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Do you remember that day?

Han Jisung x reader

Summary: To my older self, holding hands with a best friend doesn't necessarily mean something. But for my 14 year old self it meant a lot more.

Warnings: None

Genre: fluff & angst

Word count: 605 words

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I can remember it like it was yesterday. The way I felt that day. It might have not meant much to you, but it did to me. Though, I like to think it meant something to you too.

I think our problem was always our bad timing. When these thoughts crossed your mind, they didn't cross mine and the other way around.

Changbin had told me, that six months before that day, you had admitted something to him. You had been feeling a way about me that a best friend isn’t supposed to feel. It was about a week before I admitted to him that I’ve been feeling those kinds of feelings for you too. I don't know why he didn't tell me right away, but it's understandable. He was supposed to keep our secrets like a good friend.

So, yeah. I think our problem was our bad timing. There is one day though, that felt like the only day we were in tune. The only day we both felt something about each other at the same time.

But we were so cowards. We acted as if nothing happened. We never talked about it again. I'm guessing you've probably forgotten about it. I haven't. Many years later and I still remember it like it was yesterday.

We were just two teenagers. Two teenagers watching a movie together.

You had come with my family and I on our vacation because I had begged you to do so. I really didn’t want to leave, knowing I’d be bored to death and you agreed to come with us easily, to keep me company. You woke up early, even though you never do that, just to prepare your things and come with me. I was so thankful for that.

At night, we sat on the couch and watched TV. After the first movie was over, we watched another one. It must have been about 2am. Everyone else was sleeping.

Somehow, our hands found their way towards each other. My left hand comfortably resting in your right hand. I secretly glanced at our hands and pretended I was putting some stray hair away. But I was also too immersed in the movie to see if you glanced at our hands too.

When the second movie was over, approximately 2 hours later, we let go of each other’s hands and turned off the TV. I don't know who let go first. But we did it without a word. Acting as if we weren't two best friends holding hands.

We collected our things, half empty glasses of water and our empty dinner plates, put them in the sink and headed to the room, where we exchanged a soft ‘good night’ and laid on our beds.

To my older self, holding hands with a best friend doesn't necessarily mean something. But for my 14 year old self it meant a lot more.

I still wonder how you felt. If you felt the same way. I wonder if you really remember it, or chose to forget it and replace the memory with new memories with other people.

We've now grown apart. We never contact each other anymore. But I still wonder. However I know I'll never get my answers.

I honestly don't think you remember any of this and if I ever told you, you'd probably just raise your eyebrow at me in confusion. I think I prefer not knowing the answer, than hating the answer.

But if you ever see this (even though I hope you never do) then tell me; Do you remember that day, Jisung? Did you feel the same way?

Give You The Best Years - Han Jisung

Synopsis: If there was one thing that Han couldn't stand, it was watching you throw away your potential. He believed you deserved everything and so much more, and he wanted to be the one that gives it to you. After being silent for so long, he wasn't going to waste another moment.

Pairing: non-idol! Han Jisung x reader

Genre: Angst - Han watching you be in love with someone else, childhood friends to lovers, proposal

Word Count: 2.9k

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It was a typical Saturday night for your friend group. You were doing some barhopping in the neighborhood, meeting up after work to forget about all about the stresses. The only difference tonight was that you decided to invite your significant other.

You've introduced him to your friends who all seem to love him. You didn't see it as a big deal, but to Han, it was making his skin itch. Why were you so insistent on bringing him around? It was supposed to be friends hanging out, not friends and their partners.

At the moment, Han was watching the two of you. Your partner had their arm around your waist, his hand slipped into the back pocket of your denim jeans. You had your head on his shoulder as you two were both up at the bar, getting another round of drinks.

"Uh oh, Han's getting jealousy," Lee Know commented.

Han snapped his head over towards his best friend, eyes glaring. "I am not," he pouted.

"Han, we've been friends for like what? 10 years now? I think we all know when you're lying," Chan said, a hand resting on his shoulder. "I just don't get what y/n sees in him!"

It was no secret to his friend group that Han had feelings for you. Well, it wasn't a secret to everyone besides you. You seem to have always viewed Han as your best friend, your ride or die. The two of you have been inseparable since graduating high school together. Regardless if you lived close or far away, you two kept each other in the loop on everything.

When you got the opportunity to move to Korea for a job, Han was over the moon. He never considered long distance before, which is why he never asked you out before. But if you were going to be living in the same country at least, it was a sign that now would be a chance.

Little did Han know you were bringing along a boy with you. To say he was hurt that you never talked about this mystery guy before would be an understatement. He thought you guys were best friends. Why keep him such a secret? It was later revealed that you were actually moving to Korea to be with this guy who got a transfer to a position in Seoul. You found a job so you could continue seeing him.

Of course, Han was also happy to have you closer to him. He just wished it was under different circumstances.

Why couldn't you have chosen to move to Korea to be closer to the people that love you? To be with him? Not some random guy you met who knows where.

A sharp elbow to the side brought Han back to reactive. He opened his mouth to shout but Felix quickly nodded his head over towards you and your partner walking back to the group. He ran a hand through his hair before putting on his signature smile. Play it cool.

It broke his heart to see how you smiled at your boyfriend. That should be me. Your boyfriend set our drinks down as you slid your purse off from around your body.

"Baby, can you watch my stuff? I want to run to the bathroom." I could watch her belongings a lot better than him. "Of course I can. Hurry back," he chuckled.

You also laughed before leaning down, pressing yet another lingering kiss against his cheek. Oh god, I think I'm going to be sick.

Han and your boyfriend's eyes watched as you turned and walked away towards the back of the bar. Han, on the other hand, quickly looked away before your boyfriend noticed. While he wanted to prove that he was the better option for you, he didn't want to ruin the evening.

Once you were out of sight, your boyfriend turned towards the group. He wore a wide grin on his lips. It made Han apprehensive. Something was going on, and Han didn't like it. "Can I get your opinion on something? Y'all know y/n the best. I just wanna know if this is a good idea or not," he began.

Even though there was music pumping in the club, the world fell silent. All eyes were on your boyfriend as he sat up, reaching for something in his pocket. Changbin and Chris glanced at Han every now and then, trying to gauge his reaction. Yet. nobody could have prepared them for what was going to happen.

Your boyfriend pulled out a black velvet box. Slowly opening it, he revealed a gorgeous diamond ring with a silver band. Han's heart dropped to the pit of his stomach and shattered into a million pieces.

"Do you think y/n will like it? I can go exchange it for a different ring," your boyfriend explained.

Han's world was coming to a halt. He didn't know how to feel or what to even think. It was as if you were slipping through his fingers. He felt lightheaded as a cold shiver ran down his spine. "I think she's going to love it," Chris admitted.

Han wanted to snap his head over at his friend. Has Chris lost his mind? All the guys began to nod in agreement. They all seemed to be at a loss for words as well. Your boyfriend was nervously biting his lip, both because of the subtle announcement but also wanting to get approval from your closest friends. Especially Han.

"Han?" Your boyfriend called out. "Mate, is this good for her? I don't want to mess this up."

Forcing a smile, he nodded his head. "Oh yeah, I um think she's going to love it." And you will. It looked exactly like the wedding rings you used to cut out from magazines for your vision boards. It just pained him that it wasn't coming from him, it was going to be an engagement from something else.

Now satisfied, your boyfriend or I guess soon-to-be-fiancé slipped the engagement ring back into his jeans pocket. He didn't want to risk even you getting a hint of what was to come. "Thanks guys! I think I'm going to ask her next week. I'm still working out the details, but figured you should be the first to know."

This was it. This was how Han was going to die. He was going to fall victim to death by a broken heart.

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It's been a week since your boyfriend dropped the bombshell. Every day, Han waited in anxiety for when you'd FaceTime him to share the good news. Or at least, it was good news for you.

He was currently laying in his bedroom. The boys have been trying desperately to get Han to leave his bedroom. Yet, he refused. He didn't want to be active in a. world where the chance of you two getting together was non-existent. He wasted so much time trying to wait for the perfect moment to confess his feelings to you that he ran out of time. He was beating himself up about it.

His gaze was fixated on the ceiling as he held a pillow close to his chest. The reality of the circumstances was setting into his soul. He felt like he was being suffocated. His mind kept replaying all the potential moments where he could have spoken up.

He lifted the pillow up to his face. He let out a loud scream into the material before tossing the pillow towards the foot of his bed.

Ding dong

Normally, Han didn't pay much to the doorbell downstairs. There was always a constant flow of people coming in and out of the house, especially since 8 boys called it home. It normally was just food delivery or a mutual friend stopping up to say hi. The main person who always came to visit him was you. But he anticipated those vitiations coming to a halt soon.

He heard footsteps going down the staircase. The familiar screech of the old hinges sounded, even heard from Han's bedroom.

"Oh hey y/n," Minho said. Almost louder than usual so Han overheard. And he surely heard because he basically shot out of bed at the announcement of your arrival.

"Minho, is he here?" You asked.

Before Minho could answer, Han was halfway through his bedroom door. He tried his best to be calm and collected, but he couldn't. He always was excited about your visits, and he never liked to keep you waiting. Even though he was sure this might be one of the lasts, he didn't want to let him sulking stand in the way of spending one-on-one time with him.

"Speak of the devil," Minho teased as he heard movement from behind him. He stepped out of the way so Han could get to you. He was about to make his way back up the staircase, but didn't miss the opportunity to squeeze Han's shoulder comfortingly. Minho would be there the moment Han needed him, whether this was a good interaction or not. For now, he needed to notify the boys that Han had actually emerged from his room.

Being alone, Han swallowed the lump in his throat before turning towards you. He took a moment to take you in. You wear wearing baggy ripped jeans. You had on a purple sweater with the sleeves that nearly covered your entire hand. God, he was going to miss seeing you.

"Did you know?"

His eyes widened slightly by the tone of your voice. It didn't carry its usual cheerful tone. You were staring at him without a smile on his face. Between you and Felix, there was always competition who carried the title of sunshine. To Han, you won every time. Yet, this time, he didn't see happiness. He almost saw worry, concern, a bit of frustration.

He stepped aside to let you in. You walked into the house, making a direct path towards the kitchen. Han closed the door, seeing movement also from the top of the staircase. All the boys were gathered, watching in anticipation of what was going to happen. Han tried gesturing for them to get away, but he couldn't focus on his best friends eavesdropping. He needed to stay on your trail.

When he arrived in the kitchen, he saw you pacing back and forth. Hell, you looked more in distress than he has been the past couple of days. "He bought a ring, Jisung," you whispered. Your hands rested on the kitchen island, staring across at him. You bit your lip. Seeing you so loss for words was unlike you. Honestly, Han was worried.

"Oh yeah," Han murmured. One hand slid into the pocket of his sweatpants, the other rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "He showed the guys and I last week," he confessed. "So you did know?" "Yeah," he said lowly. "I'm taking it he asked you."

You were quick to shake your head. "Um no, not quite," you explained. "I found it in our dresser drawer. I was trying to find a pair of socks when I found it tucked away in the corner. That was when I found a letter from one of his ex girlfriends folded up."

Han stood up at attention, confused by your revealing news. What? Why would he keep a letter from his ex girlfriend when he seemed so into you? Han found it a bit odd, and from your body language and your re-telling, it seemed like you did.

"I know I shouldn't have read it, but I did. Han, he seems to still really love her. The letter is new too. It was dated two weeks ago, almost as if she confessed before the new year," you groaned. "I feel like he's waiting to see if I say yes or no before deciding if he wants to go back to her," you said sadly.

Han frowned. He never liked when you viewed yourself poorly. Let alone when someone makes you believe you are less than your worth. To him, you are the whole universe. His anger was also slightly boiling for you, not at you. It wasn't your fault your boyfriend wasn't more careful. He also felt irritated because your boyfriend acted like he worshipped the ground you walked on. How could even consider someone better than you?

"What do you wanna do?" "That's the thing I don't know," you confessed. Han furrowed an eyebrow. He believed there was an obvious choice here. Leave.

"What if this is my only chance at love, you know? I know he does care about me." Are we sure about that? "And I always envisioned I'd be married by now. Hell, we know so many people who are engaged, married, and have kids. What if this is supposed to be my person?"

Slowly, Han began approaching you. This was his moment, the one he's been waiting for. It wasn't under the most romantic circumstances like he desired, but it was now or never.

"Han, I'm tired of the short-lived romances. I'm tired of giving my all to someone where the spark between us fizzles out because I choose my mind over my heart." "Why do you have to choose one or the other. Y/n, sweet girl, you should be with someone who satisfies your mentally, emotionally, and even physically." "But what if that person doesn't exist?" You whined.

Enough was enough. Han presented himself to you. Very gently, he cupped your cheeks with his large hands. His thumbs caressed your cheekbones affectionately as he gazed down at you. "I'd like to think I could do a pretty good job," he chuckled lightly. He tried his best to control his body trembling from his nerves. But if he didn't confess now, he never would.

If he had the chance to try to win you over, he had to take it. "What are you saying?" You whispered. "You're my best friend. Of course, you satisfy me in all those ways, but we're friends, aren't we?"

