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[10:27 pm]
stargazing is like spending time with jisung—the longer you do it, the more you see that you didn’t notice before.
“how many of them do you think are up there?” jisung asks, staring at the open sky.
you scoff. “at least twenty.”
“hey, i’m being serious.”
the playground is bare except for the two of you, sitting on the swings with heads craned towards the sky. you weren’t sure why, but you always found yourself coming back here, to the meeting place jisung had chosen in first grade. or rather, the spot by the swingset where he’d sent a cherry ball flying into the side of your head and begged for your forgiveness.
you like to tease him about it every once in a while.
the two of you used to have competitions to see who could swing the highest. and you sometimes wondered, if you went high enough, could you go up and around the top of the swings in a loop? other times, you would try to be in sync with one another. it never lasted very long, because jisung was heavier than you and reached the ground faster.
you slow yourself down to a mere sway, your sneakers gently brushing the platform below. “then i don’t know. ask google.”
“but i asked what you thought,” he says, sighing. you don’t have to see his face to know he’s pouting.
finally, you comply. “trillions, then. or more. once you get past trillions it doesn’t make much of a difference, does it? it’s just a lot.”
jisung hums, satisfied with your answer. the chains of his swing creak as he slows down to match your pace, and a comfortable silence falls between the two of you as you enjoy the night ambiance.
“look!” he fervently points at some arbitrary spot in the sky.
“what?” your neck cracks as you try to follow the direction of his finger.
“i just saw an asteroid,” he whispers, as if it’s some rare occurrence that he just witnessed, something even supernatural. that’s jisung for you—he notices the smallest details and makes you think about it for a moment. at times, you admit, it still catches you off guard, but that’s one of the things you like about him, how he never seems to lose his sense of wonder.
a smile makes its way across your face. “isn’t it called a meteorite?” you lower your gaze back to earth, back to him, just in time to see him scrunch his nose at you.
“whatever.”
it’s peaceful once more, save for the breeze that blows by your ears. you lean your head against the chains of your swing, pensive. oh, if only your best friend knew that the wonder he has for the world, you have for him.
“what are you thinking about?” jisung whispers. his eyes are swirling with curiosity, his head tilted in genuine interest. it would be so easy for you to lie and say something stupid, like aliens or ramen, but tonight you find yourself unable to ruin the mood. aliens and ramen are uncalled for, so you go with the next best worst option:
“you.”
it’s out, it’s out, and you’d rather move to another planet than deal with the embarrassment you’re experiencing right now. heat creeps up the back of your neck and you struggle to hold your gaze.
jisung’s lips part in surprise. “o-oh.”
“never mind,” you say hurriedly. this is awkward enough as it is. what time must it be? past ten, for sure. it’s late and getting colder, so maybe you should suggest heading home. yet you’re so caught up in your own thoughts that you almost don’t catch his response:
“me too.”
you look up, not sure you heard correctly. “what?”
“i—i just... i guess—i was thinking about you... too.” he fumbles with his words, never meeting your eyes. “because i, um.” he swallows. “i like you.”
“huh?” it’s ridiculous, your immediate reply. it’s stupid, laughable. but here you are, a little dumbstruck yet impressed at his confession.
“i—don’t make me repeat it, please.” he hangs his head in shame, an apology ready on the tip of his tongue, when you speak up.
“no—no, i heard you the first time. i... like you too.” your words trail off, but he hears them all the same. “um—what were you thinking about?” you ask, trying to break the tension.
“me? just—just that, you know... you came out here with me. to look at stars. which is boring. and you listened to me, too, and you’re just so... so...” he tries to find the right word to describe you, but all that keeps coming to his mind is perfect, and he definitely doesn’t want to say that one out loud. not after he just admitted to his long-time best friend about his long-time crush on her. “... understanding?” it comes out as a question, but it makes you laugh, and he can’t help but smile.
you lean back, swinging your legs above the ground. “nothing’s boring with you, jisung.” and you don’t feel bad about how cheesy it makes you sound, because that’s the truth.
“oh, um, thanks... and what were you thinking about?” he asks tentatively.
“i’m not telling you.”
“what!”
“well, it gives me an excuse to tell you another time.”
another time. those words play over and over in jisung’s head. there’s going to be another time. “tomorrow?” he says without thinking. “can we do the same thing tomorrow?” there’s hope in his voice. he’s still so curious about your thoughts, always wanting to learn answers to everything.
“yeah,” you say, smiling softly. “let’s do it.”
jisung is naturally curious about a lot of things. he’s eager to know more about the stars, and why they change, and about the world around him.
and you. you, who is beaming up at him, making warmth bloom from his chest to the tips of his fingers. what about you?
i guess i’ll find out.
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play something
fluff!
pairing: gn!reader x crush!mark
highschool au, crush au, classmate au
{8:07am} ☆･:* ׂׂૢ༘ ⋆
you and your crush!mark had first period together, orchestra. you played the cello and mark played the piano to accompany the orchestra. you’ve had a crush on mark for a really long time now, and your heart fluttered every time you were around him. you see mark settling down at the piano, pulling some sheet music out of his backpack that was slightly crinkled at the corners. you walked over and took a seat on the wooden bench mark was sitting on, that was just big enough for the two of you to share. “play something.” mark requested nudging your shoulder with his. you could feel your heart almost bursting out of your chest. you could also play the piano, and so you naturally began to press down the keys in such a way that it created a beautiful melody from the notes you were reading so easily yet carefully from the sheet that laid flat on the top of the glossy piano. you pressed a wrong key, causing the harmonies to clash dissonantly, and with that having been done, you let out a huff while you smiled and turned to the boy to your left, whom to your surprise, was already staring right at you. you swallowed then cleared your throat. “uh do you mind if i borrow this sheet music? it’s really pretty and i wou-”
“you’re really pretty.”
you stared at mark blankly.
“uhhh i mean. yeah sure of course. ill give it to you after class…” mark coughed, jolting his head a little, causing the lightweight hair covering his forehead to bounce. you thought it was really cute. after class, mark handed you the paper. “thank youuu! ill give this back to you tomorrow morning!” you waved to mark as he walked the opposite direction down the hall. you couldn’t help but notice something written on the back in pen that you could see bleeding through the thin white sheet. you flipped over the page, met with a little note that read:
hi y/n, I really like you. do you like me too??? (pls respond)
- mark ♡
with all the butterflies in your stomach, you could have sworn you were floating. did mark really like you back???
˚✧₊⁎ ༊*·˚
finally home, you ran into your room, jumping onto your bed squealing after burying your face into your pillow and kicking your legs in the air. you grab the sheet music from your backpack and pick up a pencil that was conveniently already on your desk. you pressed down on the worn down eraser of the mechanical pencil a few times, dispensing the stick of led out some more before writing:
yes, i like you
in response, right under mark’s note. you didn’t even bother actually practicing the song.
⋆｡˚ ☆ ୭̥° next morning
the bell just barely rang. you walk into the classroom to find mark standing up, gently leaning against the piano, twiddling his thumbs as his mind seemed to be somewhere else. you walk up to him. “here, mark.” extending your arms, holding the paper with both of your hands, looking up comfortably at the not-so-tall but taller-than-you boy. without even a small gesture in response to you, the first thing mark does is flip the page over to the backside in hopes to find your reply, as if he had been anticipating it.
marks eyes widen and his ears turn red.
you and mark exchange nervous smiles.
