SUMMARY ▸ you and lee donghyuck created a bet that stated you two would have sex if he made the winning shot. now, you’re pinned up against the lockers, about to do the one thing best friends don’t do, and you definitely shouldn’t be wanting more.
WORD COUNT ▸ 2221 words
TAG LIST ▸ @leeknowsredeyeliner @wownajaemin @geniejunn @huangberryyy @halbae
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ 90s love hyuck still lives in my head rent free and i got his arrival ver pc so i had to finish this wip </3 i hope you guys enjoy it !! ♡
YOU WERE DEFINITELY IN OVER YOUR HEAD WHEN YOU MADE THE BET WITH LEE DONGHYUCK.
Now, you were in a predicament because you didn’t realize how stupid the words coming out of your mouth were. Maybe if you didn’t get so overly-excited back then, you wouldn’t have run your loud mouth so boldly. Moreover, you had declared it in front of the entire ice hockey team, which was probably going to haunt you for the rest of your college experience.
The bet decreed that if Lee Donghyuck made the winning goal, you would agree to have sex with him.
Burnt out and overworked, your boyfriend Mark decidedly takes your mental state into his hands and shows you that life is much more than just jobs and routine.
Genre: fluff, angst, feelings of anxiety and helplessness, mark is a cutie.
A/N: For all those who are struggling with their day-to-day life, this is for you.
Song inspiration: More - Sam Ryder
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"No."
Mark looks at you as if you've grown two heads, "what do you mean, no?" He demands with wide eyes.
"No means no. I need to finish this chapter before I can chill out," you don't even bother looking at him as you type out the words, the sounds of the keyboard bouncing off the walls of your Air BnB apartment that you've rented out for this week.
"You're in Dubrovnik," Mark leans over the table to catch your eye, though you do a good job of avoiding his, "there's no way you're being the slightest bit productive--"
"Mark, please. I'm really trying to finish this here," you send him a look that shows you're actually serious, "just give me ten minutes and I'll be good to go."
A sigh escapes his lips and he collapses into the chair next to yours, looking out at the panoramic view of the seascape speckled with shards of white from the reflection of the sun.
You're actually surprised and glad that he's listening to you, and resume typing up the last chapter for the story you've been posting online for free. It's easy getting back into that headspace when the silence overtakes the room, the quiet buzz of the air conditioner providing good background noise to channel your focus.
But all that is quickly shattered when Mark suddenly bolts upright, chair squeaking. He grabs onto your forearm and tugs you up to standing
"What the--Mark!"
He closes your laptop and drags you out of the door.
"Mark!" You're fighting against his iron hold even if you know it's in vain. He's not going to let you go so easily, so soon, "I didn't even save my work!"
He responds with a mere “later” as he continues dragging you out wherever he’s planned this small adventure.
Your mind immediately starts racing to all the things you still have not yet done; you forgot to send that work email that had been promised this morning, your files still need to be sorted and you briefly remember seeing your colleague’s message pop up on your screen as you were writing out your story instead of focusing on work. You mentally groan; why couldn’t have started with the ones that needed your attention the most?
It’s always this weird downward spiral in which you realize that you haven’t accomplished what you hoped you would. And then, the disappointment seeps through. Followed by shame and irritation.
Mark must have seen the look on your face, for he’s quick to press a kiss to your forehead. You blink, steered right back into the present.
“You’re getting distracted again,” he grins lopsidedly as he always does, that crooked smile that always gets your heart beating a little faster somehow, “stop that brain for a minute,” and he presses a finger to the same spot he’d kissed earlier.
“I’m trying,” you mumble out.
It’s not just work. It’s the fact that you’re not even doing a job you particularly enjoy. You spend your days wasted away at a desk, filing paperwork and printing stuff for people upon request. So whatever you do after work-hours has to be decidedly productive or towards your ideal career, that’s what your brain has trained you to think, anyway.
