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jisung x reader , tooth rotting fluff

alcohol consumption, kissing, lots of blushing and giggles

in the beginning of your relationship with jisung, it was admittedly a bit difficult to show affection towards each other in the presence of others, especially your shared friends.

in fact, it was those friends who had to force the both of you to make any moves in the first place, which was no easy task in itself. you and jisung were both extremely shy individuals, and despite your huge crushes on one another, you had convinced yourselves that it was ultimately better to admire from afar in order to stay safe from the humiliation of rejection.

after the initial meeting orchestrated by haechan where you’d painfully awkwardly confessed your mutual feelings, you'd danced around each other for a few days, sending only shy smiles and waves to one other. a little while later, you’d finally mustered up enough courage with the help of jaemin to ask jisung out on a date. a heavy blush colored his cheeks, and he agreed through a very cute, nervous grin. a week passed and he’d asked you on a second, you the third, and eventually, you became a couple. the whole world (your friends) rejoiced.

a few weeks in jisung asked if he could hold your hand, and though both your palms were practically trembling and you couldn’t bring yourselves to look directly at each other due to your extremely red faces, your fingers fit together perfectly and your heart felt warm and fluttery. not too long after, you had to assure jisung that it was okay for him to sit on your bed the first time he’d visited your bedroom (and again, when you told him you didn't just mean the edge of the bed.) it took a while for you to act like a couple, or at least a “traditional” one; you just had to work at your own pace.

four months later and its mark’s birthday party; a huge gathering with tons of people and very loud music that made the area humid and the bass rumble up through your legs. you and jisung had arrived together, mingling with mutual friends mixed with a few new faces, and although it was a good time, jisung noticed how your fingers gripped his arm a little tighter than usual and how your breath shook when you pressed yourself up against him in the crowded space. quickly escorting you outside for some fresh air, he suggested a quiet night in instead, and though you apologized for stealing him away from his hyung’s celebration, the shake of his head and his kind smile told you there was no need.

so now you sit back at the dream dorm together alone, really alone, for the first time. though you know your friends truly do mean well, the lighthearted teasing and cutesy cheek squishing every time you and jisung did something “adorable” wasn’t exactly the best for breaking you out of your shells. with no prying eyes trying to witness every milestone of the budding relationship of the groups resident youngest, a sort of weight is lifted from your shoulders and the atmosphere feels refreshing.

“jisungieee,” you impatiently call out to your boyfriend in a sing-songy cadence, leaning your heavy head against the back of the sofa, rubbing at your eyes with a pair of clumsy hands. the bottle of sparkly pink wine (of which neither of you knew exactly who it belonged to, but made a mental note to buy a new one later) you both shared has undoubtedly started to take a toll on you, and by the sound of it, it’s done the same to jisung.

“yeeees?” he mimics your tone, albeit an octave lower, as he shuffles back in from the kitchen, carrying a box of crackers and two bottles of water under one arm and shoving a handful of said crackers in his mouth with the other. you shift around to watch him giggle cutely as he almost trips over his own feet, dropping everything clumsily onto the couch and climbing over the arm rest to plop down beside you. he snuggles down into the cushion, draping the shared blanket over his pajama clad legs.

jisung doesn't notice as you lay your head back again and blatantly admire him. maybe its the alcohol that’s made you confident enough to do so, but you can’t bring yourself to help it. your eyes trace the side profile of his face, admiring the way his lips pout a little as he chews his snack and how his tousled hair bunches up on his forehead when he lifts a hand to push his glasses up the bridge of his cute little nose. for what feels like the thousandth time you lose yourself in thoughts of just how beautiful he is, and question just how you landed yourself in the sweetest relationship with the sweetest boy. your friends are annoying for sure, but you guess you do have them to thank for the best thing thats ever happened to you.

jisung cracks open one of the bottles and tilts his head back to take a drink. just as he takes notice of your stillness and looks over at you, his cheeks puffed up water, you snap your head forward, a small knowing smile on your lips and a heat on your cheeks. you don't see it, but jisung’s face mirrors yours as he screws the cap back on.

“your turn, pretty boy,” falls quickly and quietly from your lips and you drop the controller on his leg, nodding towards the tv screen in front of you thats lit up with bright colors and blaring the upbeat music of the low budget party game you both decided to play. it takes jisung a second to take in what you said but when he does it seems like he’s momentarily forgotten how to breathe. he sputters just a bit from the sharp intake of air that betrayed him, instinctively burying his face in the collar of his hoodie to cough up the bit of water that went into his lungs, and he looks at you.

