⤷ a flurry of emotions passes over his face in very quick succession as you appear in front of him. all small smiles and soft hands, “you’re so pretty, mark.” takes your actions as a challenge, rolling his eyes and grumbling like he’s not flushed, before pulling you into him with a smirk. chest to chest, he drags his nose across your cheek, grumbling a stiff, “y'know you’re prettier, baby.” hates that you caught him off guard, so makes it his goal to fluster you throughout the day- doesn’t matter who’s around, his pride is on the line here.
「 renjun. 」
⤷ his face his blank, the small heavy-lidded expression, but the feeling of your hands on his cheekbones quickly changes that. eyes narrowing in suspicion, corner of his lips down-turning. for a moment, you think he’ll simply pull away- so you explain, “just wanted to show you how pretty you are.” renjun’s eyebrow quirks minutely. admitting defeat, you move to pull away. he releases a short huff, hands encasing your own and pressing them back flat against his cheeks. you decide it’s better not to comment on the slight flush, allowing him to “inconspicuously” lean into your touch.
「 jeno. 」
⤷ pauses, blinks, and tilts his head before quickly breaking out into a wide, toothy grin, cheeks rivaling his hair. leans into your touch, nuzzling into your palms, enjoying the warmth and feel of your thumbs against his cheeks. he’s caught off guard, in the best way, when you begin to kiss along his forehead and the bridge of his nose. this, however, is also quickly remedied as he crushes you against him, nosing against your hair. “love you,” he breathes, adoration dripping from his tone, “so much.”
「 haechan. 」
⤷ immediately grins and laughs, ignoring his flushed cheeks and the trembling in his chest. he doesn’t quite meet your eyes, staring barely above them, in an attempt to calm his raging heart. falls back into faux confidence, returning the gesture and smirking widely, “if you wanted affection, you only had to ask, y/n.” extremely annoying, but you lean into him anyway, quieting his cockiness with your lips.
「 jaemin. 」
⤷ doesn’t shy away from the touch for even a moment, bright red, beaming, and giggling. such a completely love-struck and cheesy smile on his face. he looks dazed, hands finding yours in an attempt to get you even closer, “keep doing this,” his voice is so soft, you’re forced to lean in just to hear him. his bravado slowly melts the longer he’s in your grasp, melting in a puddle between your palms and eyes slipping closed. he cracks an eye open a little later to keep looking at your own love-struck expression.
「 chenle. 」
⤷ the moment you’re even in front of him, he’s already flustered, so when you take his face between your palms, pressing a compliment into the corner of his lips, he turns so red, you’re worried he’ll pass out. when he does manage to calm down, a tiny smile on his lips, he takes one of your hands to his lips, pulling you into him so he can bury his face in your neck. lavishes kisses across the skin as you laugh, mumbling a small, “thank you lele.”
「 jisung. 」
⤷ he’s immediately confused, eyes widening and eyebrows disappearing behind his bangs. he doesn’t pull away or complain though, quick to melt into the touch, a soft smile on his features. a contented sigh passes cutely through his lips as his own hands frame your cheeks. your thumbs brush the soft skin under his eyes, which seems to spur him into action, beginning to lavish over your face.
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MARK LEE !
mark insisted on carrying everything, even your tiny purse. “babe i got it” you say reaching for your bag. he pulls it away with a grin, easily slipping the strap over his shoulder. “nope, to heavy for my baby girl”
you narrow your eyes at him, placing your hands on your hips. “mark baby.. it’s literally lighter than your phone”
he tilted his head, pretending to think. “hmm, it doesn’t matter, what if your body gets sore?, what if you get tired baby?” his voice was laced with amusement, but the way he tucks you under his arm and pulls you close has you smiling
“you’re ridiculous..” you muttered, though you don’t pull away.
“ridiculously in love with you” he corrects you, as he presses a soft kiss to your temple. “now let me be a good boyfriend and spoil my baby yeah?”
you sigh dramatically but you end up smiling even wider when he gives your cheek a squeeze.
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HUANG RENJUN !
you reach for a cup on the top shelf, standing on your tippy toes and stretching as far as you could. beofre you could even get close, renjun appears behind you , easily grabbing the cup and placing it in your hands.
“what would you do without me?” he teases, resting his chin on your shoulder
“survive” you reply, turning to glare at him playfully
he scoffed, looping his arm around your waist. “doubt it baby, you’re too small and fragile”
“im not fragile” you argued, but he just hums, clearly he was unconvinced.
“mhm sure , but i would rather not risk my pretty girl struggling” his voice is soft as he titled her chin up. his thumb grazing over your jaw before pressing a lingering kiss to your nose. “besides, it’s cute when you try”
you swat at his chest, but the warmth spreading through you was impossible to ignore.
