Stars Above | Han Jisung

stars above | han jisung

genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, sentimental as fuck, slight angst because both of them are dumb in love your honor

warning(s): some swearing

word count: 1.3K

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“I’m telling you Jisung. I can’t fucking sleep for shit.”

The young man you call your best friend giggles through the phone. “Hey hey hey. You were the one who wanted brown sugar milk tea boba with 100% sweetness.”

“Yet you were the one enabling me.”

“Aweee. It can’t be that bad. We can like go stargazing and contemplate our mortal existence.” You swear this man will be the death of you with all his teasing.

You respond, “Don’t you ever get tired of stargazing Sung?” You know of his little habit of staying up late on some nights to watch the twinkling constellations and the enigmatic moon. He has a telescope in his room that he would take when he would escape into the wonders of the night to admire the beauty of the dark, moon-lit, star-lit sky.

He smiles to himself. “Never.” Because the stars remind me of you. He held those words back, knowing they would scare you away and friendship over.

Unbeknownst to you, he secretly held feelings for you. He never gets tired of stargazing because all of the stars above remind him all of you. People say how the moon is in love with the sun although Jisung thinks the contrary. You were the stars. His stars. He was the moon. You were the stars surrounding the moon. The moon feels not just the Earth’s proximity but all of the stars in the galaxy whether they are close or millions of light years away. Your presence can always be felt wherever he goes which is why everything reminds him of you. From breezy summer winds to late night hot chocolates to dumb Valentine meme cards to unwise money spending on boba, it all goes back to you.

Though he has all these feelings inside of him, he would rather not spill a speck of what he feels about you.

“Jisung? You there? Are we still stargazing?” He snaps back to reality.

He clears his throat, trying to get his thoughts together. “Uhh yeah. I’ll pick you up in five.”

True to his word, he arrived punctually. You bundled yourself in one of your many blankets as you waddled to his car. He thought you looked cute doing so. Once you opened the door, you saw him dressed in his favorite black hoodie and quokka beanie. Heh, cute you thought. His hair has gotten longer and some of it was perfectly framing his pretty face.

“You good?” His voice brings you back from the very spell he has entranced you in.

“Huh? Yeah I’m good.” You try your best to mask the nervousness in your voice.

“You know. With the look you were giving to me, I would have thought you were in love with me,” he jokes.

This man is so aggravating. Your eyes roll and you playfully punch him on the shoulder, making him hiss in pain. “OW!!! You do know violence is not the answer.”

“Oh hush you. Now let’s go. Wouldn’t want Cassiopeia waiting.”

“Just an FYI, Orion is my favorite constellation,” he huffs and sticks out his tongue. Of course you knew Orion was his favorite. You just wanted to annoy him like he annoys you.

The ride to his favorite open field was quiet aside from the songs playing from his night drive playlist. God it was hard keeping your eyes away from him as he drives. Of course this was not the first time he drove you. It’s just that… he’s just… AUGH. Fuck. You can’t even say shit to him.

Unbeknownst to him, you secretly held feelings for him too. No matter how much you annoy him or “complain” about him dragging you to stargazing, you know damn well just how much you deeply love him inside and out. Every single time he would take you stargazing, your feelings would exponentially go deeper than it was before. You didn’t know how that was even possible. He shows a side to you where you get to intimately know him fully. Every single day is a gift being with someone like him. Which is why you would rather be selfish with your feelings than losing him forever when the cat is out of the bag. At least that was what you thought.

The open field with freshly cut grass fills your senses with the Earthy scent of grass and the cold, gentle breeze of the night. Jisung takes his telescope from the trunk and follows you to the middle of the field.

“Looks like it’s a great night tonight. No clouds can be seen so far,” he says as he sets up the telescope.

“It does feel like a great night,” you blurted while admiring the crescent moon.

Both of you silently observe the starry sky with the lone moon. No words can describe what you both feel at this very moment. It’s such an indescribable feeling. You both share the feeling of awe when appreciating the jewels of the galaxy. That shared sentiment alone makes the moment so intimate even without uttering a single word. Even without hands touching each other.

After minutes of silence between you two, you both observe something moving in the sky. More and more of them started to move too.

“Oh my god shooting stars! Make a wish Ji! Make a wish!” you squeal in delight.

And so both of you closed your eyes and wished under the shooting stars. Jisung opens one of his eyes to steal a little glance of you before continuing his wish.

Unsurprisingly, both of you wished for the same thing; the courage to confess to each other without ruining your friendship.

Moments later, you opened your eyes. “So what did you wish for Ji?”

“Nuh uh it’s a secret,” he asserts, trying his best not to appear worried.

“You can tell meee. I’m your best friend, remember.”

“No.” He sticks out his tongue.

You prepare your pleading eyes to make him more pliant. “Pleaseeee.”

“No.”

Jisung finally gives up and sighs, “Okay fine. Fine. But don’t freak out okay.”

“But why would I freak out?” Did he wish to be together with someone? Is he gonna confess that he likes another person?? Fuck.

“Remember when I told you about how the moon is in love with the stars rather than the sun?”

You nod and chuckle, “But isn’t the sun also a star?”

“I know I know but listen. Listen carefully because I don’t want to repeat my words again.” He takes a deep breath and holds your hands. “I’m the moon Y/N and you’re the stars. My stars. I’m completely, deeply in love with you.”

And that’s when your eyes widen to a confession you would have never expected yet something you’ve been wishing for to the universe. Your eyes sparkle, resembling that of a shining star. “So how does your confession tie to your wish?”

“I-uh well I wished to have the courage to confess to you.” He was getting red like a tomato. “I guess it came true.”

“You know what’s funny Han Jisung?” He looks at you like he was a deer in the headlights. You usually only use his full name on a serious occasion. Is she mad? Did I upset her? Does this mean she will reject me? Will we stay—

“I wished for the same thing as you did. It’s just that you beat me to it.” He looks at you with complete shock.

“Are you bullshiting me?”

“No Ji I’m not. I’ve loved you for a while now.” You let out a mirthful laugh. Your thumb rubs on his skin to reassure him. “May I ask you a question?”

“Yes. What is it?”

“May I kiss you?”

He smiles so endearingly at you that you could explode like a supernova. “Of course you can.”

And so you got on your tippy toes to capture his lips with yours. It was a kiss you have been anticipating for months now. It was a kiss under the stars. A kiss under the waning crescent. You wouldn’t mind getting lost in his kiss every night.

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A/N: This has been in the drafts for just a bit. I got some time to finalize it. Hopefully you enjoy the read!

"best friend" | kim seungmin

genre: arranged marriage au, angst + a dash of fluff, hurt/comfort

warning(s): mention of death, grief

word count: 698

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Something about the downpour further deepens the grief you’ve been holding in your heart. After your nana passed away, the grief kept on growing and growing like a vicious avalanche with each passing day.The casket had been lowered and it was your turn to drop a white rose on it. It was her favorite. You remember all those times she would trim away the thorns and pluck out the pointy leaves just so she can tuck it in behind your ear. Oh how cruel it is how beautiful times disappear. 

Your legs felt heavy, almost as if they were hesitating for you to say a one last goodbye to your grandmother. But you had to stay strong. You have to do it for nana to honor her.

It was brief yet such a small moment seemed so long. Your white rose drops on top of the other white roses. As you were observing it, it seemed like it was falling in slow motion. Others went back to the crowd but you were stunned at your place. You can’t help but start crying in the rain. Tears were commingling along with rain droplets on your face. Your black dress was starting to soak. The wail you let out was just heartbreaking. Everyone knew how you were very close to your grandmother.