“hmmf?” he mumbles out a muffled noise of confusion.

“what?” you ask, tilting your head. you hear him swallow nervously as he stares at you like a deer caught in headlights. the words had fallen past your lips before you could stop them, and you had almost forgotten you'd even said them as you hadn’t even really expected his ears to catch it. you nearly backtrack, worried that you made him uncomfortable, but you see his cheeks flush pink above where his collar sits just below his nose, and his eyes are so soft as they scan your face. the liquid courage you drank pulses through you again. you meant it, so why take it back?

you give him a small lopsided grin. you reach up to gently grab his hands and pull them down to bring his whole face back into view.

“pretty,” you say sweetly. “you’re my pretty boy.”

jisung’s mind stutters for a moment. his eyes are slightly cloudy, big and brown and as sweet as a doe, and you see the telltale hint of a smile.

you mindlessly twist the strings of his hoodie around your fingers, so lost in the moment you almost forget where you are. jisung’s head feels heavy and he doesn’t realize that he's leaning forward until he catches himself with two hands on either side of your lap, making both of you flinch a bit in surprise. you breathe out a shy laugh in tandem, a small ‘sorry’ falling from his lips. as you feel his hands grip softly around the blanket at your sides, yours find themselves pressed to his chest below his collarbone, and you take notice of the way you can feel how fast his heart is beating even above his chest.

you’re so close to each other, and you're not exactly strangers to the proximity, but there’s an energy buzzing around you like it never quite has before.

“can i kiss you?” jisung asks just barely above a whisper, as if he hadn't almost just done so accidentally.

you nod your head. he leans in further, slowly, the ghost of his lips brushing ever so gently against yours. the rapid beating of your own pulse in your ears nearly deafens you, and right now you're so unabashedly unaware of everything that isn't jisung. a small peck here and there is the most you've shared up to this point, but in this moment your mouths are slightly open, eyes locked on each other, rose wine tinted breath heavy and hazy in anticipation for the moment that you meet in the middle.

you both jump at the sudden clatter of the controller from your game long forgotten falling to the floor, the movement of the joystick lighting the muted screen again and making the music louder. you let out a squeak, your hands flying up to grab jisung by his shoulders while his immediately find your waist. your noses knock together and you let out a surprised noise at the same time. a beat of silence passes, and after realizing what happened, a spell of nervous drunken laughter simmers between you.

jisung takes in upon himself to rest his forehead against yours, and your arms find their way further around his frame to rest at the back of his neck and pull him closer into you. you sway softly side to side with the weight of each other, intoxicated giggles still bubbling in your chests and you feel a little more relaxed holding onto one another.

feeling the heat of the moment overwhelming you, you can’t help but to grip the base of jisung’s neck and tug him forward and capture his lips in a kiss. his breath falters for a fleeting second, fingers gripping your hips just a little tighter. you chuckle on his mouth, pulling back just enough to disconnect and you can feel his heart sprinting in his chest the same as yours.

jisung swallows the tension in his throat. he rests his forehead on yours again, his breath shaking with nerves. when one of your hands glides up into his hair, carding through the strands with a featherlike touch, he sighs dreamily, just a small puff of soft hair that hits your wet lips. he relaxes enough to let himself reach up to cup your jaw, tilting your face to kiss you at a deeper angle. its your turn to be caught off guard; your lips fit together in a way that immediately makes your head spin with full bliss, completely entranced in the feeling of him pressed against you and your lips moving in sync.

“yaahh!! cute!!”

at the sound of chenle’s voice breaking through the atmosphere your heart makes a monstrous leap that has you pulling back from your boyfriend and diving in to hide your face in his chest. equally embarrassed, jisung grabs the blanket and flings it up to cover the both of you. you can hear the bustle of your inebriated friends arriving back home from the party and chenle gushing about what he’d just witnessed, a chorus of equally excited hoots following behind him.

there's just enough dim light leaking through the threads of the blanket to see jisung’s face, still only inches from yours. he's flustered, you can tell, but his smile is so loving you could almost forget the embarrassment flooding through your body. he presses another bold kiss to your lips.

“we’ll never live this down,” jisung groans quietly.

“how do we get out of here?” you ask honestly, knowing that your friends will all have their cameras ready to capture your guilty faces.

an idea seems to pop into jisung's head just then.

