#park jisung is a hoe

[sungbeam]

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗! — eight

viii. is that my shirt ?!

2.1k written (omg im sorry)

in which sungchan's so-called plan includes a dash of jealousy, a pinch of friendship, and ... jisung's shirt??

park jisung x f!mc ; humor, mentions of alcohol, swearing, uhm ur wearing jisung's shirt at some point so if u think that's uncomfy...

« prev · m.list · next »

a/n: surprise 😭? ik u all probably don't even remember what's going on cuz it's almost been TWO YEARS since the last update,, im sorry btw 😭 anyways, it's only this long bc i was stupid when i outlined this and i had to write more to make my stupid idea not sound as stupid

You could already tell that Mark was given speaker privileges when you pulled up outside the house and you felt the bass pulsing through your car. Your brother Mark had a few different aux cord modes: bass boost, lo-fi hoe, Celine Dion, and just plain stripper. You didn't particularly enjoy the latter because that was your brother (gross), but all of the others were quite enjoyable.

Chaeryeong told you earlier she would be coming with her dance club friends, so you had coerced Sungchan to carpool with you. Well, you actually hadn't needed to do any persuading. He somehow just… asked you. Huh. Weird.

"I didn't even realize I stole this shirt," you told him as the two of you hiked up the front lawn of the house, narrowly dodging a couple giggly boys stumbling down the street. You wrinkled your nose at the distinct "Beatbox" logo written in charmingly messy bubble letters on the front, signifying that one charity event the boys hosted a year ago. The back had been decorated in more pen inked doodles and a scrawl you guessed was close to Mark's. Or maybe it was Jeno's… either way, Sungchan had found it tucked among the rest of your t-shirts and you threw it on with no further complaints.

Sungchan shrugged, holding the door open for you as you both entered into the throes of the party. "You didn't realize you stole my pen that one time."

"A pen is different than a whole damn shirt though."

You glanced over at him to see if you had lost him to the crowd, but you should have known better since he towered almost everyone here. He seemed to have gotten a text from someone, but he was quick to tuck his phone away and search the crowd. "Who're you looking—"

He slung an arm over your shoulders and steered you toward the living room. "No one. C'mon, Mark hyung just asked me to bring you over to the DJ booth. Something about cashing in a song suggestion."

That immediately drew your attention. "I can't believe he remembered."

(And Sungchan couldn't believe he just got away with that. He looked over his shoulder toward the hallway where he saw Jisung's face appear in the crowd, then caught his eyes. Sungchan grinned to himself. It was time to get started.)

When you and Sungchan finally reached the DJ booth, Mark greeted you by handing you his phone. Mark and Sungchan exchanged looks over your head—everything was going perfectly.

"Hey, I'm gonna get us some drinks," Sungchan told you with a reassuring pat on your shoulder. You nodded to him as you scrolled through your song choices, but Sungchan was practically gone.

Not even a few steps away, Jisung appeared before him, his dark bangs hanging in his eyes. "Oh, hey."

Sungchan chirped back at him, "'Sup, man."

Jisung narrowed his eyes just slightly, head cocking to the side. "Is Yn here?"

Sungchan almost laughed at how well this was going. "Yeah, she's back with Mark. I was actually just gonna get her a drink—"

"I can get it," he said, and his eyes widened as if even he was surprised he just said that. He cleared his throat, cupping the back of his neck. "Uh—I mean, I can get all of us drinks. I was actually gonna ask if Mark hyung wanted anything."

Suuuure, Sungchan wanted to say. But he could respect this guy's quick thinking. "Oh, cool. Thanks, dude. I think Mark hyung says he's okay, so it's just Yn."

"Cool." And then he was gone.

As Sungchan turned back to the DJ table, he realized Jisung hadn't even asked Sungchan what you wanted or liked to drink.

When he returned to the DJ table, you threw Sungchan a confused look. "I thought you were getting drinks?"

He shrugged helplessly. "Jisung said he'd get them."

"Jisung?" Now, why in the world…

As if your brain had magically manifested him, you spied Jisung carefully maneuvering through the crowd. In one veiny hand, he clutched the necks of two bottles of some mystery liquor, most likely beer, while he raised a little can of ginger ale into the air over his head as if scared the bodies around him would spill it (yes, spill a sealed can of ginger ale).

You couldn't help but eye his attire—the white tank top beneath a dark bomber jacket, paired with a pair of black jeans. There was a silver chain link choker around his neck, and Sungchan even raised his eyebrows at the way your eyes made a generous sweep of the newcomer's form.

You hated him, huh?

Jisung set the beer bottles on the cleared off space on Mark's table, his eyes meeting yours first. He passed you the ginger ale, "Hey, for you."

You accepted it with a hasty nod. He must have asked Sungchan what you wanted.

"Oh, thanks." You took the bottom hem of the Beatbox T-shirt you wore and swiftly swiped it over the rim of the can, before cracking it open with a satisfying click and hiss.

Jisung clasped the back of his neck instinctually, but when he saw the shirt you wore, he thought offhandedly that you and he could've matched. Not that he wanted to match with you. Definitely not. Why would he want that?

You were probably wearing one of your brothers', but he could've sworn the little doodle on the corner of your shoulder looked… familiar.

Wait.

Wait a goddamn second.

Jisung's eyes widened in alarm.

Sungchan held back a snicker. "Uh, you good, Jisung?"

Jisung coughed, glancing over at Mark in case he had caught him staring, too, but the older Lee brother had already turned the opposite way to speak to Vernon from the SVT fraternity. Jisung popped open his beer bottle, then passed the other to Sungchan. "Yeah, ahem, I'm great. Hey, Yn, is that Mark's shirt?"

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you ducked your head to look at the shirt. "Actually, I'm not really sure."

"Oh really? 'Cause… I… I think it's mine."

You sputtered a laugh. "Good joke."

He grimaced. "Can you… turn around?"

"Turn around? Why?"

If Sungchan's eyes weren't deceiving him, he was certain Park Jisung was blushing.

Jisung sighed, a stressed sound. He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead as he inspected the shirt you wore closer. “Because I would've written my name somewhere on the back,” he mumbled with a wince.

You could feel your face and neck warm after he stated his reason, and in an effort to get this matter solved so he could stop staring at you, you turned around. After a moment of silence, you twisted your head over your shoulder to peer back at Sungchan and Jisung. “See? Not your shirt.”

“Except, it definitely is his shirt, Yn,” Sungchan said, lifting his free hand up to cover his grin.

“What?”

Jisung had gone quiet, eyes widened like twin saucers. Not a thought passed behind those eyes as you attempted to look at your back to confirm exactly what both Sungchan and Jisung were telling you. It was impossible—how in the world could Jisung's shirt appear in your closet?

“Sungchan, is it really his shirt?” You asked your friend, pleading for him to tell you this was all a huge misunderstanding.

Sungchan had the decency to look sheepish. He reached over and gently grabbed your shoulder, pulling a part of the T-shirt edge so you could see. This brought you and him closer together as he pointed out Jisung's name to you.

The movement did not go unnoticed by Jisung, who watched this interaction with a wariness he didn't know what to make of. You were wearing his shirt, and somehow looked… good in it…? His eye twitched—why weren't you as friendly with him as you were with Sungchan? He could totally be a good friend—

Acceptance, swiftly followed by immense embarrassment, swept over you. It seemed it wasn't just Jisung who had gone quiet; neither of you could look the other in the eye.

After stepping away from you, Sungchan's eyebrows arched high as he sipped his beer and his gaze flickered between the two of you. “Well, this is awkward,” he mused unhelpfully.

That was enough to snap Jisung out of his daze. He clasped a hand on the back of his neck. “Would you be more comfortable in one of your brothers’ shirts? I can go grab one for you to change into—”

“Oh, uhm, yeah. I can just go upstairs and raid Mark's closet or something. I'm sure you'd like your shirt back.”

“No—I mean,” he sputtered, “yeah. It's no worries, really, if you don't wanna go through the trouble.”

Sungchan suppressed a screech akin to a pterodactyl. He hadn't thought you two would be this awkward around each other. It all played out a lot differently in his head, but… wait. Where the fuck did you go?

He realized quickly that you and Jisung were no longer right in front of him. Sungchan's head swiveled around nearby to search the crowd for you and Jisung, but it seemed that both of you were nowhere in the vicinity. Maybe you were headed up to swap shirts after all; that made his life easier.

As soon as you'd changed out of Jisung's Beatbox T-shirt and into one of Mark's Justin Bieber tour T-shirts, you prepared to step back out into the party. When you opened the door to Mark's bedroom, you found Jisung right where you'd left him, stationed outside while nursing his beer and holding your can of ginger ale.

“Here's your shirt,” you said to him, drawing his attention to you.

“Ah, thanks.” He traded you his T-shirt for your drink, but still, neither of you could hold eye contact.

For a moment, you racked your brain for something to say to loosen all this tension. “Uhm, you did great at the showcase, by the way. Your performance, I mean.”

Jisung's head perked up. “Oh, you stayed for it?” There was an intonation in his voice just now—you’d actually stayed and you also complimented him? He didn't understand why his heart was rattling around in his ribcage like a stampede of galloping horses, but he guessed it had something to do with the fact that he was pleasantly surprised. Something like pride filled his chest.

