#I'm drowning in jisung hours

[byeoltoyuki]

Yeah, I hate you too

↳ Pairing: Jisung x reader

❧ Genre: porn with little plot, enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits, fluff, fake texts

❧ Words: +3k

❧ Warnings: fingering, sexting (kind of), anal, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, spanking, masturbation, mention of toys

❧Summary : They think you're dating. Wrong. How could you date someone you hate so badly? Right?

❧ A/N: I wrote this on a whim and definitely didn't have time to proofread it, so I'm sorry if there's some mistakes. Hope you enjoy it either way!

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“Where’s Jisung?” Changbin asked as his eyes darted back and forth between you and the empty spot beside him. Empty spot because it took Jisung only five minutes to find something better to do than be with his friends.

You shrugged, indifferent. “How would I know?”

“Aren’t you his girlfriend?”

Now that was confusing. “I’m not.” You scoffed at the idea.

You barely tolerated each other. The only reason you had been cordial, at best, with him was because he was Felix’s friend. The said man shook his head which only fuelled your annoyance. “What?” You took a sip of your drink to try to drown your annoyance and uneasy feeling.

Felix shook his head but the smug smile remained. The little shit. “Nothing.”

“You have this look!” You pointed at his face as if he had personally offended you. Well maybe a little. Nobody should be allowed to look this pretty.

“What look?”

“Felix.”

“Y/N.”

God, you loved your friend, you really did but he knew how to annoy the hell out of you. “What.is.it?”

Felix’s eyes shone brightly. And with mischief. He leant closer, arm brushing yours. “It’s cute how you think I don’t know about you and Jisung.” And he winked. The audacity.

You gasped loudly. “I’m not dating him!”

It wasn’t your intention to say it so loud and attract Changbin’s attention back on you. He quirked a brow at you and also leant closer, obviously interested in your statement. Fuck.

Felix’s smirk only widened. “Never said anything about dating.”

Fine. You had lied. You had a situationship with Han Jisung. Still, it didn’t change the fact that he annoyed you eighty percent of the time. But he sure knew how to use his mouth. And tongue. And cock. He got you addicted and you hated him even more for that.

Before you could share a piece of your mind with Felix, your phone’s screen lit. It distracted you. So easily.

At his message, you almost dropped your phone. Count on Han Jisung to be this blunt. But then again, it probably was one of the reason you gave in so easily the first time he approached you.

His words alone brought back the same images you had been trying so hard to forget. Six days, 144 hours, 8640 minutes and still unforgettable. It was one of those nights; you were stressed with deadlines and loneliness was getting the best of you too. But then Jisung came to your place without notice, as if he owned the place, and disturbed all your plans at self-loathing. You tried of course to kick him out of your place, kicking and screaming – all he did was throw you over his shoulder and slap your ass strong enough to make you yelp in surprise. He brought you to your room and threw you on your bed. You weren’t even in the mood for sex, no matter how good it always was with him, but the look he had when he stared down at you set your body on fire.

Did he spend hours, or at least it felt like hours, nestled between your legs, feasting on you, marking you, teasing you till you were just a whimpering mess at his mercy, crying and writhing, begging for a release he wasn’t willing to give because you weren’t being nice to him. Absolutely. You hated how responsive your body was to him. Hated how he knew where to push, where to lick, where to suck, where to bite to make your toe curl, to bring tears to your eyes, to make you scream his name. He loved it, so bad, when you screamed his name.

When Jisung finally let you come, you couldn’t move, you couldn’t see and your body were spent. You didn’t think you would recover from such a powerful, mind-blowing orgasm. You told him so, knowing damn well how smug he would be, how pleased.

“What got into you?” You asked him, panting. You watched him remove his clothes, one by one, taking his sweet time. It was odd. He never took his time. Han Jisung was impatient and too eager ninety-five percent of the time. So why now?

Jisung’s smile turned wicked which set your alarms on alert. He was up to something. Something bad. And also probably incredibly delicious. But could you really do it? You tried to move your legs and winced.

Jisung crawled back on the bed, slowly, enjoying the view of your sweaty body, and all the marks he had left on your thighs. Such a beautiful woman and all for him to ravish. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” He admitted.

“And how is it my fault?” You scoffed and tried to sound unfazed. Your body disagreed. Your stomach flipped, excited.

Jisung hovered over you, his body trapping you under him, lips dangerously close yours but still not touching while his hand, his damn hand, slid slowly from your breasts to your stomach. Feather-like touches that sent shivers down your spine. But his hand didn’t stop on your stomach, it travelled to your abused, still incredibly sensitive pussy; your hips jerked in response and a small whine left your lips.

“No.” You tried to move your body to escape his touch.

But Jisung only smiled. “No? Hmm.” He teased your clit despite your protest and you grabbed his arms, digging your nails into his skin. “And it is your fault. I couldn’t erase the image of you flirting with this dude from the bar. He was awfully touchy with someone that isn’t his.” And he couldn’t resist the urge: he gave your pussy a slap. Strong enough to make you yelp in surprise, but not strong enough to hurt you.

You couldn’t believe he was being possessive. Was it the same guy you had been butting heads with for the past two years? Was it the same guy that begged you one night to let you eat you out because you looked too gorgeous in a red silky dress? “He wasn’t that touchy.” You tried to defend yourself even if he was right. He had been too touchy which had earnt him a kick in his balls later but Jisung didn’t need to know that. You wanted to see how far he was ready to go to show you who you belong to.

But Jisung saw right through you. With his free hand he grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the eyes. “Yeah? He touched this,” And his hand reached your ass. He gave it a strong squeeze before landing a first slap. You didn’t think you could get any wetter but you fucking did. “And this ass belongs to me, Y/N. You know it right?”

You were dying to say ‘no’, you didn’t belong to him and your ass certainly didn’t. But all your fire, all your protests died on your tongue when you felt his fingers dangerously close to your other hole.

“I believe this is the only place I haven’t claimed, right?” He hummed in satisfaction.

“Jisung,” You called for him, but why? You couldn’t tell whether you were scared to try something new or if you were excited. Probably both. “I-“

His fingers slid back to your dripping pussy. He gathered your juices and spread them around your other hole. He pushed a finger inside your ass and you gasped loudly. “Oh my god.” You mewled, shutting your eyes.

You couldn’t believe it. It felt weird and new. And so fucking good.

“I knew you would love it.” He chuckled. “Always knew you would let me completely defile you, wouldn’t you?”

And he added another finger, pushing slowly, filling you, stretching you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You couldn’t possibly survive this. But you definitely wanted it. “Yes.” You admitted.

Jisung chuckled as his fingers worked their magic. “Say it. Say you want me to fuck your pretty, little ass.”

“Please,” You begged.

He pulled out his fingers, leaving you empty and open. “And?”

You took a deep breath, realizing that he wouldn’t give you what you wanted unless you said those damn words. “Please Jisung, fuck my ass. I need it. Right. Now.”

Jisung snickered and flipped you with ease on your stomach. “Was it that hard?”

“Yes, asshole.” You managed to snap back.

Jisung only laughed at your weak attempt to fight back. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him. “Such a nasty mouth.” He gave your ass another strong slap. “I’ll fuck it later too.”

‘As if!’ You wanted to say. But you felt his cock pressing to your hole. You sucked in a breath, tensing.

Jisung stroked your ass, trying to sooth you. “Relax, babe.”

Even if your mind wanted to fight him, your body obeyed.

He pushed slowly, inch by inch, struggling to control himself but despite his own needs, he kept a close eye on you, watching your every breath, your every wince. He wanted this experience to be enjoyable for you too and he knew you would love it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You didn’t think you could stretch anymore. You didn’t think you could ever feel this full. But it was exactly how you felt.

With one last thrust, he pushed all the way in. He groaned and closed his eyes to savour the feel of you around his cock. So tight, so nice, so pretty.

You fisted the sheets, needing something to hold on to. Or to destroy.

He pulled out slowly only to push back in. “Fuck babe, you feel so fucking good. So good I could die. Fuck.”

Jisung took his time with you, his thrust slow and as gentle as possible. It hurt and you squeezed the sheets tightly. But it also felt divine. Quickly, you found yourself wanting more, needing more, to relieve the itch. So you pushed back and he smiled in delight.

“Someone is excited.” He commented.

You were and you didn’t care anymore. “Show me what you can do, pretty boy.” You provoked him.

Jisung halted and hovered over your back. His warm breath caressed your cheek and then your ear. “Remember that you asked for it.” And he slammed hard into you, picking up his pace.

“Shit.” You moaned loudly, unable to hold back.

Jisung showed you no mercy. Every thrusts shattered and remade you. Every thrusts brought pleasure unknown to you. You didn’t think you could feel this good. You didn’t know if it had anything to do with Jisung and you didn’t care anymore. You took everything he gave you; every push of his cock, every groan, every dig of his fingers into your skin.

Jisung’s fingers slid to your clit and you almost collapsed at the new sensation. His thrusts along with his fingers playing with your clit brought you to the edge quicker and with so much strength. You barely registered when your body tensed and completely let go. You simply split apart with a sharp cry, waves of pleasure wrecking your body.

“Such a good girl.” Jisung didn’t stop. He used your body to seek his own climax. “And I can’t fucking get enough of you. I hate you for that.” But you barely heard him, still lost to your own pleasure. “Fuck, fuck.” Jisung came with a loud groan, pulling out to paint your ass with his release.

Fuck. You clenched your thighs tightly at the unwanted memory. You squeezed your phone tightly in your grip as if it had personally offended you. Your face flushed and you cursed under your breath. You weren’t supposed to get all horny in the middle of the bar. You weren’t supposed to let Jisung affect you so badly. But boy you were.

You tried to save yourself with this message. The bar wasn’t crowded and the lights were dimmed. There was no way he could see your state or your blush. Right?

Fuck. Your panties were sticking uncomfortably to your skin. You were wet. Too fucking wet. You could ignore Jisung’s messages and suggestions, it was hella tempting since he was the one responsible for your state. Or you could leave and take care of your little problem without inviting him. That would piss him off and serve him right. You liked this plan better.

“I’m leaving.” You told Felix as you got back on your feet and readjusted your dress.

Felix eyed you with a cocked brow. “Why? You just go there.”

Something told you that whatever excuses you come out with, Felix wouldn’t believe you. Not when he was smirking like that. He knew something but you refused to delve into the matter. Nope. Not tonight. Not when your body was on fire. Not when your pussy was clenching desperately. “I’m tired.” You said and grabbed your bag.

“Tired.” Felix repeated your words with a poor imitation of your voice. “Sure thing, sweet. See you later.”

***

By the time you got to the safety of your home, your mind was plagued with images of Jisung between your legs. You couldn’t believe that your brain would think of him when you could have pictured anyone, anything. But you didn’t fight back those thoughts. You didn’t have time nor the will. Your body was too needy.

You took your heels and threw them somewhere on the ground. You hurried to get rid of your dress and your, now, completely ruined panties. I’ll make him pay another time. You threw yourself on your bed and readjusted your pillows to get as comfortable as possible.

A deep sigh of relief escaped your parted lips. Finally. You closed your eyes, Jisung’s face immediately invaded your thoughts and you let him. You let the image of him guide your hand to your breast and to your hard nipples that were begging for attention. You squeezed and pinched and let out small moans. You relaxed instantly, revelling in the different sensations.

You let your hand slid slowly from your breast to your stomach, drawing invisible circles on your skin before reaching between your legs, the place that most needed your attention. You took it slow; gentle rubs, circling your clit, letting the pleasure spread all over your body. Your fingers slipped inside your soaked pussy and you arched your back, imaging that it wasn’t your fingers but the most annoying person’s ones.

“Fuck.” You mewled.

“Now that’s a sight I’m not ready to ever forget.” Jisung’s annoying (sweet) voice interrupted your thoughts.

Your eyes snapped open and you almost jolted out of your bed. “What the fuck?!”

No. He couldn’t possibly be there. How could he?  Were you that tired that somehow you started hallucinating? But no, as you looked at him standing by your door, licking his lips, his eyes darker than ever, you realized that he was not a piece of your imagination. “What, how?”

Jisung twirled the keys to your place and smirked. “Spare keys.”

You frowned, your dizzy mind having a hard time to catch up with his words. “I didn’t give you the spare keys to my place.”

Jisung nodded. “No. you didn’t.” He put them back in his pocket, proud of the effect he had on you. His eyes quickly slid to your spread legs and you realized too late that he had a perfect view of the mess you were. “Felix gave me the keys.”

The little shit! You knew he was up to something. You would make sure to make him pay later for not minding his damn business.

“Don’t be so angry, babe.” Jisung cooed, reading your emotions so easily. “Instead, show me how you play with yourself, hm?”

The ache between your legs returned so quick it almost knocked you out. This man and his voice had such a strong hold on you. You couldn’t help but obey and forget all about your annoyance.

“Tell me, what were you imagining while having your fingers inside this sweet pussy, hm?” Jisung asked as he watched your fingers disappear inside you. He licked his lips, drooling at the beautiful sight. He wanted nothing more than replace your fingers with his and with his tongue but for once, he fought his own needs. He grabbed the chair in the corner of your room at put it right before your bed so he could have the best view.

“You.”

“Me?” He feigned surprise. “And what exactly was I doing in your imagination?”

“You were sucking on my clit with those pretty lips of yours while your fingers were stretching me nicely.”

“Shit.” Jisung groaned to himself. He could imagine it so easily. He unzipped his jeans and took out his hard cock dripping already with pre-cum. Jisung fell into rhythm with you, matching your energy as he worked his hand around his cock. “Add another finger.”

And you obeyed. “Look at me.” He ordered. And you did once again. You moaned at the sight. You didn’t think watching Jisung touch himself would fuel your own desire, your own pleasure but it did. You almost came right on the spot.

But the itch was still there. No matter how hard you played with yourself you were still unsatisfied. You couldn’t reach as deep as he could. “Jisung. Please. I need you.”

Jisung chuckled. “Do you now? I think you’re doing pretty well on your own.” But truth was, he needed you too. So fucking badly. He needed, desperately, to sink his cock inside your pussy. He needed to feel your walls around his cock, squeezing him, begging for more.

“Am not. I need you. Please.” You begged shamelessly. You took out your fingers and spread your pussy for him to see. “Look. I need you.”

Jisung gulped, his willpower slowly crumbling. How could he resist now? “Me? Or my cock?”

“Both. Please?”

Jisung ruffled his hair in frustration. “Fuck.” He left his spot, hurried to take all of his clothes and almost jumped on your bed. He grabbed your legs with so much strength, you yelped in surprise. He spread you wider for him. He let his fingers slid from your clit to your entrance, testing how wet you were. “Babe, you’re dripping. All for me?”

“All for you.”

“So pretty.” He took his cock and nudged it playfully against your pussy, making you mewl and push your hips in need. “And mine.” He plunged inside you with one powerful thrust that made the two of you groan.

You closed your eyes, feeling all of him. Hard and deep inside you. And so damn perfect. A part of you didn’t want it to feel so good but the one that didn’t care, savoured the stretch, the fullness.

“Y/N, I think I’m in love.” Jisung confessed as he pulled out slowly, letting you feel every inch of him, torturing you with how slow and gentle he was. You didn’t want slow. You didn’t want gentle. Not when you were so consumed with need and lust. You wanted him to wreck you.

“With me or my pussy?” You managed to joke and chocked when he slammed back. “Fuck.” You arched your back. He sure knew how to make you shut your mouth.

Jisung didn’t answer your question and you forgot all about it as he started thrusting. Just like you hoped and prayed. Hard. Deep. Making you hold your sheets tightly as you met his thrusts with your own.

“Harder.” You begged unable to think about anything else but him and his cock deep inside you.

“As you wish.” His grip on you tightened, fingers digging into your skin that would leave marks – you didn’t care. You let him use you as he saw fit. You let him pound into you.

The sound of his grunts, of your moans and slap of skin was slowly driving you mad. The rhythm he set got you writhing and begging for release in no time. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him against you, feeling his body crashing you under him, as you claimed his mouth in a desperate and needy kiss. You felt him smile against your mouth, damn proud of your state.

“I hate you.” You bit on his lips and he fought back with a powerful thrust. “So fucking,” And another. “Much.” And another.

Jisung kissed you back with as much needs. He was just as desperate for release as you were and so damn close. He tried to distract himself, to keep his control. He needed you to come. Right fucking now. One hand slipped between your bodies and he played with your clit as he kept pounding into you. Pinching it. Rubbing it. He left you no choice. He pushed you over the edge.

“Fuck!” Your back arched as your orgasm slammed into you. Your whole body shuddering as Jisung didn’t stop. He fucked you through your release, not slowing down even for a second. And you held onto him, strong and tight, and watched as he lost himself to his own pleasure. You watched him close his eyes as he slammed one last time and released himself.

Jisung slowly pulled out of you and took a second to admire his work. Your fucked up face. Your sweaty body. Your abused, dripping pussy. “Bloody hell. So damn beautiful.” He couldn’t stop himself from pushing back his fingers into your sensitive pussy to push back his cum inside you.

“Don’t. I can’t.” You begged and wriggled, trying to escape his dangerous fingers. You were completely and utterly spent. You couldn’t take more. But telling this to Jisung wasn’t your brightest idea. It only fuelled him more.

“But you look so pretty and yummy. How can a man resist?” And he brought his fingers to his mouth. Covered with both his and yours release. You gawked at him at you swore your pussy clenched again with need at the sight. He cleaned his fingers, humming in satisfaction.

“By the way,” He rolled to the side and pulled your body flushed against him. “I think I’m in love with both.” He admitted and kissed your head. “You and your pussy.”

You couldn’t believe him. He sure knew how to woo a woman. “Such a romantic.”

Jisung smiled sheepishly at you. “Isn’t it why you like me?”

“Tolerate you at best.” But you hid your face into his chest, refusing to show him your pink cheeks or the smile that spread on your face.

“Liar.”

“Fuck you.”

“You already did. But we can do it again.” Jisung was in a mood. “So I can show you just how much I love you. And how much you love me too.”

Yeah. You liked the sound of it.

[changisworld]

“Are you being serious?”

Fuckboy!hyunjin x reader

Word count;8,001

Summary: You & Hyunjin are finally moving into a positive direction, finals are now here though so you are both trying to focus on that, meaning you both can’t spend so much time with each other unless you both want to go insane. You tell your lecturer how well your assignments are going & he gets the bright idea to let you tutor someone in your class who is struggling a lot & is in desperate need of help… that being Hyunjins friend, Han Jisung.

18+, MDNI, SMUT WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT.

main masterlist here

part 1 here & part 2 here

ALL WARNINGS: Jealous Hyunjin, Jealous reader, Possessive Hyunjin, voyeurism??, recording, spit, creampie, fingering, oral(m rec), body worship, PIV, unprotected sex, marking, begging, dirty talk, praise, angst & fluff, crying after sex, brief aftercare (more happens off screen), soft hyunjin

-> reader is described as Hyunjins girlfriend & 'she/her' pronouns are used a few times but its brief<3

->This isn’t proofread so if there’s any errors i apologise mwah x

In the month running up to finals, you have been absolutely drowned in assessments & of course you need to pass, so for that reason, you n Hyunjin haven't spent as much time together. You do both study together every once in a while but you work a lot better on your own & he respects that, leaving you to it as he studies in his own free time.

You have both been doing well in the sense your feelings have grown for one another but college is still the same, Hyunjin still being the bubbly person, sitting with his large group of friends while you sit further at the back, but to give him credit he does openly choose to work with you for random partner tasks (which half of the girls in the same course a you now resent you for) & he brings you a drink at least once a day.

