#badboy!jeno

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BADBOY!JENO

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[ 8:37 p.m. ] watching your ex and the person you thought was your best friend dancing at the prom until badboy!jeno appears out of no where and spins you around, earning a shocked expression from you. pulling your hand to his lips, he asks, "may i have this dance?" with a small smirk adorning his face.

you quirk your eyebrows. to be quite frank, you were surprised; jeno didn't look like himself. he quit the leather jacket and ripped jeans for a crisp suit and nice shoes. the bruises and cuts on his cheeks were still there, but they were dull compared to the mischevious sparkle in his eyes.

"of course," you grin, placing your hands on his shoulders. "but shouldn't you be getting high somewhere? i thought school dances weren't your cup of tea."

jeno, placing his hands on your waist, gives you one of the cheesiest smiles. "well, you're my cup of tea."

"really?" you ask, almost amused. "how so?"

"you're full of essence, strong, all natural, and i guess the most obvious of them all," he continues, his eyes darting to his feet before staring at you with a cheesy smile, "you're hot."

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9:09 p.m. ❥ you’re tucked under a soft blanket, curled up on one side of the couch, as you type up your semester paper. soft hair unstyled and dressed in a black tee and loose gray sweatpants, bad boy!jeno walks out. he stops in his tracks and stares at you, sighing. you don’t even spare one glance at him, and he frowns. he pushes his sliding glasses up his nose before heaving an even louder sigh, peeking over at you from the corner of his eye. hiding your smile, you simply continue working on your assignment.

“pay attention to me!” he whines, and you laugh quietly, eyes glued to the screen. “i’m almost done with my paper. it’ll only take another hour or so.”

jeno huffs before plopping down onto the seat next to you, pouting. he flips on the tv and surfs through the channels, but nothing catches his eye. with another sigh, he shuts it off.

“i’m bored,” he announces, and you finally look up at him. he brightens up until your eyes focus back onto your laptop, becoming sulky once more.

“no, you’re distracting.”

you hear him gasp dramatically at your accusation. “i’m a distraction?”

you give him a half smile before returning to your assignment. “yeah, you are.”

suddenly, jeno stands up, abruptly taking your laptop and discarding it in his abandoned spot. slightly startled, you look up indignantly and let out a soft gasp, all thoughts of your paper long gone. with his hand on the couch caging you in, he leans in, face now millimeters from yours. he smirks when he takes note of your flustered look, his eyes gleaming.

“well, if you give me your full attention, i won’t be one.”

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[08:06 pm] badboy!jeno, mind games.

"Let's play.", badboy!jeno said.

Oh, how you hate badboy!jeno. Hatred is such a big word you never really wanted to use on someone, but he never really leaves you a choice.

He's the reason why you're here, at that party you're already tired of, on a week day. It's the cliché University party, sweaty bodies dancing to a song you've heard a thousand times, too much alcohol flowing in red cups. He's the reason why you're here, a risky outfit you never dared to wear for your classes hugging your body.

You can barely hear the song, only the beat as the multiple basses make the walls vibrate, the house almost trembling.

You sigh out of annoyance, as badboy!jeno rolls around the bedroom with the desk chair.

At this hour, you should be studying, or sleeping, but you're here because your ego's too big, because you have something to prove.

Few hours before, badboy!jeno told you how not fun you were, and that, that was the last straw.

You didn't know what he did for fun, but you ended up on an agreement, you'd show up at his friend's party and show him that you were not, on fact, a goody two shoes.

"Which game ?", you asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Touch your nose.", he demanded. Arching an eyebrow, the dumbfounded look on your face was slowly going away as you played along, your fingertip touching your nose.

"Touch your tongue.", you tried, slowly getting the game but not finding the fun in it. Slowly poking his tongue out, your head tilted to the side, maybe this was a bit fun. Silver ball on the pink muscle, shinning under the yellowish light, you never knew badboy!jeno had a tongue piercing.

"Touch your chest."

