May I request anything something cute n fluffy with Either Sion or Riku or Yushi? :)
*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: i don´t hate u ✧
. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋsummary A study group, a quiet library, and someone who seems to hate you too much. Riku was always distant, until the looks last longer, the explanations become closer, and the tension is no longer just awkwardness.
. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋpairing student!riku x student!fem!reader
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋgenre fluff & agnst?, enemies to (almost) lovers, high school au
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋnote hii everyone!! sorry but i was trying to relax during my holidays.. it was my birthday and other stuff but i wanted to write something again bc i miss u!! hope u like it, i tried my best. i didnt revised it, and it probably has mistakes and other things.. srry
“Sorry, am I late?” you asked worriedly as you sat down at the library table.
After constantly failing simple high school tests, you decided to take action and change your deplorable situation: you joined a study group. It's just fun enough that you don't want to leave, and you get along with most of the group, except for one person.
Riku.
He wasn't by any means the smartest in the group, but he was definitely the grumpiest and most judgmental. Your natural clumsiness always seemed to irritate him in a way that was hardly concealed. His body language, like his jaw clenching, making his teeth grind loudly for you who are a few feet away, like his breathing becoming heavy, like him looking away while wetting his lips. You know you don't fit in, but he doesn't have to be so torturous about it.
“Don't worry, it's okay. We hadn't even started,” the group leader replies kindly.
You take the books out of your backpack and place them on the table, and when you look up, you seek his gaze, knowing what to expect. He is staring at you, without making a sound or any detectable gesture, and when you discover him, he hides it. You can't help but wonder for a moment: why does he dislike you so much when the others don't even seem irritated by your actions? You don't understand. Maybe he sees you differently.
But you're not there to get the approval of some random nerd, you're there to learn chemistry, physics, and literature.
The rest of the time, you don't even notice it. You're trying to concentrate on what they're explaining and the words in the books so you can retain something, even the bare minimum, in order to pass your final exams. What's more, you usually continue studying at home when something isn't clear enough to you.
But sometimes you stay in the library a little longer before it closes if there's something you need that you don't have at home. Usually, you're the only one in the group who does that, because the others aren't like you, and after an hour and twenty minutes of studying, they've got everything stored away in their brains. But on that day, just that day, there's someone else from the group there. And it's the person you like the least.
As soon as you notice that he's staying late, you pretend that you're going home too, but you just walk to the other end of the building so you don't run into him. You do this for him, of course, so that he doesn't accidentally knock a bookshelf over on his head because of you and die.
Your bag is resting on the chair next to where you are sitting. A potpourri of pencils and markers are scattered across the chocolate brown wood of the table, accompanied by two notebooks and a couple of loose sheets of paper, photocopies, discarded notes, and a drawing. The smell of books fills your senses as you walk down the hallways, and the only sounds are your footsteps, the wooden thud when you drop a school supply, the sound of paper being moved, the dull thud of your body as you sit down in your chair, and… a clearing of the throat?
A shadow approaches until it touches the paper you are writing on. You look up, and there it is. It seems annoyed, but why? You are giving it what it wants, keeping your distance and leaving it alone.
“I thought you were going home,” it complains, but before you can explain, it adds something else. “Why did you come all the way here? You could have stayed there.”
“Oh, I'm sorry,” you say, feigning innocence. “I thought you'd rather be alone.”
“Why do you assume? There's a reason I'm in a study group.”
“I stand corrected. I thought you'd rather study without me.”
He frowns and leans back. He looks puzzled, or rather indignant, even offended. You don't understand what's going on, so you do what you usually do: you don't give it any importance.
And before he can say anything, you add, “I don't want to study with you.”
He finally walks away. You decide not to look up and check if he is watching you as he gets further away, or if he is not walking away at all.
The next meeting is the same. You arrive just in time, dropping a few things, asking excessive (or even stupid, in some people's eyes) questions. But there is something missing, something you notice: Riku's gestures. He doesn't sigh, he doesn't clench his jaw, he doesn't roll his eyes when he thinks you're not looking, and he doesn't chuckle when you ask a question.
When everyone leaves, he deliberately takes longer to pack up his things because he knows you're always the last to leave. You're walking out the door when he catches up to you and calls out to you.
“Hey,” he says. You turn around. “I'm sorry if I made you feel bad, okay? I don't hate you, it's just that…” He pauses, thinking about what to say.
“Don't worry, I understand,” you reply, thinking that he simply finds you annoying or silly. You don't care, it's not like you're not, right?
From then on, his previous reactions become a thing of the past, as he is no longer irritated by your words. What's more, sometimes he smiles at you (a little awkwardly, yes, but it's a smile nonetheless), or he's minimally friendly toward you. Even overly friendly (at least compared to your previous experiences).
“Yes, I think that's clear to me,” you murmur. “Thanks for the explanation.”
You lied, clearly lied. But you weren't going to ask them to explain the chronology of the Cuban Missile Crisis for the third time; you'd just look it up at home with your notes or a YouTube video.
“Stay after this ends.” I'll explain it to you," says the person you thought until then was the first person who wouldn't hesitate to send you to a Polish extermination camp as soon as they had the chance. You nod.
While the others say goodbye, the two of you remain seated in your usual places, until he changes chairs to sit next to you.
He takes out several notebooks, some printed materials, and mind maps. He begins to explain in great detail the context, causes, facts, consequences, and all those things about history.
“You know, to make it clearer for you, take out your notebook.” You obey. “Here you will put a simplified chronology, here…”
You get lost in the syllables coming out of his mouth, because you can't help but feel dizzy from the subtle physical contact of him holding your hand, which is holding your pen, to show you where each type of information goes, the fact that he is so close that you can smell his shampoo and fabric softener, because he doesn't wear cologne.
You come back down to earth when he asks you if you understood (clearly you didn't). You shake your head and look him in the eyes, trying not to let your gaze betray you, not to secretly tell him that you were distracted by a touch, as if you were twelve years old. But apparently it doesn't, or it does so very slowly, because he keeps staring at you. A few seconds pass where it seems like you're studying each other's souls, seeing beyond the reflection in your pupils, but you're interrupted by his eyes slipping from yours to your lips: fleeting, innocent, but sinful because of the guilt and shame you feel.
You both realize what's happening and pull away, trying to ignore the situation, but deep down, maybe you want a kiss. Probably not from Riku, but the situation… no, maybe Riku wasn't so bad. But you wouldn't do it.
“I'm sorry if it seemed like I wanted to…” he tries to explain.
“Kiss me,” you finish.
“Yes, that.”
“Don't worry, it's okay.”