You gave a small nod, and if he wasn't mistaken, it almost looked shy. “I did end up staying. The thing I thought I had planned…” you trailed off and you filled the silence with a nonchalant shrug.

“Well, thanks for watching and I'm glad you thought I did well,” he said with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Was he finally getting through to you? Were you warming up to him at last?

He couldn't help but search your face then in the dim hallway light. Were your eyes always so pretty? There was a small smudge of silver glitter on the side of your cheek that glistened like diamonds, and he recognized it from somewhere on his shirt. It must have gotten into your face while you were changing.

He raised a hand, then froze. “Uh, you've got a little—a little something—” He pointed to his own cheek to tell you where it was.

“Oh!” You used the back of your hand to rub at it, but because glitter never listened the first time, it stayed put. “Is it gone?”

He winced. “No, it's, uhm—right… right there…”

You tried again, and he awkwardly tried to point it out without actually touching your face.

On your fourth attempt, he huffed. “Here,” he muttered, lifting his hand and gently brushing the glitter off.

When he was done, his hand fell back to his side like a dead weight as reality came crashing back. He coughed. “It's gone now.”

You averted your eyes. “Oh, cool, thanks.”

“Anyways, I should probably go put this away,” he said, gesturing down the hall toward his room with the shirt in his hand.

You gave an eager nod. “Right, yeah. I'll just—I’ll see you back down at the party then?”

Jisung bobbed his head in agreement. “Yeah, for sure! See you down there.”

Like two rats, the pair of you scurried away from each other in opposite directions. Even as you were descending the stairs, you threw a look back at Jisung, who was opening his bedroom door at the end of the hallway. Unbeknownst to you, Jisung had tossed you a glance just milliseconds before.

You swore you could still feel the brush of his fingers against your cheek, but it wasn't like it meant anything, right?

« prev · m.list · next »

permanent taglist: @flwoie @vatterie @seomisaho @hqrana @ja4hyvn @outrologist @rikizm @tinkerbell460 @kaaimins @meosjinn @hyunjaespresent-deobi @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l @ethereal-engene @gyulfriend @polarisjisung @jaehunnyy @shakalakaboomboo @littlestarjasmine @bless-311 @justanotherkpopstanlol @w3bqrl @kangfication @dior-15 @pxppxrminty @thesunsfullmoon @haechansbbg @moonyswolf

gc taglist: @kae-t-eee @kookiedesi @yeppeudau @spiderrenjunfics @dreamenvi @neo-teenkidz @l33j3n8 @justalildumpling @ahnneyong @jeongintwt @asteriaskingdom

[jsbluu]

left on seen | dream team

park jisung, a dance major a ncit university. he likes oasis more than anybody else, and if you think differently you're wrong. everybody thinks that he has hoes but in reality he's never even been on a date.

chenle, mark, and leehan are jisung's best friends. he's known chenle since he was 10, and he met mark and leehan in high school (they have an ongoing joke that chenle isn't allowed within 100 yards of steph curry)

[lenasprouts-words]

olderbrother!skz headcanons pt 2!!

ahh maknae line! hyung line

han

you guys are inseparable

you also get mad at minho for stealing your brother

also han and u are actual soulmates

minho is second (and less cool in ur opinion)

only about one-two years apart

when yall meet he does the ‘where my hug at?’ thing

its either you koala hug him or he does

just like, legs wrapped around waist typa hug

or he’ll bury his face into your armpit

you think it’s disgusting but he argues its comfy 

he sends you all his photos he wants to post

then you choose the ones you like 

he likes anime; you like kdramas

constantly fighting abt which is better

it got so heated once that even felix rose his voice for yall to stfu

its okay tho u made up a day after and went to the park to have a singing contest

you watch silly documentaries together

your chat is filled with stupid jokes and complaints

but he’s the first to know when something is wrong

started dissing this kid who bullied you in fifth grade

he got sent to the office but gave you a hug right before

steals things from photoshoots to give to you

spams you when he’s in the studio

asks you for lyric inspo and uses your terrible love life as inspo

once you showed one of his songs to your partner

’my brother wrote this about my last ex. dont make him do it again, he cried writing it.’

well your partner also cried so

matching stuffed animals <3

asks you to help him learn twice choreo

bc ur a huge once

he also got you a signed album from them

’oh here noonas gave me this idk why tho’

felix

loves you to death.

like fr its scary

youre four-five years younger than him

so you basically have eight older brothers

nicknamed you smiley bc your smile is the cutest thing ever (and it is)

runs to you calling ‘smiley!!!’

and lifts you off the ground when you hug

he hooks his chin around your shoulder and smells you

you think him smelling you is weird but it isnt

bc according to him you smell like ‘vanilla and lavenders and lemon’

it is so very random but you love it anyways

you two balance each other out so well, in a really weird way tho

like he’s hyper and energetic and sweet

while your active and excited and a little bitter

your insults and comebacks make him cry laugh every time

and you do the same with felix

he will NEVER shut up abt you trust

like seungmin once put him on a ban from talking about you

but he just started texting about you so

taught you taekwando

and now you fight hand to hand against changbin (and win most times)

felix doesnt like it tho bc ‘changbinnie'll get hurt and cry!’

both of your puberty hormones went to your voice box

his got deeper and huskier; yours is silkier and in the middle tone range leaning deep

but its like a rich deep ya know?

when he’s sleepy he starts mumbling random sentences and you record them snd send them to you group chat named ‘skz (-1 sunshine +1 smiley)’

if seungmin thought felix was bad at gaming, youre even worse

most of the time you end up dying

its funny because you started gaming before felix did too

you gave each other sweatshirts for white day in korea

and now your roommate hates when you use it because its so worn down and lowk smelly

jeongin has to beg felix to take it off and put it in the wash

dance parties at random times

especially if you or felix are feeling down

the playlist ‘HOE DANCE DOWN!’ is blasting

consisting of twice, charli xcx, dua lipa, and olivia rodrigo

other artists too and some from jyp bc felix loves his jypnation

not jyp tho anytime felix complains abt the ‘stupid motherfucker who wont shut up and has no talent and too much confidence’

complains ESPECIALLY while yall r playing fortnite, on your request

baking is your shared therapy

felix makes brownies, you make cookies

perfect duo in the kitchen

you bake so often that watching you two is like a dance

members will literally watch you bake and you flip them off

‘LIXIE I GOT FLIPPED OFF AGAIN!’

‘JISUNG STOP BEING A CREEP!!’

rock paper scissors is YOUR thing

like felix will just turn to you and stick his fist out

you also win almost every time

seungmin

you literally have twin telepathy

mainly bc your twins but he is also thirty two minutes older

so, day ones

gatekeeps you from his friends but not the group

because somehow they already knew who you were

you introduced yourself to them the day they debuted

only pretends to be sad abt not being a twin in the group

because he already has you and wouldnt change it for anything

the only person he will not hesitate from skinship is you

pats on the head, chin on shoulder, holding hands, occasional squeezing

his hugs are your safe spot

he’d tap you on the shoulder and take your arm

then he starts massaging you after pulling you into the hug

and it feels so good

and he’s surprisingly good at it too

treats you like a baby bc ur the youngest in you family (by a half hour)

once got you a new phone to stop you from complaining

you think its because he loves you but that is denied every time (its true tho, bc who wouldnt love you?)

only person who can calm you down

when you get too mad

he’ll call you or lay next to you

rub your back until you calm down

if youre on call he’ll put on music and start singing random shit

youre the orange kitty to his golden retriever puppy

you literally paw at him until he gives you his attention

he’ll get excited and its the cutest thing you’ve seen

wakes you up by singing the high note in ‘cover me’ in your ear

ever since he’d recorded that he’s been bragging abt it

but you dont mind bc his singing is nice and you know he would feel the same if you bragged about your fashion designs and website

every day you leave him sweet messages (like his older sister!!)

