To Love And To Cherish | Lee Jeno

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Seasons Change // Jeno

Summary: You grew up with Jeno… You just didn’t realize how much your feelings changed along the way.

Pairing: Jeno x Y/N

Genre & Theme: Fluff, Nostalgia, Childhood, First Kiss.

Word count: 2,995

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The first time you met Jeno was when you were nine years old.

It was in a small park in Incheon, one that your parents let you go to with the aid of your older sister, Yerim. She would let you play on the equipment, keeping an eye on you as you scuffed around in the mulch while she, herself, mingled with a pretty girl her age with light violet hair.

It was interesting, to say the least.

He was just the boy from the other side of the neighborhood, at that point. A face you that hadn’t yet sunk into your memory. He liked to swing, he liked to pluck grass, and he enjoyed sitting under the yellow slide in the shade when it got too hot. That was the extent of your young knowledge.

It was just another summer day, and you were walking to the park holding Yerim’s hand. You played on your own, swinging on the swings next to the lanky mixed boy who lived in the house across from you when you heard a cry from under the yellow slide.

You jumped off the swing, little feet disturbing the mulch as you ran over to where the noise came from. It was the boy, the boy who liked to swing and pluck grass.

He had mulch and dirt across his lap, ruining his shorts. You looked around, grabbing onto a red support bar as you tried to find who could’ve upset him. A sniff rose in the air, bringing your attention back to the sitting boy.

“Are you okay?” You whispered, sitting down across from him.

He nodded, frowning as he wiped off his pants, “Yeah… I’m fine,” He glowered in the direction of two taller teenagers.

You followed his line of sight, seeing the two of them pushing each other jokingly as they laughed. The taller one nodded in your direction, pointing and smirking as your frowned at them, “They should apologize.”

“No-! It’s okay, you don’t-!” Jeno mumbled, trying to catch your hand as you pushed yourself off the ground and made you way over to the punks with an angry expression on your small face. The taller, and probably also the older one, raised an eyebrow.

“Apologize to him!”

Yerim looked on with a sigh, muttering, “There she goes again.”

The shorted boy snorted, “If he wanted us to apologize, then wouldn’t he be over here himself?”

“Who cares? Why are you so mean?” You whined, frown deepening. Yerim sighed, debating intervening. You flicked the boy in the chest, “Don’t kick dirt on people.”

The taller one stuck out his tongue, the muscle disappearing back behind his lips when he saw something behind you.

“Look who decided to come out of his hiding place,” he drew, “Coming to get your little girlfriend?”

Your face flushed red and tried to kick him in the shin, only to be pulled backwards by a soft hand. You stumbled, yelling, “I’m not little!”

Jeno held your wrist as he made you retreat, pulling you away from the tall, jeering boys. You still wanted to fight them, hurling out what little insults you knew. Eventually, you found yourself under the yellow slide once again, pouting.

“You didn’t have to do that,” He whispered, still holding your wrist. He let go when he realized you weren’t going to run over there and try to kick one of them in the shin again, “I can handle myself just fine.”

“Sure you can…”

He pursed his lips, “Jeno.”

“Sure, Jeno.” You sighed, “I’m Y/N. Wanna meet my sister?”

“Do I have a choice?” He sighed, tiling his head.

“Yes,” You said, but you already were dragging him over to Yerim, “It’s really warm today.”

Jeno agreed.

That afternoon, your sister took the two of you to a local shop and bought you frozen lemonade, all three of you siting on the street curb eating the cold sweet under the hot sun. Jeno had never tried it before, but quickly found out it was something he loved immensely. He slowly opened up to you, prompted gently by your older sister. You found out he went to a nearby all boys elementary school while you went to a co-ed school in the opposite direction.

You and Yerim brought him home where she and Jeno’s mom exchanged contacts and addresses. Jeno waved to you as you left, making your way down the sidewalk to where you lived, all the way across the neighborhood. You waved back, smiling at your newly found friend.

Fast-forward three years and the two of you still play together in the same park together, eating frozen lemonade when the both of your allowances let you or if one of your parents offered to buy it. He introduced you to his neighbor Jaemin, a taller boy with slightly lighter hair and cute cheeks. Jaemin went to your school, luckily. He wasn’t enrolled in the all-boys academy that Jeno was in.