The rain somehow stopped pouring on you. A familiar presence next to you holds an umbrella, protecting both of you from the downpour. You looked to see who it was and it was your husband.

Seungmin’s heart broke, seeing how devastated you looked. He took out a handkerchief in his pocket and he gently wiped away your tears and the rain off your face. He takes your hand, and guides you away from the people.

He lets you wail. He lets you cry on his shoulders. He lets you let out the pain and heartache you’ve been feeling. Being your husband and close confidant, he never judges you for whatever it is that you feel. That’s something you were always grateful for from him.

Seungmin lets you take your time. You both left early and now you have reached your home.

“I think you should take a sh—”

And suddenly, you gave him the biggest hug yet. “Thank you Min. I really can’t thank you enough for today.”

He chuckles a little. “Don’t worry about it. We’re a team, remember?”

You nod, feeling warm inside. Not just because of your hidden feelings for him but just how much he cares for you. You couldn’t imagine being married to anyone else despite his heart belonging to someone else. 

“You know what, instead of a shower, I’m just gonna prepare you a hot bath instead. Would that be alright?”

“Yes of course. Thank you best friend.”

“Best friend? That’s new. I sure hope Hyunjin is not gonna kill me when he finds out you have a new best friend,” he jokes.

Seungmin noticed you haven’t had a good laugh for a while until this moment. Your tummy was aching and you were letting out tears of joy rather than tears of grief. He always finds a way to cheer you up in the simplest things. “There’s nothing wrong with having two best friends, Minnie.”

He laughs along, holding your hands to warm them up. “Okay okay. Now let me get your bath ready. I’ll be back in a bit. Alright?”

“Alright.”

“And Y/N.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m here for you okay. You’re not alone.”

Seungmin then heads upstairs to the master bathroom. You’re thankful to have such a caring husband even if he wasn’t in love with you. Even if he was already happy and in love with someone else. It’s alright.

No matter how much you push away your feelings for him, you can’t help but admit that you are deeply smitten by him. Not wanting to jeopardize your arrangement, you’d rather swallow your pride and feelings deep inside the thoughts that Seungmin won’t be able to find and explore.

It’s alright. It’s okay. What matters to you is keeping your bond with him for as long as you can. Even if it may be selfish on your part.

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A/N: Hello! Man I wasn't able to get some stuff out over break and now it's back to school. Hopefully can still post some stories despite my busy schedule. There is a high likeliness that this drabble will be turned into a full fic :D

anti-hero

poly bang chan x hero!lee felix x villain!reader | superhero au

genre: superhero au, fluff, angst

content warnings: implied past bullying, implied anxiety, it's fluffy as well though I promise

word count: 3.6k

summary: their paths were destined to meet one way or another. it just so happens it all goes down in a way chan least expected.

header by @writingforstraykids thanks for making this my love!!

for @miuracha I hope you enjoy my lovely :)

this was part of the make miu smile event which you can find here

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The villain of the city, it was fun for you until it wasn't. You yearned to wreak havoc upon those who always judged you, made you feel like a monster, to those who managed to pierce your heart with their disgusting words that had been thrown at you with such ease. That, was your origin story. Maybe in another life you'd be living in a small cottage outside the busy day to day life of a place which was filled with cars, buildings, noise, and more cars. You wouldn't have to fret over public appearances, despite your masked form, the 'Shadow' that haunted Seoul. You wouldn't have to pretend anymore to fight against your lover, the hero who had made everyone feel safe again, feel safe just because you purely existed.

Lee Felix. A ball of sunshine. No, literally, he could blind any foes with his bright, burning orbs, torching their skin, destroying their vision, with indefinite permanence. The 'Blaze' that could never be outshined by anybody.

Oddly enough, such darkness and lightness coexisting meant that the two of you were bound to meet, bound to fight, bound to be fated together.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

News reporters from several different channels were immediately sent out in their vans once they caught word of another fight between Shadow and Blaze happening in the center of the city. And soon enough they were met with quite a rewarding sight for their careers.

Shadow was sprinting as fast as possible, slipping into dark alleyways and cursing Blaze in her mind when he managed to invade her spots and shine light from his scarred hands in order to 'catch' her.

Not long ago, she had trapped some men in a bubble of darkness before she sweeped the streets and did the same to a woman around her age. Of course, citizens of Seoul were terrified, hoping not to face that same choking, suffering and horrifying feeling of being unable to move and left to hear all of their own thoughts. Her darkness was one that nobody would want to experience.

Enter Blaze, here to save the day. Per usual, he threw on his big smile and reassured scared crowds of people that they were safe when he was there, a slight sadness in his voice that went undetected.

There to capture the chase across the city, were helicopters filming from above, the whirring of the vehicles making Shadow smirk from beneath her black veil. What an amazing show they were creating. She skidded round the corner, her shoes leaving tracks of obsidian. Small pieces of tarmac flew up, scraping the backs of her legs. Blaze was only a few feet behind her. He was running at the speed of light, perks of the job. Keeping up the act, Blaze had freed the trembling victims of Shadow's wrath, and directed emergency services towards them. They'd be fine, in all due course.

Shadow panted as she came to a hault, finding herself in a dead end of the road, construction equipment and barriers up, stopping her in her path.

"End this now, Shadow," Blaze righteously spoke, projecting his voice so that everyone could hear him.

"End what? It's such a lovely day, is it not, my dear ray of sunshine?" Shadow cackled, dark storm clouds threatening to cloak the city in its grey, velvety blanket of gloom.

"You've caused enough chaos around here!" Blaze boomed in his deep voice, cutting through the clouds and letting spires from the sun creep through and soothe the dull of the city.

"Not quite," Shadow smirked, before moving her hands round in circular motions.

She summoned decaying vines, uprooting the concrete nature of man made civilisation, and introducing it to the lives that inhabited it. There were screams of terror as people got wrapped tightly, like they were being swallowed up by the grip of a cobra's coil. Fallen. Shaking.

"Not this again, she said she wouldn't do this anymore," Blaze sighed, before boosting his form up from the ground and propelling small flames towards the vines, breaking them apart and releasing more and more people from their encaged nightmares.

"Oldest trick in the book, sweetie," Shadow grinned widely, a black tongue sticking out past her lips as she teased the villain once more.

Oh how he wished she wouldn't tease him so much, but she knew he could handle it, he supposed, and he knew she'd be able to handle the actions he was about to take.

"Shadow!" Felix projected his voice once more, "you have terrorised this city one too many times!"

And with that, he blasted her a few streets away, making sure she had wrapped herself up in her elusive, shimmering cloak before he did so.

Screams of joys and cheers erupted around the city, people gathering around Blaze and praising him before he saluted them and vanished before their very eyes. He found where Shadow was immediately, hidden around an abandoned street where they knew nobody would see them. Or so it seemed.

"Y/Nnie, you ok love?" Felix approached the dark spot quickly, a grin appearing on his face when he saw the exhausted smile of his lover.

"That was quite the show," Y/N applauded her boyfriend before they embraced for a moment, her cloak slightly slipping off of her shoulders.

"You're telling me that? You trapped more people than normal in those dark bubbles, making me work harder you are," Felix chuckled and poked her cheek.

"Gotta switch it up?" Y/N shrugged, relishing the physical contact she had with Felix, appreciating his presence. It soothed something inside of her, made her calm.

