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room(hate) | L.JN (M) — PREVIEW

SYNOPSIS: All you needed was sleep after your long shifts at the hospital, but even that was considered a luxury in these trying times. A luxury blatantly stolen by your recently acquired roommate, Jeno Lee, who seemed to have an endless line of bodies to fuck, preventing you from getting at least an hour shut eye. It was annoying. It was disrupting and you seriously hoped to whatever higher being was out there that Jeno's dick falls off one day.

GENRE: roommate au, non-idol au, unrequited hate, roommates with benefits, fluff, comedy, crack treated seriously, pwp, smut (MDNI!)

WARNINGS: fem!reader, crude language and humor, sexually suggestive themes.

WORD COUNT: estimated 15K-20K (preview is 1.2K)

RELEASE DATE: February or early March

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NOTE: uh this was sort of an excuse to write a specific Jeno in mind (see banner) the dark blue hair and undercut changed the trajectory of my life (REAL).

“Huh,” he breathed out, “didn’t know Jeno got bitches that often.”

“Mark.”

Mark immediately backtracked at the edge to your voice. “Uh, I mean—“ he cleared his throat, “fuck Jeno. I hope his dick, like, falls off.”

The beseeching shine in his eyes for your approval would have been something to laugh at if it weren’t for the anger taking full reign of the receptors responsible for regulating your emotions, not letting it process anything but the bottled up frustration from weeks of enduring the extra noises accompanying most of your nights.

So much for creating a harmonious home life with a Taurus man.

“You’re kinda more pissed off than usual.”

“Yeah? Hadn’t noticed,” you said dryly.

“Dude, c’mon. Y’know what I mean,” Mark giggled, reaching out to pinch your cheek. You swat his hand away with a whine when he tried to go for the other. “Sorry, sorry—just—I feel like he did more if you—“ he made a vague gesture to the air in front of you, “—are this upset.”

“I think keeping me up with horrendously loud sex takes the cake.”

“M’dunno. You lost your fuckin’ marbles when I ate your food that one time.” He shuddered, knowing fully well how touchy you were with the prepped meals you slaved for hours every Saturday.

Being this far into your career, cooking was almost like a chore since you barely had any down time to cook actual meals that required significant amounts of time and patience. You could even say that it was more appropriate to call it luxury almost as most of your time was dedicated to the hospital—to your patients whose lives were also in your hands, and pre-made food was the only solution to fit three-meals-a-day into your demanding schedule.

The long-lasting effects of when he, out of sheer desperation, snatched your jar of banana chia pudding still lingered when he always made it a point to ask if he could have one bite, or a quick sip after the rather traumatizing verbal lashing you’ve subjected him to.

You shook your head. “No. Jeno knows not to do that at least.”

It’s the one thing you had stressed right when you had Jeno settle in. Not that he minded, sans the obligatory head tilt when he didn’t quite get it until your further explanation; he even offered to help with the meal-prep which kind of—for a short moment—made you feel a little guilty thinking back to the conversation (puppy eyes, full lips jutted out into a thoughtful pout. More puppy eyes and Jeno’s weird, trademarked noises of confusion) until you were violently reminded of his fuckery.

Perhaps the whole golden retriever-like temperament and attentiveness balanced out his newly discovered predilection for whoring himself out.

Mark heaved a sigh as if he was the one with a 24/7 sex noise problem. “Then what could be worse than Jeno boning some random chick?”

You gave him a grim smile.

The thing was, it wasn’t always like this.

You were no stranger to peace as you did get a generous taste of it with Jeno thrown into the mix. A peaceful coexistence between a surgical nurse and some tech guy.

A routine had been built around having different work hours where you were mostly gone from morning to evening when you weren’t on-call, while Jeno was more often than not stationary since he had the choice to either work from home on his elaborate PC set-up, or in the office he’d drive to when needed.

It was relatively normal. Jeno was neat and kept to himself most of the time, did his set of chores listed on the mini whiteboard stuck to the fridge and generally acted what one would expect from a proper roommate who was here to make a home with you.

It had been normal. It had been peaceful, until it wasn’t and what made this whole thing exponentially worse was that the last girl Jeno had brought home wasn't just some random chick that had fallen victim to Jeno’s charms.

It was Jimin Yu, your work best friend and the only other person who knew of your sleeping problem that was caused by the root of said problem who might as well have been sent to you as a divine punishment of some kind. Which was kind of funny to think about knowing Mark, his faith and him technically being the catalyst of it all, but you digressed.

Jimin Yu. Another capable woman lost to some fucking loser (see: Jeno). Again. This was literally a slow burn epidemic happening in real life, and yet no one else seemed to be alarmed by it.

How you came to find out that it was your best friend getting her back blown out six ways to fucking Sunday right before a full day of two operations waiting for you to scrub and assist in was from pure, accidental intuition alone.

And anger. 

Especially anger.

