If I Lose My Mind

if I lose my mind

dream sorter haechan x dreamer fem reader

genre: fantasy/tim burton-esque??, romance, smut, angst!!, fluffy moments

warnings: nightmare content (tame), strong language, explicit sexual content [oral f, fingering, mutual masturbation, spit, cum play, dirty talk, manhandling, overstimulation, biting, hickey m]

other characters: taeyong and doyoung as yn’s friends; mark, chenle and taeil as haechan’s friends, jisung

words: 14.5k

you’ve never cared much for your dreams. they were always confusing nonsense you forgot in the morning. this until you started to have the same dream again and again and again: a lobby, pleasant elevator music in the background, many golden doors, a handsome young man welcoming you and asking where you wanted to go that night. his name was haechan and apparently you weren’t supposed to know that, let alone fall in love with him. 

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smashing the six | nct series (M)

there’s a notorious tradition at nct university - hookup with a player from each of the six athletic programs. bonus points awarded if you get any of them to fall in love with you. but don’t forget about neonet, nctu’s infamous social media app, where rumors get passed around like candy and no one is safe from having their business aired out for all to see.

notes: do not read if you are uncomfortable with rated scenarios. this series is for adults only. each chapter contains strong language, alcohol or marijuana use, and explicit sexual content.

disclaimer: the members are just my muses. I don’t know any of them personally and would never say that they would actually act or behave in the ways portrayed in this story.

⚾ the short stop; jeno.

stats: #23; freshman; engineering major

neonet says: given that he’s new to the area and has yet to make friends, this mystery boy seems to spend most of his time either in class or practicing on the field, but he is always on his phone.

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⚽ the center forward; yuta.

stats: #10; senior; kinesiology major

neonet says: rarely will you find this grade A fuck boy in class, but you are almost always guaranteed to find him vaping behind the library or hooking up with a cheerleader in the locker room.

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🏐 the middle blocker; johnny.

stats: #00; senior; business major

neonet says: fresh off a very bitter breakup from a long-term relationship, you will probably find this lover boy blowing off frustration in the gym or chatting up girls at the plaza, looking for a rebound.

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🏒 the left wing; mark.

stats: #02; sophomore; journalism major

neonet says: the mama’s boy can always be found in his natural habitat, doing exactly what he’s supposed to do and never stepping out of line, but he will follow the girl he loves into danger without hesitation.

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🏈 the tight end; jaehyun.

stats: #14; junior; education major

neonet says: the golden boy is typically found in his dorm room, listening to melodramatic music and getting buzzed off wine, but occasionally he comes out of hibernation to let loose like everyone else.

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🏀 the point guard; haechan.

stats: #66; freshman; psychology major

neonet says: this pain in the ass can usually be found hanging around the food court, because his two favorite things in life are spicy rice cakes and being up in everybody’s business.

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my minecraft boyfriend: social media au

pairing: park jisung x fem!reader (ft. the dreamies, park sunghoon, shin yuna, and im yeojin)

genre: fluff, college au, partial love triangle

summary:

⋆a joke tweet about your boyfriend on minecraft from when you were in middle school ends up reaching the boy in question and oh no- he’s hot.. this sudden reunion with park jisung was completely unexpected for multiple parties. will this old romance rekindle, or was it just meant to stay in the past?

warnings: swearing

schedule:

⋆ started 6.1.22

⋆ updates every three days

⋆ status: ongoing

character previews: one / two

chapters: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen / fifteen

FREAK-S | PART 1 ⏤ Jake's Hot, Very Hot Friend.

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pairing: enhypen hyung line x fem!reader

summary:  your childhood best friend jake recognizes in the crowd of their show and you get pulled backstage by a staff, one thing you didn’t know was the main reason is something they had in their minds for a while. before you read .

warnings: explicit smut, fivesome, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, double penetrating (oral sex and vaginal sex), mentions of anal (will take place in the other part), masturbating, hyung line masturbating together, things get a little homo, boys kissing each other, cum eating, oral sex (both receiving), throat fucking, hyung line is obsessed with your tits. jake's daddy kink strikes towards the end. heeseung is in denial that he enjoys seeing his members kissing. (i am going to hell)

a/n: *nervous laughter*

“Jake! Hey! Wait for me.” you ran behind him, finally grabbing his backpack for him to stop. He was out of soccer practice and sweaty as fuck, he probably wanted to go home immediately. 

“Oh, fuck, sorry!” He turned around with a pretty smile plastered on his face, wiping his sweat from his face with his t-shirt, abs on display for your eyes. 

Your best friend, really was something else. You always had a huge crush on him since you were kids and it didn’t help that he kept getting hotter each year as he aged. He was a heartthrob in your school too and you knew he got so many girls, he even did it once in your own bedroom at a party that was held in your house. 

But he was still Jake, your best friend you shared everything with. 

“Do you wanna walk together?” He suggested, reaching his arm at you for you to hold. You chuckled at his behavior, locking arms with him as you started walking. Even when he was sweaty, he smelled heavenly to you, but you stopped the dirty thoughts running in your mind, knowing Jake has no sexual attraction towards you. 

“How was last night?” You raised your eyebrows, beaming at him shyly. The thing is, acting like you don’t have a fat crush on him was so hard, when Jake was so open talking about his sex life with you, but you had to, so he wouldn’t think something weird was going on. So almost every week you asked him, and he told you how he fucked girls sideways or doggy or whatever his fantasy was in his mind that day and he wanted to try it. 

You always wanted him to consider you as someone who can fuck with (literally) but sadly, he always saw you as his little innocent best friend who is even scared to show a finger inside of her tight pussy. When that slipped out of your mind, you were heavily drunk, and you regret it badly since Jake teased you a lot about it, showing his index finger at you in the class, indicating fingering motions and then giggling, leaving you as red as a tomato. 

But today when you asked him how his one night stand was, you heard something you never expected before. 

“I had a… uhm, threesome?” He bit his lip after saying it, then bursting into laughter, giggling as he looked down. You stopped in your tracks, making him automatically stop as well since your arms were locked. 

“You had what?” 

His cheeks got red when your eyes stared at him in shock, it was the first time you were seeing him actually getting flustered after confessing what he had done. 

“Before you ask, it wasn’t two boys, it was me and two girls.” He winked at you, grabbing your arm again to literally drag you for you to walk. Like, that was the last question in your head, you wouldn’t be surprised if he fucked a guy at this point. 

You tried to be bold, and didn’t want to look like the church girl you were before you talked. “Was it fun?” 

When you asked that question, other than wondering how Jake felt having a threesome, you actually wanted to know how it went down. You sucked in your bottom lip when you thinked about the porn you watched the other day and it was not a threesome it was actually four dudes passing over a girl. Now with the information Jake threw at you, you felt your panties getting wet, your fantasies merging in your head. 

“It was so fucking hot.” He licked his lips again, his tongue pink and long, probably was diving into not one but two girls' pussies last night. You huffed, trying to push your thoughts away again. 

“They were like, they were all over me? Like, I was eating pussy and fucking one at the same time.” He groaned, cheekily looking down to check if his boxers were already tenting, but you realized. 

You gulped, not knowing what to say. “Sounds good. I hope I can do it one day too.” 

This time Jake stopped all of a sudden, looking at you with a smirk on his face, “Hey, what the fuck?” 

“Do you think I don’t have any fantasies, Jake? I probably watch more porn than you do.” His eyes widened, looking at you in awe. 

“Ayee, look at my girl.” He pinched your cheeks and started laughing at your confession, making you feel all flustered and weird in the middle of the street. You were already regretting sharing another dirty secret with him but…

… you would never know years later it would come handy. 

—

“You are silly for thinking he remembers you.” Your friend passed you her blush she had in her makeup bag, as she watched you getting ready for the concert. You rolled your eyes at her, adding more blush on your face. 

It has been a few years since Jake left to be an idol in Korea, and you lost contact. Even if you did, it was impossible to talk to him anyways, his schedule was so packed. But when you found out your ex best friend and your ex-crush was coming to his hometown again, you knew you had to see him. 

But since you had no contacts, you managed to get VIP tickets which you have access to meet him. Even though you knew he was going to remember you, your friend was making you nervous. Not because he wouldn’t remember you because he belongs to another world now. 

It was because of your drastic change since Jake left. You were no longer a virgin and you weren’t scared to finger yourself. You learned how to style your hair and overall, you looked different, hotter… like the girls he used to fuck around. 

That’s why you had your doubts but, him not remembering you would also be a compliment. So you ignored your feelings and kept applying your makeup calmly. 

When you arrived at the venue, and saw his face on the big posters, along with the other guys, you felt your heart skip a beat. You were nervous to see him again. 

—

After the concert, when you were about to leave, because you saw Jake and his performance and everything and thought he is way out of your league now no matter what but a staff tapped your shoulder smiling at you kindly. 

“Miss Y/N — Y/L/N? That’s your name right?” 

You frowned but tried to smile as you replied, “Yes?” 

“Jake wants you backstage. So if you want to…” 

You had no fucking idea how Jake even spotted you in the crowd, yes your ticket was VIP and you were in a front row somewhere but you still didn’t realize how he managed that. You didn’t even look like yourself. 

You managed to nod your head, and she started walking, you just followed her, seeing some jealous eyes staring at you as you did. 

She stopped and knocked on one door, peeking her head to see who was inside? 

“Oh Sunoo Ssi, I am sorry!” She giggled. waiting for the boy to talk to him, You heard footsteps coming closer and you met with flawless skin and beautiful fox eyes staring at you. 

“It’s okay.” He smiled, and then looked at you with sweet eyes, “I am taking her to Jake.” she said before Sunoo asked, and he just nodded, “They are in the next room!” 

She nodded to him and started walking with you again, you nervously followed her, thinking about how Jake would react to seeing you. 

The door opened and you faced, 4 guys, two of them manspreading on the leather couch they had, one was shirtless, drying up his sweat with a towel and the other one, Jake, scrolling down his phone, leaned against a table. 

They all turned their heads and stared at you in awe, your mini skirt and crop top looking amazing on your curves and the boots you were wearing made your legs longer. You didn’t have lots of makeup but your eyes stared at them all glossy and pretty. 

Jake dropped his phone on the table, he walked up to you slowly, “Thank you.” He smiled at the staff for her to leave now and she just nodded and left the room, leaving you with hungry eyes staring at you. 

Jake grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you against his chest, his arms snaking your waist so tight as he hugged you. “I missed you so much.” 

You had a sigh of relief, now knowing Jake remembers you. You were in his arms after years and it felt so good. You missed your best friend so much. 

“You didn’t even bother to reach out to me.” You grabbed his face in your hands, looking at his eyes, the eyes you missed so much. He tucked a hair behind your ear and kissed your cheek sweetly. “Now you are here.” 

When you nodded, and smiled at Jake, you suddenly became unaware of the curious eyes watching you, Heeseung’s eyes were shamelessly staring at your legs, and when he fixed his bulge with his hand, Jay coughed, showing him with his shoulder. Although it wasn’t any different for him, you were extremely gorgeous and sexy, you were the girl they all described their dream girl as. 

Meanwhile Sunghoon was already smirking, seeing Jake lovey dovey with a girl for the first time, and his plan finding its missing piece, you. 

“Aren’t you going to introduce us, Jake?” Sunghoon walked up to you, still shirtless but he put on his leather jacket that he wore on stage, which looked extremely hot and dangerous. Just from his dark mysterious eyes you were sure he was passionate about everything he does, including sex. 

“This is my Y/N my childhood friend.” He smiled, hugging you from your back as you shook Sunghoon’s hand. “I guess you already know my name.” 

“Stop being a dick.” Jake giggled, pulling you closer to his body and getting you away from Sunghoon to drag you to the couch, where Heeseung didn’t even bother to close his legs. His leather pants sat tight on his body, his white sleeveles tee was stuck to his defined abs and his hair was disheveled, like he just had the most steamy sex ever. 

“This is Heeseung.” He whispered to your ear, not taking his arms away from your waist, almost in a protective way. Heeseung’s gaze was dark and he was beautiful, and his sitting position wasn’t helping along with Jake’s front pressed onto your back. “Hey.” You mumbled to him shyly, which he returned with a smug smile on his face. 

“And, I am Jay, nice to meet you Y/N.” He reached his hand for you to shake and you did, your eyes met as you stared up at his face. Jay seemed cooler and calmer next to others you thought. 

Jake dragged you to a quiet corner in the same room, wanting to have a more private conversation with you, but you felt Sunghoon’s eyes on you with his devilish smirk on his lips. You couldn’t push back the thought of being involved with them sexually, they were all so good looking, and it made you clench yourself slightly, hoping Jake won’t understand. 

“Will you be around?” You smiled at him, obviously wanting to spend more time with your childhood friend and his new friends. Jake smirked, nodding his head. 

“Do you want to come to my hotel tomorrow night? We will hang out?” He asked, his not so innocent smile coating his face, you knew Jake so well, that smile showed he was up to no good. 

“Your room, or…”, You eyed Sunghoon, meeting with his gaze again, and bit your lips lightly as you looked down and pretended to get shy, “ ‘Your’ room?” 

Jake looked back, seeing Sunghoon staring at you two shamelessly at this point, and the other two boys turning around to see what was going on as well. 

“Do you still want to try it?” Jake bit his lips after his question, he couldn’t help but stare at your boobs for a second before his eyes met with yours again. You raised your eyebrows, not understanding what he means, “Try what, Jake?” 

“Look I am going to be honest, do you wanna have sex with all of us? At the same time? Like all together?” 

You blinked your eyes several times, staring at him dumbfounded, this was the last thing you would expect hearing from Jake’s mouth. He wanted to fuck you, not alone, but with his mates. 

“All together?” You smirked, eyeing the other boys in the room. You saw Jay smirking as he was gulping down his water, his eyes were on you the whole time as he drank it. Heeseung got up and walked next to Sunghoon to stand beside him, he took his jacket off and then his white tee following, he obviously was putting on a show for you. He put a towel over his neck and acted like he didn’t bother. 

“C’mon baby. It will be fun. Also I won’t let them hurt you.” Jake pinched your cheek like it was the old days. It was obvious this was all planned beforehand, you weren’t in this room just because you were Jake’s childhood friend, but also the perfect candidate for their little fantasy they have been wanting to do for a while. 

“Do you think some dick can hurt me?” You raised your eyebrows at him, crossing your arms in front of your chest like you were offended. 

Jake smirked again, his lip traced the corner of his mouth before he leaned in to whisper, 

“Taking it from multiple places, might.” 

You stomach twitched with excitement, oh you wanted this so badly. It was something that can happen once in a lifetime, you still badly wanting to have sex with more than one person and you had four hot guys wanting you to agree to fuck them. 

“Deal.” You smiled at Jake and then palmed him over his tight pants, making him hiss into your ear. “Always wanted to do that.” You beamed at him, getting out of his embrace and standing in the middle of the room. “So, I will see you tomorrow night?” You pushed your hair from your face and fluttered your eyelashes at them. Sunghoon came closer to you and hugged you, like he was a friend and whispered. 