You've just submitted one of your last essays (which you're proud of of course) & now you can relax a whole lot more than you were before... until your lecturer asks you if you would like an extra few credits.

You of course say yes, knowing it will definitely help if for some reason you get marks taken off for your other grades, not thinking it would be too hard to complete, that is until he tell you what you need to do.

"Jisung has been really struggling y/n, you can really help him & I know you can since you've never had below a ninety. Don't feel pressured please, but I'm sure he would really appreciate it." He says to you, giving you a pleading look.

You sigh before just nodding your head, not wanting to let your professor down, but also don't want someone in your class to fail simply because you couldn't be bothered to help him.

You know he's really good friends with Hyunjin, him mentioning a few times & they have always sat beside one another, loving to piss off everyone around them. You know he doesn't take anything too seriously but you would feel more guilty if you didn't at least try.

"Thank you y/n. I'll be sure to tell him when I next speak to him one on one. I'll see you tomorrow & I'll have him come talk to you, if he gives you a hard time though by being an idiot, don't be afraid to stop helping him, you're not being forced." He says to you in a cheery voice as he fixes his papers, messy all over his desk. You say your goodnights to each other & you leave the building, making the short journey home.

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You get home & of course Hyunjin is already waiting for you, Tuesdays being the one day a week you promises you would spend time together, regardless of the busy schedules.

"Took you long enough, thought you had fell asleep in the damn hall. What was it he was talking to you about? I'd rather swallow a whole potato in one go than waste my time talking to that guy outside of hours, that guy hates me." Hyunjin questions, not looking up at you for more than a second as he stirs the pasta he is cooking for the both of you.

" He hates you because you made that mans hair go grey with the stress you've causes him n trust me, I almost did, we were talking about how I'm preparing for finals, he also asked me to help one of your friends with a whole lot of it." you sigh as you kick your shoes off & putting your bag on the coat peg hung up on the wall, on the tiny bit of free space that Hyunjins multiple jackets & hoodies now clogging up.

"Really? wait taste this, n who is it? Half my friends are dumbasses so you've got your work cut out, good luck to ya." Hyunjin jokes as he holds up the wooden spoon to your lips, his other hand underneath the spoon to catch any droplets.

You taste it n let out a hum of approval which makes him smile before turning around to continue stirring a few more times before going into your cupboard to grab two plates. "Your friend Jisung! I'm surprised he asked me out of all people, I've only had one actual conversation with him n that was during freshers, I only remember because he was wearing those glasses of his & kept bursting out into song randomly." you chuckle as you recall the memory, getting you both a glass before going into your fridge to grab the bottle of prosecco you bought yesterday just for this occasion.

Hyunjin stops his movement for a second before replying with a 'mhmm' & you don't think too much of it, grating some cheese before putting it on the coffee table in your living room rambling about random stuff, but his mind doesn't move. "So about Jisung, did you say yeah to helping him?" he asks, setting both of your plates down on the small table before grabbing two cushions off your couch n placing them on the floor, patting it for you to sit down next to him.

"Yeah, I agreed because I've only got a few more things to do n I'll be finished, I'd feel guilty for saying no, I can't let him just fail the entire course because I couldn't be bothered you know? If what you're worried about is that I won't have time for you, you're wrong, I'll still be seeing you on Tuesdays regardless." You reply in an your usual tone, giving Hyunjin a peck on the cheek as you thank him for the pasta before picking up your fork & taking a bite.

"Jisung.. Isn't someone you wanna try teach, It's a waste of your time, you should probably pass on the offer. You should help me! I'm sooo stuck on the power point." he responds, his voice monotone, trying to hide how pissed he actually is.

"Hyune, we both know you're not struggling, you only have like two more things to do so stop being silly, n besides, I get a few extra credits if I do it so it will be worth it." you say after swallowing a bite, looking at him & that's when you realise his body language, completely giving away the fact he is now in a sulk as he purses his lips at what you say, not verbally replying to you.

"Hyunjin, what's up with you, hmm? You were so happy when I got home, is something bothering you?" you ask him, putting your fork down. "It's just.. Jisung is just gonna try get in your pants y/n. I know what he's like, if he actually gave a fuck about this grade, he woulda tried way before now, he has a music career now so he doesn't even need college." he says, pointing his fork at you & swaying it around as he speaks, his voice serious despite him trying to sound unbothered.

You just look at Hyunjin, honestly confused on where this attitude has came from. "Just because he might have another career once he leaves, doesn't mean he doesn't wanna pass, Hyune. He won't 'get in my pants' I don't even know him or anything about him apart from what you've told me." a tinge of annoyance in your voice now, not at all liking what he has to say.

"Alright." he mumbles as he begins eating, not wanting to discuss it further so you ignore it, moving onto a different conversation, which makes his mood slightly better than it was before.

Hyunjin leaves an hour or so later, after helping you wash up & cuddling with you until you were dozing off. You give him a sheet of notes you had written earlier in that day just for him to help him with his own essays, changing the wording a whole bunch so he wouldn't accidentally write something similar to you have done, which he can't help but blush at the thoughtfulness. He leaves your apartment in the same mood when you first came home earlier on.

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You're walking to your morning class after grabbing a drink from the cafeteria when you hear someone calling your name from behind you over the music of your headphones, you turn around to see Jisung being the reason your name is being said, his dorky little smile looking back at you as he walks up to you.

"Hi y/n, in case you didn't know but I'm Jisung n I just wanna say thank you for helping me with all of this, means loads to me." he says, giving you an awkward chuckle as his hand rubs against the nape of his neck.

"Don't worry about it, just don't make it a waste of my time, I still need to do loads of my own stuff so I won't be waiting around for you." responding in a cold tone as you put your headphones on again before walking to your class.

You take your own unofficial seat & just go on your phone, not paying much attention to the things going on around you, blocking out the multiple conversations going on around you.

You look down to the right corner of the auditorium & notice Hyunjin isn't sitting in his own usual spot.

You; Where r u? u okay? Hyune<3: yea, just slept in lol, just take pics of what u write n i can use that, ill probs be in after break

You begin texting a response when the chair next to you is pulled out & someone sits beside you, you look to your left & Han is smiling at you, pulling his books out of his bag & placing them on the desk.

"Sir told me to come n sit beside you since he is helping yuna right now n he doesn't have time to re-explain it all to me. You still okay to help me, right?" He blurts out, looking at you with his boba eyes, you just nod your head & he smiles.

Jisung begins to show you where he's at on each part of the assessments he needs to do & shows you the very few notes he has actually been bothered to write down.

"You've only wrote this..? for an entire years worth of work this is all you have to help you?" yo snort as you hand back his notepad, your eyebrows raised. "I thought it wouldn't be this intense!" he responds, his voice whiney.

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You spend the next hour roughly explaining how to do the main parts of everything & you were writing down a few things for him since you realise he is a painfully slow writer, but you choose to hold your tongue since you think he is actually listening since he is actually asking you a question ever so often.

The time hits quarter past eleven so you grab your little blue money purse before standing up to leave for your break when Jisung moves his chair out so you can't leave. "Y/n, could I get your number or something? so I can text you.. about the work! of course." Han asks you as he stands up to face you fully.

"Awk yeah that would make sense, alright." you take one of your pens off the desk & open the cap before grabbing Jisungs hand before you write your number on it & then squeezing yourself past him, walking up the rest of the stairs to leave but he runs up to you again to begin walking with..well, behind you, ignoring his friends at the other end of the room shouting his name.

"Thanking you y/nnie, I can call you y/nnie right? anyways what's your plans for after college hours? Do you have a job you gotta get to? Any sorta clubs? I get the vibe you definitely are a part of... an art class. I woulda said book club but I feel as if that's too basi-" "You talk so much, holy shit. My plan is to finish what I need to finish tonight or tomorrow so I'll have time to actually help you" you cut off, rolling your eyes as you begin walking one of the common area benches, Jisung still trailing behind you.

You sit down & Jisung settles himself beside you, smiling at his friends whenever they walk past, talking your ear off as you just stare at him, not paying attention.

A minute later, You turn away from Jisung & lean your head against the wall in annoyance , Jisung now talking about how he lived in Malesia & almost got eaten by an alligator when your eyes scan the area & that's when you notice Hyunjin strolling towards you. You lean back upright & smile n wave at him & he smiles back, until Han pops his head out from behind you to see who you're waving at, your body no longer covering him from the way you're both sitting.

Hyunjin reaches you but doesn't sit down, instead standing in front of both of you. "Heya y/n, hi jisung, what you both talking about." Hyunjin says in a weird tone of voice, sounding slightly off standish. "Couldn't tell ya, sir didn't really go over anything new so I didn't write anything down to give you, he was just answering others questions, come sit." you say as you pat the spot beside you but he doesn't budge, feet staying glued to the floor, hi eyes moving to now look at the man sitting beside you.

"So if he was answering questions all day, why'd you not just ask him for help on what to do? Why are you putting more on y/ns plate?" Hyunjin spits to jisung, his facial expressions scarily neutral. "Because he would spend an entire day explaining it to me! I asked y/n a million times if it's fine n it's fine! y/n doesn't mind it." Han whines back, throwing his hands around & that's when Hyunjin notices your number drawn onto his hand.

Hyunjin looks at it then back at the both of you before scoffing. "Point is, you don't give a fuck about passing, I'm not stupid. I'll see you later." he speaks in the same cold tone, tapping your head condescendingly before walking away & down the hall out of sight.

"What the hell is his problem, he has such an attitude." you murur, mostly to yourself but Jisung responds anyway. "dunno, maybe stress." feigning innocence.

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Hyunjin walks into class, blood boiling. He sits on the opposite side than he usually does & puts his headphones on, basically throwing the items in his bag onto his desk before logging into his computer & pulling up his word document.

He doesn't look up at any of the noise around him, other students for some reason spending their break in the same room they've been sitting in for four hours now until someone taps his head before pulling his headphones off his head.

"Nice song, what's it called?" Lisa chimes as Hyunjin turns around, relaxing when he sees it's just her & not a random person trying to piss him off. "You're still on your essay? y/n handed hers in already, didn't your little girlfriend feel like helping you out?" she remarks, sitting on the edge of the desk, swinging her legs while she looks down at him.

"y/n.. isn't my 'girlfriend' so to speak n anyways, we both agreed to do it on our own since y/n concentrates better that way n i've learned that so do I, so if you could leave Lisa i'd like that." he responds, his tone sounding more rude than he intended.

"Who pissed in your cereal Hyunjin, jeez. That sucks, I'd love for you to help me, I'm further behind than I wanted to be, can I borrow your notes at least? & you sure y/n works better on her own? She was helping Jisungie a wholeeee bunch earlier." she speaks back, sweet toned, the smile not wiping off her face for even a second, picking up his notepad & flicking through it.

"Mhmm, just take it n give it back at the end of the day. I told y/n helping Jisung is a waste of time but sir n Jisung both wormed their way into her brain knowing she would feel too guilty for saying no, she didn't listen to me, she's too kind." he replies, not bothering to look up at Lisa despite feeling her eyes almost burning two holes into his side profile.

"Clearly not too kind if she can't listening to her own boyfriendddd" she teases, ruffling up his hair. "I told you, we aren't officially together, you taking my notes or no? I have stuff to do Lisa." he snarks as he finally actually looks up at her as she jumps off the desk, jotter in hand.

"I know, just wanted to hear you confirm the fact. I would ask you to send me the notes but you've blocked my number, y/n has you so bitched, didn't think I'd see the day." Hyunjin just rolls his eyes as Lisa says this but he sees you & Jisung walking back into the room, six or seven levels above & he gets an idea.

He rolls his chai out, blocking Lisas path as he looks up at her, a puzzled look on her face. "If you say please, I'll think about unblocking youuu." he taunts, his pretty smile showing on his face. Lisa looks up at you in your usual seat, noticing your quick glances down back at them, trying to not make it too obvious before looking back down at Hyunjin. "Pretty please, Jinnie?" she responds, battering her eyelashes as she ruffles his hair again.

He chuckles before moving out of the way, letting her past. As she leaves, he murmurs a 'next joke, fuck that' to himself, internally cringing at the conversation between them before pressing play on his spotify again & doing his work.

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The day finally ends & you are quick to get out of the room, not being surprised if steam was coming out of your ears with how pissed you are. You noticed Lisa & Hyunjin speaking & you were unable to concentrate from that moment on. 'Why was she touching him?' 'Why was he flirting with her?' 'what a fucking dick' keep bursting into your mind & you honestly want to punch them both in the face.

Hyunjin gets his notepad back from Lisa & walks away without saying much of anything to her, trying to catch up to someone in particular... Jisung.

He knows his schedule like the back of his hand & it doesn't take much walking or time to find him, sitting on a small ledge waiting for the main music room to be unlocked for him, Chris & Changbin, eating a packet of skittles, filling his chubby cheeks while just idly looking around.

"Heya Hyunjin, you alright?" He questions, pulling his legs closer to his chest so Hyunjin can sit down opposite him, which he does. "Been better, got a question for you though." he sighs, leaning forward to dig his hand into Jisungs packet & takes out a handful of skittles, dumping the green ones back into the packet.

"Go f'r it." he speaks, words muffled as he pours more into his mouth. "What you doing with y/n? I pretty much made it clear to stay away, so what is your problem? You coulda asked anyone to help you but I know you went to sir n specifically asked for y/n's help, you can't fool me I've known you too long." he questions, his voice sounding far too normal for it to be comfortable.

"You didn't tell me shit, n I'm not a toddler, what makes you think you can tell me what to do? You're not actually together together so why can't I simply speak to her?" he remarks, smirking at him knowing he is getting under his skin as he throws his empty food wrapper at the bin but missing, making him kiss his teeth.

Hyunjin scoffs at his words, in disbelief. "Han stop being a dick, y/n is mine n it's that simple so just fuck off, I've never told you to leave anyone fuck alone until now so just do it? It's not difficult believe it or not." Hyunjin snaps back, getting more annoyed as the clock ticks by, not bothering to keep his tone quiet as another student walks by every once in a while.

"Yea n we also agreed we wouldn't cockblock each other yet here you are, you guys aren't official which you said yourself so it's fair game. You can't claim someone if you're still flirting with your other little side pieces, me & y/n saw you n Lisa earlier. You seriously wanna get rid of everyone else you see for one person? Next joke." he replies, his voice raising at the end, honestly enjoying how pissed off Hyunjin is getting, his face getting more & more red.

"Lisa is literally nothing to me n yea-" Hyunjin is cut off as Changbin n Chan swivel around the corner, all smiles. "Heya Hyunjin, not seen you in ages, Jisung I got the key so we can go in now, you coming Hyun?" Chan questions as he turns his back to unlock the door.

"Nah, I'm busy n got things to do, I'll speak to you all later." Hyunjin replies, squishing Changbins cheeks playfully, trying to ease any tension the others are starting to sense, before walking off, his breathing intense as he leaves the building & pretty much speed walking home.

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He enters his complex building & storms up the multiple flights of stairs, skipping a step or two each time. He turns the corner & sees you sitting on his doormat, both of you making eye contact.

You stand up & wipe any dirt that could be on you as Hyunjin sighs, stopping in front of you as he moves one of his headphone speakers, not even bothering to fully pull them off.

"Are you gonna speak to me n tell me what's wrong with you Hyunjin?" You speak out, placing your hands on your hips. "Do you seriously not know what you've done? Give me a fucking break. Move, I want to get inside." he spits back before trying to worm his way around you but you stop him.

"Hyunjin what the fuck is your problem? I've done jack shit n yet you're treating me as if I'm an annoyance to you! I'm not leaving till I get an answer." you yell back, getting even more pissed at his attitude.

"I'm not even going to bother arguing with you, especially in my fucking hallway y/n, get inside." He spits out as he pushes your arm away & unlocks his door before entering, not bothering to shut it as he knows you're gonna end up following him.. which you do.

You shut his door behind you & chase behind him as he walks into his bedroom & throwing off his hoodie, not even acknowledging you as he does his usual routine.

"So you gonna explain or what? Also turn around when I speak to you, don't be so fucking rude Hyunjin." you utter, speaking to his back as he doesn't even bother looking at you.

"Got nothing to explain. You gonna tell me why you wrote your number on Jisungs arm when I specifically told you what he would be actually wanting from you & after telling you it would be a complete waste of time?" He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he turns around to look back at you, leaning on his desk.

You raise your eyebrows at him, not being able to hold back the shocked laugh at his words. "Are you being fucking serious? First of all Hyunjin, I'm not a kid that you can boss around n second of all, I only gave him my number so he can ask me about anything he needs & I'm basically finished everything I need to do for finals so I don't fucking care about helping your friend out a bit!" you yell back, your heart beginning to race.

"It's fucking obvious he was flirting with you y/n?! Are you really that naive to fucking see it? Sorry to be the one to tell you but it's true." he replies, swinging his arms around & pointing as he speaks.

"So fucking what if he was? It changes absolutely nothing since I'm not interested! But if you want to speak about flirting, you're a huge fucking hypocrite since you were basically drooling over Lisa earlier & you knew I was watching! Your attitude is disgusting & if you're acting like this when we aren't even official then what makes you think that is what I want? You're straight up immature." you shout, your voice going a bit raspy & your hands shaking.

"I did that because I was fucking hurt about what you were doing! & I know we aren't officially together but you haven't been acting as if you want to be with me! You don't even listen to me y/n when I know what the hell I'm talking about. I chosen you for me to actually try get into a relationship with but I'm thinking it's not worth it." he cries out, tears threatening to leave his eyes as he says this, shouting back at you.

"Are you trying to insinuate I'm 'lucky' to be in this position with you, get off your fucking high horse holy shit! I didn't flirt with Han at all but you can't say the same about you & Lisa, how am I supposed to trust you if you act like this over something so small? This isn't even fucking worth it Hyunjin, I'm not going to let you see me as if I'm beneath you." you respond, your voice going monotone at the end as you shake your head at him before turning around to leave, realising this conversation is getting nowhere.

Hyunjin is quick to step across his room & get between you & the bedroom door, blocking you from leaving. "When the hell did I say you're beneath me? Why can't you see how upset I am over all of this? I want to be with you in the future but you are just throwing it back in my fucking face? Do you just like the attention or something? Is that why you just straight up refused to listen to me?" he questions, looking right into your eyes with his own, his eyes being similar to how they looked when he came to your house & confessed to you not too long ago, but with anger mixed in along with them this time.

"You're fucking joking, right? What 'attention' am I getting other than you yelling in my face about it? Stop being such a jealous prick Hyunjin, the future isn't now so you don't have this 'claim' on me like you think you do, as much as I want it & how much you claim yo want to, we aren't fucking dating & you wanna know why I think you're trying to hold back? Is because you like the attention & you won't be able to fuck anyone else without it being considered cheating! Come back to me when you can sort your jealousy & other issues out." You scream at him, a tear or two falling down your cheeks but you're quick to wipe them away, not looking right at him as you speak.

Hyunjin cackles at our words before yet again stopping you from being able to leave, putting his hand on the door handle. "You speak so much stuff that you're convinced you know all about but you couldn't be so wrong it's honestly a joke. I don't want anyone else but you & I've made it so clear since the start, You expect me to not be jealous when someone is fawning over you.. what's mine? Acting as if your blood doesn't boil when anyone flirts with me? You being so pissed about Lisa is a prime example. Stop acting like you're any better than me, that you're not just as possessive over me, you just don't wanna seem like a psycho about it." He replies, his tone still full of venom but no longer yelling at you, tonguing his cheek.

"Why wouldn't I be jealous? I'm clearly threatened by all the girls who drool over you, even more so because I'm not similar to those girls, I'm not as confident or straight up ballsy as them! But the way you've gone about everything is so wrong Hyunjin." You cry, voice lowering to match his but the tears not fully stopping & he takes his finger to wipe them away, pouting.

