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luvtak · 1 month ago

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depollute me, gentle angel -`✮´- ljn

the feeling of falling in love has never been so sweet <3

genre/tw jeno x reader!! fluff so sweet it’ll rot your teeth! baby & honey used as petnames, jeno being shy and wonderful and in love, minor dreamies features, kissing, the honeymoon phase personified, gender neutral reader! mostly unedited.

w/c 1217

a/n well its been a minute since i’ve written for one of my dreamies, but i hope you like this one <3 i wrote it quick in the middle of the night, and i hope you can tell, its just the tone this love needs 🫀 please enjoy and let me know if you liked it!!

Jeno has never been in love.

When he was younger he thought he might be, a distant memory of a smile, a slight graze of cold hands. Butterflies in his belly and pink cheeks… but those feelings were always fleeting, a quick rush before the fluttering went away.

No Jeno has never been in love, but he think he might be. Two months ago, you walked up to him in the park, pretty lips drawing up; your smile so dashing he had to return it. That smile turned to a phone number, a phone number to a shared cup of coffee—He can’t believe a question about directions have led you here…

You look so sweet under the streetlight, skin aglow and eyes alight.

The pavement is isolated, no one else but the two of you breathing. His hand urges to hold yours, but he can’t trust his palms not to be clammy; He can’t trust his fingers not to shake or the blood not to rush to his face. He wonders if this is being in love, if the feeling always causes discomfort… he wonders if you feel this way too, if the pads of your fingers ache with the need to touch him, the way his do.

Earlier in the night you’d met his friends, grinning the whole time and telling jokes like you’d known them forever. So beautiful, he thought, like a picture that wasn’t finished until you were painted in.

Jeno knows he probably looked silly and love struck, so obvious in his affection that Hyuck made annoying whipping sounds, and Mark pinched his red hot face.

He couldn’t help but smile thinking about it, his lips lifting so high his eyes become crescents—a perfect picture of joy, so alluring you can’t help but ask,

“What’s got you so happy, baby?”

“Nothing, just glad you liked them is all.”

And you did, you liked Jaemin and his quiet chaos, Jisung and his hesitant happiness at the older boys mischief. Yes, you like them, and how could you not when you see Jeno in them all.

He’s there in their laughter and their harmless jokes, you can hear him in them, and you love them for it.

“Well, you love them, Jen… so how could I not?” You see the impact this has on him, the shaky breath he releases into the cold air and the way his strong hand clenches with nerves. He hasn’t touched you all night, too shy and too infatuated, so you reach out to him. Your hands coming to grasp at his arms, rubbing gently at his shoulder blades. He wraps himself around you so quickly, almost like he was waiting for you to say it was okay—such a sweet boy he is, waiting for permission even when it’s always a yes.

You met him in a moment quite like this, quiet and intimate… strangers then but not now.

You thought he was handsome and when he asked for your phone number you were convinced it was a joke. How could someone as lovely as him want to know you? but he did, and now he’s here with you: his face in your neck, and you love him you really do.

You feel his lips first, pressing the sweetest kisses behind your ear and smiling into your hair. Every touch a confession, every caress a promise from a devotee to his deity.

You love him, you love him, you love him.

“You make me so shy, honey…” He says, “so so shy, it’s like I could forget my own name.

“You don’t make me shy… you make me feel alive.” You tell him, and you mean it.

Every moment with Jeno is like accelerating on an empty freeway, like you might just fly if you drive fast enough.

He’s silent after you speak, the passing cars being the only sound around for miles. A quiet so deep, you’d be scared if it wasn’t for Jeno’s strong arms around your waist.

He isn’t scared of your confession; his silence is not fear, it's not doubt, but he needs to do this right. He needs you to understand that he’s new to this, that he’s busy and imperfect, but he loves you. He loves your laugh, the way it’s not pretty or sexy, but loud and silly and so wholly you. He loves the little scars on your hands—marks so old you don’t know where they came from. He loves your smile, your eyes, the way you love his friends and they loved you…

When you went to the bathroom at the restaurant, the boys all smiled at him, but it was Jaemin—Jaemin who’d been quiet all evening—who grabbed his hand and said, good job, puppy , you really did it!

He really did it, he thinks, he found you…

When he speaks again, its with an assurance that's unfamiliar under a streetlight at midnight. So strong with his conviction, your body draws impossibly closer to him.

“I’m so grateful you came up to me that day, y’know. I remember the whole thing, your blue coat and your yellow umbrella… I needed you then, I knew it, I can’t believe how badly I needed you.” He keeps shaking his head, and his hand is weaving its way closer to the back of your head… fingers reaching out to clutch the point your spinal cord meets your skull. “I’m so glad the boys liked you, I don’t know what I’d do if they didn’t…”

“Why wouldn’t they like me, baby?” You ask, “I love you too much for them not too.”

His smile is electric, 80 miles per hour down a dirt road… a smile that makes you feel like flying.

Jeno’s eyes close, laughter so happy it hurts you, and then he’s kissing you. Lips in your hair, reaching down to swipe against the slope of your neck. Butterfly kisses on your jaw, kisses so tender it fills your heart with an pain so sweet, so heartbreakingly beautiful.

When his kiss reaches your mouth, hovering against you and breathing in the carbon your body’s releasing, you wish you could paint this moment—trap it in canvas and hang it above your couch.

“I love you so much, honey, so so much.”

And then his lips are on yours. It’s like he wants to bruise, his kiss taking and taking, breathing you in like it’s all he needs to survive. Every cell, every vein, every muscle and every bone in his body needs you. His heart is beating so fast, he doesn’t know if his arteries can keep up, if he has enough strength to keep standing.

Your blood sings with want, a hunger for his affection that is foreign under this pocket of light.

You love him, you think, you love him and he loves you…

How wonderful a concept, to love and be loved, to have and to hold and whatever nonsense people promise to each other.

You love him and he loves you.

He pulls away from you with a resistance you can relate to, a soft smile gracing his handsome face, as pretty as the stars blotted out around you.

He takes your hand as says,

“Let's go home, huh, wanna love you where it’s warm.”

And you can’t think of anything better.

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skzdust · 7 months ago

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Room 514

Part 1

This fic is the result of 1. Me going on a road trip and 2. A poll I did on here! I have the trip back coming up in a few days so I might do another poll to decide what I write on the way back lol!

Summary: You’re moving into a new suite halfway through your sophomore year at Stay University, populated by three guys: Jisung, Changbin, and Bang Chan. You meet their friends and quickly become a part of their group, but you find yourself wanting more with Jisung…

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Includes: slow burn (if I have the patience to write it slow lol), college au, roommates, besties with skz, gender neutral reader (if smut happens reader will be afab)

Word count: 1.3k

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!!!

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Masterlist

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The lock to room 514 beeped, its LED turning green, and you moved your phone away. You took a breath and turned the handle.

You didn’t need to worry. The suite’s living room was empty. The decoration gave you hope, though; it was neat and decorated mostly in shades of blue, with a sunny yellow cover on the couch. You hoped it was like this all the time and not just because you were moving in today.

The suite had four single bedrooms, two half bathrooms, one shower, and a living room with a mini-fridge and microwave. You’d been living in a different hall just a few days ago, sharing a room with another girl, Catherine. She’d been awful ever since you’d walked in on her cheating on her boyfriend with another guy, spreading rumors and turning all your friends against you. You’d pleaded with your RA for a single room, and she’d helped you find a suite in another hall. It was a room with three guys, which made you a little anxious, but you’d jumped at the chance nonetheless.

“Hello?” You said, a little louder than you usually would speak.

Nothing.

You found room D, your room, in the hallway to the left. Room C, next door, had a handwritten sign beside the “C”: “Han Jisung.”

