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god it's 2am why am I laughing so hard

so i read a soulmate au where you’re born with the first words you hear your soulmate say tattooed on your body and now i’m just imagining han jisung’s soulmate has “jeogiyo nuna hokshi namjachingu isseoyo” tattooed across their like stomach or back or smth

i can’t stop thinking about this help

soulmates

werewolf au! (smut)

i.

the house was already packed when you arrived, holding tightly to your boyfriend’s shirt in an attempt to not get lost in the crowd of drunk college students. you like parties as much as any other miserable college student looking to forget about the amount of pending assignments, so when chan mentioned one of his senior friends was throwing one and inviting everyone, including freshmen, you thought it’ll be fun to get distracted with your boyfriend for a while.

walking to the backyard of the half destroyed house, you get past drunk couples grinding on each other and the drinks table where hyunjin pours you a really questionable beverage.

on the patio, you find a group of your friends, chan’s arm is over his new girlfriend, doyeon, you recognize his sister standing really close to felix and the rest of the group who seems pretty intoxicated, scattered around, all laughs and rosey cheeks as the two of you walk closer.

“hey love birds”, changbin barely gets outs, leaning his weight on seungmin’s thin figure, “what took you so long?”, you chuckle at his lazy voice, he seems ready to go to bed.

“it’s only 11pm, how are you so fucked up already”, hyunjin laughs at his friend’s antics, “it’s yerim”, seungmin replies, not bothered by the way his older friend is basically napping against him. hyunjin hums in understanding leaving you in the dark, who the fuck yerim, giving your boyfriend a look he leans in to whisper in your ear, “i’ll explain it later”

as hyunjin walks to help seungmin with a passed out changbin, you make your way to doyeon, the other girl smiles, taking her boyfriend’s arm off of her to put her own on your shoulder, “having fun?”, she has a mischievous smile on her face.

“yeah”, your eyes are focused on felix and hannah, who seem really comfortable with each other, “what’s going on there”, doyeon eyes them too, chuckling at the frown on her boyfriend’s face, “i guess they’re a thing now”, you rise an eyebrow remembering vividly when hyunjin told you about how strict chan was with the ‘professional’ relationship the boys had to keep with his sister but choose to let it go, is none of your business, you’ll just add it to the things your boyfriend will have to explain some day.

chan comes to you, a smile on his face when he pats your head in hello, “hey, y/n, can i steal her for a moment?”, you nod watching him take away your company, “hey”, hyunjin’s hand laces with yours as he pulls you away from his friend and into the livingroom where all the dancing is taking place. his hands taking their designed spot on your waist as he pushes your back against his chest, his hips grinding against yours and his lips leaving wet marks on the naked skin of your neck, “you smell so nice”, his words tickling your sentive spot, “that’s kind of creepy”, he giggles, turning you around and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, “you love me though”, the roll of your eyes confirming his sentence without the need of you speaking.

ii.

going out was not a smart decision, after an hour or so of dancing, hyunjin and you decided to go out for some fresh air, him deciding to grab some drinks before joining you at the backyard. but it had definitely been better if you had stayed inside. from your spot you can see felix and who you assume is chan’s sister engaged into something you supposed chan himself wouldn’t approve of.

you’re sitting in one of the pool side chairs, enjoying the cold wind blowing against your hot skin when you feel someone sit next to you, thinking is hyunjin you turn around smiling, only to find a man you had never seen before, “um, can i help you?”, his cheeks red and eyes clouded from the amount of alcohol you probably had consumed that night, “what’s a beautiful girl like you doing here alone?”, he’s so close the strong smell of alcohol makes you gag, you move a little farther from him, “i’m not alone”, with a smirk, he covers the distance you had put between the two of you again, “you’re right”, he replys placing his hand on your tight, “you’re with me now”, his hand starts climbing up and when it reaches the hem of your skirt you jump away, backing till you hit someone, hyunjin’s hand is suddenly on your hip a low growl sounding next to your ear.

