Boxer!gguk Drabble #1

boxer!gguk drabble #1

— pairing: childhood friend!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff (i guess..) | college!au, childhood friends to lovers

— word count: 0.9k

— warnings: harsh words, tattooed and pierced jk (eyebrow and lip)

— summary: after not seeing each other for two years, jeon jeongguk shows up on your doorstep with an arm full of ink and two piercings on his face.

masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

“You’re staring.”

“Of course I am!”

He laughs. You haven’t seen each other for two years yet he still knows which buttons to push to annoy you, making you even more irritated.

It’s not fair.

When you both parted ways for college, the most ink you could see on his skin are a few scattered ones on his right arm. Three stripes on his wrist, a tiger lily on his forearm, and a chinese phrase meaning “the most beautiful moments in life” near his elbow are to name a few.

Imagine your surprise when he knocked on your door at 10 in the morning with his right arm wholly covered in ink and two piercings on his face. You almost thought that he was someone else altogether, but when he said hi and grinned, you knew it was your childhood friend whom you said goodbye to two years ago when you were both freshmen at different universities.

So much has changed, yet so little at the same time as he strolled inside your house even before you said anything to respond to his greeting, too shocked to even say hi back.

Your mom didn’t even bat an eye when he came up to her to say hi, and your dad gave him an amused smile at how strong he was handling the pain of getting all those ink painted on his whole arm. It seemed like you were the only one thrown for a loop at the sight of him.

Now you’re both sitting in the living room, him attempting to watch the TV while you’re staring at him. You don’t even deny it when he calls you out, shame thrown out the window. The sight of him sitting on your couch is too bizarre for you to just say nothing about it.

“Why are you so shocked? You knew I’d always wanted to get my arm tattooed.”

“Yeah, but not the whole thing.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better,” he shrugs, “it didn’t hurt.”

You glare at him as he chuckles at your expression. “Alright, it felt like a pinch. From Thanos.”

“And those two?” you ask, referring to the piercings he has on his eyebrow and lower lip. “Felt like what? Kissed by Thanos?”

“Jealous?” He grins.

You give him the stink eye, but you’re still curious and honestly a bit concerned because from what you know, getting pierced anywhere on your body hurts like hell. You can’t really imagine the pain of getting pierced on your face, yet he has two of them.

“Seriously though, don’t they hurt like you’re thrown in hell and then back?”

Your question makes him throw his head back in a loud laugh.

“It hurt, but nothing I can’t handle,” he answers. “You can stop looking at me like that. I’m starting to think that you’re worried about me.”

“You have two piercings on your face! One on your lip! How can I not worry!”

“This?” He nudges the lip ring with his tongue. “It doesn’t hurt now. It’s just like wearing earrings, you know, but on your lip.”

“I don’t wear earrings,” you say in a flat tone.

He pulls his mouth into a thin line, running out of ways to assure you his piercings don’t hurt him at all.

“Look,” he says, running his tongue on his lips before settling on his lip ring, pulling it this way and that with his tongue. “Do you see it bleeding? Do you see me wince in pain? Do you see it hurt me in any way?”

He continues to tug at the ring on his lip with his tongue to make a point, eyes boring into yours as if to challenge you to say anything more about his piercings. You don’t notice, though, as your gaze unconsciously focuses on the way his tongue rolls over the lip ring slowly, as if to tease and taunt you.

You close your eyes to get rid of the mental image.

“Stop doing that, you’re going to tear the skin on your lip.”

“Wanna do it for me?”

“Huh?”

“Tug at my lip ring with your tongue. You can soothe the burn by kissing it afterwards.”

“I—“

“Promise it’ll feel good. You’ve never kissed someone with a lip piercing before, have you?”

“… no.”

“Then come here quick.” He raises one eyebrow (his pierced one, fuck), taunting. “Or not. The lip ring will get cold but my lips will still be warm.”

Your whole face is already red but you make no move to kiss him. This is weird. He’s your childhood friend. Your very hot childhood friend. Why is he suddenly asking you to kiss him anyway?

“Come on, baby. Hurt me with your tongue.”

Something snaps inside of you and you yank at his shirt to shut him up with your lips. You tug at his lip ring harshly and he lets out a groan from the back of his throat from the pain. Well, he asked for it.

“You’re so annoying,” you manage to say in between kisses.

He smiles. “You love it,” he mumbles against your lips before angling his head to deepen the kiss. Your head spins.

He then notices you rolling your tongue over his lip ring over and over again, and pulls away slightly with a smirk.

“Loving the ring now, huh?”

“Shut up, Jeon.”

He chuckles before getting back to pressing his lips against yours, enjoying the extra attention you give to his lip ring.

Maybe he’ll get another one just to rile you up.

(And to kiss you like this again.)

— a/n: thank you for reading! it’s my first time posting writings on tumblr so pls be kind to me 😬 tell me your thoughts on my secreto :)

do you not like jk’s eyebrow piercing?

it’s kinda my favorite actually 😅

i’m assuming you’re asking this because i took out his eyebrow piercing in you bring colors (to my life) and said “thank god it’s gone now” in yeah i know (you’ll always stay), so i feel like i need to explain!! hahah

i wrote ybc around the time jeongguk took out his piercing irl, so i was just trying to stick to his current appearance at that time. as for the second one, it’s bc the piercing makes him hotter = less self control for oc so with it gone oc feels like she has slightly more control over herself 😂

i’m rambling but i hope that clears up that i don’t not-like and/or hate any of his piercings! 🥺

posting the masterlist first as a "teaser" hahaha,,

picture drabble masterlist

a collection of drabbles written based on a picture, sorted by date written (date stamps underneath each post). written in one sitting, unedited. mostly jeon jeongguk.

→ jjk | kimchi-seasoning-stained gloves

→ kth | a side glance

→ jjk | chubby-cheeked jk

→ kth | th posing in front of tower bridge

→ jjk | back view of jk with a white t-shirt

→ jjk | jk smiling with light orbs behind him

→ kth & myg | blue-haired th and purple-haired yg

→ jjk | a vlive screenshot of jk waving to the camera

→ jjk | jk lying on the wooden floor

→ jjk | euphoria!jk smiling behind the steering wheel of a car

→ jjk | long-haired jk fixing his hair while looking at the camera

→ jjk | jk standing in front of a vending machine

→ jjk | a black and white pic of smiling jk

→ jjk | just jk sitting down (honestly i don't know how to describe this one)

yeah i know (you'll always stay) | jjk

— pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff, smut | college!au, boxer!jk, childhood friend!jk, friends to lovers

— word count: 4.3k

— warnings: harsh words, tattooed and pierced jk, too much use of the pet name 'baby', kissing, making out, markings (hickeys), fondling, nipple play, heavy petting, dirty talk, mentions of oral sex, implied penetrative sex, gguk gets a bit mean in the middle :c (dw it's only in the heat of the moment), all this happens in a public gym though no one is inside other than jk and oc

— summary: a boxing lesson with your boyfriend takes an unexpected turn when he decides he's had enough of your blabbering mouth.

