includes :: [ 2.4k ] enemy!nct dream x reader ( mostly gender neutral ). enemies with the dreamies but their voice cracks when insulting you because they can’t handle how much they want you. aka a bunch of cliche enemies to lovers plots ft nct dream. possessiveness yessir. mild profanity. obliviousness. they’re so in love it hurts. enemies to lovers but not really done right yknow ( they’re not always enemies ). y/n is ? easily irritated and annoyed idk why i didn’t write them as a badass so.trigger warning my writing is horrible in this omg. all mistakes are unintentional !!!!
authors note, enemies to lovers oh how i love you my dearest. also why are these so long 😭 smth came over me when writing chenle’s ( the first one i wrote ) and suddenly they all needed to be around four hundred words. but ! please enjoy lovelies 💛 ( reposting this because my last post was NOT letting me save my edits )
haechan’s topic of insult was worse than if he actually insulted you. he flirted. flirted so much until you snapped, until you spun around and slapped him ( it happened once. he still didn’t shut up ). he was so, so irritating. it had you clenching your hands into fists, it had you biting your tongue to stop from screaming, hitting, yelling.
“hi pretty.” haechan slid up next to you, leaning against the locker next to yours, and you wanted to immediately swing on him. his voice was the only thing he needed to annoy you to the point where it drove you mad.
“no,” was all you managed to say in return. and he cocked his head to the side in faux obliviousness.
“no?” he repeated innocently, trailing after you as you attempted to speed walk away. “what ever do you mean by ‘no’, sweetheart?”
you grit your teeth. “i mean no, by go away, leave me alone, fuck off — whatever it takes for you to get the hint.” your fingers flex at your side as you pick up your pace.
he calmly kept up with you. “all worked up for me?” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and tugging you closer, your side pressing against his as haechan ducked his head slightly, breath panning over your ear. “don’t go making me feel special,” he whispered.
when trying to shift out of his grip fails, you send him a second sharp glare. “i despise everything about you,” you seethed, only earning a grin from him, and that infuriated you further.
“that’s my role, sweetheart,” haechan spoke happily, still bouncing alone with your long strides. he sent smiles to whoever gave the two of you curious looks as you walked through the halls.
when you finally managed to scramble out of his grip he just slid his hands in his pockets, kept up pace right beside you. walking in silence until you broke it by turning to him.
“why are you still next to me??” exasperated and annoyed, peeved further at the way his smile only grew.
“i like being next to you,” he answered smoothly. and there was something underlining his tone, but you were too irked to bother analyzing it.
“i don’t like being next to you,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. “fuck off, haechan.”
“i like the way you say my name,” haechan hummed, “say it again.”
that earned him an aggravated sound.
cute.
chenle, the loudest, most irritating and grating voice you’ve ever heard. his laugh is worse. squeakier, higher pitched. louder. like that’s even possible. his smile turns into a smirk when seeing you, and your stare turns into a glare. he’s prone to pestering you, as if he couldn’t get enough of your snappy ‘shut up’s and snarky retorts.
“you look like a mess,” he hummed as he fell into step beside you, noting your ruffled look. as if you had just gotten out of a fight.
“you’d know, wouldn’t you?” you responded smoothly, not bothering to glance his way.
he grinned. “well i see you every day —” he cut himself off with a laugh when you finally sent him a sharp glare. “you’re so sensitive,” he said, amusement still tracing his tone. and when you didn’t respond he let out a small breath. “so who was the lucky person that got to throw a few punches at your face?”
“no one,” you bit, tensing slightly. “leave it alone.”
chenle’s expression dropped just slightly, and he quickly stopped you from walking by reaching out and grasping your forearm. “who was it?” he asked again, something flicking in his gaze.
“no one,” you repeated, pulling away from his grip. “there was no one.”
chenle stepped closer into your space, and you stepped back. it continued until he cornered you, your back hitting a wall, and his hands were placed beside your head. he ducked down slightly until your faces were at eye level. “bullshit.” he whispered, voice low. lower than you were used to. eyes darker than you’ve ever seen. it made your skin itch at the unfamiliarity.
his hand moved and gripped your chin, turning your head to the side as his other hand came up to brush his fingers over your cheek. and you winced slightly. “bruise forming here,” he said, and his hand traveled to your temple, grazing there. “redness.” and he reached to grab your wrist, tugging it up. “blood,” he eyed the faint red staining your knuckles.
you went quiet, slinking down slightly as you glared up at chenle, lips pressing together to form a thin, unimpressed line. you tugged your wrist back, letting it fall back to your side as he easily let it go.
chenle leaned closer until you were practically breathing the same air. his eyes scanned your face, and he whispered out a singular word. “who.”
jisung was the quiet type. quiet until you get him worked up, or until he’s in proximity of ten feet of you. because then, he’ll start jabbing insults your way. nothing out of the blue, instead whispered retorts when he took notice of your mistakes. a quiet, mocking scoff that no one else hears.
you tried to not let it bother you. and often, it didn’t. but it still gave you that feeling; hyper awareness of every movement you made, wondering if jisung would somehow find flaw in that. the tension whenever you noticed he was in the same room, because you could feel his eyes boring into you, trying so hard to find something to poke fun about.