"Who was it this time?" Felix prompted, wanting to know why she had trapped those certain people. Y/N always had a reason for these things, despite what the public view was. No one would believe that the villain thought carefully about who she targeted, why would they? They saw her as a reckless heathen who didn't belong anywhere.

"Well first, there was this group of perverted guys creeping on some teenage girls," Y/N began, her fingers stroking delicately over Felix's hands. He watched her explain with full attention.

"Mm, fair, ok, and what about that girl, she was like the same age as you, I swear," Felix wondered.

"Oh, her, ugh," Y/N rolled her eyes.

"You know her, love?" Felix tilted her chin up so she'd look up at him.

"Stacey Arnold, locked me in the cleaning cupboard at high school..." Y/N trailed off with a sigh. Black smoke lifted from her her hands covered in the same colour as she reflected on those torturous years.

"And...?" Felix rose an eyebrow, subtly switching the grips of their hands so that he could eradicate the air of her stygian darkness.

"Why does there have to be an and?" Y/N grumbled, still hesitant sometimes to reveal what had happened in her past. Hesitant to reveal what made her feel like a shameful being, a monster on the hill.

"There always is," Felix sang lowly, pressing his forehead against hers.

"She cut off a chunk of my hair," Y/N grumbled, kicking some stones.

"Oh no I love your hair," Felix pouted, pulling away to touch her hair and admire it.

"I'm starting to think my hair is so dry because of the heat from your hands when you're grabbing it," Y/N joked, teasing Felix about when he'd get all hot and bothered, like now, even when he was blushing.

"Wanna test that theory?" Felix leaned closer, brushing his lips against hers in the beginning of a much needed make out session.

Unbeknownst to them, was a man only slightly older than them, traipsing the streets of Seoul after the huge fight that had happened.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

Enter, Chan. He had been walking with a blue notepad in hand, pen balancing on his ear which held the weight of his clear lens glasses. Fluffy brown hair sat atop his head, a frown formed on his face as he began to think would a story of his ever get published?

Well, now he had a story alright, the city's superhero Blaze and Villain, Shadow, caught in a steamy situation.

That is, if his boss would ever believe it. He hadn't progressed as far in his career as he would have liked to, always being undermined as an apprentice despite his allegiance to the Seoul Life company for six years. Six years and he was miserable. The newspaper wasn't very popular anyways, the only way they'd catch attention would be with a controversial headline, one that sparked distasteful rumours. Well, at least he had one that would be telling the truth this time. He just hoped and prayed it would get accepted. His other articles hadn't been before.

"No, Chan, no one cares about these supposed musical injustices of artists having no rights over their own music!" his boss slammed down the typed out copy of Chan's story down on his desk in the head office. Deep wrinkles set on the man's forehead.

"People care! I care!" Chan insisted, a look of desperation on his face.

"I'm scrapping it, you need some sort of better story," his boss leant back in his chair, rolling his eyes.

"No, sir! Please don't! I really think it could-"

"Watch this, and learn," his boss's voice pierced through his apprentice's words, as he he promptly fed the shredder beside him with Chan's hard work.

"I'm sorry," Chan looked down, feeling guilty that he once again had not created a successful report for the company. He didn't even know why they kept him around anymore, probably just to collect the coffees and do the printing.

But upon this day, he headed to the top floor of the building and knocked excitedly on his boss's door.

"Yes? What is it?!" his boss called out, seemingly in a good mood until he saw Chan and frowned.

"I got you your coffee. And I've got an amazing story to go with it," Chan was firm with his words, determination and adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"This better be good..."

"Another fight just happened with Blaze and Shadow-"

"I know this Chan, that's why I sent out the competent writers of this company to go and report," his boss sighed, sipping his coffee and hissing when it was still too hot on his tongue.

"Well I bet they didn't see the arch enemies of the city making out in a back alley," Chan grinned, raising his eyebrows up.

"Out of all the things I have heard..." his boss pinched the bridge of his nose.

"It's true! Look I managed to grab a photo!" Chan pulled out his phone and showed evidence, causing his boss's eyes to widen.

"Well I never... I tell you what boy, we'll publish this, if you can get this story done in 1 hour we'll send it out straight away! We'll publish it online before the other companies can even think about speculating this sort of story. I think you could have us earning some good money here!" his boss, for the first time ever, smiled in front of him. And that was all the motivation Chan needed, all the motivation he needed to prove himself.

It had been 2 days since the article had been published. 2 days, since chaos erupted. Online, hateful comments were sent Chan's way, claiming he was some sick fantasist who conjured up some fictional idea that two prominent figures, although one of them very hated, were engaging in such interactions.

He felt like his life was over. And the company did nothing to defend his name, despite the fact that his boss had been so enthusiastic about the idea and what profit and benefits would come from it. Sure, they caught a lot of attention, but not the right kind. So much so, that they publicly fired Chan, and stated that he was no longer working with them.

For the first time since the publication, Chan dared to venture into the city for a bite to eat, a treat to ease his stress. It seemed, it was only more stressful for him than he could have imagined. It wasn't so bad at first, but then people started recognising him and soon enough he was swarmed in a vicious crowd of people hurling insults at him.

"You sicko!"

"This man thought he could make us read a fanfiction?!"

"What a disgrace to our country!"

"Blaze would never do that!"

"Get him!"

He was spiraling, wishing that the ground would swallow him up, or that he could go back to before he made that article and live the dull normal life he lived before. Anything better than all of this attention on him.

"Stop... stop... I'm sorry... I wasn't lying... please..." Chan cried. He begged. He needed saving.

Good thing this city has a hero.

Before he knew it, he was encompassed by a warm soothing light, blaze, you could say. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut. Then peace and quiet. His heartbeat that was racing slowed down, and all he could hear was the deep rumbling of someone's voice trying to calm him, and the sizzling of food frying in a pan. It smelt delicious. Perhaps this would be the bite to eat he had attempted to get.

"It's ok, hey, you're safe, don't worry, no one will know where you are, I've got you," the deep voice soothed Chan out of his trance, warm hands cradling his face and he opened his eyes to see a handsome, freckled man in front of him.

Holy shit. It was Blaze. It was Blaze that saved him?!

"Take a seat, I know, it's shocking, I'll sign your autograph later, yeah?" Blaze giggled, sitting Chan down on a creaky sofa, and wrapping him in a black blanket.

"Stop being so cocky, Felix!" a female voice called out from behind him, echoing across the room in the direction of where that divine smell was coming from.

"Give me a moment," 'Blaze', or Felix, whispered to Chan, stroking his hair gently before comically marching away. "Hey! It's not my fault people get starstruck around me!"

"Yeah, yeah! Just give the poor man some food, he's shaken up," Shadow laughed.

Wow. Her laugh was much different to when he had heard her before. It was sweet even. Who would have thought...

"Right, umm, sorry, here, eat up!" Felix fumbled over his words before handing Chan a steaming plate of ramen.

"Ow!" Chan sucked air through his teeth, wincing at how hot it was.

"Shit! Sorry! I forget how you normies are with hot things," Felix rushed, "here, use the blanket to cover the sides, won't be so hot that way."

And that's what Chan did. He used the dark blanket that had been wrapped around him to cover the bowl from scalding his hands, and took a bite of the ramen, doing a happy little wiggle at the taste.

"Told you my ramen was the best," Shadow smirked, arms folded as she leant against the wall in front of Chan, boasting at her lover.