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all along that boy kiss it better
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fluff ☁︎
no warnings!
crush!mark x gn!reader
bestfriend au | crush au
{11:04pm} ୭̥⋆*｡
you were at your bestfriend!mark’s house, like you usually were on friday nights. a movie played on the tv while mark’s head rested on the throw pillow on your lap as you played with his hair. you and mark were super close so it’s not like this was anything new to you.
“it’s getting pretty late, so i should probably head out soon.” you yawned. mark lied on his side toward the tv, but he shifted his position to look up at you, grabbing onto your arm.
“…cant you just stay here tonight?”
you look down at the concerned boy.
“i really shouldn’t… i have to wake up early tomorrow and-”
“pllllleeeeeeeaaaaassseeeee” he tugs your arm.
you reach for your phone to check the time.
“..fine...10 more minutes.”
mark squinted his eyes and scrunched his nose in satisfaction, before turning his head back to the tv. you look down at mark as his focus drifts back to the movie, your hand still playing with his hair. apparently the movie was really funny, because mark broke out into laughter, then looked up to you, seeing you looking down at him. still smiling with his mouth wide open from laughing, he closes it to form a reassuring grin.
“you’re really pretty y/n.” he flutters his eyes.
“what”
“nothin.” he giggled turning his head back to the movie.
you froze at mark’s sudden compliment.
you and mark have been best friends for a long time, and truthfully, you’ve always liked each other. however, neither of you ever really felt the need to confess because most of the time, it honestly already felt like the two of you were dating. and recently things have been happening that keep confirming your feelings for one another.
after a few minutes of admiring the boy, you got his attention.
“mark, look at me.” you said, turning his head to face you with your palm on his cheek. mark looked up at you with a sleepy expression. you tilt your head and squint your eyes to pretend to get a better look at him.
“mmm… you’re really pretty too, mark.”
mark covers his face with his hands in embarrassment, hoping to hide his rosy cheeks. you took his hands off his face and kept them in place over his chest.
“mark..”
“yeah?”
“can i kiss you?”
“yeah.”
you brought your head down to meet your lips with the ones of the boy that layed on the pillow over your lap.
maybe you would stay a little longer.
back with another mark best friends to lovers (._.)…. i should really write for other tropes….send requests xoxo!
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eye for an eye
fluff ☁︎
bestfriend!mark x fem!reader
—*ೃ༄ {8:46pm}
you sat next to your bestfriend!mark on your couch, telling him about your day.
“and so then after-”
mark suddenly flicked your forehead, cutting you off.
“hey what was that for???”
“i don’t know.”
you stared at mark.
“continue.” he requests.
“no, no. you know how this works. you flick me, i flick you back. now come here, just a bit closer.” you say passive aggressively.
“psh what kind of logic is that?” mark says subtly scooting away from you.
“an eye for an eye. it’s only fair. now come here markie.”
“so does that mean if i push you, you have to push me back?” he nudges your shoulder.
“yes mark, that’s exactly what that means.” you said a little too calmly, smiling with wide eyes.
mark stood up abruptly, running over to the kitchen island, you following behind. he stood on the opposite side of the counter, hands planted on the surface, shifting his weight towards either side of the island, away from whichever side you stepped towards.
both of you were stuck, so the only reasonable thing for you to do was climb over the counter. before mark could get away, you grabbed his shoulders. then you realized what your situation looked like. you were sitting on the counter with your arms resting on the sides of mark’s neck, his hand on your knee, looking directly at each other.
“well i should probably head home before it gets too dark.” mark said.
you nodded, only breaking eye contact to let mark help you down from the counter.
“maybe you’ll get me next time.”
“hm” you said quietly in agreement.
maybe this type of situation should have been awkward, but it didn’t feel that way at all.
now in front of the door, mark pulls you in for a hug and says the usual “see ya later.”
it was never weird for you two to hug, but this time when he hugged you, your heart skipped one beat more than it usually did, as you and mark held on to each other for a little longer than normal.
you watched mark leave your apartment. lost in your thoughts from the way you just felt, you stared blankly at the closed door in front of you. about a minute of silence passed until you heard a knock. still standing in front of the door, you open it almost immediately to be faced with your bestfriend, mark.
“mark. wh-”
mark leaned in to peck your lips without any hesitation, catching you off guard.
“kay now do it back.” mark said expectantly.
“huh” is all you could say.
“an eye for an eye. you said it yourself.”
you blinked repeatedly.
“it’s only fair, right?” mark said through his smile and raised eyebrows, shaking his head, mocking you with your own words.
it took you a moment to comprehend what was happening.
to tease him back, you pinched his ears, pulling his head down more level to your face, directly guiding his lips to meet yours.
although the moment was brief, it was more than long enough for you to confirm exactly how you felt about mark.
“ow ow ow” mark said, giggling out of the kiss. “my ears.”
“there. now we’re even.” you let go of his ears.
mark’s annoyed sigh turned into a smile. he ruffled your hair and pulled you to his chest.
“mark.” you said into his shoulder.
“mhm?”
“are we like…dating now?”
“um i guess” mark patted your back.
“okay...boyfriend.” you giggled.
you felt mark’s arms tighten around you
“i love you…girlfriend”
thx for reading!!!!!!
wahhh there’s a shortage of fluffy jaemin bf content😭😭 please make some (only if u want to)!
Hmm maybe like one where he does ur hair or you both just de-stress with eachother by cuddling and talking abt ur day IDK WAAAHHH ㅠㅠ
or do whatever makes u happy :)
Ok bye :3
why’re you hitting yourself
fluff ☁︎
no warnings!
pairings boyfriend!jaemin x gn!reader
─ ੈ♡˳ {11:06pm}
“im so tired.” you yawned, gathering your hair behind you to tie it up loosely.
“wait let me try.” your boyfriend!jaemin took the tie from you, placing it around his wrist. he bunched your hair into place, then proceeded to take the tie from his wrist, and twist it around the bunch of hair he held in his hand.
you sat in a chair up to your vanity, jaemin standing behind you. you were faced with the reflection of you and your boyfriend in the mirror.
“done” jaemin stepped back a little, admiring his work. it really didn’t look nice, and it didn’t feel nice either. “wow jaem. good job.” you congratulate him while you cringe, touching the tangled mess with your fingers.
the two of you continued staring at your reflections. jaemin leaned down to hug you from behind, with you still sitting in your chair. you couldn’t help but notice how sweet jaemin looked hugging you, enjoying being able to see him from this perspective in the mirror. jaemin’s head now rested on your shoulder, both of your gazes still focused towards the reflection.
“mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the cutest of them all!?!” jaemin said, playfully swaying side to side to the rhythm of the rhyme.
“y/n!!!!” he shouted in response to his own question, pinching your cheeks.
“pshh.” you shoved him away only before standing to jump onto him, causing him to fall onto your bed right behind him.
you found yourself sprawled out, laying horizontally over jaemin’s chest, causing him to question your odd choice of a position.
“why are you laying like this?” jaemin giggled.
“it’s comfy.” you said casually in response.
you looked over to jaemin’s hand, resting beside him, just in your reach. you grabbed his limp arm and began slapping him in the face with his own hand.
“why’re you hitting yourself? why’re you hitting yourself?” you said repeatedly. jaemin flinched continuously until he pulled you onto to himself to hold you back, keeping your arms down with his over yours. you were held tight in his embrace, and you couldn’t help but giggle at jaemin pretending to be annoyed.
locked into jaemin’s arms, you rested your head in the crook of his neck, relaxed enough to drift off to sleep, until he picked up your arm…
“why’re you hitting yourself? why’re you hitting yourself? why’re you hitting yourself?”
thanks soo much for the request!!!!!! i hope this fulfills it! xoxo thx for reading!
race you there
fluff ☁︎
no warnings!
pairings bestfriend!jeno x gn!reader
bff2l au ♡︩ ·
{5:28pm}—˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆
[new message from: dotori♡]
hi yn
hi jeno
where are you
i’m on my way to the cafe.. why do you ask
ill race you there
what
uhh it’s an emergency
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“dang it i thought i’d beat you!”
