Do Yall Ever Think About How Chenle And Jisung Would Have Been In The Class Of 2020 (chenle: Dec 2001,

do y’all ever think about how chenle and jisung would have been in the class of 2020 (chenle: dec 2001, jisung: feb 2002)

@joonsficrec don't think I didn't see the lovely tags you added !!! thank you so much for your kind words, friend !!!! 💞💘💓

lilacs | p.jm. (bts)

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: florist au, fluff

word count: 801

warnings: none

summary: jimin has always given you flowers — since he’s the main worker at the florist shop and that’s his job — but he’s never actually given you flowers. until today.

a/n: my friend @euphoria-vmin7 and i were talking about timestamps and florist jimin (because who doesn’t want to talk about florist jimin?) and uhhh somehow this happened and i texted this to her and she was like POST IT so here this is XD i don’t usually write fics for bts and i’m sorry if this sucks, but this is dedicated to you miss rey, thank you for inspiring me 💖💖💖

(also i’m still having tag issues so this is a repost, sorry T^T)

The small flower shop by the beach has always been one of your favorite places to visit. At times you’ve found yourself there, sometimes browsing, occasionally buying, but often talking to the lovely florist with the pale peach hair.

He had told you his name was Jimin, and ever since the first time you’ve set foot in his shop, he’s always been helpful in suggesting flowers for whatever occasion you bring to him. He also seems to have a special talent for assembling bouquets — never overdone yet never lacking, and every single flower is arranged perfectly, not a petal out of place.

Yet one day you come to him in distress, longing to be comforted by the warm glow of the late afternoon sun and the boy who now occupies a rather large space in your heart. In a few months, all your closest friends since childhood will be moving to universities, while you have chosen to stay in the same town you grew up in.

You tell him none of this, but he notices your expression and wordlessly brings out a bouquet from behind the counter. How did he make it so soon after you walked through the door?

Unless… he had started it earlier…

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— about me

❃ hello friend !! my name’s april !!

❃ 05.29.03

❃ in college !!

❃ nctzen since spring 2019 :) my biases are ten, mark, and jisung !!

❃ i also love ningning (aespa), wendy (red velvet), taehyun (txt), heeseung & jake (enhypen), wooyoung (ateez), hoseok (bts), jihyo (twice), rosé (blackpink), and taeyeon (snsd) !!!

❃ honey lemon green tea + boba + lychee jelly (75% sweet, less ice)

❃ likes: herbal/fruit teas, strawberry pocky, black cherries, macarons, cucumber sandwiches, xiaolongbao, soondubu, super fuzzy costco blankets, shiny things, paper stars, peppermint bark, and berets, greek mythology, art museums

❃ i love making new friends !! feel free to send me an ask or a dm ^-^

— about my writing

❃ my fics are written with she/her reader pronouns

❃ i currently only write for nct dream

❃ please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work !! if you see anyone doing so, please tell me. thanks friend :)

— tags

asks

sundrops

aesthetics

tag games

he do be shy sometimes 🥺🥺🥺💘

hand sanitizer | p.js.

pairing: jisung x reader

genre: high school au, fluff

word count: 3,702

warnings: none, except maybe you’ll get hungry and wish for frozen yogurt (froyo is always a yes please from me)

summary: you just wanted to hang out with chenle and jisung and eat a bagel during class and enjoy the company of your classmates — and all three of those did happen, just not one after the other as you’d normally expected.

a/n: stay safe everyone!

Your break between your Friday classes is ten minutes, long enough to put your books down, grab a snack from your locker, and talk to Chenle before the teacher opens the class with an entertaining story about his three year old son.

But your usual teacher is not here today (he is at a wedding, after which your class can expect at least two stories about the experiences he had that day), and in his place is a substitute teacher, a mother of one of the students in your class who has brought your group some bagels to eat during the lesson. She is kind, and is at the moment reviewing some notes as you and Chenle catch up.

Chenle is animatedly recounting what happened in physics last hour, how him and Jisung were supposed to be making marble rollercoasters out of halved pool noodles and tape, and that Jisung kept dropping the marbles so often that him and Chenle had to switch jobs in their group.

“He really does have poop hands,” Chenle sighs, shaking his head at you as if to say, Can you believe this guy?

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to the guy who wrestled a frisbee that was SIGNED BY MARK LEE and THROWN BY BYUN BAEKHYUN out of the hands of my best friend at the superm concert after she’s stanned baekhyun for SIX YEARS and mark SINCE SMROOKIES and this was her FIRST CONCERT EVER and she had actually CAUGHT the frisbee with one hand but the guy used two hands against a 5’1 TEENAGE GIRL, to the guy who even “allowed us” to take a picture with the signed frisbee after the concert was over:

i don’t like you

i don’t like you at all

[7:43 pm]

“i should go,” you say to secretlover!jaemin as you watch the late afternoon sun scatter its final light onto the flowers in the garden. it streaks across your face when you turn to glance back at him.

jaemin is already staring at you when you meet his gaze, a small peony delicately balanced between two fingers. the breeze sweeps through his clothes as he makes his way over to you, the gravel crunching beneath his shoes.

he tucks the flower into your hair so it won’t fall out, working carefully. “i’m sure you should,” he whispers, his words close to your ear, and his fingers brush over your collarbone, exposed by your dress.

jaemin doesn’t step back to admire the view before moving to capture your lips in his. you slide your arms over his shoulders and he finds your waist, kissing you softly to make up for lost time and time that will be lost without you.

his fingers caress your jawline and your dress billows in the wind, the last bit of sun disappearing behind the stone wall, becoming nothing more than a golden memory that will fade into the evening sky.