"Never said it was bad," Felix shook his head, before turning to grab a plate of his own.

This was oddly domestic, Chan thought. No one would ever really think about the hero and the villain of the city cooking together, or having this playful, teasing bickering. It was sweet, endearing, and he longed to have that.

"Hey is that my cloak?!" Shadow put her hands on her hips, glaring at Chan and therefore sending shivers down his spine.

"Felix... Ummm, B-blaze gave it to me... I think... I'm not sure... It was all a blur to be honest... I-"

"Y/N, leave him alone. The poor guy was just calming down and now you've gone and freaked him out," Felix tutted, making Y/N realise her mistake and she dropped her intimidating look.

"Sorry... Hmm, well, I guess I'll let you get away with it, you're pretty cute," Y/N shrugged it off, making Felix smirk at her knowingly.

"Uhh, thanks? Umm thank you for the food! It's really nice! And, umm, thank you for, umm, saving me," Chan rushed out his words, making sure his appreciation was hung in the air for the couple in front of him to see.

"That's ok, Mr Journalist," Felix grinned back, taking a bite of his own lunch.

"Ah so this is the one who tried to expose us, hmm?" Y/N's face lit up in recognition.

"Ah yeah, that's me. I'm sorry, I just wanted to get a good story out," Chan rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly before pushing his glasses up.

"It's fine, and to be fair, I can't even get mad at you, at least you were truthful," Y/N nodded in understanding.

She really had a much warmer heart than Chan could have ever anticipated. She was being so kind to him, so was Felix. He didn't expect it, and so, he put that down to the reason why tears welled up in his gorgeous brown eyes.

"Hey, it's ok, really, don't get upset," Felix put down his food to stroke Chan's back.

"It's just... things will never be normal again, everyone hates me," Chan sniffled.

At that moment, Felix glanced at Y/N to help out.

"Oh sure, I'll help, I can relate," Y/N nodded, hyping herself up to comfort Chan as she sat on his other side and took his hand in hers.

"I-i don't know what to do," Chan's voice cracked

"You can stay with us. No-one will be able to seek you out, ok? And soon you'll be able to return to normal everyday living, people will forget about it, I'm sure. You've got us now, ok?" Y/N spoke softly, hushing Chan's cries.

"Really? I-i can stay here?" he was astonished at the idea but he had no other choice. Plus, they had been so welcoming so far.

"You can. I mean it. As long as you don't spill food on my cape again," Y/N wrinkled her nose and rubbed away at the mark.

"Oh sorry! Umm, well, please, I'd like that," Chan nodded, and Felix wrapped an arm around him to offer further comfort.

"We've got you," Felix spread warmth around Chan's body, creating this fuzzy, happy feeling.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°

1 year later, and Chan was still living with the couple. But things had changed, quite massively. Not long after he had began living with them he noticed many different things, ever so observant as a past journalist. The lingering hands, the kisses on the head when they thought he had fallen asleep, the invitations to cuddle them in their bed.

When he confronted them about it, after gathering the courage to, both Felix and Y/N were very frank about their feelings, despite the latter being slightly embarrassed that she had been caught out in her tender actions. After all, Y/N had quite the reputation to be cold and unloving, but Chan knew that very day be met her, that she was the complete opposite. And to him, Felix was different from his heroic persona too. Sure, he had his arrogant moments, but it was only ever said in a joking tone, and that warmth that he had seen in news broadcast footage, translated emotionally too. They were his support. His lifeline. And he'd be ever so thankful that he found them. They even helped him find his new hobby, one he was excited to make money about.

"We're back!" Felix and Y/N called out as they entered the apartment, both of them panting. From staging another fight scene, not anything else, you pervs.

"In here!" Chan yelled out happily, sat in front of his computer.

"Hard at work I see," Y/N kissed him on the forehead, resting her own head on his shoulder to snoop at what he had been working on this time.

"Wow, you've written quite the story there, love," Felix stroked Chan's hair as he squinted his eyes to see what was on the screen.

"Yeah, well, someone paid me ₩200,000 for a commission! Insane I know!" Chan breathed out a laugh, happy that his new job could bring money into their home together.

"What's it about this time?" Felix queried with genuine curiosity.

"Well, ok, so they wanted me to write an imagine where Blaze and Shadow were best friends at school but got separated after moving different countries. So it's got this friends to lovers, reunited trope going on," Chan danced in his seat happily as he explained to his boyfriend and girlfriend about what he was writing.

"You and your fanfiction, ey?" Y/N laughed fondly, rubbing Chan's arms.

"Well, if you can't beat them join them," Chan laughed back, "plus it's fun writing these made up scenarios, especially when people want to insert themselves into the story. I know I've got the real thing. I'm so lucky," he rambled on.

"Yeah, and soppy," Y/N pulled his chair away from the computer.

"Hey! I like the compliments, tell me more!" Felix sat on Chan's lap, dragging Y/N on top of him awkwardly as they shared giggles, stories and kisses about how their days had gone.

It certainly wasn't how Chan expected his life to go. But he wouldn't exchange it for anything now that he got a taste of love, and pure compassion.

Felix was the light that shone down upon him and saved him that very day. And Y/N was the shadow that was always there for him, no matter what. It made sense didn't it? After all, such darkness and lightness coexisting meant that there had to be a third in between the two, otherwise one would feel lonely without the other.

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IT'S A LITTLE FROG I CAN'T BREATHE

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Beating yourself up about your writing DOES NOT HELP YOU WRITE! Cut that shit out, be nicer to yourself, take breaks, and remember it's a marathon not a sprint and also nobody likes running ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

CHILL (18+!) 1K followers special

“Babe, you can have a drink with us. Would definitely help you loosen up a little bit.” You hate it. You absolutely despise it whenever he calls you that. Because – it confuses you.

SYNOPSIS: Between university stress and additional shifts at your job, there’s one more factor that’s getting on your nerves the most – Han Jisung, your obnoxiously loud, absolutely lazy and annoyingly attractive roommate.

🦋 GENRE: smut, fluff; nonidol!au, roommates!au

🫧 WORD COUNT: 6.4K

🍥 CONTENT INFO: jisung x afab!reader, a bit of chan x afab!reader (I can’t help it); enemy!jisung, roommate!jisung, 3Racha is a friend group that produces music in their free time, basically jisung is an annoying roommate, mutual pining

🌸 CONTENT WARNING: jealousy, jisung is mean to reader, alcohol comsumption

🎆 SMUT WARNING: softdom!jisung, sub!reader; masturbation (f), accidental exhibitionism (getting caught lol), fingering, oral (f receiving), piv, unprotected sex (pls don’t be stupid), marking, praise, dumbification, name calling (babygirl, angel, good girl, slut)

💓 AUTHOR’S NOTE: OBVIOUSLY there’s no 1k followers special without the one and only han jisung ?? PLUS two of my absolute cliché tropes combined et voilà bon appetit that’s what you get <3 SO THANK YOU SO MUCH 💕 I still can’t believe I’ve reached this milestone but thank you for all the support over these past months; as always apologising for the repetition of the first paragraph :,)

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“For fuck’s sake, Jisung!” You shout, screaming for your roommate but apparently he isn’t here at the moment or at least the absence of an answer tells you that. “Why can’t he clean up his stuff for once?!”

You leave the kitchen, searching for a dustpan and a broom, trying to get rid of the mess he’s left. The corridor is empty, the bathroom door slightly open, making it easier to get the utilities you are looking for. When the chaos is gone, you decide to drop down on the big cozy couch in the living room, aware that your Friday afternoon could deserve some comfort.

