ch. 24: jenos life is a joke.
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NOTES: one more chapter and my baby is gone🥹im sorry this took so long i just got back from vacation a few days ago and i’ve been so unmotivated and reluctant to end this fic bc i’ve loved writing it🥹hopefully last chapter won’t take me another month…but ily guys thank you for being so patient <333
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ch. 22: bros cooked
ch. 23: the adults are talking.
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NOTES: GUYS IM SORRY. I AM A HORRIBLE WOMAN FOR GOING ALMOST A MONTH WITHOUT AN UPDATE SHAME ME !!!! im locked in though…we only have three chapters left🥹
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ch. 21: if i could fly
Jeno sighs for the nth time that night as he slips on his shoes by the front door. His father’s lecture from dinner is still fresh in his mind, and it plays like a broken record as he stands up and slips on his coat.
He steps out into the frigid air of the night, a shiver running up his spine but he’d much rather freeze right now than stay in the house where his thoughts can’t seem to leave him alone. He walks down the familiar streets of his hometown, a slight grimace on his face as his father’s voice loops through his head.
He needs a drink. Maybe even several drinks. But unfortunately for him, the nearest convenience store in this stupid town was a twenty minute walk, and it would have closed by the time he got there.
He passes his elementary school as he walks and he stops, taking in a deep breath. The playground was painted over a bright yellow, but even then he could see the chips and cracks that came with time. He walks onto the rubber flooring and sits on a swing, the seat being just a bit too small for him but he didn’t care. He shuts his eyes and rests his head against the rope, the thoughts in his mind running rampant as he swings himself slowly.
As he sits on the swing, he can’t help but remember the time you and him were together at the playground near campus. A small huff of laughter leaves his lips as he remembers his own drunken antics, and a fond smile etches it’s way onto his features as he thinks about how well you took care of him despite him being an asshole at the time.
God, he misses you. He misses your laugh thats slightly too loud and the way your eyes twinkle whenever you’re telling your friends about the new book you’ve started to read. He misses the way you furrow your brows when you’re concentrated during dance practice and the way you always try to crack a joke to keep the mood up when everyone’s tired. He misses you, in your entirety, but you were probably back home getting closer to Jaemin while he was stuck here getting hounded by his father every day for the next two weeks.
He sighs heavily, leaning forward and putting his head in his hands. He’s drowning in an amalgamation of thoughts and he can’t use alcohol to drown them out this time, so he just lets the cold numb his hands and face as he sits pitifully in the small swing.
“Oh no. Are you drunk again?”
His head snaps up when he hears your sweet-like-honey voice flood his very cold ears and his eyes lock onto yours, the thoughts that were clouding his head screeching to an abrupt stop as he looks at you for the first time in three weeks.
“Y/N?” His voice comes out raspy because the cold air has completely dried his throat, and he coughs before calling out to you again. “Y-Y/N?”
You sigh, running a gloved hand through your hair, “I had a feeling this would happen. How much did you have?”
“How much what?”
“Alcohol! How much did you drink tonight?” You kneel in front of him with your eyebrows stitched together in slight exasperation and worry. “Whats with you and sitting in below freezing weather when you’re drunk? Are you trying to get frost bite or something?”
He’s still trying to wrap his head around the fact that you’re actually real and in front of him as you scold him for his lack of appropriate clothing.
“God, you can’t even answer me. Where did you even get alcohol in this fuckass town?” You mumble, taking off your mittens and attempting to put them on his larger hands.
Although his hands are partially numb, he could feel the way your warm fingers gently touch his palm, and he snaps out of his lovestruck daze.
“I’m…I’m not drunk but what are you…why are you here?” He speaks breathlessly, partially because he’s very sure the cold is squeezing his lungs and partially because you’ve gotten impossibly prettier since the last time he saw you.
“You’re not drunk? Really?” You quirk a brow at him, holding up two fingers. “How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Two. Now, answer my question. What are you doing here?” His eyes trace your features as realization dawns on you and you blink at him.
“Oh, well…I came to see you,” Your face softens as you look at him, your hand still holding his as you try to squeeze your mitten on.
He definitely wishes he was drunk right now. At least then, it could excuse the way his heart soars when you tell him you came all this way just to see him.
“How did you…when did you…god, I have so many questions,” He lets out huff, shaking his head as he tries to organize his thoughts.
