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synopsis đŹ ďźă ¤your long term best friend stopped answering your texts and even ignored your calls after you went on a meaningless date yesterday, what happened? thankfully, all of your questions get answered by a drunken voicemail you receive from said best friend at 2am â which would be super helpful!... if it didn't leave you with even more questions.
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august 2, 1999 㠤㠤㠤 㠤㠤㠤㠤㠤㠤đŕ§ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤mark lee
The first thing to grace your ears is a noise of which your sleepy brain can only assume is a car door closing as the voicemail starts, some shuffling to sit down and hushed voices that seem to be Chenle and Jeno? You can't be sure nor care about it, only then does the Canadian start speaking.
"Yo, um, hey! Hey, hey⌠yeah, I don't think I've answered to any of your texts today? Yeah, I⌠I didn't really have time or was even like in the mind space for answering anybody, you know? You know how it gets like⌠suffocating?" Mark Lee going on and on about a whole bunch of nothing while repeating himself three times per sentence? Nothing new under the sun.
Against your wishes, he keeps going. He always does.
"Yeah, so I wasn't in my phone a lot today, sorry about that⌠like i think you called? I'm pretty sure you did, so you were probably worried, I'm sorry-" Whom you can only assume was Jeno connected his Spotify account to the car, Somebody Else by The 1975 started playing as Chenle's demure and delicate laughter echoes through the car like a demonic chant or a troop of hyenas, Mark sighs before continuing on his personal podcast. "So, um⌠yeah, I'm sorry." The call keeps going for another forty something seconds, then a minute, then another⌠with your head against the pillow and eyes still straining to look at the brightness of the phone laying by your side, you wonder if he's drunk or high, choosing to focus on that rather than that you can faintly listen to Mark quietly singing the lyrics of the song â his phone was probably on his lap while he was recording this, his jeans were probably that raggedy kinda blue, kinda green pair he's been wearing for at least two years, you also ignore the sting in your heart when you think of the way he looked at you back then.
With thirty two seconds left before the message cuts, he speaks up again, quiet and sincere. "I'm sorry, baby⌠I don't, I don't mean to push you away or make you feel like I'm mad at you, I'm not trying to but⌠I- it's so fucking stupid, dude. I'm so fucking stupid," Against his wishes, he keeps going. He always does.
"I couldn't help it, I promise I didn't mean to ignore you it's just⌠I just can't really deal with it anymore? That dumb stories you posted messed me up, bro. And I know it probably doesn't mean anything, you go on plenty of dates- And, which I.. I, I don't mean, I'm not saying you sleep around!! I'm not saying that at all, I would never say that! I⌠I'm sorry. I wish I didn't talk so much, I'm sure you do too sometimes. I wish you were my girl." The message keeps going for another 6 seconds, you wonder if he actually meant that.
And you choose not to think of why you kept listening until it ended though all that was left was silence and Somebody Else.
march 23, 2000 㠤㠤㠤 㠤㠤㠤㠤đŕ§ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤huang renjun
Your hear his voice as soon as the message starts playing, sounding somewhere between 'just stopped crying, whats up?' and like he just ran a marathon.
"Hey, angel, uh⌠It's been a while since I called you like that, right?" he laughs, humorless. You sit up, worried.
"It's your contact name, did you know? 'My angel', that's how I named it. It would make more sense if we were together but hey! Beggars can't be choosers now, can they?" Again, he laughs with no emotions whatsoever, this doesn't feel Renjun, what happened? In all of those years, not once you've heard him speak like this. Though your heart races at the nickname, you prefer to believe it's purely out of fear that your friend is going through something you weren't previously aware of, he seemed to be doing okay? After what seemed to be a much needed deep breath, he keeps going.
"I need⌠I need to stop that. I'm sorry I didn't answer to your call earlier or respond to any of your messages, I've seen them and chose not to answer like a loser instead of talking like an adult, I know. I'm sorry, angel." he sounds softer now, it reminds you of how he sounded that night you spent the night in his apartment and talked until the morning, how he sounded right before crying on your lap about how scared he was to change his major after working so hard on it for two years. You caressed his head and he fell asleep, you remember thinking the wrong person in this friendship got the 'angel' nickname. "I need to stop acting like a loser. I need to stop acting like this is your fault."
"I had you right by my side for years and never did anything about and now what am i doing? Crying like a baby because the girl I love went on a date that looked too serious? That's what I'm doing? I'm being so stupid today, I don't know what's happening to me. I'm sorry, angel. Love you." The voicemail ends, it sounds like he was beginning to cry. Your dearest flower always talked to himself too harshly.
You wonder if he knows that you'd drop everything to caress his head until he falls asleep again.
april 23, 2000㠤㠤㠤 㠤㠤㠤㠤㠤㠤đŕ§ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤lee jeno
There at least three minutes of silence before Jeno starts speaking, why is he like this? You wait, listening to his deep breaths, you know he didn't press to send you a voicemail by accident. He hates calling, he hates most forms of social interaction.
Jeno is no different than an unsocialized awkward dog who sits between his owners legs whenever somebody visits, not leaving the room but not daring to make eye contact either. He would never send you a voicemail even at the end of the world, not the Jeno who makes up whole scenarios in his head so he can practice how to speak to people in the phone before actually calling. He'd just message you.
This was no accident, he tried calling you and when you didn't answer, whatever he had prepared was ruined and now he's grasping at straws trying to figure out how to speak by himself alone in his room, or maybe he's somewhere else, it doesn't really matter. Jeno always takes a long time to figure out things, and you? You wait for him. Every single time.
After one especially profound sigh, you're finally hearing him.
"Hey, I'm sorry I didn't answer to anything today, I wasn't really in the⌠in the mood to talk, but I could have given you an explanation, I, I thought⌠I'm a little tipsy, I'm sorry." You can't help but laugh, quick and honest, you've always made fun of how red he gets when he's drunk. You suppose is due to his paler than snow skin, you ignore how often you've thought of how pretty lipstick marks would look like decorating his stupid handsome face. Stupid, that's what Lee Jeno was.
"I don't feel great today to be honest, I don't know why. That was a lie, I do know why, but saying it out loud sounds fucking dumb, especially saying it to you. You'll probably not even hear this, I'm such a fucking idiot. I'll just message you about it tomorrow and apologize, anything is better than this." The voicemail falls in silence for about thirty seconds, you wonder if he forgot to turn it off or if he's looking for the delete message button.
For the first time in years, Jeno catches you off guard.
"Thought about you the whole day today, I usually do. That fucking guy-" His own scoff interrupts his thought process. "Fucking idiot, isn't he like a vet or something? 'Gonna kill the kittens by spooking them with his dumb face." You can tell he was sulking, Jeno has a habit of shit-talking like a teenage girl sometimes, very rare times, but oh, were they good times. Who is he talking about though? "Why did you even go out with him? That restaurant too? Fuck is he trying to prove. I don't get what you saw in that guy" Oh. That's who he's talking about.
"Me and you could be so good together. I wish you saw it like I do. You have no idea of how much I missed you today, (âŚ)" The voicemail dies after four more seconds, you try to ignore the way his soft voice saying your name keeps ringing in your head while you turn over and attempt to sleep. He probably thinks he deleted the voicemail and you'll never receive it.
Stupid, that's what Lee Jeno is. Stupid.
june 6, 2000㠤㠤㠤 㠤㠤㠤㠤㠤đŕ§ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤lee donghyuck
You really don't notice how whiny Donghyuck's voice is until he gets up to this level of annoying â which to be fair, is very often.