You leave the kitchen, searching for a dustpan and a broom, trying to get rid of the mess he’s left. The corridor is empty, the bathroom door slightly open, making it easier to get the utilities you are looking for. When the chaos is gone, you decide to drop down on the big cozy couch in the living room, aware that your Friday afternoon could deserve some comfort.

You leave the kitchen, searching for a dustpan and a broom, trying to get rid of the mess he’s left. The corridor is empty, the bathroom door slightly open, making it easier to get the utilities you are looking for. When the chaos is gone, you decide to drop down on the big cozy couch in the living room, aware that your Friday afternoon could deserve some comfort.

But none other than your target from a few minutes ago is sitting there, manspreading and crunching on some tortilla crisps, a can of energy drink in one hand and his phone in the other while some ridiculous show on Netflix plays in the distance. He lets out a loud and annoying laugh, not even noticing you’ve entered his space, well, it’s both your apartment but he sometimes makes it seem as if the living room is his own territory.

“Han Jisung,” you begin, trying to get him focused on you, your voice now increasing in volume as you try your best to assert some dominance, “why on earth do you destroy a glass in the kitchen and not clean up the mess?! Someone could get hurt, you idiot.”

He visibly rolls his eyes, a loud scoff leaving his mouth, as he sinks deeper down on the sofa. “Chill, I would have cleaned it later, don’t make such a fuss about it, calm down.”

“Of course, I’m complaining, Jisung, that’s not the first time something like this has happened,” you interfere, leaning against the door frame, whilst your arms are crossed in front of your chest. Your roommate finds it mostly pathetic, he doesn’t take you seriously, not in a hundred years. Sometimes he wonders if the student union cut off their logical thinking when they’ve paired up the two of you in one dorm apartment.

“Y/N, you’re so stuck up, you really must be fun at parties,” he bickers to which you just roll your eyes in annoyance, exactly like he did earlier. “Speaking of,” he begins again, “my friends will be coming over tonight, the apartment will be a bit crowded so I’ll suggest you go to the library. That was probably your plan for a Friday night anyway, right?”

Your jaw drops at his boldness – where the fuck does he get the audacity from?!

“This is both our apartment, you can’t just invite people and tell me to piss off.”

He takes the last sip of his energy drink, downing the rest of the sugary liquid, until the metal lands on the couch table with a loud thud. “Babe, I would have invited you as well but let’s be real, you would have declined anyway. Of course, you can have a drink with us. Would definitely help you loosen up a little bit.”

You hate it. You absolutely despise it whenever he calls you that. Because – it confuses you. But that’s a topic for another time. Right now you are exasperated because of none other than Han Jisung. This guy is definitely setting your last teeth on edge, shattering your nerves into a thousand pieces just like he did with the glass earlier.

You hate him. You detest him. You absolutely do.

So you slam the door close behind you, once you’ve left the living room. Jisung chuckles in the distance, inaudible for you to catch his noises.

♡

What’s the most aggravating part of all of this is the fact your stupid roommate was right. Going to the library was your actual plan for tonight, knowing the campus won’t be crowded at this time. 

You’ve been skimming through some pages you have to read, working on a few statistics exercises, calculator in one hand, pencil in the other, all while your iced coffee is waiting for you to take a break, keeping you awake to get stuff done. 

But it’s worthless. Your emotions are controlling your mind. It takes you more than fifteen minutes to get through a single paragraph, since you forget what it’s about merely seconds after you’ve read it. Checking the time, you realise it’s almost past midnight and counting everything together, you decide to leisurely leave the building. It’ll take you some minutes to get to the apartment anyway, hopefully most guests will already be gone by then.

Spoiler: most guests are still there, contrary to your patience, when the first person almost accidentally spills their beer all over your books that you’re holding in your hands. Making a straight line, you sprint to your room, just to realise you’ve forgotten to lock it. After getting rid of the couple currently groping each other’s bodies on your bed, you shut the door behind you and sink down onto the soft cushion.

Changing into some more comfortable clothes that still look somewhat decent for possibly approaching guests in the kitchen, you leave the room again to get a cold glass of water. This will probably do. Hopefully. Ease your mind, calm you down, whatever.

Even though you’ve spent some hours doing those math exercises earlier, you’re still not good at calculating and predicting when it comes to social situations. The kitchen is occupied by none other than your roommate, busy pressing some random girl against your kitchen counter. Yes, your kitchen counter. The one you make breakfast, lunch and dinner on.

“Thanks for ruining the mood,” he says after disconnecting his lips from hers, his eyes now trailing down your body, judging the outfit you’re wearing. “You have a bedroom here, use it,” you counter, busy with getting the beverage of your choice. The girl is still awkwardly standing between him and the furniture, unsure what to do, until Jisung tells her, “Pretty, why don’t you wait in the living room for me? I won’t need long.”

Once she’s out of sight, he gets closer to you, annoyance spread all over his visage. “I thought you were going to the library?”

“I did. I’m back now. What’s the matter? Can’t I use the kitchen I’m paying rent for?” The cold water splashes into the glass you’ve just grabbed from the upper cabinet.

“Why do you always have to ruin stuff, huh? It’s not my fault you can’t find anyone to get you laid but stop invading my space,” he mutters.

What has gotten into him?!

You ignore his insult.

“Invade your space? I repeat, this is my apartment as well. It would have been no problem if you'd announced your event earlier, then I would have made some different plans as well.”

Unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable.

“God damn– you’re so stuck up, just shut the fuck up and go to your room or whatever, stop annoying me,” he uses the same phrases he always does when you for some reason upset him.

“This is not how you should speak to others, Jisung,” a male voice resounds behind you. One of your roommates friend’s stands there, you believe his name is Chan or something.

“Dude, it’s none of your business, okay?” Jisung says now, already making his way out of the kitchen, sensing the situation is useless.

“It’s alright, he’s always like this,” you tell Chan once the other one is gone. “Yeah, he can be annoying but he’s definitely crossed some lines here,” he says, getting a bit closer to you and your heartbeat starts increasing its pace but you soon realise he is just trying to get some more booze, located in the bottles behind you.

“How much of the conversation have you heard?” You ask him.

“Most of it, sorry, I didn’t want to spy on you, just searching for more beer. Speaking of– do you want some? And, oh, sorry, hello first, I didn’t realise you were here as well,” Chan rambles.

“Of course Jisung said I would go to the library, I knew it,” you murmur mostly to yourself. A hissing sound echoes through the room, once Chan opens a beer bottle with a lighter he’s had stored in his jeans pockets. “No, he didn’t say that. I just haven’t seen you until now, that’s all.” You do feel a bit dumb now. “Beer?” He asks again.

You take the bottle in your hands, as your fingers slightly brush his and it’s almost embarrassing that the slightest touch almost makes your head spin.

Get yourself together, Y/N. You definitely have to get laid, Jisung was in fact right about that. Yes, Jisung. That annoying brat. 

But it’s for sure only the fact you haven’t had sex in a long time, as your studies and work merely allow you even a second of free time. It’s for sure just that, not the tension between you and your roommate – the way he always walks around the apartment when he gets back from the gym, the way he was grinding against that girl earlier, the way he always calls you by those pet names to get a reaction out of–

“You good?” Chan asks, severely considering if something is going on.

“Yeah, sorry, just a long exhausting day,” you half-lie. It is true, mostly. 