“Why don’t I walk you back home and we can talk? Your hands are shaking and these stupid mittens won’t fit,” You grumble, pulling them off his fingers and putting them back on.
He shakes his head almost immediately, “No. I don’t want to go home right now.”
You let out a soft sigh, nodding. You understand the feeling all too well, so you don’t push him as you move to sit on the tiny swing next to him. A thick silence fills the space between you two as he looks at the ground and you look at him.
“You’re gonna get cold,” He mumbles, eyes glued to the ground.
You scoff, “I’m properly layered, unlike you.”
He lets out a soft laugh at your snarky response, his head shaking in amusement. It’s quiet again for some time, and you look down at your shoes as he speaks up.
“Why’d you come to see me?” He asks quietly, his feet shuffling on the rubber flooring of the playground. When his question is met with silence, he continues speaking, “I mean, you could be at Chenle’s cabin cozying up to Jaemin right now. Why would you-“
“Jeno, I don’t like Jaemin.”
Your words cut him off and he stills, looking down at his shoes before turning his head to look at you with his brows stitched together in confusion. You roll your eyes at his expression, turning your whole body as best as you can in the tiny ass swing to face him.
“You didn’t watch the whole video, you know. If you did, you would have known that Winter was definitely not talking about Jaemin.”
He blinks slowly, your words registering in his brain as his lips form a small ‘o’.
“So…is it Mark?” He asks quietly, and you let out an annoyed groan.
“Oh my god, you’re dumb,” You mumble into your hands, ignoring his noises of protest as you sigh. “No, it’s not Mark.”
He lets out a noise of realization and you smile in relief, his lips settling in a line. “Right. It’s probably Chenle, huh? You guys are always together, I should have known-”
“It’s you! It’s not Jaemin, Mark, Chenle, or Jisung. Or Renjun or Hyuck or even Winter! It’s you, dumbass. I sat on a damn train for two hours and I am now sitting on the world’s most uncomfortable swing at 11pm in the middle of winter because I like you! Does that spell it out for you?”
Despite the freezing cold temperature that nips at his ears and nose, his face grows incredibly hot at your confession, and his lips part in surprise.
“Y-you…I-I…What?” His voice comes out quietly, a strange feeling churning in his chest and rendering him speechless.
You groan again, standing up from the god awful swing and putting your hand up as if you’re taking an oath.
“I, Y/N Y/L/N, like you, Lee Jeno, and probably have since the minute I joined dance. I like that you have the softest spot for your friends even though you try to act like an asshole. I like that you’re passionate about dance and that you do everything you can to encourage our team members to keep going. I like that we like the same snacks and shows, and I like that I never have to pretend to be someone else around you because even if you pretend like you don’t, I know you like me too,” You let out in one big breath.
Jeno doesn’t know what to do or say. He stares at you with slightly wide eyes and parted lips, any form of vocabulary being completely caught in his throat. He tries to absorb the information you just presented him, his brain replaying your words over and over again.
“Okay so you…” He starts, pointing at you, “Like me?” He points back at himself.
“Yes.”
“And not…Jaemin? Or any of our other friends?”
“Okay, I thought I made that pretty clear but yeah, thats the gist.”
Jeno’s brain hasn’t malfunctioned like this since taking bio chemistry last semester. He’s staring at you with a million thoughts running through his head, but none of them are coherent enough for him to speak, so he just stares dumbly at you for what feels like ages.
“Okay.”
You furrow your brows at his response, moving your hair away from your ears to make sure you heard that correctly, “Okay?”
“I’m sorry, I’ll probably have a better response for you in like, maybe three hours? But it’s really cold right now and I think it’s causing some sort of neurological delay,” He bounces on the balls of his feet in an attempt to garner some warmth.
It was only then did you realize that he was trembling, not from your confession but from the temperature that only seems to be dropping as you two stand in the playground.
“Oh shit, yeah, let’s get you warmed up. Let’s go home,” You take off your scarf and wrap it around his head, and you empty your pockets of the heat packs you brought and stuff them into his hands.
“I already told you, I don’t want you to-“
“Not that home. Home where everyone else is,” You sigh quietly, “Jaemin already talked to your dad and got your stuff from the house. They should be here to pick us up and take us to the station any minute now.”