“hyunjin, is fine”, your fists close around his black shirt, trying to push him away from the other guy who didn’t know how to shut up, you can see his hands shaking, his face morfing into one that screamed for you to step away, “please let’s just go”, your voice breaks, what you didn’t know is that your fear was being misinterpreted by your boyfriend who’s instincts to protect were getting stronger, his eyes, now a deep red, were fixed infront of you, his body temperature rising.

before hyunjin could do something stupid, you hear a conmosion inside the house, minho and chan getting out, pulling him away from each arm and stepping outside the property. in a minute, you’re left alone with the party’s loud music and a multitude looking at you.

from the side, you watch doyeon and jisung walk to you, the both of them trying to sooth your fears away, “he just needs a minute to calm down”, jisung tries to reason with you, “but jisung, you didn’t see him, his eyes were completely red”, the two of them share a look, “y/n, you probably just saw wrong”, doyeon petting your hair but you’re too worried about what is happening to your boyfriend, “i’ll go get you some water”, jisung walks back inside and you take the chance to make your way to where your boyfriend had been pulled to.

ignoring doyeon’s requests to stay with her you walk to the three line that surrounds the neighborhood, passing through passed out college students. between the tall acres you find the trio, the two oldest are trying to calm hyunjin down which seems to not be working and in a moment you watch your boyfriend go from a tall boy to a caramel wolf triple times his size, you yelp in surprise earning the boy’s attention. his expressions could fit in a comic, hyunjin, well the wolf, walks towards you, big cautious eyes as he looks at you afraid to scred you, you step away, your feet getting tangled with a three’s root making you fall on your butt.

hyunjin whines lowering his head, seeing you so scared and knowing it’s his fault and he can’t do anything to make you feel better is the complete opposite of what his instincts want. before any of the boys could explain anything to you, you’re already running away, your legs carrying you as far away and as fast as they can, leaving behind a broken hearted hyunjin.

iii.

you watch your phone light up again, this time, changbin’s name appears on the screen, joining the other missed calls from all of the boys when it stops ringing. you sigh covering your head with your sheets, you’ve read all the text messages asking you to hear them out, to call hyunjin but you can’t find youself to do it.

even if your heart pangs everytime you think about the sad face he gave you when you turned away from him, in an attempt to try and understand on your own you had searched about it on the internet, feeling like a complete idiot when you typed the word ‘werewolf’ on the search tab. you had read every page that had appeared, from signs on how to spot one to how to get rid of one, but it was all too much. you had fallen asleep thinking about how you had spent the last months of your life going out with a supernatural being.

your phone lights up yet again making you groan against your pillow, can’t they take the hint?, taking the device from your nightstand, jisung’s name appears on the screen mocking you, with a defeated sigh you slide your finger, answering the call.

“oh thank god y/n”, jisung voices so loudly you have to move the phone away from your ear, “what do you want, jisung?”, you hope you don’t sound as tired as you feel but by the way he shifts on the side tells you otherwise, “listen, i know this is all probably too much and it most be hard for you but could you please, please, come over and talk to hyunjin?”, you sit up straight ready to reject the request, “i don’t think that’s a good idea”, jisung most have moved from the room he was cause the background goes quiet before he speaks again, his voice barely a whisper, “hyunjin is not doing well, y/n, please just come by”, you let out a defeated sigh, your heart squeezing, in all of this, you hadn’t thought once about how he most be feeling, “ok”, the call finishes and you let yourself fall back on the bed, kicking your legs till there was no more energy.

the ride to his shared apartment with seungmin feels shorter than normally and soon you fidn yourself sitting on your car trying to gain the confidence to walk inside, “it’s ok y/n, it’s just hyunjin, you know hyunjin, he would never hurt you”, at least not the human version, taking in a deep breath you get out of the car and make your way to the apartment.

before you could knock the door opens reveling a messy jisung who lets you in immediately, seungmin’s sitting on the dinningroom a bunch of books and papers scattered everywhere, lifting his head from the one he’s reading to give you a soft smile and a wave before going back to his studies.

“thank you for coming, y/n”, jisung speaks lowly, you nod in response, all your energy concentrated in trying not to freak out, “hyunjin’s in his room, you know the way”, without another word, he goes back to the sofa, game controller in his hand.

you breath in three times before knocking on his door, when you receive no answer you decide to walk in.

the lights are all off and the curtain is down, not even letting the sunlight in, giving the room a chilling look, the only movement comes from the bed, where hyunjin is laying, under all the sheets you supposed, “hyunjin?”, your voice is barely audible but you can tell he heard you when his black hair peaks from under the montain of comforters, his eyes are cloudy, cheeks swollen and lips chapped, you can tell he’s lost some weight.

he’s looking at you like he’s just seen a ghost, clearing your throat you take a step closer to him calling his name again, for a moment, it’s like he’s back to normal, shooting out from the bed to get closer to you in a quick move, a hurt expression growing on his face when you back away just as fast, your back hitting the door.

he whines watching you with begging eyes and you have to gather all the strenght you have to not run away in that moment. with a defeated sigh he falls back on the bed, head lowered and you can physically feel your heart breaking.

yes, maybe hyunjin is half wolf, and yes, maybe he has been lying to you since you met, but you can understand, he didn’t want to end up in the situation you’re in now and you love him, at the end of the day it’s still just hyunjin.