Every day upon coming home, it’s routine to dump the laptop and work bag on the couch before opening up your personal PC, where you’d type away at a new chapter in hopes of getting it done by the time Mark gets home for dinner. You take a small break during dinner to have nice, simple conversation, then you switch to the small art pieces you’ve been trying to create and that means splitting your time between actually making the art work and actually managing the Instagram page.
There’s no time left before bed. And the next day is the exact same cycle all over again.
No sooner have you started this so-called ‘productive’ routine that it turns toxic, though you don’t see it. Mark does and he’s reprimanded you multiple times for it.
“That much social media ain’t good for you,” he used to say as he watched you from his spot at the sink. He’s the one on cleaning duty while you’re the one cooking. It’s only fair that you divide the tasks.
“I need to do it.”
“You don’t need to do it.”
“Yes. Yes I do,” you looked at him then, “easy for you to say when you write songs for a living. That’s literally the best life anyone could ever ask for.”
“It’s a job,” Mark replied, “at the end of the day, we’re all tired.”
He’d been right that time. He’s always right.
But he came from a place of success. He had multiple opportunities to show his talent. Had the choices given to him.
And you always had to grovel as if you were being left behind.
“Alright, we’re here.”
Mark’s voice jolts you back to the present and you snap back to attention, only to gape at the entirety of seascape that dwarfs you over the horizon, beyond the bus windowpanes from behind which you’re watching. Mark’s hand finds yours, squeezing softly as he leads you out of the vehicle and it isn’t until you’re stepping onto the pavement that he throws his arms out, head tilting back up to the sky.
“Breathe in!” He sucks in a loud breath and you giggle, swat his arm for good measure, “stop it. You’re so embarrassing.”
“That’s my middle name baby,” he winks at you, causing you to swat him again as embarrassment takes over. Always the one with the flirting, even after four years together.
The roads in Dubrovnik aren’t like normal city streets. They follow the flow of the mountain, winding up and down, going narrow then expanding wide whenever it allows for space. They are flanked by multitudes of rocks and a rich foliage of green adorning the houses that line the street.
You spot other tourists making their way down the stony steps leading to the beach, where Mark is currently directing you. Beyond lies the glimmering turquoise sea water sloshing up to the bank of jagged rocks from where people are currently jumping off of. In the distance, you hear the sound of waves, the call of seagulls, the chatter of voices.
Life, in general.
"Shall we?" Mark gestures towards the stone steps leading to the beach and you nod mutely, still on the fence about leaving everything behind. Aren't you just wasting time like this? Maybe you should--
All thoughts scatter when he tugs you to him and before you know it, he's sauntering down the said stairs, whistling a tune under his breath, you in tow.
"Mark, I--"
"If it's about doing something productive, I don't wanna hear it."
Your laugh escapes you before you can stop it, "actually no, it's about the beach thing."
"What about it?" He turns to look at you and his sunglasses slip down his head to his nose. Your laugh increases tenfold and if you had taken notice of him, you would've seen the grin widening across his face.
"Well, I wanted to tell you that I'd prefer the shade," you say, following down the rest of the steps until you reach the rocky floor leading to the water, "it's hot and I don't feel like burning myself."
"That can be arranged princess."
You flush once more, swat him on the arm, "stop it you idiot.”
"You like it when I call you that huh?" Mark teases as you move to a shadier area and you pull a face at him, knowing that hitting him won't have any effect anyway.
People are everywhere; lounging along the beach on towels, sunbathing like cats in the sun, plunging in and cliff jumping like there's nothing else more important in the world.
You’re about to say something, only to be interrupted by Mark grabbing your cheeks and squishing them up.
“Gotta smile a little,” his voice is bubbly and yet, it’s the tenderness in his eyes that makes your heart feel all fuzzy, “life’s good. Right?”
“Right,” you mumble, mystified that this amazing man would want to go out with the likes of you.
But true to his promise, Mark is right. The water does cool you down and allow the thoughts to melt away as you submerge yourself. The freshness makes you gasp, hairs on the back of your neck rising with goosebumps as your body automatically moves to provide some warmth.
