And So Pride Month Continues

and so pride month continues💀

(230701) troublemaker ♡ lee know & hyunjin @ 3rd fanmeeting 'PILOT : FOR ★★★★★'

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daily affirmations i Can be normal about that man

Even though you don't post fics anymore I'll love your work forever bae <333

Jisung being the type of bf who'd find any opportunity to kiss your neck...don't get me wrong they start of innocent gradually turning sensual until his face is buried into the nape of your neck...hands holding onto the curve of ur waist like his life depends on it

"Sungie what do u think ur doing?"

A beat of silence...

"Expressing my love for u...?"

He'd giggle out, playfully pouting when he realises u've read through his actions

OMG ARI YOU FINALLY POSTED IT!!

IT'S PERFECT<333 Guys come read the loml's new story omg🌚 This came out really well, the writing style is so you 😭❤️

ⵌ FALL FOR ME <3

synopsis: Yeonjun, the schools heartthrob and heartbreaker. You and him have always been somewhat close, always flirting. Yet when you come clean with your feelings he shuts you down. However your persistent on winning him over, maybe he isn’t to against the idea.

includes: playboy!Yeonjun x reader, smut (at the end), vanilla sex, college au, frat parties, alcohol usuals, angst, fluff, crack, txt members, lesserafim yunjin & chaewon

word count: 5k

a/n: first time releasing a long fic! Hope ya enjoy, reblogs are greatly appreciated:3

Choi Yeonjun. He was known by all at your campus. Whether that be because of his beautiful looks, confident personality, or his reputation with girls.

Most girls fell for Yeonjun, saying that they felt a special connection with him, only for him to ghost them the next day or week.

It’s not that he didn’t care but it’s more of he didn’t want a long term relationship. And it’s not like he was setting it off either, but he genuinely felt like none of these girls were what he wanted.

If he was being honest they were easy. Meaning that most of them had daddy issues, or didn’t have that self respect for themselves.

Yeonjun wanted someone that knew their worth just as much as he knew his own. Yeonjun knew he was good looking, he knew he was talented and he was confident. He found it attractive when a girl was confident about themselves and knew what they wanted.

Now as much as you hated to admit it, you were definitely in the same category as the girls he’s hooked up with. Well at least only as far as catching feelings for the latter.

Maybe it was embarrassing to be pining over him for three years. Falling hopelessly in love with the guy that shamelessly flirted with every living thing. Your friendship with Yeonjun was…different you’d say.

You guys were close enough for him to ask you about advice for problems, and such. Coming to you when he was stressed or just wanted to chill. Yet he’d always flirt with you, loving to tease you.

And with your time knowing Yeonjun you grew to know that that’s just how he was. But that didn’t mean it didn’t effect you because it did. Yeonjun could have you flustered in just a second with his flirtatious eyes and voice.

A lot of girls were always jealous of your position, they assumed that since you were close with him, there was no way you guys didn’t hook up . But it was the complete opposite.

In a way you were fine with that, you didn’t want to just be another fuck toy to Yeonjun.

You wanted to mean something to him, you wanted him to be able to feel comfortable around you and not put up a front like he did with these other girls.

It was honestly a wonder to you about what went through his head when he would cut off a girl. Because no matter how many times you’ve confessed to him and he’s always rejected you, he never ghosted you. So you would be left to wonder, “Well he doesn’t like me enough to be with me yet he likes me enough to keep me around?” Like every other person would say “simple he just sees you as a friend.”

You would never stop yourself from thinking there was something more though. It was funny how vivid you remember the times he’d always rejected you.

It’d honestly been a couple months that he had non stop been flirting with you. Complimenting you, twirling your hair whenever you were in his proximity, inviting you out with him. He lived for reactions and how you’d flush whenever he was just around.

Everything was fun and games until you were over one night and you told him how you felt and all he could do was cringe.

Rubbing his neck he said, “I didn’t mean for it to go this far…” As much as it hurt you, you put up a front smiling warmly at him. “That’s okay. I just needed to tell you.” To say he was confused was an understatement but he just nodded his head.

You ended up going back to your dorm because of how awkward it was.

Your bestfriend’s despied him, even though you were strong they knew it had to hurt, getting turned down from the boy you liked.

“Honestly Y/n there’s way more guys that are like ten times better than him!” Yunjin exclaimed, Chaewon nodding along. “I agree! He’s a total douche! I mean he hurt you and he’s been with like half the campus already.”

Yunjin gasps, her eyes widening. “Dude what if he like.” She leans in. “Has STDS.” And Chaewon and you both cringe. “Ew really Jen.” And she shrugs, “Hey I’m just saying.”

You sigh, slumping against your seat, the three of you had gone out to eat. Your guys attention is drawn to the pair that walks through the door.

When you all look it’s Yeonjun with a girl clinging to his arm. You hear Yunjin sigh and you turn around, facing your guys table. You’ve been avoiding him ever since you told him how you felt out of pure embarrassment, even though you did say things were fine.

“Do you wanna go.” Chaewon asks and you nod. Yunjin waves over the waiter accidentally catching the attention of Yeonjun and he straightens up, waving to her yet she glares at him.

“Shit. He’s coming.” She quickly whispers. “Yunjin! Hey—Oh the whole gangs here.” He smiles, the both of them glaring at him. You don’t look up from your food.

“Hey Y/n.” You hear him say and as much you shouldn’t have, you missed hearing him say your name. You look up at him, nodding. “Hi.”

And he tilts his head, pursing his lips. Before he can answer, the waiter comes back. Yunjin signs the bill and gets up, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards her. Neither of them say bye to him, “Bye Y/n!” He says and you look back, only to be met with that smile you grew to love so much.

After a long dreadful week of thinking and drowning in your feelings. You finally came to terms with your big plan, if Yeonjun wanted to be that way, then you’d just have to beat him at his own game.

It didn’t sound to bad because you were always just shy around him. Never really saying anything back, just letting him have his fun.

Although now you were going to make sure that for whatever tease he said you’d be able to clap back, you had to be bolder. Your number one main goal was to at least make him blush.

When you told Yunjin and Chaewon they were so delighted with your idea. However you left out the part where it was to win him over, they just thought you were trying to make him jealous. They even tried to pitch in their thoughts.

“You should totally get with one of his friends.” Yunjin said grinning to herself. “What! No! I’m not gonna play that type of game…” Yunjin agreed and so did Chaewon. “True you don’t wanna stoop that low.” All of you nodding in unison.

It wasn’t hard to start talking to Yeonjun again because he never made anything awkward, you were surprised that no matter how long you guys stopped talking he was the one to reach out, always.