Oh, this is where he was going. He thought you weren't fun? He'd see. Despite the pink hue on your cheeks, your hand previously near your nose traveled down to your chest. You could just brush the area, easily find a loophole, but you didn't. Firmly cupping one of your breasts, you didn't dare the eye contact.

Badboy!jeno's breathe hitched, the taste of his fingertip fading on his tongue. Eyes narrow, he didn't know you'd go all in, fuck, you really had something to prove.

Slowly wetting his lower lip, circled by his black lip ring, he waited for your next order, his mind slowly growing cloudy.

You didn't mind when he played with your head, you flipped it around played with his instead.

"Touch yourself."

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[ 12:57am ] after your makeout session with badboy!jeno, he checks the mirror in his car and his eyes widen at how your lipstick is smudged against his lips and neck, instantly admiring it and thinking to himself ‘damn that’s hot’

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[3:21am] You run you hands through Badboy!Jeno’s newly blonde hair while his lips attach themselves to your neck, enjoying the whimpers that left your mouth. This all happened when you told him how attractive you found him to be today, with his fresh undercut and slick backed hair, a tighter then usual leather jacket that hugged his arms in just the right way. Of course when you told him this, your goal was to somewhat make him flustered, to which that goal failed. It instead ended up with you pinned against the wall, purple splotches blooming on your neck, and lewd noises leaving your mouth. You thought that maybe you might start complimenting Jeno a little bit more often.

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Closure ~ Jeno x Reader

Author: Sera

Genre: Angst, fluff and I dont know

Warning: Mention of drugs, alcohol...use

Comment: So I was like I should go to sleep but then I got this idea and then I didn't know how to start bcs I haven't written in so long so it can be reallllly shitty and if you're not okey with drugs then you shouldn't read it. I actually dont know what this is like I'm confused and sorry...bye send me some asks I'm bored! Okey like I have 4 and  half hours of sleep left so bye😴 Oh yeah I might continue it bcs it was just like spontaneous but only if asked!

You never felt so uncomfortable in your whole life.

 The small part of you that hasn't drown in your messy drunken thoughts wished to be home right now. The image of you lying in your bed, pillows around you and two blankets wrapped over you whilst a soft melody like voice sang into your ears through your headphones was way more inviting than where you were right now. 

Instead, right now, you were stumbling in your drunken state through the house party you were invited to, until you finally reached the kitchen. You saw a familiar face throwing up in a fendi bag whilst you mixed the ugly tasting orange liquor with the leftover apple juice that made it taste acceptable enough to drown your last remaining normal thoughts. 

Crazy people were doing crazy things and broken people were breaking themselves even more by joining the crazy people doing things they would love to regret the next morning but they too, were already too broken to care.

 In your case, it wasn't the diamorphine you needed to shoot into your veins tonight but more over you spent the night abusing your liver with cheap liquor hoping that it might keep your emotions down. The prominent smell of sex, drugs and alcohol filled your nostrils making you feel even dizzier. You looked up to the kitchen ceiling, leaving out a small laugh at yourself before falling dead silent again. The alcohol made your head burn like hell still you felt so cold. You closed your eyes, trying to find a way to get lose of the burning feeling in your body.

Opening your eyes again you started to search slowly through the kitchen drawers until you finally found some kind f pharmaceutical, hoping it will either bring you a peaceful sleep to the next morning or just take away the leftover pain you still felt lingering deep inside your heart. 

Putting the pills in your pocket you went on to look for  something non alcoholic to swallow your hopeful savior down. You could disting heavy alcohol bottles through the grey smoke that was kind of flying around the house. Trying to make your way up to the bathroom you see the obvious reasons for the smells that were filling your nostrils. Wouldn't it be nice to smell a fruit berry tea and some cinnamon cookies right now instead of the weed smell? Yes, it would probably be way better to hear the voices of the characters from your favourite movie, speaking out their last lines as they get the happy end they deserve instead of loud techno music that's blasting over the satisfied moans caused by the bodies and needles some of the intoxicated people were sharing. 

