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xdinari · 3 days ago

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Love at first bump

word count: 16.1k tags: sfw, college au, jock!jiseok (captain of the hockey team), dumb and dumber, jiseok man wtf, lighthearted, comedy kinda, everyone is tired of them, getting together, he's stupidly in love, she thinks he's a serial killer, love at first sight for jiseok, happy ending duh, fem reader, gunil and junhan are your best friends, seungmin + jungsu + jooyeon are in the hockey team with jiseok and they are holding on for dear life, jiseok is oblivious LIKE SO BAD AT TAKING A HINT PLS, Jungsu is stressed out plot: he’s the most popular dude because somehow he has the brains and time to be a top student, have hobbies and also BE CAPTAIN OF THE HOCKEY TEAM?? you are very suspicious and convinced no one is that perfect and think he’s a psycho (he kinda is)(in a good way); she bumps into him and his life changes forever

Kwak Jiseok. Where does one even begin to describe him? He…he is quite literally everything anyone could want. He's everything a man wants to be, he's everything girls want in a man and he's everything mothers want in their son.

Now, you're not the one saying this. It's everyone. You ask anyone on campus what they think about Jiseok and the only people that would have anything bad to say about him are jealous guys that lost a match against him, but other than that he didn't really have enemies. Everyone adored Jiseok.

It's not just because he was genuinely one of the most gorgeous people you've ever seen, but he was just so nice. Too nice sometimes. He would barely get angry or lose his cool and the only times he did was completely justified.

To be honest, you're convinced there's gotta be something terribly wrong with him because there's no way he is able to be a top student while also being skilled at every single sport he tries while also being an actual good person. There's gotta be /something/ that sucks about him.

Actually, there kinda is. Jiseok doesn't date. Ever. As to why, there's a number of rumors going around but none of them confirmed or denied by Jiseok. No one dared to ask him to his face and he refused to engage in stupid rumors so no one knew which one was the correct one.

Some people say he is too focused on studies, some others say that he had a really bad break up two years ago before getting into college and promised to never date again, having some bad commitment issues and some others think he's got some weird religious purity promise to himself where he'll only date the person he'll marry(which is the funniest one, because he is not even religious).

Even with all of these rumors, Jiseok was still smiling at everyone that started a conversation with him and was willing to help whomever needed it.

You hate it. You didn't hate Jiseok, but you are very wary of him because there's absolutely no way someone that looks like that, is that good at everything he does and treats others so nicely doesn't have something terribly wrong with them.

“He's probably secretly a serial killer or something.” You wince while glancing over the table at the other side of the cafeteria, where Jiseok is explaining something with wide eyes and big smile to his friends, making big gestures.

“Aren't you a bit dramatic?” Your friend asks with a small smile, tilting his head.

“Dramatic?? You know how serial killers are, What was that one? The dude that led girls closer to his car because he needed help?And brutally killed them??” You widen your eyes, pointing your fork at Gunil. “He was loved by so many people!”

“There's no way you just compared the captain of our Hockey team to Ted Bundy, that's too far even for you.” The older one blinks a few times, shaking his head. “You need to stop watching crime documentaries, they're eating your brain.”

You groan at your best friend and tilt your head back before looking back at him. “I didn't mean that he's like that! I'm just saying I think appearances can be deceiving!”

“I think you are deranged, that's what I think. I had to work on an assignment one time with him and he's genuinely a cool guy, he came super prepared and helped me with stuff I didn't understand.” He shrugs, eating.

“I'm gonna figure it out just you wait” You squint, munching determined.

Now, you were joking. You only saw Jiseok at the school's matches, sometimes at a cafeteria near the campus and during English class since it was the only shared class you two had given the fact that you were in different programs.

To be fair you've never really even seen him up close, you always just kind of ignored his existence because you had far more important things to be worried about.(and because you two were sat at opposite sides of the classroom in English).

You didn't like Jiseok. You also didn't hate Jiseok. You were probably the most neutral person when it came to Jiseok, and you really didn't give it any second thoughts ever. Sure, he was pretty but so were at least 50 other people at your university.

You never gave it much thought because you and Jiseok were simply in different circles and won't be in each other's lives. That's all.

That was, until one day you lost track of time while working on a project and were about to be late to class, so you grab your things in a hurry along with your coffee, rushing out of the shop.

“Shit shit shit-” You mutter to yourself, frantically putting the bag over your shoulder and looking at the time, when suddenly you feel yourself bump into someone, tripping over a cable.

“Woah-” You hear the voice say, as you your eyes are closed tightly, preparing yourself mentally to fall before you feel a pair of arms around you, catching you.

You blink your eyes open in surprise, breathing heavily, warm coffee covering your hoodie sleeve, and when your eyes travel on the other's body you see the coffee stain on his hoodie as well and you mentally slap yourself.

You were ready to apologize to whomever it was but when your eyes meet Jiseok's, your brain shuts down. He was unreal. You expected him to be angry that you stained his clothes or tell you to watch where you're going but instead…Jiseok smiles widely, and you might just kill yourself. You breathe out and stare at his curly blonde hair and big brown eyes but clear your throat when you see his smile slowly turn into a frown. “Are you oka-”

Suddenly, you're hyper aware that you're still holding onto his arm. “I-yeah!I have to go! Yes! Leaving! Bye!” You say in a hurry, rushing away, leaving a very confused Jiseok in the middle of the coffee shop.

“I'm in love.” He breathes out, looking at the door, making Jooyeon and Seungmin turn their heads to him.

“Oh no.” They both say in unison, slapping their foreheads.

Luckily, the coffee didn’t spill that much on you, you’re pretty sure Jiseok’s hoodie was the one to take most of the damage. You look at your stained hoodie as you type on your computer, when you suddenly catch yourself smiling at the flashback. You blink a few times and clear your throat, writing some more while biting the inside of your cheek to hold back your smile.

You can’t get a stupid crush on a boy just because he saved you from embarrassing yourself in the middle of the coffee shop, and because he’s really pretty…like the most beautiful person you have ever seen…and because he excels at absolutely everything(god you love skilled smart men-).NO. NO!!! Remember, he’s probably a serial killer, yes! Yes, that's it. You’re his next victim, don’t fall for it!! No man is that perfect!

“What happened to your hoodie?” Gunil frowns walking next to you, and you widen your eyes, holding your books closer to your chest.

“Was in a hurry because I was late to class so I tripped and bumped into someone…” You mumble, leaving out the part where that someone was Kwak Jiseok.

Lucky enough, Gunil doesn’t question it. That is, until he is sitting in math class two rows behind Jiseok, noticing the big coffee stain on his hoodie. “There’s no way…” The older whispers to himself, when he hears Jiseok explain that someone bumped into him at the coffee shop and he caught them.

“You spilled coffee on Jiseok??” Gunil asks with wide eyes, rushing to your side on the walk home once your classes are done.

“Wha-NO-I-Okay maybe! But it was a mistake!” You whine, throwing your head back then looking at the other. “Wait, how did you know-”

“I overheard Jiseok talk about it in math class. I thought you wanted to stay away from him.” Gunil raises an eyebrow amused, crossing his arms.

“I do! I was just in a hurry-wait he TALKS ABOUT IT?? Oh my god this is so embarrassing everyone is going to hate me thinking i did it on purpose…” You groan, a hand running over your face.

“I doubt people care enough.” Gunil reassures you with a smile.

Gunil was wrong. So so wrong. People did care. Somehow, you spilling coffee on Jiseok was the most entertaining thing that has happened to this campus in the past 20 years because by the next day, /everyone/ knew.

“Why does he look so happy…and why do you two look so terrified…” Jungsu asks when the other three sit on the bench, getting ready for hockey practice.

Jiseok was already wearing his skates, supporting himself with his hands on the bench, looking at the ceiling with a dreamy smile on his face, not aware of anything that was happening around him.

“You don’t wanna know…” Seungmin sighs tiredly, shaking his head while securing his skates.

Jungsu glances at Jiseok, asking him what happened, but when he doesn’t get an answer, he turns his head towards Jooyeon with a questioning look.

“A girl bumped into him at the coffee shop, he’s been like this for two whole days.” Jooyeon explains, waving a hand in front of Jiseok with no response to show just how bad the situation is.

“He got like this because of a girl bumping into him??” Jungsu frowns even more confused, to which Jiseok suddenly stands up, pointing a finger to the older.

“She’s not just a GIRL!” The blonde scoffs, sitting down again, hugging his hockey stick with a sigh. “She’s the love of my life…”

“Guys, he’s weirding me out what the fuck is he on?” Jungsu grimaces, moving further away from the jock.

“He’s been watching too many romance movies, he thinks the love of his life will appear when he least expects it and it will be super romantic and movie like so now, because the poor girl was in a hurry…he thinks it’s like destiny.” Seungmin chuckles, rolling his eyes.

“He never dated anyone before so maybe that’s got something to do with it too, you know? I think he is entering a crisis. I think this is like a psychotic episode.” Jooyeon nods, making Seungmin laugh.

“What?? Jiseok has never dated before??” Jungsu widens his eyes. “But-he’s got about three people hitting on him weekly?? I just thought he wasn’t into relationships??”

“No, he’s just stupid. He wouldn’t get a hint even if his life is on the line. Look.” Seungmin says, before calling out for Jiseok who was now stretching.

“Yo, Jiseok, a friend asked if you’d wanna go to the movies with her?”

“Oh my god, sure! She should tag along with me and Jooyeon, we are gonna see the new Spiderman movie tomorrow!” The blonde smiles widely, earning a giggle from his best friend and a very worried look from the older.

“There’s no way…” Jungsu parts his lips dumbfounded, laughing as he gets on the skating rink with the others. “Okay that explains him, but why do you two look so worried? It’s just a crush.”

“I doubt it, today I had to keep an eye out for him so he wouldn’t bump into trees while walking.” Jooyeon grumbles, going to his position.

“Competition season is approaching. Look at him.” Seungmin whispers to Jungsu, both looking in Jiseok’s direction who went to the wrong position, earning an annoyed yell from the coach. “Do you really think having him be an airhead right now is a good idea?” He finishes, before skating away.

You weren’t any better. Not as bad as Jiseok, but still not…fully there. You couldn’t stop thinking about him. It was weird. You two didn’t know each other and it’s not like you were in love with him but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t wish for the universe to /somehow/ bring you two closer.

“Why don’t you just go and apologize to him?” Gunil hums, after you admit you still felt sorry for the incident and running away.

“I can’t just go up to him after two days and be like hey sorry for being an absolute bitch the other day and not apologizing earlier, can i like pay for the hoodie or something?” You say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, getting some food off Gunil’s tray.

“And why is that…?” The older frowns.

“Because!...Don’t know…just seems weird…what if he thinks i’m a weirdo?” You complain. “What if he kills me??”

“Not again…” Your best friend shakes his head tiredly. “Wouldn’t he think you’re more of a weirdo if you just spilled coffee on him and then ran?? What if he thinks you’re some sort of stalker??” Gunil covers his mouth with wide eyes.

“Do they teach you manipulation tactics in America? Because you’re awfully good at this.” You scoff getting up from the table and walking towards the table where Jiseok was sitting with his friends.

Jiseok widens his eyes seeing you walk over to him, and starts slapping Jooyeon’s thigh quickly, making the other almost choke on his drink but you were too busy to see just how frantic the blonde was acting because all you could think of is how embarrassing this whole situation is.

“Hey…” You say in a small voice, awkwardly looking at the other guys at the table before looking at Jiseok.

The jock blinks a few times, before coughing once and tilting his head with a smile. “Hey! You’re-”

“Can we talk?” You interrupt, feeling embarrassed at the other, almost exposing you in front of everyone inside the cafeteria.

“I-uh-sure…What’s up?” The man asks cheerfully, not getting the hint when you purse your lips, eyes widening slightly. Or maybe he was trying to embarrass you on purpose. “I meant in private?” You clarify, earning knowing smiles and glares from the other guys, Jiseok’s brown eyes widening slightly, before letting out a small wince when Jooyeon pinches his thigh, nodding quickly and getting up, walking out with you out of the cafeteria as you feel everyone’s stares at the back of your heads.

You walk into the empty hallway with him, stopping when he does. Jiseok turns around and you now realize how broad his shoulders are. And how good he smells. He smells fresh, like a breeze of fresh air, your favorite type of cologne…no! Focus!

“So what’s up?” The taller asks, tilting his head. Oh he was so beautiful.

“I…I wanted to apologize. For the whole coffee thing…” You start, pursing your lips. “It was rude of me to run like that on you especially after you saved my ass from a really embarrassing fall…” You continue, earning a small giggle from the other, which makes you smile slightly in return too.

“Oh that’s it?” He smiles, laughing softly. “I was worried I thought I hurt you when I caught you and you came to ask me to pay for your medical bill-” He grins, making you giggle. GIGGLE. You don’t giggle!! At the sight of that, Jiseok’s cheeks heat up, blush spreading across them but it could very easily be the heat getting to him.

You shake your head, biting back a smile. “No, I’m fine, I’m really sorry. For spilling coffee on you…and for rushing away. I was late to one of my classes. I could pay for the hoodie cleaning-”

“Did you spill the coffee on me on purpose so now you feel so guilty?” He widens his eyes playfully, making you groan embarrassingly, covering your face. “Relax, it’s really fine.” He smiles. “But, if this is all, why didn’t you just say it back there?”

“Don’t know…didn’t wanna make a big deal of it…and people were kinda staring.” You cringe, earning a chuckle from the other. “And I thought it would maybe be embarrassing for you I don’t know, sorry if it’s weird.”

“You have a lot of anxiety in that body of yours, you know that?” He teases with a reassuring smile, and you scoff, crossing your arms. “I’m Jiseok, by the way.”

You blink at him, not expecting an introduction. You assumed he’d know everyone on campus knows his name. Humbleness was definitely an unexpected characteristic. You cleared your throat, introducing yourself too, and you two were now standing in the middle of the hallway, looking at each other quietly.

“So, you won’t secretly hold a grudge against me, right?” You squint, pointing at him just to make sure he won’t have a secret reason to kill you. If he’s a serial killer, the least you could do is be on his good side.

This time, the blonde laughs wholeheartedly. God even his laugh is perfect, this is starting to get annoying. You were still processing the laugh, when all of the sudden, the other reaches for your hair and messes with it. “You’re cute. It’s fine, really.” He laughs and you feel your cheeks heating up.

“So we’re on a hair messing basis already?” You ask playfully with a scoff, and for reason the next thing you know, you’re reaching for his hair to mess it up, earning another giggle from the man.

“I guess we are.” He grins, messy hair covering his eyes and cheeks rosy. Oh wow.

“We should get back before they think I killed you off or something…” You whisper, making the other nod shortly.

“Should I enter first to ease their worries?” He asks playfully with wide eyes and you nod quickly, making him let out another laugh.

You enter the cafeteria, and everyone’s heads turn towards you two. You see a few wide eyes and odd looks but don’t pay them any mind. You sat in front of Gunil, who was looking at you with raised eyebrows and a shocked expression.

“Do I want to know what happened-”

“Huh?Nothing happened, I just apologized and he said it’s fine. He’s pretty cool…for a serial killer.” You scoff, biting back a smile. Gunil points at your hair and you laugh, fixing it quickly with a dismissive hand. He doesn’t seem to believe you but you can’t be bothered enough to care. Not when you need to finish your food before lunch break ends.

Jiseok sits at his table and receives the same look from the others. Jungsu stares at his blushy cheeks and messy hair and blinks quickly, lips parted. “What the fuck happened back there?” He asks, but Jiseok simply smiles to himself, ducking his head down while looking down, quietly eating and leaving everyone in his team to share looks.

The rumors apparently started the day you and Jiseok bumped into each other at the cafeteria but they weren’t circling around to the extent of you two being aware of them yet. They weren’t even that serious until the lunch incident happened. It’s been a few days and although you two still didn’t exactly have any interactions other than a hi and a small smile when you saw each other at lunch, passed by the other on the hallways or had the same class, it was still more than you ever expected. You figured he’d simply stop acknowledging your existence after apologizing.

See??Too perfect. Serial killer.

Neither of you were aware of the rumors yet so when you got paired up together for an english assignment, you felt nervous but didn’t necessarily mind it. You put your laptop in your backpack, leaving the class when Jiseok rushes to you, catching up.

“Hey-when should we hang out for the assignment?” He asks, walking next to you, and you pretend you don't notice the way you feel when you have him next to you.

“Oh? I figured we’ll both just do our parts and then put it together-” You reply, surprised, not really liking the idea of being alone with Jiseok…for a number of reasons.

“Mm i like to be together when doing the project, i can focus better, and feedback is easier. I’m free tomorrow night.” He smiles, adjusting the backpack on his shoulder.

“Night?” You widen your eyes, suddenly getting nervous. Oh no…it’s happening.

The blonde nods mindlessly, before turning around to point at you, grinning. “See you at 8pm! Bye!!” He smiles before messing with your hair and leaving in a hurry.

You stop in your tracks in shock, trying to process everything. As soon as you do, you find Gunil at his usual spot on the grass and rush to him, sitting in front of him frantically.

“Do you love me???” You ask with wide eyes, trying to catch your breath. The older blinks weirded out, slowly putting the book he was reading down.

“Do you need money again because you still haven’t paid back my ten buck-”

“Jiseok wants to do the assignment together at NIGHT! Gunil, he’s trying to kill me please come with me and pretend you have to study too pleasepleasepleaseplease-” You beg, rubbing your hands together desperately.

“And third wheel? No way, you deal with him now, he’s your boyfriend.” You start complaining about how he’s a horrible friend until the word boyfriend gets highlighted in your brain. “MY WHAT?”

Your friend purses his lips, sighing. “You know what you are? Fake. I can’t believe you’re dating Kwak-Serial-Killer-Jiseok and you didn’t even tell me. I had to find out about it from Jihoo from MATH CLASS!”

“I’m WHAT??? WHY WASN’T I AWARE OF IT?” You widen your eyes, making Gunil roll his eyes, when you hear someone walk behind you.

“Wasn’t aware of what?” Hyeongjun asks with a frown, sitting next to Gunil. “Oh by the way I heard the news, that’s insane, I didn’t even know you two knew each other.”

You blink, widening your eyes even more. “YOU TOO, HYEONGJUN??? REALLY??” You cry, throwing your hands in the air.

“Wha-” The guitarist starts confused.

“I’m not dating him! I don’t even know the guy! We had a total of…THREE conversations! One of which wasn’t even a convo!” You whine, throwing yourself on the grass.

“Wait, are you serious…?” Gunil blinks, and you look at him desperately nodding quickly. “Holy shit- the whole school is talking about how you two are a thing-”

“How???”

“I think I heard it first that day you went out of the cafeteria during lunch break. People were saying you two left just to make out…” Hyeongjun says, thinking back to what he’s heard around.

“WE TALKED! THAT’S IT! Oh my god…he probably thinks i’m some weirdo that made up the rumors…” You groan. “Now he’s definitely gonna kill me if he’s a serial killer…i’m so young…too young to die…” You mumble to yourself dramatically, hoping a nuke hits you before you have to meet the other for the project.

“A serial killer-?” Junhan mumbles to himself, looking worriedly at Gunil. “Is she off her pills again?”

“Hyeongjun, the only pill I take is ibuprofen?!”

“You should take other kinds too…” The other casually replies before putting his headphones on and writing something on his notebook, leaving a very giddy Gunil and a very shocked you.

You consider killing yourself. That's gotta be better than the consequences of your own stupid actions.

Jiseok found out in a more annoying way about the whole relationship rumors. He was slacking at practice because of daydreaming, when suddenly the couch yelled at him. “Can you do your job as a captain, yes or no??”

“Yes, sir, I'm sorry I-” He starts apologetically, but gets cut off.

“I don't care about your personal life, but if getting a girlfriend is making you slack off before competition season I better see you crying because of a break up next day, understood??”

“I'm sorry, I don't have a gi-” The blonde frowns, trying to reason.

“UNDERSTOOD?” The coach asks again, making the other nod and get back into his position as the others look at him worriedly.

After the day was over you headed directly to the campus library, waiting for the other annoyedly. The only person that would get something out of starting these rumors is him. You can't believe you thought he was kinda okay !!!

The library was pretty much empty, and as soon as you see the blonde entering the door you widen your eyes, getting up when you see the determination in his eyes.

“You told people we're dating???” You both ask in unison, only to blink in surprise, parting your lips.

“Woah woah don’t put it on me!! Why would I do that??” You ask with wide eyes.

“You pulled me in the hallway!” He whispers yells back, and you close to pull on his stupidly perfect hair.

“You messed up my hair!!” You accuse, both of you sitting on your chairs. “People are so annoying, I swear to god…” You scoff, opening your book.

“Tell me about it, I’ve had to deal with it for the past two years…” Jiseok scoffs too, opening his laptop.

One thing you found out that you two have in common is that neither of you likes to waste time when it comes to getting work done. So, instead of wasting time on this stupid rumor that will probably die down in a week, you two get to work immediately.

“No, I think we should use the other site as a reference-” You shake your head, making Jiseok blink.

“But we already started using this site?” The blonde frowns and you shrug in response.

“It’s better to change the website now, before we quote more references only for them to be wrong.” You nod, and you are convinced you could see a hint of annoyance in the other’s eyes.

“But that’s my part-” He argues, and you turn your head to him unimpressed.

“Doesn’t mean it can’t be better.” You squint, getting your face closer to him.

He takes a sharp inhale, before squinting back. “Which one of us has a 4.0 gpa?”

“I know I have it, what do you have?” You grin proudly, the other let out an impressed laugh, throwing his hands up in defense. You catch yourself giggling, so you clear your throat before going back to writing, only to see Jiseok get his face closer to yours while trying to reach over to the other side of the table, to grab one of the discarded books.