He’d sent you a text that he’d be waiting outside of your class so you both could have lunch together.

“Hey cutie.” He wiggled his brows, back again with the teasing. “Hi pretty boy.” You eyed him, glancing him up and down.

For a split second you see his brows furrow, yet they go back to normal. “Come on I’m starving.” He says quickly turning away.

As you guys were waiting for your order in the food court Yeonjun groans. “Ugh I’m so hungry I can literally eat a horse.” And you laugh, “Yea I don’t doubt it.” His head whips up to you and he scoffs. “Really?” He raises a brow and you tilt your head. “Yup.”

He stares at you, almost as if he’s trying to decipher something. Yet your order is being called and you usher him to go get it.

Once he comes back he’s immediately stuffing his face. You shake your head at him when you notice he has sauce on the corner of his mouth. You gesture to him but he kept missing. So you take it upon yourself to lean close and swipe your finger along it.

However instead of having a moment, you put extra pressure. Making him frown by the way you were smooshing his cheek. His eyes narrow at you, not even wanting to scold you.

“Are you gonna go to Wooyoung’s party?” You had heard about it from Yunjin, however he did invite you himself. Your friends would tell you over and over that it seem like he took a liking to you. “You know him?” You knew that they were friends and although you would never actually get with him, it’d be nice to tease him.

“Um yes he’s the one that invited me.” You laugh and he immediately stops chewing, glancing at you. You give him a look, but he just rolls his eyes. “So you’re going with him?”

You bite your lip, trying not to smile. “I mean I don’t know maybe, are you going?” He pouts, his eye brows furrowing. “Yea.” You furrow your brows back, not liking his dry answer. “Let’s go then.” You say and he finally finishes his food.

“Well you’re going with him.” And you can’t help but laugh, dramatically gasping right after.

“Is The Choi Yeonjun jealous?”

“Why would I be jealous!” He barks back, turning his face away. Your smile grows when you notice his ears are red.

Silently cheering that you achieved your first goal. You lean in and tug at his ear. “You’re blushing~” He smacks your hand away and you laugh at him.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you blush before.” You pause. “It’s cute.” It’s so surprising to see how quiet he’s got, not fighting back, he just has his head turned not looking at you. “Shut up and eat your food.” He grumbles and when he sneaks a glance at you, you wink at him, making him huff.

“I made him blush!” You announced to your friends as you walked through the door. “What?” They both turned and you were standing there, all big and proud.

“Yup, and we need to go to Wooyoung’s party.” Yunjin and Chaewon give each other a look and then turn to you. “We? Didnt he invite you?” Yunjin says and Chaewon nods.

“What! You guys can’t abandon me!” And they both groan. “But it’s tonight, I’m so tired.” Yunjin slides down the couch. “Please! You guys!” It’s not like they were going to say no, all of you guys were each others weakness. “Ok we will!”

When you guys arrive the music blares throughout the house and surprisingly, Wooyoung is chilling on his front yard, a beer in his hand.

When his eyes land on you he tenses up, his eyes widening a little. Yunjin and Chaewon seem to catch on before you and they smirk at you. “What?” You say and you turn to their line of sight, seeing Wooyoung wave at you.

You smile and when you turn back they’re gone. You’ll make sure to let them have it later.

“Hey! I’m glad you made it.” He says happily, low key checking you out. “Yea of course, thanks for inviting me.” You smile. “Uh- you want something to drink? I got a lot of options.” He laughs, rubbing his neck, “Yea sure.”

You can see him take a deep breath and then he’s holding out his hand. You’re puzzled for a second but grasp on to it. He tightens his grip on your hand while you guys make your way through the crowd. Once he leads you to the drinks you thank him.

“You okay with whatever?” He asks you, and you nod. Once he hands you your drink you open your mouth to say something but your words die out when you feel a hand on your waist, you flinch, moving to shove whoever laid their hands on you.

“Hey sweet thing.” Yeonjun grins at you and you narrow your eyes at him. “Hands off.” You grumble, moving next to Wooyoung.

He smiles at Yeonjun, dabbing him up. “Thanks for coming.” He smiles at him and Yeonjun smiles back looking at you.

“Want me to get you something?” He gestures to the drinks and you shake your head. “Wooyoung got me one.” You take it out of his hand sipping it, all while maintaining eye contact with Yeonjun.

Instead of leaving he stays to converse with Wooyoung, making you pout. You put your hand on his shoulder, leaning close to his ear. “I’ll see you later, text me.” Wooyoung freezes, bashfully humming back at you.

Yeonjun watches the whole interaction, taking a swig of his beer. You meet up with Yunjin and Chaewon and you’re kinda offended by the way they’re looking at you.

“What?” You say and Yunjin sighs. “What happened to Wooyoung?” Yunjin pouted and you roll your eyes. “Yeonjun stole him from me.” You rest your chin on your hand and you suddenly get an idea. “I’ll be back.” Chaewon and Yunjin share a look. “You just got here!” Chaewon yells, you nod, already walking away. “I’ll text you guys!”

Surprisingly you find Yeonjun by himself, still near the drinks. “Do a shot with me.” You bite your lip, trying to contain your smile.

He eyes you, looking at the shot glass in your hand. “You tryna drug me?” He raises his brow, taking the shot glass. “Oh shut up, it’s your favorite.” You say handing him the soju, and he grins.

He moves closer to you and your brows furrowed in suspicion. He catches on and laughs, “Love shot?” He wiggles his brows, you don’t say anything but hook your guys arms, already sipping from your shot glass.

You and Yeonjun stick together, continuing to drink till the point your guys words are slurred and sight is a little blurry.

You both find yourself on a couch, the music blaring through the speakers. Your head is laid against his shoulder as his droopy eyes stare in the distance.

He feels your stare on him so he turns, glancing at you. “What?” He shortly says, his eyes glancing at your lips for a split second yet you don’t catch it.

“You’re so pretty.” Your words are hushed against his ear and he shudders, his heart beat picking up. He doesn’t answer, opting to fiddle with the hem of his shirt. He turns to look at you and you’re much closer then he expected, his breath hitching.

Before your lips could meet his he stands up. “I gotta go.” Leaving you confused and alone as you stare at his retreating figure.

You pout and pull out your phone, missed calls and texts from Yunjin and Chaewon, yours guys group chat as well.

Once you call them they’re right by your side in a second. “What the hell happened to you!” Yunjin starts helping you up, worry lacing her features, Chaewon rushing to your other side.

“Yeonjun left me.” Yunjin’s brow furrowed, she couldn’t even explain how mad she was. “That piece of shit.” She grits, already ordering an Uber back to the dorms.