“jeno! are you okay??” you stand up when you see your best friend walk through the cafe door.
“yeah i’m good, you?” he eye smiled.
“i thought you said it was an emergency.”
“ohh.. yeah… that’s, that’s been resolved..” jeno rubs the nape of his neck.
“oh. okay then… what brings you here then?”
“uhhh no reason. im gonna go get coffee.”
jeno was acting weird but you just rub it off.
“here.” jeno says, holding out a coffee for you, as well as one for him in his other hand.
“thanks… but i already have some.” you looked down at the cup on the table.
“oh.” jeno swallows and sits down in the chair across from you.
you laugh, “jeno why are you being so awkward?”
“me? no im not being awkward, what do you mean, you’re the one being awkward.”
“uh-huh…” you slowly nod your head, agreeing suspiciously. “what did you do this time”
“i didn’t do anything!!”
“well then what was that emergency or whatever…” you sipped your drink. “don’t even bother hiding anything from me, i can see right through you, lee jeno.” you smiled at him.
“fine. actually i came to talk to you.” jeno looked down at his fidgeting hands.
“about what?” you rested your arms on the table, tapping a rhythm with your fingers.
“umm yn..”
“yn, i know we’ve known each other forever and we’re practically like siblings…”
your heart sunk. has he only ever saw you as a sibling and nothing more?
“but it’s just that..” jeno continued. “i like you. like not as a sibling, like.. well you know what i mean. there. i said it. please don’t hate me.”
but you made no reaction. you actually didn’t hear anything jeno just said because you were still stuck on the fact that he said you guys were like siblings.
jeno face palms himself. “i knew i shouldn’t have said anything..” he mumbled into his hands.
“is that really what you think?” you ask in a small voice.
“yes..” jeno says quietly to match your tone.
there was a misunderstanding. the question you asked jeno was regarding whether or not he saw you as a sibling, however jeno answered unknowing that you were referring to something else.
“well okay then.” you swallow. “it’s getting dark outside, i should go.” you said getting up from your seat.
“wait yn… do you… have a response?”
“why do you expect me to say anything?” you scoff and run out the door.
jeno stood there in confusion for a brief moment before following behind you. he caught up with you and stood in front of you with his hands on your shoulders to stop you from running.
“yn what’s wrong?”
you look up to face him.
“what do you mean what’s wrong?? my crush of so many years just told me he just sees our relationship as siblings!” tears were rolling down your cheeks.
jeno stared at you blankly, but couldn’t keep his smile in.
“yn, what did you think i said in there?” he laughed and dropped his head onto your shoulder, where his hands still rested.
now you were confused. “well,” you sniffed “well you said that we’re practically siblings.”
“is that all you heard??” he raises his eyebrows.
“i guess..”
“there was a but”
“there was?”
jeno nods his head.
“so…but what?”
“i like you. yn, i confessed to you. i like you a lot. not..as a sibling.”
“ohh.” you were still trying to look sad but you couldn’t hold your laugh in. soon the two of you were in hysterics.
“i cant believe you lied about having an emergency just to tell me you liked me.” you shoved jeno playfully.
“no i really did have an emergency.”
“oh.” you felt humbled.
“i mean i was in an emergency to see you...”
you cover your face to hide your embarrassment.
jeno puts his arm around your neck and rubs his knuckles on your head, as the two of you start walking side by side.
“i’ll walk you home.” he then quickly kissed your cheek.
caught off guard, you turn your head to look at the boy next to you, met with his face close to yours.
you shared a brief intimate moment with each other, until you broke the silence.
“i’ll race you there!”
hiiiiii thank you for reading!!!!!!!!
bedtime story
fluff ☁︎
no warnings!
pairings jeno x gn!reader
established relationship
bookworm!jeno ✍︎︎ drabble
{2:57am} ─ ☪︎ °.⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
“go to sleep!!” you shake your boyfriend!jeno’s shoulder as you sit beside him on the bed.
“one more page!” he begged, focus staying shifted on the book.
“you said one more page like twelve chapters ago”
“okay, well then twelve more chapters!” jeno corrects himself.
“jeno it is 3 in the morning.”
jeno looks up from the pages to face you.
“you can go to sleep, im not stopping you.”
“jenooooo you know i can’t sleep without youuuu” you whine, tugging on his arm.
“y/nnnnnnnn i’ll literally be right here it’s not like i’m going anywhereeeee” he whines back to mock you.
“if you were reading this book you would know how good it is.”
“maybe, but im not.”
jeno’s eyes lit up
“well then i’ll just read you the book!”
“im not giving in jeno, you need to go to sleep.”
jeno is clearly uninterested in what you had to say. he wraps his arms around you to pull you in to lie closely beside him, your head resting in the crook of his neck.
“let me read you a bedtime story.”
“jeno im not five”
“shhhhhh” he puts his finger to your mouth to hush you. “dont make me sing you a lullaby.”
jeno began reading aloud from where he left off in his book, only sounding like nonsense to you, as he provided no context. obviously the book wasn’t interesting to you at all, but you loved this moment. you loved hearing jeno’s voice, you loved the warmth of being so impossibly close to him, you just loved him.
jeno stops reading for a moment.
“y/n?”
“mm?”
“are you sleepy yet” he giggled.
“no. im not giving in.” you said almost inaudibly into jeno’s t shirt, nuzzling your head more into his shoulder to get more comfortable.
admiring you, jeno placed a kiss on the top of your head.
and unable to fight against your heavy eyelids, you give in.
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you look good in red ~ continuation
fluffff ☁︎
no warnings!
pairings mark x gn!reader
read the first part ➪ here !
{7:55pm} — ♡‧₊˚ ↴
you and mark lied there, still face to face, taking in each other’s presence.
“yeah, red suits you well..” he said.
you let out a pleased scoff.
“what..” mark questioned.
“i think that’s the first time you’ve given me a serious compliment.” your lips curl into a grin. “you normally say that you’re just kidding or something afterwards.”
“i really do mean what i say.”
your eyes widened a little.
you followed his movements as he started to sit up slowly, subconsciously leaning closer to you.
your eyes closed, anticipating his touch.
“please do it.” you hoped silently. “kiss me this time.”
before he got any closer, his abrupt jerk startled you.
somehow you and mark always found yourselves ending up in this situation. it never got any further than this. you were on the same page, yet nothing ever happened.
you stared at the flustered boy in front of you, oddly comfortable in a situation that should be tense with embarrassment. you were used to it at this point, there is no hiding anything from each other, and neither of you mind being completely vulnerable to each other.
mark looked cute. his messy hair. his pink cheeks. his perfectly placed moles. his innocent expression.
even though you told yourself to never admit how you felt about mark, your heart seemed to have already made the decision for you.
“mark. you can kiss me.” you said in a whisper, tears forming in the corners of your eyes for some reason. “you can kiss me this time.”
your words seemed to leave mark unaffected. as if he’s already played them in his mind hundreds of times before. he eagerly inches closer to you. confidently knowing exactly what he was going to do, he guided his lips to meet yours.
his lips were soft and sweet. just like you had imagined. you ran your hand across mark’s arm to notice goosebumps covering his body.
he can’t help but smile out of the kiss…
“well that would have been nice to know a long time ago.”
helloooooo it’s been a while… i figured i would make a second part to this because i think someone requested it lolll
thank you for reading !!! ♡ i hope you like it xoxx
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chubby bunny
fluff . no warnings!
sitting on the couch with your boyfriend!jaemin. you think it’s funny to smush his cheeks together because he hates it.
