Nct oneshots (smut)

Renjun x Doyoung Jeno Jaemin Mark

Doyoung was meticulous in his preparations, his eyes darting over the checklist one final time before folding it into his pocket. His heart was racing, a strange mix of excitement and anxiety bubbling in his chest. This was it - the trip of a lifetime. He had scored the lead role in a blockbuster movie, and it was going to be shot on location in an exotic, faraway land. It was an opportunity that came once in a blue moon, and he was going to give it everything he had. But there was one thing weighing heavily on his mind: Renjun. His sweet, shy boyfriend who hated being alone. Doyoung knew he needed to find someone to watch over him, to ensure he didn't feel too isolated in the sprawling villa that had been their home for the past few months.

Enter Jeno and Jaemin, the dynamic duo of their group of friends. They were the obvious choices - reliable, fun-loving, and with a knack for keeping Renjun's spirits up. Mark, the group's quiet intellectual, had been invited too. Doyoung hoped that Mark's calm demeanor would balance out the other two's energy. Plus, it would be good for Renjun to have someone to discuss his favorite books and movies with. He had laid it all out for them over dinner, explaining the situation with a hopeful smile. "You guys are the best," he said, as they agreed without hesitation.

The day of his departure finally arrived. Doyoung's suitcases were packed and waiting by the door, and the house was buzzing with excitement and nerves. Renjun's eyes were glossy with unshed tears as he clung to Doyoung's hand, his heart feeling like it was being torn in two. Jeno and Jaemin had already moved in, setting up camp in the guest rooms with their duffel bags and snack stashes. Mark had arrived early, his nose buried in a book as he surveyed the villa's library, his mind racing with the quiet joy of being surrounded by so many books.

Doyoung gave Renjun one last, lingering kiss before climbing into the car that would take him to the airport. "Remember, I'll call you every day," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. Renjun nodded, trying to put on a brave face. As the car pulled away, Jeno and Jaemin flanked him, each placing a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry," Jeno said, his grin reassuring, "we're here for you." Mark looked up from his book, his eyes earnest. "And we'll take good care of this place," he added.

The first few days without Doyoung were strange. The villa, which had once felt so alive with their laughter and love, now echoed with an eerie silence. Renjun found himself wandering the halls, touching the things Doyoung had left behind - his favorite mug, the book he had been reading, the half-finished painting on the easel in the sunroom. But gradually, Jeno and Jaemin's infectious energy began to fill the void. They cooked elaborate meals, played music that resonated through the walls, and even convinced Renjun to join in on their wild dance parties.

Mark, on the other hand, was a constant source of comfort. He would sit with Renjun in the evenings, discussing the plot twists in their favorite novels or the intricacies of their favorite art pieces. They'd often find themselves deep in conversation well into the night, the soft glow of the pendant light above them the only thing breaking the darkness. And though Renjun missed Doyoung with every beat of his heart, he couldn't help but feel grateful for his friends' presence. They were a balm to his loneliness.

One sunny afternoon, as they lounged by the pool, Jeno suggested they throw a surprise party for Doyoung's return. The idea took hold like wildfire. They spent the next few days planning in secret, turning the villa into a wonderland of twinkling lights and colorful decorations. They even managed to get their hands on Doyoung's favorite foods, which they had flown in from across the city. Renjun couldn't help but smile at their enthusiasm, even as he felt a twinge of sadness knowing the party was still weeks away.

But as the days turned into nights, and the nights grew warmer, Renjun's wardrobe began to shift. He found himself reaching for Doyoung's oversized t-shirts and boxer briefs, feeling a strange sense of comfort in wearing his boyfriend's clothes. The fabric was soft, almost like a second skin, and it made him feel less alone. Unbeknownst to him, his new attire had not gone unnoticed by Jeno and Jaemin, who couldn't help but feel their eyes drawn to the way the shirts clung to his slender frame, or the way the boxer briefs peeked out from his low-slung shorts, revealing just a hint of bare skin. Mark, ever the observer, took it all in quietly, his thoughts a whirlwind of curiosity and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.