— author's note: the summary is highkey meh and it's not a social media au pls dont be fooled by the pic.. hehehe. also it's my first time writing explicit smut so pls be gentle with me asdkdjksjd with that said i hope you enjoy! :)

masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

Jeon Jeongguk is annoying.

It’s the first time you’re back in the boxing gym he frequents after months vacating it, never setting foot inside the place in the time you were separated with your boyfriend. There have been many occasions where he encouraged you to come on your own and meet with his trainer — who is familiar with you too by now — but you never did. Something about feeling like you don’t belong there plays a big factor on why. The boxing gym is his setting, not yours.

Apparently Jeongguk thought your reasoning does not make any sense at all, taking your words too literally by saying the boxing gym is a public setting and anyone can train there as long as they pay for it. You had spent the whole drive to the gym bickering about this, both you and Jeongguk too stubborn to back down. When you reached the gym, he took the final words by pointing out that there are a few people inside the building, proving that it is a public setting. You had rolled your eyes as you took a seat in your usual corner, still ogling your boyfriend as he works out despite his being annoying earlier.

You think he’s done being annoying, but here he is doing exactly that by asking you to get off your seat and put on a pair of boxing gloves.

“You’re kidding, right?” You give him the stink eye as he gulps down water from his huge water bottle, chest still heaving from the exercise. You’re too busy staring at his post-workout state that you almost miss him shaking his head no at your question.

“But you just finished!” you blurt out.

He lifts an eyebrow (the one which used to be pierced, thank God it’s gone now), confused by the lack of relevance. “So?”

It’s irritating how he doesn’t see the connection and how he looks so unbothered about all of this. Even more so when he continues lifting his water bottle to his lips, now taking slow sips as he gives you a challenging stare, silently asking you to elaborate. You hate that you’re feeling a bit hot just from his stare alone.

Still, you try to maintain your annoyed expression, refusing to give in. “You’re done which means I’m gonna be doing this by myself which means I’m gonna embarrass myself in front of these people and I don’t want to do that,” you say in one breath. “So, no, I’m not going to put on the gloves, Jeongguk.”

“Who said you’re doing it alone?” Jeongguk smirks, reaching inside his duffel bag to pull out a set of clothes which he thrusts into your hands. “I’ll be your training partner. Go get changed.”

You open your mouth to voice out an objection, but he beats you before you can get anything out. “Go or I’ll do it for you right here.” The firm tone he uses means he’s serious, so you make your way towards the changing room with a huff. It’s not fair how easy he makes you do something, even when you try your hardest to refuse.

You come back from the changing room to an almost empty space, your boyfriend being the only other person in the room. He’s gotten rid of his boxing gloves, replacing them with the pads that are usually on his trainer’s hands. He’s also put on the protective head gear which hides most of his face, highlighting his big doe eyes behind it. But that’s not what you are focused on.

“Why the fuck are you sleeveless now?”

Your question gets answered with yet another smirk, this time with a shrug that’s too suspicious to not mean anything. “It’s hot, why else would I be sleeveless?” He then gestures to the boxing gloves, signalling for you to put them on. “Come on, I only booked an hour of private session. Can’t afford to waste any more time.”

You grab the boxing gloves in your hand, but before putting them on, you smack your boyfriend in the chest with it first. “You’re so annoying, you know that?” you hiss as he laughs, both of you knowing exactly why he chose to go sleeveless just now.

“You love it,” he says with a grin.

After that he starts protesting about the time again, urging you to put on the gloves so you can start already. It’s actually endearing how he booked a private session for you two so you don’t have to be self-conscious about your lack of skills in boxing in front of other people, but the way he keeps talking about it sours it a little bit. You know it’s because he doesn’t want to waste the money he has invested for the time, but still.

As it turns out, he was right to hurry you into starting, because you’re not good at any sports and so you learn really slow about it. You’ve lost count of how many times Jeongguk has to correct your posture and the way you punch, as well as taking your ill-powered jabs and missed hits. You’ve apologized probably a hundred times at this point.

“It’s fine,” he exhales, tired from holding his posture more rather than taking your hits, “at least now I can take this thing off, no way you’re gonna bonk my head when you can’t even hit the pads on my hands.” He’s talking about the head gear, which he takes off after he did so of the pads on his hands. “Go take five, babe. You still did great for a first-timer.”

You release a huge breath, not realizing that you’ve been holding it while you were exercising. You didn’t even do much yet you’re already sweating buckets, and it feels like no air is enough as you continue to inhale as much oxygen as you can into your lungs. It’s a wonder how Jeongguk can do this on an almost daily basis, with more power and accuracy than you just did. Your boyfriend might just be superhuman or something.

“How are you not — out of breath — like I am?” you pant, water bottle in hand. You can’t even take a sip because you’re breathing too hard. “Oh, wait. It’s probably — the sports bra you packed. Haven’t worn it since — high school.. yeah.. probably it.”

Jeongguk stares at your heaving chest as you continue struggle breathing, though you eventually manage to take a gulp of your water. His eyes don’t leave your figure even when you’ve stopped panting, making you raise an eyebrow in question. “What?”

He shrugs. “Maybe take it off if it’s making you hard to breathe?”

You scoff. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you.”

“I’ll take off my shirt in return.”

“HA! Nice try, Jeon.” You shake your head at him in disapproval. “Let’s continue so it can be over sooner.” You move to put the gloves back on but Jeongguk stops you, reaching for the gloves himself instead.

“Before we proceed, let me show you the correct technique first,” he says, walking over to the punching bag that you haven’t had the chance to use yet. He gives it a few jabs, jumps in place three times, then punches some more with increased speed. You don’t pay attention to his posture or punching techniques at all, instead choosing to stare at his flexing muscles that he chose to expose up to his shoulders today. You’re kind of grateful that the side that faces you is his tattoo-less arm, because if it had been his tattooed one, you’re not sure you can hold yourself from jumping him right then and there.

“Babe, come here and see how I punch so you can hit the pads correctly later,” he beckons you over, already getting into position to start punching again. You walk closer with your arms crossed in front of your chest, making sure to push it up a bit since Jeongguk made a comment about it earlier. He’s been distracting you with his arms for the past half hour, it’s only fair for you to try to do the same.

“Oh, you’re done showing off, I see,” you say in mock surprise. “We all know you’re just trying to get me to stare at your muscles. Honestly I don’t know why you’re still doing that, it’s obvious that I always stare and it doesn’t really affect me like that anymore.”

