Lucid || 02

Lucid || 02

Latibule

; a hiding place; a place of safety and comfort

Pairing: Idol!Kim Taehyung x undefinable her

Warnings:

Premise: What if this lucid dream isn’t his? What if he isn’t the only one brought here? What if she’s the one deciding? Either way, she never speaks a word.

Wc: 1k

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Spending the day with his Hwarang Hyungs, was always fun. Joking around in interviews, teasing each other, making funny faces in for the photoshoots. Taehyung tried to keep up with the others, he really did. But his focus kept slipping back to her.

He can’t get the image of the girl out of his head. The twinkle in her eyes filled with so much wonder. the freckles decorating her face like constellations. Her light brown hair dancing in the warm winds, mirroring her white, soft dress. Skin untouched by the sun, white as nothing he’s ever seen, white but glowing warmly. 

It wasn’t just her though. Whatever world he is seeing in his dreams, he knows there’s so much more. More he wants to see, past the field, the meadow and carousel. More than he would give anything to see. His mesmerizing, vivid hiding place. Safe from the loneliness of the real world. The pain from feeling less than before, unnecessary in a world that keeps moving, but also stands still. Buzzing with excitement for the last half of his work day, he manages to finish, offering apologies to his hyungs for not going to dinner with them. His need to return to his world stronger than anything he’s ever felt. 

Through each day he had sworn he had lost his ability to smile. His anxiety and dark cloud loomed overhead, never giving him a moment of peace. It was an isolation he didn’t know how he could explain. When the world shut down, maybe he did too. The only thing dragging him through they day was the thought of sleeping that night. As the minutes ticked by the more he was itching to go.

Upon reaching the dorm, forcing himself to eat a cup of instant ramen and take a shower, his excitement turns to worry however, instantaneously as a realization swarms him. What if he doesn’t go back tonight? What if that was it? Two nights of finally feeling rested. Two nights of finally feeling not alone. Panic stricken mid shower, Taehyung frantically finishes getting ready for bed. 

“Please go back, Please go back.” He chants while lying in bed. This time choosing to not send a goodnight message to the GC. Why did he always have to be the one who made the effort? It only made him feel more alone. 

“Please, please, please.” Hugging his pillow to his chest, a single tear slips, catching on his nose. His eyes close slowly, letting himself be enveloped by fear of never seeing his beautiful world again. Knees coming up to huddle into the fetal position, as he loses consciousness.

His eyes fly open, breathing in the warm air as it passes through the grass. Instantaneously he’s on his feet. Taking in the beauty of the world around him. The vibrant pastels, the delicious comforting air, the aura of safety. Wearing the same muted clothes as before, almost as if they are out of place within this beauty. But he knows better. This is for him. This is his world. 

Before he can take a step, he realizes something is missing. Where’s the hum? The feeling of being drawn to the meadow with the carousel? It’s not there. Was the girl gone? She always hums for him. 

With confusion filling his mind, he almost doesn't notice the song returning. But he does hear it. But it’s not coming from the usual direction. He spins around with a smile already on his face. 

She’s standing in the tall grass just like he is, a few meters away. Wearing the same flowy white dress, as she has done before. She’s been waiting here for him. When he makes eye contact with her, she returns his smile. 

Taehyung bounds over to her happily. This is new, this is different. 

“What are we doing today?” He asks her excitedly. So many questions flooding his mind, but giving her silence instead. Knowing she always seems to know what he's thinking.

She extends her hand out for him to take, without hesitation he reaches out. Grasping her hand as she intertwines their fingers, turning away from him she takes off away from the field into the trees, pulling Taehyung behind her. 

He keeps his pace slower than hers so he can take in the surrounding forest, letting her lead him. The forest is beautiful. Trees seem to reach higher than they did on the outside. The canopy high above, blocks out most of the sun, but still lets enough light in to make the forest look like it’s almost glowing.  

The magic of this world was almost too much to be perceived. Was the world worth running through if it didn’t feel like this? Her warmth in his hand, the calming excitement in the air. This was what he wanted to draw breath in, to feel like he was alive again…finally again.

She keeps their speed as they run past  what looks like glowing rock formations in a small clearing. All he can do is take it in, as much as he can. 