“Is it okay if I kiss you?”
heyy i want to request a jeno imagine where both are idols who broke up a while ago but are still in love(broke up due to schedule, initiated by jeno) and like they meet in award show our smthg where they reconcile (ex to lovers type with angst and fluff)
*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: we met again ✧
. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋsummary when works gets hard, you two broke up. but months later, you see a new oportunity to try again
. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋpairing idol!jeno x idol!fem!reader
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋgenre fluff & agnst
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwarnings broke up, pet names, mentions of sadness
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwc 1.9k
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋnote hiii, i loved this rq when i read it. i loved the prompt, and i started to write it as soon as you send it!! tysm for requesing, i really appreciate it. i tried my best, its something kinda short, but i got fun while doing it. enjoyy it and i hope you like it. and lastly, happy new year to everyone 💗💞
There were two things in your life that you fought for: your work and love.
You loved the stage, the ovations from the audience, singing, dancing—everything about being an idol was your passion. Ever since you were little, you watched groups performing at the annual awards shows on the small TV in the living room, or since you got your first computer and watched music videos on repeat. You always knew that was your thing, that you would dedicate yourself to it.
And love. Not just romantic love, but also the love you feel for your friends, family, and yourself. You loved that feeling that blossomed so beautifully in your chest. And you always fought to feel it and for the people who made you feel it.
And when you met Jeno, who was the combination of those two things, something you didn't know could make sense did.
You met on the first snowfall of winter. During one of those music shows where idols go to promote themselves. Your groups had just made a comeback around the same time, so you were there to promote them. He approached you to do a dance challenge to his song, and when he touched your shoulder to get your attention, the spark that came out completely melted you in front of him.
From there, it all happened too fast, even though it took a few months. As the end-of-year awards were approaching, they saw each other more often, either on the big screen focusing on the stage or behind the scenes.
They never really made it official, as is usually done; it was simply like a bubble slowly rising from the bottom of the sea until it reached the surface. Perhaps it was their first kiss, or when they said “I love you” for the first time, but they didn't have a set date when they became a couple. However, neither of them dared to say that they weren't a couple.
You had a connection that was so unique and magical.
The way you understood each other, the way every glance formed a bridge between you, no matter how far apart you were, just the sight of him was enough to make you feel loved. And when things got tough, he was there, supporting you. And you did the same.
But one day, things got too difficult. Your popularity skyrocketed in an instant, filling your schedule with too many things. You were part of a medium-high popularity group, but the last month had been crazy: interviews, presentations, other activities, some more fun than others. And when you got home, you just slept and forgot to say “good night.”
At first, they thought it was just temporary, that it was more of a blessing than a curse. He was so happy for you. He made time in both of your schedules. He brought takeout and showed up at your apartment as soon as you got home from your exhausting day.
“How was your day?” he asks as he opens the paper bag.
You rest your head on the back of the sofa, showing how tired you are. “Horrendous. I was camping all day for a YouTube channel video. It was hot, and they had forgotten half the water in the truck.” He laughs at your misfortune, not to mock you, but to lighten the mood, and it's contagious.
You grab the first thing you can reach and put it in your mouth. You just want to eat and go to bed, so you can wake up and do another exhausting schedule that will lead to the same or worse results.
Things usually end with you curled up in bed, his hands tangled in your hair, until you fall asleep peacefully and completely. Sometimes he falls asleep with you too, or he just waits a while and leaves your apartment quietly.
This was your routine for a couple of weeks, until something new hit your relationship: NCT Dream's comeback. If it was already difficult to squeeze into the gaps in your schedules with Jeno recording and practicing choreography, now with him promoting, it would be mission impossible.
But they didn't want to give up, because their love was stronger than this, much stronger. It would just be a bad episode in their relationship, a thorn in their side, a speck of dust in their eye. But if there's anything stronger than all that, it's time, the passage of time.
They didn't see each other every night, usually every other day, or two days in a row if everything was going well. But now? They would go up to four days without seeing each other, or even writing to each other. There is no time, no space between you two. You didn't like not hearing from him, or him not hearing from you. Sometimes you stayed up late to see if he would write to you, or if he would reply to your messages, but there was nothing.
But it was becoming more and more obvious, and more and more lasting. Although both of their promotions were over, the distance was not. Their schedules were still just as busy and suffocating, but there was something else that was slowly killing them.
The last straw was not seeing each other for over a month. A month without a kiss, without a hug, without hearing or saying “I love you,” without his gaze, without his love. The messages are vague and sparse, simply dryly describing their activities or some other relevant thing. But they tasted like nothing, like emptiness.
And there was an idea that began to bubble up inside you: to end the relationship. You couldn't take it anymore, you were building a house where no one lived.
You don't have to ask where he is, you know, not by instinct, but because you see him on the group's social media, you don't ask him because you know he can't answer you.
You enter the place, and since you're an idol, no one is surprised by your presence. You go to where you know he is. He sees you in the distance, and for the last time, a bridge is created by his gaze. He approaches you eagerly, and it hurts you so much to see the smile on his face, knowing that when you leave, his expression will be so different.
“Hello, angel, it's so nice to see you.”
“Jen, we need to talk.”
Something between you is severed with that sentence.
“I'm sorry, but I don't think this can go on any longer. It's time to prioritize this…” You feel like you want to cry, but you're also trying to fight back the lump in your throat so you can get the words out. “I love you, I want you by my side, but this is hurting us.”
“Yes, I understand,” she says as she takes a deep breath and walks away.
You leave, and when you turn around, you let it all out. Your cheeks get wet with every step you take. You can't believe those words came out of your mouth after almost three years of relationship. You leave love behind, you leave the love of your life just a few feet away from you, right before he goes on stage. It was cruel, yes, but it was crueler to lose him little by little, and it would have been worse to let what you had die like a wilted rose. That would have destroyed you.
With each passing day, autumn arrives. The streets turn orange, the winds intensify, the temperatures drop. And you, like the leaves on the trees, are drying up, or at least your heart is. Because on the outside, you project the image of a perfect idol, with smooth skin, a radiant smile, and dazzling aesthetics. But on the inside, on the inside, you are dragging yourself along while bleeding out.
Sometimes you run into Jeno at an event, but you always avoid him. No contact, physical, verbal, or visual. Just indifference.
It's not that you can do it. You know that as soon as you make contact, you would run into his arms for comfort and affection. But just when everything becomes easier to bear, the award ceremonies scratch at your back.
You don't want to go. You don't want to sit near him and have to see him there. You don't want to see him on stage live because the last time you did, you two were together, as you should be.
You knew it would hurt your soul to see him again, it would be like reliving everything you did together, but now nothing is the same, because between you two there is nothing but memories and nostalgia. A feeling that can bring you happiness and bring old memories to life, or it can pull things out of the drawer you keep locked, a key you threw into the sea, but nostalgia makes the waves bring it back to shore.
