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[sluttywonwoo]

collision || h.js

pairing: virgin!fratboy!han jisung x best friend!reader

summary: jisung's fraternity brothers decide to pool their money and surprise him with a stripper for his birthday! nice gesture and all, but that stripper just so happens to be his best friend...

warnings: swearing, a little bit of mention of stigma towards sex workers at the end, smut (18+ ; minors dni)

additional warnings: lap dancing, dry humping

word count: 3k

Jisung’s blood ran cold as he stared at you from the opposite side of the room. A similar look of shock graced your features for a moment but it was quickly replaced by a smile, a fake one if Jisung had ever seen one. 

To be fair he had imagined this exact scenario- you in lingerie, standing in the middle of his living room- hundreds of times. But in those fantasies, the room wasn’t also full of a dozen or so of his friends.

When Jisung’s fraternity brothers told him they had a “surprise” for his birthday he knew it couldn’t be anything good but he certainly hadn’t been expecting his best friend to be the hired... entertainment for the party he hadn’t even wanted. 

“Should we leave them alone?” Minho, one of the older boys, teases. 

“We don’t get to watch?” Jeongin whines. 

“Nah, Hannie’s too shy for that.”

“That, and we only bought a private dance because it was the cheapest option,” Chris mutters under his breath, hopefully not loud enough for you to hear. 

“Let’s go into the other room, then,” Hyunjin says, finally drawing all of the attention away from you. “The others are waiting for us and we haven’t finished mixing all the drinks yet. The birthday boy can join us later.”

There’s some grumbling as the boys shuffle out of the room but they do make their exit, leaving you alone with Jisung. 

You’re the first to break the silence. “Happy birthday?” you offer with an awkward chuckle. 

“This is why you couldn’t come tonight?” 

“I was going to join later!” you correct him. “But yes, this is why I was going to be late.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I told you I had to work! I didn’t know it was you!”

“They didn’t... give you my name or anything?” Jisung realizes as he’s speaking that he doesn’t really know how your client intake works. Is there a form they fill out? Or do they just Venmo you and give you an address? Surely not, right? That would be dangerous. There had to be more to it than that. 

“They called you ‘Late Bloomer’,” you mutter, staring at the floor. “Said I’d know you when I saw you.”

Jisung’s cheeks burned and he scoffs. “Ironic. Yeah, that’s what the guys call me because they know, um, about...”

“You don’t have to say it!” you blurt. “I already know. That’s a really mean nickname.”

“All the pledges get nicknames like that,” he sighs. “Sometimes they don’t wear off after initiation.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You had taken a couple of steps closer to where he was sitting while you talked but you were still several feet apart. 

“Uh, well did you still want me to-”

“No!” Jisung shouts, cringing when he hears himself. “No, oh my god. You don’t have to do that.”

“I mean, it’s what I’m getting paid to do,” you point out. “Do you want your brothers’ money to go to waste?”

“I don’t give a fuck about their money.”

“So you don’t want me to?”

He’s sweating now. He feels it on his brow. “No, no. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

And I don’t want to cum my pants the minute you sit on my lap. 

You laugh. “Nothing can be more uncomfortable than what just happened in front of your, uh, friends.”

You had a point. “You don’t think it’ll make things... weird?” Jisung asks. 

You shrug. “Things are already weird, aren’t they? But if you don’t want me to, I'll go get dressed and we can join the rest of them at the party.”

“It’s not that I don’t want you to!” Jisung clarifies. “I mean, I’ve always been curious about... how your sessions go, like what happens and stuff, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to or that I want you to if that makes sense. Like I don’t want you to think I’m a creep-”

“Jisung.”

“Huh?”

“Instead of a real dance, why don’t I just demonstrate for you? Show you what I do, like you said?”

That didn’t sound too dangerous. 

“O-ok. You don’t have to do it on me, though. You can just, like, use a chair?”

You give him a small smile and nod. “Sure.”

There are lots of chairs to choose from but you pick the closest and drag it in front of where Jisung is sitting. You spin it so that the back is facing him and then run to get something from the bag that you’d dropped by the door when you came in. 

Jisung tries not to look at your ass as you bend down and rifle through the tote, training his eyes on the ceiling instead. He’d already been struggling not to get hard this whole time and it was about to get a whole lot harder, metaphorically and literally. 

You come back with a speaker and set it up on the floor under the chair. 

“Usually I put on some music,” you explain. “I’ll sit on the guy’s lap and ask him what he likes to listen to.” You sit sideways on the chair and cross your legs, pretending like there’s a man underneath you. “Whatever he says doesn’t matter to me, though. I just pick whatever I want to dance to and pretend his answer influenced my decision so he feels like he gets to have a say in the matter. Men like to feel special like that.”

Jisung nods along. You look up to check that he’s following before moving on. 

“Then I’ll stand back up, like this, and start dancing. Most girls dance in front of them first, to make them want it more. I used to get really self-conscious about that part because it feels silly to me but it really pays off in the end.”

Jisung gulps and nods again. He watches you sink to your knees and arch backward, spreading your thighs wider as your back touches the floor. He had no idea you were so flexible, no idea you could move like that, though he supposes he should have assumed considering you literally do this for a living. 

“And then right before I get back on his lap I’ll take off my top. Usually, it’s like a bra or something but sometimes I’m wearing a bodysuit and I’ll just pull it down.”

He doesn’t expect you to actually do it but you do. You reach behind yourself and pull on the ribbon holding the corset you were wearing together until it unravels and you can take it off. 

Jisung immediately averts his eyes, going as far as shielding his vision with a hand.

“Oh my god!” 

He hears you laughing. “They’re just boobs.”

Yeah, your boobs. 

“I thought you wanted me to show you how I usually do it,” you chide. 

Jisung hesitantly turns his head to face you again. He stares you right in the eyes, pointedly ignoring everything below your neck. “I didn’t think you would actually, um, strip.”

Your teasing smile falters. “Do you want me to put it back on? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No! You don’t have to. I’m not uncomfortable.” You look like you don’t believe him so he adds, “I just wanted to be respectful and stuff, you know?”

You roll your eyes. “You’re sweet. I’m honestly surprised you haven’t seen me topless before. We’ve known each other for so long.”

Jisung is in so much pain. “Haha, yeah me too.”

You approach the chair and straddle it like you would if someone was actually sitting there. Since there isn’t, you fold your arms on the back of it and rest your chin on your wrists. 

“I always lay some ground rules before I start, even if they’re a regular.”

“Ground rules?” Jisung asks. 

You nod. “They’re not allowed to touch me whatsoever. I’ll touch them unless they request otherwise, but only on the face and the shoulders, sometimes the chest. I’m not going to grope them or anything like that, even though I am grinding on them.” You demonstrate with the air, pretending to cup someone’s face and bring it closer to yours before pushing them away. “The whole thing is essentially just teasing someone for however long they booked me for.”

“Are there any other rules?” Jisung asks, trying to seem engaged and eager to learn more about your profession instead of focusing on how you’re riding that chair. 

“Yeah, one of my biggest rules is that the client has to stay fully clothed the whole time. There are exceptions like if they’re wearing a tie, I might loosen it or undo it. I’ve worn their ties myself once or twice.”

“Has anyone ever, um,” he pauses. 

You cock your head to the side in intrigue. “Has anyone ever what?”

“Has anyone ever like, cum? While you’re doing that?”

“It’s happened before. But they usually try not to because they’d have to pay me more. It’s in my contract. It’s also really embarrassing for them and it’s unsanitary- I won’t get into the details but it’s not very common.”

It definitely would have happened to Jisung if he had gone through with it. Honestly, it would probably happen if anyone were to give him a lap dance, but if it was you? He wouldn’t stand a chance. 

“But it’s normal for guys to get, like, hard, right?”

“Oh yeah, that’s pretty much guaranteed. Anyone would get turned on if someone was grinding on them. Sometimes it happens before I’m even on their lap, like you’re hard right now and I haven’t even touched you.”

“Wha-” Jisung’s neck snaps as he looks to confirm what he already knows to be true. He rushes to cover the bulge in his pants with his hands even though it’s way too late for that. “Fuck, I didn’t- it doesn’t-”

You brush it off. “Don’t worry, Ji. It’s a perfectly normal reaction to seeing something arousing. It means I’m good at my job.”

“No, but I’m your best friend! God, you must feel so objectified and weird...”

“Jisung, I promise I don’t feel weird or objectified. Is this too weird for you? Do you want to stop?”

“I- uh, I don’t know,” he admits. Obviously he likes what he sees, his hard dick pressing against the zipper of his jeans is proof enough of that. But he’s also never felt so embarrassed in his life. It feels so... wrong of him to be taking advantage of the situation like this. He should have taken up your offer to go join the rest of his brothers at the party because now he’s fucked. He’s a weak, weak man.  “Are you sure you’re okay with... it?” 

“Of course,” you assure him. “That’s the point of this birthday present anyway.”

Maybe, but it wasn’t supposed to be a present from you. Jisung is so overwhelmed by thoughts and emotions that he can’t even focus on what you’re doing anymore. He zones out, willing his erection to go down until he remembers that he’s supposed to be paying attention. He’s supposed to be learning. 

“So I go back and forth between grinding on the guy and dancing in front of him so it doesn’t get too intimate, and then towards the end I usually- fuck, it’s kind of hard to do when there isn’t someone actually here.” He watches you stand up and approach him. “Do you mind if I just....” you trail off expectantly. 

Are you asking what Jisung thinks you’re asking? Is whatever it is you’re trying to show him so important that you need to torture him further?

“If you just what?” 

“If I sit on your lap for this part? It’ll be quick, I swear.”

“Go ahead,” Jisung says before he can argue with himself. 

He had already dug his grave, he might as well bury himself too. 

You take a deep breath before placing a hand on each of his shoulders for balance and lowering yourself onto his lap. His legs are spread a bit so they’re kind of awkward to straddle but you’re used to it so it’s easy to adjust. 

“Wow, you are hard,” you breathe out, laughing a little. 

Jisung wants to die. He takes a deep breath of his own and steels himself before asking, “what was it that you wanted to show me?”

Your eyes light up like you had forgotten why you were sitting on him in the first place. “Oh, right. I put the music on a timer to fade out at the end of the session so when that happens I’ll grab the guy’s face like this,” you take Jisung by the cheeks and squeeze so that he’s forced to open his mouth. 

He wonders briefly if you’re about to spit in his mouth but to his disappointment you make him bite down on a piece of paper instead. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion and reaches up to pluck whatever it is from between his lips.

“What is this?”

“My business card!” you exclaim. “Smart right? I wanted to do something memorable and so far it’s gotten over fifty percent of my clients to become repeat customers.”

Jisung snorts. “Yeah, it’s definitely that and not the fact that you’re hot and have your tits out.”

“It’s all part of the sell,” you joke.

“Well, I can see why you’re working all the time,” Jisung quips. “You’re very good at what you do.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Of course I do.”

“I’m just sorry I ruined your birthday present,” you sigh. 

Jisung frowns. “What do you mean? You didn’t ruin it.”

“Yeah, I did! If your friends had hired someone else you would have gotten a real lap dance, not... an instructional.”

“I didn’t even know that’s what I was supposed to be getting! I didn’t know they had hired anyone!”

“Still, it could have been fun.”

“No, this was fun. I’m glad it was you.”

The worry line between your eyebrows softens and you smile fondly at him, making Jisung’s stomach do a somersault. Out of everything that had happened tonight, that was what affected him the most. 

He doesn’t know how much time passes but suddenly your expression changes. Your gaze shifts from relaxed to focused as you sit up and lean in, closer and closer until your nose is pressed to his. Jisung doesn’t want to speak. He doesn’t want to break the spell. His fists clench and unclench repeatedly at his sides. He’s desperate to touch you, to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you to him, but he won’t break your rule unless you give him permission. 

You break it for him, grabbing his hands and placing them on your hips.

“Is this okay?” you whisper. 

He nods, his forehead knocking against yours. “Yeah.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Positive.”

You swallow hard, eyes searching his for something he isn’t sure he has. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

Jisung has fantasized about this moment countless times and not a single one compares to it. Your lips are soft and warm and you taste like that chapstick you always keep in your pocket. Jisung recognizes it immediately because he’s borrowed it more than a few times. 

You moan and run a hand through his hair, pulling at the ends. It’s gotten a lot longer recently but you seem to like it. In fact, part of the reason he hasn’t cut it yet is because you keep complimenting the way he’s been styling it. He wonders if you like how it feels between your fingers. 

To his own surprise, Jisung is the first to use tongue. He feels your lips part and uses the opportunity to slide his tongue between them like you had with your business card. You moan again and this time you grind down on his lap for real. 

It catches you both off guard. Jisung’s hips follow the movement of yours, chasing your heat even when you lift yourself off of him in a panic. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t be,” he murmurs, trying to hide a smug grin, “it’s a perfectly normal reaction.”

Your eyes narrow at him. “I guess I deserved that.”

“Mhm- mph!” You kiss him before he can get another word out, this time shoving your tongue in his mouth. 

Now that you know it’s okay to grind on him, you don’t hold back. You seem so eager. If Jisung didn’t know better he’d think this had been your plan all along. 

“God, baby,” he whimpers, shocked at how shattered his own voice sounds. “This feels so good but if you don’t stop I’m gonna-” he can’t bring himself to say it. “I’m not going to last.”

You slow down and lift your head from the crook of his shoulder. “Do you want to stop?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know how far you’re okay with going but...”

“We can go as far as you want, Ji. You’re the one...” you don’t finish the sentence but Jisung knows what you’re implying. It isn’t hard to guess. It’s why he’d been given that stupid nickname freshman year. 

“You’d... you’d want me in that way?” he asks. He’s almost afraid of the answer because he doesn’t think you feel the same way about him. Even if you are down to fuck, he doesn’t think it’s because you have a big giant crush on him like he does you. Maybe you’re just horny or maybe you’d be doing it as a favor.

“Of course.” It’s not an answer that quells the burning questions he’s been holding onto since he met you but it does enough to temper the flames a bit. You want him. It’s enough. “But... you don’t care that your first time would be with a stripper?” 

He knows that’s not what you mean. He knows you’re worried that he feels like it’s inorganic. That it’s part of the job you had been hired to do. But he knows the truth. That isn’t what it is at all. 

He shakes his head. “My first time would be with my best friend. There’s no one else I’d rather it be with.”

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[daydreams-after-dark]

After Dark Master List

all stories are nsfw / 18+

↠Full Fics ↞

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"What's Your Fanfic Fantasy" (Complete)

Pairing: fem reader + Chan + Jisung // This is an AU story about Chan bringing your fantasies to life... but what happens when boyfriends Chan and Han fall in love with you?

↠Han Jisung↞

Sub police officer Han x con artist fem reader

Hannie wants to play with your ass but you’ve never done this before.

Back in Ten: soft dom CEO Jisung wants you to wear a strap and fuck his ass, after an important function.

Jisung Kinks // after dark hard thoughts

If Han was as small as a barbie doll

fem!Hannie freaky roller skater girl and fem!hannie double pen at a party

Drabble: Can I watch you, Sungie?: posted on my main blog. You come home from work early to find Jisung on your bed fucking himself with a dildo.

↠Bangchan↞

Masterlist Scientist Chan (Chris) x science!subject reader - feat. other members along the way.

↠Minho↞

Male escort Lino x fem birthday girl reader.

Stop Lift Button your work colleague Minho has moved into your apartment. What happens when he jumps in the lift with you.

Star Student Part 1: Pairing: professor/teacher Minho x adult female reader. You put on a show for your hot Professor while he’s trying to teach a class. (This is an adult classroom situation.) (5 min approx read)

Star Student Part 2: Pairing: professor/teacher Minho x adult female reader. Professor Minho makes you stay after class to fix the problem you caused.

Show Mommy: Lee Know dressed as Aunt Lina was doing things to you as you watched him on set. But what happens when you are invited to an after party and accidentally end up in Lee Know's room, and he's still in costume?

Billionaire Lee Minho and his Little Plaything You're at billionaire Lee Minho's extravagant party at some fancy historical manor, where unbeknownst to you he want to make you his "Plaything". Before you know what's happening you find yourself in a room with Minho, Changbin and Hyunjin. Minho has plans for you but he doesn't know you can play games too. Pairing: Lee Know x fem reader, Changbin x fem reader, Hyunjin x fem reader. Word count: 8k approx

Submission: Lee Minho x fem reader. You're billionaire Lee Minho's "plaything", but tonight the tables have turned and he let's you dom him. Approx word count: 3.4k

Ask: Minho face f^cks male!reader 🫠 this was so fun to write 🥵

↠Minsung / Minsung x reader↞

Minsung Saves the Day Minsung x fem reader (5 minute read) You've just been fingered to the brink of orgasm by Chan and Hyunjin in the back of a car, whilst Minho and Seungmin sit up front. Now you've arrived at the club and there's only one thing on your mind.

Behind the Curtain: mean!Han x bratty!reader + helpful!Minho. You tease your boyfriend Han before a show and he's not happy. So he punishes you, leaves you in a needy mess, and sends Minho to look for you. What happens when Minho can't resist your needs?

Kidnapper Clowns: clown!jisung x fem reader + Minho (5 minute read). dark smut // reader is "kidnapped" and tied up in the basement of two men in clown masks. Everything is planned/consensual.

Pretty Little Kitties: Jisung x reader x Minho. Jisung buys you and him matching kitten ears and tails. Minho joins in.

The window across the street: Han x fem aunty Lina x fem reader.

Private Show v.1 minsung x fem!reader | version.1 - you're a dancer at an exclusive establishment where you perform for kpop idols in masks. Minho and Jisung are after a specific kind of private show from you.

Private Show v.2 similar to v.1 but Minho and Jisung are in masks and reader doesn’t know it’s them (or does she?). This version plays out differently to v.1 and is super unhinged.

Minho edges Han

bratty fem!reader, Minsung must punish you

↠3Racha↞

We’ll make it fit: 3Racha Chan x Changbin x reader w/han for 2secs. They want to use her like their little toy. Dp.

3 racha c^m dump: Han asks you to meet him in the corridor at the bar. Bartender Chan and Security Guard Changbin join in.

3racha free use hard thoughts 1/♾️

3racha free use hard thoughts 2/♾️

3racha free use hard thoughts 3/♾️

↠Other Members / Mixed pairings↞

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Massage Therapist Changbin

Good cop Han / Bad cop Minho

Dom Seungmin and Jeongin x fem reader

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Skz reaction to you wearing a butt plug

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If skz worked at an adult shop what would each member recommend?

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After Hours: Felix; personal assistant | You; Corporate Boss. You're a corporate boss, he is your personal assistant. You're his boss by day, but after hours his soft dom side gets you weak.

Sweet Sweet Punishment: Bratty Han convinces you to let him go down on you without permission from Chan and Lino. They punish you both in front of everyone when they get home. features ot8.

Little Deaths (posted on my main blog) ot8 x reader. You’re stranded at a mansion where 8 horny ghosts must pleasure you.

Fuckbois Jilix: thoughts on how they pick you up and take you home.

Fuckbois Jilix version 2

Concept: Freeze: gangster boss fem reader x Chan x Hyunjin

Male reader x Han x Jeongin: you’re the meat in this delicious sandwich / dom top Han, Jeongin bottoms for the first time.

Thing dom chan likes to do to you (posted on my main blog)

Who in skz will share you (ask)

↠Fem!skz Universe↞

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[alwaysvivid]

˗ˏˋ  HEEYOUNG POST 4 JISUNG !!   ⋆. 𐙚˚ ˚◞

‘ happy birthday to the funniest , kindest and best boy to ever exist. my sweet boy sungie <3 you are my everything and more pretty and i am so happy you were born. i love you more than anything my little rockstar. ’

heeyoungs new private account is @gksskg

usernameis made up of the letters that correspond with korean letters that spell out her english name hannah

she really adores that boy and her birthday posts for him always show that. as little words as she uses no one can deny what he means to her.

˗ˏˋ  JISUNG POST 4 HEEYOUNG !!   ⋆. 𐙚˚ ˚◞

‘ exactly 24 years ago today the universe realised i couldn’t exist without you and gave me the best thing that’s ever happened to me. happy birthday youngie i love you more than words could ever explain. i know it makes you sick but you truly are my soulmate. so here’s to you baby. ’.

jisung’s private account is @1409547464

the first 4 numbers represent his birthday ( 14 september) where as the last spell out the letters of his name according to the corresponding numbers on the lock screen keypad.

one thing about jisung he knows how to make a love confession. as disgusting as he is he truly means every gross word he says

[junityy]

AND IT DOESNT EVEN STOP THERE

[moonbeamsung]

HANNAH ITS JISUNG DAY AORBALBDOWWLDSOJEODJEOWJA

OHMYGOSH HAPPY JISUNG DAY TO ONE OF MY FAVORITE ASTEROIDS🥺🥺🥺THATS YOU SOPHIE ah i need to pop into your inbox with something too so stay tuned ^^

[nightshade-minho]

-Snow-

Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, honeymoon au.