‘oh seungmo, love your hair today! your smile lit up my room puppy’

in return he sends cute gifs

he also learned french from the i am you tour to swear at you

asks for help in english before events/interviews where english will be used

you were the one who calmed his worries before the paris fashion week

since youre an english and fashion design major he relies on you

he will also never get over the fact that his TWIN is double majoring

your literally jeongin’s favorite tho

bc if seungmin says no you’ll say yes

very very mischevious

if one of you are having a bad day

you’ll just bring the other to a rage room

very effective

jeongin

he’s the maknae of the group and hates getting babied

so he automatically doesn’t baby you

maybe he does a little bit….

but thats because you told him it was okay and you liked it

youre around three years younger than him

so everyone in the group babies you

jeongin is always the first to go and greet you tho

spooks you tho

goes behind your back and yells ‘boo!’ in your ear

he gets punched by you after that

you just tackle him and squeeze him

but he goes ‘oh youve grown so big now!’

he’s also been getting stronger so when he goes into his normal hug where he puts his amrs around and under your armpits, you get squeezed until youre out of breath

on that note

he takes you to the gym bc you’ve been wanting to work out since starting college

he wanted to b your gym buddy (also was scared of u dying bc of asking binnie)

pushes you enough to finish bc he knows ur limits <3

you go to a convinience store after your workouts

both of yall try to pay BUT you make a schedule for who pays

you switch off

innie is extremely proud he made that idea

share a gym playlist

and most of your playlist

bc ur music taste is so similar you end up collabing playlists

you both do daily fit checks

slowly you’ve been able to coax him out of terrible shoe choices

you’ll show him something new and he’ll be like

‘oh is this what all the youngsters are wearing now?’

he busts out these rubber shoes that give you a headache

‘im doing it for stay’ you know stay’s reaction bc u r one

you always show what stays are saying on pinterest and call them simps

but you also cant talk bc, and jeongin quotes this

‘damnn hyunjin looking fine enough to be mine’

but also jeongin constantly uses pick up lines on YOUR friends

if he ever picks you up he’ll turn to someone your hanging out with

‘are you the sun because youre so hot you burn my retinas’

and everyone is just. majorly confused

its his random space obsession showing okay

you went on a planetarium date one time

he talked your ear off and then you bit his ear

retaliation for all the times he’s bit you when he was a wee little one

after that you went shopping

a stay photographed yall starting dating rumors

but its okay bc jeongin addressed it in his lives

telling everyone youre siblings

there is a ten minute video of him cracking up, tears flowing bc of the situation

@chans-muffin i delivered!!!!

[what-if-nct]

Johnny: Have you ever fucked a girl with her ass, and it's a huge ass, out the car as the rain poured down on you in front of the school at night during summer *sighs* high school.

Doyoung: Johnny we are eating dinner with the children.

Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Jeno: Let the man speak!!!!

Taeil: I wish I had your life Johnny.

Doyoung: Jeno you are a child!

Yuta: He has more hair on his body then Taeil.

Jisung: *whispers to Chenle*

Chenle: I'll tell you later.

Kun: What do you know Chenle?

Chenle: Do we need to have the talk Kun? Renjun, can do it. He's who taught me.

Renjun: And Winwin taught me.

Winwin: And Yuta taught me.

Yuta: I'm proud to see how far my teachings went. I corrupted so many minds indirectly.

Jeno: Johnny, what does oral feel like?

Johnny: It's something you have to experience my child.

Doyoung: *picks up Jeno* He is my child.

[sevcheol-blog]

i outright REFUSE to believe dream wrote 119. this has mark lee written all over it

[supgot7]

i-i mean...

[jising-jisang-jisung]

I just think it's pretty wacky that dream now has 2 songs that are apart of nct hoe anthems

[bam-hera]

art student doyoung

[kyuala]

anyways here are some screenshots i took (and cropped the sm and mnet logos out of) of the we go up mv in case anyone wants some headers or something 😚💓✨

[jisungparker]

So, whatchu do? … Yeah, that's interestin'

pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

song: alicia keys - you don’t know my name (3)

themes: fluff, angst, smut (warnings below), 7k

snippet: You quietly watch as people greet him, tiny bows of their heads met with even deeper bows from Hyunjin. You note your hand still in his, moving to retract it when he holds it tighter. You want to feel awkward, but in this space, people seem to regard you the same as him. As his guest. As his equal.

warnings: soft dom(?)!reader, sub(?)!hyunjin; piv, nipple play; unprotected sex; kinda emo jin; when talking about art: mention of cannibalism, death, misogyny; slight exhibitionism.. u’ll get the joke later.

a/n: can you tell i’m fighting for my life w these titles? The full line is ‘So, whatchu do? Oh, word? Yeah, that's interestin’, but it doesn’t look great on mobile. But anyways, this is me thinking: art hoe hyunjin.. but make him rich. Also hyunjin doesn’t own these pieces because i reckon if he could, he.. probably wouldn’t if he was a sweetie and let the countries of the artists keep their work so he just asks the museums/galleries to loan them instead. also hey it’s me, barbie & if i missed a warning i’m sorry pls let me know.

You never found the courage to text Hyunjin.

And while it’s easy to put it down to cowardice, who could really blame you? No one.. because, well, no one knew.

Firstly, it took a couple of days for you to finally rid yourself of the sickly dread that came with quitting your job, this lump in your throat brought on from the lingering fear that came with your new unemployment. It was easy to ignore.

Until it wasn’t.

It started with small things. Insisting you and Jeongin get through your fridge full of leftovers instead of ordering in, forgoing nights out with Felix and Jisung and instead having them round to enjoy cheaper nights in. You had even taken to walking to and from campus, employing every effort to making every penny last.

Things took a turn when Jeongin finally noticed. Your roommate turned best friend of four years, who at the best of times was very dense, had started pointing out your odd new habits and hobbies. You’d taken up couponing, turning lights off in rooms he was still in, shamefully enjoying free meals at the diner you’d just abandoned, shit finally hitting the fan one day when Jeongin wondered aloud when you picked him up from work why you agreed to it when you hadn’t been keen on driving of late, noting your unusually tidy car floor and half full tank of gas.

Your initial instinct was to lie. Blame it on a sudden urge to take better care of yourself. Maybe jokingly encourage him to do the same when he bit into his fourth cereal bar of the day. It was hard though, making yourself hold it all in. Trying to bear this weight on your own.

So you told him. Everything.

You told Jeongin how you really met Hyunjin, how that first date really went. You started slow of course, adding important details to the pieces of the truth you had given him the night the two first met, swallowing before it all unravelled, your hands gripping the steering wheel tight as you leaned into every turn, enjoying how the weight shed with each heavy word.

His initial reaction had been shock, evidence of which bled into every inch of his face as you turned the corner onto your street, his second being silence. He didn’t speak for a while, probably piecing together every detail you let fall from your chewed lips as you parked up, looking over to see him sat completely still in.. disbelief? Shame? Disappointment?

He didn’t utter a word after you opened your front door, the heavy door making no sound as he shut it softly behind him. When he just walked straight past you, you grabbed his arm, partly offended but mostly ashamed as he glared at you.

You wanted to apologise, unsure how to excuse yourself for throwing away your only steady form of income on the word of a practical stanger. You wanted to explain where your head was at when you decided to jeopardise not only your livelihood but his as well, on little more than the promise of a man you had refused to speak to for nearly two whole weeks since your last shift. You just wanted to say sorry-

“How could you not tell me?” Jeongin asked, his brows knitting into a seamless line. “I’ve been sitting here thinking you got dumped!”

“Dumped?” You said dumbly, falling onto your couch as he began pacing. “I’m not dating him?”

“Well! You made it sound like you were!” He had you there. You had only nice things to say about Hyunjin the night he came round, something Jeongin can’t say about the other people you’ve brought home. “You said you were going to see him again, and then when you didn’t bring it up after that and started acting all sad and mopey-”

“I was hardly mopey-”

“You didn’t shower for a week.”

“It was not a week!” You groaned, thinking back to your short trips to the bathroom, fearful of wasting money you didn’t have. “I just- I was scared. This is scary.”

Jeongin stopped then, turning to stare at you. When you just stared back, the early signs of a breakdown in your eyes, he huffed before sitting down beside you, a few seconds passing before he wrapped an awkward arm around you, holding you carefully. “You should have come to me.”

“I know,” you quickly say, hastily rubbing your sleeve over your eye. “It wasn’t fair of me to make a decision like that without talking to you first, this doesn’t just affect me-”

“Wait, what?” Jeongin began, happily retracting his arm as he frowned at you. “Don’t make this about me, Y/N.” When you just sniffled, frowning at him, he rolled his eyes in realisation. “I’m not mad about that! I’m mad you sat here sad about it this whole time and didn’t say anything!”

“But- but I quit my job.”

“And?’ He laughed, almost hysterically. “Fuck, if Hyunjin came in here that night and said all that to me, I’d be in a Lambo right now.”

“This isn’t funny, Jeongin!”

“I know,” he agreed, leaning back on the couch. “But if I don’t laugh, I’ll scream. And I can’t be mad at you for this. Yes, it’s dumb and crazy and scary but-” he cut himself off when he noticed your lip quiver, sitting up straight before looking you in the eye. “I’m only mad it wasn’t me. I mean, there’s tons of jobs out there- none as cushy as Districts- but there are jobs.. and if it falls through? I’ll help you apply to every single one of them, okay?”

You never found the courage to text Hyunjin.

But Jeongin did.

[20:34] Y/N: hey hyunjin. sorry i haven’t had a chance to meet up. been really busy with school and stuff. i’m free this week if you still want to hang out.

“Hang out?” You whine as you snatch your phone back off of him, in near hysterics as you read over the already delivered text. “Why the fuck would you say ‘hang out’?”

“Well, what was I meant to say? ‘Hey Hyunjin, sorry I ghosted you, wanna fuck?’”

You don’t get a chance to spit out your reply because Hyunjin has.

[20:36] hyunjin: Hey. Please don’t be sorry.

You realise you’re sweating as you rack your brain, thinking of a response when he adds-

[20:37] hyunjin: If you’re free tonight, can you meet me at the Clé Gallery? I’ll meet you at the south garage.

It’s almost half nine when you arrive, Jeongin pulling into the gallery’s garage, gulping as he approaches the security booth. The man gives him and his car one look before he hunches over and eyes you in the passenger seat before asking- “You Y/N?”

