SAFETY NET SIM JAEYUN

SAFETY NET ⸺ SIM JAEYUN

genres! fluff, established relationship

word count! 371

playlist! safety net by Ariana Grande

Jake Sim was truly something, the man felt like a dream. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what had you falling so hard and so fast, though there were a myriad of reasons to fall in love with him.

He was the epitome of beauty and kindness, you were almost certain the heavens were created in his honor, he was everything good and pure in this world, an earth angel many would say.

His cherubic eyes sparkled with every smile and every laugh, the fluff of his chocolate brown hair, voice that dripped like honey from his beauteous lips only speaking the kindest of words, his lean body like an ancient sculpture of a Greek god, the protruding veins in his forearms that traveled through his backhands towards his lengthy slim fingers, but his charm went beyond the physical.

Jake was beautiful in the mind, his gray matter being one of his most admirable qualities, always remaining humble despite his immense success as an artist, his tenderhearted nature and virtuous spirit, his air of benignity and sense of social consciousness, his good-willed attitude, and his ability to be pristine in who he was as a person; perennial in staying true to himself.

He was your guardian angel, he had a way of providing you with exactly the kind of safety and security you needed, assuring you of your significance in his life without you ever needing to ask, his strong arms would wrap around you conciliating any trace of discontent.

Truth be told when you first met Jake you initially hadn’t been looking for love, content with your current path in life but one flash of his winsome smile now had you off track and you don’t know if you should fight or flight although after some time you found you didn’t mind, not when it was him at least.

You were falling hard and you were falling fast for Jake Sim with nothing to soften the descent, your love for him inexhaustible and it scared you, how out of control you were spiraling because of this man but unbeknownst to you Jake’s arms would always be your safety net, ready to catch you no matter when, where or how.

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i love listening to songs in another language . like hell ya brother i don’t know what the fuck ur saying but this shit is Slapping

SPOTTED: ENHYPEN SUNGHOON at Lotte World beefing with high school student (sources say the student is named Solon and is literally just lines).

MELTING ⸺ LEE HEESEUNG

genres! fluff, established relationship, song fic

word count! 280

warnings! slightly suggestive

playlist! melting by Kali Uchis

Lee Heeseung was heaven’s incarnate, you were sure of it. His divine aura had bewitched you from the very moment you laid eyes on him, his potency enshrouding all your senses every time he was near.

He melted you like ice cream basking in the warmth of the sun, like your favorite flavor of the soft frozen treat you craved the taste of his soft lips, like taking a bite from the crisp cone you desired the harsh pinch of his pearly whites on the skin of the space between your neck and shoulder, like layering your preferred toppings on the sweetened and flavored cream you lusted for the weight of his body on top of yours.

Heeseung was nothing short of a daydream, he was extraordinarily ethereal, you’d never met anyone who had been so blessed by the goddess well known for her love and beauty, he must’ve been Aphrodite’s favorite. His doe eyes the color of loamy soil, his plump lips a tinge of peony, his olive skin pure like he only ever bathed in the waters of a holy river, and wisps of feathery blond hair that framed his face like a renaissance painting exhibited in a museum, a place reserved for items of only the most incalculable value.

Your infatuation for this man was boundless, surely he had you under a love spell, the way his smile infallibly set your heart ablaze like a flame to a candle, blood rushing and insides turning inverted at his every saccharine utterance or touch, his laugh comparable to the melodies sung by the angels up above.

He was your deity, and you, his devout votary.

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Yeehaw baby

THE PREMONITION OF LOVE ⸺ RIKI NISHIMURA

genres! fluff, implied enemies to lovers, soul mate au, bad boy x good girl, high school au

word count! 2323

warnings! minor profanity, mention of underwear but nothing weird I promise

synopsis! in which you once again find yourself in detention with the school’s most notorious bad boy and things soon take a turn for the worst… or maybe not

link! pt. 1 (koi no yokan)

author’s note! I rewrote this a couple times and I’m pretty satisfied with this version so I hope the ppl who asked for pt. 2 aren’t disappointed 😭🙏🏽

“I can’t believe I’m in trouble again because of you,” you fumed, harshly sweeping the broom across the hardwood floor of the classroom, minuscules of dust particles flying into the dustpan as Niki held it in place for you.

The rangy boy rotates his eyes at your dramatics, “Don’t blame me for your violent tendencies, you lowlife criminal.”

You halt your actions upon hearing his choice of words; the same insult you used against him a few weeks ago in this very room, since then the boy had been relentlessly teasing you throughout the days, eventually sending you into a fit of rage, causing you to hurl a newly sharpened pencil his way, but of course, the agile troublemaker was able to swiftly dodge your attack, ultimately leading to the yellow-coated stick of graphite to strike another student.

You weren’t sure of Niki’s reason for being here but due to his reputation of being a devil-child, you weren’t surprised to see him serving after-school detention.

Your eye twitched in irritation at his smug expression, clearly proud of himself for always being able to get a reaction out of you, he seemed to find solace in getting under your skin.