“you’re always staring,” you spoke one day with a random burst of confidence, turning in your seat to face jisung. he blinked, taken off guard. “why?”
he blinked again, fingers fidgeting against the desk. “i’m not,” he denied, lips downturning slightly, the start of a frown.
“you are,” you disagree, wondering if you’d ever had a conversation that’s this civil with him . . . ever.
“i’m not,” jisung repeated, gaze flicking to the side as if he could find a way out of this conversation. which confused you, because he never backed down from making even the tiniest comment about the way you’re sitting — your posture, anything.
you pressed your lips together, and conflict flickered through jisung’s eyes. but it was gone before you could mention it. and he opened his mouth. “maybe i am,” he agreed slowly. “but only because it’s perplexing to me how you’re still in this class. aren’t you failing?”
and you made the same caught off guard expression that he had earlier. you knew the chance of respectful conversation wasn’t possible for jisung, but part of you had let yourself hope for a moment. “i’m not,” you repeated his earlier statement.
the start of an amused smirk twitched at his lips, and he quickly schooled his expression. “your last test score doesn’t prove that.”
“so you were looking,” you pointed out, raising an eyebrow, expression expectant.
jisung once again found himself going quiet at your words. he felt his ears burning in embarrassment, sputtering out a response. “a giant red 50 at the top of the page is hard to miss.” he tried defending himself.
“but you were looking.” you almost found yourself grinning.
“i was not —”
jeno loved to try and be your typical bad boy. the ones who wore sleeveless shirts just to show off, the casual heartbreaker without even breaking many hearts. he was all smirks and testing your patience. he was particularly fond of you — or bothering you, to be more frank. but one can say you were fond of bothering him too. you both had been butting heads for god knows long, matched spitfire insults, biting words, and dagger sharp glares.
you could go every day without ever seeing lee jeno again, but here he was, as always, to ruin your day. always up in your face, always looking at you. hands shoved in his pockets as he stayed quiet. knowing that just his presence near you would be enough.
it always was.
because you always reeled on him, always spun on your heel to make some pissed off retort even despite the fact that he hadn’t even done anything. “can you go away?” you threw your hands up slightly, disgruntled.
“something bothering you?” jeno questioned, voice pitched just enough to be teasing, leaning in closer.
“you,” your eyes narrowed as you jabbed your pointer finger at his chest. he glanced down at the motion, and leaned closer.
“am i? i haven’t even done anything.” always playing dumb. it was on repeat in your routine, endlessly.
you pressed your lips into a thin line, hand falling back to your side, and he looked at your hand once more before back up to your face. always in your face. and it took half a second to realize how close he had actually leaned in. if he leaned in an inch closer —
but you didn’t back down. a simmering tension settling in the space between you and him. a piercing silence ringing in your ears, unwavering under his gaze.
his hand came up, hooking a finger under your chin to tilt your head up and face him better. you still held. at least until his gaze flicked down to your lips, up again, and down once more. you pulled away with a ( flustered ) huff, trying to calm down your racing thoughts and the fluttering in your stomach, your focus flicked over jeno’s features, annoyance piqued when all you saw was that irritatingly neutral smirk on his face.
you hated yourself for getting affected. it was jeno. what else could you expect?
renjun was so easily annoyed. every little thing you did pissed him off to his wits end. you always had to make everything so much harder than it needed to be. and every time you acted like you did nothing wrong. especially when the world hated you both and ended up in pairs for projects.
“why do you always have to make things so difficult??” renjun half exclaimed, letting out a groan and wanting nothing more than to knock his head against the lab table. he reached out to snatch the object in your hand away, earning a small annoyed sound from you, and he could care less.
“read the instructions!” you responded, shoving the paper in his face, and he snatched that from your hands as well, scanning down the words.
“we’re supposed to pour in the — before the —” renjun stumbled over his words, completely bewildered that you could get it so wrong. he set the instructions down on the table too calmly for his expression. he sucked in a small breath, before moving and practically forcing you out of your spot in front of the materials. “just let me do it,” he mumbled, eyebrows furrowed in frustration, letting out a sharp sigh.
an annoyed sound came from you, but you gave up anyway. you always did. not that you wanted to leech off him to get a good grade, simply that after he got irritated, renjun wouldn’t let you touch the project anymore.
you slouched forward, elbow on the table as you rested your chin in your palm, lips pursing in frustration as you honed your attention on his hands, silently watching him work, trying to permeate the air with your annoyance.
which he obviously picked up on, eyes flicking up to you. “you’re so difficult,” he muttered after a silent moment, his grip on a pencil tightening for a split second. and there was something behind his words. something you couldn’t identify, but the most you knew he wanted to yell at you again.
you made a face. “you’re so difficult,” you repeated the words back to him, earning another quick exhale. it almost sounded regretfully amused.
renjun rolled his eyes at your words despite, but he moved his hands, sliding the instructions over to you. an offer. silent, grudging, but an offer despite.
he didn’t say anything else, just continued working. hands diligent, not looking up at you anymore.
jaemin had a painful tendency to care for you when he shouldn’t. every time you found yourself in trouble, he would be there, tugging you away as you tried pulling out of his grip, cursing at him. he’d shoot back, calling you an idiot for getting caught up in the situation.