you take a sit next to him with a sigh, your body tensed being so close to him, “i’m sorry…”, his voice is barely audible, his eyes filled with tears, he looks like a kicked puppy and you can’t help the impossible strong feeling pushing your heart to comfort him.

you nod, a small smile on your lips, “i know”, your hand cups his face strocking his cheek with your thumb. hyunjin closes his eyes leaning into your touch and you hear the soft purr that comes from him, his lips trembling, “…please don’t leave”, his hands hold onto your forearms and when you nod again, he takes it as an invitation and pulls you with him to lay on the bed, your hands changing positions, yours supporting your weight and his cupping your cheeks, holding his breath, hyunjin pulls your lips on his, giving you a slow kiss, pouring in it all the love he has for you.

you kiss all over his face and you feel the smile forming in it, hyunjin finally feels a weight lift off his shoulders and you rest your head on his chest, his hands holding you tight by your waist.

iv.

you wake up to the sound of hyunjin’s snors and specially loud purrs when you brush his hair. the sun is long gone and the house is completely silent, the clock on the nightstand marks 5am which means you’ve been sleeping for quite a while.

lifting yourself with your elbows you leave small kisses on his neck and you can hear the satisfied sigh he releases, “morning”, his voice is laced with sleep but his actions aren’t. the long days you spent apart making him desperate to touch, more than he ever felt before, maybe it has to do with the fact you accepted him as your soulmate now that you know everything.

“jisung said you have been reading a lot about werewolfs”, his hands sneak under your shirt as he leans down to kiss you, “kind of”, you let him do as he pleases, his hands roaming all over your body, “so you know… that we…”

“are destined to be together for the rest of our lives?”, the statement making him blush, “is that ok with you?”, you place a short kiss on his forehead, “i love you and that’s all that matters”, he breaks into a wide smile, taking his hands out of your shirt to change positions.

getting on top of you hyunjin gets rid of his own shirt and puts his lips back on yours. you let your fingers trace the soft skin of his chest and back before tangling them on his hair pushing him harder against you.

“y/n…”, he says between kisses, “i love you”

without another word he makes his way down your body. getting rid of his pants and yours, leaving you both in your underwear. his hands roam your body the sensation of being skin to skin making you tingle and you lock your legs around his hips.

you let his lips mark you body, from your neck to your chest, taking special time with your boobs, “hmm, hyunjin”, your moan and the way you grind against his hard member making him growl, a deep one that only send shivers down to you heat, “please”, you don’t miss the smirk on his face when he pulls apart to take your underwear off, “you smell so good”, he moans, his hands separating your legs so he could dive in, his tongue tracing your heat, putting special pressure to your clit, making your legs shiver.

“hyunjin”, you whine again, pulling him from his hair so he can kiss you, “i want you”, he laughs and his eyes shine a soft gold when he looks back at you, taking off his underwear he positions himself on your entrance, “tell me if it hurts, ok?”, you nod, your finger digging in the skin of his arms when you feel the pressure.

you try not to show the pain, which you figure doesn’t work when he starts kissing all over your face, “it’ll feel better”, he promised, his hips moving at a steady pace, the sound of your skins hitting and your quiet moans filling the room. the sensation is not what you expected but better, your whole body feels like it’s on fire with the way he’s touching you.

a strange knot starts forming in your lower abdomen, making it harder to breathe, your eyes closing at the overwhelming sensation, “hyunjin”, you whimper, your hips rising to meet his in a desperate try to reach your release.

you can tell he’s just as close as you with his face hiding in the crook of your neck, you can feel his canines gracing your sensitive skin and another whimper falls through your lips when his hand reaches for your clit, drawing slow circular motiongs before you finally feel the knot come undone.

hyunjin fastens his pace riding you of your orgasm and looking for his own release that doesn’t take long to come, he let’s go inside of you with a deep growl, his hands pressing the skin of your waist till his body goes limp, letting his weight rest on you humming in satisfaction.

“are you ok?”, his plump lips move against your skin, you nod, “i love you, y/n”, his arms locking you in place, “i love you too jinnie”, you stay like that, enjoying the calmness of the early morning as the sun starts peaking through the curtains, you’re almost completely asleep when hyunjin’s stomach growls, “someone’s hungry”, you giggle, “seungmin’s making breakfast”, he announces, “so early?”

he moves from you stretching his limbs and walking to the closet to grab a fit for him and one for you. making your way to the kitchen you find seungmin infront of the stove cooking what looks like eggs, “morning”, you find a seat in at the kitchen table as you watch hyunjin look for two plates, “morning”, he scoffs not even sparing you guys a look, “you ok min?”, hyunjin chuckles at his best friend’s grumpiness.

