summary: you have a nightmare and jeno is there to stay by your side.
tw: a little horror (?) idk its a nightmare abt the circus.
lil note: its been a while since i wrote a fic :(( i was bored so here ya go! mean ass dumblr decided to delete the fic while i was writing the ending so i got rlly pissed lmao. anyways, hope you enjoy!
coming to the circus was a bad idea. a terrible idea. the moment you take your eyes off of the monkey on the high ropes, a clown is lunging at the audience and a man juggling bowling pins starts throwing the pins your way. frantically, you search the area to find your boyfriend, only to find that everyone around you has a creepy grin on their faces, reaching from one ear to another. you run to the entrance only to see eternal darkness surrounding it. this is it. this was the end of everything. you brace yourself for the towering clown and the heavy bowling pins flying your way. the pins went straight for your face and-
"hey, you okay?"
you feel a warm hand shaking your body ever so lightly. you sit up in your bed to see your boyfriend jeno, looking into your eyes with worry and fear.
"yea, just a bad dream"
jeno takes your hand into his and holds it dearly as you two embrace the silence of the midnight hour. you notice he starts rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand, it was one of your favorite ways of showing love.
"c'mere"
he opens his arms, inviting you for a hug. you lean in and feel him engulfing your frightened body, his warmth seeping in little by little. jeno holds you softly, as though not to break your fragile state, and this pushes you slowly, back into the depths of your more pleasant dreams. he smiles when he feels your hold on him loosen, and tries so hard to hold back his giggles when he feels your soft breath breezing past his neck.
ZHONG CHENLE has a side smirk whenever he is checking you out, it automatically graces his expression. he side smirks, whether he knows it or not, in display of his pride in you and that makes your toes curl.
ZHONG CHENLE verbally appreciates everything little thing you do for him. it's nothing big but he thinks that saying it really makes a difference because you can't often see it on his face that he is truly grateful for you.
ZHONG CHENLE holds onto his belt subtly for some sort of support and you think that's just hot. like a cowboy stance but he is so tiny and adorable, it's hot when he just waits for you like that. you don't think he realizes that he does that.
ZHONG CHENLE has a habit of drawing circles on your palm. whenever he is lost in thought, you can find him just holding your hand and comforting you for no real reason. it speaks to how much he wants comfort for you even if you don't display anything negative.
ZHONG CHENLE loves having you sit in between his legs, ever since he met he finds himself sitting on the floor more and more just to get the chance to cuddle you from behind. you love the way he looks up at you waiting for you to sit with the most expectant expression ever.
HUANG RENJUN always carries around your favourite snacks on him. he doesn't know when it began but whenever you need a pick-me-up sugar fix, he gotchu
HUANG RENJUN has a section of notes in his phone dedicated to you. things you like, poems that remind him of you, songs to put in playlists for you, things he thinks you'll like. it just shows how much he thinks about when you aren't there.
HAUNG RENJUN intertwines his pinky with yours because he is too shy to hold your hand completely but wants to hold hands anyways. no matter how long you've been togther, he still feels like his heart will spill when you wrap your entire hand in his.
HAUNG RENJUN rolls his eyes with a scoff whenever someone looks your way because he knows you're hot and the audacity they have to look at you. anger issues aside, you love it when he is obviously ticked off when someone checks you out.
HAUNG RENJUN only wears colognes he knows will get a reaction from you. while he does like smelling nice generally, if he knows you like the scent of a certain perfume, oh boy will he wear it just to get your attention.
synopsis — you were sick and tired of being the only one without a significant other in your friend group and you decide to hike up to the wishing well, throw a coin and ask the heavens to send you someone
yunn's rambling. repost ahead! i really love this ya'll i am so glad so many of ya'll liked the original post ;-;
The annoyance bubbles up in you, everywhere you turn a couple was snogging each other in front of your salad, you feel a burning sensation in your chest as you blinker at the three couples in front of you and spring up from your chair with a loud sigh, “I am taking my leave,” you said pointedly giving each of them a tight-lipped smile with a nod of your head as you turn sharply to exit the school’s cafeteria.