“i’m not drunk,” you argued, trying to push away. he had you held close as he maneuvered through the crowd, gaze hard.
“maybe not, but you’re obviously not thinking straight if you’re letting creeps get that close to you,” jaemin snapped in return, effectively shutting you up. for a solid minute.
“how were they creeps?” you scoffed, still trying to get out of his grasp.
jaemin only held onto you tighter. “they were all over you.” and he pulled you outside, pausing to let his gaze travel your body, making sure you were alright. “creeps,” he muttered in one final confirmation that he wasn’t letting you go back.
you went quiet again, finally letting yourself get pulled along, arriving at his car, and he opened the door to his passenger seat, urging you to sit.
“i‘m taking you home,” he answered your question before you asked it.
“what?” your eyes widened slightly. “no — let me go back!” you complained, watching him blink at you before he let out a sigh and pushed you to the seat. you sat down despite yourself, watching as he leaned in to buckle you. “jaemin —”
he sent you a small look that once again got you to shut up, and you slouched in your seat slightly, grumbling. he moved to the driver's side and climbed in, the silence stiff as he started up the vehicle, a low hum from the engine filling the space.
you watched the scenery change as he drove. you didn’t bother asking how he knew the directions to where you lived. and just because you couldn’t help it, you spoke again. “why do you always butt in like this?” he glanced at you before back at the road. “you’re always coming in whenever just to annoy me —” you continued on your small complaint of how he always seems to be there.
the longer your words went on, the tenser he got. his grip on the steering wheel was too tight to mean nothing. “yeah, doll. just to annoy you,” he muttered, exhaling slowly. you were so insufferable.
⌗ ꒰ 𝓯ujinaga 𝓼akuya x f.reader ꒱ ❤︎ 0.3k, fluff, est. relationship, idol!sakuya, mua!reader, just saku being annoying 😭
⌗ being your boyfriend’s makeup artists had it’s perks, but definitely had it’s downsides too ࿔*:･ﾟ
메시지: short BUT!! quality over quantity riiiight 😄i loooved saku’s otl looks i had to do something
“saku.” your voice whisper-yelled, slowly getting more irritated with your boyfriend. “quit. moving.” you’d been trying attempting to finish up his makeup, but with him squirming around and fake coughing or sneezing, it was impossible. “you go on stage soon, i have to wrap this up now!” you threw your head back in annoyance, letting out a sharp exhale.
“okay, okay.” he giggled, a toothy smile plastered across his face. “i promise i’ll stop.”
taking his word, you resumed working, blending out the blush you powdered on his cheeks. for the next few minutes, you worked without any interruption, finally able to do your job at peace.
until.
just as you swiped lip tint on, he suddenly pouted his lips out at you. a stupid(ly cute) kissy-faced sakuya looking back at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes knowing that he’d just riled you up again.
“babe!” you groaned out in anger, eyebrows knitting together. “seriously, you wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t me.” you sulked, firmly holding his face in place now.
“mmm,” he hummed, waiting for you to be done. “don’t you feel special though? like, you’re the only one who gets this treatment.” he shut his eyes as you sprayed fixing spray over his face, slightly frowning as you did. “do you not?”
“it’s annoying, saku.” a thick sigh escaped your lips as you adjusted the strands of hair that fell out of place. “you’re annoying.” you gently punched his chest, rolling your eyes at him.
“whatever, cutie.” he pinched your cheeks, a smile growing back on his face. “you better get used to it.”
“so essentially, haechan cheated,” you spoke, rolling your eyes. jaemin let out a soft laugh, smiling affectionately at you.
it was peaceful — the two of you sitting against a tree, the grass green, the breeze calm.
“it’s fine,” you continued on, the sour expression on your face letting jaemin know it was not fine, but he didn’t comment on it, letting you continue your story. “thankfully chenle beat his ass in the next round, so it kind of makes up for it,” you hummed.
jaemin offered a smile as he scanned your face, but you turned your head to look forward, plucking a daisy from the ground, twirling it between your fingers.
you let out a small sigh, the smile you had been keeping up fading, and jaemin’s expression creasing with concern.
"i miss you jaem," you mumbled, staring at the daisy.
jaemin let out a breath. "i miss you too," he mumbled, reaching out for you, but his hand passed through your arm like it always did.
you leaned your head back, resting it against the tree. he watched you throw the daisy away to get lost in the field before closing your eyes.