He smiled reassuringly down at you. God, you were so precious. "Of course we are, best friends. The very best of friends," he reaffirmed. "But, it seems like I have fallen in love with my best friend."

The truth was out. No turning back.

Your eyes widened. Did you hear him correctly? "Han," you started by he immediately shushed you. "No, y/n. I'm tired of not admitting it. I've been in love with you for quite a while. I mean, they always talk about some of the greatest love stories that come to be from best friends dating, realizing they care for one another on a deeper level. You're my person, honey." "You're my person too," you confessed. "But you can't just say this to me and not mean it," you frowned.

Han moved his face in toward yours. His forehead rested against yours as he gazed down at you. His lips ghosting over yours. You tilted your head into his warm touch, looking up at him with curiosity and endearment. God, how could he wait this long? "I was the damn fool that waited until it was too late," he whispered. His hot breath hit your lips, causing shivers to run down your spine. He couldn't help but chuckle lightly at your response. One hand slid off of your face to hold your hips, keeping you close to him. "By no means am I proposing one of those friendship marriage pacts. I want us to experience the highs and lows together as we navigate life. I want things to stay the same, but I also want to be able to kiss you when I want, and take you out on dates. I want the title of being yours exclusively."

Feeling just as bold, you tilted your head slightly up towards his. Your lips grazed against his which caused him to shutter this time. You couldn't help but giggle seeing the reaction you pulled out of him. "What are you waiting for then?"

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You and Han ran out of the courthouse, hand in hand. Your giggles filled the professional building, but the two of you didn't care. He had rented a tuxedo last minute whereas you were able to find a white outfit at a thrift store around the corner.

It was a no-brainer to marry your best friend. You didn't need the diamond ring, nor the big ceremony with the larger-than-life reception. All you needed was Han Jisung, and he needed you.

As you exited the courthouse, you stepped out as united duo. Mr. & Mrs. Jisung.

"Wait a minute," Han announced. You stood near the top of the stairs leading to the county building. You turned towards him as he looked at you with a serious expression. "What are we doing? This is silly."

Your jaw dropped at his response. He couldn't be serious. There is no way you two would have rushed around town to get everything together last minute for him to now second-guess himself. Not when the marriage license was already signed, the ink drying.

As you were about to question him, he tugged on your hand and pulled you in gently. You gasped in surprise, crashing softly into his chest. His arm wrapped around you, stabilizing you. His other hand found itself on your cheek. A habit of his now.

"We don't need to rush. we have all the time in the world," he breathed out. "Mrs. Han Jisung, you are all mine now. Can't get rid of me."

You rolled his eyes at his antics but couldn't help but giggle. He was right. You two had the best years to come, as husband and wife.

jisungiee kiyow banget seeeh

hii 💗 i was wondering if u could do the dreamies sending u a cheesy pick up line! thank u if u do!! and ur texts are so fun i love them 🤩🤩

of course, i rlly enjoyed making these ! AND THANK U SSMSM I RLLY APPRECIATE ITTT 🫶🏻

nct dream sending you cheesy pick up lines !

pairings: bf!nct dream x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

— mark

— renjun

— jeno

— haechan

— jaemin

— chenle

— jisung

reqs r open !

jisungie kenapa kiyowo sekali 😞

sending random i love yous to nct dream !

bf!nct dream x reader (separated), 127 ver soon !

warnings: cursing

a/n: this is so unserious 😭 chenle’s part will always be funny to me

requests are open 🤍

loving fwb dreamies ii. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

・❥・ suggestive 18+, angst, fluff, emotional… checks all the boxes & thank you for requesting @hwaflms 🖤

・❥・ jaemin, chenle, jisung

let me teach you how to smash | park jisung

synopsis — In the list of sports, ranked from most to least sexy, badminton would be found at the very bottom if not ranked last. But why is it that when Jisung plays the with a feathered shuttle your heart flutters?

OR: Jisung helps you improve your badminton skills.

pairing — badminton player!jisung x fem!reader

genre — sports!au, university!au, (one sided) enemies to friends to lovers, slight slow burn

wc — 18k

content — CLEAN VER. university/sports class setting, humour, fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, idols mentioned, very heavy on the dialogue/backstory at one point sorry babies <3, swearing, dirty jokes bc of the word smash (lmk if i missed anything!)

a/n — HIIIIIIII. this might seem familiar to some and its because this has been posted before. This is the SFW version on my SFW blog!!!! so minors are allowed to interact with this as it’s been altered to fit for a general audience. as always, i hope you enjoy reading. all comments are welcome!

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Skz reaction to a S/O with a big bum || headcanons (Maknae Line)

Hyung Line

Maknae Line

Warnings: smut, mentions of sexual acts, and a little bit fluff ofc:D ; if you’re under 18 please leave!

Han:

• damn bro

• would tease you in a jokingly way

• would never cross the line though and never make you feel insecure!

• would always want to make you feel loved

• imagine just laying on your bed or doing daily chores and he would just randomly glide over your butt with his hand, give you the BIGGEST squeeze in your life and gives you a kiss and *boom* make out session

• he’s so needy

• like girl chill

• feral jisung mode activated

• omg will be so whiny about it

• “baby i need you”

• GIRL I NEED YOU TOO

Felix:

• nah mate you got him flustered

• will be shy about it

• would never look at your butt because he’s scared to make you uncomfortable

• king

• once you you’re at this point in your relationship where you go the next step ( if you know what I mean *wink* wink*) and get more comfortable with each other you can’t stop him

• is the type to just randomly slap it when you’re alone just for fun

• hehe

• hugs from behind

• would all in all be (mostly) sweet about it <3

• oh why I said mostly you asked?

• well

• I would be lying if I said your butt wouldn’t be a bit of a turn on for him

• would never admit it tho lmaoo

Seungmin:

• heheeee

• would always want you on his lap

• and would always want to hug you from behind

• so fluffy

• always has his hand in your butt lol

• and would gently squeeze it

• he’s so whipped for you

• give him a kiss now hmpf 😡

• anyway seungmin out of the building

I.N:

• aww

• I know this may be unexpected but(t)

• will slap the shit out of your butt

• like for what

• someone take him away from minho

• i feel like he would only do it in private and not in public

• because it’s embarrassing

• for both of you

• I feel like no matter what bum size you have he will be obsessed for some reason

• you thought he was innocent

• BUT(T) HES NOT

• takes every opportunity to slap your bum tbh

• freaky jeongin

a/n: hey everybody! I hope you enjoyed part 2 and I’m so surprised my first post got 50 likes within not even a day, thank you! :0 this defo motivates me to keep writing, feel free to request some things ;D

take care <3

- liss ^^

Boyfriend Series || Han Jisung

How he asked you out:

Well, it first started at school. This little sucker had no idea what high school had in store for him when he joined your new school, but the second he laid eyes on you he felt his heart stop. Cliché I know, but he’s a sucker for romance and once his chocolate orbs landed on yours, he knew you’d be the Juliet to his Romeo.

Months and months would go by of him refusing to make any sort of eye contact with you, but all of that changed when your teacher though it was a good idea to make a new seating arrangement and placed the two of you together. Both of you easily felt the tension whenever you had to work in your table group, which was just the two of you. Jisung was constantly trying not to embarrass himself (thinking that the best way to do it was to pretend that you weren’t there). He would work on one part of the assignment while you would work on the other and in the end, the two of you would just present your parts up in front of the classroom. It ended up working somehow which the teacher noticed, so she assigned a harder task. The two of you would have to play the main characters in (yup, you guessed it) the tragedy Romeo and Juliet.

In Jisung’s mind, this was the best way to win you over, to impress you with his acting and vocal harmonization skills only to have you fall into his arms. He became engulfed in the script and practiced it whenever he could, sometimes even forgetting to do other homework because of it. [my uwus]

Fast forward to the night of the play. The two of you had rehearsed many times, however there was one scene that you pushed away, the kiss scene. Both of you agreed that the best way to do it was to be at the night of the play. Of course, this also meant a complete and utterly embarrassed Jisung when the scene came up. You opened on of your eyes, the one facing farther from the crowd. He looked at you, his eyes sparkling with fear, anxiety, admiration and worry. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him as he placed a sweet chaste kiss upon your lips. You didn’t expect his lips to be warm and gentle, but you found them intoxicating. 

In order to keep the audience on the balls of their feet, he pulled away, placing another on your forehead. His touch lingering. Sniffles could be heard in the audience from impressed and emotional parents (and students wow).

But like, once the curtains closed, you couldn't get up. Your bestie Hyunjin had to help you get up because omg you needed that kiss.

Okay and fast forward to a week after you guys began to talk more. Jisung and you were dorky and all, as usual, but something bothered you all the time. Jisung began to distant himself from you whenever you’re guy friends were around. So you asked him what was up and all he replied with was, “I like you.”

And you guys just happened.

What it’s like:

Every opportunity he gets, he spends it with you. You guys are study buddies but with certain things you guys don’t get, you ask Felix for help.

He likes cute and simple coffee dates and such, with you two sharing a small table and talking about your day which drifts to mindless conversations about school, friends, and crazy conspiracies theories. 

I feel like Jisung would be more into cuddling and watching movies at home rather than being out and about doing crazy dates, but every once in a while he’s oblige.

He’s so cute whenever you’re around him and gets giddy easily. Just your smile alone could make his heart jump a mile even years after you got together.

He’s just a cutie.

Skinship:

Omg this kid never lets go of your hand. Every opportunity he finds, he puts his hand in yours. It’s like when you aren’t holding his, a piece of him is missing and he longs for you whenever. Even at night when the two of you fall asleep in his room playing Felix’s Fortnite game, he ends up always holding your hand. It makes everyone squeal or barf and sometimes both.

He loves to kiss your forehead. Like all the time. In public, at home, in the car, at night, in the kitchen. Literally whenever and wherever. It makes you feel secure and safe.

He’s not too big on PDA but he still will do it whenever he’s in the mood.

With others:

This kid brags about you all the time its sickening to the boys.

“You see her? That’s my girlfriend. Respect her.”

“Omg she’s so cute. You guy’s know we’re dating right?”

“HEY JYP! HAVE YOU ME-” 

He stopped after that.

But like he puts his arms around you whenever hes with the guys. It’s not a territorial thing, but more of a ‘She’s perfect, don’t worry I’m not a douche I love her’ kind of thing.

Overall:

I mean, he’s just a total dork so like, you guy’s will have a lot of fun together.

Don't Worry, I'm Here For You.

Paring: Han x 9th member! Male Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Han will always be there when you have a panic attack.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I am mentioning panic attacks in this because I sometimes experience asthma attacks. Although I understand that they are not the same thing, they share some similarities.

I also just finished the first season of Jujutsu Kaisen, and it's so good. I'm currently watching the movie right now.

As the members of Stray Kids and backup dancers filed onto the stage, adrenaline pumping and anticipation swirling, Y/N couldn't help but feel a wave of unease wash over him. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves as he scanned the stage, searching for a familiar face. There it was, towards the back of the arena, a familiar pair of eyes that seemed to hold him together when everything else spun out of control. It was Han, his bandmate and closest friend in the group. But as he focused on Han, something unexpected happened. His breath hitched, his chest tightened, and a cloud of darkness began to creep in at the edges of his vision. He tried to fight it, but it was no use. Before he knew it, Y/N had ducked off stage and sprinted towards the nearest restroom.

Once inside a secluded stall, Y/N collapsed against the door, the familiar weight of a panic attack pressing down on his chest. He felt hot tears stinging at his eyes, his throat constricting as he struggled to catch his breath. Just as he was about to lose himself to the overwhelming terror, he heard a voice from outside the stall. It was Han's voice, calm and reassuring. "Hey, you okay in there?" Y/N couldn't respond; he could only manage a choked sob. A moment later, the stall door creaked open, and Han peered inside. "Y/N?" he asked, alarm etched into his features. "It's me, Han. I'm here. We'll get through this together."

As Han knelt beside him, Y/N felt a sense of relief wash over him. He wrapped his arms around his friend, burying his face in Han's shoulder as he tried to steady his breathing. "I'm sorry," he managed to choke out between sobs. "I didn't mean to ruin the performance… I just can't…" of relief wash over him. His bandmate had always been there for him, understanding the intricacies of panic attacks better than anyone else. Han passed him a small bottle of water, and Y/N took a shaky sip, his breath slowly beginning to steady. "Thanks," he managed to croak out, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

Han gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "It's not your fault, Y/N. You know that. Panic attacks don't discriminate, and they're not a sign of weakness. We're all here for you, and we'll get through this together." He pulled a small, discreet inhaler from his pocket, handing it to Y/N. "Just in case you need it," he added with a gentle smile. Y/N took the inhaler, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him.

As they sat there in the quiet of the bathroom, the sounds of the arena slowly beginning to filter back in, Han reached out and took Y/N's hand. Their fingers laced together, and for a moment, they simply sat there, lost in their own thoughts. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the bond they shared, the understanding they had for each other's struggles.

"You know," Han began softly, "I've had my own share of panic attacks on stage. It's not easy, dealing with them in front of all those people. But we've made it this far, and we'll keep going together. We'll figure out what works for you, what helps you manage them. We've got each other's backs." Y/N nodded, feeling a sense of comfort and strength emanating from his friend.