"say chubby bunny" you giggled.
"chubby bunny” he attempted to say.
his face turned bright pink when he saw the way your eyes lit up when you laughed, he sighed and pulled you in closer to lay your head into his neck.
"i love you y/n.”
you know jaemin loves you. he makes it very clear, but normally it's through gestures or acts of kindness, not usually saying it deliberately. and you had no problem with that. you loved this about jaemin. you could tell he truly meant it when he did say it.
"i love you.." jaemin buries his face into your shoulder. "..so, so much."
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hyuck x gn!reader
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“yn are you still awake?”
too tired to think, you don’t respond.
“ynnnnnnn why do you always fall asleep on calls?” haechan whined
you let haechan fall under the impression that you’re sound asleep.
“well you looked really pretty today at school.” he continued. “is it obsessive to like everything about you? is it obsessive to love the way your name rolls off my tongue? yn. yn. yn. yn. see??? it’s so nice… i wish you could see what you’re doing to me. yn… you’re like… you’re like my everything.”
so many butterflies filled your stomach.
“i love you, haechan.” you mumbled into your pillow.
you heard the sound of haechan’s hand slapping his mouth.
hii I’m always taking requests btw!!!!
Heyy!! I really REALLY love your writings!! Could you please write something fluffy for Renjun as well? I'd appreciate that alot! but if you cant its fine too 🫶🫶🫶
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♡ rj x fem!reader ♡ school au ♡ classmates to lovers ♡
fluff. no warnings!
renjun was that boy who made your heart do somersaults. renjun was that boy who made you feel like you swallowed a million butterflies.
renjun was that boy you loved.
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huang renjun was that boy with soft eyes, pretty lips, and a perfect smile. he was that boy you had a couple classes with. that boy who always happened to sit two rows ahead of you, one seat over to the left.
so there you were in your first class, sitting contently throughout the lecture. your mind starts to drift as you observe the boy with his back facing toward you. you couldn't help but notice how neat his notes were and how nice his handwriting was. the lecture ended, urging chaos to erupt in the room. you stay in your seat, as usual, to wait out the stampede of students.
the room cleared to reveal a beige cardigan draped onto the back of a chair. you counted one, two, rows up, and one seat over. it was renjun's. renjun was always one of the first out of the class, so he was probably long gone. you figured you could just take it with you since you would see him in math later, anyway. you picked the soft beige fabric up from the chair and wrapped it over your arm. you headed over to the door but stopped for a second to answer a text on your phone. you didn't pay any notice to a presence entering the room until an abrupt greeting startled you.
"hi.”
you instinctively jerked your head up.
"oh my gosh renjun you scared me." you said, hand to your heart. renjun flashed a smile and pointed his finger to call attention to you holding his cardigan.
"oh." you quickly handed it to renjun. " i was gonna give this-" you could feel your face heating up. "i just thought you had already left so i figured i- but maybe i should have just left it-"
renjun threw his head back in laughter at how flustered you were. "yn it's okay." he interrupted you. "i actually didn't even come here to get this." he smiled. "i came here to leave this paper on the professor's desk. he held up a paper in his hand. "so thanks. i never wouldn’t have noticed i left it here if i hadn't seen you holding it." he giggled through each sentence.
you felt some strange sense of relief wash over you. you started to laugh with him. this situation really shouldn't have been funny enough to make the two of you laugh as hard as you did. but it felt good.
renjun's eyes shifted to look at the clock on the wall behind you. "shoot. class starts in like 4 minutes!" he said as he naturally began to walk backwards, eyes still fixed on the clock. "bye yn. i'll see you in like an hour!" you watched the boy leave your sight, listening to his footsteps growing quieter and quieter.
you've been classmates for a while now, in fact, he was the first person you ever talked to on your first day. both of you had arrived to class too early and made small talk in the hall while you waited to go in. so it's not like the two of you were strangers, but you wished to get to know him more.
a little while later, you went to math. you took your usual seat, looking over to where renjun sits, only to see that someone else had taken his spot. this worried you because that spot was perfect for keeping an eye on him, which was pretty much the only thing you looked forward to when going to math. all the other ‘good’ spots were being taken. you were preparing to have an extremely boring class without having a view of that pretty boy, but finally, that boy you were waiting for walks in the room, scanning around for an open seat. your eyes widened a little once you realized nobody was sitting next to you.
renjun approached you confidently. "guess this is where i’ll have to sit." he smiled.
you don’t know why the thought of sitting next to him excited you so much, but you couldn’t stop smiling. it wouldn’t be so easy to look at him without making it obvious, though.
you stared blankly at the mess of numbers in front of you. you had no idea what any of it meant.
"need some help with that?” renjun leaned over, having noticed your struggles. he was close to you. probably the closest he’s ever been. you got that funny feeling like as if you were on a roller coaster drop. “oh.” you said shyer than before. “yeah.”
renjun rested his elbow on your side of the desk to reach your paper easier. “okay so…” he began to explain to you.
you ignored the little gestures he made to the paper, and how he scribbled some nonsence.
You could only focus on him. the way his voice sounded in spite of his gibberish. the way his hair brushed his skin when he moved. the way his eyes glowed as he thought.
"so, does that make sense?”
everything he just said completely flew over your head, but you responded, nonetheless. “yeah! yes, thanks. that makes so much more sense.” you smiled.
renjun scoffed. “yn, you didn't listen to anything i just said.”
“what?! why would you think that?” you said, avoiding eye contact.
“because i started talking about my grandma’s kiwi allergy and you didn’t notice.”
the bell rung.
“how about we continue this in the library after school?” he said, getting up from his seat. “since it’s the weekend tomorrow, we’ll have more time to work.”
you felt your smile form on your face again, giving renjun the idea that you agreed.
“oh yeah,” he continued. “can i have your number?” he rubbed his forearm. “so i can text you when i get to the library..” he swallowed.
“yes, right. right.” you pulled out your phone quickly, looking a little clumsy while doing it.
he took your phone and you observed his concentrated expression as his thumbs glided across the screen.
after exchanging numbers, you went your separate ways.
you walked away, feeling a little embarrassed. “why do i act so weird around him?” you scolded yourself.
after school hours, you decided to go find renjun. you approached the library, walking alongside a glass portion of the wall, and caught a glimpse of your reflection. you cringed at the sight of your tangled hair.
you glanced at the time on your phone before starting your way back in the same direction you just came from, finding the nearest restroom. you put your bag on the counter, and combed through your hair with your hands, taking another moment to reapply some lip tint.
fixing your posture, you stood tall in your reflection. you smacked your lips together and ruffled your hair before grabbing your bag and speed walking out to the hall.
you approached the library once again, this time, a little more confident.
you walked through the quiet room, the smell of old books and wooden shelves hit you softly. the stillness around you made you self conscious, you could hear your every move. there you saw him, sitting at a desk, his back to you. he was tapping his fingers against his cheek, and seemed to be deep in thought.
you approached him from behind but you almost didn’t want to disrupt his thinking. you wondered what he could possibly be thinking about.
renjun suddenly scooted his chair back as if about to stand up. “when is she gonna be here-” he gasped after seeing you standing right behind him as he turned his head. “holy-” he caught his breath.