"i'll visit tomorrow," you promised in a hushed voice. you made that promise every day. yet you could never bring yourself to fully accept it. and visiting the cold rock that cemented everything . . . "i promise."
when ppl don’t put tags on reblogs it does make me a little sad…. like….. what are you thinking…. how are you feeling…. what have we done to each other…. what will we do….
includes :: [ 2.4k ] enemy!nct dream x reader ( mostly gender neutral ). enemies with the dreamies but their voice cracks when insulting you because they can’t handle how much they want you. aka a bunch of cliche enemies to lovers plots ft nct dream. possessiveness yessir. mild profanity. obliviousness. they’re so in love it hurts. enemies to lovers but not really done right yknow ( they’re not always enemies ). y/n is ? easily irritated and annoyed idk why i didn’t write them as a badass so.trigger warning my writing is horrible in this omg. all mistakes are unintentional !!!!
authors note, enemies to lovers oh how i love you my dearest. also why are these so long 😭 smth came over me when writing chenle’s ( the first one i wrote ) and suddenly they all needed to be around four hundred words. but ! please enjoy lovelies 💛 ( reposting this because my last post was NOT letting me save my edits )
haechan’s topic of insult was worse than if he actually insulted you. he flirted. flirted so much until you snapped, until you spun around and slapped him ( it happened once. he still didn’t shut up ). he was so, so irritating. it had you clenching your hands into fists, it had you biting your tongue to stop from screaming, hitting, yelling.
“hi pretty.” haechan slid up next to you, leaning against the locker next to yours, and you wanted to immediately swing on him. his voice was the only thing he needed to annoy you to the point where it drove you mad.
“no,” was all you managed to say in return. and he cocked his head to the side in faux obliviousness.
“no?” he repeated innocently, trailing after you as you attempted to speed walk away. “what ever do you mean by ‘no’, sweetheart?”
you grit your teeth. “i mean no, by go away, leave me alone, fuck off — whatever it takes for you to get the hint.” your fingers flex at your side as you pick up your pace.
he calmly kept up with you. “all worked up for me?” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and tugging you closer, your side pressing against his as haechan ducked his head slightly, breath panning over your ear. “don’t go making me feel special,” he whispered.
when trying to shift out of his grip fails, you send him a second sharp glare. “i despise everything about you,” you seethed, only earning a grin from him, and that infuriated you further.
“that’s my role, sweetheart,” haechan spoke happily, still bouncing alone with your long strides. he sent smiles to whoever gave the two of you curious looks as you walked through the halls.
when you finally managed to scramble out of his grip he just slid his hands in his pockets, kept up pace right beside you. walking in silence until you broke it by turning to him.
“why are you still next to me??” exasperated and annoyed, peeved further at the way his smile only grew.
“i like being next to you,” he answered smoothly. and there was something underlining his tone, but you were too irked to bother analyzing it.
“i don’t like being next to you,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. “fuck off, haechan.”
“i like the way you say my name,” haechan hummed, “say it again.”
that earned him an aggravated sound.
cute.
chenle, the loudest, most irritating and grating voice you’ve ever heard. his laugh is worse. squeakier, higher pitched. louder. like that’s even possible. his smile turns into a smirk when seeing you, and your stare turns into a glare. he’s prone to pestering you, as if he couldn’t get enough of your snappy ‘shut up’s and snarky retorts.
“you look like a mess,” he hummed as he fell into step beside you, noting your ruffled look. as if you had just gotten out of a fight.
“you’d know, wouldn’t you?” you responded smoothly, not bothering to glance his way.
he grinned. “well i see you every day —” he cut himself off with a laugh when you finally sent him a sharp glare. “you’re so sensitive,” he said, amusement still tracing his tone. and when you didn’t respond he let out a small breath. “so who was the lucky person that got to throw a few punches at your face?”
“no one,” you bit, tensing slightly. “leave it alone.”
chenle’s expression dropped just slightly, and he quickly stopped you from walking by reaching out and grasping your forearm. “who was it?” he asked again, something flicking in his gaze.
“no one,” you repeated, pulling away from his grip. “there was no one.”
chenle stepped closer into your space, and you stepped back. it continued until he cornered you, your back hitting a wall, and his hands were placed beside your head. he ducked down slightly until your faces were at eye level. “bullshit.” he whispered, voice low. lower than you were used to. eyes darker than you’ve ever seen. it made your skin itch at the unfamiliarity.
his hand moved and gripped your chin, turning your head to the side as his other hand came up to brush his fingers over your cheek. and you winced slightly. “bruise forming here,” he said, and his hand traveled to your temple, grazing there. “redness.” and he reached to grab your wrist, tugging it up. “blood,” he eyed the faint red staining your knuckles.
you went quiet, slinking down slightly as you glared up at chenle, lips pressing together to form a thin, unimpressed line. you tugged your wrist back, letting it fall back to your side as he easily let it go.
chenle leaned closer until you were practically breathing the same air. his eyes scanned your face, and he whispered out a singular word. “who.”
jisung was the quiet type. quiet until you get him worked up, or until he’s in proximity of ten feet of you. because then, he’ll start jabbing insults your way. nothing out of the blue, instead whispered retorts when he took notice of your mistakes. a quiet, mocking scoff that no one else hears.
you tried to not let it bother you. and often, it didn’t. but it still gave you that feeling; hyper awareness of every movement you made, wondering if jisung would somehow find flaw in that. the tension whenever you noticed he was in the same room, because you could feel his eyes boring into you, trying so hard to find something to poke fun about.
“you’re always staring,” you spoke one day with a random burst of confidence, turning in your seat to face jisung. he blinked, taken off guard. “why?”
he blinked again, fingers fidgeting against the desk. “i’m not,” he denied, lips downturning slightly, the start of a frown.