But you have to do it, because it's work. So there you are, in high heels, with impeccable hair and makeup, wearing an outfit that your stylist swears will be trending after the event, posing for the cameras with your colleagues.
Fortunately, you're seated far away from your ex's group, so you can enjoy the ceremony a little more. And the stars align so that their performances are back-to-back, so they can't enjoy watching them. They only see each other when their group is called on stage to receive an award, and then another. And he sees you when your group is called to receive an award.
But it's not until after the ceremony, backstage, that you come face to face. You're a few feet apart, your bodies drawn to each other magnetically, and you unconsciously move closer. You hesitate to speak to him, wondering if it's really worth easing the tension that could honestly be cut with scissors.
“Congratulations,” you break the ice.
“What? Sorry?”
“Congratulations. Two awards. That's great.”
You both smile, awkwardly, but you smile. But despite that, despite talking, you feel a great distance. Why is it that when he's next to you, that's when you feel him furthest away?
You wet your lips, thinking about how to keep a conversation going without looking like a fool.
“How's everything going?” he asks.
“Fine,” you laugh, trying to sound calm. “Everything's much quieter. How about you?”
“Great. Everything's much quieter too.”
“I'm glad to hear it,” you smile at him.
“In the end, it was just a busy period, right?”
“Yes, absolutely. Maybe what I did was a very hasty decision,” you confess. But he doesn't agree with you; he understood what you did.
“I don't think so. I think it was for the best. It was good for me. If we had ignored it, I think we would have ended up worse off than we were.”
You sigh, partly in relief, partly to pause for a moment. Things weren't so bad after all. Maybe you just needed this conversation to move forward a little.
“Hey,” he calls out to you. “Now that that's over, do you think we can give it another shot?”
How long you waited for him to say that.
“We can't promise it will be easy,” you say. “Or that we'll always have time.”
He nods. It wasn't about going back to the way things were, it was about trying something new with all the pain still fresh.
“That's enough for me.”
“Then yes.”
“Okay. Then text me when you get home.”
yeessx i do. i write for all members of nct, not only for nct dream. also i can and i did write for others groups beside nct but i never posted something
hello there, i've been loving all your fluff oneshots 🥺 could you write one about how jeno reacts to you getting startled awake by thunder when you're sleeping? thank you 🩷
*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: thunder ✧
. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋsummary you woke up in the middle of the night because of a thunder
. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋpairing lee jeno x fem!reader
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋgenre fluff
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwarnings established relationship
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwc 0.5k
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋnote hiii, well im back. im sorry but i needed like a little rest after all the flufftober thing. i was writting random things, but i didnt finished them, so i decided to do a request. hope u liked, and tysm for requesting!!
You wake up feeling agitated. Even though your body is cold, you're sweating as if it were the middle of summer. Your breathing becomes heavier as you try to calm down, but every loud clap of thunder sends shivers down your spine.
You lie on your back, facing away from your boyfriend, in the fetal position, clutching the blanket that wraps around your body. You turn around; he is fast asleep. Jeno is a very heavy sleeper; there could be a hurricane and he wouldn't even notice. But there is one thing that always wakes him up. You.
You think for a moment and decide that the best thing to do is to go to the kitchen to calm down so as not to disturb him, and then sneak back to bed and go back to sleep.
You get up and walk to the kitchen. The storm continues, the rain hitting the window and then falling softly and slowly. Your nerves and fear don't subside, so you decide to have a glass of water. You grab a glass, pour yourself some water, and when you turn around, you see a figure in the darkness, completely still.
He takes a few steps toward you, and thanks to the moonlight coming through the window, you realize it's Jeno.
“God, you scared me,” you say.
“I'm sorry, I was worried when you didn't come back.”
He approaches you, trying to figure out why you're not in bed. At first, he thinks you're just thirsty, but he quickly realizes the real reason. Thunder rumbles in the distance and you jump in response. He reads that reaction and understands.
“Are you afraid of thunder?” he asks to confirm.
You nod somewhat embarrassed, avoiding eye contact, as it is considered childish to be scared of such things. You have slept together several times, but there has never been a storm like this before.
He stands next to you and gently caresses your hand.
“Go back to bed, okay? If you want, hug me if that calms you down. And if you can't sleep, I can help distract you or something to calm you down while the storm passes. But I can't sleep peacefully knowing you're scared.”
You sigh, finding comfort in his words, always so sweet and understanding with any inconvenience that arises. You rest your head on his shoulder, and he moves his hand from stroking the back of your hand to brushing your hair.
Your heartbeat slows as you feel the warmth of his actions. It was like finding a cabin in the middle of a snowstorm with a lit fireplace.
“It's okay. Let's go back.”
He smiles. You put the glass down on the counter, and on the way to the bedroom his arms remain around you. You snuggle together under the blankets and pillows, and to your surprise, you fall asleep quickly. You don't understand how someone's arms can be the place where you feel safest in the whole world, but they are.
hi pauli ! did you dress up for Halloween at all? if so, what was ur costume, i'd love to hear
hiiii. yes i did. actually, i didnt celebrate Halloween until last year, so this is my second year celebrating it after a long time.
im a dancer, and at my dance studio you can come dressed up for halloween week and its really fun. on the 31st, i dressed up as Lilith pleasant from the sims 2 bc im a big fan of the sims saga. i even made the characteristic green diamond. then on saturdays morning i dressed up as britney spears in baby one more time, and that day i had a halloween party at night where i was going to dress up as nick from zootopia and my friend as judy hops, but she didnt went, so i dressed up as lilith again.
it was a good halloween weekend, im starting to enjoy halloween again. ty for asking btw
. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋsummary You’ve loved him in silence for years — Jeno, your best friend, your safe place, your almost. But now he’s with someone else, someone who doesn’t see him like you do.
. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋpairing nonidol!jeno x fem!reader
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋgenre fluff, angst, friends to lovers
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwarnings emotional distress, jealousy, heartbreak, mentions of toxic relationship (Jeno x Giselle), Giselle is mean, angst with comfort, mutual pining, one bittersweet kiss
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwc 4.4k
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋnote sooooo... first fic that i post in THIS acc. i started writting this a YEAR AGO, but then i started to write other fics (like semi´s one, if you didnt read it, RUN). it was almostinished, but i never did it, and i recently finish it, so here is it. in my personal opinion, ive improved A LOt since i started writting this, so if you see something weird or bad writting im sorry. i tried to fix it, but i also wated to keep that spark of my first fic. ANYWAY, i talked a lot, and if you've read i apreciate it a lot. so enjoyy, love youuu
Jeno Lee, your best friend, and also your platonic love. He was too good to be true, bordering on crazy: he was kind, gentlemanly, funny, reserved, and homely. He was the ideal man in your eyes, and to add to that incredible personality, he was stupidly attractive. It wasn't long ago that you felt that way, a little less than six months ago. It may sound like a lot, but it was little considering that you two had been friends for years.