“how well do you think we can make it to my room without being able to see?”

he gives no explanation as he’s pulling you onto your clumsy feet and tugging you into his side with a protective arm around your shoulders, but you catch on quickly as he urges you to start walking with the blanket still cloaked over the both of your heads. you stumble so awkwardly across the living room in a trek to jisung’s bedroom that its impossible to even attempt a straight line, boisterous laughter emitting from the both of you as you nearly crumple under each other’s weight more than a few times. you practically knock into every square inch of wall down the hallway and upon finally reaching his door you all but tumble inside.

jisung slams the door closed and locks it behind him, letting your shield of a blanket fall to rest on his shoulders. he leans against it and lets out a heavy sigh, comically wiping sweat from his forehead with a “whew!” you look at each other, giggling at the way your hair is mussed up and your faces are flushed in the light from the street lamp peeking in from the curtains. you let yourself fall against him, wrapping your arms snugly around his waist. he grins, leaning down to press a series of ticklish kisses against the side of your neck, making your face scrunch up in laughter.

“i think they're finally asleep,” jeno whispers to the group a short while later, pressing his ear against the door and listening for any sounds.

it takes half of the boys to figure out how to open the door, but when they do, what meets their eyes makes all six of them melt and they have to physically stop themselves from making a scene.

you and jisung fell into a deep sleep, your chests rising and falling with steady parallel breaths. you’re wearing his shirt and a pair of his flannel pants, snuggled up into his side, head nestled in the crook of his neck and a leg draped across his waist. jisung's arms wrap around your torso, his head resting on top of yours, his cheek squished up against your hair.

“ohhh, they’re gonna hate us,” renjun chuckles evilly, creeping forward to snap several pictures at multiple angles.

the group chat in the morning is surely a mess.

nct dream reaction :: sleeping on the couch after a fight

𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗? 〚𝗬𝗘𝗦✗〛/ 〚NO〛 ⟶ dream reaction to you sleeping on the couch after a fight

𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞

Mark hides his frown in the crease of his arm as he watches you silently changing into your pyjamas, refusing to make eye contact with him as you sniffle to yourself quietly. You and Mark weren't prone to arguments, having small little disagreements here and there, but Mark is sure that this specific fight has been one of the worst and to see you pick up your pillow and a spare blanket has his heart twisting in his chest uncomfortably.

The silence is deafening and Mark's positive he's seconds away from shedding tears, chewing down on his bottom lip to try and not let his emotions come through, causing his throat to tighten

He wants to reach out to you, to pull you back into his embrace and tell you how sorry he is for fighting with you, fighting over something so silly and fixable yet was blown so much out a proportion that it leaves the both of angry, confused, upset.

"Don't" He finally finds his voice, wincing at the crack as he sits up in bed, staring sullenly at you as you stand in the doorway facing away from him, ready to leave and sleep in the living room. "I'm sorry, baby, but just—please... please don't go"

𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡

The air was cold, the think blanket hardly doing anything to warm up your freezing body, the pillow behind your head uncomfortable and at an awkward angle that causes discomfort in your few minutes of sleep. You scolded at yourself for being so silly and storming out into the living room to sleep on the sofa after the fight you had with Renjun.

Honestly, the argument wasn't as bad as you're making it out to be, and there was no need for you to show off and venture out of the bedroom to sleep alone. You were just stubborn, and Renjun knows that all to well, so you weren't surprised when you sat up and saw Renjun lingering near, one brow raise with his arms crossed.

"You win, okay?" You give in with a pout. "And I'm sorry"

"Nobody won anything" Renjun tells you as he walks around the sofa to stand in front of you. "And I'm sorry too. For shouting and making the situation worse"

"We're both pretty silly" You admit sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck as you raise to your feet. But your lips slowly curl into a teasing smirk, "Although... you did t—"

"Nope" Renjun cuts you off, bending his knees to throw you over his shoulder with a huff, palm slapping your backside teasingly before he carries you back to the bedroom, smiling at your giggles.

𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢

"I'm so fucking tired. I'm done with this" Jeno's words repeat in your head even after half an hour of the argument you just had, the image of him collecting his pillow and a spare blanket to go sleep in the living room instead of sleeping beside you scorches your mind. You and Jeno have been arguing on and off over the past few weeks, letting things set you both off. Tonight, it was about Jeno coming home later than planned when he had told you that he would spend the afternoon catching up with you and you questioned him the second he walked into the bedroom, causing another argument to build between you both until Jeno gave up and left to go sleep in the living room for the night.

You hated sleeping alone and even after your arguments, Jeno would always climb into bed with you and sleep, which is why you decided to venture out into the living room to find him. A pang hits your chest as you see Jeno sleeping on the sofa, one hand behind his head and other resting on his chest which raises and falls calmly. You feel terrible seeing him so uncomfortable and you softly call out his name, watching as his eyes slowly peel open and sit up when hearing your voice.