But god, a eleven minute voicemail? What could this man possibly be going on about? Six minutes into this message and all that you hear is a cartoon network's character talking about how hard his day was except said character had been drinking wine for a couple hours. Why did he send this fucking voicemail in the first place? Are you being held hostage to his little podcast for no reason at all?
"Like if I got kidnapped, would you notice? I feel like you would, you know? Even if I didn't call you I feel like you'd feel my absence⌠Oh. Um, yeah, I didn't answer your call today, right? I'm pretty sure you called me. Yeah, sorry about that." Bitch? Donghyuck's is usually a little taunting to be around but this level of nastiness is just unnecessary in your sleepy feelings. Why is he talking like this? Especially with you.
"I mean, I don't know if you messaged just because I'm, you know, your best friend~" You're not sure why the way he said 'best friend' so singy songy made your stomach turn, again, your mind is just puzzled as to why he's acting like this. "So you messaged me out of habit probably, whatever, did you message your little boyfriend too? I almost congratulated you on your stories yesterday but maybe I forgot. Did you have fun?" Oh, now you got it.
"I don't usually pay attention to your little flings, you know? I prefer not to. But⌠him? Seriously? Like if it was Jeno or something at least i could understand, but that guy? 'Skinny dick Jake' out of all people? That's what the streets call him at least." Amidst your desire to be mad at him for obviously ignoring you for the whole day out of petty jealousy, you did unfortunately laugh at that.
Hyuck always found a way to get under your skin whilst keeping you not mad at him at all. Always finding the perfect balance, always irreplaceable.
"I'm not saying is a crime to have a skinny dick, not saying that at all, but they don't call me anything like that, you know? There's levels to this." For the first time in eight minutes (and perhaps in his whole life) Donghyuck is quiet but much like you expected, not for long. "If you were with me people would be so jealous of us, people would look at me and just know that I'm funny. It'd be nice." Another ten seconds on silence.
"It'd be nice to be us. Sometimes I still hope that it's us in the end." You're sat up in your bed, heart racing, mind confused, it didn't take more than a couple more seconds for him to keep going. "Did you watch Stranger Things? You did, right? I think we talked about it but ugh, it was so bad." And he's back at his ramblings for another three minutes, or maybe it was more, you're not listening.
Maybe you should have listened to him all those years ago when he said you two should be together at the end of the world. After all, Donghyuck is usually right.
august 13, 2000㠤㠤㠤 㠤㠤㠤㠤㠤đŕ§ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤na jaemin
"Hey, sweetheart, how was your date yesterday?" Jaemin's voice sings in your ears as soon as you press the 'play voicemail' button, you're not sure if the laziness in his voice is heightened due to his own sleepiness or yours, his was definitely stronger, can anyone be more tired than a med major?
"I didn't answer to your texts today, did I? I'm sorry, princess. Forgive Nana, babyâŚ" Oh, he's drunk, this idiot only talks about himself in third person when he's drunk. Na Jaemin is drunk though? Did someone pass away? Is he okay? Mr. 'Alcohol is bad and makes you lose muscles' is drunk? The world is truly ending.
"I was at Jisungie's house after work today, I saw that picture Giselle⌠was it Giselle? Or was it Minjeong? I think it was Giselle. I saw that picture she posted of you two today, it was at that same restaurant, i think⌠Was she with you guys yesterday? Was it like a double date situation?" He laughs the end of his inquire off and you only wish you could focus on something other than wondering why does he sound like that, is he being sarcastic? Sounding so dismissive as if he's asking just to make fun of your answer.
Jaemin isn't like this, so why is he acting like it?
"Anyways, hope you had fun, baby. Looked so pretty⌠that little boy didn't deserve it. I hope you spent more time of your night with Giselle than him. I hope he didn't fucking touch you." your stomach feels upset and at this point you just hope is your period coming rather than admitting how the idea of your best friend being jealous over you makes you feel.
You don't like how you didn't even flinch at his words, how you knew exactly who he was talking about. Jaemin was never discreet about thinking other men were too immature, especially for you. Nobody was ever good enough for you in Jaemin's eyes.
"Those little boys you go out with have nothing on me, baby. I could give you everything..." He goes on, voice deep and painfully honest, his natural raspiness even more noticeable, his head must have be thrown back while he was recording this. You gulp down some water from the half full water bottle in your nightstand to wash down how the mental image of your friend drunkenly sprawled on his bed made you feel, you know he was shirtless too. Na Jaemin was far too much of a show off to not sleep naked.
"Guys our age don't deserve girls like you, you need more. You need a man. And I need you, sounds like a match made in heaven, doesn't it? Fuck it, I'll just send you a message tomorrow. She'll understand, my baby⌠My baby will understand." The voicemail ends, his voice fades away and you don't want to admit how much you wish you could tell him to stay. You know he would.
You know that you won't be able to sleep if you think too much about it.
And if the only way you could finally close your eyes and find peace of mind a few minutes later was by bringing your pillow to the couch and turning on the television to sleep with Grey's Anatomy playing softly through out the living room, nobody has to know.
november 22, 2001㠤㠤㠤 㠤㠤㠤đŕ§ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤zhong chenle
His voice is testing the limits of both your ears and your patience as soon as the call starts.
"Hey, loser. Yeah, I know, I haven't answered to any of your texts today or whatever, I'm sorry, okay? I am. I don't sound like I am, but I am." Well, sounds like someone's angry for some reason? Will he tell you the reason? Perchance.
At moments like these, you notice that your best friends never really changed. Still the same loud and loquacious kid that you met all those years ago, his voice just a tad deeper, the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes a little more visible, sure, he did look more mature but his laughter is all the same.
"It was immature, okay? I know it was and I don't need you to lecture me⌠I mean, you wouldn't, you don't ever really lecture me but I guess I just don't want your sympathy right now. That sounds so fucking douchbagy, my god, I need to record that again. Again." More clues, interesting, this isn't the first draft of this voicemail it seems, that is so not Zhong Chenle, though. Definitely not your Chenle who has been the most impulsive person in your life since third grade.
Maybe that's why he sounds pissed? You can't help but smile at how sulky and whiny he sounds. You can hear the pout and visualize his eyes growing wider and wider in your head as if it's happening right in front of you. Chenle has been a part of you for longer than you can remember, one day he was sitting besides you at class and the other he was gossiping with your mother in your bed while you struggled with your makeup for prom in front of your bedroom's mirror.
"Shit, why is this getting into my head so much, that's so fucking dumb. One guy shows up in her stories and suddenly I'm an asshole, I can't do that, that's not a way to go about this. Fuck me." You hear what you can only assume is him throwing his head back on his gaming chair, followed by the sound of the hand which was holding his phone falling down on the armchair roughly, his voice is a lot more distant now.
"Why can't i act like an adult about this. Why can't I just talk to her⌠I should've talked about this years ago. But no, I waited and now that she posted with some guy who probably doesn't mean anything here come 'bigass head Chenle' on his way to ruin his amazing friendship at 90km per second â I'm rambling. This is stupid, I'm being unreason-" The voicemail cuts abruptly.
Staring at the ceiling in your bedroom, trying to piece together what exactly this man this admitted to you while coming to terms with the fact that he probably doesn't even know what he just did. He usually doesn't, that's why you two get along. You try, try not to think of how has always fit in your life so easily, how you two just work out. You can't think about him like that, that's Chenle, that's your little guy! You'll always be besides each other, that's how it's meant to be.