“Can’t wait to destroy you, beautiful.”

—

before concert

“Mhmmm, yeah.” Sunghoon grabbed his cock over his pants, side eyeing Jake to see his head dropped back to the wall as they were sitting on the floor, and his hand was already inside of his pants. 

“Man! Told you not actually jerk off when we are together, ugh.” He stopped the porn they were watching, looking at Jake’s hand in his boxers. 

Jake rolled his eyes, but he kept jerking himself off, he was so close he couldn’t bother with Sunghoon at that moment. 

When Jake came up to Sunghoon that day, telling him he found the perfect porn where four guys fuck one girl, and he literally begged for him to watch it. This was their fantasy since day one, to fuck a girl together. They weren’t ashamed of each other anymore but they still wanted some boundaries. 

Actually it wasn’t the first time they jerked off together, finding porn and watching it together was something they did rarely. But it was always Jake who shamelessly jerked himself off in front of his friends while Sunghoon was the one who kept palming himself and squirming on his seat until he couldn't resist anymore and go deal with it in the shower. And Jay was also the same, he usually dealt with it in the shower or sitting behind them, so they wouldn't see him jerking off ruthlessly. 

And for Heeseung, he teased them for getting turned on at porn so much, and he claimed they would chicken out if a fivesome would actually happen. But he also secretly jerked off to the same link over and over, he was lucky because he was staying in a single room. 

Sunghoon mumbled a ‘fuck it’ and unbuckled his belt, taking out his hard cock from his boxers and jerking himself off in a fast pace. Jake laughed, he was breathing heavily, their pace got faster when the girls whines and cries got louder and louder, which made Jay storm into the room, only to see his friends jerking off next to each other. 

“What the actual fuck? We are not in the dorm.” Was his first words, until he heard the filthy moans and slapping sounds coming from the laptop between their legs. He sat down next to Jake, first looking at his hard cock, unintentionally, before turning his gaze at the screen, seeing a woman getting railed by 4 men. Her ass and pussy was stuffed with their dicks, one of them was sucking on her tits like his life depended on it and the other one was jerking himself off, filming everything. 

Jay gulped, looking at Sunghoon and Jake and how their mouths were parted with pleasure, and the sounds coming from their slick dicks mixed with the woman’s moans on the screen. 

“I hate you both so fucking much.” He unbuckled his belt and tugged at his cock, just seeing it a few minutes was enough to make him rock hard. He played with his slit first to tease himself before Sunghoon tsked at him, “I don’t think you have time for that.” 

Jay sucked his lips in his mouth, and started pumping his dick, following the rhythm of his friends. He hoped in his mind, no one was hearing them, not only watching porn but doing it together and masturbating. 

“Fuckkkkkkk, I am cumming, close your eyes.” Jake moaned, only for Jay's hand to be closed over his plump lips, he heard his friend’s orgasm way too many times now, and he was always so loud. When Jake cummed, both Sunghoon and Jay didn’t close their eyes, as Jake told them too, instead they watched his cum spurting from his tip, all over his hands. 

Post nut clarity hit him hard, he realized he was sitting between them as they jerked off for their life. Just when he was about to get up, Heeseung opened the door, looking at Jake’s cum covered hand and the situation that was going on the floor. 

“Are you guys for real?” He laughed, coming closer to the laptop to see the porn they were watching. He rolled his eyes. “If you are so into this, we can do it.” 

Heeseung’s words made Sunghoon cum with a loud moan, his hyung’s offer sounded better than ever. The thought of one girl squirming under them was getting him going whenever he thinks about it. On the other hand, Jay was all turned off, having them all in the room and being the only one still masturbating. 

He let go of his dick, staring at his hyung and the others, “Can you leave?” 

“Jay, stop being weird.” Sunghoon rolled his eyes before he got up and grabbed a paper towel to wipe his cum on his hands, he teared some for Jake too, and watched him wiping his cum while still sitting next to Jay. 

“Okay turn around then.” He raised one eyebrow and they all agreed, turning their faces away from him before he continued the porn, and pumped his dick so fast, the inside of his palms almost burned with the sensation, he wanted his release but he hated that he wasn't alone. 

When he started letting out pained loud whines they all knew he finally cummed, Heeseung turned around with a smirk and passed Jay some paper towels as well. 

“We are doing this. You better pick a girl from the crowd tonight.” Was his last words before he left the room, shaking his head and laughing at the situation that just happened. 

—

And this whole event was the reason you were standing behind a hotel door, hearing loud laughs and talking from the other side. You were excited and a little bit tipsy, you took down some shots for courage but you regret not doing more as you stood behind the door. 

You knocked, hearing the laughs coming to an end and footsteps getting louder. Jake opened the door to you, smiling when he saw your pretty eyes staring at him in anticipation. 

“Hi, darling. We were waiting for you.” He hugged you, pulling you inside from your waist, you rested your chin on Jake’s shoulder, his manly cologne filling your nostrils. He grabbed your hand after the hug and pulled you to the bedroom area of their suite, where you saw Heeseung sitting on the couch, his legs wide open again, and Sunghoon and Jay sitting at the edge of the spacious bed, talking about something. When Jake stepped in with you, they all turned their attention to you. 

“Oh, look who’s here.” Sunghoon talked, getting up from the bed and hugging you like the last time, he kissed your cheek, which made you even wetter. You didn’t know what to do so you just clinged onto Jake, the only person you knew. 

“Baby, why don’t you get yourself comfortable on the bed, mhm?” Jake mumbled, caressing your cheek with his thumb before he let Jay get up from the bed too and made you sit. He kneeled in front of you, and caressed your knees with his hands, before he talked. 

“Will you be okay with this?” He kissed your knees, staring up at you, other boys staring at your lips for your answer, you gulped before you nodded slowly, thinking which one of them was going to fuck you first. 

“My good girl, when did you grow up so much?” He giggled, kept kissing your knees and went up to your thighs, his both hands grabbing your upper legs and massaging them as he kissed your skin. 

“You are not waiting for us to just watch, right?” Jay tsked, kneeling next to Jake, he gave a kiss to your knee, pushing your skirt to your waist to see your choice of underwear. You wanted to close your legs but both of them held your legs open from each side, as they kept kissing your inner thighs, for you to get relaxed. 

“God, you guys are so clingy.” Heeseung got up and walked around the bed to sit behind you, he held your tits over your blouse which made you let out a sharp moan. “See, now she is reacting. You like that don’t you, baby?” He squeezed them again, latching his lips against your neck. Jay and Jake stopped kissing your legs and stared up at their hyung and how he was making you moan like a crazy woman. 

“Heeseung mhmm.” You moaned his name, tilting your neck to the side even more to give him access to your throat. He tsked, pinching your nipples over your blouse this time, grunting at the taste of your skin. “They are so sensitive aren’t they, baby?” He licked a bold stripe of your neck, pushing your tits up and together, making the others drool at the sight, then he pushed them up and down, bouncing them for the boys who were watching him with hungry eyes. 

“Hyung, what the fuckkkkkk.” Jake groaned, getting closer to your tits, and riling up your shirt, seeing you not wearing a bra underneath, and your nipples erected perfectly. Jay put his hand between your legs, and attacked your tits before Jake, or Heeseung, latching his tongue on your nipple, and rolling it around, before closing his mouth over your bud. 

“Fuck!” you groaned, looking down at how Jay was rolling your nipple with the tip of his tongue. “Y’all gonna watch?” He smirked, kissing right under your boob. 

Sunghoon finally made a move and got rid of his shirt, he got on bed next to Heeseung and they made you lay down on your back. You smirked at Sunghoon, when he pushed your hair back from your face before he took your top off and threw it on the floor. 

“Who will suck them better?” He challenged the others, as his thumb rolled the nipple Jay was previously sucking. Heeseung also pinched the other in his hand, you let out a guttural moan for him again. 

“Well, obviously me.” He said, giving light pinches to your nipples as he teased them under his index finger. 

“I can suck them better, right baby?” Jake climbed onto the bed, his hands roaming around your sides before he leaned in and sucked the nipple in his mouth, only sucking with his plump lips, before his tongue grazed your buds. 

“Why don’t you suck them together?” You suggested, pulling Heeseung and Sunghoon’s faces closer to your chest, Heeseung’s nose nudged at your nipple. “Jay, come here, baby.” You reached your hand to him as well, he obeyed you in silence as he sat next to Heeseung, four guys, staring at your tits in awe. 

“Jake, how come you never touched her before?” Sunghoon grabbed your one boob and hit it from the underside and watched it jiggle, “So fucking pretty.” 

“She wasn’t even able to finger herself back then.” Jake pouted his lips as he happened to lean down with him, both of their lips licked a bold stripe over your nipple, you moaned, seeing their tongues touching each other. Sunghoon got up, leaving his tongue outside as he talked. 

“Bro, this is some gay shit, I literally sucked your tongue in.” He made a disgusted face as Jake kept unbothered, licking more of your tits, laughing against your skin. “You sure you wanna do this?” 

You heard Heeseung mumbling a fuck it before he leaned in over your other nipple, sucking it like a thirsty man finding water, he sucked, and bit your bud, rolling his eyes at the feeling of them getting harder with his every move. Jay also leaned in with Heeseung, basically sharing a kiss with his hyung as he started giving kitten licks to your nipples, their tongues fighting over your skin to make you moan louder. 

Jake smirked again before pressing his tongue flat against your tit, looking at Sunghoon, “You coming or no?” 

He rolled his eyes before he leaned in, sucking the side of your boob, before his tongue joined Jake’s rolling your nipple with his wet muscle. 

Your view was something that you can’t explain, it was everything your wet dreams were made of. Four hot guys were devouring your tits, so messily and so wet, their humming and whines were so dirty, your head rolled back as you let out a loud whimper from the overstimulation. When you looked back up, you saw Heeseung’s doe eyes staring at you, his saliva mixing up with Jay’s and dripping down your sides. You ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp for him to move on. 

“So good!” You screamed, rubbing your legs together, you were dripping to your panties, you thought you were about to cum. 

Your other hand gripped Sunghoon’s hair, tugging his silver locks before you pushed him more into your boob, making him let out a muffled moan. “Are you going to cum?” Jay asked, licking between your boobs before sucking the inner side. 

“Jay, I need your lips on my pussy too, please…” You whined at him, squirming as he traveled down between your legs and taking off your skirt. He straddled you as he watched the heads beside your body, too lost from having a tit in their mouth. 

He pulled your panties down in the meantime, putting a finger between your legs and collecting your wetness all over his fingers. You sucked your lip in, staring at his eyes as your hands played with Jake’s hair this time. He pushed their heads slowly, smearing your wetness on your boobs, before he leaned in and sucked it himself, slurping all the saliva his friends left on your perky nipples. 

You pushed Jay’s head from your chest as well, wiggling yourself upwards until your bare back hit the headrest of the bed, and that’s when you realized you were fully naked, when only Sunghoon was missing a shirt. It felt even more dirty but you liked it. They were sitting on their knees in front of you, waiting for you to say something, you closed your legs, smirking. 

“What? Are you going to make us beg for it now?” Heeseung grunted, his lips all puffy and wet from sucking your nipples. You bit your lips and opened your legs, a shot of arousal running down to your butthole. 

“Fuck.” Jake grunted, leaning in but you pushed him with the back of your foot from his shoulder. “Na-ah.”

He grabbed your ankle and gave a kiss to your bone, rubbing your calves in a caring way, “What do you want from us baby, tell me?” He whined, almost begging. 

“I wanna see your cocks first.” You pouted, closing your legs again as you teasingly squeezed your tit before you let it go, making it bounce a little. 

Sunghoon was the first to unbuckle his belt, he forgot he was in the same room with them, he quickly kicked himself out of his jeans and boxers, leaving himself naked. You smiled, crawled on the bed, being eye level with his thick and big cock, it was so beautiful, you wanted it in your mouth and in your ass. 

You traced your finger under his cock, feeling the vein against your fingertip, “Come to the bed with me.” You gave him your hand, awarding him for being first to show his cock, you made him lay next to you as the other stood in the middle of the room like they were lost. 

“Can I play with you?” He asked, wanting to force your legs open but you slapped his hand before you leaned into his ear, “If you behave, I will let you fuck my ass.” 

His cock twitched at what you said, he let out a groan and rested his back to the headboard as your hand traced his lower stomach and abs, when your eyes were focused on the other three. They had no idea what you said to Sunghoon. 

Jake was the second to strip down from all his clothes and make his way next to you, kissing and licking your collarbones. “Jakey, you get to fuck my ass too.” You caress his cheeks gently, and then your one hand travels down to his hard cock to play with his slit, “Oh, so slippery.” You giggle, spreading his precum over the head of cock, as Sunghoon watched everything in HD.

“You two, sit and play with yourselves while I take care of them.” You tell Jay and Heeseung, who were still clothed. Heeseung whined, unbuckling his belt as well, along with Jay, they stripped from all their clothes as they men spread on the couch across the bed, their cocks were rock hard and they looked so delicious. 

“Jake, would you ever think we would end up like this?” You winked at him, putting your both hands on their cocks, and jerking them off in a deadly slow pace, Sunghoon eyed Jake too see his reaction and caught him looking at him. “Answer her.” He shrugged, trying to make this situation look more normal. 

“Back then you weren’t even able to finger your little pussy so, no.” 

Jay moaned so loudly at the words ‘fingering’ and your ‘little pussy’ being mentioned, his hand going a little faster on his cock. 

“Before everything, I want them,” You pointed at Jay and Heeseung with your finger, “To eat me out.” 

“Change of plans?” Heeseung raised his eyebrows at you, putting his knee on the bed and kneeled to look at your pretty pussy. “My god, this is the prettiest one I’ve ever seen.” He mumbled, parting your pussy lips with his fingers, and Jake grabbed your knee and pulled your one leg to your chest, for his hyung to have more access. Sunghoon copied him, pressing your other leg as well, your hole all open and dripping for Heeseung’s eyes. 

He rubbed your opening, moving his index finger up and down, you were ready to suck him inside, when he smeared your wetness all over your folds. You looked at Jay who was standing before the bed, watching Heeseung toying with your pussy. Meanwhile your hands still jerked the other two off, but so so slowly, not enough for them to cum. 

“Do you see Jay? Do you see how wet she is?” Heeseung talked whimpering, finally leaning in and licking a bold stripe of your cunt. 

“Oh, fuck!” You screamed, without realizing, squeezing Jake and Sunghoon’s cocks in your hands and making them moan in pain. 

“Baby, oh my god! We can take you one by one if you are gonna do this.” Jake groaned at you. You just rolled your eyes and sucked in your lips as you focused on Heeseung’s pretty lips on your pussy. 

Jay dived in next to Heeseung, kissing your inner thighs and rubbing his hands on them, he stuck his tongue out and wiggled it next to his hyung’s.

Heeseung moaned when he felt Jay’s wet muscle touching against his, and he saw his pointy nose rubbing along your clit so he pushed his face more, fighting with him to suck your pussy. 