“sure”, he says putting a spoon of eggs on your plate rather aggressively, “i love waking up at 5am on a sunday”, another spoon of eggs on hyunjin’s plate, “just to hear the two of you fuck”, you can’t help the heat that rises to your cheeks, the same expression on hyunjin’s face, “sorry”, you both mumble before digging into seungmin’s always perfectly cooked eggs.

m.list

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i’m thinking of turning this werewolf aus into a whole universe, like make all the stories happen in the same world, is that something any of you would be interested in? let me know uf you are.

I love this little crackhead

yes I'm reblogging this everytime I see it

unmute it and cry with me

11 with ji 🤧

Oh my gods, I am so soft after writing this. I did change it a little so the reader is awake while Ji’s still asleep. Enjoy, honeybear!💕

11. Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter. (prompt list)

Morning Light

You always wake up before Jisung. Even if you’ve been up until late into the night, your internal clock is permanently stuck on 6:30 a.m. and there’s very little you can do about it. But, waking up with your fiancé next to you is one of your favourite things in the world, especially when you get to see him resting so peacefully.

Jisung lays on his side, curled nearly into a ball. His bare back just peaks out from under the blankets, and he holds the comforter under his chin. You slide over to spoon him from behind, tracing your fingers over his arm that rests on top of the comforter. His skin is smooth under your touch, and you leave little kisses up his tricep to his shoulder.

With a contented little sigh, Jisung rolls onto his back. His hair falls into his eyes a little, and you grin at how charming it makes him look. You gently push it back off his forehead, careful not to wake him. The morning light streams through the window, softening any lines of worry or stress on your fiancé’s features. You lean into Jisung’s side, propping yourself up a little on the pillow next to him. You dance your fingers across Jisung’s chest, exploring the hills and valleys of his muscles. He wakes a little, eyelashes fluttering like delicate moth wings, as you place a kiss above his heart.

Not wanting to startle him fully awake, you gently stroke Jisung’s hair. Your other hand still rests over his heart, and some sense of your presence must have filtered through to his sleeping mind because Jisung places his hand over yours. Set me as a seal upon thy heart, you think and wonder why the biblical Song of Solomon would come into your head at such a time.

You kiss your love’s cheek and then finally his mouth—just a soft touch of your lips but he responds to even that in the rose-coloured world before waking. You leave the ghosts of kisses all around and on his mouth, slowly bringing Jisung to wakefulness. 

And finally, he’s kissing back. Jisung turns his head, eyes still closed, to more easily fit his mouth to yours. You smile into each kiss, luxuriating in the slow, gentle sensuality of it all. As you keep kissing, you find yourself growing sleepy again. Resting your head on Jisung’s shoulder, you let him kiss you back to sleep. These moments with Jisung, when he is yours and yours alone and before all the world awakens, are what you cherish most.

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Lavender Antics

→ Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

→ Summary: Shooting in a drama with him was your absolute nightmare. Working with your enemy and pretending that you were love interests has been the most frustrating experience of your life. Though, after saying your farewells, the scent of lavender never leaves.

→ Genre:enemies to lovers au, idol au, romance, angst, slowburn, comedy.

→ Warnings: Explicit Language. Antics. Mentions of insecurity. Alcohol, Making out. Suggestive?

Chapters: 2, 3, 4

The first thing you heard when you regained consciousness was a loud obnoxious voice booming through your room. You groaned as you reached for your phone on the nightstand of your hotel, trying to check what time it is.

You arrived at the hotel at 3 am, as soon as you entered your room, you literally collapsed and fell asleep. You were eternally grateful for taking your team members' advice to use sweats and hoodies to the airport.

When you finally grab a hold of your phone, you plugged it out of its charger and turned it on. Squinting at the brightness you, which forgot to lower last night, you managed to rub the sleep out of your eyes to see what time it is for someone to be ringing their alarm so loud.

6:10

3 hours. It's been three hours since you got some actual sleep?

Who in their right minds would set up an alarm that early? You put your phone down as you continued to ignore the loud muffled ringtone booming through the walls next to you. You put your pillow over your head, trying to think who could possibly be making that racket.

Your co-stars rooms were right beside you, but most of them don't use alarms since they're mostly actors and actresses unlike you idols who trained early in the morning til late night. You pulled your blanket over your head, groaning loudly, annoyed and willing to murder whoever interupted your sleep.

The room to your left was Jeongin and you knew for a fact that Jeongin wakes up on his own, which you question as you couldn't even find the strength to wake up and instantly do activities without falling back asleep. The room across from yours was the director, but he said he wouldn't be awake til 11 am.

