I I Absolutely Adore This Man's Natural Curly Hair.

I I absolutely adore this man's natural curly hair.

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✧memories of us ✧ secret keeper

↳ Pairing: Jisung x Reader

❧ Genre : romance / smut /fluff / 1st love to strangers to lovers

❧ Summary: Sometimes memories are just that. Memories.

A series of drabbles about you and Jisung, about your love and your heartbreak and a second chance.

❧ A/N: Likes and reblogs are appreciated ♥

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You groaned for what seemed like hundredth time in the space of few hours. You had been staring at the different tabs opened on your laptop, reflecting on your life. How in the hell did the society expected kids to know what they wanted to do? Of course, there were some among your classmates who knew from day one what they wanted to do; some wanted to become doctors, some wanted to become teachers. The others? Confused as hell. And so were you.

The pressure from your teachers, reminding you every day how important your grades were for your future, was already a huge weight. But the worst pressure came from your mom. She always had huge expectation from you, pretexting she wanted the best for you and a part of you knew that it was true. The other part of you, however, wondered if she wasn’t trying to live her own dreams through you. She knew you were a good student, among the tops. She knew you could do big things if you put your heart into it. But you? You weren’t so sure of what you truly wanted. No, that was a lie. You knew, deep inside you, exactly what you wanted but didn’t dare to do. Didn’t dare to admit out loud, scared of what people would think, would say.

“What the hell am I supposed to do?” You complained and slammed your head against the table. You had been looking for hours through different options. Three tabs for law schools; prestigious one that your mom hoped you would attend. Their brochure looked very promising, guaranteeing you a prosperous future at the biggest firms. The three other tabs were for art school.

“What ya doing?” Jisung plopped on the empty chair before you, looking joyful and ready to tease you.

You slammed your laptop shut as quickly as you could before Jisung had a chance to see what you were doing. Probably not your brightest move – it attracted his attention and his curiosity. And curious Jisung meant only trouble for you; he always knew how to get answers from you. Sadly.

Jisung quirked a brow, smirking. “Someone is being suspicious.” He glanced at his phone to check the time. “Isn’t it too early to watch porn? And in a library? You’re kinky!”

Yeah, he was in the mood to tease you. You slapped his hand in response. “I’m not you, pervert!”

“Fine. No porn for you.” He conceded. “Still, you’re being hella suspicious, angel. What are you hiding?”

Because it was Jisung, you wanted to tell him everything. Despite his taste for jokes and teasing, Jisung was a very good listener and from time to time he gave very good advice. But this, this piece of you, you had kept it from everyone. From him, from Changbin and even from Yunji.

“Nothing. I’ve been working on a project.” You lied. Another bad move.

Jisung shook his head in disappointment. “Angel, you do remember that we share the same class, right? I don’t remember us having any assignment.” That made him roll his chair to your side, he leaned close, invading your personal space – you tried to back down, but really, there wasn’t a place to hide.

“So,” He stared deep into your eyes, “What are you hiding?”

An escape. You needed an escape. You averted your eyes from his face, knowing damn well that if he kept staring at you like that, you would give up. You tried to roll your own chair from him but Jisung was faster, he grabbed your legs and pulled you back, closer to him.

“Oh no. I don’t think so!”

“God, why are you so-“ You groaned again.

“Adorable? Handsome? Clever?”

“Annoying. But whatever floats your boat.”

Jisung pinched your leg in protest – your body jerked in response. One day you would get used to him being touchy. But that day wasn’t today. Your face heated up in embarrassment and not because he didn’t believe you. No, his touches were doing something to you, to your body.

“Come on. Don’t be a tease and tell me.” He begged

You glanced at your legs; Jisung was drawing circles on your skin – you blamed yourself for wearing a skirt. It was such an innocent gesture, but you felt hot in places you weren’t supposed to. You cleared your throat and cursed yourself for being so distracted. But then, when you looked back at Jisung, a smug smile was plastered on his face. The little shit knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“Do you know what you’re going to do after high school?” You blurted to distract him from his antics.

“I actually do. Music!” And you should have known the answer. Music was a huge part in Jisung’s life and even you couldn’t imagine him doing anything else.

“Right. I’m not even surprised.”

“Is this what worries you?” He asked instead, “You’re trying to figure out what to do?”

You avoided his eyes, trying to hide just how deeply it bothered you. 

“Hey.” Jisung gently cupped your face and made you look at him, his gaze softened and so did his smile. “You have time to figure out what you want to do with life.” 

“I-“ Your heart was clenching painfully in your chest. His sweetness, his gentleness and his warm touch brought out unwanted emotions. “I’m probably going to end up in a law school.” You sounded bitter even to your own ears. 

Jisung let go of you and slumped further into his chair. He wasn’t convinced. “Law school?”

“Yes. I believe I can make it.” 

“Oh I don’t doubt it. But is it really what you want to do?” Of course he would doubt you. How could he not when even you weren’t convinced? “Aren’t you just scared to disappoint the people counting on you?” 

And his words hit you right in the guts. Jisung was right, you were terrified to disappoint your mom, your teachers. But it was your future, your opinion, your wishes and well-being should be the priority. 

“Art. I want to go to an art school.” You admitted, finally. 

And Jisung’s face brightened at your confession as if he already knew what you truly wanted to do with your life but was too scared to admit. “It suits you.”

“How can you tell?” You wondered. It was something you hid well from the world. Every time you drew, you did on your free time alone. Every time you painted, you made sure your mom was either at work or away. Jisung’s reaction intrigued you. 

He flicked your nose playfully. “Because my sweet angel, while you think you’re alone, I’m always watching you.” 

Your face warmed up once more at his words. It pleased you to know that he watched you and maybe cared for you as much as you did for him. But instead of showing him how you felt, you playfully slapped his arm. “Creep.” 

“An adorable one, please.” 

Yeah, he was. 

“Can you,” You hesitated, “Can you keep it to yourself? I don’t want people to know about my wish.” 

Jisung considered telling you that you didn’t need to feel ashamed about what you liked, but he could understand your hesitation. So he nodded. “Yes. I’ll be your secret keeper.” 

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