Then why does the more you think, the more he seems⌠grown? Why is there something about his eyes that makes you feel like he could be your everything, why does it seem like he already is? Is this why you can't never hold his eye contact for too long? Has it always been like this?
february 5, 2002 㠤㠤㠤 㠤㠤㠤㠤đŕ§ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤ă ¤park jisung
Park Jisung leaving a voicemail? Just when you thought somethings were simply impossible, the universe comes around with a little trick up it's sleeve.
"Uh, um, hi! Hey, yo⌠Um, yeah, I've been gone today, I know, is so shitty to only give you a sign of being alive at this time. It sucks, I'm sorry. I don't even know if you're going to see this." Funnily enough, despise spending the whole day worrying yourself sick about this stupid boy, you know you should be mad, maybe you'll be later. But as for now? You can only smile at how Jisung can't be a little less awkward with you after spending a single day with no contact as if he unlearned how to speak. Just like when you were kids.
All that times has done to Jisung is elongate him and just about nothing else, still the same bright eyed boy who complimented your ladybug backpack all those years ago. "I'm sorry, I was planning to show up earlier, I even thought about coming over but, but I just couldn't, I'm sorry. I'm apologizing too much, aren't I? Sorry..." He sighs.
"My one opportunity to be a man and I fuck it up this bad, my god." He sounds much colder now and it kills you to not be able to pinpoint why. You've know Jisung like the back of your hand for years, why can't you tell what's bothering him? "I'm sorry, love. I really am. Maybe if I talked to you about it, it would have been me in the restaurant yesterday instead of that prick. Maybe it would have been me." You sit up in your bed trying to figure out what just snapped you awake like a glass of cold water.
"And I love you. I love you, don't forget that I love you." You stare blankly at your wall while waiting because you think the message is about to end, but it persists in the uncanny silence of your bedroom, just for long enough to make you wonder if this wasn't all one big fucked up dream, completely still as if any movement could break this moment of fragility. "Please, don't forget that I love you."
He adds one last time before the voicemail cuts, vulnerable and hopeful, not that distant from a little kid wishing on a shiny shooting star.
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content | fluffy, suggestive
notes | this was just a shameless excuse to use that haechan photo... anyways i'm trying to get back into writing so hopefully you'll see some more content from me soon!! i'm also trying out a bit of a new formatting style, so lemme know what you think ^_^
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pairing: collegestudent!literatureprodigy!jeno x afab!collegestudent!scienceandmathgenius!reader
summary: jeno was the biggest problem you've ever had to solve, but for him you weren't quite an open book either.
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warnings: mdni 18+, MATH, i did so much research i feel like i need to cite my sources, thank you quizlet, angst, hurt and comfort, frenemies to lovers, fluff, jeno and y/n argue a lot and yell at each other, teasing, misunderstandings, YEARNING, kissing, make-ups and confessions, plot WITH porn, love making very intimate, hard with feelings and refuse to listen to each other, unprotected sex (i better not catch y'all doing this), praising, crying, begging, groveling, pet names (baby), oral (f receiving), creampie (YUM), softdomtop!jeno (just as god intended), crack/humor, scientific talk because smart (i never took bio in college), if i forgot anything pls lmk. reblogs and feedback appreciated ⥠fiction â reality. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENO!!!
âWHATâ you gasped, not noticing you had barked it out until everyone turned around and glared at you.
âiâm sorry?...â your professor had stopped everyone to bring attention back, she gave you a quizzical look, âis there a problem?â
you shook your head, still surprised by your sudden outburst, ân-no, i apologizeâ you hung your head in shame, red blooming on your cheeks from embarrassment. you had been dreading today, your world literature 1 professor had told you all a week ago that you would be paired up with a partner for your first project. your major in biology and minor in actuarial mathematics required some literature classes to help with âscientific writing and understandingâ as your advisor put it. so you figured world literature 1 was the easiest choice, it turned out to actually be hell on earth. your weakest subject was english and literature, you were never a reader growing up unless it was about different sciences, but you always opted for documentaries and videos than reading. growing up, youâd always dread english class, anxiously waiting for whatever science and math class you could have next.
when you tell people that your favorite subject is math and then science they would laugh and usually end it with an âi wishâ, that was your english and history, you wish you could understand it better, but it always seemed impossible. what you were least expecting was getting paired with the best literature student you knew, jeno. he annoyed you at times, acting like a pretentious asshole going around and quoting shakespeare and some other century-dead author. when you went and quoted pythagroas near him it was now apparently a problem, you two bickered back and forth in class during group introductions about greek philosophers for almost an hour, debating if aristotle was more of a math genius or a linguistics expert.
after the heated discussion, jeno told you âi love a good debate, you have some crazy opinions thoughâ he ended up giving you his phone number. it was only the first week of classes, your first âfriendâ(?), you texted him that night, but no response came. the next week you were struggling with questions your professor had given you all to go with a reading.
you texted jeno:
âhey is this correct? *PICTURE ATTACHED*
his response chimed on your phone five minutes later:
ânoâ
and that was the only response you got, no help, no explanation, you didnât even know what was wrong with your answer to begin with. fuck this, you ended up calling him, to your surprise he answered with a âwhat?â
you didnât mean to blow up on him, but it just came out, âwhy canât you be nice to me for one second and help me with this student homework?â
he sighed, making your ear vibrate with the sound, âtake back what you said and iâll help youâ
you grumbled but obliged, âthis homework and reading is not stupid, now please help meâ
you guys ended up talking on the phone for almost two hours, discussing different themes from the reading, mostly arguing about who was right, but in the end jeno helped you get answers that were good enough. he talked you through the questions and the actual themes of the reading, the elements, and showed you how to better analysis pieces of literature. you were eternally grateful but absolutely mortified at the same time.
after that phone call, you were psyched, finally finding someone that could help you pass. you were always the person in math classes that everyone went to, you didnât have to be that person for others anymore. although you remember all the emotional baggage and difficulty when trying to help others study and understand formulas, you wouldnât ask much of jeno, only when you really needed it.
two weeks ago you found him in the library, doing homework with books scattered around him. the first thing you noticed were glasses that he had never worn before, big frames making his eyes look much bigger in such a cute way. you figured if you asked he wouldnât mind if you joined him, and you figured that if you asked in an even nicer way, he could help you with the literature homework.
âhey jeno!â you greeted him, walking up to his table, he looked up, pink lips still in a straight line, âwould you mind if i joined you?â
âi guess notâ he shrugged and moved some of his books out of the way for you, now sitting across from him you smiled slightly and got out your own homework. abstract algebra was your favorite class so far this semester, you never thought getting homework would make you so giddy. you couldnât believe some people found it excruciating, while it was just a âfun activityâ for you. you and jeno continue work in silence, you would steal glances every once in a while, his eyes scanning over the paper as he scribbled down notes and highlight sentences. eyebrows knitting together and whispering out words in order to analyze everything perfectly. you thought it was cute, his lips would curl up into a smile after every question got answered. sitting in front of him, you could see the perfect slope of his nose, his broad shoulders slouched as he leaned into the desk, his large hand brushing his black hair back sporadically. the golden ratio had nothing on him.
not long after the trance jeno left you in, you finished your math homework and now it was time for your enemy: literature. you looked up and glanced at jeno who was writing notes down, âheyâ he lifted his head, âdo you think you could help me with this?â you motioned down to the paper in front of you, he followed and noticed your blank page compared to his one that was filled.
