a/n; jeno would so think chan’s accent is sexy. it’s probably canon.
cw: drinking & cursing we’re so bad, blast from the past, rich!chenle, jeno calls reader “pretty” as a pet name
summary: you & jihyo arrive to this party expecting literally nothing weird to happen. and like.. why?
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the concept of a frat house mogging your beautiful childhood home to hell… swallowing down the nerves that came with showing up at a college party, you knocked politely on the white door of the mansion that stood before you.
“hello, hello!”
“hey, come in!” the host of the party opened the door almost immediately after you knocked, “i feel like i haven’t seen you guys in forever.”
chenle opened the door wider to let you and jihyo inside. “y/n, if you’re looking for jeno, i think he’s like, deeply immersed in a game of beer pong right now. in the kitchen,” chenle pointed into the house, “it’s to the left. make yourselves at home!”
“thank youu.”
this had to have been the nicest frat house you had ever seen. it was a relatively modern building but with high ceilings, walls full of art and family photos, and sideboards decorated with beautiful ornaments. and to say there was a full party going on, the place looked super sleek and clean.
hand in hand, you and jihyo made tracks towards the kitchen of this big ass house. there were people in every corner and crevice and at one point you swore you were being stared at by some guy but you opted to ignore it. you were not gonna let some random creep ruin your night, you literally just got here.
“jeno!” you let go of your best friend to run into jeno’s open arms.
“hey, pretty, you showed up.”
you smiled at him, “i’m not a fan of frats, but i am a fan of parties so. here i am. oh, haechan’s here!”
“hey, guys.” before jeno could register the origin of this voice, haechan piggy-backed onto him, patting his chest from behind, “the gangs all here. hey, ji.”
“hi, haechi! …jeno.” jihyo squinted her eyes knowingly at jeno, earning a subtle elbow from you.
“i thought you said this was a frat party? i’m not really getting a frat house vibe.” you scanned over the modern mansion in genuine confusion.
“it’s not an actual frat party but there are fratboys present so i just thought i’d warn you guys. it’s the chenle’s parents house, actually.”
“oh, shit. i knew he was rich but… damn.”
jihyo laughed at your blunt reaction, “ok! i’m gonna go and get a drink. bye losers.”
“bye, jihyo.” you waved her off before turning back to jeno. “sooo. did you win at beer pong?”
“absolutely not, angel. brutally lost.”
“ooh. that’s pretty unattractive.”
haechan hissed dramatically — as if he didn’t have a massive hand in their teams loss, “cold.”
jeno laughed at you, “it is? how do i recover?”
“uh…”
ou. the river of witty comebacks runneth dry, it seems.
“oh, are you hesitating? that’s new from you. i’m obviously more attractive than you’re letting on.”
heat rose up the back of your neck. why was that kinda smooth? why was he smiling like that? why were you lowkey getting nervous? this is jeno we’re dealing with. how can you be shy around someone you’ve seen butt, booty, ass naked? multiple times, might i add.
“maybe, uhm, get me a drink? —is how you recover?”
“yeah,” jeno scratched his head, furrowing his brows at you. “yeah, okay…”
jihyo had definitely gotten in your head that morning. never, in your entire friendship with jeno, did you ever feel shy with him. you thought you were going crazy.
a low whistle pulled you out of your frantic thoughts, “awk-ward.”
“can you not.” you frowned at haechan, “i don’t even know what that was.”
“that makes two of us. did you guys fight or something?”
you leant up against a huge kitchen dining table, looking down at your shoes, “no, we’re like, super good right now. i don’t think we really ever fight.”
“well, that’s not good.”
“wait, really?” you turned to look up at him.
“yeah, couples need to fight sometimes to keep that fire alive. obviously.”
you glared at him, “you’re not funny. and you’re gonna make it worse. anyway, i thought you hated the idea of us being together?”
“yeah, i did because i thought it could fuck up or friendship in the future. however, that was if you actually dated. but you’re just doing whatever this is instead, so i don’t care.” haechan shrugged.
“right.”
way to put things into perspective.
as jeno was making you a little cocktail on the opposite side of the kitchen, one of his friends; mark, appeared beside him. smelling very… budweisery.
“jenoo.” mark called out a little too loud and a little too close to jeno’s ear, the beer in his hand coming way too close to spilling. “i’ve been looking for you man.”