The loving gaze, consideration, hand-holding, kissing and mindless laughing at whatever they said to each other, you wanted all of that but you had no one you liked or even remotely thought was cute and you honestly blamed that on your friends. You spent every waking moment with them and haven’t met or seen anyone other than them and the people they hang out with, groaning internally, that was your fault, you know.
It was jealousy, the horrid green monster that lurks in the back of your chest and it only grew with each day where you were the only one without a lover to flaunt in front of your friends. You know they don’t mean to make you feel this way and it was only time being young, dumb and in love, while you were being grossed out and left out from that feeling, you also wanted what they had.
That is how you find yourself twirling your finger at the hem of your shirt, heart buzzing, at the entrance of a hiking trail, leading up to a little wooden rest place where you can most of the town and the skies that light up during the night.
It is said that a few steps away from the fourth bench in the hiking trail, there is a well that grants wishes instantaneously, according to the locals. It was rumoured that a couple got married soon after wishing on it, the only Michelin star restaurant in your town got their star after wishing on it and that your mother scored your father after wishing on it — it had potential and you decide are going to trust it too.
“God, it looks like it’ll rain though,” you sigh, fanning your face and mentally firming your heart to go all the way.
You never liked physical activities, hiking sounds like a tedious job and you didn’t have the energy or determination to have ever tried, you almost regret coming this far as you take a sure step forward and enter the hike’s path.
It was a workday evening and there aren’t many people on the trail, you stalk and heave your legs angrily pushing yourself up the slope already worn out but you had yet to reach the first bench of the hiking trail. From behind you, you hear loud panting and a teasing voice, “Come on, you can’t be tired already,” you could hear the smile in his voice, curious to turn round to see who it was.
“Jeno-ya, you go ahead, I’ll catch up,” another voice replied, his voice utterly worn and he had hard breathing, you sigh to yourself and shake your head. You had to go your own way and couldn’t be distracted by others, groaning you began dragging yourself up again. And soon enough, your eyes settle on the first bench and you see your first inkling of hope, it wouldn’t be long before you’d reach the third bench and you see the boy from earlier, literally stabbing his feet and walking past you with his bike in tow, the other boy still not beside him.
He wore a fitted sports shirt, the one with breathing pores and his pants were matching, two helmets hanging off his arm and he was wearing elbow and knee pads. You could say he was serious about biking, then you remember the talk that went on about how hard it was to hike-a-bike and what, intriguing you and you find yourself walking behind a distance behind him, you remember his name; Jeno, as the other boy had called him, it was a cute name, short but memorable.
Flitting your eyes to your surroundings, you take in the rocky terrain, barely grown maple trees and shrubs with pinkish, brown flowers. There wasn’t a scent in the air, except maybe dust and a rocky itch, the sound of the river nearby began invading your auditory sense, you had almost forgotten there was a river. The trail was beautiful, shades of red, brown, dark green and variant of greys, you could totally understand why anyone found it relaxing to hike but you really wouldn’t do this again, your eyes catching the skies turning restless and dull.
You figure that hikers probably check the weather and whatnot before doing so, especially with a bike as the boy who was in front of you catches your attention again, you wonder if he was going to alright if it pours before he is down the trail, and he has stopped walking, his hands on his hips and squinting his eyes to look past you, he was waiting for his friend, a heavy sigh escaping his pink lips as he drops to the floor, squatting.
Blinkering, you speed up and walk past him to seem like you weren’t following him and you nod in his direction in greeting, jogging a good mile away before slowing down and taking a breath. You were close to your wishing well, you could say when you saw the fourth bench and hear the drizzling water nearby. The well was not actually a well but a resting spot for the water that falls before they flow downwards through little cracks. It was called a well by the locals but it wasn’t, everyone knows.
You never believe in superstitious rumours and local legends, you find that no matter how much you believe in them, they never work. Not wishing on a shooting star, avoiding black cats or even the fact you were alive after having opened an umbrella under a roof. Somehow, you always try it out though, before completely losing faith in the little things meant to bring fortune or misery, you always try it before losing faith. That might be the only reason you were on this trail because you have yet to try the wishing well that seems to have people believe in it.