You kiss your teeth in annoyance before going back to cleaning just as the principal had ordered, “Whatever. Let’s just get through this detention and never speak to each other again.”

Niki smirks at your proposition, finding it bodacious how you habitually attempted to boss him around despite his notorious reputation for being formidable, it’s what made you incontrovertibly interesting, why he was so drawn to you despite the fact you were two worlds apart.

He knows he shouldn’t, people like you and him don’t associate with each other, but he can’t help himself, it’s as though a cosmic force lives inside you and it’s pulling him in against his will—albeit he doesn’t particularly find himself resisting in the first place.

“No thanks, I’m good,” he simpered, looking pleased with himself.

His artificial smile leaves you breathing fire as you drop the broomstick with a huff, narrowed eyes glowing with malevolence, “And why not?”

“Hmm…” Niki furrows his eyebrows comically, eyes darting around the room while pursing his lips, pretending to ponder your question before responding, “Because I don’t want to.”

“Besides you should be glad I’m here to help, Miss President,” he continues, “this is a pretty big classroom. How is your little self supposed to take on this big mess all by yourself?”

“And what about these desks?” He walks over to one of the desks, gliding his slender fingers over the wooden surface before gripping the sides. “Won’t you need a big strong man to carry them for you?” He continues his condescending act with a sneer.

In one swift movement, the bottom of your shoe meets the edge of the desk in a vigorous kick, the piece of furniture slamming into his knees, causing the boy to hunch over in pain, hands rubbing them to soothe the twinge.

“Don’t patronize me, Nishimura,” you seethe.

He glares at you in return, regaining his composure. “Do you always have to be so stuck up?”

“Watch your mouth.”

“You first,” he shoots back.

The animosity in the room thickens with each passing second you and Niki shoot daggers into each other's eyes, neither of you willing to let up.

Until you hear a faint click of the door, a sudden sense of impending doom settles in your gut, and Niki seems to share the same intuition as your eyes widen, both of you frantically rushing towards the door.

You reach for the knob and it’s just as you dreaded; it’s jammed, the elderly janitor on the other side is oblivious to the muffled banging and shouting behind the door, happily whistling along to “Secret Garden” by IU as he continues to prance his way down the halls.

“Hey! We’re still in here!”

“Open the fucking door, you prick!”

As unlikely as it seemed—maybe not that unlikely, it was you who made the latter statement causing Niki to raise an eyebrow at you with a tilt of his head, “I thought I was supposed to be the bad one here.”

“Shut up, Nishimura,” you grumble, kicking his shin, but Niki won't take that from you a second time.

He takes advantage of his strength to grab your wrists, pinning them against the wall on either side of your head, and even in his angry outburst he reminds himself he's still a man, careful not to use his full vigor on you, after all his goal wasn't to scare you, but to assert his dominance.

“Are you done?” he interrogates, his usual mischievous and playful aura now replaced with sternness.

You attempt to break free from his restricting hands before giving in to the thought of having to answer to him but it was of no avail, his grasp like iron.

“Answer me,” he demands, jaw clenching at your silence.

You roll your eyes still not meeting his harsh gaze, “Yes, now can you let me go?”

Niki might have granted your wish had you asked politely, but it was clear he wasn't satisfied with your tone of voice, his hold on your wrists staying firm, and he decided to command something he knew you'd hate, “Say please.”

You scoff as you finally meet his eyes, opening your mouth to retort but the grim expression on his face makes you decide otherwise, You swallow your pride and it feels like acid down your throat, “Please.”

And just like that, he’s back to his usual abysmal self, a smug smirk plastered on his peachy-pink lips whilst he realises you, petting your head as a form of damage control which surprisingly seemed to work because you make no move to swat his hand away, although you still curse him under your breath.

Almost an hour passed with occasional bickering from you and Niki as you continued cleaning the classroom followed by small gaps of comfortable silence until you finally completed the task, allowing yourselves to rest.

You don’t comment on the fact he chooses to sit right behind you once again, assuming he’s only doing it to annoy you.

“I wonder what time it is, it looks like it’s getting kinda late.” You say, gazing out the window at the dusk sky, the sun beginning to set below the horizon painting the vast atmosphere in a calming blue fading into a deep golden decorated with white clouds.

“Just go to sleep, they’ll find us in the morning,” he remarks, before using his forearms as a cushion for putting his head down on the desk.

You nod in agreement, chin resting in the palm of your hand, eyelids heavy as you feel yourself drifting off into dreamland.

Wait.

Your eyes widen in realization, quickly whipping around to face the sleeping boy, roughly grabbing onto his arm and jolting him awake, “It’s Friday!”

The irritated scowl on his face dissipates at your initial action when he registers your words, his expression now mocking your own, “Oh shit.”

You cross your arms over your chest, tapping a foot impatiently, “Geez, Nishimura. What happened to your tough-guy act earlier? You can’t even open a goddam window.”

For the past ten minutes, the poor boy had been struggling to open the classroom window and your nagging certainly wasn’t helping his frustrated state, he ceased his movements with a heavy sigh, eyeing you from his peripheral vision, “Should we use your head instead? I bet it’s as hard as a rock, we could bust this thing open in no time,” he responds, tapping the knuckle of his middle finger against the cold glass.