âdid you even try?â he questioned, âit looks like you havenât even startedâ
âwellâ you started with a sheepish smile, âi did do the reading, but i could barely understand any of itâ
he sighed, his hands reaching under his glasses so he could rub his eyes, âokay, and what part did you not understand?â
you grabbed your packet of papers and flipped until you found the sentence, reading out loud, âhis sense of her inferiorityâof its being a degradationâof the family obstacles which judgment had always opposed to inclination, were dwelt on with a warmth which seemed due to the consequence he was wounding, but was very unlikely to recommend his suitâ, you looked up at him, offering the best pleading eyes you could muster.
he slightly rolled his eyes, âso, basically darcy should put away his pride of being in a higher ranking than elizabeth, but he cares more about her status than love. even while he is proposing, he still looks down on elizabeth and wants her to feel grateful that he is even considering her as a wifeâ
âoh, i never thought of it that wayâ you mumbled, looking down at your paper again.
âdonât they teach you stuff like this in high school? god, i fear for your grade when we actually have to read and analyze a whole book and not just passages for exercisesâ
the sentence was a stab to the heart, taken aback you said nothing as shame burned through your body. growing up youâd have teachers, friends, and your parents comment on your lack of understanding for english and literature, but youâve never heard a remark like this. it cut deep, you opened and closed your mouth, unable to give an actual response, incapable of making any snide comeback, you gathered your things, got up and walked away from him. before he started to see the tears that made its way down your face.
you avoided jeno as much as you could, you sat nowhere near him in your shared class, never looked in his direction in the courtyard and started taking different routes to other classes. it was working out great for the most part, that was until he had transferred into your biology âunity of lifeâ class three weeks into the semester, at the very last minute of course. rumors were going around that a lot of students had transferred out of his previous one due to it âbeing too hardâ and that the professor âwas a nightmareâ and he needed a natural science requirement for his major, secondary education if you could remember correctly.
seeing him walk through the door of one of your favorite classes was a different type of personal hell, and you were having a great day so far. you softly groaned, trying to resist the urge to roll your eyes in annoyance. your desk partner seemed to catch on, jaemin turned to you, âwhats wrong? forgot to do last nights homework?â
you turned towards him, ânever, i was so excited for this assignment, i finished all the questions as soon as i got home⌠itâs just⌠that guy, the one who just walked inâ you glanced back to his lab table, jaemin followed with his eyes, âiâm in his literature class and heâs nothing but an egomaniac, basically called me dumb for not understand some passage from a bookâ
the blond haired boy frowned, âhe might know some books, but wait until he gets a taste of a real challenge, he transferred too late into the semester, heâs fuckedâ. your lips twitched up into a smile. you met jaemin the first day of class, introducing himself as a veterinarian science major with a minor in biology. you two became quick friends after you got him coffee one morning, you ended up with two cups after the cafe got your first order wrong. he was nothing but thankful, long discussions in class that lead to topics that never related to science. you got to know him pretty well, often texting and meeting up for study groups with other students from class, you both always paired up in class whenever prompted.
âthatâs fair, would be satisfying to watch him struggleâ you whispered.
he giggled, âgod you sound like such a sadistâ
the professor pulled up his notes as he prepared for the beginning of class, âtakes one to know oneâ
you opened your notebook to the current lesson: the cytoskeleton. the professor went through the slideshow while you happily took notes on cells and its structure and stabilities within the cytoplasm. once the professor was done with the lecture, he started asking students questions, seeing if they were paying attention.
âokay, now what is a delicate coil held together by hydrogen bonding between every fourth amino acid?â he looks over his roster of students, âjeno! why donât you answer this for usâ
on cue, everyone turned to watch him, his head shot up from his notebook in surprise. he obviously looked unprepared, hands nervously pushing his bangs back. âoh⌠um, i donât know iâm sorry professor, i transferred late into this class and still need to catch upâ his hair looked wild as the tips of his ears shone a bright red.
the poor professor sighed, âdoes anyone want to help jeno out?â
you immediately shot up your hand, ây/n?â
you smiled dramaticly, before another breathe you answered, âalpha helixâ
âyes, thats correct! great job y/n⌠now you all need to pay attention, this will be on our first exam coming up in two weeksâ he went on about amino acids and different elements. jaemin leaned into you, âniceâ he whispered, a smile on his face. yeah, that would show jeno what you could do.
you peeked back at jeno who whispered âtwo weeks!?â to himself looking distressed, you felt a pang in your heart. perhaps it wasnât fair, stuff like this was never taught in secondary school science classes, obviously he was going to struggle. you werenât going to seek him out and offer help though, he knew science and arithmetic were your strong suits, it was his turn to come running, beg for forgiveness and ask for help.
speak of the asshole, and it shall fart, jeno texted you later that night.
âheyâŚâ you scoffed, the audacity of this guy, you resisted the urge to text him back a âyou should know this already right?â
you texted back a simple âwhat?â
he immediately answered, âdo you think you could help me with this bio homework and maybe study together for the exam ・°(°.âᯠâ°)°・â. shameless.
giving him the benefit of the doubt, you relented. maybe it was an off day for him, âi guess, meet me in the library tomorrow, and weâll startâ he hearted the message and that was the end of the conversation.
you woke up early the next day, grabbing every notebook you had kept over the years that could help jeno. you texted him right after noon, âthis is an all day affair, meet me in an hour and bring me a caramel macchiato. donât be late, pride & prejudice wasnât written in a dayâ he liked the message as a response. you left your dorm and headed to the library, setting up a space for a long study session. jeno comes right on time, with two coffees in his hand.
he places the bigger cup down in front of you, âlarge caramel macchiato, with extra caramel, extra vanilla, and extra drizzleâ
you look up at him and give him a modest smile, grabbing the drink and taking a sip from the straw and swirling the ice around the cup, âthank you, lets get startedâ he nodded and pulled out the chair next to you and sat down.
you got out all your notebooks, his eyes widened making you giggle, âjesus christ dude, how many notebooks do you have for this class?â
âwell, not all of them are from this class, i brought some from previous classes that i think could help youâ you handed over a stack of notes, which he begrudgingly took. âokay, now lets get startedâŚâ
you two had spent hours discussing carbohydrates, cellulose, and enzymes. sometimes arguing back and forth about answers, âokay so, a system of membranes that modifies and packages proteins for export by the cell?â you asked jeno as he flipped through his notes.
âum⌠integrins?â he answered, totally unsure of himself in the process.
you smiled, ânot quite, its the golgi apparatus, integrins are cell-surface receptor proteins⌠crazy how you donât remember this from basic biology classesâŚâ you mumbled the last part.
but of course he still caught it, âwhat was that?â
you shrugged your shoulders, âi mean we learn about cells and stuff in secondary school⌠everyone knows that the golgi apparatus is the packaging and distribution center of the cells, i mean everyone talks about how the mitochondria is the power house of the cell, is that the only thing you remember from biology?â
his eyebrows shot up in surprise, âoh? so that's what this is about?â he smirked, âyouâre still upset about what i said last week arenât you?â
your gaze diverted from his line of sight, thankful you wore your hair down this morning so he wouldnât see the pink burning on the tips of your ears. âno⌠iâm just sayingâ
â...saying almost the same exact thing i said?â jeno smiled, and his eyes turned into crescent moons, happy that he caught you in the act, âunderstandable⌠well, uh, if you help me, iâll help youâ
you crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes at him, ânot until you apologize, not everyone can be as good as you in literatureâ
âokay, iâm sorry, you are a genius in math and science, now please agreeâ jeno pleaded.
âfineâ you answered.
another week passed and jeno finally felt comfortable taking the exam, on the other hand your literature professor started talking about a project for that class. jeno reassured you that he would help you in the best way he could, he helped you with literary analysis, notations, and rhetoric. you ended up getting an 85% percent on the most recent homework, excited to show jeno you made your way to the classroom.