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sports & specialities - lee jeno

ok so this imagine is a highschool!jeno one, i hope you guys like it 

also FEEL FREE TO LEAVE REQUESTS PLEASE <33 

word count:1.6k 

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Lee Jeno was the basketball god of your grade

Everyone knew he was going places after he would finish school

All the teachers in the physical education faculty adored his hard work and determination as well as his charming personality

As the new school year rolled by, it was time for your grade to choose electives for the year

These subjects weren’t meant to be taken as seriously as mathematics or English, supposedly, but each student took long considerations before choosing their subjects

Jeno obviously chose an extension of sport and lifestyle as his main priority

But he also disregarded all the other subjects, only selecting the ones that revolved around the physical education faculty

This is where the story really starts

On the first day of school

Jeno waltzed into his first class, which was located in one of the health rooms

He smiled brightly at the teacher whom he was already familiar with, turning himself to the class, he only saw a total of 12 people, including you

His smile turned into a more dazed look

“am I in the right class?” he asked his teacher

“yes, you’re on the roll, this is community and family studies! Or CAFS for short!” the teacher cheered at him

jeno’s eyes almost burst out of their sockets

“this has to be a mistake, I chose sports and lifestyle extension!” he exclaimed, internally groaning

“oh, I will have to check with the other teachers, but for now, please take a seat, you are still required to be in a class” the teacher looked at him solemnly, extending his arm to the seat next to you

jeno huffed in frustration, quickly shuffling to his seat

you looked at him with a face of annoyance

you couldn’t believe he was being so petty about a damn elective

there was always time to appeal for a change but you guess he wasn’t fully understanding that

he roughly plumped his stuff on your desk, the corner of his folder hitting your arm

“Sorry” he mumbled, not looking at you, taking out his pen and twiddling with it

“apology unaccepted” you mumble back, not expecting him to hear

“excuse you?” he finally looked at you, this time with a confused look

“I understand you’re pissed about being put into this class, but honestly, give it a chance it’s not as bad as you think it’ll be” you tried to reason with him in hopes he’d stop being so petty

“I’m not mad I got this subject, I just understand everything in sports and lifestyle, I feel like I have to start entirely fresh here” he explained, you were not expecting that answer

“well everyone in this class is here for the first time, so you’ll keep up with us, okay?” you gave him a small smile before turning to the teacher

 jeno glanced at you, the ends of his mouth rose up 

 how did you cheer him up in like 10 seconds honestly? 

 that recess break, jeno went to talk to the head teacher and asked to switch classes

 bad news tho, sorta 

 the class he wants to be in is currently full, so he got put on a waiting list which means, he has to stay in community and family studies 

 the reason he was put there in the first place was because it falls under the health component, in which he selected at the beginning

 he felt like an idiot for not properly filling the form 

 So the next lesson he had of CAFS, he had researched some content that was in the syllabus and felt somehow confident

 he slumped in his seat next to you and smiled brightly, showcasing his trademarked eye smile 

 “oh I see someone’s happy today” you joked

 “just excited for class I guess” he smirked you rolled your eyes before letting out a giggle, then began to take notes that were on the board

 you could see throughout the lesson that jeno kept scratching the back of his neck, paired with a puzzled look on his face 

 “um are you okay?” you whispered to him he shook his head softly 

 you felt bad for him 

 he really was trying his hardest

 you push you book closer to his, shuffling your chair to go through the different concepts of the topic 

 by the end of class, jeno was mostly caught up with what had been taught so far but was still a lil lost 

 “hey, y/n, can we go to the library this lunch break? I still need you to explain this part to me” he asked as you were about to leave class 

 you swung your bag over your shoulder and gave him a smile 

 he was actually really cute 

 you nodded to his request as you both walked to the library on the way, jeno saw his friends

 they waved at him to come to them, but then stopped as they saw you walking with him 

 the look on their faces were priceless 

 they all gave him smirks before dispersing to their own table

jeno opened the door to the library for you, making you blush a bit

 he led you to a table and you both got to work

 this went on for a few weeks 

 you’d meet up every second day at lunch to go over the content together 

 sometimes he’d explain stuff to you and vice versa - aside from school work, you and jeno became closer

 you had small inside jokes about the people in your class and even your teacher 

 you both made friends with the librarian due to the amount of time you spent in there 

