Innies Is My Favourite!

Innies is my favourite!

Wanting to go to the Barbie movie with Stray kids

(Happy Barbie movie premiere day)

Pairing: ot8xreader

Genre: fluff, crack

My first set of texts of this account 🫶🏻 hope y’all liked them

It's a bad idea, right? (01)

*ೃ༄ pairing: han jisung x fem!reader.

*ೃ༄ genre: college!au, brother's best friend & 3racha Jisung (yes he is his own genre lol), y/n is Minho's slightly younger sister, childhood friends to lovers, slow burn, angst, fluff, drama, my attempt at humor.

*ೃ༄ word count: 11k.

*ೃ༄ summary: The Lee siblings' rule was simple: don’t flirt, kiss, sleep, or even dare to think about dating the other sibling’s friends. Pretty straightforward stuff, right? No matter how ridiculous that rule sounds now, both of you respected it religiously for years, being one of the main reasons your relationship remained as strong as it did for so long. But, what happens when your brother decides to break it on a random Friday night, at a frat party, with one of your closest friends? You decide to take revenge, of course. And what better way to do it than with the help of his precious best friend, Han Jisung, whom you’ve been crushing on since forever?

*ೃ༄ warnings: cursing, suggestive themes, jealousy, sexual tension, drinking and smoking (weed and tobacco), a lot of unresolved issues (mostly on y/n's part).

♡. a/n: i've waited all week to post this omg ghdfj. this first part is a bit long so make sure to get comfy before reading! <3 there's a lot happening but tbh, it's only scratching the surface of what i actually have planned for this fic. i really hope you enjoy it nonetheless! please let me know what you think!! <3

If there was one thing everyone and their mothers knew about you was how much you adored your older brother, Minho. Reliable, patient and overall, one of the coolest people on Earth – these were the words pre-teen Y/n used to describe her brother in the first-ever essay she wrote in middle school. Sure, that didn’t grant her an impressive grade back then, but Minho liked it so much that he carried it around in his wallet for a few months afterwards. Just like he used to carry one of the embarrassing drawings you did of him in kindergarten, eyes lighting up every chance he got to proudly show it off to someone, despite your whining and groaning. To be honest, Minho was more like an embarrassing dad than your actual father and his actions proved that every day.

But, going down memory lane, you wouldn’t change him for the world.

Sure, your brother wasn’t much older than you, just by two years, but he has always taken his role as the older sibling very seriously. Beating up your bullies, chasing away annoying ex-boyfriends and making fun of an ugly haircut you cried yourself to sleep over were just a few of the many things Minho has done for you over the years. If there was one thing he constantly did, is always have your back no matter what. And you couldn’t be more thankful for getting a brother like him, even if he annoyed the fuck out of you sometimes.

But unfortunately, this isn’t a story of sibling love and devotion.

“Minho, what the fuck are you doing?!”

When your voice reaches his ears, he pulls away from the girl, visibly annoyed at being interrupted as she chases after his lips, wanting more, not yet noticing you. She, being one of your closest friends, that was currently sucking face with your brother. Your stupid brother who wasn’t allowed to cross the line of friendship with any of your friends, ever, but still did it anyway. And by the look on his face, he wasn’t sorry in the slightest.

Wiping at his lips shamelessly, Minho’s eyes meet yours as calm and nonchalant as always. “Y/n, what if I was naked? Do you not think before barging into random rooms at parties?”

Hearing your name, the girl finally looks up and her face flushes in embarrassment. Quickly grabbing her discarded shirt, she doesn’t bother putting it back on and instead runs off without looking at either of you. Well, at least someone has some shame left.

The door slams behind her and the loud music from downstairs is finally muffled enough for you to be able to hear your thoughts. As expected, Minho doesn’t even move from his place on the bed, nor does he look after the girl whose mouth was devouring his mere minutes ago. His careless nature doesn’t get your admiration this time but your quickly rising anger.

“Do you not think before shoving your tongue down someone’s throat?” you bite back, crossing your arms as a frown settles on your face.

He shrugs, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “I sure do. Just not with my brain if you know what I –“

“Minho, that was my friend!”

That shuts him up instantly, but not before letting out a big sigh and falling back on the many pillows scattered around. Seungmin owes you big time for stopping this guy from having sex on his very bed.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” You’re fuming by this point, annoyed at your stupid brother and his stupid face. Walking towards him, you then grab a pillow and start hitting him with it without caring where it lands.

He’s taken aback by your outburst so you manage to hit him in the face a couple of times before he raises his arms to block your attacks. “How was I supposed to know that?! You’re friends with half the campus, Y/n! I had no idea!”

“Liar!”

You see, normal siblings wouldn’t get into a fight over something like this. However, you and Minho were just…crazy at times, plain and simple. But your strangeness isn’t the reason for your argument, for once.

When you were younger, back in your first year of high school, Minho came up with this brilliant ‘rule’ that’s been in place until now. You pinky promised each other (since he insisted) that you would never date or hook up with the other’s friends to avoid making things awkward and uncomfortable when the relationship came to an end. Plain and simple – that was the Lee siblings' rule. Something you’ve struggled so much to follow over the years just for your stupid brother to break in less than 30 minutes of arriving at a party just because he couldn’t keep it in his pants.

But what’s making you see red right now is the feelings you’ve had to bottle up all of those years, all the sleepless nights teenage Y/n spent crying and daydreaming of an impossible future with the guy Minho didn’t allow her to get to know on a deeper level. All to satisfy his own selfish wishes. It wasn’t fair and it’s never been, so he deserves your wrath.

“Okay, okay,” Having had enough, he catches the pillow and throws it to the side before grabbing your wrists in case you wanted to go for one of the other five on the bed, “okay! I’m sorry! Can we just pretend nothing happened and go downstairs and have fun, please?”

You scoff, letting out a small laugh in disbelief. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Pretend nothing happened and be all sunshine and rainbows like you didn’t just break one of our biggest promises!”

Yeah, the silly Lee siblings’ rule was a big deal, but not as big as some of your other promises. Like the one you made when you were ten years old and he twelve, after a big fight that ended in you both ignoring each other for days. As you cried in his arms, you promised to never let anything get between you – to always work everything out and not let it damage your relationship.

Yeah, looks like that won’t happen anytime soon.

You see his eyes soften as he lets go of your wrists, scooting towards the end of the bed. “I’m sorry, Y/n. You know I didn’t mean it.”

Shaking your head, you turn your back to him and start walking off, giving up. “Whatever. I’ve had enough of you for tonight.”

And that’s the last time you spoke to your brother.

Okay, to be fair, it’s been like two days since that party but still. You’ve been doing a good job of ignoring him so far, you bet even he was proud of your perseverance.

At least you can count on your brother to always be proud of you because right now, your best friend certainly wasn’t.

“You want to do what?!”

Felix’s voice resonates throughout the empty apartment, the volume prompting you to make yourself even smaller on his couch. Standing up, the look he gives you is full of disbelief with a slice of good old disappointment and that almost crushes you on the spot. Good thing Felix’s outbursts are never that serious.

