Nct Jisung Fanfiction - Tumblr Posts
Protect me
Inspired by this
Pairing: Idol! Jisung X Badass! Reader
Genre: Angst, fluff if you squint
Words: 1.5k
Warnings: Cursing! Might trigger some people!
A/N: My first NCT work, my second tumblr work. The YouTube video, it isn't too much inspiration. Just that he said he has no friends at school. And my fanfic brain got triggered. But seriously though, it was so sad that he said he has no friends, but he said it while he was smiling TT
When Jisung first heard that he was to go to school now, he was very stoked. He wanted to make some new friends, party sometimes and have the time of his life. Unfortunately, school wasn't what he expected it to be. It was like there was a hierachy built, keeping the popular students up the top and allowed to do whatever they wanted.
The middle ones kept to themselves, and had a small group of loyal friends with each other. They were tightly knit and it would be impossible join them. But then there were the ones who suffered the most. The lower ones. Most of them wre nerds, some of them were just people who unfortunately transferred to this school.
Some of them were the ones that the top popular students were jealous of. Jisung didn't know which sub category he was a part of but he definetly knew that he was a part of the bottom. It wasn't a good life, getting slammed against lockers, getting locked in the bathroom, or maybe just shoving him.
But he didn't want to tell anyone about this. The teachers knew that the students bullied people, and yet they turned blind eye to it. Of course, he could just tell anyone of his NCT hyungs, but he wanted to be seen as a man, not as a small child. So, he kept quiet.
Until it got too much.
3 of them had teamed up and locked him in the top floor of the school, where the janitor only visited a month, so no way for her to save him. He started banging on the door, hoping someone would hear it and come save him. His wishes, thankfully were fullfilled.
You visited the rooftop daily, and this time wasn't going to be an exception. When you heard all the banging, you immediately went there to try and save whoever was stuck inside. You saw the 3 sticks placed right under the door to prevent anyone from coming out. You removed the sticks and opened the door.
Inside stood Jisung, his eyes shiny with tears. Boys don't cry, boys don't cry, boys don't cry he chanted in his head. He looked up to see whoever his saviour was, wanting to thank them. He saw you. Of course he recogonized you. You were the only one to break the hyrachy of top, middle and the bottom.
You didn't fit in anyone of them. The bullies had tried to bully you, you bullied them back. You poured orange juice on the head of the daughter of the principal of the school. Nobody dared to mess with you after then and everybody left you alone. At first, even Jisung was scared of you.
I mean, who wouldn't? You dressed in black, you had all black things, you sat at the backseat of your class, you had loads of doodles that looked like tattoos all over your body, and some even said you smoked! But he didn't know that none of that stuff was true.
He did know now though. From that day onwards, you had become friends. You weren't cold as they all called you to be, infact you were a really soft and shy person. But your demeniour changes when somebody bullies him. You stand up for him, and send them away. Jisung was really thankful he found a friend he could spend the rest of his school days with.
Until that one fateful day. You were absent today and Jisung was worried on how you were doing and what was wrong. It didn't cross his mind once that the bullies might try to have a go at him because you weren't there. In the end of the last period they came. Jisung had packed all the things he needed in his bag and was ready to go.
But they were there to stop his path. One of the biggers ones grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him into one of the cleaning rooms. "Huhh.. Your girlfriend not here to protect you?" He looked up in confusion. "G-Girlfriend? I don't have a girlfriend?!" The one that stood in the front sneered.
"Then what do you call that bitch? what was her name again, jake?" He turns to one of the boys he has standing behind him. "Y/N. Y/N L/N" The leader/ one in the middle smirked. "Ah yes. L/N. She poured her juice over my girlfriend. Time to get revenge, don't you think, boys?"
Jisung looked on in fear as Jake brought forward a a big bottle of banana milk. The leader removed the lid, and poured the entire thing over Jisung. Wet. Smelly. Disgusting. Ugly. He couldn't do anything. His hand was held by one of the men behind him. All he could do was stand on as they poured the milk on him.
Once they were done, all of them smirked at their work. "Disgusting weakling, needs a girl to protect him. Lets go boys" And all of them left him alone in the janitors closet as he stood, silent tears streaming down his face. He quickly wiped his face and got out a change of cloths from his bag.
He changed his clothes in the bathroom and walked out to the car waiting outside for him. All the while, their words repeated themselves like a broken record in his head.
"Disgusting Weakling, needs a girl to protect him"
"Disgusting Weakling, needs a girl to protect him"
"Disgusting Weakling, needs a girl to protect him"
"Disgusting Weakling, needs a girl to protect him"
"Disgusting Weakling, needs a girl to protect him"
"Disgusting Weakling, needs a girl to protect him"
"Disgusting Weakling, needs a girl to protect him"
"Disgusting Weakling, needs a girl to protect him"
"Disgusting Weakling, needs a girl to protect him"
"Disgusting Weakling, needs a girl to protect him"
The next day you came to school, all healthy and recovered from the small cold you had gotten a few days ago. You skipped up to Jisung. However he had a aloof expression on his face. You frowned. He was normally never like this. He always greeted you with a smile. What was wrong?
"Hey Jisung!" You said, standing in front of him. He avoided your gaze and swerved around you, continueing to walk to his class. You speed up to him. "What's wrong? Tell me! Is there something wrong? You know you can-"
"JUST SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY!"
The whole halway turned around to watch in shock. Jisung was never the type of person to shout at anyone. "O-Ok..." You walk away from him, your steps slow as a part of your hearts yearns for him to stop you and apologize. When you don't feel him coming, you break off in a sprint, running the opposite direction from your class.
Behind you, Jisung watched you with sad eyes. Then, he turned to all the people staring at him. "DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU AS WELL?! MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUISNESS!"
They all turned around.
He found you on the rooftop that evening, your knees pulled up to your chest as you hugged yourself. As soon as you spotted him out of the corner of your eye, you pull yourself even closer to yourself. Jisung winces at the effect he had on you. He comes and sits beside you, a resonable distance away.
"I'm sorry for yelling in the morning...." You turn your back to him, childishly. He smiles at your attitude. He inches closer, and closer and closer, before gently placing his hands on your shoulders. When you don't flinch away, he turns you around.
"I'm sorry. Yesterday I was bullied.. They called me weak because I always had you beside me to protect me.."
Your eyebrows crease when you hear this. "Are you ok? Are you hurt anywhere?" He laughs. "No, I'm okay!"
Your head lay on his lap. The pair of you had talked about totally random stuff the past hour and now the sun was about to set. Jisung watched you on his lap, the sunlight casting a beautiful glow on your face. His eyes landed on your lips, the soft layers of muscle. Unconsciouslly, he found himself leaning in and pressing his lips onto yours.
You were shocked for a minute, before you responded to the kiss. It was sweet, innocent and childlike even. Once you broke apart, both of your lips were red as so were your cheeks. "I-I've liked you for a long time... Would you want to be my girlfriend?"
"Of course"