His gaze lands back on her as she slows them down. She gives his hand a little tug as they breach the other side of the forest. Light blinds Taehyung momentarily. Blinking rapidly to refocus, he feels a strong breeze rush past him. He brings a hand up to his cheek, feeling a dusting over wetness hit him. 

His eyes adjust and he gasps. 

A cliff's edge, built of rocks lining a racing sea. The sun catches on the surface of the crystal water, making it look outlined with gold. Pastel clouds drift around them, it’s as though they are a part of the sky now. Beneath the water there looks like twinkling stars, glowing softly in red, blue, purple, green, yellow, pink, and somehow..even the dark almost black ones share the same glow.

Looking to his left the cliff was met with dense trees. Almost as if closing off that area of this world. To his right, more trees, but not enough to block anything. Shifting his gaze slightly upward he sees an even taller cliff. This one really seeming to form into the sky. 

He almost cant believe what he’s seeing. 

“This place-” Can he even find the words? 

She pulls him over to the cliffs edge. Seating herself, legs dangling over the water. He sits with her, truly taking it all in, perching there for what felt like forever. 

Even in his anxiously lonely state of being, here it was as if it all melted away. An inability to remember what he was worried about, what scared him or what was causing him so much inner turmoil. Why were his members so lucky to continue living like they haven’t been affected by the global shift. The lockdown separating everything he loved and cherished. 

Every day during their schedules, they still laughed freely. Told light hearted jokes, like his heart wasn’t breaking just sitting with them but not fully connecting anymore. What was he doing wrong? Did they just not feel the pain of it all, were they ok with this forced break? 

Too many questions flooded his brain during the day, second guessing everything they did, everything he did. 

But here….here it was hard to recollect why he cared. 

His gaze drifts over to her not sure of what he’s expecting next but it wasn’t the mischief in her eyes.

He knows that look.

“There’s more isn’t there?” 

Her smile breaks out into a giddy wave as it rushes from her. Before he can ask, all too soon that all too familiar tug in his core is there. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He gets out before he lets himself be pulled back. “Can you show me more?”

Before his eyes flutter softly shut, he sees her nodding at him.

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WIP Challenge

Rules: “post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DND campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!”

Not you draggin me into this craziness, @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue, regardless this turned out hilarious. I'm clearly living in Deluluville because I swore I only had a handful... for this game these are my active WIPS!

In no particular order (cause I love chaos)

FLOORED

AMNESIA

ANSWERS PT.2

WE ARE LIARS

FALLEN STAR

MEET CUTE BRIDGE INSOMNIA

EUCALYPTUS PT.2

TO BREATHE AGAIN

IN TOO DEEP

CM INSPIRED

FLEETING TEMPEST

THE PRICE WE PAY BONUS

LATIBULE

I SOLEMNLY SWEAR I AM UP TO NO GOOD

WIT BEYOND MEASURE IS A MANS GREATEST TREASURE

BUT YOU KNOW, HAPPINESS CAN BE FOUND EVEN IN THE DARKEST OF TIMES, IF OEN ONLY REMEMBERS TO TURN ON THE LIGHT

THINGS WE LOSE HAVE A WAY OF COMING BACK TO US IN THE END, IF NOT ALWAYS IN THE WAY WE EXPECT

I MEAN ITS SORT OF EXCITING ISN'T IT, BREAKING THE RULES?

NUMBING THE OAIN FOR A WHILE WILL MAKE IT WORSE WHEN YOU FINALLY FEEL IT

UNTIL THE VERY END

CROWN

ENDLESS MEMORIES

TREASURE PT. 3

@girlinthemikrokosmos @alpacaparkaseok @ppersonna @jjungkookislife @untaemedqueen @ladyartemesia @kimnjss @personasintro

I tagged everyone who came to mind in the moment. There might have been more, but sleep deprived brains are mush.

💜💜 Thank you for taking the time to read it!

Floored

Pairing: College student Han Jisung!xFemale Reader

Warning: pure fluff and one extremely flustered Quokka

Premise: When the overly flustered Jisung has a crush on you. Do you ignore it or fall with him?

word count: 4.5K

Authors notes: Not going to lie, I love me a flustered Han Jisung.

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“You do realize that boy is madly in love with you right?”  Changbin breaks you out of your concentration bubble, going over study material in your head as you wipe down tables. Your hand stils, peering over at him over your shoulder, standing behind the counter. He had been cleaning the desert bar behind you when you both had dropped into a comfortable silence. 