"I'd be lying if I said you admitting you're jealous isn't hot, but stop fucking worrying, I wouldn't give you the time of day if I wasn't one hundred percent sure. Stop crying too, you don't need to. But being for real, y/n, sto-" He is cut off as your phone begins ringing in the back pocket of your jeans & Hyunjins arm is quick to swing around & pull it out before reading the nameless number, Hyunjin hands it to you with his eyebrows raised, already knowing who it is.

You answer the phone & It's obviously Jisung, who doesn't even give you time to say anything before asking you a whole bunch of questions, saying he is 'stuck' on what to do.

As Jisung speaks, Hyunjin taps the 'speaker' button before ushering you towards his bed, his smirk not leaving his face. You look up at him with confused eyes as the back of your knees hit the bed, making you sit on it before Hyunjin pushes on your shoulder so you're laying fully down, your feet still on the floor of his room before getting on top of you & moving your head to the side before nuzzling his face in your neck, beginning to nibble at it, making you tense up beneath him & your breath hitches.

"Jisung can I call you ba-" You're cut off by Hyunjin nibbling down on your neck as he mumbles a 'nuh uh' & your hand reaches up to pull on Hyunjins hair & he does his best to hold back a groan, his hand slithering down to your jeans, unbuttoning the button after around thirty seconds of trying & then using his hand & legs to push them down just far enough for acccess.

He begins to allow his finger to graze over the outside of your pussy, feeling the fabric of your panties, not failing to feel over the small wet patch now visible as he sucks a dark purple hickey into the crook of your neck & your eyes scrunch together as you bite your lip, trying to not make a sound.

"I did the first two paragraphs but I'm stuck on what quotes to use, I think the ones I've chosen are too short to keep writing about, what quotes did you choose?" Han questions on the other end of the phone but you're barely paying attention as the man above you now wriggles his fingers under your panties, now drawing small circles on your clit, making you gasp.

"You can't use t-the same quotes I use J-jisung, read what you've chose o-out to me." you stutter out, hips grinding against Hyunjins fingers as best as you can with the position you're in.

Jisung begins to read out his quotes & Hyunjin can't help but let out a small chuckle, half at how hard Han is trying but the other half being at how hard you're trying to remain coherent, so he steps up his actions. He cups your pussy before dragging his hand down to your dripping hole & entering two fingers in, a small squelch being heard & your legs tense up even more as you melt into his lips, still suckling hickey after hickey into your neck.

"Y/n? Am I breaking up? We can meet up if you want & you can go over it, I know a café we can meet at if you're free?" He requests & Hyunjin breaks away from you neck to reply for you. "y/n is busy, figure it out." he remarks as he hangs up before turning your phone off & tossing it to the side.

"Didn't know you're into that, y/nnie, you're so wet just from a few touches? So dirty." he remarks, smirking at you before locking his lips with yours, his tongue tasting your own before he even gives you time to respond & you bring your hands to cup his cheeks.

His fingers begin to hit against your G-spot as he uses a 'come here' motion as his thumb begins to rub your clit from side to side, making you whine into his mouth, making him smirk.

You move your arm down, dragging your nails down the front of him & over his abs over his shirt before beginning to palm his cock over his joggers, making his hips jerk forward before changing your position by rolling himself onto the bed & pulling you so you're straddling him, his fingers leaving your cunt as he does so, making you whince.

You begin grinding over his covered hard on after kicking your jeans fully off, you being left in just your shirt & panties. "Maybe you're the dirty one Hyune, can't resist touching me while your friend is on the phone hmm?" You finally have the chance to reply & Hyunjin chuckles as his hands come down to your ass, fondling the skin. "Oh but I can resist, but why would I when it's funny to hear him try ask you out while disguising it as 'studying' while you're at my house currently half naked?" he replies instantly, biting his lip as your wetness is now soaking through your panties & leaving a small spot on his clothes, staining them.

You roll your eyes before you pull his shirt off his body, messing up his hair a bit before you slither yourself off the bed & onto his carpeted floor & tugging on his joggers, his hips raising to help you remove them, leaving him in only his underwear.

"You're being bold for someone who couldn't take more than a quarter of my cock last time you sucked it, you trying to train yourself for Jisung?" he teases, resting his bodyweight on his elbows, looking down at you as you pull his hardened cock out, pumping it slowly in your hand.

"Maybe I just didn't want to take any more seeing since I have no idea where it's been." you spit back, looking up at him as you smirk, your bottom lip in between your teeth as you let a glob of spit escape your lips & fall onto his pretty pink tip. He opens his mouth to respond but you cut his words out of his chest by licking a long strip from just above his base to his tip before letting the tip fall past your lips, suckling on it softly, making him hiss.

You let your tongue swirl against his tip before you begin dipping your head lower, allowing your mouth to take part of his shaft in your mouth too. You are still a bit nervous since it's only your second time sucking cock but Hyunjins words fuel you to prove to him you can take it all, so as he is taking a deep breath out, hand holding your hair out of your face, you force your head down further so over half of his cock is now in your mouth & you hollow your cheeks, making his toes curl & have to consciously try not jerk his hips into your mouth.

"You been practicing y/n? Doing so well, taking it so g-good, so pretty." he groans, lightly slapping your cheeks, feeling his cock through the skin of your cheek, giving him butterflies.

You begin to bob your head up & down his cock as you use your hand to jerk him off in the same rhythm, making his grip in your hair tighter as his groans & hisses get more frequent, making you convinced you're probably leaking your own wetness onto the floor you're situated on.

You let yourself off his cock to catch a breath as you let all the spit that's formed in your mouth get dribbled back onto his cock if it hasn't already fell past your lips & you look up at him with glossy eyes as you pump him at a faster pace, his cheeks blown out & now breathing out his mouth.

"Only practice I've gotten is off the pretty boy I'm looking at right now." you chuckle, honestly having no idea where the confidence is coming from before you blow cold air onto his tip, making him yelp & scrunch his eyes shut before leaning forward to pull you back onto the bed.

"I refuse to cum before fucking you" he mumbles, out of breath as he kisses you again, full of tongue. "Open your mouth." he hushes as he breaks away from your lips, fingers playing with your folds over your panties again, his wet cock against your thigh.

You do as he says & he spits into your mouth, humming as you swallow it, nothing but lust in both of your eyes. "Such a slut deep down, aren't you? You want more? Your hips can't fucking stay still." he chuckles, biting his lip as he looks down at the sight below, your lower half squirming to try get more friction & you just whine.

"Hyune.. Please give me it, don't I deserve it?" You question, seduction tinging your voice & Hyunjin can't stop the feeling of his cheeks & ears going hot, the way you're currently talking making his head spin.

He stands up & pulls you towards the edge of the bed, still laying on your back as he peels off your soiled underwear, your pussy glistening & his mouth waters, deciding to spit right onto your clit, making you whine.

He pushes your legs that little bit further apart before situating himself between them, jerking himself slowly while looking down at you. "How bad do you want it, hmm? tell me how much you want it, pretty." he speaks, not looking away from your pretty face as he hits his tip against your clit, making a tiny, sticky slapping noise. "Hyune I deserve it, want it so much, don't I? Look how wet I am for you." you whine, fingers trailing down to spread your lips, exposing your hole to him.

Hyunjin groans at the action , his cock twitching as he aligns himself up with your entrance. "Say it one more time, didn't quite hear you." he replies, hand caressing the inside of your thigh as he drags his cock up & down your folds. "Hyunjin please just put it in! I need it s-" Your cries are cut off as he pushes his tip past your hole & sheaves into you until his pretty, full & heavy balls are against your skin, making you gasp.

"You're so tight, Jisung not fucking you right?" He asks, trying to sound calm & collected when in reality he is trying to not cum on the spot, your warm, wet walls wrapping around his dick perfectly. "t-stop winding me up hyune, please move." you whine in response, making Hyunjin smirk as he retracts his hips before thrusting back into you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

He sets a slow but powerful pace, small squelching noises & both of your whines & grunts filling not only his bedroom but the entire apartment. "For someone wh-who's such a fu-fuckboy, you're not fucking me l-like one." You struggle but get the words out, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine & it works as he grunts before pushing the backs of your thighs up against your chest before beginning to pound into you, making you squeal.

"You wanna try repeat that for me, hmm? You're saying that as if anyone can fuck you like this but me, your cunt is mine, can't your brain understand that or are you just too much of a whore to only want one dick?" He snaps at you, his hair sticking to his forehead because of the sweat as he abuses your cunt, his thumb reaching down to your cunt, making you yelp & your hips begin meeting his thrusts halfway.

You shake your head but he isn't happy with that response & he grabs your face by the cheeks, forcing you to look up at him as he leans forward. "Words, y/n, where did your boldness go, hmm? Who's pussy is this? Tell m-me." He asks, breath quick & short as he doesn't slow down for even a second, letting out a hiss as you reach up to his back & digging your nails into him on accident, for sure leaving marks later but none of you bothering to care.

"Y-y-yours! Hyun-jin I'ma c-cum." you screech, brain going completely blank, your body almost exploding with sensation. Hyunjin smirks at you before standing upright again, continuing his assault on your swollen cunt. "Cum for me then, show me how good I-I make you feel, Only I can do this for you, can't I? Only I know how to m-make you feel so good, you look so beautiful under me, you need to see." he groans back at you, throwing his head back momentarily before looking back down at you as you cum around his cock, wriggling & squirming as it washes over you, your knuckles going white from the grip you have on his bedsheets.

He fucks you through your orgasm, leaving you breathless before he pulls out. You don't have much time to question it however as he pulls out of you & grabbing your phone off the floor before returning to you.

"Gonna show you how fucking hot you look, It's on your phone so it's just for your eyes, no stress." He says, breathless as he turns on the video option before pressing record & sliding himself back into you, your orgasm forming a white ring around his base.

You clench around his thick cock, partly from overstimulation as he begins pumping into you again, chasing his own release now. The camera is pointed at you so you decide to act up a little, pulling your shirt above your tits, exposing your hardened buds to the camera & cold air of the room, making Hyunjin whine. "Look how beautiful you are y/n, you're anything & everything I could e-ever fucking want, taking me so well, I've t-trained you to take my c-cock so well." he says in a husky voice, his throat now dry as he continues ogling you, looking down at your swollen, reddened pussy, dragging the phone down to let the screen get a good look too, watching it tense & clench around him, making his knees almost buckle.

His eyes widen as your fingers move up to your pretty tits as you begin playing with your own nipples, tugging & pulling on them before raising your fingers to Hyunjins lips & he gladly suckles on them, moaning onto them before you pull them out of his mouth & caress your now spit covered nipples softly.

"You like the c-camera, beautiful? You-you're so dirty, so p-perfect for me. Turn your pretty face to the side, show the camera w-what you let me do to you y/nnie" He groans, his voice high pitched & squeaky & you do as he says instantly, not fully processing what he meant or said as he move the camera upwards, showing the purple marks he has inprinted on your skin.

"G-gonna cum y/n." he forces the words out & before you even realise, you're wrapping your legs around his waist & pulling him towards you. He tosses the phone to the side again before falling onto his elbows on each side of your head & you use the rest of your strength to tilt your head up enough to connect your lip to his neck & you begin pinching the skin of his neck with your teeth & you suck a big purplish red mark into his neck as his own orgasm washes over him.

He melts into your skin as his orgasm fills you, coating your walls & giving you goose bumps. You let him fully lay on you as you softly kiss his neck & earlobe, letting him catch his breath back as you also try relax your own breathing.

You lay like this for a minute or two in complete silence as you now begin playing with Hyunjins wet hair, before tears start leaving your eyes. You begin to sniffle & Hyunjins brain switches itself back on as he pushes his head up from your neck to look at you, now crying.

"Y/nnie, why are you crying? Did I hurt you?" He begins to panic as he moves off of you to start checking you but you sit up too, basically following him as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him back down to you.

"Just stay here f'r a bit, Hyune I'm sorry, I didn't know how upset I would make you." you sniffle, not looking right at him as he looks at your reddened face, his heart hurting. "I'm sorry too, I don't want you to feel insecure, I was being stupid. Can we.. go on a proper date? I know it's not the most romantic time or place to ask but I was n still am serious about only wanting you y/n, I mean it, pinkie swear." He asks you in a soft voice & he holds out his pinkie to you & you can't help but let out a small giggle as you interlock them together then kissing your thumbs before locking in the promise.

"Took you long enough to fucking ask me." You reply as you wipe the tears off your cheeks, reaching up to kiss Hyunjin on the cheek & his already red cheeks get an even darker shade.

"Better late than never, Stay here n I'm gonna get us a drink n we can go for a bath." He kisses your forehead before getting off of you but he takes the time to shuffle you up to his pillows & laying your head on it as he grabs his bed throw & lays you under it so you're not just sitting there, before leaving the room dancing & singing.

"Y/n & Hyunjin sitting in a tree" He sings out loud as he walks around his house & you can't help but laugh. "Stop singing that or I'll change my mind!" You yell & he shuts up instantly (not including the whine of protest he yells back), making you laugh to yourself.

I'm not completely sure I want to do a fourth part to this so in case this is actually the finale, I really hope everyone who has taken the time to read it has enjoyed reading the past 3 parts as much as I enjoyed writing them & thank you for all the kind words! <3

TAGS: @tsunderelino @troublemaker02 @ismokeeweed @lmhcats @isagerada

[withleeknow]

hi lovely!! first off congrats on 1k that's so so awesome and you deserve all that + more truly :( your writing is so tender and so lovey

i would to join in on your little drabble event!!! could you do something for hanji and the song compass by the neighbourhood? that song reminds me of him so so much so i hope you get the vision!! thank you angel and have a beautiful day!! ✮⋆˙

compass.

pairing: producer!jisung x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, hurt/comfort?, fluff, swearing, arson jokes? lmao word count: 1.4k

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

main masterlist / request masterlist / ko-fi

you're always there to help me when i'm down i'm lucky you've been keeping me around you're the star i look for every night when it's dark, you'll stick right by my side

compass - the neighbourhood

"fuck, fuck, fuck!"

the sound of jisung's verbalized frustration draws your attention to his desk and setup in the middle of room, where he's been sitting for the better part of two hours, hunched over the equipment like he often does when he's in the studio.

it's written all over his face just how upset he is that this particular piece he's working on isn't flowing right. the deep furrow between his eyebrows communicates utter displeasure. the clench of his jaw tells you he's angry, and that he's angry at himself for not being able to work through his block.

you abandon your comfortable spot on the couch in favor of pattering over to his side where he's all tensed up like an aggrieved hamster whose body can't contain the annoyance he feels. jisung can be short-tempered sometimes, but you know how to handle him in moments like this.

sliding a hand over his back, you say, "take a little break with me."

he huffs out a breath, eyes still focused on his laptop screen. "i can't afford a break. chan hyung expects this to be done in two days."

"so it's in two whole days. you can leave it for fifteen minutes, it won't kill you."

"but i still have to rework the first verse and figure out what in the fucking hell this second verse is-"

"han jisung," you scold him lightly, to which he instantly shuts up and peers up at you with his big eyes, immediately apologetic when he recognizes his harsh language.

"sorry," he mumbles, "i'm just stressed."

"which is why you need a break. you're not doing anyone any good just sitting here and trying to make your laptop explode with your eyes."

he lets out a pathetic-sounding mewl but he follows you to the couch regardless. jisung knows you're right because you always are. you're the more level headed between the two of you, whereas he's the one who lets his emotions get the better of him sometimes.

before, he would often succumb to his negative feelings. it's hard to keep his cool when nothing seems to go right and there's a deadline on his ass. he'd get so frustrated with his work that sometimes, he would delete whole tracks off his drive only to instantly regret it and spiral even more. he'd take it out on the people around him with his grumpy attitude and misplaced pettiness.

when jisung is overwhelmed, he tends to spin out in all directions. he splinters and drowns in a sea of his own making, constantly being pushed away further and further from shore because he doesn't know how to anchor himself, how to hold on so he wouldn't drift far away. his solution to soothe his anger has always been to give into it, to rip whole pages from notebooks and lock himself in his studio for hours on end until he could plow through the stubborn creative block. it'd often leave him exhausted - emotionally and physically so - and in no better state than he started out with.

jisung accepted this a long time ago - that his way of dealing with his emotions wasn't very healthy, but it was the only way he knew.

that is, until you popped into his world and taught him that people can be lifelines too. falling upon him like a wish that he never realized he was making his whole life.

"what's the matter, baby?" you ask, prompting him to air out his grievances as he lays his head on your chest while you card your fingers through his soft curls. he leans into you instantly, a long sigh escaping his pouty lips. jisung's got a lot of pride, and he would rather die before admitting to anyone that he loves to be babied by you behind closed doors.

he knows the question is just your way of getting him to verbalize all of his pent-up frustration, and not because you're eager to help him traipse through his mind palace and solve whatever dilemma he's having with the track. let's be honest, you never really have a clue what he's talking about, but it helps that you're keen on listening to him even though you can't offer him any valuable insight. more than you could ever know, it does wonders for jisung, just being able to untangle his thoughts and release the mess in his mind.

he could simply just talk to chan, sure, or any of his other friends who work in the industry. but again, his pride is an awful thing sometimes.

you never make him feel like he has prove himself to earn your love and attention, though. around you, jisung feels enough as he is. there's never been any need to toughen up in your presence.

"i just... i can't work with this track. nothing is flowing right. i hate everything i come up with." he rambles on about the things that plague his mind; topline this and beats that - they're really just words to you. you weren't blessed with the same genius in music that jisung was, so you just listen until he's done, until he concludes his tangent with a groan as he nuzzles further into the comfort of your warmth.

"you said that the last time, you know?"

"said what?"

"that everything sucks and you hate it."

"because everything sucks," he whines again, his eyebrows knitted together as he adorns a petulant pout. "and i hate it."

as you play with his fluffy hair, you feel him lean into your touch like it's the very thing that will bring him clarity. in a way, it does. your gentle touch may not give him the answer he needs, but it quiets the static in his mind, drowns out the continuous buzzing that muddles his brain.

"you're too hard on yourself," you say, to which jisung just huffs out a breath in disagreement. "i'm serious. you say this every time but it all still works out in the end. you're so smart, and talented. you shouldn't forget that."

his frown only deepens in response to your words. he knows you're right; things have always turned out fine before. trust the process and all that shit, but he's hot-headed and impatient sometimes, and he doesn't want to endure the stress that often comes with the process. he just wants to get to the finish line.

then, you continue, "remember 13?"

"what about 13?"

"you didn't like it at first either. you were so dramatic about it. but you sucked it up and finished it anyway. you made a hit and nobody could stop talking it. i believe in you. you just need to believe in yourself too."

in complete silence except for the sound of your steady heartbeat in his ears, jisung keeps laying on top of you like a weighted blanket, soaking up your words as a flower would in warm sunlight. of course he remembers 13 and the day he let you listen to the song for the first time. you'd nearly burst into tears in the middle of this studio, pressing kisses all over his face while you gushed over how proud you were of him.

"damn you," he mutters after a while. "why do you have to be so rational?"

"someone's gotta be. if i wasn't here, you probably would've ripped all your hair out, set your keyboard on fire and ran off into the woods."

he shoots up instantly, propping himself on two elbows as he glares at you even though you've got a valid point. it's not that far-fetched of a scenario.

"what?" you tilt your head with a coy smile. "am i wrong?"

jisung stares at you for a quick minute, and it's that very smile you're wearing that mitigates his frustrations and dulls his urge to sabotage his work out of self-inflicted anger. he says nothing at all, just leans down quickly to give you a kiss full of appreciation, despite the way there was a frown tugging on his eyebrows only seconds prior.

