearly misses her instructions, only grabbing the book from his backpack when Renjun lightly kicks his chair. He tries to pay attention this time, considering how challenging English is, but to no avail, fails. Once again, Jeno’s mind becomes clouded with thoughts about you—only this time, the concern surrounds Jaemin’s suggestion.

Organise your thoughts.

Jeno isn’t sure about where to start.

He sighs, flipping through the pages until he lands on the chapter Ms. Son mentioned. As if his current predicament isn’t headache-inducing enough, the English alphabet is seeking to destroy his peace.

Whatever, he thinks to himself, opting to just stare out the window instead. I’ll figure this out later.

jeno: sorry, y/n. johnny wants to hangout after school today jeno: i don’t think i can walk you home

you: that’s okay!! i’ll see you tomorrow morning, jeno :)

Jeno feels a little guilty lying to you, but he needs to stay away from you right now. Whenever he’s near you, he buffers, unable to act like his usual self. Tonight, he’s going to lay in his bed and decide after thinking everything over. Tomorrow, he’s going to act upon his decision.

Jaemin sits across from him, going through a checklist of some sort. Apparently, the student body president managed to receive a green light for a ‘seniors only’ winter event, and Jaemin has been tasked with managing the necessary materials. Jeno knows his friend is displeased, but alas, he is only vice president, and whatever the president says, goes.

“You’re still here?” Jaemin suddenly inquires, looking up from the pages. “Didn’t Y/N’s club end ten minutes ago?”

Jeno exits Genshin Impact on his phone. “I told her I couldn’t walk her home today because of Johnny.”

“You lied.”

“So I can figure out my desires,” Jeno adds in defence. “I’m gonna take your advice and distance myself for a bit.”

The vice president sets his pen down and leans into his chair. “You should at least tell her you want space instead of avoiding her with no words. She’ll get hurt, you know.”

Jeno licks his lips. “I know, but I’m scared she might catch on if I tell her that. It’s no different from outright saying ‘Hey, I like you.’”

“I guess so.”

The duo are enveloped by silence as Jaemin returns to his duties and Jeno opens Genshin Impact again. He’s setting up to continue his previous play when a message from Johnny pops up.

johnny: yo jeno, wanna go out for dinner? i’ll pay

Jeno sits up straight. “Seems like I wasn’t lying after all. Johnny’s asking if I’m free. I’ll see you tomorrow, Jaem.”

“Mhm.”

jeno: gatten sushi??

johnny: DEAL

It’s been approximately one week since that fateful Wednesday morning, and Lee Jeno has been actively avoiding you. No, he did not heed Jaemin’s advice; he’s too scared to confront you like that. Every morning, he’d hit you with the same excuse over text:

jeno: sorry y/n, johnny wants to hangout until he leaves

And you would answer him with:

you: go have fun with your cousin <3

Jeno’s lies are terrible, he knows that. Somehow, the white lie has become so warped that Johnny now (probably) appears to be an obsessive cousin who’s unwilling to stay away except for during school hours. Johnny wants to walk with Jeno to school and hangout with him afterwards. That’s the story the lovesick boy is sprinting with, and although he feels bad for painting such a strange image of his cousin, it’s not like Johnny’s ever going to cross paths with you.

At least, not in the near future.

Jeno leaves for school an hour earlier than usual. He knows you have no club activities before school and you aren’t a morning person. The earliest you will ever wake up is seven a.m., so the chances of accidentally running into you is approximately four percent.

Jeno’s been successful so far. You haven’t come looking for him either, so he assumes you’ve either realised he needs space or are too busy with extracurricular activities to care.

(He really hopes it isn’t the second one.)

Donghyuck stuffs a spoonful of bulgogi and rice into his mouth, a blissful expression on his face. He continues to inhale more of his lunch until he suddenly perks up. “Look, lover boy. It’s Y/N.”

Instinctively, Jeno turns at the mention of you. He catches your figure standing in line for food with Roh Jeongui and Kim Chaewon. Your eyes meet his, and he offers a sheepish wave to which you smile back. Jeno’s nape grows hot.

You’re too pretty when you smile.

He shyly diverts his gaze to his food, scooping up a portion of his lunch to distract himself. Renjun nudges him with a teasing “Ooh,” which Donghyuck snickers at. Jaemin shakes his head but an amused grin graces his lips. Jeno tickles Renjun’s side. “Shut up, Huang.”

“You know, the winter event for seniors will be happening in nine days,” mentions Jaemin, stirring his soup. “Why don’t you take Y/N as your date?”

Donghyuck claps at the idea. “Jaemin, you wonderful, wonderful man. That is one wonderful idea!”

Renjun chimes, “How romantic. Feels like a fairytale.”

Jeno hopes his cheeks aren’t as rosy as he thinks they are. “No way. I’d rather just go with you guys.”

“Who said we’d want to go with you, though?”

He shoots Donghyuck a glare. “Do you even have a date, Hyuck?”

The younger one proudly grins, his chest puffing up. “I do, actually. I have Renjun.”

The said boy sticks his tongue out. “Too bad, I’m going with your sister, my girlfriend.”

“Sorry, Renjun, but it’s seniors only.” Jaemin interrupts. “The student president wants it to be a special memory for the seniors. Also, we have a tight budget that barely covers the school’s third year population. So, a second year student can't attend.”

Renjun pouts, visibly dismayed. In contrast, Donghyuck’s face is shining with glee. “Guess you’re my date, then, Junnie!”

Jeno consumes the rest of his lunch, thoroughly thinking about Jaemin’s proposition (again). He wonders if he can just ask you to go with him to the event as a friend. Would that be weird? He certainly thinks nothing could be as weird as his feelings for his best friend.

The boy sighs, swamped by the confusing reality he’s living in. Whatever he’s doing cannot go on any longer. He needs to stop avoiding you and confront the yearnings of his heart. But there’s no way Jeno could just suddenly go back to acting ‘normal’ around you—even if he decides to bury his feelings to save the friendship, he’s still going to have lingering feelings and, with no doubt, you would ask him to tell you the truth behind his sudden aloofness.

Jeno is going to confess to you.

The bulgogi thinks he should.

It’s dangerous but he’s willing to take the risk, even if it means that the friendship may never be repaired and he may never be close to you again. But that’s okay, because he’d much rather stay truthful with you during the entire friendship instead of continuing a lie that will eventually bite him in the ass.

Jeno decides to set a deadline for himself: on the night of the winter event, he will confess to you.

He steels his grip around the utensils.

Nine days. Lee Jeno is going to confess to you on the ninth day of those nine days. The eight days prior to the ninth, he’s going to prepare himself for every possible outcome that could occur on Friday evening. He steals an egg roll from Renjun’s tray, to which the older one sputters in shock. Nine days. In nine days, Jeno’s friendship with you is going to accelerate into something more or crumble into pieces.

Nine days.

He’s got this.

Jeno does not have this.

Since when did eight days become equivalent to eight seconds? (The math is not mathing.) Jeno stares at the mirror, his reflection blankly blinking back. He’s dressed in a black suit and adorns a green tie for that pop of colour. It’s not exactly his style, but Renjun proposed the four of them match for their first and last high school event. Jeno decided to go green, while Renjun chose yellow, Donghyuck went with blue, and Jaemin used a colour generator to pick a shade (resulting in purple). He’ll probably find it tacky when he looks back in the future, but right now, he’s rather satisfied with the scheme.

Jeno’s mother blow dries his hair, brushing through the strands with her nimble fingers. She sets the drier down and runs a comb down his bangs, smiling at her beautiful son. “When did my cute son become this handsome?”

Jeno groans at the comment, bashful and embarrassed. “Mom,” he whines, “don’t say that.”

“What?” she laughs, finding his reaction entertaining. “It’s true. You were the cutest baby, I can’t believe you’re graduating soon.”

Me neither, Jeno mentally agrees.

“There you go!” she exclaims, clasping her hands. She steps back and lets Jeno examine his appearance.

“Beware of SM,” Johnny jokes from the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. He whistles, “You look great.”

Jeno grins. “Thanks, Johnny.” He thanks his mother for styling his hair and walks out of the bathroom, heading to the doorway. His father sticks a thumbs-up in approval from the dinner table. Jeno drags his coat on, plants his feet into his newly-bought dress shoes, and waves to his parents from the entrance. They tell him to have fun to which he replies, “I’ll try!”

(Because, you know, he’s going to confess tonight and that thought alone has him breaking into a cold sweat every five minutes.)

Johnny’s his chauffeur for tonight. His cousin offered to give Jeno and his friends a ride to the school and back, and although he states it’s out of pure love, the younger surmises that Johnny wants to go for a late night drive around Seoul. The two get into his father’s car; Johnny behind the wheel, Jeno in the passenger’s seat.

By car, the ride to the apartment complex where the rest live isn't that far. They arrive there in no time and soon, the car is filled with three teenage boys—Jaemin is a member of the student council therefore having to arrive before six—and one young adult singing along to Big Bang’s Bang Bang Bang the entire ride to school.

“I’ll come by around ten p.m.,” says Johnny, leaning out the window. The boys nod, give their thanks, and run into the building.

“Jaemin!” Renjun shouts, garnering the attention of their friend.

“You guys are early,” the vice president notes, bumping fists with Donghyuck. “Did Johnny drop you guys off?”

Jeno nods. “He’ll be back around ten to pick us up, but let your mother know you’ll be back by eleven. Johnny said he’ll take us out for McDonald’s after.”

“Nice.”

The four of them head down the hallway toward the gymnasium, where the winter event is set to take place. The large room is decorated in golds, whites, and blues, with streamers and balloons hanging from the walls. A long table of snacks and drinks line the wall adjacent to the entrance and a DJ booth is situated in the centre of the stage. Many students have already arrived, even more filtering in as the clock ticks closer to seven. And when the little hand strikes seven, Jeno sees you walk in.

“Holy shit,” he whispers, awestruck.

You look stunning.

You’re walking with Chaewon and Kim Sunwoo, chatting excitedly over God knows what. He’s too focused on your presence to realise Donghyuck’s snapped a few photos of his dropped jaw and wide eyes.