“That’s okay, you’re here now to relax, hm?” He tells you, as he positions the underside of his forearm on the countertop, making it a bit easier to scoot closer to you and tilt his head.

“Y-Yeah,” is all you’re able to let out. It is pathetic how those simple gestures make you question your sanity. “You deserve it, you work and study a lot. You deserve some rest and a good time.”

Yep. He is definitely trying to hit on you but that’s alright. It would have been cheesy, almost clingy if any other guy did that but since you know Chan on a somewhat acquaintance-level, it’s okay he is so straightforward. 

What you don’t know is, he’s not here to simply get his hands between your legs for a night, he’s a gentleman, planning to take his time with you. He’s found you interesting for some time now, but has never had the courage to approach you. Well, how would it have been possible, anyway? Whenever he’s at your place, Changbin and Jisung are there as well, working on some songs. And he’s still so unsure if the latter really hates you, as he always states, or if it’s just some twisted behaviour to hide that he likes you.

And Chan is respectful, always has been. So he won’t get any closer with you, he will have you waiting, wondering if you will take the chance once he’s got your roommate’s permission.

♡

You wake up earlier than you would have liked, but there’s no way that you can stay in your deep slumber when the doorbell shrills through the whole apartment without a sign of stopping.

Of course, it’s none other than Jisung who went out some minutes ago and forgot his keys, like he always does. By now you believe it’s on purpose, as if he’s trying to get a reaction out of you, trying to destroy your one morning of rest, your few hours without any responsibilities or duties.

But today you ignore it, you simply let him in and disappear behind your door again before you sink down on your desk chair. After all, you’re still upset about the way he spoke to you yesterday.

Since you’re too wide awake to fall asleep again, you decide to get some work done so you’ll be able to meet up with your best friend in the evening.

The day goes by faster than you would have thought and some hours later you find yourself in front of your mirror, getting ready for tonight. Chaeryeong and you have planned to go to this new alternative club downtown, since you’ve seen the ad on Instagram.

You’re ready to leave, purse already hanging on your shoulder as the last touch up, putting on that dark red lipstick, still needs to be finished, before you enter the corridor to put on your shoes. Jisung is busy running around the house, bringing snacks and alcohol from the kitchen to the living room. You remember now he’s invited Changbin and Chan, wanting to work on some of their stupid songs.

On one hand you’re glad you won’t be at home tonight – the three of them can get annoyingly loud when their rap music and booze is involved – but on the other hand you’re missing out on your chance to see Chan again. You could have sworn there were some sparks between the both of you as he was talking to you, still, you’re left unsure he didn’t do much more than flirt with you.

But that’s none of your problem now, you’re going out with your best friend tonight, you should focus on that and not on any boy problems. 

“Where are you going?” Jisung asks you out of the blue, as he halts in place once he witnesses your outfit – a tight black dress having troubles to keep your boobs in place paired with stockings.

“Out,” you say, trying to avoid his gaze so he doesn’t make fun of you. He’s never seen you in clothing like this and you can already sense his rude comments.

“With who?” He questions further. God damn, why is he out of a sudden so interested in your life?

“Chaeryeong.”

He clears his throat and feels relieved for a second, when he finds out you’re not going on a date and will just spend an evening with your friend. Until he gets reminded of your outfit again, so he asks more, “Where are you going exactly?”

You sigh under your breath, trying to tie the laces of your boots. “Some club– Why does it matter tho? It’s none of your business. Besides, shouldn’t you get the apartment ready for your own friends?”

He nods at your question, even though you aren’t even looking at him. Jisung decides to just brush it off and get back to his current tasks.

Approximately an hour later you find yourself inside the new club, the first drink already in your hand. The bass is creeping into your skull, echoing through your ears, synchronising with your heartbeat. Chaeryeong drags you to the dance floor, almost spilling her drink in the process but you don’t complain.

So, there’s good and bad news about this club. The good thing is, the alcohol isn’t expensive and they actually pour some good amount in those cocktails. The bad thing is, well, the music sucks. It’s awful. They advertised this place as an alternative venue, meaning, you would have expected them to play some indie music, maybe some metal or hardcore, hell, even pop-rock music would be alright.

But it’s far from that and you can’t lie, it’s boring and Chaeryeong agrees with you on this. In addition to that, your best friend has told you from the start it won’t be a long night for her. You’re not mad at her, she’s allowed to go home early but you’ve waited for this evening some time now, cancelling wasn’t an option either.

Some hours later, the booze reigns over your body, making it easier to listen to these songs and out of a sudden you chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” Chaeryoung asks or rather screams through the club. 

“I just realised that this music is even worse than some of the songs my roommate has produced with his friends.”

You can’t help it, yes, you’re here for a night out which was supposed to get your mind off of him, but this annoying guy always finds his way inside your head.

“Jisung? I thought you were finally over him,” she scoffs.

You don’t know what has gotten into you, maybe the amount of those stupidly cheap vodka slush ice drinks they sell here, but what you say next surprises both you and your best friend, “To be honest, I’d rather be under him.”

Chaeryoung bursts out into laughter, trying to balance her body by placing a hand on your shoulder, as she sinks down from giggling. 

“What are you waiting for?”

You scoff at her bluntness, not believing she’s so straightforward. “He doesn’t like me…” Your stomach does a weird turn and you’re unsure if it’s from the vodka or your pent up emotions.

“Ugh, as if. I bet he’s just being mean to you because, plot twist, he likes you.”

Ignoring her assumptions you continue dancing, trying to focus on those awful sounds, until she grabs your wrist, “Y/N, besides that, I’m already tired and not as shit-faced as you are,” rude but she is correct, “so I should bring you home and go to sleep, is that alright?“

You nod, since nothing really is holding you at this venue anyway, your ears will be thankful once those noises dissolve. 

♡

The drive home and a little nap on Chaeryeong’s shoulder helps you sober up a bit, luckily, you’ve bought some water on your way and by the time you enter your apartment, after saying goodbye to your best friend, the plastic bottle is completely empty.

To your surprise, since it’s already past 2:30 AM, there are still sounds coming from the living room, the door slightly ajar, so in your half-tipsy state you decide to get inside to greet your roommate and his friends.

“Hey guys,” you say. The three are slightly surprised, usually you don't really talk to them, rather spending time alone in your room whilst trying to ignore their loud music.

“How was your night?” Chan is the first one to speak, trying to carry the conversation and, of course, he likes talking to you. “The club was shit but we still had fun, thank you. But I guess I’m gonna go to sleep now, I’m tired. Just wanted to say hi.”

The boys look at you with empathy, all of them trying their best to focus on anything else than your tight outfit since the dress has ridden up a bit, showing off most of your thighs.

“We’re trying not to be too loud,” Jisung interferes now, all friendly and it’s confusing you. A lot. But you’re too exhausted to care. “Don’t worry, Ji. Have fun,” you reassure him and you blame it on the bit of alcohol that’s still swimming in your veins when you wink at him and wave goodbye, your eyes fixated on your roommate, his face blushing like a tomato.

♡

“Ji, what I wanted to ask you,” Chan begins once you disappeared to your room and Changbin went to the bathroom, “is there something going on between you and, you know, Y/N?”

“No, why would you think that?” Jisung brushes it off. 

Sure, he’s a bit tipsy and hasn’t been able to focus on anything else than the fact you went out in that dress and that there’s a possibility some guy could have taken you home. Fortunately, this didn’t happen but he’s still distracted.