If to your left was Jeongin, and across you was your director. Then that means, the wall right beside you was none other than Han Jisung. "God dammit, Han!" you groaned loudly, slamming your face against the pillow repeatedly.

Maybe if you just bare with it for much longer, Jisung would wake up and turn it off?

With every passing second you endured, your blood boils and your fists clenching the soft silky fabric of your pillow tighten. "I wanna sleep!" you cry, slamming the sides of your fists against the bed sheets.

You sat up as you began banging your fists against the wall as hard and loud as you could while screaming at the top of your lungs. "Han Jisung! Wake up for fucks sake I want some sleep!" you screamed repeatedly, some curses and swears spilling out of your throat as your anger grew when you realise he wasnt waking up.

"You donkey! I need some sleep!" you breathed out before you gave up. Collapsing onto the mattress before you, rubbing your eyes angrily as you forced yourself to get up and march into the man's room so you could get your precious sleep. You gulped down a glass of water and got up.

You grabbed your phone and put on a jacket over your thin tanktop, not bothering to comb your fingers through your hair to make yourself presentable. You slipped on some soft slippers and grabbed your room key before marching to the door next to you.

You gripped the phone in your hand and banging your other against the door. "Donkey, turn that alarm off! Or so help me, I'll spill hot boiling coffee on your pants on purpose!" you threatened, your voice croaked as you still felt very sleepy.

You groaned as you took out your phone and began calling him, you could hear the sound of his ringtone over his loud alarm as you kept pounding on the door as loud as you can. You bit your lip to prevent yourself from screaming in anger as you tucked your phone in between your shoulder and your ear before you used your free hand to press repeatedly on his doorbell.

6:42

You had been pounding on his door the loudest you could, ringing his phone repeatedly and ringing his doorbell all at the same time for 30 minutes straight. At this point you were about to just break the door down and yell at him, you were losing your mind if you don't get some sleep in the next five minutes.

As if heaven had responded to your desperate calls, you heard subtle footsteps walking towards the door. You heard the door click, finally pulling away as you eye twitched in annoyance. There he was, sleeping beauty himself.

Han Jisung stood in the doorway, his fist rubbing his eye as he squinted at you. He was in nothing but a baggy white shirt and some boxers, his freshly dyed black hair was disheveled in all different directions.

His alarm stopped ringing that incredibly annoying tone and his phone stopped ringing when you hung up on him. Leaving in an awkward silence in the atmosphere as Jisung stood sleepily in the doorway. In all honesty, he looked adorable. Of course you weren't gonna admit that, especially when he wasted 30 minutes of your sleep time.

"Look who finally decided to wake up" you snapped, with a sardonic laugh. You were sure that your eyes had dark circles darker than the urges of wanting to slaughter him right then and there.

"Good morning to you, too, l/n." he yawned into his mouth before leaning against his hand, elbow supported against the wall as he had a small smirk plastered on his face. "What do I owe a pleasure of seeing your face such early in the morning?" he slurred, his eyes closed due to the sleep taking its toll on him.

"Mind telling me why your alarm, which could awaken the people from another universe, goes off at this early of the day?" you almost yelled, which made him raise his brow at you, looking up and down your form. "And why aren't you wearing pants?" you groaned, trying to not look down.

He giggled at your reaction, "sorry, y/n. I usually get up this early to practice back at the dorms. I'm a pretty heavy sleeper and usually my members helps me wake up since my alarm wakes them up. I guess I forgot to turn it off when I got knocked out last night," he chuckled at your grumpy expression.

"Whatever, if this happens again. I will not hesitate to break down this door and throw your clock out of the damn window," you growled, rubbing your temples in frustration. "You couldn't be bothered to at least put on some pants?" you complained.

"Look in the mirror, l/n. You couldn't be bothered to tame that mess of a mane you have." he nodded towards the mess on your head. You huffed before shoving your hand against his chest while walking back to your room.

"You look shitty, by the way!" he exclaimed, his head poking out to reveal that shit eating grin of his as you slide your room key against the slot. "Oh give a girl a break, would you?" you growled, flipping him off with your middle finger before entering the room. "Finally, peace and quiet." you mumbled as you shrugged off your jacket and engulfed yourself in the feathery soft sheets.

This was going to be a long month.

You walked down the road with your head looking forward, it was already 9 pm and you were taking a stroll through town. "Man, I should go to Tokyo when I'm older." you spoke to yourself, relaxing at the quiet peaceful aura that surrounds you.

You passed by a bush of lavender, the scent filling your nostrils as you paused in your step to turn to look at it. "Who would plant lavender's in their backyard?" you asked with furrowed brows. "Japanese people." a voice replied shortly, causing you to jump in surprise in your place.