You can’t help but yelp when he inevitably splashes you with water, “Ugh Mark!”
He laughs, shrieking as you splash him back, “okay okay!” He giggles, ducking this way and that in an attempt to avoid your assault, “truce! I call truce!”
You lower your hands, lowering your guard and it’s only when you’re swimming away that his hands come pressing down on your shoulders.
He dunks you headfirst and you come up screaming.
“You are so annoying!” You push seawater and hair out of your eyes, hands blindly splashing him some more.
“Oh gosh Y/N,” he’s chortling and choking on water, hands coming up to shield his face, “your face! You should’ve seen your face!”
“I hate you!”
“No you don’t!”
And in a flash, his arms weave around your waist.
He blocks your arms at your sides, cages you in his hold until you’re face to face.
He grins at you with adoration in his eyes and you find yourself grinning too.
“You’re an idiot,” you murmur while his forehead leans against yours.
He chuckles softly before one of his hands slide up to cup your cheek, “an idiot for you, surely.”
“Oh stop it with the sweet talk.”
“But how am I supposed to woo your pants off?” He pouts.
“Easy. You don’t.”
"I so do."
Your hand clamps down onto his mouth, “you talk too much.”
He mumbles a string of incoherent words that make you laugh even more, only to lick your hand.
You yelp, pulling away as he smacks his lips, “hmm. Salty.”
"You are disgusting."
"But you love me."
"Not when you do that, no."
"You dooo," he whines like a kicked puppy, "you can't live without me Y/N."
Sighing, you're well aware that he's saying the truth, "you're right. I cannot--"
He's quick to interrupt with a kiss. He grins at your astounded expression. Then, heat flushes right up to your cheeks.
"Idiot," you hide your face into the crook of his neck so as not to show your embarrassment but it's of no use. Mark pulls you away to grin at your flustered expression and you know, despite the fact that you hate how transparent you are, Mark loves it terribly.
"Cute," he steals another kiss before you cab say anything else, and you splutter, "y--you--"
"Yes? I? Blew you off your feet?" He nuzzles his nose with yours, "as I always do?" And proceeds to kiss your cheek, giggling.
This is presumably what you love the most about Mark. He makes you forget the troubles of life if only to live in the moment. You can let go of everything and just be for a little while, you can relax and be yourself. The self that isn't weighed down by the numerous impossible tasks set for you.
You get cold soon enough and decide to warm up in the sun, sitting atop rocks with both legs dangling as you talk about everything, about life, about what you should do for the rest of the day.
"I'm hungry." You tell him after a while.
He hums, "what shall we eat? I know they're famous for their seafood."
You decide on walking along the street, as per what Mark likes to refer as "Hakuna Matata" style. That is, until you stumble upon a hot dog stand.
"You want that?" Mark asks after noticing the way you keep glancing back at it.
"Do you?"
He slings an arm around your shoulder with a grin, "if you want it, I want it too."
Afterwards, you decide to visit the famous Old Town, a tourist village of old stone buildings, millions of stone steps winding in and out of the main road as if you've stumbled into a fairytale. Your eyes take in the red-tiled rooftops, the buildings made up of stone pieces and the beautiful architecture that surrounds it. And you suddenly realize one thing:
You're incredibly lucky.
You are lucky to be here. Lucky to even have the opportunity to see all this.
And yet, you had been stressing about work and about not meeting deadlines.
It's when you're sitting outside on the steps leading to a random cathedral eating ice cream that you voice this out to Mark.
"Yeah you stress a lot Y/N. Sometimes you gotta just--" Mark gestures a wave with his hands, "let it go."
"I know," you mumble, finishing off the last of your ice cream, "it's easier said than done though."
His hand rubs comforting circles over your shoulder. Then, he motions for you to get up.
"Come on," he wipes the dust from his shorts, reaches a hand out for you to take, "let's go do something wild."
Turns out that "something wild" means cliff jumping on the edge of the open-air Pub that overlooked the ocean.
