#perhaps I’m missing pink haired jeongin

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╰(✿˙ᗜ˙)੭━ yang jeongin layouts ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

[writerracha]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ just a kiss — han jisung x female reader

↻ 3.7k :: friends to lovers :: cw. alcohol (not in the smut scene). semi-public making out. dry humping. some dirty talk. fingering. oral sex. mention of squirting. use of "baby" pet name. protected sex. aftercare.

↻ 18+ :: not proof read, pls be kind :: masterlist

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The music is not that loud, but combined with the sound of conversation and the video game on the television, the apartment is noisy.

It’s also warm from everyone that is packed there. Both of those things you are used to, because it’s always the same. Every month, your friends organize a party at their place, and you’re guaranteed to have a fun night full of drinking, playing games and talking. At this point, Jisung and Changbin’s parties have become legendary in your friend circle, and you never miss one. 

Tonight, though, you feel a little tired, and the alcohol isn’t sitting right in your stomach. You stop drinking early, focusing instead on playing a few rounds of a board game before you head towards the living room. You find Jisung there, who has been a little quiet, and waves at him. He waves back, so you join him. You fall back on the couch, letting your head rest against his shoulder. You look up at him with a smile, and he answers with one of his own. 

“You look bored, Ji,” you tell him. 

“I’m not bored,” he retorts, pouting slightly. “Just… I’m just…” 

You frown. “Is something on your mind?” 

He takes a deep breath, and you sit up to look at him better. He doesn’t look upset, perhaps just a little too calm, twirling the cup half-full of soda in his hand. Jisung is usually the life of the party, but you know he has to work early tomorrow morning and decided not to drink tonight. 

“It’s just…” He winces. “It’s stupid.” 

You shake your head. “I’m sure it’s not stupid. Come on, you can tell me.” 

You nudge his thigh a little, encouraging him with a smile. The both of you have been friends for months now - and you really like spending time with him. He’s talented, smart, the funniest you know. Jisung gives you a quick look. 

“Is it just me or is everyone getting laid these days?” he finally blurts out.

You blink in surprise, unable to suppress a small laugh. Jisung rubs the back of his neck at your reaction. 

“Told you it was stupid,” he mutters. 

“I’m sorry I laughed!” you reply. “It just surprised me. But…” You let out a long sigh. “You’re right, now that I think about it.” 

You look around the room. Case in point: Hyunjin is heavily making out with his latest girlfriend, and Jeongin has already disappeared with a hook-up. Changbin has a girlfriend, Felix too… You bite your lip. 

“I just realized it’s been a while since I even kissed someone, you know,” Jisung says. “I miss kissing. I like kissing.” 

You smile. “Kissing is fun, I agree.” 

You turn back to Jisung, who is sliding a hand through his messy blonde hair. He has let it grow a little the past few weeks, and you like the way it falls back on his forehead. He’s dressed casually, in just a black t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, but he has this natural charm that lingers around him. You cross your legs next to him. 

“Maybe we can find someone for you to kiss tonight,” you tell him with a smile. 

Jisung glances at you. “I don’t think so.” 

“Why not? There’s plenty of people…” 

He shrugs. “There’s no one here I’m interested in.” 

You open your mouth, but then you close it again. Why do his words sting so much? You like Jisung, but not in this way… At least, you don’t think so. Frowning, you realize you haven’t answered anything, and your friend blushes a little. 

“I’m sorry, that was a little blunt, I didn’t mean -” 

“It’s fine, oh my god,” you chuckle. “We can find someone. I have friends that are not here tonight… I don’t think you know them, so maybe I can find a match, if you want?” 

You’re smiling at him. Jisung looks back at you, his lips parted, his smooth cheeks still a little pink. After a few seconds, he nods, although he looks nervous. 

“Yeah. Okay, why not.” 

You grin, pull out your phone from your pockets and scoot closer to Jisung. “Let’s see who we have.”

Jisung slides his arm behind you so the both of you are more comfortable looking at your phone. You scroll through your contacts, pulling up Instagram profiles to show your friends to him. Jisung provides some commentary, helping you find the perfect match. As the minutes go by, it gets more and more difficult to focus - you realize that Jisung smells really good. His body is warm next to yours. His breath tickles your skin when he laughs, and his eyes shine in the dark. You haven’t been drinking that much - but you’re a little tipsy, and you end up leaning against him, perhaps a bit too much. 

“Hmm, I don’t know… She says she’s really into the outdoors, I’m not,” Jisung chuckles as he checks a profile you show him. 

“True,” you laugh. “You’re a homebody like me.” 

“I really like her style, though. Combat boots are hot.” 

You stop for a second, unable to help from glancing at your own shoes. At the combat boots you are wearing right now, and that you wear almost everyday. You decide not to comment on it, but Jisung is strangely silent next to yours. Swallowing, you open another profile. 

“W-what about her?” 

“I like her glasses. What is she like?” 

This time you definitely blush, and you are glad for the darkness in the room. Pushing your glasses higher on your nose, you tell Jisung about your friend, trying to ignore the erratic heartbeat in your chest. Why are you freaking out? Jisung clearly said he was not interested in anyone in this room… And you’ve never felt anything but friendship for him. Of course, you’re not blind, Jisung is handsome, and always kind to you. 

An hour later, you two have settled on your friend Lola - she’s a music major like you and Jisung thinks she’s cute. It’s enough to justify a date, and you know her well enough to be comfortable to ask if it’s all right to give Jisung her number. 

You try really hard not to stare at Jisung’s mouth, and not to let the words slip through your lips. You can kiss me if you want. It doesn’t have to mean anything.

But then again, why wouldn’t you? 

Later that night, after you’ve had a few drinks to try and get Jisung out of your thoughts, you go to the bathroom. You’re tipsier, maybe a little drunk. You walk in front of Jisung’s bedroom, whose door is open. It seems like he’s just getting a charger from a drawer. You don’t think - you just enter the bedroom and approach him. 

“Oh, hey,” he says, noticing you, holding the cable in one hand. “Chan needs a charger, I just…” 

“Jisung,” you tell him, putting your arms on his shoulders. 

He blinks at you, chuckling a little nervously. “What’s up, Y/N?” 

“You can kiss me if you want.”

“W-what?” he sputters.

You pout. “It doesn’t have to mean anything. Consider it practice. For your date with Lola.” 

Jisung gulps, looking at you, trying not to let his eyes linger in yours for too long. You’re looking so pretty, with your glasses slipping down your nose. Jisung has been trying not to think about kissing you all night - and now you’re just offering it to him. You’ve been drinking, but you’re not completely drunk. You just got liquid courage. Jisung is painfully sober. 

You smile softly. “I won’t be hurt if you say no, if that’s -” 

“Okay.” 

Your heart skips a beat as Jisung smiles shyly at you. He takes a step closer to you, his hands landing on your hips, the charger forgotten in his fingers. 

“Just a kiss,” he whispers, leaning in. 

Your lips meet his halfway. The kiss is delicate and timid at first, but as you fall into the embrace, Jisung kisses you with more confidence. His lips are soft, taste like the soda he’s been sipping all night. You can’t help but wrap yourself around him, because he kisses you so well you’re getting dizzy.

Jisung breathes out in your mouth and you feel your body shiver. You want his hands all over your body. You want his lips to keep pushing yours, to go down your neck, your collarbone… 

You both lean back at the same time, staring at each other with wide eyes. 

This was a little too good. 

Your mouth feels dry, and Jisung’s hands are still on your hips. His lips look intoxicating, all red and wet from yours. 

After a few seconds you let out a nervous chuckle. “That didn’t feel like you haven’t kissed anyone in a while.” 

Jisung laughs, taking a step back, removing his hands from your body. He slides a hand through his hair. You wish it was yours instead. “Really?” 

“You’re good, Ji,” you assure him with a sincere smile. “Lola is a lucky girl.” 

“R-right.” 

You bite your lip, wondering if you’ve just made a horrible mistake. But even if it is, you can’t regret it. 

“I-I should head back,” you say.

“Yeah, me too, Chan is waiting for his charger…” 

You nod, and Jisung lets out a laugh. You don’t know why, but that relaxes you. You shake your head, sharing an amused glance with him, and you both head back to the party. 

Just a kiss between friends.

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The next day, late in the evening, you find Jisung in a corner of the library, bent over his computer, clearly deeply focused on what he is doing. Still, when you sit down next to him, he removes his headphones. You had texted him a few minutes before, telling him you had news.

“Hey, what’s up?” he whispers. 

“I spoke with Lola.” You keep your voice low. There’s not that many people around in this part of the library, but there’s still a few students studying around. 

Jisung’s eyes widen slightly. “Oh.” 

You give him a triumphant smile. “She said she’s interested! I have her number, you can just text her, and…” 

You stop as you watch Jisung’s face. He does not look happy - in fact, he’s looking down at his hands, biting his lip, like there’s something he’s not telling you. You frown.