“Yes sir”, you say quickly, nodding. He doesn’t say anything else before the gate opens, gesturing for Jeongin to head into the empty lot. “You know,” you mumble as Jeongin winds up the window, moving the car into drive, “I’m kinda glad you insisted on driving now.”

“Right,” Jeongin agrees, both of you ignoring your choice of words. Insisted implies that he gave you a choice in the matter and didn’t hide your car keys before dragging you into his car instead. “Just wanted to make sure I knew where to tell the police to find you.”

“Thanks.” You huff, looking around the dark garage as he pulls into a space beside the only other cars in the empty basement, recognising one. “Make sure you don’t scuff it when you pull out.”

“Don’t you worry about my pull out game,” he jokes, turning off the ignition. “I can’t afford a kid, let alone the paint job on a car like that.” When you don’t respond, he turns to look at you, watching you take deep breaths, resting your head on the stained headrest. “Oi, look at me.” When you ignore him, he hits your arm, ignoring your yelp. “Look at me!”

“What?”

“You’re gonna be fine,” he assures, glaring when you nod like you don’t believe him. “I mean it. You said it yourself, he’s a nice guy, he’s not really.. expecting anything from you. Just take it slow, see how it goes. You’ll be in a gallery, what could even happen? It’s like a date! Imagine you’re on a date! You know how to date, you’ve gone on plenty-”

“Please stop talking.”

“No. Just, don’t be nervous, everything will be fine- oh my God, he’s here.”

And there he is. And God is he fine.

Hyunjin has a knack for making basic look extraordinary. He’s the most dressed down you have ever seen him - in black jeans and a white shirt peeking out beneath his matching black denim jacket. He has a black cap on, his hair pulled back beneath it, sunglasses perched atop his head, a black mask hooked around his ears.

You can barely see his face and you’re still reeling. His eyes look warm. Tired, but warm.

You move to get out of the car when Jeongin stops you by lowering the window down on your side, making Hyunjin lean down. When he goes to rest his arm on the car door to greet you both, Jeongin yells- “Hey! Watch the paint!”

“Can you not?” You groan quietly, turning to Hyunjin when he laughs, hands raised in apology. “Pay no attention to him.”

“It’s hard not to,” Hyunjin quips, laughing harder when Jeongin gasps.

“Oh? So you’ve got jokes now?” Jeongin reels as he looks over Hyunjin’s shoulder asking- “What? No muscle today?”

“Changbin?” Hyunjin asks, pointing his thumb over to the open lift he just arrived in, where Changbin’s masked yet stoic figure remains. “Where I go, he goes.”

“Good to know,” Jeongin nods, slamming his arm down on your shoulder before squeezing. “At least I know she’ll be safe.”

It’s quiet when you hit him, holding back a laugh when you see Jeongin’s brows knit, making you follow his gaze to Hyunjin’s suddenly serious face. You think he may have taken the joke wrong when he speaks, slowly- “I’d never let anything happen to her.

“I promise you that.”

He says the latter part to you, seeing the words sink in in real time.

It’s quiet for a moment longer when you nod awkwardly, slapping your hands on your knees before announcing- “On that note.”

When you go to remove your seatbelt, you miss the nod Jeongin gives him, the two sharing a moment you would have preferred seeing Jeongin scratch the Rolls beside you than witness. Thankfully, you’re none the wiser, whispering your thanks when Hyunjin opens your door for you, before he makes a point of closing it as gently as possible.

“I want her home by eleven-”

“Bye, Jeongin!”

And with that, and some very careful reversing, manoeuvring, and a playful wave at Changbin, he’s gone.

“I think he likes me.” Hyunjin says suddenly, almost proud.

“I don’t know if that’s a good thing,” you sigh, moving to walk towards the elevator before you realise he’s not beside you. Turning, you find him standing still behind you, looking awkwardly between you and the elevator. “What is it?”

“Uh, nothing, I just-” you don’t say it, but it always feels like something with Hyunjin. So you just wait patiently, watching as he pieces the words together before he finishes. “We won’t be alone up there.”

“I know,” you nod. “Where you go, he goes-”

“No, not Changbin,” he corrects, forgetting him completely. Which must be easy, it’s easy to forget one’s shadow. “I mean other people as well.”

“I have to meet people?” You blanch, looking down at your denim skirt and t-shirt. “Is it like an event? If you’d said-”

“No, no! It’s nothing like that. There’s just staff and security.” He rushes, relieved as your panic visibly subsides. He takes a breath then, and a slow step, closing about a foot of the space separating you. “I just wanted to say it’s good to see you again.. and I’m glad you came.”

“Oh,” you sigh, watching his eyes moon, imagining his lips pulling slightly at the sides. “It’s good to see you too.” You breathe, pinching the hem of his jacket. “You look nice.”

“I do?” He asks, looking down at his unusual attire. “I just- If I knew I’d see you I would’ve-”

“Would’ve what?” You ask, confused. “Don’t say you would’ve dressed up.”

“Why not?” He laughs, pushing your shoulder slightly when you roll your eyes. “What’s wrong with that?”

“I like you like this,” you admit, watching as a flush creeps up his neck and disappears behind his mask. “It suits you.”

“Thank you.” He says, earnestly. “You look pretty.”

“Oh, here we go.”

“What?”

“Are we gonna spend all night in this parking garage or is there something else you wanna bore me with?” He laughs when you walk off, following you into the elevator. “Hi Changbin.”

“Miss Y/L/N.” That’s all you get out of Changbin, his next words directed at Hyunjin- “Which floor, sir?”

“Fourth, please.”

It’s silent as you head up, the two of you standing behind Changbin, your eyes counting the floors as you feel Hyunjin’s eyes flit to you as you all ascend to the fourth floor of the building. If there’s something he wanted to say to you, you don’t get to hear it before the elevator announces your arrival, the doors opening on the third gallery floor.

“After you,” he offers, letting you follow Changbin out onto the level.

You knew little about the Clé Gallery besides it acting as a centre to the metropolis. You had been to the gallery a few times since moving to the city you had come to call home. You and your friends had spent many a drunken night on the marble steps that surround the north entrance, Jisung hurling over a ledge as Jeongin filmed him, you and Felix singing into the night. You’d never been inside, the entry fee a quick deterrent to many students, even with the discount, and as a lover of art in its more exciting form of animation, there’s nothing the gallery famous for its modern art has to offer you, bar a fun place to drink the night away.

“Have you visited the gallery before?” Hyunjin asks after a few seconds, nodding at Changbin who stands still as you both wander around, the bodyguard lingering a few careful feet away. When you shake your head he nods. “Not a fan of art?”

“Not unless it’s moving,” you laugh, a little bashful. “I don’t think it’s boring. I guess I just don’t.. get it?”

“A lot of people say that,” he says as he nods in understanding, hands clasped behind his back. “It’s not for everyone.”

“I take it you’re a fan?” You ask, watching his head bounce, a small smile taking his lips. “What do you like about it?”

“It depends..” he hums, almost wistfully. “If it tells a story, if it just looks nice.”

“What’s your favourite?” You wonder, smiling at a less stoic but just as built security guard.

When Hyunjin just shrugs, pulling his cap down a bit lower, you look back to the man before laughing, the sudden sound forcing his questioning gaze back to you.

“I take it you’re famous around here?”

“Kind of,” he laughs, giving nothing away.

“Well, you look more famous dressed like that than you do every other time I’ve seen you,” you note, grinning when he tilts his head. “You come here a lot?”

“Every chance I get.” You can see his grin in his eyes, his eyes wandering over the gallery walls as you pass each piece. Part of you wants him to take the mask off, to let you see him enjoy what he evidently enjoys so much. But then you hear something behind you, the security guard from a moment ago speaking with Changbin before the two enter the same elevator you just left. When you turn back, you see it’s gone. The mask. And there he really is, his plump lips puffed as he fans himself, saying- “It’s awful in this thing.”

“Why’d you take it off?”

He tilts his head toward the corner of the room, letting your eyes follow before he speaks- “When I’m here, Changbin’s head of security. He can watch me through the CCTV from the floor above.” It takes a second for it to register. You think Hyunjin sees it too as your eyes widen. “My dad once owned a majority of shares in the gallery until I was eighteen, then he ‘gifted’ those shares to me.”

“You-” You’re no fan of art, but it doesn’t take a genius to know just how valuable art truly is. “You own the gallery?”

“Part of it.” He rushes, a little embarrassed. “I reckon he was giving me something to keep me here.. I got it just after Yeji left,” he says wistfully, pointing at the plaque above the door, reading ‘The Yeji Gallery’. “She hates that I did that, she thinks it’s pretentious,” he cackles, the sound definitely the sweetest you’ve ever heard from him. “But yeah.”

“Did you pick the pieces in here?” When he nods, you look around, recognising a few, unfamiliar with far more. “All of them?”