Yeonjun pushed through the crowd, trying to call one of his friends to pick him up, which he successfully does.

“Jesus Christ dude you never get this drunk what’s wrong with you.” Beomgyu says, shaking his head as he helps him in the car. Yeonjun is quiet, making Beomgyu uneasy.

“You good?” He takes a deep breath in. “I was with Y/n.” Beomgyu seems to loosen up. “Oh! That’s great how is she!” He lightens up yet his smile falters when he looks at Yeonjun.

“She tried to kiss me.” Beomgyu blinks, pursing his lips. “Um, what’s so bad about that? Don’t you like her?”

“I don’t like her!” He shouts, his mouth pulling into a pout.

Beomgyu is taken aback at Yeonjun’s small outburst. But he shakes his head, a small smile gracing his lips.

“Are you sure…” He says definitely prying. Yeonjun’s face softens, and Beomgyu can see him visibly slouch.

“I just.” He starts his eyebrows pulling together. “She’s to good for me, her heart is. I’m scared I’ll break it.” He sighs, looking at his hands. “Even though she makes me feel things no girl has ever made me feel, she’s perfect, and she deserves someone better.” He confesses, his pouty lips pulling into a more deeper frown, his eyes lost.

Beomgyu sighs, “You’re so in love with her.” He laughs, and Yeonjun glares at him. “But she’s in love with you too dude, she has been. I get you’re scared of hurting her, but that should be a main motivation to not.” Yeonjun nods, groaning right after.

“But I messed up! I just ditched her!” He slaps a hand over his face, regretting his decision that he made out of fear. “Yea maybe that wasn’t so smart. You’ll make it up to her though.” Yeonjun turns to him, chewing on his lips. “Yea I will.” He whispers.

Right when you guys all got back to your dorm you locked yourself in your room and cried.

You knew it wasn’t going to be easy to win Yeonjun over, but the thought of you making him uncomfortable killed you because all you ever wanted was for him to be comfortable around you.

The morning you wake up you’re met with swollen eyes and a pulsing headache, your day already starting terrible.

You definitely weren’t ready to see Yeonjun’s face after last night. However your best friends don’t let you dwell on it, getting you your favorite coffee order and comforting you.

They do make sure to give you your space though and you’re so thankful for how thoughtful they are.

You leave the dorm with your earbuds in but no destination to go. You found it therapeutic to walk without a care just listening to music, it calmed you really.

Of course it had to be disrupted by bumping into someone. Pulling an earbud out,

“Shit sorry I didn’t see where I was-”

“Y-Y/n.” Yeonjun gulped blinking at you.

You froze, blinking as well. Your mind tried to come up with something to say, an apology maybe, but nothing was coming to mind.

“I’m sorry.” You both say at the same time. Again, you both blink at each other yet he speaks up.

“You’re sorry? Why are you sorry?” You twiddle with your earphone wire, “For making you uncomfortable. It was never my intention to.” You mumble, feeling guilty.

“No! I wasn’t uncomfortable, I-” He bites his lip, looking around. Catching the attention of near by people. “Do you think we can talk somewhere in private.” You nod, you both were in the middle of the quad.

The walk to his dorm was quite. The both of you trying to save your words for when you were behind closed doors.

When the door shuts, you find yourself walking to the couch and he follows you. It’s silent for a bit, the both of you having so much to say but no words to express it.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable, you never make me uncomfortable.” He admits, fiddling with his fingers.

It was rare to see Yeonjun nervous.

“Then why’d you leave?”

It’s not like you didn’t believe him, you were just curious. He gulps, rubbing his hands on his pants.

“I was scared.” Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Not scared like that but like, I was nervous.”

He’s stumbling over his words trying to make sense of his stupid explanations.

“You were nervous to kiss me?” He nods. “You do it all the time though. Well not with me but.”

His heart is beating, “Y-You’re different.” He’s avoiding all eye contact with you, chewing his lip. “How…?” To anyone they say you were being very clueless, oblivious. But you genuinely threw out the hope in your mind that Yeonjun would like you.

“Because.” He mumbles.

“Because why?”

“Because I like you y/n.” He whispers.

You probably wouldn’t have heard it if you weren’t sat next to him.

His words go in one ear and out the other. However when you realize what he said, your eyes go wide. You don’t think before the words leave your mouth.

“Then why did you reject me so many times.”

Nice. You internally face palm yourself. Yeonjun answers without hesitation.

“I was scared of hurting you.” You blink at him and he finally looks at you. He almost looks drunk, the way his eyes are half lidded and he’s breathing slowly.

Yet that’s how he felt when he was with you. Calm yet infatuated with you, like you were the only girl on the world that truly understood him and could put up with him.

“So what changed that?” He doesn’t look away from you anymore, maintaining eye contact with you. “Well last night was a wake up call, when I saw you with Wooyoung.” He laughs nervously, “So you were jealous?” He glares at you continuing to speak.

“After I left Beomgyu picked me up and we talked. About my feelings for you and stuff.” You smile, the situation finally hitting you.

Yeonjun likes you, Yeonjun confessed to you. So you smile ear to ear, trying to bite your lip to hide it. You turn your body, your knees resting on the couch as you look at him.

“You’re no longer scared of hurting me right? And you don’t plan on doing anything stupid ?” He nods quickly, “Never.” He blinks at you expectedly.

“As obvious as it was, I like you to Yeonjun.” You smile to yourself once again, you wonder what your self from a couple months ago would think. How you weren’t getting rejected and Yeonjun was the one actually confessing to you.

He smiles now to, his neck and ears flushed red. You move to tug on it like you’ve done before.

“You’re blushing.” You whisper and he moves to pinch your cheek. “You are to.” His hand doesn’t move, letting it rest on your cheek.

At the same time you both glance at each others lips then back at each others eyes. Yeonjun leans in, letting your lips meet his half way.

The kiss is sweet and gentle, just a little open mouthed and it makes you heat up. He holds you as if you’ll break with in his grasp.

When you both pull away your out of breath but Yeonjun doesn’t waste any time, kissing you again. His hands dropped to your waist, your hands tangling in his hair. He’s pulling you closer to him, almost as if he lets go you’ll disappear.

“Tell me if you wanna stop and I will.” He says against your lips, “I want this.” You whisper and he smiles in the kiss. His tongue peeking out, silently asking for entrance. You gladly open your mouth, his tongue entangling with yours.

A moan leaves your lips, letting him explore your mouth. His grip on your hips tighten when the sound leaves your mouth. He finally pulls you on top of him, sinking into the cushion.