“sorry. i didn’t mean to startle you.” you laughed. “and sorry im late…something came up.”
“don’t worry…i hadn’t even noticed you were late…” renjun’s eyes wandered around the room. “uh so…should I help you with that thing from earlier?” he pulled out the chair next to his, gesturing his hand for you to sit.
“yes, thanks.” you sat down. “it’s nice to know that you’re good at math…” you said to break any second of the silence.
“yeah…um, yeah i’m pretty good at math…”
you wondered why he sounded like he was lying, but you brushed it off. renjun seemed to be way more nervous than earlier, unlike the confident renjun you were used to.
“okay this is easy!” he said. “this should be a 2 instead of a 1.” he pointed at the faint pencil on your wrinkled paper.
you thought you had that one right… but without asking many questions, you went along with whatever it was that renjun said.
you worked until the evening, then you decided to finish up.
as you picked up the rest of your things, renjun took off his sweater and draped it over his chair. “won’t you be leaving?”you asked. “why take it off now?”
he looked to you. “oh. i just got really hot…like…right now.”
“oh. okay.” you replied. “well thank you for helping me, renjun.”
“mm.” he nodded, a faint smile in his eyes.
you were hoping to walk out with him, maybe even get him to walk you home, but before you could even swing your backpack over one shoulder, he was off.
“okay bye yn gotta go see you tomorrow!” he blurted as one long word as he rushed out of the library.
“renjun, your sweater!” you did a double take at the chair where it was left. he heard you but he acted like he didn’t. “weird.” you picked up the sweater, just like you had done earlier. right then, you heard a buzz from your phone.
from: huang renjun
hi yn. i left my sweater at the library. do you mind taking it with you???
omg renjun i literally told you that before you ran out!!!
are you free tomorrow? so you can give me my sweater…
yeah im free
can we meet at that cafe by the school? at like noon?
sure
that next morning, you found yourself walking to that cafe. opening the door, you found comfort in the scent of coffee and sweetness.
“renjun!” you called over to him. “here.” you handed him the soft bunch of fabric.
“thanks. sorry to make you come here.” he apologized, though you knew he wasn’t actually sorry.
“oh, i don’t mind…” you shrugged.
“well since we’re already here… do you want to get a coffee or something?” renjun proposed. “sit. ill go get something.”
you sat at one of the smaller tables, while renjun ordered something. you couldn’t stop yourself from staring helplessly at the boy. his beige cardigan complimented his light brown hair. it seemed that every time you saw him, the more you grew to like him. he was cute, well-mannered, funny. you usually tried to shake away these feelings once they started, but today you let them stick around a little longer.
the sight of renjun walking over to you, holding two drinks in either hand, was enough to make you blush.
“here.” he handed a cup to you.
he sat down in the seat across from you, but only for a moment.
“i better get going. something came up.” he got up, just like that, walking past you and out the door.
it happened suddenly, so you didn’t even see him walk out, but you did see, by the time you turned around, his beige sweater in a bunch on the floor.
“that boy…” you mumbled to yourself as you went straight to pick it up and run after him.
that boy was now halfway down the block. “renjun!” you got no response. you ran as quickly as you could. once you got close enough to reach, you tugged on his arm.
he turned around.
you dropped your hands to your knees, gasping for air. “you,” you swallowed, “you dropped this.” holding the cardigan out with one arm, the other still resting on your bent knee. “you know, you’re very clumsy, huang renjun.”
“oh that?” he laughed. “i dropped it on purpose.”
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“why…. would you do that..” your jaw stayed open.
“so you would come looking for me!” he flashed a bright smile.
his perfect expression distracted you for a second. “you must have a big ego to think i would go out of my way just to give you this.” you shoved the cardigan into renjun’s arms.
“right, because you just full-speed sprinted down this block for fun…” he teased back.
you didn’t really have anything to say so you moved your eyes away from his.
“yn.” he spoke.
“renjun?” you replied.
“why are you so cute?” he asked, well aware of how flustered it would make you.
a sudden warmth overtook your chest. you kept your stare away from renjun, but he kept his on you, not expecting a response. he took in a breath before he spoke. “will you hang out with me today?”
now you fixed your eyes to his. “don’t you have something urgent?”
“i made that up. let’s go.” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you along to wherever he was going.
your feet scooted across the sidewalk as you tried to keep up with his rushing pace. you looked down to see where his hand held your wrist gently. “how could he be so bold?” you thought.
“renjun!” you shouted, seeming a little annoyed. “where are we going?!”
renjun turned his head to you for a moment before facing forward again. “im taking you somewhere special.”
moments later, you arrived in front of a small corner store.
“cmon let’s go inside.” he opened the door and let you walk in before he did.
“so your idea of hanging out is making me run errands with you?” you playfully nudged renjun’s shoulder with yours.
“well if somebody didn’t use every single one of my pages as scrap paper…”
you felt like you were getting closer and closer to renjun, and you felt it happening quickly. you kept surprising yourself with how comfortably you would act around him, and how you could tell he felt more comfortable too. the happiness you felt around him was starting to outweigh the tension you had been feeling.
you and renjun spent the rest of the day walking around the city, browsing boutiques that were way too expensive for both of you combined to afford. you just did normal things, but it felt surreal.
you went to sleep that night, thinking about that boy, continuing your fantasies from where you had left off the night before.
the next morning, you snoozed your alarm a couple times less than usual, motivated by just the thought of that boy.
today after school, the class rankings of the math test scores would be posted. after the bell rang, you found renjun waiting in front of the classroom. “im kind of nervous..” you murmured as you took your place next to him, leaning against the wall. he didn’t seem too confident himself. “me too.” he confessed. you nudged his shoulder after hearing his response. “psh, don’t be. you’ll probably be in first place.”
you had a lot of confidence in him.
a few minutes later, you, renjun, and the rest of the class, stood in front of a long list of names, trying to get a glimpse at their own.
after a moment of squinting, you came across your name. “hey, for out of 53 students, i didn’t do too badly.” your shoulders dropped in relief.
renjun gave you a thumbs up and a big smile that almost looked sarcastic. “good job!”
“well thanks to your help…” you tried to stay modest. “What did you get?” you asked him. “i can’t find your name in the top 10.” you looked further and further down the list.
#53. Huang Renjun
“oh yeah about that…” he tried to get you to look away from the paper. “hey let’s go to the library now!” he changed the subject, and dragged you to the library.
the two of you sat in your usual spots. “so do you need help with anything?” he looked tense.
you weren’t good at math, but you were at least smart enough to realize that renjun wasn’t good at math either.
“renjun.” you turned around to face him.
“hm?” he perked his head up.
“you cant do math either, right?”
he fluttered his eyes. “hm?”
“i saw your score, renjun.”
“oh.”
you couldn’t keep a straight face. “why are you pretending to be good at math?”
he just stayed silent, tracing around the desk with his finger. you were hesitant to ask, but you did anyway, “renjun,” you paused, “do you like me or something?”
his movements froze. “how about i walk you home?” he frantically got his stuff together. “it’s gonna get dark soon so let’s hurry.”
you couldn’t pass up that offer, so you just let him get away with avoiding your question.
he walked you home, and your heart fluttered all the way there. “it’s here.” you slowed your pace as you approached the small stairs in front of the door. you walked up one of the steps before turning around to face the boy who seemed a little shorter all the sudden. “im taller than you!” you giggled.
renjun stood on his tippy toes, bringing his face nearly level to yours. he looked at you. his glossy eyes glimmered with the porch light that automatically turned on.
you leaned back a little, surprised at how close you were to him.
you suddenly felt that shyness that you had almost forgotten the feeling of. “im still taller.” you said.
his concentrated expression turned into a grin. “well good thing im just tall enough.”