Jeongguk breaks his boxing stance, standing to his full height. His eyes glance at your pushed up chest for a second, making him let out a half chuckle half scoff. Then he takes off the boxing gloves while making eye contact with you, which you hold firmly because two can play at this game. He throws the gloves to the ground harshly.

“Let’s see if it really ‘doesn’t affect you like that anymore’.”

His takes the hem of his shirt in his hands, pulling it off his body in one quick move. The piece of garment suffers the same fate as his boxing gloves: thrown carelessly to the ground. You don’t break eye contact with him even as he reaches for the gloves again, refusing to give him the satisfaction. He doesn’t back down either, putting the gloves back on without taking his eyes off yours. You almost lost it because holy shit how can someone put on boxing gloves without even looking at it??

When the gloves are secured properly on his hands, he says: “Now let me show you what showing off is.”

Jeongguk then goes back to the punching bag, taking a stance in front of it once again before he starts punching, hard. Now that his upper body is void of any clothings, your eyes roam freely across his body, from his bulging bicep to the taut muscles of his back. From his shoulderblades, you go down his back until you reach his tiny waist. It’s the one thing that will always fascinate you about Jeongguk, how his wide shoulders come down to a waist that slim it’s almost unreal. Oh, he would look so good in a crop top.

As he continues his rapid fire at the punching bag, you can’t help but wonder about his front side, so you make your way around until you’re on his right side. His tattooed side. His inked arm looks even better when it’s flexing like this, and the newly-added colors seem to be dancing following the rhythm of his punches. Aside from his tattoos, you can also see the front of his torso from this side, his sweaty heaving chest the next destination your eyes land on. Then they come down to his taut abs, the firm lines forming an eight-pack instead of a six-pack like most people have. The way his whole body is taut from the sheer power of his punches makes you feel things that you have to hold yourself from tackling him down to kiss him senseless.

Jeongguk delivers one last punch to the punching bag with a resounding smack, making you break focus from your activities tracing your boyfriend’s muscles with your eyes. Breathing heavily, he catches your eyes and seems to just notice your change in position. His stare is still piercing, and the sound that comes out of his mouth when he says his next words almost sounds like a growl.

“One last thing.”

You thought he’s going to jab the punching bag for one last time, but he lifts a leg instead, giving a very hard kick to the poor thing. The power of his kick sends the bag and the frame shifting, it tears your gaze away from the way his thigh muscles flex. You can feel yourself getting damp down there as he approaches you while taking off the gloves before he chucks them at you almost angrily.

“Your turn,” he spits out harshly, eyes burning into yours. His harsh tone triggers you to feel as angry as he sounds, prompting you to shout your response at him: “Fine!”

Feeling a burst of courage along with your anger, you take the hem of your t-shirt and pull it off your body exactly like your boyfriend did earlier. It leaves you in the sports bra you haven’t worn since high school which has been restricting your breathing a bit, but you must admit it makes your boobs look good. No wonder Jeongguk can’t take his eyes off you now, even more so when you bend down to retrieve the boxing gloves he threw at you.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” you say through gritted teeth as you pull on the left glove. “So fucking irritating,” you continue pulling on the right one. “And so fucking infuriating.” You finish putting on the gloves, ready to punch anything now.

Instead of the punching bag, you go for Jeongguk’s chest. He looks a bit shocked at that, but remains composed as you continue hitting his chest while talking. “I don’t know what you’re trying to prove here.” Another jab.

“I already said I always stare at you.” Punch.

“I already admitted how much I like your muscles.” A jab at his abs.

“How much I like your tattoos.” A shove at his tattooed shoulder.

“How much I love your body.” Another punch at his abs.

“What else, huh? Do you want me on my knees for you?” A shove at his chest with both of your hands.

“Okay, fuck, you’re hot! Smoking hot! So fucking hot I had to hold myself from kissing the fuck out of — mmph!”

Your sentence is cut off abruptly by Jeongguk’s hands gripping your jaw and him kissing you harshly like he wants to devour you whole. The way he presses his lips against yours is bruising, you’re sure your lips are gonna be swollen after this. You try to return his kisses with the same pace, but it’s proven a difficult task as he’s set an unforgiving pace to begin with.

When he bites into your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, you cry out in pain as your hand comes up at his chest to push him away. Only then you both realize you’re still wearing the boxing gloves, making Jeongguk grunt unhappily.

“Fuck, take them off. Now,” he demands, lips going back after yours, not even giving you a chance to properly take the gloves off. You reach blindly for the strap, but are still unsuccessful even after almost a minute of trying. Jeongguk lets out a frustrated groan when he feels you slipping away from the kiss, pulling away from your lips to yank your gloved hands into his so he can take the damn gloves off already.

“Can’t even take them off without me,” he growls, his hands wrenching the gloves off your hands. “Do you need help taking your clothes off too? Huh?” He tugs you forward by the hips, lips connecting back with yours. This time he sucks on your bottom lip, a silent apology for the bite earlier. “You have no idea how hot you look in that bra, baby,” he whispers in between kisses and sucks. “So fucking sexy, I’d have you right here, right now.”

You can’t help but let out a moan at his words, feeling your legs shake. If there was a dampness in your underwear before, there’s definitely a wet patch on it now. It doesn’t help that Jeongguk starts kissing down your jaw to your neck, where his cold lip ring constrasts the warmth of his lips and mouth. He focuses on a spot where your shoulder meets your neck, and settles there with his tongue and teeth abusing your sensitive skin until it turns an angry shade of red.

While his mouth is busy up there, his hands find home on your waist, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your shorts to stroke the skin there. You’re so overwhelmed by all the sensory stimulations that you almost stumble when Jeongguk moves his legs forward. He notices that, so he puts his hands under your thighs to haul your body up before leaning your back against the wall so he can continue his assault on your neck peacefully.

One of his hands that was previously on your thigh moves to your ass, squeezing the round flesh and eliciting yet another moan out of you. You can feel his smirk against the skin of your neck, fully satisfied of your responses to his ministrations. Feeling that your neck is covered enough by various shades of red, he kisses his way to your shoulder as his hand that’s previously on your ass moves back up to slide your bra strap off the shoulder so he has plenty of room to work. You can feel yourself gush out more wetness down there.

“Baby, look at me,” he tells you, separating his lips from your skin for a moment. You try your hardest to open your eyes and look at him through your blurry vision. You could cry from how turned on you are right now. “Can you hold yourself up?” he asks.