“you liar.” jeno topped off your drink with cold cranberry juice from chenle’s fridge, “i saw you earlier and you did not care.”
“shit, really? well, i’m not wearing my glasses, so… uh, what’re you making?”
“drink for y/n.”
“aw. what drink?”
“vodka cranberry.” despite the fact that he had been finished making your drink, jeno had been stood frozen by the countertop for like 15 seconds now. “i think i’m in a really weird situation.”
mark frowned, “oh, uh. like how?”
“like, i think i wanna fuck y/n.”
“pfft. thought you were already doing that.”
ignoring the fact that he definitely did not tell mark about that, jeno continued, “like officially.”
mark’s eyes widened in, honestly, a pretty slow reaction. he was wasted. “oh my god, dude. you love her?”
jeno pushed marks head to the side with his palm, almost throwing him off balance. “no, stupid. i just.. i think i wanna date her. or i think i already am. but i don’t wanna think. i wanna know.”
the status of you and jeno’s relationship was truly a mindfuck to him. he had no idea what was right and what was weird, what’s normal and what’s too far in this friendship. the line between friends and lovers was blurry to him.
“we kiss and cuddle and shit and we like... have sleepovers and she visits me at work sometimes— i don’t know. i feel weird. i think i need certainty.”
mark just gave jeno a slightly heavy-lidded smile, “you wanna have her babies, dude, and that’s okay.” he was almost slurring his words, “just tell her she’s beautiful and that you want her to be yours. pretty simple stuff.”
“wow. your drunk advice is starkly different to your sober advice.” his heavy hand landed on mark’s shoulder, “i’ll take all this into account.”
mark returned the gesture slamming his palm into jeno’s shoulder. “you better.”
“hey.” maybe 5 minutes after he left, jeno returned with your drink, tapping your shoulder before holding it up with an endearing smile,“vodka cranberry?”
god he was cute.
“thank you, neno. what, uh, took you so long?”
“i think mark has had one too many.” he turned around, leading your eyes towards mark who was laughing way too much at whatever the fuck yuta was saying. which honestly was actually pretty normal for him. “but yeah, we ended up talking about random shit.”
you tilted your head at him, “like what?”
blood rushed to jeno’s face. now it was his turn to be nervous. “just bullshit. nothin crazy.”
“but like, what though?”
oh, yknow, just about how we cuddle, fuck and see eachother so often that we might as well be dating.
“well, i just think—
your conversation with jeno was interrupted by a tap on your shoulder. you turned around.
“oh, chenle, what’s up! nice house.”
“yknow my brother? kun?”
who..?
“who?”
“ah— never mind.” chenle waved his hand at you, “one of my brother’s friends is asking for you. he said my brother told him you were here.”
this made you raise a brow. you had encountered chenle in person like 5 times in the past year, never met chenle’s brother, how the fuck would you know his brother’s friend.
“uhm, what’s his name?”
“chris.” …
your brows came together. “chris who?”
“bahng.”
oh.
chenle just smiled in your face of panic. he had no idea, whatsoever, of what he had just done to your brain.
it’s not like you broke up on bad terms, you just didn’t see eye to eye. but then again, you still moved away to avoid having to see him again.
“um yeah, okay, where is he?”
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chenle had led you to a dimly lit room with an insanely big tv screen and theatre-like seats. presumably some sort of media room. what the fuck do chenle’s parents do for work..? your eyes scanned the room for any sign of familiarity until, finally, they landed on him.
as soon as your eyes locked onto his, chan smiled and got up, walking over to where you were stood at the door. you figured you should be the first to greet him after all this time. it’s the polite thing to do.
“how the fuck are you even here?” you blinked at him. he looked so different…
he obviously looked older, but he also looked inexplicably changed. like whatever was going on inside had seeped out to show on his face. and his hair was darker, jet black now, and a little straighter than it used to be.
“hello to you, too. i could ask you the same thing, what’re you doing here?”
“chenle’s a mutual friend.”
his eyes lit up, “oh, really? kun invited me. chenle’s brother. he’s never mentioned you.”
“chenle’s a distant mutual friend.”
wow, okay. you really thought that moving closer to college would create substantial distance between you and chan. whole time he was your friend’s friend’s brother’s friend. small world.
“wait, how’d you know i was here?” you side-eyed him.