“Yes.” You turn to face him, arms crossed over your work apron, cloth in hand. “Wait, which one?”

“Are you implying there’s more then one?” He scoffs, eyes rolling away from you as he put down a cup he had finished drying.

“No, I’m just verifying that we are talking about the same person and I haven’t neglected to notice something” You shrug innocently. You had an idea of who he was talking about, only one person crossed your mind. Besides being Changbins coworker and bestfriend, it opened up your acquaintance pool quiet a bit, but it did make dating hard because people assumed you were taken. Much to your disgust.

“Jisung.” 

“Oh, then yes I have realized.” Tables now abandoned like his mug drying you saunter over to the cash counter, voice still filled with nonchalance. 

“Ok? And you have plans to do what about it?” Now someone was being too nosy for their own good. 

“No plans. I have no intentions to say anything.” Casually you wipe down the counter, moving over to him. 

“Come again?” Disbelief coats his voice. This catches your attention, seeing the genuine confusion on his face you feel a touch annoyed. So you huff at him.

“I’m not going to force him out. If he wants to tell me he can and if he doesn’t want to then that’s ok too.” 

Jisung tended to be really shy and jumpy around you. You had noticed it immediately, when it didnt subside like the others said it would you grew suspicious. So you kept an eye on him, doing things that may have been subtly accidental or maybe they werent exactly accidents, either way you would watch his reactions. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together. He wasn’t a hard read. 

“But you at least have an answer?” Changbin still pushes

“More or less” You nod, pretending to drop deep in thought.

Now it was his turn to look annoyed, impatiently tsking at you “.......Are you going to tell me your answer?”

“No” You nonchalantly brush off, making your way past him into the back room.

“Ouch you’re gonna break our sungies heart” Feigning dramatics, he clutches his chest staggering slightly, but perfectly catching himself with his free arm on the counter. 

Stopping in the door way you laugh at his antics, shooting back a dramatic eye roll before clarifying. “No as in I’m not going to tell you.”

You throw the dirty cloth in your hand at his head, he barely catches it in him before it splats dirty water onto his face. You let the door swing shut behind you before receiving retaliation but ot soon enough kto not here him shout at you.

“Come on! Seriously?!” 

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“I know I won’t be able to reach the same bulk as Changbin, but at least my definition has improved.” Jeongin sighs, showing the picture on his phone of him and Changbin at the gym flexing to Minho and Jisung. “Thakfully he’s been alot of help.” 

“I think you’re making great progress, Innie.” Minho chimes, nodding in approval. “There’s no point in comparing.”

“True.” Pulling his phone back he begins to zoom out on the picture. 

“Wait!” Minho grabs Jeongin’s arm from receding, realizing himself that there is more to the picture. “Damn, I wasn’t expecting that.”

He chuckles as Jeongin pulls back “Right? You’d never know under those clothes huh?” 

“Under what clothes?” Jisung finally comes back into the conversation. He barely looked at the picture Jeongin showed before going back to the webtoon on his phone. 

“Don’t show him-” Minho tries too stop the youngest before he can fully turn his phone to Jisung. Ultimately failing.

A loud crash echos through the apartment. Jisung had not only caught a glimpse of the full photo, but upon doing so had lost the ability to to keep balance on the chair. Plummeting to the floor from the barstool he was sitting on. 

“You literally floored him, again.” Minho couldn’t help but laugh at his bestfriend. Clutching his stomach, he wiped his eyes from tears, before focusing his concern. “Are you ok Sungie?” 

“She’s not w-wearing a-a-a- shirrr” Jisung chokes from his harsh landing. Zooming out of the picture exposed that next to IN was you. You were also flexing as a joke, to make fun of the boys. More times than not they would drag you with them to the gym, normally in the middle of the night. 

In that particular picture you three had ended your weight training session and were getting ready to head home. So you were wearing black sweats that hung low on your hips along with your favourite sports bra and cap, sweat glistening off your body. It had been a really stressful day at the cafe and then with exams so to blow off steam you had mentioned that you were going. Which led the other two to coming with you. 

With Changbin being your bestfriend and Jeongin feeling like your younger brother, you felt comfortable to wear whatever you wanted around them. 