"You want me to jump that?" Your fear gets the better of you. You peek over the rock edge down at the deep aquamarine of the water below and wonder if this is the day you'll die.
"You better, because there's no other way down than this one," one of the other boys who had climbed up after you and Mark says. And then off he goes, catapulting into the water with a huge splash and a cry.
You look at Mark, "you want to kill me."
He laughs, a hand circling your waist before he presses a kiss to your forehead, "you want me to go first?"
"No no," you know that if Mark goes first you'll never have the courage to jump, "I'll go."
And so you do.
Taking a deep breath, you try to atabilize yourself and close your eyes. Then, without thinking twice, your feet kick off the stone and push yourself into the void, adrenaline rushing through your body.
You float in mid-air for a moment and you can't help the scream that tears out of your mouth.
And then the water hits. Your body plunges into the depths.
It's refreshing. It's cool, and the sound of rushing water fills your ears as you float up to the surface.
A grin blossoms across your face as you look up at the rocky cliff.
"Wooo!" You yell at Mark, "this is so cool!"
"Woo!" He yells back, "catapult! Incoming!"
And a second later, he's splashing in right beside you and you laugh. A full, deep-bellied laugh for the first time in ages.
"Pretty cool huh?" He pushes his wet hair back from his face and you help him, an affectionate smile on your lips, "yeah, pretty cool indeed."
"See? You would've missed all this if you were cooped up in your room," he nudges your arm with his as your hand finds support on his shoulder.
“Maybe I would’ve finished my work earlier,” you joke.
“But you’d just go back to work on something else,” he pushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “at least you get to enjoy yourself a little.”
“Have you ever considered doing a ted talk?” You ask him as you start swimming back towards the ladder, the cold finally seeping into your bones and making you shiver, “you might want to switch careers.”
“Nah but then I wouldn’t be able to personally counsel my girlfriend,” he looks up at you while you rummage for some dry towels. Tossing them at him, he continues, “where’s the fun in that?’
“Your girlfriend can do just fine.”
“Can she?” He raises a brow, “I don’t doubt it. But she still needs someone.”
It’s the way he looks at you as he says those words coated with nothing but a deep, full-fledged affection that makes you want to burst out into happy tears. You blink them back fiercely, turning away so as not to make a fool out of yourself as you grovel for an answer, “stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” His grin widens. He moves closer, chest almost touching your shoulder before he leans in and ever so slightly, murmurs into your ear, “like I love you?’
“Yes,” you narrow your eyes, “exactly that.”
Laughing some more as he winds an arm around your waist, he squeezes you to him, “love you,” he mumbles into your hair.
“Love you too.”
As the sun falls over the coast of the island, the pair of you decide to dash back to your little accommodation for a quick shower before deciding to have an early dinner by the beach. You walk along the shore spanning from one coastline to the next and as the golden hour comes up to unfurl its dreaminess onto the Croatian landscape, you can’t help but lose yourself in the beautiful way the sun glimmers over the waves to cast amber light over its surface, the sky turning a bright pinkish orange with cotton candy clouds that makes you dream forever.
You find a little spot by the rocks where the waves lap up at intervals and, with your Mcdonald burgers in hand — as basic as you are despite the abundance of amazing Dubrovnik food in the area — you sit back and watch the sun cast a final goodbye over the horizon before its like disappears.
“I actually don’t want this day to end,” is what falls out of your mouth when the final slithers of the sun drop away from view to cast shades of blue over the beach, “I don’t think I’ve laughed that much in a while.”
“It’s nice to see you like that,” Mark turns to you then, that same soft smile gracing his lips and making your heart tickle. He presses his shoulder to yours, a gesture of comfort that warms you up, “you work so much that I tend to forget how you look like when you smile—“
“Don’t be so dramatic—“
“I’m not, Y/N.” His eyes find yours, “I mean it. You come home always tired and I don’t know what’s going on because every time I ask you, you brush me away and say you don’t want to talk about it. That’s fair enough, but do you know how helpless I feel when you’re literally sleepwalking around the house? It hurts me more than you think, Y/N. And it’s worse because I can’t do anything about it.”