One of your roommates. You knew the others were named Changbin and Bang Chan, but you hadn’t met any of the three.

You pressed your phone to the lock on room D and walked in.

The room was small and bare, but you smiled at the fact that you’d have your own space at all. A lofted bed with plenty of storage space underneath was against the back wall, next to a desk and chair, and a tall chest of drawers was beside the closet.

You climbed up on the bed to look out the window. You had a rather ugly view of the parking lot, but the window faced South, so at least you’d get plenty of light.

There was a loud knock behind you.

You whirled around, almost falling off the bed. Potentially the most attractive man you’d ever seen in real life was leaning in your doorway, a grin on his face. “You must be y/n!”

“Yeah, that’s… me.” You said with a little laugh. “And you’re…?”

“Jisung.” His smile grew. “Han Jisung.”

You hopped off the bed. “Jisung. You’re next door!”

“Yeah! Me and Changbin and Bang Chan are excited to have another roommate, it’s been just the three of us for a while.”

“Well, I’m kind of escaping a situation at the moment, so I’m looking forward to a fresh start, too.” You tried not to let your thoughts of Catherine make you angry.

“Well, you’re always welcome to hang out with us.”

“Thanks, that’s nice of you.”

“Actually, we’re having some people over tonight.” He raised his eyebrows. “Chill with us, if you don’t have to study or anything. We’re gonna watch Love Island.”

You grinned. “Love Island? Seriously?”

“How can you not love stupid reality TV with a bunch of hot people?” Jisung held his hands up. “Just saying, just saying. We’re probably gonna order pizza, too, if that helps convince you.”

“Not judging, just wasn’t expecting it.” You shrugged. “But yeah, I don’t have anything going on tonight, that sounds fun!”

“Sounds good. Do you need any help moving stuff in?”

“I think I’ve got it.” You waved your hand. “Just some stuff in the hallway.”

He nodded. “Let me know if you want help.”

“I will.”

He gave a lazy salute. “See you tonight!” He pushed off the doorway and twirled into the hall, and you heard his door click shut.

You squeezed your eyes shut, sending up a silent prayer. Please, please, please let him be single.

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You stood in the center of the room, doing a little circle and judging it cute enough to be finished.

You’d been unpacking and decorating for a few hours, but the sounds of people in the living room had started about an hour ago, so you’d slowed down. You wanted to see Jisung again, but you were a bit anxious to meet his friends, as well as your other two roommates.

But there were only so many times you could rearrange your books or organize your clothes, and you knew it was a good idea to go out and join the party.

You checked your reflection in the mirror on the inside of the closet door, smoothing your hair, and left your room.

There were eight people in the living room of the suite, the only one you recognized being Jisung. And… wait, was that the guy you’d been on a project with in music technology last year? Hwang Hyunjin?

“Y/n!” Jisung jumped up from the couch when he saw you, beaming. “Guys, this is our new roommate!”

“Y/n?” The guy you were 99% sure was Hyunjin said, tilting his head. “I know you! We did a project together.”

“Yeah! I remember that! It’s Hyunjin, right?”

He smiled softly. “Yeah, Hyunjin. Nice to meet you again!”

You tried to remember back to the project. You’d loved the class, and you remembered the project going well. Hyunjin had been great to work with, doing his share of the planning and the legwork. You’d found him cute then, too, but freshman year you’d been even more timid, and you hadn’t made a move. You were kind of glad for that now, though.

Because Jisung was walking across the room to you, and standing right next to you, and you almost missed what he started to say because you could smell whatever cologne he used, and it smelled good.

“Okay, around the room we have...” He pointed at each of the guys. “Seungmin, Minho, Jeongin, you know Hyunjin, Felix, Bang Chan, he’s one of our roommates, and Changbin, he’s our other roommate.” He pointed to himself. “And you know me. Jisung.”

You nodded at each name, doing your best to match them to faces. “Got it. I’m decent with names, so I’ll do my best.”

Jisung bumped your shoulder, and you giggled. “I’m sure you’ve got it.” He made a shooing motion at Seungmin, who was sitting on the floor. “Pizza’s behind Seungmin.”

“What kind?”

“There’s pepperoni and there’s cheese.” Seungmin picked up a plate. “Here, I can grab you a slice, what do you want?”

“Just a slice of cheese, thanks.”

Seungmin handed Jisung the plate, and he made a little mock bow before holding it out to you. You smiled, taking it. “Thank you, butler.”

“Of course, my liege.” He winked, and a cloud of butterflies took flight in your chest.

“Nice to meet you, y/n!” Changbin leaned over the back of his chair and extended his hand. You shook it.

“Changbin, right?”

“Mhm. Roommates!”

“Yeah, that’s right.” You nodded.

“He sings a lot. You can tell him to shut up if you need to.” Bang Chan grinned. “I’m Bang Chan, I’m your other roommate.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. I don’t mind singing.”

“I mean, he has a decent enough voice, but it’s… frequent.” Jisung widened his eyes as he nodded. “Quite frequent.”

“Oh, come on.” Changbin rolled his eyes. “You all should be honored that you get to hear my singing. I’m gonna be recognized for my talent someday!”

“He also raps.” Jeongin added. “I’m sure you’ll hear that, too.”

“I’m an even better of a rapper than I am a singer!” He pointed around the room. “Feel honored!”

Felix held a hand to his chest. “We all feel so honored. All hail the most beautiful voice, Changbin!”

“That’s more like it!”

You laughed with the rest of them. This group felt more comfortable than you’d ever felt with your old friends, and you couldn’t help thinking that maybe moving in with Changbin, Bang Chan, and Jisung was meant to be.

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amyysfics · 6 months ago

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skz - things he would do for you

pairing: ot8 x gender neutral!reader warnings: fluff, eating in minho's, hurt/comfort for chan's summary: things they would do for you that show their love word count: 1.054

Bang Chan

Whenever Chan would find you crying, he would immediately hug you. He would ask you what happened in the softest voice. He would hand you one of his hoodies, knowing the smell alone would bring you comfort. The man wouldn't leave your side until you're ready to talk. It doesn't even matter if you're fighting. He would put everything aside and focus on making you feel better. And on the days when you would just need to cry it out, he would be there for you, too. If you'd worry about getting his shirt wet from your tears, he would tell you not to worry. "The shirt will dry eventually. As long as your tears do the same." He'd know exactly what to do. You need cuddles? The bed would be turned into the most comfortable place you've ever seen. You want a distraction? He would talk to you about his day in the studio. You need some cheering up? You best know this man will jump up and do a silly dance.

Chan would do whatever he needed to turn that frown upside down.

Lee Minho

Lee Know would always make sure you would have a warm meal. Even when he's on tour or has training until late at night, he would have either left something in the fridge for you to pop into the microwave, or he would order something the moment he knows you're home. He would make you the best soups on days when you're sick with a flu. Whenever you struggle to eat for any reason, Minho would sit by your side, encouraging every single bite. Hell, he'd even drive two hours if that's where he'd get the one thing you'd be able to get down.

Minho would do whatever necessary, to make sure you eat.

Seo Changbin

If you were ever bored, Changbin would make it his personal mission to cure any and all boredom. He would turn into a spontaneous ball of giggles. You're bored of the movie? He would jump up and drag you out on a walk. Too bored to be at home? Binnie would find out where the next amusement-park is set-up. This man would be up for anything, as long as it meant you wouldn't have to be bored anymore. Be careful what you say, though. He would absolutely drag you out of your comfy position in bed at 3 am, if you ask for entertainment,

Changbin would jump up in seconds to keep boredom far away from you.

Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin would almost beg you to let him draw you. "You don't even have to do anything! You can just sit there and be as pretty as always!", he would say. In any situation, too. You could have the worst bed-head, wear dirty clothes, even have some dried up drool in the corners of your mouth. This man is convinced you're the most beautiful person in any room. He's sketched you whole cooking, drawn you while cuddling in bed and even did a painting of you cleaning. (He made up for not helping by doing the next cleaning session alone.)

Hyunjin would take every opportunity to have your beauty immortalized.

Han Jisung

Every couple of weeks Han would come back from the studio, giggling, jumping around, shouting that he had something he wanted to show you. Of course, he had written countless songs about you. Some of them published, some he'd shown you and some he will forever keep to himself. But eventually him writing songs about you, turned into him writing songs for you. Whenever you had a song you really liked, muttering how you wished there were more songs like it, it would lead to this ace to spend all his alone-time creating a similar piece of music for you. You had a whole playlist of songs he wrote for you. One time he came back with a whole CD, all of which included new music he made just for you. He even asks different idols to sing parts of it, sometimes.

Han would spend months making songs just for you.

Lee Felix

Felix wanting the reader to braid his hair

You braided Felix' hair one time, when you were in bed together, talking about everything and nothing. Ever since then he would constantly beg for you to do it again. While enjoying skinship, he never liked having people touch his hair. But when you do it? The boy melts. He starts to blush and smile and hide his face wherever he can. Yet he still continuously asks for you to style his hair. It's a sign of trust he doesn't give out easily. He loves the feeling of your hands going through his hair, getting out knots and making it look pretty. Even when you mess with him and ruffle through his (usually) blonde mane, he still doesn't mind.

Felix would cancel any plans, just so you could braid his hair.

Kim Seungmin

Seungmin was never a big fighter. He would solve any arguments rationally and kindly. He's not an argumentative person. Yet whenever you were out together and he sensed danger, the need to protect you would get stronger. He would whisper, "Stay behind me, no matter what!" The singer would puff out his chest and confront any danger. He would get mean and he would fight, if he had to. It's not that he would enjoy it. But if it's to shield you, he'd be willing to do it. Seungmin doesn't enjoy violence whatsoever, but if he has to he will use it.

Seungmin would do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

Yang Jeongin

The maknae had no idea how much he enjoyed picking your outfit and accessories, until you were in a rush once and asked for his help with it. He knows his way around fashion and you're aware of that. So asking him to pick out your clothes was unexpected but probably one of the best decisions you ever made. Whenever you go on a date now, he asks if he can help style you. He always makes sure to suggest things he knows will make you shine. And if you ever don't feel like being all dressed up, he will immediately dig through his own closet - giving you the comfiest hoodie he owns.

Jeongin would never turn down an opportunity to help you with an outfit.

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viasdreams · 7 days ago

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doing ‘we listen and we dont judge’ with jisung !!

a/n: i hope yall have seen this trend, or else i just look stupid 😞

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minminyoonjii · 2 years ago

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Ultimate Masterlist

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Stray Love Haven Series Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: MLM/MLF Short Summary: A Stray Kids Kink Book with 31 Days' worth of plot

Time Out Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Bangchan/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Two idiots in love who couldn't tell the difference between platonic pet names and romantic pet names

Silent Cry Genre: Hurt/Comfort|Angst Pairing: Stray Kids Ot8/Gender Neutral! Reader Short Summary: You had a rough day, wanting nothing more than to sob your heart out alone but what if the eight men in your life felt it

Monster Under My Bed Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Tentacle Monster/Bang Chan/Lee Felix Short Summary: Stress was catching up to Chan and he wanted to relieve himself, somehow tentacles joined the mix and so did Felix

Phobia Genre: Angst|Psychopath AU|Flash Fic Pairing: Stray Kids Ot8/Fem! Reader Short Summary: You had a crush on Chan but your best friend Minho seems to disprove your liking. A night out of clubbing, swirled into weeks of terror.

My Love Genre: Fluff|Romance Pairing: Lee Minho/Han Jisung Short Summary: Minho saw a goddess rush past him, taking his breath away. Only to see the same goddess sit on the swing next to him

Sticky Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Tentacle Plant Monster! Park Jimin/Human! Jeon Jungkook Short Summary: Yoongi kept Jungkook in charge of his wild plant. He warned him about the consequences but Jungkook undermined the warning.

I'm A Charmer Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Stray Kids Song: Venom/Stray Kids Song: Charmer/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Have you ever wondered what it's like to fuck a humanoid version of your favourite song? This is that unhinged fic.

Mini Log Series Genre: Fluff|Ddlg/Mdlg Pairing: Bang Chan/Lee Felix/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Domestic scenes of Chanlix and their little. There will be praise, there will be punishments and most importantly, there will be tooth-rotting sweetness.

Check Up Season Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Doctor! Lee Minho/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Medical play with heavy tension. Lee Know wearing glasses and a doctor's coat is very attractive.

Limousine Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: 3Racha/Short Fem! Reader Short Summary: You pissed off Chan so they fucked you behind a moving vehicle and confessed their love.

Winter Flowers Genre: Hurt/Comfort|Fluff Pairing: Kim Seungmin/Lee Minho Short Summary: Getting stuck on a ski lift isn't ideal, especially if you have acrophobia. Enemies to friends to lovers, a 2Min classic.

Mirror Genre: Fix-it Fic|Hurt/Comfort|Angst Pairing: Father! Seo Changbin & Son! Bang Chan Short Summary: Coming out is never easy but imagine coming out to your adult son. Changbin just wants to explain to his child why he divorced his mother and left for ten years.

Monster On My Ceiling Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: Tentacle Monster/Lee Minho/Hwang Hyunjin Short Summary: Hyunjin wanted nothing more than to get railed silly by Minho but before anything could've happened. Our tentacle friend from Chanlix's endeavours joins in.

Adore You Genre: Fluff/Slight Angst/Smut Paring: Fem Dom! Reader/Bang Chan/Lee Minho/Hwang Hyunjin/Lee Felix Short Summary: Hyunjin had a rough day, so you decided to make love until his brain turns fuzzy.

Champagne and Cigarettes Genre: Fluff/Smut/Abo Pairing: Virgin! Reader/Bang Chan Short Summary: Jisung has been courting you for months, you already knew everyone in the pack and tonight's the night you become a pack member. The only problem is that you didn't know what you signed up for.

Sweet Little Unforgettable Thing Genre: Fluff|Smut|Age Regression Short Summary: It's the few days before your actual period where you just want to get railed. You got overwhelmed and ended up slipping into little space. What are your responsible CG's going to do?

Nightfall Genre: Fluff|Hurt/Comfort|Slight Angst|Age Regression Short Summary: Snow covered the backyard, and you wanted to play in it. Nightfall came, and the members promised you could play more the next day but why wait until that morning when you could play while they were asleep?

Sanrio Carnival Sanrio Carnival Visualizer Genre: Fluff|Domestic|Age Regression Short Summary: You were a big fan of Sanrio characters. Varying from the mainstream to the niche. One day, your caregiver bought tickets for the Sanrio Carnival. Tons of prizes were won, and many characters were seen. What did you do? Who did you see?

Monster In My Closet Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Tentacle Monster/Kim Seungmin/Yang Jeongin Short Summary: Seungmin wanted to tease Jeongin into a pile of mush when slick pooled up to his ankles, holding him down.

Threeway To Heaven Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Bang Chan/Lee Felix/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Raves were something your best friends go to frequently and this time they wanted you to join them. Things don't go as planned when you get served a free shot.

Topline Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin/Fem Dom Leaning! Reader Short Summary: You drove home thinking it was just another day. Hyunjin wanted to try something new to spice things up, who else to ask except his beloved members to help him out?

Teacher's Pet Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin/Fem! Reader/Lee Minho Short Summary: Mr. Hwang's course has always been a pain in the ass for your GPA so he decides to confront you on it, but you couldn't hold back from snapping at him. Mr. Lee heard the commotion and wanted to lay some advice.