“What’s wrong?” 

He clears his throat, looking uncertain. 

“It’s okay if you changed your mind -” 

“Y/N…” 

Something about the way he calls your name freezes you into place. You look at him as his eyes meet yours, your breath suddenly unsteady. 

The truth is you haven’t stopped thinking about kissing Jisung since last night’s party. Your eyes keep wandering on his mouth, his plump lips. He smells good. His arms look like they could hold you tight…

“I’ve been thinking about all day, and… I don’t want to go on a date with Lola,” he breathes, his eyes still in yours. They shine so bright and deep. You feel dizzy. “I…” 

You so desperately want the words to escape his lips. Has he been thinking about the same thing as you? 

“About last night…” 

You look down at your hands. “Listen, we don’t have to talk about it. It was just a kiss. Like I said, it didn’t mean anything.” 

You glance at Jisung, who is frowning. When your eyes meet, he just nods. “Right. Of course. Sorry.” 

There’s a sinking feeling in your chest. You need some air - so you give a quick smile to your friend. “I need to go. I’ll see you later.” 

You stand up and walk away, crossing through bookshelves, the eerie quiet of the library oppressing your mind. You can’t regret kissing Jisung. But you should have waited, maybe. For a better time, a better place. Now you are scared to lose your friend.

“Y/N, wait.” 

You feel a hand around your wrist, and you spin around to find Jisung. He has visibly thrown all of his things in his messenger bag, looking distressed. You frown.

“What is -” 

“I don’t want to go on a date with Lola because I can’t stop thinking about you,” he breathes. “Ever since last night, and even before…”

You don’t know what to say. Your heart is beating so fast in your chest you feel it’s going to explode. Jisung slips his hand from your wrist to take your fingers between his. He steps closer to you, and you look up at him in wonder. 

“Please, Y/N… If you want to, can I kiss you again?” 

The answer is simple - you nod. Jisung drops his bag on the ground and immediately pushes his lips to yours in an intense and deep kiss. A soft moan escapes you, and he gently pushes you against the bookshelves. You are trapped against his body, your hands sprawled on his chest as he kisses you feverishly. His lips toy with yours, his hands cupping your face. 

“Ji…” you breathe, “don’t stop kissing me.” 

“I won’t,” he answers, placing small kisses on your lower lip. “I can’t.” 

You open your mouth wider for him, and he slides his tongue, pushing it against yours. You arch your back, the feeling sending warmth throughout your body. Jisung does not waver, still playing with your tongue, but you feel his hips gently push against yours. 

It’s so silent in the library, all you hear is the wet sounds of your mouths and Jisung’s heavy breathing. 

“Fuck…” he groans. “You’re gonna get me hard.” 

The words make you instantly dizzy, and you can’t deny your own arousal. Jisung’s kisses and tongue is making you wet. 

“Can we go back to your place?” you ask softly. 

He nods, taking a step back. Your lips are raw from kissing, your cheeks red from your excitement. Jisung smiles at seeing you this way - you look so attractive, he can hardly contain himself. He takes his bag from the ground, slides his hand in yours, and guides you to the exit of the library.

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You do not even know if the apartment is empty - but honestly, you do not care. Jisung pulls you into his room, closing and locking the door behind him, and you can hardly breathe. You just want him to touch you, to kiss you again. 

When his lips find yours again, you don’t hesitate to moan at his touch, grasping his t-shirt to bring him closer to you. He wraps his arms around you, his fingers digging in the skin of your hips, breathing hard. 

“C’m’here,” he breathes, and spins you around so he can guide you to his bed. 

Soon he’s laying on top of you, carefully removing your glasses to set them down on the bedside table. Your fingers are in his honey colored hair, and his lips leave a trail of kisses on your jaw and down your neck. His tongue laps at your sensitive skin, making your body jolt at the same time. You’re drenched, aching for more of him, and it’s reciprocal - you feel his erection against you. 

He removes your shirt, palming one of your tits through your lace bra, pressing the back of his thumb on your nipple. It draws a sharp breath from your lips and Jisung smiles. 

“Is that sensitive?” 

You nod, and he pinches your nipple softly. You let out a moan. 

“You sound so beautiful, baby.” 

“Ji, you’re so hard,” you whisper to him, and you wrap your legs around his waist so that his erection is placed right against your cunt. Despite both of your jeans you can feel the pressure and it sends a shiver through your spine. 

“Fuck,” he grunts as you rolls your hips. “Fuck…” 

He starts to thrust his pelvis, rubbing himself over you, as if he was already fucking you. The friction makes you clench around nothing. Jisung dry humps you, his cock hard inside of his jeans, and your own walls soaked in your arousal. You’re desperate to get rid of the layers of clothing, but you can’t bring yourself to stop. 

“F-fuck, I want to fuck you so hard…” Jisung breathes in your ear, teasing your lobe with his teeth. 

You’re digging your nails in the skin of his back, so warm you feel like you’re on fire. “Ji, please, I want to feel you.” 

“Me too, baby, let me see that beautiful body of yours.” 

You both start to take off the rest of your clothing, stealing restless glances to each other. When you are both naked, Jisung takes a long look at you, and you do the same. He’s much more defined that you have thought, and you think about those hours he spends with Changbin at the gym. Kneeling on the bed straddling your legs, he stares at you, mouth parted, one of his hands jerking his erect cock mindlessly. You bite your lip, pressing your tits together to tease him, and Jisung smirks. 

“What a cute little tease,” he smiles. “I’m going to do much more than kiss you now.” 

“I hope so,” you tell him, grabbing his chin in between your fingers to pull him back to you. But instead of aiming for his lips, you turn his head and whisper in his ear. “You can do whatever you want to me.” 

Jisung grins, grabs your hand and pins it against the mattress. He leans in towards your ear now. “I hope you know what you’re asking for.” 

Before you can answer, he flips you on your stomach, and you gasp in surprise. He rubs your ass gently, pushing your thighs with his warm hands. 

“Arch that back for me, baby.” 

Jisung spreads your legs once you are in position, and you feel his breath against your aching cunt. You’re soaked, your swollen clit begging to be touched. You hear him hum in appreciation. 

“What a beauty,” he says. “All wet for me.” 

He slides a finger across your wetness, and you close your eyes to bask in the sensation. Jisung plays with you, his fingers tracing patterns, circling your clit. You breathe hard, shivering against his touch. He inserts a finger inside of you, and then two. 

“Taking me so well,” he growls. “I’m going to stretch your beautiful cunt. It belongs to me now…” 

“Jisung, please…” 

“What is it, baby?” 

“Make me cum, please, I’m begging you…” 

Jisung moves his fingers inside of you, curving them upwards, drawing a loud moan from your lips. “Like this, baby?” 

“F-fuck, yes…” 

He starts to finger you relentlessly, building your orgasm quickly - your breathing accelerates, your folds throbbing, and just when you think you can’t take it anymore, Jisung pushes his tongue against your folds, licking you, drinking your in. The combination with his fingers is almost too much to handle, and you cum in a flash, your body shivering. 

“Yes, baby,” he moans. “Keep cumming, come on…” 

He doesn’t stop fingering and licking you, giving you a long, intense orgasm. You can feel your juices overflowing, drenching his fingers and his chin, and when your body relaxes, and he slows down, you’ve made a mess.

Jisung hums, and you hear him lick his fingers clean. “Next time I’m going to make you squirt,” he tells you. “I know I can do it. And I’ll lick you clean, baby.” 

You shudder, but you sit up, twisting your body so you can steal a kiss from him. His lips taste like you, his cock pushing against your ass, and you lower a hand to palm him. 

“Are you going to put that big cock inside of me, huh?” you tease him, jerking him. “I want him so much.” 

“My baby, so desperate for me,” he growls, and he takes your arms, pinning them on your back and pushing you back on the bed. “Don’t move.” 

You obey him as he takes a condom from his bedside table, wraps it around his cock, and then places it against your entrance. 

“Why did we never fuck before?” he suddenly asks, pushing the tip of his cock inside of you. “It’s like you’re made for me, baby.” 

You can barely think as he slowly enters you. “I don’t know, Ji. I can’t think…” You gasp as he suddenly bottoms out, filling you whole, stretching your walls. It doesn’t hurt, though. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunts, grabbing your wrists to hold them in place. He leans over you, pushing you more into the mattress, and starts to fuck you. 

The sound of his hips smacking your ass, your wet cunt sucking him in, your moans and his heavy breathing fill the bedroom. If someone is in the apartment there is no doubt as to what you are doing, but you don’t care. Jisung is making you lose your grasp on reality, and you can hardly believe that hours before you were stressing out over a kiss. This felt right. Your heart swells in your chest, because as he pounds into you, you feel like you’ve found your person. 

“You hear that? God, your cunt is soaking my dick. Fuck, that’s so hot.” 

“I’m going to cum, fuck, fuck fuck!” 

