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[21:25]

you shift your weight between your feet, hands clasped together awkwardly as you wait for jeno to get off the call that had rudely interrupted your conversation. from the creasing of his forehead, you can only guess it must be pretty serious.

he finally hangs up, making his way back to you.

"it's chenle," he immediately says, shoving his phone into his back pocket. he grabs his stuff in haste, continuing with, "don't ask me how, but his t-shirt is clogging up the toilet," coupled with a small exasperated sigh, and a very discrete roll of the eyes. "i'm sorry," he says, frowning and contorting his features to form his puppy dog expression.

you smile, nodding your head in understanding.

"it's fine," you assure, shouldering your bag. "go," you tell him, shooing him away with your hand gestures. he gives you one last look, before turning to take his leave. you watch as he pulls out of his phone again, tapping away with his thumbs.

you're just about to leave too, but you stop when you see jeno turn back around. he looks at you, and you swear you see him whisper something to himself, before he seemingly musters up the courage to walk back towards you.

you raise your brows, giving him a questioning look.

"i forgot something," he almost-mumbles, eyes shifting anywhere else except meeting yours. before you're even able to question him, in one swift motion, he grabs your wrist, leaning his head in and pressing your lips together in a soft and quick peck.

you freeze, lips parting slightly when he pulls away, your heart beat speeding up to a million beats per minute, and you swear you might have to learn how to breathe again if your body doesn't start functioning properly any minute now.

your first kiss.

did it actually just happen?

jeno finally forces himself to look you in the eyes, and you can tell he feels the flutters too, with the way the pink is blooming so apparently in his cheeks.

"um," he manages when you don't say anything. realising he still has your wrist in his grip, he lets go awkwardly, officially-mumbling, "okay, well, bye."

he takes a step forward in the opposite direction, and on instinct, you quickly reach out to pinch the sleeve of his shirt. he looks down at your fingers, not turning around fully in fear that his feelings will be written all over his face. he doesn't realise that you've already read him like a book.

"chenle can wait," you say, pulling him in for a proper kiss this time.

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[13:06]

you groan as jeno forces his way into the practically non-existent spot next to you, under the play structure that you've already been hogging as your hiding place.

"get your own hiding place you freak," you spit, giving him a fake-annoyed shove of the elbow, followed by an over exaggerated roll of the eyes for emphasis. he scoffs, hugging his knees to his chest, mirroring your body language, closing the door that has concealed you so well. "this'll be the last place jaemin looks because he's too lazy to actually put in some effort in this game," he comments, using his fingers to brush his fringe away from curtaining his eyes.

"i hate to agree with you, but my legs are numb already," you say, looking down at your almost colourless kneecaps. you've been in this position for what you swear to be 30 whole minutes (you do have an extreme problem with exaggerating), and you would've switched your hiding position if you could still feel your legs like, 20 minutes ago.

"here," jeno leans his back against the wall, opening up some space between the upper half of his body and his thighs. he reaches over, placing your arms to the sides of your body. "what the hell are you doing?" you question, furrowing your brows as he grabs both your ankles, pulling them over his body. he rests your legs in the small resting spot he has turned his stomach into.

although you're not able to stretch your legs out fully, you can feel the blood pumping into your legs again already. although, you're too distracted by the accelerated pumping of another part of your body to notice, one that you've been finding harder and harder to control whenever you're around jeno.

but, it's in your dynamic with the boy to be curt and snarky.

"foot fetish much?" you say, a little too weakly, because you're aware of how lame this hit is. refusing to give him a chance to call you out on it, you quickly divert the topic, "at this point, i think jaemin's doing it on purpose."

"doing what?" he asks, turning to look at you, his hands respectfully at the sides of his body, though you very much wish they'd be resting on your shins or something.

"acting like he's actually seeking for us when he's probably just overdosing on coffee somewhere," you reply, averting your gaze to the lint on your shirt, because you know you'd be staring at his face for too long otherwise, and it'd make things obvious.

"or maybe we all just tricked you into thinking we're playing hide and seek just so i can get this alone time with you," jeno says, causing you to immediately look up at him again. "and why would you do that?" you manage out, a little too meek for your liking.

you notice how he's picking at the non-existent dirt on his socks.