“Hyung! Stop being selfish!” Jay whined and pushed him with his shoulder, but after a while, you were cumming, shaking and crying, your cum leaking through your pretty tight hole. 

“So yummy.” Heeseung talked, before he started giving kitten licks to your cunt, and Jay followed him, their tongues picking your cum as they licked at your pussy so deliciously. When you dared to look down and saw their tongues on your slit and their eyes closed with pleasure, you whined, and almost cummed again. 

“Stop! Too much!” You groaned in pleasure, when Heeseung pushed his tongue in your relaxed cunt, teasing the opening by poking against it. “Baby stop, please, I can’t.” You let go of Jake’s thick cock and massaged Heeseung’s hair, pulling him from your pussy. 

“That was so fucking good.” Sunghoon groaned, staring at Jay and Heeseung’s wet and sticky mouths, “How does she taste like?” 

Now that was a tricky question for him to ask because, right at that moment, no one in that room was thinking with their actual brain. Jake and Sunghoon getting jerked off by the same girl while she gets her pussy creamed by their hyungs was not something anyone had imagined. It was too much, in an amazing way, but they didn’t think of the aftermath. 

When Jay pulled Sunghoon from the nape of his neck and pulled his mouth against his, and basically showing his tongue over his lips, things started to get real weird. 

Sunghoon moaned, tasting your sticky cum and Jay’s saliva against his tongue, but the realization hit him later, the fact that he was kissing Jay. He broke the kiss, looking in shock at him, like the other three. 

“We said no gay shit.” He mumbled, looking down. 

“What the actual fuck, Jay?” Heeseung groaned, he was never going to admit this was the best thing he ever saw in his life. 

“That was so hot.” You moaned, kind of jealous that someone actually kissed and it wasn’t you. And Jake’s lips were parted, still in shock after what happened. 

“I wanna taste her too.” Jake spoke up, you got excited that he was going to lick you but instead, he leaned over to Jay, sucking his lips in, moaning when your cum dripped to his tongue.

“Why is no one kissing her?” Heeseung rolled his eyes, leaning into your body and smashing his lips against yours, thinking he is the only one there to actually pleasure you. You moaned into his mouth at the sudden contact but in no time, you let go of everything and wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him rub his cock along your folds as you kissed. He was groaning and whining against your mouth, the slick sounds coming from your pussy rubbing against his member was so hot, you wanted him to be inside so badly. 

“This is getting messier than I thought.” Sunghoon rolled his eyes, when he watched his friends breaking the kiss and his hyung humping you next to him. 

Heeseung smirked against your lips and rotated his face to him, your lips automatically making contact with his cheek as he spoke. “Are you jealous?” 

“I am the one who is going to arrange her guts so, no?” He crossed his arms and his body got stiff as he raised his eyebrows. Meanwhile Jake was still licking his own lips, tasting the aroma of you and Jay mixed. He had some thoughts that he hated but he pushed them away before he rolled over on the bed, leaning next to you and kissing your cheek. “Should we open you up or you want Heeseung first?” 

Heeseung gave you an adorable look, just with one move, he was going to slip inside so you needed to make your decision cleverly. You smirked, pulling Heeseung from his ass to your core even more, “I want him to fuck me first.”

“Good news.” He grunted and pushed inside forcefully, you let out a loud groan as he filled your insides completely with his thick cock. “Heeseung! You are so big!” You cried out, looking down at the connection point as you bit your lips at how your pussy was parted open by his cock. 

Others gathered around looked, Jake’s mouth opening at the sight of Heeseung’s dick completely disappeared inside of you. 

“She fucking swallowed you…” Jay mumbled, scratching the nape of his neck before he saw tears falling down from your face, he came closer and rubbed your cheeks. “Oh baby, does it hurt that much? How are you gonna take Jake and Sunghoon then?” 

You sobbed before you pushed his hand away, looking at the other guys. “It doesn’t hurt! I can take everyone in this room.” You said playfully, then kissed Heeseung for him to move. 

“Mhm, such a good girl, aren’t you?” Heeseung grabbed the headboard behind your head and started pounding into your wet cunt. You sucked your lips in and closed your eyes, letting him destroy you. Sunghoon on the other hand, grabbed one of your tits and rolled your nipple between his fingers, trying to get a reaction out of you, but instead Heeseung moaned at the sight of your nipple getting abused by Sunghoon’s finger. “She has the prettiest tits ever.” 

Jake was so stunned by the voice your pussy made, every time his hyung pounded into you. He felt his cock stir, he thought he was going to cum from the sounds and the beautiful sight. Jay leaned over and grabbed your other boob, pushing it to the other one as he played with it. “It’s better than the porn we watched.” 

Your eyebrows were knitted until you heard what Jay said, which made you softly smile. “Aw, do you guys watch it together?” 

Jay nodded softly and leaned into your ear, “We do. I can show some tricks that I learnt from it, if you want… of course.” You giggled and shook your head, as Heeseung kept moving in and out. “So in the porn, the girl was getting fucked, just like you.” He pointed to Heeseung with his head and then scrawled on the bed until he was on his knees behind your head, his cock hot and heavy above you, “And she also had a cock in her mouth.”

You licked your lips and stared at his cock in anticipation, you wanted him in your mouth so badly. You felt Sunghoon’s lips on your nipple, sucking it gently and giving you a puppy look, “Can you take Jay in your mouth baby? C’mon, give me and Jake a nice show, let us watch you getting fucked from both ends.” He swiped his tongue over your bud again, then twirling it and smiling, “Please?”

Although Sunghoon was talking so softly like nothing was going on in the room, Heeseung’s thrusts were actually getting harder and harder and the top of your head was already banging against Jay’s thighs by how hard he was fucking into you. “Oh, she is gonna cum, that’s why she went all silent.” Heeseung mumbled, giving your stomach a soft slap, “Are you gonna take Jay, baby? Should I slow down?”

You grabbed his wrist and shook your head. “No! Keep going, I can take him.” You mumbled, grabbing Jay’s cock over your face and pumping it in your hand slowly, his cock was so beautiful and your mouth salivated with the view. Jay was looking down at you watching your every move, as Sunghoon and Jake grabbed their cocks already to jerk off to the scene that was happening. 

You took Jay in your mouth, moaning when the tip of his and Heeseung’s dick hit the right places at the same time. You closed your eyes, licking the underside of his cock before you sucked him in, and he also pushed his hips down, burying himself deep in your mouth. 

Jake’s hand movement got faster when he saw Jay’s bulge forming on your throat. He never thought it would have been so sexy, he felt blood pumping louder in his veins when he gulped and looked over Sunghoon. 

He was cumming all over his hand. 

“Bro...” 

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, having no time to be ashamed of himself, he gathered his cum and returned back to your tits, massaging them with his slick. You were a moaning whimpering mess, when his fingers added to the pleasure, and his thick white substance was gliding over your tits. He gathered some more, coating your other nipple as well, squeezing them under his palms, so sticky and wet. 

“It’s obvious you are the one who watches the most porn.” Heeseung rolled his eyes at him, watching him gently playing with your boobs. “We will never talk about this, hyung.” Sunghoon murmured, putting his attention to your throat which was getting literally assaulted with Jay’s thick cock. 

Jake giggled, “You mean that you almost came untouched?” 

“Oh my god shut up.” Jay got angry, getting distracted at all the bickering. He wanted to fuck your throat in peace, not with their stupid nonsense. You lifted one of your hands and played with Jay’s balls, and tickled his thighs as he set a steady rhythm in your mouth, you just let him take over, not caring about getting breathless. 

“Fuck, cumming.” Heeseung mumbled, his hands landing on the sides of your hips, as he started a faster but sloppier pace, your toes curled and your free hand squeezed the duvet underneath, when Heeseung’s hot cum filled your insides. He was making sounds that made you clench uncontrollably around him, his seed spilling inside you felt so fucking good. 

“Ah— fuck, she is milking me so fucking good.” 

You clenched your walls on purpose, making Heeseung hiss. He tilted his head at you, seeing that you were busy socking cock, he crawled over your body and pushed Jay from your mouth, his dick slipping out from your lips with a string of saliva. 

Heeseung crashed your lips into his, kissing you passionately, showing his tongue down your throat before sucking your lips harshly and breaking the kiss. “Thank you, baby. That was amazing.” 

Your head started spinning when you realized Heeseung was ‘romantic’ enough to have sex with you with this three buddies and pushing one of them from your mouth just to thank you with a passionate kiss. 

No, he was insane. 

You smiled, licking his lips by sticking your tongue out and pressing it flat on his mouth, “Anytime, daddy.” 

Loudest moan of the night came from Jake, cumming so hard on his palm, it even hit your stomach and Heeseung’s arm a little bit. The bed was big but it was still a small area let’s say. Heeseung’s face scrunched up, and his eyes closed, feeling Jake’s cum running down his bicep. He turned around, staring at him. “What the fuck?” 

Jake didn’t give a fuck, he just scooted closer to your body, held your face in cum covered hands, “Call me daddy too, I beg you.” 

Seeing your childhood best friend cumming from

his current bestfriend being called daddy by you… yeah, that was a lot to process, but also, yes, you were having the time of your life and you were throwing every manner behind you, just for the little fun you had with the boys. 

You smirked at Jake, but ignored him, tilting your head back to Jay who was still there, standing confused with his hard cock. 

“Guess you are the only one left who didn’t cum before round 2?”

FREAK-S will be back.

summer of love (ljn)

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↳ pairing: lee jeno x reader

↳ word count: 15.2k

↳ genre: ‘90’s!au, brother’s best friend!au, summer!au, neighbor!au, slice of life(ish)!au, fluff, slowburn

↳ summary: The summer of 1997 was a weird time. As a person living in the modern era, you’d completely forgotten what it was like to live in the ‘90’s. In May 1997, you listened to the Backstreet Boys, flipped through TV Guide, and had an answering machine which seems so archaic now. But that isn’t the only reason why the summer of 1997 was weird. That summer was the time you fell for your brother’s best friend.

↳ warnings: minor cursing, making out

SUMMER 1997

Your second year of college is over. You’ve taken your last exam, and it’s finally time to ditch your dorm and lousy roommate to go back to your childhood home for the summer. It’s a three-hour drive with no rest stops from college to your home, but it took longer due to the gas station stops to get junky, sugary snacks and coffee. But eventually, you made it back home in one piece. 

Your childhood home looks almost exactly the same as you left it: The old, green, flowery wallpaper that your parents keep forgetting the change still hangs in the kitchen, the brown carpet in the entry hallway with the weird stain is still there, and the pantry still has an endless supply of potato chips. The only thing missing are your parents. 

“Y/N!” Renjun exclaims, coming to hug you. As your older brother's arms lock around you, you notice how different he feels despite last seeing him only two months ago; prickly stubble pokes at your skin, and he definitely has been working out.

He parts from you, moving to the answering machine sitting on the kitchen counter. “Where are mom and dad?” You ask. 

“Out,” he says abruptly, playing the messages in the machine before clearing them out. “They’re shopping to make dinner. They thought you would come back later. And by the way,” he continues, “Jeno’s coming over.” 

“Okay,” you respond back simply. At this point, you’re used to Lee Jeno; he’s practically your family, in that the Lees live only a few houses from yours. It is honestly a wonder how Renjun and Jeno have remained friends since they were five-year-olds running around the neighborhood grafitti-ing the sidewalks with colorful chalk designs without growing apart or finding people more apt to suit their developing selves as time passes. It seems that instead of growing apart because of the new scenes and sounds in their adult lives, they were growing together like two parallel vines despite the distance they had to combat in college. When you hear the doorbell a few moments later, you know it’s Lee Jeno. 

He certainly looks different than what you remember with dark hair this time and a slight tan. You haven’t seen Lee Jeno since winter break when he was staying with his parents across the street. Just like you and Renjun, he’s back home from college after the school year, and you’ve seen him around a couple of times a year with all the school breaks. 

“Y/N!” Jeno smiles in that very Jeno way that makes everyone’s heart melt. He leans down a bit to meet your eyes, taking his thumb and forefinger of his hand and squishing your cheek. You playfully bat his hand away. 

“Quit doing that!” You giggle with a pout on your face. “I’m not a baby anymore! I go to college!” You say incredulously, a little bit of a whine in your tone. 

“You’re always a baby to me,” he teases. You roll your eyes at this, moving over to let him in. 

“Jeno!” Renjun yells, ditching the answering machine. He rushes over to hug the other boy. “It’s good to see you.” 

“You too Jun,” Jeno replies. You smile at the sight.

“Let’s play pool,” Renjun says. Jeno agrees, nodding. Both boys go to the basement where your family’s famous pool table resides (your father having gotten it for free from some bar closing in the ‘70’s), and Jeno shuts the door loudly on his way out. You’re about to rain on Renjun’s parade and tell him to come back and clear the answering machine he left behind, but you think against it. You didn’t feel like interrupting a friendship that is so beautiful. So you sit on the chair that Renjun recently left, pressing the ‘listen’ button on the answering machine.

As you listen to the promotional spam calls from companies trying to sell you things that you didn’t need or couldn’t afford, you purse your lips. Seeing Renjun and Jeno together almost made you jealous; none of your high school friends were back from college, and through the few calls you all would have during the school year, they’re off doing bigger and better things than this sleepy town that you call home. 

That night you were going to sleep in your bedroom filled with cassette tapes, posters and pink and yellow wallpaper that you picked out when you were seven. After satisfactorily wrapping yourself in your comfortable blankets that smelled of lavender detergent (your favorite scent), you stare at the ceiling. You couldn’t imagine not visiting this place. 

-

So you have a secret. No, not of the deep dark kind, but something that would definitely earn you a lot of teasing if your friends and family found out about it. One of your biggest guilty pleasures is the movie series The Zygon Kingdom, a science fiction franchise about alien invasions. Stereotypically, people think this series is for losers, gamers, and nerds who live in their mom’s basement. When you’re in public, you try your best to refrain from comment or make fun of the series alongside others, but in private, you secretly anticipate the new movies, going to see it immediately when it comes to theaters.

And that’s what you’re planning on doing today. Today is the release of the fifth movie of the franchise, The Zygon Kingdom: A New World. Finally, you actually had plans; you were starting to look pathetic with how much TV you were watching; your parents were even joking that the most recent book that you’ve read is the TV Guide that was mailed a few days ago. On top of not having friends to hang out with this summer, Renjun, a fresh graduate from a pre-law program, has been running around town trying to find positions to start paying off his degree debts and to gain experience while also trying to study for the LEET exam to qualify for law school. All your friends and family being busy would be depressing to you on any normal day, this comes to your advantage today, for you don’t want to be seen. 

“I’m going to see a friend. Love you.” You say quickly to your parents. With how immersed they are in Full House, their marked TV Guide beside them, you could have said that you wanted to get a tattoo, and your parents would probably not bat an eye.  

“Okay, be safe honey,” your mother says dismissively.