“just tall enough for what?” you laughed. “a smurf?”
he couldn’t help but smile as he shook his head gently, careful not to break his eye contact. “no.” he said. “for this.”
and unexpectedly, that boy that stood in front of you. that boy with the sweetest smile and the cutest laugh. that boy you couldn’t stop thinking about. he leaned in. and the closer he got, the more you anticipated his touch. his hand on your cheek. his eyes fixed on your lips; that’s where he placed his own. it was the most perfect match.
you felt only his lips move out of your reach as he stepped up to you. “it’s better if i’m taller, don’t you think?” he laughed before reattaching his lips to yours. your hands made their way to find a place to rest against his chest. you felt his heart push against your palms.
“yn. i dont know if ive made it obvious enough, but i really like you.”
“so you do like me..” your grin stretched from ear to ear.
he didn’t answer. he looked at you and sighed through his forming smile. he reached for your hand to tug you closer. and without a word, your lips reconnected.
you took in everything you could about that moment. you wanted to cherish every feeling of every second you spent with that boy.
that boy who pulled you closer. that boy who held your hand.
renjun, that boy you loved, was now renjun, that boy who loved you.
tysm for requesting i rlly appreciate it ! hope u like it ＾＾
i usually don’t write things this long but idk what happened hhahahhaha
kiss it better
pure fluff
bf!renjun x gn!reader
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as much as you adored your boyfriend, renjun, he was a bit of a klutz… your so called ‘dates’ were practically babysitting. thank goodness he has you by his side, otherwise, he might set something on fire.
it was sunday night. it’s typical for you to invite renjun to your apartment so you can keep him from doing anything too stupid. you sat on your bed as you watched renjun sit at the desk in front of you, typing away at an essay due tomorrow. you admired how his pretty hands moved across the keys to make clicks and clacks. the rhythm almost lulled you to sleep, but of course, renjun, who might as well be your child, had something to say.
“done!” the boy said while closing the laptop that gleamed in front of him, darkening the room ever so slightly.
“yay. good job.” you yawned and rubbed your eyes simultaneously.
“now i just need to print it.” he jumped out of his chair. “do you have paper?”
“yes.” you gestured over to your dresser. “it’s in that drawer.”
renjun waltzed over to open the drawer and reached in to grab a sheet of paper.
“ow ow ow” renjun suddenly exclaimed.
“what, what?!” you ran over to the boy.
“paper cut.” he cried over-dramatically.
you slouched a little in relief after remembering that renjun is just a drama queen, and it’s not actually the end of the world.
“yn,” he tried to pout while holding in his laughter, “it really hurts.”
“knock it off renjun.” you scoffed and turned around to walk back to the bed until renjun grabbed your shoulder and pulled you into his chest.
“kiss it better.” he said while pulling you closer.
“renjun. you’re way too old.” you tried to squirm away from his embrace.
“ynnnnnn” he whined. “ow ow owwwwwwww it really hurts.” he tugged on your arm.
you rolled your eyes before picking up his hand and placing a gentle kiss onto the teeniest tiniest cut on his pinky. “there. feel better now?”
“almost.” he replied, now pointing to his cheek, “it hurts here too.”
and so you kissed his cheek softly.
“and here.” this time pointing to his other cheek. then his nose. then his forehead. then his lips. the next thing you know, you’re kissing renjun all over the place.
“there.” you patted his cheeks. “all better now.” turning back to your bed, renjun pulls you in again.
“wait.” he whisperd. “bandaid.”
you slapped his shoulder playfully. “it’s not even bleeding! you can barely see it—”
“owwwwwww” you were cut off by renjun’s whining.
“fine. I’ll go get one.” you brought back a bandaid and wrapped it around renjun’s pinky, placing it over the invisible wound.
“now draw a smiley face on the bandaid.” renjun made yet another request.
you reached for a marker and traced over the surface of the bandage.
“ow that hurts.” he let out a very unnecessary whimper.
“you and i both know that didn’t hurt.” you said.
renjun looked to you and smiled. “it did! so can you at least do one more thing?”
“what, renjun.”
the boy looked down to his hand, and held out his bandaged finger in front of you.
“can you kiss it better?”
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hi!!! I wanna request a fic with either mark, haechan or renjun hehehe with them and the reader reenacting latter's favorite film scenes jshsjsbsj. I will really appreciate it! I REALLY LOOOOOVE YOUR WRITINGS! YOU ROCK! <333
favorite movie
{it turned out a little differently than the initial request…but i think you’ll like it}
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pairings haechan x fem implied!reader
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you and your childhood best friend!haechan have been inseparable since preschool, no matter how much you wanted to be separated from him. You hoped that by the time you reached college you would have escaped him, but he followed you there too.
you were taking a cinematography class, and of course, he was there as well. you had just been assigned a project where a group would choose a movie scene to reenact and film. of course, you and haechan were partners. the two of you got to work at his place.
“ynnnnnn” a high-pitched whine shook you awake. “yn you can sleep later. we have to choose a scene.”
you lifted your head off of the cold kitchen table.
“hyuck you watch tons of dramas…let’s just do your favorite movie or something…”
suddenly, a light when off in haechan’s eyes. “perfect.”
he flashed a devious smile and you didn’t dare to ask what he was thinking.
he pulled his laptop from his bag and pulled up a video. “let’s do this one.”
on his laptop was a clip, where the male lead was leaning against the wall with his his arm up above the female lead’s head.
you weren’t surprised at what haechan had suggested; he’s always been a flirt.
you playfully nudged his shoulder. “donghyuck be for real.”
“pleaaaaaaasssseeeeeee can we please do this one?” he stomped his feet underneath the table. “it’ll be funny. plus, the professor said whoever chooses romance films gets extra credit.”
and for some reason… you believed him.
“seriously?”
“mhmm” he smiled.
“i hate you.” you grabbed the camera from the table and set it up on the tripod. “im only doing this for the sake of my grade.”
“this is a good spot over here.” haechan led you over to a wall in his living room.
you watched the video a few times to take notes of how the scene played out. “so you’re supposed to pin me to the wall, and then you say “look at me”, umm then i look at you.” you paused the video, and pressed record on the camera. “okay. take 1.”
haechan approached you confidently, a little too comfortable. he reached his hand up to the side of your face, and leaned forward, inching closer towards you. “look at me.” he said. you couldn’t look at him. not when you could feel your face burning red. you stepped away from haechan’s gaze for a moment. “i forgot my line.” you said, still looking away. “you’re not even supposed to say anything yet.” haechan giggled. “is your heart fluttering already?” he teased you. “let’s just try again.” he pulled your shoulder to turn you around. “oh my gosh.” he covered his mouth to hold his laugh. “yn your face is so red!” he clapped his hands together. “i was just joking about your heart fluttering-”
you pushed him away. “im just a really good actor.”
“wowwww actor yn. can i get your autograph??” he gasped.
you just ignored him. “take 2” you adjusted the camera.
haechan approached you again. “look at me.” he said. this time, you did look at him. he smiled. you were waiting for him to continue with the scene, but he just stared at you. you noticed him getting closer, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side as his face came to yours. you wanted to seem annoyed but you didn’t bother trying; you were so distracted by him. you had never really looked at him so intently before. “haechan.” you whispered, stopping him, but not pushing him away. “you know, there’s no kiss in this scene.”
he had that suspicious smile pasted across his face, like a kid stealing candy. “i know.” he continued where he left off. soon enough, his lips and your lips were glued.
normally when haechan got even remotely close to your face, your reflexes would shove him, but oddly, you didn’t feel like that anymore.
you kissed him. you kissed your best friend and you didn’t mind at all.