“kun said he thought he saw you with one of chenle’s friends so i asked about you.”
so the guy staring at you weirdly was chenle’s brother. right.. right.
“honestly, i can’t believe it was actually you.”
your brows came together in confusion, “is it that hard to believe?”
“i guess i genuinely didn’t think i’d see you again, in person.”
“huh. i guess me neither.”
chan ran a hand through his newly darkened hair, “well, uh, what are you doing now? you’re still in uni right?”
“yup. hasn’t been that long, chan.” you tried so hard not to smile at his dumb comment.
“ah, my bad. feels like we’ve been apart forever.”
“god, christopher,”
he raised his hands in surrender, “woah, full government name.”
“you really haven’t changed much at all.”
“well, it hasn’t been that long has it. i still have time.”
you rolled your eyes. yeah, talking to him has to have been one of your shittiest ideas. because with the way this man oozes charm, it’s damn near impossible to be immune. and the worst part is, he is totally aware of it.
“hey,” chan lessened the gap between the two of you ever so slightly, he lowered his voice, “i remember what i said, y/n, and i do miss you.”
his eyes searched yours as your mouth opened and closed a few times as you tried to think of something to say in response, but you genuinely couldn’t. not that you would need to anymore though.
“y/n, you’re here! hey, you.” jeno dropped his arm around your shoulder from behind, resting his chin on your head. he then looked up at bangchan, deepening his voice and pointing. “and you, hello.”
someone’s definitely tipsy. and it’s not you. and it’s not chan.
“jeno, hey!” you turned to face him, “had a little drink?”
“just a little.” he brought his forefinger and thumb together to show you just how little. oh, brother.
“sure. oh, chan, this is jeno.”
something resembling disappointment settled on chan’s features. because, who the fuck is this guy. like, yeah it’s apparently ‘jeno’ but like.. who is he to you.
jeno just waved at him with an expression of oblivious joy. he showed absolutely no signs of registering the shift in atmosphere that he set off with his whimsical presence.
“hi. i’m chris, nice to meet you.” he didn’t bother to hold out his hand for jeno to shake. a stoic nod of acknowledgement seemed enough to him in this moment.
“ou, nice accent, chris. very sexy—“
“okay! jeno, did you like, have something to tell me? you were looking for me?”
“oh yah, we’re playing a game. haechan told me to round people up cus he doesn’t wanna look sad for suggesting a middle school game that no one wants to play.”
“hah, okay. chan you coming?”
he pursed his lips in feigned deep thought, “i think i’m good. i’ll see you later.” before turning back into the media room from which he came.
you and jeno trailed through the house, back to the kitchen and to your surprise all of the alcohol and mixers had been removed from the kitchen island onto the counters and replaced by a cross legged lee donghyuck. chenle’s worst nightmare.
while haechan started acting like he owned the place and explaining game rules to all of 7 people, jeno leaned in to whisper to you. “why did you keep calling that chris guy ‘chan’? is that like a nickname or something?”
you dropped your head onto his shoulder, this is the crossover no one needs, you thought.
“uh, yeah.”
“hm. how do you even know one of chenle’s brother’s friends?” he scratched the back of his head.
“i’m not gonna lie, it’s kind of a long story.”
“ok… you wanna tell me about it?”
you shook your head against his arm, “nah. maybe later.”
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“oh, you’re fucking kidding me, y/n.”
you threw your head back onto the couch with laughter. was it that big of a deal?
“you know i had an ex that i was getting over when we met. what is the big deal?”
“yeah, but you dated that guy?” jeno looked at you in pure astonishment, before turning to jihyo on her armchair, “did you know?”
“obviously, i’ve been around longer than you.” she scoffed at him.
“no, no, no, i mean did you know he was there?”
“ohhh. yeah, no. and i’m so mad i missed it, actually. i would have loved watching you embarrass yourself.”
you pushed your fingers into your hair, “guys, it’s not that deep.”
jeno threw you an incredulous look, “do you not remember the exchange?”
“i don’t wanna remember the exchange.”
despite her best efforts to stop, this made jihyo start laughing again.
“leave me alone, i was like, borderline wasted.”
“i’d have to be blackout to ever say some shit like that to him.”