“Not all of them,” he says, pointing at a piece beneath the plaque before leading you to it. It’s a cloudy landscape with a road, a grassy, trodden path between two rows of trees, all beaten by wind and travel, the thinning leaves and branches thickening as you journey up. You’re not sure how long you’re meant to look at it, one of the things you always hated about field trips to your hometown’s gallery. So naturally, your eyes fall to the display card, Hyunjin gladly taking its place. “It’s her favourite: The Avenue at Middelharnis by Hobbema. He was a Dutch artist in the seventeenth century.”

“She.. bought it for you?”

“No,” he grins, shaking his head. “She hates the idea. Made me swear not to buy anything, just get it on loan. I like to think it was payback for the room, putting a Golden Age painting in a Modern Art gallery.”

“Right,” you hum, looking around. “I mean, it doesn’t really fit in here.”

“She knew that.” He sighs, looking at it again, pointing at a figure on the path. “I like it though. I imagine that’s her sometimes, walking down a European street, exploring.”

“Who says it isn’t?” He looks at you then, playful confusion on his face. “Art is subjective.”

“To an extent,” he laughs, bravely taking your hand to lead you to another piece. “I took a few liberties with this one,” he whispers as you look it over, eyes glued to the red head, her hands raised skyward, jewel toned flowers surrounding her as she floats down the picturesque bank. “That’s Ophelia.”

“As in, from Hamlet?” You whisper, your immediate thought to cringe at the way the clothes must feel on her skin before you remember. “Is she dead?”

“Mhm,” he hums, his hand still clinging to yours as your eyes return to her face, the lifelessness in her eyes, her hands possibly upturned to God. “Artists have always loved Ophelia, the tragedy that took her life. I think only two Pre-Raphaelites captured her really well. Waterhouse always painted her alive, I think moments before death, or before her father died. But Millais decided on this take.”

“Art has never been kind to women, has it?”

“No,” he muses, looking over his shoulder at another piece before explaining, “there has been a lot of debate about the pay for women who modelled, the conditions they were subjected to.” You feel him squeeze your hand then. Turning, you see a lingering excitement in his gaze as he nods his head behind him. “People like Picasso, Manet.. Even Rivera. They weren’t the nicest to their models. A lot of artists today hate the term ‘muse’.” He tells you, bringing you before a painting you’re proud to say you recognise. “Dali was big on it though.”

“And obnoxious titles apparently,” you mutter, heart hammering as you feel Hyunjin settle behind you, his chin resting atop your shoulder, cheek pressed to the fabric of your t-shirt to better see the painting. “‘Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee Around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening’, does anyone remember all that?”

“Most people just call in ‘Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee’.” He laughs, pointing over your shoulder, “When I was younger, I wanted to get the tigers tattooed-”

“You did?” You gasp, turning around to stare at him. “Why didn’t you?”

“Didn’t feel complete,” he says with a simple shrug, pushing you both closer before turning you to see the rest, “they’re coming out of the rockfish, which is coming out of the pomegranate, then the bee.. there’s too much to just take a part of it. Dali wouldn’t want that.”

“I see your point,” you hum, laughing to yourself at his loyalty to a man who died years before he was ever conceived. Letting yourself lean back, you feel him hold you, unthinking as he wraps his arms around you, his firm body pressed to your back. You suddenly picture the image on him. The tigers, the fish, the fruit, the bee, tainting him. “Dali was Spanish right?”

“Yes,” he says, unknowingly answering your next unspoken ask. “The Prado in Madrid loaned this to us.”

“What happens when someone flies all the way to Madrid to see it, just to find it’s not there?”

“I think Yeji would like you.” He says with a huff, grinning when you giggle. “I do feel guilty about that sometimes, wondering how I would feel if I flew halfway across the world just for the painting to be on loan.. but then I think of all the people here who wouldn’t have seen it if I hadn’t requested it.”

“That’s sweet,” you mumble, “I’m glad your generosity extends to the general public.”

“Har har.” Poking your side, he turns you around, watching you frown. “What is it?”

“This might sound dumb..”

“You’re not dumb.” It’s unnecessarily stern, enough to make you laugh.

“I said it might sound dumb,” you repeat, emphasising the word before you grow shy. You have to force the next words out. “How do you even go about it? Buying, renting.. whatever-ing a painting?”

You decide you really like Hyunjin like this, words easily pouring out of him as he explains, pulling you over to a nearby leather upholstered bench, taking you through his day to day. It surprises you how involved he is in the process, revealing a lot of his work here is in his own time, work he refused to delegate to another as his father had wrongly assumed he might.

It’s hard to ignore the love that emanates from him, his animated gestures, his hands pointing to different paintings as he rambles- no, gushes about the joy he draws from the art world. However, what is even harder to ignore is the fact that the Hwang’s wealth isn’t limited to paper money, or even digital currency.. it extends into infrastructure, investment and maybe the most valuable of all: ingenuity.

You tried to listen, you did, but it's hardest to ignore how perfect he looks in this setting, how right he looks. Dressed down, relaxed, happy. The way his lips move around the words, his pearly teeth revealing with every smile, his tongue lapping at them with every anecdote.

“This may sound silly-”

“You’re not silly, Hyunjin.”

“You've taken up comedy in your spare time I see-” you nearly cringe at his likeness to your best friend at that moment, your fist meeting his arm before you can stop yourself. He just grins. “It sounds silly, but there’s a lot you can put a price on. Creativity isn’t one. It doesn’t- transfer over, not like a business or an investment. It dies with its maker.”

“Is that why you like it?” You ask, wondering when you’d started playing with the rings adorning his fingers. He allows you though, his hand open and fingers outstretched in your lap. “Art? Do you like it because it ends with them? It can’t be remade?”

“Yes, exactly.” He breathes, frowning only slightly, before looking over your shoulder. “Come here.” His hand latches to yours, guiding you to a door in the far corner of the room. Sliding a pass over a keypad, when you enter, you quietly watch as people greet him, tiny bows of their heads met with even deeper bows from Hyunjin. You note your hand still in his, moving to retract it when he holds it tighter. You want to feel awkward, but in this space, people seem to regard you the same as him. As his guest. As his equal. As they clear the room, he turns to you, watching you watch them leave. “This room is where scientists work on all the pieces.”

“Work on them?” You ask, clearly puzzled. “As in, they alter them?”

“Not exactly,” he hums, leading you over to a random work space, careful to stand clear of the covered surface. The room is a lot darker than Yeji’s Gallery, a bit cooler even. “It’s called conservation. They sit in here, and literally work day in and day out to preserve every piece in this gallery. With every piece, they send over their own scientists to keep an eye on it, make sure it’s not over exposed to heat, or light. Be it a bust, a painting, a drawing, a sketch. It’s all conserved here.”

“Because once it’s gone-”

“It’s gone.”

“Isn’t that how it should be though?” You wonder, turning to look at him. “I mean, nothing is meant to last forever?”

Hyunjin just looks at you for a moment before he smiles.

‘I am a hwang. I am a drop of the sun. I’m resilient, independent, and eternal.’

“You asked me what my favourite piece was..” he recalls suddenly, voice just above a whisper. “I didn’t know if you’d want to see it.. it’s a bit graphic,” he warns, nodding when you shrug before guiding you around the work space, bringing you to a tall wall of metal drawers. He leaves you to hit a few light switches and turn a few dials, instantly bringing the room to a lower temperature before he opens one of the infinite drawers from memory alone. “It’s a Goya.”

When he opens the drawer, you frown, less perturbed than you expected to be, but confused all the same. “This one’s your favourite?”

“Mhm,” he hums, chewing his lip. “It was the hardest to get here. I didn’t think they’d ever accept, it took a lot of work.”

“How did you change their mind?” There's only a few times you’ve seen Hyunjin look smug. When he teased you and Jeongin earlier tonight might have been the first. But this time, in his element, in his department, in his arena? You can’t say you have seen anything that rivals it all night. You quickly collect yourself, rolling your eyes. “What a charmer.”

“I don’t know.. I couldn’t get them to let me have it for as long as I’d like as it’s part of a series, and they wouldn’t lend us all of it.” He sighs, and while the words seem despondent, when he looks down at it, his face is euphoric. “But I still count this as a win.”

“When did it get here?”

“Tonight.” He announces, grinning when he sees you frown. “Yourself, Changbin and I are the only people besides the team who have seen it.”

At this, you nod, watching him take a step back, letting you take his place.

It should repulse you. The large, dirty grey haired man- titan, Hyunjin corrects- with bulging eyes, his mouth agape, consuming what at first looks like a bloodied bone, before your eyes travel down, seeing the bare legs of a lifeless body. It doesn’t repulse you. It confuses you.

“What is it?”

“Saturn..” he whispers, teeth pulling at his lip as he adds- “Devouring his son.”

You turn to him at that. “His son?”

“When he painted the Black Paintings, Goya was in a dark place. Spain was in the middle of the Napoleonic Wars, and his work took a dark turn, both aesthetically and literally. Saturn was fearful of being usurped by his children, so he did what the Gods did back then.”

“They ate them?”

“Well,” he laughs, looking at your horrified face. “Killed them, but yes. He ate him.”

“And it’s your favourite?” You ask again, watching him nod slowly, his eyes still glued to the painting.

You never got art.