You part your lips slightly, looking at him when he turns his head, face dangerously close to yours. “I needed the book…” He explains in a whisper, face still close to yours.

You know Jiseok is overall a nice person but you really can’t tell if he’s just flirting. He couldn’t be flirting…he doesn’t date. But it’s kinda hard to believe he’s not when he stretches tiredly and rests his head on your shoulder for a quick break, or when he offers you some of his snacks or when you catch him looking at you for a while.

After a while, you decide to take a small break so you put your earphones in, turning on some music. Embarrassingly enough, the earphones weren’t connected to the phone so the song started blasting in the library, making the librarian and other three people turn their heads to you and you duck your head apologizing with a grim look on your face, mentally hitting your head against a wall.

You feel a pair of eyes on you, and when you turn your head you see a very excited Jiseok, grinning with wide eyes. “I love that band!”

“You do?” You frown with a small chuckle. “I never really took you as the type to listen to this type of music.” You tease but offer him one of your earphones, which he gladly takes. Jiseok bobs his head happily to the song playing, making you let out a small chuckle, smiling while shaking your head. “Focus!!”

“I’m focusing, this is me focused!!” He smiles, writing at full speed while mouthing the lyrics, and you wish you’d take a video of him right now because he looks insane.

Spending time with Jiseok was way more fun than you thought it would be. That is, if you ignored the way he’d sometimes turn to you mouthing some very questionable romantic lyrics. No. Don’t be stupid, he’s overly nice! He’s too nice! Why’s he so nice??

The assignment gets done in three hours and when you look outside, you see that it’s raining heavily. You check for your umbrella in your backpack only to realize you don’t have it with you. You close your eyes tightly, tired of the universe messing with you, sitting in front of the door with Jiseok.

“You know, I actually had fun. Doing assignments in groups is usually boring.” He says, taking the umbrella out of his backpack. “We should hang out sometime…” The blonde says, with a hint of nervousness in his voice. You widen your eyes. Oh no. He’s after you. This was all a scheme. “Oh, you don’t have your umbrella? I could walk you home if you want to, it’s kinda dangerous to walk alone at night especially with this rain.”

Run! Run! Leave right now! “OH YOU KNOW WHAT? DON’T WORRY I HAVE A FRIEND THAT LIVES NEARBY, BYE, GOOD WORK!” You scream over the rain, running away in the pouring rain, leaving a very confused Jiseok behind once again. You run to Gunil’s flat while him and his girlfriend look at you very amused, laughing at your stupidity.

Gunil has been dating her for three years now and since he was pretty much an older brother to you, she came to care about you a lot too, which is why she is now preparing you a cup of hot tea while you wrap a blanket about you, whining about how you almost got killed.

Jiseok, on the other hand, walks into his shared dorm, looking more pissed off than ever, earning a raised eyebrow from Jooyeon, who was sitting on the couch playing some video games with Seungmin and Jungsu.

“Woah you look like ass.” Jooyeon laughs, dodging the wet hoodie that his best friend throws at him annoyedly.

“So how did it go, did you conquer the love of your life?” Jungsu teases, and Jiseok thinks about choking him to death.

“I JUST DON’T GET IT! I DID EVERYTHING THERE WAS TO DO AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED? SHE RAN AWAY!” Jiseok complains, laying on the floor face down, while the others laugh at him.

“What exactly did you do?” Seungmin asks, pausing the game.

“Okay so I…first of all rested my head on her shoulder and then I gave her my snacks and then AND THEN- I was like oh we should hang out sometime and offered to walk with her home and she just RAN!” He whines, grabbing a pillow from the couch and hitting himself with it.

“So you’re mad that she didn’t understand your subtle hints huh…” Seungmin snickers, the others trying their best not to laugh.

“Oh how the tables have turned…” Jooyeon sighs amused. “So is it done? Are we back on track? Are you done with the lovesick puppy act?”

“Yes. I dislike her. So much. I don’t even wanna see her face anymore. I don’t get it ! Everyone loves me! WHY DOESN’T SHE LOVE ME??” He asks desperately, choking the pillow with a whine.

“Maybe she felt the psycho vibes.” Jungsu says weirded out, instantly getting up and running out of the apartment when he sees the blonde’s murderous intent in his eyes.

Jiseok, besides being terrifyingly perfect, was also a liar. He was /not/ over you. In fact, if anything, you running away from him only made him more determined to remind you that everyone likes him and you should too. At least, that was the plan. Until he saw you hug Hyeongjun excitedly in the hallway after he announced he got into a local band he really liked.

“Why is she hugging him.” The jock scoffs, walking down the hallway.

“Aren’t they friends?” Jungsu frowns, glancing at you two smiling and talking.

“Well they should be less friends.” He mumbles annoyedly, walking past you and giving you a dirty look.

Okay, maybe you deserved that. After all, you did run out on him for the second time. But it’s not like he’d take it personally, right? Wrong. Because, for whatever reason, Jiseok was now a complete asshole to you. He’d barely glance at you, rolling his eyes when you try to wave at him in the hallways, leaving you very confused.

Great, now you’re on the bad side of the serial killer.

You believed you were being dramatic but your suspicions got proven to be right when you found an empty seat next to Jiseok in english class and tried to sit next to him to try to apologize or something, but before you could take your seat, Jiseok placed his backpack on the seat, forcing you to take the one next to the backpack instead.

Oh. You didn’t like that. It felt strangely shitty to have Jiseok be cold to you, which is stupid because you barely talked and hung out a total of…one time. You purse your lips and quietly take notes, making sure you gather your things quickly enough to walk next to Jiseok once the class is finished.

“Hey uh-” You start, not getting any reply from the other. “I don’t know if it was too sudden of me to leave, but I was worried the rain would get worse and-”

“It’s whatever. I don’t know you anyways. You don’t owe me any explanations.” He cuts off, making you look at him, taken aback at the sudden cold tone.

“I just don’t want you to think I don’t like you or anything-” You try again, but he rolls his eyes, getting in front of you.

“Look, we had a total of four conversations, I don’t expect anything from you. Now, if you excuse me, I have things to do.” He finishes with a serious expression, walking off.

You gulp, pretending not to feel hurt at the sudden change of attitude. Maybe Jiseok wasn’t as nice and loving as everyone thought he was. You weren’t even sure why he got like this, all you did was talk a few times. Wait, why even would you care about what he thinks of you? You two spent two years without being in each other’s lives, why should things suddenly change? Actually, you know what?? He is an asshole. Acting all cold and whatnot just because you didn’t let him walk you home?? That’s such a weird thing to be mad about.

You scoff and go on about your day, choosing to eat outside instead of the cafeteria. The rumors about you two were still going strong too, which didn’t make things any better. Now, the rumor was that you two were secretly dating but got into a huge fight. It’s been two weeks since the rumors started and you really couldn’t be bothered to care anymore.

A few days consisted of you trying to convince people you two weren’t dating but no one believed you. It was truly worthless to even try after the fifth time. Maybe that’s why he became so distant. Maybe he simply thinks you’re too unattractive and is annoyed that people think he’s dating you. Or maybe he still thinks you’re responsible for the rumors. Whatever. It’s not like it matters.

“You what??” Jungsu asks with wide eyes, munching on his food later that night. “Are you stupid??”

“What am I supposed to do??? She doesn’t even like me and she’s all over her friend and she keeps running away from me!” Jiseok cries out, drinking some more Soju.

“Definitely not be an asshole, what the fuck? You called her the love of your life two weeks ago and now you’re rolling your eyes at her?? Are you stupid??” Jungsu groans, drinking some more.

Jiseok looks at the older teary eyed, pouting with rosy cheeks from the alcohol. “She’s so pretty…and smart…you know thanks to her suggestion on the assignment we got a 100?She probably has a crush on that guitarist…” He complains, sadly hugging his bottle. “Why can’t she love me…”

“How do you want her to love you if you treat her badly?” The other deadpans, drinking some of his alcohol. “Maybe she ran away because you came off as too strong. I don't know, you have crazy eyes when it comes to her. Girls like it when men are more laid back, you know, be cool.”

“I’m cool! I’m the captain of the hockey team, I have perfect grades, I know how to make good instant ramen…I’m so cool, Kim Jungsu…” The blonde pouts, eating sadly. “And I TRIED to be cool and distant and she didn’t even try to kiss me!”

“Jesus Christ your stupidity is truly…woah…” Jungsu shakes his head. “Why don’t you just ask her out if you like her this much? We have a game soon and you are barely able to hit the puck without messing up. Coach isn’t happy, and neither are the other guys…”

“I can’t just ask her out, we don't know each other!” The younger whines, asking for another bottle of Soju.

“Then get to know her! You said you two like the same band right? Take her to a concert! Something! Please, just-stop being stupid!” Jungsu whines back, eating some more. “You’re making this way more complicated than it has to be.”

“Love is so hard…” Jiseok sobs, wiping his tears. “ Why can’t she just grab my face and kiss me and say she wants to marry me…”

“MARRIAGE.” Jungsu yelps, shaking his head quickly. “Yeah no, she definitely picked up on the psycho vibes.” At that, Jiseok throws some lettuce at his friend, before resting his head on the table.

“We might need to search for a new captain…” Jungsu mumbles to himself, grabbing his jacket. “C’mon we have classes tomorrow.”

“Mm no! Let me DIE! DIE OF HEARTBREAK!” Jiseok cries out dramatically, making a few heads turn to look at their table, earning an apologetic bow from the older.

“You exchanged numbers for the project right? Why don’t you just text her??”

“YOU’RE SO SMART!” Jiseok gasps, grabbing his phone while clinging onto Jungsu and calling you.

“What are you- I DIDN’T MEAN NOW YOU PSYCHO IT’S 10PM!-” Jungsu screams, trying to reach for the phone while they walk on the street, but to their surprise you pick up.

‘Hello?’ You pick up the phone confused, hoping you didn’t answer the phone too quickly.

‘You! You are so mean! Why don’t you lo-mph!’ Jiseok’s voice starts on the other end, before getting interrupted by another man’s voice. ‘So sorry, wrong number!’ Is all you hear before the phone cuts off.

You stare at the screen in disbelief trying to process what just happened. Was he drunk? No, he couldn’t be, why would he call you while drunk…Unless he- no, why would he be mad? It’s his fault after all. He probably meant to call his ex or something, classic drunk behavior, yes. You hold back a smile at the thought of Jiseok calling you while drunk on purpose. You think about it for a minute or two. Or an hour.

Next day you pass by Jiseok in the hallway and have to hold back a giggle when you see his embarrassed expression and wide eyes when they meet yours. You duck your head down, earning a very confused look from Hyeongjun and Gunil.

“I’m going to kill myself. She definitely knows.” Jiseok complains on the way to lunch.

“I tried to stop you!” Jungsu defends himself, before the younger throws a nugget at him. “You know, have you considered that maybe the reason you’re not making any progress is that you’re OVERCOMPLICATING EVERYTHING? You don’t even know her favorite drink but you’re stressing about her liking you and crying about how she will never be yours. Maybe she’d like you if she saw you actually wanna get to know her! This is really not as fucking hard as you make it seem! Just start being around her!”

“Woah…that’s that old man wisdom…” Jooyeon nods, grunting when the older man smacks his head.

Jiseok purses his lips and reflects on it. He doesn’t like to admit he’s wrong but maybe his friends are right. Just because it was love at first sight for /him/ it doesn’t mean it has to be for you. You know what they say, one falls first but the other falls harder.

The day went by pretty boringly. So did the next day. You and Jiseok barely exchanged a few looks in the hallways but that was about it. It’s not like you were constantly thinking about him. Just sometimes. A lot of times. The rumors died down by now, at least you haven’t heard anything lately. You guess Jiseok probably made sure to make it very clear that nothing happened nor will ever happen between you two.

“I thought you thought he was probably a serial killer cuz he’s too perfect but now you’re pouting because you haven’t talked to him since the project…” Hyeongjun notes at lunch the next day.

“Well I still think he is! I just- I don’t like him. He’s confusing. He’s super sweet a week and offers to walk me home and then he doesn't even want me to be around him in class! What am I supposed to think of it?” You cry out, sighing tired.

“I don’t think you should stress this much…guys are usually pretty direct. If he doesn’t wanna be around you maybe that’s just all there is…did anything happen that night at the library?”

“No, he just offered to walk me home after asking to- OHMYGOD he asked me to hang out and I completely ignored him by mistake-”

“What do you mean ignore-” Hyeongjun frowns, tilting his head slightly.

“I ran away.” You say, staring into the distance as everything starts making sense. “I just didn’t want him to walk me home, I didn't mean to ignore him!” You whine, covering your face with your hands.

“But it’s not like it matters right? Why would you wanna hang out with a serial killer?” Gunil smirks knowingly, sitting next to you, unimpressed at your threatening finger pointing now at him.

“Not. A word. It’s not that. No. Shut up.” You squint, refusing to acknowledge your feelings.

“To be fair, he’s been the only thing you have talked about ever since the cafeteria incident…” Hyeongjun notes, earning a proud smile from Gunil and a very defeated whine from you.

“Whatever. It’s not like it matters. Everyone has a crush on him.”

There was no point in even trying to hide this from your friends, after all, they knew you better than you knew yourself and you’re pretty sure they’ve been aware that you’ve been having feelings for Jiseok for longer than you even knew. It feels stupid to even say it. You’re eating your brain out while he’s probably making out with some hot girl in his degree right now.

You were terribly wrong. Jiseok was currently using his free time to practice because his head was everywhere but the game.

In the middle of your last class Gunil mentioned sour worm snacks and now that was the only thing you could think about. So, as soon as the class ended, you headed straight to the vending machine, only to be greeted with an “OUT OF ORDER” flyer taped to it. You sigh with your eyes closed, biting on your cheek and considering giving up on the snacks but you really couldn’t get your mind off it so you did the next best thing. Go towards the Hockey rink. There was a vending machine in that building and since you knew there was no practice happening, you allowed yourself to sneak inside for your snack.

You walk to the vending machine, letting out a small excited noise when you see a single bag of gummies in the middle row. You put the money in and excitedly wait for the bag to fall, only to have it get stuck. “You’ve got to be fucking with me…” You groan, trying to shake the vending machine to no avail.

That’s when you hear a noise coming from the rink, and you assume it’s the janitor so you walk inside, hoping he could open the wedding machine for you. Except, there was no janitor. It was Jiseok, in full Hockey attire, skating and hitting the puck, groaning when he would miss.

Woah. He looks…woah. You blink a few times, lips parted as you look at the blonde’s concentrated look on the puck. You didn’t mean to stare, you really didn’t. But in your defense, he looked really good in his element. You were being completely silent, until you get the uncontrollable urge to sneeze and the more you tried to hold it in the worse it got so eventually, you broke.

The noise makes Jiseok turn his head around quickly, taken aback when he sees you standing there. You smile awkwardly, waving shortly, making the other let out a chuckle as he gets out of the rink, taking his helmet off, showing his messy hair. Woah.

“What are you doing here?” The man frowns confused, trying to fix his hair.

“The vending machine I usually use is out of order…this one isn’t any better though, it ate my money.” You scrunch your nose, earning a small laugh from the older.

“Middle row?” He asks, earning a surprised nod from you. Jiseok smiles slightly, changing his skates into comfortable shoes, before walking towards the vending machine, you following him close behind.

“You’d think they could afford buying new vending machines with all the money we pay…” Jiseok tsks, buying himself a bottle of water from the top row right above your snacks, making them fall once his water brushes against them. “There.” He smiles, giving you the bag.

You smile slightly, thanking him quietly. “Wait, what are you doing here? I thought you didn't have practice today?”

“You know my schedule?” He smirks playfully, making you roll your eyes with a small laugh.

“Me and every other person on campus.” That makes Jiseok give you a small nod while saying ‘touche’, grinning. You look at him for a few moments, before you finally say: “Hey I’m uhm, I'm sorry.” The blonde’s smile slowly drops, replaced by a confused expression. “I know it might seem like I'm lying but I really didn't realize I never answered your question.”

“My question?” Jiseok asks again, nervousness obvious in his voice.

“I do wanna hang out.” You admit, and you could swear the other’s eyes popped out of his eye sockets, breaking out into a huge grin.

“Do you usually take two weeks to give an answer?” He asks teasingly, unable to hide his smile.

“In my defense, you were kinda shitty to me after that night.” You squint, and the other holds his heart giving you a small hum.

“Sorry. I just have a lot of…stress.” He admits, going on when he sees your curious look, walking back to the rink. “I keep getting distracted during practice. Coach’s not happy. The game is approaching and their leader sucks ass, you know?”

“Aren’t you being a bit dramatic?” You chuckle, sitting on the bench next to Jiseok, offering him a gummy. “You’re the best player on campus, that’s why you’re captain, right?”

“Captains can change if they're underperforming.” He explains, chewing on the snack, turning his head to look at you. “No one’s place is secured on the team.” He finishes, and you have to try your best not to stare at the way sweat drops down his hair as he puts his skates back.

“Woah…you really are full of surprises…who would’ve thought that the cool hockey captain, sports prodigy, top student Kwak Jiseok is actually soooo lame.” You grin, but get up extending your hand to him when you see the hurt look on his face. “C’mon.”

“What are you doing?” The blonde frowns with a small chuckle, holding your hand and getting up.

“Maybe you need to watch someone worse than you to make you feel better.” You shrug, walking towards the rink.

“You don’t even have skates with you!” Jiseok notes, worried, rushing to your side, coughing a bit when you casually reply that he can just make sure you don’t fall.

You grab the hockey stick from his hands and look up at him determinately. “So, what do you need to do?” You smile, and Jiseok has a look you can’t exactly tell what it is. His eyes are sparkling but he also seems extremely worried.

Once he explains the exercise, you position yourself, almost falling, which results in Jiseok holding your waist for support, exhaling in relief. You tense up at the feeling of his hands on your waist, pretending your heart wasn’t beating ten times faster. You hit the puck, only for it to fly off to the far right, earning an amused laugh from the man behind you, who was still holding onto your waist.

You hold back a smile and hit the other pucks, completely missing them, making the blonde laugh wholeheartedly, looking down at you. “Woah you really, REALLY suck.” He grins, making you scoff playfully.

“Oh yeah if only there was a good player around to show me how it’s done…” You sigh dramatically, shaking your head as Jiseok rearranges the pucks, taking the helmet from his hand and putting it on your head, your eyes locking with his. “Are you so bad at it I need a helmet?” You try to tease, but your voice comes out shakier than intended.

“No, it’s because you are insane and not wearing skates. If you fall, at least you won’t die on my watch.” Jiseok says matter of factly with a small smile, patting your head twice before stretching and hitting the pucks, getting a perfect shot every single time. It takes about two minutes before you take the helmet off, getting annoyed at the feeling of it on your head.

You look at him amazed, lips slightly parted. You knew he was good but seeing him focused on his practice up close was completely different. You couldn’t stop staring and Jiseok didn’t seem to mind it, at least until he yells out at you to give feedback, making you snap out of your thoughts. “Oh? BOO! YOU COULD DO BETTER KWAK JISEOK!!” You yell back after timing his speed.

The jock parts his lips offended, letting out a small breath of annoyance, repeating the exercise. You shake your head disappointed letting him know the time he took before making him repeat it again. By the sixth time Jiseok was heavily breathing, looking at you with murderous intent, and next thing you know the man is skating to you at full speed, earning a surprised yelp from you as you try to run away.

“COME HERE! YOU’RE A LIAR! I WAS FASTER THAN THAT!” He screams, pointing at you. You widen your eyes, trying to run away, only for you to fall after a few seconds. Thankfully, Jiseok got to you on time and wrapped his arms around you but he lost balance and fell down with you on top of him. The blonde lets out a small grunt at the impact as you put your hand under his head to make sure he doesn’t hit it on the hard surface.

You both breathe heavily, the other holding onto your waist and looking up at you as your free hand is on his chest. You stay quiet for a few seconds and God knows what got into you because before you could stop yourself you’re slowly leaning your face closer to the jock’s, Jiseok’s eyes closing.

Run! What the fuck are you doing! He’s gonna think you’re a weirdo! Remember! Serial killer!

Your brain was screaming at you but it truly was as if your body had a mind of its own so now, your lips were touching Jiseok’s into a tentative kiss, hearing the other let out a shaky breath. He didn’t even get to properly kiss back because alarms were going off in your head making you pull away quickly with wide eyes, the other opening his eyes confused. You look over his face for a split second before trying to push yourself up, hands on his chest, ready to run away.

However, just as you’re about to get on your feet you feel yourself being pulled back down, hearing an annoyed “You should really stop being so difficult.” from Jiseok before he cups your jaw and kisses you slowly, hand pressing lightly on your lower back to make sure you can’t get up. You let out a surprised noise, kissing him back slowly after you process what’s happening.

Feeling you kissing back, Jiseok breaks out into a huge grin, wrapping both of his arms around your waist and hugging you close to him, making you let out a small giggle. You’re kissing Jiseok. You’re actually…woah he’s such a good kisser…

Your happiness didn’t last long though, because your hands were starting to sting thanks to the cold, so you tried to pull away from the kiss, only for Jiseok to pull you even closer. “Jiseok…” You whisper amused, trying to get up, the other not losing his grip around you, letting out a mindless hum. “I'm freezing.”

The blonde scoffs, looking at you playfully annoyed. You smile apologetically, kissing him two more times, before getting up, feeling the older lightly hold onto the hem of your shirt. “What are you doing??” You laugh, helping him get up after.

“Making sure you don't run away. Can never be too sure with you.” He replies, brushing ice off his clothes. You look at him shyly, quietly walking out of the ice rink, the other following close behind.

You're not really sure what you're supposed to do now so you say something about having to go home, grabbing your bag when Jiseok grabs your hand tiredly, pulling you close to him.

“What do you think you're doing?” Ah yes, see? Serial Killer.