He accelerates his thrusts and pushes you into the mattress so he can go deeper, and you cum for a second time, your legs shaking as you do, and Jisung lets out a guttural grunt. 

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna -” 

“Cum for me, Ji, please…”

He slams into you as his cock twitches, and he removes himself just in time to take off the condom. You feel spurts of white on your ass and back, Jisung covering you as he breathes hard and fast. You’re still coming down from your own orgasm, drunk on the scent, sound, and feel of him. 

“Don’t move,” he says after a few seconds. 

You feel him clean your skin with a t-shirt, and he guides you back on the mattress. You lay down, your legs and cunt sore, and take a look at Jisung through half-closed eyes. His hair is a mess, his eyes glassy from the orgasm, and he looks more attractive than you’ve ever seen him. 

You whimper, grabbing his arm. “Kiss,” you plead. 

He chuckles as you press your lips to his. He kisses you tenderly, stroking your hair, snuggling next to you. Slowly, he draws the covers of the bed from under you to cover your bodies, keeping you close. You stay in his arms, sleepy but peaceful, your smile unable to go away. 

Jisung places a kiss on your shoulder. “Sleep a little, baby, yeah?” he whispers in your ear. “Then I’ll wake you up for another round.” 

You just nod.

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[joshuas]

that’s not even ramen

♫ pairing: yang jeongin x gender neutral reader

♫ genre: college/university student!au, slice-of-life, crack, fluff

♫ word count: 3.5k

♫ warnings: nil of note!

♫ summary: a bunch of chaotic misunderstandings, trot singing new years concerts that lead to lots of fluff at the end ^^

♫ tagging: @fluffyskzclub​

♫ a/n: happy april fools! my joke is... that i can’t do anything on time and post things that were supposed to be posted in january in april, so without further ado, i present the eighth addition to my seasonal drabbles! 

♫ skz seasonal drabbles: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

“I swear, this is the tenth time I’ve heard him sing tonight! If he’s going to continue to do this, he should at least sing a different song.” You sighed, exasperated as you tried to put your three-year-old sister to sleep. Her sleep, of course, being interrupted by your new next-door neighbour, Yang Jeongin. He had taken up trot singing over the last couple of weeks and decided only to practice his singing at 11 pm at night. Which, coincidentally, woke your baby sister up every time. And as if it wasn’t hard enough having sole custody over a sibling let alone having a teaching degree to attend to during the day. Your professors had been understanding of your... predicament after your parents moved out of the picture, but there was only so much patience they could hold. Of course, you couldn’t confront Jeongin about it — you were only acquaintances... barely even friends as you had only known each other through university... and now the thin wall that separated your living quarters. Well, it’d also be too awkward if you did (ugh, social confrontation), which is why you put up with it... Relief flooded through you when you heard the singing cease, sighing as your sister stopped fussing and fell back asleep. It’s not as though Jeongin was a bad singer. In fact, he was quite brilliant. But his singing was not appreciated at ungodly hours. The walls started to pulse as folk music blasted at a deafening volume, snapping you out of your reverie and forcing you to focus back on your crying sibling. You held back a scream, mentally cursing at Jeongin, I swear to God, the next time I see this boy—

“Mina put on your coat, it’s ridiculously cold out! It’s January, remember? And what season is it in Jan—“ You paused, observing the idiot that exited his apartment alongside you, “Oh! Hello, Jeongin—“ He walked away without a word, rushing down the stairs. Rude! First the singing and now he’s ignoring me? Does he have any human decency?

“Hello! Welcome — make sure you sign in your children before you leave!” Your eyes settled on Jeongin, who was beaming at the little kids that entered the daycare, holding out the sign-in sheet, Great and now he works at the only affordable day care. How... pleasant. Wiggling her hand out of your grasp, your sister waddle-ran over to Jeongin, giving him the biggest hug, for him to pick her up and spin her around. Ignoring the skip of your heart, you cooly approached the two of them, silently taking the sign in sheet and signing your name. “You must be Mina’s parent— I’m Jeongin, one of the part-timers here.” He held out his hand, Mina, still in his arms, blocking his view. You shook it, “Not her—“ You broke off as another kid ran to Jeongin, crying as he dragged him inside the daycare. Without turning around, Jeongin waved at you in dismissal. You scoffed, He won’t even acknowledge me at home but now that we’re in public and he’s literally being paid to be a decent human being, he’ll put on a face and pretend to be friendly? No thank you.

You rubbed at your temples, mentally snapping at yourself to focus. Tutorial time was probably the only time you had to yourself to study and get things done. But you know what? That wasn’t happening today. Why? Because of Yang Jeongin infiltrating your thoughts every five seconds. You grumbled to yourself, almost ready to pack up and leave, He should pay rent for how long he’s been living in my head. “Oh wait! Y/N, you’re leaving already?” A voice called out from behind a tower of books in their hands, not long before plonking them down on the table in front of you. You looked up, your gaze meeting Jeongin’s hopeful one. Why is he being so friendly? Especially since he flat out ignored me this morning... “Um... I was planning to. Not that it’s any of your business.” You said coldly, scrunching your eyebrows in confusion at his sudden friendliness. Really, Y/N? You’re being like this just because he snubbed you this morning? Okay, wait that’s pretty valid. Ignoring the little “no it’s not” in your head, you maintained your cold demeanour.  “Oh. Um. Sorry. I was just asking because I was hoping to study with you.” Jeongin rubbed his neck awkwardly. You looked at him doubtfully, ignoring the hopeful fluttering in your stomach, “Why would you want to hang out with me of all people?” “Well, you’re the top of the class—“ You scoffed disdainfully and he broke off, looking at you wide-eyed. Of course he only wanted to use me for personal gain. Whatever, Y/N. Just avoid him. Do not interact! “I’m definitely heading off now. Bye.” You grabbed your books, leaving the library and a slightly confused and shocked Jeongin behind. He’s not worth it, Y/N.

You buckled Mina in her little seat in the trolley, lightly humming as you pushed her along. After realising that you were out of ramen (a staple study food, fight me if you disagree), you had scrambled to pick up Mina from daycare before rushing over to the local grocery store, keen to get at least some ramen to fuel your study session after putting Mina to bed. That is if she’s able to sleep. Hopefully Jeongin won’t— You reached for the last pack of your favourite ramen, a hand brushing over yours to grab it with you. You whipped your head around, gaze meeting— yet again— Mr Yang Jeongin. How many times do I have to see him today??? This feels like a cruel joke. It’s not funny! You coughed, pointedly looking between Jeongin and his grip on the ramen you had so obviously grabbed before him. He sighed, pushing his specs up the bridge of his nose, pushing his hair back with the other hand, hand still fixated on the ramen packet, “Please, Y/N. I need this to study.” You inhaled sharply, trying not to be bothered by the impeccable College Boyfriend vibe he was exhibiting, dressed simply in a sweatshirt and track pants, “So. Do. I. In fact, I need it a lot more than you since your singing keeps up the whole neighbourhood. And no! I’m not calling you a bad singer, because on the contrary, you’re quite brilliant and I honestly don’t know why you didn’t decide to become a singer instead of a teacher. I mean, do you really want to waste your life away working at a daycare?” You rambled. Jeongin looked at you, stunned, loosening his grip on the ramen, and handing it to you, his cheeks lightly dusted with pink, “...You know what? You can have it. I’ll just buy... this one! Yep. This one.” He scurried away, leaving you stunned, “But that’s not even ramen!”You called out after him. “Doesn’t matter!”

“Mina, please. Isn’t your crying at least making you tired?” You rocked your sister, exhausted as you looked at the clock— thirty minutes she’s been crying. Jeongin had decided not to sing tonight for some reason. But your sister still had difficulty sleeping. Perhaps he is actually a decent human being... although, I can’t say that I don’t miss his singing... what? Yes, you can, Y/N. The guy literally kept you up til three because of his singing. Mina just felt so inspired by his vocals that she had to try herself... by crying. Ugh.  The walls started to vibrate as you sighed, Complimented him too soon. His melodic tone carrying through to the nursery, your sister’s not so melodic cries mixing in even louder than his singing. You steeled yourself, done with this nonsense. Putting on a coat, you stomped out of your apartment, knocking insistently on Jeongin’s door. The door opened to reveal a bewildered Jeongin as you thrusted your screaming sister into his arms, “You started this. You fix it.”