Moral Of The Story Series Genre: Hurt/Comfort|Angst Pairing: OT8! Straykids/Fem! Reader Short Summary: When a poly relationship starts turning cold, with regret, fear, and betrayal tying the strings of fate.

I Need You Genre: Fluff|Smut Pairing: Fem! Reader/Lee Felix Short Summary: Dance practice ended early and Felix had pent up energy. Carving is a strong emotion to deny when it comes to handsome men who can't stop holding you against them.

Chasing That Feeling Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: Lee Minho/Bang Chan/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Movie night snacks are always essential. Who knew bumping into a wall would lead to this?

Guilty Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin/Lee Felix/Fem! Reader Short Summary: What's a little bit of teasing, when you're dating two most sexually driven men with the sheer need to ruin you.

9th Little Member Series Genre: Hurt/Comfort|Fluff|Age Regression Pairing: OT8/Reader Short Summary: You always felt that being a little was troublesome for the group. Hiding it was the only option you had. But you forgot one thing, your members can see through everything. Kidult|Tea Party|Otter Chaos

I'll Be Your Man Series Genre: Smut/Fluff Pairing: OT8/Fem! Reader Short Summary: A Stray Kids Smut Book with a crazy twist

Stray Heart Untold Series Genre: Fluff|Hurt/Comfort|Smut Main Pairing: Bang Chan/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Hero/Villain, betrayal enemies to lovers plot with world building and live writing ARG. Cause of writing: The 2023 5 Stars Trailer - Bang Chan.

Your Fault Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: Bang Chan/Fem! Reader Short Summary: All you wanted to do want watch a movie. You warned him, you told him it was slow. It's all his fault that his cock took over his brain.

Mommy's Home Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: Lee Felix/Fem! Reader Short Summary: There's nothing a good old-fashioned BJ can't fix, especially when you're stressed.

Double Trouble Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: Seo Changbin/Bang Chan/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Princesses always had the right to feel full. It's not wrong to beg your boyfriend for another set of dick.

Into It Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: Seo Changbin/Bang Chan/Han Jisung/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Needy men equal to multiple orgasms. It's not your fault that they like dragging every last bit of pleasure from your body.

All In Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: OT8/Fem! Reader Short Summary: Birthday Babies deserve a thorough pounding, including you. There's no escape once you're in.

Empty Mind Genre: Fluff/Smut Pairing: Seo Changbin/Han Jisung/Fem! Reader Short Summary: What better way to melt your studious mind with a hard throbbing cock fucking you.

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midmourn · 1 year ago

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happier

title happier

pairing park jisung x gender neutral!reader

summary you know you're being selfish— but you hope she doesn't make jisung as happy as you did.

warnings angst, post break up

word count 1,412

author's note jisung is not an asshole in this dw i could never see him like that LMAO. as usual, let me know what you think bc it encourages me to continue writing!! reposting from my old blog.

"Jisung has a girlfriend," Jaemin fumbles with a stray string from his cardigan, looking at you from the corner of his eyes to gauge your reaction. You pause mid-bite, grip around your fork tightening before you relaxed your expression, slowly nodding. "Her name's Minji."

"Good for him," you mumble through a mouthful of food as your foot starts tapping on the tile. Minji as in Lee Minji? The girl in his dance class? You hope your eyes don't tell Jaemin anything, the last thing you wanted to talk about right now was your ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend. You press your lips together, no longer feeling hungry and set your fork down, "Do you want the rest of my food?" When he shakes his head, you sigh and nod, closing the box up so you can eat it later.

Jaemin opens his mouth before closing it as the two of you notice your friends walking over to the lunch table and stands up, "Alright, I'm going to sit with the guys, then ..."

"Bye, Jaemin," you send him a smile as Ningning replaces him and you turn to her, "Hey, how was the test in chem?" You ignore Jaemin's sigh before he walks away to another table, eyes slowly darting away from Ningning's as she rambles about the chemistry test. You follow him with your eyes, mouth twisting to the side as you spot the only girl at the table full of boys. Jisung's sitting beside her, his arm wrapped around her shoulders as he slowly eats his food while she talks beside him, occasionally nodding. You refrain from huffing and scowling, you didn't want your friends noticing.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You tear your eyes away from them, turning to Ningning who looks at you curiously.

"You good?"

"Just fine," you smile, patting her arm before turning and tuning into the conversation between Yeojin and Taehyun.

"She's so pretty," you mumble into your pillow, head face down as your mother rubs your back comfortingly. "And I know she's sweet, we were lab partners last year ..." Unlike after your break up, you haven't cried at all since you found out they got together. You consider that an accomplishment.

Your mother sighs, "At least you know he'll be happy, Y/N."

You don't tell her that you hope he isn't.

After your mother leaves your room, you flip onto your stomach to look at the ceiling where you have bright glow-in-the-dark stars stuck there. A sigh leaves your mouth, blinking as you remember that Jisung was the one who helped you put them up there. He didn't make fun of you for the fact that you wanted them up there.

"I think I accidentally made those ones look like a constellation," you followed with your eyes to where Jisung's pointing and raised your eyebrows.

"What constellation?"

"I have no idea, but they definitely look like one."

You laughed, "Do me a favor, don't major in astronomy when we go to college."

Jisung chuckled, "Hey, I could be an expert in astronomy before we get to college, alright? You don't know that." He turned on his side, but you don't look at him until his hand rested on your cheek. You met his eyes, blinking curiously at him and he smiled slightly— you were close enough that you could see his eyes and smile clearly. "You know, you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my entire life."

"Oh, yeah? What about Taeyeon? IU?" You snort, rolling your eyes at his cheesiness. "Ooh, Taecyeon? He's pretty hot."

"They're pretty, and hot," he shrugged as best as he could, still smiling, "But you're still the most beautiful."

Your cheeks burned hot and you just hoped he couldn't see that well in the dark as you turned your head back to the ceiling, "OK, cheesy. Next topic."

Jisung laughed, knowing exactly what was going on and pressed a kiss to your cheek, resting his head on your shoulder. He let the two of you be in silence for a few minutes before he said softly, "Y/N?" You hummed out a response, and he continued, "We're gonna be together forever, you know that?"

You don't respond for a moment, and he briefly wondered if you fell asleep on accident, but you exhale and say, "I hope so."

Bullshit, you roll your eyes. Love was a bunch of bullshit, and you can't believe you even believed for a while that you two would stay together forever. You force yourself into a sitting position and grab your phone, going on Instagram to find Minji's account. She hasn't updated in about a month, but she has enough posts.

She is pretty, as much as you want to deny it. She's kind, as much as you want to deny that, too. You wish she was a horrible person and tricked Jisung into liking her, but you can't blame him for liking her. She volunteers as much as she can, and she helps around her house with chores and babysitting her younger siblings, and works with no pay at her family's restaurant.

Park Jisung deserves someone like her.

You toss your phone on your bed, pressing the palms of your hands against your eyes as you slump against your wall. You want to cry, you want to scream and toss things at your wall and wreck everything in sight. But your mind overtakes your heart, and you know it's not a good idea. You love Jisung with all your heart, and you really do hope he is happy. It's what he deserves. But you thought he was happy with you, and look where that ended.

No one made you as happy as Jisung did, and you're not even sure if you would ever find someone like him again. As selfish as it sounds, you hope it's the same for him.

You blink and lean forward to grab your phone, clicking on Jisung's messages. You never deleted them after your break up, the last few ones being about picking his things up from your house that he had left when you two were dating. You force yourself not to read through them, and start typing.