“Going home?” You try, but the other shakes his head.

“Wrong.”

“Wrong?” You tilt your head, the blonde holding your jaw with a hand, nodding.

“Wrong. I'm taking you out for dinner.” He answers casually, and you widen your eyes.

“Suddenly?” You speak with squished cheeks.

“No, not suddenly. We have to talk and if I let you walk out of that door you’re going to be weird again and run away and maybe transfer schools or something.” The older says mimicking your wide eyes, chuckling when you squint at him. “You’re cute. Can you promise you won’t run away so I can take a five minute shower so I don’t stink when I take the girl I like out?” Your eyes widen even more and Jiseok simply pecks you once cutely making a ‘mwah’ sound.

You’re left standing in the middle of the room petrified, unable to move.. You try to speak up or call out for him because he just casually confessed like it was nothing but no words come out. Your hand flies up to your mouth and you touch your lips, blinking quickly while looking at the hallway door shocked, before you smile widely, putting your backpack over your shoulder after letting out a few excited squeals.

No. Composure. You need him to think you’re cool. He can’t think you’re some weirdo. You text the group chat you have with Gunil and Hyeongjun letting them know you are going out to grab dinner with the serial killer and when your phone blows up with notifications, both of them wanting explanations, you mute it for your own sanity.

“You ready?” Jiseok’s voice comes from behind you and when you turn around you see him dressed in gray sweatpants and a black oversized hoodie, having his team’s jacket on. You part your lips letting out a small breath, forgetting to pretend you’re not staring. The blonde seems to notice this because he gets closer, looking down at you with a small smirk, hands going to your waist, and you really wish you could react but it’s as if both your brain and your body are stuck. “I like this reaction better than running away.” The boy whispers, leaning down and kissing you slowly.

You make a surprised noise, playfully slapping his chest, pulling away. “They’re watching us!” You whisper yell panicking, pointing to the cameras.

“They were also watching us 15 minutes ago when you were on top of me.” He replies unimpressed. You widen your eyes more at the choice of words, and slap his arm while walking towards the exit, telling him it’s time to go, to which he jock chuckles with a small smile, shaking his head and running after you once he grabs his backpack and hockey stick.

You walk next to him quietly, still processing everything when suddenly Jiseok starts making small conversation about the good weather, smoothly interlocking his fingers with yours while looking around, smiling while talking and completely ignoring your taken aback expression.

“Where are you taking me?” You ask after a while. “Is this some plan to secretly take me to a secluded area so you could kill me and sell my organs to the black market?” You squint, earning a quick nod from the man before he laughs glancing at you.

“Are you calling me a Serial Killer right to my face after letting me kiss you? Twice?”

“It was three times…” You correct, pointing your finger to him after. “Plus, who says you couldn’t be one? You’re too nice. And are good at everything. And are smart and good-looking. I know there’s gotta be something fundamentally wrong with you and I’ll find out what exactly that is!”

“So you think I’m good lookinnggg!” He grins, pinching your cheek while walking.

“That’s all you got out of it??”

“That’s the only part I care about.” Jiseok shrugs, entering inside the korean barbeque restaurant. “I usually come here with the guys after a match, it’s so good and everything is so cheap.”

“Woah korean barbeque for a first date…what a man…” You say sarcastically, making the jock smile pleased.

“I never said it was a date.” He clarifies teasingly, sitting at the table with you standing in front of him. Seeing your puzzled expression, the man goes on. “You never said if you liked me so this is more of a hang out, testing the waters if you will.” He finishes, holding back a laugh at your outraged expression.

“Didn’t say I lik-are you serious??” You ask with eyes wide. “I showed you! Do I have to say it too?”

The blonde nods seriously, hand on his heart after ordering. “I am a sensitive man, and again, you can never be too sure with you. Remember how you ran out on me?? Two and a half times?? That’s two and a half more than normal and if you-mph!” He rants before you walk over to him and grab his face, kissing him passionately, one hand on his jaw as the other grabs on his hair.

“That enough of an answer?” You whisper, pulling away just enough to speak, looking down at him. The blonde looks at you with half lidded eyes and parted lips, blinking quickly and letting out a shaky breath.

“Do you wanna marry me?” He says amazed, no coherent thoughts behind his eyes, earning a laugh from you.

“You’re so much lamer than people make you out to be.” You say, letting go of him before sitting in front of him at the table. “I like you too by the way.” You say casually, grabbing some food and eating it while looking at the man in front of you entertained. Jiseok needed a few good minutes to come back from that kiss. Cute.

Getting to know Jiseok as a person was very…interesting. In the way that he was nothing like what you imagined him to be. He was cool and skilled and super hot, yes but he was also a talker. Such a talker. About anything and everything. Science, arts, philosophy, sports, any and every subject he could make a conversation of it.

He did a tornado with the Soju and somehow that developed into you talking about how some plants need to be soaked in water to survive and he talks about his plants at home that he simulates a tropical rain in the bathroom for them to grow well.

“I’m telling you! They can only be fooled if I do the whole charade! Last time I tried to simply pour water on them, half of them almost died on me.” He complains, shaking his head.

“Do you add sounds too? I think you should add sounds too.” You nod supportively, the other widening his eyes while chewing faster on the piece of meat he was currently eating, pulling out his phone swearing he found the best video for it before playing the loud rain sounds with thunder, making you laugh even harder. “Okay fine, you convinced me, I'll try that on my plants next time.”

The blonde smiles proudly, drinking, before squinting at you. “Now, on to the topic at hand.” He starts fake seriously. “Why did you run away from me? Multiple times. Did I do something?? Cuz I swear I’m not some weirdo-”

You purse your lips embarrassed, covering your face. “Do I really have to say it…” You mumble, but the other points a chopstick at you, using it as a microphone. You close your eyes saying in one breath how you genuinely thought he was some psycho because there’s no way someone is /that/ perfect and Jiseok looks at you dumbfounded.

“No way…THAT’S IT??” The blonde widens his eyes, unbelieving what he heard. He throws his head back with a scoff before chuckling, running his tongue inside his cheek. “Jesus fucking Christ…” He scoffs again with a chuckle, looking at you again. “You’re so…Do you /know/ the amount of excruciating pain i’ve been through these past few weeks??”

You frown, tilting your head. “What do you mean /you/?? /I/ was the one going through pain! You kept being nice and then you were an asshole an-”

“You ran! I thought you hated me! Didn’t like me at all! I have liked you since that day at the cafeteria!” He whines, and this time you look at him dumbfounded. “Why are you looking at me like that??Is that weird? Did I weird you out??”

“I've liked you since then too…” You admit in a small voice that Jiseok’s eyes almost pop out of his head. You look at each other for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter, not believing that this could all have been easily avoided if you two just didn’t act stupid.

Talking about Jiseok was easy. He was mature and the type of guy that really wears his heart on his sleeve so when he said he never actually had a girlfriend before, you choke on your drink, not believing him. “But-everyone hits on you! All the time! And you’re so…Jiseok literally every single person in that school has tried to hit on you, wait if that’s the case why not shut down rumors?”

The older shrugs, lips slightly pursed. “People don’t really care about the truth, they just care about the most interesting version, and me being some scared of compromise bad boy is way more interesting than the reality.”

“And what’s the reality?” You ask curiously.

“That I’ve got this one girl I’m absolutely batshit crazy about and that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about for the longest time and she better agree on dating me or else I will actually gauge my eyes out with my hockey stick.” He answers, smiling lazily when you laugh at the answer, shaking your head.

“See, you do give psycho vibes.” You tease, the other rolling his eyes happily. “But that still doesn’t add up. People /have/ been flirting with you.” You go on, and when Jiseok gives you a confused look you raise an eyebrow. “That one time after a match this one girl got close to you all giggling and touching your arm? That time last /week/ someone asked if you could teach them some hockey sometime as in /private lessons/? And that’s only some of the ones I’ve /Heard/ about. God knows how many people do it a day…”

“That’s considering FLIRTING? People were FLIRTING WITH ME?” The blonde asks as if his whole world got turned upside down. “How was I supposed to know?? See now the rumor about me being cold and not ready for relationships makes way more sense.” The jock groans understandingly.

“You can’t be serious…Oh my god you’re serious…” You laugh, covering your mouth, tears filling your eyes. “You’re just fucking oblivious and stupid…” You laugh more as the other whines. “So what I’m hearing is we wouldn’t be here if I didn’t literally grab your face and kiss you.”

“I didn’t say that! I had a plan…maybe.” He mumbles, finishing his food while you giggle at your crush. Your stupidly hot but very oblivious crush.

You two decide it’s time to go home since it was getting late and this time you let Jiseok walk you home, putting his jacket on you after five minutes of walking and when he asked if it was because you were cold, you simply shook your head while saying you just felt like it, and truly you have never seen a man happier in your life.

“Wait, I have a question.” Jiseok starts, stopping in front of you on the street, and you tilt your head at him with a hum, hands in the jacket. “Does this mean I can officially kiss you whenever I feel like it?” He asks and you hold back a smile, shaking your head. He blinks a few times, smile slowly disappearing, but before he could pull away you snicker, cupping his face and kissing him slowly, getting closer to him.

“You look cute when you pout.” You whisper, earning a tired groan from the taller as he wraps his arms around your waist, kissing you lovingly.

“You’re so mean…” Jiseok mumbles, hugging your waist while kissing you, pecking you multiple times.

Kissing Jiseok felt like fireworks. It was exciting and fun and it was even better than you could have ever imagined,especially when he hugs you closer to him, kissing you slower but more passionately.

“You’re suspiciously good at kissing, you know?” You whisper after pulling away, hands still caressing his jaw.

“I said I never dated before, not that I didn’t do everything else.” The blonde whispers back, blush spreading across your cheeks.

You decide it’s too much for you to handle right now so you simply pull away, walking next to a very amused Jieok. He hugs your arm while walking, and when you get in front of your building you turn to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Who would’ve thought you’re now with the serial killer at your front door.” He teases, but if Jiseok needs to learn one thing about you is the fact that you will /always/ have the last word.

So, you smile with a hum, pulling him closer to you before kissing him slowly, playing with his hair. You hear the older man let out a sigh when you rest your back against the wall while kissing him as his hands are now on your waist, and because you needed to prove a point, you kiss him just a little harder while pulling his bottom lip slightly, earning a small noise from him before pulling away.

Jiseok looks at you with the same blank stare from before, and you simply smile innocently, whispering. “Goodnight, Jiseok. See you tomorrow”, entering the building after as the other barely manages to let out a ‘goodnight’.

The next day, first thing in the morning you need to update your friends on everything as soon as you step foot on campus, hearing complaints about how you didn’t answer their texts and they thought you were dead. You were trying to be discreet about it, almost whispering when talking but it was kind of useless since you were currently wearing Jiseok’s captain jacket, earning stares from pretty much everyone.

It wasn’t like you planned on it, but after entering your house last night you realized you still had his jacket and it would've be too much work to carry it. That was the reason, totally not because you wanted everyone to know you’re together with him. Well, not really together but kinda?

“What do you mean kinda together? Am I supposed to call him your boyfriend or not?” Gunil scrunches his eyebrows in confusion, sitting in front of you at the cafeteria.

“We’re just hanging out for now…I don’t wanna jump head first into it. We’re gonna go to the arcade tomorrow but that’s pretty much it. The idea of dating after hanging out once feels…forced.” You answer casually, pretending you don’t notice people whispering about you.

“I think that’s good.” Hyeongjun nods. “And it’s not like it really matters, people already think you two broke up and now got back together so you should do whatever is comfortable to you, there’s no use trying to please them.”

Gunil hums as if convinced and you start eating, when suddenly you see the hockey team enter the cafeteria. You glance at them, Jiseok breaking into a huge grin when his eyes fall on you, giving you a quick wink before heading towards his table. You bite the inside of your cheek and ignore Hyeongjun’s remark about how your face is tomato shade after that interaction.

The hockey team had practice today and knowing that, you head towards the building, planning on giving Jiseok his jacket back. “Hey, uhm, is Jiseok here?” You ask one of the players, the other two turning their heads at you and giving each other a knowing smile.

“He forgot his charger in the library and went back to get it. I’m Jooyeon by the way.” The man smiles, and it clicks. Right, his best friend. You smile and introduce yourself and so do the other two boys. “Is everything okay?”

“Ah yeah, I just wanted to give his jacket back. I’ll just leave it here, then.” You smile, taking the jacket off you, when suddenly someone sprints to you, wrapping their hands around your torso from the back while picking you up and kissing your cheek harshly once, earning a surprised noise from you. “What the fu-Jiseok!” You whine, hand on your chest when he puts you down, catching your breath. “You scared the shit out of me!” You complain, hitting his arm, too embarrassed to look at the others.

He mocks you playfully, pecking you once. “Hi.” The blonde whispers happily, making your heart melt. “Why’re you here? Did you come to cheer for me?”

“You wish. I brought you back your jacket so you don’t think I'm a thief or something.” You correct with a mumble, the other enjoying how shy you suddenly got. “I have to go. Bye!” You blurt out, waving to everyone and walking to the door, almost hitting yourself on the door.

“Waiitt!” The blonde smiles, pulling on your hand to bring you closer to him. “I finish practice in two hours. That’s when you’re done with your classes too right?” You nod slowly, and the other smiles more. “Okay then wait for me at the entrance.” Is all he says, giving your hand a small squeeze.

“I can’t believe your stupid ass actually got a girlfriend.” Seungmin says impressed once you leave, but Jiseok groans.

“I wish. She’s not even my girlfriend. We’re just hanging out. Jungsu said I give off psycho vibes so I’m trying to take it slow.”

“No matter how slow you take it, you still give psycho vibes.” Jungsu grins, rushing to the rink with Jiseok following close behind.

“Bet 50 bucks he asks her to be his girlfriend in 3 days.” Jooyeon whispers to Seungmin, the other smirking.

“Bet 100 he already asked her to marry him.” Seungmin replies with a chuckle, both heading to the rink.

Now, it /is/ true that you didn’t want to rush into things, and you still don’t, but seeing girls still try to flirt with Jiseok daily was still annoying and the worst part of it was that since you two were not really a couple but also not strangers, shutting down rumors was impossible. That, combined with the fact that he was absolutely clueless when he was being flirted with, made it impossible for you not to lose your mind.

You and Jiseok started hanging out more and more, texting pretty much daily and having hour long conversations and at school. He somehow managed to be around you more than ever before. You’d walk together to classes, would sit next to each other during your one shared class, and at lunch, one day You, Gunil and Hyeongjun suddenly find yourselves sharing a table with Jiseok and his friends.

Kissing still happened, mostly quick pecks and only in front of yours or his friends. You assumed he wasn’t big on pda or that he wanted to keep things to a minimum until you two are official but the problem is you’re still not official. It’s been two weeks of hanging out, texting and being together but there was still no label on it.

It mostly bothered you because you /knew/ you liked each other, it was clear you two wanted to date but /nothing/ was happening. Maybe you’re impatient. Or maybe, you wish Jiseok would grab your waist and pull you into a slow and passionate kiss whenever someone tried to look in your direction. Or maybe, you wished he did so whenever someone tried to flirt with him, like now.

“We could go study at my house, it’s more comfortable than the library.” His classmate smiles, batting her eyelashes at him.

You two were sitting on the grass next to each other, Jiseok highlighting his textbook while you were typing a report on your computer. You know there’s at least three versions of the rumor about yours and Jiseok’s relationship but every single one of them has a common factor: whether you were or not together before, you are now. So the question is, why does everyone choose to act as if he’s single, because he’s not. Well, he is…but he’s not!

“Your house?” Jiseok blinks, tilting his head and when he glances at you, you give him a death stare accompanied by a raised eyebrow, making the other shake his head. “No, sorry, I focus better at the library.” He smiles, and the girl sighs but agrees on it before leaving.

“You’re an ass.” You mumble, typing on your computer.

“Wha-why??” The jock asks with a whine, getting closer to you.

“What do you mean why?? She was flirting with you!! You’re not supposed to allow other people to flirt with you!” You complain, the older one hugging your arm saying she wasn’t flirting. “Of course she was! Why would you need to go to her /house/?”

“Cuz you don’t have to keep dead quiet to not be kicked out?” He tries, but you grab his highlighter and smack his head with it.

“To have sex. That’s girl code for sex.” You clarify, the other’s eyes widening as if something clicked.

“Oh wait that exlpa-ohhh-OHHH…That explains so many things in my life…” The hockey player whispers, and you look at him puzzled. “One time, I agreed to tutor this girl right? So we go to her house, and in the middle of studying, she stops and suddenly goes ‘oh do you want to get more comfortable’ and i was like no thanks i’m really comfortable and went on solving the equation was that also-” He starts and you burst out laughing.

“God, you’re so dense.” You giggle, hitting his head with the highlighter again. “How the hell did you survive 22 years of your life like this, Kwak Jiseok?” You grin, the other groaning. “So if I want to flirt with you I have to be grossly direct?”

Jiseok nods quickly with wide eyes. “Please be very direct, grabbing my face and kissing me.” He clarifies, and you grab his jaw, kissing him once.

“There. That’s all you get.” You tease, and when he asks why you shrug. “Cuz you’re stupid and pissed me off.” At that, the older whines tiredly, laying on the grass with the book covering his face.

Things were fun and they were easy but by the third week and fourth date, you were getting a little worried. Why wouldn’t he just ask you out officially? Was he not that into you? Was he keeping his options open? Was this just a big joke between him and his friends? You spiral, while looking at the goodnight text Jiseok sent.

“I am going to kill myself.” Jiseok cries out, staring at the goodnight text he sent, not caring about the UNO game anymore. “I can’t do this anymore…”

“Why don’t you just ask her out? It’s been a while, right? And you guys already know you get along, so what’s stopping you?” Seungmin frowns, and the blonde points an accusatory finger at Jungsu.

“He said i’m a psycho!”

“You’re still a psycho, that won’t ever change, but Seungmin is right, don’t you think you’re taking too long? It’s already been a month, what if she moves on because she thinks you’re not serious about this?” Jungsu notes, putting a card down.

“Trust me. It will work. It’s a three month plan.” As the words leave Jiseok’s mouth, the others look at each other in horror.

“T-three months-?” Jooyeon stutters, putting down a +2 card, followed by a loud “UNO”

The game ends when Jiseok has just a little too much Soju, hand filled with over 20 cards while crying about how he can’t take this any longer because she probably has guys trying to talk to her all the time but how he needs to be a man of his word. After making sure the blonde is, in fact, sleeping Jooyeon clasps his hands tiredly.

“Okay, we need a game plan. This can’t go on, it’s been like half a year. I’m tired. I want a break. I deserve a break.” He whispers scandalized. “Three more months? Three more hours of this and I’ll cut my jugular off.”

“At least he’s focused at practice…” Jungsu sighs, but Seungmin purses his lips.

“He’s still underperforming. The game is next week, we need him to be back on his feet fully before that. I lied to the coach saying he got a little sick but that won’t cut it for much longer.” The player confesses.

“Okay, then we will make it happen before next week. Actually, you know what? We will make it happen this saturday.” Jooyeon nods determinedly. “I love him, I really do, but he looks like he’s about to explode whenever she does…anything. Yesterday he called me complaining for six hours because she let one of her classmates help her reach for a book at the library while doing a project.”

“And how exactly are we going to make him ask her? He’s already set on his stupid plan.” Jungsu rolls his eyes, crossing his arms.

“We just need to press him enough. If he sees she’s not /his/ unless he actually does something about it maybe he’ll wake up and stop being stupid.”

And so, they talked about their very detailed scheme to get Jiseok to ask you out. Of course, they didn’t bother to let you in on the joke so now, you were walking towards Jungsu’s house on a saturday for a party that they convinced you to go to under the pretext that their friend really needed to get loose before the important week but refused to unless you were there.

You’d be lying if you said your heart didn't jump in excitement at the idea, but you’d also be lying if you said you weren’t worried about being at a party with Jiseok, because although you two had a /thing/ going on, you never really had the courage to ask if you were exclusive, if he was seeing other people or whatnot.

You enter the house, Jungsu hugging you shortly while smiling. You two got a little closer when one day at the cafeteria you found out you are huge fans of the same crime tv show that was currently airing. You got along with Jiseok’s other friends too, but Jungsu was definitely the one you were most grateful of for being around, especially since Jiseok wasn’t there yet.

When you get to the living room you sigh with relief when your eyes fall on Gunil and his girlfriend, hugging them both. “Thank God you’re here. I thought you couldn’t make it?”

“We could, he was just being old and boring so I threatened him with never making him Japanese Pancakes for breakfast again if he didn’t come.” She smiles reassuringly and you close to tear up.

You were all now on the couch talking, when you felt a pair of arms hug your neck from behind, kissing your cheek, knowing it was Jiseok from the cologne. “Hi.” He whispers in your ear, making you blush.

“Hi-” You start but stop in your tracks when you see Jiseok’s styled hair, black shirt that was hugging his body in all the right places with a silver necklace around his neck and black pants, the outfit contrasting his blue and white hockey jacket. He doesn’t make an effort to hide the fact that he was checking you out, letting out a small curse to himself when he sits next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist after taking his hockey jacket off.

Jiseok and the others went to grab some drinks while you went to the bathroom and when you came back, you smile at Jooyeon who arrived while you were away.

“Hey, you look so good…” He says impressed, making you part your lips surprised, giggling slightly and thanking him, but Jiseok didn’t find it as funny as he was now wrapping his arm around his friend’s shoulder, yanking him closer while smiling sarcastically.

“What are you doing, best friend?” The blonde asks through gritted teeth.

“What?? I’m telling her she looks good, cuz she looks good! Hot people deserve compliments too, you know?” He answers innocently, turning his attention at you. “I’m talking about you, you’re the hot person.” Jooyeon whispers, making you laugh because it’s very obvious he’s only trying to push Jiseok’s buttons. It’s obvious to you at least.