Jeongin held the door to his apartment with one hand, the other arm supporting your screaming sister. Allowing you into the apartment, you observed how spotless it was, giving it an appraising look. “Seungmin’s my roommate. Hence, why it’s so clean. It’s all he does when he gets home from the hospital.” Jeongin explained whilst trying to rock Mina to sleep. “I’m surprised he puts up with your singing.” You noted. “He works nights.” Jeongin deadpanned. You opened your mouth, closing it when you saw his attention turn towards Mina. Cooing at her, he slowly sunk himself into the cushions of the couch, lowly humming a melody familiar to the ones you had heard through the wall. However, it was more of a ballad version. A soft smile crept onto your face as you observed the two, your heart aching at the adorable sight. Mina slowly fluttered her eyes, slowly closing them as Jeongin hummed further, his chest vibrating comfortingly from his singing, the movement lulling her... to sleep! You looked amazingly at Jeongin, his triumphant gaze finding yours. You tried to take Mina off him as she fussed in her sleep, cuddling further into his chest, you sighed, putting your hands up in defeat — afraid to wake her. “So... care to explain why I had to do this?” Jeongin whispered, looking pointedly at you. “Well...you’ve been keeping her up with your trot singing that she’s been eventually falling asleep at almost 11 pm. The thing that I’m weirded out the most by is that she cried at the lack of your singing and when you sang a softer version of that folk song, she fell asleep straight away.” You explained. “Babies are weird like that. But why did you have to give her to me to calm down?” Jeongin asked, confused. “Well one, you’re studying teaching and working at a daycare. And two, you started this!” You numbered. “We’re in the same class and she’s your sister!” Jeongin pointed out, eyes wide. “Look. The main reason really is your singing. Why do you have to sing so late, anyways? It’s not like you’re preparing for any assignment... we don’t have to create a song for our assignment... right?” You asked, tone slightly laced with concern. “No, no.” He dismissed your concerns, sighing, “The real reason why I’m singing so late at night is actually because I’m preparing for something. I don’t really have time otherwise to prepare for it since I have uni and work.” “What are you preparing for?” You scrunched your eyebrows quizzically. “You have to promise not to laugh.” He looked at you pointedly. “I can’t promise that.” You scoffed. “Well then I can’t tell you.” He lifted his head, looking elsewhere. “Fine. Fine!” You whispered harshly. “Okay, well I’m doing this competition that’s basically a talent show for unusual talents. And mine is... trot singing. The whole point of this talent show, though, is to actually achieve your New Year goals and resolutions.” “And yours is... to win with your trot singing?” You looked at him bewilderingly. “No.” He lightly slapped his forehead, disappointed at your lack of piecing together what little information he provided you with. “My resolution is to perform on stage. However, my only formal singing training is in trot singing.” “Ah, I see.” “Yeah... you should come! Only if you can. Obviously. No pressure.” He asked quickly. “Oh! I’m surprised you want me there after everything that happened.” You said sheepishly. “What happened?” He widened his eyes in confusion. “Well— you were kind of a jerk to me all of today.” You noted. “I was? Oh—“ “You ignored me this morning, put on a face when I dropped Mina off at daycare, purely because you were at work and tried to talk to me in tutorial after that. Then you nearly stole my ramen!” You interrupted. “Oh wow, I really did all of that today? Anyway, let me explain. In the morning, yes I saw you and I could’ve yelled a hello, I admit it. But I was very stressed since Seungmin is normally the one to wake me up when he comes back from the hospital but I think he must’ve gone home with his partner or something because he didn’t come home last night, and I had no way to contact him because Jisung threw his phone in the bin.” He explained. “He what?” You recoiled in bewilderment at the last part. “Long story. Anyway, I actually just go straight to autopilot whenever I have to converse with the parents. And since it’s my first week, I wasn’t expecting to see someone I know, let alone you, so I just went straight to my Customer Service Polite Conversation Autopilot Mode... customer service is so hard. As for the tutorial thing, I wanted to study with you! Believe it or not, I actually do appreciate your company.” He said pointedly. You blushed, clearing your throat, “That doesn’t explain the ramen thing, though.” He sighed, “Ramen is my study food too, you know. But I figured you needed it a lot more than me... also your compliment caught me off guard.” He muttered the last part, you smirked slightly as you heard it. “Anyway, I would really appreciate it if you could come because... well, you- you’re one of my good friends.” He rubbed his neck tentatively. Your chest ached slightly, feelings of disappointment infiltrating your head, only to be met with confusion... and sudden realisation. Oh. No.

[00:37] (Jeongin) hey! you left all of a sudden, but I’ve emailed you the details to the comp. hope you can come :) [10:55] (Jeongin)...Y/N? Are you still alive? Actually, I know you are. But why are you avoiding me? It had been a couple of days since you realised your feelings for Jeongin. Trying to avoid him at any costs, you changed up your schedule — only taking morning tutorials, making sure you didn’t run into him wherever you went. It didn’t help that your lives were so intertwined. Mina had gotten particularly attached to him — you watched her from outside the daycare, her little legs wrapped around his, clinging onto him like a koala and reluctant to let him go when she saw you at the gate. That certainly did not help. But what could you do? In order to avoid hardship, you have to cut the relationship in the bud. Especially since he only sees you as a friend. You snapped your attention to the door, as a knock resounded through your apartment, redirecting your attention from your phone to... a very unkempt Seungmin, waiting behind the door. “Hey, Y/N! I was wondering if you could do me a favour?” He asked, words rushed. “That depends on what it is.” You crossed your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow expectantly. “I need you to go to Jeongin’s talent show for me.” He said. You shut the door immediately on him, “Y/N’s not here.” “I— what? Y/N, please. I need to go to the hospital today and he really wants you to go!” Seungmin pleaded from behind the door. “Why can’t you get any of his hyungs to attend? He has like six other ones.” You proposed. “He really wants you to come. He really likes you, Y/N.” Seungmin sighed. You opened the door slightly, peaking out from around the door, “Yeah. As a friend.” “What gave you that impression?” Seungmin looked at you confusedly. “He said it to my face?” You said, equally as confused. “Oh my god. He like likes you, okay? He didn’t tell anyone except us two about the contest. He told me because we live together but he told you because he has feelings for you!” Seungmin inhaled sharply, trying ridiculously hard not to roll his eyes in annoyance. “You’re not just telling me this so I would go?” You raised an eyebrow sceptically. “No. I have nothing to gain out of that because if you found out I was lying, I know you’ll hold a grudge against me forever, and as neighbours that really would not work out.” He said a matter of factly. “...alright. Fine. I’ll go. And you do realise we’re also friends? Friends generally shouldn’t lie to each other.” You looked at him pointedly. “Right. That.” He said shortly. “Anyway, you should hurry since you only have... twenty minutes til it starts.” He checked his watch. You gasped, “And you only thought to tell me now?” “Some of us have more important things to do than helping your love story progress. For example, saving lives. So, goodbye!” He waved, ushering you to close the door before sprinting down the hall. Time to sort this out... I guess.

You rushed to the venue after purchasing flowers and chocolate and organising for Jisung and his partner to come babysit... although you weren’t exactly trusting of them after hearing of their lawsuit rendezvous at the shopping centre. That was irrelevant right now, though. After sitting through more than fifteen of the most unusual acts at the talent show, you questioned how Jeongin even found out about it. It wasn’t until he entered on stage, lights dimming around him as he sang a slow, but emotive trot song— eyes searching over the crowd, only to lock onto yours as he belted his last note, the audience standing in applause as he stood back, catching his breath, eyes never leaving yours. “And there you have it folks! First of all, a big congratulations to all of you— you’ve successfully achieved at least one of your New Years resolutions!” The MC walked on stage, passing Jeongin on his way out, “But now, it’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for— the winner of this new year’s resolution talent contest is... Yang Jeongin!” A hearty applause echoed throughout the room, loud cheers erupting as Jeongin entered the stage again, you stood up, giving him an encouraging smile whilst cheering, “Okay, well first of all, thank you for the opportunity to do this. I don’t think I would’ve ever performed if it weren’t for making it a New Years resolution.” Low laughter hummed from the audience, “I guess— another person to thank is... well... someone that I really like and have for a while- Y/N. Even though our whole relationship basically consisted of a bunch of misunderstandings, you still came to this competition for me. At least, I hope it was for me. It’d be awkward if it wasn’t, since this is a sort of confession thing. Actually— do you think you could join me on stage?” The audience turned to you as you stared at him in shock. Shaking out of your reverie, you slowly stood up, making your way to the stage as he held out a hand, helping you up the stairs. You gave him a nervous but small smile, “Congratulations on your win!” You handed him the flowers, as he pulled you in for a quick hug. “Y/N, you’re probably the coolest person I’ve ever befriended. You’re incredibly driven, caring, and probably the person I respect most in my life. The way you’re achieving all your goals whilst managing the stress and struggles of raising your younger sibling astounds me, and honestly, that’s probably the feature that I find most admirable about you.” Jeongin spoke into his mic, gaze deepening into yours, the audience “aww”ing in response to him. “So, I guess where I’m trying to get at is— will you go out with me?” He asked as the audience cheered you on. You took the mic off him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “I’d love to.” He pulled you into a tight embrace as the audience cheered loudly, whistling as well. As you exited the auditorium, entering the foyer, you intertwined your hands with Jeongin’s, “Where should we go for our first date?” You asked, quickly putting on your coat and a beanie, wearily eying the snowfall outside, “I don’t know, I was thinking karaoke?” Jeongin suggested. You scoffed, “No.” “Why not?” He asked, genuinely confused. “Because you’d absolutely crush me. That’s why. Also, I know you’re only saying that because they gave you yearly access to the karaoke club as your prize.” You rolled your eyes. “You wound me with your words, Y/N. Do you think I’d cheapskate on our date?” He placed his hand to his chest, faking a gasp. “Never.” You mimicked his gesture as you exited the foyer. “Yah! Y/N!” “I’m joking, I’m joking! Ahh— don’t tickle me-“ You gasped as his fingers found your sides, giggles unwillingly being emitted. “Only if you give me another kiss.” He tapped his lips, you sighed, leaning over to give him another kiss, as he lightly drew your neck closer to him, deepening the kiss. You pulled back, eyes sparkling with joy, “Well...Even though I know you’ll trash me at it...Race you to the karaoke club?” You proposed, stretching your muscles. “Really? We just had the most epic kiss and now all you’re concerned about is karaoke?!” He raised an eyebrow expectantly. “Last one to the karaoke place gets no kisses for the rest of the day!” “Oh, you’re on.”