“yn.” he broke away from the kiss. “what do you think about me?”
you came to a sudden realization that you did have feelings for your best friend, and you saw no point in lying to him. “i think i like-” you started.
“that’s what i thought.” haechan tilted your head up a little before kissing you again. he pulled your head in to his chest. “i’ve been waiting for this moment since 5th grade.” he hugged you tighter.
you were still a little shocked at what just happened, but you couldn’t help but enjoy the warmth of haechan’s embrace, and what a good feeling it was to be loved by him.
“wait,” you muttered. “is that thing still recording?” you inspected the camera. haechan laughed. “well i guess now i’ve got a new favorite movie.”
you ended up submitting that very video, and to your surprise, you did get extra credit.
the end.
Heyyy can I request being in a relationship with haechan and reader asking Haechan for money or his card
flufffffff
no warnings !
pairings idol!haechan x gn!reader
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“haechan i’m boreeeedddd.” you collapsed onto the boy glued to the couch. “we’ve been sitting around all day.”
haechan stretched his arms out and let out an airy yawn. “do you wanna go to the mall?”
your eyes lit up.
he didn’t even need a response. “okay let’s go.”
you walked side by side into the mall. a few phone cameras flashed and heads were double-taking. but as far as they know, you’re his ‘cousin’.
haechan shook your shoulder. “hey, since our anniversary is soon, let’s split up and buy each other presents!”
“oh yeah, good idea.” you shook him back.
“kay, call me when you’re done.” right as haechan turned to walk away, you grabbed onto his sleeve.
he turned around. “yeah?”
you looked up at him with a slowly forming smile.
haechan knew exactly what you wanted. “ahh yn.” he reached into his pocket. he laughed, handing you a card. “so cute.” he shook his head.
“i forgot my wallet.” you said quietly. “but ill pay you back!”
you and him both knew that wouldn’t happen.
it sounded bad. the fact that you were going to buy haechan’s gift with his own money. but he thought it was the cutest thing.
“here, take it, you gold digger.” he teased you.
“thankk youu. id give you a big hug and a kiss right now if i could.” you whispered.
“why can’t you?”
“because your fans are watc-“
suddenly, both his hands were grabbing your face, kissing your cheek, and making the loudest “MWAH”.
you squirmed out of his grasp. “haechan, we can’t, they’re literally right there.”
he tapped his cheek with his finger. “you said you’d pay me back.” he tapped it again.
“with money, haechan.”
“sorry but this is the only form of payment I’ll accept.” he reached for the card in your hand, but before he could grab it, you left a quick kiss to his cheek, and ran off.
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thank you thank youuuuu for requesting! super cute idea.
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hii! i just found out about your blog! i wanted to request something but i also wanted to compliment your work! you have the writing style that pulls me in so that i really read the story word for word (most of the time i just skim through the entire fic to just get to the ending lol) so thank you for existing and writing these stories. they feel like a big hug! keep up the good work, i will definetly read your work in the future and catch up on your other work that i havent gotten to yet!
as for my request haha, i was wondering if you could write for jeno? im a sucker for soft jeno, but i cant really find anything that isnt wayyy too cringey. tbh soft jeno is very rare i feel like *sobs*
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like, jeno is a really cold boyfriend who doesnt really show his affection, and even when he does, he doesnt admit it. for example, when he prepares a gift for you, he puts it in a place where a lot of people can access, so that you dont know that its him. haha and then when you ask him abt it, he pretends he has no idea what ur talking abt.
the only time that jeno is soft and cuddly is when ur abt to sleep or when hes sleepy.
can u js write abt jeno being exceptionally cuddly one day in bed, and the reader is really surprised?
also maybe jeno confesses abt sweet things hes done for reader in the past?
if ur not interested, please ignore! i know i wrote a lot haha, sorry.
bye!
@dungiewungie you are the sweetest. im so flattered. thank you for reading my stories!!!! thank youuu!!! so much!!!!! ♡ ♡ ♡
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pillows
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☆ genre. flufffff + no warnings
☆ pairings. jeno x gn!reader
{11:55 pm ~ ♡}
you and jeno didn’t live together, but somehow he always found a way back to your place. he loved staying with you. he loved the way that the pillows smelled of your shampoo and how your perfume lingered on the silky sheets…
side by side, you and jeno lied in your bed, heads sunken into your pillows.
“yn, why do you have so many pillows? we can barely fit on this bed.”
he was right, you did have way too many pillows, but you liked piling them up and burring yourself to feel cozy.
he tried to throw some off to the side of the bed but you wouldn’t let him. “noo. i need all of them.”
jeno rolled his eyes and pretended to act annoyed. he shuffled around a bit to get comfortable despite drowning in the fluffiness around him. the two of you lied in silence for a moment.
“talk to me.” he said.
“talk to you?” you answered.
“yeah. it helps me sleep.” his voice was quiet.
your lips stretched past your teeth as you thought of all the things you could talk to jeno about. you figured now would be the perfect time to confront him about something since he couldn’t really go anywhere...
“remember that time you got jealous when my secret admirer sent me flowers?”
“yeah… “ he said shyly. “also..i gave you those flowers.” he confessed, a bit hesitantly. “that was before we started dating so i was kind of embarrassed.” jeno rubbed the nape of his neck.
he avoided looking at you; he was just too flustered to.
hearing that made your cheeks light up. “jenooooooo!” you wanted to give him the biggest hug, but you knew he hated your cuteness aggression. so you just told him how adorable he was, and went back to drifting off to sleep…
“yn. come here.”
your head perked up as you gladly placed yourself the closest you could to jeno while still lying side-by-side.
“no” he said, “here.”
jeno put his arm around your back, and pulled your head to rest on top of his chest. “i meant here.”
you didn’t say anything, you just giggled to yourself as you thought about how funny it was that out of all the pillows you had to choose from, he was the softest one.
thank you thank youuu for requesting! i haven’t had much time to write so I’m sorry this took soooo long. i really hope you like it ♡
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hi!! ive actually been reading your work for a long time but i never had the courage to actually request..
i was wondering if you could write for jisung! im a sucker for his deep voice *sobs* so could you write some something with jisung's deep voice? like him teasing you in the morning or reader comforting him when hes crying or smth idk HAHA
i really love your writings and i wanted to say thank you for comforting me when im down.
ilyyy!
ilysm anon :’) im so happy that you requested such a cute idea! thank you for your sweet message ♡
genre fluff . no warnings!
parings jisung x gn!reader
—9:35am˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚
“jisung.” you cooed “jiiiiisuuuung.” you were determined to get your boyfriend!jisung up early today.
he looked so peaceful. “hmmm” he hummed lowly.
“jisung wake up.”
he lifted his head slightly off the pillow and looked at you with half-open eyelids. “good morning yn.” he said softly.
you swooned over his deep voice. you felt shy all of a sudden and covered your face with your hands.
“what’s wrong?” jisung reached for your hands, but you shook him away.
“nothing is wrong. you just..”
jisung raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to finish your sentence.
“you just make nervous.” you said quietly.
jisung smiled. “i make you nervous? how?”
“your voice.”
“my voice?” jisung continued to tease you.
“ynnnnn.” jisung said in an especially deep voice.