“Hear me out.” You try to defuse the situation with a pleading look, resorting to the puppy eyes.

He shakes his head with a sigh, exhaling deeply as he moves to sit on the coffee table in front of you, resting his elbows on his knees and bringing his hands together.

“I’ve been hearing you out since you got here, but go on. What other nonsense do you have to say?”

You frown but he doesn’t react at all, ignoring your antics. “Nonsense? You don’t even know what I want to say!”

“You want to use Han Jisung to get back at your brother.”

For a moment, neither of you says anything else, opting to just stare at the other until one inevitably gives in and this random staring contest ends. The silence stretches on but it’s not uncomfortable, it never is with Felix. It is, however, unusual. So out of the blue that you don’t mind being the loser for once.

“Why do you say his name like that?” You finally let out, raising an eyebrow.

“Like what?” He tilts his head to the side cutely and your heart flutters.

“Like it’s an insult. Like it makes you physically sick.”

“Oh, because it does.”

Your eyes widen.

“Felix!”

“Y/n.”

You shake your head, not believing your ears. To be fair, Felix has never been Jisung’s biggest fan, for reasons you’re well aware of, but he’s also never been so open about his dislike towards him before. It didn’t feel right. Your best friend, sunshine embodied, liked everyone. Okay, maybe not everyone, but every single one of your friends at least. Him disliking Jisung, the guy you grew up with and also have been crushing on since forever felt like a punch in the face.

You frown, not being able to control your facial expressions as you look up into his eyes. “Don’t be like this, Lix.”

With another sigh, Felix leans back on his hands and closes his eyes, defeated. “What do you want to do?”

There’s no stopping the smile that gradually makes its way on your face, nor the sparkle in your eye. “Play pretend, of course. I’ll trick Minho into thinking we’re dating by being super obnoxious when he’s around.”

He opens one eye. “That’s all?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Yep! It’s a great plan, right? Minho will totally lose his goddamn mind when he sees his best friend with me!”

However, Felix doesn’t seem convinced. “Is this why you’re doing this? Because of Minho?”

“Uh, duh! Have you not been listening to my rant for the past 45 minutes?”

“Yeah?” He checks again, sitting up straight and opening his eyes. “Or are you doing this because of your crush on Jisung? Because you feel like you can finally act on those ‘forbidden’ feelings?”

Your face feels warmer but you don’t respond – don’t confirm nor deny his hypothesis. As always, he’s able to read you like the back of his hand even when you, yourself, aren’t sure of the reasons for your actions. Minho made you angry; you feel betrayed. But is this all that’s prompting your behavior?

Until you’re able to finally admit some things to yourself, you won’t know.

But Felix doesn’t need to know that either. Admitting he might be right will cause his head to get abnormally big and explode all over his plush new carpet and Hyunjin will kill you. That you were sure of. Contrary to popular belief, a pretty boy’s wrath wasn’t pretty at all.

“Let me have my fun, Felix, please.” You plead, jutting out your bottom lip in a hopefully cute and heart-melting pout.

Shaking his head, Felix stands up and starts walking towards the kitchen. “You’ll do it even if I agree or not, so knock yourself out.”

There’s no time for celebrating before he suddenly turns to face you again, no hint of amusement or lightheartedness on his freckled face.

“Just don’t say I didn’t warn you when Han Jisung inevitably breaks your heart and you’re left struggling to put it back together.”

Delightful. Such a positive presence in your life this best friend of yours.

Letting the words marinate in your head overnight, you spend the rest of the day with Felix, watching romcoms and seeing who can keep it together and not burst into tears the longest. You, unsurprisingly, win.

The very next day is when your plan is finally put into action.

You were sure now, there was no better way of getting back at your brother than this. Employing the help of his childhood best friend, who’s been off-limits and out of reach for the majority of your life was bound to ruffle some of his feathers. Han Jisung, the man you’ve fantasized about calling your own for as long as you can remember. Minho was going to lose his mind while hopefully, his best friend was going to make you lose yours in a very, very enjoyable way – it was a win-win situation, really.

And despite Felix’s warnings, you were excited. Playing with fire has always sounded so fun, you couldn’t wait to see what all the fuss was about.

So, sticking to the plan, you texted said best friend and in less than an hour, had Felix drop you off at the little home studio his group, 3racha, called their own. Little was an understatement since this studio was at Changbin’s house and the guy was loaded, living in a mansion that still intimidated you with its size alone. Luckily, you’ve been here before, at one of his parties, with Minho so you saved yourself the embarrassment of getting lost on the way.

3racha was a three-man rap group consisting of Christopher, Changbin and Jisung, hence the name. In the beginning, back in high school, nobody seemed to take them too seriously but now, they were booked and busy almost every night performing at different clubs throughout the city. Seeing their popularity first-hand had been mind-blowing, leaving you a bit starstruck until the end of their set but it was also eye-opening. The girls in the audience made sure of that.

It showed you another side of Jisung, one you didn’t get to see growing up – one that was the complete opposite of his usual, laid-back, almost shy self. You would be lying if you said it didn’t intrigue you, or turn you on, but it also had the same effect on the people that came to see them perform every night.

The difference between you and them was that when he got off the stage, they got to act on those urges, while you didn’t. They ended the day in his bed while you went home and punched your pillow with tears in your eyes until you fell asleep. It was pathetic but it will all end today.

Knocking on the big double doors, you were greeted by who you believed was a maid. After stating your business, a two-minute conversation in which you didn’t stutter once, she moved to let you in before helping you get downstairs, to the basement. Playing with fire was one thing – but possibly getting murdered in a basement was something you really didn’t want to experience. God, who the fuck hangs out in a basement?

Your question was answered the moment you stepped in and the smell of smoke and weed enveloped all of your senses, causing you to cough and your eyes to water. Oh my god, what did you get yourself into?

Honestly speaking, you were expecting this. They were kids with money, after all, running around in a business that was dark and fucked up, where you either were corrupted or, did the corrupting. You were aware of this, of the way Jisung lived his life but you tended to forget about this side of his when he was constantly being a menace at your house, screaming and playing video games with Minho.

This was the Jisung you liked, after all. The cute guy next door who always made you laugh and occasionally drove you to school back in high school, making all of your friends jealous. Was that side of him all an act? Or was it this one?

Three heads look up as the door opens, and Jisung is the first one to greet you, but not before he takes another drag of a strange-looking joint.

“Hello, sweetheart. Missed me already?” He smirks as he exhales the smoke and you can’t help but roll your eyes, hoping that your body language doesn’t betray the way your heart flutters at the nickname. To him, you were never just ‘Y/n’. Since high school, it was always sweetheart, doll, or as of recently, baby, never Y/n. He’s given you so many nicknames over the years that at some point, you began to think he’s actually just forgotten your name and was too embarrassed to admit it. You wouldn’t put this past Han Jisung. You wouldn’t put anything past him, he was too unpredictable.

“Hi, Y/n. What brings you to my humble abode?” Changbin greets you with a smile, ruffling your hair as you walk past him to get to Jisung sitting in front of a big desk, laptop in his lap. You smile back, giving him a quick hug before high-fiving Chris once you're close enough, making sure to avoid the cigar in his hand.

