#jisung has me on my knees rn

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Just Imagine.. (tw :: noncon)

jisung being all sweet to you since it’s the first date you two have ever been on together. Pulling out chairs, opening the doors for you and covering your cold shoulders with his jacket just for him to force himself onto you as soon as you two walk into your apartment, fucking and filling all of your holes and calling you the most disgusting, degrading things known to man, telling you that if you “didn’t want it” you wouldn’t be all wet and panting like a little bitch in heat. 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[luvyeni]

in my jisung feels rn and this has bern on my mind since like yesterday ...

so just imagine you and jisung fucking and both of you are struggling , you because he's too big, and him struggling because your so tight.

holding your knees , basically folding you in half as he tries to slip his cock into your wet hole. "s-sungie , too big." you moan out. "won't fit." your whiny voice sending making his mind go blank.

"sh-shit , you're so fucking tight." his voice his deep and full of need as he focuses on trying to bully his cock into your cunt. "fuck."

once he's finally seethed inside of you , you try and get him to move , but he doesn't. "baby give me a moment , if i move now im gonna cum." he breathed , finally pulling out until it was just his tip , pushing back into your tight hole. "your stomach is bulging." he grunts.

"your pussy is too small for my cock." his dirty words mixed with his cock stretching you out , your legs were shaking as you soaked his cock in your essence.

"baby your shaking like a leaf." you were overstimulated , his cock still dragging along your walls. "did you cum just from me putting it inside?" you moaned. "a-again." he starts to pick up his pace , ready to give you want you want , to make you cum as many times as you can.

"gonna fuck you until your running from mt cock"

©️LUVYENI

[lyramundana]

Coming back with my usual poly minsung shit (i swear I love everyone equally, they’re just got me on a chokeshold recently)

Do you know those cute trials where they have to try make one of the members’ heartbeats grow faster by making them nervous? (This gave us one of the most beautiful minsung moments: Jisung hugging Minho by the waist from behind and kissing his neck, succefully making the cat boy jump flustered. AHHHH) If you know those, you’re aware there are a type of headphones with fluffy ears form that twitch then the person wearing them is nervous by registering their heartbeats.

I pictured a moment between Vivi and Minsung. Pre-relationship, where they’re still on the friends stage. Jisung has already come to terms that he has a raging small crush on her, but Minho is still having trouble understanding it. For some reason I can’t think about now, they decide to try those headphones out. Of course, being boyfriends and all, they go a bit overboard with it because this is just a normal day of interactions with them (but the ears still move and it’s so fucking cute cause they’ve been together for years and still are smitten with each other). They mostly tease each other about who is more flustered, but then Vivi asks if she can try it too.

She feels a bit weirded out herself for making that request, but she also finds them so utterly adorable with those ears on and how they move, seeing also the effects on their bodies langauge, so of course she has to try. Something shifts between them both, but they allow it because, obviously, there’s nothing wrong with it. She’s just a friend, a dear and rather beautiful friend, so it’s no big deal. Jisung is the one with the headphones on.

Vivi proceeds with baby steps. She starts with some eye contact, the basics, but Jisung is already shaking internally. (Remember that video of him with an Ateez member, holding eye contact in silence? That’s him rn) he can’t supress his chuckles, his cheeks are turning a bit red, but he doesn’t move his eyes. She gets bolder and moves closer to him, until he can feel her breath near his face. His hands are grasping unto his knees harshly to prevent the shaking. She smiles at him warmly, tilting her head in a cocky way, and he feels himself ready to jump and run and laugh at the same time. Minho stares at them intently, barely blinking, and biting his fingers to prevent a nervous laught. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous about. 

Then she goes for it. She clasps her hands around his shoulders, trapping him, and hides her nose in the space between his shoulder blades and neck, rubbing it. Ding ding ding, the fluffy ears are twitching already. Jisung finally breaks out on a shy chuckle and sofly pushes her away, but he almost seems reluctant when she gets away from him. She’s smiling in victory, enjoying the minutes of power she had over the boy and enjoying the feeling of knowing she made him so flustered and cute. 

She’s about to leave it there, but Jisung rushily takes off the headphones, puts them on Minho and claims it’s the boy’s turn now. The older looks like he’s been betrayed but he doesn’t take them off. Vivi rolls with it, thinking to herself “why the hell not?” and goes at him. 

Dear god, if Jisung was already shifty, Minho is a mess before she gets closer. He’s already smiling shyly, shifting his position constantly and looking everywhere but her eyes. However, she doesn’t need eye contact to make someone nervous, so she gets creative. She first starts clamping her hand on top of his head and softly caressing his hair, pulling it from time to time. Ups, the ears are already moving a bit and his ears are getting pink. She keeps going, now sitting almost on his lap and moving their faces close. Jisung’s burning gaze on them goes unacknoweldged by her, too focused on seeing how far she can go. She ten locks her arms on his broad shoulders, hugging him and pushing his face on her shoulder. He goes stiff for a moment, but suddenly she feels him moving his nose to her neck instead. The fluffy ears are twitching already, signaling his heart is beating faster than the average, but she doesn’t stop. She continues rubbing his scalp and even starts rocking him from side to side slowly..

and then she pulls his face away from her neck to give him a small, soft kiss on his earlids. 

She feels the vibration of the ears in her forehead by how fast they’re going.

She pulls away with a laugh, not quite believing what she just did but amused at Minho’s red ears and overall their flustered states. Minho blinks rapidily, mouth slightly open like he’s spaced out, and then he basically rips the ears off and throws them at Jisung with a yell. 

Vivi takes off time to go to the bathroom a second and leaves them alone. 

Feel free to complete the rest.

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[angelwonie]

BITCH idc write me smth about making out with jisung rn!!! 😤

pairing: jisung x fem!reader wc: 600 warnings: semi smut, fingering, dirty talk, degradation, this got out of control oops

"Fuck, you're so hot."

You giggle at the words mumbled against your lips by your boyfriend, his hands roaming your body like he's been waiting to touch you for ages. Which is funny considering his hands have been on you all night, ever since you walked out of the house in that little dress Jisung likes the most.

You don't feel much like laughing, though, not when Jisung's lips crash into yours again, fingers brushing over your cheeks as he pushes you against the wall of your apartment. The surface is cold and it has you gasping softly, opening your mouth just wide enough for Jisung's tongue to slip inside, a groan escaping him when you tug at his hair. He rolls his hips into yours slowly, smiling against your mouth when you whimper.

"You drive me absolutely crazy, you know that?" He pulls away to press open-mouthed kisses to your jaw as his hand slips under your dress, brushing over the inside of your thigh. He teases you for a while, but his patience quickly fades and he runs his knuckles over your clothed core, feeling how soaked through your panties are already. "Always so fucking needy for me. Always ready for my cock, isn't that right?"

Goosebumps form on your skin at his words, and you buck your hips into his hand, whining softly as you nod your head in response. This isn't exactly how you imagined this night to go, especially after feeling so tired on the drive home, but you can't bring yourself to feel sleepy when Jisung's fingers keep brushing over the fabric of your panties that grows wetter with every second. Is he trying to drive you insane? Because if he is, it's certainly working.

"Ji," You mumble as you feel his clothed erection press into the side of your thigh. "Please."

"Please what?"

He's enjoying himself way too much, but you can't bring yourself to think about that right now, much less scold him for it. All you're focused on is how his fingers push your panties to the side and graze your clit ever so slightly, making you grab at his biceps for support when your legs feel weak.

"Please, need you to fuck me," It comes out breathy, more high pitched than you intented it to because now, his fingers are smearing your arousal all over your cunt and you're slowly losing focus.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Jisung flashes you that annoyingly hot smile of his and finally pushes one of his fingers inside of you, making you gasp out, leaning your head against the wall.

That doesn't last very long, though, as he grabs at your hair and pulls you in for a messy kiss. Another finger enters your pussy and you whimper into his mouth, spreading your legs to give him better access.

He doesn't hold back, driving his fingers into you quickly and making sure they reach deep enough to make you see stars with each movement. Once he finds that one spot that makes your knees weak, he hits it repeatedly, making you clench around him, nails digging into his arms. His lips move to suck marks into your neck and one of his hands grabs at your tits, fingers curling as they leave and enter your cunt. You're close already, that familiar feeling of ecstasy stirring up in your stomach and a string of moans escape past your lips.

"Fuck, babe, you're taking my fingers so well," Jisung groans, rubbing circles on your clit when he sees your legs starting to shake. "Gonna cum for me? Cum all over my fingers like a slut?"

You can only nod, whimpering as your pussy clamps down on Jisung's fingers when you reach your high. His arms hold you up when your whole body feels like jelly, and the corners of his lips quirk upwards when your eyes meet his, your fucked out expression making his cock strain against his pants. It only makes his smile widen when he sees you eyeing the tent in his pants hungrily.

"Wanna help me out a little, pretty girl?"

[hyuckmov]

hiii moon anon here i have a lot to say but first off: i've been analyzing the title song settle down and i've been listening to it over and over again and is the story gonna parallel the lyrics itself?? "and i don't seem to be having any effect now" like thats… oooh the angst is gonna be delicious. i hope you take this as a compliment when i say this but the whole fic takes me BACK to 2013-2015 YOU KNOW THAT ERA HAHAHA the tropes, the ambiance, the CHARACTERS!! side question: is mark or jisung gonna play bigger roles? or did they just act as plot devices for reader and haechans development. would not mind either way but given the concept of the story i can totally imagine reader coming back and just wreaking havoc on the band. sorry i love mess lol. maybe i'm delusional or maybe its the fact that it's haechan but it makes me more understanding of the character?? i trust you when you say that there's more to rockstar hc than meets the eye, and especially from his perspective it's pretty realistic that he has his guard up when it comes to really connecting with people, and we see his walls slowly crumbling down by the end too. and even in the earlier parts of the story i didn't expect him to have his sweet moments?? i honestly expected him to be worse but god him calling her PRINCESS has me on my knees i will defend reader's choices with my life because i'd do the same, i'd probably still go to the concert by the end she's so much stronger than me helppp (tho DISCLAIMER i would not be doing this for just any man its bc its haechan why i am easily swayed by the little things,,, just like reader), but i liked how she decided to take a step back this time, especially when at that point haechan is basically offering her what she has always wanted, but knowing his past actions it won't be truly easy to hang onto every word said. this is the culmination of every mixed signals and rejection that haechan gave her, and the build up to it is veryyy well done. also im still reeling from reading the fic i felt sooo many emotions and dk how to fully articulate it yet,, maybe i'll come back when i do. i even made a playlist of my own w songs that reminded me of the fic to help me move on (at least until pt 2 gets posted, cant wait tho!!)

MOON ANON.... when i say my jaw dropped.... my heart rate actually spiked i can't believe you wrote such a detailed review and theorized this makes me so happy especially since you basically inspired me with this idea !!!! giving you a huge hug rn 🫂🤍 

omg ngl this fic encouraging people to listen to settle down makes me so happy because it's one of my favorite songs 😭 it makes me feel so honoured to know that you are analysing the lyrics and anticipating the plot like that really means so much to me !!! i definitely picked it because it had themes i wanted to explore throughout the song...but the lines kind of contain both hyucks and readers pov hehe so i'm excited to explore that in part 2

i take that as a DEFINITE COMPLIMENT i was so invested in that era it was so formative for me... hence a lot of the song choice in my playlist too... i don't know if i genuinely nailed the idea of rockstar in rockstar haechan (because truly...what is a rockstar...) but i did want to give it that 2013 band on tumblr vibe lmfao so i'm so glad you brought that up !!!!

AAAA the band still definitely continues to play a role... they have stuff to work out but i've thought about their characters a lot and i definitely want to show more of their opinions on haechan and reader (it wouldn't be a rockstar au without that). someone else i want to add in is jaemin because ngl reader needs someone purely on her side

i hope i'm not promising too much with haechan HAHA i'm not someone who likes to give too much backstory to characters so i'm just putting it out there: i'm not going to explain that he's this way becaue he was cheated on before or he had family problems etc. i just want it to be genuine layers of his character and personality that's put to the test (love making it hard for myself LOL)

i'm so relieved to know you still managed to feel for his character and appreciate the softer sides of him and a bit of his struggle... i was worried i promised a super terrible character with the preview and people would be disappointed he ended up being so gentle with reader 😅

and her standing him up at the end!!! i'm glad you thought it was justified but at the same time recognise she probably was going to...it really could go both ways and idk if i'm still going through with my original plot arc !!! we will see :)

this was already so articulate omg once i appreciate it sooo so so so much that you shared such a detailed review with me, it literally blows my mind and i will reread your ask again and again !!!! omg and if u want please share your playlist with me too!!! i want to see what songs there are that give him vibes ~~

thank you sm again...you are too nice to me ily!!!!

[xxkissesforchanniexx]

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Pairing: Chan x fem!reader (zombie apocalypse au) Word count: 1.1k T_T Warnings: non really >.> hongjoong is scery,

A/N: might end up redoing this whole series >.> i dont like it rn >.>

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Chapter 4

You and Chan hadn't spoken at all since what happened. The members could sense the tension the moment Chan entered the base, Changbin was about to ask him how it had gone but seeing the infuriated look on Chan's face, he steered clear of him and let Chan storm to his room.

"What happened?" Jisung asked Hyunjin.

He shook his head, pursing his lips and looking at you.

Seonghwa went straight to his room, surprising even Minho, who tilted his head at you, as if expecting an explanation.

You didn't speak even at dinner which Chan, even after Minho went to call him, refused to attend.

You poked at your food until Jeongin finally snapped.

"What happened?!" He almost shouted.

You looked at him, opened your mouth then closed it.

"Nothing." Seonghwa said.

"It's clearly something." Minho looked at him.

You pushed your chair back and left without a word. You left the base and climbed onto a car, sitting there and staring at the setting sun. Why was San even there... Why was Hongjoong still looking for you? As if hopping three cities wasn't enough to make him think you and Hwa were dead. You felt tears burning your eyes, what would he do if he found you? With them? What would he do to Seonghwa? To Chan? To the base?

You bit your lip and sucked in a shaky breath. Run.. just run.. If he knows you ran they'll be safe. You slid off the car to make a run for it when you stopped yourself. But where would you go? With what resources? You kicked a piece of metal hard, it clattered against the old road and hit another rundown car. You slid to the ground beside the car you stood on and pulled your knees close to your chest.

"Hey.."

You looked up as you heard the deep voice. Yongbok.

"Are you okay?" He said quietly, sitting next to you.

You looked at him. "Yeah."

"Chan told me what happened..."

"So how can you ask if I'm okay?" You shot.

"Because I got what Chan had to say," He turned to face you. "Who's Hongjoong? What happened?"

You bit your lip. "I can't say.."

"Why not?"

"It's not my business. But it is."

"So it's Hwa's business."

You nodded.

"I get it." Yongbok turned away from you and reached to hand you something. It was a small lollipop. "Chan's not mad at you.." He whispered. "He's worried." he took your hand and rested the lollipop in your palm. "You're one of us. You and Seonghwa, if you're in danger we'll be there." He closed you hand and patted your hand gently. "Because we're a team... Nah we're family.."

You stared at the freckled man for a moment.

He stood and walked back to the base entrance. "Don't let what Chan does get to you. It's because he cares." He entered the car and slid down into the base, leaving you with your thoughts.

Chan looked up as Jisung entered his room. "I said-"

"Minho wants to talk to you." the chubby cheeked man said.

"I'm not hungry."

"Then don't eat." Minho walked into the room anyway and sat on Chan's bed. "How long do you intend to ignore Y/n?"

"Until she tells me what's going on."

"Does she have to tell you?"

"She's surviving in my base so yes."

"Chan."

"Everyone has to know everything." Chan sighed. "For our own safety."

"Our?" Minho raised a brow. "What about Eunbi? Will you tell them about her?"

"You know I can't." Chan huffed.

"Then cut Y/n some slack."

"It's not the same!" Chan said, volume rising.

"How is it any different?!" Minho stood, staring at his friend.

"Because... because we have too much to lose now." Chan looked at his hands. "All the times we almost died just to build this place from the ground up. Eunbi is one person. Wherever Y/n was before.. that's a whole group and they look borderline insane."

Minho didn't say anything for a moment. "What if she has her own reasons? Her and Seonghwa."

Chan didn't say anything to that.

"Think what you want." Minho shrugged. "She's the last person I think would try to hurt us intentionally." He turned to leave.

"I'm worried." Chan said softly. "Not just about us. I'm worried about her. She looked like she saw a ghost when she heard Hongjoong's name."