“I-I don’t know, maybe the way you’re teasing her and all, thought you might like her,” Chan explains, taking a sip from his drink.

Shit. He’s noticed, Jisung thinks to himself. Was it really that obvious?

“Yeah and what if? She doesn’t like me back anyway. I’m too annoying for her and she’s not into someone like me. You and her would probably make a better couple,” he sighs, eyes fixated on his fingers fidgeting out of nervousness, as he’s trying to calm down.

“Bro, listen,” Chan starts again, laying his hand on his friend’s shoulder, “my initial request was to get your permission to ask her on a date but now that I’m thinking about it, it would be better if you asked her.”

Jisung’s head snaps up, searching for help since he’s definitely been caught and now there’s no escaping anymore. He’s never been good at lying and hiding, especially when it comes to Chan. But he still decides to try, “Why?! What, why would I do that?” 

“You’ve just admitted it, Ji. You like her,” the elder teases him.

“Just shut the fuck up,” Jisung scoffs.

“Watch your manners.”

♡

When you grab your phone from inside your purse, wanting to charge it overnight, your device gets connected to the Wi-Fi just now and you come to the realization you must have put it into flight mode while in the club, probably Chaeryeong’s idea to keep you away from drunk texting.

Then an ongoing buzzing sound fills your room, as the phone gets bombarded with notifications, some of them just memes friends have tagged you in but four of them coming from none other than your roommate.

Jisung (10:02 PM) : how is it going? Sorry if I was being weird earlier. Chan and Changbin are coming over later but we will try to tone it down in case we’re still up when you get back.

Since when does he apologise? Especially for something he’s done. Usually, your roommate blames everything on you, even his own faults.

Jisung (11:56 PM) : Are you okay? Maybe it’s my phone glitching but somehow my message haven’t reached you

Why on earth would he double text you?

Jisung (1:55 AM): please text or call me if something is going on or if someone is acting sketchy, I will pick you up, just tell me ok? I’ve had some alcohol but I can just get a taxi or something 

A third message?! He hasn’t interacted that much in the last two weeks combined and now he has even offered to rescue you from possible danger?

Jisung (2:17 AM): Y/N, please just tell me you’re alright, I’m worried. I called Chaeryeong as well but I guess she didn’t hear it. Please stay safe, okay?

Once you’ve finished reading his last text, your eyes give up and you fall into a deep slumber.

♡

You wake up with the worst headache you’ve had in a while. It seems as if your pulse is echoing inside your skull, you can feel your blood rush through your veins and shivers run down your spine, whenever you try to get up. Exactly fifteen minutes later you’ve managed to crawl out of your bed, still trying to remember how you got home yesterday.

You brush those riddles off, deciding to take a hot shower first because this has always helped you. On today’s breakfast or rather lunch menu are instant ramen and gallons of orange juice, hoping the vitamin c will help your body come alive again.

Once you feel a bit fresher and wait for the water to boil, you scroll through your phone for the first time today. When you read Chaeryeong’s messages it all makes sense again and some tiny bits and pieces of yesterday help you gain back your memories. 

Shit. Yes. Those texts from Jisung. You’ve almost forgotten about them and now they’re back in your mind again. For fuck’s sake. You were trying to get over him. Does he find all of this funny? Acting as if he cares about you?

But you can’t help it, you try your best but he’s already possessing your thoughts again and after you’ve finished your five star michelin meal, you decide to get back to your room. Jisung must have left the house some time ago, his bedroom door is open and the shoes he usually wears aren’t in front of the apartment’s entrance. 

For once and for all you get some rest to yourself. You need it, you really do.

But, unfortunately, with all these messages he’s sent you still lingering on your mind and the fact that this stupid image from two days ago when he was kissing that girl hasn’t left you up until now, makes it way harder to focus on anything else than him.

And sooner than you’re able to realise, you find yourself laying on your bed, legs spread and one of your hands creeping inside your pyjama shorts.

It’s embarrassing to admit that this is not the first time that you’re thinking of your roommate while pleasuring yourself, it’s embarrassing to admit that this has happened before and it’s even more embarrassing to admit that you’ve soaked through the silk fabric just because you’ve thought about him for a second.

Smearing your liquids all over your folds, you close your eyes to fully get lost in this moment – swearing this will be the last time this is happening, just like you did the time before.

Two fingers instantly find their way inside, filling you but not enough for your liking, so you decide to think of Jisung’s fingers instead and how they would feel touching your walls, all whilst his name slips out of your mouth on accident, your other hand coming to rub your clit, the built up is getting more and more intense, squelching sound echoing through the room–

“Look what we’ve got here.”

Oh, no.

Oh, no no no no no.

It can’t be.

He went outside. Why is he here? What is he doing? Why is he in your bedroom?

“Babe, you could have just told me that you need some help,” Jisung adds, as he painfully slowly approaches you.

In an instant, you grab your blanket to cover yourself just to realise your fingers are absolutely drenched after pulling them out, coated in your precum. Unsure if you should, embarrassingly enough, just grab a tissue to clean them, you realise it’s too late anyway. He’s caught you. Jisung has caught you touching yourself while you moaned out his name.

So you reach for the paper located inside your nightstand table, until Jisung stops you by grabbing you by your wrist.

“Nah, we don’t want to waste anything, do we?” He asks rhetorically before his tongue starts circling your digits, tingling your skin as he takes them all in, sucking them clean before he pulls them out again with a loud ‘plop’.

“You taste so good, just how I’ve imagined,” Jisung admits, his half-lidded eyes burning right into your skull with the utmost amount of lust. It’s captivating, he could hypnotise you just by his stare.

“You’ve imagined?” You dare speak now, your voice so quiet you could be able to hear a pin drop onto the carpet.

“It surprises me you’re realising all this just now, sweetheart,” he says, all whilst his hand slowly but tenderly wanders up your thighs, those thighs that have crossed his mind at least seven times today, especially after witnessing your figure enveloped in this tiny dark fabric yesterday.

“What about those messages last night?” You ask. Jisung wants to get going, mark you as his, make you go absolutely mindless but your ongoing talks traverse his plans.

The image of you laying on your bed, legs sprawled just for him even though he shouldn’t have seen it, pussy lips being spread by your fingers, wishing they were his – the fact he’s just watched all of this a barely a few minutes ago and haven’t cum in his pants from this sight yet, even though he was crucially near, gives him enough confidence.

“I was worried,” he continues. His skin lays on yours, fireworks shooting through your whole body at the sensation he leaves there. Jisung’s fingers travel further until they brush the hem of your pyjama shorts.

“I was a bit jealous of course,” he says, ”imagining you’re grinding your pretty ass against some stranger.” The pants are pushed aside and you curse yourself for not wearing anything underneath.

“Fuck– you’re soaked, babygirl,” he speaks, mostly to himself, as his digits graze over your heat. He takes his time with you, trying to rile you up some more even though you’re practically already under his spell.

This is all you have been waiting for, it has been weeks and months of pent up sexual frustration, partly caused by your stress but mainly caused by Jisung and his teasing, Jisung and his name calling, Jisung and his perfect arms, Jisung and–

“Fuck–“ you cry out, once he finally slides one of his fingers inside without any effort, as your juices are still dripping out of you from arousal. Expertly, his thumb draws circles onto your sensitive clit, whilst he adds another digit, pulling it in and out again.

His eyes stay focused on your already fucked out visage and he feels triumph ruling over his own body, making him wanton in his acts and needs. The moans escaping your lips are crawling into his ears and he swears it’s the prettiest melody he’s ever listened to. So, Jisung takes a mental note to record your voice some other time.