âso, jeno, iâve been seeing you hanging out with that y/n person in our classâ you stopped before the entrance to the classroom, âthey literally know nothing about literature and refuse to learn, how could you put yourself through that?â
âoh, well, um, i donât know, iâm just helping them with some stuffâ jeno answered. you peeked inside, he was with two other students, a girl and a boy, sitting together in a group.
âmust be pretty frustrating, i donât know why they are even in this class, fucking moron, am i right?â the girl responded and you could hear the others, but jeno, laugh.
you could feel your heart break as your mind begin to buzz. eyes watered, and you thought back to your discussion with jaemin, of course you guys were poking fun at jeno too, but nothing this extreme. âi mean, i guess one could think that, but everything about th-â you couldnât listen anymore, turned your heels and stormed off. stopping at the end of the hallway to through your graded paper away in anger and humiliation. after everything you both did for each other, it made your blood boil in anger and betrayal, you had to get back home. you paced to your dorm, keeping your head down so no one would notice you and your state of mind right now. skipping one literature class wouldnât hurt.
so it did, and now here you are, sitting in your literature class with the professor reading out the pairings for the first project. for the rest of the week and over the weekend, you had ignored jenoâs texts and calls, you decided you were finally done with his games. ây/n and jenoâ the professor read out to the class.
âWHATâ you gasped, not noticing you had barked it out until everyone turned around and glared at you.
âiâm sorry?...â your professor had stopped everyone to bring attention back, she gave you a quizzical look, âis there a problem?â
you shook your head, still surprised by your sudden outburst, ân-no, i apologizeâ you hung your head in shame, red blooming on your cheeks from embarrassment.
your professor nodded and resumed her list of partners, after she announced to the class, ânow sit with your partners and discuss what you all want to do for your projects for the rest of classâ
you groaned, you werenât ready to face jeno yet, you probably never would be. you never wanted to see or speak to him ever again, you shuffled to his seat, taking your time to get over to him and sit down.
âheyâ he said, âyouâve been ignoring me this whole week, whats up?â
fake ass bitch, you thought, he didnât care, ânothing, just not a good week i guessâ
he frowned, âdamn, well, if it makes you feel better, i got a 90% on my first bio exam!â he beamed, âso at least now you know your hard work is paying offâ
âthatâs great, glad youâve been getting at least something out of thisâ you deadpanned.
he gave you a quizzical look, but decided to drop the subject, âso, for the project i was thinking about covering the tenant of wildfell hallâ
you literally didnât care and let him pick whatever, âyeah thatâs fineâ
his eyes narrowed, giving you a weird look again, âokay⌠so, the book has themes of double standards, religion, morality, and love. i can send you passages that we can cover for our projectâŚâ. jeno went on for the next thirty minutes with only little nods and comments from you, agreeing to anything he had to suggest. all you wanted to do was leave, once the professor dismissed class that's what you did, picking up your backpack and storming off with jeno still talking.
you rushed down the hallway, ignoring the calls coming from jeno behind you. with his crazy athletic built he eventually caught up to you, grabbed your shoulder and spun you around. you gazed up at him, he stared down at you, looking for any answer he could find. âwhat is your problem? i thought youâd be happy we were paired up?â he started interrogating you.
you sighed, almost giving up, âjeno, can we just meet up later and talk about it? iâm exhausted right nowâ
he sighed and his hands fell from your shoulders, âiâll text youâ he nodded, and you turned around and left. once at your dorm you threw your backpack to the side and climbed into your bed, taking a well needed nap. a few hours later, your phone vibrating next to you pulled you out of dream land.
3 missed texts from jeno:
ây/n, are you able to come over to my apartment soon?â
âplz stop being so stubborn its annoying plz just talk to meâ
âhereâs the address lmk when ur on the wayâ
you texted him back:
âsorry i was taking a napâ
âi can be there in a bitâ
you got up and got ready, grabbed your backpack and left for jenoâs. once you got there it took you a good five minutes to have the courage to knock on his door. hesitant you tenderly knocked on the door, after a second he opened up the door and let you inside without another word. he was in shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt and smelled immaculate, you gulped, raking your eyes over his body, strong arms and long legs, a face without imperfections. your heart burned in anger and panic, angry that he was so gorgeous it pissed you off, panic because all you could think was what the fuck am i doing right now? âdo you want to sit down? i saw you brought your backpack, we can work on some stuff if you want?â
you nodded, walked over to the couch and plopped down, grabbing your backpack you opened it and got your laptop out, pulling up the notes from your calculus 2 class. jeno joined you on the couch, sitting a little bit to close for comfort, but you said nothing. his bare leg brushed against your clothed one, sending a buzzing sensation all throughout your body, trying your best to ignore him you stayed focused on your screen.
question 1: x³ + 2x² - 6z = 4 - 2y²
without a second thought you typed in the answer:
r³cos³0 + 2r² - 6z = 4
submitting it you smiled as the green checkmark popped up, correct on the first try. âdamn, thatâs crazyâ jeno broke the silence, you glanced over at him.
âwhat?â you said turned back to your laptop.
âi literally understood none of that and you got it on the first try!? thatâs literally fucking insaneâ
you laughed at his outburst, âitâs nothing really, it was kind of easy, just plug in the following x and y polar conversion formulas into the equation where possible, then you just rewrite everything and use the formulas to convert the equation into cylindrical coordinatesâ
jeno howled in laughter, which was contagious enough to make you laugh, âthatâs insane, youâre amazingâ
you cocked your head to the side, intrigued by his word choice, âoh? am i?â
his demeanor changed, the air felt heavy as he calmed down and moved closer to you. he leaned in, and you panicked, he glanced down at your lips and back up to your eyes. his long eyelashes met his cheeks, you followed suit and closed your eyes, ignoring the way your mind is screaming at you not to do this. heart says otherwise, as you could hear it beat in your ears, whole body buzzing as his pink, soft lips brushed against yours.
jeno moved in deeper, teeth clinking together as you ravaged your mouth, he was a starved man, and you were the last meal he would ever receive. it was warm and sensual, he reached around your waist and roughly pulled your torso into his. his nose bumped into yours as he moved his head slightly for better access, laptop completely abandoned to the side your arms lifted to his biceps, squeezing hard as you let out a soft moan. you broke the kiss as you pressed against his arms, your forehead leaned on his as you both caught your breath, between pants he smiled and laughed, you did not. anxiety ran your blood cold as now all you could think of was what he had said in the classroom about you. was this all a joke?
âjenoâŚâ you started, and his smile faltered, âi canât do thisâ you stood up and grabbed your laptop and shoved it haphazardly into your backpack, heatedly rushing out of his apartment and down the hall to the entrance. again you ignored jeno as he called after you, his footsteps echoing behind you. you pushed the heavy door open and the air hit you with the wind flying through your hair. continuing down the lamp-lighted street, the boy was still trying to catch up to you.