You refrain from smacking the back of his head, “Just get out of my way, you imbecile.” You retort, shoving him backward with your shoulder as you step forward, upon further inspection of the framed translucent aperture you find an aluminum screw lock, with a roll of your eyes you twist it, removing the small object from the tracks and opening the window.

You turn back to the boy standing behind you, knee slightly bent as a hand rests on your hip, a proud smirk donning your lips, “Shouldn't you show me a little gratitude, Nishimura?”

Niki remained poker-faced, grumbling out a “Thanks” and stepped onto the window sill in a crouched position, jumping off in a fleet-footed method.

“Holy shit,” you lean your upper body out the window, palms resting on the sill, checking if the gremlin was still alive after his reckless act.

You breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of him staring up at the window, “What are you? An old lady? Hurry up.”

You zeroed in on the height with a thick gulp, a sensation of vertigo beginning to linger and it only grows more intense the longer you look down, “It's fine, don't wait for me.”

Niki sighed and gestured up at the pale moon contrasting the navy blue sky, “It's dark out. I can't let you walk home by yourself, it's not safe.”

If it wasn't for your loss of equilibrium, you might have been appreciative of his solicitude, howbeit in this predicament you can't seem to focus on anything else.

He stays silent for a moment, taking in your expression, and then it dawns on him, you have a fear of heights.

Instead of teasing you like you fully expected he would, he opts for a more sympathetic approach, “Just look at me, ok? Don't focus on what’s scaring you.”

You scoff, “I'm not scared, what the hell are you talking about? I'm just waiting for you to move out of my way.”

The boy sighs in vexation at your stubbornness, doing his best to maintain his benevolent tactic, “I’ll catch you, just jump and I'll handle the rest.”

You bite at your bottom lip, an obvious sign of your timorous feelings, and Niki implores you further, “Look, I know we aren't exactly the nicest to each other but that doesn't mean I'm out to hurt you.”

Your eyes surveyed him, having an internal battle with yourself about whether you should have faith in the brown-haired boy or not.

“It's ok, you can trust me,” he coaxed.

“Fine.” You huff, stepping on the window sill in a crouched position. “Just don't look under my skirt.”

Niki only responds with a shrug which slightly concerns you but you decide to ignore it for the time being, you take a deep breath, scanning the distance between you and the ground once more.

“Hey, what'd I say?” He reminds you gently, “only look at me.”

And you do, forcing your eyes away from the patterned concrete and only keeping your sights on him, you let yourself fall, your body feeling weightless in mid-air as you wait for his arms to catch you, and they do.

His arms circle tightly around your midriff, and your arms wrap around his neck in return, the tips of your shoes just barely hovering above the ground, his foot slightly lifting causing him to stumble backward a bit but thankfully he's able to balance himself, adrenaline coursing through both your veins as you let out chuckles of relief, gaping at each other.

Your breathing evens after a couple of seconds but Niki still hasn't let you out of his embrace, the novelty of the situation creating a stark contrast to your usual deep-seated aversion towards each other with the way your gazes soften subsequent to your eyes locking.

He'd never looked at you like this before and you aforementioned him, this tension was different, even from the tensity a few weeks ago when you landed right on top of him, you fixated on the windows to his soul, their deep brown seemed more balmy now, like a cool summer night when the weather wasn't too hot and not too cold, just pleasantly warm.

You suddenly thought of a phrase your grandmother would often say, mostly when talking about how she met your grandfather; koi no yokan.

“What’s that?” your eight-year-old self asked, eyes gleaming in curiosity.

Her lips curl in a tender smile, “It's the premonition of love. You'll feel it one day when you meet your soulmate, you won't love them right away but something in your heart will tell you that’s the person you're supposed to love for the rest of your life.”

You snap out of your reverie when Niki sets you down, patting your shoulder, “Next time I'll have to push you out.”

You roughly place your hand on his shoulder as a counter, “I’ll take you down with me, Nishimura.”

He chuckles and ruffles your hair, “Whatever, nerd. Let's go, I still gotta get you home safe.”

“And I gotta make sure you can read the street signs,” you quip as you begin walking alongside him.

Niki gives you a light shove on the shoulder which you return, and he shoves you again only this time the pad of his index finger meets your forehead causing you to nearly fall over but he's quick to clutch your upper arm, ceasing your fall, and you both laugh.

Even so, you can't help but psychologize your peculiar relationship with the boy, Riki Nishimura was the most beautiful, complicated thing. He was the genesis of your ire and ataraxy, he made you laugh when you didn’t want to, and he made you emotional even though you were well-known for your stoicism, you wanted to punch him and at the same time you wanted to understand him, you hated being around him but your heart skipped a beat whenever he got too close, he was your paradox.

Riki Nishimura was your koi no yokan and as he walked you home that night, you were both blissfully unaware of the Red thread of fate that interweaved your souls together for an eternity, tied around your pinkies in adamantine knots.

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