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in the A.M ] [ minho au

a/n: i wrote this while listening to sunshine - skz and i recommend doing so as well or bonnie and clyde - dean works too! i’m not good at writing fluff (?) but whatever i just really wanted to write one about minho and this whole vibe fit him so well :p for fictional purposes only! enjoy c:

 tsundere!minho, stoner!au, fem!reader x minho fluff, slight angst

 tw: mentions of drinking, drugs & smoking

 word count: 1.6k words> Life had always been a blur. You were always high off into the sky, drinking like your life depended on it, surrounding yourself with guys who shared the same interests as you. The only thing (or person) that kept you sober for a moment, your only escape from reality without getting high, was Minho himself.

The night breeze danced around you, sweeping strays of your hair behind your exposed shoulders. The weird concocted smell of nicotine, weed and hard liquor poisoned you each time you inhaled a deep breath, coursing through your veins. You were sprawled across some random person’s rooftop, with your best friends. You were all each chasing your own individual high, in desperate attempt to escape from the reality that had bound us all to so much misery.

The blunt that you were smoking had long burnt out, it still rested between your fingers, that laid above your tummy. You felt a lean arm snake around your waist, pulling you in. Another arm, a bit more muscular, found it’s way around your shoulders as it tried to prevent you from going to the opposing side. You let your body be tamed by the two selfish boys, as they grumbled in return, playing their own tug-of-war with you in the middle.

“Hands off, Hyunjin.” you hear Jisung almost practically growl in your ear, and you found him nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“Back off, Han. Can’t you see she enjoys it more with me?” Hyunjin’s words were slurred, but that was expectant of him of course, after smoking from the multiple bongs that Changbin had prepared. He was in his own state of inebriated stupor, mumbling some other incoherent words before planting small kisses on your earlobes.

You simply laughed, which eased the tension between the two of them. They let out their own stifled chuckles right after, giggling away. They were too engrossed in their own state of euphoria, as their senses had been heightened a lot.

“It’s..” you pondered, each arm of yours were wrapped around each boy, and your fingers found themselves trying to tame their tendrils that danced in the breeze. “..good to share.” you finished, a smug smirk finding its’ way up to your face. You absolutely adored how these guys tried to establish their ownership on you_. It was cute actually_, thinking that they had you for themselves, when they were the ones wrapped around your fingers effortlessly.

A chorus of “mhm’s” and “ugh’s” followed after your statement. They fell into silence after a while, slumber enwrapping their figures that intertwined with yours.

You felt a pair of eyes burning a hole straight right at you, and you almost instinctively knew who it was. You only barely managed to peel away your eyes from the starry night sky, your vision still as blurry as ever.

But how could you miss that stunning face that had its’ eyes on you, and only you? Minho.

His bottom lip jutted out, and the strays of moonlight illuminated the perfect facial features of his. All the way from tip of his nose bridge, his prominent cheekbones and jawline, and milky white pale skin. He looked absolutely ethereal. He ran a hand through his unkempt brown hair, his shaggy bangs falling into place right above his eyebrows. His eyes were hooded, filled with so much blackness, that it reflected close to nothing.

“Slut.” he mouthed.

Your lips parted agape in shock, but it wasn’t as unsurprising coming from Minho. He took every chance to nitpick at you coupled with his incessant insults and never seemed to acknowledge anything good about you. It hurt at first, but you soon came to terms with it by flinging the same insults at him, if not worse. You weren’t intimidated no longer, instead felt more challenged.

Your grin only grows wider as you pull the two guys by your sides closer, and the two of them gladly obliged as they closed off all space between your body and theirs. Jisung still had his arm wrapped snug around your waist, his breath fanning against your neck. Hyunjin had his arm slung around your shoulders, his thumb rubbing small circles on the side of your clavicle.

You were quick to notice the hint of fury behind his solemn eyes, and it satisfied you to a certain extent to gain that sort of attention from him. He scoffed, rolling his eyes before lighting a new blunt and sitting back on his hands that propped him up.

Changbin was spread out on the rooftop with no care in the world, lost in his own humming of melodies while Felix laid atop his stomach, his fingers that were in the air, swayed to the tunes. Chan had been caught in his own deep slumber, curled up right next to Jeongin and Seungmin that were full of jittery laughter.

Everything seemed to fade out into white noise as your eyes looked only at Minho. He was no longer looking at you, which formed a pit at your stomach. You didn’t want to acknowledge it, so you brushed it off as your so called hatred for him. But you couldn’t deny the attractiveness of this man, he was the epitome of the beauty itself. He seemed to take notice of your eyes lingering on him, as his head whipped to your direction.

He lifted his index finger, motioning for you to come to his side. You were reluctant at first but it didn’t take you long to immediately snake out of the two boys’ holds, and come scurrying to Minho’s side.

A laugh escaped his small pink lips, his teeth barely showing through the small smile. You felt your heart flutter a bit, the butterflies in your stomach practically doing somersaults. “Fuck you.” was all you could say to him, you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. You were so hell-bent on manipulating yourself that you hated this man, simply because you did not want to burst his inflated ego by further pumping it. It did the opposite of repel, you were only feeling more attracted to him than ever.

“Time and place, princess.” he replied nonchalantly, flashing a flirty wink. Gosh, you wished you could wipe off that stupid smirk of his. You slap his arm playfully, and he winces slightly, rubbing his exposed arm. The loose grey muscle tank he wore flashed his biceps, which he was so obviously flexing in front of you, not that you minded it anyway.

After a moment of exchanging weak laughters, he stopped abruptly. His eyes were now glued onto you, it was like something had overrun the darkness inside of them and replaced it with... brightness? You could’ve sworn they glimmered gold for a second, before settling down back into hues of dark brown. You breath hitched at the newfound sight of him.

“You’re so fucking dumb.” he says, inching closer to you. You found yourself backing up just a little, shocked by the close proximity you found yourself in with him.

“What?” you croaked, it barely came out as a whisper. Your heart was threatening to jump out of your throat, all of a sudden all you could hear was the thumping of your unsteady heart, his hot breath fanning against the front of your face. You watched his lips move, but you couldn’t seem to capture anything he was saying.

“So dense. I said I like you, fucking idiot.” he sighs, finally pulling away from being so close to you. You noticed the way his ears had immediately went red, although his facial expression remained stoic. How cute, he was trying so hard to be the arrogant guy everybody built him up as.

The confession didn’t settle in until moments later. You thought that it was your high finally enclosing you. Instead, your vision wasn’t as muddled as before. Your heart was physically thrumming against your ribs. The gloomy sky blended into a garish shade of blue, and scattered stars danced among it. You realized that his face wasn’t as pale as before, they were a light shade of pink now. You could see faint glimmers of stars in his eyes, from the reflections of light perhaps, but time seemed to be perfectly still as you admired his side profile. It looked like he held the universe in his eyes.

Everything was so much clearer and distinct. Like your feelings, that found it’s way out of the cage you kept them locked in, and flowed right out of your lips.

“Me too. I like you too, idiot.” you couldn’t help as the sides of your lips tugged upwards shakily, as his eyes met yours tentatively. He let out a furtive laugh, shaking his head. He patted your head before tussling it a little to annoy you. Why were you two dead set on avoiding each other’s feelings anyway? It seemed all silly now that you thought about it.

“Well fuck, what now?” he breathed, billows of smoke from his blunt overshadowing his face for a moment.

He put the fire out from the blunt by stubbing it onto the rooftop tile. The same cheeky smile was plastered onto his face as his arms were wide open for you. “Come here, princess.” he muttered, and you could have sworn that actual hyperactive butterflies were poking at the insides of your stomach at the new nickname he had for you. All you wanted to do was jump into his arms, and so you did. You tackled him to the ground, as both of you burst into fits of giggles.