Wc: 1.1k

"Baby..." You poked Jisung's side insistently, causing him to let out a frustrated groan as he rolls over, facing you. The sunlight falling on him through the floor-length windows was excessive, and was slowly melting away his sleepiness.

"Y/n-ie, let me sleeep." He whined, his eyes scrunching as they remained stubbornly closed. The word 'stubborn' and Jisung went hand in hand, after all.

"We did not travel 4419 miles to spend our honeymoon sleeping in bed, now did we?"

He remained silent, a small snore cutting through the silence of the room. You rolled your eyes, looking up at the glass. Beyond it, the snow was falling steadily, and the mountains were visible from afar. God, your asshole of a husband really needed to appreciate this view, rather than snore and hog the bed.

"Sung." Another nudge, this one eliciting an angry groan. "Come on, it's your birthday. You know how mad Seungmin gets when we're late."

"Seungmin's just jealous cause his girlfriend never lets him have some in the mornings." He grumbled, cracking an eye open ever so slightly.

"Look, everyone's waiting at the hotel restaurant for you. They've told the staff it's your birthday. Come on Sungie, you never say no to cake..."

"They told the staff?" Another annoyed sound. "Ew Y/n, they're going to sing the birthday song." A long whine emitted him again, both his eyes sleepy but open.

"Why did we have to invite those three? Pains in the ass, that's what they are. It's our honeymoon. We're supposed to be alone."

The audacity. "You were the one who invited them, dumbass. I still remember it. ‘Y/n, please let them come, I promise they won't bother us, blah blah’."

"Yeah well, I just wanted to celebrate my birthday with them-"

You raised an eyebrow, and Jisung sighed, knowing he'd just lost. "Ugh, fine."

He peeked over at you, traces of sleep still lingering behind his eyes. You nodded, pursing your lips. "Good. Now, I'm going to go get ready." You slid the blanket off your form, exposing your glowing skin to him.

Jisung hummed. He hated losing, but maybe he could wrestle a reward out of this.

He grabbed your hand, pulling you back onto the bed with a soft thump. You looked at him questioningly, tilting your head. "Sungie...?"

"Birthday sex?" He shot you a dashing grin, and you couldn't help but cave. Ugh, that smile was definitely your downfall, the one that had gotten you from your shared college classroom to the altar.

"Okay...but we'll have to be quick."

He smiled eagerly, sitting up straight as you moved to straddle him. "Seungmin's not your boyfriend, is he? You'll do as I say, baby." He smirked, strong hands curving over your butt as you ran yours over his smooth chest. A shirtless Jisung was a sight you could never get tired of. His skin seemed to glow, the warm sunlight washing over his body, his muscles all the more prominent.

"You act all reluctant, but you're dying to have this cock inside you, hm?" He asked, one of his hands moving to grip your hip, guiding you over the bulge in his briefs.

Eh, what was the point of lying? "Fuck- I do. Jisung, h-hurry..."

"I like taking my time with you, shh."

His fingers slipped between your thighs, dipping past your shorts and running through your folds. "Mm, just as I thought...soaking. I didn't do anything yet, sweetheart. So needy."

You couldn't say much, your mind clouding over the moment Jisung had laid his fingers on you.

"Already can't speak? Damn." He lifted you slightly, pulling his briefs down. You almost salivated at the sight of his length, pussy throbbing. You tugged off your shorts, throwing them on the floor as Jisung smiled, watching you remove your panties next.

Almost immediately, he forced you down onto his erection, his leaking tip firmly nestled between your folds, pressing against your entrance. "Sung, want you in me..."

"Patience." Jisung slid his hands up your waist, pulling down the neckline of your tank top to expose your breasts to him. He licked his lips as he observed your nipples hardening, the cold air making you shiver as he shoved into you slightly.

You sucked in a breath, heart pounding erratically as you leaned down to leave a feather light kiss on his lips. A moan left him as he deepened the kiss, suddenly slamming you down onto him without warning.

You thought after countless sessions, you'd be used to his size and the way he felt so, so good inside you. But you were wrong. No...you could never get used to this feeling.

Never.

You bit your lip hard in order to avoid making any sounds, whimpering despite it as Jisung guided your hips, making his tip brush against your sweet spot insistently. He'd barely been inside you for a few minutes, and you were already embarrassingly close.

He bucked his hips up out of nowhere, making you dispel a choked moan. His grunts grew louder as he started to thrust, setting his own pace. You licked your dry lips, whimpering. “Fuck, you’re so big, filling me up s-so well...”

You could do nothing but take it. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down so that your bodies were flush against each other as he continued ramming into your cunt. Letting your forehead rest against his, your breaths intermingled as Jisung felt your pussy tighten around his length repeatedly. He groaned, unsure how long he would last when you arched your neck, the softest possible mewl leaving your mouth.

You clenched around him when you finally hit your high. It had hit you suddenly, so squarely you forgot how to breathe for a moment. Jisung stroked your hair, smirking down at the spot where you were connected as he continued thrusting into you, your small whines doing little to deter him. "Little princess came so fast. So needy~"

The overstimulation was blinding, and yet oh so pleasurable. Jisung continued chasing his high as he fucked up into you, heavy gaze piercing into your eyes. He wanted to memorize every feature on your wondrous face. He'd never loved anyone as much as he did you...

He glanced behind you, the freshly fallen snow blanketing everything he could see for miles. He knew you often ridiculed him for not "appreciating the view", but how was he supposed to let you know that you're more beautiful than any view he'd ever seen?

The snow was nothing compared to you. You were breathtaking in a completely different way...and you were his.

When Jisung spilled his cum into you, painting your walls whiter than the mountain peaks, he couldn't help but mumble what he'd said a thousand times before.

"I love you."

You smiled, giggling giddily. "Me too." You nudged your nose against his as you sat up, your sensitive pussy throbbing in the wake of your intense orgasm.

He slowly pulled out, watching the cum streaming down your thighs. You sighed. "I really have to take that shower."

He sat up. "Let's."

"Wait, together?"

"Yeah. Don't want to waste water, now do we?"

"No...but Jisung, you know we're just going to end up fucking again, right?"

Jisung sent you a wink. "Oh, I know."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE CUTEST QUOKKA IN THE WORLD! :3

[dreamiesdotcom]

rule #6 | l.dh

Summary: With Donghyuck, growing to love feels like a black hole, but not the depressing kind. Rather, it's something hard to get away from — like a force, a very strong force that allows no escape, and it's incredibly luminous as if going supernova.

Word Count: 3.5k

a/n: hi, this is moon from somewhere august, scheduling this post before i chicken out again :D by the time it's posted, it's already Christmas so,,, merry christmas y'all who celebrate!!!! Lots of love!!!

Just like most things involving Donghyuck, falling in love with him isn't such a good idea.

That was way too sped up, though. The best way to start this story, of course, is from the very beginning— the day human migraine number one (a.k.a Jaemin) decided to bring in evil genius Huang Renjun to the circle. That would've been fine. It just so happened that beside him sat the devil incarnate, Lee Donghyuck, and that, well, is totally all four directions far away from what's acceptable.

Rule number one to surviving this life thing: Never trust cute boys with sunshine smiles and mischief in their eyes, a.k.a Donghyuck, or Haechan, whatever name he decided to go by. That's why when he reaches his hands out over the table to your direction, you quickly dismiss his attempt — "Hi! I haven't met you yet, did you skip first period? You're Y/N, ri—"

"Please never speak to me." was your reply then, and human migraine number two (a.k.a Chenle) laughs. Jaemin nags for the rest of the break, talking about manners and getting along. The fools nod alongside him. You grumble, moody for no reason and feeling particularly mean, but you warmly smile at Mark when he arrives at your table. Somewhere along the lines, you met stares with the new boy, and you give him an indifferent look.

Donghyuck took the nonchalance as a challenge.

###

The following weeks have been infuriating.

Rule #2: At all times, seek Lee Jeno's company. Unreliable as he seems when it comes to patience, the boy is quite reasonable sometimes.

Your windows align with the sweet-faced boy, your roofs almost touching — if you tried hard enough, you two could sit together, side by side, just like this. Cold wind blows, but it doesn't make you shiver. Jeno's warm, and maybe that's why you love cuddling with him so much. Maybe.

Just maybe, that could be the reason.

"I can't hear what you're saying," he slowly says, laughter seeping through his lips. You whine at that, moving away so he could see you and you could speak clearly. His hand remains holding your chin up, endearing in a soft way, but it doesn't wash away your frown. "What were you saying?"

You groan, "I said, he's so annoying! The audacity, Lee Jeno, he had the audacity to call me ba—"

Jeno watches you with tender eyes. Your heart softens, and you forget whatever next words you had to say. Maybe things will be okay? He's here, after all. Just right next door.

At least, something is going right.

###

This new boy, it seems, is appealing to many. During his first week, people have constantly trying to 'show him around', and that excuse doesn't die down until one month. From then on, people just keep following him around with "Good morning, Haechan!", "Goodbye, Haechan!" and "How was the weekends for you, Haechan-ssi?"

To be honest, it's something you had to grow used to even way before the showed up. Having Na Jaemin and Mark Lee from the Basketball team in your circle just really has a way of putting the spotlight on your lunch table. Not to mention, Renjun, Jeno, and Jisung, who despite being quiet, just has a certain charm to them — Jaemin's words, not yours. And oh, don't even get started on Chenle. That boy is a social butterfly.

The difference is that he keeps entertaining them, unlike the others who awkwardly laughs or just greets back — safe to say that sometimes, the 'goodness' of his heart gets in the way of your education and daily life. Times just like this.

Jisung's name shines brightly at the top of the list. You cling to the boy excitedly, pinching his cheeks and slightly bouncing on your heels, "You made it on the dance team, Sungie! Oh my God, oh my Go—"

"Y/N..." he drawls out, both hands resting on your shoulder as if to calm you down, but the excitement in his eyes betrays his intentions. On the other side, Renjun waves at you with the others. It makes you chuckle, and you motion for them come — that is, of course, until someone pushes you, almost sending you to the ground if not for Jisung catching you midfall.

The girl furrows her brows, "Move, you're blocking the way."

Your palms itch at that moment, and you couldn't believe just what you heard — the nerve!

"Where's your manners?" rings Donghyuck's voice from where he's slowly making way towards you with the others, a grimace on each of their faces. Attitude seeps from his gaze, the kind that would've made someone quiver. "Don't go around pushing people."

"Wh—"

"Stop." you clench your hands to fists, thanking Jisung before straightening up. Through gritted teeth, you calmly look at the girl with a scowl on her face. "Look, I'm sorry, but can you politely ask me to move next time? That's be appreciated, thank you."

After bidding the others a small smile, you turn around to make your way to the library. What? For peace? For space? Just to be as far away from the boy following you right now as possible? You don't even know at this point. You feel like your celebration is ruined and all you want is distance from the person you dislike the most — to be honest, you don't know anything about him aside from the fact that he's Lee Donghyuck and that he's annoying, and that you automatically hate him. You don't plan on knowing more. That's why before entering the library, you turn around to face him with a solemn look.

"Thank you." he halts in shock. His smile widens, but you look at him with the same seriousness in your face. "But don't do it again. I don't need saving, Lee Donghyuck."

Later that night, you grit your teeth as you write down another rule: Say your gratitude but don't get used to the way he saves you. You're not a damsel. Just hand the goddamn sword or you'll be fine with your fists — maybe your eyes for daggers, too.

####

Rule #3: Never go to him for comfort.

22nd of April, 10:35 p.m. You close your eyes and wait. The clock hits eleven and you open the door for the others, greeting everyone with a cheerful smile. "Where's Jaemin?"

Mark shrugs, "Said he has an essay. He'll be late for a bit, but he'll make it before 12."

23rd of April, 12:00 a.m, your heartbeat races. Everything's all set, everyone's in the living room. You take out your phone with a giggle, typing out 'Happy Birthday, dummy!!!' with the biggest grin on your face. Jisung judges you slightly, but he quickly forgets it when a taunting yell from Renjun comes. You sit in the kitchen, staring at the delicately decorated cake, and you wait.

One hour turns to two, then three. Your smile fades slightly, and you check your phone for replies. When nothing comes, you click over his contact shakily.

To: Star <3

Happy Birthday, dummy!!!

Hey, Jen? You're one door away from me and yet you're an hour late.

Birthday boy, you're not ditching us on your own celebration, aren't ya?

When are you coming over ;-;

From: Star <3

I'm sorry!!!

Sorry but I'll be late!

Jaeminnie really needs my help with something.

We'll be there! I'm sorry, Y/N

Your smile disappears. Sullenly making your way to the living room, you count your steps to keep your ground. You look at the others in front of you with a smile, "Go start the movie, I'll wait for Jeno and Jaemin outside. Deal?"

"Sure." Chenle chirps, his grin never fading. Must be because of cheating his way through besting Jisung, Donghyuck, Mark, and Renjun at Monopoly for the past three hours, probably ruining their friendship. Oblivious to the world, Renjun grumbles something about Jeno never being punctual, that he'd pray that trait onto him as a birthday gift. You glance at them before heading back outside, sitting down outside your door, head in between your knees.

A tear. Maybe two. Is this how heartbreak feels like? The kind of crying where you can't even make a sound because people could hear, but then even your teardrops seem to be so loud.

The door opens and you put your head up, hurriedly wiping them away. You put on your best smile until Donghyuck occupies the space beside you. He hands you a handkerchief.

"Don't," he whispers when you obviously hold down a sob, and he leans you on his chest. You cry freely there — you don't know why you let him of all people, but all you know was that you couldn't think straight; desperation blooms on your chest like fresh flowers die over time, and he doesn't judge. He just holds you — no cheesy pet name, no flirty looks, no catch. Just someone to be with.

At 4 a.m with Lee Donghyuck, the starless sky and the moon all alone looks a little less lonely. In front of you, the sun begins to rise.

##

Rule #4: Aaaaand if you don't follow the preceding rule, then, you're fucked. This is your mess. Good luck, you're alone on this one.

After Jeno's birthday (and after he made up to you, he spent a month doing that.) something just begins to change. A pleasant shift, according to Mark.

From that day, something in you says that maybe, just maybe, he's not so bad and you were just unfair to him. This realization must be something brought by time; slowly, you got used to Renjun and Hyuck being a part of your circle. These tutoring sessions must be a factor as well, judging how to two get to spend time alone in the same table as you can't possibly study with the others around you.

Donghyuck would do anything to evade mathematics, though. At least that's what it looks like right now, as he doodles around the margins instead of solving the problems, and then opens a topic, "Nana and Jisung looks cute together. Should've known they wouldn't be serious with each other, him and Jeno."

You roll your eyes, but not the way you did back then. It's way softer, much more affectionate. "It's been a year, let them be."

"So what? It's only been a year." he seems really determined to waste time. He even makes a show of briefly making eye contact before pouting at the paper, "You and Jeno still pretend to be just friends, but the whole school's just waiting for you two to kiss."

You chuckle, "We don't."

"You do."

"Used to." you correct. You look over to the other table, Jaemin and Jeno throwing a banter while Jisung begs them to stop before Renjun smacks them all with a book. You gaze down the notes you're studying before shrugging, "Things change."

"Example?" he tentatively asks, absentmindedly tracing the letters and numbers scattered around his notebook. You rest your chin on your palm.

"Well, now, I might like you." because honestly, you do. He's a great company, although sometimes overwhelming and annoying. Especially that most of the time when he's with Jaemin, they brew the worst ideas together and it's pretty much storm from there.

It would be a lie to say that it's not one of the things that makes you feel warm, slowly growing fond. Your voice softens as he tilts up to meet your gaze, and you flash him a saccharine smile. "Soon, it might not be because you're my friend."

Things like this make you feel like you've missed everything with Jeno, all the things you both could've had; it's like you should've been like this. It's like you should've been holding hands, or walking down the streets, or sitting on a rooftop and asking for a kiss. The kind that would send a rush of energy on your veins, shaking you back to life, losing you to the dream that is the way his lips move against you. But best friends don't do that, so you don't.

Hyuck is not Jeno, though. He's not your best friend.

With Donghyuck, growing to love feels like a black hole, but not the depressing kind. Rather, it's something hard to get away from — like a force, a very strong force that allows no escape, and it's incredibly luminous as if going supernova.

###

Rule #5: Well, seems like you can't back out now. Love him. Love him so much that the sunshine in his eyes never fades.

"Why are we celebrating Mark's last day in town?" Donghyuck sits down in the living room, looking around at the place — balloons, snacks, a cake, everyone in your friend group. He sets down his gift, "Are we that glad that he's leaving?"

Mark huffs, "You'd fucking cry once you miss me and I'm cities away, Lee Donghyuck."

"I won't miss you because I'm coming over to your dorm every day and I'm dragging everyone with me." Donghyuck smiles and even when Mark shoves him a little at that, everyone knows that he's happy the younger said that. He flashes his sly smile, "You, however... ah, what do we do? Mark might miss me so much he fails three subjects."

Everyone cackles at that, and Mark only raises his arms at surrender, saying something about not joking like that because he's honestly 'terrified to start hell', wanting to just stay here and finish school with all of you, ranting about how troublesome it is to transfer. You lean back on your loveseat, lightly kicking Hyuck's feet. "What?"

"You talk like this but you'd sulk tomorrow, wouldn't you?" You taunt, snickering. "This is false advertising."

Donghyuck gapes as the others fall over laughing. "Oi, are you trying to help me fill out all the ten reasons I hate you?"

"You have only ten for me?" you add, and for some reason, that makes the others laugh harder. "I have a hundred for you, Hyuckie."

"I could write you thousands—"

Jeno scrunches his face, hands moving to cover Donghyuck's mouth. "Just please go kiss each other."

Donghyuck tears away from his hold, rolls his eyes, and waves goodbye. He tugs you away from Jaemin and then leads you upstairs, but not before one last banter with Jeno, who, in his all confused expression, tilts his head in question, "Ya, where are you going?"

"I'm not kissing Y/N in front of you fools."

And true to his word, that's what he does.

Donghyuck smiles like the world is kind, like unending unconditional love, without boundaries nor fears. He kisses like that, too, passionate and deep. He does it like it's the end of the world, as if it's the only thing he wants to do. He does it like he's thanking every single thing that led him up to this moment. He kissed you under those stars in his balcony, a hand warm on your waist with the other softly caressing your jaw, and it seemed like it lasted forever.

Because that's the truth. The last time never feels like the last time. There had to be more to this than what the skies have laid down.

Inside your dreamy little mind, Donghyuck was eternal and the love you shared was forever. That's what happened. You thought you had forever.

You thought you had forever, but you didn't.

###

Rule #6: But that won't make him stay if he's bound to leave. Accept that and love him, still. Love him through the rain.

"Lee Jeno tripped!" yells Chenle's loud voice, gaining the attention of everybody in the room, "And fell in love with Y/N, totally whipped that they can't even shop separately!"

"Hell, Chenle, where's your mute button?" Renjun hissed, "We gotta buy presents too. Who decided to do this so late, though? It's the 24th! You guys should've done it weeks ago!"

"Let's go?" Jeno asks, blatantly ignoring Renjun as he waits for you to take his hands. You smirk, waving the folded paper to the others after entwining fingers with him.

"Bye, losers! See y'all later~" you wink. Before being dragged out the Cafe, you point at your friends' direction "Whoever had my name better give me a decent gift, or Christmas is cancelled!"

"Baby, stop that," he asks, squeezing your hands to make you calm down. Your laugh even louder. He smiles, "Who did you get?"

"Hey, Lee, you don't get special treatment just because I'm dating you. It's a secret." you roll your eyes, a skip in your step even though the weather is cold. Jeno steals a peck on your cheeks, and your eyes widen. "Lee Jeno!"

Before you could even catch him, he's already running away from you, and you're almost falling over laughing as you try to catch up to him. He meets you at the end, in front of a busy mall, and catches you with a hug. You laugh on his chest, warm against his hold.

If memories come washing over you, no one has to know. Jeno looks lovely against white. He feels like art on a Christmas day, so beautiful and warm and special. That's all that matters.

"We agreed that we wouldn't try..." Donghyuck whispers, arms around you, "if things will get too harsh on the other, didn't we?"