“yeah, well i don’t know the guy.” jeno frowned. “wait, why’d you guys break up in the first place?”
jihyo pursed her lips. “ooh. kill the mood, jeno.”
you sat up, “oh, no, um. we kinda just weren’t good for each other. like we weren’t into the same stuff and then i felt like he was just with me to parade me around. i don’t know if he felt that way about it— anyway! yeah, we did not,” you pushed your two pointer fingers together, “work out.”
jihyo just rubbed her temple, “dear god…”
“so… okay. so you ended on good terms. and now he’s back in the picture thanks to fuck ass chenle. i’m screwed.”
“why, are you jealous?” you poked at his arm & jeno screwed his eyes shut.
“no.” that’s.. that’s crazy! no way!
“well, why then?”
he blinked at you, then looked at jihyo, then back to you.
“does jihyo know..?”
“know what, jeno? got something to tell me?” she raised an accusatory brow at him.
“ji, stop. yes, she obviously knows.”
“okay, well. if chris finds out i’m actively smashing his ex girlfriend, he might get a little mad.”
“mm. i kinda don’t think he’ll care.”
jihyo chimed in, “yeah, he prides himself on being this really carefree guy. real chill.”
yeah. you thought.
a/n; yeah i’m sure he’s not gonna care. why would he? why would anyone in this situation? …🤣
cw: haechan, jeno calls reader ‘pretty girl’, ‘baby’, ‘angel’ and ‘honey’, cursing, smut — p in v, office sex
summary: i’ve heard of friends with benefits but this is just ridiculous ✶ takes place about a year after they meet
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lee jeno took his precious time in every aspect of life. he took his time in the shower, he took his time getting up for work, he took his time talking to you. and he credited his non-existent sense of urgency to his sentimental nature. he would always specify;
‘i take my time with the things i value.’
and even though it got him in deep shit at work, it was one of the many things you liked about him. because it showed he truly cared about every little thing in his life. you included.
“jeno lee! you have to wake up!” an overly joyful and sing-songy tone made jeno’s ear twitch in his sleep.
taking your time is so lovely and cute and romantic until you’re late for a 6 hour shift. especially when it already starts in the middle of the day.
“come on, you’re late.” a soft hand ruffled his hair and, half-conscious, he attempted to swat it away.
jeno grumbled. “fuck off...”
“alright, i tried to be nice.”
slap
“ow, you fucking—! ow!” jolting up in his bed, jeno clutched his reddening chest, “haechan, you’re such a dick.”
“your alarm has been going off for god knows how long and it’s pissing me off. i was just gonna ask where your phone is so i can turn it off.” haechan smiled sweetly at him.
as the pain subsided, realisation dawned on jeno. he was so fucking late.
“lee jeno, you are so fucking late.” as expected, one of his supervisor was on his ass. again. “we’ve been working with one cashier for the past 40 minutes. it’s midday, it’s busy. what do i even pay you for?”
“uh, you you’re not the one who pays me.”
this earned jeno a flick to the forehead, “uh, that’s not the point is it? just get to work, ‘cus im not getting in trouble for you.”
work at a cafe, they said. it’ll be chill and easy money, they said. bullshit.
rubbing the tiredness from his eyes on his way to the closet in the back, jeno grabbed his apron, before going out to take orders on the second counter.
“whew! jun is not happy today, huh?” hendery whispered from the counter beside him.
“really? didn’t notice.” jeno didn’t even bother to turn to him.
“wow, ok.”
“hey, what can i— oh, y/n!” jeno’s dead eyes lit up when he saw you, “what uh, what can i get for you?”
what a lucky coincidence for jeno that most of the times you would come in, he was on shift.
“you can get me a… hm.” you pretended to scan the menu behind him for a second, knowing you always get the same thing, “let me get a strawberry smoothie.”
jeno raised his brows with a smirk, whilst punching your order into the ipad, “trying something new, are we?”
you squinted at him, playfully. “shut up, jeno.”
“and what percentage will you be tipping?” he turned the ipad towards you.
“uh, i’m not tipping you for tapping on an ipad.”
he gave you the most sarcastic customer service smile possible, “alrighty! that’ll be $4.25.”
“thanks, neno.” you dragged out the last letter of his nickname, “by the way, when do you get off work again?”
jeno’s lips curled into a mischevious smirk, “6:30.”
“cool. i’ll see you later.”
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“fuck, are you sure there's no camera in here?” you whined as jeno fucked his dick into you against the back office desk.