Have you always been this pretty?

“Jeno, you’re staring.” Renjun teases, poking his cheek. Jeno comes back to his senses, ears furiously blushing. He rips his gaze away and clears his throat. He made a mistake. The boys are never going to let him live this down.

“Let’s check out the food!” chirps Donghyuck as the DJ starts blasting music. Renjun happily follows and Jaemin heaves Jeno along.

Jeno is going to confess to you.

Even if the school is burning to the ground or a sinkhole opens below, Lee Jeno will confess his feelings to you by the end of the event.

But first, he’s going to make the most of tonight with his best friends.

Nine p.m., and Jeno has not crossed paths with you once. There’s a lot more students in his year than he’d thought.

“Jaemin!” he hollers into the other’s ear. “I’m gonna go out for a breather!”

Jaemin is too busy dancing the macarena with Donghyuck.

Jeno squeezes himself past the throng of seniors, repeatedly muttering “excuse me” and “sorry” as he seeks to escape the loud crowd. When he manages to stumble through the exit, he runs into you standing in the hallway with a cookie in your mouth.

“Eh-noh!” you beam, chewing on the dessert.

Butterflies erupt in his stomach. “Y/N,” he utters. “What are you doing out here?”

You finish your cookie. “Got too stuffy in there,” you say while dusting the crumbs off your fingers. “I’m guessing it’s the same for you?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, shuffling closer to you. Under the dim hallway lights, your eyes shine brighter than the stars. “Uh, wanna go for a walk with me?”

You smile. “I’d love to.”

You’re patient, Jeno thinks as the two of you walk to the staircase. He’s been avoiding you for nearly two weeks and yet, you haven’t asked any questions. You don’t pressure him into spilling the beans or confront him about the blatant lies. You understand him, you’re considerate of him, you’ll never make him uncomfortable. Jeno likes that about you. He likes how you and he have opposing qualities that fit like puzzle pieces. He likes how you and he can never run out of topics to converse about. He likes how you and he have a bond that is difficult to severe.

Most of all, Jeno likes the way you smile at him.

Oh, he’s so head over heels in love.

You enter your homeroom, Jeno following suit. Your body moves to the window seat at the very back, glancing outside at the snowing scenery.

“It’s so pretty,” you say, referring to the white night. “I think winter is my favourite season now.”

Jeno hums, leaning against the desk. “I still like springtime more. The cold is too difficult.”

You roll your eyes at his response but he catches your small grin. “Of course, flower boy. I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

Your gaze stays fixated on the falling snow. Jeno finds it hard to look away from you. He drinks in your appearance—from the way your hair flows, to the line of your nose, to the curve of your shoulders. You’re so perfect, carefully crafted by Aphrodite herself. Everything about you is beautiful, more beautiful than anything in the world. If he could, Jeno would build a museum just to display your beauty.

You finally glimpse at him, tilting your head at his stare. He finds himself getting lost in your eyes. “Jeno? You okay?”

It’s time.

Jeno is going to confess to you.

“Y/N, I like you.”

Jeno just confessed to you.

Your eyes widen and lips part in shock. You furrow your eyebrows at first and then loosen them when you realise he’s telling the truth. Even though the only illumination being provided is the moonlight, Jeno doesn’t miss the way roses bloom on your cheeks. You gulp. “You like me?”

He smiles. “Yeah.”

“I—” You lick your lips, playing with the fabric of your dress. “This feels like a dream.”

His heart jumps. “Y/N?”

You refuse to look him in the eyes, opting to stare out the window again—but this time, with a timid expression. “I…I like you too, Lee Jeno.”

Jeno feels like his heart is about to implode. You like him back. You like him back.

“Are you serious?” he breathes, stepping closer to you. You fervently nod, still maintaining eye contact with the snowfall. Jeno laughs in relief. You let out a yelp as he envelops you in a soft hug. “I like you so, so much, Y/N.”

You return his embrace, hands flat against his broad back. “Did you avoid me because you liked me?”

His breath hitches at your correct assumption. “Y—Yeah. Jaemin suggested I distance myself to figure out my feelings before I come clean.”

“I was really upset, you know.” You raise your head and pout.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, stroking your head. “How can I make up for it?”

Your gaze trails from his eyes to his nose to his lips then back to his eyes. You surprise him with your boldness. “If you give me a kiss, I’ll forgive you.”

Jeno doesn’t need to be asked twice. He gently bumps his lips against yours, cupping your face with both of his hands. Your arms wrap them around his waist, drawing him in closer. You taste sweeter than candy.

Jeno wants to be drunk on this euphoric feeling forever.

He’s about to deepen the kiss when you break away, face redder than the setting sun. “Too fast. That was my first kiss.”

“Same.”

You raise a brow in suspicion. “You were a little too good for this to be your first kiss, Jen.”

Jeno laughs at your statement, poking your forehead with his pointer finger. “I researched a bit.” (Undisclosed: “I watched the K-Dramas my mom put on TV.”)

A serene atmosphere settles in the classroom as Jeno and you simply drown in each other’s presence, drinking in the beauty of tonight’s happening. Your hands play with his loose tie and his fingers graze the small sequins sewed to your dress. “Y/N,” he whispers, “will you be my girlfriend?”

You tug at his tie, bringing him closer. “I’d be stupid to say no.” And you kiss him for the second time.

Love? It’s always been the feeling that reminded Jeno of his best friend, but now, it’ll only remind him of his girlfriend.

bonus: the aftermath.

Two days since the friends-to-lovers scenario, and Jeno is walking you home for the first time in nearly three weeks. Not much has changed—the same subway, the same bus, the same pathway. But then again, everything has changed.

For instance, instead of walking side-by-side with a small distance in-between, Jeno’s left hand is intertwined with your right hand, finding warmth in his jacket pocket.

Monday’s have never been better.

“It feels strange to walk with you as a couple now,” you giggle, snuggling into your scarf. “To be frank, I never thought this day would come.”

Jeno frowns. “Why is that?”

You blow out a puff of air. “Because you’re popular with all of the girls at school. You know, Jeon Heejin fancied you for quite a while! I was scared you’d like her.”

He snorts. “I don’t think you have the right to say that when you dated Choi Soobin from Class 3-4.”

“In my defence, I dated him to get over you! Though, I do feel sorry but I don’t think he liked me that much anyway. He’s dating Hwang Yeji now.”

Jeno stops walking, to which you automatically halt, and he leans over to steal a kiss. “I’m glad you never got over me, Y/N. I’m only ever going to walk with you for the rest of my life.”

Lee Jeno needs to stop making your cheeks hurt.

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Depois de um dia árduo na universidade, você sentia seu corpo cansado e necessitado de cuidados. Abriu a porta do apartamento que dividida com seus dois melhores amigos, Jeno e Jaemin, na esperança que ambos estivessem dormindo para que pudesse usufruir da televisão da sala de estar. Fechou a porta devagar e entrou na pontinha dos pés até seu quarto para tirar a roupa e tomar um banho quente, para só assim, poder dormir tranquila e ter energia para o trabalho amanhã de manhã.

Lavou o corpo com o sabonete líquido mais cheiroso que tinha, passou os produtos com cheirinho de bebê nos cabelos e finalizou com um body splash docinho de morango que seus melhores amigos haviam lhe dado. Com o vestidinho de seda branco e a calcinha, também branquinha de renda, já no corpo, secou os cabelos e passou um hidratante na boquinha rosada. Estava pronta para relaxar e só pensar em problemas no dia de amanhã.

Porém, a campainha tocou, deixando seus sonhos de lado. Respirou fundo e marchou até a porta, já sabendo do que se tratava. Ou pior, de quem. Abrindo a mesma, se deparou com Jaemin de braços cruzados e a camisa semi aberta, deixando suas tatuagens do peito e braço a mostra. Jeno, que estava encostado no batente da porta, vestindo uma jaqueta de couro e calça preta, te olhava de cima a baixo com um olhar sofrido, soltando até mesmo um grunhido.

- O que aconteceu? - questionou, querendo voltar para dentro, mas sabia que algo havia acontecido para baterem na porta a essa hora da noite.

- A gente só esqueceu a chave, gatinha. - Jaemin disse, flexionando ainda mais os braços fortes. - Podemos entrar ou vai ficar parada aí na frente?

Sem hesitar, você arrasta seu corpo para dentro da sala e escuta a porta se fechar atrás de você. Sentou no sofá despreocupada e nem percebeu que seu vestido havia subido um pouco deixando seu quadril na visão dos dois.

- Tô indo tomar banho, - anunciou o Na, indo em direção ao fundo. - aquela garota me deixou todo suado.

De imediato seu rosto formou uma carranca ciumenta. Eles eram seus melhores amigos e nem mesmo querendo ter esse sentimento de ciúmes por eles, você o tinha e odiava a sensação de pensar que vários mãos passaram por eles e bocas beijaram lugares que você sempre teve vontade. Tudo bem, eles eram seus amigos, mas não podia negar que eram lindos. Morenos e altos, o corpo forte e vozes graves que sempre te fazia tremer.

- Se divertiram? - perguntou, mudando de canal e sentindo o corpo de Jeno sentar se ao seu lado.

- O mesmo de sempre. - com isso ele quis dizer "muito sexo, cigarro e álcool" - E você?

- Aconteceu algo diferente na faculdade hoje. - Mentiu.

Resolveu por fim deitar e apoiar os pés nas pernas grossas de Jeno, balançando os mesmo de um lado para o outro, não passando despercebido do Lee, que sorriu pelo ato fofo.

- Ah, é?! - Levou as mãos até suas pernas e começou a fazer uma carícia gostosa, te deixando arrepiada. - E o que foi?

- Um garoto me chamou para sair.

Podia sentir o corpo do Lee dar um leve espasmo, como se estivesse assustado. As mãos apertaram sua coxa quase as deixando roxas pela força. - Vão pra onde? - Questionou com a voz fria.

Você sorriu, percebendo que havia lhe causado uma reação boa. O ciúmes de Jeno.