You turned to look at Han Jisung who was smiling at the purple plants in awe beside you. 'What are you doing here? It's late.' you asked, pulling down your headphones so that you could hear him clearly. "Same reason as you. I went on a stroll," he shrugged with a small smile plastered on his lips.

"Plus I'm craving some boba." He grinned, showing you a halfly finished boba drink which he shook in his grasp, making the drink let out a rattling sound as the ice hits the plastic and the liquid swivels around. You watch him take a small sip of the drink and he waved the drink at you.

"Want some?"

You smiled as you took the drink from his fingers and drank from the same straw. "You seem upset, what's up?" he asked, a hand on your shoulder as you both began walking on the road. You chuckled to yourself, shaking your head to say that it's nothing he should be worried about.

"Was it those chocolate balls Jungha made? I told him that him being in the kitchen is basically a sin but he didn't listen!" he exclaimed exasperatedly, causing you to laugh. "He's a hazard to society, I must admit." you shrugged, chewing on the tapioca pearls.

"I think I lost a gazillion brain cells and got shit developing in my brain ever since I ate those disgusting chocolate truffles." you made a face which caused Jisung to snicker. "Relatable. I gulped down thirty gallons of water to wash that shit down my throat," Jisung joked.

"Youngmin got a freaking aneurysm when he spotted him actually making something in the kitchen." you joked. "Not surprised, I would be too if I had seen him pour fourteen cups of vinegar into a large truffle mixture." he shook his head at the thought.

There was silence between the two of you. As you walked down the path, thinking of all the things you could say to spike up another conversation. You just randomly said, "I like axolotls." which caused him to look at you with the most perplexed yet interested look he's ever given you.

"When you said you had shit developing in your brains, you didn't mean it literally right?" he asked with a concern look on his face. You laughed, smacking him on his shoulder with your sweater paw. "You idiot, of course not!" you bawled out laughing.

"Not my fault I thought bout that. I mean, one moment we're talking bout disgusting chocolate truffles that our classmate made, with the probability of having the intention of food poisoning us to you talking bout who knows what you were saying!" he exclaimed with a giggle.

"Wait. You don't know what's an axolotl?" you asked, turning your head slightly in surprise. "What the fuck even is that?" he furrowed his brows in confusion which made your mouth drop to the floor in shock. His confused expression turned into an offended laugh as he started explaining himself.

"What do you think I am? A grammician? How am I suppose to know what the fuck that is?" he giggled in between words. "Okay, okay. First of all, it's Grammarian. You're making it sound as if being someone who's good at grammar, a magician." you cleared your throat.

"They are though." Jisung mumbled under his breath, which you ignored, only giving him a wtf face in response before shaking your head and continuing with your sentence. "Two. An axolotl is kind of like a sea salamander thing? They have the cutest little smiles and the cutest little yawns-"

"Yawns?!"

"Yes, let me finish my sentence, for fucks sake!"

"They're also teeny tiny that you just wanna squeeze them. They're also really cool creatures," you finished with a bright smile. You find Jisung smiling down at you in astonishment, his expression almost looked lovingly.

"Um, you okay?" you teased. "You're spacing out, dude." you added. Jisung's soft smile never left but he took a few steps toward you, you unconciously walked backwards as you nervously glanced up at his tranced gaze boring into your eyes. "Uh.. You okay?" you asked.

"Dude?"

You felt your back hit the wall, letting out a small squeak at the soft impact. Jisung kept getting closer towards you, his arms beside your head as his forearms lay flat against the wall. His knee in between your legs to keep you trapped in his arms.

His eyes staring lovingly into your nervous ones before searching all over your face and gazing at your lips. "Dude.." you whispered almost inaudibly, as his smile faltered, his eyes half lidded as he leaned his head towards you slowly.

You let out a small noise of surprise when you felt his breath on your skin, his half lidded eyes gazing at your lips as he bit his own. He leaned closer and closer until you both practically breathed each others air, his lips a few centimeters away from yours.

You were stuck in a trance when his eyes went up to look at yours, becoming half lidded as well. His nose grazed yours slowly as his lips parted slightly, his minty breath hitting yours. You felt as if your were being hypnotised.

In a second, it was all ripped away. Jisung shook his head with wide eyes before pulling away from you, his cheeks flushed red in embarrassment as if his boldness had evaporated into thin air. "Sorry," he mumbled, looking everywhere but you.

You nodded wordlessly, putting a hand at your chest to feel how fast your heart is beating. "It's cool." you whispered to him, unsure if he could hear you but the small nod he gave you reassured you he did.