Changbin’s humble abode was, as expected, not humble at all. The basement was huge, with multiple rooms from what you could tell at first glance, with their studio alone being the size of both yours and Minho’s rooms combined. Fancy equipment, mics, laptops and instruments were scattered everywhere, with cans of energy drinks, crumpled paper and notebooks. It was a mess, but in a comforting way, if it made sense. It looked lived in and not like a pigsty, despite the numerous ashtrays, cigs and weed in the back. You might've liked this room if it weren’t for the smell.

Once you get closer, Jisung puts aside his laptop and joint and opens his arms. “Come here, sweetness.”

You hesitate for a moment, looking between Chan and Changbin who barely notice your exchange before complying and hugging him, making sure to not linger in his strong arms. Then, you settle on the big, brown couch by the wall, opposite him.

“So, what’s burning? Your texts were very vague.” He continues, putting out his cig.

You get straight to the point, making yourself comfortable. “I need help with something.”

“And you want Ji to be your knight in shining armor?” Changbin snorts, shaking his head while Chan only chuckles and continues typing on the laptop before him. “I thought you were smarter than that, Y/n.”

Jisung turns to face him in his chair, throwing the opened notebook on his desk at his standing figure a few feet apart. As expected, Changbin catches it without much trouble and begins scolding him in a loud voice.

Looking up from his place at one of the three desks, Chan ignores their antics and gives you his undivided attention. “What happened?”

In another universe, you would totally have a crush on Christopher. He’s sweet, kind and overall, the perfect gentleman in your eyes and everyone else’s really. Unfortunately, in this universe, you’re stuck crushing on the biggest red flag in the room, Han Jisung. Life really wasn’t fair.

Trying to contain your anger at the mere memory of your brother, you answer simply. “Minho.”

That gets Jisung’s attention again, head wiping around in your direction. “Your brother? Did you guys fight again?”

You shake your head. “Of course. But that’s not the main problem here.”

“Then?”

All the members of 3racha are now intrigued, waiting for you to speak and fill them in, patiently. With a sigh and little to no hesitation, you look Jisung in the eyes, suddenly serious, which causes him to raise an eyebrow and scoot closer to you in his chair.

“Do you remember that rule Minho and I set in place back when I started high school?”

He’s quiet, deep in thought for a moment before it comes to him and he snaps his fingers like he just made the biggest discovery for humankind. “That dumb rule which forbade either of you to hook up with the other’s friends?”

You nod, and you can see Chan and Changbin being completely lost in the background. Makes sense since they weren’t around back then, nor were they ever that close to Minho to know about something so stupid that’s cockblocked you for as long as you could remember.

It feels kind of ironic coming to Jisung of all people to complain about what Minho did when he’s the reason behind the ‘rule’ in the first place. To prevent you from acting on your feelings back when Minho found out about your crush on his best friend, he came up with this rule that basically stated that neither of you was allowed to flirt, kiss, date or fuck any of the other’s friends. As a hormonal teenage girl, you were devastated but then as time went on, that godforsaken rule helped you in more ways than you’d like to admit. It cleared out all of the fake people in your life who only befriended you for a chance at your brother’s heart while for him, it eliminated the possibility of conflict in his friend group. All’s well that ends well.

Until it wasn’t. Until today.

“What about it, sweetheart?” The velvety voice you’ve come to love calls out to you gently, dark eyes softening when he notices the frown on your face.

“Wait a second.” Changbin chimes in, walking closer to you two. “What the fuck kind of rule is that?”

Jisung rolls his eyes, not appreciating the fact that your conversation was interrupted. “Shut up and let Y/n speak, ass.”

They start to bicker like little kids, all in good fun, but your mood only gets worse. Noticing, Chan clears his throat and speaks louder, to drown them out. “Did Minho break the rule?”

Again, a complete gentleman.

The two get quiet instantly and Changbin gasps, surprised, in his dramatic manner. Jisung’s attention is yours again and he stands, coming to sit next to you on the couch in case you need comforting. He’s known you for half your life, after all, it’s like second nature to him.

Letting out a big sigh, you nod once again. “Yes, he did. I caught him making out with one of my close friends, of all people! Can you believe this?! Who does he even think he is?”

The questions are all addressed to Jisung whose eyes widen gradually when he notices your anger, immediately shaking his head. Looks like he also didn’t see this coming, nor did Minho tell him anything. Perfect. That makes him easier to win over.

You continue. “To be honest, it’s not even about the fact that he kissed her! What pisses me off is the hypocrisy, the nerve!”

“For years all he did was blabber on and on about how his friends are off limits, that I shouldn’t even think about getting closer to any of them!”

They all nod at your every word, so in sync it makes them look like three little bobblehead dolls. Kind of creepy but strangely cute at the same time.

Changbin is the first one to snap out of it and speak, this new information having him too invested to take a seat. “So does that mean…” he trails off in the middle of his sentence, a big smirk stretching across his features, “you’ve had a crush on one of us?”

You feel your face getting warmer under their piercing stares and suddenly, Jisung’s proximity feels suffocating. The centimetres between your bodies feel nonexistent as you realize how easy it is to just reach out and hold his hand, hug him or do all of those things you’re always daydreaming about. Minho broke the rule that caused you to hold back and bottle up all of your feelings, how long until you finally snap and let it all out to the surface?

Then, like he just had the same epiphany as you, Jisung closes the distance between your bodies and slings an arm around your shoulders casually, your skin burning pleasantly at the touch.

“Hey, hey, let’s not make the girl uncomfortable now.” He sends a glare Changbin’s way before quickly turning back to you, leaning closer to your face and lowering his voice. “But it’s me, right, baby? You’ve had a cute, innocent teenage crush on me?”

Oh, if only he knew how much that crush developed over the years. It flourished and bloomed into something you still wonder how you managed to keep at bay for so long. And your fantasies were far from innocent.

Trying to calm your pounding heart, you do your best to ignore him and act as normal as possible but he still catches the way you swallow thickly. That causes him to smirk and back off, satisfied his teasing got a reaction out of you. “You guys realize Minho has other friends too, right?”

You see Chan lighting up another cigarette as Changbin scoffs, crossing his arms. “So, what, you’re telling me you’ve had a crush on one of his boring little dancer friends?”

You shrug, Jisung’s arm heavy around you. “Why not? Hyunjin is hot as hell.”

Chan raises an eyebrow, exhaling the smoke in his lungs. “Hyunjin has a girlfriend.”

“Exactly!” you respond a bit too quickly, surprising them all. “And if it weren’t for Minho’s big ass mouth that could have been me! ME!”

Complete silence follows your statement for a solid minute before Jisung snorts, which prompts Changbin to burst out laughing and Chan to giggle cutely. Great, now they’re all laughing at you. You have half a mind to hide your face in Jisung’s chest when he pulls away and stands up, leaving you completely flabbergasted.

Once his laughter dies down, Changbin, now sitting next to you, tries again. “What about Felix?”

You can’t help but frown, confused, before turning to him. “What about him? Felix is my best friend.”