Minho looked at him. "So? You just gonna let her be scared forever?"

Chan bit his lip. "No."

"Fix it." Minho smiled and walked out of the room.

"So I will.." He muttered. Only when he went to fix whatever "it" was, he found you already laughing with Hyunjin and Seonghwa. As if nothing were wrong at all.

Hongjoong looked at San, San looked at Hongjoong.

"You saw them?"

"Yes sir." San said. "She has a new group."

"Does she?" Hongjoong leaned back in his chair. "Do you know where to find them?"

"Not yet, but we do know where they might appear again.." San smiled. "They're trying to get a plane running. Maybe to use the radio or escape? But that plane is their best shot."

"Who was she with?" Hongjoong asked. "Describe them."

"Seonghwa for one. And a very cocky guy with a funny accent."

"What kind of accent?"

Hongjoong looked at the woman in the dark corner of his office. "Why does it matter Eun?"

"Yeah-" San started.

"What kind of accent?" She pressed.

"Australian." San said.

She stepped out of the dark and stared at him. The mask she wore covering her face, she looked at Hongjoong. "You said this girl ran away from you?"

"More like she was taken." Hongjoong said lowly as he thought of Seonghwa.

"I may know who she's with.. finding him is the issue." She sighed. "Birds of feather flock together."

"I need to talk to you."

You looked up at Chan from where you sat.

Seonghwa stared at him. "About?"

"Was I talking to you?"

"It's fine." You stood, "We can talk."

When he pulled you out of the room he didn't beat around the beach before asking, "What's up with all that? Hongjoong, those people-"

"It's not my business to say."

"Y/n."

"Chan." You stared at him. "Why bother?"

"You really just like being mysterious don't you?" Chan rolled his eyes. "I'm asking to protect us all."

"Even if I told you Hongjoong would still get around anything you have."

"You don't know tha-"

"I DO!" You snapped.

Chan looked at you.

"He's not going to wait for you to come up with some big plan and then attack. He's a killer. He's unpredictable. You need to fucking listen to me."

Chan sighed and looked around, his eyes meeting Hyunjin's and then Minho's, who were peeked around the corner listening. Whoever this guy was, why he had you and Seonghwa so scared, he needed to know. He had to protect everyone.. "I'm all ears."

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[sunshineseung]

Sexting with Han Jisung

— hey baby! how has your night been?

uhhh fine i guess. just kinda bored, you know? —

— omg same. soooo bored. i’ve been through every app on my phone lmao

lol i feel that. i wish you were here rn so we could at least be bored together haha —

— well we wouldnt stay bored together for very long

??? —

oh wait —

HAN JISUNG! —

you nasty mf —

— well am i wrong???

— you can only yell at me if i’m wrong

— if we were together, I’d be knuckle deep inside you by now.

gross. —

— judging by the pictures you sent me last night, im not the gross one here 🙄

😦 —

😐 —

— did you forget, baby? did you forget how you came all on your own last night because a simple phone call from your handsome, loving, talented boyfriend?

alright alright i get it jeez —

no need to rub it in —

— i’d like to rub you in

what does that even mean —

— idk but i’m hard now so…

— since i was so generous to you last night

— maybe help me get off

— my good little baby, you wouldn’t want to be bad, would you?

ugh, if you insist… —

— we can’t call though

why tf not? —

— jeongin’s sleeping in the bed across the room!

— he doesn’t need to hear how hot i am!

are you sure you can jerk off quietly? —

you usually can’t —

— i can when i’m alone

— i get louder when i want you to hear me, duh

yeah sure —

— show me your titties, bitch!

delete the tiktok app right now —

— please get to it, y/n. my dick’s so hard it hurts

aw, so hard just for me? —

— finally jfc

— fuck, you’ve sent me so my nudes, baby

— they get me so fucking hard

you like looking at my body, hm? —

what if i send you a few more pics? —

would you like that? —

— please let me see you, doll

anything for you, Sungie 💕 —

[image attachment] —

do you like this set? it came in the mail today —

i bought it just for you —

— omg you’re gorgeous my love

— can i touch myself?

go ahead, baby. stroke your pretty cock nice and slow —

— slow?

yup, slow. tease yourself for me, okay? —

— okay baby

good boy —

my good boy —

— i need you so bad

what do you need from me, sweetheart? —

— i need you to help make me cum

— my hand doesn’t feel the same

— i want you :(

i wish i was with you right now too, baby. suck your pretty cock until you’re cumming down my throat. would you like that? —

— i’d love that

— want you down on your knees for me, eager to please me whenever i need your mouth

— face fuck you until your jaw hurts

— you’d like that, huh?

— i’m gonna stroke myself as fast as i want, got it?

— tell me, are you wet right now?

i’m soaked, are you kidding me —

you always know how to get me worked up, hannie —

maybe i start using my pillow to get off —

the one you like to sleep on hehe —

im straddling this pillow wishing it was you —

— good, keep going.

— play with yourself for me

— don’t cum until i give you permission.

yes sir —

— rub yourself on the pillow as much as you want

— you’re so fucking sexy

— when i cum i’m gonna imagine it inside you

you wanna cum inside me? —

— yes, baby

— wanna fill you with my cum until it’s leaking out of your used little cunt

— you’re getting off, aren’t you?

can’t help it sir —

you’re so good for me —

— fingering yourself right?

nope! —

i’m using the vibrator you got for me —

it’s on it’s lowest setting and my legs are shaking —

wish you were here to help me use it —

— when i get home i’m gonna ruin you

ruin me? how, baby? —

— i’d hold that vibe up to your pretty clit until you’re overstimulated and crying from pleasure

— your moans get me off so easily i could listen to them all day

— i still have that video. you know the one.

where you’re eating me out? —

— yes baby that’s the one

— watching it right now

— your face is so pretty when you cum

— wish i was there to kiss you

— suck little marks into your neck so everyone knows you’re taken

— what are you thinking about babe?

your tongue against mine as you finger me —

play with my clit until im screaming your name —

jisungie im close —

— so am i baby

can i cum? —

— can I cum?

sorry —

yes —

i mean —

you can cum, sir —

— you can cum too pretty girl

— cum for me

— all for me

m coming —

that vibrator’s so strong fuck —

[image attachment] —

so messy x —

— fuck i’m close

you’re so close sung? wanna cum inside me? —

i’m dripping for you, need your cock so bad :( —

you wanna be good for me, don’t you baby boy? —

i want a video of you cumming and moaning my name —

please sir let me see you cum for me —

you’re so hot i need you —

— need me?

i need you jisung please! before i have to get off again —

jisung? —

— [video attachment]

— there it is

aw sungie you’re so hot omg —

— still wish it was inside you

it will be soon enough, right baby? —

— yeah don’t worry baby

— just another week of promotions then i’ll be all yours

and i’ll be all yours —

— fuck i love you

love you too, jisung!!! <3 —

— you’re so fucking cute

— definitely gonna jerk off again

[sailorhyunjinz]

Can I request a fluffy HC? SKZ comforting you while you’re rlly drunk when you get home and taking care of you. (Like you stumble and have to throw up and stuff)

i just realised that i kept on calling my headcanons for reactions?? I MEAN i dont even know at this point lmao imma call it... headcanons/reactions

ALSO new territory for me,,, im usually not much for fluff unless its really captivating or like drabbles (ahhh bf!skz is my weakness) AND SO YEAH UNDERSTAND IF ITS A BIT... lackluster. 

jesus christ ive been listening to touch you for like an hour now ASHAHS save me,,, its too good

HEADCANON sKKRrrT

Warnings; skz x gn!reader; fluff (wow amazing?? cherry writes fluff?) established relationship, drinking, use of alcohol, vomiting, minor injuries, mentions of bruises. 

Bangchan

worry mode; on

lets say you were out drinking

dont even think that you could make it one step outside the pub/club

babyboy would already be waiting in his car outside

the entire car ride home he would tell you to stop drinking so much

“y/n,,, why do you always do this,,, you know how bad it is for your health and im scared that you’ll hurt yourself on the way home”

meanwhile you dont understand anything, rolling in the backseat of the car.

when the two of you arrive home he immediately places you in a warm bath, rubbing your back as you almost fall asleep with your back against his chest. 

worries a lot even though you’re fine

makes you breakfast in bed the day after :(((

Minho

complaining about everything ASHASH

he’s like mumbling underneath his breath, wondering why you’re so stupid and do this every time you go out drinking

much much MUCH rather prefers drinking with you alone 

not only because he can control how much you’re drinking

but also because he likes seeing you tipsy?!?”!?

my brain is working rn u guys

its because he likes seeing this kinda,,, hidden flirty side of you that comes out when someone is tipsy 

yk... the whole.. coming too close or laughing lazily at his jokes YK YK?

god im having such a difficult time to keep this fluffy AHSAHSH I THINK EVERYONE KNOWS WHAT I WANT TO SAY

he gets really soft with you because he knows that you probably wont remember anything SO HE CAN SHOW HIS SOFT SIDE

without you teasing him for it lol

he’d stroke your cheek with the back of his hand while your leaning against him on the couch, falling asleep in his arms. 

he wraps a blanket around you and mumbles softly

“i love you y/n”

Changbin

he’d be just as drunk as you HASHHASHAH

the two of you would have to call chan because none of you can walk properly 

ok but if it was only you being the drunk one then he’d know what to do

him speaking from experience that is 👀 👀 👀 

removes your clothes (NOT LIKE THAT YOU FILTHY FUCK) and tucks you snuggly in bed, giving you a kiss on the forehead

might even remove your makeup if you’re wearing any

he notices a bunch of bruises on your legs, shaking his head at your clumsiness

makes a promise with himself to go with you next time

even though you would want to be with only your friends ahsahsh he doesnt give a shit about that

everything to keep you safe

doesnt want to see his precious baby hurt :((

Hyunjin

sweetheart that holds your hair/clothes back when puking :((

he pats your back gently as his face has a disgusted facial expression, loving you too much to leave you alone in the bathroom but feeling squeamish

“siri, how do you care for a drunk person?”

reads somewhere that you need to replenish water levels after puking and so he just starts bringing a whole pack of waterbottles in the bedroom

“if you need water during the night, it’s over here” 

he’d try to leave the room, thinking that you’d maybe want some space when having the nausea from hell but you quietly whine which caught him off guard

“d-do you want me to stay?”

you nod and he smiles shyly, laying next to you and just looking at you sleeping??

he thinks you’re adorable :((

even if you’re a lot to handle when drunk

Jisung

ngl this mf laughing his ass off when you’re just blabbering random incoherent sentences

“who was your boyfriend now again?” “m-my squirrlll...” you reply, rubbing your face on his shoulder. “your squirrel? am i a squirrel?” you nod which makes his heart beat faster. 

if you were to drink together bet your ass that he would be wrecked 

probably even more drunk than you so... good luck

everytime you wanted to go out drinking with your friends he would try to persuade you to stay with him instead

“look y/n, staying and cuddling with me brings you both a cute boyfriend, take out and movies”

you shrug “doesnt bring my friends” you say putting on your shoes

“HEY! im your friend,,, your boyfriend!” he says back hugging you, dragging you to the couch, just laying down on top of you

“Jisung!! I’m gonna be late, move!”

“nope... we are cuddling tonight, remember what happened last time you went out drinking?”

you were reminded of you lying passed out infront of the apartment which scared the everliving shit out of jisung, thinking you were dead.

“noo....” you lie, smiling mischievously.

Felix

poor boy would let you sleep ahahshs

he’d tip toe around your apartment, trying to be as quieeeet as possible....

only knock down a whole fucking shelf of pans and pots

but a complete sweetheart that makes you food, knowing you’d be too tired to do it with a hangover. 

do you know those jellies that can prevent hangovers??

yeah, you would find those in your bag

he wouldnt let you wear high heels because he’s scared of you falling over in them :(((

also if you go out he has to know at least one of your friends and have their phone number because NUH UH HE ISNT JUST LETTING YOU GO WITHOUT HIM KNOWING EVERYTHING

he cares,,, a lot and doesnt want to see you come home with scraped knees

because that happened,,,once?? or like maybe 10 times??

Seungmin

teasing youuuu

“weak, you barely finished a bottle”

take a bunch of pictures of you leaning against a telephone pole and then tease you for it the day after

NAH BUT WHEN YOUR REALLY DRUNK HE GETS SERIOUS

he carries you on his back, lowkey scared you’d puke on him BUT CARING NONETHELESS

you pass out on the bed, still dressed in your fancy clothes and he simply looks at you, admiring your features

if there’s anything you want, he will get it

“w-water” you groan and soon enough he returns with a glass of water

slowly sitting you up and stroking your hair, getting it out of your face. 

“be more careful next time ok?” 

you nod, not really understanding what he’s saying before pulling him down in bed with you, falling asleep with him in your arms.

Jeongin

he dont know what the fuck he’s doing

panic,,, sheer panic

he himself doesnt drink too much

maybe enough to feel tipsy but not DRUNK DRUNK

so when you stumble in through the door, your shoes in your hand and hair looking like a mess he gets scared HASASHAS

you fall down, scraping your knee in the hallway and he runs towards you and lifts you up, placing you down on the bed

then he’s like “....now what”

in panic calls chan that tells him to make you drink water and place a bucket nearby

he does just as he’s told but kinda scared to leave you alone in a room for too long, pulling down everything in the house to find a bucket

he removes your jacket and wraps you up in a blanket, snuggling real close to you as he slowly strokes your forehead, feeling you sweat a bit

DOESNT LEAVE YOU FOR A SECOND

[ncitylights]

Shoot me dead - sadist!jisung

Warnings: dirty talk, pet names (slut, baby, doll, darling, pretty girl, good girl), gun play, mentions of fucking, sadism, dubcon, jisung has a huge cock.(let me know if i missed something, it’s 5:46 am here 😞 not proofread at all)

Masterlist

“Shut the fuck up,” Jisung sneers, pushing the gun to your head. You were a trembling, wide-eyed, whimpering mess, your gaze set straight as you felt the cold barrel against your temple.

Jisung let out a chuckle, looking down at the spot in between your legs, a noticeable puddle of wetness on the sheet.

“Such a slut, getting off to a gun being pointed at your head. What if I shoot you, __? I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Jisung tilted his head, finger on the trigger. You nod your head, completely dumb just by his presence and the cold gun pressed against your head.

He smirked, pulling the trigger, the gun meeting with a click, your eyes shutting tightly, a snicker coming from your boyfriend.

“So scared for what, baby? You know I won’t hurt you, right?” He said, his eyes flickering with excitement. You nod to avoid any problems, your eyes opening and hesitantly drifting to your boyfriend. He wasn’t the innocent boy you once knew. He made it known that he didn’t want to be treated like a child. It irritated him. It made him angry to be treated something far from his age.

“You think I’m gonna hit you, doll?” He said again, his free hand stroking your cheek as the other presses the gun against your head more. You flinch at his touch, earning a small frown from Jisung. He quickly replaced it with a sick sadistic grin, plunging his fingers into your mouth.

“You don’t wanna use your words, darling? You’re so quiet. Is it because of the gun?” He asked as if mocking you, his sickening grin only widening. You nod again due to him shoving his long, veiny fingers down your throat. He pull his fingers out of your mouth right after to pull your hair, causing a gasp to leave your swollen lips, your head leaning back.

“Pretty girl. Wanna ruin your throat. Will you let me?” He asks, stroking your cheeks and jawline with the gun, earning a quick nod from you.

“Yes,” you finally say, a small smack on your sore, swollen cunt resonating in the room.

“Good girl. Finally using your words, huh?” He said, his honey-filled deep voice sending shivers down your body to your core. You open your mouth to reply but before you could, he shoves the gun into your mouth.

“How about I fuck you with a gun in your mouth, baby? Would you mind that?” He asked, earning a small head nod from you

He licks over his lips before pulling his sweats and boxers down with his free hand, his huge cock coming into view, making you gulp in anticipation.

“Good.”

[wonderlustlucas]

jack pot ; part 3 - hwang hyunjin

⇢ prompt You know it’s bad when you’re high as a kite and he’s still on your mind. ⇢ pairing hwang hyunjin x female reader ⇢ word count 6.4k ⇢ genre fluff & angst (not heavy, just in a slow burn kind of way) ⇢ warnings (18+) drug use, a suggestive make out & the mention of a boner twice maybe ⇢ summary College is a matter of working hard and playing hard. It’s an opportunity to start fresh, to grow as an individual and to blossom with those you befriend. People come and people go, leaving their mark on your life and showing you all the parts of becoming an adult. Some, however, do more than leave their mark. Some take just as much as they give. Things become complicated once they take the entirety of your love because you outright offered it to them.—college!au ; stoner!au ; friends to lovers!au ⇢ a/n AAAAAAAA omg im so excited to post this, this by far is my fav part of jack pot & i cant wait to hear what u all think!!! sorry its a bit shorter than the other parts, & technically this is the *last* part, but there will be an epilogue where you will see how everything comes to be!!!! have fun reading!!! <3

⇠ part 2

five.