Be it visual or literary. How one could be so pretentious about paint on parchment, or pen on paper. How someone could devote their entire life to critiquing it, selling it, buying it, collecting it- or, as you learned tonight- spending every second of their free time pleading with Spanish gallery directors and trustees for the chance to look at a piece by a nineteenth century war time artist who portrayed the darkest parts of his fears in the form of familial cannibalism.

But that didn’t mean it wasn’t beautiful. No matter how strange, or morbid, or grotesque, you find it in you to try and find beauty and meaning in the macabre, even for a little bit. Because to understand Goya’s Saturn was to understand Hyunjin. His fear of responsibility, his repulsion for his lineage. How he didn’t see it as scary or ugly but relieving. How he wasn’t so much entertained by the painting but rather inspired, maybe even jealous. Hyunjin didn’t want to consume or be consumed, he wanted to live, to be free. And while it might frighten you to think he envied Saturn’s son, you remember what he has shown you tonight. That he wants this life, one surrounded by art he adores by people who are no more. He doesn’t want to live forever.

In the few times you’ve spoken to him, it was easy to see Hyunjin didn’t know how to tell you what he really wanted. Not for lack of want, but lack of words. He knew what he wanted. He wanted to be free, to forget he was a Hwang, a drop of the sun, something eternal.

Hyunjin didn’t want to be devoured by his father - unless that was the only way to be free.

You never got art. You think you do now.

“You’re the son,” you whisper, watching his eyes gleam.

“Art is subjective,” he reminds, closing the drawer, adjusting the settings of the room before heading to a door in the back, waiting for you to follow. “Shall we?”

When he opens it, you’re in an office. It isn’t massive, but it is lavish. Warm tones cover the room from the ground to the ceiling, a tidy, polished oak desk, a cream leather seat behind it, a brown throw strewn across a matching leather couch in front of a large television.

“This your office?” When he nods, you nod too. “It’s nice.”

“Changbin will be happy to hear that,” he smiles, taking off his jacket before heading to the mini fridge. “Until a few months ago, it was just a box with a desk, he decorated it himself, probably for security reasons but said it’s embarrassing when I have company.”

“Ah,” you sigh, accepting the bottle of water he offers you. You can’t picture it bare, or at least someone of his stature having meetings in an unfurnished box room. “So you bring all the girls here then?”

You realise Hyunjin isn’t really one for jokes, his head turning to you as you hide behind your bottle, chugging far more water than you need.

“I-I don’t bring anyone here,” he admits, scratching his neck as he leans back against his desk. “It’s perhaps the only thing that is truly mine.”

He’s suddenly pensive, sad even, eyes glued to the dark television screen above your head. You hate that you caused this, overstepping for the second time tonight. Third, if you count Jeongin earlier in the car. So you walk over to him, tilting your head when he looks down, trying to catch his eye. “Hyunjin?” When he looks up, you ask- “Why did you ask me here tonight?” You think you might have to elaborate when he quickly goes to answer, missing the meaning. “As in here, why not somewhere else?”

It might be too loaded a question to ever really answer. The new meaning is too tricky to distinguish.

Did you mean here as in the gallery? Here as in his office? Here as in the one place he feels most at peace? Most himself? Most Hyunjin?

When he swallows, exhaling a shaky sigh, you almost apologise, the words readied on your tongue when he speaks- “I wanted you to see all of me.”

“What do you mean?”

“After that night, at- at your place. I- uh, I did a lot of thinking.” He feels himself heating up, your gaze intense, unwavering as he stutters around his words, failing to think up an explanation that doesn’t make him sound crazy or deluded. But he knows it’s a losing battle. Not when in that gaze is so much warmth, he can’t help but hold onto it, cling to it, crave it. “I thought about how I feel when I’m around you. How I feel- how you make me feel.”

“How do I make you feel?”

“Loved.”

He hears your breath catch in your throat, and he fears the worst. Fears you’ll bolt out of here, turned off by the feelings he can’t help but feel around you. Because even he fears what he’s feeling, this overwhelming desire to give his whole self to you, for you to take all the best and all the worst parts of him and reduce them to nothing. To see right through him like he painfully did you.

“I left that night feeling guilty. About asking you all those things, offering all those things, using it all against you-” when you open your mouth to retort, to defend, he rushes- “I know you won’t agree- that you don’t agree. But that’s how I felt. And I just thought, what if you had asked me those things, things that terrified me, things I worry about everyday and night. Would I have told you?

“And I realised I would.” He says firmly, decided. “I realised I’d give you anything if you asked for it.”

“I never wanted anything.” You defend, a sharpness to your tone. “I told you that.”

“I know,” he whispers as he leans forward, your glare softening into a frown, frown softening into a gaze, gaze fluttering as he hovers over your mouth, breathing- “That’s why I’m giving it to you.”

Is it weird to think of Jeongin now? The thanks you owe him for snatching your phone off of you, unlocking it and texting Hyunjin earlier tonight? Or to think of all the ways he’ll hold this over your head for as long as you both shall live? For being right about Hyunjin?

It might be weird, but it’s easy to push him aside as Hyunjin’s lips cover yours, a sudden need for you filling him, taking over his every urge as he kisses you softly, practically purring when you pull him down into you, his body melting against you as you scratch along his nape, lulling his mouth open with gentle strokes, your tongue slipping between.

Snippets of your first night together peek through, his hands still shaking but more sure of themselves as he guides yours to his jacket, his wordless ask answered as you slowly peel it off of him, letting it fall on the desk then floor. You feel him whine as your palms run down his chest, and up, chasing your lips when you retreat, eyeing his buttons as you unhook them. When you look up, you almost gasp. The pure hunger in his eyes, his small pants, his daze.

When he tries to lean back in, you laugh- “Let me get this off of you first.”

“Just take it off.”

“I’ll pop the buttons-”

“I don’t care.” He whines, his head in your neck, panting. “I-I need you,” he whispers, heart racing as he presses himself to you. “Please.”

The clang of his buttons hitting the floor ring through the room as you tear his shirt off, your lips meeting in a clash, his hands clinging to your hips.

It’s a mess. His tongue lapping at your teeth, hands gathering your skirt, fingers inching toward the gap between your thighs. This last month apart unravels into a hot, filthy mess as he turns you, lifting you onto his desk before his lips close over your mound, his eyes finding yours as je laps at the skin, his rolling back as he takes you between his teeth, rolling his hips against your heat.

He kisses a path up the valley, up your throat and jaw before hovering over your lips, catching his breath as he watches you unbutton his jeans, envious of your steady hands.

“You okay?” When he just squeezes his eyes shut and nods, you pause, raising a hand to his cheek, guiding his face to you. “Hyunjin-”

“I’m okay.” Taking your hand from his cheek, he hooks his pinky with yours, instead kissing your fist in his haste. “Just missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you confess, pecking his lips before dropping your hand to unzip him.

“Then-” when you pinch at the waistband of his drawers, he swallows, his eyes dropping to the motion. “Why didn’t you call?”

“I-” you stop yourself then, hands moving to the soft skin of his waist, realising your spiral the last two weeks wasn’t one you had to spend alone. It wasn’t yours alone. “I was scared.”

“Of me?” He asks, frowning.

“No,” you say firmly, rubbing his skin gently. “Just- of everything.”

He nods then. You think he understands. “Are you still scared?”

“No,” you repeat, releasing a deep breath as you shuffle forward, pushing his pants and drawers down in one go, grinning when he shivers, eyes glued to yours. “Not anymore.”

He nods again, trembling when your hand closes around him, fist pumping him a few times, thumb gliding along his leaking tip. His eyes glaze as your lips move, the words forming in his head before they ever leave your mouth.

“What do you want?”

What do I want?

“You.”

“Then have me.”

It’s seconds before he enters you. His fingers dragging your damp panties down your thighs before he pulls you towards him, your bare legs gliding along the polished desk, his cock drawing a line up your folds. He sighs when you moan, his tip circling your clit slowly, his eyes caught on the way you chew your lip before he sinks in, his throat closing as you squeeze around him.

He rests his chin on your shoulder, an arm looped around your waist, holding you against him, his lips pressed to your ear. “I dreamt about this,” he groans, hips slow, steady as he pulls out before pressing all the way in, skin aflame as he engulfs himself in you. “Almost every night.”

“Almost?” You try to joke, breath catching as he bottoms out, your thighs spread almost painfully as he hits a spot that has your nails digging into him. “W-what about the rest?”

“Still you,” he mumbles, forcing words out as he builds up a pace, enjoying how your walls tighten around him with every stroke. “Always you.”

“Yeah?” When he nods, you gather his face in your hands, let your fingers comb through his hair as his hat falls, his jaw swung open as you wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer. You just stare at each other, his breaths shortening with every tug, hands pressed to the desk, forehead pressed to yours. “You feel so good, Jinnie.”