“She doesn’t normally wear a shirt when we work out. Just a sports bra and joggers or sometimes shorts.” The youngest smirks, he knows he provoking. This isn’t a version of you that the others normally got to see. 

“You’ve been seeing her this whole time like this and you didn’t tell me?!” Jisung groaned, remaining on the floor, holding his chest in mock pain. “I think I might pass out…”

“I’ve invited you before but you’re the one who said you couldn’t come.” Jeongin nonchalantly shrugs, eyes cast to him on the floor. “Always coming up with lame excuses.”

“What if she thinks I’m like super weak?! What if I embarrass myself…again?” 

“I’m pretty sure she won’t be surprised by it anymore. She must be used to it.” Minho snickers evily, giving Jisung a light tap with his foot. 

“How are you ever going to get anywhere with this crush if you wont hang out with her?” Jeongin pushes. “We all can be with her one on one but you.”

“It’s not that simple! I can’t just ask her to hang out now, she’d think it was weird.” 

Laying on his back on the floor staring at the texture on the ceiling he misses an evil smile appear on the youngests face, an idea emerging.

“...not just a crush…” He mumbles to himself, dread weighing him down. He had to be confident, he had to show you he wasn’t the weird, possibly creepy, clumsy friend. That he genuinely wanted to be around you, to get to know you. 

Maybe that was asking too much of his cowardess. Maybe he should stay here, on the floor.

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Somehow constantly keeping a cautious subtle eye on Jisung, had turned into you truly not being able to look away. When he was in his own world, muttering to himself, becoming flustered over his clumsiness, passionately talking about his music with the group, munching on his favourite snacks, he was beyond cute. There was something so endearing about him you couldn’t bring yourself to neglect. At that point you had slipped passed sneaking glances to full blown staring, not because you had to but because you wanted to. You wanted to keep looking at him all the time. 

Times he glanced at you and caught you, you had offered a soft smile and watched the blushing panic grow on his face. By the time you noticed what was happening you were too far gone, you had slowly, accidentally fallen for the cute quokka. 

But still, it looked like he was struggling around you. The last thing you wanted to do was overwhelm him. You wanted him to be brave and tell you about his crush so you could claim the same. You were afraid you might scare him away from you farther if you tried to approve, so you stayed casually in the same group but never having one on one. Unless he came in to sit at his usual corner table, with his cheesecake and iced americano, laptop infront of him and headphones on. Once again lost in his world. 

Just like he was today, right now. 

The cafe was slow, only an hour left until closing. There was currently 2 tables with a single person at them, giving you plenty of time to stare. You were at the counter refilling straws and stir sticks when you vaguely heard the chime of the front door. You were too distracted by the excitement sparkling his his eyes and the wide smile on his face. 

He claps for himself, clearly giddy with something he’s done. Realzing he’s created an outward fuss, his eyes widen darting around the cafe. His eyes lock on yours, somehow growing even wider then you thought possible. You give him a small wave, a small giggle leaving you. You’re too far for him to hear, not to mention his head phones, but the wave itself was clearly too much for him.

His hands fly up to cover his face, collapsing on the table infront of him. 

Ok, that you weren’t prepared for. He’d never actually hidden from you before. This time you cant stop the laugh that erupts, you’re head shaking at his ridiculously adorable reaction.

A harsh throat clearing breaks you out of your trance, startling you. You quickly look over at the order counter, heart racing, body ready for fight or flight reflexes, customer service smile plastered on your face. Trying to hide all traces of the almost heart attack. But you abandon that plan quickly when you see who is there.

“Couldn’t of found a nicer way to get my attention?” You shoot at them.

“I called your name 3 times Y/N.” Jeongin chortles. “Apparantly you had something important on your mind.” 

He glaces over, your eyes following his. By the time you look back to him he already staring you down, a smirk plastered on his face. You’ve definitely been caught. There’s no point in trying to hide it from the youngest, he’s always been too perceptive for his own good.

“You could say that.” You sigh, ignoring the look he's giving you. “The usual I’m guessing for the late night run?”

“Mhmmmmm.” 

You punch in his order in relative silence, it’s not until you start to make his order to go that he finally speaks. 

“There’s no way Ji would be able to see the heart eyes you’re ever so not subtly sending him, you however…… theres no way that you don’t see his crush on you.” He states matter-of-factly. 