“Oh, fuck, he’s good,” Yeji gasps, shoving her phone into Maddie’s hands before faceplanting into the table.

“Are you H-T-T-P because I’m colon-slash-slash without you,” Maddie reads with a chuckle, thumbs hesitating over the keyboard. “Quick, YN, look up some pick-up lines.”

Closing the tab on the article you should be reading but has been long forgotten, you promptly do as you are told and open the first link from your search, Minho and Jisung leaning in to help. “There,” Jisung stops you, pointing to one, “’Are you a parking ticket? Because you have fine written all over you.’”

The table can’t help but burst into laughter at such a sentence. It’s stupid, but ever since Yeji and Kim Sunwoo began texting, their conversations have been full of tacky puns and emoji-filled compliments.

“Damn,” Maddie whistles, setting the phone back into Yeji’s limp hand, “he’s already typing back.”

“Gross,” Ryujin teases, busy typing away on her laptop. How she manages to multitask so well is a skill you certainly lack. “Why don’t you just like, I don’t know, ask him out?” Jisung asks and when you glance up, he’s looking at you. “Because that’s the guy’s job,” Maddie quickly saves the day, winking to you when you send her a grateful smile.

“Bullshit,” Jeongin scoffs. Everyone, even Ryujin, stops to look at him.

Did he just curse?

“I mean, like,” he stammers, cheeks turning rosy at all the attention, “it’s 2020. Guys have insecurities, too.”

“I agree,” Minho hums, looking to Maddie with hearts in his eyes, “that kind of confidence is enough to make any boy fall in love.”

“Yeah, but—”

Lia rebuts, but your attention quickly falls elsewhere when a text message first appears on your laptop, then your phone.

hwang hyunjin🦔🕺🏻💞🧻 [now] Where r u rn?

Unable to fight your smile, you quickly type back.

[3:39 PM] YN: outside hollin st café [3:39 PM] YN: why? :)

“Have you seen their new house, YN?” Minho asks, prompting you to click your phone off and set it back on the table. “Whose house?”

“Changbin’s parents.”

“Oh,” shaking your head, you distantly curse Chan for keeping your friend busy today. Unlike Jisung, Changbin likes to write lyrics and do whatever other music stuff during the day at a normal time instead of the middle of the fucking night while stoned and trying to finish his computer science assignments at the same time. “No, he forgot to send me pictures.”

“Dude,” Jisung sighs dreamily, “it’s huge. So nice. I think the front door alone could cover tuition.”

“Is it really that nice?” Maddie asks in awe.

“He started to show me pics the other day but couldn’t finish but the kitchen… unnecessary,” Ryujin quips, pausing her work to check her phone. “Yeah, it’s insane. The whole place is unnecessary but the kitchen is like, a house in itself,” Jeongin hums, head shaking in disbelief.

“Damn, now I really want to see it,” you sigh, making a mental note to hunt Changbin down so he can show you. “It’s like Hyunjin and his rings,” Minho snickers, “he has so many. Whenever we’re out, if he sees a ring, boom. It’s his.”

Well, he’s not wrong but… You bite your tongue no matter how badly you wish to defend Hyunjin and his affinity for rings and jewelry in general. The boy has taste, what can you say? You certainly are not complaining about Hyunjin’s long fingers and the way he chooses to decorate them.

“I never thought I’d hear Changbin’s parent’s kitchen be analogous to Hyunjin’s jewelry collection, yet here we are,” Maddie chuckles, leaning over Yeji to peek at her conversation with Sunwoo.

“Wow, speak of the devil,” Jisung pipes up of course as soon as you have reopened the tab to your assignment. Changbin or Hyunjin, you don’t know, head whipping up to find out and a peculiar mix of relief and panic settling over you once you spot the latter. “Uh oh, YN’s gonna go into cardiac arrest.”

As subtly as you can, you elbow Jisung in the stomach and smile at Hyunjin as he nears. “Hey,” keeping his eyes on you, Hyunjin approaches your table and stops behind Maddie opposite from you, “I’m sorry, I should have asked if you were busy.” His cheeks, already flushed, burn pinker once he looks away to smile weakly at everyone else.

“I’m not busy!” You squeak, scrambling to close your laptop and shove it in your bag. “Are you sure? I can come back later?” He offers, tilting his head and this is when you realize he is holding a bubble tea in each hand. And from the looks of it, one seems to be your usual order. “No, she’s not,” Jeongin answers for you, recognizing your stupefied expression.

“I was just – yeah. No,” rushing to stand and swing your legs out around the bench, you nearly fall flat on your face, “I wasn’t doing anything, actually.” Steadying yourself with a hand on Minho’s shoulder, you heave a labored breath before carefully walking to meet Hyunjin.

“Okay,” he beams, either oblivious to how flustered you are or simply choosing to ignore it. Turning to wave to your friends, he hands you one of the cups and you realize it is, in fact, your favorite boba. Oh boy. “See ya later,” you wave to them as well, nose wrinkling when both Jisung and Maddie wink in return.

Following after Hyunjin, you finally allow yourself to take notice of his attire and can’t help but feel confused. He looks good. And not in the good attractive way—he always looks good. But good as in formal. It’s four o’clock on a Tuesday in October and he’s out here looking as if he just got out of a business meeting. White button-down tucked into fitted black slacks, dress shoes, black tie, and he even has a black suit jacket draped over his arm. His hair is styled, too; ever since he dyed it back to black, he’s been growing it out long enough for his bangs to cover his eyes. Now, however, it’s parted down the middle and seems as if he’s ever so slightly curled it away from his face.

Suddenly, you feel ridiculous walking beside him in mom jeans and a baggy sweatshirt from high school.

“Thanks for the boba,” you mumble around your straw, brain still preoccupied trying to get over how utterly handsome he is. “Why do you look so fancy?”

The side of his mouth twitches up at your words, but his eyes stay glued to the sidewalk as you continue to your unknown destination. “I had an audition,” Hyunjin admits, voice devoid of emotion as if it’s not important at all. “An audition?” You echo. “Why do you sound so not super mega excited? How did it go? What was it for?”

“Well—”

“Wait!” You interrupt, stopping your walk once you realize he had an audition and you didn’t know. “You had an audition? What – why didn’t you tell me?”

Hyunjin frowns, avoiding your gaze and dragging his bottom teeth over his top lip. “I didn’t tell anyone,” he finally says before reaching for your hand and tugging you away from the walkway and into your campus’ main courtyard. “Why? Is it some sort of secret or something, Hyunjin?” You scoff, sounding way more annoyed than you intended. But you are annoyed; why didn’t he want to tell anyone?

“No,” he sighs, finding an empty area in the grass and lowering himself to sit, “I just… didn’t want anyone to know. Didn’t want to make it a big deal.”

“Hyunjin,” you sigh, visibly softening for him and settling down next to him, crisscrossing your legs, “it is a big deal. I don’t know what it’s for, but if it’s important enough for you to audition, then it’s important to us, too. You don’t need to be humble twenty-four-seven, you know. I’m sure you could have used our support.”

“I didn’t get it, though,” Hyunjin whispers, “they just – I didn’t get in. I wasn’t good enough.” Sensing the sadness in his voice, you find a lump forming in your throat when you notice the way his bottom lip trembles. “Hey,” panicking, you set your boba down and sit up on your knees to wrap your arms around him, cradling his head into your chest once tears start falling, “no. Don’t ever say you’re not good enough, Hyunjin.”

“But if I did better, practiced more, than I would—"

“Stop,” you hush, combing your fingers through his hair and brushing strands away from his eyes, “I’ve never met someone who works as hard as you do. You can’t beat yourself up over this. Everything happens for a reason. You don’t know what could have happened if you got in. You could have hurt yourself eventually, or maybe met someone who’s a real asshole.”

“Yeah,” is all he says, quiet and muffled when he turns to press his forehead into your sternum, body still trembling as he lets out all his tears. You stay like that for a while, holding him against you and soothing a hand up and down his back until his sniffling falls quiet. “Listen,” you finally sigh, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him back. Your heart sinks once you take in the wet trails down his cheeks and the puffiness of his eyes. “Forget about it. Was it something for dance?”

When he nods subtly, you cup his face in your hands and swipe his cheeks with your thumbs. “You are an amazing dancer, Hyunjin. You can’t let this get to your head. And I don’t want you working your ass off more than you do already. Practice makes perfect, sure, but you need to rest. What about the idea Changbin came up with?”

“The YouTube thing?”

“Yes! Filming dance tutorials or just posting your routines is a really good idea,” you remind him, wiping your hands on your jeans once he falls back onto the grass with a gentle thud, hair flaying around him like a halo. Your limbs twitch with the urge to lie beside him, maybe throw an arm around him and rest your cheek on his chest, fingers tracing the soft features of his face, stroking through his hair and reminding him just how innately perfect he is, inside and out. You, of course, resist such a temptation, flopping down beside him and staring up at the clouds with a heavy heart.

“I could do that. Maybe,” Hyunjin huffs. Tilting your head to look at him, you find yourself knee-deep in that familiar longing feeling, pausing simply to appreciate how pretty he is in the evening sun, cheeks rosy from crying and hair begging to be touched. Shaking your head to rid such daydreams, you remind yourself how fragile his emotions are right now. Now is no time to get caught up on a fantasy. Reaching for your tea, you lean up on an elbow and redirect your gaze to the trees, the promise of winter having turned what was green burnt sienna and butterscotch, leaving trees barren and branches swaying gently in the crisp breeze that leaves you curling into yourself. “You should,” you hum, distant, mind clawing to come up with the words you want to say.

“Come here,” Hyunjin says now, voice stronger than before and when his hand wraps gently around your wrist, you can’t find it in yourself to resist. Allowing him to pull you back down beside him, you curl into his side, resting your head a safe distance away from his own and onto the curve of his arm. “Thank you for being so good to me,” he expresses. You squeeze your eyes shut when the arm you lie on wraps around your shoulders and pulls you substantially closer. “I need to tell you something.”

A long stretch of silence falls upon you and for a moment, you are unsure the words even left your mouth. What are you thinking?

“Wait! I have something first,” Hyunjin sighs, missing the way your breath hitches. “Okay,” you whisper, fiddling with one of the buttons on his shirt and focusing all your attention there.

“I just – I think… I owe you an apology,” he finally says, “I need to apologize for something that I did a while ago that I know probably hurt.” Your chest tightens. There’s a lot that has hurt you when it comes to Hyunjin, but none that he’s done purposely. None that are his fault. None that he should be apologizing for.

“I feel like we came to some mutual understanding to not mention what happened when we were freshmen, but it kills me to know that – that something happened, and we never talked about it,” Hyunjin starts, grip tightening on your shoulder and suddenly, you think you are dreaming. This cannot possibly be real. “I know it was awkward but, I also know me and Yiren dating was… ah. I don’t know.”

When he falls silent, you are unsure of what to say or do. You have no idea what the end goal of this conversation is. Hardly a minute ago, your heart and your brain decided it was time to tell him. Now, you’re not so sure you can do that until he finishes, and you are not about to give him your two cents if his reasoning for bringing it up is not the same as yours.

“I just want to apologize for not being brave enough to talk to you about it. I know I was confused, but I’m sure it was worse for you when they told you about her,” Hyunjin continues, sensing your rendered silence, “and it’s been so long since that happened, and now, you’re one of my closest friends.” Ouch.

“But I’ve been thinking,” when he picks up again, your eyes fly open in a panic. He’s been thinking. Hyunjinhas been thinking. You think you are going to pass out. “And I just feel like we… me and you, I mean—"

The standard iPhone alarm blares from beside you, promptly cutting him off and you think it is the biggest cockblock known to man. “Shit,” he hisses, leaning up to tug his phone from his pocket and in the process nudging you from your comfortable position. Sitting back up, nerves aflame and heart racing, your brows shoot up in confusion when all he does is stare at the number calling him. “What are you doing?”

“It’s the studio I was just at,” he scoffs in disbelief, barely glancing at you before looking back to his phone. You have never wanted to shrivel up and die as much as you want to right now. “Well? Aren’t you going to answer?”

Hyunjin makes a noise of acknowledgement before tapping the green icon and bringing the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

Sitting quietly beside him, you watch with a forced smile as his hummed responses and subtle nods morph into enthusiastic laughs and wide, beaming smiles. Hyunjin notices your confusion when you tilt your head, mouthing a ‘What?’ to him.

“They made a mistake,” he whispers, covering the speaker of his phone, “read off the wrong Hwang. I’m in.” When he grins excitedly at you, your response isn’t as cheerful as it could be. As it should be. “Yay!” You whisper, clapping gently but quickly turning to your boba when the other line begins speaking again. Looking away, you take a hefty sip, nearly choke on a tapioca ball, and build the walls around your heart up all over again in a matter of seconds.

“I’ve gotta go,” whispering, you manage one more pained smile before getting to your feet and wiping your butt of any possible grass stains, “good luck!” When he shines you one more breathtaking smile and waves excitedly, you hastily head in the other direction, wrapping your arms around yourself and swallowing past the lump that threatens to form the farther you walk.

It must be nice, you think, frantically wiping at your waterline. Must be nice to put yourself out there and have things work out the way you want them to. Must be nice being told you’re ‘in,’ you’re wanted, you’re desired.

It must be nice.

six.

Pick up food, you said. Ask Jisung, you said.

Your conscience is a big fat oompa loompa ass bitch. You would have never called Jisung to ask him if he wanted anything from Taco Bell if you knew he was with Changbin. And not just Changbin, you realized four minutes into your call; Seungmin and Hyunjin, too. Apparently he went over their place to record, or something, and didn’t care to let you know. Not that you’re his mom and he has too—but it would have been nice, and would have saved you from spending almost fifty dollars at Taco Bell.

“I tried calling Jisung but he didn’t answer,” you snap once Seungmin answers your call with a muffled hello. “Can one of you please come out and help me carry this in?” You glance at the five large sodas and two bags full of food in your passenger seat with a grimace. “Sure,” he agrees and you make a mental note for the umpteenth time just how much you love Seungmin, “I’ll be out in a sec.”

True to his word, you spot him making his way out of their apartment and across the small courtyard to meet you by your car not even a minute later, hauling each bag under his arms. “Thank you,” left only with the cupholder, you hurriedly lock your car and follow after him. “No problem. Thanks for being our Uber Eats,” then, pursing his lips, “how much was this?”

“Forty-seven something,” you grumble unhappily, knowing this was a big hit to your debit. “We’ll pay you back, don’t worry,” Seungmin smiles, leading you up the final flight of stairs and kicking open the ajar door.

Immediately, you’re hit with the smell.

“Dear, fucking hell,” making a face, you rub your nose to keep from sneezing, “it reeks in here. How have you guys not been kicked out yet?”

The stench of weed generally does not bother you anymore, but still—they could light a candle, or something. Seungmin shrugs, setting the bags down on the kitchen counter. “Luck, I guess.”

“IS THAT YN?” From another room, you hear Changbin shout, followed by an excited shriek from Jisung. “They’re high. Very high. You’ve been warned,” Seungmin whispers just as tweedle dee and tweedle dum themselves come flying around the corner. “YN!” Jisung grins, engulfing you in a dramatic hug. “Watch,” you hiss, regarding the blunt held between his fingers that comes dangerously close to your hair.

“Sorry,” he smiles, then, without warning, sticks the thing right between your lips. “I didn’t even offer.” Well, when life gives you lemons…

You hesitantly take the hit and blow the smoke away from him. You weren’t planning on getting high today, but here you are. “Thanks,” shaking your head as if that will clear it, you turn to Changbin and snugly wrap your arms around him. Every day you thank the heavens that he is a chill, calm high, unlike your maniac of a roommate.

“Thanks for the food,” fishing into his pockets and pulling out a crumpled ten-dollar bill, he slaps it into your palm. You only hum in reply, shoving it into your own pocket and praying you don’t lose it before you remember to put it in your wallet. “Where’s Hyunjin?” You ask, no longer caring about being slick.