Looking down at the reflection of the sky, you are sure it would rain and you take a deep breath, ‘let’s make a wish fast, if it rains I will die,’ you said internally, closing your eyes, your finger unconsciously finding the hem of your shirt and you see the face you just crossed.
You had yet to take a moment to take in the appearance of the boy, his smiling eyes and playful grin, you could tell he does this often by the way he was so relaxed. His hair sticking to his forehead under the helmet, he must’ve worn his one when you looked away from him, he was built like a person who hits the gym, slime waist and formed shoulders, his slim-fit shirt accentuates his build. You shake your head, the temperature of your cheeks rising and you sigh lightly slapping your hand over your cheek, 'stop checking out random boys! you’re to wish for a boyfriend not sightsee!’ you tell yourself.
Fishing your hand into your back pocket and taking out the cash-turned-coins you got from the convenience store, leaning over the well that gleams with the light reflecting off the water, as well as the coins, you pout suddenly doubting the viability of the well.
It was kind of gross when you take a good look at it, moss growing like crazy and almost green, you didn’t want to trust your love life to something that looked like a sink someone just puked on. Sighing heavily, you nod your head and clear your throat.
“Please give me boyfriend in a week or two!”
Jaemin was taking way too long and he couldn’t bear waiting for him anymore, glancing at the sky that rumbles lightly, he knew it might pour if they take too long before reaching the end of the hike. Panting his way up the trail, he feels the sharp drizzle fall on his nose, right over his mole and almost through the hole of the helmet he wore. His bike beginning to lose grip as the mud became moist and he could swear that Jaemin’s loud panting faded away from existence.
Turning back, he sees the girl who was along the trail as him, a little behind him and now at the well he knew to be a genie of sorts, while he did drop once in a while to make a wish or two, he wasn’t sure if they came true because of the well or because he works to achieve them after wishing on it. Jaemin’s wish to make him stop hiking didn’t come true and if that was any proof that the well is bogus but he wouldn’t tell that to anyone who wants to believe. It’s nice to have something to depend on when it seems difficult, even if it is a wishing well.
Pacing himself slowly, taking staggering steps downwards with his eyes on you, wearing clothes that didn’t suit hiking and he feels like he knows your face, your eyes seem familiar and he feels like he could see through your thoughts, you were disgusted by the well (he knew how horrendous it looks, gooey and green like mucus almost)
He knows your face, always with the same people at school and he thinks, you probably didn’t know him since you have never had overlapping classes or remotely any mutual friends while living in a small town; it still feels like a big world, he rarely meets people he doesn’t know. It was nice, the mundane, routine and the excitement of little things feels grand, he likes the way his town was just made of people who crossed each other at one point in their lives, intricately intertwined at the seams that allow his town to be self-contained.
'Oh,' Jeno think, the bottom of his feet feeling moist, sinking subtly into the mud of the trail as he lifts his head to see his head and his eyes fall on you yet again.
He doesn’t know what you were doing, your hands clasped together leaning dangerously over the well full of coins and you suddenly exclaim loudly, “Please give me boyfriend in a week or two!” and he shrieks, losing the balance of his bike, his lungs burning as he speeds down the slope of the hike and then, suddenly, you crash against his bike, under his weight and you hiccup, looking as if you saw a ghost.
His ear rings, a thunderbolt flashing across his eyes and he could see the above of a head, flush against his chest and thud, slamming against his chin, the sound of hiccups, oh how dreadful, pittar-pattar drops of warm rain rolling down his heated cheeks. This is the first time a girl has fallen on him, face front and chest sticking to his, it was surreal, you didn’t move minus the continuing hiccups escaping your lips like interval yelps.
“A girl is on me,” Jeno blurts under his breath, meeting your eyes in an instant.
The thunder jolts your chest, your breath hitches at the top of your lungs, dropping as soon in a split second and you somehow, remember the many instances you suffered alone trying to scare yourself to stop hiccuping. Intaking air infrequently and your head slams up against something, goosebumps rising all over you as your body notes the warmth of rain seeping through your thin clothes and you feel the pulse of a human being under your hands, on your stomach and your tights, “oh fu—urkp!—ck,” you hiccup.