YOU: hey, i heard about you and minji, she's a great girl. i really hope you two are happy~ :D

You hesitate before you press send, staring down at your phone. Was this a good idea? Would he tell her and then she turns into a jealous monster and comes after you? Your brows furrow before sighing, going to click on the text to delete it but your stupid-fucking-thumb accidentally touched the send button. You gasp, eyes widening at your luck before you clicked out of the message and actually throw your phone across the room.

"God," you groan, closing your eyes as you leaned back and hit your head on the wall. It hurt like a fucking bitch, but you figured you deserved it. Out of everything that had to happen, your thumb just had to accidentally hit send. Someone, whoever is up there, must really hate you. Your heart pounds in your chest, worry setting in. What if he confronted you at school tomorrow, saying you were out of line for talking to him? What if he or her took your message the wrong way?

Sure, you might be selfish and hope he wasn't as happy as he was with you but— you weren't a homewrecker. If you two were meant to be together, like you once thought, you'd end up together, right? Your stomach twists and you huff, clenching your fist to ignore the stomach ache.

Your phone dings from its place on the floor and your eyes shoot open, staring up at the ceiling and the stupid stars. You hastily sit up and grab your phone, breath hitching as you see the notification. Jisung responded back.

JISUNG: hey, y/n, thank you so much. i hope you're happy too.

A second later, another message comes in.

JISUNG: we didn't really talk about it before but we never ended on an actual bad note ... we're still friends, right?

You exhale, closing your eyes as you sit down, legs feeling wobbly. Would your regret this? Probably. Your eyes open as you make up your mind and smile sadly down at your phone, feeling the back of your eyes sting harshly.

YOU: of course, jisung. we were friends first before everything. see you at school tomorrow.

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ellestray · 1 year ago

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Burden.

Han x gender neutral reader. Angsty fluff. Implied idol!au. Friends to lovers. 826 words.

!! Very small implicit mention of depression.

Note: this is my first fic ever & i'm stepping out of my comfort zone by posting it- i hope you'll like it! i'd be very happy to take any constructive criticism :) also, english isn't my first language, so i apologise for any mistake. thank you for reading! & thank you to the wonderful, talented @astraystayyh for encouraging me and giving me advice 🤍

recommended playlist: from this place - John Pizzarelli there's no such thing as love. nevertheless, - Jeong Eun Park & Park Jungeun non è la fine - Yiruma

"Do you ever wonder how we got here?"

You don't really know if Han is thinking of your respective careers, or your bond that blurred the lines between simple comradeship and romance— but it doesn't matter. Your answer would've been the same anyway.

You acquiesce. "Yeah."

Frankly, he doesn't know what exactly he's asking you about either. It's too late to think about it, anyway. But in this moment, sitting down on the cold floor of the practice room, he can only feel the warmth radiating from your near body. Maybe this very moment is what he's inquiring about.

"It doesn't matter how we got here, honestly. I'm just glad we're here." You add, flashing him a smile in the reflection of the mirror facing you. Seeing this interaction from a third party perspective makes him smile as well. His friends were right; you do look good together.

Since when had your existence become so bright to him, who's so used to darkness? It's like the sun had graced him with its presence, letting him know that it'll be okay. It'll all be okay, as long as you shine.

He wasn't sure how to convey this to you, though.

You've both been fully aware what you have is more than a simple friendship. Lingering touches and long stares were your way of telling each other that you knew. Nonetheless, irrational fears have always kept you from speaking it out. You both are somewhat cynical, dreading the ultimate end before anything had even started.

But the serenity he feels in this moment helps him forget the end could even exist.

"Shouldn't we talk about it?"

This time, you know exactly what he's thinking of.

"I don't know. Should we? We're fine like this." You sigh quietly. You had always been scared of this moment coming, where he's made his mind up, lost patience, or just needs answers from you.

"I mean, we can't just keep playing games forever."

You frown, upset he'd take this lightly. "This isn't a game to me."

"I know, to me neither", he quickly answers. "But we're acting like it. We can't- I can't physically act like you're mine while verbally acting like we're nothing. It hurts."

"Jisung-" You try to interject, but promptly get interrupted.

"We push and pull as if we had an eternity ahead of us. Y/n, we can't wait for each other forever. Waiting always leads to something. There needs to be a moment where the wait stops, and you're finally faced with what you've been expecting."

You stay quiet. It happened a few times before- Han trying to let you know, or at least implying he needed more. He's never been so direct, though, fearing screwing things up by being too blunt. This is new.

"Just me saying this should be enough to halt the wait. I'm crossing the line." He continues, turning to face you, rather than your reflection. "But why does it feel like we're still stuck?"

You allow yourself to take a moment to think, and he lets you. He always does. Even with all this wait talk, he still remains patient. It's almost frustrating.

"You know there's a shit ton of things that are blockages. For... you and I." You look down, trying to internally deal with your nerves.

"Tell me what they are. We can just get rid of them together." His voice is so soft, so quiet it's painful.

We. Together. You might implode if he keeps referring to the both of you as a singular entity.

"There's our careers. We're both drowning in work. Besides, if we get caught, what will people say?"

"If we have time to be friends, we have time to be lovers. We can make time for each other like we always have."

Lovers. That hit you like a ton of bricks.

"And, 'besides', I don't recall you ever caring about people's opinions. You know I don't care either", he resumes. "What's really holding you back, y/n?"

Of course, he could see through you. There's absolutely no point in not being straightforward.

"It's just... Those feelings, they're so unique and overwhelming, it's like they're crushing me. I'm suffocating, I can't keep suppressing them— but I don't know how to deal with them, or how to express them. And, if I'm being honest, I genuinely don't think I'll be able to live if something happens to us because of how much I'm lacking."

"You can learn. That's what love is all about, growing and learning together."

Love. He said it.

"You don't get it, Ji. You deserve for love to be at your image. Loud, prideful, genuine. You deserve someone that will always make you feel as special as you are and.. deeply, intensely loved. I've never had to express those things, and I don't have much room to. I just don't know how to do that."

"Then let me. I'll carry the burden of expressing our feelings."

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woozten-x · 2 years ago

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#. 𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 | 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

[ ; M.List including other Neos! ]

─ Synopsis: As a teenager in highschool, you are focusing on your studies and trying to survive it until the very end. Encountering unfamiliar situations is part of growing up! But, you can’t help but feel anxious for the future. Thankfully, you aren’t alone.

Growing up alongside Park Jisung, you are experiencing the many firsts with him.

─ Pairing: Boyfriend!Jisung x Gender-Neutral Reader

─ Genre: One-Shot, (Some) Angst w. Comfort, Fluff/Wholesome

─ Concepts: strangers to friends to lovers, highschool!au, highschool sweethearts!!, scenarios followed by no specific plot of events? (idk how to explain it), just lots of unsaid timeskips but they do connect lol, comparing hand sizes (aka my fave part), shy blushy jisung, shy boyfriend!jisung <3<3, puppy love vibe, mostly tooth-rotting fluff, growing up type of angst, comfort boy jisungie

─ Count of Words: 5.3k

─ Inspiration of the work: Tangerine Love (Favorite) by NCT Dream + Love Like That by LambC

ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ enjoy reading!

First seatmate…

You didn’t know how it first started. But, something changed during one interaction with your seatmate from your homeroom. He is a familiar stranger, a person you’ve seen from your other classes but never spoke a word to because there was no urgency to do so. To simply put, Park Jisung is your seatmate you would often see without interacting. However, one day you interacted with him due to your own boredom.

It is quiet time and this was the time for students to silently do whatever they needed to do. For you, you would usually study or read some section needed for class; but, it was one of those days where you felt the need to do something else than anything productive for school. You dozed off, your seatmate next to you quietly writing in his notebook and you didn’t notice at first.