You arrived at the bathroom, music blasting lower in your ears as you washed your face with cold water, trying to wake yourself up from this horrible dream called reality. You looked at yourself, trying to remember the reason you actually went to the party. Obviously, you couldn't remember. It's not that you were too drunk to but more over the fact that we, human beings, just do things out of impulse, not thinking about the aftereffects that we also like to call consequences for those we have to take responsibility. Either way,  those consequences aren't always bad, right?

Your head was blasting hard again from the thinking as you popped two pills out of the package. Looking down on them laying in your hand you decided to pop three more of them in your hand. You looked down on your palm again, starting an inner monolog to decide whether to take them or not. But before you could, a soothing voice stopped you in your tracks. 

“ I wouldn't take them, you know..You never know what's in them if you don't check that beforehand.”

You looked over to the bathtub seeing a familiar body lying inside the empty bathtub, fully clothed in his black jeans and leather jacket. The fluffy hair wasn't really comparable to the pink soft lips as he turned his face into your directions.

“Also, You look so beautiful I wouldn't want you to vanish.”

Confused by your thoughts and him laying in the bathtub you dropped the pills down from your hand into the sink, turning yourself into his direction. 

“Hi Jeno.”

“Hi Y/N. Haven't seen you around a lot these past weeks?”

You were even more confused as Jeno kept the conversation going as if it was something normal, asking you to join him in the bathtub. Going with the flow of his relaxed attitude you laid down at the other end of the bathtub, moving the bottle of absinth he must've drank before away. Seeing you were tired he kept the conversation going, talking about irrational things as you laid your head on the corner of the small bathtub. His voice was sure soothing and only now you noticed how much you've missed it. His voice, his words that left his mouth so carelessly that they could start a normal conversation at a house party foul of pleasure and drug driven people. 

You started to join into the conversation, driven by the topics he brought up until you also started to contribute some topics to talk about. You totally forgot about the techno music blasting behind the door and the dirty needles lying around the floor. Instead, t was pretty peaceful in the bathroom, reminding you of the image that passed your mind earlier the night. Obviously, the bathtub wasn't as soft as your bed but Jenos voice could definitely outsing the music you would listen through your headphones. And the taste of the cinnamon gum Jeno still had left came pretty close to the cookies. 

Still, why was Jeno even here. He didn't seem that intoxicated and finding him laying around in a bathtub alone meant that he was probably not the most party friendly person. Maybe he came out of impulse, like every human being would do sometimes, like you did. Still your still slightly intoxicated self couldn't hold back your abrupt words. You suddenly broke the conversation leaving him perplexed for a second.

“Why are you even here Jeno?...for sex?

He tried to read your mind as you thought about how dumb you just formulated the question. He looked at you shortly before moving his head up to the ceiling while forming a bubble with his gum. Popping it the bathroom felt silent again.

“Ive missed you Y/N. I'm here for closure...not for sex.”

[artaefact]

1:38 a.m.

“why’d you keep doing this?” you mutter as you dab disinfectant on the bloody corner of badboy!jeno’s lips, earning pained hisses from him.

“they came at me and i had to defend myself,” he explains as he holds an ice pack on his bruised temple.

“of course they did. you pick a fight with one of them two days ago. it’s a never-ending cycle of revenge. don’t you ever get tired of it?”

jeno stays silent, leaning himself against the kitchen counter.

“don’t you know how worried i was every single time you disappeared? not only you worry me but your mother as well.”

you throw the used cotton pads into the bin and face jeno again, crossing your arms.

it goes silent for a moment before jeno, eyes on the floor, said, “i... i promise i’ll try to change.”

then he looks into your eyes. “for you.”

“no, jeno.” you sigh before stepping closer and reach to cup his face with your hands. “you should change for yourself, not for anyone else.”

you caress his face before continuing, “... but as you do, i’ll always stay by your side to remind you that you’re not alone.”

he let your words sink in and chuckle softly, his eye-smile making an appearance as he takes one of your hand from his face and kissing it gently.

“god, i’m so lucky to have you in my life.”

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