-
LEE JENO !
jeno watches as you struggle to open a bottle of water, your hands twisted at the cap, but with no success. before you can even consider asking for help, he grabs it from your grasp effortlessly, cracking it open with one hand
“jeno.. baby..” you huffed, reaching for it. “i could’ve done it”
he lifted the bottle higher, out of your reach, a playful smirk on his lips. “mm, but why should i when i can just do it for you baby?”
you pout, the smirk softened as he takes your chin between his fingers. “pretty.. i like taking care of you” he murmurs, pressing a slow kiss to your lips before finally handing the bottle to you. “so let me, okay?”
you take a sip, trying to hide your smile, but he sees right through you.
-
LEE HAECHAN !
your standing in the kitchen, trying to wash the dishes, when haechan suddenly wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you off the ground
“you shouldn’t be doing this sunshine” he whines, carrying you away from the sink and placing you gently on the couch. “my pretty baby doesn’t need to be doing chores”
you cross your arms. “and who’s going to do them then?, you?”
“uh no?, that’s why rich people hire maids for” he says. “and since im not rich, ill do it because i love you”
you blink “wait did you just…?”
“shh” he cuts you off, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before rushing to the kitchen. “no more questions sunshine, just sit here and look pretty for me”
your heart feels like it’s doing somersaults, but you’ll just pretend you didn’t hear the way his voice cracked
-
NA JAEMIN !
you’re in bed half asleep, when you feel jaemin shift beside you. he carefully tucks the blanket around your shoulders, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.
“nana… where are you going?” you mumble, reaching for his hand before he can move.
jaemin chuckles softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “i was just gonna get some water baby”
you let out a sleepy whine, tugging at his hoodie. “no… stay”
he smiles, lying back down and wrapping his arms around you. “you’re too cute you know that?” his voice is a whisper against your ear warm and comforting.
you nuzzle into his chest as he kisses the top of your head. “okay, okay i’m staying” he murmurs. “not like i’d ever leave my pretty girl alone anyway”
-
ZHONG CHENLE !
you’re running around the house, trying to grab something from the other room, when chenle calls out from the couch. “slow down baby, you’re gonna trip”
“i won-” your foot catches on the rug, and before you know it you’re stumbling forward.
chenle is up in an instant, catching you before you can hit the ground. he steadies you as his hands firm on your waist. “what did i just say baby?” he sighs, shaking his head before pulling you into his arms.
you groan. “okay okay.. you were right”
he smirks, rubbing circles onto your back. “of course i was, my baby is too clumsy for her own good”
you pout up at him, and he kisses your forehead with a chuckle. “from now on just let me do everything baby okay?”
you roll your eyes, but you don’t complain when he picks you up bridal style just to take you back to the couch.
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PARK JISUNG !
you’re sitting on the floor, playing a video game when jisung suddenly scoots closer and pulls you into his lap.
“jisung baby?” you say, looking at him in confusion.
he wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “just let me hold you for a bit”
your heart melts. “you’re so clingy” you tease, but you lean into him anyway.
“yeah, yeah” he mumbles, tightening his grip. “you’re my baby so deal with it”
you smile, placing your hands over his. “okay but you better not complain when i call you baby back”
he groans, but you catch the way his ears turn pink.
mark is at every single party ever and then you have to scream-call him at 9am because he's about to miss another lecture. he knows every single spot on campus and never misses an opportunity to take you on little dates. you're always 5 minutes late to class because he has a hard time stopping the goodbye kisses. he makes up dumb raps to help you memorize important information.
renjun is the perfect partner to practice for debates because he just loves talking to you. he brings you your favorite juice if he knows you've pulled an all nighter. everyday-huang-renjun-scolding-you-for-a-different-reason. he cries and takes pics like a dad when you graduate.
jeno encourages you to go on morning runs with him around the campus but never bails on pizza fridays. loves nap dates. he nervously laughs when you ask him about his grades but he always manages to pass (thanks to some kisses-as-a-reward type of study dates). he thinks you're the smartest person on earth and always goes to you when he needs help.
haechan wants to hit up all of mark’s parties just to make out with you on his lap the entire time. the two of you have perfected the art of communicating via memes of your professors' faces. he texts you when he's bored in class but temporarily blocks you when you do that to force you to pay attention to yours. he gives you his 65 cent coffee change and when you ask him why he just says "pay off those student loans honey".
jaemin is at every single charity event you take part in and goes all out to get those donations. he has been kicked out of your dorm after curfew multiple times. most-disgustingly-in love couple-on-campus-award. he hypes you up during debates and laughs when your opponent can't argue anymore.
chenle suggests study dates and then just bothers you the entire time. he does help you study using flashcards when finals are approaching and is a pro at calming you down before tests. he hates whatever professors you hate and calls you a nerd when he feels exceptionally proud of you.