You only nod and hum to in response, continue to keep your eyes down and hands busy.

“If that’s the case why don’t I jus-” 

“Innie.” You cut him off. “I don’t plan to tell anyone, and that includes Jisung.” 

Sighing you shake your head and turn away to grab his order packaging. He’s silent once again, this time only for a moment.

“Why not?”

You face him, all seriousness and honesty laid out. Only one person other than yourself will know. Not even Changbin.

“Even with my feelings for Jisung, you’ve seen how he reacts around me. He might have a crush, but he can’t even handle sitting next to me. If there’s a chance we end up just the two of us he finds any excuse to leave. If it’s just a crush I don’t want to force him to do anything he doesn’t want to.” You explain calmly.

“Y/N, I think there’s more to his feelings then you think.” Jeongin suggests, eyes almost pleading. “He struggles with self doubt and self worth sometimes.” 

“If he’s scared to be around me, how could he be with me?” You counter, eyebrow raising in question. 

Finishing to pack his order you look back to hand it over and see he is standing at Jisungs table talking. Jisung’s headphones are now off but he looks nervous as he chews on his bottom lip. Whatever they were discussing it made you uneasy. Before you could rationalize anything Jeongin was back infront of you, taking the bag out of your hands.

“Please tell me you didn’t tell him…” Your voice wavers, unsure if it was a good idea to tell him anything. Too self aware to look at Jisung now, if the youngest mentioned anything, there goes any attempt to get closer to the jumpy quokka. 

“No, I didn’t and I won’t.” He expresses genuinely concerned. You exhale the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “On one condition.” 

“What do you want you evil steamed roll?” You should have seen that coming. 

“You, me and Jisung are going to the movies tomorrow night. You have the night off- Changbin told me. Ji and I are already going, everyone else is busy.” He’s too cheerful in his response. Making you feel highly suspicious.

You weigh your options. On one hand, you had no idea what Jeongin had planned in his diabolical brain, which knowing him…you might need to be scared. On the other hand, you could possibly get closer to Jisung if he could relax around you in a smaller group.

“Promise to keep this between us then?” 

“Yep. As long as you come!” He exclaims excitedly, but still firm in your part of the deal.

“Ok, fine.” You concede. 

Really, what was he planning?

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“And here I thought I was early.” You chuckle as you approach Jisung standing just inside the entrance of the theatre. He looked slightly nervous when you noticed him from afar, his eyes glued to his phone in his hands. His fingers rapidly typing away unbeknownst to him you had arrived. 

He jumps at the sound of your voice, wide eyes shoot up to meet with yours. He flinches again when he realizes how close you’re standing to him. 

“Y/N! You’re h-here!” He sputters taking a step away from you. You pretend his obvious recoil doesn’t feel like a punch in the gut. Knowing that he had a crush on you didn’t stop the tinge of heartbreak that crushed your lingering hope, by his reactions. But that would never mean you’d want him to know how much it hurt. 

You smile softly at him, faking obliviousness. “Yep. Is Innie here too?” 

You scan the crowd to see if you could find the youngest of your trio. You don’t see him lingering anywhere, but a mumble of a noise from the other jostled your focus back to him. He had his phone held out for you to see, his face slowly turning a shade of pink. You lean closer to get a better look at it but you notice his hand shaking. 

Without thinking you reach out to grasp his hand, keeping him and his phone steady. You hear a squeak escape him, you ignore the panic rise in you slightly as you register what you’ve done. Instead you focus on the phone:

“Ah…” You want to throttle this bread boy. You steady your breath as you can feel your heart rate increase. Eyes lifting up to now look at Jisung, the pink on his cheeks and neck now a slightly darker shade. Even in the dim lights of the foye can’t hide the colour. “He’s sending the tickets?” 

You slowly drop his hand as to not startle him. 

“....yea….” He avoids eye contact with you, looking over to the box office, chewing on his bottom lip. 

It gives you a moment to really look at him. He’s now holding the hand that you had close to his body, his other hand encasing it. If you hadn’t known what just happened you would say it almost look like he’s protecting it. His shoulders are stiff, and by the way his chest is moving he’s doing some deep breathing. His big eyes look slightly dazed with his pupils dilated, making his eyes shimmer in the led screen light. His light blueish grey ripped jeans with a slightly too big for him cream sweater and his iconic platform converse. 