“You feel-” he wants to say better, but it isn’t enough and all the other words get lost when you kiss him. It’s unlike any other. It’s slow, careful, loving. You make him feel loved. And it too feels unlike any other. Because in a literal sense, Hyunjin has felt love. From Yeji, from Changbin. From his chef and his assistant. Hyunjin has people in his life who love him. But Hyunjin never thought he’d feel this. Feel wanted, feel.. love. Better isn’t enough. “Fuck, I’m-”

“Shh, it’s okay,” you whisper, pecking his lips a few times as you squeeze around him, your arms, your legs, your heat. It’s too much, the warmth pouring through him as you meet his strokes, slow raises of your hips as you lure his orgasm from him. When he moans, hands clinging to your hips, his lips finding yours, you feel his thrusts intensify before the crash, his hips snapping to a quick stop as he shakes, his groan pouring out into your mouth as you take it, milking him as he cums into you, your lips peck his open mouth. His comedown is intense, his slick forehead pressed to your neck as he pants, one hand still clinging to you as the other snakes between your legs. “Hey,” you whisper, shaking your head, “this is about you, don’t worry about me.”

“It’s about both of us.” He reminds you, his pout kissing your smiling lips, “Let me.”

“I will,” you sigh, “I just wanna go home now.”

“What?” He asks, his frown staining the smooth, slick skin of his forehead.

“With you, silly.” You correct, rubbing a thumb over his cheek. “Okay?”

He nods before you glare, making him smile. “I thought I wasn’t silly?”

When you just shrug, kissing him again, he just grins, kissing you back. It’s silent for a moment before you feel him tense, his back straightening as he looks up over your shoulder.

“What?” When he doesn’t say anything, and just stares, you follow his gaze. “What is it-”

Where I go, he goes.

He can watch me through the CCTV from the floor above.

He decorated it himself, probably for security reasons.

Jeongin might have been right about Hyunjin, but you weren’t. Maybe he was silly. Maybe you don’t care.

a/n: Here’s a list of the art mentioned in order for anyone interestedddd:

The Avenue at Middelharnis (1689) by Meindert Hobbema

Ophelia (1851-52) by John Everett Millais

The flight of a bee around a pomegranate (1944) by Salvador Dali

Saturn Devouring His Son (1820-23) by Fransisco Goya (part of the Black Paintings series)

The Kiss (1907-08) by Gustav Klimt

[jenoismydad]

nct dream when they have to help you put the hook of your bikini- bra or whatever top you were wearing

idk what to even say about these...no smut for jisung’s btw...hope u like it :)

Pairing: NCT Dream x Reader

Genre: Reaction, Suggestive, Crack?

Words: 833

Warnings: this is a joke

-:-

NCT Dream Helping You *read the ask*

Mark

You guys had just gotten back from a fun night out.

So you were actually undressing.

You couldn’t reach the zip of your dress so you asked Mark to help you out.

Of course he came to the rescue, more than willing to assist you with your problem.

However when he pulled the zip down and realised that you hadn’t been wearing anything else inside, he froze.

Something about it made him feel all warm and fuzzy...and not in a cute way.

He’s just standing behind you, staring at your bare back, thoughts running wild.

It isn’t until you call his name that he snaps out of his reverie and meets your gaze with wide eyes.

The sight affects him more than he’d like to admit.

Watch him waking you up in the middle of the night because he just can’t hold himself back anymore.

Needy midnight sex with Mark...must I say anything more?

Renjun

You’d just gotten out of the shower and you were getting dressed when all of a sudden your bra unhooked all by itself.

Gasping, you tried to reach behind and join it together.

But no matter how hard you tried, it just wouldn’t work.

So you called Renjun and asked him to help you out.

He couldn’t contain the slight smirk that played at his lips when he saw you.

Nonetheless he wordlessly hooked your bra for you, not forgetting to give you a rather suggestive glance before leaving the room.

Did you both proceed to have sex on the couch after that? Yes. Yes you did.

Jeno

You were doing it on purpose.

Cause you wanted to turn him on.

But he always knows what you’re up to so obviously he just played along.

He wasn’t gonna let you take advantage of him like that you horny hoe.

So anyways you were like trying on your bikinis or whatever, making sure that they were all good to go for the summer.

Every time you needed something to be tied or unhooked you kept going to him for it.

He just wasn’t phased by your antics.

Lol better luck next time y/n.

Moral of the story is: if you want Jeno to fuck you, all you have to do is ask.

Haechan

You went shopping with him.

You were trying on some bras, lingerie or whatever and he was there to review them.

The job he’d been tasked with was harder for him to carry out than he’d imagined.

He wanted to scream.

How was he possibly supposed to contain himself when you were out here looking like that.

It was practically torture.

Just when he thought it was over, you asked him to help you hook up one of the bras you’d tried on.

His hands were shaking okay.

Self control was not coming to him easily in that moment.

And then, to make matters worse, you faced him.

And now he couldn’t take his eyes off of your tits.

Did you suck him off right then and there?

Yes. Yes you did.

Jaemin

You guys were getting ready to go out.

And he was just sitting there, watching you dress up, admiring your beauty and all.

He realised that you hadn’t zipped up your dress yet so he asked if he could do it for you.

Of course you let him.

Mans took his sweet time, trailing a finger down your back and shit.

And you’re just staring at him through the mirror like “yo wtf r u up to rn?”

Now you don’t know if he had an ulterior motive or not.

And you end up thinking about it the entire night.

Eventually you ask him cause you know you won’t be able to sleep without finding out.

This dude is messing with you so bad.

He’s like “if you think it meant something then maybe it did.” and “if you want it to mean something then it can.”

Fucking tease

Chenle

You asked him to zip up your dress right.

And this bitch was really about to say “do it yourself” until he realised that he could just use it as an opportunity to annoy you.

So he arrives and zips your dress up, only to pull the zip all the way back down again.

As the cherry on top, he also unhooks your bra, sends you a shameless wink and proceeds to gtfo.

Why is he such a pain in the ass.

Jisung

You both were out in the park when a cold breeze began blowing all of a sudden.

Not wanting to freeze to death, you decided to zip your jacket up.

But for some reason, it was jammed and no matter how hard you tried to pull it, it just wouldn’t budge.

Noticing this, Jisung took the ends of your jacket in his own hands and effortlessly pulled the zip up in one go.

He gave you a small smile and booped your nose, taking you hands in his to keep them warm.

🥲

[jwihoon]

someone help the poor kid

[notnctu]

7 days: dream series ♥ [DISCONTINUED]

welcome to the realm of sugary shy looks and bursting stirs of butterflies in stomachs. here lies a fluff series of yearning for a secret love! we’ve all had it before, a manifest of infatuation for a what if? Counting down days of possible love confessions and silly, yet embarrassing moments that will mark first impressions. and wondering: maybe we could happen...

a nct dream fluff series ♥´･ᴗ･`♥

genre ❥ fluff, maybe some angst, vaguely happy endings

details ❥ crush!au, highschool!au, college!au, a sweet series where dreamies either have a crush or someone has a crush on them, slice of life? 

warnings ❥ swearing, that’s all i have for now lol its pretty pg, this will be continuously updated once i start writing

a/n ❥ this is author doie ❀!! stories are NOT connected. i clearly love to make series lmao so i decided im going to make a series based off of each song in the RELOAD album haha so keep an eye out for future series. also 7 days is one my fav nct songs & i had to write something as sweet as that song. dont worry, the ridin’ club is my top priority! but i need to take breaks between writing y/n fucking 00line LOL i can only drown in so much dick. taglist is open! pls reply/send an ask to lmk if you want to be a part of it :)

MATCHMAKER - lee haechan

“I think you two would look good together.”

“But is that something you really believe?”

━ details: where haechan has the fattest crush on you, but so does his friend.

━ warnings: explicit language, light banter

━ synopsis: Haechan’s secret crush on you backfires when he finds out that his own friend wants to pursue you, with his help. Since he’s a better friend than he would be a potential lover, he pushes aside his feelings to set you and his friend together. But he can’t ignore them for too long when he sees his own reflection in your eyes whenever you look at him or the brief moments your fingertips have grazed against one another. He regrets playing matchmaker and hopes that you don’t notice his lingering stares and the heavy beating of his heart. 

━ status: reject

OPPOSITES ATTRACT - lee jeno

“Every person I’ve dated before has been very different from me.”

“ha ha! you know what they say, opposites attract...” 

━ details: where you and jeno are similar in every way possible.

━ warnings: anticipating none

━ synopsis: Jeno rides your same exact wavelength, down to every small detail. Growing up in the same neighborhood, attended the same high school, sharing the same birthday, apparently sharing a cat allergy, being in the same major, and having practically the same favorites, you two finally cross paths in a psychology class about love and attraction. The irritating saying, “opposites attract”, has your small crush on the boy in low spirits. But the very moment your psychology professor debunks its credibility, your heart soars with a hope that Jeno could like you back. 

━ status: reject

CUPID’S ARROW - huang renjun

“Cupid has made you into a fool for your crush.”

“He’s made me into a bigger one for thinking I could get my crush to like me back.”

━ details: where renjun makes a bet to get you to fall in love with him.

━ warnings: explicit language, light banter

━ synopsis: The silly boy has no idea what he’s gotten himself into when he makes a bet with his arrogant friend to get you to fall in love with him. Renjun never intends to confess, mainly because his past unrequited loves have demolished his confidence. So a low stakes gamble causes him a great deal of stress and pride, wishing that it was as easy as striking you with Cupid’s Arrow. While he wants your feelings to develop organically, he actually doesn’t know what he’d do if you did end up liking him back. Because to him, you have always been someone unattainable and out of his reach.