"you good now?" you ask, the words coming out a little muffled against his mouth.

if it's with you, then he is. you're the anchor that helps him part his stormy seas. you're the compass that always guides him home. he really doesn't know where he'd be without you, or how he'd manage in times like these if you're not by his side to ground him.

"always good with you around."

all rights reserved © withleeknow. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 24.04.2024]

[jinnie-ret]

Hey can I request something like your heat stroke fic but instead Where reader takes care of Hyunjin when he gets it while she’s on vacation with him and the boys (and they’re dating ofc) he gets like rlly emotional n overwhelmed too and she’s just there for him 💖

too hot to handle

hyunjin x reader

genre: angst, fluff

content warnings: heatstroke, vomiting

word count: 1.3k

summary: your boyfriend unexpectedly gets heatstroke after a day of fun at the beach on your holiday.

Hi! Hope you enjoyed this! If you did be sure to reblog and let me know if you'd like to be added to my taglist! :)

HYUNJIN'S MASTERLIST

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Hwang Hyunjin was simply irresistible, and of course, you knew that. But as the 9 of you relaxed on the beach in the early morning, ready for a chill day, you couldn't help but thirst over him. He looked like something out of a dream. Wet, black hair slicked back from the ocean, as your gaze was fixed to him from your sun lounger, a book in hand.

"Come on, babe! Spend some time with me!" Hyunjin pleaded, shouting with his hands cupped over his mouth.

You jumped slightly, quietly giggling to yourself that you had been caught out, and because of the fact he was openly complaining in front of his members. He was sure to be subject to their teasing.

"I'm taking in the sun! Can't you wait, Jinnie?" you teased, stood up with your toes wiggling into the sand.

You saw his arms immediately flop down, but he was soon dive bombed into the ocean by who you think was Lee Know. It wouldn't surprise you, you've had to save your boyfriend from being cooked in an air fryer multiple times.

It wasn't until around half an hour later, a sun lounger was loudly dragged next to you, disturbing your peace as Hyunjin hovered next to you, hands over his hips.

"You left your poor boyfriend to drown," Hyunjin pouted.

"I told you baby, I was taking in the sun, you should try it," you nonchalantly said, putting on your shades as you relaxed.

"You just want me to stay here so you can admire me, don't you?" he teased, pushing his lounger right next to yours and stretching out, causing you to shut your eyes, even underneath your shades.

"Don't know what you're talking about," you squeaked, ignoring his nudging before he wrapped a wet arm across your middle. "Ew Hyunjin! You're wet!"

"Guys, this is a public beach," Jisung snickered as he walked past, causing the two of you to freeze before bursting into laughter.

"Just lay here with me, yeah?" you looked up at Hyunjin, who had wormed part of his body underneath yours just so that he could hold you.

"Of course baby," Hyunjin brushed back some of your hair before planting a kiss on your forehead, and the two of you fell asleep in the sun, just like that.

Later on in the day you were woken up for some food, Chan and Seungmin were in charge of the BBQ. And after you finally went into the sea, much to Hyunjin's excitement (this man literally chucked you in), you all headed back to the villa you were staying in.

"Hey, Y/N, keep an eye on Jinnie, he seems a bit off," Changbin let you know as he patted your shoulder, and you immediately worried.

"Okay, thank you Changbin!" you nodded thankfully, before speeding up to catch up with Hyunjin, tapping your key card and entering your room.

You analysed his movements carefully, watching as he winced from the feeling of his t-shirt peeling off of his sunburnt back. He slowly went into the bathroom, and you sat on the small sofa in your room, sighing, before you heard a small crash and a groan.

"Jinnie?! Baby?" you went to open the door but he locked it. Why would he lock it? It's just you.

"Mmm, baby," he whimpered, and you could hear him trying to stand up.

"Darling, unlock the door for me, yeah?" you tapped your foot anxiously, and felt a small bit of relief when the door opened, until you saw him curled up, hands clinging onto the toilet seat.

"Hyunjin?!" you wrapped an arm around him, feeling terrified at the state he was in.

"Baby, I, I feel, sick, so hot," he panted, small tears running down his face and he was shaking in your arms.

"Oh, Jinnie, it's ok, I've got you, ummmm," you panicked, not knowing what to do until you stood and started running some cold water over a cloth.

"I'm... Scared, feel dizzy," he cried, and as you pressed the cold cloth to his back, you ran your fingers through his hair trying to soothe him.

But really, you had no idea what you were doing.

"Baby, I'm just going to go for a sec, I'm gonna grab my phone, okay?" you winced as you told him, standing up slowly.

"No, no, don't, I can't," he whimpered, and you rubbed his back soothingly even more.

"Oh Jinnie, I'll be 2 seconds, literally, I promise you, okay?" you hushed him, as you dashed out and grabbed your device, immediately back by your boyfriend's side. "See, Jinnie, told you, I'm right here. Bet you didn't even notice me gone, huh?"

"No," he simply said, body swaying slightly even from where he was sat by the toilet, and you began to feel more concerned, his answers were becoming shorter.

You rang the first person you could think of to help in this situation. Chan.

"Chan? Can you come into our room? Please, Hyunjin isn't feeling well, I think he's caught the sun- oh!" you paused in your rambles as Hyunjin began to throw up. "You're okay babe, it's ok... Chan please help I don't know what to do!"

"Ok, love, ok Y/N I'm coming through now," Chan said gently yet speedily as he hung up and you could hear his footsteps rushing into your room.

"Please help, Chan, he's really hot and I don't know what to do," you finally let yourself panic as Chan was here to help now.

"It's fine, you've done a great job so far, yeah?" Chan nodded at you as he sat down on the bathroom floor on the other side of Hyunjin. "Jinnie? You done?"

Your boyfriend weakly nodded.

Any other time, you would have made the joke that the Red Lights duo are what is too hot to handle, but clearly it was the sun for Hyunjin that had done him in.

"Y/N, let's lay him down in bed," Chan gestured you to help walk Hyunjin to bed, and you laid him down above the duvet, Chan placing a cloth on his forehead as you sat next to him, leg nervously bopping up and down on the floor.

"I didn't know what to do, he'll be ok, right?" you bit your lip worriedly, and even though he was the one feeling unwell, you didn't miss the way Hyunjin lightly strokes his hand over you leg to comfort you.

"He will be, we'll just keep an eye on him for now in case he gets worse, but he's already doing better I think," Chan nodded at you, looking you in the eye to make sure you were listening to what he was saying.

Half an hour had passed, and Hyunjin was more talkative now, still feeling a bit weak and hot, but the nausea seemed to have passed.

"Thanks Hyung, you know what Y/N can be like," Hyunjin joked as Chan chuckled too.

"I can see you're already feeling better, let me know if you need anything else," Chan smiled, before leaving the two of you alone.

"You don't have to worry anymore baby," Hyunjin rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand.

"You know I always do," you kissed his hand that rested over yours. "Plus, I should be comforting you, not the other way around."

"You've already done that my love, come on, let's cuddle," Hyunjin offered a small smile, slowly moving his arm outwards to welcome you into his embrace.

"Don't be silly, you'll get too hot," you frowned, not wanting him to feel worse.

"You never turn down my cuddles, are you sure you're feeling okay, my dear?" he sighed, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Okay, forget what I said," you shuffled into his arms and traced patterns on his stomach.

"What are you drawing, baby?" Hyunjin fondly smiled after a second.

"A rose," you smiled innocently.

"It doesn't feel like a rose," he giggled.

"Well you're going to have to keep guessing then," you laughed, and you both spent the rest of the evening relaxing, where you'd occasionally damp the cloth again to keep Hyunjin's temperature down. It was a stressful day, but you were just happy and relieved he was feeling much better now.

tagged: @skz-streamer @kiraisastay @hannahhbahng @backintomykpopphaseagain @sakufilms @hanjiquokkaaa @arloo00 @dunno-wut-to-do @splat00z

[myjisung]

stray kids : how they would act when jealous !

content. skz ot8, gn!reader, jealousy, established relationship, healthy dynamics ( or at least i think so ) — angst & fluff.

warning. none

wordcount. 1,1k

a/n. part two of this post i made last year :-)

bang chan ( 방찬 )

he would be annoyed but, even if you tried, you would not even be able to tell. chan is one to find his jealousy bothersome and sometimes a shameful. though it barely happens—chan is pretty secure in your relationship—he cannot help but get too far in his own head sometimes.

as confident as he would like to appear to you, some insecurities remain at the back of his mind and they double in size whenever someone expresses any kind of romantic interest toward you. he is flattered, of course, yet he still gets himself to the point of overthinking and would start comparing himself to that other person.

there is one thing that helps him get over his jealousy. however, he tries not to get to the point where he needs it because it makes him feel small. yet, sometimes, he just has to do it. chan would need reassurance to get over it.

lee know ( 리노 )

when minho feels jealous, you simply would not even see him until he gets over his own feelings. it happens from time to time and you most definitely recognize the pattern. everytime he gets in his own head, minho would step out—maybe go on a walk or a random errand to get away for a bit and find a way to make his jealousy stop. these outings range from one hour to three hours long, depending on how awful he feels.

you would not hear from him until he has gotten rid of his jealous feelings. minho would not talk about it on his own but if you were to question him, he would tell you pretty much anything you were curious about. from what made him feel this way to whether or not he was angry, minho is not shy to let you know.

"i'm not angry. rather i'm feeling sorry because i didn't tell you about this earlier. just needed some time to not feel terrible anymore, that's it."

changbin ( 창빈 )

though the type to adress any issue immediately, changbin turns silent when he feels jealous. he cannot help it, he would rather zip it than say something he does not mean. instead, changbin keeps it down and gives himself space to process his feelings and reason them.

he is confident, he does not feel threatened or anything of the sort. he just hates feeling this way. he finds jealousy ugly on him and would do anything to get rid of it before you figured out what had gotten to him.

if you were to adress it however, changbin is quick to admit he is feeling jealous. actually, talking about it helps tremendously. he would still be quiet after you both had a conversation and you assured him that nothing was going on but, he feels better and will come around to it.

hyunjin ( 현진 )

oh he is pissed. not at you, he would never, hyunjin knows his jealousy is no one's responsibility but his own. he works through it by himself but if it were to happen in public, he would not be able to hide it from his face.

if some guy were to approach you despite hyunjin having his arm lazily wrapped around your waist, he would 100% be glaring at him. hyunjin is a pro at throwing nasty looks and he would not shy away from doing it. if the same guy were to insist on trying to chat you up, hyunjin might speak up ( with a smile, of course ). he trusts you and he knows he barely has anything to worry about but, it's the audacity of some people that would get to him.

"look buddy, they're too polite to say anything but they're not interested. how about you get lost somewhere?"

han ( 한 )

the type to get a little snappy. jisung knows it's bad and he never means to turn that way yet he does. it's not like he gets jealous that often either but when he does, it overwhelms him so much he tends to let it control his mouth a little. because of that, jisung would tend to distance himself and stay quiet when he feels that way.

the type to drown himself in work or one of his hobbies so he does not have to think about it. if you were to come find him and try to make him talk about what was going on, jisung would shut you down very quickly and regret it instantly.

"listen, i'm sorry. it's just. i've got a lot on my mind and- it's nothing you did or- it's just. i've got to deal with it on my own."

felix ( 필릭스 )

casually jealous guy. felix knows it's silly to feel the way he does, which is why he often manages to talk himself out of it without much trouble. sometimes, however, it's a little much and he tends to internalize it. felix would be a little moody but simply pout and sigh a lot.

he is very obvious about it too but believes it's not the case. so, whenever you ask him whether something is wrong he would be genuinely surprised.

"what do you mean? everything is fine and dandy..."

"yeah you're not fooling me with the 'dandy' thing, you only ever say that when you're jealous."

"well he commented on your post again and he's being super weird!! not my fault."

seungmin ( 승민 )

suuuuuuuper crabby! it's almost ridiculous. what's even worse is that seungmin would pretend all is well but still keep his answers as short as possible and not reciprocate any of your silliness—and boy is that worrying. seungmin knows it's bad to act this way and he also knows he is better than this but sometimes, his feelings get the best of him.

once he is better however, he would immediately apologize. seungmin would not keep on pretending he is fine and would tell you he was dealing with big feelings. he might not admit to feeling jealous let alone tell you why that was. however, he would say sorry and definitely make it up to you.

i.n ( 아이엔 )

jeongin does not know what to do with his jealousy. the feelings consume him slowly and give him a stomach ache. the word JEALOUS would be written all over his face in big bold letters yet, for his sake, you would pretend not to be aware. you know jeongin is self conscious about how often he gets jealous and would rather you do not see it.

if you were to be honest, however, he is too obvious about it. jeongin's eyebrows would be knitted in worry and his lips pursed in a pout he kept trying to erase from his face. not only that, jeongin gets clingy. he's holding your hand and hugging you tighter than usual all while breathing loudly and sighing every few minutes. you do not point it out and he is thankful for it. a few hours later jeongin is ready to go again, jealousy long forgotten.

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[yongbokkk]

by the waters, part 1

pairings: lee know x m!reader

genre: fluff, mermaid au

a/n: hi im back i think... my apologies

stray kids had been waiting forever for their vacation, so they decided to spend all their peaceful time on an island. not many people were touring and the water was still fresher than ever. not to mention, the nature here looked amazing.

the eight of them have already gone to their chosen rooms, beginning to unpack. minho went to the balcony to stare at the scenery, the ocean waves crashing into each other as the water sparkled.

jisung came up to him, "yah, i bet you there's a mermaid out there." he leaned on the glass fence, joining minho.

"mermaids? you're crazy." minho shook his head.

"can't be always wrong." the younger one lightly gasped, "how about you drown, and then a mermaid would come and save you!" he teased.

"you want me to die or something? it's so unlikely they exist, it's just a fairy tale." minho kept denying.

"hmm, okay, believe whatever you want ~" jisung waved him goodbye and went back inside the house.

the older sighed, before heading back in since it was getting late.

it was the morning, and minho went out for a long stroll outside on the island. the breeze was cold but very refreshing. this island was such a good pick for them.

the brunette found two stray cats, which was weird for them to be here. nonetheless, he fed and played with them for almost an hour.

it was a struggle for him to not scoop the kittens up and adopt them, he felt bad he had to leave the two cuties. minho eventually got bored and decided to go fishing, not the best, but he liked to try.

minho went by the waters with a fishing rod, he tied the hook on with the fish bait and threw it into the water.

After a few minutes of waiting, there was a huge tug on the string. he must've caught a big one, he'll definitely tell this to the members.

but as he was pulling it up, streams of crimson blood were found at the surface of the water. did the fish bleed that much?

he was wrong, it wasn't a fish he had caught.

minho's eyes widened as he pulled up a bleeding man, with fishtails for legs.

jisung was right, mermen and mermaids were real.

minho panicked, watching the person hiss at the hook painfully attached to his skin. he couldn't just sit there in shock, he needed to do something.

he quickly unwrapped the scarf that was on his neck, rushing to the merman. minho carefully took the hook out and wrapped the scarf around the boy's bleeding arm.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry..." minho kept apologizing for hurting the person, but all the merman did was stare at the human.

finally, he took the time to look at the merman, and boy, he was the most beautiful thing minho's eyes ever laid down on.

"it's okay, you didn't mean it. right?" the merman was unsure whether to trust the human or not.

"never in my life will i hurt anyone intentionally." he finished tying the scarf around the arm securely, "..are you fine with getting medical help?" he looked around, trying to see if he could find anyone.

"no! don't let them discover me!" the merman sounded scared and nervous. minho understood and dropped calling for help.

"how are we gonna patch that up, then?" he questioned, pointing at the deep wound underneath the cloth.

"the water helps me heal, it'll take a while but you don't have to worry." the h/c put a reassuring smile, which the dancer found ethereal.

"ah, alright." minho was still shocked that he had witnessed a real-life merman, he thought it was all a fairy tale. "do you have a name?"

"y/n, what about yours?" y/n's mesmerizing eyes sparkled in minho's view.

"minho." he smiled, wanting this moment to last forever.

"...promise you won't tell anyone about me?" y/n practically begged, making a stern and serious face.

"of course, i wouldn't tell the world."

minho kept his word and never told anyone about the encounter. when they asked about the missing scarf, he made the excuse of accidentally leaving it somewhere.

jisung wasn't that convinced, he couldn't have just left the scarf somewhere.

"i don't believe you, bet you left it in someone's bedroom." jisung smirked suggestively, making minho scrunch in disgust.

"no, i'm telling the truth." he rolled his eyes, returning back to cooking for the members.

"have you seen a mermaid yet?" jisung asked, catching minho off guard as he made a cut in his fingers with the knife.

"ow!" minho hissed. "l-like i said, mermaids don't exist." he said, causing jisung to sigh loudly.

after eating a delicious meal, all eight of them went to their bedrooms for slumber, except for minho.

his mind was stuck on a certain merman from earlier, he still couldn't believe there were actually living mer-creatures, and that he was lucky enough to meet one.

that next day, minho told the members that he'd be going for another walk again. they didn't care much but to wish him safe.

well, his heart had other intentions. he found himself sitting on the tough but comfortable rock, staring off at the far sea, waiting for y/n's arrival.

since it was unplanned, it was very unlikely for him to show up. so why did minho feel the need to come by?

he waited, and waited, to the point where the said 'walk' he told the other members was now considered a lie. minho slightly had his hopes up for the beautiful creature to pop up.

seeing as it has been almost an hour, he was bound to give up. minho stood up from his seat on the rock, but before he could turn away, the water sparkled.

he was there.

[backtoyuta]

I'm Mr Brightside

Han Jisung fluffy College au

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There are some facts in this world that you can’t deny; the sky is blue, the grass is green, and you and Han Jisung had a chemistry that couldn’t be ignored.

When your friend had first introduced you to her cute, freckled boyfriend and his wild bunch of friends, you were a little intimidated. Their loudness and exuberance had caught you off guard and you could’ve cried when she and Felix had left you to go to the convenience store, paying no mind to how awkward you felt with these new people.

However, you really needn’t have worried. Whilst you were sat there clutching your can of drink and pretending to look busy on your phone, a boy with rounded cheeks and brown doe eyes had sidled into the seat next to you and before you knew it- friendship was born.

Jisung was an incredible friend to have around, he was fucking funny, for a start. He also could be very sensitive when need be, and you and his introverted self gelled so well that you naturally just gravitated towards each other.

When your friends had coerced you into joining them clubbing after having pre-drinks in yours and your friend’s apartment, it was Jisung who stayed sat in the booth with you, chatting over cheap drinks and plotting how you would get the others to call it a night and go get a MacDonald’s.

When you were drowning in the horrendous amount of work your tutor had set you with a deadline due in a matter of hours, it was Jisung who stayed up with you, finding sources for you to cite, organising your notes and coming up with ridiculous ways to lengthen your sentences so you would reach the word count.

When your family pet had passed away, it was Jisung who surprised you by coming over with food, a movie and a “manly shoulder to cry on” which you snorted at, accepting all the gifts graciously before allowing Jisung to take you to the local animal shelter to pet some puppies and grieve for a little bit.

Jisung was amazing, but you can imagine his horror when he found out you had a boyfriend.

Said boyfriend had been left at home while you studied away at university, and Jisung couldn’t deny that he was absolutely sickened. Thus far, it had been an unspoken consensus that you and Jisung were bound to get together at some point. Afterall, you were the one he always scouted the room for at parties, you were the one he went the extra mile for on the daily, and you were the one he was constantly thinking about when you weren’t in the same room.