“yes, baby, no one’s gonna see.”
“is it bad that i kinda want someone to?”
jeno laughed into the crook of your neck, “you’re so freaked out.”
“i’m not,” you laughed at him, holding his shoulders tighter to brace yourself, “i’m just trying to make light of my paranoia.”
speeding up his pace a little, jeno lifted your legs to wrap around him, “well, don’t think about that. if you don’t want that to happen— shit, i won’t let it.”
you were getting so wet now that he was sliding in and out of you with ease.
“you feel so fucking good.” you threw your head back in pleasure, “think i’m gonna cum.”
“yeah?” jeno licked over your lips before pressing a kiss on them, hips never faltering in their rhythm, “you gonna come for me?”
the way your legs squeezed around his waist at his filthy words was bringing jeno closer to the edge.
“jeno…”
“look at me,” his brows were knit together, “please, look at me when you cum.”
you forced your eyes open to make eye contact with him and as soon as you did, your orgasm hit you, making your thighs quiver around his waist.
jeno started to drag sloppy kisses down the expanse of your neck, thrusts getting less rhythmic and calculated.
“awh, you feel so good. fuck, i’m cumming, angel.” jeno pulled out of you and jerked himself desperately against you. finishing with a moan, he shot his spend onto your inner thigh.
jeno picked you up off the desk and gently placed you down onto your wobbly feet. breathlessly, he rested his head on your shoulder for a moment. his chest heaved, “that was so fucking hot.”
like you hadn’t heard that before. the two of you were like a broken record. every time jeno was allowed to count himself lucky enough to get a late, lock up shift, he would let you know and fuck you in an office that wasn’t his. like clockwork.
he grabbed some tissues out of a nearby kleenex and wiped the jizz off your thigh, carelessly throwing it into a nearby trash can, as you pulled your skirt back down. hopefully renjun wouldn’t care to look into how one singular ball of tissues got into his trash can after the cleaners had already left.
“neno?” you batted your long lashes up at him and his eyes softened. how was he supposed to deny anything you asked of him.
“yes, pretty girl.” he started to zip up his pants.
“can i get a ride home?”
“course, honey. how’d you get here?” jeno grabbed his car keys from on top of the cabinet he set them on and started to walk you out.
“well, i figured after you dicked me down against renjun’s desk, i’d be to tired to drive home so i just ubered here.”
you were met with a wide-eyed blank stare, “huh. makes sense.”
after you almost dozed off on the car ride there, jeno walked you up to your shared apartment with jihyo.
after breaking up with chris, the idea of staying in the same neighbourhood as him made you uncomfortable. despite the somewhat sweet way in which you parted, the thought of running into him whilst on a walk or at the store made your heart sink to your ass.
“jihyo, i’m home and i brought jeno.”
a faint affirmative hum could be heard from jihyo’s room. she did not gaf.
“jeno, are you sleeping over?”
“yeah, i’m tired as fuck.” he stretched dramatically, “got a 9am tomorrow.”
“damn. why didn’t you just drive us back to your place then?”
“god, no.” you and haechan together for an extended period of time was the last thing he needed. “haechan got alcohol poisoning and now he’s on a going out hiatus. he’s home so often, i don’t even wanna be there anymore.”
“you’re so mean,” you laughed at him, “‘cus you know you love him.”
“in small doses, sure.”
you could almost see a lightbulb flick on above his head. “yknow what else i love?”
“what?”
suddenly, you felt yourself rise off the ground, “jeno!”
“sleeping in your bed.”
jeno lifted you over his shoulder and walked into your room where he dropped you on the bed. he pushed down his work trousers, lifted his shirt over his head and immediately got comfortable in your bed as if it was his.
“you’re so.. i don’t even have words for you, sometimes.”
“you wanna cuddle?” he suggested, gently tugging at your shirt.
getting up from the bed, you pushed his arms off of you, “i’m not even in my pyjamas yet, chill.”
you started undressing, while scanning the messy room for your pjs and you could see jeno’s bottom lip slide between his teeth in your peripheral vision.
“yeah don’t get any ideas mr ‘i have a 9am tomorrow’. you’re always late for everything.”
“i’m not getting ideas, i’m admiring the beauties of the world.”
“my ass cheeks?”
a goofy laugh rumbled through his chest, “you said it.”