As they sat there, lost in their own thoughts, the weight of the panic attack seemed to lift ever so slightly. It was then that Y/N realized something else: he was no longer alone. He had his bandmates, his friends, and Han by his side, supporting him every step of the way. It was a realization that brought a small, hesitant smile to his lips.

"Thanks, Han," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Han squeezed his hand in response, his own smile genuine and warm.

"We're a team, remember? And we'll always have each other's backs."

what a girl wants | park jisung (m)

synopsis after tapping out early into your first-time, jisung refuses to be a fool in front of you again. gathering reinforcements, he arms himself in preparation to please you when the next time comes for you both to be intimate. and boy, does he learn a lot.

genre nonidol!au (inexperienced!jisung x experienced!reader), fem!reader, mature (smut), and established relationship

minors dni, please ! (nsfw tags under the cut)

content probably needs another proof read, men explaining sex, multiple scenes of ji lasting a millisecond (jk, jk), pet-names (pretty, babe, baby), reader naturally takes on a bit of a dominate role, brief missionary, cunniligus, overstimulation, hair-pulling, unprotected probone, even more missionary, ear play + sucking, creampie, and a tiny off-hand joke about dh offering to fawk jisung

word count 6k

author’s note listen, ik virtually everyone came out of tds3 loving chenle (rightfully so) but personally, i’ve been on jisung timing since my stop teehee 🤭

I. ACT ONE

Jisung had dreamed of this moment much more than he’d care to admit to. You both had been dating for nearly a year and had yet gotten to the point of stark intimacy, well, until now.

It was breathtaking really, seeing you under him. He couldn’t believe this was his reality, that you were actually doing this with him. That was all he could think about when you first initiated it. He let you take the lead, per usual, but this time it reached a point where he was eager to agree when you asked if he was ready.

Though, at this moment, he was coming to regret that excited confirmation he had delivered earlier.

“Oh,” you verbalized from the junction of Jisung’s neck following the sudden stall in his movements. “Did you…?”

A faint whimper escapes from Jisung’s lips, visibly coming down from his evident climax. You watch as Jisung’s eyes flutter open, his face soon contorting into a look of sheer horror, dropping his head to where your bodies met to witness the scene completely for himself.

“Oh my god…” he mumbles in what you read as bewilderment, his head snapping back to speak to you.

“___, I am so sorry.” Jisung sputters out immediately.

A fond laugh fights its way through you, and you shake your head to mask it away. “No, no. It’s okay, Ji’…”

You try to comfort him, but his flushed face remains puffy with frustration. Your hands that come to coddle his bloated cheeks do little to soothe his nerves. Jisung huffs, undoubtedly upset with himself.

“Hey, look at me.” You urge his gaze to meet your own, he finds your eyes soft and a tender smile playing at your lips. Jisung finds his heart rate slowing at this, the pad of your thumb that smoothes over his tense jaw aiding in his relaxation.

“We can stop, if you want?”

Jisung inhales sharply, squeezing his eyes shut as if once he opens them back up that this moment will have never happened. But you’re still there, waiting patiently for his answer.

He thinks for a moment. There was a thought that spoke to him, to keep going as he knew how long you both had waited for this night. But the weight of his reality felt like it was physically crushing him too much to listen.

“Uh, yeah. I think that’d be best…” He answers meekly and you reluctantly nod.

His room falls silent besides from the rustling of you assisting him with pulling out and the bed creaking under his weight as he plops in the spot next to your body. You regretfully sit up after only experiencing time on your back momentarily, sparing a solemn look to Jisung who’s large hands hide his face.

“You okay?” Your voice is gentle as you probe him.

Jisung clears his throat, revealing his face briefly when he sits up on his elbows to address you. It’s painted a furious pink from what you assume is his embarrassment and shimmers with sweat. “Yeah, I just—uh— need a minute.”

Understanding of him, you decide to slip away to handle yourself. “Okay, well, I’ll be in the bathroom.”

“Mhm.” Jisung nods, watching you intently as you slide from the mattress, grabbing his once discarded tee, and trail to the nearby bathroom before disappearing behind the door.

His body meets his bed again with a thud, shielding his hot face away with his hands once again.

II. JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE

It takes a number of business days before Jisung can even work up the courage to see you in person, let alone mention what had transpired that night. The memory had been gnawing away at him since, every time he blinked, or tried to sleep, your nonplus reaction to his “premature” arrival was all he could see.

There was no way he could bring it up in conversation just yet… at least not to you.

“You what?!” Renjun exclaims in absolute horror.

“He lasted thirty seconds!” Chenle gleefully responds for Jisung, still coming down from the belly-splitting laughing fit he had just went through before informing Renjun.

Brazenly (and stupidly), Jisung had decided he was fed up with his set of circumstances— trusting his best-friend and roommate, Chenle, with the information that had landed him in this unfortunate position.

But very quickly, he realized just how much of a mistake that was.

Jisung sighs frustratedly— sparing the brunette a piercing glare before angling his attention back to Renjun, “It was more like a minute and a half…”

“Oh, Jisung, that’s still not good.” Renjun comes over, slowly sitting on the opposite side of his junior.

“I know.” Jisung physically slumps in his spot, a cutesy pout on his face.

A tight-lipped, earnest smile graces Renjun’s face and he places a comforting hand on Jisung’s shoulder. “Did you at least help her?”

Jisung asks blankly, confused. “With what?”

Renjun pauses alongside Chenle, both of them sharing a horrified look while Jisung looks between them like a neonate dear.

“You didn’t help her?!” Chenle screeches, eyes bulging and eyebrows angled in complete confusion.

“Do what?!” Jisung bellows, now frustrated.

“Jisung, even I know what you’re supposed to do for your girlfriend in the event you.. finish early…” Renjun voices deeply and careful enough for his friend’s digestion.

Jisung pauses for a moment, picking apart Renjun’s words before making a face of understanding.“I— oh, well she said she’d take care of it!”

“Still,” Renjun sighs, taking a moment to calm himself. “you’re supposed to offer, man.”

“I’ve got to tell Mark about this…” Chenle shakes his head, already typing in the group chat.

III. SECOND OPINION(S)

“Dude…”

Mark’s face is twisted in an expression Jisung can only decipher as disbelief, a common emotion he’s encountered since filling in his friend group on his situation.

“I know, I know. It’s not a good look.”

Donghyuck scoffs amusedly, having stopped in on the conversation after overhearing the absurd topic. “It’s an awful look, actually. How do you cum in thirty seconds without getting your girl off after?”

“It wasn’t—“ Jisung sighs, gathering himself. “I don’t know. I have no idea what I’m doing.” He recedes, sinking into the material of the couch that supported him, Mark, and Jaemin.

“Well, ___ knows this, right?” Jeno pipes from beside Donghyuck after remaining silent the whole debriefing session.

Jisung shifts in his spot, shrinking from the burning gazes of his friends as they wait for him to overshare. “Yeah, I mean, we talked about it before. But she has experience, and— I dunno— I thought I’d at least do okay…”

“Ah, Jisung. No ones ever perfect doing anything for the first time.” Jaemin plants a rather rough yet consoling pat on the younger’s back.

“I was.” Donghyuck interjects, a smug look on his face while shrugging his shoulders.

Renjun scoffs, shoving the back of the former’s head from his positioning— leaning over the same couch Donghyuck happened to be sprawled across. “You cried.”

“Aht!“ Donghyuck rubs his head, snapping around to correct his friend. “That was the second time!”

Mark sighs deeply, drawing the attention away from his friends’ squabble. “Jisung, have you both talked about it since?”

Jisung anxiously plays with his ear, pouting. “Well, no, even if I wanted to I just don’t know what I’d say…” It was a true concern for him. He had muddled over the scenario in his about a dozen times at this point, and every time he couldn’t find the appropriate words to say to you— even if you weren’t even really there.

“Sorry for only lasting thirty seconds?” Chenle wickedly suggests, earning yet another warning glare from Jisung.

“Ou, if you don’t know how to say it, you could always get a cake!” Donghyuck piles on, promptly earning another wack to his head— this time Jeno is the unamused culprit.

“Look, next time you see her, just be honest.” Jaemin advises, effectively drowning out the whining of his battered friend who claimed Chenle deserves the lashings because he commented first.

Jisung nods, considering it but not with another issue forming in his mind. “Okay, well… what about… you know...”

“The sex?” A handful of them chime in response.

The younger boy’s lips form a tight, shy line, obviously still finding the topic a bit taboo. “Yes, yes— that. What am I supposed to do? I don’t want a repeat of last time…”

“Just watch a bunch of porn, that’s what I did.” Donghyuck recommends, still testing his luck.

Exhausted, Renjun simply lets his eyes pierce into the back of his friend’s head for a moment before sighing.

“How about we don’t do that and just give you some pointers, hmm?”

Jisung claps his hands together, liking that nugget of advice way more than Donghyuck’s, who sits offended, tongue infamously poking his cheek.

“Okay, sounds good.”

IV. H.T.P.A.S.Y.G 101

Now, when Jisung was told that everyone would be meeting in he, Chenle, and Renjun’s shared living room to “give him pointers”, he didn’t necessarily expect to be surrounded by his friends while his television displayed a slide show.

Surprisingly, Donghyuck ran the operation with his laptop perched on the armrest on the opposite couch, even after his treatment the other night.

“Alright, Jisung, welcome to how to please and satisfy your girl 1-0-1!” Donghyuck stands at the center of the room, gesturing towards the screen that projects the title ‘H.T.P.A.S.Y.G 101’— along with throwaway stock photos of couples experiencing varied emotions.

“Woah. Did you make this?” Jisung voices, foolishly impressed with his friend’s set-up.

Donghyuck’s facials drop, “No. It was already a template on Canva.” He deadpans while Jisung makes a motion of understanding.

Collectively, his friends blink ludicrously at Jisung’s naïveté. “He made it, Jisung-ie…” Jaemin clarifies slowly.

“Ah,” the latter nods, embarrassment creeping up his skin.

Donghyuck shakes his head before putting the attention back on the screen where he flips to the next slide, automatically does Jisung pull out his phone to retain the coming information.

“Okay, first rule, don’t come in thirty seconds.”

A cacophony of snickers and tittering emerge from the group at Jisung’s expense.

“I— how long are you guys gonna run with this?” Jisung cringes, regretting all over again even including the detail of his duration.

The man in the center staggers back into his spot, pretending to wipe away fallen tears. “I’m sorry it’s too funny…”

“Now! It may seem hard but the last thing we want is a redo of what happened last time, yes?” Jisung nods shamefully, lips tight.

“Next rule, be a giver. Down the line you can find out whether or not she prefers it but to start, you wanna take charge and get your girl off.”

Jisung hums, his focus being the ever growing list on his phone-screen. Curious, Jeno peers over at him.

“A—are you seriously taking notes?” He furrows his brows at the open tab in Jisung’s notes app.

“Hey, he’s a diligent learner!” Donghyuck waves a warning finger towards Jeno before turning to reassure Jisung. “Don’t worry, Jisung, the best students study.”

He addresses his older friend’s defense of him briefly, already having questions about the lesson. “When we say… get her off— what do you mean?”

“Eat her out, Jisung.” Chenle interjects flatly.

“Oh.” Jisung’s head bobs slowly. “And how do I do that?”

The “teacher” sucks his teeth, “Christ, do we have to teach you everything?”

Jisung just blinks in response, earning a tired sigh from Donghyuck, “I’ll send you some material after class.”

“Okay.” Jisung nods.

“Third rule! Take it slow. Kind of ties back into rule one but can be used elsewhere. Listen, I know you’re a bit of a fumbling mess but at least try and make it seem like you know what you’re doing.”

Despite the directed jab, Jisung continues to diligently jot down Donghyuck’s advice.

“What does ___ like, do you know?” Mark pipes.

“Sexually?” The boy’s eyes go wide, a bit startled.

Mark snorts, “I’m not asking for her favorite food, man,”

Jisung breathes out a sheepish laugh, “Ah, well, she’s kinda sensitive around the ears…”

Donghyuck claps, startling Jisung but effectively grabbing his attention, “Alright, involve that! Kiss, lick, suck for all I care. You gotta do something that’ll turn her on, you can’t just whip your dick out and stop there, got it?”

“Got it.” Jisung re-affirms, intently copying down every word that leaves his friends’ mouths.

“Well, I think that’s enough for today,” Donghyuck nods, clearly proud of himself.

“Thank god.” Jaemin sighs exasperatedly, earning himself a warning look from Donghyuck. The ladder rolls his eyes, smiling at Jisung who overviews what he’s learnt so far.

“You seem like you picked up well, I’ll quiz you after you watch the material.”

Jeno snorts, “You do know you’re not an actual teacher, right?”

Donghyuck smugly smirks, propping his hands onto his hips.

“Don’t be a hater, Jen’. If you want a lesson, you can just ask. Don’t think I forgot about what Iseul said— agh!” Swiftly, Jeno starts strangling Donghyuck to cut him off, the ladder dramatically flopping on the couch behind him and taking the older boy with him.