Leaving through the basement, you go to your car outside, unlocking the door. Obviously, you’re carrying your big tote bag so you could sneak in snacks; you even went shopping at the convenience store to prepare. Once you’re finished with the ten minute drive from your home to the movie theater, you look in both directions before entering the line in the lobby of the theater to get a ticket. You’re going to pay in cash, not credit to make sure that this can’t be traced back to you, and you pull out a large flopping hat that you have saved in your car, placing it on your head the second you step out of the car. Yes, you were being completely paranoid, but the last thing you want is someone recognizing you as you go into the movie theater or your parents looking at your credit card statement to see that you went to the movie theaters to view The Zygon Kingdom. 

The time you spent waiting in line is filled with you looking around in all directions, making sure to avoid gazes of anyone that went to high school with or parents whose kids you babysat. Gossip travels fast, and you didn’t feel like finding out how fast. This is a whole covert operation – you get in and you get out, hopefully with your reputation still intact. 

“One ticket to the new Zygon movie,” you say quietly. The woman sitting at the counter almost doesn’t hear you because of how quiet you are or how loud the chatters are of high schoolers and adults coming to the movie theaters after a long week, but either way, she gives you your ticket. 

“It’s in room B,” You’ve gone to this movie theater enough to know where everything is without needing a map or extra time to find your way around. Since you took into account Friday night traffic and the length of the line, you have about five minutes before the movie starts. 

“Thank you,” you say, smiling quickly. Keeping your head low, you move your neck around as if your head is a moving surveillance camera, still trying to make sure that no one you know is seeing you walk into room B, which has a huge blue and yellow poster of The Zygon Kingdom: A New World right next to the door. Once the coast is clear, you head into the dark movie room, finding row sixteen, in the middle.

“Excuse me, excuse me,” you whisper to people who you had to cross to get to your seat. The room is at half capacity; a few advertisements are playing on the screen, for now you have three minutes before the movie starts (but it will probably be longer since ads play for at least ten minutes after the movie is supposed to start to give people extra time). You find a spot in the middle row, which is where the majority of those few people are because you can get a good view of the screen and the audio would be loud but not too loud. 

Pushing down the foldable seat, you sit down. Bringing your purse to your lap, you pull out a bag of chips from your bag, opening it before the movie so that no one gets annoyed at you for opening it so loud. You adjust your sitting position, letting your left leg cross over your right one, and in the dark room, you accidentally kick the seat in front of you. It’s a loud sound, and you slightly grimace at the pain in your foot now. The person in front of you turns around, and you feel like you lost the air in your lungs. 

“Jeno?” 

“Y/N?” 

-

After the movie incident, you and Jeno realize that you actually have more in common than you thought. Apparently, Jeno is in the same position as you when it comes to high school or local friends. Just graduated from college, his friends have found well-paying starting positions and internships, and except for a few people, he’s also been bored at home. Instead of finding a job immediately or stretching himself thin like Renjun, Jeno decided that it was best for him to take a break mentally after college, and then he would be on the job hunt. So now you two have been much more inclined to meet up. 

This would have never happened a year ago. Sure, you would hang out with Jeno when Renjun invited you to hang out with them, and you would even have a good time, but by yourselves, you were a bit more than strangers. Now that doesn’t seem so. 

“I still can’t believe that you like the Zygon Kingdom. Liking the Zygon Kingdom is so not you.” You say, grinning at Jeno. “I would never have pegged you as a fan,” You and Jeno are at an ice cream parlor, enjoying the shelter of this building better than the merciless afternoon sun outside. Lee Jeno, a college soccer star who gets all the girls liking a cheesy science fiction movie? That’s not something you learn every day. Picking at his chocolate ice cream, Jeno smiles at you too. 

“I could say the same for you.” Taking a bite of your ice cream, you cross your legs under the table, a slightly pensive look on your face. Leaning forward, you put your elbows on the white table. “So what else do I not know about you?” You ask. 

“Well,” Jeno tilts his head. “I like to dip my pizza in honey.” 

“I know that,” you say. “Back when you and Renjun used to order pizza at the house, you would always ask me where the honey is.” 

“You remember that?” Jeno asks, surprised. You shake your head, a disapproving frown on your face. “I only remember because you’re the only person in the history of humankind to dip your pizza in honey. Honestly, how do you even stomach that?” 

“The same way you can eat that mint chocolate chip ice cream you have here,” he says, pointing to your cup. You gasp in mock offense, and he only continues. “That stuff tastes like toothpaste.” 

“To make up for what you just said, you have to tell me something that I actually don’t know about you.” Jeno grunts and this, and you wait, tapping your foot against the tiles annoyingly. 

“When I was a sophomore in high school, I went to one of Ten’s house parties,” he stops for a few seconds, and you look at him, your gaze willing for him to continue. “He brought in eight kegs of beer from God knows where, and I had a few drinks.” 

“Shut up!” You say, pushing Jeno’s shoulder from across the table. You’re absolutely astonished. “You, Lee Jeno, student council representative for your entire high school career, got drunk while going to Ten’s parties?” You only know Ten through his reputation, specifically his outrageous house parties that he throws whenever his parents are out of town that almost always end with the cops coming to shut it down. They’re always the highlight of your high school class’s weekend in your sleepy little town, where the mall or the park are the most interesting places to go. You’ve never been to one of Ten’s parties yourself since in high school, you were never much of a partier (and you didn’t have the ‘contacts’ to get invited anyway), but you’ve heard that he’s the definition of a privileged rich kid with money to burn. 

“Yes, that was me.” he laughs. “And, it gets better.” You lean farther forward, your cheek propped up by your fist. “I was so drunk that I couldn’t drive home, so I called Renjun at like midnight to pick me up. When I came into his car, it smelled like perfume, and he had lipstick all over his face. Yeri Kim was in the back of his car.” 

Your eyes widened. “No way! Renjun told me he was studying for a history test!” You remember this day in-depth because it was the night of the freshman dance that you went to with your friends. 

Jeno smiles at your astonished look before clearing his throat. “I told you something you didn’t know about me and something you didn’t know about Renjun, so you better tell me something good that I didn’t know about you.” 

You sigh, tilting your head upwards. Pushing your tongue against your cheek, you’re deep in thought before you spring up in your chair again.

“Remember when you, me, and Mark would all volunteer at Taeyong’s animal shelter?” You ask. During your high school years, you were in desperate need of Honors Society hours to make you look better on your college applications, so you ended up signing up to take care of unadopted pets, either rescue or lost. Jeno, Renjun, and a few of his other friends had the same idea since it would be easy to carpool. 

“Yeah?” Jeno responds. Bringing your palm against your mouth, you shelter some giggles before Jeno has a curious look on his face. 

“Y/N? What is it?” You lick your lips before inhaling sharply.

“While getting in the parking lot with Renjun to get something from your car, do you remember getting hit by a bunch of water balloons?” Jeno squints for a few seconds as if trying to connect some invisible dots, and after a few moments, his eyes widen, his mouth in an “o” shape. 

“That was you?” He says, astonished. “I blamed Chenle for that for an entire year!” 

“Yup, it was me,” you say, giggling in between words.

“Why did you do it?” He asks. 

“It was supposed to be for Renjun, but then you got in the way, and by that time, I already dropped the water balloons.” Jeno purses his lips, as if trying to picture you in the situation you described. This only leads you into another laughing fit. 

“You should have seen your face, I will never forget how hilarious you looked and how you were like ‘Chenle if you’re working the dog walking on the ceiling, then I’m gonna kill you!’” You snicker, imitating Jeno’s voice by making it abnormally deep. 

“I do not sound like that.” 

“I do not sound like that,” you imitate again. Jeno crosses his arms, a brow quirked. 

“Okay, I’ll actually stop this time,” you say, giggling. 

After a few moments, Jeno laughs with you. The prospect of no friends in town seemed unfounded today, for there is a friend for you that has been sitting under your nose this whole time. 

-

You’re sitting cross-legged on your bedroom floor as you organize your colorful array of CDs, different albums you’ve collected through various birthday monies and Christmas gifts. Not only are there CDs, but your shelf is loaded with cassettes. By this point, no one used cassettes anymore, but it was the easiest way to record songs from the tape radio and have to listen. You would simply put the cassette in your tape radio and press the ‘record’ button when radio stations would have their two hours ad free music. A mini cassette of free music was perfect to put in Renjun’s old walkman as you took a jog around the neighborhood. You learned this method two years ago from your father, who used this way to get free music in the ‘80’s, but now, you have a huge collection of songs that have become a pain to oragnize. You’re not exactly good at putting things back in their place, tending to grab your CDs and cassettes, use them, and then discard them on top of the little shelf you have. 

Point is, this is an arduous task. This is why when you hear the phone ring in the living room, you run out to get it. Plus, if you didn’t answer it now, it would be your task to clear out the answering machine at the end of the day. So, now you had one less message to listen and clear out.

When you hold the house phone to your ear, you only hear a monotonous dial tone, signalling that the person hung up. You feel a little suspicious, but think nothing of it; sometimes, neighborhood kids find it funny to dial random numbers and not answering when the person picks up – like virtual ding-dong-ditching. 

But your suspicion proves right when you feel wetness on your head. On the floor of your living room is a deflated balloon, and in your hair, you’re pretty sure it’s water. There’s only one person you think could be behind this, and he slowly comes out from the space he’s hiding in your kitchen. He smirks as he shows you a small corded phone connected to the wall, shaped like a lip (probably Jeno’s sister’s that he stole from her room). Before you can grab him in your kitchen, Jeno is running out onto the street.

“Lee Jeno what the hell?” You screech to the boy running down the street. You don’t bother to take your shoes, only closing the front door to prevent any animals coming into your house to take shelter from this hot weather. The heated pavement sings the soles of your feet as you run, but the feeling doesn’t bother you: you’re on a hot (literally hot) pursuit of Lee Jeno, and in the distance, you can see him. 

“Damn these short legs,” you mutter. You run and you run through the neighborhood. Lee Jeno has you taking sudden turns, trying to get you to break your tail on him, but it’s unsuccessful. Finally when you’re close enough, you spring forward onto Jeno’s back. He sways at the sudden weight, falling to the ground. Thankfully, you’re on grass, which is cooler to the pads of your feet and breaks Jeno’s fall. 

“What was the meaning of this?” You ask, pointing to your dripping head.

“It’s a little something called payback.” He smirks. 

“Hey, there’s a difference,” you start off, “Mine was on accident. It was supposed to hit Renjun. Your’s was on purpose.” You cross your arms, pouting. 

“Well, then this was supposed to teach you not to be mean to your brother.” 

“Siblings in the same age group act like this all the time,” you say. You then put your index to your chin. “At least if you’re like me and Renjun.” If Jeno pulled something like this on his older sister Jihyeon, who is six years older than him, he wouldn’t survive to tell the tale. 

The boy in front of you sucks in a big breath. “Let’s settle this once and for all then,” Jeno says. He comes closer, his body only a few inches from yours. “A game.” He smiles. “I have some water balloons at home. If you win–” 

“You have to give me 20,000 won.” You finish. Jeno raises his eyebrow. “There’s a new Backstreet Boys album I want,” you say. 

“Alright, fine,” Jeno says. “But if you lose,” Jeno stops midway, trying to bite his lower lip in a way to shelter the huge smirk on his face. “You have to clean my car.” 

“Too easy, all I’ll need is a hose,” you wave your hand. 

“Not the outside.” Your eyes widen at this new development. 

“You mean…” 

“Yup. The inside.” You’ve never been in Jeno’s car yourself since mostly when you would hang out with Jeno, it would be with Renjun, which means that you’re using Renjun’s car. But Renjun has told you, pretty infamously, that his car is messy and smells like a giant foot.

“That’s cruel and unusual punishment!” You say. Let’s just say if Renjun thinks it’s smelly, it’s probably smelly. Renjun has been a teenage boy before, and many teenage boys are a species that usually cannot detect the lack of hygiene.  

“Those are the parameters of the game,” Jeno says. “If you resign now, that’s considered a loss, which means you have to clean my car anyway.” 

You flatten your lips. Damn, you’re in a deadlock now. 

“Fine. Game on.” 

-

Lee Jeno destroyed you. But honestly, what else did you expect? Lee Jeno, who has played soccer his whole life and has had plenty of experience with strategy and planning, completely and utterly destroyed you. It wasn’t the smartest idea to go guns-blazing with water balloons at Jeno, but you didn’t have many other choices. Your long-distance aim and contact skills weren’t that good, for you never played “sports,” sports as in competitive sports since you only danced for a couple of years. You did use your surroundings well, hiding behind trees and bushes so you can stalk your way to Jeno, but that only did so much.

So now you are wearing an old T-Shirt and some jeans shorts, opening the front door and performing the ‘walk of shame’ as you walk to Jeno’s house, where boxes of unopened trash bags, air freshener, sponges, and soapy water sit. 

Jeno is only a few feet away from the cleaning materials he left out, sitting on a beach chair.

“Y/N,” Jeno says, waving to you in a friendly way. “Thank God you’re here. I was worried you might happen to forget about the deal. I really need you right now,” Jeno chuckles, “because my mom wanted me to clean my car last week. She said that if I don’t clean my car by tonight, then she’s really gonna give it to me.” 

“Good,” you say, laughing a bit to yourself. “Somebody’s gotta tell you. Back in high school, I was afraid to get in this car, or else I would never be the same again.” 

Scrunching your nose, you peek your head inside Jeno’s car. It’s an old 1984 Nissan 300zx, most likely used because if his parents are anything like your parents (which not so surprisingly, growing up around each other, they are), they would never give their teenage sons brand new cars. The people in your neighborhood certainly aren’t tearing at the seams with money. 

Gulping harshly, you decide to throw whatever junk you find in the car away. You pulled out wrappers, chip bags, old water bottles, and random coins that you pocketed (Jeno let you since even he knows how bad cleaning his car is – which is why he held off on it for so long). Jeno kept you good company, and you found yourself chitchatting with him as you organized every piece of junk in his car in a trash bag.

“Are you liking college so far?” Jeno asks broadly when chatter between you both slowly dies. No response.

“What’s wrong?” Jeno asks. He knows he’s right to think that when it takes you a few minutes to respond, a few moments for your gaze to focus on him.

“College hasn’t been that fun,” you confess to Jeno, the words falling out of your mouth faster than it should. “I haven’t made a lot of friends despite finishing my sophomore year, and my roommate is a pain. Her entire side of the room is so messy and acts like I’m unreasonable. It’s a small space anyway, she should keep it clean!” You huff, scrubbing the cloth seats in Jeno’s car harder. It felt as though a huge weight has been lifted off of your shoulders.

You were surprised that you confessed this to Jeno of all people. When you told Renjun this freshman year, he advised that it would get better after the first semester, and your parents said the same thing, but nothing really changed. You’re going to university on a significant scholarship, and you didn’t want to give that up if you decided to transfer somewhere closer to home, closer to your support network of familiar places and people. Ever since then, you didn’t tell anyone how miserable you were in college.

“Can I make a confession?” Jeno asks suddenly. You were worried that you were being way too personal after Jeno didn’t say anything for a while; after all, Jeno is your brother’s friend and not yours.  

“Shoot,” you say. 