You were always reserved when it came to love. You had had bad experiences and no longer saw the point in telling everyone and making a big show of it. You had started to love him quietly, so quietly that even he couldn't hear it, no matter how close you were. Clearly, he didn't realize your feelings, partly because he was a little distracted and partly because you didn't dare make a move. But finally, the day had come when you took off your shy girl costume and started to show how much you really loved Jeno.
The moment you decided would be appropriate was a gathering with your group of friends. The group was quite large, but they were all really close. They had these gatherings often; they were friends from high school who had become friends there. When they went to college, they decided not to lose touch, and they have continued to do so to this day. The gatherings consist of board games, movies, food, some alcohol, and above all, lots of laughter.
When you arrived, everything was as usual. You greeted everyone and went over to your friends.
“Hi, girls, what are you talking about?” you said as you sat down on the sofa.
“Nothing really, we're listening to Giselle talk about how much she loves Jeno right now.”
At that moment, your face felt cold as all the blood drained from your head to your heart, which was beating fast, spreading the pain you felt when you heard that sentence.
“But do you like him?” you asked in a concerned tone, which Yizhuo noticed.
She was the only one who knew about your feelings for Jeno. The two of you had a closer relationship with each other than with the rest of the group. Although you often went out and got together, the times you hung out with her far exceeded those gatherings.
“Nah,” Giselle blurted out as she looked at Jeno. “But I think he looks sexy in that outfit.” And yes, she was right, he was as cute as ever, but the fact that she only noticed his physique and not the person Jeno is bothered you. “Maybe I'll take him home at the end of the night.”
“Oh my God, don't do it. You'll ruin the group,” Karina said.
“Don't be a hypocrite, you've been kissing Jaemin since high school. Don't talk about ruining the group,” Giselle protested, annoyed.
They continued arguing, and since you weren't interested in the slightest, you turned to Yizhuo, who was looking at you and gestured for you to step away so it would just be the two of you.
You two went to the kitchen in search of a more private place to talk.
“Why didn't you say anything?” She spoke to you angrily. You lowered your head because she was right; you should have intervened.
“I'm sorry... it's just that hearing her talk about him like that shocked me. I didn't think that...” You stopped when you sensed someone coming.
Jisung walked through the doorway before Yizhuo could say a word.
“Hey, girls, what are you doing here? Let's play UNO, want to join us?”
You readily agreed, even though you weren't the least bit interested in what they were going to do, just to get out of the conversation and distract yourself.
The gathering went on like any other they'd had, except that every time you saw Giselle and Jeno, your heart sank. You just wanted to be the one who “accidentally” touched him and was so close to him. Jeno looked very shy and somewhat uncomfortable. He didn't really know what to do with the girls, and as soon as the experienced Giselle entered his territory, he acted like a submissive puppy.
When the meeting ended, you could have sworn that your heart was now microscopically small. And it broke completely when you saw the two of them laughing together.
You knew that once they left, you would lose sight not only of them, but also of your chances of being loved by the person you love and long for so much. But since you're a coward, you didn't do it.
You arrived home alone. The only thing there was a pile of clothes on your desk chair and your unmade bed, onto which you threw yourself and slept for a while until the sound of your cell phone woke you up.
It was a notification, more specifically a message from Giselle to your friends' group chat. Just a text saying something like “Mission accomplished” or something like that. You don't really care. Actually, you do. You just don't care how she talks about... that.
You had officially lost this war, not against Giselle, but against yourself. You gave in to your cowardice and shyness, giving up your hopes, desires, and above all, your needs.
After that night, you had done nothing but cry and feel depressed. But amid all that storm and darkness, a light appeared: your birthday. But that light in the storm seemed to be a bolt of lightning striking you. Yizhuo, in an attempt to cheer you up, organized a trip to the beach with the group, including Jeno and Giselle.
“He told me you were coming together,” you heard from afar.
“Well, yes, didn't you hear that they're dating?”
You rolled your eyes when you heard that; they were talking about them. Because it wasn't enough that they had slept together, now they were dating. Deep down, you knew and hoped that Giselle wasn't the right one for Jeno, that you were the one who should be there with him, by his side. Giselle was a good girl, but she wasn't meant to be with Jeno. It's not that she didn't deserve him, but they just weren't meant to be together.
You heard a couple of quick footsteps on the sand approaching your group.
“Sorry I'm late, this guy didn't want to get up,” Giselle said hesitantly. The guys laughed, but you raised your eyebrows in disapproval at the comment.
The day went on, but you couldn't enjoy yourself. You were consumed by the fact that someone you loved was with someone else, and on top of that, he wasn't happy. Because yes, they were a bad couple. They argued more than they talked. You heard Giselle complaining every five minutes. And Jeno begging her and following her around like a puppy.
“What's wrong with you?”
You looked up to see who was blocking the sun.
“What?”
It was Haechan, Jeno's best friend, but he didn't seem to care about the torturous spiral his friend was getting himself into.
“What's wrong? You're sitting there looking like a scolded child staring at...” He turned in the direction you had been looking, but Jeno and Giselle were no longer there. “The sand?” You silently agreed with him and followed him to where the others were.
You tried to be optimistic after that, but the fact that Jeno, your best friend and platonic love, wasn't there when we blew out the candles almost broke your heart. Because Giselle ran off with the excuse that they had an appointment and that's why they weren't there at that moment. It seems like you're starting to drift away from Jeno, which made you sad, but you knew it was for the best.
The silence that signaled the end of the birthday song separates you from your thoughts. You closed your eyes, blew out the candles on the cake, and made three wishes: to have Jeno, to be flirtatious, and to prosper.
You just hate this whole situation. You hate Giselle. And Jeno too. Why does he let himself be carried away? Can't he see? You wonder what blindfold is covering his eyes so he can't see that the woman who loves him most was always the one he played video games with, had silly late-night conversations with, called his best friend. But that title is precisely what limits you from crossing that fine line between love and friendship.
Every time the group gets together, it's the same old crap. All you can do is exchange glances with the only friend who knows how you really feel about the situation. Yizhuo is the only one who knows how much it hurts when Jeno distances himself from you to get closer to Giselle. But you can't say anything, they're both your friends, especially Jeno.
But perhaps what you hate most is when Giselle talks about Jeno. She doesn't praise him; she doesn't usually speak well of him. You've never seen a sparkle in her eyes when she says his name. She usually complains. She complains a lot. About everything in general. And she always asks for advice.