Using the commotion to his advantage, Renjun swoops in to take a seat next to Jisung, who quietly reviews his notes in the midst of the chaos.

“And Jisung,”

“Hmm?” The younger glances up from his notes.

“Don’t forget that the reason we’re here is because ___ likes you. Not what you can do for her in bed or any tricks these idiots are telling you to do…”

“Ah, okay.”

“I mean, we all mean well— even Donghyuck— but what matters most is that you’re yourself. That’s what ___’s most attracted to, right?”

“Yeah, I guess…” Jisung answers hesitantly.

“Right. Maybe you should watch that video Donghyuck sends you, though.” Renjun suggests a bit quieter, though his urgency remains evident.

Jisung laughs at his older friend, nodding in understanding. “Will do!”

V. ACT TWO

The next you spend genuine alone time with Jisung is two weeks following the whole incident, you’re grateful that he’s grown comfortable again with skin-ship. Missing nights like these where you two were able to wordlessly cuddle up together without an evident damper hanging over the room. Of course, you’d love to address that night. Maybe even give it another try but unless Jisung makes it clear that he’s comfortable with it, you suppress any and all thoughts about it.

Much to your liking, the night carried on like usual. No roommates to interrupt your skinship, or to witness the chaste kisses you gave each other. But in the midst of watching the second film Jisung had gladly let you choose— you realize just how touchy he’s getting.

A typical reserved hand that would be perched on your hip was playing with the hem of your shorts, igniting the bare skin with every brief graze.

Curious, you angle your head upwards on Jisung’s shoulder, immediately drawing his attention from the screen and down to you.

“You okay?” You inquire, an eyebrow raising. You tried to hide your excitement but the grin that found your features was an obvious giveaway that you were losing.

Jisung simply hums, his hands still stationed in their new territory. You nod, “Okay…” and instinctively crane your head up to signal a kiss.

Quickly, Jisung obliges, meeting you halfway and connecting your lips. Your intent was for it to be just like the other kisses that happened tonight. Quick, sweet, no alternative intent, but that was clearly not Jisung’s shared intention.

When you depart, he follows, and you have no problem in giving him what he wants. The kiss is extended, the hand on your thigh tightening in grip. You match Jisung’s vigor, equally biting at his lips and easing your tongue in his mouth when his own licks at your entrance. But you have to say you were not expecting this.

Soon, Jisung’s body was angled nearly on top of you and he showed no signs of stopping. Both hands now on your waist as he titled you backwards, still intently keeping your mouths fixed together.

“Oh, hello?” You manage to get out.

“Hi.”

Jisung takes control, which is very unusual since typically you’ll straddle him when making out. But you allow it to happen, your back meeting the bed as Jisung kisses you passionately. This kiss is much different than one you’ve ever shared with him, normally he’s way more reserved— even before your first time he was shy, but obviously a fire has been lit under him to redeem himself.

You’re the first to pull away, not moving far but just enough to be able to catch your breath. Jisung has never kissed you speechless before, but you’re okay if this was to become your new reality.

“Jisung…”

He ignores you, kissing down your neck while his large hands grope you. He's hungry, his teeth grazing against your skin in rotation with his suckling but his bruises still feel like heaven— you didn’t even know he was capable of leaving such marks.

Jisung’s cold hands are suddenly under your shirt, lifting the large garment that once belonged to him over your naked breasts. One of them even snaking down to your thin sleep shorts while the other remains to thumb at your now perked nipples.

“Oh— Jisung, wait!” Pausing your pleasure to confront your boyfriend.

He looks at you in surprise, as if he’s been caught doing something wrong.

“Are you sure about this?” You ask carefully.

“I wanna make you feel good…” he replies as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, you blink— slowly gathering yourself as Jisung continues to kiss down your abdomen and eventually to the center of your legs.

You stutter when you feel his hot breath on your core, it’s been so long you’ve had anything like this, you hate to say you’ve been waiting on it but fuck— you have been.

“Ji…” your hand cups the back of his nape, the other replacing his hand that once toyed with your chest.

Jisung gazes up at you, a look that reads that he’s asking you for permission. He quickly drinks up how he’s got you, shirt pushed to your over your breasts— leaving them on display, you look down at him— almost pained while you wait for his next move, lip tucked in between your teeth— a thumb to your own nipple.

Final inch of resolve snapping, Jisung flattens his warm tongue over your sleep shorts, humming instantaneously when his muscle meets the fabric. It’s lewd but he can’t help himself, especially when he encounters the already wet stain in the seat of your bottoms. He quickly gets to work, though, savagely his tongue ravishes you with one measly layer keeping him from fully tasting you.

The sight is one to see, your routinely sweet and respectful boyfriend with his head between your legs— tongue lapping and dancing around your cunt through your shorts.

You can barely take anymore, you need him. You didn’t care what his level of skill was, you needed more stimulation than this.

Jisungs jumps back a bit when you sit up to interrupt him, the shorts being slipped off. “Ji, please, please, keep going,” both of your legs are back on either side of his head, this time your bare, silky cunt on full display. No longer hidden by the baby blue bottoms.

You’re practically begging, your hips involuntarily shifting closer and closer to Jisung’s face as you wait. Jisung couldn’t believe his eyes, you’ve never really begged for him before. Not like this, so vulnerable. His tent had pitched ages ago but the strain he felt watching you now was a different kind of pain.

His newfound confidence falters a bit, wordlessly nodding up at you with wet eyes before obediently lapping at your cunt again. You throw your head back as a whimper rips through you, shifting back onto your elbows to play with your chest again. Not forgetting to keep one hand anchored in Jisung’s hair.

His movements are cautious at first, proving that this is definitely his first time but once he finds a pace that seemingly fits you best, he carries on with it. He alternates between sucking your throbbing clit to dipping his tongue deeper in your folds to tongue at your hole. You’d ask him where he learned that from but you’re too caught up with how good it feels that the question burns out on your tongue.

Before you know it, you’re close to coming already. With it being so long since you've had this, paired with the uncontrollable moans Jisung emits as he restlessly laps up all your juices, you can’t take much more.

“Fuck, Jisung. I’m close…”

Jisung hums, unaware just what that does for you. You whine pulling his hair tighter, in return it’s his turn to whimper. It’s uncomfortable, as he’s realized from the past times you’ve tugged his hair but he would never stop you.

“God, please don’t stop,” With Jisung’s locks entirely in your grasp, you can’t stop yourself from grinding your cunt upwards. Jisung takes a beat to adjust but realizes what you want, he shifts down a bit. The tip of his nose giving your clit the friction it so desperately desires while his tongue draws sloppy circles around your entrance.

You groan, the knot in your stomach tightening. You’re almost intelligible with your blubbering but Jisung manages to make out that you’re— in fact— about to come.

Jisung takes what he’s learned from his lessons and even earlier from this encounter and lets his tongue dip in and out of your hole faintly, giving you little stimulation that leads you closer while you grind on his face.

His quick shift leads your orgasm to come crashing down on you. Jisung’s face is pulled flush to your pussy as you come but he could care less, he watches keenly with wide eyes as you lurch upward, riding his face until you finally come down completely.

His room is still for a moment but Jisung is so absolutely enthralled with the moment and how he’s just made you unravel before him. Gluttonous, he doesn’t wait much longer before he’s dipping back into your folds. Lapping at you and especially your hole, he feels like a madman. The taste of you sends shivers down his spine, your surprised noises only egging him on.

“Oh my god, Ji! Wait, wait, oh,” the intrusion of Jisung’s middle finger is completely foreign but welcomed.

Where the hell was he learning this all from?

Jisung continues to work you open, never neglecting your folds and clit for a moment.

“Ji, if you don’t stop,” you shudder, trying to gather your bearings. “I’m gonna come.”

“Want it,” he moans against your pussy. “Do it again for me, pretty.”

It feels as if you’ve been thrown into the Twilight Zone. Never has Jisung said your nickname in such a tone, so deep and dripping with lust. Butterflies erupt in your stomach, taking your mind off his dual stimulation for just a moment.

With the addition of Jisung’s lengthy digit that now pops in and out of you, it doesn’t take long for your second orgasm to hit, you cry out for your boyfriend again— this time instinctively begging for some control. But your pleas fall on deaf ears, it’s like he’s dead set on keeping his face between your legs, it’s becoming too much at this point. If you two were gonna do this, you wanted him to get something out of it too.

“Fuck, Jisung, too much!”

Jisung snaps from his reverie, all of his ministrations drawing back with his head peeking from between your thighs in concern. You’re finally able to catch your breath, smiling down at him to quell his apparent anxiety. Shyly, he smiles back.

He clears his throat, “Are you okay?”

You laugh at this, still struggling to stabilize your breathing while your body pulsed with what could either be desire or exhaustion. “I am. Better than ever, actually. Are you?”

“Mhm. I uh— I didn’t hurt you or anything?”

“No, Ji, I just don’t think I’d be able to take another orgasm just yet.”

“Oh, okay.” He nods.

You giggle at him, how insane was it that he completely left you dumbstruck on two separate occasions just seconds ago and was acting all reserved the next.

“C’mere,” you open up your arms to him. He rushes to you. Giving you what you want and joining your lips. He's completely unaware just how wet his face is until it’s on your’s and he finds it a bit embarrassing.

But you don’t falter at all, instead kissing him deeply while your hands unmistakably find the boner hitched in his sweats.

Jisung stutters, physically jolting out of the kiss. “Uh, do you wanna move onto that so soon?”

“Well, I don’t want to be the only one who gets off. That’s not fair to you, is it?”

“I’ll be happy as long as you’re satisfied…”

“Ji,” you wipe away your juices that have gathered on his chin.

“Hmm?”

“I’m only satisfied when I know you are too, now, strip.”

Jisung nearly lets a ‘yes, ma’am’ slip from his throat before he hurriedly slips off his clothes. You laugh at how cute he is, removing your own shirt.

“Now, boss, how do you wanna do this?”

“Uh— however you want—“

“Jisung.”

He sighs at the call of his name from your lips, gulping as you stare up to him. “How about… on your stomach?”

“Oh? You don’t want to see my pretty face, hmm?”

“No! I mean, of course I do! You don’t have to—“

“Ji, baby, I’m fucking with you. I’d love to.” with that you roll over, grabbing one of Jisung’s pillows before slipping it under you.

“Oh.” Jisung sighs, the sight of you obeying him and propping yourself up effectively sending more strain to his member.

“Well don’t stop now, come on,” you reach a hand back for Jisung to grab. He obliges, walking to the edge of the bed, and grabbing your hand. He recalls this position from the couple of ”study materials” Donghyuck had sent and he joins you on the bed, shuffling on his knees till his cock hovers your ass.

You shift under him, hiking your ass higher to encourage him to stick his length in. He takes the message and grips his cock, he doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard before.

When he finally lines himself up and sinks inside of you, he hisses while you whimper. Jisung’s hands are practically godsend but nothing, and you mean nothing compares to his dick. You haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since your first time. And always found yourself a tad bit disappointed whenever he would turn you down following it.

“Fuck, Ji, you’re so big, baby,” you groan, trying to adjust as his heavy cock continues to stretch you open.

Jisung can only huff, holding onto his last ounce of control. He's about to come, he can feel it. His hips still, knowing if he moves anymore he’ll end up spoiling this again.

“Oh, please keep moving,” you whine, taking matters into your own hands and pushing your hips back to pick up where he has left off.

“Shit, ___, wait—“ Jisung braces his broad hands against your back, stilling you for a moment. Your head cranes back, concerned but still evidently in need.

“I— I’m about to come…” he speaks weakly, almost as if he’s embarrassed. Which he absolutely is.

You pout, confused with his display of shame.

“That’s fine, baby. Just don’t stop, please, I need you.” The sound of you begging while continuing to grind your ass on his cock sends Jisung absolutely reeling. His eyes squeeze shut, sighing heavily before allowing you to meet him halfway. Your own movements make you purr in delight, you continue to grind against him, and Jisung finds his hips moving too.

He snaps into you, chasing your cunt when you pull away. You moan in surprise, Jisung finally melting and leaning down to stabilize himself as his hips find a shallow pace.

He groans, hiding his flustered face in the junction of your shoulder.

“___…” Jisung pants.

“It’s okay, you can come, fuck, come for me, baby…”

It takes one sharp thrust before Jisung completely loses himself, releasing an almost pained groan into your neck. He continues to jaggedly move in and out of you while you feel him release himself in you, his load spurting along your walls and escaping onto the surrounding areas.

You helplessly moan at the feeling, a tad disappointed when your boyfriend’s eager hips cease to a stop.

“Hmm. Feel better?” You lilt, propping your chin on your shoulder to get the best glimpse of him.

Jisung shudders, breathing out a small laugh. “Yeah, I— sorry…”

“It’s okay, babe. Now, pull out.”

“Hmm? Oh, right!” He heeds to your directions, easing out of you but not without some slither of sadness. He had done it again. Sure, he made you cum but he barely lasted a few minutes inside of you like he had hoped.

Promptly, you shuffle onto your back, cracking your legs open. Shocked, Jisung’s gaze drops to your cunt, now messily decorated with a glistening mix of his semen, saliva, and your own cum.

“You didn’t think that was it, did you?”