Even though you’re on top of him, he’s very much the one in control with the way he’s reducing you to a mess with just his tongue in your mouth.

When you pull away for air a string of saliva connects your guys lips. Both of your guys eyes lidded and staring at one another. “Wanna stop?” He rubs his hand that’s on your hip. You shake your head, rubbing your finger against his lips.

“Then tell me what you want.” He pecks your hand, holding it against his lips. “I want you.” You pout and he smiles, sitting up, holding your thighs so you won’t fall.

He rests his head against yours. “You have me princess.” You flush at the pet name. You don’t say anything else, your lips moving back to his.

He picks you up, never breaking the kiss he makes his way to his room, setting you down gently.

His hands are planted beside your head. “You promise this is ok?” You nod, a hand reaching up to glide your fingers along his cheek. “I pinky promise.” He laughs, moving down to place pecks along your neck.

Your breath hitches when he reaches your sensitive spot. He smirks, sucking and nibbling until your skin turns red. He moves down to your collarbone, he looks at you for permission, which you grant with a nod.

He helps you peel off your shirt, throwing it on the floor. His hands rub you waist, making you giggle. “What?” He smiles down at you, and you laugh again. “Just tickles.” He smirks, “You’re so cute.” He moves down to your stomach, leaving light pecks, stopping at your pants.

Once you give him the ok, he takes them off gently. You wonder if he’s ever been this gentle with another girl, (he wasn’t) yet you don’t dwell on it.

Only now do you notice you’re almost fully nude, blushing at the realization. You tug at his shirt with a pout, and he grins at your cute antics.

He pecks you before pulling off his shirt and taking off his pants, moving you to lay down. But you stop him, your hand gliding along his abs, kissing up his chest. He blushes, his cock jumping at your action.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me go crazy.” He sounds breathless, your hands wrap around his neck and you pull him down with you. Your lips moving slowly with his, as he kisses you his hand slips under your panties, freezing at the feeling of your wetness.

“Shit you’re so wet princess.” You flush, “Wanna taste you so bad but I don’t think I can’t wait any longer.” He groans, rubbing your thigh.

“We can save that for another time.” You smile and he laughs. “Definitely.” He nods, he reaches for his drawer, rummaging for a condom.

“S-Shit.”

“What’s wrong.” You say.

“I have no more condoms .”

You stifle a laugh, “You fuck that much?”

He pouts, “No I don’t! I just lost them.”

He sighs, your hands rest on his hips. “I’m on the pill, you’re negative right?” His eyes widen a little, “This would be my first time going raw.”

You grin, “Well the pleasure is mine.” He smiles cheekily at your comment but can’t ignore the way he feels painfully harder now.

He pulls off your panties, leaving small kisses on your inner thighs. You squirm when he nips at them, he leaves a kiss on your slit, pulling back to take off his boxers.

As he’s doing that you clip off your bra. He gives his cock a few strokes, looking down at you.

“You okay?” You nod. “You wanna stop you tell me okay?” You nod again, pulling him in a kiss.

You both hiss as he inches deeper in your cunt. Yeonjun was long and girthy, his tip pointing a little up. “Oh fuck.” You bite down on his lip, moaning at the stretch.

He hisses, detaching his lips from yours he shoves his face in your neck. “God you’re so tight.” He whimpers, he just bottomed out and he already feels pussy drunk.

He kisses your neck, his heavy breaths meeting you ear. His hands move to entangle your hands that are gripping the sheets, intertwining them with his.

He squeezes them, whispering that he’s gonna move. His thrusts are slow but deep, making your hands in his grip tighten. “S’big ‘junie.” You whine in his mouth, making his cock twitch.

“Yea angel?” He says breathlessly already feeling like he’s gonna cum as well. His hips pick up, fucking into you a little sloppy. “F-Fuck pussy sucking me in so good.” He gasps, a hand detangles from yours moving down to rub circles on your clit.

Your breath gets caught in your throat, a choked moan leaving your mouth. “J-Jun I-”

He doesn’t stop until he feels your flutter around him, fucking you through your high. Your arms fly out to wrap around his neck , “I-I love you.” You say against his ear.

That does it for him, sending him over the edge, he stills, whining against your neck. He doesn’t break away from you just yet, letting his weight crush you but it doesn’t bother you.

He smiles against you, kissing your shoulder, all the way to your lips. “Ima pull out ok?” You nod tiredly against him and when he does he finds his boxers and enters the restroom.

He exits with a hand towel, gently cleaning you. “Um do you wanna borrow boxers? Because these are kinda…drenched.” He says holding your obvious soaked panties. You slap your hands over your eyes.

“You don’t have to show them to me!” You whine and he laughs, grabbing a pair and slipping them on you, passing you one of his shirts as well.

He lays down next to you, and you turn towards him. “You know, I didn’t think you’d come just by me telling you I love you. Who knew The Choi Yeonjun was such a softie.”

He pouts, pulling you towards him. “Didn’t know my dream girl was such a tease.” He mumbles and you laugh. “You’re one to talk!” He laughs as well. “I love you too, if you didn’t know by now.”

He rubs your cheek, staring into your eyes so lovingly. “It’s always nice to hear it.” You whisper, pecking his lips. “So date tomorrow?” He asks and you nod.

“Wait this wasn’t a date?” He narrows his eyes at you. “Ha ha. Very funny.” He squeezes your thigh making you squeal.

You laugh against his lips, the both of you opting to laze around on his bed.

You definitely had a lot of explaining to do to Yunjin and Chaewon.

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230702 ✧ HYDRANGEA LOVE ✧ TAEHYUN

Thank you so much dearest 😭❤️ You've got me giggling and all that 😩 Thank YOU for reading my work <33 it makes me so happy that you enjoyed this story

"... and they were camp-mates." (더 가까이~)

⚝fic type: romance, young love

⚝genre/contains: han jisung x fem reader, summer camp!au, fluff, comfort, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pinning, both reader and jisung are over 18

⚝warnings: slightly suggestive

⚝word count: 5.8k

⚝inspo: mixtape:oh by stray kids

⚝A/N: this is my entry for the may/june blossoming love event (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) happy pride month & an even happier 2 year anniversary of mixtape oh!! (the korean title is from han's verse in the song's bridge)

“너와 두 눈을 맞추고서, 한 걸음 더 네게로...