“Ugh,” Giselle complained. “What do you know about love?” Those words... hit hard. Each syllable echoed in your head, and you feel like the letters are colliding with your skull and each other. “You've never had a boyfriend. Has any boy ever loved you? You know nothing about love, y/n. You're not the one to talk.” Her new sentences brought you back to reality and pulled you out of the chaos that was now your brain.
What did you know about love? You know what love is because you know Jeno and you love him. You love loving him, you love seeing him smile at a joke even if it's not yours because you love seeing him happy, you love it when he cooks because you know it's what he loves and he couldn't dedicate himself to it and now he does it casually but it still makes him happy, You love it when he comes to your house when you're feeling down because he knows you and he knows you, so he brings your favorite things to cheer you up. You love loving him and you love the way he loves you, even if it's not the way you love him and the way you want him to love you.
It's complicated, yes, but the important thing is that you know what love is because you've loved him for three long years after meeting him at some stupid convention when you were 14, and now you're both 24, but it's not the same anymore because he's been pushing you aside.
Your friend's superficial complaints were like background music to your thoughts because you didn't want to listen to her shallow nonsense. You knew she was with Jeno because of his looks and not because of who he really was, and that hurt you because what you loved most about Jeno was who he was as a person. You admit it, he's stupidly attractive, but it was his personality that really made you fall in love with him. Which made you realize something: if Giselle didn't care about Jeno's personality, then she wasn't in love.
Every time you got together, you hated it more. The board games, the smell of alcohol mixed with Pepsi, the shouting, the loud music, staying up late knowing you had to work tomorrow—it was exciting. At first it was great, seeing your high school friends from time to time, seeing Jeno more than anything, but when it's every other weekend, it's unnecessary.
The gathering was finally coming to an end when you heard Haechan speak.
“But we'll still see each other on Wednesday, right?” You rolled your eyes in annoyance when you heard the guy speak.
On Wednesday, you had a press conference with Jeno's work or something like that. Jeno works in marketing, and that day he had a conference to recruit people for a course his company was going to give. He had talked to you about it and how important it was to him because it might get him promoted to something more serious.
“Exactly,” Jeno replied. “But it'll just be the three of you there, don't invite anyone else.”
There were three minutes to go before it started, but someone was missing. There was an empty seat reserved for Giselle, but she hadn't come. Your gaze shifted between the empty seat and the clock.
“Do you really think she'll come?”
You turned to look at Haechan beside you. He was right. The only reason you were worried was for Jeno's well-being.
“She'll probably be late,” you said, justifying the obvious.
“She probably forgot. I'm not surprised. She's a terrible girlfriend.”
You sighed with relief when you heard that. Many times you had thought he was an idiot, even a conspiracy theorist, but this time he was telling the truth.
“I thought I was the only one who thought that.”
“The girl is an idiot. Jeno is too good for her. You would be a better girlfriend for him.”
You felt your heart race and all the blood rush to your face, turning it red. You ignored him and swallowed hard to resist the urge to respond, but you swear the sound in your throat was so audible due to your shock that the whole room could hear it.
After that, they went out to eat something. Giselle clearly never showed up, which affected Jeno, but Haechan and you managed to cheer him up. It felt good to talk to Jeno after so long. Since he started dating Giselle, he had become very distant, and you didn't know why. It was nice to be with him, it was comfortable. For a moment, you forgot about the monster you had as a partner who prevented you from being happy, and you focused on the moment, laughing with your friends, with your best friend who was also the person you loved most in your life.
It was getting late and you had to leave, so you said goodbye to the guys. You felt the conversation turn serious behind you as you walked away. The cool air of the approaching fall hit your face as soon as you left the restaurant with its sticky floor and headed for the place you called home. You can only think of one thing: Jeno and Giselle's relationship. But no longer from the perspective of “Oh, poor me. The guy I like is dating someone mid,” but rather from the perspective of getting him away from her, ending this. You just wanted to get him away from her, for him to be happy, for him to know that he deserves someone better, that he deserves you.
Then you just go home. On the bus, you see how the fog covers the buildings nearby, making the lights blurry. And just like the view, your mind was blurry. You don't know what's going on. You don't know if you want him, or rather if you actually deserve him. Because in the end, he chose her.
Your apartment, so empty, always so lonely. Your body falls onto the bed as if you were wounded. You feel like the situation is your imminent deathbed. You don't know what to do. Maybe you should take action... or maybe it's too late. You should have acted a long, long time ago. Not when Giselle spoke to Jeno for the first time, but when you spoke to him for the first time.
Ting! The notification sound from your cell phone rang. You were already falling asleep after going out with Jeno and Haechan. Dazed, you sat up in bed and grabbed your cell phone from the nightstand.
It was Jeno. A message asking if they could meet up? You noticed how sad he was after his conference, surely because of his girlfriend's absence. You clearly said yes. It was midnight, he had been distant, but he was still your best friend and you would always be there for him.
Thirty minutes later, you opened the door to your house to meet your best friend. He was wearing a sweatshirt and black sweatpants. His hair was messy, and from the look on his face, his head must have been too.
“Come in.”
You invited him into your house. You both sat down on the sofa. It was strange. You didn't do that anymore. Going to each other's houses when things were bad. Not since Jeno had started seeing Giselle. It was strange of Jeno. He almost never let you in. He was... rigid.
Both of your mouths opened, but no words came out.
“No,” you stammered. “No. Giselle, not anymore.” Your first assumption was that they had broken up. You asked him, only to get a bittersweet answer: “No, but I don't want to anymore.” He paused. “I don't want to be with her anymore.”
His words left you wondering what to say. “Break up with her,” you advised. “I can't, she's hard to control.” Strange choice of words, you thought. “What's wrong with her?” you asked, trying to get to the root of the problem. It was clear that he didn't know how to deal with it because of his experience. Although you had had some experiences, bad ones, but experiences nonetheless.
“I don't know. She doesn't seem to love me. It's weird. She's fine in public, but in private she's cold to me. But at the same time she's suffocating. She's jealous and possessive, and she wants to have a lot of sex. I don't want that.” Although her explanation may not have been the best or the most complete, you understood. “I don't understand.” Why does she change so much?" he added before you could answer.
“Because she cares more about what other people think than what you think.”
You could see the look of concern on Jeno's face fade away as he found an answer to his question. You also felt the emptiness in Jeno's body. You began to hear his breathing; it was heavy and slow. When you finally felt connected to Jeno, he got up.
“I don't know why I'm asking you. What do you know about love?”
You knew more than you wanted to, in fact. He started walking toward your front door. You followed him, worried, but he didn't seem to want to turn around.
“What do I know about love? I know everything. Because I love you, Jeno. I have for a long time. Since before Giselle, since long before.” The tension in the room became more evident than before, and when you looked, Jeno was no longer in your house.
