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zeroeightzeroone · 5 months

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stubborn - han jisung

love collection

genre: angst? hurt? eventual comfort?

pairings: fem!reader (infp) x idol!han jisung (istp)

warnings: none

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"you're not hearing me at all."

you push yourself off the edge of jisung's bed, onto your feet and make your way around the room gathering the things you came with–which isn't much since he keeps some of your things in his dorm. fingers running through your locks; the state of your hair expressing the brewing frustration within you. what was supposed to be a lovely night sleeping over at jisung's turned into the two of you pushing each other's buttons.

you're quick to swing the door open and make your way into the hall but jisung's quick to follow you out.

"baby, come on!" he calls, hot on your tail, "y/n!"

"leave me alone ji!"

jisung sneers, "you wanted me to communicate more! here i am! communicating but you're walking away!"

you stop, spinning around to face the boy so suddenly that your bodies almost collide. there, in the hallway of jisung's dorm, you're standing face to face, chests rapidly heaving from your uneven breathing, the rage radiating off your bodies. feeding off each other's emotions.

"yes. i wanted you to communicate more but," your tone stern as your eyes narrow up at him, "that also meant hearing me when i'm communicating something to you! listening to me–"

"please. i've been listening to you!"

"no you haven't! it's like i'm speaking into a void when i tell you that i miss you, ji! we've been together for six months, but i've barely seen you in the past few months."

"you know how my job is," jisung crosses his arms over his chest.

"i'm not asking for you to be attached at the hip. all I'm asking is to see you more than i do right now."

"my schedule doesn't work that way. i can't always find the time for you."

"you can't? or you don't want to?" you counter with your arms crossed over your chest.

jisung scoffs at your implication, "what are you talking about?"

"you can't make time for me or you don't want to make time for me?" you look into jisung's eyes, "when we first started dating you wou—"

"–my schedules have changed. they're not the same as when we first started dating," jisung reminds you, "it's not that easy."

"you said that before too!" you remind him, with a frown adorning your lips, "you said it wouldn't be easy, i knew that, but–"

"but?"

"but..." your eyelids flutter, harshly gulping down the lump in your throat as you hold back the tears threatening to brew, "do you not want to try? do you not want to see me?"

"you know it's not like that," jisung sighs, voice laced with exasperation.

"then what? what is it like then?" the tears fall anyway.

"you knew what dating me would be like."

you scoff as you roll your eyes, "you can't keep using that defense."

"am i wron–"

you're quick to cut jisung off, "–i knew that my boyfriend being an idol wouldn't be easy, that we wouldn't get the opportunity to see each other as much as we would like–"

"if you knew then," he shrugs, "what's this all about?"

jisung's words come out colder than intended.

"this is about you not even trying to fit me in! you stopped saying 'i'll try', now its always 'i can't'!"

"excuse me? i haven't been trying? how can you say that i haven't been trying?"

"where's the effort then jisung? show me!" angry tears stream down your face, "all our texts show that i'm the one asking when you're free! that i'm checking up on you! i'm the one initiating everything."

"i'm here now, aren't i?" jisung waves his hands up and down, "is that not enough for you?"

"after today i'll probably see you in another couple of weeks, or even more than a month when i'm the one asking you to spend time with me! me! your girlfriend!"

"god, i can't do this right now," he runs a hand through his unruly hair, "i've got a ton of work left to do and this conversation is going nowhere."

"fine," you huff.

a few moments pass with neither of you making any moves, staring straight ahead. though you're both in each other's line of sight, your eyes don't meet. avoiding the other's fiery gaze.

your cheeks are flushed, your falling tears soaking the heated skin but you make no effort to swipe them away. your bottom lip is trembling—your whole body feels like it's trembling due to the overwhelming amount of emotion that rush through your veins that very moment. jisung pretty much mirrors you–minus the tears–the way his brows are knit together, slow and heavy breaths leaving his flared nostrils.

with a sigh of defeat, you turn on your heel, then make a beeline for the door. jisung watches you make your way to the front door, not once looking back at him as you swing the door open and shut it behind you.

and not once does he stop you from leaving.

the door shuts and jisung turns around, walking to his room where he flings the door shut behind him and pulls his headphones on. drowning out his surroundings as he tries to steady his breathing.

an hour or two passes and chan walks through the front door, expecting to see your shoes next to jisung's at the door or some other trace of you inside the dorm, but nothing catches his eye. curious, the curly haired boy peeks into jisung's room to see if maybe you'd both gone out but jisung sits there in his computer chair.

the brunette's still got headphones on, no knowledge that his hyung stands in his doorway. right as chan is about to shut the door, his eyes land on a short stack of clothes on top of jisung's dresser: your favourite shirt of jisung's and a pair of jisung's sweatpants. the sight has chan nodding his head as he slowly steps back and closes the door.

even without asking, it's clear something went on between the two of you. the clothes sitting on top of the younger boy's dresser are the same clothes you're given to wear whenever you stay over. they're jisung's clothes but he sets them aside just for you because he knows how much you love them. instead, the clothes are neatly folded and untouched.