“I didn’t have many friends in college either. Why do you think I always hang out with Renjun every summer?” You’re piling all the trashbags together near the edge of the Lee property for the trash truck to come later today, but hearing this is enough for you to turn around and look at the raven-haired boy quizically. 

“I don’t believe that,” you scoff. “You have teammates and a hundred girls who would tattoo your name on their chests immediately.” 

“They’re just teammates and girls. I got along with my teammates, but I don’t talk to them on a regular basis after graduating college.” Jeno sighs. “And the girls who liked me in college liked me because I was ripped. None of them really wanted to know me personally.”

The silence between you both is deafening. You purse your lips, sympathy in your voice. “I had no idea.”

“Most people don’t,” Jeno says. “I try not to tell everyone this,” he says, a slight humorous lilt in his voice. 

“Those girls missed out,” you say, a soft smile on your face. “You’re hilarious and great to be around.” 

“It seems like I have that effect on the members of the Huang family,” Jeno smiles, any sign of melancholy gone from his face. 

“Say,” you start off, bending down to reach the mat on the car floor. “if I find something I think is of value in this car, then can I keep it?” 

Jeno nods. “Sure, I guess. I can’t imagine what could be of value.” 

“Now I’m 20,000 won richer,” 

Jeno’s back instantly becomes more rigid as he sees you wave a few crumpled bills in the air, almost unrecognizable due to the amount of dust and grime accumulated on it. A couple of coins here and there were tolerable for him to let you keep, but 20,000 won is a lot for loose change in the car. “I tend to find 20,000 won very valuable,” you smile. 

Jeno curses under his breath.  “Touche.” 

“I guess we both won.” You shrug your shoulders, “You’re gonna have a clean car for your mom, and I have enough money to buy that Backstreet Boys album.” 

-

Just the other day, you ran into Taeyong, the owner of the pet shelter you used to volunteer at. You were at the supermarket, picking up some groceries for your parents when you saw the man carefully weighing a bag of Roma tomatoes. Although he is almost five years older than you, it certainly doesn’t seem that way with how youthful his face looked, and when he noticed you putting bananas in your shopping cart, he was glad to see you. You both engaged in pleasant conversation about your lives since you volunteered at his pet shelter, and he mentioned to you that he was short of hands. Recently, a full-time employee quit, and he needed people more than ever. He offered you a job on the spot, and you gladly took it – you needed something to do this summer anyway, and your parents were starting to get a little restless with how much you were at home, revolving your life around TV Guide. 

You had been working for a few days at the store and got to know the two other employees, one of which is Doyoung, who you already knew from your time volunteering at this shelter, and Sungchan, a boy around Jeno’s age who had been working for a year. Compared to the last time you saw this shelter as a senior in high school, not much has changed. The only thing that was different was that the walls were recently wallpapered. 

Taeyong greeted you when you walked in, and you already started following a routine you set up for yourself; the good thing about hiring you was that he didn’t have to teach you much since as a volunteer, you would feed and wash animals a couple of hours a week, which as an employee, that was the same thing on a fuller time basis. In the mornings, you liked to start off walking dogs in the dog walking area on the roof before the sun would shine mercilessly in the afternoon. Carrying a light brown golden retriever puppy named Dasom, you head down the roof stairs back to the lobby, where Jeno is sitting on a hard, metal chair. 

“Jeno?” You ask. “What are you doing here?” You don’t ever remember telling him that you would be here. 

Jeno smiles at you. “Your mom told me I could find you here. And some other guy said you were walking a dog, so he told me to wait here.”

You nod. He must not have meant Doyoung since he would already know him from his time at the pet shelter in high school. “So you must have met Sungchan.”

Jeno shrugs his shoulders. “Yeah, I guess. He said he was going to wash some of the new arrivals.” While speaking, Jeno’s lips curled into a small smile. “Remember when we used to do that?”

“God,” you say, shaking your head. “That was one of the worst jobs.” You said. If there was anything that dogs and cats hated was being in water. New arrivals, especially strays, haven’t been introduced to clean water in a long time and can get especially rowdy since they are also untrained. 

“There was one dog that me, Renjun, and Chenle had to wash, and let’s just say that it looked like we took a bath too!” At this, you both laugh.

You lick your lips, looking at Jeno, good humor in your eyes. “I almost feel bad leaving Sungchan all by himself.” Crossing your arms and leaning your back against the wall, you look at Jeno, your head cocked.

“So what are you really doing here?” 

Jeno looks fondly in the distance. “I think Bongshik needs a new playmate,” you smile at Jeno. For as long as you can remember, Jeno has always been a cat person, and after much convincing, his parents agreed to get him a cat seven years ago. They initially were only getting Jeno the cat to help teach him responsibility, because as a teenage boy, he had none, but slowly, Bongshik grew on them too. Ever since, the Lee family’s soft spot has been Bongshik.

“Do your parents know?” You ask. 

Jeno smiles. “They were the ones who suggested the idea.” As Bongshik grew older, his energy hasn’t quelled, and for the lack of neighborhood cats, he follows the Lee family around everywhere in the house. 

“What breed?” you ask. 

“Maybe a Bengal. I’ve heard that they are energetic.” 

“I think there are some Bengals. Let’s check the back.” You both go into the room adjoining the lobby, where the rescue and stray animals were stored. After a long night with Doyoung yesterday, the cages were cleaned, and all the animals looked happy that it was clean. You both are greeted with excited barks from the dog section of the room, and finally, you approach the cats in another room. Cats of various breeds occupied the segregated space, from Shorthairs to Bobtailed cats. Black, white, gray, and tabbies are all present, and they look at you and Jeno quizically. 

Jeno also observes the felines intently. “Actually, Bongshik is full of energy, so maybe a bit of a quieter playmate to contrast,” Jeno taps his chin, thinking to himself. Some cats wave their tails at Jeno as if wanting his attention while some other cat mothers wrap their tails around their young, protecting them. There are two cats that seem to take his attention, two cats that are sitting together. They don’t appear to have any sort of genetic or familial relationship, for one cat is white with a few specks of black around the ears while the other is a gray tabby with a white chest; they both appear to be Shorthair crossbreeds, though. 

“Can I hold that one?” Jeno says, pointing to the white one with the few black specks. You open the cage with the master key that you have in your pocket, and carefully, you take the cat out of the cage. Jeno has his arms open, so when you place the cat in his arms, he cradles the animal, the most adoring look on his face. The other cat seems to be annoyed and meows a lot, its gaze on the white cat, and the white cat starts meowing back. 

You and Jeno both melt on sight. 

“So cute,” Jeno murmurs, putting the tip of his nose on the crown of the white cat’s head. This cat does not seem to be bothered that it’s being held by Jeno (when most cats take some time getting used to a new human). It is as if they were both destined to meet. This cat does turn to face his companion still in the cage once in a while, still meowing.

“I think this one’s more concerned that its friend is not being held,” you jest. You stand on your tiptoes to grab the other, carefully cradling the tabby in your arms. It starts meowing for its companion, and you face Jeno. 

“This one’s also so cute,” Jeno says longingly. He comes closer to you, bending a little, his face close to the tabby that you’re holding. His smile is wide, his eyes shaped like crescents. Carefully, he holds the white cat with one cradled arm, and with the other, he uses his index and middle finger to pet the other cat. The tabby meows happily. 

As Jeno tries to stand upright again, his head almost bumps your face, but he stops before that, carefully meeting your gaze. For what feels like an eternity, you both stare. Jeno’s eyes are like brown pools, and you notice every detail on his face; how dark and pronounced his eyebrows are compared to his suntanned skin, how pretty his nose looks against his face, the fringe on his forehead that is so close to giving a lovetap to his eyes, how shapely his chin is, a small, stray mustache hair kissing his upper lip… 

His lips. Pursed slightly as he drinks in the sight of the little details of your face as well. They look a little chapped – 

“There you are Y/N! Is that you Jeno?” A familiar voice rings across the large room, and you notice it to be Doyoung. His gaze is focused on you both. You and Jeno immediately stop gazing at each other, as if Doyoung flipped a switch, and you both focus your attention on the raven-haired employee, his hair wet from a fresh shower. He usually comes to work at eleven or noon since he is not a morning person. 

“Yeah, it’s me,” Jeno says, waving before repositioning his other hand to hold the white cat in his arms.

“Long time no see,” Doyoung remarks. “How’s college?” He asks. 

“Graduated in the spring,” Jeno says. “I’m back with my parents now.” He says.

“Oh,” Doyoung says, nodding awkwardly. “Well, if you want a job, the door is always open here. Trust me, we need the help,” Doyoung says. 

“Thanks,” Jeno says, smiling courteously at Doyoung. “I’m actually here to look for another cat. Maybe two,” Jeno looks at you, an eyebrow raised in anticipation. Suddenly, he sneezes. 

“Jeno,” you chastise. “What about your cat allergy?” You suddenly remember. Jeno learned affirmatively after adopting Bongshik that he had a cat allergy, and his sister and parents tried to convince him to give Bongshik back to the shelter, but Jeno vehemently refused. After almost a month of bonding with the feline, he didn’t have the heart to give Bongshik back. Instead, he went to the drug store and got some anti-histamines to suppress his allergies and eventually got more personalized medicine from his doctor. At first, his doctor said the best (and cheapest) course of action would be to return Bongshik, but Jeno just took the prescription and has since then been refilling his prescription on a regular basis. 

“What cat allergy?” Jeno asks, but he sneezes a few times. Cocking your head at the raven-haired boy, you snort.

“That cat allergy?” You say, leaning all your weight on one leg.

“It’s nothing,” Jeno says dismissively. “I’ll ask my doctor. I’ll probably just have to up my dose.”

It was Doyoung’s turn to snort. “Can you really be around three cats every day?” He asks. “The only reason your allergy didn’t get out of control while you were volunteering here was because I kept you with the reptiles.” You nod in agreement. The reptiles were kept in another room on the far side of this shelter, far away from all the cat hair floating around in this room. Jeno, though, still used to sneak a few minutes with the cats. 

“I can be around three cats!” Jeno says defensively. By this time, the white cat is rubbing itself against Jeno’s T-shirt. 

Feeling this, Jeno’s gaze softens, and he smiles at the kitten, whose brown eyes Jeno looks in to. “I am going to name you Seoli,” Jeno says in a soft tone and gazes at the cat in your arms. “And I’m going to name you Nali.”  

“Did your parents agree to two new cats?”

“Well,” Jeno trails off, shrugging his shoulders.

“Lee Jeno!” You say. 

“My parents grew to like Bongshik. They’ll grow to like Seoli and Nali.” Jeno reasons. 

You roll your eyes. Lee Jeno is the only person in the whole world you know who has a cat allergy and still wants three cats. “Lee Jeno, you’re crazy, you know that?” 

-

Seoli and Nali instantly got along with Bongshik. The three of them would sleep together, eat together, and roam the house together, only being apart momentarily. Like Jeno predicted, his parents grew to like the addition of Seoli and Nali to the family. 

Hearing about the new cats from you, Renjun would visit Jeno, and you would come along with them and play with all three cats. Renjun started joking that you two started being best friends without him and that you were leaving him in the dust. 

Renjun started a new job as a paralegal and became busier than ever; he was working to save enough money to live in an apartment closer to the law firm he worked at, which is forty-five minutes away from your house. The commute itself was tiring and he was working extra hard to get along with his coworkers, going to events, and establishing contacts.

Like many weekends, this weekend Renjun was hanging out with a few coworkers at a party at one of their houses, and normally, you didn’t mind this, only joking to him that he only came home to eat and sleep. 

In mid-July, without fail, you and Renjun would always go to the beach, ever since he was old enough to drive; it was valuable “sibling time” that your parents supported and even suggested; as teenagers, you didn’t always get along, and your parents wanted you both to establish a close relationship because sibling relationships were the only life-long relationships.

This weekend, Renjun was busy, and for the next few weekends, he would be catching up with old friends and would even go on a few dates, for his dating life was pretty sparse with how busy college was. You were hoping that Renjun could blow someone off and come with you and not break the tradition, but your hopes did nothing to change reality after Renjun told you about his plans and apologized that he wouldn’t be able to come to the beach with you.

So you decided, if you can’t bring your brother to the beach, bring your brother’s best friend. 

At 7 AM on a Saturday, you knock on Jeno’s door, a few doors from your house, dressed in a casual T-Shirt and jeans shorts. You’re ready to go, without a doubt in your mind that Jeno won’t come. 

Jeno answers the door, rubbing his eyes. From the looks of the dark house, Jeno’s parents aren’t awake. As a means to hold himself up, Jeno leans against the door. He’s dressed in long pajama bottoms and a black T-shirt (that is littered with Seoli’s white cat hair). The white, spotted cat follows Jeno to the door, sitting a few feet away from the living room couch. 

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asks, his voice heavy with drowsiness. 

“We’re going to the beach, obviously,” you say matter-of-fact, in a voice that Jeno didn’t look like he wanted to argue with. He knew that you were hurting because Renjun couldn’t come with you to the beach any time soon, so he was ready to be called to go to the beach. 

“Right now?” 

“Yes right now. Don’t you remember that Renjun and I would leave early in the morning to get a head start to the beach?” The closest beach to your house is two hours away, and being landlocked during the college semester makes you restless for the yearly summer beach trip as well. 

“Yeah I know but–” 

“No ‘buts,’” you interrupt. “If we leave now, then we get the whole day at the beach. Be ready in thirty minutes.” 

Jeno acknowledges with a sleepy grunt before closing the door, and you head back to your house to eat breakfast. If you left hungry, then you would be tempted to stop along the way for snacks, making the drive longer. So you ate a hearty bowl of oatmeal, a banana, and drank a glass of water before seeing Jeno standing at your door twenty-five minutes later with one of his sister’s peach-colored tote bags hanging on his shoulder, in casual shorts and a T-shirt, and a navy colored cap covering his black hair. You already had your things ready in a bag next to the dining room table, and you carry your bag and exit out the front door, saying a quick goodbye to your parents. 

Out on the porch, you jog across the driveway to Jeno, and your parents wave to him. “Have fun guys,” they chorus, smiling. You roll your eyes. 

“It’s like they’re leaving us on a playdate,” you say, and Jeno smiles, the tiredness in his eyes long gone. 

“Want to ride in my car? After all, it’s clean now,” Jeno says. You sigh, but it’s not exasperated or tired. 

“I should know,” you say. 

Jeno’s Nissan sits in its usual place on the driveway, and Jeno takes his keys from his pocket, unlocking the car. As you both load your bags onto the back seat, you breathe in the air. “Minty fresh,” you smile, looking at the tree-shaped car freshener hanging on the rearview mirror. “You better keep this car clean because I am not cleaning it again,” you threaten, pointing your finger accusingly. 

“I pinky promise,” Jeno says, he extends his hand, his pinky out, and you grasp it with your pinky, pinkies locking as well as your gazes.  

Jeno’s hands are way softer than you expected.

The pinky promise lasts way longer than you expected, with you quickly pulling away and getting into the front passenger seat of the car. Jeno hops in the driver’s seat, and the car starts. 