How could one man look so cuddly and beautiful all in one. You fight back a coo, not letting yourself get drawn in further to his adorableness. 

“Then,” You snatch his attention back to you. Clearly he hadn’t expected you to speak. “How about we use them? I’m free. We could pick a movie together?”

This was it. This was you throwing your lifeline. You wanted him to take it, to accept your invitation for just the two of you. One nonchalant question would show you which way you would fall. Farther in love with him, or down the hill to heartbreak. 

You held your breath waiting for him to respond. You could see his thoughts swimming behind his eyes. As much as you were afraid, you couldn’t look away from him. 

“I’m free…” He whispers, finally breaking your inner turmoil. 

A heart stuttering, genuine smile breaks out on your face. Falling in it is. 

“Lets’s go!”

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After managing to agree on which movie to watch you had mentioned needing the washroom. You hadn’t been to this particular theatre before and somehow Jisun seemed to know that too. He had walked you over to the washroom, letting you know he was going to go buy snacks at the concession. He didn’t ask you what you wanted before he hurriedly walked off. 

You smiled as you watched him dash through the crowds that began to form. You quickly enter the washroom, not wanting to keep him waiting. You were buzzing with excitement, never in a million years did you actually think you’d be ‘alone’ with Jisung. Yes it was in public but still. 

Upon exiting the washroom you head over to the concession. At first you don’t really see him, until you scan towards the straw dispenser counter. You watch as you see him cram a bag of your favourite candy into his pocket, he has two large popcorns and two drinks with him. Baffled you have no idea how he would have gotten them there. Imagining him adorably struggling another smile creeps onto your face. At this point there’s almost nothing he can do that isn’t endearing to you. 

If this was all you could have, if this was as close as you could get to him… then you would be happy with just this. You were confident in yourself, there’s no doubt about that, but when it came to him you always seemed to falter. Maybe that wasn’t the best habit you’ve formed. Staring at Jisung made you unaware of your surroundings. 

“What’s a lady like you doing here all alone?” A voice grates on your ear drums. Leaving an uncomfortable shudder steeled into your skin. You don’t bother to hide the annoyance on your face when you look away from him and to the new figure standing uncomfortably close to you.

“Not alone.” You voice void of emotions, two men leering over you from either side. You give them a once over. Sure, in most cases they could be considered attractive. Attractive as the next person, but just because they had a decent face didn’t mean you’d be interested. 

“Here with friends then?” The other males voice was just as unpleasant. 

A friend? You couldnt help the shy smile from forming on your lips when thinking of Jisung. 

“Kind of.” Giggling you looked back up to where Jisung was. He was still there, however he looked almost uncomfortable, but it was hard to tell at this distance. His hand scratching the back of his head as he stared intently on all the items he bought. 

“That guy?” One of them scoffed. 

Your blood began to boil, searing at his implication. 

“You wanna come with us? I promise it’ll be a better time than hanging with that guy.” 

Now it was your turn to scoff. You laugh at their cockiness before waving them away stepping towards Jisung. 

“Nobody beats my quokka.” You smile brightly over your shoulder. Leaving them confused and rejected behind you. 

“Need help?” You chuckle upon reaching Jisung at the counter. 

“Uh, yea…” He won’t look at you, but he has a solem look on his face. You’d seen it before, but you had never been able to place why it had appeared on him before.

“You ok?” Genuine concern swims in your words. He looks briefly over your shoulder before looking back at the popcorn. 

“Those guys…” His voice comes out small, scared even.

“They were hitting on me, wanting me to go with them. I said no.” You shrug. You didn’t like lying and you absolutely wont lie to him. 

“But they are attractive.” He mutters. Jeongin’s voice of jisung being insecure rings through your mind. It may not have been a big deal to you, but clearly it may be a big issue for Jisung. 

“I’d rather be here with you.” You tell him straight forwardly, eyes locking with his trying to prove your sincerity. 

“Let’s go, I want to see the trailers.” Picking up a popcorn and a drink you, nod at him to pick up the remaining. His plush lips finally forming a smile, finally he was smiling. 

“Yea, ok.” 

You make your way with him next to you into the theatre and pick your seats. He hands you the candy from his pocket and your straw. You watch him take a sip of his drink, a thought pops in your head.

“Oh and I was going to ask, what does a cupcake emoji mean?” 