The built up feeling gets intense and you sense the rope tighten into a knot in your lower stomach, that’s why you can’t help but fall back a bit, still capable of landing and balancing yourself on your elbows.

“Hm, how does it feel, angel? Does this feel good?” He asks, whilst curling his fingers so he’s brushing that spot inside you. Oh, he knows what he’s doing.

“I’ve asked you something. Speak when you're spoken to,” he orders, suddenly decreasing his pace.

“Ji– just keep going and stop talking,” you counter, trying to not fully give in yet.

“Nah, do you really think you’re the one in charge here, huh?” You enjoy the teasing going back and forth like a game of ping pong. Still, you prefer his softer nature a bit more, since those thoughts about the messages are still occupying your mind.

“Is this how you treat your girl, when she asks for something?” You prop up yourself a bit, spreading your legs wider in order to seduce him more even though you’ve got him right under your spell by now too. You’ve had him from the beginning, he simply hasn’t shown it up until now.

“Fuck,” he curses, now destined to cater you to your every whim. He’s wondering if those texts came off weird but once he gets reminded how he’s found you here – helpless and eager for only him – he gains back his confidence.

That’s why he scoots even closer, until his nose touches yours all so softly.

That’s why he kisses you for the first time and it’s so different and much better than anyone you’ve kissed before. His mouth feels as if it fits perfectly with yours, as if he was made for you and you were made for him. It doesn’t take long for the movements to get rougher, increase in passion and it’s all you’ve ever longed for.

That’s why his head ends up between your thighs some minutes later, his lips busy with placing soft kisses on them, switching in their roughness since his plan is to create his personal signature right there. By now, you’re both completely naked and you are constantly trapped between shutting your eyes close in satisfaction and trying to keep them open to admire his body.

His fingers are still buried deep inside you, continuing with a moderate pace but his thumb has been replaced by the tip of his tongue, tingling your clit and instantly shooting that pleasurable feeling throughout your lower stomach. The knot gets tighter and tighter, your legs are starting to shake when he picks up the pace, mercilessly thrusting his fingers into your squelching walls.

“So good, such a good girl,” he breathes against your wetness, just a few seconds before you come undone, completely coating his tongue, chin and fingers in your liquids, but when you hear him let out a moan, you know he’s enjoying it too.

Once Jisung has made sure you’re ready for more and has gotten rid of all the clothing that were still covering your bodies, he positions himself on top of you, as his gaze finds your own again. And you’re desperate. You’re desperate for more and tired of waiting. It’s as if all of the things that have ever happened between you are instantly forgotten, in the blink of an eye.

Still, you want to make sure he’s not playing with you, that he’s not taking advantage.

“Ji–“ you begin but your words are cut off in your throat.

“Yeah, what is it? Are you okay? Want me to stop?” His softer side is present in the room again and it’s the same Jisung that asked you yesterday if everything was alright, the same Jisung that cares for you, making your doubts fade away.

“N-No, it’s just– I don’t want this to be a one time thing,” you admit, your eyes trying to avoid his gaze but he brings two fingers under your chin, correcting your head’s posture so you’re looking at him again.

Then he chuckles, “Angel, I think we’ve crossed that line already, haven’t we?”

He confuses you, well, the whole situation steals your ability to think straight. The way he’s towering over you, keeping your face in place, so near that you can hear him breathe – it’s just too much for you to gather a single logical thought.

“What do you mean? Because you’ve kissed me?” You ask, still wondering what he’s referring to.

“No, Y/N, because I like you and I care about you. I’m just not confident enough to tell you, that’s why I’ve been teasing you,” he confesses now.

You're relieved, deeply relieved. Not only about the fact he likes you back but also about the way he words his feelings – so honest, respectful and for once without teasing you, letting you know he really means it.

“I l-like you too, Jisung,” you admit. A bright smile decorates his face and you giggle at how shy he looks.

Until his demeanour switches again and he’s back to where he was a minute ago.

“So, sweetheart, I would love nothing more than to fuck you, if you allow me to,” he whispers, a wink following.

“Ji– you’re such a romantic.”

In an instant, he teases your entrance by aligning the tip of his cock where you need him the most. Jisung takes his time with you, smearing the glistening precum over your folds. 

It’s indescribable, how it feels when he slides in for the first time, all while looking down at you with hooded eyes, before he asks, “You good, angel?”

Han Jisung, you will be the death of me.

“P-Perfect, please, keep going,” you tell him once you’ve adjusted to his size. He starts slow, knowing otherwise he won't be able to continue for long if he starts with a fast pace as well. After all, that’s all he’s been dreaming of since he’s got paired in this dorm apartment with you and it’s all he’s imagined all these nights alone in his room.

“F-Feels so good, Ji– you’re so good at this,” you compliment him. His lips come in contact with yours and you moan against him, when he hits that spot inside you, pounding into you at a satisfying speed by now.

“F-Fuck, say my name, just like that, baby, such a good slut for me,” Jisung orders and praises at once and you can’t help but crave more of him. It’s a moment of completeness and you wish time would stand still, allowing you to stay in it forever.

“Jisung– please,” is all you’re able to let out and every syllable that follows after turns into mindless babbling. He’s turned you into a moaning mess by now and the fact his fingers have traveled between your legs, brushing over your clit, doesn’t make it any easier.

His groaning fills the room, echoing through the apartment for the whole building to hear, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is to make you crumble underneath him, help you reach that sweet relief again before he wants to mark you as yours in the most intimate way possible. 

Incomprehensible sounds leave your mouth, a pathetic attempt of speaking to him all while your brain is far gone, completely possessed by the sensation of his cock filling you to the brim. “Have I fucked my pretty baby dumb, huh?” Jisung asks, rather rhetorically.

A giggle escapes your lips, as your eyelids flutter shut at the pleasure he’s granting you and faster than you’re able to realise, your body is already preparing for your climax.

Of course, the man on top of you senses it without hesitation, “Look at you, you’re such a slut for my cock, would have never expected that.”

“Jisung, please–“ you cry out, begging for nothing in particular but he knows what you need right now.

That’s why he picks up his pace, thrusting sharply into you at a merciless speed, “Angel, who’s making you feel that good, hm? Keep your eyes open– I want you to look at me when you cum, so your brain will always remember who you belong to.”

To your surprise, you somehow still manage to follow suit, your gaze glued on his face, when your orgasm rushes through your whole body. Curses and a chain of Jisung’s name are slipping out of your mouth, as your whole body is shaking. You hear his praises in the distance, the repetition of calling you his good girl, as you let the feeling take over your body.

Whilst he is helping you ride out your high, you still allow him to rail you into oblivion, knowing he's close himself. Jisung has been withstanding it for so long, almost too long, but when you walls clench around his cock, he can’t help it and cums inside you, white spurts seeping into you, mixing together with your own liquids.

He collapses on top of you but still watches out in order not to hurt you, before he slowly pulls out, as the juices leak out of you. The mattress shifts, when he lays down next to you for a second.

When Jisung has made sure he’s breathing at a normal rate again, he wastes no time in cleaning you up, bringing you fresh clothes and tugging you under the covers while he joins you. 

“You’re not as annoying as I thought, you know?” You tell him, your fingers playing with his hair.

“No, I can be pretty annoying but now you finally know a way to shut me up, just in case,” he says.

Thesis: He likes you.

Thesis confirmed.

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