“They?” He quirks a brow.
As if on queue, you both turn your heads at the sound of a car honking and see a white SUV pull up in front of the playground. The driver window rolls down and Jaemin sticks his head out, a playful smile on his face as he waves at the two of you. Mark and Jisung follow suit, their heads sticking out of the backseat window as they wave.
“Our train leaves in 20 minutes! Are you two done making out or what?” You hear Chenle’s voice call out from the passenger seat, and you and Jeno both laugh at the way Jaemin grimaces at the volume.
“Come on. Let’s go home,” You smile at Jeno.
His lips are completely frozen, and he’s sure if he moves them too much they’ll crack and bleed, but despite that he manages a small smile and nods, walking towards the car with you.
The entire ride to the train station is a blur for Jeno, your confession weighing heavily on his mind as he stares blankly out the window. The guys buzz with excitement and are going on about what he’s missed since he left, but he drowns all of it out as he contemplates what to do about the fact that you like him. He’s in a daze up until you’re all seated on the train, and Mark pipes up from across the aisle.
“Hey, it’ll be new years in one minute! We should start counting down,” Mark buzzes.
“Don’t remind me. I should be having a rager at my cabin right now,” Chenle grimaces, glaring half heartedly at Jeno.
As Mark starts counting down the minute, Jisung shushes him and ushers him to sit back down in his seat, “Stop that. We’re in public.”
“Theres no one else in the cart besides us! Come on! 15…14…” Mark continues, and you laugh from your seat next to Jeno at his excitement. Jeno’s shoulder gently nudges yours to get your attention and you turn your head to him.
“You’re sure you like me?” He asks quietly, a hint of nervousness and something close to desperation lingering in his soft gaze.
“Yes, Jeno. I’m sure I like you,” You reassure him with a smile.
“Like, how sure?” He presses.
You let out a quiet huff of laughter, “Very sure. So sure I’m willing to bet money on it.”
Jeno’s heart nearly bursts at the seams when your hand accidentally brushes his, and his eyes flicker to Mark, now joined by Chenle, who counts down the last few seconds to the new year.
“3…2…1!”
As the train passes through a tunnel and is plunged into darkness, Jeno leans forward and gently presses his lips against yours. His hand gently cradles your jaw, bringing you closer to him as he kisses you tenderly.
You’re taken aback by the action, your ears ringing half from the way your body seems to buzz at the feeling of his lips and half from the shriek that comes from Jisung as the cart is enveloped in darkness. You’re frozen too long for Jeno’s liking, and he pulls away with worried eyes, thinking he overstepped his boundaries.
“I-I’m sorry, I just-“
You don’t waste another second as you pull him back in by his hoodie, your hands bunching the material as your lips mold with his. His body melts in relief at your touch, and both of his hands come up to cup your cheeks as he kisses you back with every ounce of love and tenderness his body held for you.
When both pull apart, the train is dimly lit again and you’re both slightly out of breath, the smiles on your faces undeniable as you look at each other. Somewhere in the background, you can hear the guys teasing Jisung for his girlish scream, but you can’t afford to pay any mind to that right now when Jeno sits in front of you with his cheeks flushed pink and his eyes filled with nothing but adoration.
“Happy new year, Jeno,” You breathe out, your voice hushed as you let go of his hoodie and smooth out the creases that you caused.
Jeno’s eyes never leave your face as you sheepishly fix his hoodie, and his hands move to gently hold yours in his lap. The voice that tells him he might never be good enough for you is drowned out with the rest of the noise in the cart, and as he stares at your softened features and the way you smile at him so prettily, he decides then and there that he would be okay as long as he was yours.
“Happy new year, Y/N.”
[BONUS]
Jaemin watches with a fond smile as Mark and Chenle count down for the new year, his shoulders shaking with laughter as Jisung cowers in his seat out of embarrassment. His ears perk up when he hears Jeno speak to you from the seats behind him, and he listens in as he asks you if you’re sure you like him.
Typical Jeno, he thinks, rolling his eyes at his friend’s very uncool line of questioning. When the train passes through the tunnel and Jisung lets out a less than manly cry next to him, he notices the silence from behind him and decides to peek through the crack between the seats to see what you two were doing.
His eyes struggle to adjust to the inky darkness in the cart, but he swears he can see what looks like the outline of two people pressed against each other, and he gasps quietly, swatting Jisungs arm.