You went out to the back porch to relax and recharge your social battery. When you went outside, you found Haechan, Jeno's best friend, leaning on his elbows against the railing. You greeted him with a smile, then stammered a “hello” and stood in a similar position near him.
“So you like Jeno,” he said, looking toward the backyard. His tone was concise.
“How did you know? Only Yizhuo and Jeno knew.” He seemed to notice your expression even though he wasn't looking directly at you. You looked at Haechan, puzzled, almost like a grimace of confusion.
“He told me,” he settled in before continuing. “After being with you, he came back more overwhelmed than he already was after the fight with Giselle. I asked him and he told me. It was to be expected from the two of you.”
“Excuse me? Expected?” Your confused face returned, but now it had a hint of curiosity.
“Well, you see, you're both shy, afraid of rejection from what I could see. It was obvious that if you had feelings for each other, you would never confess them.”
You looked away from his eyes to gaze at the night sky. Even though it wasn't starry thanks to the city's light pollution, it seemed as if all the stars in it were reflected in your eyes. They were glazed over as you thought about Jeno and everything that had happened.
“Jeno never had feelings for me.” Haechan's head turned toward you, as you could see from his shadow.
“He didn't tell you, did he?” He was in love with you for years. He never said anything because he thought you would never love someone like him. Then Giselle came along, and since he couldn't let you go, he left with her to try to forget you. He loved you his whole life, with all his heart, and out of pure cowardice, you could never be together.”
A feeling that was a mixture of rage, anger, sadness, and helplessness took hold of you. You didn't want to explode in front of Haechan, let alone in front of all your other friends who were inside, so the best decision you could make was to leave. And so you did. When you were finally alone, you wanted to cry, but you couldn't. It was the shock of realizing that the person you had loved so much and suffered because you couldn't have, you had had and didn't realize it. And not only that, there was a chance he could be yours, because you knew Jeno and how hard it was for him to let people go.
The party was over. After staying on the back porch of Jaemin's house, you were left without background noise for your thoughts, now there was only the faint sound of nocturnal insects. You wished you could have left, but you had to support Yizhuo with a top-secret mission—which you didn't really understand, you just knew you had to wait for her and take her home sober. So there you were, waiting for your friend to come out so you could leave, without even the possibility of getting drunk to make your mind feel lighter.
In that silence, the door opened. Several people came out of the house, including Jeno. The two of you glanced at each other, your eyes meeting almost every time you looked at each other. And as if fate had used up all its wild cards, you were left alone. It was the moment, the only moment. Haechan wasn't there, nor was Yizhuo, nor was Giselle. In fact, you hadn't seen her since Jeno's lecture, or even before that. It was the moment. You knew that if it wasn't now, it would never be.
“Jeno,” you said. You wanted to prolong the sentence, but first you wanted to think carefully about what to say. You felt his gaze resting on you, and now there was more pressure. “You... were in love with me?” You couldn't believe you had said it.
The silence was uncomfortable, distressing, heavy. You looked at him again. He had looked away and was staring at the floor. You didn't know what to think. You backed away, but metaphorically, you just went back into the house to look for your friend, but...
“Yes.” It sounded like it had been hard for him to admit it. “Who told you?”
You turned around, now you were facing each other, not just you, but your feelings, your fears, and your hopes.
“It was Haechan.” He clicked his tongue in annoyance. You didn't want to do it, but now Jeno was with Giselle, and you had taken a back seat.
“It's okay, you're with Giselle now. You don't have to...”
And then you were interrupted.
“I prefer you.”
You felt all the blood rush to your head. You frowned as if you were confused, but you understood perfectly well; you were just surprised.
“I thought you would never love me back and...” He continued.
“Haechan told me, Jen. It's okay.”
You moved closer to him. First one step, then two. Your toes touched, your hand grabbed his jaw, and you leaned in to kiss him. You felt his hand on your chest, but it wasn't to caress you, it was to push you away. You looked him in the eyes, but he wasn't looking at you. He had rejected you.
You leaned on the railing next to him, in silence, a very uncomfortable silence indeed.
Then Yizhuo appears, completely unaware of the situation. She simply tells you that she won't be able to take you home tonight, that you'll have to either take the bus or ask someone to give you a ride. You turn to Jeno. He says nothing, just nods.
The ride home is very uncomfortable. When they were friends, real friends, they used to play their favorite songs and sing along the whole way. It was so much fun. You just wish none of this had happened.
The car stops. The lights from the apartment building entrance vaguely illuminate the interior of the car. But you can't leave. You can't let him go. Something inside you just wants to keep him with you, to have him come down to your apartment with you.
You look at him, you make eye contact. It's not tense, it's strange, it's something you can't describe. It's a mixture of melancholy, sadness, love, despair, and a hint of nostalgia. You both know that this may be the last moment of normality (or what used to be normal) that you will have for a very long time, or perhaps ever.
Because knowing you, you might run away aimlessly and end up at the North Pole with Santa Claus helping to wrap Christmas presents for children around the world. That's why you look at each other, because you don't know if you're going to run away from each other.
And maybe today, at this very moment, is the closest you've ever been. You're not even touching, but you've never been so close. So vulnerable. You swear you can see right through Jeno. And that he can see right through you.
You take a deep breath and look away. Your hand reaches for the door handle. But his hand reaches for yours, grabs it, and gently pulls you toward him. Without a seatbelt, he can move freely. So when you fall, you fall with your hands on his chest, your faces very close.
He doesn't say anything, he just kisses you. He doesn't have to say anything, you understand. The kiss is long and sweet. They just move slowly, reflecting their shyness, but they feel free, it feels so right.
They pull apart. They breathe into each other's mouths for a few seconds before you pull away even further.
I can't believe it's over. Once again, thank you all for your constant support. I really love you all. Every interaction, no matter how small, makes me very happy. I'm glad you liked it, but even more glad that you showed it.
Thank you again. I hope to write more often in the future.
Tomorrow my first fic (on this account) will be released. I'm a little excited, I hope you like it.
ᓚᘏᗢ warnings stablished relationship, mentions of parties, light teasing, a bit of jealousy if you squint your eyes a bit
ᓚᘏᗢ note tysm for everything, i hope that you enjoyed this as much as i did. i love you. happy halloween :D
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✃𓄧 mark lee ꒷꒦
🕸- Mark loves the Halloween atmosphere because it combines three things he loves: creativity, candy, and a little bit of music. He's not one to make elaborate costumes, but this year he agreed without hesitation when you suggested doing something as a couple: Peter Pan and Tinker Bell. He said he liked the idea because, in his words, “you're literally my fairy, you know?” and he let you take care of the details.
The afternoon is filled with laughter, flour, and sugar as they bake bat- and ghost-shaped cookies. Mark, who takes everything in stride, ends up with more icing on his face than on the cookies themselves.