Entre ele e Jaemin, o Lee era o mais possessivo com você e o mais protetor. Odiava garotos ao seu redor, te tocando e falando o quão bonita era. Tinha vontade de bater nos garotos que vinham lhe perguntar se você estava solteira ou pedindo seu número para o rapaz.

- Ele vai vir aqui pra casa amanhã a noite. - Se remexeu, levando o pé mais pra cima, encostando na virilha de Jeno.

- Como é? - pareceu até mesmo um grito de um pai chamando atenção de uma criança malcriada.

Mordeu os dedos e finalmente olhou para as orbes escuras. - Como é o que, Neno? - Questionou, sapeca.

Sabia que ele teve esse reação pela regra que haviam decidido de não levar nenhum ficante ou contratinho para o apartamento, respeitando ambos ali. Mas pelo jeito você havia acabado de quebra-la.

- Tá se fazendo de besta? Não vai trazer nenhum cara pra casa, tira isso da sua cabeça.

- Mas você já trouxe uma vez...

- Ela nem pisou dentro de casa. - Te interrompeu, grosso.

- Mesmo assim, ultrapassou as linhas. - Finalizou, jogando as pernas pra fora do sofá não antes de roçar o pé no pau de Jeno. Nunca havia sentido essa atmosfera pesada entre vocês dois. Algo havia acontecido mas você não sabia o que era.

Não passou nem dois segundo de pé quando sentiu a mão de Jeno te puxar para trás, sentando no colo do mesmo. Soltou um gritinho assustada e o olhou com questionamento.

- Escuta aqui, - começou, mas não sem antes envolver o braço grande no seu pescoço, tirando um pouco do seu ar e a outra mão segurando forte seu cabelo da nuca. - se algum desgraçado pisar aqui dentro de casa, você vai acabar levando a culpa por ele, tá' me entendendo, lindinha? - A cada final ele apertava o braço e a mão nas partes seguradas te deixando ainda mais vulnerável.

Adora a possessividade de Jeno. Adora os olhares de raiva que ele te dava a cada saída com roupas curtinhas e transparentes para fora do apartamento; cada flerte com qualquer filho da puta aleatório do campus da faculdade. Odiava qualquer um que chegasse perto de você.

- E o que vai fazer? Me bater? - perguntou, com um riso na voz. Sabia que estava mexendo com fogo e gostava disso.

- É, - respondeu, lhe deixando assustada. - é isso mesmo.

Sem tempo para fugir, seu corpo foi jogado de barriga para baixo nas coxas do Lee, te deixando com o bumbum empinado para ele e os olhos em direção ao chão.

- O-o que tá fazendo?

- O que eu já devia ter feito a muito tempo.

você ouviu antes de sentir. Um tapa foi dado estalado na sua bunda, quente e forte. Sentiu a pele esquentar de imediato. Não conseguiu ter uma reação exata a não ser soltar um grunhido assustado e, ao mesmo tempo, excitado. Mas logo depois, sentiu um beijinho casto na região dolorida. - Eu não gosto de fazer isso, princesa, não gosto mesmo... Mas você não me dá escolha. - Disse com a voz calma, como se estivesse com dó do que iria fazer com você daqui pra frente.

- Neno... - respondeu, chorosa. - para com isso, tem outras coisas que eu posso fazer pra mostrar que eu tô' arrependida. Por favor!

Jeno dá um tapa na sua bunda, a dor se espalha novamente enquanto você estremece e choraminga. Ele solta um suspiro, quase como se quisesse gemer.

Rapidamente, já sem calma alguma, sentiu sua calcinha rasgar pelas pernas e a camisola ser erguida até sua nuca, deixando sua parte de trás toda nua. Ele te espanca de novo e de novo, fogo corre sob a sua pele, aperta o estofado do sofá enquanto joga a cabeça para trás e grita. De novo. De novo. De novo. Mais e mais rápido, ele bate na sua bunda. De novo e de novo e de novo, sentindo seu pau duro cutucando o jeans.

Podia sentir sua buceta molhada pelos tapas do Lee em você. Ele sabia que você gostava, mas você adorava se fazer de certinha e não demonstrar vontades obscuras que tinham ali na sua cabecinha de vento.

Sem paciência, esfregou-se em Jeno, roçando a bucetinha no rapaz, querendo gozar.

- Olha só, igualzinho uma cadela. Não tem vergonha nessa sua cara, né?! - Um último tapa foi estalado na sua bunda. Podia jurar que o rapaz havia tirado sangue pelo força de todos os impactos com a destra pesada que fora dada em você. - Quer gozar comigo espancando essa sua bunda de putinha? Com esse rabinho levantado pra cima pra eu foder e deixar você bem abertinha pra mim?

Continuou a se esfregar no rapaz quase chegando no ápice. Mas antes que pudesse gemer alto e gozar da melhor forma possível, Jeno posicionou seu corpo no tapete da sala, de costas para o tecido preto. Tímida, fechou as perninhas e um biquinho se formou nos lábios rosados.

- Não, doce, não... - disse, fazendo um sinal negativo com a cabeça enquanto te olhava com luxúria e desejo. - Abre as perninhas pro Neno, abre. - pediu, calmo. - Deixa eu ver essa bucetinha gostosa.

Sem pestanejar, você deixou os pés se afastarem, exibindo o quão molhada e sensível estava. Jeno conseguiu ver seu pontinho de prazer vermelhinho, como se precisasse de carinho agora mesmo.

- Dói. - Você diz chorosa.

- O que dói?

- Aqui. - Arrastou a mãozinha até sua virilha descendo até sua fenda úmida, se tocando devagar, mexendo ainda mais com o mais velho.

Você não sabia, mas o Lee sentia uma vontade inexplicável de quebrar seu corpinho e manipular sua mente de garota, querendo você a mercê do rapaz, fazendo tudo para agrada-lo e te deixar ainda mais vulnerável e fraquinha perto dele.

- Tão linda e inocente, meu anjo. Tão... Quebrável. - a voz saiu em um sussurro fraco, como se ele quisesse deixar aquele fato só pra ele e mais ninguém. Apertou o pau marcado na calça, como se estivesse se tocando devagar e te observando usar o dedinho, dando prazer a si mesma.

Sem paciência, o Lee abaixou as calças junto da box, se encontrando com o seu corpo no chão. Ele queria te deixar totalmente aberta, então, fez com que seus joelhos quase encostassem na sua cabeça e a bucetinha empina na cara dele. Você estava delirando pela posição exposta, se sentindo mais suja ainda, pois podia servir qualquer buraco pra o Lee usufruir e machucar.

- Vou fazer para de doer. - Então, a boca dele se chocou com seu íntimo, te dando mais prazer. O Lee lambeu toda a fendinha molhada, sugando seu clitóris e te fodendo com a língua em certos momentos. - A língua do papai tá gostosa na sua entradinha, pequena?

A resposta não foi um claro "sim", mas um líquido quentinho saindo de dentro de você direto pra boca do Lee. O corpinho trêmulo, murmúrios desordenados, os olhos se fechando de canseira e as mãos apertando os cabelos de Jeno, que ainda tinha a cabeça entre suas pernas.

- Você é tão gostosa, porra! - Lambeu tudo, mordendo o inteiro de suas coxas e até mesmo seu clitóris que agora estava muito sensível. Se tocasse mais um pouco no pontinho, sentiria dor.

Depois de se recompor, mas não totalmente, Jeno pegou você no colo, prendendo as perninhas cansadas na cintura e os braços no pescoço. Sentou-se no sofá e ergueu seus joelhos com os braços tatuados, te deixando novamente exposta.

- Coloca ele dentro você, amor. - Pediu carinhoso, lhe dando um beijinho na tempora.

A verdade era que Lee era muito grande. O pau cheio de veias roxas com a cabecinha rosada e lubrificada pela excitação te deixando salivando, querendo aquilo tudo dentro de você.

- Se eu colocar... Promete não ter dó de mim? - Roçou a buceta no membro de levinho, atiçando. - Promete que vai me comer até acabar comigo?

Afundou o pau de uma vez dentro de você e ouviu um gemido rouco de Jeno.

- Desgraçada... Quem disse que eu tenho dó de você, hein?! Agora, mesmo assim se você chorar, toda manhosinha e dolorida, eu vou meter mais fundo pra ver essas lágrimas de puta nesse rosto lindo.

Sentiu o corpo ser jogado para o alto com a estocada forte. Gemeu alto, arranhando os ombros do seu melhor amigo, chamando pelo seu nome varia vezes na intenção de ir mais devagar.

- Ne-eno, tá m-machucando muito.

- Agora tá chorando? Que pena! Vai, aperta meu pau nesse buraquinho apertado seu.

Ele está a furioso, com as mãos apertando suas coxas, da boca saia rosnados e gemidos roucos, suor caiu da sua testa molhando o cabelo preto.

- Depois que eu gozar dentro dessa bucetinha, não quero ouvir mais choro. Vai levantar essa bunda e ir dormir. - Socou mais fundo, erguendo ainda mais os quadris. Você estava muito perto, já não aguentando nem mais respirar. - Se eu ver algum filho da puta tocando em você, eu mato ele! Tá me entendendo? - Estalou um tapa na sua cara, forte. O rostinho ficou vermelho e saliva caia de sua boca molhando seus seios e barriga. Estava acabado e suja. - Responde!

- Sim, sim, sim... - A cada palavra era um grito e choro mais alto. - E-eu vou... vou gozar, Neno

- Vai? Goza pro Neno então. Mela o pau do cara que tá te comendo gostoso, princesa.

E então se deixou levar pelo orgasmo. Prendeu o pau de Jeno ainda mais, fazendo o rapaz também não aguentar mais e soltar tudo dentro de você. Se sentia cheinha e quentinha depois do orgasmo avassalador. Deitou no peito do rapaz, respirando alto e quase adormecendo.

- Pode nanar, eu limpo você e te coloco na cama, doce. - Ganhou um beijinho na boca e cafuné nos cabelos. - Mas eu não tava brincando. Se alguém morrer a culpa vai ser sua.