His eyes were wide, “Jeno,” you whisper, your throat feeling heavy, your heated breath falling on the top of his lips and you feel the way his body holds its pulse, his chest heaves heavily holding his breath and his hair sticks to his eyes, water trekking down his sides, your hair decorating his shoulders reminding you of the proximity.
“Y-yeah,” he sighs, blinking unsteadily pulling his eyes from you, “I am Jeno, Lee Jeno from the Advanced class,”
Crawling off him, your wrists stab against the mud and you think, is this the well’s working? A blushing boy appears under you, under the rain and you scream, your hands flying to your chest and you feel the blood draining from you, “I am so sorry I didn’t mean to crash into you, s-sorry,” Jeno quickly stands, his hand gripping your wrists and pulling you flush against him almost tripping under the muddy trail.
Narrowing your eyes at him, you held your breath, peeking down at your clothes mentally thanking yourself for wearing a darker colour and peeling yourself from him, shuffling in your spot while raking your hair back. The rain was soft, gently rolling down your cheek as you feel his eyes drink you up, bending down to pick up his bike and you spot the huge stain on his back, brown and muddy, it must feel gross.
“Um, your shirt is wet—urkp!—and dirty,” you said weakly after hiccuping mid-sentence, picking at his shirt and cringing your face as you meet his eyes.
“It’s okay, I live nearby,” he smiles, his eyes softening and you feel your heart drop, his smile was so warm and you ask, 'this beautiful smile,’ out loud, “Why have I not seen you before?”
Tilting his head, “I—I don’t know, I have seen you, you take the debate class right after mine,” Jeno said, his lips subtly pouting and you bite your lips preventing yourself from broking into a smile that instead breaks into a hiccup.
“You must be really observant,” you blink, cheerily tying your hands behind you, “You saved me today, let me take you out for payback,” you said nodding, twirling your finger at the hem of your shirt dropping your hair like a curtain while holding the hiccup that was incoming, holding the breath that eventually settles along with the hiccup.
Jeno gaps, his palms pressing themselves against the handles of his bike, he couldn’t ditch his friend who was climbing up the trail for him but he didn’t want to turn down your offer. Your eyes smiling gleefully at him, your body leaning towards him and you look really pretty under the rain, he could only imagine what you would like dolled up for a date. 'it’s not a date!’ Jeno shakes his thought away, clearing his throat.
“Can I raincheck the… payback?” Jeno shyly asks emphasising the word rain while pointing at the rainy clouds flushing at his attempt at a joke and you giggle nodding vigorously, “Phone on you?” you ask, gasping remembering that you didn’t bring yours, raindrops falling naturally onto your agape mouth.
Jeno shakes his head, water scattering gently, “Nope,” he said, popping his p, “I can find you…” he trails, looking away from your excited eyes, your grin widening as you lean farther into his space.
“Do you know where to find me?” you ask, he thinks he can hear the amusement in your voice. You wonder where he has seen you, you thought you knew almost everyone at school since you have been living in the same town for as long as you can remember.
“You sit by the cafeteria’s door, don’t you?” he asks, pushing his hair away from his eyes.
“You do know,” you laugh, leaning against his arm.
“I’ll meet you there,” Jeno quickly said, his eyes gazing past you and you hear the same panting sound from earlier, “My friend is here,”
“He looks worn out,” you comment, admiring the fact he walked all the way up with a bike in the rain.
“So, I will see you… tomorrow?”
“Payback as promised, after school,” you nod, smiling at him.
You didn’t know if it was the rain, the well or maybe your luck, Jeno blushes as you wave at him, carefully walking down the trail as he helps his friend who sat on the edge of the well, breathing heavy.
It was the well, you guess it does grant wishes, faster than you imagined, if not, you hope your accident with Jeno Lee, in the rain with hiccups and bike, would lead to something.