“you are,” you disagree, wondering if you’d ever had a conversation that’s this civil with him . . . ever.
“i’m not,” jisung repeated, gaze flicking to the side as if he could find a way out of this conversation. which confused you, because he never backed down from making even the tiniest comment about the way you’re sitting — your posture, anything.
you pressed your lips together, and conflict flickered through jisung’s eyes. but it was gone before you could mention it. and he opened his mouth. “maybe i am,” he agreed slowly. “but only because it’s perplexing to me how you’re still in this class. aren’t you failing?”
and you made the same caught off guard expression that he had earlier. you knew the chance of respectful conversation wasn’t possible for jisung, but part of you had let yourself hope for a moment. “i’m not,” you repeated his earlier statement.
the start of an amused smirk twitched at his lips, and he quickly schooled his expression. “your last test score doesn’t prove that.”
“so you were looking,” you pointed out, raising an eyebrow, expression expectant.
jisung once again found himself going quiet at your words. he felt his ears burning in embarrassment, sputtering out a response. “a giant red 50 at the top of the page is hard to miss.” he tried defending himself.
“but you were looking.” you almost found yourself grinning.
“i was not —”
jeno loved to try and be your typical bad boy. the ones who wore sleeveless shirts just to show off, the casual heartbreaker without even breaking many hearts. he was all smirks and testing your patience. he was particularly fond of you — or bothering you, to be more frank. but one can say you were fond of bothering him too. you both had been butting heads for god knows long, matched spitfire insults, biting words, and dagger sharp glares.
you could go every day without ever seeing lee jeno again, but here he was, as always, to ruin your day. always up in your face, always looking at you. hands shoved in his pockets as he stayed quiet. knowing that just his presence near you would be enough.
it always was.
because you always reeled on him, always spun on your heel to make some pissed off retort even despite the fact that he hadn’t even done anything. “can you go away?” you threw your hands up slightly, disgruntled.
“something bothering you?” jeno questioned, voice pitched just enough to be teasing, leaning in closer.
“you,” your eyes narrowed as you jabbed your pointer finger at his chest. he glanced down at the motion, and leaned closer.
“am i? i haven’t even done anything.” always playing dumb. it was on repeat in your routine, endlessly.
you pressed your lips into a thin line, hand falling back to your side, and he looked at your hand once more before back up to your face. always in your face. and it took half a second to realize how close he had actually leaned in. if he leaned in an inch closer —
but you didn’t back down. a simmering tension settling in the space between you and him. a piercing silence ringing in your ears, unwavering under his gaze.
his hand came up, hooking a finger under your chin to tilt your head up and face him better. you still held. at least until his gaze flicked down to your lips, up again, and down once more. you pulled away with a ( flustered ) huff, trying to calm down your racing thoughts and the fluttering in your stomach, your focus flicked over jeno’s features, annoyance piqued when all you saw was that irritatingly neutral smirk on his face.
you hated yourself for getting affected. it was jeno. what else could you expect?
renjun was so easily annoyed. every little thing you did pissed him off to his wits end. you always had to make everything so much harder than it needed to be. and every time you acted like you did nothing wrong. especially when the world hated you both and ended up in pairs for projects.
“why do you always have to make things so difficult??” renjun half exclaimed, letting out a groan and wanting nothing more than to knock his head against the lab table. he reached out to snatch the object in your hand away, earning a small annoyed sound from you, and he could care less.
“read the instructions!” you responded, shoving the paper in his face, and he snatched that from your hands as well, scanning down the words.
“we’re supposed to pour in the — before the —” renjun stumbled over his words, completely bewildered that you could get it so wrong. he set the instructions down on the table too calmly for his expression. he sucked in a small breath, before moving and practically forcing you out of your spot in front of the materials. “just let me do it,” he mumbled, eyebrows furrowed in frustration, letting out a sharp sigh.
an annoyed sound came from you, but you gave up anyway. you always did. not that you wanted to leech off him to get a good grade, simply that after he got irritated, renjun wouldn’t let you touch the project anymore.
you slouched forward, elbow on the table as you rested your chin in your palm, lips pursing in frustration as you honed your attention on his hands, silently watching him work, trying to permeate the air with your annoyance.
which he obviously picked up on, eyes flicking up to you. “you’re so difficult,” he muttered after a silent moment, his grip on a pencil tightening for a split second. and there was something behind his words. something you couldn’t identify, but the most you knew he wanted to yell at you again.
you made a face. “you’re so difficult,” you repeated the words back to him, earning another quick exhale. it almost sounded regretfully amused.
renjun rolled his eyes at your words despite, but he moved his hands, sliding the instructions over to you. an offer. silent, grudging, but an offer despite.
he didn’t say anything else, just continued working. hands diligent, not looking up at you anymore.
jaemin had a painful tendency to care for you when he shouldn’t. every time you found yourself in trouble, he would be there, tugging you away as you tried pulling out of his grip, cursing at him. he’d shoot back, calling you an idiot for getting caught up in the situation.
“i’m not drunk,” you argued, trying to push away. he had you held close as he maneuvered through the crowd, gaze hard.