Everything fell into place. You could no longer smell the nicotine, or whatever that lingered in the air around the both of you. All you smelt was him, his citrus scent mixed with a faint scent of cheap cologne, he smelt like, home. You found yourself in a newfound safety as his arms pulled you in closer, your racing heartbeat matching his as your head rested upon his chest. You felt his lips leave a peck on your forehead as he tucked the strays of hair behind your ear, leaving a tingling sensation that made you crave for more of his soft kisses.

You whimpered softly, snuggling in closer to his chest, basking in his warmth. It seemed like he understood your desperate pleas as he peppered small gentle kisses all over your face. They left a trail from your forehead, the tip of your nose, your eyes, your cheeks, and finally rested atop your lips. He was taking in every inch of you, worshipping the whole of your perfectly-sculpted figure and embraced you like you were fragile. To him, everything about you was perfect. He saw past the imperfections that you so stubbornly insisted upon. Sparks ignited from within you, and pure bliss melted into the entirety of your body, you were beginning to see white.

It all feels so perfect.

You’re all his now, and it’s fucking real.

[timelesstempo]

salt water | bang chan

(1/9) stray kids u.s destinations series

destination: Hawaii, U.S.A

wc: 2.8k

genre: fluff, super tiny bit of angst bc of fear

a/n: i really hope you guys enjoy this! please please tell me if you like it! as stated above, this is the start of a series! each member will have a place in the u.s. that i’ve visited! thank you for any feedback and i love you all! 

summary: snorkeling in Hawaii isn’t all it is cracked up to be; good thing you have the best hype man/boyfriend in the world to help you overcome your fears and join you in one of the most magical experiences of your life

| woojin | chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin |

stray kids masterlist | main masterlist 

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“Babe, come on! The water feels so good!” your boyfriend Chan exclaims while reaching back to take your slightly shaking hand. 

The crystal waters of a Hawaiian tidal pool, bustling with life and tons of interesting creatures to gaze at, sits before you. However, you are not prepared to do what it takes to view that underwater world; snorkeling. 

The thought of sticking your face into water already terrifies you, let alone the unnerving mask and mouthpiece you have to wear and the possibility of brushing up against any unknown creatures that could be lurking around you. 

You had avoided snorkeling throughout your entire trip to the gorgeous Big Island, opting for kayaking on the private waters that came along with the house Chan rented for the week, keeping your head above water. He had immediately jumped into the large lagoon with a snorkel mask attached to his handsome face the minute you arrived at the house and were given the OK from the landlord. 

You envy your boyfriend’s nonchalant and excited attitude towards snorkeling. It really does look fun, especially after hearing his tales of the gorgeous schools of  fish that swim between the rocks. Growing up swimming in Australia definitely gave him a natural love for the sea; there’s practically salt water in his veins. 

The worst part of your fear is that you desperately want to do it; you want to see the ocean and share this wonderful experience with the man you love, but you just can’t bring yourself to stick your face in the water despite wearing the goggles that are supposed to protect it. 

Not only do you want to see the colorful little fish that inhabit the lagoon, but also the sea turtles and small shark you know reside in the lagoon next door. More than anything though, you want to be able to see the enormous manta rays that you have scheduled to visit at the end of the week. The experience of swimming with manta rays is something you seriously do not want to miss out on due to your fear of something as simple as salt water in your eyes. 

Chan knows about your fear and has tried his best to encourage you and comfort you throughout the trip. Today he made the decision to help you get over your fear. He wanted to see your bright smile when you realize that snorkeling isn’t scary and that you can now see a whole new world because of it. He convinces you to come with him down to the lagoon and ditch the kayak paddle for a snorkel mask. 

“Chan, I seriously don’t think I can do this,” you announce to him as you slowly step into the water closer to him and take his outstretched hand. 

“I know you can, my love. It’s all in your head. I’m right here to make sure you’re safe, okay? And you know I only want you to do this because I know how upset with yourself you will be if you don’t,” Chan answers. His Aussie accent seems thicker, perhaps because of the homey feeling he gets in the ocean. 

“You’re right. Okay, please just don’t... don’t let go of my hand,” you beg. 

“I wouldn’t even dream of it,” he replies with a smile. “Are you ready?”

You take in a shaky breath and softly nod. He pulls your hand, leading you further into the cool water toward the rocks where most of the fish are usually gathered. Soon the water is up to your chest.

Chan stops and turns to you. “Okay, let’s put your mask on.” 

Those words alone are enough to make your heart beat faster. Chan helps adjust the strap so the mask fits your head, looking into your panicked eyes when he deems it secure. 

“Hey, you’re okay. I’m right here. Nothing is going to happen to you, I promise. You can do this.” 

He smiles in an effort to encourage you and then leans down to place his now masked face in the water, gesturing for you to do the same.

You put your face as close to the water as possible but stop before dunking your head under. You can’t do this. It’s too much. Chan notices that you haven’t come under and lifts himself back up to look at you. 

“(y/n), hey baby, you can do this. I believe in you. What is scaring you so much? Can I help?” He asks pushing stray hairs caught in your mask away. You take the mask off to explain. 

“I don’t even know. You know how much I don’t like water in my face. I feel like I’ll drown or something if I open my eyes even though I have the mask on,” you answer with your head down. 

“That’s okay, honey. Just take a deep breath and try again. You will get it eventually. It might take practice, but this is the only way to conquer your fear, yeah?” He glances at you for confirmation that you understand him. You nod in answer. 

“Okay, let’s try again. Try opening your eyes. I promise it’s not scary and I’m right here.” You nod again and he ducks his head under once more. 

You take a few deep breaths in an effort to calm yourself and just go for it. You place your face in the water and stay there for a second with your eyes closed. Unbeknownst to you, Chan isn’t watching the water around him, but watching your face for signs of fear. 

You open your eyes and instantly regret it. Your breathing stops and you whip your head up quickly, ripping your snorkel mask off. You immediately begin to cry out of fear but mostly frustration. Before you can process it or even open your eyes, Chan has his arms wrapped around you and your trembling body pulled close to his bare chest. 

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay, sweetheart. You did a great job. I’m so proud of you. You’re alright. I’m here.” He shushes you and rubs your back. He hates seeing you so upset, especially because he’s the one that encouraged you to do this. 

“I-I’m sorry Chan. I c-can’t do it,” you sob into his chest. 

“Don’t be sorry, honey. It’s alright. You were so brave.” He holds you for a few minutes and then pulls away, wiping the salt water from your cheeks that he wishes was from the sea instead of your beautiful eyes. 

“Do you... want to stop? We can keep trying if you want or we can just call it done for today,” he questions. 

You think for a few seconds. You can’t just give up. You want to make Chan proud and you really want to see the fish and the manta rays. With fear and anxiety still swimming in your heart, you look up at him. 

“I want to do this.” 

He smiles. “Okay, let’s do this!”

After an hour of working your way into being comfortable snorkeling, you finally get the hang of it. Though you can still feel your heart beating out of your chest, you’ve conquered your fear and feel on top of the world. Chan can’t contain his excitement and pride, attacking you with kisses with praises falling from his lips left and right. 

He takes you over to where he knows all the fish linger. A school of bright yellow fish swim around each other as if moved by the ocean’s current rather than their own self-influence. A small black and white eel moves out from its hiding place behind a lava rock to see what the two large visitors are doing in its territory before swimming away out of sight. 

You spend the rest of the afternoon with Chan introducing you to the underwater world he previously familiarized himself with and wants to share with you. 

You notice later that night that, just like he promised, at no point during the time you were in the water did he ever let go of your hand.

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The warm summer wind blows your hair every which way as the small boat that is taking you to visit the manta rays speeds across the Kona reef. The sun is beginning its descent and the moon peaks out of the pink clouds.

You and Chan, along with the other passengers, are dressed in tight wet-suits that make you feel life a human marshmallow. Chan somehow still manages to look attractive in the awkward outfit. 

The boat is small and intimate, creating a family-like atmosphere with the small group of strangers. The family towards the back of the boat takes pictures with one another and the small children squeal as the water splashes on their faces. The only other person besides you and Chan, the family, and the two-man crew, is one of the crew member’s great aunt, an elderly lady who appears to be a natural on these excursions. You catch her multiple times smiling over at you and Chan with stars in her eyes and an almost reminiscent look on her face. You’re suddenly very grateful that Chan booked this smaller tour rather than the larger 50-person tours. 

The captain slows his vessel to a stop after about 20 minutes, killing the engine then preparing for the excursion. He and his younger mate hand out snorkel masks and flippers. Your nerves spike for a moment when you are handed your mask until your boyfriend grabs your hand and places a calming kiss to the back of it. 