He chokes on his drink, hysterically coughing to clear his airways. In shock you rub his back to try to help. 

All you hear is a “Uuuuuuh,” before the lights darken and he sinks into his seat. The trailers start rolling. 

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“You dont understand!” Jisung whines dramatically, falling onto the couch at IN’s place. “They were buff and super handsome, definitely older. They must have been like the perfect catch! Someone worth being near her. BUT she said she would rather be there with me! WITH ME!” 

Minho chuckles at him, shoving him off the couch onto the floor. 

“Stay down there, it’s where you belong.” 

Jisung had called an emergency meeting the day after his ‘date’ not date with you. Jeongin had suggested they meet at his place, he insisted Jisung bring him food as a thank you for bailing on the movie.

Propping his head on the couch seat, body draped on the floor Jisung continued his rambles.

“She’s just so beautiful and smart AND FUNNY! How can one person be so amazing?” 

“Well if you actually would spend time alone with her you’d get to see even more of it.” Jeongin reprimends, setting drinks on his coffee table. 

“I know, I know. I just get so in my head when she’s around. My thoughts are a cluster of all my feelings and my mouth doesnt react.” He flops back down fully to the floor. 

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You quietly saunter towards the bedroom door. You had locked yourself out of your apartment and had been waiting for a call from your landlord when Jeongin had messaged you about coming over. You had worked the early morning shift this morning and you said you would agree if you could take a nap. 

Upon hearing a commotion in the living room you begrudgingly rolled out of Jeongin’s bed to go take a look. You hear Jisungs voice before you see him.

“When she first joined our group she was like this amazingly beautiful being. Like a goddess. I couldn’t stop looking at her. She was just so pretty. Whether she was working or studying or singing karaoke or even goofing around with Changbin and Chan. I realized she was goofy, she was confident but funny. She always had a genuine smile when she enjoyed herself and when she was happy her eyes would sparkle.”

Your breath stuttered. His words sinking into every inch of your heart. His true feelings for you.

“But I felt like she forced herself to smile at me sometimes, you know? Maybe she knew I was always staring and she thought it was creepy. I felt so guilty, I tried to stop looking at her. Then there was that time she was helping us study and I realized just how smart she was and dedicated! When Seungmin broke his leg and couldnt go to class, she made him extra notes to help him. She didn't want him to fall behind because it would wreck his everage, she knew how hard he worked for his scholarship. She’s attentive, she’s caring, she’s….she’s… everything.”

His words to describe you were probably the most beautiful thing you had ever heard. No one had ever talked about you like that before. 

“If I fall anymore in love with her, I’ll fall off the face of the earth.” 

You peek around the corner that conceals you, Jeongin is already staring at your direction. Jisung laying on his back on the floor staring at the ceiling. Minho keeping an eye on his friends meltdown. 

“You’d have to be able to tell her how you feel first.” Minho sighs, knowing his friend is too nervous around you. 

“Or you can ask her right now.” Jeongin laughs, still looking at you. He planned this. This evil conniving wet bread planned to have you overhear. 

“Huh?” Jisung sits up abruptly from his spot, eyes panicked as he looks to where Jeongin is watching. 

He makes a gargled noise and falls back to the floor when you step out for them to see you. 

“This is our que to leave you two alone. Minho why don’t you join me in my room to look at the new system I bought?” Jeongin stands, gesturing to the other.

“Sounds like a good idea. Now’s the time Ji, good luck.” He pats Jisung on the leg before walking away with the the youngest. 

“Jisung..?” You try, coming closer to him. His eyes now shut, his face completely red. “Jisung, listen,”

You take one final deep breath before continuing. Steeling yourself for any reaction he might have.

“I can either say I didn’t hear anything and we can pretend this never happened or…”

You pause, siting next to him on the floor, legs crossed, finger stretching out to poke his soft cheek. Him whimpering in response. 

“Or You can say that all again to my face and then we can discuss us.” 

“U-us..?” He flings himself upright, almost knocking into you. You laugh at his excitement. 

“Only if you want there to be, because I’d really like there to be.” 

“Yes. Yes. YES.” He abruptly, but confidently takes your hand in his. Constantly repeating a mantra of yes’. 

Maybe falling wasn’t too bad in the end, especially since you both landed together. On the Floor.

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