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Truth or Dare

Pairing: Jeno × girl!reader × Yeji

Genre: college!AU, angst, love triangle!AU

Word Count: 3k+

⚠️Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, college students getting drunk

A/N: this was originally a drabble, but I got carried away :/ Hope you like it though, and remember that feedback is always appreciated <33

«Alright, see you... never again, bitch,» you hear Yeji say as she closes the door after the last person finally leaves your apartment.

It's past two in the morning, you're exhausted, and chaos reigns supreme in both your living room and kitchen.

Not to mention you're totally wasted.

«What has poor Ryujin done to you?» Jeno asks her, his words immediately followed by a hiccup.

«We always call each other 'bitch',» Yeji explains, literally throwing her body on the couch. «Well, except for her,» she then adds, pointing at you. «She doesn't like to call us 'bitches'.»

«I just don't find it... cute,» you reply, trying to pour yourself a glass of water but failing miserably as all the liquid ends up on the floor. «Fuck!»

«No bad words in this household!» Jeno says, joining Yeji on the couch, but he accidentally sits on something wet and jumps back still. «Good Gracious!» he exclaims, making you laugh as you sit on the spot of the floor you've just cleaned up.

«'Good Gracious'? Is this the best you can do, church boy?» she teases him, receiving a grin in response.

«'Church boy'? You must have mistaken me for someone else, Yu- I mean, Yeji!»

«Did you just call me Yuna?» she cries with an overdramatic expression on her face, pretending to be hurt.

«Whatever,» he simply replies, collapsing on the only clean chair left.

Watching your two best friends being so wasted, you start to think you're probably not even that drunk. After all, whenever somebody throws a party, you always end up being the sober friend who has to look after the other two to prevent them from doing anything stupid. You got wasted a very few times in your life, but tonight you've given yourself a short break from being the responsible one, and you might have exaggerated a little.

Not as much as your friends, though. No one can beat them. Yeji has already thrown up twice, and Jeno can't even stand on his feet, and that's why you've suggested that he should sleep at your place. It wouldn't be the first time it happens anyway.

«Yo, I have an idea!» Jeno suddenly says after long minutes of silence.

«No, thank you,» Yeji replies, and you try to hold back a chuckle.

«But I haven't even said it yet!» he whines, looking at you both with puppy eyes.

«Fine, tell us!»

«Let's play a game!»

«What game?» you ask, hoping it doesn't involve walking, running, or moving at all.

«Truth or Dare!» he says euphorically, and you and Yeji exchange an amused look. «Come on!» he continues. «We haven't played it since high school!»

«That's because it's a game for high schoolers, Jeno,» you state.

«So what? It's still fun!»

Yeji sighs at his stubbornness but still decides to please him. «As you wish, Your Majesty,» she mocks him.

«You can't be serious,» you say, looking at her in disbelief.

«Come on! I promise I won't make you fake-confess to Haechan in the middle of the night!» Jeno insists, recalling one of the dares he'd made you do the last time you'd played that game.

«Alright,» you surrender. «But don't you dare make me drink, or I'll throw up on your Versace shirt!»

«Yo, I spent a fortune on this one!»

You chuckle and crawl to the coffee table, followed by an unsteady Jeno and Yeji, who doesn't look so happy to leave her comfortable spot on the couch to sit on the cold floor. The boy grabs one of the many bottles scattered on the table but then decides it's useless since it's only the three of you and throws it away.

«Alright, Your Majesty,» Yeji starts, «since you had this brilliant idea, you go first. Truth or dare?»

«Truth,» he immediately answers.

«Boo, no fun!» you exclaim, getting a gentle slap on your forearm.

After some minutes of thinking, she asks: «Do you have a crush at the moment?»

While you laugh at the question, Jeno seems pretty hesitant to answer it. Until that moment, you've never even thought of him having an actual crush because first of all, he sleeps around too often, and then, if he had a crush on someone, he would have definitely told you. Seeing him so uncertain, however, makes you gradually change your mind, and you become impatient and curious to know his answer. «We don't have all night!» you say.

«Alright, I do. I have a crush.»

«No way! Who is it?» you and Yeji ask simultaneously, but he immediately cuts you off. «That's two questions!»

He then turns to you. «Truth or dare?»

«Truth.»

«Boo, no fun!» Yeji shouts and bursts into the drunkest laugh you've ever heard.

«Mmh, let me think... how many people did you sleep with since you've started college?»

«I thought you already knew this,» you admit. «Four, by the way.»

He seems satisfied with your answer, and you turn to Yeji, who's slowly lying down on the floor, eyes half-closed and a sleepy look on her face. «Yeji, can you hear me?» you ask her, laughing, and she nods in response. «So, truth or dare?»

«Truth,» she mumbles.

«At this point, let's just play Truth or Truth,» Jeno says ironically.

«Do you think any of us is sober enough to do a dare unless it involves falling asleep?» Everyone laughs at Yeji's unexpected exclamation, then a question pops up on your mind. «Have you ever been disappointed by one of your sex partners?»

She pretends to think hard, but lets out a sarcastic chuckle. «Of course. They disappoint me all the time!» She then turns to Jeno again. «Do we know your crush... in person?» she asks, without even letting him choose between truth or dare. Not that he needed to anyway.

He sighs and doesn't make eye contact with either of you while answering with a simple nod. Some minutes of awkward silence go by, then he asks you: «Who was your best sex partner?»

At that question, Yeji starts laughing and clapping at the same time, saying that everyone on campus knew that.

«Yangyang, of course!» you answer. «He's full of stamina and has the thickest...»

«Alright, alright, I got it,» Jeno interrupts you, looking slightly uncomfortable, but you don't notice his bother, too focused on the question you want to ask Yeji.

«Yeji, truth or dare?»

«I thought we were playing Truth or Truth?»

«Fine: truth or truth?»

«Mmh... I think I'll choose truth!» she says and bursts into another laugh immediately after.

«Would you ever date a girl?» you ask her.

«Well... why not?» she doesn't hesitate to answer, shrugging. «Jeno, honey, was your crush at the party tonight?» she then asks the guy sitting in front of you, making him even more uncomfortable.

«Why are you so interested in my crush?»

«Just because. Answer me now!»

He sighs, looking at your drunk best friend and then at you. «Yes, she was.»

«Oh, it's a 'she' everyone!» Yeji shouts, trying to stand up but falling back down right away. You reach her to make sure she didn't get hurt, but she just laughs, saying that you worry too much.

«Do you wanna do one last round?» Jeno asks you both, and you agree. «Okay then... is it true that you and Jaemin are fucking buddies?» he asks you, and a heavy silence suddenly falls in the barely lit living room.

Jaemin is his best friend, and you thought he'd told him about the little fling you had during his last party. It was a one-time thing and nothing else, but rumors spread more than you expected, making up fake stories about you and exaggerating everything. You never thought you needed to clear that up to Jeno, though, since you supposed he already knew the truth.

«We're not fucking buddies. We've just slept together once.»

«When?»

«Hey, wasn't it just one question?» you try to joke, but he looks deadly serious.

«Just answer.»

«Well... before his New Year's Eve party. Why do you care, anyway? You know we both don't mind sleeping around.»

«You said you only had four sex partners...»

«So what? It's true!»

Meanwhile, Yeji stares at both of you with a confused look on her face, probably not even understanding the situation.

«No, it's not. You've slept with five people!» he insists.

«How would you even know that? I'm telling you, it's four: Haechan, Yeri, Yangyang and Jaemin!»

His eyes seem to get darker, and his lips become a thin line. He looks calm, but his stare is full of pain and bitterness. You think you've never seen him like this, and it scares you.

«What's the matter, Jeno?»

«So you really don't remember,» he whispers with a trembling voice, looking away.

«Remember what?» you ask him, exasperated.

«Yeah, remember what?» Yeji repeats, and you think she's just saying random things because of the effect of the alcohol in her body, but she looks weirdly sober instead.

«What actually happened during New Year's Eve party. Don't you remember?»

You shake your head, trying to find something among your memories, but your mind goes blank whenever you try to go back to the night of December 31st.

«The only thing I remember is that Yeji and I were the first ones to arrive at the party, and she left me alone with Jaemin to go flirt with his roommate. That's how we ended up having sex, but all of this happened before the actual party and before I got completely wasted,» you explain, slowly standing up.

«Why? Did something else happen?» Yeji asks, sounding slightly nervous as every rest of her previous laughs fades away.

«We slept together,» Jeno answers, keeping his cool while pointing at you.

His sudden statement makes your eyes pop out of your head, and you look at him, trying to find some signs of amusement on his face, in hopes that it's all a joke.

Unfortunately, he doesn't look amused at all.

«We-we didn't!» you stutter, and then chuckle awkwardly while nervously rubbing your hands, not knowing what else to say or to do.

You initially try to deny it, but since you can't remember anything from that night, Jeno could be right. After all, even you know you can become bold when you're drunk, and that's the main reason why you always try to stay sober. Well, apparently not always.

You turn to look at Yeji, whose eyes are now fixed on the floor. «We didn't sleep together!» is the only thing you manage to say.

«Yes, we did!» Jeno exclaims, standing up all of a sudden. «We were both drunk, we wanted to go back home but Yeji had disappeared with Renjun, so you asked me if you could sleep over at my place but instead of sleeping, we had sex!»

«This can't be true! I don't even remember it! Yeji,» you turn your head at your best friend, who can't even look at you in the eyes. «I don't remember anything, I swear! I was so drunk I probably thought he was Jaemin again!»

«I'm sure that's not what you were thinking, since I can clearly recall you moaning one name, and it was mine!» Jeno cries, and you can see the vein on his neck pulsing. «But you don't even remember it! You remember sleeping with Jaemin that evening, but you forgot about me!»

«Jeno, I was sober when I had sex with Jaemin, and I was drunk when I slept with you! Why are you getting mad at me if I can't remember it?»

«Because I can't fucking stop thinking about you since that night!» he shouts, and the atmosphere in the room becomes tenser and tenser. «I caught feelings, alright? I don't know why, I don't know how, but it happened! I've been having this crush on you for months now, and I even stopped sleeping around with other girls because the only one I can think about is you! I'm sorry I'm getting angry, but I hate the thought of you sleeping with other people, and it hurts that you don't even remember having sex with me!»