“Dude! I think they’re kissing, but I can’t see!” He whispers, trying to get a better view without disrupting your moment.
“Who’s that?! Who just touched me?!” Jisung shrieks, and Jaemin slouches back in his seat with a blank stare at the coward beside him.
“Dude, seriously? I’ve been right next to you this whole time,” He mutters, the younger boy putting his hands out and touching the seat in front of him.
“What did you say? It’s too dark, I can’t hear you!”
“What does that have to do with-“
The train cart is dimly lit again and Jisung lets out a sigh of relief, Jaemins face twisted into a slight scowl at his dramatics.
When he peeks through the crack between the seats again, he sees Jeno holding your hands and he smiles, settling back in his seat with his arms crossed over his puffed out chest triumphantly.
Jisung turns to him in an attempt to ignore the teasing coming from beside him. “What are you all smug about?”
“The fruits of my labor are ripe and beautiful, my friend. And I am enjoying them thoroughly.”
Jisung’s eyebrow twitches up in a look of confusion and slight concern, before he turns away from him.
“Whatever that means.”
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wc: 2.8k haha…IM SORRY!
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NOTES: did you guys like this chapter do you guys love me if i were an ant would you step on me….anyhow i hope you guys love this chapter as much as i do!!! had me geeking and giggling fr. next chapter probably soon because im going on vacation next week and i don’t want you guys to starve (again…)🫂
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ch.19: having a what on who😟
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NOTES: hi…did you guys miss me…or do you hate me…either way i hope you guys enjoy reading!! ily thank you for being patient🥹🩷im also definitely missing some people from the taglist so if you asked to be on the taglist and you’re not here pls lmk on this post !!!
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ch.15: get a load of this guy
ch. 16: the cat distribution system
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NOTES: heyy…im so sorry this took so long my semester just started and i’m all over the place. thank you for being so patient🥹anyways u guys know i loveee a good party chapter
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ch. 14: geeking and tweaking
ch. 15: get a load of this guy
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NOTES: giggled so bad writing this chapter #freeme i love enemies to lovers guys. LOVERBOY JENOOOOOOOO LETS GOOOOOOO
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ch. 12: and the crowd is…concerned
Jeno stares at himself in the practice room mirror and curses under his breath. He tries to practice the entire song, then the chorus, and even one singular verse but he can’t focus for the life of him. He even tries to just stretch with music on, but his brain is in overdrive and he has no one to blame but you.
It’s been a week, no, five days to be exact, since he hung out with his friends or spoke to you. Outside of dance practice, he’s completely absorbed himself in his schoolwork and even went as far as to pick up extra shifts at the movie theater to keep his mind occupied and far away from you. However, despite his many attempts, it was almost like you carved yourself deep into the folds of his brain and he started to see you everywhere. It also didn’t help that he quite literally saw you everywhere; on campus, during practice, at the movie theater laughing and chatting it up with his friends.
Fuck this. He’s definitely going on a bender tonight.
He hastily packs his gym bag and trudges out in below freezing temperature to make his way to the nearest convenience store. When the automatic doors slide open, he beelines straight to the back and picks up three bottles of flavorless soju, setting them down on the counter with an unnecessary amount of force that makes the cashier jump.
“Sorry,” He mumbles, looking up at the younger boy behind the register.
The cashier scans the bottles quickly and bags them with a nervous smile. “Rough night?”
“I guess,” Jeno sighs quietly, taking the bag and putting two fingers up in a mock salute before leaving the store. He cracks open the first soju bottle, putting the other two in his gym bag as he walks down the street.
The first sip burns his throat and nearly makes him retch on the spot, but he pulls through and takes another immediately after. Four sips in and his mind is still riddled with thoughts of you, your laugh, and how happily you smile at his friends. He takes another, then another, and without even realizing he’s already downed half the bottle and yet he still can’t get his mind off of you.
An entire bottle and a half later, he decides that you’re a disease. No, the plague. You were a plague on his mind and heart and he’s a victim to your charms and the fatal distraction that is your effortless beauty. You bring out the worst in him, and while his mind is telling him you are pure evil in human form, his heart can’t help but yearn to be close to you.