It was a rule you strictly followed: do not leave your room until you were sure the chosen girl from Jeno’s seemingly never-ending roster was gone. Saving both you and the poor girl from the embarrassment was the least you could do when you yourself would rather avoid any risks of running into anyone in someone else’s home right after a hook-up.

And, well, there was a reason why the saying ‘rules are meant to be broken’ was popularized, because you broke that one simple rule that kept your insanity intact.

Two hours left before your shift starts and you were more husk than person from the lack of sleep, all rationale completely consumed by anger that seemed to be the only thing that kept you going—and consequently what led you to shoot out of bed once the telltale sounds of Jeno’s door clicking open, followed by the hurried footsteps reached your ears.

“You motherfucker.”

This was the ultimate act of betrayal.

“It’s—It’s not what it looks like!” Was Jimin’s immediate defense right when the thunderous expression twisting your face grew more and more clear the closer you got to them with what were essentially stomps of your feet, but her words didn’t exactly help her case when:

There were obvious splashes of reds, blues and purples marking her slender neck.

Her hair was a downright mess, and you knew Jimin to harbor some sort of complex for her long luscious locks, so this was new—her not bothering to comb it out, obviously in a rush to leave.

There was a slight limp in her step which just said everything.

And lastly, the damning fact that you caught Jeno sneaking Jimin out of the fucking apartment, clearly expecting to not run into you.

“Ah-ah. No,” you interrupted before she could even start groveling. “I’ll deal with you later. Get out.”

Jimin’s shoulders sagged, big wet eyes staring into your very soul and it took you a Herculean amount of strength to keep your gaze ahead and not break under her stare; to keep your gaze set on Jeno who, unlike Jimin, appeared rather contrary to her obvious distress as he stood underneath the awning in only—goodness—only a pair of athletic shorts where you could definitely make out a hefty looking dick-print, completely at ease and infuriatingly handsome despite the disheveled state he was in; matching bruises smattering the milky skin of his neck and down his chest, scratches on his arms, shoulders and back and his hair an artful mess atop his head. 

You wanted to scream.

TAGLIST: @jaylaxies @hoondrop @sliceofajayke @justalildumpling @dammit-jjk @learnthisfeeling @90s-belladonna

WONWOO & JEONGHAN DICON 4-Cut Film

☆ of love and light: teaser.

synopsis tiptoeing the line between love and friendship is always hard; but you love jaemin and jaemin loves you, you just don't know it yet.

pairing na jaemin x fem!reader

genre fluff, slight angst, university!au, best friends to lovers

featuring nct dream, aespa

release date early to mid january

➸ notes happy holidays! posting this to mark the end of my ed treatment <3 i've been working on this for a while. not sure how long it's gonna be but here's a little snippet of my upcoming jaemin oneshot

It hits you; you shatter like a glass house, immediately, as fast as possible, and all at once. You do not fall for Jaemin piece by piece. This love is not gradual. It hits you like a brick wall, its impact leaving you stumbling backwards and looking for anything to ground you.

Instead, all you feel is an ache in your head and the pulsing of blood in your ears. Your heart feels like it will not stop, not even for a second, as long as Jaemin's looking at you like this. He is bright eyed and bushy-tailed, everything good in the world. He is pancake breakfasts and fresh squeezed orange juice in the morning. He's an afternoon nap; one that is dreamless, one that doesn't leave you groggy once you wake, and one that is just right. He's kisses on your eyelids when you want to sleep, but need to stay up doing a reading.

Jaemin is love.

And it hits you where it hurts, because you know he may never feel the same way.

THIS is my typa coquette

(it’s nice) to have a friend | series

SYNOPSIS. Best friends since childhood just don’t become lovers overnight. Sometimes, there are speed bumps along the way. One is that you are secretly in love with Jeno who is smitten with someone else, more specifically, your pretty roommate. And the other is that he asked you to be his fake girlfriend in order to gain your roommate’s attention. No other sane person would say yes to a situation like this but then again, you weren’t sane, to begin with. In situations like this, you wonder how much of a fool you were with going through this plan. In situations like this, Lee Jeno thinks it’s quite nice to have a friend like you. 

PAIRING. best friend!Lee Jeno x female!reader GENRE. College!AU | Fake Dating!AU | Childhood Friends-to-Lovers!AU | Idiots-to-Lovers!AU | Slight Angst | Fluff WARNINGS FOR SERIES. food and drink (non-alcoholic) consumption, profanities (to be updated along with chapters!), Taylor Swift references 

one. heartbreak prince

two. you are in love

three. cruel summer

four. how you get the girl

TAGLIST. @keemburley @johtenrecs @emmybyeakitty @sokkigarden @bat-shark-repellant @suhnnyskiess @shiningjaehyun @taeyongslilkitty @ferxanda @neowritingsnet @czennienet @ppangjae @infnteen​ @moonchele​

AUTHOR’S NOTE. Tadah! A surprise drop! This is a rewrite of my Jeno timestamp series. New and improved and obviously inspired by Taylor Swift <3 

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