"Yeah... if I was to leave, Hyuck, I don't want you waiting on me." you responded, half-asleep and sincere, "But I'm only saying it because I'm not leaving."

Donghyuck laughed, "Well, just making sure that if that happens, we'll meet again, yeah?"

"Hyuck, shut up. Nobody's leaving." you groaned, stirring at the joyful yelling downstairs. "Looks like it's 12 already. Merry Christmas, baby."

"Mhm, Merry Christmas. I love you." He smiles, leaves a slow, gentle kiss on your lips. "I love you. I'll love you even more this year."

Does moving away without a word count as loving someone more than you did the past year?

"You're spacing out." Jeno smiles, "Am I that handsome?"

"You always are. Stunning." you quickly reply, a little guilty. You enter the busy room and part ways so that you could shop for your gifts, but not before deciding on a meeting point and leaving a sweet, loving kiss. "Come back, yeah?"

"Of course." he nods before parting ways. Your heart remains at peace — as planned, at the end of the day, Jeno would come back to you at the entrance. He won't leave like the other did. He won't do that to you...

Two hours before Christmas, you sit down on your own for a bit, occasionally distracted by the noise. At their loudness, you can make out Mark trying to calm everybody down, Jaemin threatening murder to keep Jisung and Mark away from the kitchen, Jeno convincing Chenle to get a dog. As you write down their yearly letters, you can't get rid of the smile on your face.

Why they decided to spend this holiday at yours, you don't really understand. Can't say you're against it, though. It's perfect; the tree all of you built together, the presents, the games you'll spend the night playing. The friendship.

Only that someone's missing. As if to lessen the pain, you write his name down on the paper — except it's not a new one, but rather, the page you've been foolishly writing your rules on; the rules that never stood a chance to save you. You trace your hands over the words, but you quickly shake nostalgia away as you turn the page over.

Hello, Donghyuck-ah!

You know the drill. For some time, you received some of my letters, didn't you? After all, we spent some years together... as enemies, as friends, as lovers. You probably memorized how it goes: I'll dwell on the year, I'll tell you how I chose your gift, I'll try to say how much I adore you, and then I'll thank you for being here.

Unfortunately this time, I can't tell you how our year went... I didn't spend it with you. I wasn't able to get you a gift, too, because I don't know if your preferences changed. And I can't thank you for being here. I can't because you're not.

Though I could still tell you that I love you, now it's kind of different. It's less of something that desperately needs you, and more of the kind that longs for you. Jeno and I got together at last. It's complicated how we happened, but we gave it a try and... just. That. You won't read this, but I still want you to know... even if this will never reach you.

Remember that we said that we'll meet again? Well, where are you? Are you happy? How's life been, miles away from home, from your friends, Hyuck-ah?

Merry Christmas. I hope you're happy.

I hope you are, of course, I do. I want you to be happy, I do. I can't wish for anything more — I want you to be happy... just that I hope you're sad sometimes, too, just like me... because of me. I want your heart to break sometimes too. I want you to cry sometimes too. In those empty spaces, I want you to remember me.

And I know you won't do any of that, but in my twisted imagination, you do. And you are.

You're the happiest you could be, but not that much — not happy enough that you'd forget me.

[honeydh]

Just a little something 👉🏻👈🏻 I hope you like it! Happy birthday @jising-jisang-jisung <3

[13:02]

The sun shone warmly on your exposed face. That morning when your boyfriend, Jisung, had texted you about a picnic, you were confused. It was the dead of winter with several inches of snow on the ground. Did he expect the both of you to freeze outside just to have a picnic?

It hadn’t occurred to you that you could have an indoor picnic.

The cafe you sat in was all but empty, no one wanting to brave the cold weather today. But here you were, dressed in a small dress and thin tights with your hair curled and makeup done, as if it was still spring. Only your heavy coat and scarf- and the snow through the window of course- gave clues as to the true season.

A plate being placed in front of you shook you from watching the snow outside. You looked up to find Jisung, setting your slices of strawberry cake down. You smiled up at and thanked him. He took his seat across from you, pulling his cake a little closer.

“What is it?” he asked, noticing you were staring at him. “Do you... not like this cake? I can get you another one-”

“No! It’s okay Sung,” you laughed, grabbing his sleeve to pull him down as he stood up. “I just... wanted to look at you more.”

A heavy blush settled on his cheeks, and you barely contained the urge to coo at him. Through his flustered state, Jisung reached to hold your hand in his. “You can look at me all you want, I’m your boyfriend after all.”

It was your turn to get shy, ducking your head down to press against the table as you stared at your lap. Turning your head to look at him through your fallen hair, you said, “Yeah, you are.”

Eventually you both calmed down to eat your strawberry cakes, melting at how good it tasted. You’d never been to this cafe before, but you’d definitely be coming back.

Your hand remained in Jisung’s the whole time, while you both talked about random things, and how while you loved the snow, you couldn’t wait for warm weather again.

“Why? Because your hands are always cold?” Jisung teased, flicking one of your fingertips. “It’s okay, I’ll keep them warm for you from now on.” Your heart fluttered at his sweet words, then stopped completely as he picked up your hand to press a kiss to each fingertip.

You squeaked, quickly looking around to make sure no one was watching. They weren’t.

“You look really really pretty today,” Jisung complimented, back to stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

“Thank you Sungie,” you said shyly, heat returning to your face again. “And thank you for taking me out today. It’s really nice to spend the afternoon with you.”

Jisung smiled, quickly leaning over the table to press a quick kiss to your lips. “Happy birthday princess.”

[fydream]

even if it is, just for tonight | p. js

☌ genre: jisung x reader, slice of life(ish), fluff, angst?, high school!au? kinda.. i wouldn't say it's a college!au but it's the summer before you move to college, the mood is a teenage coming of age movie where the main characters sneak out and do things but like not illegal things yk, best friends to lovers because i'm a sucker for that!!, inspired by life is strange episode 3 + we go up era/the we go up mv teaser + the perks of being a wallflower, mentions of ex-boyfriend!jaemin, say hi to skater boy!renjun!!! also say hi to college boy!johnny!! they're more of a touch and go but they'd appreciate a hello :-)

☌ songs/playlist: 🎵(yes these go in order of the story,,, the most important songs though are "aint it fun by" paramore and "fallingforyou" by the 1975 and maybe "is there somebody who can watch you" also by the 1975)

☌ word count: 7.3k!! 

☌ warnings: food mention, cursing, uhh breaking and entering? i wouldnt really say that but it's more off you jumping a fence and trespassing lol, also this is semi proof read lmao sorry

☌ author note: this is dedicated to my dear friend cam!! (@huangsilks​) happy birthday i love you <333 here's a lil fic bc ur senior year got cut short and as much as i wish i could give it to you, i cant, and im so sorry about that. so take this fic in return <33 mwah // all i want to do is live in a teen coming of age movie is that too much to ask for? and that's on the media romanticizing your teenage years!

☌ disclaimer: this has no relation to htbah!jisung at all. this is a completely different universe. thank you.

─ 10:45pm;

The last day of summer vacation is always fun until you realize that the sun has started to set and the inevitability of tomorrow starts creeping into your thoughts.

So what were you doing on your last day (or night in this case) of summer? You weren't doing anything special, just looking through your room and going through the various photos you had put up on your walls, recalling past memories from your previous years in high school.

Tomorrow night you were leaving your small town and moving across the country to attend college. Needless to say you were excited to move away and get a fresh start but the one thing you weren't ready for was to say goodbye to everyone.

You didn't have a going away party like everyone else, you decided not to because that meant you were actually leaving. Though your bags were packed and your room was put together, it didn't feel like you were going to college. The realization hasn't hit yet, it just felt like another normal night. You were busy looking through one of the memory boxes you had in your room when you felt your phone buzz, indicating you've gotten a text.

[sungie: hey]

[sungie: wanna go on an adventure?]

[you: wtf? the sun set already, if i get caught i'm done for!]

[sungie: c'mon.. live a little]

[sungie: im picking you up in five, get ready :)]

Park Jisung. Your best friend since, well, since elementary. He's the boy who you grew up with, the boy who you happened to survive all of high school and middle school with, he's also the boy who happened to capture your heart doing the simplest things you could imagine.

He was your first crush, but not your first boyfriend.

He also happened to be the boy who was always there for you, no matter what. So if you were going to spend your last night in the town you grew up in, why not spend it with your best friend, Park Jisung himself?

Seeing as that he was already on his way, it left you with no choice. Grabbing the closest hoodie near you, you silently made your way to your front door where you slipped on your shoes before heading outside as quietly as you could.

It takes a few minutes before you see a familiar car pull up on your childhood street. Approaching the vehicle, you hear music playing that's only being muffled due to the windows that are rolled up and the doors being shut closed.

"Hey." He says lowering the volume as you open the door to his passenger seat. "Are you ready?"

"You're fucking insane." You snort as you buckle your seatbelt. "Wake up my whole neighborhood why don't you?"

"I mean.. Only if you want me too.." He teases, placing his hand on his car horn.

"Don't you dare!" You squeal, trying to grab his wrist before he could attempt to wake up your whole neighborhood. To no avail, you failed which resulted in a fit of laughter from him.

"C'mon. Live a little." He says once more before driving away from your. house, turning out of your neighborhood and onto the empty streets.

"Where are we going?" You ask, watching the streetlights pass by.

"It's a surprise."

"That's so ominous."

"I know."

"Could you at least give me a hint?" You whine.

"I'll give you one word."

"I'll take whatever I can get."

"Okay, the word is playground."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" You ask, shooting him a glare.

"Hey! you said you'll take what you can get, and I'm giving you one word." He defends.

"You're annoying." You mumble, turning away from him to look back out the window.

"So I've been told." He snorts, focusing his attention back on the road.

Your first stop of the night is the playground of your elementary school.

It was kind of unexpected because the last time you were here was probably when you attended school here, years ago. To be honest, you were expecting to be taken to the park near your house. The playground there was mostly abandoned due to all the kids on your street growing up, you would still see other children playing on the swings or sliding down one of the tube slides but those were on good days. Most of the time it was just empty.

"School?" You ask confused, watching as Jisung unbuckles his seatbelt and opens his door to step outside, you doing the same. "Jisung, we're way to big for this playground, you know that. Why are we even here?"

"You'll see." He says, grabbing your hand to drag you over towards the gate that they used to fence off the playground. ”Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" You ask, earning a wink in response. "Oh my god.. Jisung no!"

Before you could realize what was about to happen, the hand that Jisung was using to hold yours was now being used to help pull himself over the chain linked fence that lead to your school's playground. After successfully throwing himself over the top of the fence and landing on the other side with a light thud, he smiles at you. "Your turn."

"What the hell?! No way!" You protest. "I can't even climb a fence! You know this!"

"Actually. That's false." He confidently states, knowing he’ll win this argument. "You climbed a fence Junior year when you were hanging out with Johnny Suh and his friends."

"What? Who told you that?!" You exclaim.

"Just a little someone who's name begins with a little 'Ren' and ends with 'Jun.'" He says playfully, sending you a little wink.

"That brat!" You whisper yell. "That’s the last time I tell Renjun something.." You add, mumbling.

"So, your turn." He repeats, gesturing towards the gate in front of you.

"I can't believe I'm fucking doing this." You mumble before continuing to hoist yourself over the metal fence. Your landing wasn’t as smooth as Jisung’s, seeing as you almost lost balance trying to get down from the top resulting in Jisung having to catch you so you didn’t break an ankle or something.

"See? That wasn't so bad." He snorts, letting you go.

"I hate you." You scoff. "Why are we even here again?"

"I'm glad you asked." He says smiling, grabbing your hand once more. This time, instead of leading you to a fence you had to jump be brings you to a small play structure. It takes you approximately a minute for you to realize where you were and where he was taking you.

"Right here." He says pointing to a red tube slide. "Our first stop of the night. This is where we first met, remember? You practically shoved me down this slide because you wanted to go down it and I was in your way."

You chuckle as the first memory of you and your best friend plays. "Of course? How could I not remember? I got called into the office afterwards because some kid told one of the teachers that I was bullying you. To this day, I still don't know who told on me."

“It was Wendy, if you wanted to know.” He adds. “She told me after she told on you.” He shrugs.

“Of course it was..” You mumble, hopping up to sit against one of the bottom steps that led up to the slide.

"Is this what we came here for?" You ask, looking up at the boy who was currently climbing up the side of the playground structure.

"Ding ding ding! We have a winner!" He yells loud enough for anyone in a five mile radius hear. Maybe it’s because of how quiet it is at this time of night, or maybe it’s because he just got louder whenever he was with you. But those were besides the point, if there were any cops around right now you two would definitely have gotten caught thanks to Jisung.

He makes his way to a safer spot, where he can jump down from the top of the playground. Despite the fact he moved you still scold him for his reckless actions. "Don't do that!! You’re going to get hurt! What happens when you jump off of something and finally break your ankle, hm?"

Jisung shrugs in response. "Well you see, it hasn’t happened yet. You can even check, I’m fine. It’s okay."

"You stress me out, you know." You scoff, turning away from him to walk towards the monkey bars that were once too tall for you, but now are nothing compared to your height.

"I know." He shouts from across the playground. Because of how quiet it was with just you two being there in the dead of night you could hear his footsteps along the playground structure. You could hear it creak every now and then, making you wonder if it was Jisung causing then noises of if it was just because of how old the structure is. You think about how long it's been here, how many children have played in the exact spots you were standing in and how many more will until they decide to finally remodel or get rid of it.

"It's been ages since I've been here." You whisper, running your hand along the cool, metal railing as you climb the short steps that lead up to the top, where Jisung was waiting for you.

"I know right? Do you remember this spot?" He asks, taking a seat on the platform, which barely has enough room for both of you. "We used to sit here and gossip about who we thought were cute in the fifth grade." He snorts.

"Yeah.. And when people tried to come up here you'd yell at them for the password." You laugh. "That was really fun. A simpler time." You add, going back replaying through some of your memories which were long forgotten.

For the next couple minutes you and Jisung just sit there, reminiscing to when you were both small children, where your only worry was your guy's spot on the playground being stolen.

“This is nice..” You think to yourself. “It feels the same, just like the good old days.”

"Uhm." Jisung coughs, getting your attention. "We better get going. There are more stops to go and well, we don't have all night do we?"

"Oh. Yeah." You sigh, not wanting to get up from your spot. "Where are we going now?" You ask.

"You'll see." He says, flashing you a grin.

You smile, rolling your eyes at the boy in front of you, who was now attempting (and failing) to slide down the slide in front of you.

"It’s not slippery anymore." He frowns.

"Well, yeah." You giggle, making your way down the same way you came up. "It's been years Sungie. What'd you expect?"

"I dunno. The same amount of slipperiness?"

"You're silly." You tease, lightly pinching his cheek. "Let's go." You’re about to walk away when Jisung grabs your wrist, stopping you from waltzing away to his car.

"Are you sure?" He asks. "You were kinda hesitant to jump a fence you’ll sure you'll be ready to do whatever else I have planned for tonight?" He teases.

"Depends." You hum. "Are we going to get into any kind of trouble?"

"That's up to us."

"Then of course I'm down." You say, dragging him back the way you entered.

─ 12:23am;

The next stop is in the city near your small town. To be more specific it's the rooftop of one of the many parking garages your city has. Jisung's car is the only car parked right now due to the time being nearly twelve thirty in the morning, and you just can't help but wonder why you spent the last half an hour driving to an empty parking garage.

"Okay Park Jisung, why are we here?" You ask, leaning against the railing to look outwards for any sign of reason.

"Well first of all, if you're looking for the reason why you're on the wrong side." He chuckles, leading you towards the opposite side of the rooftop. "And if you look to your left you'll see a small venue." He says in one of those touristy guide voices, earning a giggle from you.

"Hey! Isn't that where we-"

"Saw our first concert?" He cuts you off, finishing your sentence.

"Yeah.. I remember that night. We skipped school that day to make sure we made barricade." You snort.

"It was definitely worth missing a pop quiz and two weeks of being grounded." Jisung comments.

"You act like you didn't sneak out every night during those two weeks." You joke, lightly punching his arm.

He gives you a small pout and a fake "ow." in response. "Well, yeah?" He replies. "How else was I going to see my best friend?"

"Anyone ever told you you're annoying?" You ask rolling your eyes, leaving the edge of the rooftop to walk towards the center.

"Mmm." He hums, looking up to indicate that he was thinking. "I don't think so."

"Well, you are." You say before asking "So why the rooftop?"

"I'm glad you asked." He starts, pulling out a tiny speaker from his jacket pocket. "Remember how you said you were kinda sad that we haven't gone to a concert in a while?"

"Mhm."

"Well congratulations y/n l/n because here I have a tiny speaker that'll make it feel like we're having our own mini concert on the top of this garage building tonight!" He exclaims in a fake announcer voice.

Giggling, you smile at him before going along with the joke. "Oh wow? My own private concert? Right here? Right now? With the only relevant person in my life? How could I even think about passing that up!?"

Jisung snorts before handing you the wireless speaker, allowing you to connect your phone to it. The first song you play is "Ain't It Fun" by Paramore for the sole being of it being that song.

"Paramore?" Jisung asks, a bit confused on why you chose this song out of all things to play.

You smile at him before placing the speaker on the ground. Taking both his hands you say, "Jisung. It's fucking Paramore! Do you not remember this song? This is the one we used to blast on my speakers in my bedroom whenever we had a good day. I miss that. Now c'mon! Dance with me!" You giggle, dragging him away from the speaker and to an emptier spot in the parking lot. And so he does. It's not any choreography or anything, it's just you two jumping around on a rooftop to one of your feel good songs. A carefree moment to be exact, where it feels like nothing really matters anymore.

Jisung smiles, backing away from you to watch as you jammed your heart out. If anything, he would give everything just for you to have this moment forever. He knows how stressful life can be, not to mention how hard you worked just to barely make it into your dream school. He also knows how hard it is to feel alone, so he really isn't surprised that your chose thing song because it was your song. Jisung knows a lot more than you could ever know, so if it means he only has one night left to give you everything, then so be it.

Before you know it you watch as he runs towards you, engulfing you in a hug. Shocked, you try your best to look up towards the boy who had you in his arms. If you weren't this close to him you probably wouldn't have noticed the slight glossy look over his eyes, deciding not to touch on it for now and just accept the hug as the song fades into background noise.

"You're leaving tomorrow." Jisung whispers, before pulling apart from the hug, placing his hands on your shoulders. "You're leaving, tomorrow." He states once more this time, more softly while looking at you in the eyes. "You're gonna go off to some college and find a new, maybe get a new boyfriend, and even get a life of your own."

"You know I'll never replace you." You respond back, voice barely above a whisper. You were looking at the cement on the ground or the buildings that were only light being lit up by the various lights around or the night sky, which you definitely haven't seen in a while. You were looking anywhere, everywhere that wasn't your best friend, because you knew for a fact if you looked at him in this moment you would cry.

"But hey," You say speaking up, finally getting the courage to look him in the eye. "That all starts tomorrow. I'm still here right? We still have what? Like twelve hours? So let's make the most of it while we still can, okay?"

Jisung looks down at you before giving you a sad smile. "Actually it's seventeen hours." He sniffs, letting out a light laugh.

"Okay? So? I've got seventeen hours to spare, do you have seventeen hours to spare?" You ask, teasingly.

"You can have all my time in the world, y/n." Jisung replies, pulling you back into the hug.

"Glad to know." You giggle. "Because I'm willing to give you all of mine."

Soon enough the song ends and you hear the beginning of Fallingforyou by The 1975 start to play.

"Hey," Jisung whispers. "I- Uhm. You know this song reminds me of you?" He says.

"It's does?" You ask, voice muffled due to the fact you were speaking into his chest. "Why?"

"Oh god." He starts. "You can't make fun of me for this though." He says pulling away from the hug.

"I won't. I promise."

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise."

"Okay well.." He starts, walking away from you. "Here goes nothing.." There's hesitation in his voice and you can't tell if it's because what he was going to say would hurt you or if he just never planned on telling you. It's silent for a few seconds before he breathes in and let's out a sigh.

"I used to like you, y'know."

Though this is just the start of his sentence you wonder why it already began to hurt. Perhaps it could be because he started his thought off with 'I used to like you.' Used to, meaning not anymore.

"Back in the beginning of Sophomore year, when I saw that you started dating Na Jaemin I realized how much I liked you. And when I saw how much you were with him and how much fun you were having with him I couldn't help but wish that were me.. I couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if I figured out my feelings before you got with him. And even after you two broke up, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I just confessed to you, out of the blue."

"Is that so?" You ask, walking towards the boy who was now seated on the hood of his car.