“In his room,” Seungmin answers, rummaging through the bags to find what he ordered. Then, “HYUNJIN!” You jump, reaching for your soda and standing away from the other three until they have claimed whatever belongs to them. No sooner than Seungmin calls for him, you hear a door being cracked open and out comes Hyunjin.

He looks extremely disheveled. Like, just woke up from a two-month hibernation, disheveled. In the blink of an eye, however, he rakes a hand through long blonde hair and promptly sets a baseball cap backwards to keep the strands away and suddenly, he doesn’t look so disheveled anymore. You force yourself to look away, cursing the way your gut twists.

“Gimme my crunchwrap,” you say around your straw, snatching the blunt from Jisung’s fingers and moving around him to fetch your dinner. He doesn’t even protest.

He knows you need it more than he does.

“That’s a lot of food,” Hyunjin says once he has finally entered the kitchen, voice groggy and eyes puffy from sleep. Or from being high, you can’t tell. Pressing his chest to your back, he wraps one arm around you to keep you against him while the other reaches into a bag to take what’s his. Swallowing past the desert dryness of your throat, you manage a thick inhale from the blunt before tilting your head to look at him and mentally thanking the other three for taking it as their cue to head out.

“Not my fault you guys eat like animals,” you chuckle shakily, trying to ignore the firmness of his body against yours, veins prominent on the arm that holds you against him and the ripple of muscle along his abdomen noticeable even through his shirt and yours. Dear god, it is too early for this. Not even seven o’clock and you are already drooling in more places than one.

Hyunjin pouts as if it is not true. “How much do I owe you?” He asks, finally moving away to grab his drink and you can’t help your disappointment, quickly finishing the blunt before tapping it out into one of the many ashtrays. “Don’t worry about it,” you wave off, digging through their drawers for a paper plate.

“YN,” Hyunjin deadpans, regarding you with a raised brow once you come up and begin unwrapping your food. You refuse to look him in the eye. “What do I owe you?” He repeats, firmer this time and it sends a chill down your spine when it most certainly should not. Sighing, you retrieve the receipt from your pocket and count everything he got. “Thirteen.”

Humming in content, Hyunjin reaches for his wallet on the counter and pulls a ten and five out. “There,” he beams, tucking the bills into your pocket himself. Rolling your eyes, you pray he does not notice how you flush and hurry out of the kitchen to join Seungmin on the sofa.

“House Hunters?” You ask with a laugh, looking at the TV once you have settled next to him. “I told you HGTV is the best.”

Seungmin hums in agreement. “I thought it was stupid at first, but Hyunjin was watching Fixer Upper and I got addicted,” he says, nodding to the older boy doing a little dance in the kitchen as he eats one of his tacos. Your heart does somersaults at the sight. “They’re all so good,” you agree after taking a few bites of your own food, eyes trained on the television, “House Hunters is a classic, though.”

“I like the international one,” Hyunjin adds on his way over, crashing unceremoniously next to you. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Seungmin wrinkle his nose when Hyunjin sets his free hand casually on your thigh. “Shh,” he grumbles, vaguely gesturing to the screen and chewing a mouthful of food, “I wanna hear what the house has.”

One episode turns to two, which turns to three, which turns to four, and suddenly you have been watching House Hunters with Seungmin and Hyunjin for almost three hours. It definitely is the weed, always making time perpetually slower, and it did not help when Jisung and Changbin reappeared sometime during your binge with one of Felix’s bongs. Not necessarily how you intended to spend your precious Friday night, but there is no sense in complaining when you are with your buddies and Hyunjin, of course.

Taco Bell long gone, you watch with blurry eyes when Hyunjin gets up from his slumped position against you to head into the kitchen and open the freezer. This, as well as the realization that House Hunters has ended and gone to some other, not-as-cool show, brings both you and Seungmin somewhat back to reality.

“It’s almost ten,” Seungmin announces, staring dazedly at the time on his phone. You hum in acknowledgment, certainly sober enough to reply but simply too lazy to. “I think I’m going to bed. Or play something. Don’t wreck the place,” he sighs, dragging a hand down his face before standing up. “G’night, Minnie,” you smile, watching with a furrowed brow as he continues down the hall and into his room. It isn’t until you hear his door click shut does the weight of being alone with Hyunjin settle on your chest.

It’s not like you haven’t spent time alone with Hyunjin before. In fact, that usually is the way it’s been in the past three years; whether the two of you decided to do your own thing or the rest of your friends eventually left or went to bed, you are used to this feeling. Used to ignoring the butterflies in your gut when he does something particularly cute and used to tampering down the mental images you conjure up knowing it’s just you and him.

But that doesn’t make things any easier. No matter how hard you try, you simply can’t help but feel this way around Hyunjin, especially when you’re alone. That’s just the way the cookie crumbles.

“Whatcha wanna watch?” Hyunjin asks around one last spoonful of ice cream before setting the pint back into the freezer. “Uhh…” You drone, blinking heavily at the TV and back to him as he makes his way back over. “I dunno, I’m sure you’ve been watching some drama. You can put that on.”

“You sure?” He asks with a raised brow, collapsing next to you and slumping dramatically halfway down the cushions. “Yes,” laughing, you find yourself reaching out to tuck messy strands of hair back behind his ear without hesitation, “also, why are you wearing a hat inside?”

Hyunjin pauses, straining to look up as if he will be able to see the back of his cap against his forehead. “I’m wearing a hat?”

“Yes, you idiot,” in comes the endless weed giggles and you find yourself unable to stop laughing, watching with teary eyes as he sits up and takes his hat off. “I don’t remember putting this on,” he chuckles airily, flipping the cap back and forth in his hands before tossing it onto the coffee table. “Should I cut it?”

“No!” You shout a little too quickly and a little too loudly. Shrinking against the arm of the couch, you ignore his amused smile and look to his long hair, freshly bleached strands falling down to his neck and shorter pieces brushing against his cheeks. Fuck, it should be illegal to look this good. “I like it long. It really suits you.”

“It’s annoying,” Hyunjin grins despite his complaint, lifting his legs onto the couch and flopping onto his side, head now resting on your lap. “I don’t know what to do with it.”

Now that he’s offered playing with his hair on a silver platter, you don’t hesitate combing your fingers through it, tugging out pieces stuck under his head and brushing it out completely. “You could pull the sides back,” you hum distantly, separating a section of hair near his temple to pull back, “or make a bun with what you can. You just have to play around with it.”

Humming in agreement, Hyunjin resituates himself after reaching for the remote and switching to Netflix. When you go back to simply raking your fingers from root to tip in irregular directions, you don’t miss the way his eyelids flutter at the motion and make sure to pay extra attention to his scalp. When this turned into a head massage, you’re not entirely sure.

The drama Hyunjin puts on is unbearable. You stopped paying attention a while ago, focusing more on him and how he seems to enjoy it, fingers busy braiding random sections of hair, taking them out, and then braiding them again. With two finally done the way you want them to, you are midway through the third when your fingers begin to cramp up.

“Why’d you stop?” Hyunjin asks seconds after you drop the braid and stretch your fingers out. “Fingers are cramping,” chuckling at the disappointed pout of his lips, you crack what knuckles you can before going back and undoing the unfinished braid. “Oh,” he mutters, cheek still pressed against your leg, “feels good.”

Humming in response, you ignore the way his words make your heart swell and begin gathering all his hair into a ponytail, pressing the braids to lay flat and finally tying it with a hair tie once you have combed up all that you can. Immediately, his bangs and hairs closer to the nape of his neck fall out, leaving the ponytail spikey and messy. At least the braids look good. You can’t help but giggle.

“What?” Hyunjin asks, pausing his show and leaning up. “What’d you do?”

“Go see for yourself,” pointing to the bathroom, you comb out a looped piece of hair before he stands to do just that. His ponytail bobs the entire walk there.

When he reaches the door and flips the light on, you watch from your position as he checks himself out, brushing away his bangs and flicking the pony. You frown when he accidentally yanks at a braid.

“Come here,” you say, sitting up, “you messed up the braid.”

“Honestly,” Hyunjin considers his reflection one last time before skipping his way over, “it doesn’t look half bad.” Expecting him to sit back next to you, your pulse quickens when he anchors a hand to the armrest and leans in front you, only inches away from your face. “No, definitely,” you say once you have gotten over the shock of him being so close so suddenly, “I like it in the ponytail. You’d really impress the girls if you braided your hair yourself.” Reaching up to tuck hair back into the braid and press it down flat once more, you don’t miss the way his brows draw together and lips twitch down. “What?”

Time ceases to exist as Hyunjin begins to come closer. In reality, you know it simply is a matter of seconds, but all of space and time seems to still once he leans forward. It feels as if an eternity goes by, allowing you to count each individual eyelash, memorize the details of his skin, take note of the smoothed lines on his plump lips. The way time slows is cruel; it allows panic to set in, the realization that he most certainly is looming over you with his eyes on your lips sending a spark of excitement and anxiety through your veins.

And then, just as this realization and this panic has set your nerves aflame, a gentle hand comes to cradle your jaw before Hyunjin’s lips press against yours.

It is so easy to surrender to the taste and touch of him. Instantly, an eruption of emotions and thoughts spiraling out of control fills you, yet your brain focuses only on Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin. This is not the first time you have kissed him, nor the first time simply having him so close, but the feeling that radiates from your heart outward is unlike anything you have felt before. This is uncalled for. This is not like two years ago. You were not expecting this.

Hyunjin sighs into the kiss when you lean up to loop your arms around his neck. No sooner have you done this, he breaks away to sit beside you once more, hands reaching for your waist and guiding you to sit over his lap.

You could kiss him all day, you think, palms lying flat by his collarbones before fisting the material of his shirt when his tongue prods at the seam of your lips. Blood seemingly coming to a boil and nerves sparking dangerously, you find yourself quickly sobering up as the minutes tick by, completely and utterly addicted to him and this feeling, this feeling you have craved but never crossed the line for. And now, it’s yours to keep.

Forgetting the braids, you seize the opportunity to rake your fingers through his hair. Different, than how you did earlier. Desperate. Combing it away from his face once, twice, swallowing his groans when you tug at the roots, you realize with a whine that his hands have left your face in favor of dragging down your sides, circling back to squeeze at your breasts, rubbing at your thighs and finally sliding back to your ass, situating you more comfortably on his thighs.

When Hyunjin finally breaks the kiss to journey elsewhere, littering chaste kisses across your jaw, below your ear, down your neck, the weight of your actions finally hits you. It is overwhelming, the way you come spiraling back to reality, and you are not sure if the quiet moan that leaves you is due to the press of something else against your thigh or simply the realization that you are making out with Hyunjin.

You have to stop before you get hurt again.

“Hyunjin,” you gasp, shuddering when his soft lips brush against your jaw, “wait. We need to talk.”

He pauses at this, fingers digging into your sides and you feel his frown against your neck. “What’s there to talk about?” He murmurs, arms sliding around you and tugging you closer, prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck and hug him close and pretend like his boner isn’t digging into you.

It’s your turn to frown. “About us,” whispering, you lift one hand to stroke through his hair, “we need to talk about us.”

“I thought my feelings were very clear,” Hyunjin scoffs, all tenderness in his voice gone. Instinctively, you lean back, blinking at him in surprise. “Unless this is just another one of your games? Does this not mean anything to you, YN? I don’t think I could stomach you running off to Changbin or fucking Chan again.”

His words pierce your heart before you have even fully processed them, hurt flashing across your features and your body goes numb. “What?” Is all you can manage, scrambling to get away from him, chest heaving and eyes suddenly burning with the brine of tears. “What are you talking about, Hyunjin?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” He shouts. You flinch, not from the way he raises his voice, but from the genuine sadness in his eyes. “The past three years have been a constant battle with you. We’re best friends, for fucks sake, I figured out a long time ago that you have feelings for me. Feelings more than best friends. Yet every fucking time we started moving in the right direction, you turned your back on me.”

You can do nothing but stand there and let the tears fall. All the words and bottled emotions you wish to say are right there on the tip of your tongue, but you simply cannot bring yourself to voice them. Not when he’s right. Not when you have turned your back on him time and time again.

And then, he hisses more to himself than you, “Is this just sloppy seconds? You never once thought about my feelings in all of this?”

The anger brewing within you suddenly bursts from the dam and hisses through your body like deadly poison. “Sloppy seconds?” You snarl, fists clenching. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Your feelings? You just said you know how I feel about you, so why didn’t you ever do anything about it? How was I supposed to know you felt the same?”

“I thought it was pretty fucking obvious,” Hyunjin spits back, gaze narrowing, “didn’t think I had to spell out the fact that I like you, YN. You’re a smart girl.”

“Do not treat me like a child,” clenching your jaw, you have to look away for a moment, pacing one, two, three steps, hands raking through your hair and wiping away the stream of tears from your cheeks. You have never been filled with such rage. Having finally reached its boiling point, it now consumes you whole, sweeping off in waves and destroying all boundaries. “Confessing is not an easy thing, as you apparentlyknow, so don’t make me seem like the only idiot here. But maybe I was wrong about you if you think of me as just sloppy seconds.”

“I never said that!” Hyunjin barks, standing up to grasp your wrist when you turn away to grab your keys. “Don’t put words in my mouth! I would never, never think of you that way. I just don’t understand why you never spoke up after all this time. I’ve been dying, YN, you have no clue how badly I have been—”

“Oh, believe me, I know,” you snap, yanking your arm away from him, “I told you, Hyunjin. Telling someone you love them isn’t as easy as learning to ride a bike. You’re right, I have turned my back on you. But not intentionally. I’ve been scared, I’m a pussy, whatever.” Biting your top lip as if it will stop the tears that continue to fall freely, you avoid looking at him and glance back to find not only Seungmin, but Jisung and Changbin, too, peeking out from their doors with eyes blown wide with shock. Once you have noticed them, however, they panic and scramble to get out of sight.

Sighing shakily, you look back to Hyunjin and cannot ignore the way your heart sinks at the sight of him. Even upset, he is beautiful. You wonder how much you will see him after this.

“You don’t have to tell me you like me back to make me feel better, Hyunjin,” bouncing on your heels, you suddenly feel exhausted, body and soul heavy with the words you not only spoke, but heard, too. “We can figure this out another day, but for now, I need to go home. I’ll see you.”

Turning away once more, you do not make it very close to the front door before he stops you once more. “Wait, YN,” Hyunjin huffs, smiling softly when he reaches for your hand and you do not pull away. Running his tongue over his lip, he seems to hesitate for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts.

“Did you mean it when you said you love me?”

⇢ epilogue

[ggukkiedae]

Hiii!🤍✨

Can I request a Jisung and Hannah fluff?🥺

Maybe about how he still can’t perform with them? Anything is fine, I just need Jisung stuff right now🙃

hi hun 🥰 sorry this took a while aksjdhfh but here you gooooo :3 idk if this is fluff, the concept of genres has flown out the window 🤧 but i hope you enjoy! (still working on other requests rn ✊🏻)

Hannah crept into the Dream dorm and headed straight for Renjun and Jisung’s room. She walked in without a warning and hopped onto Jisung’s bed.

“Injun, I left cookies on the living room table,” she told the older.

“If you wanted the room to you and Jisung, you could have just said,” Renjun laughed, “but thanks for the cookies.”

“Save some for the others,” she called out as he left the room.

Hannah laughed when she didn’t hear a response. She looked down at the boy who automatically had wrapped his arms around her waist, hiding his face in her back. She ruffled his hair and adjusted him so his head was on her lap.

“You good, Sungie?”

He only hummed in response. She dropped her hand to run through his hair. She could feel him relax.

“How was Work It practice?” he asked her.

“It was fine,” she laughed. “We finished learning the whole choreo today, and Hendery oppa and Jungwoo oppa found put how compatible they are with their freestyling.”

She chuckled at the image of Jungwoo and Hendery with their hands in the air, shimmying while squatting. Jisung sat up and leaned his head on her shoulder instead. He kept her in a tight hug, burying his face into her shirt.

“I want to dance,” he mumbled, “but my stupid knee won’t let me.”

“Jisung, you know it’s for your own good,” she reminded him. “If it gets any worse than it is now, you might not be able to dance at all in the future.”

Jisung groaned and glared at his knee. Hannah noticed and reached over to place a hand on it.

“I just hate that I can’t promote for this era properly,” he sighed. “It’s bad enough we don’t get to see czennies in real life. I can’t even go on stage properly.”

She sighed and wrapped her arms around him. Somehow, his tall figure seemed a lot smaller than he really was. She knew he had been upset about this since the injury first happened, but he never showed the members how frustrated he really was.