«Stop it now, Jeno. Please,» you whisper, on the verge of tears. «I'm sorry. I'm sorry I don't remember what happened, and I'm sorry I... I don't feel the same towards you.»

«You slept with him.»

Your eyes land on your other friend, who's still staring at the floor. The look on her face is totally blank, and her voice is lacking any emotions.

«Apparently I did... but I was drunk, I wasn't even conscious!»

«You slept with him,» she mumbles again.

«Yeji, I get that you're angry now, but I swear I didn't do it on purpose! I can't even remember it, I...»

«You still slept with him!» she shouts, interrupting you. «You're supposed to be my best friend, but you fucked him anyway!» When she gets up so that your faces could be on the same level, you see tears and anger in her eyes.

«Yeji, why do you even care?» Jeno asks, a little bit annoyed. «Besides, it apparently meant nothing to her, so why...»

«She knew I like you,» Yeji confesses, not breaking that freezing eye contact with you.

«You... what?» he asks, shocked.

«I said she knew I like you, but she still didn't mind fucking you!»

«How many times do I have to tell you I didn't know what I was doing? If I had been lucid, I would have never slept with him!» you cry, and a couple of tears leave your eyes and draw a wet line on your cheeks. Your words seem to hurt Jeno, but once again you don't notice it, too focused on your other best friend.

No matter how much you care for him, Yeji will always come first for you, and the thought of hurting her is making your heart writhe in pain.

«Yeji, please, forgive me. You know I would never hurt you, I... I don't even like Jeno! I never did and never will!»

«Wow, you're hurting me now,» he interrupts you, making you turn to him. You notice he's also shed some tears. «But it's always been like this, after all, isn't it? I'd do anything for you, but your number one priority will always be Yeji! I wonder how come she hasn't noticed it by now.»

«Noticed what?» she asks, looking at him first, then turning her eyes to you.

You froze on the spot, unable to talk, only glaring at Jeno. You thought you'd been pretty good at hiding it, but apparently, someone still got it.

And that someone is your best friend, who also happens to have feelings for you.

«So it's true,» he states, as you keep being quiet and tense.

«What the fuck are you talking about now?!» Yeji shouts, waking you up from your sort of trance and making Jeno chuckle.

«It's nothing! He's just...»

«Nothing?» he interrupts you, still chuckling. «You're really saying your crush on your best friend is 'nothing'?»

Now, none of you is speaking. You look at Jeno with embittered eyes, unable to face Yeji at the moment. She lets her body fall on the couch, not caring if she ends up sitting on that wet spot, then covers her face with a pillow. Jeno's face goes from bitterness to worry, to guilt and regret, realizing what he's just done and that it's too late to fix it. «Look, I'm sorry...» he tries to say, but you stop him.

«Don't say anything, please.» Then, you find the courage to look at your other best friend, and you see her sobbing, face hidden by the pillow. «Yeji, please, say something,» you beg her, taking one step to get closer but stopping as she raises her head and looks at you with teary eyes.

«What should I say?» she whisper-asks with a broken voice. «I've just found out my best friend - whom I've been liking for years - slept with my other best friend and caught feelings for her! And now you're telling me you have a crush on me, even though you knew I could never reciprocate your feelings because I like him!» she cries. «I... I just wanna go to sleep,» she then adds, standing up and storming out of the living room without saying anything else.

«I better go home,» Jeno mumbles, grabbing his jacket.

«No, stay. It's late, and you're not in the conditions to drive.»

«No, really. I wouldn't wanna cause any other... troubles.»

«The situation can't get much worse, anyway. I'm going to sleep too now. You already know how the hide-a-bed works.»

He nods, and you look at him one more time before walking away and locking yourself in your bedroom.

The next morning, you wake up at the sound of someone laughing way too loudly. You rub your eyes a little too harshly and decide to lie for some more minutes on the bed before gathering enough energies to get up.

As soon as your bare feet touch the cold floor, however, your mind suddenly gets filled with images and words from last night. You sit back on the mattress, trying to make all those memories make sense, and when you're finally able to remember everything clearly, you wish you had been more drunk so that you could have forgotten it.

You hear someone laugh again and recognize your roommate's voice. There's someone with her too, and you recall telling Jeno to stay over. Although you don't really feel like facing them after all that happened, you decide you can't be locked in your room forever and get out.

While you're reaching the kitchen, you notice everything is clean and tidy, and you see your two best friends happily eating breakfast on the counter. «Good morning,» you mumble, yawning.

«Good morning, sleepyhead! It's almost midday!» Yeji exclaims, handing you a plate full of pancakes. «This will be both our breakfast and lunch today!»

«And that's why it's called brunch, Yeji,» Jeno says, making her chuckle, and you look at both of them in awe, wondering how they manage to be so calm and peaceful when you're still trying to recover from the rough night you had.

«Did you clean all that mess up?» you ask them, adding more maple syrup on your pancakes. Yeji was never generous with it.

«Yup, we did,» she replies, then gets back to her conversation with Jeno.

Even though they look relaxed and act as they've always done, you still feel anxious.

You need to know.

«Do you remember anything about last night?» you ask them, interrupting whatever they were talking about.

Jeno shakes his head. «No, we don't,» he answers. «We probably drank too much!»

«Are you sure, though?» you insist, surprised yet suspicious.

How could they both forget what happened? They didn't look too drunk the moment your innocent game turned into a heated argument. On the contrary, they seemed to be completely sober, or at least, sober enough to form complete sentences while they were talking. How could they not remember that?

«Do you really not remember anything? I mean, maybe you...»

«Honey,» Yeji interrupts you, looking at you with a sweet smile but deadly serious eyes. «We really don't remember. And you?»

Your eyes move from her face to Jeno's before looking back at her and taking a deep sigh. «No, I don't either,» you answer, and Yeji nods, handing you a cup of coffee.

«Whatever happened,» she says, «was probably nothing.»

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jyanihaes · 1 year

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letters from my brooklyn valentine

⟡ chenle x oc fic

⟡ summary: things get slower as maris and chenle kind of get into good terms, but still hate each other because of haechan’s return in brooklyn that had caused chenle to be dramatic and had caused maris to curse too much, on him.

⟡ genre: romance w enemies 2 lovers

⟡ word count: 2,822

⟡ work/alternate in ao3

⟡ author’s note: i’m sorry this took me so long to post this???? 😭😭😭 anyway happy reading

”To love,”

Something felt different. Sparks were flying, fate didn't call it a day, everything was.. all so different. They want to love each other.

But again, this isn’t something that can make the two love each other already. It’s just.. them saying.

“Do.. do we have to do that?” As the young boy asks, Maris didn’t mind. Probably she’d say yes but that’s on the two of them. “Because… I wanna do it. I want us to get in good terms.”

That left her in shock, as the ice cream slowly melts in her hands.

”Excuse me, what?” She turned to him immediately, making a confused face. “You want this to happen?”

“Yeah.. Jaemin would be mad if we keep doing this.” But would he?

”Would he be mad? He wouldn’t,” She scoffed, eating the ice cream before it fully melted. It never came to her hand yet.

“Plus, I don’t really wanna do this. It’s weird, and it’s just been a day. Let me live.”

“Right.. but if you wanna get in good terms with me then tell me. I just.. don’t wanna be left clueless after you’re gonna act kind to me like that.”

Was he ever serious with that?

"Why would you be clueless? You'd already tell I forgive you once I speak kindly, stupid."

"Don't call me stupid, Maris. I can't even tell what differences you can make with your speaking," That didn't leave her speechless, since she didn't mind and never cared-- and never, ever gave a damn about it. "And if you forgive me then that's good, we're compatible to date."

Unintentional stupid loser material. When you say a word, your life will cause stupid, unlucky consequences that literally can haunt you for the rest of your damn life. But if you want to tell everybody we don't give a damn, Chenle. That's on you and your enemy, like right now. As in, right now.

"What-- excuse me?" She looked at Chenle immediately, completely devastated with what Chenle had told her. "Like honestly, what do you mean with compatible? We're not ready yet!"

"Tell your brother that since he's the one who wants us to be happy together." Chenle blames her brother Jaemin, who basically set up the date for the two of them even though they haven't fought much yet. Renjun thinks it's a bad idea, Jaemin doesn't... which is weird and at the same time kind of dumb because Jaemin would never do that to his younger sister, but he still did it for the best of himself plus for the two to stop fighting and continuing making Johnny and Maris's favorite movie a big deal just bbecause of the nonstop delusions over Leonardo DiCaprio which we won't talk about, for now.

And if Jaemin wants the two to be happy then just let the damn two settle this down and not him because what in the world.. A date??

"What in the world you mean 'compatible to date'?"

"We can... make lo--"

"Please shut up!" She yells, crushing the waffle cone of the ice cream (which was fully empty and no ice cream, thank God) before she moved away from the older. "In your delusions, idiot!"

"Oh so now I'm the delusional? Make up your mind," He pointed at himself, with her giggling and nodding.

"You really think you can get with me?? You want to make love with me???? Really????"

"I didn't mean that,"

"I just meant that one day we'd get married and we'd have a happy family,"

"You want that to happen???? We're literally in college."

Who would do that?? Hello, Maris is not like those party girls from the campus who party out 24/7 and hook up with guys like it's the end of the world. Thus, Chenle, are you really that desperate for children and a housewife?

"Forget... that. Do you mind if I can take you home, by the way..?" Chenle now asks, smiling before he stood up.

"Sure..? Our house is next door anyway?" She replies, before she stood up too and walked to their car. "Did you know that Jaemin's the worst brother I've had?"

Oh! After all that talk, they start the conversation with Jaemin being the worst brother Maris has had. Well, it's true because Jaemin is the most annoying brother ever. He's always scolding Maris for anything she does, like she breathes and Jaemin scolds her.

"No, why?"

"He literally wakes me up by banging pans whenever he opens the door. When it's Renjun, damn yeah right he's so sweet."