"Do you think we argue too much?" You ask the question that's resting on the tip of your tongue, heart pounding in your chest as you see Jeno's shoulders sag and head drop low, giving you a quick and simple nod. "Maybe... Maybe we should—"

"I know" Jeno mumbles sadly, his hand reaching out to grasp your own as you near him, lacing your fingers together. "Just for tonight lets forget. Let's be together... one last time"

𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡

You're huffing as you plump the cushion behind you head, trying to your best to get comfy on the uncomfortable couch that you're deciding to spend the night on, not wanting to be anywhere near Haechan or his petty attitude.

Truthfully, you're no angel in this situation either. Both of you were petty and refuse to give each other the last word when you were fighting about something that you can't even remember, proving that it wasn't as serious as you both made it out to be. But with your petty nature, you decided to sleep out in the living room to avoid him at all costs, not wanting to be the one that caves in first.

"This is so stupid" You grumble to yourself, throwing your arm over your face as you sigh, trying to get some shut eye but your head perks up when you hear the floorboards creak, spotting Haechan padding over to you with a blanket in hand. You scoff, "How chivalrous of you"

"Be quiet" Haechan grumbles back at you and you expect him to throw the blanket at you before leaving back to the warmth of your shared bedroom, but your brows raise in shock as he crawls over your body, shoving himself between the little to almost no space beside you. His arms slip around your middle, nuzzling his face in the crevice of your neck and he exhales deeply, "Much better. Goodnight"

𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡

"Hey—wha—where are you going?" Jaemin questions you as your hand curls around the bedroom door handle, ready to leave him in the bedroom alone, not wanting to spend another second in here if all you're going to do all night is have silly little arguments.

"I'm going to sleep in the living room" You say as you tug the door open, getting prepared to bolt until you hear the sheets shuffling behind you. You crane your neck over your shoulder, watching as Jaemin jumps out of bed and gathers all the pillows and blankets, cursing beneath his breath as a pillow drops to the floor. You frown, "What are you doing?"

"Going to the living room" He replies as its the most obvious thing, giving you a weird look as he picks up the pillow and throws it on top of the stack. "Let's go—"

"Wait, Jae—"

"You think I'm going to let you sleep alone out there after our fight? I thought you'd know me well enough now, baby" Jaemin scoffs, slipping past you and planting a small peck to your nose before kissing your lips softly. "It's you and me always, yeah? Lets go. We can go push the couches together and build a fort or something"

𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘

"You're joking about sleeping out there in the living room, right?" Chenle asks you, brows pulled together in annoyance as he leans against the bathroom doorway, arms tightly crossed over his chest as he watches you apply your nightly skincare, "Y/N—"

"No. I wasn't" You answer, tone sharp. "Go to bed, Chenle, we'll talk in the morning"

"No, we'll talk right now" He argues back and you sigh softly, not wanting another petty argument to rise. You're tired and in desperate need of some sleep, not to continue arguing with your boyfriend all night. "Shutting each other out isn't going to fix this. We're grown adults, we talk it out. So tell me... what's wrong? What's making you so frustrated today?"

"Work" You admit, feeling a weight being lifted off of your shoulders as you begin to open up, "Work is stressing me out and it's tiring, so I just want to come home and sleep, but you were being noisy and it just triggered me, I guess... I'm sorry"

"It's okay" Chenle hums, taking a step inside the bathroom to pull you into his embrace, stroking the back of your head as he gently kisses the top of your head. "I'm sorry works got you so frustrated, and I'm sorry about the loud noises... I'll keep it down. Just, come back to bed... okay?"

𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚

"I don't like this" Jisung's voice interrupts your sleeping, causing you to groggily lift your head up from the arm of the sofa just in time to see him trudging into the living room with a pout, hands on his hips. You're confused for a split second until you realise what he's talking about: you sleeping alone on the sofa and him in the bedroom after your minor disagreement. You sigh as you sit up, arms crossing over your chest as you look up at him expectantly.

"Well?"

"I'm sorry for saying what I said. I regret it, I'm stupid, I'm so in love with you. Now come to bed" Jisung orders as he points to the hallway leading to the bedroom and you raise your brow, causing him to exhale deeply, "Please"

"Okay" You hum, pushing yourself up from the sofa to stand on your two feet, grabbing your pillow to take back into the bedroom. You begin to walk towards him, stopping just beside his figure to cup his cheek, "You're not stupid. Just be a little mindful of what you say... I know you didn't mean it but words can hurt. But I'm so in love with you too, by the way"

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