"i don't know, y/n," he lilts, "why would i come see you every weekend? why would i deliver porridge when you're sick? why would i leave the house early every thursday just so i can catch a glimpse of you at the bus stop? why would i carry around a jacket all the time when i never use it, and it always ends up draped over your shoulders? why?" he puts a finger to his chin, tapping gently, "why?" he repeats.

you shift your gaze down to your fingers, picking at the dead skin gathering at the sides of your nails. to be honest, you never knew. yes, he did all these sweet things for you, but he always dumped cups of sarcasm and banter in between, which now that you're actually seriously thinking about, you realised you've been focusing on too much just because you were trying to conceal your feelings for him. maybe he was doing the same, too.

and because you know no other reaction that's appropriate for this situation, you try to retract your legs, with, "i think i'm going to go look for jaemin."

jeno grabs your legs in place, constraining you.

"i like you."

three words. just three simple words, but they give you the same amount of adrenaline, and the same feeling of excitement in your heart a bungee jump or a rollercoaster ride would give you.

the three words that you weren't exactly waiting for, and you didn't think you needed.

but the same three words that have just thrown a blanket of reassurance, causing the warm and fuzzy feeling you've only heard about, to spread in your body.

"that's great," you say, the only thing that your mouth muscles are willing to form.

"just tell him you like him already so that we can go get food!" chenle shouts from outside.

you feel the heat rushing to your cheeks.

"what he said," you mumble, scrambling out of the confined space before jeno's able to say anything more.

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[12:32]

"and then i told her, like yeah, i know you may not have meant for me to hear what you said about me, but word spreads, and it still got to me eventually," you ramble on, heaving a dramatic sigh to take a pause. you look up at jeno, to check if he's still listening. you expect to be greeted with a heavy-lidded, probably already half asleep jeno, but instead, he's just staring at you straight in the eyes.

you avert your gaze immediately, hoping that the heat that's rushing to your face hasn't made your shyness obvious to the boy in front of you. clearing your throat, you continue with your rant.

"it's just so frustrating, you know?" you lower your head as you begin twisting the top off the tube of body lotion. "i knew she had something against me all along, but i always tried to keep things neutral. we're all just trying to graduate here," you sigh again, squeezing a blob of lotion onto your palm.

"and i'm like, dude, stop going around saying these things, it's only going to give people more reasons to dislike you."

you pull your right knee towards your chest, giving your crusty leg some hydration. in motion with your posture, your hair falls forward, gathering at the sides of your face, and the loose shirt you have on tickles at the surface of your right thigh. you try to ignore the annoyance you feel at your irritating, dancing hair, but your hands are filled with moisturiser, so there's no way you can get your hair out of your face without getting it all oily.

"at this point, i think she's just dying for attention. it doesn't even matter if it's negative attention, all she wants is for everyone in the roo-"

you stop mid-sentence, taking in a sharp breath. your body reacts with a series of rapid blinks of the eye, your shoulders tensing up, your hands pausing mid-moisturise.

the world just pauses for an entire moment.

jeno, who has been listening attentively to your (probably) 30-minute long rant, has reached a hand out. he takes a lock of your hair, gently tucking it neatly behind your ear. as though he doesn't even notice how you've stopped talking, he reaches his other hand out, tucking another lock of hair behind your other ear, effectively getting all your hair out of your face.

"what?" he finally says, realising how you're just staring at him wordlessly now.

you try to say something, but you can't seem to get your mouth muscles working again.

he tilts his head to the side nonchalantly, "you don't like it when your hair gets in the way," he states, as though him remembering that little detail about you doesn't almost make your heart combust.

and if that wasn't enough, he had to add an extra tablespoon of sweetness as he shows just how intently he was listening to your rant by urging, "so all she wants is the attention of everyone in the room, right? so have you decided how you're going to deal with her?"

you finally tear your eyes away from him, swallowing hard. "i'm going to wash this off first," you mumble, almost tripping over your own foot as you fumble out of the room.

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[14:16]

you pick up your highlighter, aligning your ruler against the bottom of the text, dragging the tip of your pastel purple highlighter smoothly across the page, highlighting the important parts of the text that you need to keep track of.

"why are you always highlighting stuff?" jeno comments casually, downing another gummy bear.

you roll your eyes without even sparing him a glance, highlighting the next chunk of text as you reply almost monotonously, "studies show that the brain absorbs information better when there's colour."

jeno shrugs, leaning back into his chair as he holds up his notes, holding them against the light. "i like it better black and white," he says, shoving the paper into your line of vision, probably just to irritate you. you flick his wrist, causing him to retract his hand immediately. "what was that for?" he whines, rubbing the spot you flicked, as though it actually hurts.

"tell that to the Cs and Ds on your report card," you snipe, dropping your highlighter on your table as you reach your arms to the ceiling, stretching your extremely sore shoulders and back. as you yawn, you accidentally stop your yawn too quickly, causing the usual fit of hiccups to follow after.