jisung may not know shit about your subjects but he'll become a master in them just to help you. he does your homework for you when you're too stressed to think. then he gets stressed too and requests cuddles when that happens. he thoroughly enjoys hearing you bitch about your professors. really, that's the highest form of comedy for him.
someone had to write for the sports column in your schools paper, and unfortunately it falls onto you. only knowing very little about basketball - thanks to your friend chenle, this shouldn't be so bad!
well, that was until you meet the team’s captain and he rudely asks if you are deaf.... funny thing is, you are!
pairing: lee jeno x fem!reader
genre: social media au (some written parts), angst, fluff, humor, some miscommunication situations, sports love
warnings: explicit language, suggestive/death jokes, reader is deaf, reader is in journalism, jeno is on the basketball team, more to be added
notes: watched twinkling watermelon again and here we are!
status: ongoing
taglist: CLOSED
yn's group | jeno's group
0- prologue
1- im going to hell
2- its a face i wanna ride on
3- messing with etsy witches
4- that little whore
5- sign rizz go crazy
6- my voluminous, plump fat ass
7- on that same freakuency
8- opp to oppa
9- mark lee is gay
10- drop your pants boy
11- five big booms
12- i think im in love with you
13- plenty of people want my cookie
14- j names are toxic
15- why tf was he rizzing me up??
16- ???
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classical conditioning: a learning process where a neutral stimulus is associated with a stimulus that produces a natural response (think pavlov’s dog)
warnings — fingering, vaginal penetration, kitchen sex, table sex, soft dom renjun, mild jealousy, light possessiveness, consensual power play, slight edging, explicit sexual content, established relationship, post-idol au, domestic intimacy, realistic couple dynamics, aftercare, adult content 18+
wc — 1.6k
note: credits to the anon user who requested this last year, i accidentally deleted your request. im soo sorryy T.T
the rice cooker hummed softly in the background while renjun stood at the counter, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, chopping vegetables with that steady rhythm he always had when he cooked. he was 26 now, still carrying that quiet confidence from years of figuring life out away from the spotlight—no schedules, no cameras, just normal days like this one. you sat at the small dining table a few steps away, phone pressed to your ear, chatting with an old friend from back home.
nothing serious. just catching up, laughing at some dumb story about a failed blind date your friend had gone on last weekend. your giggles came easy, light and unbothered, the kind that filled the room without trying too hard. renjun rarely got jealous. he trusted you, trusted the steady thing you two had built over the past year of dating like regular people—coffee runs, late-night walks, him teaching you simple mandarin phrases while you helped him practice korean recipes. he wasn’t the type to make scenes or overthink small stuff.
but tonight something shifted.
he glanced over his shoulder, knife pausing mid-chop as another soft laugh left your lips. his brows raised just a fraction, dark eyes narrowing slightly in that calm, observant way of his. not angry. just... curious. a little pointed. he set the knife down, wiped his hands on the dish towel, and turned fully toward you. the apartment smelled like garlic and sesame oil, warm and familiar.
“who’s that?” he asked, voice even, almost casual. no edge, just straightforward like he was asking about the weather.
you pulled the phone away for a second, covering the mic with your palm, still smiling. “just ji-eun. she’s telling me about this guy who showed up to dinner in pajamas. it’s hilarious.” you let out another small laugh, waving it off like it was nothing, and went back to the call. “sorry, go on—”
renjun didn’t push. he turned back to the stove, stirring the pan with a wooden spoon, but the air between you felt a touch heavier now. not dramatic. just there. he tasted the sauce, adjusted the heat, moved with the same quiet efficiency. five minutes passed. your conversation wrapped up naturally, goodbyes exchanged, phone set face-down on the table.
you stood up, stretching, ready to help set the table. “smells good. need me to grab plates?”
he didn’t answer right away. instead he lowered the flame, turned to face you again. that same raised-brow look lingered, softer now but still present. “you were giggling a lot,” he said simply, tone calm, almost conversational. his mandarin accent curled lightly around the korean words, the way it always did when he was relaxed. “sounded fun.”
you laughed it off again, stepping closer to loop your arms around his waist from behind as he faced the counter. “it was. nothing serious. you know how she gets with her stories.” your chin rested against his shoulder, breathing in the faint scent of his cologne mixed with dinner. “jealous?” you teased lightly, expecting the usual brush-off. renjun wasn’t possessive like that.
he let out a short breath, almost a chuckle, but didn’t deny it outright. his hand covered yours on his stomach for a moment, warm and steady. then he turned in your hold, facing you properly. at 171cm he wasn’t towering, but the way he looked at you now—close, direct—made the space feel smaller. “not usually,” he admitted, voice low and matter-of-fact. “but hearing you laugh like that while i’m right here... hm.”
you grinned, about to make another light comment, but he leaned in and kissed you once, slow and intentional. nothing rushed. his lips tasted faintly of the sauce he’d been tasting earlier. when he pulled back, his eyes held yours. “let’s see if you can laugh it off in a bit.”
the words landed soft, but with enough weight that your stomach flipped. dinner was almost ready, but renjun had other ideas now. he turned the stove off completely, then guided you backward with gentle hands on your hips until your lower back met the edge of the table. no big production. just the two of you in the quiet apartment, the city hum faint outside the window.