“Exactly.”

He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, almost making you gag as images of you and Felix doing anything other than innocent, platonic things invade your mind. What the fuck is Changbin getting at here? Does he want to see you get sick all over his expensive equipment? Because you will, but he won’t be pleased.

Most likely taking pity on you, Jisung chimes in. “Leave her alone, Bin. If they were to have feelings for each other, they would have been a couple already.”

Chan nods, but that’s when you realize he is already back in his own world, headphones firmly in place while he types away, absorbed in his work. Fortunately, Changbin gives up easily and ruffles your hair before standing up, putting an end to the uncomfortable conversation.

Your eyes fly to Jisung once again just in time to see him put on his jacket, sending a wink your way when your gazes meet.

“Come on, let’s get some fresh air, sweetheart.”

Well, he doesn’t have to tell you twice.

You leave Chan and Changbin to their work and follow Jisung up the stairs until you get to a small balcony in a hallway, all white stone, tall pillars and marble that make you feel like a hopeless princess trapped in a big, haunted castle. Haunted but breathtaking castle, with a view of the modern driveway in which you recognize Jisung’s sleek car.

Once outside, he takes a deep breath of the fresh air before pulling out another cig and lighting it almost instantly.

“So,” he says once he takes a drag, exhaling the smoke out in the open without sparing you a glance, “what do you want to do?”

You weren’t one for smoking but Jisung made it look so beautiful and enticing. The way his lips puckered around the stick, how he exhaled deeply through his nose when talking to you while the sun rays caressed his smooth skin, longer hair staying perfectly in place despite the wind. He was beautiful. He’s always been beautiful but now it felt like you were truly seeing him for the first time. Seeing all of him, with the good and bad.

His gaze moves to yours as he leans on the railing, ever so patient and you clear your throat, trying to act like you weren’t just caught up in another daydream.

“Help me get back at Minho.”

Both of his bleached eyebrows raise in surprise, clearly not expecting the turn this conversation took. It’s silly, and childish – plotting against your brother at this age but if there is one person that would never judge you, Han Jisung is the first that comes to mind. You feel comfortable around him, like you can be yourself without holding back despite the crush that’s been torturing you for years. You don’t know what spell he’s got you under but frankly, you don’t really care right now.

“How?” He’s curious and a bit amused as the corners of his mouth turn upwards slightly around the cigarette.

Suddenly, you realize you haven’t thought so far ahead. Sure, you know exactly what you want to do but how are you going to tell him about it without making sure he wasn’t going to laugh in your face? Birds of a feather flock together and him and Minho were best friends – Jisung was going to tease the fuck out of you if you fumbled it now.

Shallowing down your nerves, you mumble under your breath.

Confused, he gets closer. “What?”

Your voice gets a tiny bit louder, but still not enough for him to make out the words.

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart.”

With a huff, you hope he can’t make out how embarrassed you are or how your voice shakes. “By pretending we’re hooking up in front of him.”

Jisung blinks, absentmindedly throwing his smoke out the balcony before a laugh bubbles out of him, one so clear and childlike it pulls at your heartstrings hard.

“Wait, so that’s your big master plan? Fooling Minho into thinking we’re fucking?”

You shrug, putting some hair behind your ear as you turn to look at the view. “Pretty much, yeah. You’re his best friend. Seeing me latch my claws into you is bound to upset him in some way or another.”

“That’s hot.” He breathes out, lightly biting down on his bottom lip as he stares at your side profile. “Forget Minho, you can latch your claws into me anytime you want, beautiful.”

This time, you’re the one who can’t help but laugh and he joins in seconds later, turning your whole body towards him. “Shut up, Ji. So, are you going to help me, or not?”

Rubbing his chin, he pretends to think about it while his smile fades gradually. “That depends, pretty. What’s in it for me? I can’t be expected to put my ass on the line without getting anything in return, now, can I?”

You frown. “What do you want?”

He comes closer but still respects your personal bubble. “I hope you know your brother will beat my ass when he sees us together.”

“You can take him.”

He laughs, throwing his head back like a child. “Believe me, we train together. I know what he’s capable of. Minho will break my neck for putting a hand on his baby sister.”

You roll your eyes, properly annoyed by now. “Whatever. Just answer the question.”

“I’ll think about it. Come to my gig tonight and we’ll talk more then, yeah, doll?” Jisung smiles so prettily, it’s almost enough to convince you of giving him everything he’d ever ask for.

“Is this your way of getting me to come just so you can show off, Ji?”

He winks, finally stepping back. “Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. You’ll have to come and see for yourself, baby.”

And who are you to refuse an invitation from J.one himself?

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Tonight’s show comes quicker than you would have liked but you still manage to pull yourself together just enough to hopefully blow Han Jisung’s mind when he sees you. Enough to have him up on stage, so mesmerized that he forgets all of his lyrics and tumbles down the steps to get to you faster, to never let you go. So enthralled –

“Earth to Y/n?”

Felix waves his hand in front of your face and manages to pull you away from your delusions, slight concern written on his features. “You good?”

“Oh, Lix, I’m great!” You try to conceal your excitement but as expected, it doesn’t work since everyone could see you buzzing from a mile away. Especially Felix that was sitting right next to you in the driver’s seat. “Are you ready?”

“No.” You roll your eyes at his predictable answer, brushing away his grumpiness as you both take off your seatbelts at the same time. “But let’s go. The faster we go in, the faster we get out.”

“You know this isn’t how it works, right?” He’s silent, giving you both time to get out of the car.  “The show won’t start any sooner than scheduled just because you demand it.”

He’s the one who rolls his eyes now, mumbling something under his breath before walking ahead without even looking back at you.

“Lix! Wait for me!”

Felix, for all the years you’ve known him, has never been so against doing something in his life. Sure, you understand his dislike towards Jisung and his group but since he was accompanying you tonight, you thought he would be a bit happier. You had no idea what beef they might have, these two, but maybe you can finally clear the air tonight.

He slows down as he hears you approach, holding out his hand which you grasp gladly. “Come on, Seungmin and Jeongin are inside already.”

Not like you could spot them anyway since the moment you stepped into the club, you realized how packed it actually was. You knew 3racha was getting big, but not this big. The chatter was as loud as the music, bodies pressed together in hopes of getting more room and the heat was unbearable. The venue was big but most of the people were still hanging around the entrance, blocking your access to the stage and at the same time, Jisung. The flashing lights were already making your eyes feel tired, so you let Felix lead you through the mass of partygoers, walking in like he owned the place straight to the table Seungmin and your other friends rented for the night. What would you do without him?

Perish, most likely.

“Hey, you made it!” Jeongin is the first to welcome you, pushing past your other friends to hug you both. “I was afraid you wouldn’t find us among the craziness.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t have but Felix is a walking navigation system.” You both laugh and Felix, despite rolling his eyes, chuckles too.

“Who knew your boyfriend was this popular?” Seungmin joins in the chatter, high-fiving Felix and thinking he could get away with only patting your back in greeting. Ignoring his comment, for the time being, you don’t let him move away without throwing your arms around his neck and bringing him into a hug, which makes him groan in fake annoyance.