"karma," jeno smirks, looking at you all smug as you uncontrollably let out little gasps. you press your hand to your chest, trying to calm yourself down in an attempt to regulate your breathing again.

"jerk," you manage out, immediately gasping for air as another hiccup interrupts your breathing.

you pick up your highlighter once more, trying to push through and ignore your hiccups as you continue to read the next paragraph of the text.

"hey," jeno calls. you turn to face him, "wha-"

jeno swoops in, leaning his entire body forward towards you, stopping just short of his lips meeting yours. your breath catches in your throat as your whole body tenses up. he smiles, while you blink frantically, your heart literally about to burst out of your body. you swallow hard, barely managing to let out the words, "what the hell are you doing?"

"your hiccups," he states nonchalantly, still refusing to move away. with him this up close, your entire vision is literally filled with just his idiotically adorable, twinkly crescents he calls eyes - the very thing that you find yourself thinking about just before you sleep every night. as though on cue, you let out another hiccup.

"they say shocking someone is effective in stopping hiccups," he continues, finally leaning away as though what he just did was the most normal thing in the world. "guess that's a myth," he mumbles.

you finally let out a long breath, swallowing hard again.

"was that not shocking enough?" he says, mostly to himself. "i might have to try giving you a peck or something for you to actually be shocked enough to stop the hiccups," he finishes off, casually focusing his attention back on his notes.

you stare at his side profile. he says all of that so easily, like those words and actions don't mean anything at all.

lee jeno is dangerous.

extremely dangerous for you.

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[17:48]

you continue to mix the batter, eyeing the recipe while picturing the next step.

"can you prepare the egg whites?" you ask, gesturing over towards the carton of eggs with a bob of your head. jeno looks at the eggs, shrugs, then proceeds to grab another mixing bowl and a cup. he begins to separate the egg yolk from the egg white, casually looking like the most attractive person to exist.

right. he's right there, looking exceptionally tasty with the added domesticated feel to him, and yet you're here, looking ragged with the added stressed-and-sweaty feel to you.

"what's next?" he asks, dumping the egg shells in the bin. you look at the recipe, replying with, "fluff them."

"fluff them?" he repeats with a question mark, earning a nod of confirmation from you. "yeah, with the mixer."

he proceeds to do as instructed, putting the mixing bowl in place and starting up the mixer. you place the bowl of batter (that you're finally done mixing) down on the counter top, combing the stray strands of hair that tickled at your face behind your ears with your fingers. you bite down on your lower lip in thought, mentally preparing for the next few steps as you skim through the rest of the recipe.

once the egg whites are fluffed, jeno turns the mixer off, turning to you for the next instruction.

you walk to stand next to him, checking to ensure the right amount of fluffiness for the egg whites.

"we should probably split it into three separate bowls for the colours," you mumble, mostly to yourself, as you search around for three spare bowls.

jeno leans forward, resting his weight against the counter top. he watches as you scoop the fluffed egg whites, putting them into the three separate bowls you laid out on the counter. you're so focused on doing that that you don't even notice his gaze on you.

"okay we probably have to-" you're cut off mid sentence when you feel your heart stop for a second the minute you look up, instantly making eye contact with jeno, and only realising now that he'd been staring at you. your brows raise, and you gulp.

"what?" you manage out weakly, trying to calm your palpitating heart down.

"hm?" he hums in response, his lips curling into a smile.

you blink a few times, quickly averting your gaze somewhere else. your heart cannot tolerate this type of flirting. especially not with jeno.

"um, just mix in the colours," you say, thankfully without stumbling on any of your words.

"okay," he replies, pushing himself up, then casually reaching over to grab the food colouring from your side of the kitchen island. except, he could've walked around you, or just asked you to pass them over.

but no, he had to turn toward you, lean his entire body forward, and reach out to grab the food colouring, all while the loose material of his tshirt is dangling this close to your face, his scent dancing on your nosebuds. you purse your lips, shutting your eyes and internally counting to ten, trying your best not to freak out.

"everything okay?" he questions, that idiotic smile of his only growing wider by the minute. what a tease.

"yeah," you breathe.

baking has never been this hard.