You’re not sure, but you nod nonetheless. Holding your arms around his neck and crossing your legs around his waist, you steel yourself as he lets go of your thigh, letting the wall and his body alone supporting your weight. You thought it’s because he wants to hold your face with both hands when he kisses you again, but you thought wrong as you let out a whine of pleasure when his left hand comes in contact with your right breast. He holds it gently instead of squeezing like what he did to your ass, but what prompts the sound is the way his thumb rubs tight circles on your nipple through the fabric of your bra. He’s too attuned with your body that he knows your nipples are very sensitive when you’re turned on like this, even under layers of clothing.

“You like that, baby?” Jeongguk exhales, seemingly not faring any better himself. His thumb continues its movements on your chest while his mouth goes back to sucking bruises onto your shoulder. Too busy feeling both sensations, you fail to notice that his right hand has gone from your shoulder. It’s two seconds later that you almost slip off the wall as you let out a surprised whimper when two fingers of his suddenly press down on your soaked core.

“Fuck, you’re drenched,” Jeongguk says breathlessly, starting to rub slow circles on your clit. You’re sure by now your underwear is far beyond ruined from how much wetness is coming out of you right now. But Jeongguk is not Jeon Jeongguk if not a menace.

“This is gonna make it worse, sorry baby,” he warns seconds before crashing his lips back on yours, the pace weirdly slow and sensual instead of harsh and passionate like earlier. You think nothing of it, accepting his kisses as how he gives them. But then he licks at your bottom lip, and the gasp you let out is used as an opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth. When his tongue meets yours, your suspicion is confirmed.

The fucker has a tongue piercing.

He’s been licking around your skin with that damn piercing on and you are too far gone in pleasure to realize. He continues to lick his way into your mouth, each swipe of the metal against your tongue making more wetness flow out of you. At this point, it’s a waterfall down there and you’re sure he’s aware because his fingers haven’t stopped their movement since starting it, instead going faster with the help of the added lubrication.

“What the fuck, Jeongguk?!” you manage to whisper-shout in between kisses. There are so many things you have to say to him regarding the newest addition on his tongue, but he gives you no chance as he speeds up the movement of his fingers on your clit. He alternates the pressure between hard and light to tease you, all the while swallowing your moans of complaint right into his mouth.

You feel the coil in your belly tighten rapidly with the way Jeongguk’s fingers don’t let up the pace, and you hurriedly grab his wrist to pull his hand away from your center. He’s way stronger than you, though, so the hand stays where it is and his fingers continue their assault on the bundle of nerves.

“Stop — stop — ! I’m gonna — cum — !” Your grip on his wrist tightens. “Jeong — guk! Please, don’t wan’t — to come in my pants — !”

“Oh, what’s that? You want to come on my tongue instead?” Jeongguk breathes out, his finger giving one last flick on your abused clit. You shudder, imagining the ball of metal on his tongue coming in contact with the most sensitive part of your body. “Hmm, you’d like that wouldn’t you, test out my new piercing as you sit on my face like it’s your personal seat?”

You don’t have the energy to respond, too busy getting oxygen into your lungs. Your core is still throbbing painfully after being denied the release it so badly needed (you denied yourself, so you can’t really blame anyone else), and it clenches around nothing when Jeongguk decides his taunting hasn’t concluded yet.

“Or I can continue what I was doing with my fingers, rubbing you as I insert a finger or two, feeling you gush out even more of your juices for me.” He goes back to kissing your neck pink and purple, moving to your other shoulder that’s still clean of colors. This time, though, instead of only letting your bra strap fall from your shoulder, he coaxes your arm out of the loop so he can pull down the cup part and letting your breast fall free. He wastes no time in rolling your nipple between his fingers, occasionally giving it a pinch. You can only whimper as a response.

His mouth moves downward when he deems your shoulder colorful enough, and before you know it, he has your nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it. Even with his mouth full, he’s still determined to keep your core nice and wet for him by spewing more filthy words from between his lips.

“Or would you rather be bent over the bathroom walls as I pound you from behind?” His question sounds like a promise to your ears. “I remember that one time we did it in your shower and you came so much I thought you were going to pass out.” The image conjured up in your brain of the memory is vivid, you can remember the numb feeling in your legs after you both finished. Jeongguk had to carry you out of the bathroom because your entire body had felt like mush.

Apparently, you’re not the only one with vivid memories of that day, because Jeongguk shudders in your arms before he drops his face into the crook of your neck. “Ah, shit, I’m so fucking hard right now.” He pauses for five seconds. Then, “shower with me?”

“Only if you promise to put that fucking tongue piercing to good use,” you snap through your teeth, still reeling because your boyfriend now has a tongue piercing. “And bend me over. Slam me against the walls. I don’t care, just fuck me good.”

“Oh, baby, I’ll give you the best fuck of your life.”

Later, when you’re both done with your gym activities and back in your house, watching TV on your couch, Jeongguk makes a confession.

“It’s fake, you know. My tongue piercing.”

“What??” You stare at him with wide eyes, not believing him even the slightest bit. It felt real when it touched your tongue and your.. another sensitive area.

“No, not ‘fake’ like it doesn’t exist, but it’s not actually pierced to my tongue. It’s a clip-on,” he explains, sticking his tongue out before tugging at the metal, the piece of jewelry coming off his tongue without leaving any marks. You stare in awe at the ball now in Jeongguk’s hand.

“I looked up reviews online about tongue piercings, and actually still feel iffy about getting it pierced for real. Then I found this in one of the comments, and thought, why not try it, right?” He gives you a smile as he puts the clip-on piercing aside. “Besides, I know you’re not fully on board with this idea either, so I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to do. But I see you liked it, huh? It felt good, right?”

“Well, yeah, I almost died,” you mumble, hiding your face in his shoulder. It’s crazy how different you both are compared to an hour ago when you were busy getting it on in the gym showers. You can feel your face getting hot at the memory of him bending your body over the cold walls as water streamed down from overhead. “Maybe keep it for after hours only?”

He laughs before kissing the top of your head softly. “I mean, it’s a great compromise,” he considers. “Besides, if I do get one, I wouldn’t be able to kiss you for, like, weeks. Who can go around without kissing for that long??”

It’s your turn to laugh as you cup his cheek, angling his head so you can slot your lips against his in a soft kiss. “Certainly not you, big baby.”

Jeongguk turns his body completely to face you, pulling you into his lap so he can continue pressing his lips against yours with soft sighs slipped in between. He sneaks his hands under your t-shirt and rubs circles onto your hipbones, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“You wanna go again? I think I can go for a round two.”

“Hmm.. no, too tired.”

“I’ll put on the clip-on and let you sit on my face. You won’t even have to lift a finger.”

“Tomorrow, okay? I’m seriously really tired and could use a nap right now.”

“Alright, tomorrow.”

“Don’t pout, you baby, tomorrow I’ll ride your face and anything else you want me to do.”

“Mmh, kay, love you.”