ây/n please, we forgot to talk about itâ he addressed your almost non-existent figure fading into the darkness.
he was hopeless by now, but still refused to give up, he moved again, ây/n!â
you stopped and turned around, walking up to him his build now growing hazy as water pooled in your eyes. âyou wanna talk about it? you WANT to talk about it? FINE, you are such a stuck-up asshole, thinking iâm so stupid because i donât have the best grade in our lit class. laughing about it with your friends when they call me a moron! you think youâre so great you didnât even know what the chemical symbol was for sulfur, FUCKING SULFUR JENOâ you were yelling at this point, jabbing your finger into his chest with every emphasis in your anger. âyou think you can play me in some fucked up game you have going on in your head, keeping me around so you can feel better about yourself and use me for help so you could pass an exam, i know iâve asked you for help before, but at the end of it, all i wanted to do was be your friend, you couldâve said no, but i couldnât. you gave me no choice but to give in with the deal that youâd help me in return, and you know what? i needed the help, badly. and you knew that and used it in a discussion with your friends that laughed at me because of it, you know how that made me feel? like absolute shit, i wanted to be your friend but all you have ever done was use me and hurt me, and guess what? you donât have to fear forâ fingers motioning air quotations, âmy grade because i got a good grade on my homework thanks to you, so thank you jeno! i really appreciate the help, i hope it really boosted your ego, maybe you can go fucking write a book about it or something, i donât know and i donât care, but iâm doneâ your face was probably beet red at this point, while angry tear's avalanche down your face, you hastily whipped your face and snot that escaped during your outburst. his face focused into view, he was so pretty, and that made you tear up all over again, he could have been different.
he looked defeated, frustrated as his fists clenched into balls and relax over and over, ây/n, please let me explain, i di-â you stopped him, placing your hand in front of his face.
âdo the math jeno, the probability that i would ever hear you out is slimâŚâ you turned and started walking away, briefly glancing back, he was still in the same spot. âitâs S by the way, the symbol for sulfur, maybe now youâll remember it when you think back on this night⌠not so proud after allâ your voice cracked at the last sentence as your heart wrenched and stomach mangled, tears breaking through yet again.
you left him there.
you decided not to tell jaemin about what happened, but jenoâs absence was evident. you couldnât sleep, all that replayed in your nightmare was his soft lips brushing against yours, and you swore you could still feel his strong arms pulling you forward, into him. the feeling that gave you clawed at your heart, beating you down every single time you closed your eyes and pictured his face smiling at you, laughing at you, annoyed at you. anything he gave you, you would take, no matter how much it broke you down. you liked him, no, you like him. even after everything heâs done, you still held a soft spot for him in your fractured heart. all the phone calls that turned into facetime when he would ask for help with math, and you had to show him the steps of a problem. laughing every time you would shake trying to hold your phone steady as he jokingly squawked, âkeep still!â when he would read passages to you over the phone late at night, and youâd have fallen asleep to his tender voice before he could even explain the motif. it had only been 5 weeks of class, but it felt like you had known him longer, despite your differences in subjects you both eventually subsided the arguments with long discussions and debates on why one answer was right and how the other was wrong. revelations that came to light after hours of going back and forth.
you stood in the shower, blankly staring at the white ceramic wall in front of you as droplets rained down. you thought about the day you and jeno were studying in the library, renting a study room within because you figured the discussion would be heated. it ended up in a feverish battle between the differences of cell adhesion and cell migration. by the end of it you were standing up, hands pulling at your roots in irritation trying to explain it to the boy sat down in front of you with a shit-eating grin adorning his face. ây/n, y/n, stop, stop, please, i canât take it anymoreâ he laughed, clutching his stomach, âi got it, while they are tightly associated, cell adhesion provides structural support and stability to tissues, while cell migration is the directed movement of cells from one location to anotherâ
your arms dramatically dropped to your sides, âYOU KNEW THIS WHOLE TIMEâ pointing, you accused him.
he laughed again at your reaction, âi just love seeing you like that, itâs cute, you know i just love a challengeâ he exclaimed going back to his notes.
you laughed to yourself, recalling the moment of the playful banter and subtle flirting that slipped out on occasion. you giggled, howled, and snorted a little too much at the memory, which silently followed into your heart sinking to the bottom of your stomach, the shower masking the uncontrollable sobs that carried through every limb, appendage, and bone.
jaemin went on and on about some story about his roommates, you paid barely any attention, eyes glued to the door as you waited to see if he would show up. the blond boy slurred his words, leaning into you now, trying to get you to look at him. you turned your body, he was giving you a pouty face with big, shining eyes, âi asked you a question y/nnie. were you even listening to me?â he tugged on the sleeve of your hoodie, his strength made you feel like a rag doll.
âi was⌠and the answer is yes?â you said, unsure about whatever he was yapping about.
he beamed and clapped playfully, âyippie! i knew you could use a pick-me-up, i promise itâll be fun, the party is saturday so clear your schedule, iâll pick you upâ
your shoulder shook as you lightly laughed at his theatrics, rubbing your temple in exasperation as to what you just got yourself into, âsounds like funâ. you barely noticed jeno walking in out of the corner of your eye. he looked worse than you did, a hoodie with a stain, sweats that looked they were able to fall apart, mis-matched socks and unkempt hair. he kept pushing his glasses up his nose and rubbing his tired eyes. your heart skipped a beat when you noticed his dark circles that almost matched yours, his being a little worse for wear. before he could catch you staring, you quickly focused your attention to the professor starting class, going through the roaster and continuing the lecture on cells.
âcan anyone tell me the variations in cell types? jeno, got an answer?â the professor smiled at him, everyone turned to spectate and wait for him to answer, except you.
âum, prokaryotic and eukaryoticâ he dragged, sounding uninterested despite getting the question right.
âyes! very good jenoâ the professor praised, moving on to the next question. you started to sweat, angry that he got it right and yet you were now holding on your high c- in literature class. how come he could now catch onto science but yet, you were still unable to grapple with the concepts of a victorian classic novel? or maybe it was the fact you had skipped every class this week, refusing to work with jeno on anything, you noticed the text and calls from him were dwindling three days after the confrontation, however everyday he sent pictures of his notes and analysis on the reading and how the project was going. as pathetic as it was, you continue to lay awake in bed nearly every night rereading his text from that night:
i know you are angry and probably hate me right now and thatâs understandable, but i donât want to give up on you, on us. do you think newton gave up on the laws of motion after he failed on the first or second try? you arenât getting the whole picture, plz give me a chance to explain, i donât even know if you are reading this, but if you are, plz hear me out you got it all wrong about that day in the classroom, and if it felt like i was using you, iâm sorry. that was never my intention, i just like being around you, you are always quick-witted and i was just trying to taunt you so youâd pay attention to me because i really like you, ig that backfired badly lol. anyway, i hope this will change your mind, and youâll reach out, iâll give you time.
followed by a very unserious message that you couldnât help but smile at:
oh, i almost forgot, donât worry about the project, but you could come to class, iâm starting to fear for your grade again (,,>ďš<,,) (only kidding!)
another biology class and 2 skipped lit classes pass and the weekend was finally brought upon the world. you held the pleasure of assisting jaemin to a party hosted by someone he knew from one of his health classes. it took forever for you to pick out a cute outfit, but opted for a sleeveless shirt and basic jean shorts and a pair of white sneakers you found buried in the back of your small closet. you carefully did your makeup, usually not taking it too far, but this was special, and you needed to feel like a bad bitch tonight.
jaemin showed up an hour later, deciding to walk to the house 4 blocks down, saying he wanted âto get turnt with youâ and that he refused to drink and drive. you agreed, walking sounded better than looking for a driver or someone having to stay sober throughout the night. you exited your building and found jaeminâs car in the lot, he climbed out to greet you and whistled, eyes eating up your form, âdamn, you look hotâ
you smiled bashfully, âthanks jaemin, even nerds can be hot you know?â
he turned to lock his car, âi mean, yes, but like, you always look cute, but this is like the freaky side of you, itâs different⌠itâs niceâ
you cackled, âplease never call me freaky ever again, iâm going to revoke your brain rot privilegesâ
he admitted defeat and dropped the conversation, you both now walked down the sidewalk in perfect silence with the sun now set, surveying the rows of houses in different stages of life in the moon glow. âitâs this oneâ jaemin nudged you, stopping, he pointed to the house on the corner, you nodded and wrapped your arm around his, linking together so you immediately wouldnât get lost in the sea of a potential crowd. he opened the old, green door, and you followed, as expected there was a good amount of people attending and as the night worn on you figured more would pile in.
jaemin turned to you, âdo you wanna go find some drinks?â
âyes, pleaseâ you quickly nodded as he pulled you through the throng of people, trying to find the kitchen.
once you were there, the host of the party seemed to also be there, âjaemin! glad you could make it manâ they dabbed each other up and touched shoulders embracing in a âbro hugâ.