Chemistry class. the worst and most unnecessary class you've ever encountered, had to be the one class you share with your boyfriend Jeno. on the bright side though, the teacher is pretty old and musty, so he only cares about getting the job done, indeed, an unbothered king you must say. so, you text your boyfriend a simple, "chem class is making me nauseous." as soon as he gets the notification, his head shoots up, making eye contact with smiley eyes.
*ping*
"i know bubs, but at least u get decent scores. my last score was a fucking 64."
"thats so good wdym"
*ping*
"says the person thats whining about a 98."
Ugh. You look up at him with frustration only to see his cresent-shaped eyes looking back at you with utmost admiration. your heart melts. no. NO. you're supposed to be annoyed at him. but who can be mad at a tiny fluffball like him?
"WHO TF R U TEXTING BITCH"
donghyuck, your best friend, whispers (read: SHOUTS) from beside you.
"wtf hyuck. u almost broke my eardrums, AND got me killed"
"don't worry he doesn't give a fuck. ANYWAYS tell meeeeeeeee."
"no one."
"plea-"
"NO HYUCK."
donghyuck grunts and turns away with the same look he gave you last week, when you stole his leftover samgyeopsal. his looks could kill.
*ping*
"is hyuck being nosy again"
"is that even a question"
jeno looks up at you again. this time, he's tired of hyuck's tactics. then he suddenly looks down at his darkscreen.
*ping*
"i miss u"
"wdym im right here. sitting two people away from ur ass."
"just say it"
"miss u too"
you roll your eyes at his stubborn text.
*ping*
"i love u <3"
you look up, and you become soft. his eyes glistening with the brightest smile on his face. you flash him a smile too.
"y/l/n, no texting in class."
you avert your eyes to find the one and only chemistry teacher who, according to hyuck, "doesn't give a fuck". shit. you take a breath.
"im terribly sorry sir"
"I don't need an apology, y/n. However, as your punishment, you will read out that text." the class bursted out in ooh's and ahh's. you look at jeno with wide eyes, you didn't expect your relationship to ever be released to other students.
"Well?"
you sigh in defeat. "it says i love you, sir."
great. now everyone's whispering.
"and by whom was it sent?"
now you're fucked.
"lee jeno, sir."
the whole class starts hollering and cheering for you two.
"very well. now, now everyone, the homework will be page 127. class dismissed." as your teacher walked out, he gave you a knowing look and smiled.
maybe chemistry wasn't the worst subject after all.
──𖤐─ PAIRING. XIAOJUN X READER GENRE. MEET CUTE, FLUFF
[ 𝐹𝑅𝐸𝐸 𝐶𝑂𝑈𝑃𝑂𝑁 ] “um, sir, your card has been declined,” the words roll out of the cashier’s lips with ease, blood draining out of his already shivering body, he was late for work and quite literally broke.
dejun could feel the gaze of the person behind him, a small giggle being stifled and the cashier hands him his green card and he sighs, “i don’t have cash on me, do you still take these coupons?” he asks, pulling the old crumbled coupon from at least three months ago.
“i am sorry, sir but these are expired,” his shifty eyes gaze at the cup of caffeine that had his name spelt shiaojun wrong waiting for him. “um, t-then i would like to can,”
“i will pay for the two of us,” you smile handing your card as the man turns to you with wide eyes, his hefty eyebrows knitting together almost fiercely. “one ice americano please,” you said, pushing the man gently aside.
“n-no, you don’t have to!” xiaojun denies, taking your card from the counter and you could tell from his quivering lips that he was confused. “you don’t even know me,” he points and you laugh, watching the barista make your coffee.
“think of me as free coupon, i feel bad watching you like this,” you explain, patting his shoulder as your drink is pushed on the counter towards you and you take your card from him, handing it to the cashier who adds up both your totals.
“i can’t possibly, this is your m-money,” he said, taking his drink from the counter while the cashier hands you your card and receipt.
“if you reallt feel bad, buy me coffee sometime,” you smile, wrinkling your eyes at him and he flushes blinking at you, “give me your number, we can set a date.”
“…a date?” he echoes, turning redder.
“you don’t think i act as a free coupon to just anyone do you?” “-you don’t?”