Jisung blinks because he absolutely thought you two were finished for the night. You chuckle, hooking your legs around Jisung’s thighs.

“I’m not done with you just yet, Ji’…”

It’s hard for Jisung to shield his excitement, gladly positioning himself in front of you. He grips himself to align with you once again, allowing his other hand to plant by your head.

He could die right now and be absolutely satisfied, Jisung thinks as you suck him back in your walls. His face hovers your own, watching intently as your features scrunches in pleasure.

Quickly adjusting to the sensation of him stretching you out again, you take note of how statuesque he is,“Move, babe.” You gently remind.

“Right, sorry—“ Jisung takes a moment to laugh at himself, garnering an endeared smile from you.

Your hands extend up to hold his face. “No more apologizing, okay?” Jisung nods along with you in response, his heart swelling at your tender act of affection despite him being several inches inside of you.

“Okay, sor— ahem, okay…” you giggle at his immediate slip up, and Jisung arranges his hips in a way that instantly takes your mind off of it, starting to rock into you once more, now both having climaxed once (or twice, in your case)— sensitivity strikes you both but there’s no way that was gonna stop either of you.

“Feel so good,” you hum.

“Yeah?” Jisung asks, innocently, keeping his rhythm as sound as possible.

“Mhm. Don’t stop, okay?”

“I won’t.” Jisung solidifies, finding confidence in being able to see your face and how you visually react to his movements. His hips begin to reel back a greater distance, snapping into you with a fervor that leaves you crying for more.

The obscene sound of Jisung’s thighs repeatedly crashing into your own fill the room, paired with the whine of his name from your lips and the sploshing sound of the wetness between your legs.

Unfortunately, Donghyuck’s voice echoes in his mind, but for good reason. Removing himself from your hold a bit, Jisung leans down to start pecking your ear.

You hum in satisfaction, shuddering under him.

He knew you well, he could still recall the first time he accidentally grazed the area of your ear with his lips. You lurched away with embarrassment washing over you but he had found it to be one of the cutest things in the world. Not many things could pacify you like that, but a little love to your ear did.

You arch yourself into your boyfriend when his tongue darts out of his mouth to flick the shell of your ear, your new positioning encouraging the depth of Jisung’s length. It doesn’t help that Jisung has found his pacing, a mind-numbing repetition of the head of his cock grazing the precise spot that leaves your vision spotty with stars.

“Shit, M’gonna come,” you aimlessly exclaim, the strength you’d usually have to filter your thoughts from useless babble existing no longer.

Jisung hums, continuing to lap at your ear, taking Donghyuck’s nonchalant advice and running with it. You gasp in elation when you feel Jisung suckle at your ear, nipping it before it leaves his mouth.

“Fuck, who taught you this?” Restless, you bring his face back to meet yours, you find your boyfriend’s pupils completely blown out and eyes lidded heavily. You trace his furrowed eyebrows to his parted puffy lips.

Jisung leans down, your inquiry not reaching him whatsoever. Your lips meet and you whimper into the kiss, it’s wet and noisy. Your muscles searching for the best taste of each other.

Your third orgasm was barrelling towards you quickly, and you find yourself looking for anything to give you stability. Mindlessly, your hand traces the distance from Jisung’s face to one of his hands that remains planted on the bed beside you.

Without a second thought does he intertwine your fingers, pressing your joined palms into the mattress as he begins to lose momentum.

“Please keep going,” you wail. ”I’m gonna come.”

Jisung nods, his lips tucked between his teeth as he tries to keep himself together for you. He watched you contort and writhe in pleasure, now becoming familiar with your body’s pattern before a climax.

Your free hand travels to Jisung’s broad back, leaving traces of yourself with savagely placed scratches. He winces, the sting of your fingernails against his back throwing him off but simultaneously driving him to keep going. His own features scrunching to alert you that he himself was close to snapping.

“Ah, please, please—!” You whine, bracing yourself, deliberately pulling Jisung flush to you the best you could to milk to most friction out of him as possible. Your shallow yank is enough to have the large man toppling over and on top of you.

The desired stimulation of your clit grazing against Jisung is enough to coax your next orgasm out of you. You cum, angling your hips to take as much as Jisung could still offer. It doesn’t take long for him to be right there with you, whining while his hips buck aimlessly into you. Your sounds are equal in desperation, both racing to chase your highs.

“Oh.” Your hands aid Jisung’s hips toward you as he continues to release his seed inside of you until he finally fully collapses onto your body.

Serenity returns to Jisung’s room, the pair of you well past the point of exhaustion to move an inch. Jisung, seemingly coming to, is the first to move (much to your dismay). He grunts, peeling himself from your sticky with sweat body and peering down at you for a moment.

It lingers, his study of you. And typically, he was the one who would shy away from such intense eye contact but you find your eyes flitting away first. You’ve never had someone be so engrossed with you, with your satisfaction, so worried with pleasing you.

Jisung breathes out a laugh, “What?”

“Nothing.” You shake your head, equally as giddy.

“You’re shy?”

“No,” you suck your teeth, fighting the smile that threatens to give you away, “just wanna know why you’re staring…”

“Mm. Is staring at my pretty girlfriend so wrong?”

“…Hmm,” you pause as if you’re thinking for a moment. “No. I guess not.” You shrug.

“Good.” Jisung bends down to peck your lips before fully removing himself from on top of you. He sighs when his back flops on the bed beside you.

“Okay but seriously, where the hell did all of that come from?”

Jisung chuckles at the urgency in your voice, shifting to lay on his side. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you…”

“Pfft. After tonight I think I’m more open to any possibilities…”

“Hmm… okay, it was Donghyuck.” Jisung admits bashfully.

Immediately does your mouth gape open in absolute disbelief. “No fucking way.”

“See!”

“Donghyuck—? He taught you all of that?!”

“Well, I studied and kind of just… went with the flow I guess?” Jisung shrugs as if it’s nothing.

“Wow. For a second there I was scared he gave you one-on-one lessons…”

“Woah,” Jisung blinks, shocked that you precisely assumed what he had purposefully left out of the exchange. “Believe it or not, he tried.”

“I believe it,” You giggle, the ridiculous image flashing in your mind and leaving just as quick as it came.

“I guess I have to give him his flowers then.” you sigh, a hand extending to brush away Jisung’s fallen fringe so you can fully see his face. He fights a smile back, helping you by sweeping his hair back.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… I don’t think I have to tell you how great you were.” You snort, gesturing to your tired body. Jisung gladly follows your gaze, admiring your bareness once more.

Jisung hums, throwing an arm around your damp abdomen to tug you closer into him. You wordlessly oblige, sighing contently when your skin meets his again.

“Well, I think you were the star.” Jisung comments softly, his face now in your neck.

You coo silently, instinctively placing a hand on his jaw. “As much as I’d like to take credit, I can’t,” Jisung’s gaze shifts to your face when you tilt his head up.

“Not when you helped me through three orgasms.”

You peck your boyfriend’s lips as a form of punctuation. Though, you’re not able to drift far since Jisung’s mouth chases your own, deepening your once innocent kiss. You’re tired and your lips are beyond bruised but you just can’t help yourself. The way he hums from underneath you only drives your need for him intensifying.

While your mouth moves against his with conviction, tonguing at his lips to allow you more freedom, and he finds his hands gravitating to your hips to give him some stability. Jisung sighs discontentedly when your lips disconnect, his eyes remaining shut for a beat before fluttering back open.

“Well, how do you feel about a fourth?” Jisung proposes carefully, though his expression shows that he’s clearly desperate for your agreement and for your lips to return to his own.

Quickly, your eyes widen in astonishment. “Really? Are you sure—?” Your worries are cut short by Jisung’s mouth. It’s short but effective in getting his point across.

He pulls away, an amused smirk on his face. “I’m sure.”

“Okay,” you giggle, finding yourself incredibly aroused by Jisung’s newfound confidence. You would certainly have to thank Donghyuck in some way for this abrupt change in your boyfriend’s behavior, unfortunately.

“Well let's not waste time then…”

© jigueminunbich 2024

𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙏𝘾𝙃 𝙈𝙊𝘿𝙀: 𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙘𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 !

Welcome to GLITCH MODE; an rpg starring none other than the nct dream members! In each mission, you will take on the role of a new character and play through the story quest to reach the end!

[MAIN MENU]: from controllers and professional gaming pc’s, to head sets and twitch subs— the boys have it all. competitive, smart and ever ready to win, they begin to realize that there’s another prize lying out in the real world for them, the prize of your heart.

[SETTINGS]: fluff, angst, gamer! au, streamer! au, various trope pairings, fluff, angst, comedy, romance, suggestive, food, profanity, etc. warnings and themes will be added with every individual fic.

[DURATION]: speedrun: 3k | playthrough: 9k

[NEW GAME]: START (latest release)

▸𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟐 | na jaemin

version: streamer! jaemin, gamer! jaemin, friends with benefits au, profanity, fluff, slight comedy, angst duration: tba closed beta test: Na Jaemin has always been player 1, the one at the top of the player chart with all the wins and everything he could possibly want. Being the best sometimes got to his head and unfortunately for you, you were the girl who was hopelessly in love with him, eager to please. It’s sad really, the fact he only ever saw you as player 2.

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▸𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐒𝟓 | lee donghyuck

version: streamer! hyuck, gamer! hyuck, established relationship au, profanity, comedy, fluff, slight angst duration: tba closed beta test: Your boyfriend is sweet and considerate, always looking out for you and making sure to be there for you. You had met him in one of your college classes and although you had been with him for over two years, sometimes you wonder if he loved his PlayStation 5 more than he loved you.

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▸𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | lee jeno

version: gamer! jeno, streamer! jeno, enemies to lovers but also friends to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, angst duration: tba closed beta test: Lee Jeno is the epitome of everything you could ever hate, and the feeling is mutual. You’ve competed in almost everything against each other, determined to gain the upper hand. On a totally unrelated note, that fun streamer you’re pretty good friends with is thinking about doing a face reveal.

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▸𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄 | zhong chenle

version: gamer! chenle, streamer! chenle, friends to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, mutual pining, angst duration: tba closed beta test: Zhong Chenle wasn’t the type of guy to get nervous easily. He had known his worth ever since he was a little kid, so it wasn’t often that he found his palms sweating and words stumbling over each other. The only time that happened was when you were involved.

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▸𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 | mark lee

version: gamer! mark, streamer! mark, strangers to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, angst duration: tba closed beta test: Mark Lee was popular, there was no doubt about that. Being one of the most relevant twitch streamers tended to do that to you in the online world as well as the offline one. That popularity led to a plethora of people falling for his sweet demeanor and pretty smile, so you knew that winning his heart would be a challenging game it itself.

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▸𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐒 | huang renjun

version: gamer! renjun, streamer! renjun, exes to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, angst duration: tba closed beta test: You’re heard of crying in the club, now get ready for crying on your DS! There was only one person in the world who managed to get you doing that and it was none other than your darling ex-boyfriend; Huang Renjun. The world hates you though, because you end up having to compete against him in a gaming competition. Using a DS.

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▸𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 | park jisung

version: gamer! jisung, streamer! jisung, best friends to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, angst,  duration: tba closed beta test: Jisung was the complete opposite of you, he liked peaceful games like animal crossing and you liked league. He liked story based games and you liked horror. Too bad that he was head over heels for you, because if there was one this both his viewers and you liked to do, it was to make him suffer.

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I love this so much. I have the biggest soft spot for Jisung but I don’t see a lot of writings for him compared to the other dreamies so I always love finding something so amazing like this fix right here.

title — the things i know pairing — soccerplayer!jisung x female reader genres — angst, fluff, high school au, strangers to lovers au, first love au, long distance relationship, hurt and comfort, coming of age overall warnings — underage drinking, cancer, character death, language, mentions of hickeys, fainting, mentions and descriptions of hospitals, soccer inaccuracies, lots of angst (you’ve been warned!) word count — 14.8k summary — jisung has never been keen on growing up, or even understanding what adulting means. at seventeen, all he knows is: he loves soccer (and he’s damn gifted at it), and girls are very pretty but also plenty scary. then he met you, his first love who turned his life upside down and made his stomach roll like the soccer balls he loved to kick around the field. but when your cancer comes back after years in remission, jisung thinks, he doesn’t really want to grow up anymore. playlist — falling, harry styles ; your guardian angel, red jumpsuit apparatus ; my first and last, nct dream ; bye my first, nct dream ; orchid, jeremy zucker

additional — for the heartbreak hotel collab hosted by @nct-writers​. my concept in the five stages of grief was “acceptance and hope.” thank you to my babes @suh-insane​ and @astroboy-lele​ for proof-reading!

The thing about knowledge is that you never know when or what you’re going to learn. There’s no way for you to predict what will be of your mind when you fall into bed that night, surrendering to the moon. In the morning, there’s no telling what knowledge your brain will choose to store away for remembrance over the course of the night, and what your brain will decide is unnecessary. What you decide not to remember is a memory you can’t even miss. 

When you wake up every morning, you don’t know if you’ll go to bed having met someone who will change your life forever. 