Jeongin and Seungmin have been by your side for as long as you can remember. Along with Felix, you were lucky enough to have two other amazing best friends who had your back no matter what, sticking with you through thick and thin. However, unlike Felix, they were actually on board with you developing a relationship with Jisung, with Seungmin encouraging it every chance he got. But Seungmin wasn’t such a reliable source of support in the matter since he basically lived to annoy your brother, his misery being his joy. They were like cats and dogs, doing everything and anything to make the other’s life hard in some way or another. It was entertaining, you weren’t going to lie, but it also made it harder for you to tell if he actually supported the idea wholeheartedly or did it just to piss Minho off. The world may never know.

“Come, sit with me.” Jeongin grabs your hand and drags you to sit next to him in the booth. Felix takes a seat opposite you and after greeting everyone else, Jeongin leans down to whisper in your ear. “Jisung came by earlier, looking for you.”

“Really?” Your eyes widen, pulling back to look at his face to make sure he isn’t playing you.

He laughs at your disbelief before pulling you back down to make himself heard over the loud music. “Yeah. He was a bit disappointed when we told him you weren’t here yet, probably thought you were a no-show.”

Your heart drops for a moment, suddenly feeling bad you didn’t get here sooner. Was he that eager to see you? But that makes no sense. Did he think you were going to bring Minho? Yeah, that’s probably it.

Oblivious to your inner turmoil, Jeongin continues. “He bought us these drinks, too. Though I’m sure they’re more for you than anyone else, to be honest.”

You begin scanning the table that was already overflowing with shots and bottles of liquor, champagne and even water. Jisung spent all this money on you? You?! That can’t be right…

Looking up, your eyes search Felix’s but for once, he’s too busy laughing at something Seungmin and your other friends are telling him to notice your distress. Turning back to Jeongin, you ask.

“Have you seen him since?”

He nods and points somewhere over your booth. “He’s right there by the stage.”

You try to spot him from your seat, standing up to get a better look before you hear Changbin’s loud and infectious laugh, which helps you see them instantly. With a quick promise of your return, you exit the booth and follow the sound of his voice to the stage, pushing and elbowing people out of your way without a care in the world. You were a woman on a mission and nothing and nobody was going to stop you from getting what you want tonight. You’ve been patient enough already, you deserve this.

Finally reaching the stage, you get a good look at the members of 3racha, all three surrounded by fans and other people eager for a chance at their attention. Chan and Changbin were on opposite sides of the stage, chatting away while Jisung was right in the middle. When your eyes fall on him, however, you can’t help but frown as you get closer, ignoring all the glares sent your way as some people begin muttering under their breath.

As expected, Jisung wasn’t alone nor did he have any time to get lonely. All around him, there were girls and boys, fluttering their eyelashes, playing with their hair and stepping on each other’s toes just to have him spare them a second glance. Jisung was beautiful, we’ve already established that, but that same beauty suddenly reminded you of the reason you didn’t attend their performances that often.

At the end of every gig, Jisung liked to take a lucky fan or two back to his dressing room, hotel, or wherever they were staying at the moment. This was a known fact since all three of the boys did it, but still, it didn’t make you any less uncomfortable. But as much as you hated it, you couldn’t help but wonder, if the circumstances of your relationship were different, would he also pick you? Would he find you attractive enough to take you back to his place and have his way with you?

“Y/n, you made it!

Changbin’s voice helps you return to the moment at hand, his loud voice causing everyone around them to turn and stare at you curiously. That also includes Jisung, whose eyes light up as you finally reach him.

Changbin comes to your side for a brief hug before he’s pulled away by some girls while Chan shoots you a warm smile and lazy wave from afar, too caught up in his conversation to come over.

Jisung doesn’t move, and that helps you notice the arm he has wrapped around a girl, presumably a groupie if the hungry look she gives him is anything to go by. Oh great, he’s already taken his pick for tonight. You were going to be sick.

When your eyes move back to meet his, you find him already staring at you and your heart stops as you quickly realize he noticed your staring. He smirks, all smug and way too sexy in his stupid black and white string shirt, with his hair done up nicely. It’s been a few hours since you’ve last seen each other but Jisung looked like another person, the slightly smudged eyeliner and faint color on his lips making him look like a proper celebrity.

“I thought you backed out, pretty.” He finally speaks, leaning back against the stage. “I’m glad I was wrong.”

You ignore all the stares from the people around him and cross your arms, speaking louder over the music. “And why would I back out?”

Jisung shrugs. “Yongbok is a bad influence on you.”

The irony of the situation almost has you bursting out in laughter, the all too familiar words making you experience déjà vu. Felix has said the same thing about Jisung numerous times, so hearing him say them back was hilarious to you. These two had much more in common than they liked to admit.

Shaking your head, you uncross your arms. “We should talk.”

He nods and the little crowd of groupies parts before him, the sight creepier and more unsettling than it should be. Was Jisung running a little cult on the side you were unaware of? Because if so, you were ready to run back to Felix and admit he was right in a heartbeat.

Jisung doesn’t seem phased as he leans down to whisper something to the girl in his arms, something funny apparently since she giggles and meekly slaps his chest in response. You don’t try to hide the exasperated look on your face even as he gets closer and grabs your hand to drag you away, and that causes his smile to turn into a cheeky smirk. He’s enjoying this – of course, he is.

You walk past Changbin, who’s still talking with the girls from before as Jisung leads you by the hand somewhere to his right, to a more secluded area. His hand in yours is soft and slightly cold, the big, silver rings adorning his fingers causing a pleasant shiver to run down your spine. You’re stuck staring at the back of his head for a few minutes and that’s when you finally notice a dark undercut he certainly wasn’t sporting that afternoon. The sight makes you weak in the knees, and you have to control the sudden urge to run your nails over the freshly cut hair. Oh, he went all out for this performance.

How did he know the undercut was your favorite?

Opening a door that clearly states ‘dressing room #1’, he lets you enter first before following and closing it behind him, finally silencing the loud chatter and music from outside. There, you lose the comfort of his hand as he plops down on the rugged-down, brown couch that’s pushed against the far wall with a sigh.

“Have a seat, sweetie.” He breathes out, reaching up to run his hands through his hair before he seems to remember it's all pretty and decides against it.

You do, but on the chair that’s in front of the lit-up vanity, turning it around to face him. The room is tiny, filled with makeup and some of Jisung’s more casual clothes, his guitar and pack of cigs and the smell of his cologne that floats around everywhere. It’s a bit intimidating, being alone with him in such a constricting place but you have to admit that’s part of the thrill of finally playing with the fire he ignites in you.

There’s no beating around the bush now. “So, Ji. Are you going to help me?”

“Wait, you were serious?” He blinks, sitting up straight. “Sweetheart, I had you wait until tonight to have this conversation again because I thought you would come to your senses.”

Your eyes widen, a bit offended by his last comment. “What? Why would you even think that I’m joking?!”

There’s a pause before he responds, voice quieter. “I didn’t really believe you would come to me of all people for help.”