Everything he says rings with truth, and despite the fact that he’s being gentle and is actually saying this for your benefit, you can’t help the tears that swell up in the corner of your eyes and you look away in fear that he’ll see you sniffling, hating how ignorant you’d been of what Mark was going through because you were too wrapped up in your own little world to care.
“I’m sorry,” is what you mumble out, “I didn’t realize how bad it had become.”
Mark shakes his head before his arm weaves around your waist to tug you closer, “no need for sorry’s,” his lips ghost over your temple, “I just want you to smile more, to be happier, to have things to laugh about.”
“I’ll try to take care of myself more.”
“Yeah and I’ll be there to bully you if you don’t,” he grins against your forehead.
You push at him in response, though there’s a wide grin almost splitting your face in two as you nuzzle even closer to try and hide your face into the crook of his neck. A comfortable silence takes hold and you bask in the serenity it brings; here with Mark and with remnants of salt on the tip of your tongue, you allow yourself this moment to enjoy the lapping of waters, the soft rocking of boats tied to the harbor, the call of birds to signal the end of the day. And you know that you’d live for more days like this with Mark at your side.
“Hey,” Mark’s murmur causes you to blink up at him, only for his mouth to descend on yours, sealing that moment with a sweet kiss.
You stifle a breath to kiss back, one of your hands sliding up to press along his neck to deepen it. His tighten his hold around your waist and as your bodies press together, your mouths start moving in sync, slowly, slow waves softly bobbing and meeting half-way. Goosebumps rise along the back of your neck, heat coiling through your stomach the more you keep kissing, the more your lips chase each other’s as if there’s nothing else in the world that matters but this moment, this touch from him to you, from you to him.
Mark tilts his head to the side and you angle yours as you feel the warmth of his tongue licking along your bottom lip. You open up to him, allowing him to delve in as a soft whimper jumps out from your throat. He grunts in response and pulls you even closer if that’s possible.
As light-headed as you feel, you pull away in order to halt yourself from getting too carried away by the magic of it all. You are in a public space after all and definitely not in an appropriate one to exchange such intimacy.
Mark’s forehead finds its way to yours and he grins down at you wickedly, the same little mischievous boy that has stolen your heart for safekeeping.
“Thank you,” you breathe out in the comfortable silence wrapping you up in a cocoon of warmth you’d like to call home, “thank you for taking care of me.”
“Thank you,” he says back before pressing one last kiss to your lips, “for loving me.”
“Ew, how are you so cheesy?” You try to wrinkle your nose, even lean back for good measure, but he beats you to it by caging you in his hold and chuckling when it’s clear you won’t be able to get out so easily.
“Just for you, baby,” he smiles at you easily and your heart melts in your chest.
Mark’s right. You need to stop, and breathe, and live a little more. All this time you’ve been running around the clock in a competition against no one but your own shadow, and at the end of the day, you’re still human. You still need to rest, to have peace, to have love. And to be loved.
To be loved, and to give more love.
And you can’t think of anyone else you’d like to share it with other than Mark.
❝ i don’t care if she has a pretty face; if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.❞
PAIRING ▸ lee jeno x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, fight club au, rich kid au, college au, strangers to lovers
WARNINGS ▸ profanity, violent themes (fighting), mentions of blood, 7dream are all part of the fight club, ft. best friends karina and sungchan, sneaking around, fingering, strength/size kink, oral (fem. receiving), choking, sex ofc, lowkey corruption kink, also i swear jeno is soft
SUMMARY ▸ after park jisung introduces you to his shady after-school activity, you realize it’s far too dangerous to be involved with the underground fight club in any way. their members are rough around the edges—except for lee jeno, who keeps you coming back for more.