At seventeen, there are two things that Park Jisung knows. One, he loves playing soccer (and he’s damn good at it, the way his long legs carry him across the field in what seems to onlookers like seconds). Two, girls are very pretty but plenty scary as well. 

The day starts out normally, like any other away game that the team plays.

He wakes up at six o’clock on the dot, and eats a large breakfast to hold him over for the game, then packs a few granola bars into his soccer bag and lets his sister know he’s leaving before he jogs the way to the park where the bus is waiting for his team. The ride is normally an hour long, so he either tucks his earbuds into his ears and tries to get in a short nap or he converses with his teammates. 

Today though, the bus ride is three hours long. Crossing his hoodie-clad arms across his chest to act against the cold air of the bus, he focuses his gaze outside and watches as the town goes by. 

“Yo, Jisung, check this out!” 

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hot chocolate

han jisung x fem!reader

description: fluff. reader starts her period and jisung comes in to help. short scene with the reader, chan, changbin, and hyunjin.

warnings: no warnings really, talks about periods.

wc: 1.4k

a/n: my period came 2 days earlier than when it was supposed to, so I decided to write what happened today(ofc jisung wasn't in my home lol). writing this definitely helped me feel better. :)

*not proofread*

I groaned as I laid in bed, trying to find a more comfortable spot. ever since I started getting periods, they got worse every month with every year. its to the point where I'm throwing up and passing out due to cramps- which just started happening this year. nothing seemed to help: walking around, jogging, working out, dancing, over the counter medicine, prescription medicine, nothing. heating pads and warm drinks helped me make it through the day, but just barely. the first day is always the worst of them all, I couldn't move without pain coursing through my body. so I stayed in one spot not moving, with nothing to eat or drink.

I curled up into a ball as I pulled my weighted blanket over my body, along with my other blankets on the bed. I nestled my head into my childhood stuffed animal, trying to hum away the cramps. humming along the somber songs I had playing on jisung's speaker. I cried out as another twisting pain bursted in my lower abdomen. I wish jisung was here, but he had to leave to work on the album coming up. we've been dating for a couple of months, but he has yet to see me during my period because of his schedule.

I must have passed out for the third time because the music had stopped or my phone had died. I couldn't remember if I plugged it up at all with my foggy mind. I didn't want to take the chance and check because of the fear of more pain. I sighed as I felt tears blur my vision. god, this is going to be the longest week of my life, isn't it. I hate this so much. I sobbed into my hand not wanting anyone- if they were home, to hear me.

x

jisung slipped off his shoes and entered the dorm with changbin and chan. "I can't wait to eat this food!" changbin said, jumping in place. "easy there or you'll spill it." jisung said, laughing. they walked into the living room to see hyunjin on his phone. "hey hyunjin, how was your day?" chan asked, sitting next to him. "good, a little lonesome because minho, felix, and I finished practicing earlier than expected." hyunjin said, placing his phone in his hoodie pocket.

"what did you guys bring to eat?" hyunjin asked, rubbing his hands together. jisung shook his head as he was completely sure you had stayed over. "wait, y/n is still here right?" jisung asked, as he looked down the hall at his closed door. "I don't know, I've only been here for about an hour. it was quiet when I came home." hyunjin said, grabbing the bowl changbin had handed to him. jisung nodded, "I'm going to see if she's still here." jisung said, heading to his bedroom.

x

I hummed to myself quietly as I carefully rubbed circles on my stomach in random places. i cried out as I felt another twisting pain. god, please just go away. I must have been in head so far, that I didn't hear anyone come in. tears going down my cheek, I felt someone touch my cheek. I gasped at the sudden affection and opened my eyes. looking up, my eyes met jisung's worried look.

"hey baby, what's going on? are you okay?" jisung asked, as his hand went down to my arm to rub it. I fixed my head to look at him better. "I started my period today, every year they've gotten worse and the first day is always the worst." I said in a small voice. his worried look soften, "is there anything I can do to help to make it more bearable for you?" jisung asked, I nodded with a soft smile. "I would really appreciate it if you could make me some hot chocolate then cuddle me as we watch emperor's new groove." I said.

jisung nodded, "of course baby. do you want anything to eat?" he asked, standing up. "no, if I eat anything right now I'll get a stomach ache." I said as I shook my head. "okay, I'll be right back. do you need to change before you get settled?" he asked as he stopped at the door, that was cracked open. I thought about it for a second. "yeah, can you help me to the bathroom?" I asked, holding my hand out to him. "of course baby." jisung said, coming back over to me. he held my hand and helped me off the bed. I groaned as pain went through my body as I moved. "it's gonna be okay." he said, hugging me once I was standing.

once I was in the bathroom, jisung headed back to the living room. he stood above the guys. "so is she still here?" chan asked with food in his mouth, looking over at him with his mouth covered. "yeah, she's been in bed all day. her period started today." jisung said, nodding his head. "oh, is she okay?" changbin asked. "its clear that she's in a lot of pain. she asked me to make her a hot chocolate and cuddles." jisung answered as he made his way to the kitchen. "well tell her I said, I hope she feels better." chan said, with hyunjin nodding his head. jisung nodded focusing on making his baby a drink.

"thank you channie." I said with a small voice, as I entered the room, hearing the last little bit. the boys turned their heads to me. "hey y/n-nie." changbin said with a wave. "hi binnie." I said, slowly making my way to the couch where they sat. "would like a bit a food?" hyunjin offered. "thank you but no. my stomach will ache if I eat anything right now." I explained to them as another painful cramp set in. i leaned down a little trying to easy it. "do you want some medicine?" chan asked with a worried voice. "most of the time medicine doesn't work for me, just warm drinks and heating pads." I said, closing my eyes.

changbin reached out and held my hand, trying to comfort me. "will you take two pills to see if it will help a little? I understand if you don't." chan said. knowing he'd be the worried dad figure in the dorm, I nodded my head. I hated for him to feel more worry, he doesnt need that on him. chan put his food down and ran to his room. "chan, bring them to my room." jisung said, holding a mug. he handed to me as he guided me back to his room. "bye y/n-nie." changbin and hyunjin said. I turned back and waved at them, not having any more energy to speak.

I made my way back onto the bed carefully and back into my nest of blankets. jisung did the same, letting me snuggle into him. I got a sip of my drink as jisung grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. he got it to Disney+ and clicked around till he got to emperor's new groove. "ready baby?" he asked, wrapping his arm around me. I nodded, placing my head on his shoulder and putting my legs onto his.

chan knocked on the door and opened it. he came in and handed me two pain pills. "here you go. if need need anything, don't hesitate to ask anyone here." chan said with a smile. "thank you chan." I said, taking the pills with a sip of hot chocolate. chan nodded and quietly made his way out of the room, closing the door.

jisung kissed the side of my head before leaning his onto mine. "I love you, y/n." jisung said quietly, rubbing small circles on my stomach like I did earlier. I smiled, "I love you too, ji." I said. I fixed my position a few times before fully settling. I sighed as I felt comfortable and loved. I mouthed some of the words of my favorite movie as jisung would giggle sometimes hearing some of the words under my breath.

after the movie was over, jisung looked down at me. "do you want to watch another movie, or try to get some rest?" he asked, rubbing my knee. "I guess a rest but I want to stay in this position." I said. jisung pulled me closer to him carefully. "okay baby." jisung said, as I snuggled into his neck. I closed my eyes and waited for sleepiness to fully set in. "thank you for taking care of me ji." I said, as my hand felt around for his. jisung smiled, bringing my hand up and kissing it. "sleep well, y/n-nie." I heard jisung say, just as I fell into a deep sleep.

hand sanitizer | p.js.

pairing: jisung x reader

genre: high school au, fluff

word count: 3.7k

warnings: none

summary: you just wanted to hang out with chenle and jisung and eat a bagel during class and enjoy the company of your classmates — and all three of those did happen, just not one after the other as you’d normally expected.

a/n: stay safe everyone!

Your break between your Friday classes is ten minutes, long enough to put your books down, grab a snack from your locker, and talk to Chenle before the teacher opens the class with an entertaining story about his three year old son.

But your usual teacher is not here today (he is at a wedding, after which your class can expect at least two stories about the experiences he had that day), and in his place is a substitute teacher, a mother of one of the students in your class who has brought your group some bagels to eat during the lesson. She is kind, and is at the moment reviewing some notes as you and Chenle catch up.

Chenle is animatedly recounting what happened in physics last hour, how him and Jisung were supposed to be making marble rollercoasters out of halved pool noodles and tape, and that Jisung kept dropping the marbles so often that him and Chenle had to switch jobs in their group.

“He really does have poop hands,” Chenle sighs, shaking his head at you as if to say, Can you believe this guy?

Jisung shrugs, not saying anything in response. You two aren’t close friends, but you both had befriended Chenle (actually, Chenle had befriended you both) and are now on good terms with each other.

He also has a tendency to make you nervous. Maybe it comes from his height, but it most likely is because he hangs out with the “in-crowd” and you don’t. It doesn’t stop the two of you, though, from politely greeting one another in the hallway, adding on to the other’s comments in class, and the like.

“You guys can go get your bagels,” the substitute teacher says, standing up from the desk and opening the box of bagels. “We have cinnamon… pretzel… plain… chocolate, is this chocolate? No, this is blueberry…”

You take a plain bagel and reach for the knife in the plain cream cheese, because original is best, right?

“Basic,” you hear Jisung whisper as he reaches past you to get his pretzel bagel.

“You can never go wrong with the original,” you reply simply, and you glance over your shoulder to gauge his reaction.

He’s smiling, obviously not meaning what he said to be taken seriously.

“Wait, guys!” Chenle makes both of you turn around. He’s standing by the shelf that has a container of hand sanitizer, made available to both students and faculty. “We should sanitize before we eat. Don’t want to…” He searches for the right thing to say. “Die.”

Jisung reluctantly sets the plastic knife down, as do you, before walking over to your friend.

“This is the biggest bottle of sanitizer I’ve ever seen,” says Chenle, pressing all the way down on the pump, causing the blue-specked liquid to pool in the palm of his hand.

“Probably from Costco,” you say, getting some of it yourself.

“Yeah, these are probably the biggest bottles Costco offers.” He gasps dramatically. “They’re the jumbo bottles! This is where all of the baby sanitizer bottles come from!”

“The mothership!” You have absolutely no reason to build on Chenle’s comment, nor do you feel like making a fool out of yourself in front of Park Jisung, but you digress. From your place a few ways away, you watch the two boys as they keep talking.

You’re surprised when Jisung adds on to the chaos. “Yeah stupid jumbo bottles, pew pew pew —” He punches the almost-full bottle, which comically seems to fall in slow motion, landing on its side with a thump.

You see the droplets flying from the nozzle but feel them before you can register what happened.

Your right eye stings, as if it’s being burned off, and you flail your arms in confusion, shouting. “Ah—ah Chenle! I need your waterbottle—!”

“What?”

“Waterbottle!” You wave your hand around, trying to find it while covering your eye. Chenle unscrews the cap, handing it to you, and you pour some water onto your cupped hand, dumping it onto your face.

“Oh—oh (Name)—Mrs. Han has a sink in her room, you should go there.”

You stumble your way around the table, through the door, and across the hallway to the science room. Behind you, Chenle whispers to a wide-eyed Jisung, “Poop hands.”

You burst into AP Chemistry, seven pairs of eyes on you as your heels cause you to slip and nearly fall onto the tiled floor. It would have been really funny if your eye didn’t feel like it was on fire. Yanking the sink handle, you lean over the sink and hastily splash water into your eye.

There’s a silence in the room, until Ryujin, your best friend, asks, “... Are you okay?”

“Oh my goodness (Name), what happened?” Mrs. Han’s voice is filled with sympathy.

“I just—” You blink a couple times, affirming that your eye is clear before turning the faucet off, and turn around to face her, water streaking down the right side of your face. “Someone from my class punched a bottle of hand sanitizer and some flew into my eye.”

“How did that even—what?” Jeongin, your seatmate from calculus class, looks at you, concerned.

“I don’t know.” You blink again. The pain is starting to return, only a mere tingling at the moment, but it could get worse anytime soon. Your eyesight is still relatively normal, though, good enough to read the words “PERIODIC TABLE OF ELEMENTS” on the wall opposite of you.

The sound of the door opening catches your attention. Jisung slowly pokes his head in, biting his bottom lip nervously as he surveys the damage done to you. He looks embarrassed, apologetic, and upset.

“Jisung,” Ryujin begins, “did you punch the hand sanitizer?”

He nods, his gaze flitting to you and the water that’s dripping off of your chin. You immediately rip off a paper towel and dry your face carefully.

Your best friend sighs. “Park Jisung… why?”

“I don’t know, I was just being dumb, and I’m really sorry—” He glances back to you. “I’m really sorry,” he repeats, this time a bit quieter.

“It’s fine,” you say out of habit.

As if it was fine. But you weren’t mad at him, you might even call yourself sorry.

It was true that he was one of the more popular kids at school, someone who could do as he pleased, but he wasn’t a jerk about it, especially to people less popular than him and his friends (such as yourself).

Yet the dynamic made you want to apologize, too: “Sorry, Jisung, I got in the way of your hand sanitizer. I shouldn’t have been standing there.” He could run into you in the hallway and cause the contents of your pencil case to skid across the floor, and you would still be the first to say sorry.