Jisung really didn’t want to show that side of him to his members, but this was his noona. She always did her best to make him feel better or comfort him even if he didn’t tell her anything. He knew he could be vulnerable with her.

His throat welled up, and his eyesight got a little blurry. Upon hearing his sniffle, she looked down. She had him lift his head for her. She wiped under his eyes, trying to get his frustrated tears to go away.

“It’ll be alright,” she told reassured him. “This will take a while, and you’ll feel like this for a little longer, but this will help you. You’ll be back stronger than ever, and you’ll be out-dancing us all again in no time.”

Jisung snorted while hugging her once again. She laughed and rubbed his back reassuringly.

“Let’s go out there and get some cookies before your hyungs finish them all,” she said while pulling him out of bed. “I’m pretty sure Chenle’s here, and so is Duckie.”

[peaches-writes]

how to appease your asian aunties ch. 2 - new year

description: in the immortal words of blood-related aunts and aunts you’re not even related to but forced to call your aunt at reunion parties, “do you have a boyfriend?”  member: jisung / han  genre: fluff, fake dating au, implied rich kids au, eventual childhood / best friends to lovers au, college au, implied fem reader (but i still used they/them pronouns) word count: 7.8k  chapter warning: food, drinking, explicit language note: this isn’t sponsored by mumuso i just miss mumuso + this is the part heavily insp by the meme!!!! lowkey my fave thing on the internet rn + what do u think should happen on the third part lmao

ch. 1 // ch. 3 // series masterlist

Though your mom always tells you that all of her sorority batchmates are her closest friends, you’ve observed over the years that there are particular people in such group who are simply a little extra special in her heart. No one can genuinely call each and every one of their friends as their best friends, after all. For different reasons, some people just weigh a little more than the rest in one’s heart. 

It’s like how you would differentiate Jisung and Ryujin as your best friends; the former is your annoying childhood best friend while the latter is your college support best friend. 

You’ve come to this conclusion through the ‘auntie activities’ as you would call it that your mom would participate in without fault with certain people. Said activities are usually one on one and with the purpose of either gossiping about one of their friends’ family life like when your mom and Mrs. Hwang would have your families go on a Saturday brunch once a month or discussing how their respective businesses are going like when your mom and Mrs. Kim would meet up either at either of your family’s nearest restaurant or bakery. 

For your mom and Mrs. Han, their unique ‘auntie activity’ together is going to the mall together.

Of course, they still go on individual trips on regular shopping days but mall sales are specifically reserved for a joint trip. For some ten years or so now, they’ve never gone to a sale without the other and although that’s a genuine friendship goal in your book, you’re always on the suffering end of these trips, possibly even more than their black cards, because Jisung and his older brother usually bail on you to help carry the shopping bags. 

Fortunately this year, however, as you (and you later find out, his dad as well) had made him promise last year, Jisung joins you on your respective moms’ first shopping spree together on the day after the New Year. It’s especially fortunate because it’s right after the first holiday of the year and as usual, your mom and Mrs. Han have an endless list to go through for the entire day. 

“I’m telling you, we’re going to go through all the shops in the mall.” You exaggerate to him for the second time as the two of you walk behind your mom and his, your hands unclasped now that they’re not looking in favor of simply walking next to each other with your hands in your respective coat pockets. “The New Year’s Sale is no joke.”

After years of Jisung often running away from shopping duty, you feel like you have ten years worth of exaggerating this whole trip to taunt him. 

But Jisung shakes his head, still unconvinced, “Nah, you’re messing with me, my mom doesn’t bring home that much bags after this.” 

“But you were in Malaysia for a year,” You counter. “so your opinion’s quite outdated to a degree.”

Walking a little faster now that a crowd has formed in the large distance between you and your moms, Jisung walks closer and links his arms to yours. It’s not a show for other people this time; rather, it’s his natural response to being in crowds and public spaces, so you naturally pull him closer to your side in response which he sends you a genuinely grateful smile for.

“I still don’t think we’re going to have that much of a hard time.” He repeats unfazed, leaning down next to your ear so you can hear him clearly against the loud chatter of the people around you. When he almost trips from not looking ahead, you catch him with a chuckle. “Anyway, yeah, that!”

You only shake your head at him at him, prompting him to walk faster with you now as you see your moms walking in a shop ahead of you. “Tell that to me again when we end up in a furniture shop later.”

If your exaggerations weren’t enough a while ago to convince him, your nonchalant comment quickly made up for it as you see him looking at you in disbelief from the corner of your eye. “Seriously?” He asks after a moment, blinking twice and slowly.

But you only pull him in the same retail store you find your mom and his in, dragging him to the empty seats and making him sit. “We’ll see later.” You smile tauntingly at him this time before joining your moms to do some shopping yourself. Turning around before you disappear into a nearby clothes rack, you manage a wink at Jisung and conclude, “I hope you worked out well while in Malaysia, Sung.” 

Your lunch ends up getting pushed back to some time around 3:30 PM fourteen shops later, much to Jisung’s displeasure as he hauls his mom’s shopping bags inside the mall’s branch of your family’s restaurant chain with difficulty. You carry your own mom’s shopping bags which are relatively the same in amount and weight as well but without any complains, showing the clear difference between you and your best friend who’s only done this for a total amount of twenty sporadic times in the span of ten years. 

“Sungie, put them under the table not on the chair!” Mrs. Han scolds her son when she notices some of her shopping bags on your table’s extra chair to Jisung’s left. She sits across him and next to your mom on the rectangular table while you sit on Jisung’s right, receiving the menus for the whole table when a waiter approaches. 

With a pout, Jisung quietly obliges, pushing his chair back and transferring all the shopping bags under the table (where your mom’s shopping bags have already been placed) and pushing them to the glass pane so they’re out of everyone’s way. Though this makes you chuckle, you pass the menus in your hands to your mom anyway and proceed to help Jisung, briefly seating yourself on the now empty chair and helping him arrange the bags so they don’t mix. 

“Are you still good, baby?” You tease Jisung with a nudge as you finish your task, moving back to your original seat after. Your mom then hands you a menu for you and Jisung to share, having slyly returned the fourth menu book while you had your attention elsewhere. 

“Please tell me we’re not going to more shops after this.” Jisung pleads, taking the other end of the menu and holding it up to your faces, obstructing your respective moms’ views of the two of you. You’re forced to hold up your end of the menu because of this, beating him to turning the pages in return. “My arms are going to fall off.” 

You glance over to his now exposed arms, teasingly much like he did checking you out last Christmas. As long-time best friends do, you briefly relish in the fact that it’s your turn teasing him now. “They look fine.” You half-shrug nonchalantly, chuckling when he doesn’t stop whining in protest. “Anyway, I think my mom’s too tired to go to another shop already. Surprisingly, that might just be all for today.”

“I’m so tired, I don’t think I can even walk back to the parking lot.” Jisung leans back in the soft cushions lining his wooden chair with a sigh, skimming through the menu while you patiently have your hand bookmarked to the next page. “Can I order the entire menu?” 

“Only if you pay, of course.” You answer, flipping to the next page when you’ve sensed that he’s finished. 

“What should I get?” Jisung hums next to you, scooting his chair closer now and leaning his head on your shoulder when his hand holding the menu starts cramping and he’s forced to set his half of the menu down on the table. “After buying fries with you a while back, I don’t think I’m in the mood for anything savory right now.” 

You push him away with a finger to his forehead until your mom looks pointedly at you, making Jisung chuckle on your shoulder after as he puts your hand down. Sighing, you suggest, “Our pastry chef that you like so much, Chef Moon, relocated here from the branch on our subdivision, so—how about blueberry cheesecake?” 

“Ah, okay.” Tilting your head to him, you see him nod with a smile before lifting his head up from your shoulder and leaning over the table to tell his mom that he’ll get cheesecake and iced Americano, not passing up an opportunity to eat a slice of your family business’ infamous cheesecake recipe. With your shoulder now free once again, you flip to a few more pages before telling your own order to your mom, settling on ordering Cola and pizza good for two in case Jisung changes his mind. 

“You’re not ordering dessert, Y/N?” Your mom asks curiously when the waiter approaches for the second time, pen and paper in hand this time to take your orders. 

You shake your head but Jisung contradicts you by saying, “We’ll just share.” which only makes your mom and Mrs. Han giggle. 

“Okay!” Your mom grins at Jisung before turning to the waiter and reciting back everyone’s orders. She specifically makes sure to request having Jisung’s cheesecake plate to have two slices instead of one, winking up at the waiter. 

Hearing that, Jisung initiates playing footsies under the table and you purposely step on his favorite black boots in response. “You’re getting one less pizza slice because of that.” You scold at him, briefly placing a hand on his knee after to stop his leg from moving. 

“Then you get only half of the second cheesecake slice.” He shoots back, nudging your thigh with his knee before stopping completely. “Come on, I’m trying to get on your mom’s good graces here.” 

“It’s not like you haven’t been this entire time.” You mumble under your breath as the waiter finishes taking your orders and leaves. 

It’s a relatively known fact that best friend or fake boyfriend, Jisung is your mom’s favorite friend of yours. You don’t want to admit it in front of his face but he really has that kind of aura as he’s always claimed—the one moms like for their children. 

“I know but we’re ‘dating’ now so I need to earn extra points here and there.” He points out cheekily, grinning wider when he catches his mom trying to eavesdrop on the two of you while pretending to browse through your mom’s phone with her. “You don’t have to do the same for my mom, though, she actually likes you better than me.” 

The last comment makes you sigh in relief and relax in your seat.  

After a moment, the waiter then briefly returns for the second time and serves glasses of water to your whole table this time, informing your mom after that Chef Moon in the kitchen has approved of her special request regarding Jisung’s cheesecake. 

“Your order will be served in 15 to 20 minutes.” The waiter concludes, eyes darting between your mom and Mrs Han. “Would that be okay, Mrs. Y/L/N?”

“Yes, definitely.” Your mom smiles, the waiter bowing respectfully before leaving.

Once the waiter is out of earshot, your mom and Mrs. Han turn to you and Jisung across the table with an all-too familiar look on their faces—the same look they gave Chan and Miyoung the first time they attended the Christmas reunion party together which is definitely not good. 

Now that there’s no menu acting as a shield between the four on you on the table, you mentally prepare yourself for the next natural topic that would follow: questions on ‘who confessed?’, ‘what do you like about each other?’, and some invasive and probably even NSFW questions you’re not sure if you can handle hearing firsthand from your mom in front of Jisung right now.

You seriously hope you don’t tackle the last part.

“So, Jisung, Y/N.” Your mom starts, clasping her hands on top of the table intimidatingly. “You two have been seeing each other for a month now, right?”

You cough awkwardly, as if signalling Jisung to follow along, “Almost a month now, I think.”

Next to you, Jisung hurriedly nods in agreement, “We just started going out a week before I came home.”

Mrs. Han hums in thought, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she alternates glancing between you and Jisung. Eventually, she lands her eyes last to her son, asking, “Sungie, dear, you know your mom really gets confused about these kinds of modern things, right? And Mrs. Y/L/N too! Can you tell us again how the you two actually started dating in long-distance? It just baffles us, really!”

Now, it’s Jisung’s turn to cough and shuffle in his seat awkwardly. “Oh, um...” His arm behind your chair naturally falls on your shoulder as he sits up, his hands squeezing your shoulder nervously once that convinces you to refrain from swatting his hand away. “You know, texts and calls. We FaceTimed a lot like what you, me, and dad used to do after my classes.”

“And you confessed first?” Your mom asks next, an endearing smile on her face as she to the table in anticipation.

“N—“ Jisung stammers before you nudge his leg, making him change his answer, “Y-Yeah! It just...it just happened, like that, Mrs. Y/L/N.”

You purse your lips nervously, glancing to Jisung as you do so. Luckily, your worries quickly fade when, instead of asking you for more specifics, your mom only gushes to Mrs. Han, “Time’s really changing a lot, don’t you think, Mrs. Han? In our days, men would court women and everything!”

You relax under Jisung’s touch and he instinctively rubs circles on your shoulder blades, sighing in relief.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Han twists her body to the side so she’s facing your mom more now, “I know right, sis! We used to have pagers and send letters and go to payphones in our time too! The only time you’d see your date would be when you go on actual dates!”

“Right, dates!” Your mom exclaims, turning to you and Jisung. “I’m sure you guys haven’t gone on a physical date yet since we went to Japan for Christmas, right?”

You nod slowly, carefully processing this entire conversation. “Well, yeah, but we’re not—we’re just taking things slow now.” You clarify sheepishly, cringing internally at referring to you and Jisung as a couple. “We did start this—dating, I mean!—while...apart, so—“

“—Oh, but you should go on dates soon!” Your mom interjects, waving her hand frantically in the air now. Mrs. Han nods along. “Call me and Jisung’s mom old-fashioned but quality time is very important, especially with you kids always dependent on talking through your phones and gadgets now! What if you liked going on dates through your phones but you don’t enjoy each other’s company? That’d be really troublesome!”

“And besides, you only have a few weeks of classes before you get another break, that’s a lot of time to actually date!” Mrs. Han adds. “You two can hang out at one of our hotels or here on your restaurants.”

Though the offer is tempting (the Han family’s hotels do have great facilities), Jisung grins bashfully and declines the offer. “It’s fine, mom. Y/N and I are chill, seriously. We see each other at campus, anyway.” He assures. 

“He drives me home too,” You add, just to be a little helpful. “you know, pre-Malaysia.” 

Jisung nods at this, making sure to discreetly send a grateful smile your way. 

“Think about it, anyway.” Mrs. Han insists, just as you see the waiter from a distance approaching with two trays of your meals. “Dating in college is really the sweetest time but if you two ever get bored of snacking at kiosks and going to the smaller cafes, just call me or Mrs. Y/L/N and we can definitely make arrangements anywhere!”

You then see your mom’s eyes widen before you can even speak, turning to Mrs. Han and asking, “Right, Mrs. Han, don’t you have a new hotel in Jeju?” which makes you choke on your spit and Jisung to sit up straighter in his seat, his free hand going up to his neck awkwardly. “That would be a cute Spring break getaway, don’t you think?”

“Right, right!” Mrs. Han agrees enthusiastically, momentarily stopping when the waiter now arrives and arranges your meals on the table. “We just opened last summer and our Sungie hasn’t been there yet.”

“That’s perfect!” Your mom clasps her hands again in satisfaction. “My husband and I haven’t been there yet too but sending Y/N in for us for a Spring break trip sounds good to me!”

“Oh my God, mom.” You place a hand to your forehead in embarrassment, begrudgingly sliding yours and Jisung’s plates towards you with your free hand Next to you, Jisung dramatically whines to his mom about how embarrassing she’s making him feel.

The two of you unconsciously agree that your respective moms are being a little too much.

“Ay, what are you two being so dramatic about?” Mrs. Han dismisses with a laugh. “Your grandparents were the same when your mom and I were dating other people in college, too. We’re just a little excited like them!”

“Yes, plus, Jisung’s the first guy you’ve dated that you’ve introduced to me and your dad!” Your mom points out.

“It’s not like I’ve seriously dated anyone else.” You grumble, making Jisung chuckle. You then smack his arm, now back to his side as he digs in his cheesecake, in response.

“Still, Mrs. Han and I are just more than happy that it’s the two of you dating.” Your mom concludes as she prepares to eat. “You two are just so adorable!”

“Very, very adorable.” Mrs. Han emphasizes before taking a bite of her own meal. “Now, let’s eat before the food gets cold!”

You sigh, carefully dividing the pizza slices for you and Jisung. “Thank you for the food.” Next to you, Jisung cuts you a spoonful of cheesecake, holding it up to your lips and mumbling, “Take this one. Congrats on surviving your first interrogation, I guess.”

You can’t help but chuckle, relaxing your shoulders. This time, you let him feed you cheesecake.

Your half a day spent walking around the mall and shopping mostly for clothes finally catches up to your mom and Mrs. Han towards the end of your meal, enough to keep them seated longer than usual but not enough to stop them from talking. Checking the time on your phone, you see that it’s almost 5 PM but neither your mom nor Mrs. Han make any initiative to part ways and call it a day, endlessly chatting along across from you about the most trivial of things you’re quite sure they’ve talked about at least three times this whole break already. 

It doesn’t bother you nor Jisung, of course (him especially since he immediately leaned all of his body weight onto you and took a quick nap after eating), but from what you can remember, your parents have scheduled the yearly New Year’s company party at home for later at 7 PM. 