The vulnerability hidden behind that statement has you opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water, completely taken aback. He sounds so fragile and insecure, a sight so out of the ordinary for you who’s always only seen his confident and laidback side.

It makes you want to hug him, reassure and hold him in your arms. So, finally free from the burden of Minho’s promise, you actually do.

Standing up, you close the small distance between you both and sit down next to him on the couch before tentatively wrapping your arms around his neck. When he doesn’t protest or pull away, you bring him closer.

“And why wouldn’t I?” you whisper and you feel him relax in your embrace, wrapping one of his own arms around your middle. “I trust you a lot, Ji.”

“You do?”

“Of course,” his hold on you tightens and the butterflies in your stomach start to choke you up, needing the release, “I’ve known you for half my life, after all. You’re my go-to troublemaker.”

Finally, he laughs, pulling away slightly to look at your face. “God, you’re so cheesy.”

“Only for you, baby.” You wink and he breaks the embrace for good, visibly cringing but still laughing.

His laugh had always been one of your favorite sounds, instantly bringing a smile to your face no matter the circumstances. Wanting to hear it a bit more, you continue, crossing your arms with a pout.

“This is how you sound every time you talk to me! Now you know how it feels.”

He raises an eyebrow as his smile fades and he suddenly comes closer in a swift motion, the couch dipping lightly when he invades your personal space. “Sorry, baby.” His voice is low and the proximity causes your heart rate to pick up significantly. “Let me make it up to you.”

You can’t speak, breathe, or think for several moments as he remains there, giving you this smouldering look you’ve seen him only use on stage. You’re left standing there looking at him, mouth agape as your brain screams at you to pull yourself together, to not give him the satisfaction of seeing the effect he has on you. His eyes scan your face, almost like he is memorizing your features but at the same time, not lingering on anything for too long or giving you a glimpse into his intricate mind.

Has time stopped, why isn’t he pulling away?!

“See, it’s not as bad as you made it out to be.” He winks and pulls away, acting like he didn’t just take your breath away straight from your lungs. “You like it.”

“I do not!” You protest, mind still fuzzy and he chuckles, putting more distance between you.

There’s a moment of brief silence as Jisung checks his phone and you begin to think you might actually not be crazy. There is something between you two and he most certainly felt it right now.

Something wanting to snap and be free.

“Okay, so how do we do this thing?” Gently throwing his phone to the side, he shifts on the couch to face you, still as relaxed as ever. “How do we fool your brother?”

“I have an idea.” You mumble, suddenly nervous. Not actually sudden at all since you’ve been nervous since you stepped into this room with him. Jisung nods and reaches for a smoke, waiting for you to continue as he lights it up.

“For starters, I think a few posts on social media could plant the idea of something going on in his head.”

Nodding, he exhales the smoke and you instinctively lean back. “So, you want to…take some pictures together? That’s all?”

The way he says it, with amusement in his voice, makes your face warm up in embarrassment but for an entirely different reason than before. You feel stupid. For all your anger a few hours prior, he thinks your plan is the most vanilla thing in the world.

And he hates vanilla. Just your luck, really.

Mustering all the courage available at your disposal, you try to appear as confident as ever as you decide to go with the other version of your plan. The one Felix hated the most.

“Sure, simple enough, right?” you nod and with no warning, make your way closer to him on the couch, your knees touching. If he’s surprised, Jisung doesn’t show it and keeps the same level look in his sparkling eyes as he turns his head to the side to not blow the smoke right in your face.

“Now,” taking your phone out, you come even closer, leaning towards him until your faces are mere inches apart. “Kiss me.”

For the first time in your life, you can see Han Jisung’s brain short-circuit, hand freezing mid-way to his lips while the cigarette continues to burn, ash falling onto his ripped black jeans. He blinks and stares in disbelief, dumbfounded while you just smile, not being able to hide your delight at his reaction. Taking someone by complete surprise and closing their mouth in the process has never been more fun.

Innocence is what you try to portray with your growing smile and head tilted to the side. “Jisung? Are you okay?”

He seems to snap out of it at the call of his name, clearing his throat before putting out his cig. When he turns back to you, his eyes are darker and you can’t help but gasp as he gets a hold of your shoulders with his big hands, increasing the distance between you so he can breathe.

“Y/n.” You almost recoil as your name leaves his plush lips, eyes widening in shock. He hasn’t used your name in ages so now you feel like you’re about to get the scolding of your life, like you committed the worst crime known to man. It doesn’t feel right at all, and your heart hurts a little as he ignores the shock on your face and carries on.

“Don’t play with me like that.” His voice is low, icy even and that baffles you even more than his words. “I’m all up for games but this isn’t one I’m willing to play.”

A moment passes with you staring into each other’s eyes before you scoff loudly, shaking off his hands and standing up altogether. “Why can’t you ever take me seriously?”

His eyes don’t leave yours. “Because you’ve been sprouting nonsense since I saw you this afternoon! I get you’re throwing a tantrum but how ridiculous can you be, Y/n?”

There’s no way Jisung is being serious right now. You can’t believe your ears. After the little speech you gave him, he has the audacity to speak to you like this?

“Throwing a tantrum?” Your voice raises in volume, getting angry. “I’m not a fucking child, Jisung!”

“Yet you keep acting like one, Y/n.”

Oh, that’s rich coming from him of all people.

“Fuck you.” There’s no hesitation as you spit out the words, glaring at him like you would at your brother. Great, he was reminding you of him now. So much for the happily ever after you envisioned by his side – even when he isn’t present, Minho still manages to fuck up your love life somehow.

He lets out a short laugh, not genuine in the slightest. “See. Childish.”

Your anger simmers and almost bubbles to the surface but you force it back down, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of actually acting like a spoiled child. It’s all coming back to you now, the reason you and Jisung didn’t actually spend time together. Since becoming a part of Chan’s group, he turned into a pain in the ass, an arrogant asshole that thought he was so high and mighty when in reality, he was just horrible. Horrible with his friends, with his fans and with everyone that wasn’t part of his little fame bubble. Sometimes you wondered why Minho was still his friend, as bad as that sounds. He was nothing like the best friend he grew up with, the ray of sunshine that used to brighten his gloomy days

The Jisung you fell for years ago was a ghost now, a sweet memory you carried dearly in your heart and kept safe like a precious souvenir. It was bittersweet, remembering how he used to be but despite that, your feelings didn’t budge. You still cared for him, deeply, and seeing him at your house occasionally, playing with Minho brought back the hope that you abandoned a long time ago in regards to him ever returning to normal.

Of course, that never lasts. It never does.

Defeated, you shake your head and make for the door, not even sparing him a second glance. “Whatever, forget about it. I was stupid to believe you would actually help me.”

These words are meant to hurt him, but why are you the one in pain?

“I’ll just go and ask Chan instead.” You don’t even know why you’re still explaining yourself to him and that makes you angry again. Without another word, you open the door but before you can take another step, a big hand appears and closes it abruptly.