Jeno’s driving is smooth, and through the window, you admire the scenery. You pull out of your neighborhood, driving on local roads for a good few minutes, and you admire the beautiful scenery of houses, shrubs, and picket fences before getting on the highway. Now, cars are zooming past you both, of all sorts of shapes and colors, minivans to sport cars, black, white, gray, and silver. 

“Turn on some music,” Jeno prompts. It’s easy to get distracted on the road, not by external forces such as a random bird flying by, but from the lull of the car when driving on the highway – when driving on the highway, the roads look the same, a cause for boredom and tiredness. The steady humming of Jeno’s car is particularly relaxing on this early morning. 

“I thought you would never ask,” you say, in a voice that sounds mischievous. You twist your body to reach the back of the car, and you reach into your bag, fishing for something. When you pull it out, Jeno rolls his eyes. 

“Seriously?” Jeno groans. 

“What? You said you wanted music,” you say defensively. 

“I didn’t mean the Backstreet Boys.”

You don’t listen to him and instead press the ‘CD media’ button on the front dashboard and insert your CD. The music is catchy, and you hum along to the songs that you’ve loved, namely ‘I’ll never break your heart’ and ‘Everybody.’

“I’ll never understand girls. I mean, what’s the appeal of boybands anyway?” Jeno says after some time. 

“It’s the group dynamic, the interactions, the teamwork, and the songs are catchy as –” you stop yourself, cocking your head at Jeno. “Are you nodding along?” 

“N-No,” Jeno stutters, purposely keeping his gaze fixed on the road so he doesn’t have to face you. 

“Admit it,” you say, a smug look on your face. “You like it.” 

“No, I don’t” Jeno argues. 

“Yes, you do,” you argue back. 

“No I don’t,” Jeno repeats. 

You snort at this. “Look at us, we sound like two five-year-olds.” 

“I think,” Jeno says with a joking lilt, “that we sound like an old married couple.” 

“That too.” You look at the boy, an eyebrow arched.

After a few moments of silence, Jeno changes the topic. “I’m hungry,” he says. “Let’s get some instant ramen.” 

“Where’s the microwave, genius?”

Jeno pouts. “Fast food?” 

“We’re gonna be there in like fifteen minutes. I have some snacks in my bag.” Once again, you reach for the back of the car, fishing inside the tote bag for a bag of Cheetos.

“Here,” you say, holding the bag towards him.

“I’m driving, genius,” he says, emphasizing the last part in a mocking tone. You roll your eyes. 

“I guess you’re gonna have to feed me,” Jeno says.

“Seriously?” You groan. 

“Yes. If I could open the bag with my eyes and feed the Cheetos with some mad telekinesis, then I would.” 

“Well, you would have to keep your eyes on the road, so you still couldn’t do that either.” Jeno grunts at your response, and you silently feel a small victory winning this conversation.

You open the bag and take a Cheeto in your left hand. Jeno opens his mouth, and you place the piece in his mouth. He crunches on it, and when you see his Adam’s apple move as he swallows the snack, you reach in and grab another piece. On and on this pattern goes until there are no Cheetos left in the bag, and at the final time you drop a piece of the snack in his mouth, he playfully clamps down on your fingers. 

“Jeno!” You exclaim. 

Jeno has a youthful, playful look on his face. “That’s what you get for forcing me to listen to this crap.” 

“You like it too!” 

Jeno rolls his eyes. “Here we go again.” 

-

The rest of the car ride is filled with laughs, as though you were supposed to bring Jeno along to the beach this year instead of Renjun. The beach is filled with people wanting to soak up some sun, children playing games, and surfers swimming in the water. Luckily, there’s enough beach for everyone; the sands on this beach are well-maintained, and they go on for miles.

Suddenly, you grab the boy’s wrist, and Jeno looks surprised, a cute doe-like expression on his face (Jeno has the most beautiful, expressive eyes). 

“Come on,” you say, a wide smile on your face. “I’ll show you a nice spot.” 

Together, the two of you are lugging your tote bags across the beach, careful not to step on anyone being buried in sand or children playing games or other people sunbathing. It’s like the sand wants to absorb your feet, which is why your steps are labored, along with the load you are carrying.

The spot you take Jeno is more secluded, with sparse surfers coming about here and there. It’s next to a jagged, gray peak, perfect for divers. The small pieces of eroding rocks falling to the water make it less kid-friendly, but it’s still a good spot if you want to relax and get away from the noise. Right here is where you decide to set up, a few yards from the shore where the cold seawater can’t touch you. 

Carefully, you unpack your tote bag, set up your beach towel, and place a book on the sand. The beach was always a way for you and Renjun to relax together, talk about updates in your lives, and strengthen your relationship. But sometimes you both liked to sit in silence, enjoying each other’s company while enjoying the words of an author, the introverts you both are.

Before sitting down, you also take off your T-shirt and shorts, revealing a navy, strappy bikini underneath. Picking up your book, you open it to the first page and sit down. Next to you, Jeno takes off his shirt, revealing toned abs. (What did you expect? He plays soccer). You don’t want to admit that your attention on your book is long gone. 

When Jeno catches you staring, an immediate flare of heat hits your face, and you quickly try to bring your attention back to your book, starting at the first sentence. You’re unable to keep focus anymore, just re-reading the same sentence at least five times because your brain is too distracted to understand the sentence. 

“You don’t have to look away,” Jeno teases. “Every girl wants a look at Jenabs.” 

“That’s what you’re calling it? Jenabs?” 

“Yes. Is there a problem?” Jeno asks. 

“Obviously. It sounds so self-centered,” you huff. 

“You’re just lashing out because I caught you red-handed.” 

“Maybe you’ll get a red hand to your pretty face,” you challenge, a humorous look in your eyes. 

“Ah,” Jeno says thoughtfully. “You think I’m pretty?” 

Another hot flare hits your cheeks, with the heat of a thousand suns. “No,” you say. 

“Yes,” Jeno counters. 

“No,” you repeat, this time more confident. By this time, you both are gazing at each other intently in silence, until suddenly, you start laughing. Jeno does too. It was one of those times when the moment seemed so serious, but the argument was just so silly.

“Just admit that you think I’m attractive,” Jeno says simply. 

“Every girl with a pulse thinks you’re hotter than a sidewalk in August.” You deadpan. 

“I don’t care what they think,” Jeno says suddenly. You quirk an eyebrow at this statement. Quickly, Jeno recovers himself. “I care about what you think.” He smiles. “You’re the only person I’ve known that hasn’t ever brought up my looks.” 

“Why should I?” You shrug your shoulders. “You know you’re hot.” At this you and Jeno laugh again together, but after a few moments, Jeno stops laughing. 

“So you admit it?” Jeno asks curiously. 

“Yes, I do.” You say sighing, hating that you’re giving him this victory. “Lee Jeno, you’re one of the most attractive men I’ve seen in my whole life,” you vow. “Now, can I get back to my book?” You ask. 

“Fine.” Jeno obliges. He sits down on his towel laid out beside yours, lying down on his back as you read your book. His gaze changes from the ocean’s waves licking the sandy shores to the side of your face. You’re maybe a chapter in when Jeno interrupts your train of thought. 

“Are you really gonna be reading the whole time?” Jeno whines. “I didn’t bring anything to do because I thought we were gonna go in the water.” 

“Th-The water?” You ask. You look at Jeno as if he grew a second head. 

“Yes, water. We’re at the beach per your request. Remember?” Jeno says slowly. 

“Yeah, but I didn’t think–” 

“You didn’t think about swimming at the beach?” Jeno asks incredulously. 

“No,” you respond, your voice small. 

“You’re literally wearing a swimsuit,” Jeno points out. 

“Yeah, but that’s just to get a good tan,” you say. Now that you say it out loud, it does sound kind of ridiculous that you didn’t even make plans about getting in the water today. “And plus,” you say a bit awkwardly. “I don’t really know how to swim.” 

It seems as though Jeno’s eyes are about to bulge out of his face. “You’ve been coming to this beach for years, and you don’t know how to swim?”

“I never really learned how. I mean, I did, but I wasn’t very good, and I’m super out of practice. I usually just come here to read or admire the scenery – Jeno!” You exclaim. Jeno snatches the book out of your hand and places it on the towel. He’s strong enough to hoist you up, and you’re left with no choice but to jog along with him to the edge of the shore, kicking up mounds of sand; you have a stinking suspicion about what he’s going to do. 

“Today’s the day I’m gonna teach you how to swim.” He says.

“B-But,” you stutter, struggling for words. Jeno doesn’t look like he’ll take no for an answer. 

“I promise I won’t let go of you, and we won’t go far from the shore.” He says, his gaze sincere. “Let’s start off with floating. Spread your arms out and kick your feet up. Act as though you want to lie down on the water like it’s sand. Like this.” Jeno demonstrates, going slightly away from the shore and deeper in the water, leaving you knee-deep, standing on the wet sand underfoot. Once Jeno has floated for a few seconds, he positions himself upright, everything except his neck and face submerged in water as he swims towards you, walking the last few steps to you. 

“Now you try.” You look a little nervous but follow what Jeno says. You kick your feet up and try to treat the water like it’s the sand you rest your towel against; Jeno’s hand is on the small of your back as he holds you up. You’re not used to the feeling of water in your ears, and you’re struggling to stay afloat as you accidentally breathe in water. Hearing you cough, Jeno sets you upright, and you cough up the salty water. 

“I don’t like,” you say between coughs. “The water in my ears. It keeps going in.”

“Trust me when I say that when you don’t want water to go in your ears and nose, it doesn’t. When you are thinking about water going into your ears and nose, it does. Now, let’s try again.” 

“No,” you whine. “I don’t like swimming.” 

“Please?” Jeno asks. “For me? After all, you did drag me out here so early.”

“Fine.” You relent. 

“Like I said,” Jeno chides, “Kick up your feet and lie on the water like it’s sand. Don’t struggle too much right now. Unless you don’t think about the water around your ears and nose, it won’t go in.”

You repeat what you did earlier, kicking up your feet and lying on the water like it’s sand. This time you don’t move a muscle. You let the gentle low-tide waves of the water kiss your skin and wash over you again before it’s exposed to the refreshingly cool ocean breeze again. Jeno’s hand is against the small of your back as he leads you to deeper waters. 

“What are you doing?” You ask. 

“Floating is all the same. If you can float in knee-deep water, you can float in deeper water.” Jeno looks into your eyes. “Don’t worry, I still won’t let go.” 

You don’t struggle against the water, and when you’re in the deeper water, Jeno helps bring you upright on the water. This time, your feet are unable to touch the ocean floor, and before the panic can settle in your eyes, Jeno is holding your waist. 

“Upright floating works the same way. Don’t struggle. Hold your head up high.” You follow as Jeno says and observes how he does it. Jeno slowly takes his hands away from your waist and holds your arm instead. Slowly, he lets go, and here you are in front of him, swimming; you’re pretty amazed too. 

“Oh my God, I’m doing it!” You say excitedly. Jeno shares your excitement. 

“I know. To think you wanted to give up,” Jeno shakes his head. 

Your bodies are close, so close that you can feel Jeno’s breath on your nose. Jeno looks almost angelic with the way the salty water glistens against his face as if his skin is made of diamonds. His jet-black hair is stuck to his forehead, and your hair is in thick, salty strands, but the moment still feels perfect; the shouting of children in the distance doesn’t bother either of you.

You almost want to ki– 

Suddenly, you’re taken out of your thoughts when a splash of cold water hits your face. Jeno has already swum a few feet away, the culprit of the cold splash on your face. 

“Tag! You’re it!” He says in between giggles.

“Jeno!” You exclaim, trying your best to swim and splash him. 

He’s the most handsome, adorable dork you’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. 

-

Every summer, city council organized a summer concert series held at the local park. They mostly featured student bands, cover bands, and lots of vendors. But most importantly: they were free. 

The one happening tonight was the last one of this year’s series, and there would be fireworks. You hadn’t been able to attend the last few summer concerts because of your growing responsibilities at the pet shelter; you were becoming pet manager, a position where you would inventory what animals were available to adopt, and the numbers were changing every day. Also, Doyoung had gone on vacation along with many of the volunteers, so you, Taeyong, and Sungchan were left to cover for them. 

Tonight though, you were given the day off, so you decided to see if Jeno was free to go to the concert with you.

You tell your mother your intentions, and when you’re done talking, she gives you a sly look. 

“You’ve been hanging out with Jeno a lot recently. Is there something I should know about?” She asked. She doesn’t ask this in a condescending, strict-parent tone, but of one as a friend. For the most part, your mother was always the woman you came clean to and got advice from; there were truely only minal secrets you kept from her. 

“Yeah Y/N, is there something we should know about?” Renjun asks. 

Renjun. For a while, you had completely forgotten about him. He had started getting suspicious recently that you were harboring feelings for his long-time best friend. After the beach trip, he started getting suspicious, but he had been too busy to do anything about it, only sulking in the corner thinking about it.

You had to admit that you had a little crush on Jeno, in that every time you thought about him, your heart started racing in an exhilarating way. Maybe when Renjun was around, you weren’t as slick as you thought you were. “No,” you say, a little quieter than you meant for it to be. You clear your throat, making your voice louder. “Nothing’s going on. Jeno’s always available to hang out, which is why I’m hanging out with him.” 

Your mother doesn’t say anything, knowing Renjun is in the room. Most likely, Renjun was worried that if you and Jeno got into a relationship, it would mess up the long-time friendship they had, and if you broke up, it would be even worse. You understood his sentiment, but it’s not like Jeno likes you back… 

Right?

The way he looked at you, the way that when you talked, he was fully attentive, his soft, expressive eyes reacting, listening to every word you say.

That’s just because you guys have become good friends, right? 

(A part of you wishes that it isn’t). 

You’re wearing your standard summer uniform of daisy dukes and a T-shirt when you walk up to Jeno’s house and the door opens before you knock. Jeno is standing at the entrance of his house, already dressed in shorts and a sleeveless shirt, showing off his strong arms. 

“Jeno,” you say. “Do you want to go to the summer concert together?” You ask. 

“Actually,” Jeno says shyly. “I was gonna ask you the same thing.” 

“Great.” Jeno invites you in and asks if you want anything. You said you would just have some water. He pours you a glass before heading to his room to grab a towel and some bug spray. Stepping outside, you both spray yourselves, and when he goes back inside to put the bug spray away, he tells his parents that he’s going to be out and will be back before ten. 

The park is a short drive from your neighborhood, and it is just as scenic as you remembered it to be. It’s about sixty-something acres filled with walking trails that loop around your city, which city council has tried hard to have more “green” city planning, rather than letting this place become a concrete jungle. 

In this park, there is lots of green space for people to lay their towels across the grass and enjoy the music. Most of the people here are young parents with budding families, in which a family-friendly free concert with a packed picnic and fireworks is the perfect summer activity. There are also older people like you and Jeno, showing up to the concert today because they were bored. The beginning of August signaled to high schoolers the start of school, and to college people that they would be moving back to their dorms soon. Either way, the park is packed. Tonight isn’t as hot and stuffy as most nights, which also accounts for why there are so many people here tonight. 