"Yeah." He whispers, looking down so he didn't have to face you.

"Well, then I have a confession to make." You state, hoping onto the empty space next to him to take a seat. "I used to like you to."

"You did?"

"I did." You hesitantly state.

"Oh.." He whispers. "How long ago?"

"A while ago." You say softly. "I never wanted to risk anything because I didn't want it to affect our friendship. I didn't want to imagine what would happen if we ended up breaking up on a bad note. I didn't want to risk losing my best friend."

"Oh." He sighs.

"What do you think would've happened if we dated?" You ask.

"I dunno actually. I mean, I don't think much would really change.. We're already pretty close, and we basically act like a couple anyways. Just look at us right now." Jisung responds.

You didn't realize it but currently you were snuggled up against his side, with his arm wrapped around you. If Jisung didn't point it you probably wouldn't have noticed. "We do everything together, and we always bring each other gifts. We even went to prom together, remember?"

"Well yeah.. as friends."

"That's besides the point. I'm talking about how people see us y/n. Go ask anyone, Donghyuck thought we were dating."

"He doesn't count. Donghyuck thinks everyone is dating." You snort.

"Okay, then ask Renjun. The reason why he told me you jumped that fence was because he thought that Johnny was gonna steal you from me."

"He did?"

"Yeah. His exact words were 'You're girlfriend just jumped a fence to hang out with J. Suh and them. I'd be careful if I were you, Johnny's known to steal each other's girls.' You should've seen how confused I was and how awkward it was to explain to him that we weren't a couple." Jisung laughs. "He was so confused."

"He thought we were dating?"

"Yeah."

"Jisung." You state, looking up at him. "This is my last night here. And before you tell me to shut up and enjoy the moment I want to tell you one thing, okay? It's really really important to me and I feel like if I don't tell you this right now, I may never will."

"Geez, you're dramatic." He jokes. "What's so important anyways?"

"I still like you."

"Oh.." He whispers. "Oh? Wai-Wait. You still like me?"

You nod.

"Like.. like-like?"

"Yes, like like-like." You chuckle.

"O-Oh.."

There's a moment of silence before anyone says anything else. The only things making noise are the sound of distant cars that you hear drive by, along with the wind as it decides to pick up a slight breeze. Your phone is still playing music but you can barely hear it over your light breathing, which to you, sounds like the loudest thing on world. Your head is occupied with thoughts on why you decided to confess right now and Jisung is left trying to process what you just told him. It only lasts for a few seconds, a minute at most, but it feels like an eternity.

"Hey y/n?" He says softly. You snap your head up, looking towards him. Half of you is ready to hear whatever he has to say while the other half of you is worried that you just ruined everything with four little words. "Yeah?" You ask as your voice cracks a little.

"I still like you too."

"You do?"

"I do."

"So the question becomes, what are we?" You whisper, looking back down at the ground. "I leave tomorrow."

"That doesn't mean anything.." Jisung mumbles.

"What are you talking about? Yes it does. It means everything."

"No, it doesn't." He states, jumping off of his car hood to stand in front of you. "Think about it, you leave tomorrow right?"

"Yeah.."

"Well, like you said. You're still with me right now and we've still got-" He stops, taking a second to glance at his phone to check the time. "About sixteen and a half hours to spare.. So, why not make the most of it?"

"What are you implying?"

He sighs, taking a step closer to you to grab both your hands and pull you off his car hood himself. "Will you, y/n l/n, be my girlfriend? Even if it is, just for tonight?"

You squeeze his hands, unsure of what to say. Of course you want to say yes, this is one of the moments you've been waiting for! Something you never expected to happen! So why were you feeling so unsure?

Maybe it's because you knew this wouldn't last forever, or maybe it's because it was your best friend. Either way, each option had it's pros and cons. You just couldn't figure out which ones outweighed the other.

If you say yes, then you would've got to experience your long term crush being your boyfriend. But it also meant it would end in less than 24 hours, and what if you didn't want that? Sure long distance is an option, but would you be able to do it?

If you say no.. Then what would happen? Would tonight just end up awkward? You didn't want to pine after some boy for so long, and you sure didn't want Jisung to feel embarrassed, especially since both of you just confessed to each other.

So what do you say? You don't have all the time in the world to pick an answer.

"If I were to say yes.." You say, speaking up. "Do you promise nothing will change between us afterwards? Will we still be friends after that?"

"We can be friends." He says. "Or we can be more than friends. We can be whatever you want. I just want you to be happy."

You sigh, letting go of his hands, only taking a second to look at him.

"What?" He asks, moving to get closer to you.

"Nothing." You sigh. "Just thinking."

"About what?"

"About.. us.. You know..  What are we going to do once the sun comes up?"

"Cry and then kiss some more?" He jokes, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

"Sungie.. I'm being serious. What are we gonna do?"

"I don't know, y/n. If I'm going to be honest I don't want to think about it either.. I didn't think that far ahead!"

"I know you didn't but we have to talk about it. It's bound to happen."

"What is?"

"Us.. breaking up.."

"You didn't even accept my offer and you're already thinking about us breaking up?" He asks. In his head it sounded okay, but by the look on your face he can tell it came off differently.

"What?" You ask.

"We could always do long distance y'know.."

"Sungie. Look at me." You sigh, looking at him in the eyes. "I'm moving across country and you're staying here, without me. What did you think was going to happen?"

"I didn't think anything was going to happen! I just wanted to spend one night with you as my girlfriend!" He yells, and you take a step back at the sudden volume change.

"You expected me to say yes?"

"No! Of course not! I didn't even plan any of this! I prepared for the worst, but then you brought up the whole liking thing and it just.. I don't know?! Gave me hope?"

"I don't know.. what'll happen when the sun comes up, y/n. I don't know what'll happen at all. I just want you to be happy.. and if that means we have to finish this night as just friends, then I'll be okay with that. We can pretend like nothing happened and we can just go on-"

"What if I don't wanna pretend like nothing happened?" You ask, cutting him off.

"What if.. I wanna say yes, but I'm just too scared to?"

"Why would you be scared?" He asks.

"Because.. if I do.. and this happens to be the best night of my life.. I don't want it to end."

"The answer I want to give you is, 'it doesn't have to end.' but that would just be a broken promise on my part." He sighs, giving you a sad smile. "But the answer I will give you is, we can make the most of it, but that's only up to you. So I'm asking you again, y/n l/n. Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes." You sigh, nodding your head reluctantly.

He pulls you into a hug and even though it's just a hug, it's one of the best hugs you've ever experienced. It's more on the comforting side, which would explain why you felt warm and at home. But it different from the hugs you've shared before.

"So where are we off to now?" You ask, ready to officially start tonights adventure. It comes out more muffled due to the fact that you're still holding each other.

"You're so eager." Jisung pouts. "Can't we just stay like this for a while?"

"I suppose so.. It's nice."

─ 3:06am;

The third stop of the night is diner just a couple minutes away from your high school. It's open 24hours meaning you'd see students come here after dances and school events, two of them being you two. One of the convenient things about this place was that it also had a small arcade connected to it. Maybe it was just a marketing strategy, but it worked so this is where you spent the majority of your free time.

"Hungry?" He asks, pulling up in the parking spot in front of the entrance door.

"Why are we here?" You ask, glancing over at the radio to check the time. "It's three am.."

"So?" He asks. "Let me take you on a date. We can even share a milkshake if you'd like." He teases.

"How romantic." You snort.

"Y/n!! I'm being serious!" He whines. "Do you know how badly I've wanted to take you on a date here?"

"Well.. Technically we have gone on one, multiple to be exact." You claim.

"Oh yeah? Name them."

"Our study sessions for SAT's?"

"I meant a proper date! You call suffering together while we complain about the future a proper date?!" He exclaims.

"Okay then how about all the times we came here after a dance or sport event hmm?" You ask.

"Those don't count! We went as friends!"

"I like to count them as dates.." You admit. "After all, they're the best ones I've been on."

"Oh really?" He asks. "Better than the ones that Na Jaemin has taken you on?"

"Uh, yeah? Of course?"

"Take that Jaemin!" He exclaims, causing you to giggle.

"What's your deal with him anyways?" You ask, curious on what he has to say.

"Well.. he's the person I'm competing with, right? For best boyfriend?"

You roll your eyes. "It's not a competition. Besides, if it was, then you'd automatically win." You tease. "So are we going on a date or what?"

Jisung giggles. "Yeah. Let's go."

The diner is empty. There isn't anyone but a lone police officer, drinking a cup of what you assumed to be coffee; two girls who happen to look like they're on a date, and another boy, who seemed to be around you and Jisung's age, working on paper of some sort.

Taking your seat in a familiar spot you look past Jisung (who was seated in front of you) and out the window behind him. You still have a few more hours until the sun comes up, but seeing the moon slowly make it's way down hurts just a bit.

"Hey." Jisung says, drawing your attention back at him. "You zoned out a bit there, you're not falling asleep on me are you?" He teases.

"Pffft! You wish!" You say a little bit too loudly, earning a glare from the cop seated a few booths away from you.

"So about that milkshake.." You trail off. "What flavor did you get?"

"Strawberry."

You scrunch your nose at his answer. "Why?"

"I dunno." He shrugs. "It's pink, I thought it'd be romantic."

"You're cute."

"I know."

"That wasn't a compliment."

"I'll take it as one."

"I- Nevermind."

"Whaaat?"

"You're lucky you're cute."

"You think I'm cute?"

You scoff at him. "Of course I do."

"Ah, okay. Cause I think I'm cute too." He snickers.

"Hey!" You gasp, earning a light laugh from him.

"It's okay I think you're cute too." He says scrunching his nose.

You stick your tongue out at him, looking away to fake being upset.

"Ah boo hoo. Don't be like that."

You're just about to argue back when the waitress who took your order earlier places down the milkshake that Jisung ordered in the middle of you two. She also drops two straws on the table along with it. Both of you thank her and after she leaves you decide to ask Jisung a question.

"Hey Sungie?" You ask, ripping off the paper wrapping to your straw. "Why this place?"

"You're kidding me, right?"

With a smile, you shake your head no at his response and he lets out a sigh.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yeah!" You nod. "Why?:

"This is where I realized that I was in love with you."

It takes a second for you to process what he had just said. It doesn't hit you right away but the more that you think about it, the more you realize what he meant.

"O-Oh.. Here?" You ask, as if you were unsure of where you were.

He nods in response and watches as you try to put together the pieces of how he figured out he loved you.

"Why?" You ask. "It's not like we've done anything special here. The most we've done is come here after prom.. and the rest of the dances I guess, but prom is the only one that I can really think about."

He giggles. "It doesn't have to be a big event for it to mean something y'know. I realized I was in love with you the summer going into sophomore year. You remember how we came here that night? After I so happened to convince you to sneak out and come to the movies with me?"

"Duh!" You exclaim. "How can I ever forget that?! I had to climb out my fucking window for you, do you know how scary that was? And we had to walk all the way there because neither of us could drive yet!"

"Hey in my defense I said that Johnny could've driven us. You just didn't wanna get caught!"

You roll your eyes at him. "No. That is not why, and hey! Don't try to make this conversation about me! You're the one who's supposed to be explaining stuff right now!"

"Damn." He scoffs. "Ya caught me. Well, anyways, before I was rudely interrupted-"

"You're the one who asked me a question!" You defend.

Ignoring you, he continues. "You remember how we were sitting in this spot, complaining about sophomore year before it even started?"

You nod.

"Well you were going off on some kind of rant- I don't even remember what it was about- but you just kept talking and you didn't seem to notice that I wasn't listening because I was too busy admiring how you looked. Maybe it was because it was the middle of the night, and both of us were very much sleep deprived but for some reason, it just hit me. I don't remember what it was about you, but it was that moment when I realized 'oh my god. this is what it's like to be in love.' y'know? Like you're finally realizing what it's like to be in love with someone, rather than just loving someone. Do you get what I mean?"

You shake your head no.

"Oh c'mon!" He whines. "I can't be the only one who knows what I'm talking about! It's like finally realizing what all the love songs are about, it's just like.. some kind of feeling! And it was just different how I felt from you, being my best friend, and you, being the person I had a crush on. I don't know how to explain it.. but it was just.. amazing."

"Yeah?" You ask.

"Yeah." He nods.

"Is that so? Well.. then maybe I do know what you're talking about."

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"You just did it."

"Wha- huh?! What did I do?"

"You're cute." You giggle.

"You weren't listening, huh?" He says, smiling.

"Nope! Not at all."

"So you do know what I'm talking about then?"

"Of course I do."

"You're so cute." He giggles.

"I know." You respond.

"I'm glad we agree."

─ 5:22am;

The last stop of the night is some place familiar. You didn't expect this location as much as you did others, so when Jisung decided to park here you didn't know what else to say.

"We're at.. your place?"

"Yeah." He nods, walking towards the gate that lead to his backyard.

"We're not going inside?" You ask, confused on where you were going.

"Pffft. Inside? Why would we go in there? Now c'mon, let's go."

Following Jisung into his backyard is nice. You see a lot of roses and plants that hug the side of his house. As you continue to walk you get various memories from when you two would hang out back here, before you got bored and decided that there was more to the world than Jisung's backyard.

"Okay. Do you want to go first? Or do you want me to?" He asks once you reach a ladder that lead to the roof of his house.

"You chose a ladder?" You whine. "Why didn't we just climb out one of your windows or something?"

"Because y/n!" He teases. "Where's the fun in that? Besides we've already done that before, why not do something different tonight?"

"You mean climb a ladder to sit on your roof instead of climbing out your bedroom window like we normally do?"

"See you do get me! That's exactly what I'm saying." He exclaims. "Now c'mon, up we go!" He smiles.

It's nicer than you expected. You don't know how or when he did it but he already had not one, but two blankets prepared. You assumed he put it here before he left to pick you up or he just asked one of your friends to leave them here. Judging by the fact that they didn't feel freezing cold, and that the ladder was already propped up to the side of his house when you got here, you assumed he asked Renjun or Jeno to leave them here.

"So.." You start.

"Please don't ask why I chose my own house." He jokes.

"Okay well first of all, I wasn't." You defend. "I was gonna ask what are we doing on your roof at five in the morning, but now that you mention it.. Why did you choose your house? We could've gone to so many other places."

He gives you a confused look, allowing you to ask, "What?"

"Please tell me the second question was a joke." He sighs.

You give him a smile and he pats the empty spot next to him, signaling for you to take a seat.

"Okay y/n, since you wanna know so badly, I'll tell you, yeah?" He asks, clearly annoyed at the fact that he chose his own house for gods sake.

You giggle. "You don't have to answer it you know. I know why."

"Okay, then I'll ask you. Why?"

"Because," You tease in a sing-songy voice. "Where else would we have gone? Technically, we started tonight at my place so why not end it with yours? We've spent a significant amount of time together, right?" You ask and he gives you a nod in return.

"Exactly. So it would just make sense that we have two halves of one whole, right? You pick out the places, and I bring back the memories. Right?" You explain.

"Congratulations. You've figured it out."

"Of course?" You giggle.

"Do you wanna know why we're up here though?" He asks.

"Yeah sure, why not?"

"It's because we can see the sunrise better from here. Yeah we used to just sit on the roof and talk in the middle of the day, or we'd watch the sun set, but we've never really watched it rise together before, y'know?"

"Really?" You ask. "Are you sure about that? We've pulled all nighters together before!"

"Yeah but one of us is either half asleep or just not paying attention."

"Hmm. I guess you're right about that." You hum.

"Do you promise we'll get a pretty sunrise?" You ask.

"Christ y/n. I don't control the weather! Who do I look like, mother nature?"

"Hey, mother nature is badass!" You scold. "She could literally end everything right here, right now."

"I suppose so." He hums, wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer to him. You rest your head against him and for a while you two just sit there in silence, no words just being said. Just the sounds of your breathing plus some birds chirping due to the current time. It's nice and comfortable. It feels like home.

You feel yourself about to start falling asleep when Jisung starts talking.

"I'm really gonna miss you.. y'know." He sighs, turning his head to look at you. If he didn't know you any better he'd think you actually fell asleep, it's only the sound of you humming the word "yeah?" that informs him you're still awake.

"What's the thing you're gonna miss most about me?" You ask.

"You expect me to chose one?" He asks, only earning another hum in response.

"Okay.. Well.. For starters, I'm going to miss seeing you everyday. I'm gonna miss not being able to text my best friend 'hey let's hangout today' and then just sitting in my room playing Mario Kart with you for the next three hours. I'm gonna miss your little roasts that you'd pull on me whenever I do anything stupid. I'm gonna miss our boba runs we used to have each week. I'm gonna miss causing chaos on the rest of our friends because how else are they going to prepare for trouble if there isn't two of us? There's so many things that I'm gonna miss about you that I could just go on and on about but we don't have enough time for that." He sighs.

"Really.. I'm just gonna miss you."

A second passes before Jisung decides to speak up again. "Are you gonna miss me too?"

"That's a silly question." You sigh. "Of course I am dummy. You expect me to not miss you? What am I gonna do without my partner in crime? My best friend and technically my boyfriend? You expect me to move across country and not miss you at all? Are you insane?!"

"Only a little." He jokes, earning a light punch from you.

"If I could take you with me I would."

"So why don't you?"

"Where are you gonna live? My fucking closet? I can't let you do that, you'll get too cramped in there." You joke.

"I guess.." He pouts.

"So.. What's gonna happen.. between us?" He asks.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we're watching the sun rise, aren't we?"

"I guess.. I just didn't expect it to fly by that fast.." You mumble.

Another moment of comfortable silence passes before either of you say anything. This one lasts for about ten minutes, fifteen at most, with the only sounds being your shallow breathing catching your attention. It's comforting, just being like this. Laying on Jisung's side while having his arm wrapped around you and a blanket hugging you both. The wind picks up a breeze every now and then making you shiver a bit due to the lack of warmth but that only makes you snuggle closer to Jisung in hopes of stealing his body heat.

"Thank you.. for tonight." You whisper. "It's all I could've asked for."

"I'm really glad you liked it. I'm just happy I got to spent time with you before you left." He chuckles.

"I'm gonna miss you."

"Yeah?"

"So much."

The sunrise is pretty. It's one of the best ones you've seen in your entire life. It consisted of pinks, and yellows, and a little bit of purple. Though there were wispy clouds in it, it was like the earth was telling you it's okay to move on and go. Some may say it would be a perfect way to end a beautiful night,  or in your case, the perfect way to say goodbye.

[neocuddlytechnology]

Hey I hope I don't bother you

I already have send you this ask but I don't know if you just didn't saw it or if it's again tumblr being tumblr

Anyways I wanted to ask you again the question game but this time the number 3 with Jaehyun, Mark and Jisungie

Ow! And if you don't mind can I ask you when is your birthday so that I can wish you a happy birthday next time (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Have a good time!

hi! its really great to have u do the game, i love it!!

fight aliens with sungie this time he'll be so fascinated by their entire existance

fight zombies with mark :) he'll be like ✨rawr✨ and it'll scare them zombies away for good

fight capitalism with jaehyun after all, he's been living in america for four years, that's why he's here man.

birthday is march 31st!!

[reeesea]

Something Sweet: Part Eight

~something special~

one ~ two ~ three ~ four ~ five ~ six ~ seven ~ eight ~ nine

pairing: minsung, han jisung/lee minho

warning: mild language, some alcohol consumption

words: 4.4k

summary:  Jisung gets his night out and a new birthday buddy 

a/n: This au isnt dead! yay, I hope you enjoy the mess <3

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“Hyung, where are we going?” Jisung tried his best to sigh as loudly and dramatically as possible. “Today was already so long, you could've just left me on the couch tonight.” His whining was largely ignored by his friends to much of Jisung’s despair. He was feeling a little bit drained at the fact the trio had all spent the day in meetings with groups of people, and now was being dragged, his introverted ass to be exact, was being dragged out of their apartment to be around even larger groups of people. Damn his members for both being charismatic bastards with extrovert tendencies. 

“Ji, you're literally always complaining that we never go out. Aaand you're right. We never do sooo, here we are.” Changbin had all but peeled Jisung off his blanket pile on the couch and into his nicest pair of jeans and his “least offensive” shirt. According to Changbin of course that meant a sleek black button up, that he's pretty sure Changbin had gifted him some Christmas ago. But of course being Han Jisung he had found a few of his favorite accessories to complete his look.