"Hm," He chuckles while they both walked out of the park, with Maris sighing. "I never knew he's that type of person prioritizing his boyfriend before his sister,"

"He is that type. Ever since he and Renjun became official he's that type. God, he has to be more serious with those types of stuff.."

"I guess..."

The two now get inside Chenle's car, now going back to Brooklyn.

A few moments later in Geraldine Street,

"I wonder if Maris had a good time with Chenle on that date.." Jaemin mumbles and speaks, while he's in Renjun's arms on their room. As Renjun heard that, he smacked Jaemin at the chest. "No no I mean-- I wonder what time Maris will go home because she isn't home yet.."

"You're the worst liar I've ever met, Jaem." He scoffed, while he rubbed the cheek of the younger. "All I know is they're maybe fighting there and probably making drama with everybody watching them at Central Park,"

"That's.. too extra, Ren," He looked at Renjun, before he giggled. "I don't think they'd make a scene out of that.. Plus, they'll be alright."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I do."

I guess he thinks so, otherwise.

“You know you overthink too much..” Jaemin looked up and sighed, pouting a little bit. “Chenle and Maris wouldn’t make a big fuss out there, do you really think that would happen? Wouldn’t that be a tad bit embarrassing?”

It would be, but Renjun’s brutal and random, so I don’t know, nor does Jaemin know either.

”Forget what I said, and do I overthink too much, Min? I don’t think I do,”

“Maybe ask yourself for that,”

”Renjun do you overthink??” As Jaemin says the joke, Renjun intentionally took it seriously becsuse he thought it wasn’t an actual joke. While he did that, Jaemin started laughing.

”I— think you shouldn’t have taken that seriously—“ He kept laughing and laughing with Renjun confused, raising one eyebrow at Jaemin.

"Hey, were you joking with that one??" The moment Renjun realized, he was deadly embarrassed at himself as Jaemin kept laughing while he was speechless-- dumbfounded. "You were joking with that???"

"I-- I was!"

"You unserious little dummy--" Renjun cuts his words off as he heard Maris yell from the living room.

"Jaem, Jun, we're home!" Maris now yells as she waits for the two to come down and respond, with Chenle behind her.

The two now get up from their positions, opening the door and rushing downstairs. Maris noticed that they were in a little rush, which was a little.. odd. While the two rushed downstairs, Chenle came closer as he puts his chin on her shoulder.

"Hey, Riri!" Renjun stopped on the stairs, so did Jaemin. He leans on the rails of the staircase, putting his head on his palm. "Had a good time?"

Jaemin, on the other hand, sat down on the steps. He watched the two while Renjun talked to Maris.

"Yeah! Reunited with my girls, finally."

"That's nice~" He giggled, still on the staircase with Moomin pajamas on. "Did you see Donghyuck there? I heard he transferred back to your university, was that true?"

Maris was left shocked the moment she heard about Donghyuck's return to the university. Her eyes widened, surprised and all that, with her hand covering her mouth. Chenle was also shocked that he stopped leaning on Maris's shoulder.

“Donghyuck moves back in and you didn’t even tell me? Everybody does?” Chenle was frustrated having to know that they were both the only ones who didn’t know about Donghyuck’s return, but little did they know that nobody knew, even Renjun.

"Me either, I feel betrayed..." Maris also spoke up on behalf of Chenle, the two of them utterly disappointed knowing that nobody told them about Donghyuck's return. Little did they know that nobody really knew about it and Jeno told Renjun. So, it's only Jeno who knows and none of them.

"Exactly! Nobody tells us and we're the only ones clueless and doesn't know about it which is so stupid because I'm always the one who's the first to kn--" Chenle starts yelling like crazy until Renjun stepped down from the stairs and shushed him, calming him down.

"Be quiet, idiot!" Maris yelled back at him, with Renjun still calming him down.

"Listen to me, nobody knew that Donghyuck returned. Nor did I and Jaemin know either, so calm down because you're not the only ones." He exclaimed, while he kept shushing him as Chenle still continued to yell, a little bit. "Nobody knew, okay? Donghyuck only told Jeno and didn't tell anyone."

"But I still deserve to--"

"You. Already. Know." Since Chenle was a little bit exaggerating, he suddenly gets into Renjun's last nerve. His temper couldn't really help it seeing Chenle get so dissapointed and dramatic after a bestfriend comes back from Vancouver to switch schools.

"Chenle, listen to Renjun," Jaemin now spoke on behalf on Renjun, also coming back down from the stairs. "What's important is that you know, not who's the first or last to know. At least you know, at least he told you."

And with that, he finally calms down. Maris didn't mind, because she doesn't kind of care about it. Chenle's all dramatic but she isn't.

"Fine, yeah, fine." He crosses his arms, having Renjun let him go and went to Jaemin.

On the other half, Maris was all calm and whatever and she was already so disappointed with Chenle. "Why are you so dramatic?"'

Fun fact: Maris dislikes people who are, really really dramatic. She says to all those people, 'It's not the end yet, stop seeking for attention.' And, Maris also dislikes Chenle, so that's a perfect combination of annoyance.

"Why not? Donghyuck didn't even tell us he--"

"Stop yelling like it's the end of the damn world!" She cuts him off, shushing him. "Like what Jaemin said, what's important is that you know now. And you already said fine but you're still not getting over it."

"Okay, fine."

"Anyway, Donghyuck got hired as Jeno's assistant earlier. You know how much he loves fashion.."

Donghyuck has a girlfriend, Lorraine. They've been together for a whole year. And, he's a fashion student. And, he's Jeno and Johnny's youngest sibling, yet Donghyuck's another cousin of Jaemin and Maris.

"Did he say anything other than coming back to Brooklyn today?"

"No, but I know he's in Manhattan with Jeno today," Jaemin currently was texting Donghyuck who right now is currently in Manhattan, at Jeno's headquarters.

Now texting: My beloved Sookie 🐻

(Sookie because of his auditorium play he got casted on, his role was a girl and her name was Dongsookie.

Nanana:

dongsookie~ I heard you're back in Brooklyn?

My beloved Sookie 🐻:

omg yeah i'm back in Brooklyn

i forgot to tell you guys i'm so sorry...

Nanana:

it's okay, Maris wasn't surprised

My beloved Sookie 🐻:

YEAH RIGHT HER

she's still there right?

she was with lorraine earlier i think

Nanana:

she was

then she went with Chenle

My beloved Sookie 🐻:

how many chapters did i miss?

she's together with chenle?

how come did you not tell me

Nanana:

technically not... together

cuz they fight and I'm always watching

My beloved Sookie 🐻:

crap they're real enemies

anyway i'm at Jeno's headquarters in Manhattan the place looks so pretty

[Insert photo]

like holy crap this is big

Nanana:

i know right...

btw Jeno was looking for some assistants I'm sure you got offered

My beloved Sookie 🐻:

he did

i accepted

Nanana:

oh my god??

so you work part-time?

My beloved Sookie 🐻:

he knows i'm that special mf

and yes i do work part time

Nanana:

since when did you come back to Brooklyn because Maris didn't see you

and you didn't tell us you had plans of coming back to Brooklyn

My beloved Sookie 🐻:

i'm so sorry

i was filled up with a lot of plans

i forgot to tell you guys.. i'm sorry

i came back to brooklyn because i instead wanted to continue my fashion career here instead of vancouver

tbh their fashion shows (the company i got hired on) are semi-awful

Nanana:

damn too bad

and Jeno's a good fashion designer, him and Johnny have really successful shows

My beloved Sookie 🐻:

good for my brothers omfg

does maris study fashion too? we're kinda willing to give her the model job

Nanana:

nah she's more on the arts & culture course

but I know she also loves fashion

"Maris, have you changed courses?" Jaemin asks, while he was on his phone chatting with Donghyuck.

"Yeah I changed to fashion school." She responds, having Jaemin nod. "Why?"

"Donghyuck wants to hire you as a model,"

"Oh? No thanks.. I'm more on designing."

Nanana:

she declined

she said she's more on designing

is it okay

My beloved Sookie 🐻:

damn omg it's okay

if so she can take her time to learn the basics of design and fashion so that she can get a job here

we won't really force don't worry

Nanana:

okay, thank you hyuck

I'll see you around in Brooklyn if you wanna hang out?

My beloved Sookie 🐻:

wait let's meet tomorrow... i wanna see maris

i'll bring johnny hyung and jeno if you wanna

and then we can meet at central park

Nanana:

bet

I hope to see you soon!

"Maris," Chenle asks, now again putting his chin on her shoulder. "Did you enjoy today?"

Renjun and Jaemin were back on the staircase watching the two. Jaemin was interested while Renjun kept talking about Donghyuck. And the two didn't pay attention because Chenle is distracting and Maris is enraged.

"No. I didn't." She responded, leaving Chenle a little.. sad. He pouts and then frowns, acting cute to convince Maris.

"You didn't enjoy today?" He cutely asks, still pouting while Maris was cringing on the accent and his stupid face. "Why?"

"God, you're such a idiot,"

"Of course I didn't enjoy."

That switched Chenle back to normal again, now holding her hand. "What about now?"

What.. what is going on? She suddenly thinks, still disgusted at whatever he was pulling.

"What in the world are you doing?"

"Trying to make you say yes," He responds, with Maris seriously pissed off.

"Let. Go." She let go of the grip Chenle has right now, still making him pout.

"Are you two paying attention?" Renjun yells at the two, Jaemin laughing at the two, Maris pushing Chenle to the ground and kicked him and Chenle holding his knee while fake crying.

"This idiot's trying to make me forgive him.." Maris moved away, not even helping Chenle who was pushed to the ground and was hit on the knees. Thank god it's not broken. "He's having problems. First he hates me now he wants me."

"But did you pay attention?"

"Donghyuck is offering me a job, he came back because his company was trash, and then we're all gonna meet in Central Park."

"Nice, you included what Jaemin said."

"I always have to."

"Donghyuck's gonna meet us tomorrow." Jaemin now speaks up while the silence was starting to surround the place, with Maris looking at Jaemin and Chenle getting up. Renjun looked at Jaemin, thinking that mostly this will be only him and Maris.