You can imagine the horror when Jisung swung by your apartment as part of a routine and walked in on you face timing your boyfriend. He couldn’t hide the sneer on his face when he observed how disinterested he was when you were sat in front of his screen, or how he interrupted you when you spoke. After that day, Jisung found himself becoming a little sulky around you and listening to Heartbreak Girl by 5SOS perhaps a little too often. You would often be comforting him or trying to draw him out of his shell, but you never knew for what reason because he would never tell you.

A new dynamic had settled in your group. Jisung liked you, you liked Jisung- this was common knowledge. However, you couldn’t ignore the tension in the room when the boyfriend was brought up. You may have just mentioned him in passing, occasionally you would have an argument or two that came with the long distance, but Minho’s eyes would flicker to Jisung’s concernedly while the blonde boy tried to remain unbothered.

“sounds like an ass to me.” Minho piped; his face full of mirth while you got flustered.

“He’s not… he’s just weird like that.” You had attempted to defend, though it was true, he could be a bit of an arse sometimes. Despite the truth in Minho’s words, it was to a certain someone’s dismay that it didn’t appear that you would be breaking up with this arsey boyfriend of yours any time soon.

Though it was painful, Jisung had been raised right, plus he wanted to maintain a good friendship with you at the very least. He had perfected hiding his emotions to a tee and reigned in the heart eyes out of respect for your relationship. As time had progressed you both got closer, a sort of chemical imbalance occurring as it was obvious yours and Jisung’s chemistry overrode yours and your boyfriends completely.

How about that time during movie night at Jisung’s apartment? The flat he shared with his seven other roommates was at max capacity with you and your best friend there too and it was at Jeongin’s request that you watch all the Woman in Black movies in succession. Having never been a fan of horror, and nor was Jisung, it wasn’t long until you felt your phone vibrate with a text while Jisung tried to look as though he wasn’t shitting his pants from across the room.

J: you wanna watch toy story in my room upstairs?

Y/N: I would very much enjoy that.

J: nice

It was Seungmin that had eventually excused himself to use the bathroom, which was where he thought he would find you after you made your great escape, but instead the glow of Jisung’s laptop catching his attention through the door that was ajar and You got a friend in me wafting from the room. You maintained a friendly distance in Jisung’s bed, the blanket was warm, but the heat Jisung radiated was warmer, you couldn’t help but feel the itch to tuck yourself into his side- like a couple would. Seungmin figured he’d tease you both for being pussies later, something was telling him that he should leave you both be in the bubble you created.

There was that other time you were sat in the boys’ kitchen close to midnight, your best friend listening intently with Chris and Felix while you bitched about your boyfriend over the kitchen table.

“So, remind me what he did again?” Chris questioned exasperatedly; his head tilted in your direction while you huffed into your mug of tea.

“You know that video I posted of Jisung on my story?” You elaborated, Chris and Felix’s heads nodding in unison as they thought back to the clip you had taken of the two of you. Like mature young adults, you and the others had been bored and tired of classes and thought it would be fun to let off some steam in the deserted play park at eleven ‘o clock at night. It was Felix who had suggested a game of sardines in the dark and eerie play area, and you and Jisung thought you were geniuses by hiding in the giant plastic slide. Not only had the boys and your best friend taken ages to find you and congregate in the same slide- while Chris was left scratching his head and scouring the park to find you all, but you had also taken some pretty hilarious videos of Jisung in the tube, reading the vile graffiti that teens had written in sharpie on the inside and at one point him losing a shoe in the confined space.

“Yeah, he was pissed at Jisung for literally no reason.” You vented, taking a sip of your drink and cringing at how the fun memory had turned sour because of your petty boyfriend.

“Pissed how?” Felix asked, curious about what he could possibly have had to say about one of his closest friends. With your back to the living area, you didn’t hear the soft pad of Jisung’s socked feet entering the room, you just continued to explain your tiff before Chris or Felix could say anything.

“He was saying stuff like: “Why are you always so close with Jisung? You always laugh with Jisung, you never laugh like that with me, you’re always so awkward with me now- blah, blah, blah.” You finished, rolling your eyes. You’d feel more sympathetic towards your boyfriend’s insecurities if they weren’t so irrational. He’d met Jisung on facetime enough times and hadn’t said a word then, plus he was acting like you should be totally friendless and unhappy so long as he wasn’t there to make you laugh. You couldn’t help that being with Jisung was so seamless, his charisma and humour complimented yours almost a little too well.

“I don’t know…” You sighed, still ignorant to the figure behind you, “… maybe don’t tell Jisung, I don’t want him to get all weird about it.” You finished, finally looking up to meet the eyes of the two boys who were staring at something straight over your head.

As soon as you saw the way that Chris fought the laugh that was etching onto his face, and how your best friend was looking like a deer caught in headlights, you just knew. You turned to face the blonde properly, he was dressed in sweats and a loose t-shirt, seemingly roused from his sleep and you couldn’t help but coo internally at his ruffled hair and awkward expression at what he heard. You had tried to mollify the situation, babbling explanations and telling him to not worry about your ass-hat of a boyfriend but you had no idea what was going on in Jisung’s head. He knew it was a little petty, but he couldn’t help but preen at his ego being groomed at the thought of despite knowing you for less than half the time your boyfriend had known you, the laugh that made his serotonin shoot was a laugh that you reserved for only him; and he was the one you weren’t awkward around.

****

“I’ll be down in a sec!” You yelled to your friend from your dorm room. It was 11:30 at night, late for a school night, but early in the evening you had planned. You weren’t a massive fan of the uni clubbing scene; more often than not, you were more likely to stay for the pre drinks and wave off your drunken friends out the door, but tonight you had made a promise to at least try and enjoy yourself. You gulped down the last of the vodka lemonade you had been nursing while adding the last touches to your makeup. It was impossible not to cringe at the burning taste of the liquor, but you’d do anything to get yourself sufficiently drunk tonight. It was a delicate balance; with the right alcohol, the right people and the right music you could have an amazing time- if anything out of those things were off, you’d be whining to go home in no time at all.

You put little emphasis on the right people, you had no doubt that the group of boys your friend had introduced you to were the right people to go out with- loud as hell and all with a lust for life that was infectious. You felt warm at the thought of seeing Jisung, despite seeing him most days, you knew he’d be the Clyde to your Bonnie tonight… If Bonnie and Clyde were notorious introverts, and not, ya know… murderers.

You could already hear the base of the grimy music thumping, and the yells and whoops of the boys from the communal kitchen. The LEDs that were lazily hung by one of your roommates flashed and changed and made the corridor look disorientating until your eyes adjusted, and you strolled your way to your friends with your empty cup in hand- eager for a refill.

Your friend greeted you animatedly from the entryway, Felix in tow as per usual, she spoke quickly about mixer in the fridge and how you would be leaving for the club at half past twelve at the earliest. You were only half paying attention, you could see in your periphery Jisung’s cute round face from his perch on the kitchen stool, his hands holding his phone but his doe eyes watching your form intently. In a matter of seconds, your eyes were making contact with his and you smiled warmly. You could see from his hunched figure and severe lack of a drink that he was feeling a little out of his depth- you knew the feeling all too well and wasted no time to stroll over to him with two cups in hand.

***

Jisung knew he was being obvious, try as he might to be subtle, it was impossible not to gawp at your figure clad in a cute dress and your ankle boots, gorgeous as ever and a little rough around the edges. He couldn’t help it, your presence was always a huge comfort to him, you were the best person to seek refuge with when he went through spells of anxiety and you were his favourite shoulder to cry on. He couldn’t supress the smile that crept on his face when you noticed his figure, both of you sharing a knowing smile when you grabbed two cups from the side and made your way over.

“Boy looks like he needs a drink,” you teased playfully, slinking up to his rigid body and swiftly twisting the cap off the bottle of vodka that was in reaching distance.

“You know me too well.” Jisung answered back, the undertone of an inside joke lingering around you. You were both cut from the same cloth; pretty much being forced to go out to the club when it was a mutual understanding that you’d just rather- not?

After sloshing a shot of vodka in the cup, you cracked open a new can of Redbull and split it between the two of you, chuckling at Jisung’s cringed out expression after taking a brave gulp of the concoction. Yeah, it was strong, but the key to survival and making the most of these kinds of nights was to get at least sufficiently tipsy. Worst case was that the alcohol never hit you and you would spend a sobering time circulating the smoking area, photobooth and seating area with your platonic other half.

The pre-drinks continued smoothly, a game of ring of fire ensuing whilst you were in an animated conversation with Jisung about your “game plan” for night.

“You know Changbin had nearly a whole bottle of wine before we got here, he won’t last the whole night.” Jisung attested, the both of you observing the boy laugh loudly while simultaneously trying to chat up one of your roommates.

“God, he’ll be sick before 3am, he’s drinking a desperado…” You gaped horrified, Jisung laughing before the severity of the situation hit him.

“Crap… I don’t really want to peel him off the kitchen floor again, he nearly vommed on my shoes last time.” The blonde shuddered at the memory. You just ruffled his hair affectionately, Changbin was a big boy, and you felt comforted when you noticed the watchful eye of Chris observing him from across the kitchen island; Changbin was in good hands.

The following hour flew by, you and Jisung making what you thought were accurate predictions on how you thought the night was going to go down based on your drunken friends. When it was time to grab your little cropped denim jacket and your purse, it was just shy of one in the morning, and you all began the small trek to the nearest club.

It didn’t escape your notice how close you were when you walked. Occasionally Jisung would stick an arm out and draw your waist closer to him when a stranger walked past, your hands brushing against each other’s in a frustrating game of will they or won’t they hold hands. Just as you were coming to the club’s entrance, your phone rang, and you couldn’t hold back the urge to roll your eyes. You shouldn’t have told your boyfriend you were going out tonight, he had choice words about it earlier and no doubt did he have choice words about it now.

“You could just not answer him.” Jisung mused gently, both of you joining the back of the queue and watching your phone light up with the call. Not wanting the impending argument to roll over to tomorrow you answered anyway, chuckling at Jisung and giving yourself some space while you had a conversation.

“You would love that, wouldn’t you?” Jeongin teased quietly, only so he and Jisung could hear. A swift jab to the ribs was what caused Jeongin to squawk, and then cease his tormenting. Jisung’s attention was recaptured by you; your inability to hide your expressions coming to the forefront when he caught sight of your scowl that was illuminated by the street- light that loomed above you.

“I can’t believe you went out anyway.” You boyfriend lectured, annoying as ever.

“I don’t know why you expect me to just sit around all day and do nothing? I want to have some fun for fucks sake-” You replied angrily, your temper quickly reaching a peak.

“You’re at a club! How do I know you’re not gonna neck it on with every guy there?!”

“It’s not my problem you’re feeling insecure… just leave me alone.” You quipped back, causing a chorus of “Oooohhhhs” from Chris and Changbin at your verbal take down. You were trying really hard not to giggle; this wasn’t a good time.

“Yeah, well, what do you expect? You’re always with that other guy how do you expect me to feel? Is he there now?” You glanced at Jisung anxiously, not really wanting to lie, but you knew what your boyfriend wanted to hear. “Well? Is he, or isn’t he?” Your boyfriend continued to put pressure on you, making you squirm.

“Well… yes, he is, but what’s that got to do with anything?” You huffed dejectedly, already hearing the loud sigh from the other side of the line.

“Just go home Y/N, have someone else walk you home or something, just go home before I get really mad.”

“I want to have fun, you can get really mad for all I care,” and you hung up with a flourish. Looking back up, you couldn’t supress the laugh at watching Felix pretend to drop a mic, the others jeering at you standing up to your dick of a boyfriend. You got back in line with Jisung, trying to shake off your pissy mood so as not to ruin your night.

“He really hates me, doesn’t he?” Jisung muttered, fiddling with one of his bracelets anxiously.

“You don’t mind him Jisung,” you comforted, “He hates everything with a penis.” You tried to joke to take the edge off. He did laugh though, so it kind of worked. Finally, you got the front of the line, presenting your IDs to the bouncer before making your way inside the illuminated building, your heart already vibrating from the loud music.

****

The club was an absolute mess in the best way. Choosing a highlight wasn’t easy- however at one point your friend had captured the attention of someone who was not Felix. You were fully prepared to go over there and snatch her back with no questions asked but watching Felix Mc Hammer his way over to reclaim his girlfriend was much more entertaining. Your pre-drinking had worked a charm, you weren’t off your face, but you definitely felt a lot looser than you normally would and as did Jisung, even daring to join the others on the main dancefloor at one point. You were never a sexy dancer, but that wasn’t the vibe anyway with the 2000’s hits the DJ was playing, and you couldn’t be happier to get groovy with Jisung to Jennifer Lopez and Pitbull or absolutely losing it over Avril Lavigne.

The mood was high by the time you finally decided to leave, your heart set on putting your pyjamas on and ordering a McDonalds before calling it a night. You clung to Jisung absentmindedly, the drinks you had consumed in the club making you wobble and sway with every step. You had been right about Changbin by the way; you knew it was your cue to leave when he announced he had vomited in the club toilets, a defeated look gracing his features.

You didn’t feel too great either, but the nausea in your stomach wasn’t caused by the alcohol. Your boyfriend had called back a couple of times, probably fuming at your last conversation, but for the sake of everyone enjoying the night out Minho had tugged the phone from your hands and promptly switched it off before handing it back. You couldn’t help but worry though, the inevitable wrath you’d have to deal with came closer with every minute that ticked by.

Finally, you stumbled back into your student apartment, eight boys, your best friend and a couple of your other roommates in tow, all ready to collapse into the living room and demolish some fast food. You excused yourself to your room to shed your jacket and shoes, your body failing you quickly when opening the door. Luckily, you had waiting arms to steady you, Jisung pushing the heavy door for you and following in behind, his stance looking a little wavy as he too- was very drunk.

“God, he’s gonna be so pissed at me…” You said to no one in particular, flinging yourself onto your bed. Jisung followed suit, the sound of your door clicking shut as he settled beside you and let his gaze fall to the photos and polaroids you had decorated your pin board with. He couldn’t help but feel his confidence inflate a little as he observed that a photo you had taken with your boyfriend had been covered up almost entirely by the pictures you had taken in a photobooth from a different night out with him. The four pictures were undeniably adorable, his favourite being the one where you both finally figured out where to look and both of your giant smiles taking the focal point, the other be the one where you were laughing, and Felix and your best friend had poked their heads into the curtain to photobomb you. Jisung took up an awful lot of your photos, from the slightly awkward smiles from when you first met each other to the shameless silly faces you pulled from the last time you had your camera out. Surely, there had to be a reason, subconsciously or not, why Jisung’s picture shrouded the person’s that you were supposed to be dating.

“Why are you still with him?” Jisung quizzed bravely, his drunkenness making him more confident. There was a sudden change in atmosphere, the air around you became thick with tension at the softness of his voice. You both knew he wasn’t just asking out of curiosity, there was a clear subliminal and unanswered question; why aren’t you with me?

“I… don’t know.” You answered honestly, your voice sounding so unsure as you flipped onto your side to face the boy properly. You propped your head up with your hand, your mind still swimming with intoxication as Jisung looked to you properly too. His hair was pushed from his face, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes bloodshot. He looked hot tonight, his light denim jacket and white T-shirt and jeans a simple outfit, but of course he made it look like a runway outfit effortlessly. “It’s not easy… breaking up with someone, we’ve been together a long time.” You explained softly. It hurt, to watch the disappointment cloud his eyes, so much so, that you stood swiftly to shed more of your accessories in order to distract yourself from the conversation at hand. It didn’t seem like Jisung was having it though, being the polite and gracious boy he was, he normally would’ve left the conversation at that, but being drunk and in his feels was spurring on a different side of him tonight.

“It could be though…” Jisung stood just as you turned to face him, your new close proximity catching you off guard and causing you to stumble back. “… I don’t want to upset you, but it’s not fair… he’s an ass.” He emphasised the last word deliberately, to which you couldn’t bring yourself to disagree. Jisung wasn’t much taller than you, but in this moment, with his newly found confidence he seemed to tower you, your figure shrinking in the small space. You took a step back, though you were mad at your boyfriend- you weren’t a cheater, but that resolve was becoming weaker and weaker as Jisung took a step closer to shrink the gap you had made wider. “I don’t want to do the cringe speech where I say how much better I am... but I don’t want to be with anyone else.” He took another step, and you took one back. Your dorm room was tiny, and it didn’t take much until you were entrapped by the wall and the boy in front of you. It wasn’t that you were uncomfortable, thrilled was probably the better word for it. Equally terrified and equally excited, you low-key loved this part of Jisung- but you didn’t want to be disloyal either.

You couldn’t think of the words to argue, because your argument was void. Jisung had every right to feel like he was the better guy for you… because he was. It was a tad daunting at how self-aware he was but any fool could see it. The air was so hot and thick between you, your words kept falling off the tip of your tongue as you attempted to rationalise your feelings, ultimately failing each time.

“You make me so happy; I’ve never met anyone like you… I don’t think I’ll ever meet anyone like you again.” He continued, taking one, final, baby step closer. You couldn’t have been any more than a couple of inches apart, his breath warm as it fanned against your face and it made your stomach flip.

“You’re drunk…” You tried, the last-ditch effort to deter the boy in front of you.

“So are you… plus they say drunk words are sober thoughts…” He trailed off almost cheekily, a dark chuckle sounding as his eyes fell down to your lips, his tongue poking out to wet his own in anticipation.

“Jisung…” You muttered, already knowing full well where this was going.

“…Just say no, if you want me to stop.” He murmured, his head dipping closer and closer to yours by the second.

Whilst your conscious was screaming at you to say no, push him away, slam the door on him, literally anything to stop what was about to happen from happening, you just didn’t care. Jisung’s lips were light on your own, first dipping down to kiss you experimentally, his hair tickling your forehead and hands wrapping around your waist lightly, before going back in with new fervour.

The only way you could explain the feeling was pure relief. The way he kissed you with both passion and a tenderness was something you could never experience with your boyfriend. Obviously, a part of this felt so wrong, but a huge part felt so right. The hand that slid around your side and the other that came to tangle in your hair had you fitting together like puzzle pieces. It took a minute for your subconscious to overlap your moral compass, but when it finally did, Jisung sighed contently at the feeling of you kissing him back with equal emotion. The taste of liquor remained on both of your tongues, your bodies equally warm from drunkenness and it made the room feel stifling. Only when Jisung had begun to tug and push your jacket from your shoulders, the movement of his head feeling like it had every intention of pressing the most searing kisses to the newly exposed skin, that you felt like you had to stop.

You pulled away stiffly, your body language evidently moving against its will. Your head fell back against the wall with a dull thump, your breathing slightly laboured as you let the silence and tension speak for itself. Welp, it was official. You had cheated on your boyfriend, to some degree… Shit.

“I’m sorry…” The boy in front of you muttered, his cosy embrace already slipping off from around you, making you feel cold and empty.

“Me too.” You whispered back, your head hanging. It didn’t need to be said, you both knew that no one, other than the two people in the room would ever know about what just happened. Jisung sniffed, shrugging his shoulders back in an attempt at getting himself together before pushing his sweaty hair from his face.

“I’m gonna go, order some food…” He spoke in a tone that was supposed to feel casual. You just nodded, allowing him to leave the room and walk down the corridor to join the others in the living area.