 you often caught jeno looking at you while you were trying to explain something to him

 but as soon as your eyes met, he’d turn his head away and stare down at the paper in front of him, which made you chuckle slightly

  he often sat close to you, not that you minded 

  he also brushed his hand by yours when he was getting papers or a pencil which made the both of you blush 

  you couldn’t get enough of his eye smile seriously 

  it never failed to make your day - anyways - one day, you were having a pretty shitty day

  and didn’t really feel like having your usual library session with jeno

  but you were also preoccupied with work from other subjects and forgot to tell him that you wanted to reschedule 

  so poor jeno 

  shows up to the library alone

  and waits for you 

 but you never show up 

  after school, he messages you 

  “did I do something y/n? why didn’t you come to the library?”

  you almost face palmed yourself 

  “oh my gosh, I completely forgot, I was just having a bad day and had other work to finish, im so sorry” 

  he couldn’t help but feel bad he wasn’t able to help you through your day 

  “do you want to talk about it?” 

  “yeah that’d be nice, there’s just a lot to say”

  “it’s ok! Meet me at the park in 10 mins” 

  you smiled widely, almost feeling instantly better that he actually wanted to listen to you

  you saw jeno sitting at a bench at the park 

  you took a seat next to him, placing your hands in your lap

  he looked at you with the softest smile you had ever seen  

 “tell me about your day, don’t leave out any details” 

  you sighed gently before releasing the biggest groan you had ever let out in your life, even he was shocked

  you began ranting away, talking about how your first period teacher kept calling on you for no reason and how you spilt milk on your new school shoes and also how some dude pushed you at the train station on the way to school

  while you were venting your head off 

 jeno was just staring 

  admiring your passion in a way 

  he interrupted “I’m sorry but I need to say that you’re really cute when you’re ranting”

  he widened his eyes, not fully processing what he said 

  you stopped talking, whipping your head to look him in the eye cause damn wtf was that

  “you think I’m cute?” 

  “always have” goddammit jeno 

  you blushed so hard lmao

  like even your hoodie couldn’t hide it 

  you took this opportunity to make a move on him 

  you took his hands in yours and slid yourself over so your shoulders were touching and there was no space between you

  “I’ve always thought you were pretty cute too” you said, playing with his fingers gently 

  he felt all fluffy inside 

  not knowing what to say 

  you liked making him flustered so you decide to take it up a notch and place a small peck on his cheek 

 you could literally feel the heat radiating off his face

 your faces were close together as he had turned to you 

 “I’m glad I got put into your class” he whispered softly 

 your hands still tangled together and you were now staring into his eyes 

 “maybe sports aren’t your only specialty” you giggled at your comment, causing him to laugh along

 NOW he took you by surprise by placing a quick peck on your nose

 Gosh y’all were too awkward 

 But y’all cute too 

 So yeah idk how to end this 

 I might make a part 2 but it’d be like a bf jeno one 

 Anyways im done so bye

"baby I'll 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 be here 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮" ☁️🌙

warnings : usage of word smut and drugs. based on that stupid tiktok that i once found very endearing.

“are you in there baby?” jeno’s tired voice echoed as he knocked on the wooden door. outside the door, stood your boyfriend and in your hands, rested your explicit novel that your innocent boyfriend knew nothing about and you wanted to keep it that way as long as you it was possible. you closed your book following by your legs as you hugged it closer to your chest. he knocks once again, this time hoping for an answer from you. “baby what are you doing in there?”

before you could filter your words, the blood that rushed through your whole body spoke for you . “drugs!”

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Maternity kits, medical threads and scissors, water testing kits, anesthetics, mobile desalination units, etc do you see the pattern? Israel is not only starving the people of Gaza but it also wants to ensure the spread of disease through contaminated water and surgical tools, as well as ensuring injured Palestinians suffer through horrendous pain.

It's beyond sickening.

hi friend i'm not sure if you still take fluff requests but i really adore your writing so i thought i'd jump in on the opportunity,,,n e wayz can i please get some besties to lovers (since its the superior genre) with maybe some cliche sharing of hoodies with yangyang ?? thank you😔💗

short and sweet for you anon!

yangyang x reader

It’s not breaking and entering, you reason, if Yangyang willingly gave you the passcode to his apartment.