“Oh, (Name), I have the eyewash station over here.” Mrs. Han walks over to where you have propped yourself up against the sink and pulls out a bottle from a plastic mould on the wall. “You’re the first one to use it,” she adds, ripping off the plastic covering around the cap.

Your best friend golf claps for your minor achievement and you smile—almost laugh — in spite of yourself.

“Go to the nurse’s office and she’ll help you, okay?”

“Good luck!” says Jeongin, and the other five students chime in with their “Bye (Name)!” and “Come back and learn chemistry with us ~” and “Don’t die!” (Ryujin, of course).

You’ve forgotten that Jisung was at the door until you reach it. He holds it open for you and makes sure that it’s closed before asking, “Do you want me to go with you?”

“Do you need to go to the nurse, too?”

“No, I just—I can walk you there and back. So you don’t have to go alone…” He’s rambling, and he knows it. “I want to do something to make it up to you.”

His answer almost makes you stop completely. Popular student Jisung? Asking if he could walk you to the nurse’s office? If he could spend time with you, even though you two are in different friend groups? If he could do a favor for you?

“Are you trying to skip class?” you ask skeptically, clutching the bottle of eyewash with both hands because it starts to feel heavier.

“No… no!” He puts his hands out, stretching his fingers as if to say “stop”.

You finally spin around and stop walking. “Then you should go back,” you say, half-smiling. “There’s bagels.”

He walks to the classroom, but his hand stays frozen on the door handle as he stares at your retreating back.

He really is sorry about what happened.

The nurse fills a shallow cup with the eyewash solution and teaches you how to hold it. “Stand near the sink,” she says, “and blink a few times so that it can get into your eye.”

You do as she tells you to, feeling a cooling sensation replace the burning from earlier. “How many times?”

“However long it takes for the pain to completely disappear.”

You stand there for a minute or two as the nurse takes down your name and grade in the recordbook, marking that you were in her office today, that you had gotten hand sanitizer in your eye (you weren’t sure if she wrote how it happened, and you hoped she wouldn’t, after the explanation you gave while leaving out Jisung’s name), and that you used some eyewash to help reduce the pain.

Once your eye is okay, you tell the nurse and dump the remaining liquid down the sink, throwing away the cup and thanking her as you pick up the bottle of eyewash.

You were eager to get back to class (and to your bagel), so you go back to the science room and—

You slip in the exact same spot as before.

You don’t even fall, you just flail your arms around as everyone stares at you. You hear your Ryujin saying “(Name) are you actually okay?” as you stabilize yourself at the sink.

Giving her a thumbs-up and smiling at Mrs. Han to show that, you were, in fact, okay, you set the eyewash bottle in its rightful place on the wall.

“You’re alright now, (Name)?” the teacher asks.

“Yeah, thanks for the eyewash!” You exit the class laughing good-naturedly at your clumsiness, and the AP Chem class laughs as well, not at you, but with you.

And now back to your own classroom.

You walk in and Chenle’s head turns so fast you thought you heard his bones crack. “You good?”

You nod and silently take your seat next to him, breaking off a bit of your plain bagel and chewing it as you glance at his messy notes to capture what you’ve missed.

And you deliberately do not look at Park Jisung. Maybe because you don’t feel like dealing with him right now, or maybe because you can slightly see him in your peripheral vision and you notice that his entire face is covered in a fierce blush.

As for Jisung, he notes that your eye looks a bit red, and he feels so incredibly guilty that he can’t bring himself to look back at you.

The teacher asks how you are doing, and you recount that Mrs. Han let you use the eyewash, and that everything went smoothly, and that you were fine now.

Your classmate Taehyun leans across the table, speaking directly to Jisung. “Don’t you have something to say, Jisung?”

The boy in question covers his face and blurts out, “I’m sorry, (Name)!” before burying his head in his arms. The class laughs and resumes as per usual. Your eye doesn’t bother you for the rest of the period.

Jisung apologizes to you again outside of the classroom, trying to see if your eye is still red, before hearing you accept his apology and disappearing to his next class.

He finds you once more after school, asking what your favorite flavor of milk is, but you wave him off.

Yet he insists that he really wants to make it up to you, he feels so terrible about it. He’s in the middle of asking about crackers when you realize he won’t stop feeling guilty until you let him do something about it.

An idea suddenly comes to you: “Do you like frozen yogurt?”

Jisung stops in the middle of his sentence. “If you like Dorito’s I could—what?”

“Do you like frozen yogurt?”

He crosses his arms. “But I’m trying to figure out what you like.”

“I know. I like frozen yogurt, but if we’re going to get some food then I need to ask if you like it, too.”

“But—”

“You really don’t think you’re going to walk in there and buy me something without getting anything for yourself?” You raise your eyebrow, watching the wheels turning in his head.

“So we go together?”

No, Jisung, we go at different times. “Yeah… we just need to figure out when. See you.” You mentally curse yourself at your method of ending the conversation, but if you had to deal with him longer you might—

“What — what about today?” he suggests, barely audible. When you turn around to look at him, he’s fiddling with his hands and avoiding your eyes.

You’ll be the end of me.

Twenty minutes later, the two of you are at the dessert place a few blocks away from school. You try not to think about those twenty minutes, which you spent in near-silence walking next to each other.

Neither of you say what you’re thinking:

This feels like a date.

You get your choice of yogurt and toppings, noticing a bin of chocolate wafer straws and putting one of them in your dessert. When you were younger, you used to stick them in milkshakes and try to suck your drink through it, complaining after ten minutes or so when the straw started getting soggy. And then, once you’d gotten a bit older and learned that putting wafers in milkshakes wasn’t a very good idea, you started to mature, meaning that you’d break them into four pieces and pretend to smoke a chocolatey cigarette. But over time, your parents eventually stopped buying them for you, trying to steer you away from unhealthy snacks of that kind.

I haven’t had one of these in forever…

You add another one to your cup.

Jisung’s chocolate and pink lemonade and a second helping of chocolate are already on the scale. You place your cup next to his, comparing the two and feeling relieved that he got more than you did (if it had been the other way around, it could seem greedy, as if you were trying to take advantage of his kindness…).

He fiddles with his phone, about to pay, but stops after seeing how much you got for yourself. “That’s all?”

“Um… yeah.” You smile awkwardly at him and he focuses his attention solely on paying.

The girl at the counter is looking between you and Jisung, possibly trying to figure out what’s going on. You don’t miss her once-over of you, nor her lingering gaze on him.

And you don’t know how to feel about that.

“Back off, he’s mine”? Or “could you please not”?

Wait, what am I doing? We aren’t even friends.

And you almost wish that it wasn’t the case.

You choose to sit outside, away from the girl at the register, claiming that the weather is too nice not to.

Jisung eats his first spoonful and makes a face.

“What?”

“The gummy bears are hard…”

“Yeah, gelatin hardens when it’s cold,” you say, as if it’s obvious.

He groans, mumbling something that sounds like, “I hate science.”

You get some chocolate chips in your spoonful of plain yogurt, and he straightens up.

“They had cheesecake?”

“No, this is plain.”

“Plain?” The corner of his mouth lifts as he digs his spoon back into his cup. “So basic…”

“Excuse me?” You jam your utensil in your yogurt so that it sticks straight up. “I’m basic?”

“I should have guessed plain, of course,” he says, pretending to ignore you while watching your reaction. “Plain bagel, plain cream cheese, plain ice cream—”

“This isn’t ice cream, it’s frozen yogurt!”

He rolls his eyes and licks his lips like it’s second nature—which you might even consider attractive—and you can’t tell if he’s doing it to tease you or make you suddenly very aware of what very nice lips he has oh no—“Same difference.”

“I—” You sigh, shaking your head and returning to your yogurt, trying to get the fresh image of his eye roll and lips out of your head. “I give up.”

You haven’t touched either of your chocolate straws yet, so when you pick one of them up, Jisung notices them for the first time. His eyes go wide and his mouth forms an “oh”.

“Wafer straws?”

“Mmhm.” You bite the end of the one you’re holding and savor the taste of plain yogurt melding harmoniously with the chocolate.

Jisung gives you a pleading look and holds up a long finger. Just one, please.

“I only have two,” you say in a half-sincere warning tone, biting off another piece.

“Just a little bit of one? Please? I didn’t know they had them.”

You sigh but smile, handing him the other wafer, tipped with a soft point from where it had been separated from the rest of your yogurt. “One each,” you explain cheerfully before he can say anything in response.

He looks at you in amazement before whispering a “thank you”, nibbling on the end of it thoughtfully.

Jisung sees your hands resting on the table, and realizes that they’re so small when he compares them to his own. He wonders what it would be like to hold them, and to hold you (almost; he stops himself before he can go on).

He stares at you, taking in every detail, trying to memorize what color shirt you’re wearing and what other kind of yogurt you got yourself besides plain and he loses track of what else, only later finding himself thinking about your eyes, they intrigue him as to knowing the person—you—behind them.

Jisung catches sunlight being reflected off of them and he suddenly can’t stop thinking about what if he was crazy enough to say all of this out loud to your face, what if his hands wouldn’t stop sweating and he could take yours in his and turn your gaze towards him, or even if you would just look up to meet his own eyes—

You look up. “What?”

“What?”

“You’re staring at me. Is there something on my face?”

“No… no! I was just looking at your eyes,” he blurts out, immediately regretting what he had said, knowing that it probably sounded weird.

You blink. “… Why?”

“Well they don’t seem to be red anymore, which is good,” he lies quickly, and luckily for him, you buy it.

“Park Jisung, I’m fine,” you say, nearly laughing at how anxious he is. “The nurse took care of everything.”

Jisung had originally anticipated that, despite getting way more frozen yogurt than you did, he would finish first (because his appetite is a bottomless pit and everyone knows that). And, not factoring in the time he didn’t know he would spend staring at you, he was the person to finish last.

Before he throws his cup away, you notice that he’s left all the gummy bears at the bottom. “You’re not going to eat those?”

It takes him a second to understand what you’re referring to. “No, they’re still hard.”

“I can eat them,” you offer.

“Hard gummy bears don’t deserve to be eaten,” he says, casually dropping his cup and spoon in the trashcan. When he sees the look on your face, he adds, “… And I spat one out earlier while you weren’t looking, but I don’t remember which one it was, so…”

Now you really laugh, now Jisung’s eyes form little moons as they greatly worsen his vision.

“I can’t see,” he says, trying to catch his breath, his cheeks starting to hurt from smiling for so long.

“Sounds like a personal problem,” you say quietly, not expecting him to hear it.

“Hey!”

He walks back with you to school and stops when he reaches the front stairs.

“We should do this again sometime.” The words spill out of his mouth before he can think about what he’s saying.

But to his surprise, you nod your head and agree. “This was fun.”

“Well — that —” He tries to hide how much he enjoyed it. “But — um — also because I feel like this wasn’t enough to compensate for the fact that I got hand sanitizer in your eye —”

“Ah, Jisung, just get over it,” you say. “I’m okay now. And besides, I…” You pause. “… Want to do this more often.”

And then Jisung says something he instantly wishes that he hadn’t said: “Like a date?”

Your cheeks flush and you try (and fail) to compose yourself. “Yeah, yeah I guess so,” you muse.

“Um…”

You glance up and you have never seen anyone look so embarrassed, Jisung’s ears are a bright red and his neck seems to be sweating. “Yeah?”

“Um… never mind.”

Your heart beats faster and you sincerely hope you know what he was about to say, but you don’t say anything, saying goodbye to him and receiving a “see you around” as you turn and leave.

It is at that moment you make up your mind that you’ll definitely go on that second frozen yogurt outing with him, and you’ll make sure he gets enough chocolate wafer straws, and maybe then, next time, one of the two of you will be able to find the courage to say the words that, this time, were unable to be said.

I like you.

[7:23 am]

for you and boyfriend!jisung, holding hands is a big no-no. there’s something about the act that makes both of you kind of nervous — a mix of anticipation and shyness, much like the feeling that comes right before stepping barefoot onto sand wetted by the ocean.

but recently, it’s gotten more and more difficult for jisung to restrain himself from brushing his hand against yours. this morning, as the two of you are walking to school in the winter weather, your hand is just so tiny, dwarfed by your sweater sleeves that fall midway to your fingertips...

as the wind picks up, he notices that you rub your hands together to generate some heat. you breathe on them afterwards, the air around your mouth curling into mist, and you smile.

from behind his coat collar, jisung smiles, too. he finds himself biting his bottom lip to conceal his grin. it’s the little things that make you happy, and it’s the little things about you that jisung loves.

something similar to courage rises in him, and with a burst of impulsiveness, he takes your hand in his, slipping them both into his jacket pocket.

you stare up at him, eyes wide, and he realizes that he may have just made a terrible mistake. “oh —” he begins to pull your hand out, embarrassed that he didn’t think things through. “but if you don’t want to — sorry, i forgot to ask —”

“no, no it’s okay.” you keep your hand in his pocket, allowing the heat of the fabric to warm your fingers. “thank you.”

