[11:46 Am]

[11:46 am]

usually when your boyfriend, jeno, is over at your apartment, he isn’t this shy. yet here he stands, eyes averted as he holds out a box of pepero to you. “so i got you this... um, happy pepero day.” his gaze flickers to you momentarily before finding the floor again, as he’s too embarrassed to look at you.

it’s rare moments like these when jeno gets flustered, when he’s being cheesy yet sincere, that make you smile, and you take the package from his outstretched hand. “aw, thanks jen.”

at the top of the green box there’s a small note written in messy handwriting:

i like you or whatever <3 jeno

you resist the urge to roll your eyes but smile. “endearing. i like you or whatever, too.” you tear open the crinkly plastic and pull out a chocolate-covered stick for yourself as your boyfriend places his shoes down neatly by the door.

the two of you split the box, at last coming down to one left. odd number, huh? you hold it out to jeno. “you want it?”

he looks up, seeing the pepero you’re holding. “sure?”

immediately, you place one end of the stick in your mouth, holding the other side between two fingers.

“come and get it.”

“you —” he sighs, a smile playing on his lips. “you really have to do this to me, don’t you?”

“i’m giving you half the stick! or i can just be boring and snap it in half, if you’re too scared...”

there it is. the s word that makes jeno’s competitive spirit emerge. he sits down on the couch, lifting your chin up with two fingers. his eyes never leave yours, and you can’t help the tips of your ears from turning red. unfortunately for you, jeno lee knows exactly how to make you flustered.

he finds the opposite side of the stick and nibbles at the end, the one that isn’t covered in chocolate until maybe an inch or two down. you, on the other hand — you’re trying to focus on your breathing. you try not to think about his gaze, instead forcing yourself to wonder if you’ll make it to the middle first.

and then without warning, jeno takes a huge bite out of the stick, breaking it off at the part just before your lips. he eats it quickly, smirking when he sees your shocked expression. “you can have the rest,” he says. “i’m good.”

“hey!” you throw the box at him, and it bounces harmlessly off his chest. “we were supposed to share!”

“we did, didn’t we?”

“you know what i meant.”

jeno laughs and pokes your shoulder. “someone’s a sore loser —”

“well, someone didn’t play fair!”

“hey, you gave me the side without chocolate! maybe if i had your end then i would have let you eat more...”

you make a small “hmph” noise in partial annoyance (jeno has to stop himself from screaming, and his eyes turn into little crescents). “i’m going to the convenience store,” you finally say, getting up and making your way to the front door. “you coming?”

jeno watches you slip on your jacket with a small smile on his face. “why?”

“so we can do the pepero challenge right this time, coward.”

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water glass | h.rj.

pairing: renjun x reader

genre: restaurant au, college au, angst, fluff, waiter!renjun

word count: 5,746

warnings: mentions of date drugs (not renjun), suggestive intentions (also not renjun)

summary: a dinner date gone wrong… or, if you look at it another way, a dinner date that almost got you in a terrible situation. almost.

a/n: not sure i really like the prompt of the way this date goes wrong, but renjun as a waiter? yes, always yes, 1000 times yes (also yikes the editing on the title in the picture rip XD) (also this is a repost because tags weren’t working the first time i posted this, i’m not sure why hjhdfjgfd)

Ever since you had laid eyes on Shin Youngjin, you’ve been harboring the largest crush on him. He was perfect — his voice had a comforting effect on people, his intelligence was said to be as sharp as his jawline, and every time he ran a hand through his hair, you felt yourself melt.

Unfortunately, you had been told by many individuals that Youngjin didn’t date — in fact, no one had ever seen him on campus with a girl longer than “was necessary”, which you took to interpret as “conversation made for class purposes only”.

But fortunately for you… he had seemed to make an exception.

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❝and we start from here… our home.❞

[12:32 am]

your phone pings as you receive a new text message.

[lele 🐬]: hypothetically, if i were to show up at your house with ice cream, what would you say

you shake your head and smile, kicking your legs over the bed to sit up straight while you type back a response.

[(name) 💕]: don’t tell me you drove ALL THE WAY HERE

[lele 🐬]: i said HYPOTHETICALLY

[(name) 💕]: hhhhhhh

[lele 🐬]: and you still haven’t answered my question

[(name) 💕]: hmm

[(name) 💕]: well first i would glare at you because you should be asleep

[lele 🐬]: :(

[(name) 💕]: and second i would yell at you for driving all the way here

[lele 🐬]: :((

[(name) 💕]: but third i would hug you and tell you to come in because it’s cold outside

[lele 🐬]: :D

[(name) 💕]: hypothetically of course

[(name) 💕]: why do you ask

as if on cue, the doorbell rings. you click your phone off and run to the front door, knowing who will be on the other side.

boyfriend!chenle stands a few feet away, his signature grin visible under the lights on your doorstep.

“surprise!” he says, holding up a plastic bag that has something with a definitive shape inside.

“is today some sort of special day?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as your lips quirk up in a smile.

“it’s wednesday,” he adds optimistically, and he shrugs as if to say, that’s it.

“what’s in there?” your gaze moves to the plastic bag, the straps now twisting around his fingers.

“oh, i got some stuff for us!” chenle stands where he is, and you start to reach for the bag but he pulls his arm back at the last second. “ah-ah. nope.”

you drop your outstretched hand to your side, giving him a look that reads, seriously?

“you gotta pay me,” he says in a sing-song voice. “pay first and then i’ll give it to you.”

“is inviting you into my house not enough?”

“no.” he then turns his head to the side, light reflecting off of the apples of his cheeks as he smiles. “i only accept payment in the form of kisses.”

standing on your tiptoes on the spiky welcome mat, you hold his shoulders to balance as you lean in to press a kiss to his cheek. chenle, however, quickly turns his head and finds your lips with his, humming as he notices that you’re wearing the cherry lip balm he got you for your birthday.

“lele — !” you pull away and peck his face, just above the dimples that are on full display. “i thought you meant on the cheek!”

“well, i never specified what kind of kiss.” he takes off his shoes before entering your house, and you don’t miss his smug expression as he steps inside.

you smile. of course it wouldn’t be that simple.

chenle walks in and sets the bag on your counter, pretending to be shocked when you ask about it again. “oh, you want me to open it? you’re gonna have to give me a couple more kisses, then.”

you sigh, impatient but amused. “how many?”

“three.”

“where?”

“hmm...” he then taps his nose. “i want one here.” he taps his cheek. “and one here. and one —” he places his finger just shy of the corner of his lips — “right here.” he raises an eyebrow at you, daring you to accept the challenge.

you roll your eyes but comply, holding his head in your hands as you kiss his nose, his cheek, and finally the corner of his —

chenle’s arms wrap around your waist to pull you closer as you knowingly fall for his trap. he ignores your red-flushed face, and he doesn’t need to see your ears to know that they’re already burning from your second kiss of the night. this one lasts longer than the first, possibly because it didn’t take you by surprise.

you laugh when he steps back, pretending to complain that he made you miss the final spot, and an unapologetic smirk crosses his face.

“whoops,” he says, his voice void of any regret. “my bad.“

“you know,” you say, “if you wanted to come over you could have just asked. you didn’t need to get anything.”

“mmhm.“

“so how come you bought ice cream at midnight?“

“huh?” he stares at you, confused.

“... why did you buy a carton of ice cream?”

“what? i didn’t buy a carton of ice cream.” you look at him quizzically and he continues. “i bought —” he pulls the sides of the plastic bag down to reveal its contents — “two cartons of ice cream.”

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