You felt the throbbing ache in your head before you had even properly registered that you were awake. Every part of your body was slow, it felt as if you were constantly moving through tar, and after the simple act of opening your eyes made you question whether you’d need to do an emergency run to the bathroom, you abandoned all idea of sitting up.
Hazy memories of the night before flashed through your mind, some of them making you screw your eyes shut in hopes that that would make them disappear. If you hadn’t felt so worn down, you would have groaned, but the thought of making any noise at all made you feel more nauseous than you were willing to admit.
However, you were definitely not the only one in that state, because the stuttering gurgles emitting from your boyfriend’s chest as he lay beside you, proved that he was dealing with just as bad of a hangover as you were. You rolled your head slowly to the side, ignoring the way your brain seemed to roll around your head as you did. Hyuck did the same thing and one look into his tired, regret filled eyes made you burst out into a chuckle.
Hyuck immediately laughed at the state of you, making you know immediately that you looked like a trainwreck, but he wasn’t looking that fresh either so you weren’t fussed. It wasn’t a joyful laugh by any means, it was a quiet messy laugh, one where you can’t really believe what you’re looking at. Hyuck forced himself to sit up, and you followed, the two of you pausing when you caught your reflections in the floor length mirror opposite his bed.
pairing:bf!chenle x gn!reader |genre:fluff |warnings:hair - i am aware not everybody’s hair bleaches so easily the first time, i’m sorry about that! | word count: 620
“So, I did a thing,” you commented as soon as your boyfriend closed the door to your apartment behind him.
“Hmm, now I’m worried,” Chenle replied, placing the snacks he’d bought at the convenience store on your kitchen bench. “Do I want to know what you’ve done?”
“Yes, and I actually need your help with it!” Chenle’s eyebrows raised as you raced to your room, returning a few seconds later with what looked like shampoo bottles in your hands.
“Uh oh,” Chenle stated as you dumped your haul onto the living room floor. “What have I just walked into, Y/N?"
"I want to dye my hair pink.”
Chenle stared at you for a moment and blinked slowly, giving himself a chance to take in this information before he replied. “And you want my help?”
“Yeah, I figured you’d know what to do.”
“Well you’re not wrong.” Chenle approached the bottles and picked them off the ground, examining each one briefly. “I think I can work with this.”
You let out a squeal and ran to your bathroom, Chenle chuckling at your excitement as he followed you. You found an old towel and wrapped it over your shoulders as Chenle opened the bottle of bleach and pulled on the plastic gloves. “Are you ready?”
When you nodded in response, Chenle squeezed the cool substance onto the top of your head and used his fingers to rub it into your scalp, your eyes closing as he essentially gave you a head massage. He’s a pro at this, you thought as Chenle ran his fingers down the length of your hair, making sure no spot was missed.
Once he was finished, Chenle wrapped your bleached hair in glad wrap and fetched the snacks he’d bought earlier. He joined you in sitting on the bathroom floor as you both watched a episode of your favourite show together, him occasionally feeding you snacks as he wrapped a hand around your waist.
Thirty minutes later, a timer on Chenle’s phone went off, and he unwrapped your hair before you jumped in the shower to wash out the bleach. He waited patiently for you to finish, smiling when you emerged with your hair dripping all over the floor.
“You’re a mess,” he laughed, wrapping the old towel around your head and manually drying it for you. He then fetched your hairdryer and sat you on the toilet and he ran his fingers through your hair, drying it.
“Can we put the pink dye in now?” You asked, a glimmer of hope in your eye.
“We usually have to wait at least a day,” Chenle started, but soon gave in to your pleading puppy-dog eyes. “Although our stylist always dyes our hair right after it’s been bleached, so it should be fine.”
Chenle went through the whole process again with the pink dye, and you managed to make it through another episode of your show before you jumped in the shower for the second time. This time, when you emerged with your hair sopping wet, a proud smile graced Chenle’s features.
“What?” You questioned as he pulled you out, starting to dry your hair with the blow dryer. Once all the water was out, Chenle spun you around to the mirror above the sink and your hand automatically rose to cover your gaping mouth.
