forget the chair
lee jeno x gn!reader | vball player jeno ♡__♡ | fluff | a/n: idk what to title this one so just role with it
after the fantastic win of your second game, you’ve taken comfort in a random lawn chair (probably owned by someone donghyuck knows) set up under the row of tents of his and his friend’s teams.
the sound of a whistle catches your attention, causing your field of view to shift from the grass by your feet to the court set up in front of you.
gulping the last few drops of gatorade left, your eyes watch as the next pair of teams warm up for their next game. it’s been a while since you’ve played outdoor volleyball and this tournament has been the most anticipated event of your summer.
so far you’d say it’s been going fairly well.. that’s if we forget the blazing sun frying you alive and your severe lack of social skill. you always wonder how great it must be to be donghyuck with his social persona. he knows almost everyone at the park, and here you are sitting bored and alone under three empty tents!
“hey! can you stand up real quick?” a low voice interrupts almost desperately, and your eyes are quick to take in the tall figure aside you.
looking up, you make eye contact with a boy named lee jeno, a friend of donghyuck’s who you’ve seen around since you’ve arrived (and greatly wished he told you about sooner).
his dark bangs lay messily over his eyes before a hand smoothly pushes them back. his lips are formed in a small pout and his eyes are squinted from the blinding sunlight.
jeno takes a glance behind him and quickly turns back at you, the necklace on his chest creating the slightest rattle.
“ooh uh- yea sure,” you mutter, grabbing the empty gatorade from your lap and standing up.
“are you looking for som- oof!”
suddenly, jeno throws himself into your seat. his right arm hooks itself around your waist and before you know it, you’re sitting down just like a second ago. though instead of feeling the tough fabric of the chair under your skin, you’ve found yourself draped over the legs of a very muscular and very shirtless lee jeno.
your arm is snaked perfectly around his neck and your feet dangle just an inch above the grass. jeno’s other arm found its way around your waist, both hands now resting on your lap.
“just play along,” he whispers, and surprisingly you find yourself relaxing to his touch. turns out, jeno’s lap is way more comfortable than your stolen chair. so much more comfortable that you find yourself leaning your body onto his, your free hand making contact atop his.
you knew exactly what was going on. this kind of thing only happens in books and movies, who knew you’d be the one playing this role today?
your attention is back onto the volleyball court, your eyes pierced on the ball while it flies from one side of the net to the other.
“where are they ?” you ask quietly, keeping your eyes on the ball as jeno’s hands occupy themselves with the ring wrapped on your index finger.
“two tents down our left,” he replies, and you suddenly feel him start snuggling into you more, “ooh! tough block.”
you giggle, adding to jeno’s commentary as you both continue watching. only four minutes later a body slowly makes its way toward your tents. jeno’s grip tightens around your waist and he lays his head on your shoulder. for some reason it couldn’t have felt any more natural.
as jeno’s ex (or whoever they were to him) stalked over, you could feel their eyes burning holes into the side of your face. adverting your gaze from the court to them, you give a warm smile before turning to give jeno a sweet peck atop his eyebrow. a satisfying chuckle vibrates from his throat and it only causes you to blush, a grin across your face as you make yourself at home atop his body.
“so..how are you?”