He finds a playground in his slightly drunken stupor and collapses onto a swing, emptying his second bottle and tossing it into his gym bag. He fiddles with the bottle caps in his hands, twisting the metal pieces together and making hearts before placing them on the swing next to him. He pulls out his third and final bottle of soju, a slight pout forming on his lips when he realizes he would be out of alcohol soon and he’s still thinking about you.
As he twists the cap off, he swears he hears your voice and he scoffs. You’ve driven him far past insanity, to the point where he’s starting to have auditory hallucinations. He shakes his head and takes a swig from the bottle, and as his head tilts back to swallow the alcohol, he sees you standing in front of him and he laughs.
“God, I’m going crazy,” He laughs again.
He can’t believe that his thoughts have manifested into full hallucinations now, and he takes a long swig from the bottle.
“What the hell are you doing?” Your voice calls out and he puts a finger to his lips.
“You’re not supposed to talk. Just stand there and be pretty and annoying like you always are,” He slurs, pointing an accusing finger at the you-shaped blob in front of him. He tips his head back to pour another shot down his throat, but the aforementioned blob grabs the bottle out of his hand and he’s left pouting and utterly confused.
“So you’re not a hallucination…but a dream? No, nightmare. This is a nightmare…a really nice one,” He smiles lazily at you, reaching out for the bottle.
“I hate to break it to you but I’m neither a hallucination nor nightmare. How much did you drink?” You speak, crouching down in front of him.
He blinks a few times, the cold air blowing against his poorly dressed frame sobering him up just the slightest bit.
“You’re real?” He blinks slowly at you, reaching his numb hands out to poke at your slightly pink nose. When you grimace and swat his hand away, his face sours, and he hugs his arms close to his chest. “Ew. Go away.”
You roll your eyes, gently placing the bag of books you had just bought on the ground next to his gym bag. You take off the thick scarf you had around your neck and wrap it around his, pulling it up to cover his lips and nose.
“You are so stupid. Why are you in the cold in just a hoodie and getting drunk at 9pm? You’re lucky no cops have passed by or you would have been arrested for being disorderly in public,” You grumble, taking the hot packs you had in your jacket and placing them into his hands.
“Who told you to be annoying and stupid?” He blabs, giggling to himself as if he just delivered the best comeback of all time. “That was a good one.”
You unwillingly let out a laugh at his drunken antics, a small sigh leaving your lips. You pull your phone out and send a quick text to Jaemin, letting him know that you needed his help getting Jeno home.
“Why’d you drink so much, Jeno? Weren’t you supposed to be practicing today?” You ask gently, lips twitching into a smile when you see the way he whines and tucks his chin further into your scarf.
“I told you…cause you’re stupid and annoying,” His voice is muffled by the thick fabric covering his lips, but you’re able to make out every word clearly.
“Yes, I’m stupid and annoying. But what does that have to do with you drinking…” You glance down at his gym bag, then at the bottle you took away from him, “…two and half bottles of soju by yourself?”
He scoffs, burrowing himself impossibly deeper into your scarf and you suck your teeth when he mumbles incoherently into the thick fabric.
“Jeno, if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to hear you,” You scold, your cold fingers gently reaching up to lower the scarf and tilt his chin up. His eyes are laser focused on you as you do so, and you beckon for him to repeat himself.
“This is why you’re stupid and annoying,” He mumbles, his eyes half-glaring but half-full of something close to longing.
You tilt your head in confusion. “I’m stupid and annoying because…”
“Why are you taking care of me? It’s the middle of the night and you’re out here in the cold giving me your scarf even…even though I’m not nice to you.”
His words are clumsy and jumbled together due to the alcohol, but you understand every word and you sigh, a thick silence enveloping the two of you.
You clear your throat, “Well, one, it’s only like, 9pm, so it’s not really the middle of the night.”
He checks his phone and squints at the numbers 9:12PM, a laugh leaving his lips.
“And two…” You trail off, adjusting the scarf so it covers his nose again, “I guess I can understand where you’re coming from, so I can’t really hate you.”
“Understand? What do you understand about me?” He jabs a finger to his own chest, before turning it and pointing it at you, “You…you’re just a pretty princess in a pretty princess castle…and you live a pretty princess life! You don’t understand…you shouldn’t understand,” He babbles, his hands moving around to make grand gestures as he speaks.