“Plus something tells me you won't be complaining for too long, once we get there”

“What's that supposed to mean Channie-hyung”  

He continued on without giving him a response. They had been walking for only a few minutes, neon filling the street as streams of people made their way through to the various bars and restaurants on the block. The glow of the nightlife was electric, Jisung couldn’t deny it, but he still didn't find it to be what he would call a comforting atmosphere. It definitely had nothing on his blanket cocoon he had going on the couch. Spacing out as Chan led them through the streets, the oldest took an abrupt left into an entrance of a bar, almost hidden by the largest store fronts that occupied either side of it. 

As soon as Jisung stumbled through the doorway, a sense of deja vu came over him. Well maybe not deja vu because he had definitely been here before. The mirrored walls and the low lit space was now full of weekend patrons that breathed life into the place that he hadn't realized it was missing the first time he visited. Wait, when had he visited this place? 

“Jisung!” 

Minho!? Before he could spend any more time traversing his thoughts he looked over to the bar to find Minho smiling brightly at him. Unlike his first visit, Hyunjin was un-uniformed, seated on a stool alongside a giggling Felix, and not behind the bar. Chan and Changbin both shared a look before gently shoving Jisung to move out of the doorway and toward their friends. 

“What are you doing here?!” Jisung somehow didn’t think he would be seeing the older this weekend, they had shared similar sentiment over the past week that they were looking forward to a no-plan-weekend.

“What do you mean I work here.” Hyunjin mused sarcastically. Felix hit him, and got up enthusiastically to greet them. 

“WE’RE BIRTHDAY TWINS, we HAVE to celebrate” Felix hugged him immediately. Jisung was surprisingly comfortable in his clingy embrace. Something about the disarming nature of the boy made it feel almost natural, and maybe it was. Clearly a bit tipsy already the freckled boy talked animatedly about how excited he was to finally have a friend that was “LITERALLY” his age. Jisung admittedly could relate, and found himself beaming right back at his new companion.

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Minho hadn’t taken his eyes off the youngest rapper since he ‘walked’, stumbled, through the door. He was initially afraid that Jisung would feel sore about celebrating his birthday with Felix but the bright look in his eyes when they met his, smoothed any of those anxieties. 

Last week, Minho was more than surprised to get a text from an unknown number. It turned out just to be Bang Chan looking to plan a get together between the lot of them for the youngest’s birthday. Tragic backstory and all, Chan was sure to elaborate on Jisung’s dreams of going out with his friends.

“He really just wants to be a normal kid ya know, well not a kid exactly, and not normal by any means, but you get my point. To be honest, as hyungs we feel bad for taking that away from him. He's so pure at heart really, and he works so hard, and I know he doesn't sleep enough, but does anyone really? hahaha, anyway...” Minho found that Chan rambled just like Jisung, it was painfully endearing. 

Of course, Minho had agreed to let them help coordinate a get together. It was mostly Chan who had his own work cut out for him. Negotiating with their company about last minute free time was a challenge but he just had to reassure their management that everything was in place and promise that they wouldn't do anything “newsworthy” to potentially hurt their debut. Minho reassured them that dispute the host club’s reputation, Sweet Lotus was probably the most secure club in town.

Chan had been frantically messaging Minho just an hour ago, about how they couldn't find Jisung, only to get a message ten minute later apologizing and reassuring him that he was actually just buried on the couch. Chan gave off single parent vibes so strongly, Minho can’t help but let his guard down, and found himself warming up to the 3RACHA leader quickly. He looks rather relieved to have made it to the Sweet Lotus with Jisung in tow. Jisung’s loud but warm laugh filled the air and Chan’s shoulders visibly relaxed with a gentle smile stretched across his face. Minho found his heart settled comfortably in his chest as well. 

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“EXCUSE ME EVERYONE.” Although the statement was only for the ears of the six of them, a few surrounding victims were pulled in by Hyunjin’s dramatic exclamation. “I require a toast for this evening! Even though we haven’t known each other long. THIS night, is a night of celebration, of birthdays, of new friendships, of potential one nigh-” 

“Hyunjin!” 

“Sorry… Anyway, first ones on me boys lets get it.” dramatically distributing shots of clear liquid they all did a inaugural cheers simultaneously downing the shot. Jisung made a disgusted face that triggered some subtle harassment from Changbin, who pinched his cheeks fondly. 

The night now officially blessed by Hyunjin standards, Minho decided it was probably time to actually begin the night’s planned festivities. “While I do enjoy shots of free soju, that's not exactly why we're here. Is it?”

“It's not?” Granted Jisung had no clue why he was in most situations, but he was especially lost having been told nothing prior. 

“Come on Sungie, it’ll be fun” Minho took his hand subtly, and led them up a set of stairs near the back of the bar. Soft magenta light flooded the stairwell as they made their way to the second floor. Minho nodded at the tall handsome host at the entrance, allowing them to enter the lounge freely. Upbeat music flooded the room, bodies dancing under other multicolor lights seemed so content it was almost like a scene out of a movie. Pairs of couches laided with expensive looking fabric, and even more expensive looking patrons lined the walls. A light fog dusted the floor, and everything about the room felt intoxicating and indulgent.

Jisung looked up to find Minho’s gaze already on him, warm and inviting as ever. He looked like a perfect match to the pink haze and sweet scents that surrounded him. Minho led the group with such confidence and grace he matched his beautiful environment, it was very clear why he was so popular when he had worked at the Sweet Lotus. He embodied the very image. The self conscious part of his brain wouldn’t let him enjoy the image long though.  

Something about him couldn't help but feel like he stuck out. Sure Changbin had dressed him up for their outing, but he still couldn’t help but feel like he didn't belong to be surrounded by people as beautiful as his new friends. 3RACHA wasn’t exactly known for their beautiful charms or dainty visuals. Minho, Felix with his whimsical smile, and Hyunjin with his undaunting charisma were all in their element here. Jisung always had a rough time figuring out his image outside of 3RACHA.

Apparently sensing his anxiety he felt Minho's hand hold on to his firmer, and even Chan left a gentle pat on his head. Already situated themselves in a secluded booth near the back, Changbin had already gone off to order drinks for their table with Hyunjin, Felix was talking to Chan about their shared home town, Sydney. And then there was Minho. Looking at him with a raised eyebrow and a questioning look. 

“What, is there something on my face?” 

Minho’s giggles somehow sound like bells, Jisung can’t explain why. “No, no you just seem uneasy. I just want to make sure you're actually happy to be here”

“I am I promise! I'm just really surprised, I had a long day and I didn't really know what was happening until we got here, and I’ve never been to a place like this before, and I haven't seen you in a while and, wow let me tell you it's really good to see you.” Suddenly he felt like his face and hands were on fire. His connected hand with Minho’s burned with the realization. 

“Also you're still holding my hand! Did you know that? In case you didn't know I just wanted to make sure you knew. Not that I want you to stop I actually really enjoy it, but just in case you like forgot or somet-”

“You're adorable Sungie.” Minho’s eyes remained locked on Jisung with overwhelming fondness. Just ask Jisung, he was definitely overwhelmed. His face continued growing hotter until he saw a hand outstretched with a glass of liquor in front of his face.

“Ji, take the drink and close your jaw you'll thank me later.” Chanbin coaxed the flustered brunette to drink the bitter alcohol he had brought. Tearing away from Minho’s intense stare, he accepted the drink and took a sizable sip from the glass.

“LEE MINHO.” The 3RACHA boys all practically jumped out of their skins at the booming voice. While subtle grins formed on the unbothered roomates.

“Ope, Who told on me?” Minho asked, completely unfazed, looking at his roommate accusingly.

“It wasn't me….” Hyunjin’s lists of excuses died in his throat, as a woman dressed in a sparkling purple dress made her way over to their corner booth, finger already pointing accusingly at Minho. 

“How dare you show your face in this place after 3 months, without a WORD.” The woman almost sounded betrayed and hurt through her voice. Still it was obvious that the threatening woman immediately demanded respect with the way she held herself. Although her words were sharp her graceful features didn't deliver much real malice other than signs irritation at the oldest dancer.

“I’m sorry, Noona time got away from me~” Minho flashed his innocent puppy eyes and added a subtle charm to his words that the beautiful woman seemed to be completely immune to.

“Uh huh, and I'll pretend I believe that excuse.” Something akin to a standoff seemed to be occurring between the two. 

“But ONLY because I missed seeing your pretty face around here.” 

“...Guys, this is Momo-noona she owns Sweet Lotus.” Hyunjin’s attempt to provide the bystanders with some context broke the light tension in the air. Momo shifted her expression to a bright smile that suddenly screamed gentle kindness, void of all the intensity it had previously held at Minho.

Seemingly hoping to aid in the situation Chan jumped in to respond, “Oh well, it's great to meet you, I’m Ch-”

“Oh, don't worry, I know exactly who you are.” The eldest member’s eyes widened and a nervous laugh escaped his lips, not expecting to be recognized. Especially by the semi-threatening woman.

“You're the hometown heroes around here, the next big thing in the music industry hmmm?” 

The trio seemed to only be more cemented in their stunned silence. Momo’s smug expression did not last long before transforming into a large smile and welcoming expression. Her aura radiated a welcoming feeling, unmatched, even by her employed hosts.

“Truly, it's my pleasure that I get to host the 3RACHA boys, you'll always be welcomed here.”  

“I- uh um, Were flattered really, Thank-” Changbin stumbled out.

“You don't have to Thank me any sweet Changbinnie~ as long as you enjoy yourselves and promise to visit again. I’m happy.” Changbin’s ears glowed red at that, thankfully hidden by the colored lights.

“How do you know us so well? Is Hyunjin gossiping more than he should be?” Jisung poked some fun at the bartender.

“Hey! Confidentiality is our highest priority. I would NEVER!” Hyunjin crossed his arms defensively, sinking further into their booth.

Momo giggled, content with her employee’s loyalty, “Thank you for that Jinnie, but no a friend of  Sana is a friend of mine”

“Wait you know Sana-noona?” Jisung was surprised that Sana actually talked about them to her friends, a part of him hoped she was proud to be associated with them.

“Mhm, believe it or not your sweet Sana-nonna is my closest friend. We’re thick as thieves, we were even roommates for a few years when we first arrive in Korea” 

“Woah” Changbin was definitely glowing with some pride now at the implied indirect compliments and recognition. Meanwhile Chan was still trying to connect the dots in his head from all of the new information, a cute confused look on his face.

Momo took a moment to lean closer to Jisung’s face. Acknowledging their hands that were still joined. Directing her attention back on Minho with a smirk, “He’s a cutie Lee Know. I’ll give you a pass on abandoning me for months, if this one is the one stealing away from my establishment.”

  Minho grew red at the use of his past host name, and personal nickname from Momo. Minho’s nervous laugh erupted out of him. “Aaahhhhh okay Momo-noona thanks! it was great seeing you, ah would you look at that I need another drink. Come with me Hannie.” 

Minho was slightly scrambling to escape the booth in embarrassment at Momo’s dramatic encounter with them all. Jisung was pulled in tow from their joined hands. 

“Oh okay, it was nice meeting you Momo-ssi.” Jisung used his free hand to wave at their booth before they disappeared into the dancing crowd. 

Hyunjin had revived himself from the booth, giggling at his retreating roommate. Felix joined in too, and enjoyed seeing the flustered side of their hyung.

“Is he always that precious. I just have the urge to pinch his cheeks.” Alluding to Jisung, Momo turned to the remaining 3RACHA boys for confirmation.

“We all do.” Chan’s full charming smile and older brother's pride visible on full display.

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The night continued as “planned”, once the unofficial couple returned from the bar. More alcohol was ordered to sustain the drinking games that Hyunjin had spearheaded into teaching the rest of them. Being the current university student apparently was enough qualification for the rest of them to follow without any resistance. 

“Okay and so once your turn is done you pass your glass to the next person and they have to go.” Although full of enthusiasm the rules didn't make sense, nor could anyone properly follow them, so it ended up just being Hyunjin yelling at the each of them when they should or shouldn't drink. 

“CHANGBIN they won on your turn, so that means you do a shot!” 

“What I- Okay hand me the bottle.” Without even pouring a glass, he shot back an acceptable amount of soju for Felix to drunkenly cheer from beside him. 

“Yay Changbin!!! Join me on my journey to blackout.”

“Lix baby, that should not be your goal.”

“It never is.” Felix sighed at his hyungs concerns, but not before taking a sip from his fruity cocktail he had ordered earlier. Jisung had an identical cocktail one that he had finished quickly. Felix had originally ordered them so they could “match for their celebration”. No one could ever say no to Felix, and that remains the only thing that makes him truly dangerous.

Overall, it was a mess, but all of them finished the game substantially more tipsy when they started. Jisung was definitely starting to feel the effects of the empty bottles and glasses around him. He felt a little numb but just enough to be more comfortable and accepting of the new atmosphere. Having not expected any of this tonight, he definitely found himself surprised that they all had gotten through the large number of bottles that the uniformed waitress had brought them not even an hour ago. 

The buzzed feeling in his body didn't make him any less aware of his company though. Felix's bubbly personality comforted and uplifted the whole group. Changbin ended up being a  relatively heavy drinker, having lost the most rounds during their games, and became more animated as the night went on. Chan was smiling almost non-stop and it made Jisung glad to see his oldest hyung relax and enjoy a night out, after working so hard for so long. Hyunjin’s laugh would echo through each conversation making the environment warm and fun. Jisung never would have thought that the fabled “night out” trope would actually feel relaxing. He couldn't help but smile to see his hyungs and his new friends become closer. So much of his life has shifted since meeting Minho.

Minho’s hand had been disconnected from his still they returned but they still sat knee to knee in the booth. The shared warmth of their legs and the mindless fiddling of fingers when Minho would reach over to play with the frayed strings on the holes of his jeans, kept the content feeling of butterfly wings steadily in his stomach. Jisung felt full of bliss as well as soju. 

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Minho was mostly focused on all the group’s conversations and the liquid level of his glass, but every so often would sneak glances beside him to make sure Jisung was still smiling. Sometimes staring back, sometimes not but Minho wanted to make sure the other was enjoying his birthday celebration. The smile that had been plastered on Jisung’s face and his infectious laugh that flooded the room, was enough to reassure the older. 

Minho managed to stay just relatively tipsy for most of the night but the rest of his roommates did not seem to be as in control of their drinking as he was tonight. Hyunjin had descended into his sleepy contemplative state of drunk while Felix was practically buzzing with electricity as he talked off the 3RACHA members’, and anyone who would listen’s, ear off. 

Drawing back in to see how Jisung was doing he found that the younger boy’s eyes were already on him. A heart shaped smile spread across his face as their eyes met. 

“Before you give me those dopey eyes again. Yes, Minho-hyung I am having  a good time and have been since the last time you checked.”

Minho forced his mouth to close after being caught. He was about to deny his accusation when Jisung just reached for his hand and held it smiling, actively shutting the other up. Suddenly very distracted by the way the neon lights bounced off the others' faces to leave it practically glowing. Minho had always found himself curious of how Jisung could be so breathtaking and still act like he didn't know it. Jisung laughed at Minho’s expression, and who was he to not join him. He would never be able to deny that the younger’s laugh was irresistible. 

“Oh my god I love this song, come dance with meeee” A loud, very drunk Felix shouts, as the sunshine boy practically pulls Changbin, also a rather enthusiastic drunk, and Minho toward the dance floor. The inhuman strength of the younger when he is intoxicated is enough to somehow get his other two companions to their feet. Minho flashes an apologetic glance and an extra squeeze to Jisung’s hand at being physically yanked from their little moment. 

Jisung, understanding enough, just laughs at Felix’s drunk antics and motions for them to go ahead. Leaving him at the booth with a drunk Chan who is currently holding some “deep” conversation with a very tipsy Hyunjin. Seems Chan’s dad-like charms had gotten the princely boy to open up to him. This night had definitely ended up different than Jisung had first though but he'd be lying to say he wasn’t enjoying all of it.

“Han Jisung.”

Jisung looked up to find Sweet Lotus’s owner giving him an inviting expression. He couldn’t lie that Momo did not scare him a little. But he would say that if anything he just respectfully found her to be intimidating. 

“Oh hai.” Jisung tried his best to sober up and put on a friendly face. 

“Would you come with me for a moment?” Jisung nodded and got up from their table following the woman to a somewhat quieter area of the clubs open concept near some standing tables.

“So. I’m happy to see you are what's keeping my Lino so busy.” Her friendly smile grew wide.

“What me? No Minho has just been working hard on his other job. He also has auditions and dance and everything.” 

“Hmmm, I don't know. Minho has always had a lot on his plate, but I’ve never seen him actually look this happy.” 

“Really?” Jisung had never really considered how much Minho could have changed because of him. He didn't know much of Minho’s past. Before they had talked he was simply the nice attractive waiter he had given his number to. 

Jisung’s shock was clearly evident on his face, and Momo’s eyes softened at the confused, small, and slightly tipsy boy in front of her.

“Really I mean it, and if anyone would know it's me.” Jisung relaxed visibly, but still held on to  his apprehension. 

“Jisung, I know you're a good kid. Sana’s told me a lot about you boys and she really swears by it. That you're something special, and I can see it too.” Jisung’s heart lifted in his chest a little with pride for his group. But Momo’s expression remained serious. 

“But to me, Minho is truly something special, and I feel like you already know that”

“I knew immediately.” He nodded aggressively, and spoke freely with his filters gone due to the alcohol. Momo giggled at Jisung’s honesty.

“You're such a sweetheart Jisung, but I want to give you some advice about Minho.”

Jisung nodded enthusiastically.

“Minho may be the shining gem he seems to be, but he's also fragile. He's not always as confident as he appears, and can be really stubborn.” 

Momo’s expression grew somber for a moment before continuing, “What I’m trying to say is look out for him. Please. He’s placed a lot of faith in you already. So be sure to take care of him, and don't let him push you away. He's a fool with his emotions, especially when he's scared.”

Jisung could feel the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders, but it was a weight he wanted to be worthy of bearing for Minho.

“I’m trusting you here Jisung-ah, Minho stopped letting me take care of him a long time ago, and I'm afraid he's been on his own for longer than he should to be. I would love to see you continue to make him happy.” Momo’s smile was full of fondness now, but something about it was still slightly somber.

Jisung didn't want to let her trust in him go to waste. “I always want to be by Minho-hyung’s side, I promise to do my best Momo-ssi” 

Momo laughs with her slightly disarming giggles, her expression visibly relaxing back into a friendly smile. “Sana’s right you really don’t know how powerful you are.” 

“What do you mean?” Jisung was confused at the sudden change in conversation but he found Momo’s change in demeanor to be comforting that she believed in him, at least a little bit, to heed her warnings. 

“She means you're too cute for your own good.” Minho voiced from just behind Jisung, making his head turn quick enough to catch Minho draping his arm around the younger’s shoulders.

“Noona are you done terrorizing my Sungie now?”

“I would never! Right Jisung~” Momo winked her eyes playfully in response.

Jisung tried his best to cover up his confusion, and flashed his most convincing innocent puppy dog eyes, “Yeah hyung we were just talking.” 

“About me I hope.” Minho giggled at them both, only slurring his words slightly. Turning his head toward Jisung, leaving barely two inches between their faces. But alcohol has a funny way of erasing their usual personal boundaries.

“Well I'm stealing you away now, less talky and more dancy for the birthday boy.” Minho giggled more and Jisung felt his heart leap in response, as he moved the two of them toward the dance floor.

“Have fun boys~” Momo waved and watched them disappear into the crowd with a hopeful smile on her face.

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The night progressed full of dancing, longing stares, and being too close to each other for it to be considered friendly. Eventually the pair’s roommates had headed home or disappeared off for the night, leaving Minho and Jisung alone in the pink neon lights of the Sweet Lotus. Jisung’s night out had been everything he could’ve hoped for and more. It took more effort than either of them would like to admit to let go of each other's hand once they had to depart for the night. 

Almost every part of Jisung was screaming for him to not let the other leave, and that he should stay. But both of them knew that the morning would just bring them more work, that sadly didn't leave room for long morning’s together. 

But If Jisung was only able to let go of Minho’s hand after the older had to let it go in order to cup his cheek instead, and give him with a gentle kiss goodnight, that was between the two of them as far as Jisung was concerned. And if Jisung went to bed smiling like a fool with red cheeks and red lips then that was for only him to know. And if Minho’s smile mirrored Jisung’s while he stayed up thinking about pink lights and heart shaped smiles, then that was only his to know. 

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Thank you for reading ily <3

one ~ two ~ three ~ four ~ five ~ six ~ seven ~ eight ~ nine

[blossom-hwa]

Believe a Demon - JISUNG

two years of darkness is officially over and i’ve got another story! wow look at me being productive what a fucking miracle

@chenle you told me at some point you were looking forward to jisung’s, well here it is! this installment is dedicated to you and @renjunious - dude, i don’t think you know just how much your reblog inspired me for this story. i hadn’t been able to do much with it for like a month, but after i saw your comment, i wrote out the last few scenes i needed to complete this :) thank you so much! <3 <3

it’s a given but thanks again to @chenle for the idea of a guardian devil! the post that inspired this all is linked here, give it a read!