“Mom,” You call for your mom’s attention after a while, your Twitter and Instagram feeds getting boring now after almost twenty minutes of mindless scrolling. Next to you, Jisung has long awakened from his nap and has settled to passing the time on his phone as well, albeit spamming a groupchat that seems to have Seungmin and Hyunjin in it. “Sorry, but, um, it’s almost five. I told the helpers that we’d be home by 6:30 to help prepare for the party later.” 

Your mom and Mrs. Han briefly exchange knowing looks to each other before your mom turns to you again and smiles, “Oh, of course, dear, we won’t take long now. I already texted the driver too.” 

“Oh,” You muse in relief, leaning back in your seat. “okay, then.” 

Jisung, having closed his phone now, then turns to you and suggests, “How about we walk outside?” 

You immediately turn to him, “Hm?” 

He pouts, frowning. “Let’s take a walk, it’s getting boring sitting around.”

Your mom, upon hearing this, quickly backs Jisung up, “You two can walk around for now, we’ll just be here. You spent most of the day following us, anyway.”

You look back across the table to your mom as you remove your coat from behind you on the chair and gather your pouch from the hooks under the table, “Are you sure?”

She nods reassuringly, shooing you with her free hand, “Yes, go! I’ll text you when the driver gets here.”

Jisung stands up after you, taking his own coat from his chair then joining you in bidding your mom and his own goodbye. With that, the two of you then head to the exit, reemerging into the mall’s main corridors whose crowd has reduced significantly now.

“Okay, so, where do you want to go?” You ask as the two of you put on your coats and randomly agree on turning right. You offer your arm in between the two of you as you walk, out of concern for him just like when you were walking a while back, and he links his arms with yours in response, pulling you closer as you walk.

You look up to him after to see him quickly scanning the shops ahead of you, head turning around in different directions until they land back to you. “I don’t really have any shop in mind.” He shrugs. “You?”

You shrug back, concluding, “Let’s just walk around?” which he nods in agreement to.

With that, the two of you then walk mindlessly with the flow of the crowd, occasionally stopping by a couple of windows to look at displays of products you don’t actually need right now. Jisung stands close to you the entire time as he always naturally does whenever the two of you are together but without much pressure of your moms looking this time and you let him without teasing or complains, leading the two of you and navigating around the mall.

Eventually, you reach a branch of Mumuso on the rightmost end of the main building’s second floor, deciding on entering the shop when you spot a hamster stuff toy inside.

“I don’t look like that!” Jisung puffs his cheeks out as you pull him inside by the wrist, the gesture completely unhelpful to his case when you glance back at him from your shoulder and laugh which only makes him groan. “You’re so mean!”

“But you do!” You insist, carefully weaving in through the aisles, display shelves, and other people until you reach the other side of the glass pane you were observing the stuff toys from a while ago. Picking up a hamster stuff toy and holding it up to his pouting face, you chuckle, “Look, hamster one and hamster two!”

He gently swats the stuffed toy away, whining, “Y/N!”

“What?” You whine back teasingly, hugging the stuff toy to your chest. “It really looks like you! So cute.”

“I thought we agreed before that quokkas are better?” He points out before attempting to return the stuffed toy back on the shelves but to no avail.

“But they don’t sell quokka stuffed toys, not even Tickles sells those.” You pout teasingly this time, twisting your upper body away so the hamster’s out of Jisung’s reach. When he easily gives up trying to steal the hamster from you, you then then to the shelves behind you. “Anyway, what should we get with this little guy?”

Behind you, Jisung’s eyes widen and his mouth falls slightly agape, “You’re seriously buying?”

Glancing back to him again as he follows you scanning the shelves, you reply, “Mom and auntie let us walk around the mall before we go—they never do that, even when you’d tag along before, remember? I’m sure they’re expecting us to buy something.”

“I doubt it.” He dismisses, humoring you by picking up a stuff bear anyway. “Besides, stuff toys are too expensive when you can get quality hugs from me.”

You scoff, gently shoving him away when he takes a step forward to you and holds the stuff bear in front of his face. This only makes the two of you laugh, holding your respective stuff toys in front of your laughing faces.

“But it’s on sale.” You point out when you catch your breath, showing him the tags on the toys you picked up. “Buy 1 take 1.” 

Jisung hums in thought, squishing the bear in his hands before sighing in defeat, “Okay, fine—but you buy and I take.”

You scowl up at him but he only holds the bear up to his face in an attempt to look cute. “What?” He continues with a smug smile. “You suggested we buy stuff toys, so stop scowling, ugly.” 

You groan, frowning down at your hamster stuff toy that seems to plead you with its beady eyes. “Okay, okay.” You surrender quite easily, hugging the stuff toy again much to Jisung’s amusement, the toys undeniably too cute to pass up. 

Jisung grins happily, grabbing hold of your wrist this time and leading you to check out, “Let’s go, then, before you change your mind!” 

You roll your eyes but let him pull you along behind him, anyway, taking you to the fairly long line of customers at check-out. 

“We’ll be back in your restaurant just in time.” Jisung assures, taking your plush hamster courteously. “Here, let me take that.” 

“Thanks.” You smile appreciatively, replacing the plush toy with your phone now as the two of you wait. 

A few people behind you, you initially fail to notice Mrs. Park on the adjacent check-out’s lane with her two daughters and one of her nephews, , immediately recognizing you and Jisung. Having missed the opportunity to talk to the two of you during the reunion party, she approaches the two of you, calling your names just as you and Jisung conclude your last conversation, “Jisung! Y/N! Hello!” 

You instinctively freeze while Jisung turns around curiously, eyes widening at seeing Mrs. Park. “Mrs. Park! Hi!” He greets with an equally awkward bow to her, turning you to face your mom’s best friend in setting you up on blind dates after when he sees how tense you’ve become. Looking behind her shoulders, he catches Mrs. Park’s three companions and waves politely at them. “Happy New Year!” 

Mrs. Park smiles sweetly, “Happy New Year to the two of you too!” She then adjusts her shawl on her shoulders, gesturing over to her daughters and nephew, especially to Jaemin who waves at you with a warm smile. “Soyeon, Soojung, Jaemin, and I were just finished shopping around as well when I saw you so I thought I’d come and say hi. How are you two?” 

“We’re, uh, we’re good!” Jisung grins, showing her your plush toys. “We were just shopping too.” 

“Was I interrupting a date here?” She asks curiously, dramatically gesturing to you and Jisung. “Are your moms around? Mrs. Han? Mrs. Y/L/N?” 

“T-They’re at our restaurant.” You stammer out this time, eyes glancing over to Jaemin just a few feet away. He doesn’t look back at you, having gone back to scrolling through his phone, but your eyes unconsciously drift over to him while Mrs. Park’s not looking, anyway, suddenly feeling awkward. “We’re leaving after this, actually for my parents’ company dinner.” 

After bumping into your mom, Mrs. Han, and Mrs. Hwang together at the reunion party, your next natural fear is seeing Mrs. Park and your most recent almost blind date from last year, her nephew Jaemin—though he’s the only nice one among everyone who’s been set up with you, you eventually ended up evading him and his offer of free movie tickets to any movie house in Seoul until his aunt stopped asking you for updates because you just didn’t feel like seeing him romantically. 

You didn’t think it’d be this soon, especially since Jisung practically missed this entire mini drama in person last year, only hearing a few mentions of it in your personal chat.  

Meanwhile, Mrs. Park’s eyes widen at your previous statement, moving along with you when your line moves forward. “Really? We had lunch there at 11! Pity we didn’t bump into you.” She gestures a lot with her hands and sighs before glancing over her shoulder to her children and Jaemin. “Anyway, you should say hello to Jaemin. He’s been asking about you and he couldn’t believe that you and Jisung are dating!” 

“Oh, um,” Your eyes glance back and forth between Mrs. Park and Jisung now, the latter looking back at you with a raised eyebrow in clear confusion. “It’s okay, we’re—”

But, as if your last comment flew past Mrs. Park, she hurriedly gestures for Jaemin to approach you. With her back momentarily turned to you, Jisung shakes your upper arm once and asks, “Hey, didn’t you message me before that—”

“Yeah, Jaemin was Mrs. Park’s last blind date offer.” Simultaneously, you hurriedly explain to him just before Mrs. Park returns her gaze to you once again and Jaemin joins your group, waving hello to you and Jisung. “Hi, J-Jaemin!” 

Next to you, realization dawns on Jisung and he slowly mimics your greeting, “Hi...Jaemin, long time no see, bro.” 

“Hey, how are you?” Jaemin asks with a small smile, more to you than Jisung whose offer for a high-five he unintentionally misses. “Y/N, you stopped messaging me last summer before we could go on that movie; then the next thing I hear you’re dating Han Jisung!” 

You smile back, equally as awkward as Jisung putting his free hand back to his side. “I got really busy last summer working at one of our restaurants so I couldn’t take you up on that movie offer.” You explain, chuckling along when Mrs. Park laughs. “Jisung and I just started dating last month, though, so it’s not because of him.” 

“Oh,” Jaemin muses, finally acknowledging Jisung after by turning to him. “Weren’t you in Malaysia the entirety of last year though, Jisung?” 

This time, it’s Jisung nodding. “Yeah but we started dating long distance.” He explains almost proudly, slinging an arm over your shoulder now. 

You feel Jisung’s grip on your shoulder blades too tightly, making you nudge him with the same shoulder once for him to loosen up a bit but he doesn’t hold his guard down one bit. 

In front of you, Jaemin nods, completely oblivious to the way he’s making Jisung react. “Yeah, so I’ve heard! Anyway, congrats to you two, you both look cute together!” He grins in genuine happiness while Mrs. Park nods along, making you sigh in relief and Jisung to finally loosen up next to you. “Jisung, my movie tickets offer to Y/N still stands but you can totally use it together now, it’s cool.” 

“Thank you but—” You begin to kindly reject until Jisung butts in. 

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind!” Your best friend beams back with a contrasting tensed figure next to you before glancing over your shoulders and shifting the conversation, “Oh, Y/N, babe, we’re next in line.” 

You follow his line of vision and, indeed, the man at check-out is already motioning for you to approach the counter. “Right...right.” You mumble in agreement before turning to Mrs. Park. “Um, I’m sorry Mrs. Park, Jaemin, we have to go now.”

“Well, we can’t keep this long line waiting now, right?” Mrs. Park concludes while Jaemin nods along sheepishly. “We’ll be on our way now, then! It was nice seeing you.” 

“Yeah, it was nice seeing you.” Jaemin repeats to you and Jisung, waving goodbye this time. “See you around, okay?”

“See you!” Jisung replies courteously for the two of you. “Happy New Year again!” 

“Happy New Year, too, dears! See you around!” Mrs. Park then concludes your conversation. 

With that, your small crowd then parts ways with Jaemin and Mrs. Park going back in their lane while Jisung gently directs you to the check-out counter with his hand on your shoulder, the other handing your plush toys to the check-out once you’ve reached it. 

“Cash or card?” The man at check-out asks politely, swiping your purchase across the scanner. The lady next to him then carefully places your plush toys inside decorative paper bags for New Year’s before returning it to Jisung. 

“Card, please.” You cough awkwardly before giving your card to the man with slightly shaky hands, Jisung’s arm on your shoulder not leaving your side even when he reaches over the counter to get your plush toys.  

Looking up at Jisung, you find him looking back at you with a curious expression after. “What now?” He asks with a pout, as if expecting you to react similarly to last Christmas. “What did I say this time?”   

“What?” You shoot the question back at him as your card is returned to you and the two of you now leave the store. “I just looked at you.” 

You actually wanted to ask him why he was holding you in front of Jaemin like that a while ago but quickly dismissed the thought, cringing internally. 

Walking outside Mumuso now and out of Mrs. Park’s sight, Jisung only pulls you closer to him as you now walk back to your restaurant, swinging your paper bag on his other side. “You’re thinking of something.” He points out, leaning close to your ear once again when you find yourself in the middle of a big crowd. “Did Jaemin do something you didn’t mention to me on chat last year?”   

"I’m not? And no, he didn’t do anything” You snicker in amusement, elbowing him gently. “It’s nothing, I swear. You’re delusional, dummy.” 

“So why didn’t you go to the movies with him?” He smoothly changes the topic after a moment, glancing at you expectantly as you walk. “Jaemin’s nice, unlike Mrs. Park’s other nephews, and his parents invest in really cool stuff so you can always get movie tickets and backstage passes from him.” 

“I really was busy last summer.” You reason out, leading the two of you carefully at noticing how Jisung’s only paying half attention to your path ahead. 

“Ya, but not busy enough to stop bothering me on chat while I was touring.” He points out. “You know, with or without Mrs. Park, you can still go out with him as friends, you know, the movie ticket’s still going to be free, anyway.”  

“Yeah, but,” You sigh, hesitantly sharing after a moment, “it just...it felt weird since he asked me under the impression of his aunt setting us up—and I’ve always known he liked Lee Jeno.”

Jisung hums in thought before a thought crosses his mind, “So, if he asked you on his own, as a serious date and without thinking about Jeno, would you have said yes?” 

 You think about this for a moment, just as you arrive back in the restaurant where your mom is now parting ways with Mrs. Han. 

“Y/N!” Your mom calls for you as you and Jisung approach and thus initially preventing you from answering Jisung’s question, some of your shared shopping bags in her arms. Only then do you notice the presence of your driver, Mr. Yoon, who carries the others for her. “Say goodbye to Jisung and Mrs. Han now, dear, we’re going home.” 

“And, Jisung, we’re stopping by the tailor to get the jeans I left there a while back.” Mrs. Han reminds her son before turning to you and extending her arms out for a hug. “Come here, dear, let me say goodbye to you properly!” 

You look at Jisung who only rubs the nape of his neck sheepishly, wordlessly gesturing for you to accept his mom’s hug with a tilt of his head. With that, you then take a step forward, turning your back to him briefly to give Mrs. Han a hug. 

“Thank you for today, Mrs. Han.” You hug her briefly, until she pulls away to affectionately smile up at you. “See you again soon!” 

“You have fun at your company dinner tonight, okay? And please, just call me auntie!” Mrs. Han pats your hair delightfully before letting you go, turning to Jisung after. “Okay, Sungie, let’s go so we can go home quickly too.” 

Over your shoulder, you see Jisung nod at his mom before gesturing over to you. “Yeah, let me just give Y/N something.” He says, holding up the paper bag he holds in one hand and making his mom gush. 

“Okay, then!” Mrs. Han says, taking a step back now to help your mom and Mrs. Yoon to collect your things. “How adorable!” 

Only then do you turn back around to Jisung, receiving your stuff hamster from him. “Thanks.” You smile at him, squeezing the plush toy once in your hand before looking up at him again. “And about a while ago—”

Jisung’s eyes immediately perk up in curiosity, “Yeah?” 

“I doubt Jaemin would ask as a serious date but either way,” You shrug nonchalantly, “I’d probably turn him down, still. We’re not that close, anyway, and I’m dating you so it’d be weird.” 

The last statement catches Jisung off-guard, even though you said it with no underlying meaning or whatsoever, too long that by the time he’s already gathered his thoughts, you, your mom, and Mr. Yoon are already on your way out of the restaurant. 

“See you on campus, ugly.” You playfully elbow him by his side as you pass by him on your way out, mumbling the nickname so only the two of you can hear. 

“Y-Yeah,” Jisung blinks twice in a daze, watching you until you disappear outside. “see you on campus...huh.”

You find yourself at your first party of the year hours later as scheduled, this time in your own house with extended family and key people in your family’s company. Instinctively, you cling onto your cousins Jeongin and Lia as the three of you try your best evading your actual blood relative aunts and uncles while they’re still sober and can still ask invasive questions. 

As the time on your phone nears 9 PM, the three of you take refuge in your bedroom with two liters of Cola and snacks you stole from the buffet table and random YouTube videos playing from your laptop that serves more as background noise while you gossip than actual entertainment. 

“I can’t believe you just went along with Han Jisung telling your mom and his that you’re dating.” Jeongin shakes his head in disbelief as he sips on his Cola. “That’s crazy, so unlike you, cousin.” 

“It was that or Mrs. Park’s nephews, I’m telling you!” You insist for the third time, chewing on gummy worms. “Anyway, at least it’s him and not someone I’m not that close too so I don’t have to adjust much. Don’t you like Jisung?” 

In front of you, Lia shrugs hesitantly, “I mean I like him, I guess: he’s your other other best friend and he’s cool with everyone.” 

“So why do you two sound like you don’t like him?” You point accusingly, leaning back nervously on your bed frame. 