The sound startles you, just like his sudden presence behind you and there’s no stopping the way your breath hitches in your throat. However, you don’t turn around, still hurt because of his words. He doesn’t seem to care and leans forward, his chest flush against your back while his hot breath hits your cheek. The contact causes you to shiver and goosebumps appear on your arms, knuckles turning white on the doorknob.

Jisung notices, because, of course, he does. However, he doesn’t tease you as expected. Seems like he isn’t in the mood for it either, not anymore.

“Fine, you want me to take you seriously?” His velvety voice hits your ear, quieter than you’ve ever heard it before and your heart skips a beat. His dominant hand remains on the door, trapping you between it and his body but the other doesn’t join, still giving you a way out. The position you’re now in is close, intimate and without meaning to, you cave and turn around to look at him. This allows him to come forward, no longer pressing against you but just a breath away from your lips, tempting you to take action, to close the almost non-existent space left and melt into him.

“Kiss me yourself.”

Surprise flashes across your features, not sure if you’ve heard him right or not. But Jisung doesn’t budge and continues to stare into your eyes deeply, defiantly even, the shimmering glitter that adorns them not softening his intense gaze at all. It feels like you can’t breathe properly as his words slowly sink in but your arms still move to reach for him like a lifeline, the need to feel him beneath your fingers greater than the one for air. When your palms settle on his broad chest, he inhales sharply, resting his forehead against yours as your noses collide gently.

You’re sharing the same breath now but the tension only grows, almost flickering in the air. Suffocating but still so delicious.

Neither of you seems to be in a hurry as one of your hands moves upwards on his chest until it reaches his jaw, cupping it gingerly while the other fists his shirt. You can’t bring him any closer without doing the inevitable but you can still prolong this, thumb reaching out to trace his bottom lip to which he responds by grabbing your hips and connecting your lower halves. You both exhale through your mouths at the contact, the desperation quickly building up and eating away at your sanity.

There’s no doubt in your mind that he feels the same, now. Carnally, at least.

Still taking it slow, you realize he loves making you lose your mind as much as you love it when you teasingly kiss the corner of his mouth and he pushes into you, pinning your body against the door. A whimper escapes your mouth and he smirks faintly, pupils blown wide.

“What’s wrong?” He whispers so close to your lips that your hand drops to grab his chin roughly, keeping his head in place while his smirk only grows. “Cat got your tongue?”

The world outside this little room has disappeared completely and now you only see, hear and feel him. Nothing else matters. That’s why you feel like you might go completely crazy if you spend even another second not kissing him, finally indulging in something you’ve wanted for so long.

The smug smirk on his face drops as the hand on his chest moves up to wrap around his neck, his hold on you bruising when he sees the way your lips part and eyes flutter shut. Finally, you were going to do it. You were going to kiss Han Jisung and make a mess of his pretty hair and stage makeup, have him moan and curse lowly into your mouth just like you’ve always fantasized about.

But your luck never lasts that long.

Your lips barely get the chance to touch briefly when suddenly, you feel yourself falling backwards as the door opens, a loud yelp escaping your mouth. Fortunately, Jisung snaps out of it quicker and pulls you back towards him, strong arm wrapped around your waist securely. Your own arms drop to his middle as you bury your head in his chest, embarrassed when you recognize the voice that’s come to interrupt your fairytale. It feels like those moments when you’re rudely awakened by your alarm in the morning while you’re busy dreaming about marrying your celebrity crush.

Both instances are just as frustrating and heartbreaking.

“Oh, sorry guys.” Chan laughs awkwardly before clearing his throat. “But uh, the show’s about to start so, um… Jisung, if you will – “

You feel his chest move as he exhales, clearly annoyed. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

That’s all Chan needs to walk away, a bit too eager to escape the uncomfortable situation. When you dare look up again, Jisung is already looking down at you, putting some hair behind your ear gently. He’s doing a much better job at masking his frustration at being interrupted than you currently are.

His voice is still quiet as he speaks, but now for a different reason. “After the show, take everyone and come to the VIP section. I’ll wait for you there.”

You nod and he forces a smile, the new emotion in his eyes a bit too complicated to make out when your head is still spinning all over the place. Giving your shoulder a friendly squeeze, Jisung then detaches from you and moves to walk away first, finally dawning on him the importance of the show and how he cannot just keep lingering here.

Before he’s completely out of earshot, you speak up. “Jisung!”

He turns briefly, now in a hurry.

“Break a leg out there!” You smile.

And he finally returns it, genuinely. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

When he disappears, you remain there for a moment longer to pull yourself together, making sure you look presentable enough to not raise any suspicion. Looking in the vanity’s lit-up mirror, your fingers find your lips and the slightly smeared lipstick, tracing them lightly while remembering the way his own lips felt. They were so close, yet still so far as they seemed to have slipped right through these very fingers, harshly pulled away from you in the worst way.

Will you ever get a chance like that again?

But more importantly, will you actually take it?

Shaking your head, you quickly fix your lipstick before leaving and closing the door on everything that’s transpired with Jisung in the last 20 minutes. If you want to remain sane, you have to forget it all, for now.

Reaching your friends isn’t as challenging as before and when you make it to your seat, with Jeongin already excited about the gossip you brought back, the lights turn off. Everyone gasps and cheers as the booming music signaling the performance starts, and you let out a small sigh, relieved you won’t have to get into it right away.

From where you’re all sitting, you can see smoke enveloping the stage and it all goes quiet again for a moment before a spotlight turns on and the members of 3racha appear, one by one, to the beat of their favorite song. The crowd grows wild, and you aren’t an exception, your whole table cheering as loud as everyone else as the whole vibe of the venue changes.

Emotions are running high for everyone as their performance stars, adrenaline and excitement running through your veins from the first song to the last. Everyone is dancing and singing along, with some knowing the lyrics by heart and it feels like the room is spinning with their energy and stomping around. Grabbing Felix, who seems way happier than before thanks to the alcohol, you also stand up to dance and scream along to the music and your happiness only multiplies when you see him doing the same.

3racha’s stage presence is no joke, neither is their talent as Changbin gets the whole venue to chant their names at some point, leaving the crowd begging for an encore they can’t help but deliver. Throughout the whole performance, no matter if he’s rapping or jumping around, Jisung’s eyes seem to find you one way or another and every time, he winks or smirks at your excitement. He’s visibly pleased and unknown to you, that fuels him up better than any crowd could and prompts him to give the performance of a lifetime.

By the end, you’re left buzzing and more awake than ever, throwing your arms around Felix and thanking him for accompanying you tonight.

After, a waiter comes over to your booth and escorts your whole group to the VIP section of the club, where tonight’s stars are. You really weren’t expecting Jisung to send someone or even remember what he said, too busy having fun with his fanclub to be bothered.

The VIP area is a breath of fresh air compared to the rest of the club, with AC and fewer people. It’s fancy and luxurious and among the other patrons, you spot the guys instantly.

Their place consists of a bunch of sofas and three coffee tables in the middle, all filled with alcohol and the weed they love so much. There are other people among them when you arrive and besides their manager and choreographer, you don’t recognize anyone else. The choreographer is Minho’s teacher, after all, the one who taught him everything he knows.