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[02:38]

you turn on reflex, eyes on your closed door when you hear the clittering and clattering from outside, indicating someone's presence in the kitchen. you check the digital clock sitting on your bedside table - it's 1 a.m., donghyuck said he wouldn't be home tonight, so there literally could be no one else in the house. you furrow your brows, grabbing the badminton racket propped beside your wardrobe, just in case.

yielding it tightly in your dominant hand, you wrap your other hand around the doorknob, twisting as slowly as possible, to avoid any excessive sounds that may alert the potential intruder. once you manage to open the door enough to peek outside, you lean your forehead against the wall, squinting as your eyes adjust to the dimly-lit kitchen that is (thankfully) visible from the angle of your door.

when you recognise the familiar back of the "intruder", who is busy making himself a sandwich, you swing your door wide open, dropping the racket by your feet, the clang from the impact attracting his attention.

jeno turns to look at you, brows raised.

"hyuck said you wouldn't be home tonight," he says, oh so casually. you step out of your room, tugging at the hem of your t-shirt, trying to muster the most annoyed facial expression possible as you return his greeting with, "glad to see that your fingers have recovered from being broken."

jeno lets out an amused scoff, the right side of his lips quirked, his right brow raised. "what?" he semi-questions, semi-exclaims.

you settle in one of the bar stools, letting your feet dangle freely, your eyes looking at the ingredients from your fridge that he has laid out by the sink. anything else is better than looking him in the eyes. those smiley crescents are your biggest weakness, and he knows it.

"what else would explain why you haven't replied to any of my texts?" you mumble rhetorically, mostly to yourself, but audible enough for jeno to hear.

he smiles, leaning his weight against the kitchen counter, levelling himself against you. he tilts his head to the left, catching your eye, "i swear i told hyuck to tell you i'd be busy."

"would it have killed you to let me know?" you retort, feeling the familiar twist of your heart.

jeno's smile only grows wider, as he replies, "i didn't think it would matter."

you let out a dejected scoff of disbelief; what did you expect? it's not like he promised you exclusivity or anything of the sort. for all you know, he was out playing around and hitting up other people at clubs and stuff, exactly like what everybody has been warning you about. he's a playboy, straight down to the core. there's no changing that.

"whatever," you sigh, pushing yourself off the stool. you cannot believe you actually allowed yourself to be hopeful for once, hopeful that you might be the one special person in his life. "i've been too busy over the last five days to have noticed anyway," you finish off, turning to walk back to your room.

as if to annoy you even further, jeno calls after with, "so you mean you've been counting how many days have passed since i last replied you?"

"no, i just didn't peg you to be a jerk," you whisper under your breath, closing the door behind you without giving him the satisfaction of eliciting another reaction or reply from you.

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[00:32]

you sneak a glance at jeno, who is too engrossed in the movie to pay any attention to you.

jeno’s aware. you’re just not aware of that.

in all honesty, you should feel contented with the mere fact that you’re able to spend a one-on-one movie night with your crush, because other people don’t get to enjoy the same luxury. yet, there’s still something lacking, something that’s keeping you from achieving the feeling of satisfaction.

for the nth time tonight, you steal a glance at jeno’s hands that are resting atop the plushie he’s hugging tight. gosh, you’re literally balancing on the verge of just reaching over to interlock your fingers with his.

your train of thought is broken by jeno’s sudden chuckle. he turns towards you, commenting, “the little girl is so cute.” you nod your head, smiling in response - you’re so cute, you reply, but obviously, not verbally.

you try to refocus your attention on the movie again. the scene plays out, with the dad throwing a mini tantrum to tease his daughter. the little girl sticks to her father’s side, pouting adorably. you steal another glance at jeno - he’s smiling with endearment at the scene.

you turn back to face the screen. the little girl is now poking her dad’s thigh with her teeny tiny finger, trying to get his attention. jeno thinks this is his chance. you’ve already given him the green light with all the times you’ve looked over at his hands.

your body stiffens when out of nowhere, you feel a finger poking your arm; from your peripheral vision, you can tell that jeno had decided to suddenly adjust his position, such that he’s leaning towards you, and that he’s staring at you, while poking your arm. you swallow, trying to contain the multiple flips your heart is doing at the sudden contact. you try not to react to him.

“i’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention,” jeno says, causing your body to tense up even more. you can feel the heat rushing towards your head. you’re scrambling to think of an appropriate reaction, but before you’re able to, jeno pushes himself away from you, back to his side of the couch.

“i guess the things that happen in movies are all lies,” he murmurs, continuing with, “that little girl’s technique obviously doesn’t work.” jeno ruffles his hair, accepting that he’d have to be upfront if he wants to be progressing anywhere tonight.

you finally muster the courage to turn your head to face jeno. it’s as though he’s waiting for you to look at him, because he immediately hits you with both his killer eye smile, and the killer question - “can i hold your hand?”

i thought you’d never ask.