“renjun—” you started, half-laughing still, but he shook his head once, that calm expression never breaking.
“sit,” he said, simple as that.
you did, hopping up onto the table. he stepped between your knees, hands sliding up your thighs over your lounge shorts, thumbs brushing the hem. his touch was unhurried, familiar. he kissed you again, deeper this time, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck. when he broke it, his forehead rested against yours for a second. “you’re mine to make laugh like that,” he murmured, almost to himself, before his fingers dipped under the fabric of your shorts and underwear in one smooth motion.
no rush. he worked you open slowly, two fingers pressing in with that precise care he always had—watching your face the whole time, reading every small reaction. your breath hitched. the giggles from earlier died in your throat, replaced by softer sounds you couldn’t quite control. his other hand stayed on your thigh, holding you steady.
“still laughing?” he asked quietly, voice steady even as his fingers curled just right, thumb circling where you needed it. the kitchen light cast warm shadows across his features, highlighting the small dimple that appeared when his mouth curved slightly. he wasn’t smirking. just focused, present.
you shook your head, biting your lip, hips shifting involuntarily. the table creaked faintly under you. renjun kept the pace even, adding a third finger when you were ready, stretching you with the same patient rhythm he used when cooking or practicing dance moves alone in the living room. your head tipped back, a low moan slipping out instead of any laugh.
“good,” he said, almost approving. he leaned in to kiss along your jaw, then your neck, nipping lightly at the spot he knew made your breath stutter. his free hand slipped under your shirt, palm warm against your skin, thumb brushing over your chest in lazy strokes. everything felt grounded—his body heat, the faint sizzle of residual oil in the pan, your own pulse in your ears. no over-the-top dirty talk. just him being renjun: soft in the way he touched, firm in the way he didn’t let up.
minutes stretched. your legs trembled around his waist. he brought you right to the edge with his fingers alone, then eased back, drawing a frustrated sound from you. “renjun, please—”
“not yet,” he replied calmly, withdrawing his hand only to tug your shorts and underwear down your legs in one go. he freed himself from his own sweats, rolling on a condom from the drawer nearby like it was the most normal thing in the world. then he was back between your thighs, pushing in slow and deep, one hand gripping your hip to keep you from sliding on the table.
the stretch burned nicely. you clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt. he moved with controlled thrusts, deep and steady, eyes half-lidded as he watched you fall apart. every time you tried to hide your face or bite back a sound, he’d tilt your chin back up gently. “let me hear,” he said, voice low but not demanding—just honest.
you couldn’t laugh it off anymore. your mind went hazy, thoughts scattering as he fucked you right there on the kitchen table, dinner forgotten on the stove. the angle hit perfectly each time, his hips rolling in that precise way that came from years of dance training. sweat beaded on his forehead, but his breathing stayed measured, only breaking when he groaned softly against your ear.
“you feel so good,” he whispered, simple and real, no flowery lines. his hand slipped between you again, fingers finding your clit while he kept thrusting. the dual sensation pushed you over fast—body tensing, a broken moan tearing from your throat as you came hard around him.
renjun followed not long after, burying himself deep with a quiet curse in mandarin, forehead pressed to your shoulder. for a minute you both just breathed, his arms wrapping around you to keep you close. the apartment smelled like half-cooked food and sex now.
he pulled out carefully, disposed of the condom, then helped you down from the table on shaky legs. a small, satisfied smile tugged at his lips as he brushed hair from your face. “dinner’s probably cold,” he said, voice back to its usual calm. “we can reheat.”
you leaned into him, still catching your breath, no giggles left—just warm exhaustion and the quiet certainty that renjun, even when a flicker of jealousy showed, handled it like everything else: straightforward, without turning it into something bigger than it was. he kissed your temple once, then went back to the stove like nothing had happened, though the way his hand lingered on your lower back said otherwise.
later, eating reheated food at the table you’d just been on, conversation flowed easy again. he asked about your friend’s story after all, listening with that soft focus of his. jealousy didn’t stick with him. but tonight it had sparked something warmer, closer. and you both knew it without needing to say much more.