“Love you too, now shush or I’ll throw the clip-on out.”

— a/n: thanks for reading! any feedbacks here would be greatly appreciated :D

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a kaleidoscope of us | jjk

— pairing: basketball player!jk x named oc

— genre: fluff | high school au, childhood friends au, neighbors au, friends enemies to lovers

— word count: 5.3k

— warnings: childhood stories, jeongguk has always been annoying, jeongguk's crush was serious, junghwa loves him too yall she's just too shy to express it, mention of iron man, mention of jk's eight-pack abs (they're still innocent i swear^^), they're just too adorable :(

— summary: being neighbors with the star player of the school's basketball team since childhood comes with a lot of memories—of rain, ice cream, and of course: love.

— author's note: hope you enjoy reading ggukhwa go down the memory lane! they're too adorable i cannot :(

masterlist | basketball player!gguk masterlist

Graduation days are supposed to be held on a sunny day, where the weather is nice and the sun doesn’t make you sweat through your clothes. It’s supposed to be a day full of excitement, laughter, and joy as you celebrate going away from school and into something much bigger called college. The only thing that could stress you out on graduation day is if you misplaced your cap somewhere and couldn’t find it until the last last minute when you have to go.

(Seriously, though, that sounds like a Jeongguk thing to do and he really did misplace his cap five minutes before he and his family were supposed to go to school.)

Well, the point is, graduation days are supposed to go smoothly without a glitch, but Junghwa’s graduation day decided just to be out of the ordinary by bringing something different into the equation: rain. It was fine in the morning, the sun was shining brightly (which Junghwa slightly hated because it would make her sweat through her graduation gown) and there was no sign of rain anywhere. But the sky turned gloomy as the hour went by, and rain poured down the second the graduates finished tossing their caps into the air.

It was chaos all over as everyone tried to catch their caps before running away to find shelter. Junghwa was thankful that she was with Jiwoo the entire time, who held her hand and never let go even while they were running in search of a place that wasn’t drenched.

They’re back in the school building now, only slightly damp because their graduation gowns took most of the damage. Jiwoo is shaking water off her cap when she suddenly laughs, and when Junghwa looks at her in question, the girl nods her head in the direction of a group of girls standing not far from them.

“Did you see them trying to run in their heels in the rain? It was hilarious.” Jiwoo continues to laugh as one of the girls walks past them while complaining how soaking wet she is. “Mean girls got KO-ed by the rain.”

Jiwoo’s right. They’re the ‘mean girls’ who ambushed Junghwa last year after Jeongguk hugged her in front of the whole school (to protect her from the basketball coming her way, but they didn’t care) and made her come home early afterwards. Then she was forced to play basketball with Jeongguk and the rest is history.

“You know, if it weren’t for them, I think Jeongguk and I wouldn’t be dating right now.”

“You’re dating Jeongguk?!” Jiwoo whisper-shouts, eyes comically wide. Junghwa gives her a flat look which makes her let out a laugh again. “Speaking of Jeongguk, where is he? How come he hasn’t come running for you after this surprising turn of event?”

“Actually,” Junghwa says, lifting up her phone. “He’s texting me right now, asking where I am.”

Jiwoo shakes her head at the information. “He’s so in love with you that it’s gross and endearing at the same time.”

“Don’t say ‘in love’ like that, it’s gross.” Junghwa makes a face as she puts her phone back in her dress pocket. “He’s coming here, by the way.”

“Oh yeay, what a joy to be a third wheel,” Jiwoo fakes her enthusiasm with two weak fists raised in the air before grinning wide to show Junghwa that she’s not serious. “Kidding, I actually have to go soon because my family said they’re coming here to pick me up.”

Junghwa and Jiwoo then chat some more while waiting, talking about some high school memories, their friends, also the college they’re going to attend after this. It’s bittersweet, because on one side you’re pursuing higher education for a better future, but on the other side you have to go separate ways with your friends. Junghwa knows that high school friendships typically don’t last, but Jiwoo is a really good friend and it’s really sad to think that Junghwa is not going to attend the same college as her.

“Looks like your boyfriend’s here,” Jiwoo glances behind Junghwa and she turns around to find a smiling Jeongguk walking towards them. He has his gown hanging on his arm and his cap held in his hands, both wet from the rain just like everyone else’s. When he’s close enough, Junghwa just realizes that his hair is also wet from the rain instead of the styling gel he applied this morning, tufts of black sticking out indicating he’s run his fingers through it enough times to get rid of said gel. Weirdly, he still looks good even with messy hair like that.

“Hi baby,” Jeongguk says when he’s reached Junghwa, putting his arm around her shoulders before squeezing lightly. “Hello to you too, Jiwoo.”

“Hey.” Junghwa smiles back, patting Jeongguk’s cheek twice as a form of greeting. “Why is your hair so wet?” The girl then continues the trek of her hand upwards, feeling some wet strands of hair on her fingers.

The sight makes Jiwoo shake her head, conflicted between being endeared or grossed out by the couple in front of her. “Okay! I think that’s my cue to leave,” she says, opening up her arms to Junghwa. “Last hug before I do?”

Junghwa makes a sad face before embracing her friend in a tight hug. “Don’t you dare forget about me,” she whispers, which makes both girls smile because they know they will stay in each other’s minds even after going separate ways.

Jiwoo bids goodbye to Jeongguk as well before picking up her gown and cap off the floor and walking away. Junghwa watches as her figure gets smaller the farther she walks, and Jeongguk rubs his hand up and down Junghwa’s arm the moment he sees his girlfriend’s lips turn down into a frown.

“You’ll be okay, baby,” he whispers into her hair. “You’ll be okay.”

Jeongguk and Junghwa end up sitting on a concrete bench in front of the school to wait for Jeongguk’s dad to pick them up. Both families had planned to have late lunch together to celebrate Jeongguk and Junghwa’s graduation, and the couple were supposed to go to the restaurant together after the graduation ceremony is over. But mother nature happened, so now Jeongguk’s dad is on the way to pick them up from school.

“How long will it be until your dad gets here?” Junghwa asks as she carefully places her gown and cap beside her, taking care not to sit on it. It’s still awfully wet and she doesn’t want her dress to end up in the same state.

Jeongguk puts his own gown and cap on top of Junghwa’s before sitting down on her other side. “I don’t know, he said he just left the restaurant.” He shrugs. “Oh, and it’s raining, so expect traffic. He’s probably not gonna be here for a while.”

Junghwa nods while absent-mindedly kicking the ground with her sneakers. She looks up to watch the rain only to find her boyfriend staring at her feet with a funny look on his face. Bumping her shoulder with his, a chuckle escapes her mouth as she asks why he’s suddenly so interested in her choice of footwear today.