Jisung knew it was a mistake to kiss you, not because of your boyfriend, but because he knew in his heart that if he kissed you once he would inevitably want to kiss you again. Not knowing what it would feel like was one thing but knowing that it sent his heart into an addictive over drive, his nerves charging with electricity was something else. In short, he felt like an idiot; it already sucked enough to be the guy that everyone knew was in love with a girl that he couldn’t have, what sucked even more was that he knew for sure now that you liked him back. However, he was far too used to acting like he was unbothered, a skill he never thought he would have to utilise so much- until he met you. He had perfected the art of playing Mr Brightside, and no matter how sick to his stomach it made him feel to see you remain with the D-bag that was your boyfriend, he still had the ability to be a genuine and supportive friend.

****

Maybe it was more obvious to an outsider, but you weren’t dumb. It was clear that the longer you stayed away from your boyfriend the more your relationship broke down. A part of you was telling you to keep persevering because all relationships have their struggles, but another part was telling you to just dump his ass. You were more inclined to listen to the latter; unsurprisingly, the kiss you shared with Jisung had stuck with you for weeks. In the shower, eating breakfast, trying to catch up on work, any given moment your brain was occupied with the memory of his hands in your hair and the brush of his lips. Quite honestly, the most hot and heavy moment you had ever experienced in your life- not once had the guy you were in a committed relationship with kissed you with so much passion. You had attempted to actively avoid the boy for a couple of days, but it all just seemed redundant when he was living rent-free in your mind anyway. He didn’t need to be there physically; you were a mess either way.

Being the person that you were, you didn’t think to announce to all of your friends when the deed had been done. Looking back, the breakup itself had taken a bit of beating around the bush to finally come out with it, and a huge amount of explaining that you weren’t dumping him solely for Jisung. At the end of the day, he just wasn’t the one, and you had to assure to him and yourself that you were doing this for you and only you. Of course, you were quite saddened by how things had worked out, but the overwhelming feeling of freedom had eclipsed that after a day or two of moping around. Only you were aware for the first few days that you were now a single pringle, you didn’t want to announce it to everyone as if your life was some kind of reality show, so when the cat did come out of the bag you tried to be as lowkey about it as possible:

“How are you Y/N?”

“Doing better Jisung, thanks.” You fumbled, taking off your shoes.

“How’s the boyfriend?”

“… What boyfriend?”

You hid your smirk as everyone’s breath caught at your words, the silence that lasted half a beat deafening as you straightened up and made your way to the sofa to flop. Jisung was in shock, evident from the way his mouth gaped slightly at his loss for words, but his most guilt-tripping dream had finally come true.

The next few weeks was a true test of Jisung’s patience. He knew you, and despite your totally valid past complaining, he knew that you wouldn’t jump into a relationship with him immediately. However, despite the undertone of angst and anticipation that normally hung in the air around you two, it was more or less vaporised by Jisung’s hilarious and totally not-subtle flirting.

“You don’t understand Felix, Y/N used to be obsessed with Cody Simpson when we were in middle school.” Your best friend teased.

“So I liked blonde boys with Justin Bieber haircuts, sue me!” You laughed in response. The others laughed along with you, but not at what you had just said. Jisung was putting on an Oscar worthy performance of miming writing down this imperative information about your 12-year-old self’s ideal type, making a show of looking invested while you had your back to him.

You almost felt bad, your “mourning period” (as your best friend had called it) wasn’t nearly as depressing as you had anticipated. Frankly, you thought you’d be more of a wreck, but Jisung was making that nearly impossible, as not a day went by where you weren’t exposed to some of the worst pickup lines you had ever heard.

“If you were a transformer, you’d be Optimus Fine” Jisung exclaimed proudly, his eyebrows wriggling suggestively in an attempt to be smooth.

“Chris taught you that, didn’t he Jisung?” You deadpanned, trying not to laugh at his derpy face.

“I’m not Jisung right now… I’m Peter.” This caused you to choke out a laugh, the joke being that you’d only use his English name when he was being either a shameless fuck boy, or an absolute idiot. His chaotic alter ego, if you will.

The best part to come out of this was the freedom for being physically affectionate, the little voice in your head telling you to keep your distance finally silenced. There wasn’t time to feel upset about your long-term relationship coming to an end, not when you spent the time you would’ve been crying wrapped up in a blonde boy’s embrace, the rain pattering against the window as you indulged in some good true crime in your blanket nest. Jisung’s chest was the perfect pillow for your head, his arms that had become a lot more buff since he had been working out daily warm and secure around your form as you sprawled out half on top of him. You had no qualms about your questionable position when your eyes got heavy, the arduous all-nighter you had both committed to the night before finally taking its toll as you both napped to the sound of graphic murder on your laptop.

All of this went hand in hand with the previous consensus. You and Jisung were bound to get together. The question was simple- when?

This leads to the current situation. Now in March, it wasn’t long until you’d all be separating for the easter break, and so it was only appropriate to have one last meetup at one of the university’s bars and enjoy drinks for buy one get one free.

Walking out onto the balcony, you felt the mild breeze ruffle your hair a little, pulling your jacket around you tighter, you watched fondly as your friend did a little run to greet Felix with a hug and a sweet peck on the lips, you took your own time to walk over to the group of boys you were meeting.

As naturally as ever, your gaze met Jisung’s quickly, him sending you a little half smile as he moved his jacket to reveal an empty space on the bench beside him. Not wasting a moment, you sidled up next to him, already pulling out your phone to order your drinks and falling into easy conversation with the boy beside you. The others exchanged knowing glances, Changbin and Hyunjin rolling their eyes and laughing at how useless it was trying to engage you two in their chat when you were both engrossed in your own bubble.

The hours had slipped by; you barely noticed how dark it had gotten and the balcony was fully illuminated by the trendy twinkly lights that lined the perimeter. When the time had rolled from 10 pm to 11 pm, you all made the effort to grab your coats, down the last of the drinks and begin the dawdle back to your respective apartments.

Jisung knew his timing wasn’t great, but he couldn’t say goodbye to you for three weeks and twiddle his thumbs without at least trying to ask you out- officially. You were in no rush, walking and talking slowly to try and prolong the conversation you were having as you walked side by side along the river. Your laughter resonated along the busy street, the little alcohol in your system and Jisung’s usual funny self making your ribs ache with giggles.

The others were way ahead of you, and you felt your heart sink at the sight of your apartment building coming into view. You weren’t quite ready to say goodbye- though you could probably manage to visit each-other, and you would call and text, you would miss seeing Jisung every day. Your walk dwindled into a stand-still, the darkness making the campus buildings and various complexes look ten times prettier as they were illuminated, and Jisung held your hands tentatively.

The anticipation that you both felt continuously quickly built up, this time though, it felt like you had reached breaking point. The elastic band that was being stretched and stretched was about to snap, and your stomach flipped with adrenaline and fondness for the boy standing right in front of you.

“I have to tell you a secret, before I actually throw myself into the river.” Jisung chuckled, both his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into the back of your hand, his face a mixture of mirth and nerves.

“I’m listening.” You replied simply, trying to look sincere.

Jisung swiped his tongue over his lips quickly, daring to look you in the eyes for half a second before averting his gaze to the floor again. Clearly, “liquid courage” was the leading factor to his boldness the last time you were this close. You hoped Jisung didn’t need to be almost wasted in order to be as forward as he was before, the hot and heavy kiss you had shared previously wouldn’t be unwelcome in the near future. With a gentle squeeze to his warm hands did he finally gain a little confidence, his usual cheeky smile adorning his cute face once again and you braced yourself for what he had to say.

“I really, really like you.”

“Not really a secret though, is it?” You caught him off guard with your sass, his mouth gaping comically as you laughed at his expression, him still clinging to your hands. He couldn’t help but join in on your giggles though, your contagious laughter and easy-going personality made him wonder why he was so nervous in the first place.

“Whatever! Will you go out with me?” He asked, almost exasperatedly, now letting go of your hands and circling your waist instead, both of your bodies fitting together like a lock and key while you placed your hands on his shoulders.

“of course, I will.” You smiled, taking a moment to appreciate the way Jisung’s face lit up and the giant smile that broke out onto his features

Though it was cliché, it really felt like your “happily ever after” moment. In no time at all did you feel a familiar pair of lips make contact with yours, and a familiar hand trailing up your spine under your coat, coming to a halt at the base of your neck. You had the freedom to give into your instincts and clutch his jacket, pulling him in closer before allowing a hand to bury itself into his fluffy hair. You knew Jisung was never a fan of PDA, but it warmed your insides knowing that he apparently couldn’t wait until you were somewhere more private to do this. Honestly, you were so excited to start this relationship with him; he was already a best friend to you, and your connection had such a strong platonic foundation that meant he had the ability to make you laugh until you could pee whilst also making you a mess of butterflies and stutters. You smiled lightly when he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, both of your faces flushed and lips swollen, you kept one hand interlocked as you tried to catch up with the others. Patience really was a virtue, it would seem, and Jisung couldn’t deny that it had paid off. No matter how much he felt tormented by your past relationship, he could sleep soundly at night with the knowledge that he would never have to be Mr Brightside ever again.

[chaneomma]

We Dare Not Speak Its Name

Prologue | Chapter 1

We Dare Not Speak Its Name: Lee Felix

Prologue

Word Count: 1079

WARNING: This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences. It features swearing, extreme violence, and themes that may be triggering to some readers such as murder and missing person cases. Read at your own discretion

Author's Note: This is the first time I've written a long form story and the first time I've tried any kind of horror story, so I'm doing my best.

"Bug spray?"

"Check."

"Swim suit?"

"Check"

"Your sneakers and your sandals?"

"Check and check." Felix shut and zipped his suitcase before standing back and surveying his work. "Wow, you were right! I really CAN fit ten days worth of stuff in one suitcase."

You smiled, tearing the page out of the notebook in your hand. "It's all in the power of the list. Put this in the front pocket so you don't accidentally leave anything behind when we come back."

Felix took the list from you and glanced at it before gasping. "Y/N, I forgot something!"

"Really? What?"

A sly smile crossed over his face. "A kiss for the best girlfriend in the world."

You laughed as he sidled up to you, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

A disgusted scoff came from behind you as Seungmin passed the open door. "Gross. If you two are going to make out the whole trip, I'm gonna drown myself in the lake."

Felix rolled his eyes as you covered your mouth to hide your laughter. It had been Seungmin's idea to take this trip. His parents owned a cabin on a lake about two hours from the city, and he'd insisted there was plenty of space for the whole group. You'd used the last of your vacation time at work and traded some shifts around, and now you were about to leave for a 10-day trip.

Reluctantly, you untangled yourself from Felix' arms. "I'm going to go help Chan finish packing the cars."

Felix pouted, but was immediately caught up in a new conversation as Seungmin reappeared in the doorway. You grabbed Felix' suitcase and ducked past the younger boy, scooping up your own waiting suitcase as you passed.

You lugged your stuff down the hall and out of the apartment. The elevator had been broken for at least a year now, and you were just contemplating the best way to carry your luggage down three flights of stairs when a knight in shining armour in the shape of Seo Changbin appeared.

He grinned. "Hey, you! Need some help?"

"Yes, thank you." You handed over one of the bags. "I thought you were helping get the cars ready."

"I was, but I had to get out of there."

You frowned. "Why? What's wrong?"

Changbin rolled his eyes. "You'll see."

____________________

Han Jisung was your best friend. Really, he was like the brother you never had. You'd been inseparable since the age of 5, joining the same dance classes and peewee soccer leagues. In high school, you'd both carefully planned each semester so you could take the maximum number of classes together, and you'd even lived together for a year after graduation. Then he introduced you to Felix, and the rest was history.

Most of the time, you and Jisung could almost read each other's minds, but the one thing you could never figure out was how and why Jisung chose his partners. Jisung was bright and happy. He would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. But the women who came in and out of his life were always sullen and selfish.

Especially his current girlfriend, Gillian.

The woman herself was perched on the hood of Jisung's car, so engrossed in whatever was on her phone she was completely oblivious to the heated discussion going on in front of her.

Despite his hushed tone, the vein in Chan's neck was standing out, revealing his anger as you and Changbin walked up to them.

"-agreed this was just a friend trip! No girlfriends!" Chan was saying.

"We're taking Y/N, though." Jisung argued, crossing his arms over his chest.

Chan glared. "That's different and you know it. Y/N was our friend years before she and Felix got together." He turned to you as you stopped in front of them. "Y/N, PLEASE tell Jisung that she can't come."

"Sorry, Ji." You said with a sigh. "It's Seungmin's place, and you know he's not gonna say yes."

Gillian wasn't particularly nice to any of you, but you and Seungmin caught most of her animosity. You understood why she didn't like you; Jisung was closer to you then anyone, and anyone on the outside would say there was no way you weren't together. You had NO idea why she hated Seungmin so much. Seungmin wasn't exactly helping himself, matching her energy with just as much venom, but Gillian had definitely started it.

Jisung looked at you with pleading eyes. "How am I supposed to tell her she can't come now?"

"Like this!" Seungmin said, sidling up beside the group. "Hey Gillian! No room for freeloaders!"

You rolled your eyes and got into the back of Chan's car before you could hear whatever nasty reply Gillian had on the tip of her tongue. Through the windshield you could see them yelling back and forth. Gillian got off the hood of Jisung's car like she was going to run up on Seungmin, but Jisung stepped in front of her. Whatever he said didn't make her any happier, because she threw his car keys at him and stomped off down the street.

There were several moments of silence as the boys regrouped before Jisung was squeezing into the middle seat next to you with a deep sigh. "There goes another one."

"Oh, come on, Ji," You said, resting your head on his shoulder. "She wasn't good enough for you anyway."

Jisung was about to respond when the door on his other side opened.

"Hey, move it." Felix said playfully. He had a backwards baseball cap and sunglasses on, giving him a decidedly frat boy appearance. "You're crowding my girl."

Jisung snorted at him "What are you gonna do if I don't? Pout about it?"

Felix immediately stuck his bottom lip out. "Yes."

All three of you laughed as Jisung got out and let Felix slide in next to you, getting back in on the other side. Chan got in the driver's seat, Seungmin already in shotgun, the GPS pulled up on his phone. "Hyunjin just called. Him, Minho, and Jeongin just got on the road. Are we ready, gang?"

A cheer went up through the car as Chan backed out of his parking spot. You glanced back at your building as he pulled away, and a strange sense came over you.

You got the feeling it would be a long, long time before you made it home again.

[sleepylixie]

Oh oh another game~~ lemme participate ✨✨ -ajhfknb wait though,, who even is my bias???? 🤡🤡😭 okay let's go with Jisung today because I'm always soft for him ;-; ahaha what a whole mess jfc

Hello, Lix, my favourite clown braincell buddy🤡 I see today's mood of the day is Jisung...might i give you some of him being a secret royal to go with it? 😂😤

(Warning- inexplicit soft makeout ahead-)

"Mmm, you kiss like a prince..." You giggled against Jisung's lips, stealing another peck before he pulled away from you. The two of you had been lounging on your couch, legs tangled together, focused more on each other than the movie in front of you. "What do you mean, like a prince?" Jisung asked softly, unable to resist the temptation of pecking you on the nose.

"I don't know, very.. gentlemanly." You grinned, your hands looped around his neck and pulling at his hair. "It's really cute." He laughed quietly, pulling you closer to him by your waist. "I'm sure I can be..not princely if that's what you want."

"Oh, I doubt it," you amusedly rolled your eyes at the suggestive smirk Jisung threw at you. "You fit the bill of a prince too well. I sometimes wonder how good you'd look with a crown."

"Sweetheart, one day you might just find out."

Hope you liked it! :D

[chvnnie]

Yes I'm here for the 'shower Jisungie in love' agenda? Let me tell you how I just know he's a soft boy. I know it! Just like I KNOW he probably melts into a puddle when he's genuinely told he's cute or handsome or talented. Any heartfelt compliment and the boy is definitely a mess. Swear! I also just love his squishy quokka cheeks!

sweet boy thrives on praise, i fucking know it.

a core memory in your relationship is the first day you visited him in the studio. he had worked for hours, mind slowly turning to mush as he tried to piece together the last bits of his project. he felt like he was going to combust with frustration - help from chan and changbin did nothing but make things worse. jisung could do it - was doing it - he just needed a little push. a little break.

he doesn’t remember calling you; one minute he was alone, the next you were there, hesitantly poking your head through the door to make sure you were in the right place. his tired eyes poked out from the back of the chair, and you barreled in the room, giggling as you fell in his lap. the touch loving boy he is, he laughed along with you, wrapping his arms around you and keeping you snug against him. you smelled like him - large hoodie absolutely drowning you. but there were laces of your shampoo, your perfume, that made his heart flutter. the combined scent was just a reminder that you’re his. his.

“missed you.” you mumble, head buried in his neck.

“missed you more.”

you pull your head out, the giddiest smile he’s ever seen painted on your face. it’s almost impossible to believe you’re looking at him like that. that he makes you feel like that. “i’m glad you called me. i’ve always wanted to see the studio.”

“oh? you want a tour?”

you excitedly nod your head, readying yourself to stand up. instead, he grips your hips, keeping you on his lap. his feet push the roller chair back, then set the two of you off on a slow spin. jisung doesn’t stop the chair until you’ve made a 360 turn, right back where you started.

“ta-da. that was your tour.”

you laugh, hitting his shoulder with his sweater paw. he dramatically grips the “injury”, throwing his head back in faux pain as he wails. he doesn’t stop until your sweater paws cup his face, lips finding his. jisung smiled into the kiss, tilting his head to give you more access to him. they don’t last long - you pull away soon after his tongue slips in your mouth as you remember why you’re here.

“do you need me to leave? so you can finish?”

his heart drops at the idea. that’s the last thing he wants.

instead, he convinces you to stay, your warm body leaned against his as he works. he hooked your airpods up to his laptop, letting you listen as he worked, apologizing any time he fucked something up. in no time (more like an hour, but time didn’t really exist when you’re around), the song is finished. he drags his mouse to the start, hovering it over the play button.

“ready?”

you nod, wide eyes looking up at him as he presses play.

did you stare at him the whole time? he wasn’t really sure - too focused in on his screen to notice if or when you looked away. all he knows is that when he looked down at you at the end, your eyes were wider than before, awe sparkling in the depths.

nervously, he chuckled. “what?”

you slowly pull your headphones out, eyes not leaving your boyfriend. “you’re incredible.”

“stop it-“

“no, seriously.” you reposition yourself so you’re straddling him, arms wrapped around his shoulders and bodies melded into one. “you’re amazing, jisung.”

“yah, i mean it-“

“so do i.” your words gentle but firm, a blush creeping up his neck. “you’re so talented. your brain came up with that? on its own? oh my god. and you looked so handsome doing it. i mean, you always look handsome, but the look on your face when you’re focused in? fuck, how are you real? how are you mine? i mean-“

his lips collide with yours before you can continue, to both hide the reddening of his face and to show you how much it means to him. that you’re with him.

how is he yours? no, how are you his? how did he get so lucky as to love you daily?

he wasn’t sure of the answer, but he knew that he wouldn’t let a day go without expressing the depths of his love for you in every way possible.

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT I WANT HIM-

also went hard again BUT THAT’S? MY SQUISHY BABY? I CANNOT. I CANNOT.

[devoidwrites]

Sorry, I love you - See Changbin

Summary: Seo Changbin was your best friend’s old friend. He’s a terrible liar, but it turns out there was one thing he was able to keep from you all these years.

Words: 3.5K

Genre: f2l, college au, fluff, angst

Pairing: Seo Changbin x FRIEND!Reader

Warning: alcohol consumption, cursing.

Changbin rolled his eyes as you paced in front of your floor length mirror for what seemed like an hour, but was nothing more than a mere five minutes. You were freaking out about the outfit you had on, worrying if Juyeon would notice or not.

Why you asked him, he had no clue. It's not like he was an expert when it came to fashion, but he'd sit through the two hours of torture of watching you try on clothes to impress a boy who didn't give two shits about you. If it made you happy.