“Oh my god, Chenle! This looks so amazing,” you cried as you turned your head to the side, examining your pastel pink strands of hair. “I didn’t realise you’d be so good at dyeing my hair.”
“Of course I would be,” he replied, grinning as if it was nothing. “Maybe now I should bring back my pink look and we can be matching!”
♡ 3:40am ♡ jeno lays between your legs, resting his head idly against your chest as the third mindless romance movie plays on the screen. the comforter is drawn over the two of you as you doze off for the millionth time, leaning back against the several pillows that cushion you.
after recently finding out about your boyfriend’s newfound obsession with romantic films, you had decided to indulge in them as well; although you’re sure that it’s mainly due to his own best friend’s, jaemin’s, influence, you’ve also realized that he hasn’t taken a break from falling in love with the fantasy of it all. it makes you groan as the next couple kisses on the screen, and jenofinally glances back at you with a concerned look on his face.
“are you gonna keep watching other people kiss or are you gonna kiss me?” you ask tiredly, fixing your gaze on his lips. he smiles mirthfully. “please? i’m in a drought.”
jeno murmurs a quick ‘okay’ before turning around, still between your legs but somehow hovering gently over you, and presses a short kiss to your waiting lips. you move to protest, but his body pins down on yours, keeping you in place as he brushes over your face once again, making you inhale sharply.
“asshole,” you mutter, turning your face away. “that was so fake.”
“alright, what about this one?” he asks in a slow breath against your ear, pulling back softly by the chin. molding his lips against yours, he reaches around to cage you between his arms, shifting as you respond immediately with your eyelids fluttering shut. “what about this?”
he grazes over the spot under your ear, kissing in small areas until he fastens on your throat and you can’t help but giggle in sensitivity. although you swallow it when he sucks against your skin, your mind wanders dangerously close to drowning in the feeling of jeno’s sugar lips against yours.
“good?” he questions after he finishes in his ministrations, and you nod with a sigh. “good. can we finish the movie now?”
➳ 951 words | fluff, angst-ish, boyfriend au, college au | lee jeno x f reader | pg-15 | swearings
The rapid knocks against your front door startle you from your word document. Furrowing your brows, you check the clock to see it’s nearly midnight before exiting your bedroom, wondering, who could it be?
Tentatively, you peek through the peephole, only to gape at the sight in front of you. Unlocking the door, Jeno stands there with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. But what shocks you, even more is the fact that he’s out of his room on a weekday. He never leaves his place unless it’s the weekends since your boyfriend has to maintain his top grades to stay in the hockey team.
It had been a stressful few days leading up to Jeno’s birthday - anyone could see it. From the exhausted sighs, to the constant staring out of the window whenever there was even a semblance of a break, Jeno needed to take a step away from it all. And as y/n listened to him talk about his day, that was exactly what they had planned to do. The birthday preparations had been finished - with some help from Jisung - and y/n was going to do all in their power to get Jeno relaxed and smiling again.
genre(s): fluff, established relationship!au, domestic!au
word count:260
warning(s): none :)
“what are you doing?”
“nothing?” your voice lilts at the end, making it seem more like a question.
jeno laughs softly. “then why are you attacking me with hugs?”
pursing your lips, it’s very clear that you just got caught. so, you decide to go big or go home, as they say. “because you look too cute for me to pass up on this opportunity.”
swooping in, you plant a peck on his cheek before pulling away. his smile soon widens and his eyes disappear into beaming crescents. he ruffles your hair with a free arm before pulling you closer.
“now you got me flustered.”
scrunching your nose up, a grin sweeps across your features. “then i guess my courage was worth it.”
shaking his head at you, he wraps an arm around your waist. swaying lightly to the melody playing in the background from the speakers, you find an euphonious solace.
he huffs out a breath before he asks, “this time, why don’t we be bolder?”
“how?”
“a kiss on the lips?”
in return, your cheeks are stained with a vibrant cherry red undertone. you had not expected him to ask that.
his face peers at you, eyes focused on you and only you. in room of about 100 people, his eyes have never left you.
you have to admit, he knows you too well.
well enough to make you frazzled. but overwhelmingly enough to grant you what you’ve been waiting for.
a kiss on the lips from the only boy who you won’t ever stop falling for.