Once everyone is ready to enter the water, the captain gives the okay and one by one all of you hop off the back ladder into the cold ocean. Chan goes before you so he can be there to catch you despite you wearing a buoyant suit and holding a lime green pool noodle. After the both of you are in the water, you follow the rest of the party toward the young guide to begin what will be one of the most magical moments of your life.

Somehow you are not as nervous as you were a few days ago with snorkeling; maybe its the comfort of the curly blonde-headed man next to you holding tightly onto your hand. Chan already has his goggles on and his face in the water. You join him, taking a deep breath and trying to calm your rapidly beating heart.

Your breath is taken away, not because of fear, but because you’ve never seen anything as amazing as what you see in front of you. Ginormous manta rays glide through the water just under you in the deep blue ocean. Their graceful movements look like a choreographed routine, flipping and turning to the beat of the ocean waves. The small sun rays that still penetrate the water glisten off their black and white bodies. Among them, hundreds of tiny colorful fish drift through the water, most of them in and on out of the rocks behind you. 

You pull on Chan’s hand, pointing to any and every thing you see that you don’t want him to miss. He looks at you with a smile and a nod when he notices what you’re referring to. 

Sure, he loves this underwater world and seeing creatures he never even knew he would in his lifetime, but his favorite part of the experience is seeing you overcome your fear and the sparkle and pure joy in your eyes as you take in the ocean life. 

Soon the free snorkel time is over and its time to begin the manta ray “feeding.” You, Chan, and the other members of your tour all follow the instructions of the guide, grabbing onto the modified surfboard’s handles. The surfboard has a light on the bottom that attracts plankton, a manta ray’s only food source. 

Once the sun has gone down, leaving only small streaks of light left on the horizon, the guide leads the group over a specific spot and then tells your group to lay as flat on the water as possible. 

You give Chan an excited but equally nervous face and he mirrors the expression. He places his hand on top of yours that holds tightly to the rope handle. He keeps it there to calm you both. 

For a little while, nothing happens and you wait anxiously for whatever is supposed to happen. Then suddenly you hear your guide yell so everyone can hear.  “Okay, everyone! There’s one coming from my right! Stay completely still and don’t touch it!” 

You try your best to turn your head and see the creature, but before you even have the chance, the largest animal you’ve ever seen comes up from under you. It’s upside down, its stomach all you can see. It’s mouth could swallow you and Chan both whole in one bite but it won’t. You lightly squeal in a mix of fear and excitement. The fascinating creature is just 2 feet from your face. 

Once it flips back over, its mouth full of its dinner, it swims back into the dark depths of the sea. You look at Chan again with an awestruck look. You hear him exclaim in excitement. Your beach boy looks like a kid in a candy store right now and you couldn’t be happier to experience this with him. 

The graceful, almost magical, creatures continue to feed off the plankton your light board provides for close to 30 more minutes until your guide decides it is time to leave the reef and head back to shore. 

Chan lets you onto the boat first, helping you as you go. The two of you resume sitting near the front of the boat by the captain after putting away your gear and grabbing a complimentary drink from the cooler. 

Both you and Chan unzip your dripping suits, leaving you in your swimwear, letting the wind dry your skin and salty hair. Chan leans back in his seat and wraps his arm around you, prompting you to lay your head on his wet shoulder. The boat starts back up and takes off from the reef. 

The sun is almost completely gone now, a pink tint to the sky reflects on Chan’s handsome face and clusters of stars begin to appear above you. He turns his head that was watching the water to you and places loving kisses on the top of your head. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby. I knew you could do it. I’m so glad I got to experience that with you.”

“Me too. Thank you for helping me over my fear. I couldn’t have done it without you. You know, you really are a natural in the water. Are you sure you’re not a merman?” you tease him. 

He scoffs, “I’m sure, sweetpea. I’m just that talented.” He smirks at you, letting out a laugh when you lightly punch his arm for being cheeky. 

The elderly lady that had resumed her place across from you two smiles over at you. 

“I remember what it was like to be young and in love. You two are a beautiful couple.” 

Your heart warms at her kind words. The two of you engage in a conversation that lasts for the remainder of the ride. Meanwhile, your boyfriend stares at you in awe: from the way you smile when you talk to your new friend, to the way your hair is now frizzy and slightly tangled due to the weather and wind. He’s never been more in love with you. 

The boat arrives at the dock sooner than you thought it would. You stand on the old wooden walkway as you say a goodbye to your new friend. Before leaving, she slips you two pieces of wrapped lychee candy. 

“These were my husband’s favorite candy. I wish you and this handsome young man happiness for the rest of your lives. Thank you for provoking this old woman to take a trip down memory lane.” She grabs both yours and Chan’s hands, giving you a warm smile before walking away to find her nephew. 

You turn to Chan with small tears in your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck. He places his hands around your waist on your lower back. Your hands reach up to run your fingers through his curls. 

“I love you,” you whisper. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you swimming with manta rays, eating lychee candy, and everything in between.” 

Chan places his forehead against yours. “I love you too, and I want nothing more in the world than to be with you forever.”

You reach up and place your lips against his, pouring every ounce of love and gratefulness for this man into it. He reciprocates your kiss quickly, pulling you closer to him. 

The sound of waves crashing on the dock echo in your ears. The wind chills your skin and you feel the recently familiar sprinkles of rain begin to fall over you. 

You pull away from Chan with a giggle. 

“What is it?” he asks with a smile. 

You reach up and give him another peck on impulse, unable to resist him. You smile at him again, twisting his curls between your slightly pruned fingers. He sighs into your touch.

“Your lips taste like salt water.”

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Warm Kisses & Scarves.

Han Jisung x Reader.

Summary: Time alone is rare, but Han Jisung Is even rarer.

Genre: Heated Fluff, FLUFF!!!!

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You knew just by the smirk plastered on Jisung’s face that he was up to no good today.  

From the very moment the members left the dorm, to the second you picked up the book you’d been reading, the boy would make his intentions crystal clear.

“Y/N,” He whines, shaking your body, “I’m bored.”

You don’t even look up from your book, without missing a beat you’re quick to reply. “Hi bored, I’m Y/N.”

He hits your arm, another whine slipping through his lips in a twisted, exasperated smile.

You half smile, briefly meeting his eyes for just a second before looking down at the book.

“Y/N, C’mon.”

Even his words are drawn out in a slow drawl, fingers around your arm to shake your body once again.

“What? I’m reading!” You reply, eyebrows furrowing as you try and figure out where you were up to. “Go make some music.”

Putting his chin on your shoulder, you can feel his eyes plastered on yours. “Why would I leave? You’re here. That’d be mean.”

You barely hear his answer, so immersed in the letters in front of you.

Though it seems to work, because the boy gets up after a few minutes, leaving the room with a small huff. You’re quick to relax into the couch a little more, taking in the world written out in front of you in quick flicks of the eyes; back and forth.

But his chin on your shoulder, breath heavy on your neck, is enough to make butterflies form in your stomach, eyes not even scanning the words anymore.

“Jisung, what are you doing?” “Sh, I’m reading.”

Seconds feel like minutes as they pass, each more agonizing than the last. He made you so nervous, even now, just like this. But the moment is over in a flash. He pulls back, nodding slightly.

“Your book seems interesting.”

He wasn’t stupid. You know he knows what he’s doing, aim being to distract you for some unknown reason. So your eyes follow him as he circles back into the lounge room, hands reaching for the bookmark situated on the coffee table.

Sitting up you sigh at him, watching as his eyes level from his phone to your eyes, a surprised look appearing on his features.

“Well,” You sigh, putting the book down. “You’ve got my attention now, so what is it you want?”

He blinks at you. “Sorry?”

“You heard me Han Jisung.”

He blinks at you again, putting down the phone. “Sorry if I distracted you too much, but don’t worry about it. Continue reading, your book seems really good.”

Eyes narrowing at the boy, you observe him for just another moment before picking up the book, rifling through the pages to get to your marked page.

Your fingers don’t quite touch the cardboard bookmark before the whole book is ripped away from your hands, placed on the coffee table by an eager Jisung, who crashes his lips to yours with a surprising lightness. 
Every detail seems to fall into place with this boy. Bad days became good ones. Tears became smiles. The shaking became laughing. And it was all him, all because of the way he could just grab you and press a kiss to your lips with a kind reassurance that no matter the situation, things could most definitely get better.

You liked being with him like this; near, close.

Despite its lightness, this kiss was intense, needing. It was as warm as the fabric of the couch, as warm as the afternoon sun even.

Moments like this were rare, busy schedules normally being to blame. You barely got time alone together anymore with the promotions and the concerts in your wake. Despite the classic makeout cliche, you two couldn’t deny the fact this was the first time alone you’d had in months.

The sound of the lock turning and the squeak of the door sends you literally flying apart, panting slightly as you try and catch your breaths.

“Cover your eyes Maknae.”

The sound of Chan’s voice, followed by the disgusted noise of Changbin.

“C’ mon guys, we live here too.” Felix teases, walking past the living room to get to his room, a few bags lining his arms.