For some odd reason, your eyes are trailing towards the open notebook and noticing Jisung’s handwriting - it was a little messy, some of the letters crooked and you see a few hand-drawn emoji faces around his notes. You smiled at the detail, thinking it was cute to see someone’s random doodles.

Picking up your pencil, you decide to use a mechanical pencil to start this interaction; the interaction was never supposed to be permanent like a pen’s ink.

‘Would you like to share notes? :)’

You wrote on the very far side of the paper, the movement of your pencil catching his attention. He casts away from his notes, looking at the little note written by you; he looks up at you, his small eyes creasing slightly followed by the lift of his lips. He quietly nods, accepting your invitation to share notes with the class the two of you shared.

Pushing your notebook closer to his, you are opening the notes you’ve taken during class. Peering over to his side, Jisung sat away in an attempt to give you personal space; you did not notice the faint blush dusting his cheeks, his feeble gaze resting on you behind the long bangs overtaking his forehead and touching the tips of his eyelashes.

“I like your little doodles,” You whispered while looking towards him, leaning away with a smile. Jisung chuckles a bit awkwardly at your compliment, nodding his head whilst finding the words to reply back with; you notice how shy he was.

Jisung leans forward, his posture small in his seat despite his tall height. His eyes look towards your notes, eyes scanning the clean handwriting of yours; it was a contrast in comparison to his. He meets your eyes momentarily, “Your handwriting is pretty.” Jisung quietly speaks out before looking away.

Somehow, that interaction made you smile wider than before.

First crush…

“Do you want anything?”

Looking up from the packed lunch you usually carry everyday, you furrow your brows when facing Jisung standing in front of your table. Expectantly, he awaits your reply and you shake your head; you didn’t think much of it, thinking he was only being kind. After all, the two of you became friends after some time.

It was no surprise to see you with your own packed lunch, however. What exactly did he expect? He didn’t pry nor did he question any further, only leaving you alone with your thoughts. You forget about it after a few minutes, eating and occasionally chatting with your friends seated near you.

“Oh, he’s coming back!”

Your friend exclaims, your attention away from the conversation at hand to see Jisung approaching you. The two of you had your own friend groups, you two only spoke during class; this became a surprise for you and your friends. Jisung walks up to you, sparing a few glances to your friends before looking at you with a blush creeping up on the tip of his ears and cheeks.

He places the strawberry milk carton in front of you. Astonished, you stare at him before looking at the drink in front of you. Usually, you would get strawberry milk on some days whenever you had extra cash; you didn’t expect him to buy you anything. “I said I didn’t want anything!” You would try to say, but Jisung was already turning away to walk away from you.

“Jisung!” You try getting his attention, but he had already scurried off to his own table of friends. In his hands, he held his own carton - banana milk. Picking up the free drink, you are left with no choice but to drink it and confront him later on; you couldn’t find any words to complain, the small gesture causing you to smile to yourself.

It was a little detail he seemed to notice about you.

Sparing one more glance at him, he is drinking his milk with his friends loudly speaking with one another around him. Regardless of the noise surrounding him, your own attention solely focuses on him; without knowing, your own heart is engulfed by endearment towards Jisung.

Unknowingly, you are charmed by your seatmate by one little interaction.

First confession…

Studying and trying to keep your grades high to satisfy your parents are your responsibilities, as a teenager. Those priorities are what helps you move along yet it is the same thing making you stressed with a crushing burden weighing your mind and heart. Sometimes, it is difficult but you are not sure whether your own worries will be relevant enough for anyone to listen.

If you don't try hard enough, you won't be successful. If you end up slacking, you will end up disappointing the people around you. Those are the two lessons you were taught since middle school.

Thus, you are sitting in a cafe after school hours and trying to study with a warm cup of chocolate milk to fill your tummy. Unfortunately, the very same warmth was not enough to spread throughout your body or overtake the winter air cursing outside. After some time of studying, you are setting down your pen and letting yourself take a break before continuing again.

With the warm cup in your hands, you are sipping away and looking around the cafe. Taking note of your surroundings, you did not expect to see Jisung walking by the cafe through the glass window. Falling into a trance, you couldn’t look away for some odd reason; was it the way his hair is sticking up in a few places because of the wind blowing?

Or maybe was it the way the gray hoodie hugged his body, the baggy fabric looking too big on him?

Jisung enters the cafe, the bell chiming above his arrival and he doesn’t seem to notice you at first. Lingering your gaze a little longer, he orders an iced americano and he is finally taking notice of your presence; he stiffens, standing up a bit taller than before and lifting up a hand to wave at you.

The corners of his lips lifting, his cheeks rising and eyes slightly creasing; you can’t help but return the smile with your own, waving at him also. You thought he was going to depart after obtaining his order, but he approaches you - “Can I sit here?” He asks, his deep toned voice quiet and you barely hear him over the soft music playing throughout the cafe.

Nodding your head to his question, he joins your table across from you and carefully sets his coffee away from your notes and other stationary in the way. Apologizing about the lack of space, you cleared up the table for the two of you to share; he only smiles at you, his hands placed on his lap whilst watching you.

The two of you never talked or interacted outside of school. Even with the random exchangement of giving each other cartons of milk from the cafeteria, the two of you never found the time to spend time together.

“Are you studying?” Jisungs asks, leaning a bit forward to look at your notes.

“Yep! Exams really do keep me busy,” You laugh to try and relieve the awkwardness between the two of you. It didn’t help that it was an unfamiliar atmosphere for the two of you.

“I should study also…” Jisung says, taking a sip of his coffee and you perk up at his comment. You give an encouraging smile towards him, “We should study together sometime then!”

Thankfully, your own enthusiasm relieved the tension.

Jisung smiles back at you, “Yeah we can do that! I would like that a lot.”

Suddenly, you are glancing at his hand wrapped around the iced americano. You are lifting up your arm onto the table, “Can I see your hand?” You ask and obvious confusion expresses from his face before following your request. His large hand lifts up, splayed out for you to see and you inspect it closely before letting your own hand meet his.

Heat rises on Jisung’s face by the contact, the coldness of his palm not being felt anymore once you place your hand against his. In comparison, you are smaller. The size difference made you giggle, you aren’t too surprised but you wanted to see for yourself.

“I think my hand perfectly fits with yours!” You said, your fingers slowly enclosing on his hand and he is tensing up underneath your grasp. Staring at the fascination expressed from your face, he is unsure whether to hold your hand also; what was he supposed to do?

Your grasp loosens, instantly he pulls away. The warmth remains on his skin, tingling and reminding him of the feeling you made him feel; he is left speechless, not knowing what to say or do. You smile at him, innocently tilting your head - “Do you want to grab dinner together sometime?”

The question was unexpected. You didn’t exactly plan it, but the interest towards Jisung is bringing you closer; suddenly, you are wanting to know more about him. He stares back at you, thinking of a reply before nodding his head. Looking away from you, you’ve noticed he isn’t able to look into your eyes. But, that doesn’t seem to bother you.

For you, it was drawing you closer to a wandering wonder - Jisung.

First date…

Noises of the arcade surround you, a few teenagers around your age scattered around with some children running around with or without a parent supervising. To Jisung’s surprise, you had completely changed the plan to something more fun than simply sitting in a library, cramming every bit of information into your heads.

“I thought we were going to study…?” Jisung looks towards you. You looked at him with a grin, “I haven’t been to an arcade before…I was always studying, I thought we would have fun together instead.”

Although exams are awaiting for you like a guillotine for your grades, you didn’t want to bore Jisung accompanying you for today. Maybe you wanted to spend time with him as something more than a study partner. Jisung didn’t complain nor have any words to argue with you, seeming to follow along.

Obtaining coins for the playable machines, you are looking around without any idea where to start. It is overwhelming, thinking your own ability is limited because of the lack of experience and knowledge of any of the games; you didn’t want to ruin the fun for yourself and Jisung.