“You know what you deserve?” The jock asks with wide eyes, fingers pressing onto his friend’s shoulder, but before he could continue, Jungsu says something about how it’s time for a drinking game.

The rules were easy, you drew a card and you had to choose whether you will go on with it or take a shot. Kinda like a truth or dare but it was only a dare. There were more people in the group now and you were standing in front of Jiseok, next to Gunil and Jooyeon. It was all in good spirit most of them saying things like “Call your most recent contact and have them believe you got stuck in your apartment’s bathroom with explosive diarrhea” or “Let the person next to you go through your phone.”

All was going great, until one of the girls got a card that said “kiss the person on your right in three spots” and of course it had to be Jiseok. The boy widens his eyes and covers his mouth shaking his head, but when the girl asks “why, do you have a girlfriend?” He shakes his head quickly. Ouch. She ends up drinking anyway, but you’re still hurt at how quickly Jiseok clarified it.

So, when one of the other hockey players gets his turn and his card says to go spend a few minutes alone in a room with the person on his left, he gets up, extending his arm to you and Jiseok looks like he’s about to murder someone. “Don’t you wanna drink instead?” The blonde asks annoyedly, but his friend simply shakes his head.

“Ah come on, loosen up! They just have to be inside the room, nothing has to happen.” Jungsu smiles knowingly, and Seungmin adds fuel to the whole situation.

“Yeah, plus, you two aren’t dating right?” At that you purse your lips and leave. Jooyeon chuckles amused.

You get in the room and sit on the bed sad, playing with your fingers, not really in the mood to make conversation, but after a few seconds the guy explains the intricate plan Jiseok’s friends came up with. You chuckle to yourself with a small sad smile and look up at him. “I doubt that’s gonna work, I don’t think he wants me to be his girlfriend.”

The other was about to say something else when suddenly the door flew open, a very angry Jiseok staring at the other player. “Out. Now.” The man holds back a smile holding his hands up in defense as he leaves and Jiseok closes the door, locking it behind him, sighing tiredly.

His expression instantly changes when he sees your sad eyes, and walks over to your side, sitting on the bed next to you. “Did something happen? Do I have to kill him? Fucking ass i’m gonna-” He scoffs, getting up from the bed but sitting back down when you shake your head. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t wanna talk…” You answer in a whisper.

“Do you want me to take you home?” The blonde asks, eyes scanning your face and you shake your head again.

“No, you don’t have to. You’re not my boyfriend, right?” You let out a small chuckle, getting up, turning to Jiseok. “You know, I thought we were taking things slow, but considering how long it’s been and how quickly you are to clarify that you’re single, it looks like it was my mistake.” You say honestly, voice cracking once before you turn around to leave.

That’s when you feel your arm being pulled on, Jiseok’s free hand cupping your jaw as he kisses you hard, your back pressed against the door. You let out a muffled complaint, about to pull away and yell at him that this won’t work but the taller simply lets go of your arm and pulls you closer by the waist.

“What are you doing?” You ask in a whisper in a heavy breath, trying your best to stay mad at him.

“Not talking.” He whispers back, kissing you more passionately before he picks you up.

Now, you tried to be mad at him. You really did, but it was hard when his hot breath was against your jaw, and you could smell his cologne and he was dressed in all black with messy hair and kissed you like it was the only thing keeping him alive. So, instead of slapping him and going home, you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing back as he walks backwards to the bed, sitting on it with you on his lap, legs each side of him.

You play with his hair, kissing back equally as hard, getting closer to him as one of your hands cup his jaw. Jiseok lets out a sigh, grabbing your waist as his lips move on your jaw and you part your lips, breathing heavily. You caress the side of his neck, jumping a bit in surprise when there’s a knock at the door, Jungsu’s voice announcing to you that time’s up.

Jiseok, groans, resting his head on your chest as you let out a small chuckle. The other caresses your waist gently, before kissing your shoulder, jaw and then cheeks, looking up at you with soft sincere eyes.

“Can we talk now?” He whispers, and although you’d love to say no and leave just to prove a point, you nod, fixing his hair. “I thought I’m supposed to be the stupid one in this room, so why’re you acting like the dumb one, hm? How could you say I don’t want you to be my girlfriend??” He frowns, hugging your waist loosely.

“You just...never asked…and you never said we’re together, or exclusive…and you always clarify that you’re single…and yeah…” You say in a small voice, looking down.

“Because I didn’t wanna weird you out with moving too fast!” The blonde whines, this time pulling you into a hug by your waist, looking up at you. “Jungsu said I give psycho vibes when I talk about you so I thought I’d take it slow so you don’t get weirded out! You thought I was a serial killer!”

“I thought you were a serial killer because you seemed annoyingly perfect.” You scoff, playfully smacking his arm. “I kept waiting but the more time passed the more unsure I was that you wanted it, because if you did, why not ask me already?”

“I had a three month plan! To take it slow!” He defends himself with wide eyes, making you widen your eyes as well.

“THREE MONTHS??” You gasp, shaking your head quickly. “You’re insane! What do you MEAN three months? Kwak Jiseok!” You whine, squishing his cheeks angrily.

“What??? If it was for me we would’ve dated the second you bumped into me!!” He whines too, making you scoff.

“You’re so stupid! How could you do that to me!!THREE MONTHS!!” You repeat, holding three fingers up.

“OKAY I’M SORRY DO YOU WANT TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND?!” He yells with pleading eyes.

“OF COURSE I DO!” You yell back, before bursting out laughing when you see Jiseok’s sparkly eyes before you get pulled into a tight hug, the older one kissing all over your face, grabbing your jaw with his hand and kissing you lovingly.

“Just so you know you can’t take it back, you’re my girlfriend and I will be very loud and annoying about it.” Jiseok squints while squishing your cheeks, and since you can’t talk you let out a small nod, pecking his lips once. “What was that?? If you’re my girlfriend I deserve good kisses.” He scoffs, hugging your waist again and kissing you lovingly, before pecking you a few times cutely.

“You know, I’m finally convinced you’re not a serial killer.” You admit, caressing his hair.

“Was it the kisses?”

“No, it was your stupidity. No wonder you’re so good at everything else. Had to make up for this hollow head.” You tease, letting out a yelp when your now boyfriend starts playfully biting your cheek. “Jiseok stop, it's gonna leave a mark and they’re waiting for usss!”

The older one lets out a scoff but nods, pecking you a few times before you get off him and fix your clothes, hoping you don’t look like a mess. You head towards the living room, Jiseok now having his arm wrapped around your shoulders, kissing your cheek every two seconds.

“Told you it would work.” Jooyeon smiles proudly with a nod as Jiseok gives him the middle finger with a small laugh.

“You’re all assholes for this.” He grins but they all shrug talking about how he’ll thank them when you two get married. You two decided to leave early and spent the walk home hugging his arm with his jacket on you as he was smiling widely, telling you all about how much pain he’s been through because of not asking you out.

You giggle and when you get in front of your building he turns you around, putting his hands on your waist, getting closer to you. “You look really good like this.” Jiseok whispers, and you tilt your head up at him, humming while wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Like what?” You whisper back, pulling your boyfriend closer.

“Like my girlfriend with my jacket on.” He smiles, leaning down and kissing you slowly. You feel yourself blush and play with his hair, resting your back on the wall, pulling him closer by the collar, earning a small curse from the older when you lick his bottom lip once before pulling away and looking up at him.

“I should go inside.” You say, thumb caressing his bottom lip once.

“Y-yeah you should-” Jiseok breathes out, eyes hazy.

“Do you want to come inside?” You ask tentatively, praying that you won’t have to spell it out for him so when he blinks multiple times, you give him an expecting look.

“You mean-” He starts and you simply shrug, walking inside as your boyfriend rushes after you, kissing you lovingly once you get into the elevator, only stopping to allow you to open the door.

You giggle at the sudden change up, kissing him back while walking to your room. You both fall asleep instantly after you finish, Jiseok rambling about how he truly is stupid and how he can’t believe he was going to wait even longer and blaming you for not slapping him awake.

You wake up the next morning with a small frown, hearing a grumble from next to you. You smile shily, looking at Jiseok, who was trying to keep his eyes open. “Morning.” He rasps out in a morning voice and wow your boyfriend is really /really/ hot. You look over his face, admiring his puffy rosy cheeks and messy hair and get closer to him, pulling him in a kiss.

Jiseok smiles sheepishly, hugging you close to him and kissing back, thumbs caressing your back. You caress his cheek, kissing him some more, grunting when the other turns you on your back and kisses all over your face making cute sounds. You giggle with your eyes closed tightly before hugging him, pecking him one last time.

“You look so good right now.” He says amazed, kissing your jaw twice. “My pretty girlfriend mhm…” He yawns, laying on you while hugging you, burying his head in your neck.

“Didn’t you say you have practice this sunday since it’s the day before the big game?” You ask curiously, kissing his head once while caressing his hair.

“Mhm, what time is it?” He yawns, snuggling closer to you.

“Mm, like 11am…” You reply after looking at the time, Jiseok shooting out of the bed, rushing to grab his things.

“Practice starts at 12, shit shit shit- coach’s gonna kill me!” He says in a hurry, frantically tying his shoes, as you look at him amused. “Shit- Wait, fuck- is it okay if I leave? Are you gonna be okay? You won’t get mad right?” He asks worriedly and you smile reassuringly while shaking your head, sitting on the bed while stretching and opening your arms.

Jiseok rushes to you and kisses you lovingly a few times, before kissing you cutely on the cheek once with a loud ‘mwah’ noise, rambling about how he’ll text you as soon as he’s done with practice. You grin happily with a nod, wishing him good luck before he runs out of the house.

He makes it on time to practice. They also win the match on monday and after the guys celebrate, Jiseok looks for you in the audience, taking his helmet off, and pulling you in a slow passionate kiss in front of everyone, not caring about you complaining that he’s sweaty and gross (and really hot but that’s besides the point). You kiss him back smiling and happily knowing that now everyone knows very clearly where you two stand.

Turns out, something /was/ terribly wrong with Kwak Jiseok. He was an idiot when it came to trying to get into a relationship. He wasn’t a serial killer, just incredibly bad at catching indirects and annoyingly good at kissing.

THE END

dedicated to my dearest @chericherilvr (i got threatened and manipulated to post this) (pls read it) (idk anything about hockey)

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viasdreams · 7 months ago

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jooyeonsvape · 4 months ago

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— stickers (k.j)

genre; fluff, smut

pairings; idol!jiseok, female!reader

w/c; 2.3k

synopsis; at your first xdinary heroes fan meeting, you ask jiseok a question that stunned him and you leave feeling embarrassed.

a/n; this is a request from my bestie @sug4r-latte i love you sm my angel!! sorry it took so long, also its 5:30 am so if its not what you asked for, let me know and i can rewrite it tomorrow!! <33333

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after all the money and time you’ve spent on your favorite band, you were finally in line at their fan meeting.

jiseok was talking with a fan but your eyes never left him, “wait, what should i even say to him?” you turn to your best friend, who was next to you. “introduce yourself, tell him you love him, show him your drawings, and move to the next member.”

you take a deep breath then nod, walking forward as the line moves, and side eyeing jiseok while you’re speaking to jungsu.

finally the moment you’ve waited for, the love of your life infront of you, face to face. “hi pretty, do you have anything for me to sign?”

everything your friend told you went out the window while you just stare in his eyes and the anxiety takes over.

“can i put stickers on you, bite you and then kiss your face? please say yes.”

jiseok’s face said it all. he was suddenly stunned by your questioning and you knew your words moved faster than your brain could when jooyeon started giggling next to him.

“uh, you can put stickers on me, but i think the security guards will kick you out if you did the other things.” he leans in with his signature laugh, holding out his cheek so you can put your stickers on him.

your hands shake as you peel the stickers off, then place the pretty pink ones on his cheek, and a few glittery ones around his eyes.

he signs the drawing you made while he waits for you to finish then a guard signals for you to move down the line.

——

“will you stop sulking, it wasn’t as bad as you think, plus, i think he found you adorable.” your friend tried to make you feel better while you take another shot of whatever the bartender gave you, but at this point her words meant nothing.

“he was probably uncomfortable, i am so embarrassing.” you take the shot and make a face, looking over at your friend who gave up her speeches.

the worst part about everything is, it was videoed by another fan and villians on twitter are making fun of you. “i’m confiscating this,” she grabs your phone from your hand while you scroll through the hate tweets and tear up.

“is that xdinary heroes?” the voice came from someone at a table and your eyes shot to the door, seeing the members walking inside. “fuck.” you whisper softly to yourself and hide your face, “why are they here?”

your friend analyzes from afar, “they’re getting in a booth and looking at the menu, no one can see you, lift your head now.” you open one eye and slowly look up, peeking over nonchalantly. “they’re so beautiful, and jiseok still has my stickers on, aww.”

——

30 minutes in, you peek over again to see the boys eating while having a drink together, and your heart flutters at their cuteness.

jiseok walked to the bar you were and your friend were at without either of you noticing. “hey, we just met right? i’m jiseok.” he had a bright smile and the shot you just took almost spit out of your mouth.

“y-yeah, i know, i’m [Y/N]. sorry, i have word vomit when i get anxious, i didnt mean to make you uncomfortable or anything earlier.” the alcohol helped you articulate your feelings better to jiseok but he just shakes his head. “you didn’t, i thought it was cute, i even took a picture with my stickers on, see.”

he points his phone to the adorable selfie he took moments after you placed them on his face and your heart flutters again.

“6 shots of vodka please.” jiseok told the bartender, but when he got his wallet out your friend shakes her head, “put it on our tab.”

he grabs the tray with the shots and you give him a warm smile, too embarrassed to say anything incase you mess up again.

“do you two want to come to a party we’re hosting at our hotel? it’s not going to be a lot of people but, it’ll be fun hopefully.”

“yes, we’d love to come, which hotel will you be at?” your friend giggles to herself at you trying to be sly, considering both of you knew exactly where they were staying.

he grabs a napkin next to you, then writes down the address and which room they’re staying in. “this floor is closed off so give me a call when you are downstairs.” he writes down a number at the bottom and you nod fastly.

you look at your friend when jiseok leaves and grab her hand, “we cannot go looking like this, let’s go get ready.”

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“hi, this is [Y/N], we’re downstairs now.”

after you sent the text, you felt your heart pounding out of your chest due to anxiety. “i can’t believe how this night is turning out… what if i get to kiss hyeongjun?” you nudge your friend but she just laughs, “hey, it’s not impossible with the way our luck is going.”

you shush her when jiseok comes jogging up with the stickers still on his face and a bright smile, “you made it, come on up.”

he leads the two of you upstairs where the other members are and a few of their staff. “i told you there wouldn’t be a lot of people, we’re not much of partygoers besides with ourselves.”

you wanted to ask why he invited the both of you if it was just going to be a guys night in, but instead you kept your mouth shut.

“we’re playing drinking games, want to join?” you shake your head at gunil’s offer and laugh, “i had plenty, i’ll stick with water.

you introduce yourself to the boys after taking a seat next to jiseok and the 8 of you begin playing games.

after the 5th round of jooyeon losing and taking a shot each time, he went from dazed to incoherent.

you were all laughing at his and seungmin’s freestyle performance to ‘night of fireworks’ when his foot slipped.

your mouth opened wide as you see the drink in his cup coming at you in slow motion and jiseok jumps up fast when he sees the liquid covering your clothes.

the bright pink bra you were wearing showed clearly but everyone was too drunk to notice and jiseok grabbed your hand. “i’ll get you something to wear.”

you follow him with tears in your eyes, “i’m sorry, it’s been nothing but embarrassment since we met, i’m going to leave before something else happens.” you were now crying while jiseok goes through his suitcase and picks a shirt for you.

“i don’t think you should leave over spilled vodka.” he simply states and you sniffle, grabbing the shirt, “thank you.”

jiseok wipes your tears then smiles, “your smile is addictive.” he blushes at your words and shakes his head, “i’m going to wait outside while you change.”

you take a deep breath and feel your hands start to shake as you talk, “c-can you stay in here with me?”

his eyebrow furrows and shrugs, “sure, i’ll just turn away.” he faces the wall while you get undressed and you clear your throat. “i’m done.”

jiseok turns around and his smile drops immediately, “wow.” was all he could get out when he sees you standing tall in only your underwear.

“i like you.” you mumble and walk towards him, “i can’t help but think you’re interested in me too, considering you invited me here.”

jiseok nods and rubs the back of his neck gently, “yeah, you stood out in my mind from your bluntness and beauty.”

you rub your thumb over the stickers you put on his face earlier and smile, “i’m surprised they’ve stayed on this long.”

he closes his eyes at the feeling of your hand and blushes, “actually, i asked the makeup artist to glue them on for me.”

“can i kiss you jiseok?”

instead of answering he grabs your waist in his hands then pulls you into his chest, and kisses your lips.

the kiss was more than you were expecting, his lips were soft and his hands knew where to roam on your body, making your skin fill with goosebumps.

“do you want to see my bed?” he asks in the kiss and you giggle, “i would love to.”

jiseok leads the both of you to his bed and lays you down on the pillows while he continues to kiss you. “are you sure this is okay?” you nod at his question and bite your bottom lip. “i’m sure.”

when he gets conformation, he takes off his shirt and you admire his toned abdomen. “you’re gorgeous.” you whisper soft and he chuckles, “have you seen yourself?”

jiseok presses his clothed dick against you through your underwear and your breath hitches at the feeling.

“remember when you asked to bite me and i said the security guards would kick you out if you did?” he chuckles at the embarrassing memory and you nod, “yes.”

“there’s no security here, you can do whatever you want to me now.”

you blush at his words and lean in, giving his neck a soft nibble while he continues to grind against your pussy. “bite harder.”

you listen to his command then bite down hard on his shoulder and go up to his neck. “that feels so good.” you whisper in his ear and bite down on the lobe.

he takes off his pants with one hand skillfully while still grinding and pants soft. “kiss my neck pretty.”

you blush at the name and do as he says, swirling your tongue around his neck before biting down again until his pants were completely off.

“can you ride me?”

you flip the both of you over and smirk, kissing his lips again, seeing the stickers on his face shimmer in the moonlight when you take your bra off.

“this is gonna have to be quick incase anyone comes in, but i will make it up to you next time.” jiseok mumbles while circling his thumb around your nipple.

next time?

you slide off his boxers with a smirk when his hard dick pops out and jerk it teasingly in your hand. “alright, i’ll make you cum quick.”

jiseok chuckles and watches as you slide your panties to the side before sinking down on his cock. “fuck.” you tried to not be loud but with his size, it was hard. “no moaning.” you whisper in his ear and kiss his neck again.

“no promises baby.”

you grab his hands then place them on your breasts while your hips move in a slow motion and bury your face in his neck so you didnt moan.

“go faster.”

you whine in his neck and bite down hard on his skin again while your bounces get faster. jiseoks dick hits against your walls with every bounce and when he plays with your nipples, you couldn’t help but moan loud.

he puts a hand over your mouth and left you with just shallow breaths through your nose while you bounce faster. “i’m going to fuck you hard now, but you can’t make a noise okay?” jiseok whispers and you whine as a response.

he flips you over on your stomach and pounds you from behind without any hesitation, making sure to bury your face in his pillow. “good girl.”

you let out a moan and you feel a sharp pain on your ass from his hand but it felt so good. you moan again to test him and he strikes you with a chuckle. “you’re cute.”

jiseok rubs the place he smacked and groans soft, “i’m close [Y/N].”

you agreed by pushing your ass against his thrusts and your hand grips the bedsheet next to you. “me too jiseok, keep going.”

the sound of the bed squeaking was surely heard by the others in the living area, but you didn’t care anymore. “i’m so close, please cum in me.”

jiseok groans at your words and reaches his arm around, rubbing your clit slowly. “let’s cum together baby.”

you nod and he snaps his hips sloppier, indicating he was about to burst. “i’m cumming [Y/N], fuck.”

his voice being low sounded so sexy and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. your walls clenched around his dick and the both of you reach your orgasm at the same time.

his cum shot deep inside of your pussy and he falls ontop of you with a panting moan. “shit….” he murmers when you push your ass against his sensitive dick and laugh to yourself.

“that was amazing [Y/N], really.”

you blush and turn around so he was laying on your front, “it was, i can’t wait to do it again, i could go for hours.”

jiseok leans down and kisses your lips softly, “oh i forgot, i got something after the fan meet.” he stands from the bed and walks to a plastic bag on the dresser then goes to the bed with something in his hand.

you sit up on the bed and he hands you the paper, “stickers?” he nods and chuckles, “i thought they were cute, i was gonna wear them at the next concert.”

you bite your bottom lip from his adorableness and wrap your arms around his neck, “you’re so sweet, this made me feel a lot better.”

jiseok kisses the side of your head and smiles, “can i put them on you so we can match?” you nod and lean in, waiting for the stickers to be placed on your face.

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gunil knocks on the door to jiseok and his shared room, peeking in. “hello? can i come in?” when he didn’t hear anything, he walks to the bed then sees you both covered in stickers, and passed out while cuddling close.

“kids.” he jokes to himself.