"And cut! Perfect!" the director exclaimed through the speaker before going through his papers once again. You groaned, collapsing on the floor as you sat down in exhaustion. You have been shooting for eight hours nonstop, you were beyond tired.

"Oh my god, someone please get me some mouthwash. I shared a drink with that human being!" you gasped exasperatedly, point at Han Jisung who was gulping down large amounts of water from his waterbottle. He paused to look at you with an annoyed look, his puffy cheeks filled with water.

He gulped down before sticking his tongue out at you. He wiped his mouth with his towel which he used to wipe the sweat off of his brows during breaks. He tossed the wet towel towards your exhausted figure, causing you to avoid it with a shuffle.

"Dude, gross! What were you raised in a barn? You're gonna a get me the fucking corona virus, you little shit" you spat, kicking the towel away with your shoe as your make up artist gave you your waterbottle. "Oh please y/n. We all know that you're the uncultured swine here," he shot back in a bittersweet tone.

"Plus, if I had the virus. I would probably got it from you, considering you sneeze 24/7 and sound like a dying whale when doing so." he snickered. "Bro, if you actually get me sick, I'm gonna pass it back to you by kissing you if I have to!" you growled, standing up to grab your phone.

"You're gonna kiss him sooner or later, so you don't really have to say that." Jeongin smirked as he took a bite of the chocolate truffles handed out during breaks. You and Jisung gave the younger boy a death glare which made him grin and shrug before continuing to hog all the sugary treats displayed on the table.

"Oh my god you're such a pain in the ass." you whined, rubbing your temples in frustration. "Said the one with a stick up her ass," Jisung muttered as his fingers lightly tap the screen of his phone. "Can you shut up please?" you put your hands together with a small clapping sound and Jisung chuckled.

"Sweet y/n should keep her head out of the clouds because God knows that shutting up isn't in my vocabulary." he smirked before giving you a mocking look of sympathy, "did I say sweet? I meant, salty."

You could practically see the smoke steaming out of your ears like a boiling tea kettle. You were about to pounce on that boy and choke him to death (as kinky as it sounds), until you heard the director announce his long awaited announcement.

"Alright, that's it for today folks. It's late and y'all need rest for tomorrow. We'll be travelling to a much furthur place, so be prepared!" the director announced before looking at you and Jisung. "Especially you two, we have only 7 episodes left to shoot. You two are gonna get real lovey dovey this month," he said in a serious tone.

You and Jisung let out a loud gulp. Your heart raced a bit at the thought of being closer to Jisung. No matter how annoying he was, you always look through his good looks and comedic personality. He was practically your ideal type if he wasnt such an asshole. There's no acceptions to this guy.

im sorry this took me so long I was rlly rlly busy

Pink Roses

Part of “Heaven or Hell” my Stray Kids Demon/Angel!au Series

Name: Han Jisung

Status: Guardian Angel

Special Abilities: Invisibility; Teleportation

Summary: Guardian Angels are given permission and expected to ‘protect by any means necessary’ when assigned a human. However, they are given one rule: Do not get attached. 

You were Jisung’s assigned human.

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: Mentions of death; Violence

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HE IS SUCH A DORK I CAN'T LMAO

poor Hyunjin he's so done with Jisung 😂

time lapse ➳ seo changbin

❖ genre : idiots to lovers! au; long-distance relationship! au; fluff; a teeny tiny bit of angst

❖ word count : 14,9k.

❖ warning : explicit language, suggestive remarks & mentions of alcohol

❖ summary : you used to see Changbin as a friend until you realized that you both don’t look at each other the way best friends are supposed to. 

one.

Apparently, people like you and Changbin don’t look forward to spring breaks, ever, because you simply cannot see the point in getting pumped for the very few days of sleeping in only to dread every last moment of it. Hence, he keeps FaceTiming you every day and night with such ridiculous reasons it actually boosts your ego into thinking that he misses you. 

Oh, boy were you wrong.

But this time around, he seems so flustered and burnt up all of a sudden it makes a smirk creep its way up to your lips. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state, you’re more than satisfied like a sadistic predator. You can really use some tea right now, it’s been a little boring without any dramas other than Hyunjin being dramatic over how his hair does not look good in any way, shape or form. That alone is enough for you to throw him off a cliff because since when does Hwang Hyunjin not look good?

Changbin asks. “Have you eaten?”

“Yes, I have. You’ve been asking the same question for five minutes straight.” You roll your eyes at him in the bitchiest way possible. 

He questions subconsciously, only to have you narrow your eyes at him. “You have work tomorrow, right?”

“Bin, you have my schedule. Of course, I have work tomorrow.” You utter in disbelief. 