“maybe not, but you’re obviously not thinking straight if you’re letting creeps get that close to you,” jaemin snapped in return, effectively shutting you up. for a solid minute.
“how were they creeps?” you scoffed, still trying to get out of his grasp.
jaemin only held onto you tighter. “they were all over you.” and he pulled you outside, pausing to let his gaze travel your body, making sure you were alright. “creeps,” he muttered in one final confirmation that he wasn’t letting you go back.
you went quiet again, finally letting yourself get pulled along, arriving at his car, and he opened the door to his passenger seat, urging you to sit.
“i‘m taking you home,” he answered your question before you asked it.
“what?” your eyes widened slightly. “no — let me go back!” you complained, watching him blink at you before he let out a sigh and pushed you to the seat. you sat down despite yourself, watching as he leaned in to buckle you. “jaemin —”
he sent you a small look that once again got you to shut up, and you slouched in your seat slightly, grumbling. he moved to the driver's side and climbed in, the silence stiff as he started up the vehicle, a low hum from the engine filling the space.
you watched the scenery change as he drove. you didn’t bother asking how he knew the directions to where you lived. and just because you couldn’t help it, you spoke again. “why do you always butt in like this?” he glanced at you before back at the road. “you’re always coming in whenever just to annoy me —” you continued on your small complaint of how he always seems to be there.
the longer your words went on, the tenser he got. his grip on the steering wheel was too tight to mean nothing. “yeah, doll. just to annoy you,” he muttered, exhaling slowly. you were so insufferable.
⌗ ꒰ 𝒽irose 𝓇yo x f!reader ꒱ ❤︎ 10 slides, fluff, idol!ryo, idol!reader, hidden rls, ana from h2h as reader’s faceclaim
⌗ hiding your relationship with ryo was a little harder than you expected ࿔*:･ﾟ
메시지: requested by my beloved 🪿 anon!! also let’s ignore how wish and h2h’s pfps are from otl and rude era 😭 i made all the accounts and semi-started in may and then discarded it so they’re all a comeback behind #oops #notloreaccurate #sorry
the height difference between jeno and jaemin when they're sitting always gets me because jaem's all prim and proper and sitting straight and jeno's just 🦐🍤
includes :: [ 2.4k ] enemy!nct dream x reader ( mostly gender neutral ). enemies with the dreamies but their voice cracks when insulting you because they can’t handle how much they want you. aka a bunch of cliche enemies to lovers plots ft nct dream. possessiveness yessir. mild profanity. obliviousness. they’re so in love it hurts. enemies to lovers but not really done right yknow ( they’re not always enemies ). y/n is ? easily irritated and annoyed idk why i didn’t write them as a badass so.trigger warning my writing is horrible in this omg. all mistakes are unintentional !!!!
authors note, enemies to lovers oh how i love you my dearest. also why are these so long 😭 smth came over me when writing chenle’s ( the first one i wrote ) and suddenly they all needed to be around four hundred words. but ! please enjoy lovelies 💛 ( reposting this because my last post was NOT letting me save my edits )
haechan’s topic of insult was worse than if he actually insulted you. he flirted. flirted so much until you snapped, until you spun around and slapped him ( it happened once. he still didn’t shut up ). he was so, so irritating. it had you clenching your hands into fists, it had you biting your tongue to stop from screaming, hitting, yelling.
“hi pretty.” haechan slid up next to you, leaning against the locker next to yours, and you wanted to immediately swing on him. his voice was the only thing he needed to annoy you to the point where it drove you mad.
“no,” was all you managed to say in return. and he cocked his head to the side in faux obliviousness.
“no?” he repeated innocently, trailing after you as you attempted to speed walk away. “what ever do you mean by ‘no’, sweetheart?”
you grit your teeth. “i mean no, by go away, leave me alone, fuck off — whatever it takes for you to get the hint.” your fingers flex at your side as you pick up your pace.
he calmly kept up with you. “all worked up for me?” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and tugging you closer, your side pressing against his as haechan ducked his head slightly, breath panning over your ear. “don’t go making me feel special,” he whispered.
when trying to shift out of his grip fails, you send him a second sharp glare. “i despise everything about you,” you seethed, only earning a grin from him, and that infuriated you further.
“that’s my role, sweetheart,” haechan spoke happily, still bouncing alone with your long strides. he sent smiles to whoever gave the two of you curious looks as you walked through the halls.
when you finally managed to scramble out of his grip he just slid his hands in his pockets, kept up pace right beside you. walking in silence until you broke it by turning to him.
“why are you still next to me??” exasperated and annoyed, peeved further at the way his smile only grew.
“i like being next to you,” he answered smoothly. and there was something underlining his tone, but you were too irked to bother analyzing it.
“i don’t like being next to you,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. “fuck off, haechan.”
“i like the way you say my name,” haechan hummed, “say it again.”
that earned him an aggravated sound.
cute.
chenle, the loudest, most irritating and grating voice you’ve ever heard. his laugh is worse. squeakier, higher pitched. louder. like that’s even possible. his smile turns into a smirk when seeing you, and your stare turns into a glare. he’s prone to pestering you, as if he couldn’t get enough of your snappy ‘shut up’s and snarky retorts.