Seeming to notice your hesitation, he is tugging on your sleeve and pointing towards one of the machines. “We can try that one.” He said and you followed after his finger, the machine where two toy guns are in the sockets ready to play. You looked towards him with a wary smile, “I never played…It’s okay if we lose right?”

“I’m not very good either. We can still have fun,” he assures you and his words did bring a sense of comfort for you. Approaching the machine and getting ready to play, you are playing the game without any worry burdening you about your skills. Jisung is encouraging you and glancing at you once a while, seeing the joy expressed from your features.

It was contagious to say the least. He didn’t think watching someone like you have fun would have his heart being embraced by a sense of adoration. Even when he lost his last life, he is cheering you on. You laugh, “How did you die first before me?! Oh my gosh, I can’t focus…”

Suddenly, Jisung is behind you and he is reaching out to place his hands on your hands holding onto the handle of the gun. You didn’t notice your own hands trembling. Steadying yourself with the help of Jisung, he is watching the screen over your shoulder and is pulling the trigger along with your finger frozen in place.

Somehow, you survived longer than most people playing the game before the two of you. Jisung is cheering, clapping his hands and bouncing a bit on his feet - “Look at that! We survived more rounds than most people,” he claims with excitement. The boyish grin overtaking his plump lips, you are smiling alongside him with a lingering warmth on your hands.

His cologne remains in your senses, the proximity between the two of you is lingering on your mind a bit longer. You always had something more important to think about, but here you are thinking about someone - Jisung has completely captivated you.

By the time the two of you are finishing dinner, you have no interest in going home soon. However, the day must end to your dismay.

“Let’s go on another date!” You said to him before he left you alone after walking you to the bus stop. His eyes widened at your words, you had blurted it out before you could even think. Jisung stands in front of you, the familiar blush painting his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “D-Date?” He stammers out, a hand scratching underneath his ear.

Maybe you had messed up. You laughed, “I mean…Hangout! Sorry…Same thing, right? Platonic regardless…” You try to take back your words, to no avail. The damage was already done. You mentally curse at yourself, not thinking you would say something completely senseless.

The chilly breeze bitterly nips at your exposed skin, wishing for the same breeze to carry you away from this situation. You felt too embarrassed to face Jisung. However, after some time of processing, Jisung is slowly nodding - “We can…Go on another date…If you like.” He softly spoke out, the apprehension evident.

“Really?!” You gasp, not thinking he would feel the same way. He is nodding his head, the blush adorning his face never seizing; but, you can’t help but smile towards him with a glowing expression.

It feels like a dream, one you could never erase.

First boyfriend…

After a little more time of knowing one another, you two are officially together. Well, that is what everyone thought once they saw the two of you spending more time together than before. It is comfortable enough for the two of you to be alone, but you couldn’t exactly display any affection; it was awkward.

Actually, you both are awkward.

It was obvious the two of you are first dating. There is no avoiding this stage, especially for Jisung; he’s always been a shy individual, you did not expect him to completely come out of his shell while dating. You two are learning, however.

Walking with him to one of the photo studios where you could take photos together with random props given for visitors to use, you are excitedly dragging him inside by his sleeve and towards the counter. Getting a booth to use, you are bringing your new boyfriend towards the variety of items; Jisung’s eyes roam the display before meeting his reflection next to you.

You are picking out a few matching accessories, the smile on your face radiant like the full sun. He is smiling next to you, suddenly taking out his phone to snap a quick photo of himself and you in the mirror. Hearing the sound of the camera taking a photo, you are looking up bewildered; he laughs at your reaction, fond of your reaction.

“You are that excited to take photos with me, huh?” You tease, walking towards the booth for the two of you to use. Beckoning him to enter inside first, he is moving the curtain aside of the box and leaning a bit down to settle down inside. Following suit, you are seated beside him with the accessories in hand.

Tapping on the screen with the many themes for you to choose from, “What theme should we do?”

Jisung shrugs, one of the accessories you obtained is given to him and he is taking it from your grasp. Inspecting it, he realizes it was a cute cat hat with the paws extended downward; he squeezes the pink paws, disappointed the ears aren’t moving by the action. You looked at him, “Isn’t it cute? It’s a cat and I am a puppy!”

Raising your own hat of a dog, he is laughing a bit by your excitement to try the hats on. He didn’t think he would be doing these types of things, especially with you. Placing the hat on his head, you are wearing your own and facing the camera in the middle; Jisung looks towards the camera also. “We gotta do cute couple poses! We look so cute~” You coo, leaning closer to Jisung.

He shies away, the photo snapping unexpectedly. You look at him with a pout, “Come on, Jisungie!” You nag for him to play along. The nickname causes him to tense up, you are pulling him close to your side and he is lifting up his hands to hide his face; unfortunately, the photo snaps with your grinning face and his face hidden away.

“You were taking photos of me before we got here!” You whine. He is opening the gaps of his fingers to look at you properly, “I…This place is just a bit tight that’s all…”

You were confused on what he meant. Slowly processing, you realize how foreign is physical touch for the both of you; you’ve completely forgotten, knowing Jisung is much shyer than you are. Thinking what to do, you move away and extend a hand out for him to grab onto - “How about we hold hands for our photos?’

‘It’s not too overwhelming, as any other type of affection…This is one way to show everyone that we are together!” You add, bringing your clasped hands up and sitting a little further away from him for the sake of his comfort. Jisung looks at you then at your hands, smiling a bit at the compromise.

It was reminding him of the time the two of you compared hand sizes. You were right that day, your hand is a perfect fit.

Taking a few more photos with other accessories and props, the two of you holding hands and sometimes interlocking pinkies with one another; you are walking out the photo studio with the printed photos in hand, admiring every single one of them. “We look so cute! These are definitely being hung up in my room,” You remark with a beaming grin.

Jisung looks at the photos, his eyes slowly trailing down towards your stray hand. He reaches out, intertwining your fingers with his and his thumb caresses your skin gently; you look at him, an endearing smile playing at his lips. The image of his cute smile is painted in your mind, one that you can never get enough of.

After today, your hand is never bare and is always being held by Jisung’s favorite form of affection - hand holding.

First kiss…

You should have prioritized your studies more. It’s like having too much fun curses you, plaguing misfortune and causing you to have a report card that didn’t fully meet your standards; you saw it coming, especially when meeting Jisung. But, the sacrifice becomes a bitter reminder and you are met with the criticism of your perfectionism wired in your brain.

For the past few days, your expression is solemn and a frown is easily brought upon your lips. Even in your boyfriend’s presence, he tries his very hardest to cheer you up and bring you out of your pity party. Unfortunately, the strawberry milk and his hands capturing yours aren’t setting your worries away; not even for a moment, either.

Supposedly you are overreacting, but you know it was the standards you held yourself to. As a teenager, you are perfecting every step along your journey of growing up - it’s not easy, but it was a path you are supposed to be familiar with. At some point of time, the concern of your future and who you are is bringing everyone else down along with you.

Why is growing up so hard?

Why do you have to be the one to guide yourself of who you want to become?

Why does every single person know what they are doing but you?

It feels like you are going down a path, not knowing any direction to follow.

Those questions are weighing your shoulders, heavily carried upon you like rocks crushing every ounce of motivation you used to have. It is tiring. So tiring, you ended up in tears with Jisung; the two of you in the library, crying in the farthest table away from people settled elsewhere. It was a good thing for the two of you to be further away from everyone else.

Jisung did not know what to do at first, baffled by your sudden breakdown. He didn’t expect it to occur when he is around, thinking you are the type to cry behind closed doors; though, he is thankful to have your emotions worn on your sleeve for him to see. During your tears, you are telling him of the worries torturing you for the past few days.