Finally, you let out a huff before turning to your best friend. "You think he'll notice?"

Changbin glanced over your body, and he had to push the obscene thoughts to the back on his mind. The way the dress hugged your body in all the right places made his mouth dry. He wanted to tell you that you didn't have to worry about what any guy thought about you, because you were already perfect. However you were clearly worried about Juyeon's opinion on you, so he opted for a simple- "He'd be fucking stupid not too."

The smile that graced your lips made the comment worth saying, even if he hated the fact you asked for his help concerning another guy. He'd never let it slip though.

"It's not too much is it?"

Chnagbin shook his head, glancing over your body once more as you put your heels on. He stood up from your bed with a quirked eyebrow. "Don't you want to be noticed?"

"Obviously, but I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard!" You scoffed as if what he said was outrageously stupid. "I don't want him to think I'm easy."

Here you were, worrying about Juyeon of all people thinking you were the easy one. He had a different girl almost every month, but he didn't dare try and tell you that. Because for some ungodly reason you had a crush on the playboy, and he didn't want to risk showing you just how much he cared by telling you. He'd let you figure it out on your own.

So, when the two of you arrived at Beomhan's party and saw Juyeon grinding on a random girl, only one of you were surprised. Changbin patted you on the shoulder as a way to comfort you, but he knew it would only do so much when the two started to make out in the middle of the dance floor.

He followed you over to the bar without a word, letting you rant about how much of an asshole he was. "I can't believe him. Why would he act like he was interested in me just to go and get with another girl?"

"What goes on?" Jisung made his appearance, slinging an arm over your shoulder and throwing a lopsided grin over at Changbin. The older boy knew the younger boy had no other intentions than being your friend, so he didn't mind seeing the two of you so close. The only thing that irritated was that Jisung and Chan knew about his hidden feelings for you, and the younger boy teased him about it every chance he got.

He didn't miss the sly smirk Jisung sent him when you wrapped you arms around his waist for comfort.

Changbin snickered as you pouted some more. "Y/n, just found out how big of a sleeze bag Juyeon is."

"Juyeon?" Chan mused, his eyes glancing over at the topic source. "Dude's slept with like 72% of the female student body, and that's just on our campus."

You whined, downing your drink before pouring another. You had heard the rumors, but the way he lured you in during your project together gave you the impossible hope that he wasn't what everyone played him out to be. Turns out they were right. He was nothing more than a playboy that toyed with girls to entertain himself. You wanted to slap yourself for falling for such a coy.

To help ease the slight embarrassment you felt for letting yourself go through such a thing, you decided to drown yourself in the booze Beomhan offered his guests for coming to his party. Oh to be rich and spend your parents money of food and drinks. Only something you could dream of.

Changbin decided it was best if he didn't drink as much as he normally would. The sight of you downing shots with Wooyoung made him feel uneasy. Not because he didn't trust his best friend, but because he didn't like seeing you so upset over a guy that wasn't worth it.

He was sitting on the couch when you plopped down beside him with a pout on your lips. Your cheeks were tinted pink, a clear indication that you were past your limit. You turned your hazy eyes towards him and let out a whine. "Why doesn't he like me, Bin?"

He wasn't sure how to answer that, because he thought Juyeon was insane for ignoring you, especially when you showed up looking like you did. You outshine everyone here, so he wasn't sure why Juyeon went for someone who was nothing more than a dimly lit bulb compared to you.

"I'm not sure, but he's an idiot." Was what he found himself saying. You leaned into him more, and he swore his heart about jumped out of his chest.

"Is it too much to ask for someone to care about me? Someone who's sweet and compassionate and just love's me for me?" He found your drunk rambling rather adorable, and he couldn't help but brush the loose strands of hair out of your face.

"If only you knew, sweetheart."

You looked up at him, confused as to what he meant. Your mind wasn't able to put the pieces together due to the alcohol coursing through your veins. "What do you mean?"

Changbin shook his head, offering you a sweet smile. "Don't worry about it right now. I think it's time to get you home."

You sat up straighter, instantly shaking your head. "But I'm having so much fun!"

"And I'm not going to be the one to take care of you when you're completely wasted and can't walk straight."

A lie. He would do it a thousand times over if you'd asked him to.

"But Binnie..." You whined. The sound of his name leaving your lips in such a way almost made his heart stop, but he quickly composed himself and pulled you towards the door.

"It's already late y/n."

You pouted once more, but gave in nonetheless. "Fine."

You followed after him, grabbing onto his arm so you wouldn't get lost in the mass of people partying around the house. Jisung and Wooyoung weren't too thrilled on the two of you leaving 'so early', but Chan quickly ushered you out of the house once he saw you in your drunken state.

Changbin would have to thank him later.

-

“Why would you go after Juyeon when someone like Changbin exists?” Gahyeon questioned. She placed her books in her bag and followed you out of the room. The two of you met up with Yeosang, who looked beyond tired. 

“Whoever’s idea it was to get black out drunk a night before class should be canceled.” He pressed his finger against his temple as he fell in step with you.

Gahyeon snickered, laughing at both of your pains. “No one said you had to drink so much Yeosang.”

“Hard not to when you’ve got Wooyoung blabbing in my ear all night.” He retaliated. It was a fair point. Anyone would feel the need to drink if Wooyoung was talking their head off. “Anyways, what are we talking about.”

“I’d rather ignore it.” 

“Aww.” Gahyeon rolled her eyes before turning over to Yeosang. “Last night y/n finally realized how big of a fuckboy Juyeon is.” 

“You mean after we all tried to tell her that’s exactly what he was?” Yeosang feigned surprise, making you scoff in disbelief. “How surprising.” 

“And now I’m trying to tell her how stupid she looked going after someone like Juyeon when a whole Seo Changbin is out there.” 

“If you think he’s so great then why don’t you date him?” 

Gahyeon snorted at the question. “Well for one he’s not my type, which is girls. And second he’s my best friend who’s totally into you.”

“Plus he’s never written a song about Gahyeon.” Yeosang paused, his eyes widening at his own words. “Probably shouldn't have said that.” 

Gahyeon smacked him on the arm for spilling such a big secret. “How do you even know about that?!” 

“Wooyoung has a big mouth, okay?” 

You quirked an eyebrow at the two of them, wondering why you were kept out of the loop. “Changbin didn’t write a song about me.” 

You were in denial, because why on earth would Changbin write a song about you? What about you was song worthy? 

“It’s literally called ‘sorry, I love you’. You’re the only other girl in our friend group. who else would it be about?” 

You shrugged, unsure of how to answer that. You and Gahyeon were the only girls that would willingly put up with their chaotic tendencies, but why does that mean-

“Hey, y/n.” A voice broke you out of your thoughts. You turned around to find Juyeon standing behind the three of you, a sheepish smile on his lips. 

Gahyeon stepped forward slightly. “Can we help you?” 

You gave her a look, telling her that you appreciated her help, but it wasn't needed. “What do you want Juyeon?” 

“I wanted to apologize about last night.” He glanced down at the ground before locking eyes with you. Crossing your arms, you nodded for him to continue. “It was wrong of me to play you like that, and if you’d let me I want to make it up to you.” 

You felt both of your arms being nudged, an silent way of your two friends telling you not to do it. You knew they were right. It would’ve been different if he was late, but he was there before you, and he was already entertaining himself with his tongue down another girl’s throat. 

“I appreciate the apology, but I'm good.” You uncrossed your arms and gave him a half smile. 

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Why not?” 

“You lead her on, asked her out to a frat party, and then made out with someone else before she even got there.” Yeosang scoffed, rolling his eyes. Juyeon glared over at the blond, but before he could say anything you gathered his attention. 

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” You concluded. You turned around to walk away, but his voice stopped you. 

“Kinda hypocritical of you since you were wrapped around Seo Changbin the whole night.” 

The mention of Changbin again made you stop in your tracks. How dare he talk about him. You felt your whole body get hot at his words, and you weren’t sure why, but him talking about your friend made you so angry. 

“Don’t you dare.” You hissed as you turned back around to face him. “Changbin was there for me whenever you decided to do me the way you did. He’s always been there for me and he’s more of a man than you ever will be.”

“Then why are you trying to find someone else?”

-

“This just might be our best work yet.” 

Chan grinned as he looked over at Changbin and Jisung. He sat in front of the set up with the younger boys behind him. Their eyes watched as he pressed the play button. The sound of their new song instantly filled their ears, their blended voices making them smile at one another

“I still can’t believe you wrote a love song.” Jisung mused. “Y/n, quite the lucky girl.” 

Changbin sighed as he sat back in his seat. “If only she’d realize it.” 

It took his four months to write the song about you. He put his entire heart and feelings into it. He really did love you, and it wasn't hard for him to put it into words. He was just worried about you realizing it was about you. He wasn't sure how you’d react. 

“You can’t hold her responsible when it comes to realizing how you feel.” Chan told him with a pointed look. “You can’t expect her to know without you openly telling her how you feel.”

“How can I when there’s always someone else in my way?” 

“That should make you want to tell her even more.” Chan told him. Crossing his arms over his chest, her twisted in the chair to turn around and look at him. "You're not the only one that has eyes for her."

“You think I don’t know that?” Changbin threw his head back and groaned. “You know how hard it is to see her with someone else?” 

“But whose fault is that?” 

“Jisung I will kick you out of your seat.” 

“You just don't want to hear it.” The youngest rolled his eyes. “Bin, one day she’s gonna meet someone that’ll treat her just as well as you can, and because you never confessed she’ll accept because we all know she’s too kind to say no to something like that.” 

“It might hurt to hear it. but Jisung’s right.” Chan spoke up. “You need to tell her before something like that happens.” 

“But-”

He was cut off by the door opening and you walking in with a small smile on your lips. He instantly sat up, his eyes wide in worry that you had heard their conversation. Jisung found it amusing, the smirk on his lips telling the older boy that. Chan was quick to cut the song off when he saw it was you. 

“Sorry, did I interrupt something?” You noticed the way Changbin tensed up, but you decided to leave him be. After your earlier argument with Juyeon you thought it was best not to bring it up. 

Changbin shook his head quickly, shooting you a what he thought was a reassuring smile, but was actually a hesitant one. “Of course not!”

“Good.” You smiled in returned and placed the bag on the table. “I brought food.” 

Jisung clapped and didn’t hesitate to take the bag you offered him. “I love you.” 

Chan took the bag you offered him. “You didn’t have to do that Y/N.”  

“I know, but the three of you have been stuck in here for the past two weeks trying to finish this song and I figured none of you remembered to eat, so I brought dinner.” 

Jisung moaned as he bit into the burger, making you snicker as you handed the last bag to Changbin. “Thank you Y/n.” 

“It’s no problem.” You sat in the chair by Chan. “Soo, how’s the song coming? Everyone’s got high hopes for it since it’s taking so long for you to post it.” 

Chan and Jisung eyed Changbin, waiting for him to say something. Of course he stuttered on his words, trying to find something to say that didn’t sound suspicious. Luckily, Chan came to his rescue. 

“It’s a different style than what we’re used to. We want to make sure it was perfect before taking the jump.” 

It was understandable. They’d never written love songs like that. Sure, there was ‘Wow’, but there was no deep meaning to the song. You were excited to hear the new sound of 3Racha, especially after the little snippet you heard when coming in. 

“What’s it called?”

“Sorry, so love you.” Jisung told you before grinning over at Changbin. “Bin came up with it.”

You turned to the boy who refused to meet your eye. He looked as if he was blushing, but he hid his face further so you couldn’t see him.

“When do you think it’ll be released?” 

“By the end of the week.” Chan said, making your eyes widen. You didn’t realize it would be so early, but you wouldn’t complain. You were sure no one else would complain either. Everyone was excited for the new track. 

“Hopefully.” 

“Awesome.” You smiled and stood back up. “I better get going. Gotta finish my Psych paper.”

“You sure you should be walking home alone?” Chan questioned. His eyes glanced over at the clock on the wall. “It’s kinda late.”

You shrugged. “Should be fine.”

“Nonsense!” Jisung exclaimed. His eyes lit up as if he had the worlds most brilliant idea. “Changbin will walk you home.”

Changbin's eyes widened a fraction, and Jisung grinned at the death glare he was receiving. It didn't go unnoticed by you, but you decided to ignore it. "It's no big deal."

"No, he's right." Changbin flinched, as if admitting the boy was right was the hardest thing he had to do. "I'll walk you home."

You smiled as he stood up and lead you out of the room, trying to ignore the teasing looks his friends were giving him. He'd get the brat back for this one later.

Changbin held the door open for you, waiting for you to walk through before he followed. The night air hit your bare arms, making you shiver slightly. "You didn't have to actually walk me home, you know."

"And if something happened to you?" He questioned. "I'd never forgive myself."

"I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself." You grinned, showing off the muscles you didnt' have.

Changbin chuckled as you put your arm back down. " I know that, but honestly I'd feel better knowing you got home safe."

The two of you fell in a comfortable silence as you walked. The streets were surprisingly not that busy at the time, which made the walk peaceful. The only sound was the two of you walking and the very little cars that passed by. Your arms brushed against one another slightly, and you could feel the heat radiating off of him. It comforted you.

"Can I tell you something?"

Changbin's voice broke the comforting silence. You felt him stiffen from beside you as the two of you continued to walk.

You glanced over at him, a teasing smile on your lips. "Are you confessing your undying love for me?"

You weren't sure what made you ask the question. Hearing Jisung's teasing from earlier must have had an effect on you.

He sighed as he came to a stop. "I am actually."

"Wait." You paused, stopping beside him instantly. "What?"

Changbin's eyes were on ground. He could feel his nerves acting us as he felt your eyes on him. "I really like you, y/n."

He finally looked up to face you, and you could tell he was being one hundred percent serious with you. Your chest warmed as he took a step closer to you.

You weren't sure how to feel about it at first. Your mind was buzzing with confusion until everything started to make sense. He was always there for you, even in times he didn't have to be. Even when it was about your exes he was always there.

The signs were right in front of your face and you left them unnoticed. Gahyeon and Yeosang even tried to tell you, but you were stupid enough to not believe them.

"I've tried to fight off these feelings, but you make it so damn hard." He took another step, leaving him standing directly in front of you. You had so much you wanted to say. So much you wanted to ask, but your tongue failed you.

"To be just friends, you're too beautiful." He recited softly. "I know I'll regret this if I don't, so I decide to express my feelings. I want to be more than just friends."

His song. This man was standing before you, reciting his own song lyrics to you. Your heart fluttered at the words, and you were then sure of how you felt about him. He was everything you've ever wanted, and you'd be a damned fool to let him walk away without you being beside him.

"You..." You finally found your voice, your eyes meeting his. You could see the love he had for you swimming around them. "You really mean that?"

"With everything I've got in me."

You reached your hand forward to cup his face in your hands. "Oh, Changbin. Why didn't you tell me?"

“A lot of reasons.” He melted into your touch, loving the contact he was receiving. “As childish as it sounds, I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same. And you were with Juyeon at the time. I didn’t want to come between anything regardless of how I felt about you two being together.”

You wanted to kick yourself. This whole time you were looking for the perfect guy and he was standing beside you, waiting for you to notice him.

He leaned closer to your face, his eyes trailing down to your lips. “Can I?”

You didn’t even hesitate to bring your lips together. The kiss lit something inside of you, and you found yourself pulling his closer to you as your arms moved around his neck. His hands trailed your waist, his touch setting your body ablaze.

You knew it that moment that you had buried these feelings you had for him. It was unknown to you on why you did such a thing, but you were glad they were on the surface, ready to be showed.

The two of you pulled away, and Changbin rested his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry, I love you.”

Was this love that you were feeling for him? You weren’t sure but you were willing to find out.

[chocolanier]

Fingered » Part 2

Summary :

In the early established relationship, Jisung pops up in your bathroom and joins you, leaving you thunderstruck. And it led to another things, taking it to the next level.

🌹Pairing : Jisung x shy·ᴗ· reader

🌹Genre : Fluff, suggestive, smut-ish

🌹Warning : Jisung has grown up, y'all be quiet, don't cry! *sobs

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The bathbomb bubbled, colored the water with pink. You enter the bathup and rest your head, eyes closed, relaxed by the scent of rose. Having a warm bath in the winter is a part of your routine. It feels awesome, bathing for hours accompanied with hot choco and a novel. well, an adult novel, of course.

Minutes pass into hours, the only sound that can be heard is your fingers flipping the pages of the novel, getting drowned by the story of it. Your other hand is holding the mug, taking a sip from the hot choco. You feel so happy these days! It's been a week since you date Jisung and every day feels like a dream comes true.

You would spend your night by having a phone call with him, and sometimes you fall asleep while listening to his sweet voice. And you haven't come to his house since that day. Yes, that day when he fingered you. Your cheeks gets red just by thinking about it. Hands cupping your cheeks, not realizing the sounds of footsteps coming closer to you.

"I don't know that noona secretly likes to read adult novels." leaning against the wall, arm crossed, He is judging you.

You flicked, can't believe what you just heard. Eyes looking up and the subject of your imagination is standing in front of you, staring at you shamelessly.

You pinched you cheek, "Jisung? really? Am I dreaming?"

"No, you are not. I'm here to meet you and your parents told me to come to your room."

"My parents allow you? I haven't told them that we're dating."

"I just told them." He smirks, looking at you like you are a whole snack, "And you forget to lock the bathroom door."

You blush, never imagine Jisung would come in the middle of your bath, fully clothed while there you are, naked. Hopefully your long hair can hide what should be hidden. Bending down, you hope the bath foam can cover you.

He just stands there, entertained by your behaviour. "It's no use, noona." He starts to take of his shirt, "Mind if I join you?" He continues, taking off his sweatpants.

Can't handle the scene, you turned away, "Uh..., no. I don't mind."

No response.

Your turned your head to take a glimpse and immediately regret it. Seeing him walking closer to you with naked body makes your jaw drops. Those abs... and... looking down, now you are sure your face is as red as tomatoes. Wetness flushing you down, and you'll need to take care of it after this.

"Move forward, noona. I think this bathup will be enough for two people." he said calmly, not bothered by how you are drooling over him.

"Oh! Okay." Not being finished of adoring his body, you force yourself to moves forward. While doing so, his body enters the bathup, filling the space behind you. You look back, seeing him only an inch away and flinched when your back touched his muscular body, not used to the feelings. His length that poking your back only makes it worse.

His hand holds your waist, moves you closer to his body. And you can feel his breath when he said, "Don't be nervous, noona." He bends his head, stealing a kiss from your open mouth. It feels heavenly, sweet lips locked together, bodies stick with each other and his abs rocks behind you. Breaking the kiss, breathing from the same air. His hand closes the distance, pushing his lips once again. Making out in a warm bath feels so good. You suck his plump lips, never get enough of his taste. He takes the lead, playing with your tounge. His hands moves, touching every inch of your soaked body and cups your breasts.

Feeling shy by his touch, you grab his hands, holding him up from doing further. He assures you with a smile, "Always so shy. There is nothing to be scared of, I'll make you feel good." You release his hands, makes him continue to play with your breasts. The water burbling as you moves your body, being so sensitive of his touch. And you can feel his hardness that makes you wonder how would it feels to have him inside.

"thinking of somehing else, noona?"

"Yeah. I miss having your... fingers."

"As you wish." He opens your legs and placing his thumb on your exposed pussy, rubbing you clit hard. And your moan tells how good it feels.

"Shhh. Just continue to read your dirty novel, noona. Isn't that why you're here?"

You look at your novel and hot chocolate-that have cooled down in front of you. They are the things you love but got abandoned after jisung comes. You obey him, trying to drown back into the novel.