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candlelitvamp · 7 months ago

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When it’s Dark, Look for Stars

bf!xdinary heroes’ reactions when you’re going through a hard time

tags/warnings: fluff, slight angst (mental health issues somewhat implied, no specifics), suggestive in seungmin’s, hurt/comfort (way more comfort than hurt i swear), gender neutral reader

a/n: another post omg… ngl this is so self indulgent cuz bitches r going through it lately (i’m bitches)

Gunil: just the sweetest. brings you sunflowers to brighten up your home. he may be a yapper but he is also a damn good listener. gives the best advice, and helps you make a whole plan to address whatever is upsetting you so much, whether it be a long-term plan for improving your mental health in general or a shorter term plan for addressing a bad situation. if you need to cry he’ll hold your face so tenderly and wipe away your tears with his thumbs and look at you with just the Most loving eyes, taking exaggerated deep breaths to help you calm your own breathing. when you go to bed he’d encourage you to lay your head on his chest so you can listen to his heartbeat while you drift off… 🥹🥲

Jungsu: not afraid to ask if you want to talk about it, but won’t force the subject if you’re not ready. very adaptable to your needs, and will suggest different things to see what you feel like doing or what will help you the most. if you need to cry, he gives the Best hugs and doesn’t care if you get his shirt wet with tears or anything, just holds you close on his lap and pets your hair as you let all your feelings out for as long as you need. tries to take big slow breaths to encourage you to slow your breathing too. gets you into bed to fall asleep in his arms, putting his hand under your shirt (if you’re comfortable with it ofc) so he can absently trace his fingers over the bare skin of your back and lull you to sleep. Will hum/sing you a lullaby too. cleans your room/home for you while you nap/sleep, partly cuz he’s worried ahout your wellbeing and is a stress-cleaner but mostly because he knows a chaotic space can lead to a chaotic mind, and really just wants to Help you.

Jiseok: tries his best not to show it but boy is STRESSED for you. knowing his beloved is struggling throws his whole system out of homeostasis, and this techie boy knows the best way to reset a system is to turn it off and on again. knows that a nap (or just going to bed early) holding each other will not only help you relax physically and mentally, but also believes that your mood will be better when you wake up. he always Insists on cuddling, and when you ask why you expect a lecture on oxytocin, but instead he says “so i can protect you from bad dreams while you sleep with the power of love, duh!” like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. no matter how rational and scientific his mind can be at times, he can’t just help but feel cheesy and poetic when it comes to you 💚

Seungmin: feels like the least he can do is help you relax at the end of the day, especially if it’s a hard one. you text him you’re having a bad day/week(/month…) and as soon as you’re home for the evening he’s there with a sweet treat, microwave popcorn, and an extra hoodie (so he can change when he gives u the one he’s currently wearing 🥰). you’re ordering pizza and having a cozy night in! watching a comfort movie, snacking on yummy food, and cuddling on the couch. he treats u to some at-home spa treatments as well, doing a face mask together and taking a bath with you (with a bath bomb ofc) before giving you a massage to really relax any tension left in your body so you can sleep well. (and while it’s not his intention, if that Happens gets you more excited than relaxed… he knows other ways to release your tension so you can sleep well ;))

Hyeongjun: wants to do anything possible to make you feel better, but worries abt accidentally making u feel guilty for feeling down. happy to listen to you talk/vent and sympathize or offer advice, but won’t make u talk about it unless you want to. acts of service KING tho. ur too tired to cook? he’ll cook your favorite meal for you both (or at least order it). having a hard time sleeping? you’re listening to asmr together and you now have a new weighted blanket with built in heating! (it’s just him lying directly on top of you.) literally anything you complain about or need he’s immediately doing or getting for you. like jungsu, i think he’s very adaptable to your needs. although physical affection and words of affirmation don’t come as naturally to him as acts of service, he’d be more than happy to wrap his arms around your waist to hold your back close to his chest and whisper every single thing that he loves about you into your ear if that’s what you need from him and will make you feel better (insists on spooning tho, so you can’t see and tease him for how his ears turn red when he’s telling you how much you mean to him)

Jooyeon: it truly hurts his heart to see you sad. if you want to vent, he’s there to listen, though admittedly his responses may be a bit… unorthodox. by which i mean he’s making threats of gratuitous violence against anyone who’s mistreating you. or any Thing really. your job/school is stressing you out? he’s threatening to blow up the building. your boss/teacher is being an asshole? “i’m gonna run them over with my car” “joo you don’t have a car” “i’ll use seungmin’s” “you also can’t drive” “exactly that’ll be my defense in court” “JOOYEON” basically he’s gonna make you laugh to lift your spirits as best he can. if you don’t want to talk, he might feel a little awkward cuz even tho he Knows he can’t magically fix your problems and it may just take time, he wants to make you feel better NOW! extra clingy and does everything he can to make you feel comforted. hope you’re ready to get cozy in bed All Night cuz he’s setting u up there and not letting u lift a Finger!

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bruh-2004 · 1 year ago

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I need xdh as boyfriends/how they are like as boyfriends!😭🙏🙏

You hit my weak spot with that idea 😭😭😭 spoiler: I wanted them as my boyfriends

Let's go then, I hope you like it!!

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JUNGSU: the type of boyfriend who is clingy and romantic without a doubt, Jungsu would love to bring flowers to his beloved simply because he felt like it, would love to go on walks on free days and take pictures of her to keep in his private album. Jungsu would help with household chores, try to teach some choreographies, and would love cuddling movie sessions 😭😭

GAON: he would be the funny and smart boyfriend, they wouldn't have boring or sad days with him!!! Gaon would definitely do everything to make his partner smile and laugh every day, PC or video game sessions would happen frequently!! And he would be very helpful in helping with university lessons, or fixing things that break in the house

JOOYEON: he would be the kind of childish and whiny boyfriend, he would want to play around and keep asking for affection in the most whiny and cute way, pouting and puppy eyes. But Jooyeon would be a great boyfriend, helpful and fun, he would be there all the time!!

JUNHAN: shy and cute boyfriend!!!!! I can only imagine him being the most adorable boyfriend in the world, the type that turns red with compliments and stolen kisses (but deep down he would love all of this), he would also be very helpful and would help his beloved to cook and clean the house. Junhan would offer to teach her to play the guitar with all care and affection... Definitely the relationship would be true and lasting

O.DE: fitness athlete and very affectionate!!!! In fact, I think he would be quite responsible and a little jealous, Seungmin would be there to do the heavy lifting and take care of his partner. He would help her to exercise and take care of her health, taking her with him to the gym. But he would also be fun and funny, making the person laugh many times a day.

GUNIL: ok, we reached my weak point... In my view he would be the perfect boyfriend!!!! He would be extremely affectionate and loving, asking for and giving kisses, hugs, caresses and everything good!! He would also take his partner to the gym and help her with every exercise. He would love to go on walks, watch romance movies and play board games... In short, he would be the most sincere and passionate person 🤧

#xdinary heroes fanfic #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh imagines #xdinary heroes imagines #gunil x reader #jungsu x reader #o.de x reader #gaon x reader #jooyeon x reader #junhan x reader #gaon fluff #jungsu fluff #jooyeon fluff #junhan fluff #gunil fluff #o.de fluff

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puppyluvfics · 1 year ago

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A Hard Day's Night | XH OT6 Reaction

OT6 | non idol!au (kinda? nothing is implied either way) WC: 3.5k (500-600 per member) Genre: FLUFF Summary: OT6 reactions to you coming home crying Warnings: none I think? light angst but nothing bad... lmk if I missed something! partially proofread! A/N: this made me so soft... wahh :<< thank u anonie for the req!

GUNIL

It had been a long day, to put it nicely. You had held it in as much as you could, with small sniffles occasionally leaving you on the drive home, which you could easily pass off as allergies. Still, as you pushed your keys into the knob, you felt your chest tighten with that all-too-familiar feeling. You cleared your throat, trying to push away the feeling, pushing the door open.

“I’m home…” You called out, your voice a bit hoarse and raw.

“Hey babe!” Gunil called back, his voice coming from the kitchen. You took a deep, shaky breath, shutting the door behind you, taking your shoes off, padding softly into the living room, sitting on the couch, and putting your head in your hands. You heard his footsteps get a bit closer, a small kiss being pressed on the top of your head as he made his way around to sit next to you.

“Woah, hey, you okay?” He asked, sitting down next to you, his hand finding its way to your knee. You nod your head, yes, but that doesn’t stop the tears from falling and the sniffles from leaving your nose.

“You don’t sound very okay... What’s going on?” He said, rubbing your knee softly.

"Nothing,” you said, trying to push it down, but he could see right through you.

“Hey, look at me.” He said, tenderly, letting you take your time lifting your head. His heart ached when he saw the tears running down your cheeks, and he reached out, cupping your face with his hands. “Hey, there you are. What’s going on, pretty baby?” He asked, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs, wiping away your tears. His voice was soft, warm, and quiet. You shook your head softly, with more tears falling down your cheeks.

“Long day?” He asked, letting you go through the motions while still trying to assess the situation. You nodded as he wiped a few more tears from your cheek. “Oh, my poor baby. Come here.” He said, pulling you into his chest, leaning back on the couch, shifting so you were lying between his legs. Your arms wrapped around his waist, and his found their way around your shoulders, letting you get it out, his hands occasionally rubbing your back or toying with your hair. After a while, when your soft sobs subsided and you were left with shaky but steady breaths, he patted your back softly.

“Better?” His voice was still warm and soft, soothing your internal turmoil. You nodded, meaning it a little more than the first time he asked. He smiled softly, coaxing you to look up at him by putting his fingers under your chin. “How are you still so beautiful?” he asked, a small chuckle filling the otherwise silent room. You rolled your eyes playfully, adjusting your body so you could look at him properly.

“You’re the beautiful one, you know. Taking care of me like this...” You said, your eyes meeting his with nothing but love and admiration for him.

“Loving you is easier than breathing, sunshine. We can both be beautiful.” He said, his hand petting your hair softly. You smiled at the contact and his words, too exhausted from the day to fight back in your usual playful manner.

“Come on, let’s go be beautiful together and get you something to eat and get you some water.” He said, before pulling you into a small, tender kiss.

JUNGSU

You didn’t mean to slam the door when you got home, honestly. Jungsu was in your shared bedroom, working on something on the computer, and if it hadn’t been for the reverb of the slam against the wall, he wouldn’t have even noticed you were home. Curiously, he took his headphones off and walked out to the living room, where frustrated tears streamed down your cheeks. The last thing you needed after today was the laces of your shoes to be knotted, yet here you were, trying to force them apart.

Without saying anything, he approached you softly, letting you know of his presence with a bit more weight, not wanting to scare you or make anything worse.

“Do you need help?” He asked softly, squatting next to you, noticing the hot tears streaking down your cheeks. Everything in you wanted to say no; you wanted to be independent and have control of the situation. But even you knew when to give up. And so you nodded softly, letting yourself softly fall onto your butt onto the floor. He followed suit, sitting next to you.

“Can I?” He asked, not wanting to overstep. You nodded with a heavy sigh. He nodded back in acknowledgment, his fingers slowly and easily undoing the knot in your shoelaces, pulling your shoes off and putting them by the door next to his. You let out a small scoff, frustrated that you had let yourself get to this point.

“Hey, no, none of that.” He said, hearing your scoff, as he helped you up to your feet. “Bad day, huh?” He asked, pulling you into a tight hug.

“You have no idea.” You said into his chest. His lips found their way to your forehead, leaving a small, loving, lingering kiss.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, not pushing either way.

“No, not right now.” You admitted, your arms finally wrapping around him.

“That’s okay. What can I do for you, then, baby? Name it, and I’ll do it.” He said, his voice sincere and full of love. He always offered to do ‘anything’ but he always meant it, good days or bad. You hummed, your fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt.

“Can we watch that movie I’ve been wanting to see? I saw that they put it on Netflix the other day.” You asked softly.

“Of course we can. Come on.” He said, without hesitating. He interlaced your fingers, dragging you to the bedroom, sitting you on the bed. “Get comfy; I’ll be back soon.” He said. Sure enough, no more than 20 minutes later, he came back with his arms full of sweets, popcorn he had popped in the microwave, water, and your favorite drink, just as a little extra treat. He settled in next to you, arranging the snacks in front of you, wrapping one arm around your shoulder, and pulling you close to him. “I love you; you know that, right?” He asked, planting a small kiss on your temple.

“I do. I love you too; you know that, right?” You asked, mirroring his words. He laughed softly, kissing your temple again. He did know that, and even on your bad days, he felt it more than anything.

GAON

Gaon, ever the energetic one, never passed up an opportunity to greet you at the door whenever you came home; it didn’t matter where you came from. Be it work, out with friends, or just some time alone, he was always there waiting for you, ready to shower you in love and ask about how it went. So when you came home in tears, shoving past him wordlessly, he knew something was wrong—seriously wrong.

“Wh- hello??” He said, watching you shove past him and walk directly into your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you. He stood there, bewildered for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. After a moment, he turned on his heels, following in your tracks and knocking on the door. “Babe?” He called through the door, his heart aching as he heard sobs wrack your body.

“Baby? Can I come in?” He asked again after a moment, listening intently.

“It’s open.” You mumbled flatly into the pillow. He pushed the door open slowly, taking in the scene in front of him. God, did it hurt his heart to see you like this. It was a rare sight. His lips curled into a small frown, and he stepped into the room, slowly walking over to you.

“What’s going on?” He asked, his tone more worried than accusatory. You shook your head, not wanting to talk about it, or rather, not really being able to. Whenever you opened your mouth, another sob fell from your lips into the pillow, which only tugged at his heart strings. He sat next to you on the edge of the bed, not wanting to overwhelm you but still wanting to be near you as much as possible. “Shh, it’s okay; take your time.” He said, his hand slowly coming down to rub your back, his thumb occasionally rubbing smaller circles in its trail.

“I’m just so tired.” You managed as your breath steadied, tears still falling from your eyes.

“Emotionally or physically?” He asked while nodding his head in acknowledgment. You hadn’t been sleeping well the last few days, and while he took notice, he didn’t want to make you feel like he was controlling you by telling you to go to sleep at a certain time, the same way he didn’t want you doing the same to him.

“Both, I guess.” You mumbled. He nodded again, his hand rubbing up and down your back with a bit more pressure.

“I get that. Do you wanna talk about it? Or just take a nap, and then we’ll talk about it later?” He offered, giving you the majority of the control in this situation. You didn’t have to answer verbally; your tugs on his arm were more than enough. He chuckled softly, lying next to you, pulling you flush against his body and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. One hand continued to rub up and down your back at a slow pace, the other slowly raking through your hair. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” He whispered as your breathing steadied, his whispers of love and safety lulling you into a much-needed nap.

ODE

If there was one person in the world who made you feel the safest, it was Seungmin. You had texted him before you headed home that today was just the worst; your lack of emojis really punctuated the severity. The drive home was silent save for your occasional sniffles and labored breathing, your knuckles turning white from your grip on the steering wheel. You just wanted to get home.

And home was waiting for you. The second you pushed the door open, there stood Seungmin, arms open, waiting for you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, finally releasing all of the pent-up emotion from the day, clinging to him so hard that you were afraid that if you let go, he would disappear. His chin rested on top of your head, one hand rubbing your back and the other carefully nestled in the nape of your neck, pulling you as close to him as possible.

“I’ve got you. You’re okay.” He said, walking the two of you over to the couch, taking small steps so you didn’t trip. He laid down carefully, making sure you were comfortable the entire time, his arms cradling you. You were his baby in every sense. He let you go through the motions yourself, laying beneath you as your rock, wiping your tears and whatever snot had come from your nose, his eyes never faltering in their pure adoration of you.

When you had calmed down enough to talk without hyperventilating, he sat up, sitting you up with him, pulling you into his lap, pressing his chest against your back, and resting his head on your shoulder. “There’s my baby. I’m proud of you.”

“For crying?” You asked, scoffing just a touch.

“For letting me take care of you.” He said, his tone stern but loving. It’s not that you didn’t let him take care of you often—quite the opposite, actually. He was always doting on you, pampering and spoiling you. Still, he loved to remind you that he was thankful for the opportunity, grateful and appreciative that you let him in and let him help you as opposed to shutting him out, which would be much easier to do.

You nodded at his words, acknowledging them. “Of course, I love you.” You said, your fingers tracing small shapes on his arms that had wrapped themselves around your waist.

“I love you too. So much.” He said into your shoulder, inhaling the lingering smell of your shampoo and conditioner on the ends of your hair. “You smell good.” He said, trying to lighten the mood a touch. You chuckled softly, much to his relief.

“Thanks,” you said, leaning onto him again and letting out a long, shaky sigh.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked, knowing that there were times you did and times you didn’t. He never pushed when you didn’t, but he would always sit attentively when you did.

You nodded. “I think so.” You said, getting comfortable in his lap. He hummed in response, his fingers slowly raking through your hair, parting it, and then mixing it over and over. He knew you liked it but were too shy to ask for it, but the way you relaxed in his touch made him continue, occasionally pulling your hair into a braid or a ponytail before letting it fall again, all the while listening to you talk about what was bothering you and responding when he felt the need to. And so, the night went on like this until the both of you were too sleepy to keep talking but content enough to know that things were going to be okay as long as you had each other.

JUNHAN

Junhan was never one to pry, always giving you space when you came home from wherever you were, knowing you needed time to unwind from the world in a quiet place before you were ready to be loved on. But when you came home in near hysterics, he knew that he couldn’t sit there and watch. Still, he didn’t push. He watched carefully, assessing the situation and determining the right time to step in.

That came when you dropped to your knees by the door a few moments later. He walked over to you quick enough to get to you but not fast enough to overwhelm you, kneeling by your side.

“Hey, hey, listen to me. Can you do that?” He asked, his voice soft and smooth. Despite your hysterics, you nodded, finding some clarity and light in his presence. “Good, that’s my good baby. I’m here. Just listen. I’m gonna help you stand up, and then we can either sit on the couch, we can go lay down in bed, or we can do whatever works best for you. I’ve got you.” He spoke, his voice still calm and guiding. You nodded, gesturing your head to the couch as best you could. That’s all he needed.

He stood first, offering both his hands to you and helping you stand up. His thumbs traced over your knuckles gingerly, his lips pressing into your forehead softly. “There you go; you’re doing so well. So so good.” He spoke, his voice quiet but firm. He led you to the couch, his hands never leaving yours. Once you were both sitting comfortably, he placed one hand on your back and one on your chest softly.

“Breathe with me.” He said, his words coming out as more of a gentle command than a question. He exaggerated his own breaths, taking large breaths in through his nose and exhaling them out of his mouth, guiding you to do the same. Once you got a steady rhythm, his breathing returned to normal, but he was still keeping a pace for you to follow if you felt yourself getting lost again. While you breathed, working through sobs and whines, his voice never faltered, the room filling with loving, grounding words.

“There you go, just like that. You’re doing so good, I’m so proud of you. In and out, there you go. So so good.”

His hands both rubbed in small circular motions, the one on your back going in one direction and the one on your chest going in the other direction, a small way for him to bring you back to the present, grounding you and reminding you that whatever had been bothering you was gone now; all that was left was you and him, and that’s all that mattered in this moment. Once your breathing had returned to a normal, albeit shaky, state, he let his hand fall into your lap, grabbing your hand.

“Is it a 'talk about it' problem or just a shit day?” He asked, his voice cutting through the silence.

“Shit day.” You replied, your voice hushed, resigned. He hummed in response, his hand moving up to the back of your neck, applying some soft pressure.

“Do you wanna go to bed and forget about it?” He offered, genuinely. As much as he would love to know what’s going on, knowing wouldn’t make it go away or not happen, and really, all he wanted was to be there for you. You nodded at his question, leaning over and leaving a small kiss on his cheek; it was your wordless way of saying, “I love you.”.

He helped you to the bedroom, taking special care to help you undress and get into your pajamas, his fingers occasionally rubbing out tense spots on your body in passing. He let you sit on the bed, brushing your hair for you and bringing you whatever you needed from anywhere in the house. His whispers were never silencing, full of praise and love.

JOOYEON

It was no secret that Jooyeon was incredibly protective of you. So when you came home with tear stains on your cheeks and fresh tears daring to spill over, his protective side took over immediately.

When you pushed the door open with a heavy sigh, he immediately hopped up from the couch where he had been relaxing, waiting for you. Without a second thought, he pulled you into his embrace, his arms squeezing your shoulders—admittedly a bit too much, but you didn’t care.

“What happened? Are you okay? Do I need to do something? Talk to someone?” He said, his voice full of worry and a bit of anger. Not at you, of course; never at you. Still, the fact that someone or something in the world was out there hurting the love of his life was enough for him to be angry. His actions made you chuckle softly—a welcome new feeling from those that had plagued you throughout the day.

“I’m fine… It’s just been kind of a bad day.” You said, downplaying the situation. Frankly, it was a classic case of Murphy’s Law—everything that could possibly go wrong today did, and then some.

“You don’t sound fine.” He said, sternly, pressing his chin to the top of your head, trying his best to protect you from everything in the world outside of his embrace. Your arms wrapped around him, and you let your head fall onto his chest. His heartbeat in your ear was a sweet soundtrack of purpose and love.

“I… I’m not. I will be.” You reassured him. It wasn’t that you didn’t like to be taken care of, but you didn’t like worrying him, and you especially hated feeling pitied by him, despite the fact that he has never done that. He was your person, and you didn’t want to lose that. You wouldn’t, obviously, but the way the day had gone, you were preparing for it. “Just... please don’t leave.” You whispered into the fabric of his shirt.

He pulled you away softly, keeping his hands on your shoulders. “Why would I ever do that?” He asked, his voice now quiet as well, but serious. There were hints of hurt in his words, but there was a bigger part of him that knew this was just the bad day and anxiety talking, and not that you meant it.

You shook your head softly. “I dunno. I just... everything has gone wrong. It feels like one wrong move, and you’re gone too.” You admitted. His heart ached, and he pulled you into another bone-crushing hug.

“Oh, my silly baby. You couldn’t get rid of me, even if you tried. I’m here; I’ve got you; I’m not going anywhere.” One of his hands cupped the back of your head, pushing you into him, trapping you in his warmth and safety.

“Promise?” You asked, your voice small.