계획을 세워봐도, 여전히 네 앞에 서면 나는 애야”

The great oak doors opened with a familiar creak as you stepped into the reception of your long-time summer camp. Nothing had changed. Nothing really ever changed here. Year in, year out and this lodge remained tried and true. You had attended this camp almost every summer for the past six years. Both your parents had incredibly demanding jobs. Since they couldn’t keep you entertained for your entire holiday themselves, they had figured camp was a good alternative to leaving you at home to your own devices all day. You hadn’t liked the idea at first, but this place gradually grew on you… its carefree and youthful aura was something you’d always reminisce on. It was out of the city, away from all the noise and rush. The camp was bordered by a forest on one side and a lake on the other; the fresh air was always so soothing to your lungs, particularly on the first week back here. Whether a kid liked being outdoors or not, this place had a way of expanding one’s perspective on what fun could look like.

You ran a finger along the smooth brown reception desk as you took in your surroundings. The familiarity of the place made you sigh; the tension you didn’t know you were holding slowly easing off your shoulders. Cheesy motivational quotes and colourful posters about camp activities were tacked onto the notice board beside the desk.

On the counter, a jar of sweets glinted invitingly in the soft sunlight seeping through the room’s large open windows. They came in handy especially in the first few weeks of camp, when the receptionist needed to calm down the kids who ran in demanding to phone their parents and have them pick them up. It was a regular occurrence with the younger campers, you had behaved that way too on your first summer. Some of the best– and worst– moments of your childhood had happened at this camp. You’d broken limbs, learned how to swim, cycle and bake here… As well as more unconventional feats, such as learning how to pick a lock with a hair pin.

The reception had received a fresh coat of paint since you were last here, the beige tint no longer chipping to reveal the dulling white beneath it. You dinged the tiny bell on the table top and took a seat at the orange couch beside the door as you waited for the receptionist to come in. You came back this summer as a junior Counsellor to earn a little extra cash before you joined college. Familiar as the place was, you were sure this summer would be a relatively different experience considering your new position and the fact that you wouldn’t be spending it with the friends you had made here. It would be rather boring without them all, you thought, as you knew most of the other junior Counsellors would be unfamiliar faces.

The receptionist walked in through a side door after a few minutes and beckoned you forward with a warm greeting so you could register your name in the counter book and receive your pass. You can’t help but smile as you take in the photographs still stuck to the wall behind the desk. They were from three years ago, when your camp’s rowing team had competed in a tournament and won. Under the generic congratulatory banner, you could see your own toothy grin (and pimpled forehead) staring back at you. Right next to it was one particular chubby cheeked boy who was smiling triumphantly as he held his hand up in a peace sign. You let out a small laugh at the memory of the cheesecake-loving boy who’d simultaneously annoyed the hell out of you and elevated your stays here to astronomical levels of fun.

“Hey baby!” Came his unmistakable voice from behind you. It made you spin around in shock. The Han Jisung was leaning against the door frame, a crossbody bag slung across his broad chest and a large box cradled in his arms.

The nickname 'baby' had always fallen so easily from his lips, in the same manner one would casually use ‘bro’ or ‘mate’. He hadn’t changed all that much… still had those insanely chubby cheeks and annoyingly perfect waist. His sense of fashion had improved tremendously, yet still looked very Jisung-esque; comfort had always been the most important element to his dressing.

“Jisung? What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question,” he countered with a wink, walking in and setting the box down on the counter. “Can’t deny I’m not happy to see you, though.”

He turned to the receptionist then. “These are books I’d, uhm, borrowed from the camp’s library… over the years… and forgotten to return.” He explained with his signature grin, hoping to charm the older man into letting him off the hook. Soon enough he'd check the 'return by' dates and realize that some of the box’s contents had been under Han Jisung's bed at home for about four years now. If it wasn’t for his pestering mother they’d still be there, honestly.

You scoffed, trying to ignore the swell of his bicep as he leaned an arm on the counter. “You read?”

Jisung stuck his tongue out at you. You rolled your eyes when the receptionist opened the box to reveal dozens of comics. “These don’t count as books, Jisung.”

“They do, too.” He challenged back indignantly.

“You don’t read.” You stated with finality as the receptionist went back through the side door he came in from.

“Yes I do.” Jisung countered adamantly as he leaned towards you and tapped your nose with his finger. You groaned and leaned back, stifling the laugh that was climbing up your throat.

“So what’s your deal?” he asked, changing the subject with a teasing pout of his lips as he poked your side. “Missed this place that much?”

“I’m here as a Counsellor.” You explained shortly, paying no mind to his antics. Jisung had a habit of trying to rile you up for no apparent reason. He seemed to find great fun in it.

“Well look at that, baby!” He said with exaggerated glee, showing you his pearly white teeth as he smiled wide. You narrowed your eyes at him, fighting back the smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“We’ll be spending one last summer together,” he gushed, emphasizing each word with an affectionate pat on your shoulder.

—

You watched Jisung scribble his name just below yours in the worn out counter book. You couldn’t believe your luck, this had to be some kind of joke.

The two of you had a history.

You remember the summer Han Jisung had serenaded you by the campfire, all in the name of having you lend an ear for his new song. The dark haired boy had sung his heart out while dutifully strumming his guitar. You recall the way he hadn't broken eye contact for a second, the crackling fire illuminating his determined face. The performance had ended with him shyly confessing that you had inspired the ballad.

That had also been the summer you’d had to untangle him from his mosquito net. Yeah, not Jisung’s finest moment.

None of his roommates had managed to free him and you had for some reason been deemed an expert in such cabin room catastrophes. He’d snuck a kiss to your cheek as you finally freed his fragile legs from the net. (A kiss you’d immediately wiped off as the other campers began to holler and croon sickly sweet love songs.)

—

When he’d walked in, Jisung’s stomach had done a funny flip at the sight of you. After all this time…

The effect you had on him was as strong as when he’d last seen you. He started teasing you out of habit, the urge near instinctual after all these years. What else was he supposed to do? That was his only way of masking the true nature of his feelings. You absolutely captivated Han Jisung, in just about every way possible. Unknown to you, he had been under your spell for years now. Sure, you’d probably caught on at one point or another that he had a crush on you, but it ran deeper than that. Jisung was enthralled by the way your brain worked, and the unique solutions you found to problems. Though a bit of a genius in his own right– especially musically– Jisung was rather scatter-brained and your efficiency and structure was something he’d always admire. In addition to that you had the prettiest eyes he’d ever had the pleasure of looking into.

As you walked side by side, Jisung grappled with how he was going to keep things light and friendly between you two. Internally, he knew that he was fighting a losing battle.

—

The two of you made your way to the centre of the camp where the senior Counsellors were dividing duties. Nayeon, your favourite Counsellor from your time at camp, handed you your own schedule. It turns out you would be working with the younger kids. Not a bad deal considering you’d been on babysitting duty for most of your life, being the oldest sibling and all.