“Stop laughing, I'm trying my best!” he protests, but the smile on his lips gives him away.
When night falls, they go for a walk around the neighborhood with orange lights illuminating the way. People look at them and smile when they recognize the costumes, and every time someone comments on what a cute couple they make, Mark squeezes your hand a little tighter.
Back home, they light a pumpkin candle and sit on the couch to eat the cookies that survived. He rests his head on your shoulder and whispers softly,
“Can we make this a tradition? You, me, and a little bit of magic every year.”
✃𓄧 huang renjun ꒷꒦
🕸- Renjun prefers quiet Halloweens, without noisy parties or crowds. He likes the aesthetic side of things: dim lights, costumes with a story behind them, old movies, and that sort of thing. This year, he convinced you to do something more classic and artistic: vampire and Victorian maiden.
At first, you thought he wasn't taking it too seriously, but he takes makeup as seriously as any artist. With absolute concentration, he paints your neck with “fake bites” while you try not to move.
“Did you know that vampires were a symbol of repressed desire?” he says with a mischievous smile.
“What's that supposed to mean?” you ask, laughing.
“Nothing... just that I think the costume suits you too well.”
Later, you watch a black-and-white horror movie, covered up to your noses with a blanket. It's raining outside, and the reflection of the TV flickers in your eyes. At one point, without taking your eyes off the screen, you say quietly:
“I like that you're here. Even if the world outside is a little dark.”
✃𓄧 lee jeno ꒷꒦
🕸-Jeno swears he doesn't like dressing up, but everyone knows that in the end he'll do it just because you asked him to. You're his weakness, he says. After discussing ideas for a while, they end up deciding on Flynn and Rapunzel, and for some reason, the costume fits him perfectly. It's as if the world had designed your childhood crush and then you made him your boyfriend.
“I'll stand under the window and you'll have to help me climb up with your hair. I want to see if you're as good a Rapunzel as I am a good Flynn,” he says with a provocative smile.
“Oh, really? What if I don't want to?”
“I'll freeze to death outside. Or I'll climb up, no matter what.”
The night passes with laughter, jokes, and photos that will inevitably end up in both of your feeds. Later, as they hand out candy to the children in the building, Jeno leans toward you and whispers:
“We should dress up together every year.”
“Why? Do you like seeing me as a princess?”
“No. I like any excuse to have you close. And to do something together.”
✃𓄧 lee donghyuck ꒷꒦
🕸- Halloween is undoubtedly one of his favorite days of the year. He plans everything weeks (or months) in advance and convinces the whole group to dress up in matching costumes so they can go out together. This year, it's classic monsters, and you get to be Frankenstein and his bride. He spends the afternoon making you laugh as he puts on his makeup in front of the mirror, covered in green paint.
He's just silly. He has such a hard time making a fake scar that you end up doing it for him. Which turns out to be more difficult, because he can't stay still.
During the party, he keeps joking around and dragging you out to dance to every song. But when everyone leaves and the noise dies down, he sits with you on the floor, or anywhere else, he doesn't really care. And with his head resting on your legs, he just mumbles a few words while you stroke his hair.
“You know what I like about Halloween?” he asks, with a half-asleep smile. “That I can be a monster all day and you'll still stay with me.”
“That's because you're my favorite monster,” you reply, and he gives you such a sweet look that your heart melts.
✃𓄧 na jaemin ꒷꒦
🕸- Jaemin sees Halloween as another opportunity to be romantic (and take cute photos of the two of you, obviously). His idea this year is to dress up as Romeo and Juliet, but in a modern, more casual version. When you ask him why, he says, “Because tragic love is still love — and we're the pretty kind.”
You spend the afternoon setting the stage for your photos: warm lights, fake petals, and a makeshift backdrop with a white sheet. Jaemin guides you tenderly, fixing your hair and telling you how to pose. But in the end, the best photos are the spontaneous ones, when you laugh or hug without planning it.
Maybe afterwards he'd like to go for a walk around the neighborhood to see the decorations. They also critique everyone else's costumes; no one is spared. But he sighs if they say something about his costume, like that it's not obvious at first glance.
When they're done, they sit in the doorway, watching the remaining Halloween lights flicker outside.
“Can you imagine next Halloween?” he says, playing with your fingers.
“What about it?”
“I already have a costume in mind. But only if you're still my partner.”
✃𓄧 zhong chenle ꒷꒦
🕸- A bit chaotic, but very sweet if you think about it. That sums up Halloween with your boyfriend. He loves ridiculous costumes, fake screams, and pranks. This year he decided they would dress up as ghosts with white sheets, and although you protested at first, you ended up crying with laughter when the holes turned out crooked.
In the end, he didn't like it, so they went for a different kind of ghost. He did some makeup that maybe wasn't so scary, but it looked great.
They spend the night running around the house, bumping into furniture and scaring the neighbors through the peephole. “BOO!” he shouts, before tripping over you and falling to the floor laughing.
“This was a bad idea,” you say, laughing.
“The best bad idea,” he replies, with that smile that always disarms you.
Maybe you watch horror movies and get angry when the characters do something stupid. Also, if children come trick-or-treating, you scare them, but end up giving them a variety of candy as compensation.
“Promise me that next year we'll be just as silly.”
“Promise.”
✃𓄧 park jisung ꒷꒦
🕸- Jisung isn't a fan of scary things, so he chooses something innocent: Mavis and Johnny from Hotel Transylvania. You help him style his hair like the character's, using lots of hairspray, which means that by the end of the night his hair is completely frozen in place. You also spray some orange dye on it.
During the night, you'll probably go to some silly party organized by a friend of yours as an excuse to show off your costumes. When you arrive, they play a little joke on him, and he ends up getting scared like a little hamster.
You end up sitting on the couch waiting for the socially appropriate time to leave. He leans on your shoulder and says softly:
“Maybe next year… we can be superheroes.”
“Why?”
“Because heroes aren't afraid of anything. But only if I'm with you.”
He ends up falling asleep within minutes, his head on your chest and a peaceful smile on his lips. So you just take him home. At first, they had said that when they got there, they would watch a scary movie, but he is so sleepy that the only logical option is to sleep. And by the way, when he woke up, his hair was still intact.
ᓚᘏᗢ note of course we had to close this flufftober with my boy haechan!! well, i have things to say kids.. thank you. like truly thank you. yhe support and the love that you gave last month its honestly CRAZY. so i hope you liked this flufftober and enjoyed as much as i did! love you and see you tomorrow
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The night had that kind of calm that only came when there was nothing left to do. The clock showed it was late, the hallway lights were off, and the whole apartment seemed enveloped in a sigh.
You were half asleep, curled up between the sheets, when you heard the faint sound of the door opening. You would recognize his footsteps anywhere: that calm, almost shuffling rhythm that revealed he was tired but happy to be there.