Pairing: Jisung x fem!reader

Genre: angst, fluff, angel/demon!au

Notes: reading “Trust a Demon” isn’t required to understand most of the story, but it might make some things less confusing. 

Word Count: 6.3k

Believe a demon, for they tell no lies.

NCT Masterlist | Angels and Demons

Believe me, Y/N, I only ever wanted to see you smile.

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Jisung is eleven. His birthday is in ten minutes.

He grasps the letter tightly, nearly crushing the envelope between his sweaty clutches. He’s afraid the sweat will stain the paper but he also doesn’t want to let go for fear that this will all turn out to be a dream and disappear.

Dimly he wonders where Taeyong is. He promised to come over to Jisung’s house to watch him open the letter. When Jisung first asked him to come over, Taeyong had laughed in surprise, asking why Jisung needed him to open a letter.

“Because if I get in, it’s only thanks to you,” the younger boy had said solemnly.

It hadn’t taken much longer for Taeyong to agree.

A short knock sounds on the door. Jisung answers it, white-faced, still clenching the unopened letter between his clammy fingers.

“Whoa, Sungie, you look really nervous.” Taeyong laughs, ruffling Jisung’s hair. “I’m sure you got in. I’ve known people who got in who were way worse than you and had less than half the work ethic.”

Jisung nods mutely, walking back to the couch.

The lights flicker once. Taeyong raises an eyebrow. “Better open it before the lights go out,” he jokes, but Jisung suddenly rips the envelope open with a vengeance. The letter slips onto the ground, still folded in thirds.

For a minute, both boys simply look at the crisp sheet of paper. Then Jisung opens his mouth, heart hammering in his chest.

“You read it,” he says. “Read it and tell me what it says.”

“You sure?” Taeyong picks up the paper, carefully keeping it closed. “Like, are you -”

“Yes.”

Without another word, the older boy flips the letter open and begins to read out loud.

“Congratulations -”

Jisung snatches the letter out of Taeyong’s hand.

“I got in,” he whispers, within seconds of reading the first line. “Taeyong, I got in!”

“Yeah, I know,” Taeyong says, looking slightly miffed. “I was going to tell you that, like you asked me too -”

His words are lost when Jisung attacks him in a gigantic hug. Slightly startled, he wavers for a bit, then wraps his arms around the younger boy as well.

“Thanks, Taeyong,” Jisung mumbles into the older boy’s jacket. A few tears drip onto the worn material.

Taeyong ruffles Jisung’s hair again and pulls the boy close. “Anything for you, Sungie. Happy birthday,” he whispers.

Taeyong remains with Jisung until the crack of dawn when he leaves the house with a last, long hug from Jisung. “See ya, Jisung,” he says before disappearing out the door.

Jisung doesn’t see Taeyong again.

~ ~ ~

Maybe that was the tipping point, the point where Jisung became paranoid that everyone was going to leave him. His parents were basically already gone, but then Taeyong left that day and just… never came back. Despite his promise that he would see Jisung off on his first day of school.

Taeyong had never broken a promise before.

It hurts, even as Jisung stands in front of the doors to the academy, wishing Taeyong were with him. But he knows the older boy must have had his reasons. Even if he doesn’t know them.

So he steels himself and walks through the open doors.

That morning, he makes a couple of friends. A short, bright-eyed art student named Lee Minhyun, and a taller, soft-spoken singer named Park Jung. Minhyun has been at the academy for a year, while Jung has been there for three.

And then he sees you walking down the halls of school in your graceful way, hair tied up, a slight, soft smile on your lips. He sees the way you greet everyone, the respect with which everyone treats you, feels your sweetness envelop him in warmth.

At the end of dance class, you plop next to him on the floor, taking a long drink from your water bottle. “Hey, I’m Y/N!” you chirp. “You’re the new guy, Jisung, right?”

Jisung nods silently, drinking from his own bottle. “Hi,” he ventures cautiously.

“You dance really well,” you say sweetly. “People say you haven’t had any formal training! You’re seriously amazing!”

Jisung dimly wonders who said that, how they found out, and why, but smiles a little shyly anyway. “Thanks. You’re really good too,” he says, gaining a little confidence.

And then the bell rings, signaling the end of the period. “Aw, man,” you say, shoving your bottle in your bag. “It was really nice meeting you, Jisung. You should give me tips on dance! Oh, what’s your next class? I can take you there, I know the school’s kind of confusing.”

“… History. Room 8B.” Jisung internally groans. He hates history.

“Hey, I have history too! I promise it isn’t that bad. Mrs. Park is a really good teacher. Or so I’ve heard,” you promise, picking up your bag. “Let’s go!”

A crush. It’s the first time Jisung has ever had a crush. The girls at his old elementary school were too clique-y, standoffish, or just plain horrible for him to ever really like any of them. But you? You’re sweet beyond words, and Jisung’s had so little sweetness in his short life that he just really wants to be with you as much as he can.

When Jisung waves at you in the hall next day, starry-eyed, Minhyun eyes him knowingly. “Everyone’s had a crush on Y/N at one time or another,” he says later in the cafeteria. “Everyone, Jisung.”

“Even the girls,” Jung quips. And then the three burst into laughter.

“What are you guys laughing about?” Suddenly, you’re standing by the table, lunch in hand, smiling your same wide smile. “Can I join?”

Minhyun responds first, his bright smile making another appearance. “Of course!” he chirps, moving around his things to make room for you. “We were just talking about how everyone loves you, even the girls.”

You snort a little, unpacking your lunch. “Shut up, Min.” The slight smirk on your lips hints at a mischief that Jisung hasn’t seen before but thinks he likes very much.

Conversation flows smoothly at the table, even though Jisung and Jung are a little stutter-y at first, but soon voices and laughs take over and Jisung is feeling a kind of happy that he hasn’t felt in a long time. The kind of happy that he felt when he was with Taeyong. The kind of happy that he felt when he was with friends.

And gazing into the warm, bright eyes of his newfound friends, he thinks to himself, I never want to leave this school.

I never want this to end.

~ ~ ~

Jisung celebrates his fifteenth birthday at Minhyun’s house. It’s nothing big. You and Jung are also present, and there’s dinner, cake, and lots of laughter. When it comes time for Jisung to leave, Minhyun’s mother notices him dragging his feet and offers for them all to have a sleepover.

Loud cheers follow her proposition.

The four of you build a blanket fort in the living room, despite the strange logistics of your gangly teenage bodies being packed into a small tent of blankets and pillows. It’s pretty uncomfortable – Jung’s foot is pressing into Minhyun’s ribs, you’re curled up at Jisung’s side, and Minhyun is squashed between you and Jung. And despite this, Jisung finds himself nearly crying with laughter with you and the other boys and for the first time in years he feels like a child again.

For hours the four of you talk, cry, laugh, and shove each other around in the sheets, talking about anything and everything, crying about how old you’re getting, laughing about teachers, and shoving each other because why not. Pretty soon, the fort is in shambles, and the four of you are crying tears of laughter as you try to untangle yourselves from the blankets.

Jisung catches a glimpse of Mrs. Kim smiling in exasperation before she disappears back into the kitchen, coming out with a few tubs of ice cream and setting them on the nearby coffee table. Jisung wishes Mrs. Kim was his mother.

It’s nearing two in the morning when the four of you finally tire out, gasps of laughter turning into breathless wheezing and playful shoves into soft hugs. Minhyun and Jung fall asleep first, tangled in blankets, and then it’s just you and Jisung and the lone lamp you’ve lit up for light.

“Had a good birthday, then?” you murmur. The light illuminates your face, making you seem almost ghostly.

Jisung nods. “The best.”

“That’s good.” There’s a beat of silence. “I have another gift for you, you know.”

“What?” You’ve already given him something, a leather necklace with a charm of a dancer dangling from it. “You don’t need to give me -”

“Let me finish, Jisung.” You shuffle around a little, and then you’re sitting, pressed right up against him.

His heart begins to beat faster.

“I don’t know if you’re going to like this gift,” you murmur. “But if you do, give me a sign.”

Your hands cup his cheeks slowly, your hands smooth against his skin. Jisung stares into your eyes, not really believing this is happening.

It can’t be, right? This is something he’s only ever dreamed about. You, with your horde of admirers, picking him? Poor, strange, him?

But then your lips press against his and Jisung’s eyes fall shut in bliss and he melts into your touch like it was made for him.

The kiss feels like it goes on for so long, but you finally break away. Jisung feels empty for a moment, but your eyes are uncertain and a tiny, shy smile is playing on your cheeks. “Sorry –” you start.

Then Jisung pulls you back in for another kiss. It’s even better than the first, now that he knows what to expect and knows he should cherish it.

“So you did like it,” you breathe when he finally breaks away. The smile is still there.

“I did,” Jisung mumbles. His cheeks are painted with red. It’s the first time he’s ever done something so bold.

But really, he would do it again and again, just for the intoxicating feeling of your lips on his. Pure, giddy joy has spread through his limbs, and he wants nothing more than to pull you in once more.

So he does.

At four in the morning, Jisung’s eyes finally shut in exhaustion. You stay awake a bit longer, and thank the universe you did.

“Don’t leave me.”

Jisung isn’t really awake when he says this, it’s more sleep-talking than anything. But hearing the soft murmur nearly breaks your heart.

You snuggle into the sheets, curling up next to him. “I won’t,” you murmur.

And then you fall asleep.

~ ~ ~

Every day that Jisung goes to school, it’s like a new flower blooms in his chest. He never particularly liked school before because of the run-down buildings, dark bathrooms, and the smell of cigarette smoke and weed haunting the halls, but the bright rooms and clear sunshine of the academy feel nothing like the public school back in his neighborhood.

Home. The word tastes strange in Jisung’s mouth. Is my house really home? he wonders, trying to pay attention to Minhyun’s rambling rant about some kid in his math class, but he can’t help but think.

No, he decides. Home isn’t his house. Home is where he feels like someone cares. Taeyong used to be home, he thinks, but now that he’s gone, you guys have taken his place.

You catch Jisung’s eye as he takes another bite of rice and smirk slightly in that mischievous way of yours before breaking into laughter at something Jung said. Having caught the end of the joke, Jisung joins in, too, feeling another few years of weight lift off his shoulders. You look over at him in adoration and press a quick kiss to his lips.

Minhyun and Jung yell, catching the attention of many others in the cafeteria, and normally Jisung would shy away and hide his face in your shoulder. But this time, he just laughs, then kisses you.

Hoots burst out in the tables around and he receives more than a few smiles and frowns, but even the lunch monitor coming over and telling you two to quit the PDA doesn’t ruin his mood.

And as he looks around at his friends, and they look back at him with equal happiness and care, he knows it is true.

You guys are his home.

~ ~ ~

“Jisung!” He turns around to see you running to him, hair flying out of your bun, waving around a piece of paper. “You should see this!”

The paper is blue. Your favorite shade of blue.

“Yeah, I know, I ran out of normal paper so I had to print the flyer on colored paper,” you say impatiently. “But read it! It’s a great opportunity for you!”

“But don’t I need to put together an audition tape?” he asks, looking up.

“Details, details.” You wave him off excitedly. “I know it’s a bit last minute, but we can record tomorrow at lunch in Kim’s room. We’ll use my phone, then we’ll set everything up and send it off! If all goes well, we can celebrate you getting past the first round on your birthday! That’s when the results come out, don’t they?”

Your excitement is infectious, and Jisung finds himself smiling. “Yeah,” he grins. “Thanks, Y/N.”

“Anything for you, Jisung!” And then you press a fleeting kiss to his lips before running off down the hall, and Jisung doesn’t see you for the rest of the day.

The hours pass, and finally Jisung is walking home from the bus stop, sweaty and tired from practice but glowing with excitement. He can’t wait for tomorrow.

This audition might be his chance to actually move out of the hole he lives in.

The sun begins to fall, and Jisung knows it’s a dangerous time. Despite his exhaustion, he tries to keep a sharp eye out for danger, even though he’s sure he has no enemies. He’d always been careful not to annoy anyone, not to piss anyone off, because where he lives… that could be detrimental.

Too bad that Jisung’s parents were never as cautious as their son.

It is dusk when he is cornered. It is dusk when he is shoved to the ground in front of a shady building, hauled upright, and forced to stare into the eyes of one of his neighbors. His initial struggle stops when he sees those who surround him.

Jisung always knew Hae Jinyoung was slightly unhinged. He had anger issues, possibly bipolar disorder, and long story short, Jisung always tried to be nice to Jinyoung. Nothing more, nothing less. Not friends, not enemies.

He never really thought that Jinyoung would corner him.

“Your parents owe mine money,” Jinyoung hisses.

Oh. That’s why.

“I -”

“Shut up!” Jinyoung’s fist flies into the side of the building and Jisung winces, feeling blood trickle down his skin.

When did Jinyoung get so strong?

“So where’s the money?”

Jisung has no idea. He tells Jinyoung that.

“Shut the fuck up!”

Jisung has a cold, sinking feeling that this is the end.

“You think you’re so much better than us, just because you could leave? Because you could get into that stupid art school? You thought you could leave, just like that?”

Jisung can’t decipher the swirling emotion in Jinyoung’s troubled eyes. He never will – at least, not when he is alive. His mind is woozy, and as Jinyoung shoves his head back into the wall again, Jisung feels something liquid trickle through his hair.

Someone rips his bag from his back, rifling through his school papers. Jinyoung snatches out the blue flyer you gave Jisung, and Jisung has just enough sense left to get a little more worried.

“School of the Arts Dance Competition?” Jinyoung reads, letting out a derisive laugh. He tears the flyer into pieces scattering them to the wind. Jisung slides down the side of the wall, unable to continue standing.

“Ten thousand dollars, a guaranteed admission to university?” He laughs harder, hysterically. “You thought you could actually leave?!”

Everything hurts. Jinyoung’s voice hurts. Jisung wonders if the painful throb in his temple will ever go away.

There’s a shout, and then a million others follow suit. Something hits his stomach, then his chest, then his head.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Jisung groans. Blood drips down his face.

“You could never have left.” Jinyoung’s words move slowly through Jisung’s mind. His voice sounds sluggish, as though it’s coming through waves of water. “You can’t just leave.”

Jisung is trapped in his own sluggish mind, flickering in and out of consciousness. A low groan of pain escapes his lips but no one is around to hear him. Everyone has already gone.

Agony.

Your face flickers through Jisung’s mind. He can hear your laugh, see your smile, feel your breath against his skin and the warmth you bring wherever you go. He wants to get up, he wants so badly to stand and hobble home, but he can’t.

Don’t make me leave Y/N.

Don’t make that the last time she will see me.

He was the one that was terrified everyone else would leave. Now he’s the one that’s leaving. The thought makes him fight harder.

Don’t make me leave her.

Don’t make me leave any of them.

I don’t want to leave.

I don’t want to go.

Don’t make me go.

But the pain is making his brain fuzzy and he can feel his body shutting down on him.

I’m sorry.

Jung, Minhyun, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

Y/N, I’m so sorry.

Please, don’t make me leave.

Let me see her smile one last time.

One last time.

God, your smile. Jisung pictures it with the last waning bits of his strength.

Your smile.

I’m so sorry.

Maybe it’s this internal struggle that keeps him alive for more than an hour. He knows he is dying but he doesn’t want to. He can’t bear to imagine the faces of his friends, the solemnity of his school once they hear of his death, but most of all, he can’t bear to imagine the pain on your face.

Please.

Your smile…

I’m sorry.

. . . . .

Believe me, Y/N, I never wanted anyone to leave, least of all me.

. . . . .

Jisung hates leaving. More accurately, he hates leaving people he loves, and he hates it when people leave him.

He isn’t sure which is worse.

First it was Taeyong. The older boy just disappeared from Jisung’s life, and Jisung never really stopped looking for him. Any time there was a rare knock at his door, he would eagerly peek from the window, hoping to see the tall, dark-eyed boy and his chiseled face. But it was never him.

At least Jisung somewhat reunited with Taeyong. The older boy was the one who collected Jisung’s soul when he died. Of all the things in the world, Jisung never thought Taeyong would be a messenger of the dead, but then again, he also never thought angels and demons were real entities.

After Taeyong, it was his parents. Even before Taeyong they had barely been present in his life, but their visits home became more and more infrequent until Jisung only saw them once every one or two weeks. No one ever knew because Jisung never said anything, but it still made a small hole in his heart.

True, his parents had never really shown him love, and Jisung isn’t sure that he even liked them. They just left him with debt and indirectly caused his death, since Jinyoung had found Jisung because of their debt. But still, they were his parents. And they’d never really done anything explicit to hurt him.

Despite what Jisung probably should have felt about it, their disappearance hurt.

Until then, it had only ever been other people leaving him. Jisung swore to himself he would never do the same.

And then he left, left for the first time – left the world of the living for a place among the dead, left loud cities and dirty neighborhoods for pristine walls and pure thoughts, left his friends on earth for angels in the clouds.

For years, he thinks that was the worst experience of his conscious mind. Chenle takes him back to earth once to see you one last time and he unconsciously chooses the day of his funeral. Seeing the tear-stained faces of his friends makes him freeze, and Chenle has to dig his nails into Jisung’s palm to get him to snap back to reality.

Then Jisung sees you, flanked on both sides by Minhyun and Jung, a blank expression on your face but tears still rolling down your cheeks. He wants to run up to you, to hug you, to kiss the tears away and make up for all the times he wasn’t there for you, but Chenle holds him back, a solemn expression in his eyes.

“She can’t see you, Jisung,” he says quietly. “Only some certain exceptions can, and she isn’t one of them.”

For years, he thinks that is the worst experience he has ever had – seeing you in so much pain, being the cause of said pain, and not being able to help you through it. His heart aches for you, but he knows the ache will only get worse if he tries to see you. He really could go to find you at any point, but he won’t allow himself to.

And then he leaves heaven.

Haechan has never had a love. Yes, Jisung knows he loves his friends, but he rarely says it and Jisung has always known Haechan ached for a romantic love. Someone to share his heart with in a way he can’t with his friends.

But by the stars, it seems Haechan won’t ever have a break. He falls in love with the girl he guards, a laughing, quick-witted girl with the same blue eyes as his.

Love between an angel and a human is prohibited. Forbidden. 

Impure.

So Haechan is taken.

Tensions had been growing within Jisung’s group ever since Renjun’s best friend – probably girlfriend, but Renjun would never admit it – left him for the demons, with Jeno and Chenle remaining by his side while the other four, including Jisung, were more sympathetic to his friend. But the tensions were heavily veiled, always hidden by a cover of increasingly strained laughs and grins.

Haechan’s impending trial finally forces the decision.

It is Mark who comes up to Jisung three days before the trial and asks him if he truly believes in the angels’ cause. There is uncertainty in his eyes and he looks guarded, even scared, but he really has no reason to fear, Jisung thinks. Ten years have passed since he died, providing ample time to reflect, and Jisung needs only a few moments to think before giving Mark his answer.

Jisung thinks his death was unfair, and many would have thought it reasonable that he be staunchly on the side of the angels. After all, his own guardian angel had told him it was unfair that he had died so early in his life and even apologized for his failure, and those around had agreed. But if there is one thing Jisung has learned from his stint on earth and his years in heaven, it is that nothing is ever fair.

Was it fair that Jisung was born into such poverty while others were born into wealth and affluence? Absolutely not. Was it fair that Jisung died so early when he had done nothing wrong while rich and corrupt persons maintained their wealthy lives for so much longer? Absolutely not.

But was it also fair that Jisung had found Taeyong when he was young, Taeyong, who kept him from going the path Jinyoung had? Absolutely not. Was it fair that Jisung found his passion for dance so early on and subsequently had many more opportunities to break free from his poverty than those who did not know what they wanted? Absolutely not.

So his answer to Mark is no.

When Mark tells him that Jaemin has found a way to escape from heaven, a way to get to hell, a way for Haechan to escape without being cursed to live forever without companion, Jisung’s heart leaps. Eyes hopeful, he asks if the others are leaving as well – Renjun, Jeno, and Chenle.

And then Mark shakes his head slowly, says that Renjun, Jeno, and Chenle would never have agreed. Jisung wants to scream, to yell at Mark, to ask him whether he even questioned them, but deep down inside, he knows Mark is right. Renjun is still hung over his best friend leaving him for “the other place,” and Jeno is staunchly on his side.