“Well, this pretty princess definitely does not live a pretty princess life,” You laugh quietly, a hint of amusement etched in your smile as you regard him carefully.
He frowns. Even in his alcohol-induced haze, he still feels a pang in his heart at your confession, and he’s stuck between wanting to ask you a million questions or push you away again. Instead, he does neither, opting to lean forward slightly in the swing and beckon you over with his hand.
You move closer, kneeling on one knee in front of him. He motions for you to come closer, and you roll your eyes as you do so, “What do you-oh.”
He slumps forward and wraps his arms around your shoulders in a hug, resting his chin on your shoulder. Your eyes slightly widen in surprise, a strained oof leaving your lips as he rests most of his weight on you. Your hands come up automatically, mostly to keep him from falling, but also because you might have wanted to indulge yourself a bit as well.
“What’s this for?” You laugh quietly, patting him on the back as he hums and buries his face into the crook of your neck, and you’re not sure if the warmth you feel is from him or because of him.
“Just wanted to,” He slurs, his eyes fluttering shut as he allows himself to enjoy the closeness for once, the alcohol momentarily silencing the part of him thats afraid he’ll never be enough for you.
A call of your name makes you crane your neck to the side, and you see Jaemin jogging up to you with a disgruntled look on his face that quickly morphs into a knowing smirk when he sees the way Jeno has himself wrapped around you.
“And what do we have here?” He wiggles his brows at you two, and you roll your eyes, turning your attention back to Jeno.
“Jeno? Jaemin’s here to take you home,” You call gently, patting his back to get his attention. He whines and clings onto you a little tighter, and you let out a sigh, turning to Jaemin with a pointed glare, “A little help would be nice, Jaem.”
Jaemin rolls his eyes, bending over to grab Jeno’s shoulders, “Hey buddy. Time to go home, yeah?”
Jeno shrugs him off, mumbling incoherently into your neck.
“What was that?” Jaemin’s head tilts to the side in confusion, leaning closer to try to understand what his drunk friend is saying, before a sly smile completely takes over his face. “Oh. You want to stay with Y/N?”
You balk when you feel him nod against your shoulder, an awkward laugh leaving your lips as you look at Jaemin.
“Okay, time to go home, Jeno. Up we go,” You let out a strangled noise as you stand up, lifting him up with you as you struggle to hold his weight against you, “Jaemin! Stop standing there and help me!”
Jaemin puts his hands up in apology before reaching over to practically pry Jeno off of you. Despite his protests, Jeno finally settles in Jaemin’s arms, swaying side to side as he supports himself with an arm around Jaemin’s shoulders.
“Here, this is his,” You pick up the gym bag and adjust it on Jaemin’s free shoulder, before letting out a sigh. You adjust the scarf around his neck again, and you have to physically restrain yourself from melting on the spot when he nuzzles his face into your touch.
“Text me when you guys are home,” You mumble, reluctantly moving your hand away from Jeno.
“Will do. Get home safe, yeah?” Jaemin breathes out, adjusting Jeno’s arm around his shoulder before turning to walk back in the direction he came in. “Come on buddy, time to put you to bed.”
You hear Jeno mumble unintelligibly again and Jaemin scolds him, a small laugh leaving your lips as you watch both of them walk down the street before disappearing around the corner. You turn back to the swing where Jeno was just sitting, and your eyes flicker over to the two bottle caps sitting on the swing next to it. They’re twisted into hearts, much like the ones you found in your pockets after friendsgiving.
You crouch down and pick them up, inspecting them with a smile on your lips.
“Lee Jeno,” You mumble, fingers gently tracing the heart, “Quite the romantic.”
You laugh to yourself, pocketing the caps before picking up your bag of books and beginning the trek back to your dorm, your cheeks warm despite the below freezing temperature that nips at your skin.
wc: 2.1k (im literally so sorry)
ch. 13: winter and y/n’s dorm📍
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NOTES: i love this chapter sm…i kept looking over and adding more and now its the length of a literal one shot help me. anyways we’re so up loverboy!jeno is COMING.
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ch.8: jeno is a liar and a half.
ch.9: 1 step forward, 3 steps back
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NOTES: Hi just definitely failed my last final of the semester but i dont give a gaf bc i am free. also marks new solo is so mf good i want to cry but its literally not a song to cry to. anyways i hope you guys like the little thanksgiving chapter and jeno being a cutie drunk…
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ch.7: odd…peculiar even…
ch. 8: jeno is a liar and a half.