Not long after, a soft lips leaving a kiss on your neck and resting his head on your shoulder. A light touch brushed over his kiss, sending shiver to your spine. "Let's see how much you can concentrate." His thumb pinching your clit and slowly moves to your hole. You jolt when he put two fingers inside you.

"Ah..! Jisung! I can't concentrate!" He continues his action, abusing your sweet spot that makes your wall clenched. His left arm holding your legs to keep it open. "It feels so good..." your head falls back and your body curled up, so responsive to his act.

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"I'm glad you came. I miss you." you meet his eyes in the mirror, his hands are busy drying your hair. Here you are, in front of the sink with Jisung helping you with the hairdryer.

"I miss you more." He brings strands of your hair to his mouth and kiss it.

From the mirror, you can take a peak of his bare chest from the bathrobe. He looks so hot, and you never expect he would be all mature and grown up. When you get shy from his touch, he calms you down. Well, since you know him, he is always so gentle with you. At that time you just thought he is a sweet boy, until puberty hits him.

"I'm done, noona." Now your brunette hair look well put together.

"You are doing a good job. Who would expect that you have a magic hand?" you laugh, remembering that his hand would destroy everything unintentionally.

Jisung leans down to smell your hair, liking the soapy scent that comes out from it. "I have done this a lot, wonted to keep my hair neat." he lowers your bathrobe, exposing your bare shoulder. His lips touches your neck, sucking it and planting a kissmark. You watch his action through the mirror, seeing your body being marked by him.

"Should I make some more?" his fingers brushes your shoulder line, planning to taint your delicate skin.

"Not too much. It'd be hard to hide it."

"Alright, if you say so." He kiss your neck again, leaving a tingling sensation. Your robe sags and almost sets your boobs free. You move your hand to hold it but before it happens, Jisung wraps his arms around your shoulders, saving your boobs from getting exposed. Giving you a tight backhug that signify possesion.

"Still so shy?" He giggles. "Look at you, reading dirty novels and watching fancams but get shy at the real thing." His words is right on point, making you embarrassed.

"Stop teasing me!"

"Oh? Do you really mean it, noona?" He glances at you through the mirror, your petite figure looks so fit in his embrace and it awakens something in him.

"Yes, I do mean it. It is late, Jisung, you should go home." You let go of his hands and walks to your bed, thinking that you would have a sweet dream after this. But a strong arm pushes you down, making you lost your balance and fall into bed. You turn around and trying to wake up, just to see Jisung untying his robe and about to take it off.

"What are you doing?" You asked.

He glances from the corner of his eyes, "Sleep with you, of course." His answer makes you taken aback.

"You still think I'm a child, don't you?" His voice got raspy, "Do you think I'll be satisfied with a fluffy bath?" He walks towards you, with reflect, you move your body backward, unfamiliar with him being like this. But you like it. No, you love it. His hand pushes your shoulder, makes you lay down as he gets on top of you.

"I have always wait for this moment, noona." He slams you into a kiss and you can feel his frustation through it. His hand groping your chest, moving down to your waist and untying the robe. He pauses the kiss and looks at you deeply, asking for a permission. You nod, get burned up by the thought of Jisung filling you up.

Your bathrobe falls off your body, leaving you naked under him, and you can feel how wet you get down there, so needy to be satisfied. sticky and wet, a desirable night, it's gonna be unforgettable.

[what-if-nct]

Ten: How am I irresponsible?

Kun: What are you making for Chenle,Jisung, Jeongin and Felix?

Ten: I'm just putting mountain dew and vodka in a blender. It's a kiddie margarita.

Kun: It still has vodka in it.

Ten: They like it. Next you'll tell me I shouldn't have given Renjun, Haechan and Yangyang a bottle of Jameson?

Kun: You did what?

Ten: We're hosting two sleepovers, we have to get them drunk so they pass out early.

Kun: Ten........put a little bit of tequila in there. It's a margarita after all.

*an hour later*

Kun: Why did I even agree to this?

Ten: Just give it some time. Yangyang get down from the tree.

Yangyang: Tell Chenle to put that snake down.

Kun: What sna- Chenle where the fuck did you get that snake?

Chenle: I don't know. Around.

Jisung: Who wants to see my snake?

Kun: Jisung put your damn pants back on!

Ten: Felix, Jeongin, Xiaojun stop that.

Felix: I feel like I'm in the car wash wheeeeeeee!!!

Xiaojun: I'm drowning. Someone help me!!!

Jeongin: *spraying them with the hose* I'm watering them so they can grow.

Kun: Where's Renjun and Haechan?

Ten: I don't.....oh Renjun's going to regret this. I'm going to take a picture.

Renjun: *pinching and kissing Haechan's face* You're so cute, I love you so much. I want you to live in my room. You're my little baby now.

Haechan: No, be mean to me. I like when you're mean. I want you to hate me more then I love you.

[littlemessyjessi]

One (some?) of my favorite tropes; friends to lovers with unintended kiss or confession by SKZ, possibly in protective mode or maybe jealous or tired/drunk. idk if that counts as thirst hours, but im thirsty for it so, pinch of salt i guess? Anyways, love that you're doing more thirst hours!!!

Hi bby!

Superb taste you got there!

And thank you! I'm hoping to do it on the regular!

So I'm gonna mix it up a bit here!

Here's who I think are most likely to find themselves in a friends to lovers situation and the shit would go down.

Felix. Bless him. He's just an angel and so loving. I could see a person just accepting that's how Felix is and not even catching on to the fact that he likes them. Poor baby chick accidentally put himself in the friend zone. I think eventually though he'd crack and just tell them that he likes them.

Minho is another I think would end up in that situation BUT I bet money he would end up confessing drunk. Y'all seen him drunk? Fucking hilarious and I just see how that could happen. Might have the desire to deny the next day out of embarrassment but listen, bunny, we done seent it. Just accept the love and move along, lol.

Chan would probably out himself in one of two ways. An accidental confession with tired late night talks cause he's a puppy. Or something happens and he's protective as hell and it's just kinda out there. Because while Chan is our our adorable puppy.... that mf is also a BEAST. So yeah.

I could see Hyunjin outing himself over being dramatic while jealous. Have you seen this man's facial expressions? He might could tell a lie but his face can not. So I feel like eventually he'd get confronted and then he might be sassy and .... bish it's just way too obvious.

I think Binnie would probably just tell you honestly. It's probably late at night and there's movie playing in the background and he just decides to shoot his shot. He likes you and he's ready to take it a step further if you reciprocate. I think he's mature and secure enough in himself to continue friendhsipif you didn't but he's also intelligent and I'd bet money on it that he already knew you liked him as well before he ever started to even think about telling you. So you know. A whole angel.

Jisung is probably really nervous about the whole situation but I think he would actually confess to you. He wouldn't back down. He just has to calm down enough to tell you. Or he gets tired and giggly and blurts it out. Either way, a whole ass mess when you reciprocate. But such a babe about it.

Seungmin probably got protective and you clock him on the attitude. But you won't back down even when he tries to brush it off. Eventually, you're like, "Look if this is about the crush we both obviously have on each other, I'm not into that guy. I was just asking where the vending machine was. So I could go get YOU snacks, by the way." Shookmin.

Jeongin. Omfg. Sneaky little shit sabotages every date you have and has the AUDACITY to play the baby bread card with you. Eventually, I think his jealously gets the best of him but probably what puts him is he tries to drown those feelings in alcohol. You come home to find him at your place and he spills everything. He wakes up the next day ruth a hangover, aspirin and water beside him... and a new partner.

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[yourkimjaejin]

Do Whatever You Want

Chenle and Moxy spend sometime time together at the last day of Stray Kids Seoul concert

~ I wanted to add a beginning gif but I'm at my 10 image limit 😔~

Title reference - Haven by Stray Kids

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“NOONAaAaAaA!!!! HURRY UP!!!” Chenle cried out drawing a laugh from his favorite hyung, Kun.

“LOOK, EITHER YOU STOP BOTHERING ME OR WE WILL BE LATE!!” Another round of laughter filled the dorm at Moxy’s response.

Chenle and Kun had been waiting for Moxy for an hour now. The two members of NCT were going to Stray Kids last show in Seoul at the invitation of Felix and Jeongin. Kun was tagging along so the two kids could enjoy without so many managers crowding them.

Moxy was kind of stressed about what to wear. She want to look good but not like she was trying to look good. Not that she wanted to impress anyone but....you know......She didn't want to show up any kind of way either

Moxy finished up just as Chenle started whining again from the living room. How is that boy so impatient Moxy thought. She grabbed her backpack and hooked on her FoxI.Ny keychain to her jeans before heading out. The AG dorm was quiet with all the girls out. Hannah was at the WayV dorm making sure Hendery, Xiaojun and Yangyang didn't starve. Juno went out in search of new cherry blossom themed stationary. Lastly, Aurora was in her room facetiming with Jisung while he's in quarantine.

"Finally. It took you that long for that." Chenle gestures to Moxy's outfit. Moxy was wearing a stray kids hoodie that she cropped herself, jeans, doc marten boots and a stray kids hat. Her FoxI.Ny key chain was clipped to one of her belt loops along with a silver chain. She had some light oddinary inspired makeup on to finish the look.

Moxy scoffed, "I look great and If you hadn't kept interrupting me, we would have left twenty minutes ago." Before Chenle could bite back, Kun covered his mouth. "You look great Moxy and before you two get started we should get going or we'll really be late!!" Kun dragged Chenle to the door with his hand still covering the younger mouth. Chenle's muffled protests were drowned out by Moxy laughter

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"YOU ALL DID SO WELL!!!" Jeongin, Felix, and Han all ran into Moxy's open arms. The AG leader convinced her manager to let go to the back and congratulate the members of Stray Kids personally. The entire show had her eyes glued to the eight members of Stray Kids the entire time. Her brain was alight with ideas for her own groups concert (eventually).

"Where's Chenle, noona?" Felix asked eyes red after all the crying he did on stage. Some stray tears lingered on his face.

"I asked him if he wanted to come with me but he wanted to give you guys space to celebrate. He said he'd text you tomorrow though." Moxy wiped the stray tears off the younger boys face before turning to Jeongin and smacking him on the arm.

Jeongin flinched, "Ow! Moxy noon, What was that for?!"

"For flashing your abs and not warning nobody. I literally screamed in my seat." I.N started laughing at his noona. Moxy reached out to smack him again but the younger dodged, taking cover behind Changbin. Before Moxy could chase him down, Her manager signaled that it was time to go. Moxy was forced to say goodbye to the members of Stray Kids.

"Let me walk you out." Chan held the door open. The two walked down the hall slowly while Moxy's manager walked ahead.

"So what did you really think?" Chan asked hesitantly.

"I meant what I said Channie, You all were awesome. I can't wait to be up there with AG." Moxy reassured the older. She knew the praise the boys received could be unbelievable but Moxy made it her mission to always remind Chan how much he deserves all of the praise.

"Oh thats coming right around the corner." Chan nudged his shoulder into Moxy's making her snort of disbelief.

"I'm pretty sure Aespa will have a world tour before we do." Moxy kept her eyes trained on the floor hiding her sadness.

She really wanted to believe that. Sometimes she couldn't help but think AG would never stand on a stage together with fans chanted her name. As happy as she was for Stray Kids, the overwhelming fear wouldn't stop pausing thru her mind.

"I don't know." Chan sing-songed. "I just watched your Queendom performance two days ago. Fans are still talking about it." Chan started imitating some of the moves the did. Moxy could stop the laughter for bubbling up. She shoved Chan making him stumble into the wall.

"All I'm saying is never say never. And when your concert is announced you better save seat for all of us." Chan pulled Moxy into his side. The two made it closer to the parking lot. Moxy spotted Kun and Chenle in the van talking to their manager as he got in the front.

"Oh please, I'll have to reserve a seat for I.N on all three days." Moxy separated for her oppa, making her way to the stairs. "Make sure you get some rest oppa. I better not here from Hyunjin your not sleeping." Moxy wagged her finger at the skz leader.

"I promise I won't!" Chan wished the three NCT members safe travel home before jogging back to his members and their dressing room.

Moxy entered the van to Chenle's whining. Again.

"NooooooonaAaAaAaA, what took so long. Don't you know I'm a growing boy that need food to survive." Kun whacked Chenle's shoulder.

"Please, all you were doing was texting Aurora about everything that happened tonight." Chenle whipped around.

"WHY ARE YOU SPYING ON MY PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS!!!!"

The bickering was a pleasant white noise as the van pulled off.

[hannie-dul-set]

"it's for you." [lee jeno]

SUMMARY | all it took was the heavy rainfall from the sky to clear up your misunderstandings PAIRING | lee jeno x reader GENRE | high school! au, coffee shop! au, sort of e2l, fluff WARNINGS | swearing WORD COUNT | 1.5k

a/n: another one that’s based from my dreams but with a few tweaks HDJHDJ

oh, how the gods must have loathed you.

it was a thursday. exactly four-forty-two in the afternoon. you and your partner had been working on your paired physics worksheet for the past hour in a small café near your school. all of a sudden, the sky went dark, glimpses of white flashing every micro second, thunders roared, and then rain.

how is this so bad, you ask?

one, neither of you had an umbrella.

two, the rain started just as you two were about to leave.

and three,

your partner, lee jeno, absolutely fucking hated you.

how merry. you thought to yourself, arms positioned in a self-hug in order to give you even the slightest semblance of warmth. eyes trained on the boy sitting at your front, a scoff left your lips, expressing your annoyance. his gaze was fixed on the large window beside you, blatantly ignoring your presence just as he did during the previous hour.

the silence was unbearable. you thought that maybe you would've gotten used to it after sixty whole minutes of muted awkwardness but no, it got worse— your lungs were practically suffocating as you drowned in the wordless sea of aural discomfort. it's not like you haven't tried to strike up a conversation with him; your first attempt had him staring at you for a good twenty seconds before burying his nose back into his physics book and your second attempt ended up with him him coughing violently and escaping to the bathroom.

you could probably already tell by the fervent death glares he gives you when you pass each other in the halls but did he really hate you that much?

well, at least he's a good partner to work with. a sigh left your cold lips and you decided to re-check your work while you waited for the rain to stop. you took a quick glimpse at jeno once more, only to see him typing up something on his phone.

thirty more minutes passed, yet the rain still hasn't shown any signs of ceasing.

at this point, if you didn't do anything about the biting gusts of the weather, you might actually freeze to death. you thought that maybe a warm beverage could help you case bur upon opening your wallet, you found out that you only had enough money for your bus ride home.

"of fucking course,"

with a harsh groan, you melted into the pile of books, papers, and notes in front of you, prompting the attention the male before you. you heard the slight screech of a chair and the shuffling of footsteps and you assumed that jeno finally had enough of you (not that you cared, at the moment). but confusion washed over you once you heard the footsteps return, along with a sudden warm object being placed near your resting head.

rising from your position, you were met with a steaming cup of what you assumed was a latte (the heart decorated on top looked like was mocking your current upbringing) with a complementary plate of warm bread.

at first, you assumed it was jeno's, and he purposely placed it near you just to spite you, but your brows furrowed and question marks started to pop when you saw that he had his own food placed before him. before you could start asking, he said something which only invoked more confusion.

"it's for you."

his voice was barely a mumble— a mere whisper against the pitter patter of raindrops from the outside.

three plus two equals six does not make sense and neither does jeno buying you food and a drink. nevertheless, you were in dire need of something warm, so you had no choice but to accept. the cup's temperature in between your palms made you release a relieved sigh. you mumbled a small 'thank you' before bringing the latte to your lips, taking in a long sip before replacing it on the oak table.

"why did you that?" you mindlessly asked before taking a single bite from the warm pastry. "don't you like, hate me?"

you didn't know exactly which part of your statement was wrong but for some reason, jeno suddenly choked on his drink after that.

"oh my god, are you okay!?" you stood up from your seat to try and help but he waved you off.

"i'm fine, it's okay," he breathed out after taking a few gulps from his water bottle. it took him a couple of minutes to regain his composure, but he still seemed distraught. brows furrowed and lips pressed tightly into a frown, jeno was stuck inside his sphere of thoughts. "you thought— you thought i hated you?"

"don't you?"

"no!"

jeno didn't mean to yell, but he was just so damn confused. there was absolutely no way, that he hated you— on the contrary, he actually harbored a minor (read: major) crush on you since the semester began. what confused him even more was that you looked just as confused as him and that confused you, as well. you two were both dwindling down in a tangled spiral misunderstandings with no means of escape.

"if you didn't hate me, then why did you literally disregard my entire existence this whole afternoon? i even tried talking to you but you just ignored me!"

"i didn't— well—"

pink. jeno's face was absolutely drenched in pink. the words that were supposed to come out were clogged inside his throat. how was he supposed to tell you that this was the first time you two had spent some time alone together and the way you spoke to directly to him got him way too nervous?

"—and how do you explain the literal death glares you send in my direction every single day!?"

"death glares? what—"

oh, he was so gonna kill mark.

his friend had told him that staring at you with intensity would help in expressing his feelings towards you without the need to say anything, but apparently that completely backfired. (all he knows now is that he was never gonna listen to any love advice from mark ever again).

jeno was at complete loss of words. he had dug himself neck deep into a hole without even realizing it. he wanted to clear up the misunderstanding, but how was he supposed to do it without making a complete and utter fool of himself? he took in a deep breath and spoke out.

"i'm— i'm really sorry if my actions came off as rude or hostile, but i really really don't hate you," jeno was nervous, secretly playing with hands underneath the table. he provided no further explanation as to why he did those, and you decided to not press into it any further.

he seems genuine enough. you thought.

"okay," jeno stiffened upon hearing you. "i'm also sorry for assuming things without asking you first, but to be fair you looked absolutely intimidating and i was too scared to talk to you."

it was silent at first, but suddenly the sounds of your laughter blended together with the pouring rain. you were still stranded inside the small coffee shop, but at least it felt a little lighter with the issue appeased. jeno smiled at you, eyes disappearing into twin crescents and you couldn't help the warmth bubbling in your chest.

"oh, by the way, i texted jisung earlier if he could come here and bring us some umbrellas," he started. "i think he'll be here soon."

jisung's arrival wasn't exactly cheery. he marched up to your, slammed two folding umbrellas in front of you, muttered an annoyed "you owe me" to jeno, and disappeared once more.

"aish, that kid," jeno complained and you let out a blissful laughter. "i'd have to teach him a lesson later."

after nearly two hours, you two had finally made it outside. the rain was still as strong as ever, but thanks to jisung, you had something to shield yourselves from it. the two of you stood wordless outside the doors of the cafe, facing parallel from each other with matching grins on your faces and it seemed thay neither of you seemed to have plans on parting.

"uh, thank you again," you enthused. "for the drink and for the umbrella. i'll be sure to repay you someday, jeno."

"no, it's okay," he insisted and you looked him, a pout present on your lips. the umbrella casted a shadow of your features, but jeno still thought you were brighter than the sun peeking from the clouds.

"well, alright..." you looked down, feet shuffling beneath you. passersby were probably wondering what the hell were these two kids doing loitering in front of the entrance, so you thought it might be a good idea to finally part ways. "then, i'll see you tomorrow?"

"o—oh, right, yeah,"

jeno stammered, forgetting that right, he and you both had to go. "see you tomorrow."

the corners of your eyes crinkled, giving him one last smile before turning your back, slowly walking away from him. the puddles splattered against your feet as you took each step. the happiness shown on your face showed no signs of leaving even until you'd entered the bus.

looking outside the rain stained window, you couldn't help but think that maybe the gods didn't hate you after all.