━ status: confess!

HIT MY LINE - na jaemin 

“First rule: don’t develop feelings.”

“Second rule: don’t break rule number one.”

━ details: where you break the first rule of being friends with benefits.

━ warnings: mentions of fucking, explicit language

━ synopsis: Jaemin started out as a good friend, one who shared the commonality of a disastrous break up with their long term partner. So, you two vowed to stay single and go through the ‘hoe phase’ all your single friends suggested. But hooking up with each other became a consistent occurrence and rather exclusive. Boundaries had to be made clear once you two established the want of continuing your mutual lust. Nevertheless, through his lovely comments in bed, the cute pet names he calls you, and every fucking sweet implication, you’ve fallen head over heels for your friends with benefits. 

━ status: reject

VALENTINE’S DAY - zhong chenle

“You’re probably going to get a lot of gifts on Valentine’s Day.”

“Yeah, but none of them will be anything special to me.”

━ details: where chenle knows you’re lactose intolerant and have a flower allergy.

━ warnings: none

━ synopsis: Chenle is assigned as your partner for an end of the year group project, without any knowledge of the small infatuation he already has for you. While you two have never exchanged more than a few words, Chenle sees this as the perfect opportunity to get to know your heart. As Valentine’s Day approaches, the young boy has to figure out a memorable way to confess. All the typical gifts are thrown out the window once he learns that you’re allergic to dairy and flowers, and your forgetfulness leaves stuffed animals stranded. You don’t make it easy for him, but that’s one of the many reasons he’s completely whipped for you.

━ status: reject

P.S. I LOVE YOU - park jisung

“This looks a little bit like your handwriting.”

“As if I’d ever write about how your eyes twinkle with star light.”

━ details: where jisung is unaware that you’re the one leaving letters in his locker.

━ warnings: none

━ synopsis: Jisung has been your childhood best friend for your whole life. And you’re close enough to the point where people think that you’re actual relatives. While you have no clue how he feels about you, it hasn’t stopped your heart from loving him ever since the first time he tied your shoes. Park Jisung is your first and only crush, there has been no other clumsy boy to steal your heart away. Before the end of your Senior Year, you plan to tell him how you feel. However, you leave out one important detail in your love letters to him: your identity. 

━ status: reject

[memesols]

Ways to Describe NCT

1). Taeyong, Kun, and their 19 dumbass children

2). WinWin and his twenty boyfriends

3). The Proud Parents of Future President Zhong Chenle

4). The Reason Kun will have grey hair before he is thirty

5). The Reason Taeyong will be bald before he is thirty

6). Park Jisung Love and Protection Squad

7). Kim Doyoung's Offical Tormentors

8). Johnny Suh and his Bros™️

9). The Chaotic Gay Alignment

10). The Dumbass Gay Alignment

11). The Offical WinWin Fanclub

12). Haechan's Very Tired Babysitters

13). The reason Huang Renjun is questioning his life choices

14). Roasting Mark Lee’s Entire Existence Squad

15). Ten & His Hoes

16). Confident Gay vs Panicked Gay meme

17). The people who like to sabotage JSMR

18). Jung Jaehyun and all his lovers

19). A small perentage of the boys that Kim Jungwoo has flirted with

20). People whose names confuse Wong Yukhei

21). EXO's ultimate fanboys

22). The Junguwu Appreciation Society

23). Neo Confused Technology

24). Neo Crackhead Technology

25). Walking Meme

26). What even is the Korean language

27). The only males Irene tolerates

28). Unable to say the word sex despite writing multiple songs and lyrics about it

29). YangYang’s next victims

30). Students at Johnny Suh’s English School

Feel free to add more

[planettaeil]

Jisung: awe dangle it! I burned my finger!

Taeyong: Go to Taeil. He knows what to do.

Taeil: *grabs Jisung's finger*

Taeil: APADO GWAENCHANHA SARANGHAGI TAEMUNE IJEURYEO DORASEO BWADO GASEUMI NEOL CHAJAGAAAAA

Jisung:

Taeyong:

Taeyong: I meant to say Doyoung, actually.

[inter-stellar-jyp]

What was the worst Valentine’s Day you’ve ever had? for all of the members

˚ ₊‧ ୨: ̲̅: ̲̅:☆: ̲̅: ̲̅:୧ ‧₊˚ incoming message from: nova !! ˚ ₊‧ ୨: ̲̅: ̲̅:☆: ̲̅: ̲̅:୧ ‧₊˚

“i think the worst was when i was in ioi. i was dumb and had a kind of secret relationship with one of our managers. he took me to this stunning restaurant for valentine’s but when he took me home his ex-wife was there waiting for him with their child wanting to get back together. i’ve never felt so shit in my life. like not only was i fucking my manger and lowkey getting better treatment because of it i felt like i broke up a family. having come from a broken home that was my last wish and so i blocked him. i just went home and sobbed my eyes out for like 3 weeks.”

˚ ₊‧ ୨: ̲̅: ̲̅:☆: ̲̅: ̲̅:୧ ‧₊˚ incoming message from:haeun !!˚ ₊‧ ୨: ̲̅: ̲̅:☆: ̲̅: ̲̅:୧ ‧₊˚

“i’m about to sound really cheesy but it would probably have to be the valentines i spent separated from mark. we broke up just after he debuted and got too busy touring and stuff. it was really hard because even before we dated we were close friends so not having him around kind of broke me. i literally never want to spend a valentine’s day apart from him ever again he’s my loooove~~~~ hahah.”

˚ ₊‧ ୨: ̲̅: ̲̅:☆: ̲̅: ̲̅:୧ ‧₊˚ incoming message from: mila !! ˚ ₊‧ ୨: ̲̅: ̲̅:☆: ̲̅: ̲̅:୧ ‧₊˚

“i really don’t know. i’ve never been one to make a big deal of valentine’s day and i’ve never been in a relationship so i never had reason to either. i think in high school all is do is buy my friends chocolates nothing special really so it was never bad but never like life changing either? in conclusion i’ve never had a particularly bad valentine’s day.”

˚ ₊‧ ୨: ̲̅: ̲̅:☆: ̲̅: ̲̅:୧ ‧₊˚ incoming message from: kelsi !! ˚ ₊‧ ୨: ̲̅: ̲̅:☆: ̲̅: ̲̅:୧ ‧₊˚

“oh god it was literally this year, i say that every year sadly. but this year i was supposed to see chanyeol , he’s enlisted so obviously it was our last valentine’s day for a while so i made it a big deal. i bought flowers and set up a picnic and i made it so special .... he stood me up. apparently he double booked me and his other side hoes and obviously that fucking broke me. i think that was the real beginning of the end of us.”

˚ ₊‧ ୨: ̲̅: ̲̅:☆: ̲̅: ̲̅:୧ ‧₊˚ incoming message from: cleo !! ˚ ₊‧ ୨: ̲̅: ̲̅:☆: ̲̅: ̲̅:୧ ‧₊˚

“lmao mine isn’t like sad or anything i think it’s hilarious. my worst valentine’s day was when i was a training and i was dating fucking mark lee asdfghjkl. i did not like the kid and the whole day was so awkward and awful. it was before i’d come out and he was really sweet and bought me flowers it and shit but oh my god everytime i think about it i cry laugh. sweet boy just not for me lmao.”

˚ ₊‧ ୨: ̲̅: ̲̅:☆: ̲̅: ̲̅:୧ ‧₊˚ incoming message from: mimi !! ˚ ₊‧ ୨: ̲̅: ̲̅:☆: ̲̅: ̲̅:୧ ‧₊˚

“i was in middle school and some boys decided it would be funny for them to dare their friend to ask me out as a joke. i was so excited i thought a boy finally like me and it really meant a lot to me because i literally thought no one would ever like me.i was so excited to go to the ice cream store with him after school but i heard them all laughing and him saying that asking me out in front of everyone was the most embarrassing thing he ever did. so yeah ... that was traumatic lmao.”

˚ ₊‧ ୨: ̲̅: ̲̅:☆: ̲̅: ̲̅:୧ ‧₊˚ incoming message from: eden !! ˚ ₊‧ ୨: ̲̅: ̲̅:☆: ̲̅: ̲̅:୧ ‧₊˚

“i think it must’ve been last year but it wasn’t even for romantic reasons. last year honeybunch fell apart and the rigging scandal broke out i had just found out that my entire career was a lie. and to top it all off yebin was having a mental break so i couldn’t even go to her for comfort and i kind of just spiraled on my own. park jisung came over to surprise me and i didn’t even realize it was valentine’s day cause i was just miserable.”

˚ ₊‧ ୨: ̲̅: ̲̅:☆: ̲̅: ̲̅:୧ ‧₊˚ incoming message from: taeji !! ˚ ₊‧ ୨: ̲̅: ̲̅:☆: ̲̅: ̲̅:୧ ‧₊˚

“god when i was a trainee i used to be so sad every valentine’s day because i was single and never got valentines. unless it was from somi, jeongin or my sister i never got valentines and it made me feel so undesirable and like gross. i can’t pinpoint one it was just all of my school life until i turned like 17 maybe.”