"I'm coming!" Chenle then responds, Jaemin weirded out and Maris angered, again.

"Get out." She responds, leaving Chenle sad. “You’re not joining to bicker with me.”

“Rude!”

“Enough bickering, you two!" Jaemin yells at the two of them, not dead sick of the noise and whatever they were into. Chenle wanted to join, Maris and Jaemin didn't want to let Chenle come because the disaster can happen anytime. "You're not coming because no one needs you there!"'

Chenle got sadder but still was clinging on Maris. "Fine."

"Anyway, what time tomorrow?"

"5pm."

(Timeskip.)

”Goodnight, Maris. See you tomorrow.” Chenle bids goodbye as he heads next door to go and wash up and sleep. Maris, on the other hand, pushed him out and waved before she closed the door.

”So, so delusional..” She rolls her eyes, chuckling before she went to her room and dressed up to her pajamas. Jaemin and Renjun are already in their room watching their favorite series, Desperate Housewives.

“But, goodnight too, Chen.” She smiled and looked at the direction of Chenle’s house from next door, sighing before she closed her eyes to go to sleep.

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aechii · 2 years

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within me.

for jeno ;; angst fic

he believes letting you go is impossible, for you two are one.

"you drive me crazy, you know?"

you turn your head to face him, "i do?"

he nods, "yeah. so, so much."

you smile, and he revels in it, from head to toe. he claimed it was the first thing that tipped him over, made him fall heart first into a pit of drenching love. it was glimmering, in its own way, a sight to see and a sight to blind those who see.

it was a trap within itself, a siren's beautiful, gorgeous grin.

"why do you still love me, jeno?"

he continues picking at the grass, grabbing and tugging before the force of the rip sends his hand flying back. it falls limply in his lap, then he turns and looks at you, eyes brimming with tears and lips stretched in a close-lipped smile.

such a pretty, pretty boy.

"i don't know, y/n. i really don't know."

you take his cold hands in yours, "that's the journey, love. you don't have to know, until you can't know because you've finally let me go."

he shakes his head, "no, no."

silence engulfs his throat, and his mind frantically tries to form an excuse, "maybe you're within me, tied to every inch of my soul for eternity. i try to forget about you and move on but... but i just can't."

your ghosting touch cups his cheek, it feels so real, so alive. he thinks he can feel the warmth of skin, the gentle throbbing as blood surges through arteries and veins.

"it's going to be okay, jeno. i will be with you everyday, every second until the red string that ties your heart to mine dwindles and you don't feel me anymore."

his attention is elsewhere again, eyes a milky silver as they reflect the moonlight. he gazes above and below, switching constantly: confliction, or maybe confusion. yet you feel the pain and the anger, the aroma is pungent and saturated. it was almost intoxicating.

"you're with me forever, y/n."

he turns to look at you once again, but the grass beside him is bare and empty.

it hurts so fucking much.

a straying hand rakes the dirt, gathering soil beneath his nails before his rests his back upon the earth: the blood of unrest cries and he hears.

"forever and always."

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ohmygs-blog · 1 year

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texting your boyfriend! jeno

an insight to a relationship with jeno!

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technologyculturedneo · 2 years

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Among Us. Jaemin

“I wonder how you taste,”

PAIRING. Jaemin x Reader

SUMMARY. You don’t know whether you’re going crazy or have officially lost your mind. Years have passed since you’ve seen another human being. So when an old figure, of a familiar face comes by your line of vision, you feel like you’re dreaming...too bad he feels like he’s about to have a nightmare.

WARNING. Dark themes. Gore. Gruesome. Twisted. Cannibalisms

The Earth became uninhabitable. You could no longer see the vibrant colors in the sky when the sun rose in the morning and set in the night. The temperatures skyrocketed above the average to the point where if you stepped outside, your skin would fry in a few minutes. Fires tore through forests and demolished farms. The roads were littered with animal carcasses, sometimes even humans.

Humanity was forced to leave, forced to live in space for hundreds of years. Billions were left behind to die on Earth. Only the lucky ones were able to escape into space, but really, nobody was lucky in the end. The survivors in the space station were never happy and were always waiting for the day when they would be allowed back on Earth.

That day finally came after four hundred years. A completely new generation of humans had been born, still longing to go to Earth. The government officials had gathered everyone together and announced they would be sending one trainee to Earth to check the conditions. Doubtful whispered passed through the crowd, some claiming it was a “suicide mission.”

The officials hushed the crowd till their voices became whispers. Then they spoke. “Na Jaemin has been assigned the mission by the President.”

A cry rang out among the mass of people. All eyes turned to a woman standing in the back. Her eyes were glossy and her face was thin, framed by short black hair. It was Na Chung, Jaemin’s mother.

“He’s just a boy!” She cried out, clenching her fists.

“Jaemin is the right one for the job, ma’am,” the official responded, his voice monotone.

Chung shoved her way through the crowd, tears sliding down her cheeks, till she reached the front. “He’s all I have! Please, you can’t do this—”

“I’m afraid we can,” the officer said, a light mocking in his tone. He raised one gloved hand in the air and two officials joined Chung at her side, grabbing her by each arm. They coaxed her from the room, ignoring her cries of desperation. The crowd was deathly silent.

“It has been settled. Na Jaemin will go to Earth this coming full moon.”

The second week of October had passed and the moon was shining through the space station windows. Jaemin was getting ready in the boarding deck after he had said his goodbyes to his friends and family. He felt quite honored to have been chosen for this position. Five years ago, the love of his life, you were chosen to visit Earth. You haven’t come back since, and the authorities kept saying that life form had been established and maintained. He was glad that he would be among the first people ever to see the world that had been abandoned- to see you and how you’ve maintained it.

Random people would pat his shoulder or give a slight nod in his direction as he passed by. He didn’t understand why everyone had been so emotional saying goodbye. He was coming back, wasn’t he?

As the general handed him his instructions for when he arrived on Earth, he adjusted Jaemin’s helmet on his head. “Try to get as much information as you can,” the general said.

Jaemin nodded, and then said, “Should I bring back Earth samples? Maybe I could collect some dirt, or maybe a plant, if there are any.”

The general laughed bitterly, “‘Bring back?’ There’s no way back up from the Transport Pod, Na.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re staying down there.”

“For how long?”

“However long it takes for you to die. Days, hours, or seconds, who knows?”

Jaemin’s eyes widened as he took a step back in surprise. “I don’t understand, sir. This wasn’t part of my training.”

The general gripped his shoulder and pulled him toward two metal doors that slid open when they got near. “Don’t forget to keep us updated. You have that intercom in your suit for a reason.”

Before Jaemin could reply, he was pushed into the Transport Pod and the doors closed behind him. He stood, unmoving, for a moment, his thoughts running through his brain. He turned to the metal doors and pounded his fists on them.

“Please let me out! Anyone!” he cried, but got no response.

After a minute of silence, he let out a sigh and sat down in the fresh leather chair in the center of the pod. He ran his fingers across the dashboard, tapping buttons and flicking switches with blurry eyesight until the pod began to rumble. Jaemin clenched the armrests and pressed himself into the back of his chair. The Transport Pod slowly detached from the space station. Blinking his watery eyes away, Jaemin braced himself for what was about to come.

A sharp pain in Jaemin’s head and the smell of smoke woke him. Ever so slightly, he regained his vision. His head was rested across the dashboard of the pod, his body barely hanging onto the edge of the chair. Wires had fallen from the roof, the front window was cracked and glass was scattered everywhere. Once he became aware of the situation, he wondered how he had survived. Jaemin quickly realized that something was dripping down his uncovered forehead. He looked around the pod for his helmet and found it lying in the back, broken and splattered with thick red liquid.

He wiped his forehead and looked at his hand. He let out a little yelp of surprise, seeing that his hand was completely drenched in blood. Jaemin quickly stood up and leaned against the wall. He pried open the door and squinted as the harsh sunlight hit his face.

Earth wasn’t how Jaemin imagined it. The air was thick and cloudy. The sky was a deathly crimson color and the sun looked huge, bigger than it ever had from the space station. Jaemin figured whatever was on the ground was once grass, but it didn’t look like the grass in the station’s greenhouse. It was shriveled and dry and the ground underneath it was cracked and dusty. He seemed to have landed in an open field, but he could see the outline of barren trees in the distance. Everything seemed so different then what Jaemin had seen in pictures, but for some reason, he couldn’t help but smile.

He raised his finger to tap the intercom button on his suit, but then stopped. The government sent him here to die just so they could get some information about Earth. They knew Earth was still dangerous.

His smile disappeared quickly and he began to slowly walk away from the pod and towards the trees. He reached the top of a small hill and discovered a measly broken-down hut on the other side.

As the sun scorched his skin and head pounding, he descended the hill and made his way towards it.

When Jaemin reached for the door handle, the door completely fell off its hinges and into the hut. Dust flew up from every corner of the one-room house, sending Jaemin into a coughing fit and a sharp pain to his forehead. Inside the hut, there was a little cot in the corner and a desk beside it. Mold had taken over almost every part of the floor and parts of the walls.

Jaemin stepped inside and sat down on the old cot. He pulled open a few drawers in the desk until he found something.

A small, rectangular object was placed in the very back of the bottom drawer. He gently picked it up and held it close to his face, blinking sweat and blood off his eyelashes. There was a piece of tape stuck to it, and written on the tape were the words “goodbye to a world.” He studied the six buttons on the object, recognizing the symbols. He pressed the button that had a triangle on it, assuming it was the “play” button. As soon as he pressed it, two little wheels started to turn inside and a voice came from the device.

“Thank you,” It was a woman. A voice he remembered all too well. His eyes form tears as he slumps to the ground. Listening to your voice. He never thought he’d hear it again. But right now more than anything, it was the only voice he wanted to hear. Your voice sounded shaky. You were scared. “Though it's the end of the world, I’m glad that I’ve been here. I’m grateful to die here.”

You stopped speaking for a moment to take a strangled breath.