As for Chenle, though he is not so antagonistic towards demons as the other two, he still believes in the angels’ cause. He explained it to Jisung more than once, and Jisung understood. But he could not fathom how Chenle’s beliefs would turn him against a friend so easily.

Perhaps he is a hypocrite. After all, his faith in the opposite of what Chenle believed was what led him to leave, to turn away from heaven and the angels.

Jisung thought that leaving you, then seeing you that last time would be the worst experience of his life, but a new contender for the position rises the day he, Mark, Jaemin, and Haechan leave heaven for hell.

Leaving you had been an involuntary act. It hurt so greatly because he didn’t want to leave, and he loved you so much. But leaving heaven was voluntary. And it hurt so greatly because despite his love for the three friends he left behind, he still wanted to leave.

Never in his life did Jisung think that he would want to leave his friends. But that day proved him wrong and his carefully structured view of himself shattered.

He comforts himself with the thought that he had been growing apart from his angel friends for a long time, anyway. He had never felt as close with them as he felt with you. His fellow demons are a different story, but mostly because he has been with them for so long.

Jisung knew you for so much less time, a mere five years compared to the nearing ten he has had with the demons. And yet the love hasn’t faded.

Even now, as Jisung sits, staring at his new tattoo, your name inked into the curve of his wrist, the love burns as bright as ever within his heart. He didn’t want to see you before, but now by some trick of fate, your old guardian nearly failed, and now he has you as one of his assignments.

No one knows the extent of his story except Chenle, and he hasn’t spoken to his old friend in years. And he isn’t about to tell anyone soon. So when Mark asks him why he has such a long face, he lets Haechan make a joke about it and then diverts the topic to something else.

But the tattoo serves as a reminder – a reminder of you, a reminder that you are still alive, a reminder of his love, a reminder of his love that is still alive.

And Jisung doesn’t know whether to love it or hate it.

~ ~ ~

The first time Jisung has to save you, he very nearly almost fails because he is so taken aback by how little you’ve changed. Sure, you’re a bit taller, a little skinnier, face slightly more chiseled, but Jisung still feels like he’s been blown back in time.

And then a loud honk sounds in his ears and he remembers what he’s there for, and just before you’re hit he shoves you out of the way, just enough that the car whizzes by and you’re safe.

“Suriel,” Lucifer says in his cold voice, and Jisung flinches at the use of his God-given name. He vaguely wonders why Lucifer still uses the God-given names when he is supposed to be God’s opposite, but he is pulled back to reality with the next words. “You must take care not to let your emotions get the better of you.”

Thankfully, it’s ruled that Jisung will not serve punishment, that the incident was not close enough to be considered a near failure. Still, Mark admonishes him when Jisung walks out of Lucifer’s throne room, looking shaken but still standing. And since Mark doesn’t know about everything that happened, Jisung doesn’t say anything back, just nods and takes it. He knows Mark only has his best interests at heart.

But by the stars, he wishes someone knew. Wishes someone could understand. And he wants to tell someone but he just can’t. So he goes on, keeping his thoughts to himself.

It’s torture. After seeing you for that split second when he pushed you away, Jisung is torn between wanting to see you again and wanting to keep his distance like usual. It’d be easier for him if he did the latter, but the pull of the former is strong.

So he coexists like this. You don’t get involved in near-fatal incidents nearly as much as some of the other people Jisung has and is guarding, but it’s often enough that he just wants to kiss you, pull you close, and tell you to be more careful.

And that’s also weird, because his feelings are clearly the same about you, but you’re older. You’ve changed. No longer does happy innocence dance in your eyes, no longer do you speak with such fervor, such cheer. Sadness has replaced the innocence, maturity has replaced the cheer.

It suits you. Jisung always knew you would mature into yourself, and he’s happy to see that he was right. But it doesn’t help the ache in his chest.

What wouldn’t he have given to watch you grow by your side and not from above?

It doesn’t help that every year, you go to his grave on his death anniversary and talk to him. He found out on accident – he was just walking the streets that day and happened to see you, and after a moment’s debate, he followed.

Seeing his grave is weird, even from a distance. There are some chips on it and his name is faded and little things are inked into the stone and Jisung feels like he’s violating some kind of code. Some kind of rule. He doesn’t get close enough to make out the words on the stone – he doesn’t want to see it.

You tell him about your day, about your week, about your year, and you ask questions that he answers with words you cannot hear because damn it all, you are not an exception, and Jisung wants to tear out his heart.

Because by the stars, he loves you. And your words just make it harder for him to let go.

~ ~ ~

Jisung would be thirty-two. It is exactly two weeks before his birthday, the same day he died.

Jisung is standing there when you visit his grave – off-schedule, he might add – to tell him that you’re finally getting married.

It doesn’t matter. You can’t see him anyway.

Jisung is standing there when you talk about this strange feeling of betrayal. It shouldn’t be there, you argue, because he’s been dead for nearly twenty years. And yet there’s still a small part of you that can’t move on. But this man you’ve met, this man you’re in love with, is willing to take that, because he loves you so much. And truly, you love him too.

Maybe it’s because you never got to say goodbye, you reason. Maybe it’s because it will always feel like things were unfinished between you two. There was no expectation that Jisung would die so early, so suddenly, so without warning.

And Jisung regrets that. But there isn’t anything he can do about it.

So he understands. After all these years, he can’t seem to let go of you either. He read somewhere that first love dies hard and now he knows that is the truth.

Just as he always did, he sends a curl of soft wind to wisp around your shoulders. It’s the only thing he can do, the only power he has to comfort you.

It’s all he can do to tell you it’s okay.

At times like this, Jisung sorely wishes you were an exception. Maybe you two could have continued things, made things work. After all, that’s what he sees Mark doing, though the elder demon is oblivious to Jisung’s knowledge. He’s seen how Mark’s eyes have softened since he got his latest assignment, how his words are less sharp and his face less pained.

Jisung wants that. He wants it so badly. Maybe, if you were an exception, things wouldn’t have ended so abruptly.

But somewhere, in the back of Jisung’s mind, he knows you weren’t destined for that. That he wasn’t destined for that. And it hurts, yes, but it is the truth.

Jisung watched a drama one time. It was when he was trying to learn Chinese, and one of his friends had to help translate for him. But though he doesn’t remember most of the drama, he remembers one phrase.

You yuan wu fen. Fate without destiny. A couple that was fated to come together, but not fated to stay together.

As Jisung stares at you, kneeling at his grave, he thinks that maybe that’s you and him.

When you leave, having placed the flowers before his grave, Jisung remains where he is, staring at the letters etched into the stone. It’s the first time he’s seen the tombstone up close.

Wonderful student, passionate dancer, and loving friend.

Underneath is his name, then his birthday and the day he died. Jisung swallows.

Scattered on the stone are a few other small messages that are clearly not supposed to be there but that Jisung greatly appreciates nonetheless.

I miss you already, Jisung. I’ll never forget you. – Jung

I’ll carry on your dream for you, Jisung. – Minhyun

You’ll always be my first love. There is no way I could ever forget you. And some part of me will still love you, forever and ever, no matter what. – Y/N

And finally:

We will miss you.

Signed beneath those four simple words are the names of every single member of his dance class.

Staring at the signatures, Jisung wonders. How many people from that class till remember him? How many can still recall his name, his face, his passion for dance? They all loved him, probably, in some way or another, and Jisung still loves them all, just as he loves you. Jisung still vividly remembers their faces, but the world of the living is different from the realm of the dead.

Maybe they have all moved on.

And as Jisung stares at the chipped stone that bears his name, he thinks maybe it is time he moved on as well.

~ ~ ~

Jisung watches your marriage. It’s the first time he’s allowed himself to watch a milestone in your life, and he’s glad he did. Jung and Minhyun are there as two of the groomsmen. Jisung’s surprised but happy you all stayed in touch for so long.

In your white dress, you are stunning. Jisung watches the groom as much as he watches you, though, and is satisfied to see the pure love and acceptance in his eyes as you walk down the aisle. Jisung has always been an intuitive person and his first instincts are typically right. His gut tells him that your fiancé is a good man.

It is only with the slightest bitterness that Jisung listens to you recite your vows, feels your joy when you say “I do,” watches your lips press against your husband’s. Slight bitterness because despite it all, he wishes you were kissing him, but he’s come to terms with the fact that that will never happen.

Jisung doesn’t stick around for much of the reception, just disappears and comes back in time to watch you have your first dance with your husband. And as your husband whisks you around the dance floor – well, more like you whisk him around, since you have the grace of a gazelle and he seems to have two left feet, but it doesn’t matter because fuck gender roles and you’re smiling and he’s smiling and you’re both so, so happy – he sees the pure calm and joy and love in your face and he knows you made the right choice.

After that, Jisung leaves, disappears into the shadows behind a tall column. He’s seen all he wanted to see, seen all that he needed to see.

He doesn’t reappear in hell, as he usually does. This time, he materializes on a quiet field of soft grass, moonlight illuminating patches of small white flowers. He sits down next to a clump and idly plucks one of them, twirling it around in his fingers.

The moonlight shining on his face gives him a sense of calm, a sense of peace that he hasn’t felt in all the years since he left the living world. It is as though a chunk of ice has melted behind his heart, or a huge weight has been lifted off of his back.

This is the feeling of letting go, Jisung realizes. Letting go of a love that was never resolved, letting go of a love that will never be resolved. He wonders for a moment why he doesn’t feel more bitter, more upset. He still loves you – the warm feeling in his heart hasn’t lessened.

He closes his eyes, then remembers the look of love on your face as you danced with your husband. That expression of joy fills his heart with indescribable happiness. And then it hits him.  

As long as you’re happy, Jisung thinks, he will be happy also. He won’t stop loving you, but he’ll still be happy. And he’s okay with that.

With moonlight glowing on his face, Jisung smiles, the first genuine smile he’s worn since the day he died.

. . . . .

Believe me, Y/N, I’ll love you forever.

[glowyskz]

Birthday Boys - Han Jisung, Lee Felix

pairing: sub!han jisung + sub!lee felix x dom!reader

genre: smut

warnings: language, threesome, bondage, fingering, orgasm denial, overstimulation, mutual masturbation.

words: 0.8k

a/n: sooo since i posted something for jisung's bday, i decided to make something for lix too! i hope u guys like this, i didn't really have much time to write it hhh

also happy birthday to felix!!! our little baby, i hope he has the best day ever spending it with the people he loves🥺i wish him the best for the rest of this year and the next! <3

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once you had reached your home, you instantly took off your shoes, rubbing your sore feet. walking up the stairs to your shared bedroom, you heard something that brought a smirk on your face.

you walked closer to the door, looking through the small crack and you saw exactly what you were hearing: jisung and felix getting each other off. you knew they weren't going to last, waiting for you to come home for hours. the longer you stayed watching them, the more wet you became. you quickly opened the door, shocking both boys. they scrambled off each other and looked at you with eyes wide and swollen lips.

"hmm.... so what do we have here?" you asked, walking towards the bed.

"i thought i told you boys not to do anything while i was gone." they looked at each other and then at you again.

"mommy, we're sorry," jisung began, pouting slightly. you scoffed, pushing them both to lie down.

"if you were sorry, you wouldn't have done it to begin with, now you're going to be punished." you said, taking off your jacket.

they looked at each other once again, both fear and excitement in their eyes. you came back with an assortment of things and you could see their eyes widen.

"y/n- ah!" felix yelped as you smacked his thigh. you glared at him before he spoke again.

"sorry, mommy."

"that's better, now let's begin?"

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the smell of sex and sweat filled the room as well as the moans of the two boys in front of you. jisung had a cock ring on and was squirming around in his restraints while felix was letting out soft moans as your lips moved down his body.

"mommy," jisung whined and you hummed, lips still roaming felix's body.

"please do something, please" he begged, tears filling his eyes.

"but it's still felix's turn baby, you have to wait" you replied, watching tears fall down his face.

you finally reached felix's leaking cock and licked a long stripe up it. finally taking him all in your mouth, you started bobbing your head. felix began letting out loud moans, his hands moving to your hair.

you quickly grabbed them, "do you want to be tied up?" he quickly shook his head and moved his hands back above his head. you continued moving on his cock until you could feel he was close. as he was about to cum, you came off his dick. he let out a loud whine and bucked his hips up towards you.

you moved to take off jisung's cock ring and wiped his tears away. "now it's your turn babyboy."

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rocking your hips against him, you watched as his mouth fell open. felix was lying next to him with a pout on his face. "how about you take care of sungie too, felix?" you said, watching the younger boy move closer to jisung.

moans filled the room and you fucked jisung harder. felix moved down to take jisung's aching cock in his hands, picking up the pace after a while. jisung moaned into felix's mouth, biting his lips harshly.

you were close too, the sight of your boys touching each was too much but you held it, wanting to come with them.

"fuck, mommy you feel so good" he groaned. you removed jisung's restraints and he moved his hand down to take care of felix. you watched them jerk each other off, morning into each other's mouths.

you picked up the pace, roughly slamming into jisung. "mommy, i'm so close" felix whimpered.

"me too- oh fuck!" jisung cried in pleasure as he came all over felix's hand. felix followed soon after, whining into jisung's neck. after you pulled out, you crawled up onto the bed, gaining the attention of the boys.

"so, you two have got you present but mommy still hasn't come..." you trailed off and they knew exactly what to do. jisung moved to your clit and began moving his tongue against you. you sighed contently before bringing felix closer to you.

joining your lips together, felix started playing with your nipples. you nipped at his swollen lips and brushed your hands through his hair. jisung huffed at the lack of attention, sticking two fingers up your pussy. it caught you by surprise causing you to let out a yelp.

jisung picked up the pace, shoving his long fingers further up your pussy. he loved it when you clenched around them and quickly harden imagining how you would feel around his cock.

"mommy, you taste so good," he moaned against your clit and you threw your head back.

"you're doing so well baby, i'm nearly there" you said as you felt a burst of pleasure rush through you. "fuck!" you moaned while jisung continued his assault on your pussy, eventually fingering you to your next orgasm.

as the room became silent, you moved to get up so you could clean yourself and the boys but felix grabbed you. he pulled you up between him and jisung and snuggled into your naked chest.

"can we just cuddle for now, mommy?" he mumbled into your chest and you nodded with a smile, placing a kiss on both their foreheads.

"happy birthday, my angels." you whispered, all three of you instantly falling asleep.

[mostlycompetentwriter]

I Am You- Chapter 4

Pairing:  OC x Bang Chan x Han Jisung x Seo Changbin

Genre: Romantic Fantasy

Warnings: None, I think

Previous Chapters: (Chapter 1), (Chapter 2), (Chapter 3)

Note: Since it’s Han’s birthday, I decided to post the next chapter as an impromptu (and unorthodox) celebration! #HappyHanDay #HappyBirthdayHan

I was losing my mind, and it was because of my three alpha mates.

I had yet to have a moment to myself in nearly a week, always shadowed by Jisung or Chan or Changbin. They hovered around me, tending to me like I was a child instead of the woman they regularly had sex with. I was beyond annoyed with their behavior, growing restless because every time I attempted to stand up, one of them was always there, lifting me into their strong arms. “Where to Myah?” or “Where are we going Princess?” or “Where do you want me to take you, Angel?”

My leg was practically healed. Woojin had even said so, coming to my room and updating my prognosis, now merely a long scar, nodding to himself slowly. “It’s almost healed,” he declared. “You should be fine, Myah.”

All three of my mates let out collective sighs like it was the most anticipated news of the century. “Woojin, I can start walking again, right?”

“Maybe soon, Myah.”

I tried not to sigh because Woojin wouldn’t have known that I required a straight answer. His response was vague enough to likely convince Jisung that I would be out of commission for another week. “What about more antibiotics?” Jisung fretted now, digging through Woojin’s bag. “Did you bring any?”

Woojin snatched his bag away from Jisung, glowering in his direction. “She doesn’t have an infection.”

“I can still smell it,” Changbin insisted, scenting the air with a studious expression that I would normally find hilarious under any other circumstances.

“Maybe another dosage wouldn’t hurt,” Chan added, perched on the edge of my bed, fingers running through my hair while he ignored my frown.

“It’s unnecessary,” Woojin insisted. 

“What about more pain killers?”

“Should it still be elevated?”

“Will it be okay in the water now?”

Woojin’s eyes widened, glancing between my three mates with evident exhaustion. “Honestly, some time away from the three of you would be best for Myah.”

Jisung protested immediately, launching into a long tirade about how Woojin wouldn’t understand how they felt since he didn’t have a mate of his own. And Jisung’s more spirited lectures tended to last far longer than necessary, so I somewhat eagerly awaited for Woojin’s inevitable breaking point. However, perhaps graciously, the sudden appearance of Felix interrupted Jisung’s passionate speech. “Chan,” the younger asked, glancing at me with uncertainty as if he wasn’t sure he could deliver his news with me present. “Another messenger from the NCT pack visited. They’d like to reschedule your meeting soon.”

“Impatient,” Chan grumbled. “Maybe in another week.”

I was ready to protest, knowing another week would be unnecessary. However, Felix beat me to it, supplying another idea that I wasn’t exactly too fond of either. “What if we asked NCT to come here instead?”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Jisung agreed, reaching over to ruffle Felix’s hair. “Nice job, kid.”

Felix frowned, giving me an apologetic look before closing the door. Meanwhile, Woojin was whispering quietly to Changbin, and their eyes kept roaming in my direction. What else was I supposed to think they were talking about?

I glared down at Chan and Jisung as they started crawling into bed on either side of me, snuggling against my sides. “Are you tired, Princess?” Jisung asked, leaning in to scent me.

Thanks to you guys, I wanted to say, but withheld the urge, managing a small nod to satisfy them. “I’ll come to check on you tomorrow, Myah,” Woojin said, and my eyes sorrowfully followed him all the way out the door, groaning when I heard Changbin announce it was time for another bath.

I wanted to be with my mates when we formally greeted the NCT representatives, but they forced me to stay in bed. I was a little heartbroken because I had been looking forward to meeting new faces. It was always exciting when new scents were around. Thankfully, kind-hearted Amelia, Hyunjin’s beautiful Omega mate, was keeping me company. The usually soft-spoken female was chattering openly about the unexpected size of the NCT diplomats. Apparently, Chan was very unhappy having so many foreigners around. “Do they have accents?” I asked.

Amelia giggled. “Some of them do. Not all of them are from the north, apparently.”

“I want to see them,” I sighed, glaring at my leg. “I hate being bedridden.”

“Maybe I can help you sneak out?” Amelia suggested mischievously. 

I briefly entertained the idea. “There’s no way I can get past three alphas. Especially Changbin, he’s too good at catching my scent.”

Amelia pouted, sharing my disappointment. “There’s a big dinner tonight to welcome them. Maybe you can convince them to let you go.”

But even such a simple request was like pulling teeth. 

“Please Channie,” I pleaded with my mate, nuzzling against him in the way I knew he liked, batting my eyelashes as I put on my best pout. 

Chan, however, was undeterred. “Not like this, Myah,” he said sternly. “There’s too many of them.”

Fine, I had two other mates who were less stoic. 

“I don’t think so, angel,” Changbin chuckled, further crushing my hopes.

“Chan already told you no, Princess,” Jisung said, but his resolve was not nearly as strong.

“Please, Sungie,” I tried again. “It would really mean a lot to me.”

“Well, maybe for a little while-”

And that’s how I found myself talking animatedly with Amelia and her younger sister, Lila, while the three of us eagerly made easy work of the feast the pack had prepared for our visitors. “I can’t believe they let you come!” Lila said at one point, shock evident on her face. “Chan made it sound like you would be out for weeks!”

I rolled my eyes. “He’s just being dramatic.”

“Mates are always dramatic,” Amelia agreed, glancing over at Hyunjin who was laughing with Felix and a few NCT members.

“They keep looking over here,” Lila said nervously and I immediately turned to glare at Changbin, the dark-haired boy sheepishly returning to his conversation with Seungmin.

“Ignore them,” I insisted. “Tell me about the newcomers.”

“Taeyong couldn’t make it,” Amelia said, “but he sent his Beta.” She nodded towards the smaller boy talking with Chan and Jisung. “Mark.”

I appraised him carefully, deciding his appearance must be deceitful, as he certainly didn’t look capable of harming a fly. “He brought seven wolves with him,” Amelia informed me. “That’s a lot more than we were expecting.”

“It’s disconcerting,” Lila admitted. “I think that’s why Chan is so suspicious.”

“They haven’t said anything to me,” I shrugged.

“They’re too worried about keeping you inside all day,” Amelia groaned dramatically. “The kitchens are boring without you!”