Jisung, who was seated next to you on the sturdy log, grinned as he read his own sheet and nudged you with his elbow when he reached the end of the slip.

“Looks like we’ll be cabin-mates, baby.” He declared. Your eyes widened at that, scanning through your own paper to confirm his statement. Indeed, you would be holed up with Han Jisung for a whole month.

You sputtered, blaming the sudden heat creeping up your face on the sun overhead, and looked up at Nayeon with your mouth slightly agape.

“You’re the same age,” she pointed out, shrugging. “And you know each other. I figured it would be more comfortable than rooming you with strangers.”

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest as your mind ran a mile a minute, providing you with scenarios of how this could possibly turn out. You struggled not to give any outward indication of the thoughts clouding your brain.

“Unless you want me to change it…” Nayeon offered kindly, noticing the panic dancing in your eyes despite your efforts to conceal it.

You looked over at Jisung, who’s heart-shaped mouth had formed a slight pout at Nayeon’s suggestion. He quickly dropped it when he noticed your gaze.

“Uh… no, no. This will be fine.”

“Are you sure, sweetie?” She double-checked.

“Yeah, sure. Positive.” You cleared your throat that suddenly felt very dry. You quickly racked your brain for a reason to excuse how flustered you were. “I was just- Jisung’s really messy so I was a little-”

“Am not.” He countered childishly, looking slightly offended. Unfortunately for him, the slight upwards quirk of his mouth betrayed the charade.

“I’ve heard the horror stories.” You teased with a raised brow, referring to the tales you’d heard from his previous cabin-mates.

“Well,” Nayeon cut in, shaking her head in amusement. “If the arrangement is alright with the both of you then I’ll leave you to it.”

She smiled good-naturedly before moving on to her other colleagues who had queries.

—

Rooming with Jisung wasn’t all that bad. Both of you were shy at first and kept to your respective sides of the small cabin. The room had two bunk beds and Jisung kept his mess to his top bunk. Sleep had evaded you on the first night and he’d actually offered to sing you to sleep. It had worked wonders and over the next two weeks it became somewhat of a routine.

The only time you got in each other’s way was rushed mornings when you needed the bathroom at the same time. You didn’t spend much time in there anyways, already swept up in the flurry of activities that camp provided. In truth, you just wanted to avoid the blush that graced your cheeks whenever he walked in all sleepy to brush his teeth, muttering a ‘hey, baby’ with his gravely morning voice. The domesticity of going about your morning routines together got to your head faster than you expected it to. Perhaps what made it worse was when he had to lean over or behind you to grab something on your end of the sink.

One morning he’d full-on wrapped an arm around your waist as he reached over and snagged your scented lotion. Jisung thought he was being all slick but the proximity ended up flustering him even more than it did you. You’d feigned annoyance at his seemingly endless antics, scolding him and trying to pry the bottle from his hand. Jisung, stubborn as ever, wasn’t giving it up that easily and cheekily brought his face closer to yours with puckered lips. You’d recoiled immediately with wide eyes and he laughed in delight, savouring his victory as you narrowed your eyes at him and stormed out of the bathroom before he got to see the smile you couldn’t seem to fight off.

—

It felt like the kids wanted to try out everything at once. On days you seriously needed some down time, you’d get one of them to start up a game of hide and seek. That kept them busy for a good hour, sometimes more depending on the number of participants.

Hide and seek had always been a popular game at camp. The game’s rules were different here– and a seeker finding you didn’t automatically mean you had lost. Once found, you and the seeker had to race to where they’d been counting; whoever got there first won. If you lost, you had to join the seeker in their quest to find the rest of the campers.

Three summers ago, you’d hidden in one of the camp’s two treehouses with Jisung during a game. When it began you had quickly dashed up there, expecting to find the space empty. You had nearly tripped over Jisung who was crouched near the door. He’d managed to steady you and put a finger to his lips conspiratorially. You wanted to whine and tell him to find another spot but at that moment the seeker announced they were done counting.

Jisung had clamped a hand over your mouth and pulled you in before you could protest… adrenaline running high as you both pressed against the wooden inner wall. He was closer to the door, so you curled around him– placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you peeped at the scene below you two. The sky was quickly darkening outside, darker shades of blue streaked with hues of violet creating a beautiful background to complement the moon's faint glow that cast tall shadows behind the scurrying campers. The moonlight slipped past half-drawn blinds through the window above you, a sliver of light dancing across Jisung’s soft cheeks. He had them puffed out as he held his breath, looking over the door’s landing. You could make out half his face, the other half silhouetted in the dark tree house. He looked rather beautiful this way, the sharp line of his nose against the light and soft curve of his round eyes making him look like a painting. The realization momentarily stole your breath away.

When he turned around suddenly, your noses almost bumped together. It occurred to you with a start how close you were to him. He didn’t move away though, eyes gleaming with mischief in typical Jisung fashion as he took note of the proximity. You didn’t pull back either, transfixed and still a little dazed by everything. It took you way too long to notice you were staring at his lips. It wasn’t until he let out a soft chuckle that you slightly moved back, the breath of it fanning against your own lips. Your heart had fluttered annoyingly when you returned your gaze to his brown eyes.

“Have you ever kissed someone?” You asked quietly. The dark of the evening was working like liquid courage and brazenness uncharacteristically came easily to you. Jisung looked taken aback by your question, eyes widened as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip nervously and picked at his dark blue nail polish. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, hoping against hope that you were suggesting what he thought you were. He nodded his head, adding as he looked away, “Never a girl, though.”

“Oh,” was the only reply you could come up with, unsure of how to continue the conversation.

He faced you again, now grinning. You knew that look and groaned, already being able to tell the boy was about to say something stupid.

“You could change that.” He suggested with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, mumbling something under your breath about how you ‘didn’t mean it that way’– yet you still brought his face closer to yours with slightly shaky hands.

“Your insufferable.” You said as menacingly as you could, but the twinkle on your eyes betrayed you.

Jisung’s breath caught in his throat when you held his face in both your palms, cold from the air outside. He hesitantly brought one of his own hands to your cheek before closing the space between you two.

The kiss was soft, just a slow brush of your lips– neither of you confident enough go beyond that. In any case, you didn’t have the time to, hearing someone– undoubtedly the seeker– climbing up to the treehouse. You quickly broke apart and stood up, preparing yourselves for the impending race.

Your lips still tingled faintly as he looked at you and sharply nodded his head once. You nodded back, mouthing, “On three…”

—

As the days stretched on, hanging out with Jisung in between your duties proved to be a fun past time. Sure, he still teased you a lot, but more than made up for it by making you laugh hysterically. He’d been the mood maker during your time as a camper. Jisung always managed to rally the other kids’ spirits and always had a great story for the nights spent around the campfire.