HUANG RENJUN berets + the act of painting with your fingers. the moment when the sun is almost invisible and the skies turn into a shade of pink that borderlines purple, orange, baby blue and the clouds are at a 50% opacity. the dalmatian hairstyle is officially his, black and white reminds me of him now eternally. the scoff with eyes full of love thing. spicy and sweet flavour.
LEE JENO the cross shaped earrings, musk + earthy scents, people who walk lankly, tucked in shirts with tight black jeans. bundling up. when you breath out in the cold to see your smoke(?). tucking both hands into the front pockets. the winter season in general reminds me of him. a certain type of cottagecore where the plants are greener and the woods are darker. that jim face from the office.
LEE HAECHAN the sun, the fuzzy feeling of the sunlight that hits your skin while the warm breeze of the evening embraces you. little vampire teeth. eye squints. honey, i don’t like honey but honey, the sweet taste i enjoy before i realize um, i don’t like it but still have. scraped knees and black skinny jeans. tapping of the foot. sunsets, the stark red that appears before it’s gone specifically.
NA JAEMIN bubblegum pink clouds and subtle smiles directed at absolutely everything. hawaii shirts. strawberry yogurt ironically. the sound of the kitchen when someone cooks. back hugs and going to bed in a separate sleepwear. the word sexy, i can only hear him. that moment after you sink into your bed after a long day. turtles and the colour green.
LIU YANGYANG crocodiles, cargo patterns and not showering for three days. wide grins that hurt, stomping the ground, metal chains and dabs. the night when the sky is oddly starless yet bright, perhaps its the moon but you can’t find it. yatches(?) and sheepishly blunt comments. adrenaline rush you get from a rap that isn’t just mumbling, head banging. subtle matureness when the situation calls.
OSAKI SHOTARO shy confidence. the smell of newborn babies, which i find weird but. tiktok challenges, the colour red. the moment fresh after it rains. convenience stores, late night deep talks, crying into someone’s shoulder after a rough day, random bursts of happiness. summer street wear, baggy pants with cuffed ends. the smell of johnson’s.
LEE MARK is that dude you noticed running around in the building you went for your job interview. his remarkably boyish charm but the weight of his seeming responsibilities clashed directly with his apparence. you don't get the job but you sometimes linger on the thought of him, hoping he is taking a break bc he looks as if his back would break any day.
HUANG RENJUN is a caricature artist on the sidewalk of a charity campaign. his art catches your attention and you watch him do his customers with a gentle smile and an array of compliments to them. you wanted to have your caricature drawn as well but him sighing after every two-three customer made you not. he is a person you find yourself remembering randomly when the topic is brought up.
LEE JENO is someone you come across during one night out. he and his pretty eye smile immediately sending a flutter in your heart—he sits directly across you in the restaurent and you can kind of hear his conversation, finding him weirdly funny and attentive with his friends. you don't really try to get a number or a name but you definitely think about him for days and berate yourself for losing out on an +A boy.
LEE HAECHAN is the boy you saw messing around with the kids in the playground. you thought he was picking on them but as soon as you walked close enough, you hear the laughter and the boy was immediately making your heart race because damn did he look near perfect under the sun with an aura of mischief. you go home thinking about home and thankful you didn't embarrass yourself.
NA JAEMIN is that boy who was being outrageously bizarre but still, you couldn't peel your eyes off him and you even told your friends to look over at him. you see him and he was in one of the stores, speaking in accents and dialects, repeating words and his smile was entirely the most gentle thing you ever witnessed. he makes you think not all weirdos are just weirdos.
ZHONG CHENLE is a wonder boy your parents introduce to you in one event. everyone praising his achievements and you can see why and understand his appeal. his silly smile, positive aura and whole down-to-earthy personality wins you over in a snap of the fingers. even though you only met him once, if someone trash talked him you would totally stand up for it.
PARK JISUNG is that boy who entered your crocheting club for fishing clubs and never returned afterwards. his clumsy handwork and utterly newborn-like curiosity stirs in you a curiosity about him though it never gets satisfied. you do search for him once in a while but you never do get the chance to meeting him because the boy is a jumper and a quick one at that.