PLAYLIST ▸ atm by j. cole • baby don’t stop by nct u • new axis by nct u • nate growing up by labyrinth
WORD COUNT ▸ 11914 words
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ WOOO ITS FINALLY OUT i hope you guys like it and lmk what u think !! ♡ remember when this was supposed to be 5k words LOL + another note and the tag list is at the bottom (sorry i forgot to respond to yall in the comments but i think i got everyone!) and thank you again for all the love :’)
THIS WAS A BAD IDEA.
In fact, this was a terrible idea.
Jisung didn’t seem to think too much of it, but you felt completely out-of-place among the crowd of sweaty males. It wasn’t like you were left in the dark about your best friend’s hobbies, but you didn’t expect to see him beating up a bulkier man in a dingy, low-light warehouse.
It was hard to wrap your head around the shocking realization that Park Jisung was a good fighter. He was soft-spoken and gentle most of the time, so seeing your best friend punching another man with all his might was throwing you off. Jisung didn’t look like much compared to the other man, but he was swift enough to pin the man down and twist his arm at a dangerous angle behind his back.
“Alright, ‘Sung,” someone called when it was clear Jisung’s opponent wasn’t getting up. “I think it’s safe to say he tapped out.”
Another scoffed in response. “Did he say that, Jaemin?”
“He’s practically gone limp, Chenle. Just call it already,” Jaemin responded flatly.
renjun is the type of boyfriend who would do paintings on your body randomly, especially on sunny sundays! he loves to see your already breathtaking body full of his art. if he's feeling lazy then it's just minimalist art but if he's on mood mans gonna make your body an entire canvas AND sometimes uses it as an excuse to *coughs coughs* see you naked.
“I don’t know what you want me to say!” Jisung almost shouts at you. The argument you’ve been having for the past hour, spiralling so far out of control that you’d almost forgotten why it had even started in the first place.
“It’s not about what I want you to say! You can’t just say the things you think I want to hear, you need to be honest about how you feel, even if it upsets me sometimes. If you can’t be honest with me, then we’re just wasting our time here.” You retaliated, your voice just as loud and just as emotional as Jisung’s.
“I want you to be happy, is that such a bad thing?” Jisung looked at you, confused. Neither of you could see the other person’s point of view, both being so wrapped up in your own idea of how the argument should have gone.
The three members of the 00 line who lived in the Dream dorm had locked themselves in Jeno’s room. All of them too nervous to come out while your emotions were as high as they were. The tension could be felt all the way from the living room and the boys were nervous. You and Jisung had never had an argument this bad before, and they had no idea how you two were going to cope with the fallout of it.
hi can i request bf!jeno accidentally hurting his s/o that is fluff and kinda crack??
𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯!
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: bf!jeno x fem!reader
𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲(𝘀) & 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲(𝘀): fluff, crack, established relationship!au.
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: profanity, mentions of blood.
𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 0.99k
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Jeno was busy playing overwatch, he’s been playing it for hours and when you just wanted to ask for attention he accidently hits your face in joy.
“Fucking hell, i said go left, Jisung! Don’t you know left!?” He frustratedly yelled, furiously tapping on his keyboard.
He’s been playing overwatch for god knows how long and he's also been screaming at his headset, you wincing whenever he screams at Jisung through the mic.
You feel bad for the poor boy.
“Jisung! What the fuck!?” He yelled once again, you sighed shaking your head as you finally decided that it's time for him to give you attention.
You stood up, quickly making your way towards Jeno and when you leaned down to glance on his screen that’s when he raised his fist in joy, accidentally hitting you on the nose.
“Yes!” Were his last words before his fist met your nose.
“FUCK!” You cursed, stepping back a little as you cupped your (you think) broken nose.
Jeno’s eyes widened as he felt something meet his fist and when he heard your loud curse, he immediately turned his gaming chair around, rashly taking off his headset to attend to you as he saw you cupping your nose.
“Babe! Oh my god! I’m sorry! Are you okay!?” Jeno asked, clearly panicking as he placed his hand on your shoulder, the other on your chin trying to lift your face.
You brushed his hand away slightly pissed off, but when you glanced at his face you nearly laughed as you saw his worried puppy face. You nearly cooed at the sight.