On your second Saturday back at camp, you two were seated outside your cabin as you usually did when you were both off duty. It was the onset of summer the small room felt too stuffy at times. You’d helped him make sure the older campers he was in charge of weren’t getting into any trouble before retiring for the night. For those rascals, truth or dare had become riskier and ‘7 minutes in heaven’ was now the go-to game for a night spent indoors.

You and Jisung recalled one such occasion during your own teen years when he had lied you were his girlfriend to get out of kissing Felix in a game of spin the bottle. You didn’t understand why he’d done it; Jisung had kissed virtually all his friends at least once– and Felix was no exception. You’d now found yourself in the middle of the drama, your other campmates still demanding a kiss between you two to keep the game going.

Felix had eyed you sceptically as you fumbled for a way to back out. That boy had been Jisung’s bunkmate that summer and the previous one as well. Felix would surely have known if the two of you had something going on; the campers had a habit of sneaking into each other’s cabins when they dated.

The freckled boy’s voice was so low in the morning that it had scared the shit out of Jisung every day for the first two weeks spent as his bunkmate. The two of you burst out laughing at the memory of him spraining his ankle on the first week of that summer, having fallen out of bed at the sound of Felix’s rumbling morning voice. It had resulted in Jisung having to trade in the much coveted top bunk to prevent any chance of breaking a limb in his spooked frenzy.

“Hey! You wouldn’t have fared any better!” he managed between laughs, trying to save some face. “It’s hard to convince your brain at six in the morning that no, there isn’t any demon under you plotting to drag you into the underworld.”

The conversation then shifted to your future plans. Every new thing Jisung discovered about you left him yearning to know you at a greater depth. Jisung was going to study music and producing, naturally. He was still nervous about it, stomach churning from the thought of the calibre of classmates he’d have at the college he was accepted to.

“You’ve got the talent and the drive for it,” you reassured him with an earnest smile. You leaned your hand on your palm as you gave him your full attention, genuinely interested in his aspirations. You knew Jisung didn’t open up to many people about these things, afraid that they’d find his ranting tiresome. You wanted to make sure he knew you enjoyed listening.

Jisung couldn’t hold eye contact for long- eyes straying from yours every now and then. You were sat there looking at him with that look you had cast on him so many times before; one that made his stomach do backflips. It was a look of trust… of belief that his thoughts were not only valid but mattered. There weren’t that many people out there who took their time to just listen in the way you did. Not only to him; Jisung admired the caring nature you extended to everyone around you. It’s one of the things that made you a great Counsellor; the kids felt not only safe, but also heard when with you.

“Don’t look at me like that!” He whined, subconsciously hiding his flushed face behind his hand.

“Like what?” You chuckled. You fought back the flustered panic rising in your chest. Had your eyes let on too much? You were usually good at schooling your smitten expression in front of Jisung (or so you thought) but it seems the comfort of the moment had made you drop your guard.

“Like that,” He explained unhelpfully, wiggling his fingers in your direction. It really wasn’t like Jisung at all… the way he talked to you, treated you and behaved towards you made him seem so immature. Everything he said ended up sounding childish. It was rapidly getting worse the closer you two grew.

“Anyways,” he said, shaking his head and trying to regain his wits. “I’ve been working on something. Would you like to hear it?”

“If you’re going to try serenading me I swear-”

“No, no,” he laughed, getting shy again at the memory of that night so many years ago. “It’s…”

He trailed off, not wanting to give too much away. “I don’t want to give any spoilers!” He stood up and gestured for you to do the same. “Just come inside.”

Jisung turned on his laptop– his only possession separated from the heap of clothes and his other belongings sprawled on his top bunk– and pulled up a file labelled ‘Close’. He kept his eyes trained on the floor as he played you a snippet. The song had an upbeat and floaty vibe to it, the kind you loved. It eased the weight of the lyrics that carried such unaffected depth, typical of Jisung’s song-writing. He blushed as you praised him when the track-in-progress came to an end, attempting to downplay how good the song really was, but you didn’t let him. He cleared his throat, struggling to explain the meaning behind the song when yet again faced with your undivided attention. Around you all the bright ideas in his head came out messy and uncoordinated, even when he’d thought about what he wanted to say beforehand.

You held out your hand as you hit the replay button on his laptop and pulled him up.

“Dance with me?” you asked simply. It wasn’t really optional, considering you’d already brought him to his feet, but Jisung wouldn’t have declined anyways. You put your hands on his shoulders as you danced in the small space between your two beds. He tentatively brought his hands up to your waist with a small grin.

“Better not crush my toes with your great big feet,” he teased, taking one step closer to you and laughing as you swatted his chest with a grumble. Holding you in this way shouldn’t be having the effect that it is on him. But what did he expect? Every time he so much as looked at you for too long his breath caught in his throat. As always, the only distraction Jisung could find from the feelings blossoming within was to poke fun at you.

The song came to an end as the two of you were swaying silently, simply enjoying the moment. In any case, you both lacked the courage to do much else. Without realizing it, you had gotten closer– way closer then when you’d begun… but neither of you could find the will to pull away.

He should honestly just go for it.

Jisung was honestly one of the suavest guys he knew. It shouldn’t be this difficult. Why was it, anyways? He was a grown man, he reasoned to himself. Kissing his crush didn’t have to be like pulling teeth. Jisung shook his fears away as he held your chin in between his fingers, eyes imploring your own. You slipped your arms around his neck and he shut his eyes, letting you close the gap between you two.

The kiss felt different from anything he’d experienced previously. Your lips pressed against his with so much care, conveying everything you couldn’t put into words.  When you pulled away your pretty eyes remained focused on his lips in a way that made him want to dip back in for more. Everything about you did.

He held you close to him by the waist, loosely enough in case you wanted to step back. You placed a hand over his chest, eyes telling him all he needed to know as you felt his heartbeat pick up under your palm.

“Hey…” he chanced, rocking you slowly to a rhythm no one else but the two of you could seem to hear. You appeared to be waltzing… lost in each other’s gazes as you both slowly shed the layers of pretence keeping you apart.

“Hmm?” You replied softly, careful not to break the comfortable silence.

“Be my girl,” he pleaded. Jisung drew you into a hug and leaned his cheek against yours, sighing at his lack of tact. You pulled back and smiled coyly at him before you playfully danced out of his reach. You plopped down on your bed, not anticipating the way he followed you and kneeled at your side so you were somewhat at eye level.