“you look like a mess,” he hummed as he fell into step beside you, noting your ruffled look. as if you had just gotten out of a fight.
“you’d know, wouldn’t you?” you responded smoothly, not bothering to glance his way.
he grinned. “well i see you every day —” he cut himself off with a laugh when you finally sent him a sharp glare. “you’re so sensitive,” he said, amusement still tracing his tone. and when you didn’t respond he let out a small breath. “so who was the lucky person that got to throw a few punches at your face?”
“no one,” you bit, tensing slightly. “leave it alone.”
chenle’s expression dropped just slightly, and he quickly stopped you from walking by reaching out and grasping your forearm. “who was it?” he asked again, something flicking in his gaze.
“no one,” you repeated, pulling away from his grip. “there was no one.”
chenle stepped closer into your space, and you stepped back. it continued until he cornered you, your back hitting a wall, and his hands were placed beside your head. he ducked down slightly until your faces were at eye level. “bullshit.” he whispered, voice low. lower than you were used to. eyes darker than you’ve ever seen. it made your skin itch at the unfamiliarity.
his hand moved and gripped your chin, turning your head to the side as his other hand came up to brush his fingers over your cheek. and you winced slightly. “bruise forming here,” he said, and his hand traveled to your temple, grazing there. “redness.” and he reached to grab your wrist, tugging it up. “blood,” he eyed the faint red staining your knuckles.
you went quiet, slinking down slightly as you glared up at chenle, lips pressing together to form a thin, unimpressed line. you tugged your wrist back, letting it fall back to your side as he easily let it go.
chenle leaned closer until you were practically breathing the same air. his eyes scanned your face, and he whispered out a singular word. “who.”
jisung was the quiet type. quiet until you get him worked up, or until he’s in proximity of ten feet of you. because then, he’ll start jabbing insults your way. nothing out of the blue, instead whispered retorts when he took notice of your mistakes. a quiet, mocking scoff that no one else hears.
you tried to not let it bother you. and often, it didn’t. but it still gave you that feeling; hyper awareness of every movement you made, wondering if jisung would somehow find flaw in that. the tension whenever you noticed he was in the same room, because you could feel his eyes boring into you, trying so hard to find something to poke fun about.
“you’re always staring,” you spoke one day with a random burst of confidence, turning in your seat to face jisung. he blinked, taken off guard. “why?”
he blinked again, fingers fidgeting against the desk. “i’m not,” he denied, lips downturning slightly, the start of a frown.
“you are,” you disagree, wondering if you’d ever had a conversation that’s this civil with him . . . ever.
“i’m not,” jisung repeated, gaze flicking to the side as if he could find a way out of this conversation. which confused you, because he never backed down from making even the tiniest comment about the way you’re sitting — your posture, anything.
you pressed your lips together, and conflict flickered through jisung’s eyes. but it was gone before you could mention it. and he opened his mouth. “maybe i am,” he agreed slowly. “but only because it’s perplexing to me how you’re still in this class. aren’t you failing?”
and you made the same caught off guard expression that he had earlier. you knew the chance of respectful conversation wasn’t possible for jisung, but part of you had let yourself hope for a moment. “i’m not,” you repeated his earlier statement.
the start of an amused smirk twitched at his lips, and he quickly schooled his expression. “your last test score doesn’t prove that.”
“so you were looking,” you pointed out, raising an eyebrow, expression expectant.
jisung once again found himself going quiet at your words. he felt his ears burning in embarrassment, sputtering out a response. “a giant red 50 at the top of the page is hard to miss.” he tried defending himself.
“but you were looking.” you almost found yourself grinning.
“i was not —”
jeno loved to try and be your typical bad boy. the ones who wore sleeveless shirts just to show off, the casual heartbreaker without even breaking many hearts. he was all smirks and testing your patience. he was particularly fond of you — or bothering you, to be more frank. but one can say you were fond of bothering him too. you both had been butting heads for god knows long, matched spitfire insults, biting words, and dagger sharp glares.
you could go every day without ever seeing lee jeno again, but here he was, as always, to ruin your day. always up in your face, always looking at you. hands shoved in his pockets as he stayed quiet. knowing that just his presence near you would be enough.
it always was.
because you always reeled on him, always spun on your heel to make some pissed off retort even despite the fact that he hadn’t even done anything. “can you go away?” you threw your hands up slightly, disgruntled.
“something bothering you?” jeno questioned, voice pitched just enough to be teasing, leaning in closer.
“you,” your eyes narrowed as you jabbed your pointer finger at his chest. he glanced down at the motion, and leaned closer.