“What’s the theme for this concert?” You ask Jeno when you hop out of his car. 

“‘70’s American rock,” he says.

“Fun,” you say. You weren’t an avid rocker, but you turn on the oldies radio station, you didn’t mind listening to a few rock songs. “It’s better than working at the pet shelter every single night.” Jeno laughs. You loved your job more than anything, but you wanted a semblance of work-life balance. 

“Now I’m glad I didn’t take up Doyoung’s offer immediately,” Jeno says. 

“It isn’t usually this bad,” you say. “It’s just that Taeyong and many volunteers are on vacation, and I’m being given more responsibilities.” 

“Maybe I could come in and volunteer just to help you out,” Jeno says wistfully. “I’ll have to find time in my schedule,” he jokes. 

You raise a brow at the boy. “In your schedule of doing nothing?” You snort. 

“It’s not nothing,” Jeno counters. “I’m just relaxing before finding a job. Jobs are going to be there after I take a little break from college,” he says. Renjun wouldn’t ever be caught saying something like this. For him, it’s always one thing onto the next. Renjun is a restless man, and taking a break without a job would drive him crazy. 

While Renjun is ridiculously Type A, Jeno is the opposite. He’s used to opportunities coming to him, believing that everything has a way of working out in the end. It’s crazy how the two have managed to be friends with such vastly different outlooks on life. 

You drop the topic, opting to lay out the towel that Jeno brought. There’s enough space for both of you to fit… but tightly. Even though you’re wearing bug spray, the sharp, freshly cut grass makes your skin feel itchy. 

“I guess we’re gonna have to sit like this,” you say a little awkwardly. Jeno turns to face you, his face only inches from yours; your arms brush Jeno’s biceps, and you feel your throat become dry. 

“Yeah,” he says softly. No witty reply. 

The silence between you is broken by the cheers of the audience. The performers are here. 

“What’s up Neo City?” The head performer asks the audience. He’s a man in his mid to late twenties, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans. Cheers are the response, filling the air. 

“We’re Neo Culture Tech, and today we’re going to be performing some covers to end Neo City’s 1997 Summer Concert Series! We hope you enjoy the performance!” The man stops talking, and the park erupts with cheers.

The first note is played on the piano, followed by the addition of drums and electric guitar. The songs go on one by one, and Neo Culture Tech plays popular songs by the Eagles, ACDC, Fleetwood Mac, and Def Leopard. Parents are dancing with smaller children, singing along to the songs they listened to in grade school, while younger people sit on their towel and jam out to the songs less physically. 

You and Jeno are bobbing your heads together to the music, stealing glances at one another. Jeno was able to sing along a little to ‘Shoot to Thrill’ and ‘Gold Dust Woman,’ while you were able to sing along to ‘Witchy Woman’ and ‘Hotel California’ after memorizing the lyrics so long ago. As the guy who was playing the guitar played the guitar solos for ‘Hotel California,’ people cheered. 

“Before we start the fireworks show, I’d like to end off with a banger. Everyone stand up and find a partner to dance with!” the lead singer said. With that, the band started the chords for ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’ by Def Leopard.

Jeno looks at you, a wry smile on his face. “Would you care to dance with me, partner?” He asks, holding out his elbow. You loop your arm in his. 

“Of course.” 

By this time, more of the younger people were standing up, dancing with their friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, or wives. You and Jeno were dancing, not caring how you looked, your hands clasping and unclasping as Jeno twirled you around to the rock song. You both sing along to the song, knowing the famous song. 

When the song ends, you’re out of breath, your chest against Jeno’s, but Jeno doesn’t look very tired; there’s only a small drop of sweat pooling at his forehead, and he’s able to control his breathing. While the crowd screams, cheering for the band that just performed, you and Jeno are in your own world. 

You feel like you know what Jeno’s thinking. 

Slowly, you start leaning in, and Jeno follows your example. Before long, your lips land on his. You only want it to be a peck, but your body refuses to listen to your brain, so here you were, for what feels like centuries kissing Jeno. You weren’t going to struggle against your feelings anymore, you were going to float like you were at the beach.

Kissing your brother’s best friend. 

Kissing the guy that all the girls in high school drooled over, the guy that got so many sports scholarship offers, the guy that many thought was infallible. 

But he’s just Jeno, the adorable dork who’s stuck with your brother for almost their whole lives through thick and thin. 

The adorable dork that you’ve helplessly fallen in love with.

Reluctantly, you both pull away, your breaths hitting each others’ noses. You’re almost to scared to look Jeno in the eye.

You just changed everything. 

While you’re too busy not looking at Jeno, he takes your chin with his thumb and forefinger and tilts your gaze upward, to look at him. 

When you look into his beautiful brown eyes, you realize that you didn’t change everything with one kiss. The feelings were always there. While you were slowly falling for Jeno, Jeno started slowly falling for you.

“I-I think I’m in love with you,” Jeno says, his voice unsure, lacking that cocky athlete tone that’s synonymous with Lee Jeno. While one hand remained holding your chin up to face him, the other hand was on your waist.

You didn’t think you ever wanted him to stop touching you. 

“No,” he corrects himself, clearing his thoat. Seconds felt like hours, and your heart is racing like crazy.

“I know I’m in love with you.” 

You think the loud beating sound is just your heart, but when you look up, the black sky is filled with color, expressive fireworks shining before dissipating. Red, orange, blue, and purple fill the sky before gray smoke settles and floats away. The park is oddly quiet while at least two hundred people enjoy the fireworks and are held by their boyfriends or girlfriends. You look up with Jeno in the same position you were, his arm still on your faces close. Your jaw is close to touching his collar bone, your nose almost touching his neck. 

“I love you too.” 

-

It’s probably one in the morning right now. 

Ever since you and Jeno confessed your feelings, all you were doing was hiding your feelings around your family. You didn’t want Renjun finding out about your relationship just yet, and Jeno had the same idea. You and Jeno wouldn’t advertise to your families that you were hanging out, and most of the time, you met up at the pet shelter, where Doyoung was the only one who knew about the true nature of your relationship (after the unfortunate man walked in on you two making out in the janitor’s closet). You and Jeno forced him to promise that he wouldn’t tell anyone or even give any hints if he ran into your families; in small towns like yours, word travels fast.

Other than seeing Jeno at the animal shelter, you would sneak Jeno into your bedroom at night. A little part of you thrived from the danger you felt, doing something secret and slightly forebidden (nothing this exhilarating ever happened to you in high school or in college). You live in a one-story bungalow (like all the houses in your neighborhood), and your parents’ room is on the other side of your room, with the kitchen separating your rooms. 

However, only a wall was separating you from Renjun’s room. You think you’re safe right now since through the paper-thin walls, you can hear Renjun soundly snoring to himself. The iceing on the cake was that Renjun is a light sleeper. 

You hear a knock on your window, and you look to see that it’s Jeno. You’re in your pajamas, just a shirt with some pajama shorts, and you get off your bed, systematically opening the latch to your window. Pushing the window, it opens now, and Jeno opens it a little wider, enough for you to let him in. 

He’s dressed in a T-shirt, sweatpants, and red, drugstore flipflops. He rubs his arm a little bit, a small scowl on his face. 

“You should really trim that rose bush,” Jeno says softly, his gaze following to the rosebush that is near your window. Outside your window, you had a good view of the garden, and your mother took great pain to maintain that garden; your father often joked that it was her third child. For Jeno to get access to your window, he would have to wade through all the plants and flowers, careful not to step on anything because your mom would notice the next day. “I think it roughed me up pretty good.” 

“Let me see,” you whisper, pulling his arm. In the minimal light that came from the almost full moon outside, you’re able to see clearly. It’s just a little scratch, that was slowly turning into a red line. No blood. 

“You’ll live,” you say rolling you eyes. Sometimes Lee Jeno was the most dramatic guy that you’ve ever met.

Jeno pouts. “I think I would feel better if you kissed it,” he suggests.

You heave a sigh. “I swear to God,” you mutter. You lean foreward, pressing your lips against his arm. “That better?” You ask, crossing your arms and leaning your weight to one leg. 

“How about one here?” He asks, pointing to his lips. 

You laugh a little to yourself. “Greedy little–” 

Jeno interrupts you. “Don’t act like you don’t want to.” 

Standing on your toes, you lean in, your nose touching Jeno’s for a brief moment before your lips collide. Jeno’s hands gravitate towards your waist as he tries to push you against the nearest wall. He pushes you to the wall with the window he climbed into your room with. There’s only a narrow gap of space between the edge of the window and the bookshelf that houses all of your albums. He pushes you there, his knee finding its place between you legs. He grunts a little as his lips trail from your mouth to your chin to your neck. He slides you against the wall, your elbow hitting the edge of your bookshelf, and something goes flying off of the top of your bookshelf.

Immediately, you and Jeno jump apart at the noise when the object hits the floor. You’re thankful that the carpet muffles the sound, but it’s still audible since it hit the edge of the wooden door. You bend down to examine the fallen object, realizing that it’s just a snowglobe. You pick it up, putting it on your desk instead. No one stirs. Renjun is still in his room snoring. 

“We’re supposed to be quiet!” You whisper loudly, putting your index finger to your lips. 

“I’m sorry!” Jeno apologises. 

“God, you lumber around my room like you haven’t been here before,” you joke. “How about let’s go into the bed where there’s less chance of making a noise.”

Jeno quickly agrees, and you both go into your bed, under the covers. Jeno’s arms find their place around you once more, and you put your head on Jeno’s chest, feeling his heartbeat. Jeno kisses the top of your head. After a few moments of lying like this in silence, your lips find Jeno’s again. You’re on top of him, him straddling your hips, but quickly, it turns into him on top of you. You both kiss each other with a new kind of fervor, but Jeno pulls away. “How long are we going to be doing this?” He asks. “I don’t know about you, but this whole sneaking around thing is getting kind of old. I just want to call you my girlfriend in front of people.”

You kiss him. “Just until I get the chance to tell Renjun.” You say. “I have a speech prepared.” You clear you throat, shifting your position in bed so you can face your boyfriend. In the dim light in which you can barely see Jeno, you can imagine his beautiful features, barely believing that you are his girlfriend. “I love Jeno, Jeno loves me, we want to be together, and you can’t do anything about it.” Jeno waits for more. 

“That’s it?” He asks.  

You shrug your shoulders. “What else am I supposed to say?” 

Jeno smiles. He finds directness to be one of your most endearing qualities. You aren’t scared to say what’s on your mind, even if it’s controversial. He puts a hand on your cheek and brings you closer to him, kissing you again. His lips smack against your’s and you’re pretty sure you can hear audible popping sounds every time you both mutually pull away for air, only meaning to come back. 

When he pulls away, Jeno says. “Y/N, you should at least be a bit more considerate to his feelings. This is going to be a big change for him.” Jeno reasons. 

You seemed to like the exact opposite of what Jeno sees in you. You liked the way he considered everyone, and although it sometimes makes it seems like he is a people-pleaser, people who are the most considerate to others’ feelings when it doesn’t align with their own are the people who are the peacemakers, the role models, the people who rule the world. 

While you were the fire, Jeno was the water, who made you see reason. And your directness teaches Jeno to stand up for himself. 

“I know, but if Renjun can’t accept it, then he needs to grow up.” 

“I don’t think Renjun wants to grow up.” 

After you hear the new voice, the lights turn on, and you and Jeno immediately jump apart to opposite sides of your twin bed (but it’s not possible without your bodies still touching). This only gives the onlooker a better view of the two parties involved. When you and Jeno finally decide to face the onlooker, you realize that it’s Renjun in his pajamas. He wasn’t wearing his contacts, but he doesn’t need them to recognize the two most important people in his life. His arms are crossed as he examines both you and Jeno, and together, you both struggle for an explanation.

“Surprise?” You and Jeno chorus together. 

-

PRESENT DAY

Eventually, Renjun got over it. Or else, he wouldn’t have been able to give such a wonderful best man speech. 

That’s right. After years of dating which helped you realize that no one was more perfect for you than Jeno, you and Jeno decided to get married in 2003 after you both were settled in your careers. Jeno, after a few months of relaxation, got a job at a marketing firm, and he worked his way up to become a lead account manager. You, after earning your degree in accounting, worked at a firm for a few years before quitting and becoming the book keeper at Taeyong’s pet shelter, which now you owned. Taeyong moved to his mother’s paid-off house in Seoul to take care of his aging mother, so he stepped down and gave you ownership of his beloved pet shelter. He now worked at his mother’s supermarket and visited you often.

Sometimes, it amazed you how far society has gone since your childhood. You would never have dreamed of touch-screen cell phones with the power of a full-sized computer or your fridge making grocery lists for you. It was convenient and fascinating, but at other times, this new world scared you; only recently has it been confirmed that your phone is listening to you and people are selling your online data.

“Kids, dinner!” You shouted up the stairs. Just after you were married, you became pregnant with your daughter, and five years later, your son came along. 

“Coming,” your daughter Yoona said. 

“Yeah!” Your son Hyuckjae yelled from his room. That wasn’t really an answer, leaving you signing by the kitchen. 

Jeno is already sitting at the table, eating the meal that you prepared. It wasn’t that complicated, just some fried rice with some vegetables and meat, as well as potato soup since you were tired after your long day at work. You sat at the table next to your husband, and you know you don’t have to call for your children again when you hear thundering down the stairs. Yoona’s phone is glued to her hands, while Hyunjae finds his position next to Jeno. The food is on the table, but only three of you are eating; Yoona’s food remains untouched as she sits down and keeps her attention only on her phone, not acknowledging the presence of her family.

“Yoona!” You say, snapping in front of her face. Only when you put your hand between her phone did she actually look at you. 

“What do you want mom?” She says, exasperated. 

“Aren’t you going to eat your food?” 

“Yeah,” she replies, “In a little bit,” Almost immediately, she only looks back at your phone. 

“Yoona, put the phone away.” 

“That’s right honey,” a new voice interjects, and it’s Jeno. “Put your phone away. We want to have a conversation.” Jeno adds. 

“About what?” Yoona asks. She finally puts her phone down and looks at you both. “Are you guys having a midlife crisis?”

“Midlife –” Jeno stops. 

“We’re not even that old yet!” You exclaim.

“Yeah Yoona,” Hyuckjae adds. 

“Shut up Hyuckjae,” Yoona says, her voice snarky. “Buttering up to Mom and Dad isn’t going to get you a phone.” 

“Says who?” Hyuckjae argues back. “Mom and Dad didn’t say anything.” 

“Hyuckjae, you’re not getting a phone,” you say stubbornly. 

“Oh come on, Mom!” Hyunjae whines. “I’m the only eighth grader without a phone!” Hyuckjae counters. 

“Me and your father didn’t have a phone at your age. You’ll live.” 

“That’s because you guys lived in the stone ages.” 

Jeno scoffs. “The ‘90’s weren’t even that long ago.” 

Yoona cocks her head. “The ‘90’s are in history books now.” 

You and Jeno both look at each other, but Yoona continues. “The ‘90’s were like thirty years ago.” 