“I promise, with everything in me. The only place I’ll ever go without you is the bathroom.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood. It worked, despite how stupid it was, because you let out a genuine laugh—so much so that you couldn’t even fake a pout about it.

“I guess I can live with that... Thank you for being here.” You said, your tone turning serious toward the end.

“I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “Come on, wanna go lay down and blame all the bad things that happened today on things that have nothing to do with them?” He asked, tilting his head toward the bedroom. You nodded. It was hard to resist his playful way of cheering you up, especially when you knew it was genuine love.

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plutoenjoyer · 7 months ago

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soft gaon thoughts 💭

· get ready to handle the silliest goofiest bf ever

· i feel like you guys know alllll of each other's references and jokes. same sense of humor, too

· he'll text you some shit like

· "Shrimp🦐🦐🦐!!!" at 2 am

· you just reply "real"

· "☺️"

· i feel like you're both strange. but i love that for you

· MUSIC. this guy is always humming a tune or making up a little song about something super mundane...

· "im washing the dishes 😎 im washing the dishes yeah uh huh😎" (i imagine he's doing a little dance to go along with it, like a dork)

· "... jiseok what are you doing."

· you know exactly what he's doing. it has become background noise at this point

· it depends on how he's feeling but sometimes if you catch him doing something really silly he just goes completely still and silent exactly where he's standing and you guys have a very tense staring contest until one of you guys breaks

· in that way he's always trying to make you laugh, your face constantly hurts from how much smiling you do when you're around him!!!!

· and unlike a certain maknae i think he'd let you win things most of the time.

· if he's tickling you to mess around with you, and you need to break free, you totally get back at him by pressing your cold hands against his neck and laugh as he shrieks and pretends like he just got fatally wounded in a war

· "y/n.... how could you........" (HE LITERALLY STARTED IT??)

· he dramatically rolls his eyes back and crumbles to the floor???

· and when you get up to pull him up after he pretended to literally die, YOU GET PULLED INTO HIM FOR ANOTHER ATTACK

· this was indeed the last time he'd ever attempt this because he has also neglected to remember he is also very very ticklish.

· there has to be a study on why he likes to wrestle you so bad when he also claims he's fragile and delicate if you fight him back too hard.

· other than that you've probably won every thumb war, rock paper scissors, and tag match against him at a ratio of 9999:0.

· sure he can get competitive sometimes but he's weak and likes to see you cheer out of excitement when you win ("it's too cute ..." he thinks) even if you know it wasn't a tough battle to begin with.

· and on the off chance he DOES win you get what you want in a roundabout way anyway.

· you don't know how he comes up with some of his insanely convoluted conclusions to justify you getting what you want even if he was the one that won but y'know. he's head over heels for you

· maybe it's because while he is very silly, he's also Incredibly Smart

· you both always have really deep, insightful questions and discussions. about anything, from your favorite movie and why, an exact numerical scale of what counts as "too salty" or "too sweet" to every individual, if trees have feelings, if spongebob would survive living in seoul, or if the fish from shark tales is really that sexy

· i think he aims to spend meaningful time with you since he's so busy, and picking apart each other's brains is a very deep form of bonding to him as someone who's constantly meeting others in a fast-paced, unpersonalized way and also values good discussion

· he likes to go a little slower around you, in all ways. i feel like he's usually moving really fast, both physically and mentally, going from photoshoot to band practice to home, or thinking of everything that's next and what's passed

· when he's with you he really savors that time. he feels at ease when you're around, giving him a little break from everything to just be himself. your presence means so much to him

· he wants you to feel the most safe and loved ever when you're with him and to do so he always always wants to know your thoughts and views and boundaries. you've never once felt ignored or dismissed by him, and he's always taking your side into consideration even if you guys get into rare arguments

· back to being a DORK he sometimes will kiss your cheek with a LOUUUUD kiss noise, going MWAAAHH >3< (yes with the exact face)

· or he'll hug you from behind and sway you a bit

· or rest his chin on your head when you're cuddling watching a movie and gently thrum his fingers on your arm out of habit

· he's just so silly and in love with you and is NOT afraid to show that.

· loves the sound of your laugh the most. could listen to it all day. would go to Great Lengths in order to make you smile and luckily it doesn't take much when he's around :]

· seriously the cutest pair in the world

#RETURN OF THE SOFT THOUGHTS SERIES!!#im sorry for being so dead lately guys 😭#in all honesty i have been writing but i keep dropping it/getting writing block halfway through #doing my best tho 💪#xdh imagines #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh x reader #gaon x reader #gaon fluff #also sorry if this is long and got too abstract i am alittleee tipsy rn but its okay hi guys #— plutoenjoyer 𓇬

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blue-jisungs · 1 year ago

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Im suppose to be on hiatus too but I can't miss the opportunity on xdh thoughts🙏

Like bye I need a soft bf gaon rn lile hes so AAWPWBWJWJWJAIQJWJ

Look its my boyfriend

[ axe’s memo ! ] WOOF WOOF GAON GRRRRRODOSJAJA ILL BE FOREVER GRATEFUL I AAW HIS MAGNIFICENT FACE IRL 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 no but im so weak for this man like that’s actually embarrassing … also sorry it’s short <\3

soft bf!gaon who …

holds your pinky finger all the time. whether at home or in the public space. he just needs you close to him 24/7 and holding pinkies is so intimate to him:( sometimes when he’s feeling a bit clingier than usual, he’ll hold your hand and swing it softly, occasionally planting kisses on yhe back of your hand:( but coming back to pinkies, he’d also intertwine them when you two are falling asleep or watching a movie 🥹

is down for you all the kinds that of dates !! more chill like playing video games or creating something at home … or going out to a crazy workshop that holds an event you don’t know nothing about…… or concerts…….. literally you name it and he won’t hesitate to go

loves to thread your hair:( especially when he knows you had a bad day, he’ll just pull you as close as possible and rub his fingers through your locks. it lulls you to sleep faster than you’d like to admit…

films silly tiktoks with you:( he has a separate acc for you and his friends only, spamming with all the goofy challenges you make or just some domestic stuff:( but he will also prank you >_<

loves taking care of you, whether it is cooking and bringing you snacks while you study/work or doing your skin care. at spa home nights became your routine after long days and he absolutely enjoys doing yours:( will boop your nose and put your hair in a ponytail gently so it doesn’t stick to your face. always chooses funny face masks 🥹

his love language is learning how to play your fav songs:( he just wants to show you that he cares and wants to make you happy, giving you a small private concert

and gaon, speaking of music, never judges. will listen to every song recommended by you, even if it’s totally not in his taste. will give you genuine opinion - and even if he doesn’t really like it, he’ll vibe with you with a grin on his face

m. list

taglist. @primoppang ,, @mon2sunjinsuver,, @eternalgyu ,, @haecien,, @slytherinshua

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slytherinshua · 1 year ago

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A STEP OUTSIDE THE COMFORT ZONE

genre. smau. oneshot. highschool au. fluff. pining (gaon lmao). meetcute(?). beomgyu mvp. warnings. lots of swearing. reader plays piano. ignore the timestamps pls. pairing. gaon x fem!reader. featuring. yunjin (lsfm). lily (nmixx). jungsu & jooyeon (xdh). beomgyu & (briefly) kai (txt). a/n. will dedicate this to @haecien bcuz he is my favorite gaon enjoyer :D i hope you like this cien ily <33 this is my first smau but honestly it was so fun to make so hopefully i'll be making more in the future 😍

↳ xdh taglist: @eternalgyu,, @kangtaehyunzzz,, @haecien,, @weird-bookworm

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gingerjunhan · 1 year ago

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dirty little secret (pt.2) - kwak jiseok

☆彡 Part to is now here!! Sorry it took so long- I had to finish a year of college! Haha!

word count: 1,723 | pronouns used: none | genre: slight angst, then suggestive, then fluffy, college!au | cws: toxic relationship kinda, swearing, drinking, drugs (mentioned), make out session, not proofread, lmk if I missed something!!

part one here!!

Since dumping Jiseok, you’ve come to the unfortunate conclusion that you live on a college campus- thus meaning that you see him everywhere. He was in your organic chemistry class, he was on sports teams, and that stupid band he and his buddies made just had to be good. It made you furious- of course he had to be a campus celebrity. Everybody knew him, and of course, they all thought he was the sweetest guy ever. It was infuriating.

“Come on, (Y/N)!” Your friend urged, “You’ve been hung up on this all week!”

“So?” You rolled your eyes, “Am I not allowed to hate the campus golden boy?” You were strewn across your friend's dorm room bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to forget the events of the week.

“You can be mad all you want,” your friend continued, “but you cannot let it ruin our evening.”

You pulled your head up. “What do you mean?”

Your friend looked back at you, giving you a cheeky smile. “I got invited to a party and I was told I could bring a friend if I wanted.”

“No way,” you shake your head, letting it fall back down again. “You know that isn’t my scene.”

“Come on, (Y/N)...” your friend whined. “So a guy was an asshole to you one time? So what!? There will always be more boys, so why don’t we go out tonight and try to find you someone better?”

Despite your reluctance to spend your evening in a room full of drunken strangers, finding a new man to occupy your thoughts for a while didn’t sound like a bad idea.

You let out a groan of compliance, “Fine… I’ll come along.”

Your friend let out a cheer and pulled you up off the mattress, tearing you from your state of sulking. “Come on! Let’s find you an outfit!”

☆

The party was in full swing by the time you had arrived. “Fashionably late,” as your friend said. Once inside, your friend gave you a smile.

“Do you want a drink?” They asked with a giggle.

You gave it some thought. Did you normally drink? No. Has this week been a normal week? Also no. “Sure,” you reply with a small smile. Your friend beams at you, offering up a quick “I’ll be right back!” before disappearing into the crowd.

You weren’t always the most social, and you can count the number of parties you’ve been to on one hand. So now that you were left to your own devices, you did what many would argue you do best: awkwardly wait around and really say much. You kept to yourself, finding an interest in the wood grain of the floor, trying to decide what sort of alcohol had been spilled a few feet away from you based on its color. However, your trance of trying to decipher the alcohol content of the floor was rudely interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Well I never assumed you’d be a partier.”

Fuck. You turned around to see Jiseok behind you with a smug look on his face and a drink in his hand.

“And I thought I’d never have to talk to you again,” you say sarcastically. “Looks like tonight is full of surprises.” You rolled your eyes and turned around, planning on making your way to the kitchen to find your friend.

Once inside the kitchen, your friend thrusts a drink into your hand and looks at you wide eyed. “Were you just talking with Jiseok?”

“Yeah,” you rolled your eyes. “He cracked some stupid joke about me being here.” You took a sip of your drink. It tasted like lemonade.

“Well what did you say?” Your friend asked.

“Something to get him to shut up, hopefully,” a voice chimed in from a few feet away before you could answer. The two of you turned to see Jungsu leaning on a counter in the kitchen, with Gunil sitting on the counter next to him hoarding a bowl of chips from the rest of the party-goers.

“What do you mean?” You asked them.

“He won’t stop talking about you,” Gunil spoke, his mouth full of chips. Jungsu grimaced at his poor manners.

“Ever since you dumped him he’s done nothing but nope around at rehearsals,” Jungsu added.

“You knew we were dating?”

“Yeah,” he continued. “But not until it was too late. He showed up really upset the one day, so when we asked what was wrong he told us the story. We all told him that it was his fault.” Gunil nodded next to him. You had only spoken to Jungsu once- maybe twice- so you were shocked by his honesty.

“Besides,” Gunil chimed in. “You’re pretty hot, so that’s his loss.” Gunil laughed loudly before eating some more chips. Jungsu rolled his eyes.

“You’ll have to excuse him,” he sighed. “I’m his babysitter for the evening and I accidentally let him have one too many.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. Between Gunil’s drunken banter, and knowing that Jiseok also wanted you back, you had to admit that you were starting to feel a little better. “You really blamed him?” You asked.

“Oh yeah,” the two boys said in unison.

“I don’t really know why he thought we would care who he dates. It’s not really our business,” Jungsu said simply. “We shouldn’t determine who he dates.”

“Well Jooyeon didn’t seem too fond of me,” you say as you take another sip of your drink. Jungsu laughed dryly.

“Honestly, Jooyeon is high most of the time. He claims it’s to “mellow him out,” but I think it just makes him more of a bitch,” he snorted. “Whatever he said or did to you wasn’t intentional. Promise.”

You turn to your friend (who you now notice has been eyeing Jungsu up the whole time) and shrug, silently asking what your next move should be.

“Don’t look at me,” they add quickly. “This is all up to you- but definitely give it some thought. Would you really want to date a guy who was too embarrassed to tell people you were together?”

You sigh. While, yes, that is a good point, you really can’t help but feel drawn to Jiseok again. Like a moth to a flame, you felt a little too willing to risk getting burnt again. So, despite your better judgment, you left the kitchen to go find Jiseok again.

When you found him, Jiseok was reffing a game of beer pong. Next to him, was Jooyeon who, low and behold, was high as a kite.

“Jiseok,” you called from the doorway. He instinctively looked in your direction, and you waved him over with a stern look on your face. “We need to talk.” Jooyeon gave him an annoyed look, but after some whispered words between them, Jiseok made his way over to you.

“What’s up?” He asked, voice soft compared to the noise of the room.

“I want an apology,” you stated simply. “A real one.”

He paused, looking in your eyes and clearly trying to collect himself. Maybe you were imagining it, but for a split second he looked genuinely upset. “Can we go somewhere more private?”

You shook your head, “Fine.” Jiseok led you through the house and into a bathroom, closing the door behind you and locking it. He took a deep breath before looking you in the eye again.

“(Y/N),” he began, “Listen… I… I’m so sorry,” he said with a twinge of sadness in his voice. “Really, I am. What I did was wrong and unfair to you. I shouldn’t have made you feel that way.”

“Then why did you do it?” You ask. “Why make me feel bad for being myself?”

Your words seem to strike a chord in him, and he’s at a loss for words for a second. “I… I don’t know,” he admits softly. “I’m sorry.” A sigh escapes his lips after you don’t respond. He looks to the floor. “Can I make it up to you? Please?”

“Make it up to me?” You ask. “How?”

The small twinge of sadness that you saw mere moments ago in Jiseok’s eyes was replaced with something else now. Something darker that you weren’t quite sure you’ve ever seen before. He took a step closer to you, placing a hand on your hip.

“Please,” he mumbled as he leaned closer to you, the scent of alcohol lingering in his breath, “Let me fix this.” Against both of your better judgements, Jiseok’s lips land on yours, with one hot kiss slowly transforming into many. His breath mixed with yours as your lips chased each other’s. The lemonade taste that lingered on your tongue soon mixed with whatever was on his. “I wanna take you out again,” he sighed between kisses. “Wanna let everyone know that you’re mine.”

You sighed into his mouth, now grasping at his shoulders. “You mean it this time?”

He pulls away from your mouth, looking you in the eye. He takes a deep breath before speaking, and you choose to ignore the wandering thought in the back of your head that wants to know if he’s just catching his breath or buying time before he answers. He begins to nod slowly. “Yeah,” he says breathlessly, blinking at you. “I’m serious.”

You smile, about to lean in again when the doorknob to the bathroom jiggles.

“We’re busy!” Jiseok calls, leaning in and capturing your lips again.

“C’mon man! I gotta take a piss!”

Jiseok pulled away for you with a sigh at the sound of Gunil’s drunken voice. You, on the other hand, couldn’t help but laugh. Jiseok took his hands off of you, making his way to the door and unlocking it. “Great timing,” he said sarcastically.

“Thanks,” Gunil sneered back. “Now move.” He shoved past him, making his way into the bathroom, which you quickly took as an indication to get out. Once outside, you and Jiseok turned to each other, and laughter bubbles out of your chest once again. Jiseok shook his head, wrapping an arm around your waist and heading back out to the main rooms of the party.

“I’m really surprised you just let me kiss you like that,” Jiseok marveled.

“What did I tell you?” You smiled over at him, “tonight is full of surprises.”

taglist: @mon2sunjinsuver , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , @somethingaboutcheese , @odesonnets , @weluvjeong , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

#xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes imagine #xdh x reader #xdh imagines #xdh fluff #xdinary heroes fanfic #gaon x reader #gaon fluff

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xdinari · 5 days ago

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Valentine's Tradition

summary you and your best friend have always spent valentine's together since you're both single, but this year something's different

word count 4,210

tags they both think it's unrequited (it's not), gender-neutral op, heart-felt, funny, fluff, best friends to lovers, bi jiseok, amusement park, they are so in love it's sickening, oblivious x oblivious, dumb & dumber, getting together, happy ending, comfort for myself, jiseok is so cute I'm gonna--

Being friends with Jiseok was probably one of the best things that’s ever happened to you: partially, because he was the only person that knew more about the dead matter than trends, which made him an easy target, but also because he was the most stupid genius you’ve ever met.

That’s all you could think of as you’re currently sitting on his bed behind him, trying to untangle the hair stuck with chewing gum. “Who the fuck takes a nap with gum in their mouth, I swear to god-” You mumble to yourself as the man was wincing, trying to defend himself.

“It’s not like I did it on purpose! I was just on my phone and next thing I know I’m her-OW!Can you be more gentle?? I’m sensitive!” Your friend complains, to which you simply reply by pulling on his hair once, earning a loud groan from the other. “I’m starting to regret calling you over.”

The remark only makes you chuckle, holding back a smile as you shake your head twice. “You didn’t, it’s Valentine’s, I’m always here on Valentine’s.” Jiseok huffs with a hidden beam, looking back at you.

“And who had that idea three years ago?” He asks proudly, fluttering his eyes, your own rolling as you force his head to its original position, ordering him to stay still as you focus on the piece stuck in his hair.

“Okay I think I got it.” You say, Jiseok giving you a questioning look, but before he could even process you reaching over the scissors on his desk, a chunk of his hair was cut off.

As soon as the clipping sound is heard, he reaches over the back of his hair with wide eyes, frantically touching it as he jolts his head towards you, eyes getting even bigger as he sees the piece of hair with gum being held between your fingers.

“I ASKED YOU FOR HELP, NOT TO MAKE ME BALD!” He whines, taking the piece of hair in his hand and holding it close to his chest dramatically.

You laugh and call him stupid, before getting up, making your way to the living room. “So, do we have to go buy snacks or there’s enough?” You ask, only to be stopped by Jiseok’s hand dragging you back inside his room.

“Actually…I was thinking we could do something different this year.” He suggests a hint of nervousness tugging at his voice. You tilt your head confused, blinking a couple times.

The tradition of you two spending Valentine’s together because you were single started well…three years ago, because funnily enough you met on that same day by complete chance as his boyfriend broke up with him in the most romantic day of the year (asshole) so he had no other choice than to watch the stupid romantic movie by himself at the cinema.

The cinema you were at to watch a movie by yourself because your friends ditched it at the last minute so there you were, tired, annoyed and next to Jiseok because you were somehow stupid enough to mistake the room number and instead of a horror movie, a rom-com was about to start and by the time you realized, it was too late to leave so you just accepted your faith.

Your friendship started around halfway through the movie when you muttered a snarky comment under your breath about the main character, earning a cackle from Jiseok, who was trying to hold in a laugh, head ducked down. When you turned your attention to him, small giggles leaving your lips as well, you somehow knew he was about to be a constant in your life.

Becoming friends with Jiseok was easy: he was fun, intelligent and he was the only person that could make you go from sobbing with snot running down your face to holding your stomach from laughter in less than ten minutes.

Falling for Jiseok was so easy too, he was, and still is, the most loveable human you’ve come across. Loving Jiseok is easy because Jiseok himself is easy to love, and although you’ve spent the last year stealing glances at him and quietly crying yourself to sleep when he’d go on a (thankfully) failed date, you wouldn’t have it any other way because having Jiseok in your life, even as simply a friend, was more than enough.

However, Jiseok suggesting you two do something different made your brain go into overdrive for a few moments, thoughts about him figuring out you like him and wanting to pull away racing through your mind before he speaks up, interrupting your train of thought: “I wanna go to the amusement park!”

You blink at him, tilting your head curious. “The amusement park?” You frown, letting yourself be pulled closer by the man, his hands gentle but secure around your wrists as he smiles down at you, making it harder and harder to stop yourself from glancing down at his lips.

“Yep yep, they’re doing a Valentine’s special this year, I heard even the House of Terror is Love Themed!” He grins wider, letting go of your wrists to wiggle his hands in front of your face, causing you to let out an annoyed scoff, looking to the side before turning your attention back to your friend.

“You couldn’t have told me that before I came over in sweatpants? I don’t even have a jacket with me, I thought we’d stay inside!” You complain, playfully hitting his chest a couple times, but the taller simply smiles softly, mimicking your head tilt.

“You look good, it’s better to be comfortable for the rides than to dress flashy, you know that. Plus, I can land you one of my hoodies, don’t be so dramatic, it’s not as if you don’t have options.” He raises an eyebrow, opening his closet for you to look through it. “But if you don’t feel like it, that’s fine too.”

You roll your eyes and complain about him being annoying, because that’s safer than kissing his cheek because he’s stupidly cute and mindful of your comfort. Wearing Jiseok’s clothes was something you’ve been doing for years because admittedly, he had good taste and it was more convenient than walking around with a bag of clothes whenever you had a sleepover.

However, lately, it’s something you avoided doing because wearing his clothes meant having his cologne lingering on your body even hours after you’ve taken it off and it only served as a painful reminder that you need to bite your tongue and if not forget, at least ignore your feelings for him, because he doesn’t deserve to lose you as a friend or feel uncomfortable.

Suppressing your feelings for Jiseok has been hard, but you would consider yourself to be quite a good actor. The way you act is still the same, and yet it’s been harder and harder to hold yourself back from blurting out your feelings for him, especially since your brain has been in overdrive and has been trying to convince you that he is testing the waters with you because he likes you too.