“alright, stop.”
jeno just pursed his lips in defeat, watching you get under the covers next to him. you reckon it took jeno about 4 minutes of silence before he poked his finger into your cheek, “y/n. are you sleeping.”
“are you a child?”
visibly offended, jeno retracted his finger, “you get cranky as fuck when you’re tired, you know that?”
“i actually do know that, and considering how much time we spend around each other, you should too.”
“touché. can we cuddle still?”
you groaned, “cmere.”
opening your arms, you held jeno close to your chest. “nigh, jeno.”
“goodnight.”
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the living room table was unusually silent. usually, jihyo had a lot to say in the morning — she starts talking and you bounce off her energy. but today? yeah, something was off.
“you and jeno are so weird.”
oh, okay.
you almost choked on your cereal. why was jihyo trying to clock you this early in the day, “excuse me?”
the weirdness™️ between you and jeno was strictly unspoken. neither of you exactly knew what was going on. you were floating through life on blissfull ignorance.
“i heard you last night,” she scrunched her face up, “are you two dating yet or what?”
“uhm…” you thought hard “what.”
“you and i both know that wasn’t an actual option, stupid.”
in truth, the two of you were like that one annoying couple that everyone hated — except, you weren’t a couple. you and jeno claimed to be the best of friends and all the kissing, cuddling, occasional fucking… that was just friends helping eachother out. nothing more.
“he’s my friend, ji.” you scratched the back your head nervously.
“what kind of guy friend begs you to cuddle when he stays over?” she raised a brow at you.
“a best friend..?”
“sure, girl. and you’re fucking him, too? that’s your man.”
your chest tightened. “ji.. stop.”
“ou, y/n has a boyfriendd.” she sang, poking at your shoulder
“jihyo—“ your protest against ji’s teasing was cut off by your phone vibrating against the table. no way it’s him.
you picked up your phone, inwardly sighing at the .5 picture of jeno that illuminated the screen.
“be normal.” staring daggers at an overly smiley jihyo, you answered the phone. “hi, neno, what’s up?”
“on a scale of one through ten, how much can you tolerate frat boys?”
“i’m gonna go with a negative 2 on that one, jen. why?”
jeno’s excited voice rattled through the speaker, “chenle is throwing this huge party. he said i should invite you and jihyo.”
a frat party… hell no girl.
“wait, yes, that sounds so fun,” you looked to ji to try and gage any sort of reaction from her, “when is it?”
“in a couple days, i’ll text you the details.”
“awesome.” you hung up and turned to jihyo, shaking her shoulders, “we’re going to a party!”
a/n; has a fanfic frat party ever ended well? idk…
summary: how would your neo bf react if you came home tipsy / drunk 👀
johnny ₊˚. ✧
he opens the door to the sound of your uncoordinated knocks and gives you a frowny smile. not that he’s disappointed at your state — more worried about the fact that you’re gonna feel this in the morning. he prepares a bowl and grabs you some water just in case.
“did you have a good time, honey?” “make sure you drink all of the water, okay?”
taeyong ₊˚. ✧
when you come home from the bar, taeyong is excited to see you. he wraps you up in a hug and you giggle dizzily into his shoulders. he tells you how he spent the night but doesn’t fail to let you that it can’t have been as much fun as whatever you were doing tonight. if it were up to him, he would have tagged along but alas; he understands the boundaries of having a friends only night.
“i’ve been thinking about you all night, i was getting lonely.” “you had fun right? i knew it.”
yuta ₊˚. ✧
when you get home yuta doesn’t even hear you come in, he comes to the kitchen to get a snack and there he sees you slumped against the counter. you may have drank a little too much. he pouts at you — he feels bad that you feel shitty, but selfishly, he’s also grateful for the opportunity to baby you. he gets you a bottle of water and invites you to curl up on his chest on the couch. rubbing your back and pressing a million kisses to your hair and forehead.
“aw, you drank to much, huh, princess?” “you can sleep it off on me and i’m sure you’ll feel better soon enough.” “you want a blanket or are you too warm?”
doyoung ₊˚. ✧
when he hears the racket you make on your way in, he swears he’s getting robbed. he tiptoes into the front room cautiously, only to be met with you looking sloppy as hell. then he rolls his eyes. you run to him, obviously, slinking your arms around his neck because he just looks so sweet and huggable. even after you startled him half to death out of his peaceful sleep. reluctantly, he returns your hug, because as much as he wants to stand on his annoyance, he could never stay mad at you.