You knew that time had passed, but it never really occurred to you the quantifiable number of years; someone born in 1990 is in their thirties now. You vividly remember 1990, being a thirteen year old. Jeno was fifteen. You wonder how he’s feeling. 

“That doesn’t change why you should have a phone, Hyuckjae,” you say. 

“What about schoolwork? I’ll be in high school in the fall.” 

“You can use the family computer.” Hyuckjae groans; the desktop in the computer room right off the entrance of your’s and Jeno’s suburban home (originally the formal dining room) is a Windows 8.1, and somewhat slow. 

“Hyuckjae, we’ll get you a phone your first month of freshman year, just like your mom and I agreed on.” Jeno says cooly. “That’s when Yoona got her first phone.” 

Hyunjae grunts. “But that’s so long from now.” 

Noticing how the conversation mainly was between you, Jeno, and Hyunjae, Yoona gestures to pick up her phone when you point at her. 

“Don’t even think about picking up that phone right now, young lady,” you say pointedly, and Yoona’s hands immediately back away. 

“Right that conversation we’re going to have,” Jeno says, redirecting the topic. “How was everyone’s day?” 

“That’s the conversation you want to have?” Yoona says. 

“Yeah, what’s wrong with it?” You ask, defending Jeno. 

“Nothing…” Yoona trails away. 

“I’ll start,” you say. “I had an overall good day. Taeyong gave me an extra 15% off groceries instead of 10%.” It was incredibly convenient that Taeyong’s mother’s supermarket was only eight miles from the pet shelter. 

“Nice,” Jeno says, smiling in that same boyish eyesmile that you fell in love with all those years ago. “I had an average day. It would have been good, but the coffee machine in the cafeteria broke,” Jeno sighs.

You and Jeno both turn to look at Yoona. “I had a good day, I guess. I got a 100 on my calculus test.” 

“Great job!” Jeno says. You reach over to rub Yoona’s shoulders. 

“You see? I told you it would benefit to go to calculus tutoring,” you say. 

“Hyuckjae? How was your day?” Jeno asks. 

“Not good. You guys aren’t getting me a phone.” 

“We just said we would!” You exclaim. “When you’re a freshman.” 

Hyuckjae grunts at this and stands up, heading towards the sink to clear the remnants on his plate. You didn’t realize that Yoona and Hyukcjae had been eating particularly fast tonight, evident by their nearly empty dishes.

“I’m going to the computer room,” he says, not waiting for a response when he leaves. Shortly after, Yoona is done with her food. After rinsing her plate, she leaves it in the sink and snatches her phone off of the dining room table (as if you were going to take it and look at the texts on the notification bar). 

“I’m going to my room,” she says. She waits for you to say a resigned ‘okay,’ and she heads up the stairs, sparing no time to look at her phone.

“What could be so important that she can barely stay a free moment without her phone?” You voice to your husband. You and Jeno are taking your time eating your meal at the table, now by yourselves. 

“What isn’t so important at that age?” Jeno says before slurping the soup collected in his spoon. “When you’re a teenager, you see things with a different perspective than you would see if you were a mom, for example.” 

You sigh at these words, the fresh perspective that your husband is giving you that you failed to see initially. Jeno is good at seeing all sides of the situation; that’s why Renjun always goes to him for advice.

“I guess,” you say, crossing your arms. “I can’t imagine being a kid right now.”

“I bet Yoona and Hyuckjae can’t imagine being a kid in the ‘90’s.” 

You sigh. “Things really have changed, haven’t they?” When you and Jeno were younger, you weren’t trying to get the best gadgets to impress your friends, you didn’t have advanced TV’s and vacuum cleaners that were listening to you, you weren’t always on Instagram and Twitter, and the concept of a ‘social media influencer’ didn’t exist at all.

When you and Jeno were younger, you thought the future would resemble Back to the Future. Although there weren’t any hoverboards that actually hovered the ground in 2016, the actual future paralleled the movie in surprising ways with the fact that people were always so distracted with the screens in their hands. 

“Don’t you ever just feel…” you start off. Jeno’s attention is on you while he eats. 

“Don’t you ever feel that people are always in their own worlds?” You ask. “Always on their phones looking at the latest posts, listening to music, downloading photos? No one ever runs around the neighborhood and draws chalk or play with the neighborhood kids,” you sigh. It was like people preferred to type than to talk. 

“Yeah. It wasn’t like that when we were kids,” Jeno says. You eat a couple of spoons of friend rice, the silence between you both evident. 

“In a way,” Jeno says, “Things are still the same.” 

“How?” You ask.

“Well, people still have the need to be social, whether it’s on social media or in person. And we are still trying to keep up with our friends,” he says. Without words, you know he’s talking about your son and how obsessed he was about getting a phone since his friends started to flash their iPhones and Samsungs. 

“I still think life was simpler back in the ‘90’s,” you say stubbornly. “Even though we had to use TV Guide to find out what was on TV, it was still easier. I’m always looking over my shoulder these days,” you confess. “Every single second, so much data is being collected and sold, it makes me worried. On top of all that, social media isn’t good for young kids,” you say, redirecting the conversation back to Hyuckjae. You feel a little guilty seeing Hyuckjae so upset that he doesn’t have a phone, but it was the principle that mattered. You didn’t think phones were good for young kids, to be hooked up to the internet 24/7. Being fifteen and having a phone isn’t much better than being fourteen and having a phone, but you drew the line at high school. You couldn’t protect your son forever, no matter how much you desperately wanted to. 

“There’s still something that remains simple, though,” Jeno says. When he gently squeezes your thigh, you think you have an idea. 

“This,” he says. He leans over and kisses your lips, cupping your cheek. His lips are soft as they rub rhythmically against your lips. He pulls away, his voice soft. “I love you. We can be in 2092, teleporting to see our great-grandchildren, and I’ll be in love with you,” Jeno says. 

You giggle. Nineteen years of marriage, and he still makes you feel like a young bride. 

“We can be in 3092 with our brains connected to robots, and I’ll still be in love with you,” you counter, turning this into a competition.

“How about let’s think about right now,” Jeno says. He cups your cheeks in his hands and admires your eyes before he kisses you deeply, as if he isn’t going to kiss you ever again. 

The world can change as much as it wants, as long as you have Lee Jeno by your side. 

a/n: if you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading :) since this is my first slowburn, let me know what you thought in the comments or by sending me an ask! thanks again!

Yandere NCT 127: When you wear revealing clothes

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Check more: Masterlist.

WARNINGS: Toxic relations; manipulation; degradation; slut-shaming; implied violence, harassment.

AN: For the context it's when you are dating. Hope you guys enjoy it 💖 also check out Taeyong's new youtube channel and his Lonely performance. It's really good!

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Taeil

Taeil doesn’t exactly like it when you wear short clothes, he’s a bit traditional when it comes to that. But he won’t say a thing about it, Taeil doesn’t want to ruin your trust in him. He’d prefer to just stand by you and throw deadly looks at any person - male and female - that dares to look at you for more than half a second, giving them annoyed remarks about where the hell they were looking at and how dare they look at you in such a disgusting manner.

After a while, Taeil would use his “lack of confidence” and his “fear of you leaving him” to make you stop wearing those clothes. He’d act as if every guy (and girl) would try to take you away from him and how you were probably gonna leave him for someone better than him. By using his own weaknesses, Taeil would be successful in stopping you from having such clothing items.

“You’re gonna end up leaving me, aren’t you? I can feel it. I’m sure of it. Now that you have more guys interested in you, you’re just gonna abandon me.”

Johnny

The only times Johnny allows you to wear something more revealing are the fancy galas and charity parties he occasionally attends. Doesn’t care if you’re wearing a long elegant gown or a short sexy dress as long as you’re showing a good amount of skin to the public. He actually enjoys showing you off, knowing other people will look at you yet you’re completely and uniquely his.

It really turns him on when you’re being irresistible and attractive but always knowing that he is your true owner. You’re his property and while others may observe you, Johnny is the only one that can touch you. He’d go as far as buying a neck choker with his name encrusted in gold, so everyone knows for sure that you’re his and his only.

“I hope the crowd enjoy this glorious sight, baby, cause that’s the only thing these creatures are getting from you.”

Taeyong

At first, Taeyong didn’t think much of it, barely even noticing that the outfits you started wearing were too revealing but as time went by, he quickly noticed all the appreciative looks you started receiving all thanks to your new “style”. All the attention you began receiving from boys made him concerned. What if you tried leaving him? Keeping that in mind, Taeyong continued posing as a supportive boyfriend while preparing something to put an end not it.

He’d arrange for a rented actor to aggressively come onto you and mildly harass you due to your “sexiness”. Of course, Taeyong would make sure the guy stays within limits but to make sure to scare you. That way, when you’d come home crying your eyes out because of some pervert that catcalled you in the street, Taeyong would pose as a concerned partner, who would wipe your tears, comfort you and sweetly suggest that you should change your wardrobe into more modest clothes. Which you’d accomply, cause the whole event was simply too bad to handle again.

“Aww, babe, please, don’t cry. That guy was simply an asshole, you know that. Next time, just wear regular clothes and no one will bother you, trust me.”

Yuta

You’ll always wear what he wants and that’s the final decision. Wearing tight shorts or low-cut tops? Never. Actually, you won’t even get that far because Yuta is always around you, including during your shopping trips. He’d lurk around as you chose clothes, keeping an eye on every item you pick and, in the end, only what he approves is going home with you.

His logic? That he knows how cruel and ruthless people are, and unless you wanna be called a slut then you’ll wear exactly what he wants. Yuta knows you get upset at that, but he makes sure to emphasize that everything he does is for you and your well-being. He only wants to take care of you and he - as your boyfriend - knows how to do so, even better than you. So, just do what he says, and you’ll be fine.

“No, babe, I don’t really like those shorts. They're too… short. You know what people will say, right? I just don’t want you getting hurt by mean people. Put those shorts back, we’ll find proper jeans for you instead.”

Doyoung

Doyoung is the type of boyfriend who nags and bothers until you finally accomply with something. He’d hate seeing you wear such short clothes, shamelessly showing your body to everyone. He’d hate it when you wear such tempting short skirts, exposing your bare legs like that. He’d hate it when you wear tight shirts that marked the outline of your chest, leaving very little to imagination. He’d absolutely hate all of that.

All of this would lead to Doyoung trying to stop you from wearing such provocative clothes with his incessant begging, nagging and eventually by yelling. Trust me, he’s very persistent when he wants something and he never stops until he gets what he wants. If you push him far enough, Doyoung is going to resort to forcing you to exchange clothes with his own hands, which won’t be nice for you at all. He’ll use force to make you accomply to his wishes, although that’s the last resort to get what he wants.

“Again with those clothes? Didn’t I tell you not to wear them again? Go change them, you know I dislike them. Are you deaf? I said go change them. And do it fast.”

Jaehyun

Jaehyun is quite subtle yet effective when it comes to changing your mind about the type of outfits you chose. He enjoys modern yet modest clothes on you, so if you wear something that doesn’t accomply to his criteria, Jaehyun wouldn't directly tell you to change it, instead opting for other ways to get his way. He likes being seen as a good boyfriend and the last thing he needs is for you to start suspecting of him being a controlling boyfriend, which he definitely is, but in his own crafty ways.

He’d manipulate you, aiming towards your self-confidence to make you abide to his wishes. You were fairly confident in a new look you wanted to experiment? Not after Jaehyun is done with you. He might go easy at first, but as time progresses, his “sincere opinions” on your outfits would progressively get more and more insulting and degrading to the point of completely messing up with your confidence.

“Oh, is that a crop top? It’s….hum…it looks okay, I guess. It kinda makes you look… I don’t know. Maybe a simple t-shirt would look better though.”

WinWin

WinWin would be quite hurt and upset if you chose to go out with an outfit that revealed too much. He’d sulk for the entire time and ignore you, just like you ignored his opinion.

Winwin would feel genuinely despised by you, almost like you didn’t even care about his concerns. How could you betray him like that? Showing your body to other people like it was no big deal? That's why he’d give you the cold shoulder. Eventually his unresponsive attitude would be successful in breaking your determination in wearing the new clothes as you’d want your nice boyfriend back, hating to see him upset over something so little.

In the end, Winwin didn’t even have to force you to do anything, you’d simply break under the treatment you’d receive from your boyfriend. And even worse, he’d guilt trip you into believing that you were the one wrong in doing such actions when you know Winwin would never do the same to you.

“You’re sorry? It’s okay, I forgive you. You’re never gonna wear those awful clothes ever again, right?”

Jungwoo

No, no, no. Not gonna happen, at least not during his watch. Jungwoo is gonna be annoyed at your change of style and also quite suspicious at your behavior. Why would you suddenly have such an interest towards such seductive clothes? Lifting your self-confidence, his ass. He’s certain you are thinking about cheating on him with just any random guy that you manage to catch the attention by wearing those slutty clothes.

Every clothing piece that he considers “inappropriate” is gonna come back from laundry completely torn apart with massive damages to the point of no recovery, leaving you no choice but to throw them away. Even if you buy more similar clothes, they too would receive the same sad destiny. So there’s only one solution and that’s you giving up to him.

“What happened to your skirt? What should’ve happened earlier. You actually thought I'd let you wear that thing so you can go out and leave me for another guy, is that it? Not gonna happen.”

Mark

Mark’s initial approach was to smoothly convince you to change clothes into something that provided more “coverage” but as soon as you fight back, things would escalate rather quickly and once you realize, you’re both engaged in a heated argument over your clothes or according to Mark, the lack of them. His jealous side would take control of him, refusing to let you outside while wearing something so provocative that everyone would see, especially guys.

He’d give you multiple reasons to back up his point of view yet if that doesn’t work and if Mark gets angry enough, then he’d lock you in the bedroom and leave you there until you decide to change clothes. Getting late for college? Not his problem. You can change outfits first and then go attend college, but until more cloth covers your exposed skin, you’ll be staying in the room.

“You got late for college this morning? And? It's not my fault. If you had listened to me, that wouldn’t have happened. So, blame it on yourself.”

Haechan

Haechan is clever and cunning, so he’d never directly approach the issue that has been bothering him. He hates watching you wear all those short and teasing clothes, exposing so much of your skin. It’s something only he is supposed to be allowed to see, yet you have to be like this. It really annoys him how ignorant you are, but he’ll work on getting things back on the right track.

Haechan would pay some people to spread rumors about you, on how you were cheating on him, that you were such a bad girlfriend given the slutish way you dressed, that you were wearing those clothes to get just any guy’s attention. All sorts of horrible rumors that Haechan could think of and as long as they did the job, he doesn’t even care. And of course, they worked.

Give it a week or two of being judged by people you thought were your friends and you’d go back to your old simple style. Haechan doesn’t even have to be the bad guy in this scenario as he’d be the one giving you comfort and solace after being slut-shamed by your fake friends. 2 birds with one stone.

“I had no idea those people were this cruel. And I thought you were their friend. Guess not, apparently. But it’s okay, babe, you’ll always have me, I promise.”

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