“It’s not him! We’re just processing this whole fake dating thing since it’s not really something you’d most likely be into doing willingly.” Lia answers honestly. “Personally, I didn’t know that the sorority aunties bothered you this bad to agree with such a thing.” 

“You’re not going to be so showy and affectionate with it, right?” Jeongin asks. “‘Cause that would be weird and gross.” 

You roll your eyes, kicking him by his crossed legs in annoyance, “Of course not, just when necessary; by that, I mean until everyone lays of all the blind dates for a long while or when there’s another event then naturally we have to be seen together.”

Jeongin smacks your foot with a pillow in response. “So when are you breaking up? Are you two going to Chan’s wedding together as dates?” 

“I don’t know yet,” You shrug at the first question, taking a sip of your own Cola before continuing, “and either way, we’re going to Chan’s wedding together.” 

“Hm,” Lia muses this time, reaching in between the two of you for a packet of chocolate candies. “Then don’t break up before, during, or a little while after the wedding because it’d be weird for everyone, especially us as your mutual friends.” 

“Definitely not.” You agree with a nod. “So, how about you, Jeongin? Are you and Seungmin going together?” 

Looking up at Jeongin, you see him pouting, “Probably but I haven’t asked him about that yet.” 

“Why do you need to ask him? It’s not like you haven’t gone to other events together before.” 

“Yeah but Seungmin started seeing someone lately so I don’t know if I can still tag along with him on the wedding.” Jeongin pouts at you as he opens a small candy for himself. “And I don’t want to go with you and Jisung this time since you’re ‘dating.’“ 

“Then go with Hyunjin and Minho if you don’t want to hang out with me.” You pout. “You know Yeji, Lia, and Ryujin are going to stick together the whole time and, hopefully, Ryujin finally asks out that girl from one of our lab classes so just stick with Hyunjin and Minho—unless, of course, you want to hang out with your brothers or the younger kids at the wedding.” 

You see Jeongin silently contemplating on this idea for a moment, chewing on his candy then taking a sip of his Cola once he manages to break it with his teeth. “Hm, I guess that’s okay now—Hyunjin and Minho, I mean: chaotic but better than third wheeling the whole ceremony and reception.” He muses out loud. “I think I’ll pass hanging out with the sort of adults group my older brother and Jisung’s older brother have unofficially formed and I’m definitely not joining the younger kids!” 

“Perks of having close-knit families, I guess.” You chuckle between more sips of Cola. “How come your mom allows you and your brothers to skip the sorority reunion parties whenever you want to, by the way? It’s not like you’re studying abroad or something.”

At that, Jeongin grins mischievously at you before taking a longer sip of his Cola. “Unlike auntie, my mom’s a cool mom.” He giggles. “She understands that my brothers and I prioritize finishing video games at home over having to face her college friends and endure really weird questions.” 

The last thought makes you sigh, “I’m seriously jealous, I want to stay at home whenever the reunion parties come up, too. It’s not like I have anything much to show off to the sorority aunties, anyway.”

But Lia waves her hand dismissively at you in disagreement this time, “Yeah but you met and grew closer with your best friend over the years because of such parties, right? He might be your ‘annoying best friend’ as you always call him by but I can see you enjoy his company the most.”

You don’t respond immediately this time, getting caught off guard by the thought. 

When you don’t speak, Lia chews her sour worms quickly and adds, “Maybe you’ve just been blinded by being annoyed over the toxic questions the aunties would ask that you don’t appreciate much the fact that you met most of your closest friends now—not to mention your ‘boyfriend,’ too—because your mom is so strict with you attending these parties.”

“So you’re saying I should just put up with the invasive aunties because I met good friends through them?” You feign a scowl, though you know that’s not what he means. “That’s not really a healthy mindset.”

And as expected, your cousin quickly shakes her head. “No, I mean it’s better that you focus more on the friends aspect than on the aunties aspect.” She explains more clearer now. “especially now that almost everyone in your group’s graduating this semester and you guys are probably going to be busy with your respective businesses after. Not to mention, Chan’s getting married and will probably take over their family business soon! That’s soon serious adulting stuff!” 

“...huh,” You trail of contemplatively after a while, sipping your Cola once. “I never thought of it that way.” 

Jeongin grins cheekily, “That’s because you don’t think at all.” 

“Ya!” You smack him again playfully with a pillow, making him laugh. “Shut up.” 

The three of you laugh lightheartedly over his witty comeback anyway, catching your breath only when you hear your mom’s footsteps nearing the hallway, probably trying to find you. 

“Shit.” You mutter under your breath, a hand to your mouth as you stifle in your laughs and carefully watch your mom’s shadow pass over your door. “Do you think she’s looking for us?” 

“For what? Another one of the non-family partners trying to meet you and Lia and set you up on a date with one of their children again like my older brother?” Jeongin teases, moving in between you and Lia nervously when your mom’s shadow hovers by the door from your view of its gaps. 

You silently smack his arm with your hand this time, exhaling in relief when your mom finally leaves, most likely to pick something up from her room. “What are you talking about? You heard my mom bragging about Jisung a while back.” You retort. “If anything, maybe she’s looking for you and Lia and setting you up.”  

Jeongin sits up straighter now, transferring your laptop where he sat a while back then leaning against your bed frame too. “But you know how they can be, always on our tails and getting on the parents’ good graces.” He shrugs. “That’s just business, I guess.” 

“Right, because you’re minoring in business.” You roll your eyes with a chuckle, twisting your upper body so you’re facing Jeongin on your left. “But that’s not my problem right now since I’m dating. I’d look out for you, if you ask me.” 

“Yes but you’re ‘fake dating’ not actually dating.” He points out teasingly. “You eventually have to ‘break up’ like most relationships, too. What will you do then?” 

Deep inside, you answer the question with a ‘no.’ Outwards, you shrug, seemingly unconvinced, “Still, not my problem right now.” 

Then, as if on dramatic cue, your mom knocks on the door. “Y/N, Jeongin, Lia are you in there? Some of the new investors and partners want to meet you!” She yells from the other side, her voice coming out muffled from where you sit. “And Grandma and Grandpa just arrived so say hello to them!”  

You groan and Jeongin laughs while Lia only sighs, Jeongin downing what remains of his Cola. “That’s our cue.” He says, standing up first before helping Lia up then you. “Told you.” 

“I’m going to laugh if you end up getting trapped by any of our moms.” You hiss at him, picking up your trash and taking it with you as the three of you leave the room. 

“We’ll see,” Lia shrugs. “I’m sticking straight to Grandma!” 

ch. 1 // ch. 3 // series masterlist

tags: @t-toodumbtocare​ @sandaigdigan-reads​ @pwarkhans​ @ruellelix​ @malai-barfi​ @mahalau​ @milkywayfelix @qweens-stuff @tenclouds​ @crscendoforsung​ @verobibble

[skzzthingss]

Never be Gone Forever ~ Hyunjin

Summary: (Requested) Hey! Can I get a hyunjin scenario with 21,23,&31 where the reader lives in the US(LDR)& he really misses her( like cries at night/ messes up the dance routine, that bad), the boys notice and contact her, she surprises him after a skz concert backstage in South Korea and it leads to fluffy ‘I miss you’‘first time’ smut?? Pretty much 100% soft hyunjin😖 If you do this scenario, thanks, I greatly appreciate it!!😁 I’m Felix biased as of rn, but lately hyunjin is making me SWERVE!! Again,thanks😅💛

(LMAO, honestly, it is so hard for me to pick a proper bias, it changes all the time, as of writing this, my bias is Jisung, but watch that change like, tomorrow. Also, I'm really sorry, I started writing and I kind of forgot that you asked for prompts, so I kind of didn't include them, I hope that's fine, if you want another just let me know.)

Warnings: a little bit of angst in the beginning, but a fluffy and smutty end.

Request here

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You got a video call from Chan one day, because of the time difference, it was late night in Korea.

"Y/N, you have to see this," Chan said, taking his phone to Hyunjin's room where he entered quietly. Hyunjin was sleeping, but hus features did not show a peaceful sleep. His brows were furrowed and tear streaks stained his cheeks. After showing you, Chan carefully left the room and closed the door quietly.

"He has been like this for a while now, he barely eats, sleeps, and his dancing suffered a bit too," Chan explained.

"That’s horrible, is he sick? If he is, please make sure he takes medicine," You pleaded.

“He is sick, but not like that,” Chan sighed, “he needs you, a lot, he’s been like this since you left from your last visit, so I’ll pay for you to come again, just to fix your boyfriend.”

You sighed, you weren’t sure if your life would allow for an emergency visit like this, normally, you’d plan visits a few weeks in advance so you could get things properly organised.

“I probably could, but I won’t be able to stay as long as i would like,” You admitted.

“Even for just a day or two, anything to just get Hyunjin out of this wied dump he’s in.”

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Three days later and you were in a plane to Korea. Chan wanted it to be a surprise for Hyunjin so he was the one to come pick you up from the airport, then he was the one who hid you in their dressing room. 

You were uncomfortably stuffed in a closet, told by Chan that Hyunjin would be down soon and to come out when you heard him. Just as Chan said, about five minutes later, you heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend asking to be alone and shutting the door to the dressing room. Slowly, you emerged from the closet and found him lying on a couch, scrolling through his phone. You crept up to the couch, and gently tapped him, making the poor boy scream and flail, landing flat on the floor beneath him.

“What the hell was that for? I could have died-” he complained before realising it was you and stopping mid-sentence. He slowly stood up, keeping his eyes on you. You were currently laughing your ass off, but he didn’t care.

“Y/N?” He asked, blinking as if he couldn’t believe you were actually here.

“Yea, it’s me, baby,” you said, opening your arms for a hug. He looked at you with tears beginning to well in his eyes and he threw himself into your arms.

“You’re here! I missed you so much!” He sobbed into your shoulder.

“I’m here, and i’m never going to be gone forever, you know that,” you said gently, rubbing his back comfortingly.

“I know, I know, I just can’t help but miss you,” he pulled away and looked at you, admiring your face, one of his hands going to caress your cheek. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, turning your head slightly to peck his thumb. He chuckled at the action, making your look at him directly.

There was a slight moment of him just looking at you before you both leaned in, your arms wrapping themselves around his neck, and his around your waist. Your lips met in a passionate kiss, mouths moving in sync. He slowly backed you up until the backs of your knees hit the couch and you sat down, this broke the kiss for a moment.

You laid sideways on the couch and Hyunjin climbed on top of you, using a hand to prevent himself from crushing you, the other roaming your body as he kissed you. You two sat up for a moment to remove each others shirts, laying back down. You ran your nails lightly over his chest, making him groan and grind his growing hard on into you. You groaned into the kiss at the friction, making him grind into you harder.

He then pulled away to remove his pants, but you stopped him before he could remove his underwear, making him sit on the couch and crawling to kneel between his legs. You looked up at him, palming his bulge. He kept eye-contact with you, groaning at the feeling. You kissed his tip through the fabric before pulling his boxers down, his length springing back up. You tried your best to keep looking at him while stroking him, only looking away if absolutely necessary, especially when you licked from the base of his dick up to the top. He shivered and you could feel his dick twitch. 

You took him into your mouth, suckling slightly. He threw his head back, but then lifted it again to watch you. Your eyes stayed on him as you began to suck harder and bob your head. On of his hands went to rest in your hair, only moving it out of your face, but making no effort to control.

He groaned, and his hips bucked into your mouth, you could tell he was close. You sucked harder to help bring him to his orgasm, but he stopped you, pulling you up by your hair.

“I want to cum inside you,” He groaned, pulling you to kiss you. He then switched spots with you, but making you lay on the couch. He too your pants off, followed by your panties. He admired you for a moment, both of his hands spreading your legs and gently rubbing the insides of your thighs.

“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered, kissing your knees.

“Hyunjinnie, please,” you felt your face heat as you used an arm to shield yourself from his view.

“No,” he gently lowered your arm himself, “I want to see you.”

He stared at you for a moment before kissing down from your knee to you core, only to skip your center and kiss back up the other leg.

“Hyunjin, please,” you whined.

“I want to take my time and appreciate you properly, babe.”

With that he leaned in and gently kissed your clit, taking it into his mouth to suck. You threw your head back, gripping the couch. He teased your entrance with a finger, spreading your wetness around before pushing it in, making you moan his name out. You felt his tongue flick at your clit and around it as he added a second finger.

“I gonna cum,” you panted, making him speed him movements up. You moaned his name as you came. He helped you ride out your orgasm before crawling up to you face, smiling at you. He wiped your juices from his face with his arm before leaning down to kiss you. You could still taste yourself on his tongue.

You reached down to touch him, and he groaned, getting your message. He took his dick and lined it up with you.

“Ready?’ He whispered. You nodded. Both of you moaned as he entered you slowly. He stayed in place for a moment to watch you. 

“Look at me, I want to watch you every step of the way,” He told you, his thumb caressing your cheek. He began to thrust but slowly, enough to bring you pleasure. You tried to keep eye-contact as you moaned, especially when he sped up.

He never went so fast that he was pounding into you. Hyunjin knew both of you wanted it to last, so went slow. He spent more time looking you and paying attention to, wanting to remember how you felt around him, and how you felt under his fingertips. He kept running his fingers along your body, enjoying the softness of your skin. When he kissed you, it was passionate, but slow. He took care to memorize you.

You too, also knew that a long distance relationship wasn’t always easy, but for you, it was moments of pure love like this that proved to you that you two will last. You watched him, the way his face scrunched up in pleasure and the way his breathy moans would turn to groans. 

“I’m close,” he told you. rocking into you faster. 

“Me too!” You moaned out. He thrusted into you faster, leaning back to hold legs up. Both of you came at the same time, moaning together. Hyunjin slowly pulled out and laid with you in the couch, wrapping his arms around you.

“Thank you, so much for coming, i don’t know what was wrong with me, i just couldn’t hold myself together,” He said softly.

“Anything for you, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[hellevator-mp3]

wow (he’s hot)

Pairing(s): Woochan, Minsung, Changlix, Seungjinin (Seungmin x Hyunjin x Jeongin)

Genre: Crack?? possibly??

Word Count: 2600+

Warnings: None!

Author Note: uhhh so this has been on my mind f o r e v e r and i finally finished it so here!! take some crack!! bc i don’t have time rn to write anything else lmao also this is mostly based around woochan bc i love them and?? yeah

chan and the rest of 3racha listened to wow on chan's weekly vlive. of course, their loyal boyfriends were watching at home. of course, chaos ensues.

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the night started out normally.  chan introduced his show, introduced his guests, they talked for a little while, and then they started taking requests.  when chan saw a request for 3racha fly up in the chat box, inspiration struck.  he suggested that the three of them listen to their mixtape, and the two reluctantly agreed.  it was fine, the three vibing along to their older music, when suddenly the beginning of ‘wow’ began playing, jisung’s voice filling the studio.  the three of them had different reactions.  changbin threw his head back, hands covering his face while jisung threw himself into chan’s arms, screaming the whole way.  chan himself mouthed along to jisung’s iconic “excuse me noona, do you have a boyfriend?” line, which made the younger get up and retreat behind the chair he was previously sitting in. they alternated between being embarrassed and jamming to the song, as well as chan forgetting the lyrics to his own verse.  

by the time the song ended, jisung and changbin had both thrown themselves back in their chairs and it seemed as though their souls had left their bodies.  chan was left to dance by himself, having a great party for one.  after the last chords had faded and the next track was paused, the three mocked each others verses, imitating changbin’s drawl at the beginning of his verse, as well as parts of jisung and chan’s raps.  

the live ended without much more fuss, the trio waving goodbye before chan finally shut the live off.  they all looked at one another, murmuring their tiredness and looking over to their manager to see him gathering their things.  they pushed the chairs back into their original positions, letting their manager take the lead down to the parking garage where the company van was parked.  one by one, they piled in and split up to take a whole seat each, chan furthest back and changbin closest to the front with jisung in between them.  in a few moments, the van was filled with a comfortable silence with music just barely able to be heard from three different sets of headphones, as well as the radio.  

it didn’t take long for them to get back to the dorms, or maybe they just slipped into a gentle slumber that made it seem like time passed quicker.  the world may never know.  all they knew was that within what seemed like minutes, they were stumbling out of the van and rubbing the sleep from their eyes, heading to their dorm where they knew a warm bed and even warmer bodies awaited them.  

they quietly cracked the door open and saw the living room light was on, which led them to believe that at least one of the other members was still awake.  they slipped out of their shoes and filed into the living room, seeing the entire rest of their group awake and splayed out over the floor or the two couches.  woojin had sprawled out on the furthest couch, while minho and felix had taken over the other, leaving their last trio to take the floor.  jeongin had cuddled up to hyunjin, who was in the center, his chest rising and falling with even breaths as he slept on hyunjin’s chest.  seungmin was wide awake, his head on hyunjin’s outstretched arm, and was holding the phone up so the two of them could see.  chan made a beeline for woojin, throwing himself down on the couch next to the elder, who put his phone away so he could hold chan close, running his fingers through his hair gently as they talked quietly.  when changbin and jisung looked over at their respective boyfriends, they saw minho watching them with his front pressed to felix’s back, the younger boy sleeping peacefully under minho’s arm.  minho shook his couch partner awake, before saying something that made him jolt up.  changbin gathered the australian boy into his arms, felix automatically wrapping around him like a koala with his legs around changbin’s waist and his arms around his neck, changbin’s hands settled against his thighs to hold him up.  “i’m gonna take felix to bed, good ni-” changbin only got through half of his sentence before the aforementioned boy was cutting in, mumbling something unintelligible into his neck.  he whispered a soft question in reply, and felix pulled his face away from changbin’s neck to say it again.  in his deep drawl, he uttered the one phrase that made everyone in the room freeze.  