“I miss working,” I admitted. “I just wish Woojin would take the cast off.”

“He probably doesn’t want to take any chances,” Lila inserted. “After all, you are the pack alpha’s mate.”

“If it was up to Chan, I would stay at home every day,” I said, frowning. 

“He’s overprotective,” Amelia said. “All alphas are.”

“I like being outside and he knows that,” I said, suddenly feeling a burning irritation towards my mates, especially after having my first taste of freedom in over a week.

“Looks like Haechan is coming back,” Amelia teased her little sister and I glanced up at the approaching male.

“Hello,” Haechan bowed respectfully. I grinned at Lila’s blush. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Myah.”

“Likewise,” I returned. “I’ve been dealing with an injury lately.”

“Your mates told us,” Haechan said, nodding to the empty seat next to Lila. “Can I join?”

Lila let out a weak noise, perhaps agreement, and Haechan slid into the seat next to her. “Tell us about the north?” I asked eagerly, drowning out all other discussions as I allowed Haechan’s descriptions to fill my head. The north sounded beautiful, a land of snow and ice, unbearably cold in the winters, but rather pleasant during the hotter seasons. It wasn’t a long distance from the valley. An easily manageable walk when (and if) my mates ever decided I could make use of my own two feet again.

“I want to go! I think it sounds like a dream.”

“It’s fine,” Haechan said dismissively, but the look in his eyes told another story. 

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One Year Ago

“You should ask Changbin.”

I glanced up in surprise. “You don’t want to help with my heat?”

Jisung always took pride in being my first choice, especially since it provided a way for us to spend some time alone together, even if I was an incoherent mess for most of the duration. It’s not that I didn’t want to be with Chan or Changbin, but Chan was rather aggressive when I was in heat and I had never asked Changbin before. He was adamant about refusing sex during his ruts, so I figured he would have a similar attitude when it came time for my heats.

Jisung shrugged. “I think Changbin is upset that you never ask him.”

“He’s never said anything before...” In fact, the idea of Changbin being upset over something like this was hard to grasp.

“Well, I think it’s because he thinks you don’t want him,” Jisung said.

I scoffed at the ridiculous statement. “He never lets me near him when he’s rutting. I figured he wouldn’t want anything to do with my heats.”

“I think you’re wrong this time, princess,” Jisung said. “Changbin’s told me before that he’s always available to help if I’m not feeling up to it.”

“Huh,” I drawled, deciding I felt very inconsiderate at that moment. I suppose I just got used to asking Jisung whenever my symptoms started to flare up. It became habitual, and I didn’t stop to think about how my other mates might feel. “Well, I guess I can ask him instead.”

Jisung offered an encouraging smile. “I think it will make him very happy.”

I found Changbin later that day, sparring outside with Chan. The two were imposing as wolves, teeth bared and jaws snapping at one another. I glanced around with amusement at the younger alphas, watching the exchange with wide, curious eyes. I had forgotten that Chan and Changbin were teaching the sparring classes now that Hyunjin was away with his mate, spending time with Amelia’s family before the two returned. 

I waited patiently for my two mates to finish, taking the time to admire how powerful they were together. Chan and Changbin were both larger for their size, extending from years of impressive breeding and mating with strong bloodlines. Of course, no other wolf in the pack could really compare to Changbin. He was by far the largest wolf I had ever seen, easily eclipsing Jisung in size and somehow managing to even make Chan look like a pup. 

The two were talking in low voices together, wearing nothing but sweatpants when I approached them after their lesson. Changbin picked up on my scent first, eyes easily locating me from amongst the other members of our pack. Chan followed his gaze and a wide smile filled out the corners of his lips. “I’m surprised to see you here,” Chan gushed while proceeding to crush me against his much stronger body. 

“Too much,” I tried to tell him, but eventually surrendered, taking in his familiar scent with a deep inhale.

“Do you need something, angel?” Changbin asked, proving to be my saving grace when Chan’s arms finally released me.

I took in a deep breath. “Actually, I’d like to talk to you.”

“This sounds serious,” Chan remarked, leaning in close as if the answer were waiting in my scent.

“Alone,” I emphasized, giving Chan a pointed look.

He let out a dramatic sigh but conceded the space I needed. However, I still waited until he was far enough away before reaching out for Changbin. “Let’s go somewhere quieter.” I wrapped my hand around his bicep, directing him through the lingering crowd of our packmates. Changbin grabbed a black t-shirt on the way, stretching it out over his head.

I was suddenly nervous when we were finally alone, anxiously fidgeting in front of the bigger alpha. “So, how is everything?” I asked cautiously, trying to reformulate my proposal, hoping to make it sound as casual as possible.

Changbin arched one brow. “Are you alright, Myah?”

I let out a nervous giggle. “I have something to ask you.”

Changbin nodded, encouraging me to continue. “I’m listening.”

“That thing is coming up,” I started, wincing when I realized I was already messing everything up.

Changbin smirked. “That thing?”

“Yeah,” I agreed as if he could possibly understand what I was talking about. “I was wondering if you wanted to help.”

Changbin crossed his arms over his chest, the sleeves of his black t-shirt straining. “Angel, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“My heat, Changbin! I want you to help me with my heat.”

My face was red, and I could feel my cheeks heating up because I knew how rushed I just sounded. The words had spilled out carelessly in one of the worst proposals in Werewolf history. Changbin even looked surprised, looking down at me wordlessly. “Uh, I mean, if you don’t want to-”

“I’d love to help,” Changbin finally said, a genuine, and rare, smile brightening his dark features. 

“Well, I know you’ve been busy lately-”

“Angel,” he interrupted again, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me closer. He pressed a brief kiss to my forehead. “I’ve been waiting to hear you ask for a while now.” I leaned up to nose at his scent gland, amazed that he could ease my tension with just a few, select touches.

[fmdjoosungarchive]

fmdmeme002, but all at once so i don’t spam y’all

1) what is your goal for this year/next year?

reading the sticky note, sung’s first thought was that he’d like to do many things. but, that wasn’t specific enough for a fan to feel satisfied. releasing more music with element was important to him, but so was having the time and creativity to write more music for others, and spend more time with friends and family. in the end, it only took a glance up at the fan to figure out what he wanted to write. “to meet more fans around the world!!!!”

2) what song would you want to sing to or play for someone you like?

a giggle left his lips when the girl in front of him asked her question. “are you looking to hire me for someone special?” it was natural, to play around with fans like they were his friends. to sung, they were. “i’d play something romantic. maybe one of @fmdxsuji’s songs.”

3) what’s your favorite scent?

sung knew this question had to come from a fan who knew him well. with the amount of candles in his side of the dorm, there were many to choose from. on camera, he tended to name more ‘manly’ scents, but in the space of fans, he was honest. “soft scents,” he wrote, “strawberry lemon ice a lot lately.”

4) if you spent one day with a fan, where would you go and what would you do?

sung’s hand readied to write that they should go to a theme park, but stopped short. there was a chance he might not be feeling very high energy that day, and the fans deserved better of him. he could say the library, too, but that might be too low energy for many fans. he settled with a basic compromise of, “what you like best!!!!”

5) what new concept do you want to try showing fans?

“a cute concept! wouldn’t we be so cute? especially yujinnie.” the fan responded that they thought he’d be cute too, which, he laughed and thanked them for. he hoped as much, anyway.

6) which girl group do you like the most recently?

he glanced up through his eyelashes with a smile. “this won’t be any surprise to you,” he said, and looked back down. “wish!!!” and on either side of the word he drew ‘hang loose’ symbol hands to symbolize the key point dance from signal. if he had more time, he might have taken a picture to send to @fmdluna.

7) which boy group do you like the most recently?

with ride on the wind’s promotions, sung held onto his songs of the summer for longer than he might have normally. though he knew he wasn’t going to stray away from his usual answers, picking which one was difficult. so, he had to go with which song was on his mind the most. “nine critical beauties!!! ㅋㅋ”

8) what soloist do you like the most recently?

it was inevitable that he’d receive a question like this during his solo debut. though they might expect a playful narcissistic answer, sung felt too grateful to the people that supported him and showed up for him to do anything less than sincere. “my friend @fmdjoohwan!!!” as he handed back the album and note, he said, “isn’t he so sexy these days?” to which the fan agreed.

9) what song have you been listening to a lot that you would recommend to fans?

“knight @fmdtaeyong‘s help,” he wrote, with a slight hesitation. the fans were still only getting to know him, and how willing he was to share things he felt was important. and this, was important. the fan read back his message, and asked why, and he took a breath before he said, “it’s okay to admit we all need help sometimes.”

10) what is your most used app?

sung never thought anyone would be interested in something like what app he uses most. if he had the time to pull out his phone and check, he could probably tell them definitively, but as it was, he had to make his best guess. “kkt, i think...” he paused to think, and continued, “or twitter!”

11) what should someone do to win your heart?

there was no way sung could tell them the truth. his heart would never belong to another person, and he knew that. @fmddaisuke knew that. the world didn’t, and might not ever. the thought was... upsetting, to say the least. but, he didn’t dwell on it, as he flashed a smile, and wrote, “give me lots of love!” and surrounded it with drawings of hearts.

12) what do you want for your next birthday?

he’d learned well enough by now that these questions tended to be sneaky ways to find out what they would next gift him, especially if the person was a fansite. which, this girl was. she was very kind whenever he’d met her, and frankly, he was always happy for any korean who supported them as dearly as she did, but, he wasn’t one to seek material things anymore. he wrote down something he thought might be more helpful, “every aether to be happier than the year before.”

13) what is do you consider to be your most charming feature/trait?

sung didn’t like thinking about his physical self as attractive. the only person he cared to be attractive for was his boyfriend, and even then, he’d rather have his personality shine through his looks. it may have been a simple answer, but he wrote, “kindness,” and slid the album back to the fan. aloud, he told them, “to me, being kind is one of the most admirable traits there is.”

14) what is your favorite flavor of ice cream?

there were so many to choose from. sung never liked sticking to one kind for too long, not when a new wild flavor would be coming out every month. the classics were great, the ones he couldn’t even fathom what they might taste like were great. but, he went for middle of the road, “rocky road!!!,” and drew a mountain underneath for the words to follow.

15) how should i ask out the person i like?

“trust yourself,” he wrote, but didn’t feel like that was adequate. he held up a hand, and the fan took it, interlocking their fingers. “show them how much you care, and be straightforward. and, if they don’t feel the same way, it’s their own loss. you can only accept their affections if it’s as strong as yours.”

16) what’s the secret behind your good looks?

plastic surgery. that wasn’t a good answer. that was, more accurately, a terrible answer. sung thought he looked nice before his procedures, but, not good enough, he guessed. “a healthy skincare regime!”

17) what do you think of fans of the same gender as you?

element seemed to have a greater mix of genders in their fans. like with most idol groups, the majority leaned towards women, but sung particularly liked when men came up. it was... exhilarating. like a shot of adrenaline. this man seemed quite confident in meeting him, which sent a pang to his heart that they were still shy enough to write their question on a sticky note. “the more i meet, the happier sungie is!”

18) what is the most recent thing that made you happy?

right after their official debut, it probably was the most obvious that that would be the happiest moment. nothing else compared, in his eyes. but, most recently? “a delicious breakfast!” he wrote, and drew a small drawing of himself eating from a bowl.

19) what is your happiness level these days on a scale from 0 to 100?

if he really thought about it, it might not be that high. the thought wasn’t a great one to have. he’d just had his solo debut, with an entire mini album, mostly created by himself. but it was hard, different, the things expected of him were different. he made a compromise, writing “90!!!” and drew a little face in the zero.

20) can you give some inspiring words for someone going through a hard time?

whenever sung received this question, he worried that the fan was the one going through a difficult time. with his hand on the fan’s, he could tell them his own truth. “let yourself feel what you feel. and when you have, breathe it back out. let it off of your shoulders, so that you can remember a new day will come.”

21) what words of advice would you give to someone studying for their college exam?

“don’t listen to decipher sunbaenim’s ring ding dong!!!” the joke he wrote down was silly enough. he knew from personal experience how terribly that song could get stuck in someone’s head while studying. but, he added a second note below that, something that mattered more, in his opinion. “and accept that you’re still smart and amazing no matter how you do.”

22) give yourself a percent ranking from 0 to 100 in the following categories: cute, cool, and sexy.

some recess in sung hoped he could be 100 in all of the categories presented to him. if there was one that stuck out above the rest, though, it was cuteness. he wrote down an 80, for that. it was a decent score, not high enough too many people would disagree, hopefully. next was sexy, at 70. as much as he didn’t care for the image, gold star did like to present him as a sexy type, and sung couldn’t deny it. and, coming up in last, was cool, at 40. sung had never considered himself the traditionally cool type, but he was alright with that.

23) what place do you want to travel to the most?

sung didn’t think much about vacations, or anything of that nature. the first thing that came to mind was to travel back home. the second, to japan with @fmddaisuke, to see his family, because he knew how much his boyfriend ached for them. but, in the end, he wrote down, “wherever our aether are!”

24) what language would you like to learn?

language was a tricky subject for sung. he felt like he was pretty good at korean, all things considered. he was well-read, and expanded his vocabulary often enough. when it came to other languages, he had trouble making sentences himself. he’d been told he had great accents, and he could understand someone when they were speaking in english or japanese, for the most part, but responding back... was a gamble. he felt like he was already trying hard enough with english and japanese, so he went for the language he heard often that he didn’t mostly understand, “spanish!!!”

25) what is the first thing you think of when someone mentions your fans?

the relationship sung had with his fans wasn’t as complicated as it seemed it was for many of his friends. sure, there were people that didn’t follow element’s career the way he would, but sung didn’t consider those people to be much of fans. the fans were the ones who supported them fully, from a distance, and enjoyed them for what they were. they were the ones who brought sung joy. “happiness”

26) what is your favorite movie/book you’ve seen/read recently?

in the space of these close fan interactions, sung could be more honest than he might have otherwise. chances were, only interns at the company and aethers would see his response. he read often, watched movies on a regular basis as well, though not as often as he read, so choosing one was difficult. but, the one that had stuck out the most to him recently was, “call me by your name!!”

27) what are your recent wishes?

“element and aether’s happiness”. writing the words down wasn’t a difficult decision. sung knew in his heart those were two of his wishes. he supposed part of him wished for element’s success too. even if he was happy with where they were at, he knew his members weren’t. and they deserved the world.

28) what are the requirements for your ideal type?

it was a common question. part of the fantasy of being an idol meant the expectation that fans would want to date him. but unlike some of his other members, sung enjoyed it. playing along was fun, when the fan knew the limits of their relationship. when it came to sung, there weren’t many restrictions. he wanted to know their fans in as close of a capacity as he could, because he felt like they deserved that. like most other times that question had come up, it was written on a sticky note, that he could playfully hide as he wrote, “to be as sweet as you!” before giving it back, and seeing the happy blush on the fan’s face.

29) what job would you want if you weren’t an idol?

before being in element, sung never considered that question. what he might want was very different from what he might have ended up doing. he knew that if he never made it into debut, he’d have stayed in his family’s business, and likely been miserable. but over the years, he had the opportunity to actually think on that question. most of the time, he threw out one of the many jobs he thought might have been cool, but this time, like many other instances, he went with what felt the most fitting for him, “a teacher,” to which he drew an apple beside it.

30) what is a hobby you’d like to pick up?

the fan was pretty young, for their usual demographic. positively adorable, but also confident enough to ask their question to his face, rather than write it down. his answer came quickly, “cooking!” though he had many hobbies he admired, wanting to become a better cook had been a dream for quite a long time, which he continued to share with the fan. they expressed the sentiment of wanting to help teach him, and he agreed they’d need to sort that out, before the fan was ushered over to @fmdyujin.

[starry-eyed-skz]

Jisung and Jiwoo Han ~ The Twins Part 4

Sorry this took so long! I was having difficulty posting this every time I tried >.<

Bold = memories, beginning & ending of chapter | Italics = thoughts

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~~~Jiwoo's POV~~~

"Okay, I think I have an idea?"

"Lay it on me, Shua." I prop my elbow up on my knee and rest my chin on my hand. "Do you have any of their numbers?" I look at him like he's an idiot. "Of course, but they could've gotten new numbers by now!" I hit his shoulder and shake my head. "Well, you never really know. Your brother and his group are having a concert on you birthday and I just thought that if you could get in contact with them, they could help you get in." My jaw drops at how I didn't think of this, my chest welling up with joy. "You really think it'll work?" I look up at him with hopeful eyes, grabbing his hand in my other one. "I promise, we just need to try to get one of them in on it. I want you two with each other again just as much as you do."

We spend so much time talking about how to initiate the plan that it isn't until Junhui bangs on the door that we snap out of our conversation. He opens the door with a gentle smile on his face. "Hey guys, you should probably head to sleep soon. It's getting late." I smile tiredly at Jun and bow my head as he closes the door. "Well, this is our chance." Joshua says as he gets up from his chair, sitting next to me on his bed.

~~~Jisung's POV~~~

I hum a random beat to one of our songs as I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. We had just got back from practicing the songs we'll be performing at the show on my birthday. Our birthday. I shake my head to make the voice go away, not wanting to linger on her any longer. I've tried going to therapy, never worked. If anything the voices just got more frequent. "This concert is gonna be a pain in the ass.." I mumble to myself and turn on my side, turning off the lamp on my bedside table. "Might as well get more sleep.. more practice tomorrow."

~~~Chan's POV~~~

Today's practice was brutal on all the boys' bodies, this concert meaning everything to us and STAY. It marks 3 years since Jiwoo disappeared without a trace, as well as Jisung's 19th birthday. Our fans understand how hurtful and important September 14th is to us and therefore it became important to them too. We're celebrating the emotional day with them this year. They even started hashtags for her and us on Twitter and Instagram. They truly were sweet for wishing for her safe return, it meant the world to us. Especially Jisung, of course. I hear my phone buzz on my desk next to me and I look down at it, my heart dropping at the contact name.

Han Twin #2💭 has sent you a message

My heart rate picks up quickly, my hands shaking as I feel like I'm going to faint.

~~~Jiwoo's POV~~~

"He isn't answering.. maybe he got a new number?" My tone is soft, barely above a whisper. I fiddle with Joshua's hoodie he let me borrow while I'm here. "Hey, he's typing!" Joshua points at my phone excitedly, making my eyes light up.

Channie🐼 is typing…

~~~Chan's POV~~~

My breathing is ragged as I stare at the screen, slapping myself in the face. This is a dream, it has to be. When I feel the sting in my cheek I know it's real life. My fingers drum against my phone screen as I type my reply quickly.

When she starts typing a reply my heart fills with hope. I want to yell for the others but the words are stuck in my throat.

She's coming home. She's going to come home!! My eyes well up with tears at the thought of finally getting her back. We've missed her way too much so any way possible to get her back, I'm willing to take.

I smile brightly and fall back on my bed after turning the lights off, ready to fall into a world of slumber. We'll see you soon Jiwoo, really soon. I turn my phone off and put it on the charger, my eyes fluttering shut. Sleep consumes my body not long after my eyes close.

~~~Jiwoo's POV~~~

I hug Joshua tightly as tears of happiness streak down my cheeks, burying my face into his chest. "It's okay JiJi, you'll be reunited with them soon." He pets my hair as I lean my body on his, my tears still slowly streaming down my face. "Three more days Shua, three more days." I hiccup slightly and a smile places itself on my face. "Three more days." Joshua smiles gently at me and wipes my tears, kissing my forehead. "Come on, let's go to sleep." He says softly and scoots back to near his headboard after I take my head off him. I nod my head and get up to turn the lights off, crawling in bed next to him and we cuddle close under his blankets.

~~~Three Days Later; Jiwoo's POV~~~

I shake in excitement as Joshua helps me pick out a decent but casual outfit. Jeonghan and I went shopping yesterday because he wanted me to have new clothes for the time being until I could buy more for myself. After all, all the clothes that may or may not still be in my closet at home are too small. We end up deciding on a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a flowy top with the shoulders cut out. I walk into the bathroom down the hall to change, humming one of their songs as I do. Today is mine and Sungie's birthday, which also means I get to see him and the others again.

I brush through my hair with Seungkwan's hair brush as a light smile plays upon my lips. This is possibly the best day of my life, without a doubt. I miss them so much. My ears perk up at my ringtone coming from down the hall. I put Seungkwan's brush down and walk back to Joshua's room, seeing a call from Chan. I quickly answer the phone, scribbling down the venue address quickly.

"Alright, I'll be on my way shortly."

And here we go everyone, one part left! I’ll most likely post it tomorrow just to get it over with and also make up for the long wait for this chapter lol Love you guys! <3