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NOTES: i have officially seen dream every time they’ve come here my life is not real anyways i hope you guys like this chapter things are getting REALLLLLL. also im so so sorry updates are so slow i’m writing 4 million different fics rn and studying for finals bc my brain wont stop. thank u for being so patient lovelies
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ch.6: since we’re lying now…
The slight creak of the dance studios door pulls Jeno from his focus and he scowls, turning his head to see you standing like a deer in headlights at the entrance.
“Can I help you?” He grumbles, returning his attention back to his phone where he compiles a series of tweets on his private account.
“Aren’t you just a ray of sunshine?” You coo sarcastically, walking into the studio and shutting the door.
“What are you doing?” Jeno asks as he watches you put your bag down in the corner and take your sweater off.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” You quirk a brow at him, stretching your arms over your head with a satisfied moan. “I’m in a dance studio with athletic clothes on. What else could I possibly be doing?”
Jeno ignores the way his eyes almost instinctively flit down to the exposed skin of your waist, and he averts his eyes to the wall. He feels a twinge of annoyance bubbling in his chest at your snarky remark, and he scoffs. “Can’t you see I’m already in here? Go somewhere else to practice.”
“Is there some sort of rule that says I can’t practice at the same time as you?” You ask rather nonchalantly, the steadiness in your voice driving Jeno up the wall as he continues to look everywhere else but you.
“No, jackass, it’s just common courtesy to respect each others space,” He huffs.
“I’m not even in your space, or remotely close to your space. I’ll stay on this side, so you can stop your bitching and whining so we can both lock in, deal?” You counter, putting your Airpods into your ears before turning your back towards him and facing the wall of mirrors on your side.
Jeno stands dumbfounded for a moment, slowly processing your words before turning around to his own wall of mirrors. He clears his throat and stretches, cramming his headphones back into his ears and letting the beat of the song flood his eardrums.
For the next hour, you’re both in your respective zones, and while you’re effortlessly moving through the choreography, Jeno was struggling to even remember the moves to his own routine. He loops the song once, twice, then by the eleventh time he’s cursing under his breath out of frustration that he completely believes is your fault.
With both of your mirrors facing each other on opposite ends of the room, Jeno could see your every movement despite having his back towards yours. His eyes trace your figure as you move to the music blasting in your headphones, his breath hitching every time the hem of your shirt rides up at the slightest movement of your arms.
Despite the booming bass that occupies his ears, he’s almost certain the erratic beating of his heart is louder, and he doesn’t know what comes over him as he surges forward and forcefully turns you by your shoulder.
“Dude! I was so locked in, what the hell are y—“
“Get out,” He barks, his jaw clenched as he keeps his fists balled up at his sides.
You let out a short laugh, partially in disbelief and partially because of the way his cheeks were tinted pink from dancing.
“No. Anything else?” You reject, looking up at him and beckoning for him to continue.
“I’m serious, Y/N. Get out. I don’t want you here,” Jeno snaps, and you let out a long sigh.
“Listen, buddy—”
“I’m not your buddy.”
“We have been peacefully coexisting in this studio for the past hour, and not only have you just physically harmed me—”
“I grabbed your shoulder?”
“But you are now telling me to leave for no reason. Tell me Jeno, is it fun?” You probe, your arms crossing over your chest.
“Is what fun?” Jeno buffers, his eyes finding it difficult to tear away from the way the light sheen of sweat makes your skin glow.
“This one sided beef you have going on. Is it fun to hate someone for no reason?” You question further, stepping closer to him.
“I have my reasons,” He mutters under his breath, refusing to tear his eyes away from yours in fear that they’d wander to places that he should definitely not be focused on.
“Please, share with the class,” You gesture for him to continue.
“Well, you’re extremely loud, thats one,” Jeno scoffs, his hands on his hips as you continue to stand in front of him tauntingly in your absurdly tight top and dangerously low waisted sweats.
“Amazing, next?” You count off one finger, sticking up the next as you wait for his response.
“You’re…you’re always off beat!” He calls out pathetically, his brain short circuiting as he struggles to keep his eyes on yours.