“Can’t I just make up excuses to call my favorite girl?”

You make a gagging noise. “Cut the bullshit. Spill or I’m gonna whip out the big gun.” 

“And what is that?” He drawls the question in boredom. 

You grin at him coyly. “I’m gonna tell Chan to poison you with cilantro.” If Changbin had to choose between eating cilantro and jumping into a tank full of sharks, he’d definitely, without a second thought, sleep with those horrifying fishes with ridiculously deadly teeth. He hates cilantro with an ignited passion, and he’s entitled to that decision for the rest of his life. He’s sworn that he would never eat cilantro as long as he lives. 

“Fine,” Changbin huffs in defeat as he holds his phone up while lying on his bed. “I need your help.”

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time lapse ➳ seo changbin

❖ genre : idiots to lovers! au; long-distance relationship! au; fluff; a teeny tiny bit of angst

❖ word count : 14,9k.

❖ warning : explicit language, suggestive remarks & mentions of alcohol

❖ summary : you used to see Changbin as a friend until you realized that you both don’t look at each other the way best friends are supposed to. 

one.

Apparently, people like you and Changbin don’t look forward to spring breaks, ever, because you simply cannot see the point in getting pumped for the very few days of sleeping in only to dread every last moment of it. Hence, he keeps FaceTiming you every day and night with such ridiculous reasons it actually boosts your ego into thinking that he misses you. 

Oh, boy were you wrong.

But this time around, he seems so flustered and burnt up all of a sudden it makes a smirk creep its way up to your lips. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state, you’re more than satisfied like a sadistic predator. You can really use some tea right now, it’s been a little boring without any dramas other than Hyunjin being dramatic over how his hair does not look good in any way, shape or form. That alone is enough for you to throw him off a cliff because since when does Hwang Hyunjin not look good?

Changbin asks. “Have you eaten?”

“Yes, I have. You’ve been asking the same question for five minutes straight.” You roll your eyes at him in the bitchiest way possible. 

He questions subconsciously, only to have you narrow your eyes at him. “You have work tomorrow, right?”

“Bin, you have my schedule. Of course, I have work tomorrow.” You utter in disbelief. 

“Can’t I just make up excuses to call my favorite girl?”

You make a gagging noise. “Cut the bullshit. Spill or I’m gonna whip out the big gun.” 

“And what is that?” He drawls the question in boredom. 

You grin at him coyly. “I’m gonna tell Chan to poison you with cilantro.” If Changbin had to choose between eating cilantro and jumping into a tank full of sharks, he’d definitely, without a second thought, sleep with those horrifying fishes with ridiculously deadly teeth. He hates cilantro with an ignited passion, and he’s entitled to that decision for the rest of his life. He’s sworn that he would never eat cilantro as long as he lives. 

“Fine,” Changbin huffs in defeat as he holds his phone up while lying on his bed. “I need your help.”

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all they did was put that guy in a wig & jisung FLEW

This is pure, unadulterated joy captured in 38 seconds 

in the future Jisung gonna find someone very important to him and probably he will be looking at THE person just like this. Damn he really deserves all happines 😭❤ Am I right?

sleepy Jisung is kind a hot

insomnia   {IV}

Member: Han Jisung

{ Prologue } { I } { II } { III } { IV }

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Apparently, the two roommates who were supposed to move in with him, cancelled and found a new place to start working at. Jisung didn’t mind, it meant he could have a whole apartment to himself and he could work in peace and quiet. It would be the first time he was alone for real; you and his family were hours away and you both had your own ways to go now.

You tried to keep in contact with him, but your busy schedules never lined up and you were also trying to keep your relationship with Ty. Having him around made Jisung’s absence a bit better, Ty took care of you and loved you even though he knew Jisung had something against him. Eventually as the months went on, you and Jisung would never talk at all and drifted apart.

Jisung was incredibly blessed with talent and within a few months, he was being noticed by big names in the music industry. Everyone wanted to work with him or wanted to collab on tracks and in no time, he was already named the top rising star in the industry.

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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 “𝙸'𝚖 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜” 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚕𝚎!  🥰 🥰

han + aesthetics lockscreens!!! please like or reblog if you save it!!! 🐏

i’m. losing my shit

bro is on, the bio changed oh my god

i am... devastated

thinking,,,,

horse jisung performing his verse in WOW

Not to be dramatic but blonde jisung is the most attractive person I’ve ever seen in my entire life

before the decade ends i just want to say oh, you think ya big, boy, throwing three stacks? i'ma show you how to ball, you a mismatch opinionated, but i'm always spitting straight facts throw it back, i might throw this on an eight-track