âhell yeah, no way iâd not come for the first party of the semester, i brought my friend along with me!â he pulled you closer to him, now giving you the floor as all attention was pulled towards you, wincing as jaemin jabbed at your side, urging you to get closer to his friend.
âhi, iâm y/nâ you said giving him a genuine smile, holding out your hand.
âoh my, you are gorgeous, and you came with this sleaze bagâ he nodded towards jaemin who just playfully hit his friends shoulder, âiâm donghyuck, but everyone calls me haechan, its a pleasure to meet youâ he softly took a hold of your hand and bent down to give it a little peck, you giggled at the eccentric greeting.
jaemin tore haechan away, âalright, not too much nowâ he joked, âitâs time for shotsâ haechan clapped and guided you both to the kitchen island that was filled with different alcohol, he picked out a clear liquid and poured them into plastic shot cups he grabbed from a neat stack. jaemin lifted up his cup, âfuck pharmacologyâ you snickered at his comment and raised your cup along with haechan who nodded in agreement. on cue, you threw back the cup and shuddered as the sweet nectar burned your throat. âhell yeah! another! at the end of the night i want to be able to forget about fucking blood urea nitrogen and blood glucoseâ haechan laughed and poured another in all 3 cups. after that it was another, and then another, and after about 6 shots you tapped out and opted for a gin and coke that haechan was more than happy to make for you.
more time had passed than you thought as more people flooded the kitchen, wrecking havoc on the choices of liquor, haechan handed you your cup and jaemin motioned for you both to move to the living room. people were dancing, some were playing beer pong off in the corner, and others were chatting on various furniture. âwant to dance a bit?â he whispered in your ear because of the loud music that made the floor vibrate under your seat, you could feel it rattling your brain. giving him a silent nod he grabbed your hand and led you through the crowd, finding a spot and finding the rhythm of the song. you bobbed your head to the beat and moved back and forth with jaemin in front of you, you always thought he was attractive, but you saw him nothing more than a friend, you felt comfortable around him. you nursed your drink slowly, already somewhat tipsy from the shots, you didnât want to get drunk too fast or blackout. jaemin grabbed your free hand and twirled you around, dramatically moved your joined hands with fever. you laughed along with him, indulging him in an embarrassing, yet fun dance that probably made you both look wasted to others.
his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you close much to your surprise, pleasantonâtkissmepleasedonâtkissmepleasedonâtkissme ran rampant in your mind as he leaned towards your ear âdonât look now, but a certain someone is staring at you from across the room, you let out a strangled breath.
âdo you know who it is?â you whispered back.
âjenoâ he mused and your lively spirited fell.
âwhats up? something go down with him?â he pestered.
âum, kinda, its a long storyâ you faltered and jaemin frowned.
âdamn, that serious? his loss, he can look all he wantsâ jaemin wanted to be lighthearted, make you smile again and keep jeno out of your mind. you were grateful as he pulled you into another whimsical dance, the joyful nature of his was infectious.
after a couple more songs had passed, you had downed your whole drink and let go of jaeminâs hand, âiâm gonna go find haechan and have him make me another drink, it was surprisingly superbâ jaemin nodded and said he would stay in the same spot for your return.
you hastily made your way to the kitchen, apologizing to others you had to push through. the small room was almost empty, haechan was nowhere in sight so you looked for a different drink. âhaving fun with jaemin?â a voice boomed from behind you, one that you knew all too well. you slowly turned to find jeno smirking at you, leaning against the fridge adorned in a tight white shirt and ripped jeans, oh fuck this stupid earth, he just had to follow you here looking like that.
âyes i am, actuallyâ you stated matter-of-factly.
his lips twitched up in amusement, âis that so?â he moved in closer, eventually trapping you between him and the liquor table. jenoâs soft brown eyes met yours, searching for something inside, however, his eyes told you everything, hope, they screamed. his hand lifted towards your face, slowly brushed against the skin lighter than a feather, taking a piece of your hair and pushing it behind your ear, âso he wouldnât mind this?â. his eyes fluttered closed as he bowed towards you.
before he could seal the deal, âjenoâ you stopped him.
he sighed, defeated, âjust please talk to me, you said the probability was slim, but not zero, let me explainâ jeno begged, his large hands caressed your cheeks tenderly, they were soft and warm.
you could blame the alcohol as you finally let him speak his case, âfine, we can find somewhere privateâ
he smiled, eyes disappearing in relief. he grabbed your hand, leading upstairs and into an empty room, he closed the door behind him as you took a seat on the bed, âalright, grovel and explainâ you lifted your phone up to check the time âyou have 10 minutesâ
he gave you a smug smile, âthatâs all i need baby, you know i love a challengeâ you rolled your eyes at his attempt to uplift the tension fogging the air. âthat day in the classroom, you obviously didnât stay long enough to hear what i had to say about you, at first i didnât know how to respond being put into that position was hard, you didnât âput me through anythingâ though, i had nothing but fun with you, even if it was frustrating at times. we always figured it out. but when i heard what she said after i wasnât just going to allow it, i said âyeah i guess one could say thatâ because these people literally do not know you like i do, i finished with âbut everything about that is completely untrue, they are willing to learn, but it's just taking longer than some of us who take a bunch of english and literature classes. if you got to actually know her youâd see how bright they actually are. a literal math genius and a real mastermind of science, could answer any question from the top of their head, itâs insane. so while we are strong in this subject, they are just stronger in other fieldsâ he explained, watching you intently. you wiggled under his gaze, making you feel same, but itched for him to go on, âi then told her that she should not speak on things she knows nothing about and left because i will not associate myself with someone who talks like that about people i care aboutâ he emphasized the last words carefully, grabbing hold of your hand and lifting you from the bed, ây/n, iâm so sorry, it was never my intention to hurt you, ever. i care about you so deeply, you show up in every romance novel i read, every poem i skim, the stories i write⌠itâs all youâ jeno gazed down at you, his eyes now searching for an answer, hope, and panic could only be found in his as you studied his features in the warm glow of the moon peaking through the window.
âyou really said that? you defended me?â you questioned him quietly.
âyes y/n, i would never let anyone hurt you, even if you arenât in the room, because in that case, they hurt me tooâ
you hummed, the haze of your brain clouded any judgment you held, he was something different, the greatest math problem that needed to be solved. âthank you jeno, i guess itâs now my turn to apologizeâ
he chuckled at you, âno need babyâ you laughed softly, ânow, can we pick up where we left off? you know, someone once told me that pride and prejudice wasnât written in a dayâ he wagged his eyebrows at you, moving you into an embrace as he kissed the top of your head. you held on tightly, holding him as you buried your face into his chest swallowing his scent so you could save it for later.
the hug ended, but he still held you close in his arms, âi guess i could pick up another chapter or twoâ he laughed at your poor pun and drooped down, so his lips could meet yours. it was messier than the first kissed you shared with him, wet and heated as you could taste the soju on his tongue. he moved at a faster pace, devouring you like an animal, jeno walked you towards the bed, you gave in falling down with him, with him climbing on top of you, never breaking away. teeth on teeth echoed throughout the room as you moaned, his hands exploring every part of your body, making your core burn more and more.
jeno dipped down to attack your neck in kisses and sucking at the exposed skin, hands finding a way to his hair and tugging slightly at the intimate feeling of him being closer than ever. âplease, tell me youâre mine, please want meâ he breathed out, the air softly hitting your ear, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. he was desperate, kissing you anywhere he could and waited for you to answer.