Amongst your tears, Jisung felt a strong sense of sympathy and empathy towards you. He understands, the idea of growing up is terrifying for him also; the future holds so many unknowns and many are left unanswered. Pulling his seat closer to yours, he is wrapping his arms around you and pulling him into you.

You are hugging onto him also, enveloped by his familiar cologne and the warmth his body holds. You are burying your face in his shoulder, trying to calm down and Jisung is silently patting your back lightly. He didn’t care about the tears staining his hoodie or the way you tried to sniffle away the snot, he only cared for you.

Patiently, Jisung waits for your tears to run dry and he continues to hold you. Fingers tapping on your back occasionally, a small gesture to let you know that he is there; right by your side, he is there. He pulls away a little, taking a few napkins from the tissue box on the table, he gently wipes away your tears and your nose.

“I know how you feel…I understand you a lot…But, I think it’s okay for you to think that way.’ He softly tells you, patting away the wetness of your face. ‘Because you aren’t alone…We can both be uncertain. We can both learn together,” Jisung says while crumbling up the tissue after cleaning your face.

You stare back at him, the way he looks at you with an admirable amount of genuineness; you have never seen this side of Jisung before. But, it was one where you felt yourself falling deeper for him. Without thinking, you are leaning forward to crash your lips against his; underneath your touch, he is frozen in place.

Not even for another second, you pull away and cover your mouth to laugh to yourself. Jisung looks back at you, too stunned on how to react for some moments before he is laughing along with a familiar blush spreading across his face; it was the way your vibrancy returned, the dull perspective of your world suddenly painted in another colored lens.

What was this feeling? It was one you never felt with another person.

“Can…We do that again?” Jisung whispers, shy of his request and you are nodding your head. How could you resist him? It was the way he looked back at you, pleading his way into your heart.

Against your lips, you are tasting a sweetness you are gradually growing addicted to.

First love…

Surviving highschool is one of the craziest things you’ve completed in life. The many ups and downs are witnessed and experienced with your boyfriend, the highschool sweethearts as many would call the two of you; unexpectedly, the two of you remain to be in love. By your side, Jisung is following alongside you without any second glances to the past.

Applying to the same university, you both are awaiting to be accepted. You didn’t expect for your invitation to be accepted at first, the long wait for Jisung’s only causes anxiety for him and you; it’s not like the two of you have to attend the same university, but he insists on doing so. Maybe you aren’t the only puppy in love.

Was it love? You are not sure what it was supposed to feel like, but you hope whatever you felt with Jisung is the definition of it.

Getting a call from your boyfriend, you are in a better mood than before. A recurring feeling you’ve always experienced with Jisung. “Hi baby! How are you doing?” You greet him, lazing around in the living room of your home. Your boyfriend is moving around on the other end, the sound of rustling is leaving a mystery for you to solve.

“Come over! I got an email from the college,” he quickly says into the phone while ignoring your whole greeting altogether. Suddenly, you are jumping up from the couch and you are rushing out the door to his house - “I am going over there right now! Don’t touch it before I get there. If you do, I am going to break up with you!” You exaggerate, slipping on your shoes.

Jisung pauses on the other end, you know he is internally panicking from your words. “A-Are you serious…?” He questions you, the tone of his voice causing your heart to break for a moment. Your boyfriend is too cute sometimes, you can’t help but tease him; but, it always backfires. You wonder if Jisung knew that.

Pouting to yourself, “Of course not! Just don’t touch the email…Don’t even touch your laptop or look at it!” You say without completely hurting his feelings with your own playfulness. He says a quick ‘okay!’ before the call ends. After pocketing your phone, you are catching the nearest bus and making your way to Jisung.

By his side, you are there for him also.

After arriving and slipping off your shoes, you run to Jisung’s room. Jisung looks up from his phone, he grins at you and waves his hand at you in greeting. You are smiling back at him, joining his side and leaning over to peck his cheek; he laughs a little at the sensation, melting under your touch.

“Hurry, hurry! Lets see what it says,” You hurriedly say with frantic hands waving towards his laptop.

“Okay, okay!” Jisung answers back, lightly smacking your hands away from the laptop before picking it up. You rest your head on his shoulder, watching him login and open up the amount of emails; most are unread and you cringe at the sight. “Do you not check your emails?” You ask and he looks at you, “Of course I do!” He huffs.

Looking away from you, the cursor is hovering above the university’s email and you could hear Jisung’s breathing come to a stop. You glance at him, sympathizing with his worried state; this process is the scariest thing you’ve experienced, not even highschool is close to it! This very email is the embodiment of fear itself, one where it could be the worst disappointment of your lifetime.

“You want me to open it first?” You ask, thinking to take the bullet for your boyfriend. Jisung nods and places a hand over his eyes, “Yes please…Just…Try not to overreact, if it’s bad.”

You nod, not wanting to give him false hope. It would hurt less, after all. Taking the laptop onto your lap, you are opening the email yourself; the nervousness causing your heart to race. You knew it wasn’t for yourself, but you would be disappointed alongside Jisung if it was the opposite you are both expecting.

Skimming the email, you are met with the fortunate news. Pushing the laptop off your lap, you are throwing your arms up - “Jisungie, we did it!” You yell out. On the other hand, your raised hand smacked Jisung in the face next to you and he is groaning in pain; falling back onto his back, holding his face in pain. You gasp, “Jisungie, I am so sorry!” You apologize while laughing.

Leaning over him, you are wrapping your arms around his body and Jisung is slowly moving his hands away from his face. “Did I make it?” He asks, slowly looking towards you and you nodded with a wide smile. “Yes! You are accepted, I am so happy!” You cheer, holding him close to you and forcing his head against your chest.

Jisung smiles, hugging you back and squeezing you tightly as you are. “I am so happy, also!” He cheers with you, the nervousness before melted away and replaced by an elated mood shared between the two of you.

Moving away, your hands moved to hold onto his face. Pinching his cheeks together and causing him to look back at you, Jisung cutely pouts at you - “I am so proud of you, baby.” You praise, leaning forward to litter his face with kisses. He is laughing at your touch, trying to pull away from you; however, you hold him closely, showcasing your affection with the chaste kisses planted on his face.

After celebrating a few minutes, the two of you finally calmed down and sat next to each other in a comfortable silence. You rest your head on Jisung’s shoulder, his arm wrapped around your waist and tugging you closer if possible; you listen to his gentle breathing, a hand placed on his chest to feel his steady heartbeat. Underneath your palm, you felt like you had captured his heart.

“Can I tell you something?” Jisung asks and you look up, nodding your head.

“Anything you want.”

Jisung looks at you with a small smile, “I…” He stops and hesitates. You tilted your head, raising your eyebrows at him; you wondered what he wanted to say. You chuckle, “Take your sweet time, Jisungie~” You hum while poking his cheek lightly. He blinks back at you, the small smile remaining on his lips but a strong devotion harbors his gaze.

“I love you.”

The words made you stop. Your breath, your heart, your mind and the world around you had stopped by those words. Did you hear it right?

Maybe you waited a bit too long for him, the silence causing Jisung to recoil from your touch with obvious insecurity. You quickly grasp onto him, tightly holding him in place and he is looking back at you - “Forget what i’ve said…” Jisung quietly says, looking away with the redness contrasting his skin.

Shaking your head, you are capturing his chin between your fingers and leaning forward to rest your forehead against his. The words at the tip of your tongue spilling out from your lips, “I love you too.”

The very question of this being the first time experiencing love is answered. This very feeling becomes a favorite, the many colors of your world vibrant; many times you’ve experienced it with him yet with every encounter, you are admiring the beauty of it all every single time.

Maybe Park Jisung is love itself.

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