“It’s just unusual to see someone wearing a dress with sneakers on their feet.” Jeongguk bumps his girlfriend’s shoe with his own sneakers-clad foot. “You look good by the way. In a dress. I haven’t had a chance to tell you that since I saw you this morning.”

The girl scoffs and turns her head to look at the boy beside her to give him an are-you-sure? expression. “Really? With my hair matted to my forehead and semi-damp dress that’s sticking to my skin uncomfortably? You must have a peculiar definition for ‘looking good’.”

The boy laughs and ruffles Junghwa’s hair adoringly (also taking care not to mess her hair up too much) which does seem peculiar because Junghwa didn’t even say anything remotely funny. But hey, this is the same boy who has pined for Junghwa for six years, in a time when they weren’t even talking to each other. If anything, Jeongguk is the definition of peculiar itself.

“Hey, I don’t see you in a dress that much, give me a break.” Jeongguk grins. “And your hair’s fine! It’s still cute, I promise the rain didn’t do much damage.” He traces his fingers on Junghwa’s side braid that they don’t even know the name of, combing through a few tangled strands too while he’s at it.

“Yeah? It’s all my mom, I swear, I graduate high school and she thinks it’s the perfect opportunity to force me in dresses and fancy braids. This—” she gestures to the sneakers covering her feet, “—is a trade off I forced her to agree on. She was making me put on heels, Jeongguk! Imagine me, in heels, running in the rain trying to avoid being drenched. Even those mean girls couldn’t handle it.”

“Mean girls? Who?”

One more peculiar thing about Jeongguk is that he somehow always has perfect timing in situations where it is not really needed nor wanted. First with hitting Junghwa’s nose with his basketball, then hugging her to protect her from the same ball, and now—

“Hi, Jeongguk. Nice hair.”

—being given a compliment by the girl he was just asking about seconds ago. Well, one of the mean girls. Junghwa remembers clearly that she was the one who almost slapped her the day she was being ambushed. She’s also the only one who has the nerve to still flirt with Jeongguk even after he said he’s dating Junghwa. She was even bold enough to give Jeongguk a wink after her (unwanted) compliment about his hair, making Junghwa’s blood boil as she shoots daggers into her retreating back. The audacity of some people.

“Did she just wink at me?” Jeongguk voices out with a scrunched up face. “I wonder when she will stop. I told her over and over again that I have a girlfriend and her actions make me uncomfortable.”

“Why is your hair like that anyway?” Junghwa snaps, seemingly out of nowhere. “Why can’t you just have your hair like a wet dog so you don’t look this good and give her something to compliment you about? Huh?”

The grin Jeongguk lets out at Junghwa’s question is bright, all teeth and scrunched nose. It’s really amusing to him that his girlfriend can’t give him a compliment without sounding upset about it, like a reverse back-handed compliment. It almost sounds like she’s whining, too, about Jeongguk looking so good that he just wants to squish her in his arms right now.

“Okay, first, thank you for saying I look good,” he says around the remnants of his grin, holding up a finger when Junghwa opens her mouth to protest. “Second, my hair is like this because the basketball team dumped a bucket of cold water on my head. You know, boys and their rowdy ways.”

Junghwa looks like she still has some things to say about Jeongguk’s weirdly-well-styled wet hair, but deflates once she realizes there’s no use voicing them aloud. No matter what she says, how hard she denies it, how upset she gets, still doesn’t take away the fact that Jeongguk looks good with his wet strands of hair. Damn him and his good-looking everything.

“It reminds me of that time you played basketball when it was raining outside,” she mumbles instead. “You looked like a wet dog then, and you wouldn’t listen to me when I told you to stop playing and go inside when the rain poured harder. You kept dribbling, running, shooting the ball.. and then what did we get the next day?”

Cringing, Jeongguk allows himself to travel back to that day, just a few weeks before their graduation day. It was only drizzling at the beginning, so he ignored the drops of water from the sky making wet patches on his t-shirt and kept running around dribbling his orange basketball. He caught Junghwa’s attention around twenty minutes into his one-man game, which made him try out cool tricks to impress her. (It didn’t work.)

Junghwa had warned him about the rain and how he could get sick if he continued playing, but Jeongguk being Jeongguk just waved her off while running his hand through his soaked hair, hoping to entice his girl once more. (It didn’t work either.) She only rolled her eyes, trying to look annoyed but they both knew she was actually looking out for him as she continued watching him play.

Jeongguk was practicing his three-pointers when the rain suddenly poured harder, drops of water falling faster than Junghwa could finish calling out for her boyfriend. The sound of water hitting every surface it met greatly drowned out her shouts to get him to go inside, and she almost cried out in frustration when Jeongguk almost slipped on the slippery surface of the small basketball court. It seemed like nothing would stop him from playing basketball in that gloomy weather.

Junghwa ended up going out of her house with an umbrella in hand, marching up to the boy still shooting hoops with anger in every step she took. She dragged him off the court, ignoring his plea to go back to fetch his basketball, rolling forlornly into a puddle of water. When they got inside Jeongguk’s house, Junghyun, his older brother, had taken one glance at them and shook his head at the pair’s antics. Understandable, because it’s always like this with them. Annoying Jeongguk and Annoyed Junghwa.

She found out that all her effort to get him inside was kind of fruitless when she went to his house the next day and was met with a bedridden Jeongguk, droopy eyes and red nose. A touch on his skin felt like touching the embers of a dying fire, making Junghwa grumble even as she changed the wet cloth on Jeongguk’s forehead. His pouts and whines couldn’t get her to soften up and he yelped in pain when Junghwa pressed the cloth too hard on his forehead.

But, eh, as annoyed as she was with him, she never left his side that day.

Present-day-Jeongguk is currently nudging Junghwa’s arm with his in an attempt to get on her good side. “You’re still mad about that? I already said I was sorry..”

When Junghwa doesn’t say anything, he continues. “Besides, don’t you remember how fun it was to play in the rain? We used to do that as kids and you would have the biggest grin on your face, with your hair matted to your forehead and your clothes drenched down to the last thread. We used to run around together and you would step on puddles just so the water would splash on me—”

“Hey! It was you, not me!” A smack lands on Jeongguk’s bicep as the boy guffaws, deliberate in altering their childhood memories. It does the trick though, as Junghwa cracks a smile watching the same memory inside her head. “My favorite part was when your mom would hand us a steaming mug of hot chocolate as we sat side by side on your couch. I would always ask for extra marshmallows and you would always whine when she wouldn’t give you the same amount of it in your mug.”

A fond smile creeps its way into Jeongguk’s lips, remembering how Junghwa’s mug would always be overflowing with the white fluffy sweets, whereas his would be scarce of it. He used to complain about that to his mom, saying how it felt like Junghwa was her child instead of Jeongguk. His mom would always laugh and say that it would be lovely to have a daughter like Junghwa.