“you scared the shit out of me.” “you’re okay, though? i’m glad you made it home okay.”
jaehyun ₊˚. ✧
after fiddling with the key at the door for god knows how long, you wobble into the house, humming a new song you shazamed in the club. jaehyun just watches with a smirk on his face. you’re trying to get through the house to change into sweats or pajamas or whatever but every once in a while, he very gently pokes at your shoulder to see you change the direction of your walking. he thinks messing with your drunk self is the funniest shit ever.
when jungwoo opens the door to you, he almost can’t believe what he’s seeing. he has only seen you with alcohol in your system like twice and you were hardly two drinks in on both occasions. this was a stark difference. you blinked up at him in a half-lidded stare, telling him you’re sooo tired and you’re never drinking again. he could only laugh. seeing you drunk was an experience in itself.
“omo…”
mark ₊˚. ✧
when you come home from your bottomless brunch with a dopey smile on your face and phone threatening to drop from your hand at any moment, mark knows exactly what went down. he’s stifling laughter watcing you verbalise your inner monologue and stumble on the way to grabbing some water. he can’t decide whether it’s the cutest or funniest thing. either way, he’s laughing at you. that is before he has to lock into his crazy reflexes and save your phone from smashing to pieces.
“ooh, someone had fun.” “hey, how many fingers am i holding up?”
haechan ₊˚. ✧
it’s around 10pm when you knock at the front door, you didn’t wanna stay out too late because you knew your man would miss you. that being said— you shouldn’t have been worrying about that tonight. he might as well have been there with you. similar to taeyong, haechan couldn’t stand the fomo, but instead of getting bored waiting, he decided to just have a party of his own and bust out the most expensive bottle of wine he could find.
“haechan, baby, why do you smell of alcohol?”
“why do you smell of alcohol?”
a/n; made this instead of securing my 8hrs sleep cs i’m a #youngho
synopsis: jeno comes to jihyo’s because it’s closer to the bar and he wanted to save on an uber… cheap ass
cw: cursing, sex mentions, flirty!jeno
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jihyo let out a deep sigh, before yanking open the front door of her apartment. it’s always something with these guys.
“bout time! hey, jihyo,” his eyes shifted to you and ever so slightly widened, “jihyo’s friend. hi beautiful.”
oh hello. you just smiled and waved.
“no, no, no. you’re not coming in if you’re gonna do that. why are you even at my apartment? i thought you had your own place.”
jeno let himself in, going straight for the couch, “uh.. i do. i just thought since you were already supposed to pick me up, you wouldn’t mind me paying a visit.”
“well, why didn’t haechan take you home?”
“drunk.”
defeatedly, jihyo plopped down onto the couch beside him, “why didn’t chenle take you home?”
“tipsy.”
“mark?”
“he wasn’t even there. am i that bad of a guest? want me to leave?”
jihyo sighed, “i kinda already have company. and this isn’t exactly some sort of huge condo.”
you looked up from your phone to chime in, “yeah, where you gonna sleep?”
jeno looked you up and down with a smile as well as something else in his expression that you couldn’t quite grasp. he patted the area of empty fabric between him and jihyo, “right here on this comfy little couch! unless you have somewhere else to put me up?” he raised a brow at you.
jihyo raised a cautionary finger at him, “uh, she just moved in about a week ago, she doesn’t need to be taking responsibility for you.”
jeno shrugged in response.
you felt that you were falling for some sort of trick— but upon first meeting him, the charm was really working on you. you had heard about him when jihyo would occasionally talk about her friends from high school that she’s still in touch with; you just didn’t expect this, i guess.
“i’ll just sleep on the couch. you don’t have to worry about me.”
jihyo was first to get up and make her way to the room, mumbling something about being too tired for this and you followed after her, halting at her doorway. you whispered, “ji.. who is that man.”
“i’ve told you about jeno a bunch of times…”
you carded your fingers into your hair, “i feel like i’m discovering him for the first time. you should have shown me a picture.” you kept your voice hushed.
“i have…” jihyo laughed at you, “go to bed.”sending you off in the direction of your room at the end of the hall.
a/n; & haechan not in the dream gc rn bcs whenever jeno gets aggravated, instead of blocking gracie abrams, he kicks him out the gc