“am i? i haven’t even done anything.” always playing dumb. it was on repeat in your routine, endlessly.
you pressed your lips into a thin line, hand falling back to your side, and he looked at your hand once more before back up to your face. always in your face. and it took half a second to realize how close he had actually leaned in. if he leaned in an inch closer —
but you didn’t back down. a simmering tension settling in the space between you and him. a piercing silence ringing in your ears, unwavering under his gaze.
his hand came up, hooking a finger under your chin to tilt your head up and face him better. you still held. at least until his gaze flicked down to your lips, up again, and down once more. you pulled away with a ( flustered ) huff, trying to calm down your racing thoughts and the fluttering in your stomach, your focus flicked over jeno’s features, annoyance piqued when all you saw was that irritatingly neutral smirk on his face.
you hated yourself for getting affected. it was jeno. what else could you expect?
renjun was so easily annoyed. every little thing you did pissed him off to his wits end. you always had to make everything so much harder than it needed to be. and every time you acted like you did nothing wrong. especially when the world hated you both and ended up in pairs for projects.
“why do you always have to make things so difficult??” renjun half exclaimed, letting out a groan and wanting nothing more than to knock his head against the lab table. he reached out to snatch the object in your hand away, earning a small annoyed sound from you, and he could care less.
“read the instructions!” you responded, shoving the paper in his face, and he snatched that from your hands as well, scanning down the words.
“we’re supposed to pour in the — before the —” renjun stumbled over his words, completely bewildered that you could get it so wrong. he set the instructions down on the table too calmly for his expression. he sucked in a small breath, before moving and practically forcing you out of your spot in front of the materials. “just let me do it,” he mumbled, eyebrows furrowed in frustration, letting out a sharp sigh.
an annoyed sound came from you, but you gave up anyway. you always did. not that you wanted to leech off him to get a good grade, simply that after he got irritated, renjun wouldn’t let you touch the project anymore.
you slouched forward, elbow on the table as you rested your chin in your palm, lips pursing in frustration as you honed your attention on his hands, silently watching him work, trying to permeate the air with your annoyance.
which he obviously picked up on, eyes flicking up to you. “you’re so difficult,” he muttered after a silent moment, his grip on a pencil tightening for a split second. and there was something behind his words. something you couldn’t identify, but the most you knew he wanted to yell at you again.
you made a face. “you’re so difficult,” you repeated the words back to him, earning another quick exhale. it almost sounded regretfully amused.
renjun rolled his eyes at your words despite, but he moved his hands, sliding the instructions over to you. an offer. silent, grudging, but an offer despite.
he didn’t say anything else, just continued working. hands diligent, not looking up at you anymore.
jaemin had a painful tendency to care for you when he shouldn’t. every time you found yourself in trouble, he would be there, tugging you away as you tried pulling out of his grip, cursing at him. he’d shoot back, calling you an idiot for getting caught up in the situation.
“i’m not drunk,” you argued, trying to push away. he had you held close as he maneuvered through the crowd, gaze hard.
“maybe not, but you’re obviously not thinking straight if you’re letting creeps get that close to you,” jaemin snapped in return, effectively shutting you up. for a solid minute.
“how were they creeps?” you scoffed, still trying to get out of his grasp.
jaemin only held onto you tighter. “they were all over you.” and he pulled you outside, pausing to let his gaze travel your body, making sure you were alright. “creeps,” he muttered in one final confirmation that he wasn’t letting you go back.
you went quiet again, finally letting yourself get pulled along, arriving at his car, and he opened the door to his passenger seat, urging you to sit.
“i‘m taking you home,” he answered your question before you asked it.
“what?” your eyes widened slightly. “no — let me go back!” you complained, watching him blink at you before he let out a sigh and pushed you to the seat. you sat down despite yourself, watching as he leaned in to buckle you. “jaemin —”
he sent you a small look that once again got you to shut up, and you slouched in your seat slightly, grumbling. he moved to the driver's side and climbed in, the silence stiff as he started up the vehicle, a low hum from the engine filling the space.
you watched the scenery change as he drove. you didn’t bother asking how he knew the directions to where you lived. and just because you couldn’t help it, you spoke again. “why do you always butt in like this?” he glanced at you before back at the road. “you’re always coming in whenever just to annoy me —” you continued on your small complaint of how he always seems to be there.
the longer your words went on, the tenser he got. his grip on the steering wheel was too tight to mean nothing. “yeah, doll. just to annoy you,” he muttered, exhaling slowly. you were so insufferable.
“so essentially, haechan cheated,” you spoke, rolling your eyes. jaemin let out a soft laugh, smiling affectionately at you.
it was peaceful — the two of you sitting against a tree, the grass green, the breeze calm.
“it’s fine,” you continued on, the sour expression on your face letting jaemin know it was not fine, but he didn’t comment on it, letting you continue your story. “thankfully chenle beat his ass in the next round, so it kind of makes up for it,” you hummed.
jaemin offered a smile as he scanned your face, but you turned your head to look forward, plucking a daisy from the ground, twirling it between your fingers.
you let out a small sigh, the smile you had been keeping up fading, and jaemin’s expression creasing with concern.
"i miss you jaem," you mumbled, staring at the daisy.
jaemin let out a breath. "i miss you too," he mumbled, reaching out for you, but his hand passed through your arm like it always did.
you leaned your head back, resting it against the tree. he watched you throw the daisy away to get lost in the field before closing your eyes.
"i'll visit tomorrow," you promised in a hushed voice. you made that promise every day. yet you could never bring yourself to fully accept it. and visiting the cold rock that cemented everything . . . "i promise."
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