And you just have to see more of it.
And so you have decided that you will be putting an act wherein you will scream at him and maybe cry while ranting how Jeno broke your nose eventhough the hit is not really that strong.
And so, you started.
“Do i look okay to you, genius!? I think you’ve broken my nose- ouch!” You yelled, glaring at him. When he tried to touch you once again, you stood up quickly.
“Do not touch me.” You threatened, a hand pointing at him as the other is still cupping your nose. His jaw went slack as he stared at you.
You slowly walked backwards, aiming for the door as you held eye contact with him and when he tried to stand up you sneered at him, pointing him once again, “Don’t move.”
He held his hands high up, “Okay, okay, i won’t!”
Once you reached the doorknob, you quickly made a run for it towards any of the guy who you see. Luckily for you, it is Renjun.
“Junnie!” You whined, voice a little muffled because you were still cupping your nose. Renjun immediately looked your way, smile faltering as confusion dawned over his face.
“YN! What happened to you?” Renjun asked, placing the glass of juice on the table as he reached for you.
“YN, baby, wait!” Jeno’s voice boomed through the hallway which made you run quickly towards Renjun.
“Jeno hit me in the face!” You cried, hiding your face on Renjun’s neck as the said guy reacted violently on what you said.
“What!?” He asked, eyes immediately darting at Jeno as he gave him an icy glare.
You nodded, “And i think my nose is broken, look it’s bleeding!” You whined, moving a little to show Renjun your nose that’s fine.
He gave you a questioning look when he saw your fine nose, you whispered, “Just go with it.”
Realization dawned on his face and he just nodded at you before giving Jeno a glare once again.
“You fool! What did you do to my sister!?” Renjun exclaimed, carressing your hair as you resumed your oscar award winning crying.
“I-i didn’t mean it- it was an accident!” Jeno defended himself, eyes widening as he defended himself.
“What is going on?” Haechan then entered the premises, hands on the pocket of his trousers as he looked at Renjun and Jeno alternately before his eyes landed on your figure.
“Oh my god! My baby is crying!” Haechan said, quickly walking to you not even noticing the glare Jeno gave him.
“Haechannie!” You cried, quickly hugging Haechan.
“What did you to my baby?” Haechan asked Jeno as he rubbed your back.
“Nothing! I did nothing! And he’s my baby, not your baby!” Jeno said, slowly being pissed off the longer he stare at Haechan's hand that’s been rubbing your back.
“YN, come on, let's get you to the hospital.” Jeno said, walking towards you but stopped when Renjun pointed him.
“No! Don't you ever come near my baby sister!” Renjun threatened.
“Yeah, don’t you ever come near his baby sister!” Haechan second which made you laugh, but then stopped as you remember you are still acting.
“Oh my god, leave us alone! Give me my girlfriend so i can bring her to the hospital!” Jeno said, pushing Renjun aside as Jeno pulled you from Haechan’s embrace.
“What the fuck! You are not even bleeding!” Jeno said as he saw your face, you hesitantly smiled at him, “I was joking.”
“You made me worry!” Jeno exclaimed, you pouted at him hugging his waist as you placed your chin on his chest.
“I’m sorry.” You softly said, giving him the bubu eyes which always got him and it worked as he leaned down to give you a soft peck on the lips.
“Never do that again, okay? And i'm sorry if i hit your face, is it too strong?” He asked, you just shook your head at him smiling softly.
“Good. I love you.” He said, you smiled at him which made him smile, his eyes turning into crescents.
“I lov—”
“Ew, can we like leave this area first?” Haechan interrupted, giving you both a disgusted look and as you moved your eyes to Renjun, he was also giving you the exact same look.
They both started walking off and as Renjun and Haechan passed by your figure you heard them whisper.
“People with love life disgusts me.”
“Maybe because you know you will never have one.”
“Oh, fuck you.”
a/n: i’m sorry if this is kinda cringey, but i tried my best :)
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