“stop jisung you’re doing this on purpose.”
he wrapped his lanky arms around your back and hugged you tightly, looking down at you in his arms. “you try. try to talk as deep as i do.”
you laughed at his request. “okay..”
you tilted your head down and mustered up all the strength you had in your throat, nearly straining your vocal chords, but barely a whisper came out.
jisung threw his head back laughing. he adored you.
you couldn’t help but notice how his adam’s apple moved when he laughed. curiously, you took a closer look and tapped it. “how do you do that?” you said.
flustered, he put his hand on his neck, where you had just touched. “you’re very cute, yn.”
hope you enjoyed!!!
hiiiii~~ can i request a scenario where nerd!mark and athlete!reader are on a study date and mark finds reader so cute when they don't understand the material? also bonus points if the reader is shy and doesn't want to ask for help cus they're embarrassed
Thank you!! ur writings make me so happy
focus
genre fluff ﹋֪֢ ♡︩ · no warnings!
pairings nerd!mark x athlete!reader
4:18pm — ♡
“yn,” your math teacher addressed you, “im worried that your training is interfering with your studies.”
that wasn’t the first time you’d heard that, and yet, you still couldn’t think of a good excuse to tell. “look, yn, i’ve made it easier for you by arranging some study sessions with a classmate of yours.”
you actually felt kinda relieved to hear that. surely, some extra studying couldn’t hurt.
“in fact,” he continued, “he’s right here.” he gestured to a familiar boy walking into the room.
it was mark. you knew mark, but you never crossed paths much, considering how different your priorities were…you were all about training, and mark was all about studying…
“so i have to spend the rest of my afternoon with this nerd?” you accidentally said aloud.
“now, yn, we still have to be professional during after-school hours.” your teacher demanded.
mark just chuckled and smiled at you. his round glasses and ruffled hair added a gentlemanly charm to him that made you swoon a little.
“i’ll be off now, but feel free to stay in the classroom.” your teacher said, shuffling together some lose papers. “mark, just lock up the door as usual, i trust you as our class president.”
you widened your eyes. “he’s class president?”
“you didn’t know?” mark raised an eyebrow.
“i—uhh”
“i’ll leave you guys to it then.” your teacher nodded before he exited the room.
you approached mark. “if it makes you feel any better, i didn’t even know our vice principal until last week… so um, don’t take it personally.”
with that pathetic attempt at explaining yourself, mark sensed you were nervous. he walked up to you, his arms crossed and head nodding ever so slightly. “alright.” he said with a grin. “i won’t.” he looked at you for a second longer before pulling a chair out from the desk. he insisted that you sit, and he sat beside you.
and so the studying began… you handed mark a crumpled up page from the deepest, darkest depths of your backpack, and he looked confused “do you… want me to throw this away for you?”
“no!” you snatched it back. “that’s my calculus homework!”
“oh shoot!” he couldn’t hold in his cackle. “I’m sorry— yn im sorry.” he said it with the biggest smile on his face, weak from the laughter.
“whatever. just tell me how to solve this. or save us both some time and just tell me the answers.” you slumped in your chair.
he scanned the page briefly. “yeah, so it’s simple, really..” mark inched the graph paper closer to your side of the table.
he pointed at some numbers and rambled, of course, you couldn’t keep up. so you did the next best thing, which was letting your mind drift off to somewhere else..
“actually, he’s kinda cute..” you admitted to yourself while observing his side profile.
focus.
“it must be the glasses. he looks good with glasses.” now you were noticing things you hadn’t payed any attention to before.
focus.
“why is he so close to me…” your heart skipped a beat at the realization.
suddenly, mark’s voice became clear at the mention of your name.
“yn… focus” he cooed, not even looking up from the paper. he must have felt you staring, but oddly, you didn’t look away from him.
mark stopped his writing, but he kept his pen to the paper, holding it still as he turned to face you.
almost immediately, your confident demeanor crumbled, and now, head lowered, you depended on mark’s answer to break the silence.
“solve this one. it’s what i just showed you.” he rolled his pen to you.
“oh. okay.” you hesitantly took hold of the pen, and did your best to pretend like you understood, but mark obviously wasn’t buying it. after writing some gibberish, you gave up.
“um, mark?”
“yeah?”
“im a little embarrassed to ask… but.. can you explain it again?”
he didn’t look surprised. he looked at you endearingly. “as expected..” he chuckled, weighing his head side to side to stretch out his neck. his gaze shifted to the clock on the wall behind you. “you know, we should probably head out now.”
“already?” you looked back to see the time for yourself. he didn’t say anything for a second, he just nodded and flashed a gentle smile. “you get too distracted.” he nudged your shoulder. your cheeks burned a little when he did that. “well you’re too distracting.” you nudged him back.
mark grabbed his shoulder where you touched as if he were injured by your strength. “i’m so distracting yet you couldn’t focus on a single thing i said?” he teased you. you didn’t have a witty comeback, so you just stayed silent and stuffed some things wherever they could fit in your bag.
at that point, it was clear to both of you that the next few study sessions you had lined up, would be far more exciting…
a couple weeks of studying with mark went by, and the flirting made its way into your classes. he was getting bolder in his advances. it started with some subtle compliments but now he’s been giving you these corny winks from a across the room, and he makes it really obvious what he’s doing.
once mark started sitting next to you, hell broke loose. one time, the teacher asked the class to solve something, and you miraculously managed to figure it out before mark did. it still backfired tremendously…
“oh my gosh, i got it!” you whispered to mark. “it’s 29!”
he smiled at you for a second, before raising his hand, while simultaneously blurting out, “29! it’s 29!”
your teacher looked pleased. “that was quick, mark. as always, you never disappoint me with your calculating abilities.”
mark threw is head back laughing as quietly as he could, and you kicked his leg underneath the table.. as hard as you could.
later, you would find yourself sitting with mark, side by side, staring down at your math textbook.
“okay, so tell me, what's the answer to number 4?" mark questioned you.
you didn’t even try to hide the fact that you had no idea what was going on. “i don’t know it.”
mark paused and laughed out of disbelief. “yn, it’s a good thing you wanna be an athlete and not a mathematician.”
what he said was true, but it annoyed you regardless, so you snapped back.
“and it’s a good thing you’re cute, ‘cause that’s the only reason i haven’t killed you yet.”
“psh,” he laughed in an exhale. “are you into me or something?” he kept his eyes fixed on the paper in front of him.
you giggled, “i think that’s the first time i’ve actually known the answer to a question you’ve asked me.” you smirked to yourself, feeling proud of your smooth talking.
when he didn’t respond, you continued.
“yknow.. mark, for being top of the class, i thought you’d have a bit more common sense.”
“what’s that supposed to mean?” he didn’t even bother looking at you.
“yes, mark, i’m into you.”
he still avoided looking your way, but he couldn’t hold back his smile. you stayed staring at your cute math tutor, and you could tell it was making him shy. “yn. focus.” he tapped his pencil on the table.
you tried to pout. “but the math isn’t cute...”
he tapped his pencil more aggressively.
you didn’t try to fight back. you started jotting some things down desperately trying to figure out the equation, until he tapped his pencil again. “yn. i need you to focus.”
annoyed, you jerked your head to face him. “i am focused. im literally doing the math-” your eyes traced his features.
“no, i mean on this.”
“on what?”
he smiled and tapped his pencil to his cheek.
“i need you to focus on me.”
this ended up being longer than intended... but thank you thank you so much for requesting, im so happy to hear that you like my writingggggggggff!!!!! also sorry this took so long, im kinda backed up on requests LOL.