𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗠𝗢𝗗𝗘 | 𝗡𝗖𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠

Just Us | Jeno imagine #14

title: just us

genre: fluff

warnings: none :)

word count: 580

author's note: this is something i wrote a while back. the dreamies talk about how much of a homebody jeno is, so that's where i got my inspiration. i'm not super proud of it, but i still hope you guys like it. thanks for reading ^ ^

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Bzzt! Bzzt!

"Is it the group chat again?" you asked, voice muffled against his hoodie.

His eyes remained shut as he gently nuzzled his nose into your hair. "We can ignore them."

Unfortunately, the same buzzing sound vibrated from the coffee table to your left. A low groan rumbled in his chest as he blindly reached for his phone. He cracked one eye open to check the screen, his other arm still wrapped securely around your waist. You watched the annoyance in your boyfriend's expression shift to contemplation.

His eyes flickered toward you. "Chenle's trying to get everyone together to check out a restaurant in Mapo-gu. Do you wanna go?"

You shifted slightly, pressing your ear closer to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The last time you'd seen the guys was at their concert the previous month— and even then, it only for a brief moment backstage. Besides, if Jeno didn't answer soon, you knew Haechan would start blowing up your phone too.

"I mean... if everyone else is going, we probably should," you replied thoughtfully.

Jeno sank back against the pillow he dragged out from his bedroom. "Yeah, you're right," he agreed. "Especially since we skipped the last get-together."

"And whose fault was that, Jeno-ssi?" you teased, raising an eyebrow.

Jeno smirked. "In my defense, I was really sore after leg day with Jaemin. You're the one who told me to rest and offered to give me a massage."

"Touché," you hummed, tilting your head to meet his eyes. "Do you want to go out tonight?"

Your boyfriend pondered for a bit, even though you both already knew the answer.

"Not really," he admitted sheepishly, drawing a smile from you.

Almost without thinking, your hand sneaked beneath his hoodie and began to trace soft, aimless patterns along the firm lines of his abs. You caught the subtle hitch in Jeno's breath, but chose to ignore it.

"Yeah. I just want to stay here with you," you murmured.

His heart softened at your simple words— a quiet reminder of exactly why you were the one for him.

He glanced briefly at his phone before looking back at you. "What excuse should we use this time?"

"Maybe just say we already have plans?" you suggested, then paused. "Wait— no, they'll see right through that. Tell them I'm not feeling well."

With that, he typed out a quick reply and let his phone fall onto the carpet. Jeno could already picture the stream of nagging messages his members were firing off. But that was something for future him to deal with.

"Now, where were we?" he exhaled, using his free hand to stroke your hair.

"Well... we were taking a nap," you said slowly, "But I'm kind of in the mood for something else."

Before he could ask what, your hand slipped out from under his hoodie to bring his face closer to yours. Feeling a little bold today, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, Jeno's cheeks had turned a shade of pink. But he was also smiling like an idiot.

"I like the way you think, babe," he growled.

Without wasting another second, he smoothly flipped you over so that he was on top. Then his lips found yours again, moving passionately. Your fingers threaded through his hair, urging him to kiss you harder. As the room grew warmer, it was clear there was nowhere else you wanted to be right now.

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