Foolish thoughts, truly, how could Jiseok ever like you? He’s everything you’re not and you’re just…you. Even with all that in mind, when he swiftly places his hand on your lower back to pass you by and grab his own hoodie when there was plenty of space for him, when he hugs you just a bit too long or when he smiles at you with fond eyes when he thinks you’re not looking, you can’t help but wonder if it would really be that bad of an idea to give it a shot.

“Okay, so I was thinking, we get the food, we do the carts, then the Terror House and maaaybbee the Jumping Frog after?” He clasps his hands together, eyes squinting as he looks around. You find yourself smiling at him with your head tilted to the side, the only thing on your mind being how pretty the glint in his eyes looks, before pulling yourself together, clearing your throat when he looks back at you.

“You really think having food before any of that is a good idea?” You challenge with an unimpressed look, to which the older whines cutely.

“But I’m hungry, I didn’t think you’d agree with this so I was saving myself for the family sized pizza we would’ve ordered!” He pouts, hands rubbing his face dramatically.

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head as you grab his wrist, tiredly dragging him to the closest food truck. “You’re impossible, you know?”

“That’s exactly what makes this friendship so interesting.” He scoffs, poking his tongue out before ordering food for the both of you. “Then should we do the arcade spot first?” He asks while eating and walking around, entering the venue once he finishes his food before letting you reply.

“Sure Jiseok, Let’s go inside, I agree with your idea, thank you so much for considering my feelings!” You mumble to yourself, only for Jiseok to mock you cutely, handing you one of the toy guns attached to the machine he decided to stop at. Giving him a nasty look as you started the game was useless because he knew you always let him get his way, and this time was no different.

You two have been to the amusement park before, but that was before that night when he came over your house after midnight unannounced, hair a mess and red eyes asking if he could stay over because his crush at the time liked someone else and he needed you, making you realize that if it was Jiseok, it didn’t matter you had a midterm the next morning, or that you’ve been feeling like shit yourself, because you’d much rather hug him and watch stupid science documentaries for six hours than let him feel like he’s not the easiest person to love in the world.

It’s not like you didn’t know before that, it’s more that you didn’t quite allow yourself to feel it, but when his head was laying on your lap, eating ice cream while overexplaining the string theory, switching to guitar talk and then ending up telling you about the time he stabbed his toe in class so hard they had to take him to the nurse’s office in the span of five minutes, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you were playing with his hair and wishing you could kiss him to make him shut up before he chokes on his food.

So now, being with Jiseok, holding onto his arm as you two were screaming your lungs out as you were walking around the Terror House, was different. It was different because when you two stumbled against a wall and you found yourself pressed before the hard surface and Jiseok’s chest that was moving due to his laughter, for some reason, the space between your faces seemed to get even smaller, and you could swear you saw him catch his breath while looking into your eyes.

The Gyro Spin was…uncomfortable to say the least. The MCs kept alluding to you and Jiseok being a couple no matter how many times you corrected them, being held closely by him wrapping his arm around you securely, surely didn’t help the accusations. As the machine got more aggressive, the both of you started moving more and at some point, Jiseok pulled you on his lap bridal style so he could wrap his arm around your legs protectively and hold onto the balustrade with his free hand while laughing.

You laugh too, partially because it was a funny situation, partially because your bodies were glued together and you were starting to feel like you were losing your mind. “Uhhh you wanna kiss meee!” Jiseok teases playfully when your face gets closer to him because of a sudden move of the machine.

The worst part is, he was right. You were trying to think of a witty reply but all you could blurt out was “So what if I do, huh?” You yell while gripping harder on the balustrade, and you could swear Jiseok’s brain malfunctions at that, eyes going wide as he stops in his tracks, grip loosening, making you both fall on the floor as the ride ends, earning a groan from you as he falls on top of you.

“Shit, are you alright?” He laughs, voice higher than intended as he helps you get up and walks with you, hands brushing your clothes off dirt, choosing to ignore your previous statement. Good. Maybe he’s oblivious enough to think of it as a sarcastic remark and never bring it up again. Good.

The sun settled already, and you were about to suggest going home since it was late, but Jiseok had other plans. “Hey uhm, so, do you wanna go on the ferris wheel?” He asks, stumbling over his words, voice more insecure than usual.

You shoot him a questioning look, glancing at the attraction and then back at him. “Isn’t that too romantic?” You try to joke, voice slightly shaky, not because the idea of being suspended meters in the air with him was unpleasant, but because this entire day felt like a torture chamber, like a trial of what life would’ve been like if he was your boyfriend, and the last thing you needed right now was to get on the most romantic attraction at the fair, knowing you are in fact not together and that you will in fact not kiss when you reach the top.

Jiseok blinks, a bit taken aback by your reply, expression falling slightly, a hint of hurt noticeable behind his eyes that he tries to quickly mask with a laugh and a shake of his head. “Ah, you’re probably right, let’s just go home, it’s late anyways!”

You frown slightly, grabbing a hold of his hoodie once he turns around to leave, making him stop in his tracks. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to.” You admit in a more vulnerable tone than intended, the other’s face instantly lighting up.

“I love youuuu!” Jiseok chimes happily kissing your cheek, before rushing to buy the tickets, and now it’s you who stops in your tracks, before shaking your head. Right, he loves you, as a friend. It’s something he says on a daily basis, it’s nothing out of the ordinary.

You underestimated just how painfully stressful being on that ferris wheel with Jiseok would be. The atmosphere wasn’t uncomfortable, it was peaceful silence as you both looked at the lit up stands at the fair and stars in the sky. It felt oddly intimate.

“Thanks.” Jiseok breaks the silence with a quiet voice.

You tear your attention from the moon and look at him, a slightly puzzled look on your face as you smile. “For what?”

“Agreeing to this, I know you don’t like changing plans last minute.” He says in a guilty tone, your eyes instantly softening. Fuck, You really really love him.

“It’s not that big of a change, we’re still keeping the tradition of spending it together. If you were to change that, I would’ve killed you.” You threaten playfully, earning a wholehearted laugh from your friend, his head thrown back before he looks back at you.

“Oh, so I’m just supposed to make sure to spend Valentine’s with you for the rest of my life, no matter what the circumstances?” Jiseok grins teasingly, eyes sparkling as he looks at you, arm wrapping around your seat, face getting closer to you.

“Of course, I’m always supposed to be a priority.” You try to joke, but it comes more like a shaky whisper when you feel the other’s hot breath close to you.

“You’ve always been a priority.” The black haired man whispers back sincerely, and you feel yourself gulping at the statement, wanting to cry so badly, because he is an evil person for saying such things and not meaning them in the way you want him to.

“You shouldn’t say things you don’t mean to sound that romantic when being stuck 250 meters in the air, Jiseok.” You argue in a small voice, eyes shifting to look down, trying your best to keep your composure.

“I never said I didn’t mean for it to sound romantic, though.” He corrects in a gentle tone, getting his face closer to you, his hand cautiously cupping your jaw and making you look at him.

You gulp once more, eyes scanning over his face as he does as well, and in your insanity, you could swear he is leaning closer. Before you could stop yourself you say: “What are you doing?”

Any other day, this would’ve sent Jiseok into a frenzy and made him do something stupid like pinch your cheek and play this off as him messing around with you, but with the way his thumb feels your pulse quicken and the fact that you’re not pulling away, he’s never been more sure of something in his life as he is in this very moment, that this is exactly what he’s supposed to do.

“Making sure you’ll be a priority next Valentine’s too.” He whispers with a small smile, eyes closing before his lips capture yours into a soft and slow kiss, as if testing the waters. Your breath hitches, and you have to resist the urge to pinch your thigh to make sure you’re not dreaming because if you are, you don’t want to wake up.

Jiseok is about to pull away after a short kiss, figuring you’re not kissing back because you don’t feel the same way, because he’s stupid and idiotic and how could he ever think that? So, before he gets to stop the kiss, you start kissing him back slowly, moving your body closer to his, hands holding onto the hem of his hoodie, a silent plea for him to not pull away.

A quiet laugh escapes his lips, more relieved than mocking, before he cups your face with both of his hands and starts kissing you more confidently, a wide smile spreading across his face when your fists tighten on the material of his hoodie. “You’re going to stretch my clothes.” He whispers jokingly between kisses.

“Please for once in your life, shut the fuck up.” You whisper back with a smile, earning a chuckle from the other who hums once before hugging your waist while kissing you, your own arms moving around his neck, holding him closer.

Eventually, you pull away, Jiseok’s forehead resting against yours, eyes still closed as he tries to calm his shaky breaths, unable to hide his smile and thumbs gently tracing patterns on the side of your waist. “Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that…” He sighs, opening his eyes to look at you, your hands now caressing his face, a stupid smile present on your face.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve been wanting to do it for longer.” You argue, and when he shoots you a questioning look, you chuckle, taking a strand of hair out his eyes. “The night you came over crying because your crush liked someone else?”

“And who do you think was responsible for that?” He scoffs, making you widen your eyes as you point to yourself offended at the accusation. “Yeah, you! Can’t believe you liked Hyeongjun…he’s not even that good at guitar he just uses a lot of overdrive…”

At that, you can’t help but break into laughter, pulling away slightly to get a better look at him. “Where even did you get that idea from? Wait, that’s what made you come over like a kicked puppy and make me lose sleep before an exam??”

“I mean, the guys were talking about how much time you two were spending time together- and Jooyeon! That fucker said he saw you hug Hyeongjun! He doesn’t just hug anyone, you know?! Plus, asking a guy to teach you guitar is like Flirting 101, everyone knows that.” Jiseok scoffs while ranting, arms loosening around you but still keeping his hands on your waist.

You laugh more, shaking your head as you look at his pout fondly, pinching his neck. “You’re too stupid for someone this smart.” You note, poking your tongue back at him when he does. “We were hugging because he felt bad that I had to keep giving you romance advice knowing I liked you and I asked him not you because as you said, it is flirting 101, why would I want to make it obvious I had feelings for you and ruin our friendship, idiot?” You explain, a rage of emotions present on Jiseok’s face for each sentence that leaves your lips.

“Say that again.” Jiseok demands with a stupid grin present on his face, completely disregarding everything else you just said.

“Say what? That you’re an idiot? Gladly.” You squint unimpressed, but that doesn’t seem to bother the other who was too busy looking at you with big doe eyes and a bigger smile.

“And you like me.” He adds, to which you roll your eyes, stupid grin forming on your lips as well, because sadly, he’s right. Kind of. “You like meeeee!” He giggles, twirling his finger in front of you teasingly.

“Yeah, Yeah, I like you, so what? You like me too, you’re no better.” You glare at him, to which the black haired boy cutely shakes his head.

“Wrong!” He argues, voice stern, and your stomach flips unpleasantly.

“Wrong?” You blink, your voice quieter, wondering for a split moment if he is that evil to joke to this extent with you.

“Wroonnng!” He nods, now cutely nodding. “I love you.” He smiles, head tilting, voice as confident as ever. Your eyes widen and your voice gets stuck in your throat, but as you open your mouth, Jiseok waves a dismissive hand, smiling reassuringly. “You don’t have to, my feelings are mine and I’m sure of them, but you don’t have to say it back now.”

You were about to reply, but before you know it, your seatbelt is being unbuckled by the amusement park staff and you’re brought back to reality, so you bite back what you really wanted to say, because it feels like the opportunity was missed.

Jiseok, however, doesn’t seem to mind it. Quite on the contrary, he seems to be on cloud nine, smile not once leaving his lips and his doe eyes shining brighter than the stars. “Do we still do the sleepover?” You ask as you start walking, feeling the taller’s hand easily slip into yours, interlocking your fingers.

“Mmh, tradition is tradition.” He nods solemnly, pecking you once before walking towards the bus. And pecking you once more when you get inside the bus…and off the bus…and once in the middle of the street…and once more before opening his apartment door and…really every few minutes.

You’re not particularly complaining, it’s just that you’re still not sure this is a dream, and Jiseok has been having a blast doing whatever to you and have your only reaction be a shocked face and frozen body with eventual confirmation that you’re not against him being physically affectionate or him pulling you on his lap bridal style to watch the romcom you had in mind.

The last thing you remember is Jiseok’s lips kissing your temple continuously as he gently caressed your hair, your head resting on his chest while you looked up at him, the movie being the least interesting part of your night right now, still too afraid to pinch your thigh to test whether this was a dream or not.

When you wake up, you bury your face deeper into what you come to quickly realize is Jiseok’s neck, and when you feel your body be held closer, you look up only to see a messy haired and puffy faced Jiseok smile down at you, a raspy “Hi” leaving his lips before leaning down to kiss you shortly, nose brushing against yours once.

That was enough confirmation for you to understand last night was not a dream, so you cup his face and pull him in a loving kiss, earning a pleased hum from the older who simply wraps his arms around you tighter, smiling in the kiss. “Jiseok?” You whisper.

“Hm?” He hums once again, because morning Jiseok was a very quiet Jiseok.

“I love you too.” You whisper, and at that, the man pulls away with wide eyes, a shaky breath leaving his lips before erupting into a series of giggles, eyes sparkling, smile bigger than ever before.

“Say that again before I kill myself thinking I imagined it, please.” He begs cutely, making you laugh as you repeat it, eyes locked with his, your hands squishing his cheeks.

He squeals happily, hugging you as tightly as he can, before kissing you lovingly, mumbling a bunch of I love you’s, the room filled with soft laughs, and the rest of the morning consisting of small kisses and hugs.

It turns out, Jiseok wasn’t only easy to love, you were too, and somehow you were lucky enough to be loved by him of all people.

THE END

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lovetaroandtaemin · 9 months ago

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Kinktober 2024

Day 29: Hate Sex

Kwak Jiseok x Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Genre: Smut/Angst/Fluff, University AU

Rating: Explicit

THIS FIC IS NSFW, MINORS DNI!!!

Summary: Y/N and Jiseok cannot stand each other, but can't seem to shake their mutual attraction. When Jiseok gets Y/N and her friends out of trouble, the tension between them comes to a head.

Warnings: Gaon and Reader are assholes to each other, arguments, mutual feelings that are believed to be unrequited at first, Reader And Friends do some illegal shit and get arrested, probably inaccurate representation of the legal system, angry sex, mean dom!Gaon x sub!reader, begging, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink if you squint. If you think I missed a warning please let me know!

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Fic is under the cut.

Being around Kwak Jiseok made your blood boil. He was sweet to everyone he met, but to you it was obvious that it was all fake, like aspartame. You also thought that he was far too attractive for his own good, and the fact that you thought that about him made you even angrier. While it was difficult due to your shared friends and shared major, you tried to limit your contact with him as much as possible.

Jiseok had his own opinions about you, too. In his eyes, you were too anti-social and rebellious for your own good. It also didn’t help that you were rude to just about everyone, including the people you called your best friends. He was certain that your attitude and knack for making questionable decisions was going to get you and your friends into trouble one day, and he could only hope he wasn’t there to see it.

For the most part, the day started normally. However, as you went about your morning classes, you noticed that you hadn’t seen Jiseok at all. It sounded silly, but you’d gotten used to seeing him every day because of the number of classes you shared. A small part of you was relieved that you didn’t have to talk to him, but a smaller part of you was disappointed. Not that you would have ever admitted that to anyone, especially not you or Jiseok.

You ended up seeing Jiseok during your afternoon classes. As usual, he smiled at everyone and asked questions that showed that he was paying attention, both to the course material and what the people around him shared about their personal lives. When he greeted you after class, you asked, “So where were you this morning? Did you sleep too late after a crazy study session?” Your voice was laced with sarcasm as you questioned his whereabouts, and you could only hope that it sufficiently hid the fact that you thought he looked incredible in the outfit he was wearing, How someone you hated so much could look so damn good in a t-shirt and jeans, you would never understand.

“Actually, I had to work this morning.” The anger in his eyes was obvious, but he still kept his voice even and smiled the entire time he spoke. He knew that you were trying to be mean, but he refused to take the bait and start an argument.

You said nothing in response, but the surprise on your face was probably obvious. You had no idea that Jiseok had a job, because he had never mentioned it around you. You wondered if that was intentional, and you found that you were disappointed.

When your last class for the day was over, you walked to your car. As you remembered the events of the day, a voice pulled you out of your thoughts. It was Jiseok calling your name. You wanted to say something snarky in response, but when you remembered what he said about working on top of having classes, you decided not to. He’d had enough to worry about without your little comments.

“(Y/N)! Hey! I know it’s last minute, but Jooyeon, Jungsu, and I are going to the arcade in a few minutes. Do you want to come with us?”

“No thanks. I know you’re just asking to be nice.”

“Are you serious? I’m asking because I want to hang out with you.”

“Don’t lie to me. You’re just being nice, that’s what you do.”

“Do you really think that’s all I do? That I’m just nice for niceness’ sake?”

You were quiet for a moment, and that told Jiseok everything that he needed to know. He had a feeling that you saw him that way, but the fact that you didn’t correct his assumption hurt a lot. As much as you frustrated him, he had to admit that he was attracted to you. He was willing to put his frustrations aside because he wanted to get to know you better, but apparently you weren’t willing to do the same. So, he left to go to the arcade with his friends.

When Jiseok walked away, you got into your car and drove home. Truthfully, you were starting to see him as more than a “nice guy.” As much as you wanted to tell him that, however, you couldn’t find the words. It hurt to think about the fact that he probably wouldn’t want to talk to you anymore, and you hated it. So, you decided to call your friends Seungmin and Hyeongjun to go out and do something fun to forget about Jiseok. After a brief discussion, the “something fun” that the three of you decided on was graffiti.

You and your friends agreed to meet by a local bridge. You brought masks, Hyeongjun brought snacks, and Seungmin brought spray paint left over from the last time the three of you got bored late at night. The three of you each painted simple designs on the side of the bridge and talked about whatever came to mind.

Your night of fun was interrupted when a nearby police officer heard the three of you yelling at each other. Initially, he was going to let you all off with a warning for violating noise ordinances, but when he saw your handiwork on the bridge, the three of you were arrested and placed in a holding cell. When the officer that arrested you informed Hyeongjun that it was his turn for a phone call, he called Jiseok.

When Jiseok got a call from Hyeongjun that he’d ended up in jail with you and Seungmin, it was a surprise to say the least. He considered not going because he was still hurt by what you said, but Hyeongjun and Seungmin were his friends too. He could deal with doing a nice thing for you if it meant helping his friends out of a jam.

Some time passed, and you heard the officer tell you that someone had paid your bail and was waiting outside. You were confused, since you and Seungmin had both called friends that had refused to help you. Then you remembered that Hyeongjun had refused to tell you who he made a call to. You went outside with a ball of anxiety in your stomach, wondering who he had spoken to. When you saw Jiseok waiting, the ball wound itself even tighter.

“So, you got yourself in a little bit of trouble?” he asked, the uncharacteristic sarcasm in his voice catching you off guard and pissing you off.

“Oh, shut up, Jiseok.”

“Is that really how you want to talk to the guy that literally bailed you out?”

You sighed and mumbled, “You’re right, thank you.”

“Hyeongjun, Seungmin, and I just wanted to decorate the local bridge, nothing wrong with that,” you said with as much false sweetness as you could stand.

Hyeongjun and Seungmin quickly thanked Jiseok and went home, not wanting to get into any more trouble or get in the middle of the argument they could tell was about to happen. You sighed and started to walk to your car, but before you could get very far, Jiseok grabbed your wrist. You tried to move out of his grip, but he was too strong for that. In one swift movement, he turned you around so you were facing him and said, “What the fuck were you doing that got you arrested?”

“Actually, that’s graffiti, and there is very much something wrong with breaking the law.”

“Oh, come on, it’s not like you actually give a shit about what I do anyway.”

“That’s not true, and you know it.”

“Do I? It seems to me that you do the same fake nice bullshit with me that you do with everyone else.”

“It’s not fake!”

“Really? Because it really seems that way.”

“What is your problem with me?”

“I just told you. You’re fucking fake.”

“I’d rather have people think I’m fake than just an asshole.”

“Is that all you fucking think of me? That I’m an asshole?” Jiseok was silent, and you couldn’t help but find some sort of twisted amusement in the parallel to earlier. It made you angry that Jiseok only saw you as an asshole, but you refused to admit it. Instead, you just gave him a dirty look and said, “You know what? I don’t fucking care anymore what you think of me.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“Is it?”

He pulled you closer, so your faces were inches apart. Then he said, “It is bullshit. I know it is, and you know it is.”

You hated to admit it, but you were more than a little bit turned on by the argument. Whether it was the fact that Jiseok was one of the most gorgeous men you’d seen in a while, the fact that you hadn’t gotten laid in months, or the tension that seemed to permeate the air, you would never know. All you knew in the moment was that you wanted him. You knew you would regret it, but you let your desires take over and kissed him.

Jiseok was taken aback by the kiss, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he deepened the kiss, earning a soft moan from your lips. What felt like an eternity of pent-up tension snapped in that moment, and Jiseok decided that he was going to do something about it. When he pulled away, he grabbed your chin and said, “Meet me at my apartment in 10 minutes. Ok?” You nodded, and he let go. You realized then that you had no idea where he lived, so you asked. He gave you the address, and you immediately left.

Jiseok got to his apartment first, so he went inside and waited for you. When you arrived a few minutes later, you knocked on the door and waited for him to answer. You didn’t have to wait long, though, because almost immediately Jiseok pulled you through the door, pushing you against it the moment it was shut. He kissed you so passionately it made your head spin, and when he pulled away you only wanted him more.

After you caught your breath, Jiseok guided you through his apartment until you found yourself in his room. He wasted no time, pinning you to his bed and kissing your neck while he slid one hand down to where you wanted him most to tease you over your jeans. A loud moan fell from your lips, and you said, “Please, Ji, more.”

“Oh, so you can be polite when you want something. Good to know.”