“I thought you were already asleep,” Haechan whispered, closing the door carefully.
You didn't say anything, just moved your head slightly on the pillow, your eyes half-open. He chuckled softly and left his cell phone on the nightstand before taking off his jacket and sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Were you waiting up for me?” he asked hoarsely, stroking your arm over the blanket.
“Just a little,” you admitted, still sleepy. “I don't like sleeping when you're not here.”
He paused for a moment, a smile escaping him unintentionally. His eyes were soft, his hair slightly tousled, and he had that way of looking at you that fascinates you, somewhere between playful and tender.
“That sounds too cute, you know?” he said softly, as if he didn't want to break the silence in the room.
He leaned in slowly, resting one hand on the bed next to your head. The air suddenly became warm, filled with the scent of his perfume and his breath close to you.
“Good night, baby,” he whispered, brushing your nose with his.
The first kiss was soft, barely a touch. But then he gave you another. And another. One on the forehead. One on the cheek. One on the tip of your nose. And one last one, right on the corner of your lips, which made you smile with your eyes closed.
“What was that for?” you asked, laughing.
“That's for luck. In case you wake up in the middle of the night and miss me,” he replied, settling down beside you.
“Silly.”
He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close until your head rested on his chest. His heart beat slowly, setting a steady rhythm that lulled you to sleep.
“You know what?” he said after a while, his voice growing quieter. “I like this moment. When there's no noise, no rehearsals or performances, nothing. Just you and me.”
“Me too,” you replied, barely moving your lips.
He stroked your hair, whispering that he loved you, so softly that it was almost drowned out by the sound of the fan. And just before falling asleep, he gave you one last kiss, the slowest of all, as if he wanted to stay there forever.
That night, sleep found you with the feeling of his arm around you and the memory of all those little kisses that, without saying much, said everything.
. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋsummary You’ve loved him in silence for years — Jeno, your best friend, your safe place, your almost. But now he’s with someone else, someone who doesn’t see him like you do.
. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋpairing nonidol!jeno x fem!reader
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋgenre fluff, angst, friends to lovers
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwarnings emotional distress, jealousy, heartbreak, mentions of toxic relationship (Jeno x Giselle), Giselle is mean, angst with comfort, mutual pining, one bittersweet kiss
ᓚᘏᗢ note lowkey excited to this to end, writting a drabble everyday for a month is kinda exhausting... and also i wanted to add that the jeno in the picture i saw LIVE when i went to chile to see tds3
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They were lying on the sofa, each with their own phone, but not really doing anything. The afternoon had that slow Sunday feel, when the world seems to be suspended for a few hours.
Jeno was lying face down, his face buried in the cushion, and you had your legs over his. They didn't talk much, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable.
“You know what I was thinking?” he asked suddenly, in that calm voice he uses when he's too relaxed.
“What?” you replied distractedly, without looking up.
“When we get a dog, I'm not going to let you choose the name.”
That was enough to make you look at him, half laughing.
“Why not?”
“Because I'm sure you'd name it something like ‘Choco’ or ‘Cloud’ or something that sounds cute but doesn't make sense,” he said, looking at you with one eyebrow raised.
“What's wrong with that? They're adorable names.”
“Yes, but I want it to have a name with character. Something like… ‘Bolt’. Or ‘Thor’.”
“Jeno, you're not going to name a Pomeranian Thor.” He burst out laughing, rolling onto his back with such a satisfied expression that you wanted to throw a pillow at him.
“Then let's get a golden retriever.”
“What if we can't have a big one?” you asked.
“Then we'll adopt two puppies to make up for it.”
Her tone was so natural that for a moment you forgot they were talking about the future. When we have a dog. We adopt. Everything in the plural.
“It sounds like you already have it planned out,” you said playfully, even though your heart was beating a little faster.
“Of course I have,” he replied with a smile. “I already have the whole list: the dog, the house, the huge sofa where you'll fall asleep every night…”
“And you?” you asked, smiling without being able to help yourself.
“I'll stay awake, watching you sleep and thinking that I've definitely won in life.”
Your smile broke into a mixture of laughter and tenderness. He leaned in, placing a hand behind your head, and kissed your forehead as if all of that—the house, the dog, the sofa, the plans—already existed.
✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊ ࣪Taking pictures of them while they sleep✧
ᓚᘏᗢ pairing zhong chenle x fem!reader
ᓚᘏᗢ genre fluff
ᓚᘏᗢ wc 0.3k
ᓚᘏᗢ warnings established relationship, light humor, sickness
ᓚᘏᗢ note cant believe that this is the last week...
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The afternoon had been more exhausting than expected. The two of them had spent the day together: they went out to eat, walked around for a while, laughed so hard that Chenle's stomach hurt, and when they finally got home, he threw himself on the couch saying something like “just five minutes.”
Five minutes that, of course, turned into half an hour.
He had one arm resting on his forehead, his tousled hair falling over his eyes, and the deep breathing of someone sleeping peacefully. The evening light streamed through the window and painted his face in warm tones, as if the sun had decided to stop just to look at him a little longer.
You sat down quietly beside him, watching him with a soft smile. Chenle asleep was a completely different version of himself. No loud laughter, no mischievous comments, no sparkle of his constant energy. Just calm.
You couldn't help but take out your cell phone. You hesitated for a few seconds, but then you smiled again.
“Just one photo,” you whispered to yourself.
The click was so quiet that he didn't even move. And then another photo, and another. In one of them, his lips were slightly parted; in another, his hand was hanging off the armchair. There was no way not to melt.
Suddenly, you heard his voice, hoarse and sleepy.
“Did you just take a picture of me?”
The shock made you almost drop your phone. Chenle opened his eyes slightly with a crooked smile.
“I knew you couldn't resist,” he joked, reaching out to grab your phone.
“No! Delete it, I don't look good when I'm asleep.”
“Oh, no. This is my new profile picture,” you replied, laughing and moving the phone away from him.
He sat up with a half-smile and eyes still heavy with sleep.
“Only if you let me take one of you now.”
“What? No, my hair's a mess.”
But before you could move, he had already picked up the phone.
“Too late,” he said, clicking his tongue triumphantly. “Now we're even.”
And so, amid soft laughter and feigned protests, they ended up with entire gallery of imperfect photos, full of affection and complicity.
you actually seem like the sweetest person ever sobs i love all ur flufftober stuff !!
OMG TY hehe, idk if thats true, i just try to expres s how i feel when people like what I do because it really makes me very happy and proud of myself.. 😁😁💞
and also thank you, i love that you like all my flufftober stuff. i admit that its a little bit tiring to write every day a short drabble, but i prefer writting than doing school things, so i wont complain..
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