“hyung, you can be my shrek today, and i’ll be your fiona”

it took a second for everyone but changbin to process the fact that that was one of changbin’s iconic lines from wow, except backwards since it was from felix’s point of view.  the other six members (excluding jeongin, who was still sleeping peacefully) watched on in silence as changbin turned on his heel, whispering rapidly into felix’s ear, who turned bright red and mouthed “help me” to the others, who all shrugged and didn’t bother to help him.  

before long, hyunjin had retreated back to the room he shared with seungmin and jeongin, dragging his two boyfriends with him.  

chan and woojin slept on the couch that night, long after jisung had peeled minho from his spot, and guided him to their room.  the elder whined the whole way, but kept his fingers intertwined with jisung’s nevertheless.  

the two eldest were the first ones awake, sleepily stumbling into the kitchen to get breakfast ready for the kids, even though it was their off day, so the kids would likely be sleeping in.  they worked in a quiet harmony, humming along absentmindedly to the music playing quietly through chan’s phone.  woojin went to work on making the main part of their breakfast, pancakes, something that felix had been begging for for a week now.  chan was quietly cutting up fruit behind him, before tossing it all into a big bowl and storing it away in the fridge so it would stay cold.  he worked on frying up a pack of bacon, the smell quickly filling up the dorm and appearing to drag the boys out of their rooms.  minho and jisung were the first two to appear in the doorway, minho piggybacking the smaller boy who was still half asleep with his head nestled into the side of minho’s neck.  

felix came out next, throwing himself down at the table next to jisung, leaning on his almost twin in a sleepy haze.  the two nearly fell asleep on each other, before changbin joined them and felix took his rightful place snuggled into the elder’s side, who threw a lazy arm around his shoulders.  when chan glanced back at them, he saw minho had sat down with a large cup of coffee, offering sips of it to jisung who was almost in his lap.  jisung would shake his head before taking a large sip of the drink, and then proceeded to make a disgusted face before taking yet another sip.  next to them was felix and changbin, who were leaning on one another with changbin’s arm around felix’s shoulders.  the next person to come out was seungmin, who looked more awake than anyone yet, aside from the eldest.  he greeted them with a chirpy “good morning” as he poured out three glasses of juice, setting each one at a different chair at the table.  then, he left the room and came back with a half asleep jeongin, who he deposited at the table with a quick kiss left on the crown of his head.  

breakfast was done and set out when he came back with hyunjin wrapped around him like a koala, similar to how changbin had picked up felix the previous night.  he sat down like that, the elder turning around in his lap to be able to eat.  it was a common sight to see in the morning, since hyunjin got quite clingy when he was tired.  they ate in peace, a quiet settling over the table save for the clinking of dishes and the chewing of food.  woojin fed chan some of the fruit from his plate, while changbin tried to coax felix more out of his sleep.  

they spent the day lazing around, the maknae line and changbin playing a card game in the corner while the eldest three laid out on the couches.  they were all on their phones, chan glancing over woojin’s shoulder to peer at his screen from his position behind the elder, his front pressed to woojin’s back.  minho had kicked his legs up over the arm of the couch, his back resting in the seat part and his feet idly kicking.  when jisung finally lost at the game, he threw his hands up in mock frustration and retreated to his boyfriend to pout, throwing his entire body weight onto minho as he maneuvered himself on top of the elder.  the rest of the maknaes (sans changbin) just laughed in response, teasing jisung for being a sore loser, which he refuted quickly with a pout still adorning his lips.  minho drew him closer, telling off the babies for making his jisungie sad.  they fell into yet another comfortable silence, chan dozing off behind woojin and jisung mimicking him from his place on minho, the elder running a hand up and down the length of his back and letting it rest on the back of his neck when it seemed jisung’s breathes slowed and he slipped into unconsciousness.  

that is, until felix scared them all by flopping back and yelling that he was bored.  changbin just patted his knee, the closest thing he could reach, before pulling him back up for his turn.  there were noises of assent that echoed through the room, and soon they were getting up in groups to go change into clothes that they could go out in.  felix, hyunjin, and minho were the first ones to leave, the youngest and the oldest of the group seeming to be planning something together.  they split up into their respective rooms, minho yelling that he was setting out clothes for jisung as well, since the other had slipped back into his tired state and could barely form a coherent sentence through his drowsiness.  it was impossible to know how minho heard jisung hum in confirmation, before he dozed off again.  the vocal line was the next to leave, chan whining as his source of heat left while woojin just laughed at him.  the freshly changed members laughed as he made grabby hands towards his shared bedroom door, which woojin poked his head out of to promise for more cuddles later. chan smiled and nodded in response, rolling over onto his stomach to wait for his boyfriend to finish.  then, it was time for 3racha.  minho had to poke and prod jisung to get him to wake up, and the group watched him stumble into the bedroom while minho and felix giggled.  changbin glanced back at his boyfriend, fear chilling his blood as he thought back to the night before.  

however, changbin wasn’t their target.  jisung bounced out of the room fully awake with a grey hoodie that fell past his hands and down to the middle of his thighs and a pair of white jeans to match the white design on his hoodie.  he stopped midstep as he saw felix and minho giggling together, before suddenly, his blood ran cold.  “hey, hey, hey! look over there, he's so handsome, wow i really wanna date him!” minho chimed enthusiastically, fanning himself with one hand as he looked over jisung, while the other was occupied with slapping felix’s arm.  

felix pretended to look around, before asking “where?”, to which minho responded with “there!” and pointed in jisung’s general direction.  their target sunk to his knees, mock sobbing as he realized that his beloved boyfriend, the light of his life, his one and only, was mocking his lines in one of the cringiest songs he had ever participated in.  

the two continued on, even as chan and changbin came out of their respective rooms to find out what the fuss was about.  they saw the rest of the group, aside from the tormented and the tormentees, were crying with laughter as they saw the scene in front of them.  jisung had buried his face in his knees, cringing so hard that chan swore he was gonna break something.  minho finished up with the iconic “excuse me noona, but do you have a boyfriend?”, but replacing the ‘noona’ with ‘hey’, since jisung was neither older than him or a woman.  they watched on as the boyfriends met in the middle, minho laughing as he tried to soothe the other boy, who had finally broken and began laughing as well, as jisung yelled “yes” at the top of his lungs, causing yet another uproar of laughter.  the other two rappers had joined the ruckus that the others were making, until chan had a realization and froze.  

felix had quoted one of changbin’s lines to him, and now minho had hit jisung with one of his lines as well.  he realized that that pattern meant he was next, and he sent a glance to woojin to find him already staring, the elder grinning like a madman.  he, woojin, mouthed “you’re next” to chan amongst the madness, causing the other to nervously laugh and mouth back “i’m in danger” to which woojin laughed.  

however, the rest of the day flew by in a blur and not a single time did woojin try to quote his lines back to him.  

in fact, for about a week, there was radio silence and the rest of the group seemed to forget about the event and so did chan himself.  they went through their schedules, and chan even made it through his weekly live, bringing woojin with him as his special guest for the show.  once they had ended the live, they collected the babies that were still at the company building and all headed home, the two couples curled up in the back of the van and dozing peacefully.  

it wasn’t until the next day that chan had his very rude awakening.  

they had nothing to do later in the evening, so they all split up to do their own things.  changbin and felix stayed at the dorm to nap, the trio went out to an arcade, while minho and jisung went shopping because jisung needed new sneakers.  woojin and chan decided to go out to dinner together, after some not so careful planning on their part.  all woojin had said was “let me take you out to a restaurant”, which passed by chan’s wow-o-meter and didn’t seem to set off any alarms in his head.  then, when they arrived and woojin rushed forward to open the door, letting chan in first, he spilled the next line in the song - “please, let me open that door for you, you need to enter first to have a good look” - which was something that sounded slightly familiar to chan but he just squinted suspiciously at woojin and didn’t say anything, choosing to ignore it instead, despite the feeling of dread that churned in his gut.  it wasn’t until after their meal and after woojin had paid for both of them that chan asked why he did it.  and woojin’s answer?

“cuz i’m a nice guy who just has a lot of money.”

chan malfunctioned right there in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at his boyfriend with a look of utter betrayal and slight disgust obvious on his face, watching the elder sink to his knees in a fit of laughter.  

and this, of course, was not the end of it.  random bursts of “wow, he’s hot” that followed them around the dorm whenever they came out of the bathroom after a shower, while they were cooking, or even doing something as simple as reading or writing.  

did the members of 3racha complain?  only slightly.  did they still absolutely adore their annoying partners?  hell yeah they did.  

[peaxhsoda]

Kpop Idols as things me and my friends say:

A/N, we got another one, but I didn’t wanna do just one group, so here’s many idols!

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Baekhyun; Fella’s, is it gay to fuck your best friend in the ass?

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*Jaemin and Renjun are playing a game*

Renjun: *beats jaemin at said game*

Renjun: GET WRECKED! *starts doing fortnite dances*

Renjun: I play a mean game of bowling.

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Seungkwan: fuck off you cum shot.

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Woozi: if you ever hate someone, just tell them “it’s a shame your dad’s condom broke”, and walk away.

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Chanyeol: I’m a flaming homosexual.

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Hongseok; Lets go read some hentai *goes to graphic novel section*

Hongseok; *opens x-men* this is some good hentai.

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Kevin (the boyz): *puts hand on a graffiti penis* Summon the penis gods.

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Jisung to Minho: so I heard your boyfriend died...

Minho: yes, it’s very sa-

Jisung: wanna bone.

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Sehun: If this was a horror movie, the non virgin would die first...

Kai: hopefully no one here’s had sex.

Lay: actually, I’m not a virgin...

Sehun: well, you’d die first anyways cause your Chinese.

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Taeyong; apparently, Jaehyun has a twin...

Yuta; where would this twin live? Like I haven’t seen two Jaehyun’s yet.

Doyoung; fuck, if there was two Jaehyun’s all hell would break loose.

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Jae: you look gay.

Young K: how’s your day going.

Jae: I just said you look gay and you ask how my days going?

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Jisung; awe, its so cute! What’s its name!

Renjun; Haechan

Jisung; he’s adorable!

Renjun; he’s a retard.

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Mina; oh! His bow ties white?

Dahyun; ya, he takes big pisses.

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JB: 2+2= overdose cause I hate all of you little shits.

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Seungkwan to Vernon; If you’re not busy at 9:39, id like to give you a good ole suck.

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Kun; sorry I’m not this good wis persons names.

Chenle; and clearly you’re not too good at English either.

Winwin; he only speaks “knee How”.

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Mark: *walks up to Jinyoung* hey fatass.

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Chan: I’m getting bullied by a 7 year old.

Kijung: Lol

Chan: it’s not funny. Their words hurt.

Kijung: it’s a 7 year old, and it is funny.

Chan: you know what... ur mum gay.

*kijung has has blocked your number*

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Hwall: *walks into studio* why do depressed people walk so slow?

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Doyeon; iM y00JunG aNd iM 5’2.

Yoojung; iM DoyEon aNd iM 5’7

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Wonpil: Y’all I’m making a musically.

Jae: wHy dO gooD guRls liKe bAad gUys! IVe hAd thIs queStIon foR a ReaL lonG tIme.

Wonpil: *starts making musically*

Jae: no! You need to turn into a bad guy!

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That’s all for today! There’s more weird stuff we say, but I can’t think of them rn!

[hyuckworld]

deep breaths

first of all i’m upset bc i just followed you and you’re leaving your blog and i just read this and oh my god like i wanted to read this so bad when i first saw it but i was busy (college grind be hard) BUT OHGKG THIS WAS SO WORTH THE WAIT AND THE READ LIKE ?:&(8 MY MIND IS STILL IMPLODING OVER THIS FIC

i’m a sucker for fluff and the mutual pining with mc slowly realizing she had feelings for sungchan in this fic was KILLING ME and 💔💔 sungchans behavior and mannerisms around her like he’s such a social butterfly and cool and collected person so you could rlly see that but whenever he got flustered my heart would just 🦋 flip

and the characterization?;!;& LIKE i love it when authors don’t just focus on the main ship and include other relationships like ryujin and yuna literal chaotic friends and yuna’s lil crush on taehyun 🤲 jisung chenle yuna and ryujin being part of their friend group <33 ALSO CHENLE TEASING IN THE BEGINNING OFC 💀 BUT AHHH IT WAS SO WELL DEPICTED !! with the mains especially i felt like the flow of their relationship was paced so nicely and yes there is CLEAR sexual tension between them but i like how neither took the frustration of wanting to be more than friends out on each other :’) i mean sungchan also smiles his way thru everything #hotboyshit #boyboss (??)

AND ITS SO CLEAR SUNGCHAN LIKES HER FROM THE BEGINNING LIKE straight out of a shoujo anime with the sitting in the chair in front of her desk, knees touching, ducking eye level to stare at mc 😔 i’m running LAPS as we speak

ALSO CHENLE IS SO FUNNY HES A SIDE CHARACTER BUT I ABSOLUTELY ADORE HIM HERE LMAOAOAO

and can i cry rn like 😭 sungchan throwing his last game to comfort mc LIKE ?38(9 FIND ME A JUNG SUNGCHAN DO I RLLY HAVE TO MARRY A NON SUNGCHAN ☹️☹️ and i just love the little messages you throw in here and tackle how it feels to grow up and grow out of loving something you’re good at but it’s also so funny how mc keeps roasting sungchans advice 💀 ALSO I CALLED IT SUNGCHAN DID LIKE HER SINCE FOREVER (yes i am writing all my commentary as i read) and his explanation 😭😭 “i liked you and then i didn’t like you and then i liked you” we get it homeboy don’t have to rub it in 🤚

and mc cheering in the audience this time and being so much happier is so cute <//3 i think it’s much more easier to root for who she wants to rather than perform a whole routine because she has to AND CAN I YELL ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE CHENLE AGAIN

but pls this was so cute :(( and i LOVE how they kissed like this and not on the terms “the cheer captain has to kiss the soccer captain after the game” BUT AHHH IT WAS SO WHOLESOME AND THIS FIC WILL DEFINITELY BE LIVING IN MY MIND RENT FREE FOR THE NEXT WEEK

field day | jung sungchan

pairing: sungchan x fem!reader

synopsis: when you, as cheer captain, are best friends with the pride and joy of the soccer team, rumors are bound to fly around.

genre: high school au, soccer au, bff2l, fluff

words: 7.5k

warnings: language, jung “the risk i took was calculated but man am i bad at math” sungchan

request: sungchan + ball + “ everyone is looking at us. is that a good or a bad thing? ” (from the first option) ^__^

song recs: after school - weeekly / pleaser - wallows / some - bol4 / sweet talk - saint motel / love so sweet - cherry bullet

a/n: i tried recalling some hs memories for this and im hoping i wasnt the only one that went through the “shipped with a random dude” ordeal LOL. i haven’t written shorter fics in a while so i’m glad i got to. tq for requesting, lovepie <33

In high school, peer pressure tends to come in different forms. For you, it’s taken the shape of this.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” 

You look around your classmates, scanning each and every face chanting with glee like you’re a star player scoring the winning point. The tall figure shifts beside you, glancing at you like a blinking idiot. You’re not even on the losing team but it feels just as frustrating.

You glare at the boy beside you. The trouble is Jung Sungchan. The trouble has always been Jung Sungchan. 

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