As the rest of them pile in, chatter high and buzzing in the air, you’re all immersed in conversation, the boys now migrating to the living room couches.

Despite the awkward situation they’d walked in on, surprisingly they’re all calm about the situation, throwing in comments every now and then that makes you blush and Jisung laugh. Like now, as you’re all immersed in conversation over a movie, somehow your names come up in the conversation.

“See, it's like Y/N and Jisung, they’re living their best PG13 life.” “Hyung that makes no sense, Jisung is like 7, and so is Y/N.”

The boy sighs at the maknae, shaking his head. “7+7= 14, Jeongin. They’re a collective age of 14.” “Oh…”

“Yah!” You exclaim, throwing your hands up in exasperation. “That makes no sense. You’re confusing the poor boy!” Seungmin puts a finger to his lips, signaling for you to be quiet, which you hit his arm for.

“Minho, Changbin and I are going to get some dinner at the convenience store. Anyone want to come?”

You drag your gaze from Seungmin, landing on Felix - who is shrugging on a coat.

“I’ll come.” You shrug, getting up from your spot next to Jisung.

Chan immediately swoops in and steals the spot, a suspicious smile on his features. “You go Y/N, Jisung and I are going to have a little chat.”  

And with that, you all let out a chorused “oooh’s”, Jisung hiding his face in his hands with an embarrassed smile.

Putting on your padded coat, you flash Jisung a reassuring smile as his features knot with anxiety, fingers fiddling with rings and teeth biting at the skin of his lips.

As Felix opens the door, you feel the cold air hit your face, goosebumps spreading down your arms and legs. It's a cold night, but the quiet walk to the convenience store is somewhat warm in nature, full of laughs and red cheeks.

The lights of the store are like a warm beacon, drawing you in with every step taken. But a hand on your shoulder stops you, your gaze shooting upwards to meet the fabric of a black scarf. Changbin is quick to wrap it around your neck, the cold skin now insulated by the warmth of the wooly scarf.

“Uh…” you trail off, not so sure what to say. Why was he giving you his scarf?

“You’ll thank me later.” And with that, the group is moving again, leaving you behind in a state of utter confusion.

Half an hour, 3 servings of fried chicken, 10 instant rice packs, and a few servings kimchi later, you’ve all paid for the food and are faced with the hefty task of carrying them home.

“Okay,” you sigh, switching the shopping bag from one hand to the other. “Was it just me or was that woman behind us in the lineup giving me the death glare.”

“Oh, she definitely was.” Minho nods. “Ah! I knew I wasn’t crazy!”

As you all continue walking, Felix tugs down the scarf a little, seemingly trying to play it off with a smile as you two make eye contact.

The thoughts seem to click in your mind, finally realizing that perhaps something is most certainly going on. First the scarf, now this? Stopping in your tracks, you can't help but meet each of their eyes, curiosity eating at you.

“What's going on?” You ask suspiciously, raising an eyebrow. “Perhaps you should ask Jisung.”

Minho’s arm is hit by Felix as soon as the words leave his mouth.

Both eyebrows are raised now, mouth open in surprise.

“Jisung?” You splutter, eyes wide. “Why?”

Changbin sigh, turning towards the two.

“We need to get back to the dorms. It’s late.” “No, we have to tell her.”

Lee Minho sighs, head in hands. “Changbin put the scarf on you to hide something, okay?”

“Sorry?” You question, eyes wide in confusion.

They all shift uncomfortably, fiddling with their clothes. It’s like they’re too awkward to point out something, say something obvious.

“There’s a mark.” Felix tells you, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“A mark?” You question, not quite comprehending.

“Yes,” Changbin sighs, defeated. “On your neck... from Jisung.”

Immediately your features flush red. If you could just simply melt away at this moment, surely you would. Hiding your face away in your hands you can’t help but squeak in embarrassment. How did you not know?!

All three now laughing boys, drag you along the path, reveling in your sheer embarrassment, and leading you to your ultimate damnation; the dorms.

The moment you’re all back, you can’t even bring yourself to look anyone in the eyes. Tugging the scarf a little closer to your neck, you quickly bypass everyone in the living area to the kitchen, setting up the instant rice packs whilst Felix handles the plating up of the chicken strips.

Dinner seems to go past in a pink blur, full of quite exchanges and flushed cheeks as you listen to the conversation at the table. It’s like you melt when you and Jisung finally make eye contact, cheeks turning pink at just the site of him.

“Y/N.”

You’re quick to shift your gaze to Chan, who has a worry etched into his features.

“Aren’t you overhearing in the scarf? It’s really warm in here.”

Shooting Minho a subtle dirty look as the boy chokes back a laugh, you give Chan a smile, shaking your head.

“I’m actually a little cold Chan. The scarf is keeping me warm though.”

As he nods, Jisung shoots you a worried look from across the table, clearly concerned by your contradicting flushed face, and the wooly scarf around your neck.

So after dinner, you rush off to your room, quietly shutting the door behind you before immediately ripping of the scarf, breathing a little sigh in relief as the cold air soothes your itching neck.

“Are you okay?”

The words make you jump, whirling around to see just where they came from, but landing on your boyfriend instead, who sits on the bed in the corner pajamas ridden, phone connected to the wall charger. His hair damp, darker in color. It illuminates his features oddly, giving him more of a mysterious vibe despite his contradicting pajamas.

Face flushing yet again, you shyly nod, eyes tracking to the floor.

He watches you for a few moments, concern breaking slowly into realization in his bright smile.

“Oh,” he says, eyes tracking back to the phone. “You’re cute.”

Head in your hands, you can’t even look at the boy. Your heart is wild in your chest, the beat loud in your ears.

“What did Chan say to you?” You ask, mustering the courage to look at Jisung. “Was he mad?”

“Mad? No, not at all.” He replies, sitting up, phone on the nightstand now.

“Oh...” “Why’s that? Did one of the boys say he was mad?”

You shake your head, cringing a little as you remember the embarrassing thing you were in fact told about.

But your apprehension doesn’t go unnoticed, the boys gaze turning confused.

“What did they say?”

Rather than saying you simply just turn your head, cheeks flushing a little as you do so.

“O-oh..” The boy stumbles, awkwardness quickly filling the room in the span of one word. You cringe at it, not lifting your eyes off the floor.

His feet are soon in front of yours, a gentle hand under your chin to push your gaze back to him.

“I mean, we were interrupted before.” “Yah, Jisung. You’re crazy.”

And just like that, his signature smirk sends your heart into another frenzy. “Perhaps I am.”

From the words to the way he steps forwards ever so slightly, his movements are soft; careful and slightly unsure. It’s the brush of his damp hair on your face as he leans forward, the way in which his fingers are soft on your cheek. Your fingers tangle in the front of his cotton shirt, pulling him closer if even humanly possible. The kiss itself is sweet; comforting.

But when you pull back, breathing a little hard, you can’t but help shake your head at how the boy in front of you makes your heart beat so irregularly, and something deep inside in your stomach swell with so much love and passion.

Stepping back, you crack a smile, meeting his eyes properly for the first time in a few hours.

“You are certainly crazy Jisung.” “Hm, but only for you, my love.”

Making a face at his cheesiness, you shove him away playfully, turning around to grab some pajamas from your draw.

But the sound of the lock clicking from behind you makes you whirl around, eyes wide as they watch a smirking Jisung who is now walking towards you.

“You know, we were interrupted earlier.”

“Interrupted?” You question, watching his every move, from the way he walks to the way he pushes his hair back.

“You know,” he begins. “It was a little something like this.”

And like that your hands are in his, putting you in a trace like state as the boy pulls you towards him, soft and comforting.

When his lips are back in yours, it’s like everything falls into place once more, completely in sync with each other.

Uninterrupted at last you were, pulling each other closer as if to say ‘at last, we can finally be alone together.”

Moments like this with Jisung were precious, almost nonexistent between schedules and work. But now, here you are, wrapped in the arms of the boy you know and love, his lips on yours with surprising gentleness.

You’re not sure how long you two are actually together for, just knowing that the feeling of the boy just being with you made you feel whole, loved even.

Lips slightly swollen, and faces tainted with pink cheeks, the situation was somewhat still comical. You know the teasing will be somehow worse now, as minutes turned into an hour quicker then they had when the boys had been gone. Surely they’d noticed your absences.

But as you enter the living room, a little disheveled and short of breath, the 7 didn’t seem to take much notice, scattered around the living and dining area. The 00 line seem to be caught up in a game of monopoly, whilst others are embedded in a game of Mario Kart.

Sighing in relief, you give Jisung a small smile, but spot Minho’s subtle smirk to Chan over his shoulder.

Relief comes and goes like a flood, leaving only embarrassment as the four of you catch each other’s eyes.

Chan raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He leans over to the both of you, a whisper on his tongue.

“You’re both going to need a scarf.”