“Fuck you.”

“Actually, sweetheart, I’m the one that’s going to be fucking you.”

“Well would you please do it already?”

Jiseok pretended to think for a moment and laughed before moving his hand away from your pussy. You whined, and he couldn’t help but feel a little bit bad. So, he got off of you and instructed you to strip. You did as told, putting on a bit of a show as you did, and he took the opportunity to rid himself of his own clothes.

The moment you were both naked, Jiseok had you back on the bed. His hand slowly made its way back down, and he started to gently play with your clit. The pleasure was already almost too much to bear, but you loved it. He continued teasing you for what felt like an eternity before you begged him for more again.

This time, Jiseok happily obliged. He moved his hand and lined himself up with your entrance. Then, he grabbed your chin, making you look at him as he pushed his hips forward. The groan that fell from his lips as he entered you was heavenly, and suddenly you didn’t really care about the things about Jiseok that made you angry.

When Jiseok felt you for the first time, he knew that he probably wouldn’t last long. He was embarrassed by how badly he’d wanted to fuck you, but at the same time he didn’t really care. You felt incredible around him, and once he adjusted to the feeling, it was all he could do to start slow.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” you said with a moan.

“I know, baby. God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to put you in your place.” You cried out in response, and he continued, “You’re so fucking mouthy every time I talk to you, but now that I’m fucking you it’s a different story. You’re such a slut.”

“’m not a slut.”

“Oh really? A slut wouldn’t let someone that she says she hates fuck her without so much as a conversation beforehand. A slut wouldn’t get turned on by a fucking argument.”

“That means you’re a slut too.”

Jiseok wanted to stop just to teach you a lesson about talking back, but he didn’t actually care all that much. It was cute watching you still try to be mouthy while he was deep inside you. Besides, he was starting to get close, and didn’t want to ruin his own orgasm just because you were being a brat. When he knew he couldn’t hold it much longer, he said, “Fuck, I’m close baby. Where do you want it?”

“Inside, please please please.”

Hearing you beg him to cum inside of you was all that Jiseok needed to feel his orgasm wash over him, moaning your name as he fucked you through his release. After a few more thrusts, you came around him, a string of moans and curses leaving your mouth as you did.

Once both of you caught your breath, Jiseok climbed off of you and helped you get cleaned up. When he was sure you could stand, he helped you back into your clothes and got dressed himself. Then he pulled you back into his bed, holding you as you both calmed down from the complicated and intense emotions of the day. After you finally felt like you could speak, the two of you spent the rest of the night talking out your differences. You still didn’t consider Jiseok your best friend or anything like that, but you did have a better understanding of his personality at the end of the conversation. He felt like he understood you better too, and he hoped that the two of you could eventually be more than friends.

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starry-nights-garden · 2 years ago

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Xdinary Heroes Reaction ✧ Shutting them up with a kiss

✧ Xdinary Heroes all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: fluff, reaction ✧ warnings: none

Gunil:

he’s been rambling about god knows what for at least half an hour

and as much as you enjoy listening to his endless supply of stories, you’re a bit tired today and it’s starting to get too much

not wanting to disappoint him, you wonder if you could come up with an excuse to ask him to stop talking

when no words come to mind, you get a different idea

mid sentence you lean in and place a kiss on his lips

he’s stunned for several moments, not having expected a kiss at all

and while he does seem happy about it, there’s no way he’d let anything keep him from finishing his story cjbxnxnx

“Uhm, babe… I was about to make a point here, so…”

simply keeps talking????

so you do the same again and this time he continues his story as soon as your lips leave his kasjlöfksa

you’re gonna have to give him more than a couple of pecks to shut him up for good

Jungsu:

he’s scolding you for something minor like you forgetting to put your dishes away

and you get that he’d be mad about it if it was something that happened frequently, but this is the first time you forgot about something like that since you have started dating

so you get a feeling he’s not actually as mad at you as he seems, and instead he must be overall stressed

you do try to apologize but he just keeps complaining, his frustration only growing

and so you decide to kiss him in order to make him stop

he’s surprised when you briefly press your lips against his, and when you can see that he’s still upset, you give him another kiss

kissing him properly this time, you can finally feel him relax against you

you can immediately see regret in his eyes as he opens them to look at you

“I’m better now… sorry for taking it out on you. I shouldn’t have done that.”

he apologizes with his head hanging low, unable to even look at you now

however, you simply offer him a hug, telling him that you understand

Gaon:

you’re having kind of a play fight that’s getting way too competitive

at this point you’re not even sure what you’re arguing about anymore, you just know it was something utterly insignificant

getting kind of tired of it now while Jiseok just gets more and more into it, you decide to put an end to it at once

so you lean in and before he can realize what’s happening, your lips are already pressed against his

blinks a few times and looks at you with raised eyebrows after you pull back, trying to understand what just happened

is definitely blushing and stutters on for a while, before he pulls himself together

then you just see him smiling mischievously as he continues talking, and you just know he’s up to something

just when you sigh and want to walk away, he grabs your hand, suddenly seeming sulky

“I thought you’d keep kissing me if I continued rambling!”

you let out a huge sigh at his logic, but can’t help the smile creeping onto your lips because of his innocence

you attempt to argue back, but now it’s you who doesn’t know what to say

so you simply give in and fulfill his wish, because who are you to say no to an invitation for more kisses from your boyfriend?

O.de:

you can see that your boyfriend is bothered about something

you figure it would help him if he talked about it to get it all out, so you keep nagging him about it until finally he sits down with you and explains his problem to you

however, once he starts talking he can’t stop, and you can see the exact moment the conversation isn’t helpful to him anymore

instead, he starts agonizing about it instead

though you try to make him see things from a different perspective, it doesn’t help him much

so you realize you have to do something else if you want to help him

you simply lean in and kiss him softly, trying to convey to him how much you care

he immediately kisses you back, as if he was thankful that you shut him up

after kissing him for a while, he seems to have calmed down a bit and his frown disappears as you pull back

you suggest doing something fun instead, but he’s quick to snake his arms around you, pulling you close

“I think I prefer some more kisses, actually…”

and so you simply smile at him, cupping his face in your hands

and then you kiss him again

Junhan:

is giving you a detailed explanation about something guitar related

you have been curious so you thought you could simply ask your boyfriend about it!

you think the way he’s really getting into it is super adorable, and the happy smile on his face as he talks makes you happy as well

that’s until suddenly, you get an idea

without thinking about the consequences, you lean in, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips mid-sentence

he’s completely stunned when you pull back, taking some time to recollect himself before complaining

“I was talking!! You didn’t have to-” - his voice goes higher and higher until eventually words fail him and his ears are beet red

whines at you now as he can’t handle the embarrassment - and he’s also a tiny bit frustrated that you interrupted him

so you take his silence as an opportunity to simply kiss him again

and he does kiss you back, but once you give him an opening he will just whine again

in the end he makes you assure him that you were just messing with him and didn’t get bored of his explanations

you give him a few more kisses as an apology

Jooyeon:

it started as a normal conversation that somehow took a detour in his head

and now you have no idea what he’s talking about anymore

you just know he’s excited and trying his best to get his point across

and somehow that’s just very endearing to you

not to say you’re getting a little carried away by his smile and childlike excitement reflecting in his eyes

but you are getting carried away by exactly that jdhdndn

and before you know it, you find yourself leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips, shutting him up in the process

he blinks at you once, and then twice, gaping because he did not see that coming and you have successfully interrupted his train of thought

has no idea what he was talking about anymore and then suddenly gets very quiet

“Sorry, I got a little too carried away there…”

awkwardly scratches the back of his head as you assure him that you don’t mind, he was just too cute and you couldn’t help yourself

he absolutely lights up at you calling him cute and then demands more kisses while pouting

#xdinary heroes reactions #xdinary heroes fluff #xdinary heroes scenarios #xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #gunil fluff #jungsu fluff #gaon fluff #o.de fluff #junhan fluff #jooyeon fluff #fluff #reaction

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When The Curtain Calls

Word Count: 3.3K Summary: Drawn in by the allure of a place for outcasts, she quickly learns that nothing is as it seems. Pairing: N/A

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It was supposed to be a fun party, supposed to be. She sometimes hated that fate tended to mangle the days that were supposed to be the best and ruin everything.

She continued walking under the streetlights, occasionally shivering from the windy night, her nose and cheeks turning red as she waited to hear the wailing of sirens passing by. Anxiety thrumming beneath her skin with every passing moment.

In the distance she heard the sirens sound and huffed out a breath full of resentment for her stupid affinity for the cards she was dealt. She watched as the emergency vehicles passed by, knowing that nobody would make it out.“Happy death day.” She murmured, turning on her heel to leave only to see someone standing behind her holding a singular flier out in her direction.

She accepted the flier with a confused look, looking down at the slightly wrinkled paper and seeing an advertisement for a circus needing new acts.

The longer she looked at the image on the paper, the eerier it felt, as if it was looking back at her and waiting for her to join them. She opens her mouth to ask the man a question only to see him hopping into a small red car, almost like a clown car.

She looked back down at the decorated paper and then back up only to find that the car had disappeared into thin air.

She let out a breathy scoff and squinted her eyes in confusion, “Well this has to be the weirdest night ever.”

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The next day she woke up with a minor headache, huffing as she sat up and looked around to find the empty soju bottles scattered around the area. With a grimace she stood and began to pick up the mess slowly, all of her movements adding to the aching throb in her head.

As soon as the mess was fully cleaned up she noticed the flier from the night before, though it seemed different then the one she read last night. It almost seemed to call out to outcasts, luring them towards the circus. She felt the pull and it was strong enough to have her swiftly make her way through her home to get ready to go to the circus.

It took a thirty minute commute to arrive at the address scribbled across the flier. Her feet were planted on the grass as she read the sign ‘Mad World’ that was plastered largely over the entrance arch. With one last deep breath she made her way through the entrance, approaching the gleaming set up.

Many tents set up along with multiple vendors were scattered about, stands with fresh food and deserts along with childish games, such as ring toss, lined the walkway as she went past. Each vendor sent her a wide grin and a wave, each of their eyes turning darker behind her back.

She approached the main tent apprehensively, her hands wringing together nervously, and walked in with a bated breath before she could turn around and flee once again.

Everyone is seen to be practicing around the tent under Gaon’s watchful eye. That is until he spins to face her with a wide grin, dark shadows casting under his eyes almost making him appear sinister. But, it’s quickly shifted as the light switches to face her momentarily blinding her. When her eyes readjust Gaon is gone, appearing next to her with a wide grin, resembling the Cheshire cat.

He makes a grand gesture of bringing his arms above his head and twirling, a booming laugh as he utters “Welcome to the mad, mad world, where we’re all a little mad.”

Everything seemingly froze as he spoke, eyes all around the tent landing on her with almost identical maniacal grins. But as the light shifts once more they are no longer looking at her, and continue practicing.

Feeling a thrumming of fingers along her shoulder, her head snaps in the direction only to be met with two gleaming eyes. The owner seemingly upside down as she noted the blush pink hair and the fangs peeking from his bright grin.

She just blinked at him as he tilted his head, “Wanna see something?” the smile turned into a smirk as he let go of the silks and stood on his two feet.

Taking his left hand from behind his back, he revealed the brown old wallet she has had since her mothers passing. A gasp leaving her mouth as she stood there still, not knowing how to react. The grin on his face returned as he studied her fearful expression with glee.

He held out his right hand to her, his tone teasing but expression serious, "You want it back?”

She nodded slowly, taking his hand without thinking twice and he pulled her to him, spinning her body to press against his. He chuckled before leaning close to her ear and whispering, “Then follow me.”

His eyes flickered down her body dangerously before flipping his body until the silks released him from their clutches and his feet landed on the floor. He moved so gracefully, feet barely making a noise as he slithered his way through the tent entrance, only glancing once over his shoulder to see her shy figure following him.

He led her to a more secluded tent, opening the door flap with a bow, as if she were royalty. She hesitantly stepped inside, looking at the odd man with wide eyes as he reached out to gently grab her hand with a soft caress before placing a kiss to the back of her hand, his eyes boring into her own, before one fluttered shut into a playful wink. As quickly as the contact began it dissipated, the pink haired man seemingly disappearing into the air in front of her.

“Wha-” She yelped before hearing a whistle behind her, she hurriedly turned her attention in that direction only to be met with the odd ringmaster from before. The wide grin still settled across his face, his hand was brought next to his head holding the familiar brown leather wallet.

“Now what do we have here…” The man hummed, tucking his hands behind his back as he approached her with inquisitive eyes. He could practically taste the feelings of rejection the woman was feeling, her aura bled like the scars people would leave her with every time she was dismissed and humiliated for being different.

“An outcast.” He inquired with the maniacal grin permanently etched across his features.

“Can I have my wallet back please?” Her voice chimed, the rasp caressing his eardrums, he took a deep breath thinking of all of the things he could say to get her to talk more.

“You’ve been rejected, by your best friend of all people, the one that should have had your back through everything, all because you’re a little different? She was too scared to handle the truth, and she paid the price for that, huh?”

“How did you - ?” Her breath hitched as she took a step back from him, he stepped closer, his grin falling into a slight frown as he looked her up and down, his head tilting a little.

“You see my dear, you are surrounded by people like you here, you’re not alone, and I know exactly what you need” His voice turning soft as he took her hand once more, bringing it to his lips once again as he placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles, her hand trembling as he did so, but her gaze seemed to turn less wary and more curious.

“You have a gift that no one wants, we can help you, it’s a mad, mad world we live in so let’s be mad together.”

“But- ” Her eyes darted to her shoes and back up, his hand coming under her chin, his thumb and index finger pulling it up to meet his eyes.

“Do not hide it, let me help you find your place.”

“Who are you?” She could not look away from his eyes, they seemed to sparkle at her question.

“My name is Gaon, let me show you my circus” He let go of her face and took her hand into his, dragging her out of the tent.

Not recognizing this side of the tent she finds herself at a loss of words. Gaon was so different from the pink haired stranger. While the latter had been graceful with his movements and presence screaming charm and mischief, the ringleader was more confident and upright, his steps more firm and loud as he stepped on the outside ground, Gaon seemed more playful even.

As he led her past a few tents she found herself wondering about the possibilities of this new world she had been presented with. What did he mean when he said that there are more people like her here? And how could they possibly help her?

Her thoughts were cut off as Gaon stopped. A large tent loomed over them, its top a deep crimson with a golden star in the center. It was beautiful, but she looked back at where they came from and wondered why it was placed so far away from the others. Gaon turned to her, swinging his arm behind him to fling the tent open, allowing her to enter before following after. He grabbed a cane that was seemingly placed off to the side, he moved to the center of the tent, twirling the cane around the light reflecting off of the metal causing a rush of air, before many people began coming into the tent, all with grand gestures and extravagant moves.

“What.” She gasped, taking in all of the performers, each so different from the last.

“We don’t get too many new people here, I hope you don’t mind a show.” Gaon sang, nudging her to take a seat in a chair that one of the performers dropped by before moving away in various stunts with a giddy wave in her direction. She watched as each performer moved about, some slinking across the tent, others commanding attention with various tricks, swords flinging, animals jumping about and throwing things. Her eyes widened as she took in all of the movement, each performance more enchanting than the last. Men, women, and even animals flailing across the tent in various ways.

As the final act ended and the members of the circus dispersed , Gaon stood before her proud, “So what’d ya think?” He asked, his eyes gleaming with an unreadable emotion, the darkness sent a shudder through her being. Instead of entertaining the unusual behavior of the circus members, she composed herself rather swiftly turning towards the ring leader with a fierce look,

“I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing but the cards aren’t dealt in your favor. I'll be going.”

“Ooooh,” Ode, the pink haired aerial silks performer, chimed, regaining his position swinging from the robes above. He tossed a few cards over her as if to create a dramatic exit before cackling at his own behavior, showing just how mad he seemed to be.

She rolled her eyes exasperatedly already a little fed up by their show of their presumed false insanity, they were trying way too hard in her opinion. Her boots kicked up some dirt as she made her way through the tent’s opening and began trying to direct her way out of this hell hole.

The circus tent was massive, she could tell from the inside but she underestimated the tangling paths that threaded throughout the circus lot. She sighed heavily looking at the paths trying to find the most worn path to lead her out assuming most people went running just like her upon witnessing the train wreck of a circus. Interestingly enough barely any of the paths looked worn like they were paved after even her herself walked across to get to the previous tent. Beginning her trek over the seemingly neverending winding paths she looks over the horizon seeing the sun close to setting, her brows furrowed in confusion, she hadn’t been here that long had she? Her hand blindly reached around in her bag to try and check the time, but because of her fumbling her phone took the short fall to the ground just a few feet away. Reaching for the device she gasps at the sight of small paw prints travelling just off path. She was aware of animals partaking in the circus acts but she has not witnessed one with an animal so small. Though she wouldn’t be surprised if they had made up some odd act using small animals, however only the single set of paw prints and no shoe prints was rather odd.

Not wanting to get even more distracted she stood back on her feet. This place was making her more and more uncomfortable the longer she stayed. She felt herself grow more nervous as she kept following the path, it was getting late and she did not have anybody to call for in case she encountered another one of these people.

However this path seemed to go on and there was no end in sight yet. Her palms have become sweaty and she was starting to doubt she will find an exit if she followed the path any longer.

She stood still for a moment listening to anything that would indicate a person nearby. She heard shuffling near a light post, turning to look, she saw someone light a cigarette. She could not tell who this person was and just moments ago she swore to not engage in another interaction with someone from this place. But at this point she felt hope slipping from her fingers and she was gripping onto the last bit tightly. So with a heavy heart she took slow steps toward the person.

“Excuse me” keeping her voice strong “can you please tell me where I can find the exit?”

The hooded figure looked up to her puffing out a cloud of smoke. “Exit?”

She nodded “Yes, I’m on my way home and just a little suggestion on my part you should put up signs around here.”

“I don’t know what you mean, the exit is right there.” A voice called out but she could swear the hooded figure was taking another drag out of their cigarette.

The trench coat of the figure opened in the middle but their hands weren’t moving.

"What- ?” she brings her hands up to her face, rubbing her eyes as she sees a face peeking out of the coat.

“The exit- ” he pointed to his left,

“Is that way.” Now both voices replied, both pointing in opposite directions.

The woman looked at the trench coat clad figure a little exasperatedly as the two unstacked, revealing what appeared to be two twins who had stacked themselves together, “Do you guys just do that?” She wondered before specifying "Without reason?”

“Do what?” They both responded in unison, as if their behavior was the most normal thing in the world.

“Whatever, I don’t have time for this, where is the exit?” She repeated her question eyeing the still dropping sun in the distance making her all the more anxious to leave before night fell.

“There is no exit to this circus once you enter.”

“What do you mean? Both of you just pointed somewhere when I asked the question!” Growing annoyed with them she was now changing her tone.

“We did?” The two idiots looked at each other looking as if it was the most absurd thing.

“You think this is funny?” She knew that these people were acting insane but this wasn’t it. This was her last chance to find her way home and she was not ready to interact with another one of these people. So either she got them to help her or she would go search for it alone with a high chance of getting lost and spending the night feeling disoriented.

“Seriously now, will you tell me how I can get back to the main road?”

“Come now, little one.” She heard a voice pipe up from behind her, she spun on her heel only to come face to face with yet another person in costume, the only difference was this man almost seemed normal, had it not been for the odd gleam proudly exuding from his eyes she would have probably believed he was as sane as she, “I’ll show you to the road.” He sent her a small grin, bowing to her and reaching his hand out to grab her own in greeting. Instead of engaging in his greeting she just stared blankly at the man before her, his long blonde hair fell perfectly around his face making him slightly appealing in her tired and delirious state.

Acknowledging that he wasn’t going to receive her hand, the man stood up and coughed awkwardly while straightening up his coat, “Follow me.” He uttered, before briskly walking away giving her a small opening to begin following. She looked between her two options, a strange man, or two twins who were utterly no help. Sighing yet again she took her chance and followed behind the beautiful man. “You shouldn’t spare those two too much time, they’re not the sanest of us.”

“None of you seem to be sane in the slightest.” She murmured, running her fingers through her hair that was seemingly greasy, she’d have to wash it tonight.

“I’m Jooyeon.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“Well now you know. You know you should cheer up, not everyone gets directly invited to join the circus.”

“Oh please, this is a joke. And I’m not appreciative of a bunch of circus freaks trying to profit off of me.”She huffed, beginning to try and storm past the man only for him to catch up pretty quickly, with his stupid long legs.

“No matter where you go, nothing is going to change, you’re still going to constantly feel that agonizing dread every time you leave the house, having to mask yourself to seem normal, feeling like eyes are piercing through your soul and can see that you’re not just like them. "You're like us!” He said, his eyes locking in on her frame as she froze mid step, he could visibly see her tense up before she turned to face him with a fierce look in her eyes.

“You don’t know me, none of you do. you don’t know what it's like dealing with this everyday of your life. Okay? just because you and your little band of circus acts think you’re different and outcast, doesn’t even compare to these stupid cards.” She gritted out, lifting her hand to show the cards that had seemingly appeared in her hand.

“We’re all freaking mad here, we might not know you but you don’t know us either. You don’t know what we’ve been through and what led us here.” He stopped in his tracks watching as she made it a few steps ahead before turning to look at him. He didn’t look offended over her words from before he seemed like he expected it, and that he knew way more than her, which she figured he just might, she watched the tall, long haired man bend at the waist, giving her a bow before straightening up, “Not everything you see is what it’s made to be,” He finished off before turning and walking away into the foggy night.

“Wait, what about the exit?” She called to the fading figure, only to huff as he fully vanished from her sight. She turned back to the path only to now see the huge exit sign, causing her brows to furrow , “what the hell is this place.” She muttered, finally beginning her trek back to her own home.

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