“Not true. Hyuck messes up more than I do, but go off. Three?” You stick up another finger.
Jeno racks his brain for any sort of insult he could hurdle at you but begins to find it impossible as you stand less than two feet in front of him, your head tilted to the side as you regard him with a hint of challenge in your eyes.
“You’re too energetic, you talk too much, and you…you’re always taking up too much space!” He blurts out all in one breath, his chest heaving.
In the midst of his fervor he hadn’t realized that you had started to step closer to him, and he balks at the way you practically have him backed up against the wall of mirrors. You, on the other hand, sport a wicked, almost knowing, smile, and you clear your throat to speak.
“You know, for someone who hates me so much, it sure was hard for you to come up with five simple reasons for not liking me,” You feign a pout, tilting your head in mock sympathy. “Was that hard for you, Jeno?”
His face hardens at your mocking tone and he mumbles out a quiet “No.”
“Alright, well, one, I do have a lot of energy, but don’t you think we need that to dance?” You question him gently, a satisfactory smile spreading on your face when you see the way his jaw clenches.
When he doesn’t answer and opts to narrow his eyes at you, you continue “Two, even if I do talk too much, it’s almost never to you so why do you care? Are you paying that much attention to me, babe?”
He doesn’t want to admit it but his heart nearly lurches out of his throat at the pet name, and he takes a deep breath to ground himself.
“Do you even realize how loud you are?”
“Oh, please. You can’t be friends with Chenle and Mark then call me loud,” You scoff, poking his chest with your finger. “Can I be real honest, Jeno?”
“I guess,” He digs his nails into his palms to distract himself from the feeling of your finger gently tracing shapes on his chest.
“I think you have a little crush on me,” You smirk up at him.
“You’re ridiculous,” He says through gritted teeth, “I don’t like you at all.”
Theres a moment of silence as you look at each other, fire burning behind both of your gazes as you let out a breath of laughter.
“‘Love and hate are visceral. Your stomach twists at the thought of that person. The heart in your chest beats heavy and bright, nearly visible through your flesh and clothes. Your appetite and sleep are shredded. Every interaction spikes your blood with adrenaline, and you’re in the brink of fight or flight. Your body is barely under your control. You’re consumed, and it scares you. Both love and hate are mirror versions of the same game.’ Sally Thorne,” You let out in one breath.
“I did not understand a word you just said,” He deadpans.
“It’s a quote from a book. And it’s basically saying theres no real difference between how you feel when you love or hate someone. So how sure are you that what you feel for me is hatred?” You prod at his chest again.
“You’re an idiot. Stop that,” He pushes your finger away from his chest.
“An idiot you might just be in love with,” You continue poking at his chest.
“I said stop, Y/N.”
“Or what? Is little Jeno gonna do something bad-”
Your words die in your throat as he grabs the hand that has been relentlessly poking his chest and swiftly spins you around. Your breath hitches when he presses you against the cold surface of the mirror, and your eyes widen as he peers down at you.
His breathing is heavy as he keeps a firm grip on the hand that you used to prod at him, and his eyes study your face before trailing up to your eyes.
“I told you to stop.”
The silence that fills the studio is enough to make your ears ring as you two stare at each other. An unwelcome thought pricks at your brain and your gaze falls to his lips, your eyes following his tongue as it darts out to wet the surface.
The jingling of keys breaks you out of your reverie and you gasp, your head snapping towards the door before you shove Jeno away from you. He stumbles back with a grunt, his gaze still lingering on you as you watch the door open.
“Uh, sorry kids. Time to go,” A janitor stands in the doorway as he taps at the watch on his wrist, “Nightly roll call is in like ten minutes. You better head back to your dorm.”
Your feet move quickly to your side of the studio and your frantic hands grab at your belongings. You hug your bag and sweater close to your chest before scurrying past the janitor, who watches you with mild concern as you leave.
Jeno doesn’t move from his spot in front of the mirror. His eyes are trained on the spot you were standing not long ago, the image of you shamelessly staring at his lips burned into his memory. He groans, rubbing his eyes with his palms as he mutters under his breath.
“Idiot.”
wc: a little over 1.7k im SORRY
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NOTES: this writer does not know how to stfu im sorry. but i hope you guys like this chapter bc i sure enjoyed writing it ;) i promise it wont take two weeks for the next one💗
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