“Yeah, you were always my mom’s favorite,” Jeongguk reminisces. “You were over all the time that when you weren’t, all she did was ask ‘Where is Junghwa? Is she not coming today?’. At first I thought it was annoying, until you stopped coming over and made me wonder about the same thing.”

Junghwa shoves the boy on his shoulder, scoffing because the way he said it makes her look like the bad guy. “Hey, you were the one who got into the basketball team and got busy with it! I wasn’t gonna barge into your house and fight Junghyun for the Game Boy, it wasn’t as fun with him because he would always give the console to me the second I asked. Couldn’t even be called a fight.” Junghwa pauses for a bit before remembering something. “Oh, and my parents bought me a PS2 because they noticed I was at your house too much just to use your game consoles. I basically spent my middle school years hooked on that thing.”

Jeongguk scrunches up his face at the mention of Junghwa’s PS2, a console he was slightly familiar with. “Must be boring as heck, always playing against the system and never having the satisfaction of trashing your opponent—me—when you win.”

“Well I play adventure games so I didn’t need an opponent—”

“Oh wait, is that why you brought the PS2 along when we had our summer trip that one time? When there was the beach, the sand, the ocean, but all you wanted to do was hold the controller in your hand and play?”

Junghwa frowns at the memory, recalling the way her parents had forced her to come to the summer trip with the Jeons. She had planned to stay home all summer (because she hated the scorching hot sun) and finish the adventure game she was playing at that time, but her parents were not having it. It was after a lot of negotiations (and tears from her end) that Junghwa managed to pack her PS2 and bring it along to the beach house they had rented for the trip.

While Jeongguk and Junghyun were out enjoying the sun at the beach, Junghwa would always stay back in the house with her hand on a controller. She got scolded by her parents because of that, but Jeongguk’s mom (who has always had a soft spot for Junghwa) would say it was okay and even told her boys to play together with Junghwa like they would back home. They always played after dinner and the exhaustion from his activities in the day would always result in Jeongguk falling asleep on the couch.

So, they did play together on the trip, but it wasn’t the sole reason Junghwa brought her PS2 like Jeongguk thinks it is. She just didn’t like being out in the sun that much.

“Ha-ha, very funny. I remember you also had a controller in your hand at the end of the day, when you were asleep on the couch with drool on the side of your mouth.” Junghwa cackles, the image of thirteen year-old Jeongguk still vivid in her mind. “I wonder if Junghyun still has those pictures of you, they were golden and are not to be forgotten.”

“I think you need a friendly reminder that those pictures have both of us in frame, and I recall you didn’t look very attractive either slumped next to me with one identical controller in your hands.” The boy slouches against the bench, demonstrating how Junghwa looked in the pictures they’re talking about. He closes his eyes and lets out a very unattractive snore from the back of his throat, hands positioned as if he’s holding a PS controller. “This is what you look like in those pictures.”

“Like you said,” Junghwa shrugs, “thirteen year-olds aren’t supposed to be attractive.”

“I think I said eleven,” Jeongguk corrects with his brows furrowed, trying to remember the number. “But eh, memories from those years are blurred together in my head anyway, so it doesn’t make much of a difference.”

“I remember one thing from when we were eleven,” Junghwa says. “We used to bike around the neighborhood and you would always crash your bike against mine. You would do it over and over again while laughing like a maniac, making my hands hurt from trying to hold the handlebar steady. Weirdly, it was your bike that got jammed from all those crashings, not mine. I remember your dad shaking his head disapprovingly when he knew, but he still got you a new bicycle for your twelfth birthday.”

Both smile at the memory, the image of eleven year-old Jeongguk grinning sheepishly as he showed his dad his broken bicycle still clear in their minds. In the time when he was bicycle-less, Jeongguk would sometimes use Junghyun’s bicycle to still ride around the neighborhood with Junghwa. Other times, when she was feeling nice, Junghwa would let Jeongguk get a hold of the handlebar while she sat in the back. He would drive haphazardly and it would always make Junghwa yelp in fear, but every time she asked to switch he always refused.

(Jeongguk would never admit this out loud but he never let Junghwa take the handlebar because he simply liked the feeling of having her arms around his waist. And whenever he swerved left and right, her hold on him always tightened.)

“Yeah, the one I showed off to you as soon as my dad brought it home. You frowned so hard back then I almost thought you were jealous that I got a new bike and you didn’t.” Jeongguk shakes his head with a grin adorning his face. “Oh, speaking of birthday gifts, I remember what you got for your thirteenth birthday,” he continues, a glint of mirth in his eyes that makes Junghwa a bit scared of what’s going to come out of his mouth next.

She asks anyway: “And what would that be?”

“A cone of ice cream on the carpeted floor of the movies.”

As Jeongguk laughs, Junghwa makes his shoulder her personal punching bag for the day. Her punches and smacks don’t seem to affect him, though, as he continues speaking around the remnants of his laugh about the memory involving a fallen cone of ice cream.

“Your parents took you to the movies to watch Iron Man 2 and decided to bring me along, because they knew I also loved the superhero. And because you were a thirteen year-old with a five year-old soul inside her body, you asked for ice cream the minute we got there. I even remember the flavor of ice cream you got, it was cookies and cream, right? You always liked that flavor when you were little.”

“Alright, we all know you have a good memory of that day but I think that’s enough—”

“No, what are you talking about!” Jeongguk says. “This is a classic that must be told until the end. Too good to skip just like that.”

Junghwa rolls her eyes at his enthusiasm to tell the story of a memory she’s not too proud of. It’s silly, everyone must have experienced it at least once in their lives, but it doesn’t make her feel any less bad whenever she gets reminded of it. Unfortunately, the person sitting next to her just happens to be someone with a hobby of just that: reminding her of the stupid things she’d done in the past.

“Okay, where was I?” Junghwa really hates how much fun Jeongguk is having. “Oh, right, cookies and cream. So you got two scoops of said flavor, a glimmer in your eyes, a grin on your lips. I remember you sneered when I asked for a scoop of the same flavor as you, saying I was only doing that to copy you. I tried to prove you wrong by asking my ice cream to be put in a cup instead of a cone like yours. A wise move, might I add, because five seconds after we walked away from the booth you got too excited to watch where you were going and ended up tripping over your own two feet. The face you made when you realized you had just dropped your cone of ice cream was hilarious, I swear, I almost laughed out loud had you not burst out crying right at that second.”

“You did laugh out loud.” A finger is jabbed into Jeongguk’s chest. “You tried to muffle it by eating your ice cream but I knew you wouldn’t miss any opportunity to laugh at me.”