“Well, this is fancy.” Seungmin hums, impressed.

Chan smiles behind his cigar, glass of whiskey in hand. “Only the best for our friends.” He winks and Seungmin looks away, rolling his eyes, but you swear there’s a faint blush on his cheeks.

“You guys were amazing! I think this was your best performance yet!” Jeongin joins in, all smiles, eyes turning into two crescent moons, the sight so adorable you can’t help but reach over and squeeze one of his cheeks, not being able to stop yourself. He groans and swats your hand away but unfortunately for him, Felix is on his other side, so he doesn’t catch any breaks before his cheeks get squished together again. You laugh as he succumbs to his faith, knowing first-hand how strong Felix is and how difficult it would be to fight him off.

Changbin, who’s the only one surrounded by groupies, boys and girls, exclaims a bit too loudly. “Aw, Innie! Thank you!”

Everyone laughs at his high-pitched voice, besides Jeongin who just cringes and moves to take a shot once he escapes Felix’s claws. Alcohol makes Changbin’s true personality shine through in a hilarious way each time – there’s never a dull moment with him around.

Across from the chaos, Jisung, who’s been silently sipping his drink so far, locks eyes with you before beckoning you closer without a word. You’ve calmed down since whatever the fuck happened in his dressing room so you have no problem standing up and walking over to him, also a bit curious about his missing cult. Were they waiting for him in a basement somewhere with the ritual on hold?

“Before you say anything, just know that Minho doesn’t allow me to join shady cults.”

He blinks up at you, confused out of his mind and the look on his face makes you laugh. Jisung smiles at the sound, but the gesture doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Sorry, sorry.” You shake your head, stopping in front of him. “What’s up?”

It’s surprising how normal you can actually act around him after he’s managed to turn your whole world upside down with a mere sentence. After the intense moment you’ve shared before when you thought your heart was going to explode into teeny tiny pieces right on his shirt. The stupid shirt that’s hugging his waist perfectly, sleeves a bit too long over his hands.

The part of you that resents what he’s become is also dormant now, to your surprise. You haven’t been this angry at him in years, your last argument ending with you both ignoring each other for months.

Maybe you’re both tired of fighting.

“Come here.” He throws his drink back before setting the glass down and grabbing his phone.

Without meaning to, you do and when you’re within arms’ reach, Jisung gently pulls you down by the hand until your faces are mere inches away. Your eyes widen, and you panic, but before you can jerk away, he closes the distance and places a gentle smooch on your cheek that lingers for a moment too long. Not that you mind.

But, the unexpected gesture still leaves you frozen in your spot even after he lets go, gaze slowly moving to meet his for an explanation.

The smirk he sports is shameless as he signals you to take a seat on the arm of the comfy, fluffy white chair he’s currently lounging in. For a moment, you think about taking a seat in his lap, wanting to get the upper hand and fluster him back but, you quickly come to your senses and decide otherwise.

“What was that for?” You get straight to the point, staring him down. A thin layer of sweat now adorns his sunkissed skin and his styled, blonde hair has become nothing short of a mess. An attractive mess nonetheless, since you swear, he looks even better than before. You didn’t think that was even possible but there he was, proving you wrong once again.

Instead of using his words, Jisung just shows you his phone. Curious, you lean down to find a picture of two faceless people sharing a kiss – wait a second…it’s you! It’s a picture of the kiss you just shared.

But wait. He’s only just kissed your cheek…

Oh, he was good.

“Think this will be enough to trick Minho for tonight?” He smiles faintly, more reserved than he’s ever been with you and that kind of throws you off. Although, you can understand why he’s acting the way he is, considering what just happened.

“You,” A pause, taking hold of his phone, “made it look like we’re kissing for real.”

He grins. “I’m pretty great, right?”

Your eyes glide over to look at him, shoulders slumping slightly. “But why? I thought you didn’t want to help me.”

“I’ve changed my mind.” He wastes no time in explaining, looking straight into your eyes. Even in the poorly lit room, you can see his gaze soften, features relaxing as a mischievous smile makes its way onto his lips.

There he was, the Jisung you fell in love with. The menace Minho forbid you from ever pursuing.

“Let’s do this, sweetheart. Let’s get back at your selfish brother.”

Game on.

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consort ii | minho

pairing: lee minho/female reader

word-count: 6.4k

genre: historical au, arranged marriage, enemies-to-lovers

warnings: swearing, period-typical sex misinformation, thigh-riding (it is a minho fic, after all), unprotected sex, two stubborn assholes with feelings

summary:

He trailed off - moved wordless, for perhaps the first time in your presence, and you were stunned.

There was a power to this, you realised with no small sense of delight. A power over him, should you seek to master it.

You rolled your hips again, and Minho’s head dropped, pressing his face into your neck.

“It’s up to you,” Minho said. “If you trust me enough now.”

The room was dimly-lit, illuminated only by the flames in the roaring fireplace. Shadows were cast long and dark, but you could still make out the expression on Minho’s face. Calm, composed, staring back at you with a perfectly neutral expression. If he had any desire of his own, you could not glean it from his face.

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Chan, after an argument: I'm sorry about all the mean things I said before.

Minho:

Chan:

Chan: I'm assuming by the fact that your hand is now on my ass that you accept my apology.

CAN’T HANDLE THIS — N.JM.

SUMMARY. how are you supposed to explain that you and na jaemin started dating just to prove each other wrong and ended up catching feelings.

PAIRING. na jaemin x female! reader GENRE. strangers to lovers, college! au, matchmaking! au, yet another richkid! au, jaemin is an asshole again, romance, humor. WARNINGS. excessive swearing, a near death experience, drinking and smoking, more than a handful of illegal shit, mentions of vomit, again jaemin is kind of a dick but he’s an attractive dick, jaemin also likes it when you tell him his personality is trash. WORD COUNT. teaser: 490 | full fic: est. 10k. RELEASE DATE. next week.

NOTE. i’m sick and tired of jaemin being a sweetheart so i’ve made it a mission to turn him into a piece of shit for this fic and the next. idc if you tell me it’s out of character idc idc i am forwarding my asshole! jaemin agenda once again and no one can stop me.

also, don’t worry about getting blueballed because i’ve already drafted and outlined most of the fic. once i finish my last final exam this week, i’ll be free enough to go feral and finish this.

send me an ask/dm to be added to the taglist. preview under the cut.

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doctors orders! - sim jake

synopsis. jake was a little concerned by how often you were sat in his waiting room, but he couldn't deny how he searched his appointment list each morning hoping to see your name

pairing. jake x female reader

genre. social media au, fluff, comedy, angst in later chapters, smut for sure

characters. enhypen, chaeryeong and yeji of itzy, wonwoo and mingyu of seventeen

warnings. lots of swearing (it's me so...), very suggestive themes involving jake, smut in later chapters, mentions of character family death

start date. 10.05.23

end date. tba

taglist. send an ask to join the taglist! blog must show you are 18+ perma taglist will already be tagged!

profiles.

appointment one.

appointment two.

appointment three.

appointment four.

appointment five.

appointment six.

appointment seven.

appointment eight.

appointment nine.