“Why should I?” You asked with your eyebrow raised and hands crossed over your chest. You’d expected a clever quip in return but he merely pouted at your answer.

“Haven’t I proven myself enough?” he whined. In spite of yourself, you reached out a hand and threaded your fingers through his hair. It had grown longer in the time he’d been here, brown strands tickling his neck. He sighed at the feeling, weighing his next words before he spoke again.

“Have you ever had sex before?”

The question stumbled out ungracefully. Its randomness made you raise your eyebrows and laugh. If it were anyone else, he’d have probably been able to say that smoother, maybe slip a warm palm up your thigh. But no, around you Han Jisung was an idiot. 

You nodded your head, then– as if you’d suddenly recalled something funny–  grinned and added, “Never with a boy, though.”

The reference had him chuckling in spite of his nerves, helping him relax a little. Of course, this peace was disrupted by what you said next.

“You could change that…” You suggested, trailing off in your slight uncertainty. You cleared your throat when Jisung looked at you blankly, examining your hands like they were suddenly the most interesting thing in earth as you tried to look anywhere in the room but him. He laughed quietly and brought your face back round to face him.

“You’re insufferable,” he said softly, teasing glint still dancing in his eyes. Jisung brought up his hand to your face and leaned in for the second time that night. The kiss was firmer this time round. His lips moved against yours with a newfound determination, tongue sliding against your lips and seeking entrance beyond them. His other hand trailed up you your arm to gently tug at your elbow, moving you closer to him.

You pulled him up onto the bed and he hit his head on the top bunk in the process. He groaned as he sunk down and you couldn’t help but break the kiss to laugh at him.

“See what I go through for you?” he joked, rubbing his forehead with a grimace.

“Okay,” you conceded. “I’ll give you a shot.”

“Really?” He exclaimed, eyes wide with excitement and reddening forehead forgotten.

“Just for the summer…” You negotiated. “You’re on probation.”

“Well, that’s better than nothing,” he shrugged before laying down on your bed and pulling you on top of him. You straddled him as your head lowered to his once again, closing your eyes as the feeling of his lips against your own and hands roaming your body engulfed you.

—

You woke up to the soft morning light slipping under your curtains and the feeling of Jisung’s breath against your neck. He’d nuzzled himself there and was borderline laying on top of you. He looked so peaceful like this, his toned back rising and falling with each breath he took. His leg was thrown over your own and you gently pried him off so you could go to the bathroom.

You gazed at your reflection in the sink’s mirror, noticing a very conspicuous mark on your neck that you’d have to cover up later. You ran your fingertips over it, smiling like an idiot. Why was it so hard for you to admit your feelings for this guy? Everyone could see there was something deeper between you two. Even one of the kids had pryingly asked if he was your boyfriend.

Every summer, all the relationships the two of you might have had over the school year dissipated into thin air the second camp began. Jisung seemed to forget the relevance of them all when you were in question. On your end, you struggled to mask your smile when someone brought his name up. Both his goofy and serious side were so special to you. His serious expression as he jotted down lyrics used to make your stomach flutter– you realized it still did when he was talking about his song to you last night.

You gazed at your reflection again, searching your own eyes for an answer you already held within you… could you be falling in love?

—

The weeks flew by and before you knew it, your final time at this camp was coming to an end. You and Jisung had been… busy, in between your Counselling duties. There were several times over the course of the past few weeks when you’d woken up in his bed instead of yours.

Nevertheless, you’d surprisingly enjoyed your duties. The kids this summer where a nice lot, especially considering you hadn’t been assigned to deal with the older ones. It was harder for them to take your instructions as they could see you weren’t much older than them. You didn’t know how Jisung managed.

On the last week you and Jisung were yet again sat outside your cabin, sharing a pack of gummy bears.

“So… am I off probation now?” he asked teasingly.

“Still thinking about it.” You deadpanned, resolutely staring ahead into the darkness.

“C’mon don’t be difficult,” He whined. “Admit it, I’m the best boyfriend you’ve ever had.”

“Nope,” you said, giggling. “You’re the only boyfriend I’ve ever had.”

“So that automatically makes me the best!” He argued with a grin. “No competition… you’d just be comparing me to me.”

“I said you’re my first boyfriend, not first relationship,” you corrected him. “Don’t get to cocky,” you said throwing him a wink.

It was comical, really, the way he pouted at your answer. His eyes suddenly lit up as he dragged you up from your seat.

“Where are we going?”

“Just follow me.” He said with faux exhaustion, mumbling about how stubborn you were.

The stars twinkled above you and you could hear that distant hooting of owls from the nearby forest. The moon proudly lit your path as you recognized it as the route to the camp’s old well. It had no use really, and hadn’t in about 15 years.

You remember your third summer at camp when Jisung had jumped into it after you’d rejected him.

He’d stayed down that well until a Counsellor had to grudgingly get him out. Jisung had been a menace at the time. The only Counsellor who’d managed to tame him was a junior named Minho. Jisung didn’t seem to care about how much grief he caused them during activities- always stirring up some kind of mischief. You’d frequently catch him looking your way, as if he was specifically waiting for your reaction to his antics.  Jisung liked to see you laugh at his jokes, beyond giddy to know he’d contributed to that beautiful smile of yours. He always strived to make his mark, he didn’t want to just hang or linger around you… a brief distraction that you’d forget by the end of the day. For reasons unknown to him, Jisung had wanted to be more than that to you.

Just like back then, he sat on the well’s edge.

“Be my baby,” he asked, already struggling to bite back a laugh. He threw in a ‘please’ for good measure. “I swear I’ll jump in if you say no again.”

The well’s depth wasn’t as deep or intimidating now considering you were both full adults, but the thought of having to haul him out in the dead of night did not sound appealing, so you agreed immediately. You chuckled as he stood up and made his way to you with a visible spring in his step.

“You’re so stubborn.” You scolded him as he gallantly took your hands in his.

“Annoying, childish, a thorough idiot...” He confirmed, taking another step closer to you. “Who's low-key in love with you.”

“Completely insufferable...” was the last thing you managed to stutter out before he crashed his lips into yours, cradling your face in both his hands. He titled his head and deepened the kiss after a short while, nearly tumbling you both over in the process. You snorted into the kiss and the two of you broke apart in peals of laughter.

It seemed that no matter how many times he did this, he was still messy, still uncoordinated and not much unlike the young campers you watched over.

In front of you, his love, Han Jisung was still a kid.

⚝A/N: Thank you for reading (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆ This concept has been in my mind since May aah I'm happy to finally have it completed. If you enjoyed the story kindly reblog!