“well —” he stammers out a bad excuse. “um, you looked cold.”

the general positioning of your arms forces you to walk more closely next to each other, shoulders bumping occasionally. the two of you slow to a stop, waiting to cross an intersection, and jisung uses that pause to spare a glance at you.

you’re trying to see your breath again, exhaling in small puffs that creates fog in the air in front of you. after one particularly clear breath of mist, you catch his eye, grinning proudly as if to say, yes, i did that, and you give his hand a small squeeze, lacing your fingers with his.

jisung has to look away so you don’t see him smiling like an idiot. the winter chill blows over his face, and the redness from his nose spreads across his cheeks, all the way to his ears.

but if anyone asks about it, at least he can blame it on the cold.

[10:27 pm]

stargazing is like spending time with jisung—the longer you do it, the more you see that you didn’t notice before.

“how many of them do you think are up there?” jisung asks, staring at the open sky.

you scoff. “at least twenty.”

“hey, i’m being serious.”

the playground is bare except for the two of you, sitting on the swings with heads craned towards the sky. you weren’t sure why, but you always found yourself coming back here, to the meeting place jisung had chosen in first grade. or rather, the spot by the swingset where he’d sent a cherry ball flying into the side of your head and begged for your forgiveness.

you like to tease him about it every once in a while.

the two of you used to have competitions to see who could swing the highest. and you sometimes wondered, if you went high enough, could you go up and around the top of the swings in a loop? other times, you would try to be in sync with one another. it never lasted very long, because jisung was heavier than you and reached the ground faster.

you slow yourself down to a mere sway, your sneakers gently brushing the platform below. “then i don’t know. ask google.”

“but i asked what you thought,” he says, sighing. you don’t have to see his face to know he’s pouting.

finally, you comply. “trillions, then. or more. once you get past trillions it doesn’t make much of a difference, does it? it’s just a lot.”

jisung hums, satisfied with your answer. the chains of his swing creak as he slows down to match your pace, and a comfortable silence falls between the two of you as you enjoy the night ambiance.

“look!” he fervently points at some arbitrary spot in the sky.

“what?” your neck cracks as you try to follow the direction of his finger.

“i just saw an asteroid,” he whispers, as if it’s some rare occurrence that he just witnessed, something even supernatural. that’s jisung for you—he notices the smallest details and makes you think about it for a moment. at times, you admit, it still catches you off guard, but that’s one of the things you like about him, how he never seems to lose his sense of wonder.

a smile makes its way across your face. “isn’t it called a meteorite?” you lower your gaze back to earth, back to him, just in time to see him scrunch his nose at you.

“whatever.”

it’s peaceful once more, save for the breeze that blows by your ears. you lean your head against the chains of your swing, pensive. oh, if only your best friend knew that the wonder he has for the world, you have for him.

“what are you thinking about?” jisung whispers. his eyes are swirling with curiosity, his head tilted in genuine interest. it would be so easy for you to lie and say something stupid, like aliens or ramen, but tonight you find yourself unable to ruin the mood. aliens and ramen are uncalled for, so you go with the next best worst option:

“you.”

it’s out, it’s out, and you’d rather move to another planet than deal with the embarrassment you’re experiencing right now. heat creeps up the back of your neck and you struggle to hold your gaze.

jisung’s lips part in surprise. “o-oh.”

“never mind,” you say hurriedly. this is awkward enough as it is. what time must it be? past ten, for sure. it’s late and getting colder, so maybe you should suggest heading home. yet you’re so caught up in your own thoughts that you almost don’t catch his response:

“me too.”

you look up, not sure you heard correctly. “what?”

“i—i just... i guess—i was thinking about you... too.” he fumbles with his words, never meeting your eyes. “because i, um.” he swallows. “i like you.”

“huh?” it’s ridiculous, your immediate reply. it’s stupid, laughable. but here you are, a little dumbstruck yet impressed at his confession.

“i—don’t make me repeat it, please.” he hangs his head in shame, an apology ready on the tip of his tongue, when you speak up.

“no—no, i heard you the first time. i... like you too.” your words trail off, but he hears them all the same. “um—what were you thinking about?” you ask, trying to break the tension.

“me? just—just that, you know... you came out here with me. to look at stars. which is boring. and you listened to me, too, and you’re just so... so...” he tries to find the right word to describe you, but all that keeps coming to his mind is perfect, and he definitely doesn’t want to say that one out loud. not after he just admitted to his long-time best friend about his long-time crush on her. “... understanding?” it comes out as a question, but it makes you laugh, and he can’t help but smile.

you lean back, swinging your legs above the ground. “nothing’s boring with you, jisung.” and you don’t feel bad about how cheesy it makes you sound, because that’s the truth.

“oh, um, thanks... and what were you thinking about?” he asks tentatively.

“i’m not telling you.”

“what!”

“well, it gives me an excuse to tell you another time.”

another time. those words play over and over in jisung’s head. there’s going to be another time. “tomorrow?” he says without thinking. “can we do the same thing tomorrow?” there’s hope in his voice. he’s still so curious about your thoughts, always wanting to learn answers to everything.

“yeah,” you say, smiling softly. “let’s do it.”

jisung is naturally curious about a lot of things. he’s eager to know more about the stars, and why they change, and about the world around him.

and you. you, who is beaming up at him, making warmth bloom from his chest to the tips of his fingers. what about you?

i guess i’ll find out.

[11:00]

you were snuggled in the warm, fluffy blanket that was wrapped around you and your boyfriend jisung, his arms tightly positioned around your waist as he kept pecking the soft skin of your neck with soft, light butterfly kisses.

“i love you a lot y/n” he whispers against your flesh, tickling you and making a little giggle bubble up your throat. a big smile decorated his face at the sound of ur joyful laugh.

“i love you even more  jisung” you mumble and interlace ur hand with his, slowly letting your eyes drop close as the sun lets her last, warm rays of light fall through the curtains, onto you and your lover.

[10:52 PM]

if it weren't for jisung sitting by your side on the couch, you'd probably be either fast asleep by now or binge watching anime with sad, sleepy eyes.

luckily enough, he was more than willing to spend the night watching TV together, but you can't help the guilt that eats away at you the later it gets.

tonight is halloween and the two of you had been planning on going to the party hyunjin throws every year. however, your luck is absolutely terrible, and after somehow managing to trip over your own feet like the uncoordinated mess you are, you ended up with a sprained ankle, hence you staying home on a night meant for social activity and fun.

when you told jisung you wouldn't be able to go tonight, he insisted on spending the night at yours instead to keep you company despite you insisting he shouldn't skip a night with the boys just for your sake.

"ji, it's still pretty early. if you wanna go, it's really not a problem, i totally understand-" you start, but he cuts you off with a loud shout of 'blah blah blah' like a disruptive child.

"really, Y/N, you don't have to worry about me! I'm completely happy chilling with you tonight. if I wasn't then I wouldn't be here right now, okay?" he reassures you, gently petting your head.

you manage a half-hearted smile and rest your head on his shoulder.

"besides," he says with a teasing smile on his handsome skeleton face (he's a skeleton every year and it's pretty much tradition now), "I'd probably be dragging you home by now if we had actually gone, anyway. the struggle of being a heavyweight when all of your friends can hardly handle a beer, huh?"

you smack him lightly but he's not entirely wrong - most of the guys are lightweights. it's just that he's certainly not a heavyweight and most of the time it's you dragging him home, not the other way around.

"yeah, okay. at least we know our limits, ji. remember the time you threw up all over seungmin's new carpet and proceeded to pass out right in the middle of the puddle?"

"yeah, but that was new year's eve! that's, like, the entire point," he claims, ever ready to make a convenient excuse for his irresponsibility.

you just laugh at him and he joins you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer.

the movie you're (hardly) watching seems to fade away as your eyelids grow heavy, and soon enough you're resting your entire weight against jisung's chest. the last thing you notice before you fall asleep is a soft murmur of 'night night, sleep tight' and a kiss on the top of your head.

hi!! ive actually been reading your work for a long time but i never had the courage to actually request..

i was wondering if you could write for jisung! im a sucker for his deep voice *sobs* so could you write some something with jisung's deep voice? like him teasing you in the morning or reader comforting him when hes crying or smth idk HAHA

i really love your writings and i wanted to say thank you for comforting me when im down.

ilyyy!

ilysm anon :’) im so happy that you requested such a cute idea! thank you for your sweet message ♡

genre fluff . no warnings!

parings jisung x gn!reader

—9:35am˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

“jisung.” you cooed “jiiiiisuuuung.” you were determined to get your boyfriend!jisung up early today.

he looked so peaceful. “hmmm” he hummed lowly.

“jisung wake up.”

he lifted his head slightly off the pillow and looked at you with half-open eyelids. “good morning yn.” he said softly.

you swooned over his deep voice. you felt shy all of a sudden and covered your face with your hands.

“what’s wrong?” jisung reached for your hands, but you shook him away.

“nothing is wrong. you just..”

jisung raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to finish your sentence.

“you just make nervous.” you said quietly.

jisung smiled. “i make you nervous? how?”

“your voice.”

“my voice?” jisung continued to tease you.

“ynnnnn.” jisung said in an especially deep voice.

“stop jisung you’re doing this on purpose.”

he wrapped his lanky arms around your back and hugged you tightly, looking down at you in his arms. “you try. try to talk as deep as i do.”

you laughed at his request. “okay..”

you tilted your head down and mustered up all the strength you had in your throat, nearly straining your vocal chords, but barely a whisper came out.

jisung threw his head back laughing. he adored you.

you couldn’t help but notice how his adam’s apple moved when he laughed. curiously, you took a closer look and tapped it. “how do you do that?” you said.

flustered, he put his hand on his neck, where you had just touched. “you’re very cute, yn.”

hope you enjoyed!!!

can u please do more jisung ?? 😞🩵🩵 i love ur work

tangerine love

genre fluff ! no warnings

^_−☆ 🍊

pairings gn!reader x jisung

2:34pm ─ ੈ♡˳

“jisungggg, are you ready?” you peeped your head into your best friend’s room to see him scrambling around in a panic.

“i can’t find it!”

“what is it?”

“your present. i just had it last night and now i can’t find it.”

“oh.” you sighed in relief. “it’s no big deal, ji, let’s just hurry and go.”

it was your friendiversary, so for fun, you two usually just went to the park where you met as kids. normally you didn’t get each other gifts, but this year, jisung insisted.

you brushed off his concerns. “im gonna leave you here!” you threatened as you made your way to sit in the passenger’s seat of jisung’s car.

jisung hopped in and sulked. “i couldn’t find it… do you at least have the tangerines?” he looked over to you.

in your lap was a basket of freshly picked tangerines from the tree in his backyard. you planted it when you were younger, since you two have always shared a love for the fruit.

you got to the park and laid out a blanket on the grass. you set the basket down and signaled jisung to try them. “are they sweet?” his eyes lit up as he tore into the peel. “I don’t know. I haven’t tried them yet.”

he popped a slice into his mouth and immediately his eyes became squinted and his nose scrunched up. “eugh it’s so sour.”

“seriously? that’s too bad. I guess they aren’t ripe enough yet…” you picked one up and tossed it right back into the basket.

“oh right.” you remembered. “your gift.” you reached into the pocket of your sweater that was lying alongside the picnic blanket. you pulled out a little white box with orange ribbon around it tied in a bow.

jisung’s eyes widened. “wait. that box-”

before you could even hand it to him, he snatched it from you.

you rolled your eyes at his impatience. “geez, you could at least say thank you.”

inside the box was the exact thing jisung had lost. a little tangerine keychain charm. “where did you get this?”

you rubbed your neck nervously. “oh, well it’s a funny story. see, i actually forgot about the present thing, but this morning when I was walking to your house, i found it on the sidewalk around the corner. isn’t that weird? it was like a sign from the universe.”

jisung looked at you in disbelief and started laughing out of nowhere.

“what?” you laughed along. “sorry, i seriously forgot.. but it’s cute, isn’t it? put it on your bag! i’ll take it if you don’t want it…”

“yn.” jisung smiled. “this is for you. he handed it back to you. “i bought it on my way home last night so it must have fallen out of my pocket then. i just can’t believe you found it…”

“wait, really?” you clapped your hands in a fit of laughter. “you’re too cute, jisung.” you threw yourself onto the boy sitting beside you, now his head is resting on the cushioned blanket, and you’re lying across him. his arms instinctively wrapped around your back to hug you into his chest.

“don’t call me cute.” he said in his low voice. you can’t control your cuteness aggression when it comes to jisung, so you pinched his cheeks and pretended to bite him.

once you sat up, jisung followed your movements. he positioned himself behind you, so he could rest his chin on your shoulder, and hug you.

from the looks of it, you’re a couple.

“yn” jisung broke the silence. “look at the way we’re sitting right now. we might as well be a couple.”

“sure.” you shrugged in response.

“im just joking.” he hugged you tighter.

“no, really. we should try it. see what happens.” you leaned your head against jisung’s, still resting on your shoulder.

“seriously?” he laughed.

“yeah,” you hummed, “but what are we gonna do with all these tangerines?”

hi anon, so glad you requested! sorry it took forever. thank you for reading ♡ ps im too lazy to proofread this properly LOL

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