“And if it's true, that this is the end, I will surround this earth and hope that my bones may give way for a new generation.”

The recording ended too soon for Jaemin’s own liking. Jaemin hugged it to his chest and sighed. He wondered if you were still alive. He wondered how long the device had been sitting in the hut. He wiped some blood off of his neck and pressed play again. This time, your voice was slightly static.

He listened to the recording again, but he couldn’t hold back his tears this time.

Then a fourth time.

Jaemin had lost count of how many times he replayed your voice. When he pressed the play button again, he could no longer make out your words, but he knew them. Your voice no longer sounded like a woman. It was staticky and distorted, like a robot’s voice.

Jaemin tried to press play, but nothing happened. He clenched the recorder in his hand and stood up abruptly, throwing it against the wall in a fit of anger. The recorder shattered into pieces, shards of plastic flying across the room.

He sighed, falling to his knees. Images of you, his family, friends, and their goodbyes flickered through his mind. He wanted to go back.

But he couldn’t.

He brought his hands up to his face and clutched his head. He heard the sound of his hair squish when he touched it. It was blood.

Jaemin collapsed onto the floor. Overcome with exhaustion, he decided to rest. With your voice replaying in his head, his eyes closed as he muttered your words.

When he woke up the first thing his eyes latched to was a bottle near a window. The sun was setting, creating a hue of space voiding light. Being attracted to it, he awoke and made a move for the bottle. He picked it up noticing that it was stuffed with old worn out papers. After breaking it and assembling the papers together- he realized that they were journal entries. Most of them readable, others slightly damp by the ink, regardless their was only a few of the entries that were perfectly readable- and just from the first line alone, they seemed extraordinary.

The entries expressed anxious worries of the writer. The writer with limited supplies. The writer in question was female, but Jaemin refuses to believe it was you. Because the entries got darker and darker with mentions of blood shed and cannibalism. The writer, wrote in detail how she first started with the insects that crawled up her brother’s corpse. Somehow, he had gone out to look for food while she was sat in the cabin. When he arrived, a meaningless fight broke out. In frustration of the situation and their lack of supplies, her brother tried to force himself into her almost raping her. But then in a quick move she violently pushed him and he hit the back of his head on a desk and stopped moving. Along the lines as Jaemin reads, his eyes see the little brown wooden desk on the floor, and right there does he notice the stains on the wooden floors. The spot near the table is a dark shade of maroon while the rest of the floor is a thick brown color. He continues reading the disturbing detailed entry, finding it nerve wrecking. The female writer goes on to how she ate the grubs that crawled all over his dead body, she also drank a portion of his metallic blood when she couldn’t find water. After some days his blood became bitter, but the more bitter, the better it tasted. At some point, she would go out of her cabin in the daylight and search for water- she would mix the water with his blood and drank it.

Jaemin was disgusted and felt nausea every time she’d mention blood. She’d use the water to clean her brother’s face (mentioning as well how his skin felt more cold by the day). Everyday she’d go out in search for something to eat, encountering wandering animals. To Jaemin’s surprise, nothing seemed to scare her anymore. In the entries he read, she would describe the fight and taste of the animals she would kill. Jaemin hated, that in his head he could vividly see you killing the poor defenseless animals all because you were starving. He hated that you expressed your growing desire to eat your brother’s body. He hated how he moved to the next entry, only for you to express the craving for physical touch.

He was uncomfortable when he read how you humped onto your dead brother’s limp body. He was struck with unease and was paralyzed at how detailed everything was. Not only did you relieve yourself of pleasure using his dead body, but you would start mentioning how he came back to life. Jaemin didn’t want to say it out loud, neither did he want to believe it- but you had gone insane. Thea authorities lied when they said you found life form. What you found, was madness.

As each entry passes, as his eyes read over every word of your writing, he’s put to his limit when the revolting sight of you cutting up your brother’s arm... you cut pieces of his flesh and engulf them, upon reading how satisfied you were- he got up. He threw up on his empty stomach. He stumbled out the hut cabin and began running. There was no way he’d stay there.

A total of 4 days had passed by. Jaemin walked with yearning and longing in his heart, to go back home. He traversed by foot with a water bottle that was half full. His mission was simple trying to find any place to stay, live in the distorted land. The days felt like long hours and he couldn’t comprehend whether he was in control of his body- or his body was in control of him. It got hotter and hotter, and even at night, it was hot. Sweat plastered on his hair and he felt sharp headaches filling his head every time. Scorching gusts of wind kicked up, blowing sand on his face. The dry air swayed the sweat away, crusted his hair with grit, but nothing could take him away from the headache’s he’d feel constantly- and it didn’t help that he had a major cut scar and his head.

He drank much more water then expected and finished the entire bottle on the fourth day. There was nothing to see. He somehow ended up on dry lands. The cities were far behind, yet he continued in the dried wilderness of nothing. Twisted brittle shrubs looked exactly the same as the next. The empty homogeny lulled him into different sorts of daze. The will to live, long gone from his head. Night came faster then expected and Jaemin was so far gone and tired that it was hard for him to concentrate. There was more pain then he though there would be. All the muscles in his body rioted, cramping and spasming as he fought death.

He didn’t fight, but he kept getting that same sharp headache like pain. It was unbearable. He drifted and waited, his thoughts dripping in and out of memories without a pattern. He hummed a little lullaby while he was still lucid. A lullaby that surprisingly came from you- when you were still on the ship.

Upon thinking of you, he tries to erase the memory of the images he saw in his head of you slowly turning into an animal. He focused on thinking of how you were once, the love of his life. You and your brother, Jeno, had grown up on the same floor. You were practically neighbors. Jaemin remembered your beautiful voice and how you’d sing a lot on the ship. He recalled how your voice used to calm down the elders who still had the trauma of leaving earth. Your voice was the key to peace on the ship. On top of that, your voice, was the only thing he loved to hear when the two of you would sneak out of your rooms and head to the artificial dock. From there, the both of you could see a spectacular view of the universe.

You were only 16 years old when you disappeared. But he remembered how you pressed your head on the side of his shoulder as you hummed quietly to the view of stars.

The both of you were feeling so in love, that the idea came out natural. You looked into his eyes and he looked into yours. When you removed your clothes and he did so as well, you both knew that it’s what you wanted. Even though you were younger than him by two years, you both knew it was love when he put himself in you.

There were so many things he wanted to tell you that night.

Later on, after a satisfying lust and exchange of body fluids, you laid in bed together, your hands stroking his hair with your head on his chest and his hand fumbling with your boob just playing with the soft nipple bud. He wanted to kiss you, to tell you he loved you yet nothing was said, you could both feel it. 5 years have passed. You would’ve been 21, the perfect age to start a life together. He would’ve been more than pleased to be by your side.

Even though the disturbing entries he read days ago had your name imprinted on all the pages, he still wanted to see you. To know if you were alive. But so far, in the quiet places he was on, he knew that you were far gone.

As his thoughts ramble on thinking about you in the dark and silent timeless space, he hears a sound.

Not sure if he was imagining it, he kept his eyes closed, feeling the lids too heavy to open up. In fact, his whole body was weak and he couldn’t even bring up a sing muscle. His throat dry as fuck. Something shook him and pulled his numb arms and dragged him. He was sure it was Death, or even an animal. He waited. Waited for the teeth cuts to claw into his skin, or for the slobbering to drip down his face. However, when he felt that he was still being pulled, he was stunned that the pulling soon turned to pushing before his face was away from the sand and inclined upwards. Something poured over his face- it was wet and cool and...impossible. It dribbled over his eyes washing the grit away. At this point, his eyes flattered, blinking against the dripping. He didn’t care about the grit that got into his eyes.

His chin arched up, desperately searching , his mouth opening and closing to get the source. The water flowed into his mouth before he gulped on it and choked on it. It really is impossible for their to be water from the sky. Is it rain? Although he carried on choking on the water- the moment it stopped flowing his arms shot up like the speed of light and grasped out for the source.

A flat, heavy hand pounded his back until he could breathe, his hand still clutching the air looking the water.

This time, when he hears a sound, he knows it’s a sound.

Something presses to his cracked lips and the water flowed again. He takes his time to drink it- afraid that it might get taken away again. He drank and drank until his belly stretched and ached. His sure that the bottle is empty but that doesn’t stop him from hoarsely crying in protest. Thankfully another rim is pressed to his lips. He gulped it down until it was empty too.

Another mouthful would erupt his stomach. He blinked slowly and tried to focus, to see if he could find more. It was too dark, he could not see a single star. And then he blinked again and realized that the darkness was much closer then the sky- but it wasn’t the darkness it was a figure hovering over him.

Was that... Is that... You?

Your lips... they’re moving but he can’t hear anything. Weakly stretching his hand out, they lightly touch out to your face. Your lips crack into a little smile, sighing out when you notice he’s not dead.

“Jaemin... You’re really alive?”

“I’m alive?” Jaemin’s croaked voice voices out in a confused manner. “You’re alive,” His lips try to form a smile, but with so much draining energy he ends up letting his eyes do the expression of how happy he is.

You chuckle, the sound of your voice sends tingles to his ears. “It’s been a while since they’ve sent down another person...” You giggle biting your lip. This time, Jaemin’s ears catch on to how eerie it sounds. “I’ve been so hungry.” Your voice fades off just as his eyes notice your hand slowly rising with a knife. You lean in close and with your bad breath you dive in for his lips.

He begins to struggle, unable to break free from your tight lips on his. Only when a tight knot enters his stomach does he feel the pain all over his body react to the new founding pain over his abdomen. Jaemin would do absolutely anything, to have you look at him with love again, but the crazy look in your eyes right now- is far from what he wants. You’re sad, happy, lost, confused, distressed, but the look above all is want... you want him.

You want him so badly, that this hallucination that your kissing seems so real and it is all that you want. You’ll probably regret it later, but the hunger takes over you.

“Jaemin,” You breath out breaking away from the kiss. “I’m so hungry. If you’re really real, please forgive me. I’m just so hungry, and you look so delicious right now. I wonder how you taste. Forgive me.”

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