“You have to admit it was hilarious, though, from the way you tripped on literally nothing to the comedic timing of your cry. I also didn’t understand why you would cry over something so trivial like that. Your parents even offered to buy you another cone, but you refused.”

“I didn’t want them to waste more money because I had two left feet.”

“Junghwa, you were thirteen,” Jeongguk says in an exasperated tone, “no one would give you a hard time just because you accidentally dropped your cone of ice cream and asked for another. It’s ice cream, not a car.”

“Yeah, well, if you think like that then why did you share half of your ice cream with me?” Junghwa’s question shuts him up. “Was that why you got the same flavor? Because you knew that somehow I was gonna trip on air and drop my cone of ice cream? Or was there any other hidden motives?”

“Well, it’s not hidden anymore since you know I had had a crush on you since we were eleven.” Jeongguk shrugs like it’s not a big deal. “At first I just wanted to get the same flavor so you’d think I liked the same thing as you, without any intention of sharing it with you. But then you cried when you dropped your cone, and I hated seeing you so sad. At that moment I was thankful that I was a lovesick idiot who only wanted to get your attention—even only by getting the same ice cream flavor—because then I could share my ice cream with you. I felt like I was the one who got rid of your sadness, and it felt nice to know that I was able to make you smile again.”

It feels like a confession all over again, told in a nonchalant manner as if the things he just said are mere facts from when they were kids and not a big revelation of just how serious Jeongguk’s crush on Junghwa was. Junghwa had always thought that Jeongguk was just this annoying kid she was unfortunate enough to have as a neighbor who did things for the sole purpose of annoying her. Never had she thought that behind the annoying label she had always painted him with, there existed a boy who only wanted to make her smile.

“You’re smiling,” Jeongguk points out, a broad smile taking over his own features, “and blushing! I didn’t think my ice cream backstory would be so touching for someone like Park Junghwa. Thanks, babe.”

“Stop teasing me, you ass,” Junghwa hisses with cheeks still warm. “I always thought you shared your ice cream with me just because you felt bad that you still had yours and I didn’t. How was I supposed to know that thirteen year-old Jeongguk was so sweet and pure?”

“Oh, so eighteen year-old Jeongguk is not sweet and pure?”

“You can’t have an eight-pack on your stomach and expect to be called sweet and pure.”

Jeongguk lets out a shy laugh at that, crimson on the apple of his cheeks because Junghwa doesn’t really acknowledge the muscles he has on his body. The shirt-lifting incident a year ago was the only time she seemed affected by it, and Jeongguk would be lying if he said he didn’t feel disappointed every time he flexed and Junghwa never seemed to notice. Well, until now, that is.

(It makes him giddy inside to know that Junghwa even notices it’s an eight-pack instead of the usual six-pack. She pays attention to his body him!)

“Thanks for indirectly saying I’m hot, I know I am.” Jeongguk gives his girlfriend a wink while running his fingers through his (still) wet hair, making Junghwa shake her head at his display of (over)confidence. “But I’ll have you know I’m still as sweet and pure as thirteen year-old Jeongguk.”

“Yeah? How?”

“I still have that Iron Man cup we got after watching the movie.”

Junghwa makes a sound of surprise, eyes round in disbelief. The Iron Man cup in question is really just a regular tumbler with a small Iron Man figurine on the lid that you can detach from it. Junghwa remembers how Jeongguk held it in his hands the whole journey back home because he was afraid that his figurine would end up in pieces if it’s not put in the safety of his hands.

“You’re kidding. It’s been almost six years!” She exclaims.

“No, I’m serious,” Jeongguk grins. “It serves as a reminder of the day I saw the hero of my life and the day I shared ice creams with Park Junghwa.”

“You’re so cheesy it’s starting to get gross, Jeon.”

“You love me though.”

Junghwa can’t even deny it as she looks away from Jeongguk’s grinning face, choosing to stare at the sky instead. It’s still gloomy and pouring, without any sign of stopping soon. She wonders how long they will have to wait outside in this weather before being able to feel the warmth of the restaurant they’re going to after this. Soon, she hopes, because it’s really starting to get cold.

Jeongguk notices how Junghwa is slightly shivering from the cold gust of wind, pulling her into him for a side hug.

“Sorry I don’t have a jacket to give to you,” he says apologetically, hand rubbing up and down Junghwa’s arm in hopes of giving her a little warmth. She leans her head on his shoulder and snakes her arms around his waist, a complete 180 of minutes prior when she said Jeongguk was cheesy.

“It’s fine, you’re warm enough,” Junghwa mumbles into his collarbone. “Your shirt’s kinda damp though. You’ll have to change into a dry one or you’ll get sick.”

“Your dress is damp too,” Jeongguk chuckles. “It’s okay, we can be sick together and eat my mom’s chicken soup while cuddling on my bed. Sounds really nice.”

Junghwa doesn’t respond because turns out being in Jeongguk’s arms like this feels really warm and comfortable, she feels herself wanting to close her eyes and go to sleep. Maybe it’s the exhaustion from the whole graduation ceremony, maybe it’s the running away from the rain, or maybe it’s the talking with Jeongguk earlier. Whatever it is, Junghwa only knows it causes her fatigue right now.

“Hey, that’s my dad,” Jeongguk mumbles when his eyes catch his father’s figure from far away. He waves a hand towards him, and the older Jeon hastily makes his way to the pair still sitting on the concrete bench. “Babe, wake up, dad is here.”

When they’re all safely seated inside Jeongguk’s dad’s car, Jeongguk turns towards Junghwa who’s sitting in the back seat. With a grin brighter than the sun, he asks a question Junghwa wouldn’t expect after the day they just had in the cold rain.

“Want to get some ice cream before we go to the restaurant?”

When Junghwa only responds with a confused expression, Jeongguk continues: “For old time’s sake?”

“Seriously?”

Despite the slightly harsh tone, Junghwa is smiling. Jeongguk knows she’s already giving in from the way her eyes lit up when he referred to their childhood memory, no matter how good the act of pondering she’s putting up right now. He stares at her with hope in his eyes before Junghwa gives up and relents.

“Alright, but I’m getting mint chocolate now instead of cookies and cream.”

“Fine by me, just don’t drop it on the floor again.”

The laugh they share afterwards is warm and comfortable, and Junghwa thinks Jeongguk looks beautiful with his wide grin and scrunched nose. Worthy of getting his picture taken and stored as the first memory in their kaleidoscope of memories, one Junghwa would carry everywhere in case she encounters a cold, rainy day. She hopes she gets to see that smile for a long time, so she can keep adding to the kaleidoscope in her mind.

And as her own grin dims into a smile, she hopes he feels the same way.

— a/n: aaand that's it for jeongguk and junghwa! if you think they're adorable come tell them so here. thank you for reading ^_^