ây-yes jeno, iâm yoursâ you choked out, âi want you in every wayâ satisfied with your response he growled and his mouth met yours once more, âp-please touch meâ you begged frantically, needing anything to ease the sensation that pooled in the pits of your stomach.
jeno hummed, fingers brushing up and down your exposed stomach, âwhere baby? use your words, remember what i taught you?â it was your turn to make demands now, wasting no time you grabbed his hand and brought it down between your legs, he cupped your vagina. you groaned, you needed more. jeno grabbed the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down and threw them behind him, the cool air hit your core making you rub your thighs together in order to find little warmth.
he carefully pulled your underwear down, wanting to savor the moment of finally seeing you bare, he gulped, âgod, you have such a pretty pussyâ he took his hand and rubbed the sensitive skin, âso wet. just for me, right? all for me babyâ you cried out at his words. he inserted a finger into your weeping hole, making you gasp out in surprise at the feeling of just one finger filling you up dangerously. as he pushed back and forth your legs trembled, he added another finger and brought his head down to your core, âi bet you taste amazingâ was all he said before he dove in deep, his tongue against your clit as he drank up your juices and sucked on the flesh.
âf-fuckâ you mewled, grabbed a hold of his soft, black hair in order to keep you grounded, with every thrust he made as he fucked with his mouth you tugged on his hair, pulling when you would feel the band about to snap, jeno groaned, loving the way youâd use him for stability.
he stopped and removed his face, you whined from the loss of contact as his fingers also found their way outside of you, he smiled âdonât worry, my pretty baby, iâll take care of youâ. he threw off his shirt nearly getting drunker with the way you were taking him in, he loved being adored by you, in such a calculated way that made sense in every story. you followed suit and removed your top and bra, baring naked in front of him and laid back on the bed as he admired you from afar, âyouâre so beautifulâ he breathed, discarding his pants and underwear he crawled back on top of you, whispering sweet nothing's as he peppered your collarbone and breasts with kisses.
âare you sure you want this? it might hurt a little at first, but i promise iâll go slow until you tell me otherwiseâ he towered over you.
your glassy eyes met his in reassurance, âyes, jeno i want thisâ you confirmed everything for him. he quickly lined up his cock with your cunt and gently pushed inside, his eyes never leaving yours. your hands grasped around his muscled biceps, digging your nails into them when the pain was strong. once he bottomed out he stopped to let you get used to his size, you shared sensual kisses and sweet touches, jeno doing everything in his power to make you feel loved and safe at that moment going forward, thatâs all he ever wanted to do. for weeks, he had been beating himself up for taking the teasing comments way too far at times, poking fun at something you were obviously insecure about, but you did the same, he figured it was kind of the thing you two had. in reality, he wanted to push you to do better, making comments like that so youâd work harder and prove everyone wrong. no one could work with you better than him, so he had gone out of his way to ask the pressor to pair you up on the project, also making the forced proximity making you talk to him after you stopped answering his calls and messages. he should have gone a better way about motivating you, but now that he had your forgiveness, he could work on better strategies.
âjeno, you can move nowâ you rasped out, still holding on his arms like an anchor with a boat. he pulled out and pushed back in, taking it slow as you moaned at the feeling of him filling you up to the brim, jeno picked up the pace, setting a steady rhythm as skin clapping together filled the room, âoh fuck, just like thatâ your chest heaving up and down.
he slammed into with vigor, bitting your bottom lip as you opened your mouth to let out a breathless moan, âyeah? you like that? fuck, youâre so tight, literally sucking me in, i never want to leave this pretty fucking pussyâ he husked, he licked your lips and kissed your jaw as he grunted, setting a faster pace, making you cry out in pleasure. he grabbed your legs and opened them wider, giving him better access to go deeper into your abused cunt. you cried as the flame in your belly raged with a thousand fires, âkeep your eyes on me babyâ jeno demanded, automatically making you swallow as you moved your eyes to meet his, blown out pupils filled with lust as your vision of him became blurry as blissful tears threaten to fall with every snap on his hips digging into you. youâve had flings and hook-ups before, but nothing as profound as this, the eye contact, togetherness of him never backing too far away from your hold, you were being wholly consumed by jeno. everything right down to your core, he was all you could feel, taste, see, and think about.
âo-oh my godâ you sobbed, hips jerking up at the feeling of the ripples burning through you, the coil in your stomach tightening, craving to break open, âm gonna cumâ you clenched around him, making jeno hiss above you at the feeling of tightness around his throbbing dick.
âgo on baby, cum for me,â he whimpered as the feeling for him also grew intense, the way your cunt hugged his dick was making his mind spin. jeno mumbled incoherently âiâm so close baby, let go, you can let go, i got youâ from his words and the way he pounded into you made you snap, legs trembling as liquid gushed from your core and past his cock and dripped onto the sheets. light-headed and dizzy you cried out for jeno as your orgasm burst over you.
you clenched again, feeling overwhelmed by the euphoric feeling, âoh, fuckâ jeno cursed as he stilled inside of you, painting your insides with his seed, he groaned at the sensation of finally filling you up and properly claiming you as his and his alone. he stayed there for a couple of minutes inside of you. savoring the static of the overstimulation and pleasure of release. you winced as the hot liquid poured out of you when he pulled out, the emptiness of it all. jeno watched as his cum slide down your hole and onto the sheet, he scooped up the remaining liquid that rushed out of you and shoved it back into your clit with two fingers, making you cry at the sensitivity. âfuck that was⌠one of the best experiences of my lifeâ he caught his breath and plopped down facing you, he gently caressed your chin, bringing your head to his as he softly left kisses on your lips, âlet me get you cleaned up babyâ
âm tiredâ you whispered, barely able to keep your eyes open.
âi know, but let me take care of you and get you dressed, i know theres extra clothes somewhere around hereâ he started rummaging around the wardrobes, digging into them in order to find anything adequate. âaha!â he put on a clean pair of underwear and sweats, âiâll be right back babyâ he left the room and came back after for what felt like an eternity with a warm wash cloth and clean clothes, âthese are markâs girlfriends pjâs iâm sure she wonât mind,â he hummed, wiping you clean, and dressing you in the soft, clean clothes. he picked you up so he could throw the covers back, tucking you in with a kiss on the nose, âyouâre so cuteâ
you lazily smiled at him, settling into the sheets as you clung onto his warm frame, âwhoâs room is this by the way?â you whispered as jeno shut his eyes.
âmarkâs. doesnât matter. youâre my girlfriend now right?â he leaned his head on yours.
âmmm girlfriend yes. mark who?â words fell from your mouth as you yawned, sleeping coming to find you soon.
âmark, shark.â he dismissed you, âjust be ready for a stern talk when we wake up from the man himself.â he kissed your head as you drifted off to sleep, the morning was the least of your worries now, you finally figured out the solution, the obvious answer being: jeno.