It’s 3pm and you know he has a macroeconomics lecture that he’s supposed to be in right now and you just saw his housemate Dejun in Starbucks, so the apartment should be empty. You tap in the six-digit entry code and, with a soft chime, the lock whirrs and clicks open. You push the door open to the darkened, quiet apartment, kicking off your shoes and shutting the door behind you.

Almost immediately, you make a beeline to Yangyang’s room. Well, to his closet, in particular. The thing about Liu Yangyang is that he has more clothes than anybody else you know, and you’ve been slowly depleting his hoodie collection over the past 2 months and he (seemingly) hasn’t noticed yet. You’ve even gone as far as wearing his own hoodie in front of him and he didn’t say anything.

Which one this week?

The hangers rattle as you rifle through the densely packed row of hoodies hanging in the back, inspecting each one until your hand falls on the softest thing you’ve ever touched. If fabric could be made of clouds, that’s what this hoodie would be made out of.

Immediately, you pull it off the hanger and extract it, marveling at how silky smooth, yet pillowy the material is. You lift it to your cheek. It feels like you’re rubbing your face against a puppy’s ear. The hoodie smells like Yangyang’s fabric softener, a crisp, comforting scent that makes your heart flutter in your chest.

Without another moment of hesitation, you pull it on over your head, swimming in the oversized hoodie for a few moments before finding the arm holes and threading your hands through the sleeves. Feeling very satisfied with this week’s selection, you wander out into Yangyang’s room and plop yourself backwards onto his bed (or at least, the mass of giant plushies and pillows that cover his bed during the day).

You’re making yourself comfortable in his bed when you hear a crinkling sound from the pocket of the hoodie. Frowning, you stick your hand in, grasping at fabric for a few moments before your fingers close on a crumpled sticky note. You pull it out and lean back against Yangyang’s pillow to unfold the paper and read the message written inside.

Dear <Y/N> ❤️

I really like this one, so you can only wear it for a week before you give it back? (please)

Love, LYY

let’s play pretend.

what if we’re in love? haha, just kidding… unless?

pairing :: na jaemin x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + college au word count :: 1,552 words warnings :: none playlist :: talk too much (coin) ⋆ face (woosung) ⋆ pretend (bad suns) ⋆ la belle femme (hunny) ⋆ love you like crazy (taeyeon) author’s note :: best f2l is the ultimate trope sorry i don’t make the rules

Persistent fratboys at parties are the absolute worst. Already early into the night, you find yourself unable to shake off the latest leech in all his snapback and rayban glory. Why is it that they never back off until you’re forced to lie about a significant other? If you’re lucky, they’ll stop there. It’s quite stupid how they’ll let you go only if you suddenly have a boyfriend, rather than simply understanding that you aren’t interested. Perhaps, they’re too scared to confront how undesirable they actually are.

Literally, nobody wants someone who owns salmon shorts and more button up shirts with palm trees than necessary. Never mind the fact that you’ve seen this guy participate in more forties at four than actually attend his classes sober if he even makes it to your shared A.I. ethics lecture at eight in the morning. And he’s wearing those god awful sperry boat shoes with no socks. Inwardly, you shiver.

Eyes flitting around, you desperately try to see if you can find any one of your friends nearby who can take you out of your misery, but Yeji and Yerim are already mixed in the drunken dancing crowd, and you can’t find Donghyuck or Jeno anywhere. Renjun had been standing with you prior, but he already went home a few minutes ago because he had midterms early tomorrow morning. However, perhaps Lady Luck understands your woes because you spot your best friend coming out of the kitchen.

You quickly grab his arm, pulling Jaemin over. “Sorry, I’m here with him already.”

“This is your boyfriend?” the guy asks skeptically, unabashedly staring at your friend in question.

“Yep. Yes, that’s him. My boyfriend. Love of my life. My other half. His name is Jaemin.”

Jaemin turns to look at you, somewhat confused. You try to send some sort of telepathic message to him, and to your relief, it seems that he understands when you shoot him a look of mixed panic and desperation.

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m the boyfriend. The super significant other.” He reconfirms your answer and returns the male’s stare, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up.

Great. Nothing says “I love you” more than a common hand signal found on YouTube videos. Maybe you should tell fratboy to hit the subscribe button, too. Subscribe to see more daily mishaps in the life of Y/N and watch as she digs an even deeper hole for herself.

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