on the way to his own room, chan sends changbin and hyunjin a text, letting them know about the current atmosphere of the dorm.

walking in through the front door of your apartment and locking eyes with your roommate, the surprise on her face is apparent. she wasn't expecting you to come home tonight as you said you'd be sleeping at jisung's before leaving. regardless of her surprise, the moment she registers the look on your face, she's rushing over to pull you into a bear hug.

oh, there go the waterworks again.

your trek home from jisung's dorm was an emotional rollercoaster, to say the least.

you would cry, be fine, see the smallest thing and cry once again. you had literally seen a dog across the street and the tears started falling once again.

standing near the front door, you're holding her tight as you cry into her shoulder. she doesn't ask what the cause of your tears are, instead she rubs comforting circles on your back whilst swaying your bodies back and forth. allowing you to let it all out, no questions asked. the look on your face when you walked through the door said enough for her. moments pass until eventually, you feel that you've cried enough.

"thank you," you say with a sniffle, pulling away from her.

she smiles, "i'm here if you want to talk, even if you don't want to talk about it, i'm still here."

...

its been three days since you and jisung have seen each other.

if you were to ask any of your mutual friends to point out the traits you share with your boyfriend, other than the both of you being quite introverted. the top answer would be: stubborn.

were you both aware of how immature you were being, holding out hope that the other one would crack first? yes. of course.

it's just a matter of who is less stubborn and immature between the two of you.

jisung's holed himself up in the company building the past couple of days. most of his time is spent in chan's room or the dance studio (when he feels like moving) as he tries not to think about you.

keyword: tries.

you're all he can think about.

the brunette would be checking his phone to see if maybe you've sent something. jisung had gotten used to you sending him texts throughout the day but the past three days have been radio silent. he finds himself feeling incomplete without your random texts; feeling incomplete without you.

on the other hand, you've caught yourself almost texting or calling jisung first, holding yourself back for the sake of proving a point. albeit, in an immature manner, but a point nonetheless. just like your boyfriend, you're drowning yourself in work but it does nothing to get the boy with the cutest round cheeks out of your head.

three days of radio silence seemed like more than enough, the longing for each other growing as the days pass. jisung misses your random messages about anything and everything, and you miss his random selfies throughout the day.

you miss each other.

eventually, instead of the both of you being too hard-headed to admit defeat and initiate a conversation; the delay comes with the fact that neither of you know where or how to start.

you and jisung have argued before, of course. it would be unnatural for no conflicts to have come up in six months of your relationship. however, it has never gone this far.

with a deep breath, jisung raises his fist to knock at the door.

"hyung?"

from inside the room, chan hums. turning around in his chair as he calls for jisung to come inside. the door opens slowly, revealing jisung clad in sweats and a hoodie, sheepishly walking into chan's bedroom and taking a seat on the mattress.

"what's up?"

chan knows what's up. it's been quite obvious that something has been up with you and jisung for the past couple of days.

"i need some adv—... help. i need some help," jisung glances up at chan and back down, receiving another hummed reply from the older boy, "i fucked up."

jisung takes a deep breath, fingers toying at his sleeves.

"something happened between you and y/n, yeah?"

jisung nods as chan leans back in his computer chair. with that, jisung begins rambling about the argument you two had while chan listens intently, mentally noting down points he believes to be significant. as jisung retells the exchange, he's reminded of the way you looked at him, the things you said to him and how he responded back to you.

"i.. uh.. i don't know what to do," jisung's hands brush through his hair, elbows on his knees as he leans his weight forward, "i don't know where to start."

meanwhile, a floor down and a couple hours later, seungmin sits in the living room of his dorm on the phone with you. on your end, his voice comes through your phone speakers, filling your room.

"first of all, you two need to speak to each other."

"ok—"

"—i'm not done," seungmin hushes you, "how jisung managed to find someone as stubborn as he is, is beyond me but you're both stubborn as hell."

"... gee, thanks."

"you're welcome. you know it's true," even though he can't see you, you can't help but shrug with a small nod, agreeing with seungmin's statement. he continues, "but think about it like this. one reason you fought was because he wasn't prioritizing your relationship, right?"

"yeah?"

"what about right now?"

"huh?"

"is the priority right now to be as hard-headed as possible to prove a point or…" seungmin drags out the last word, "is it your relationship with jisung?"

"my relationship."

...

"well, someone's up early," your roommate gasps when you walk into the kitchen.

you're fully dressed for the day, ready to go outside. usually this early in the morning you're still asleep, choosing to wake up right on time for work instead of earlier than needed.

"i thought you had a day off?" she muses, bringing the mug up to her lips and taking a sip of her coffee.

even before you entered the kitchen area, you could smell the fragrant aroma of coffee beans, filling the air the moment you walked out of your bedroom.

"i do," you nod, going to make yourself a cup of hot chocolate, not really in the mood for coffee.

"where ya' going?"

"i'm gonna go to the dorms," you turn around and lean against the counter, "talk to ji."

"woke up early to avoid the morning rush?" the soft smile on your face paired with the sigh says enough, "how are you feeling?"

you shrug, "a bit nervous... but i'm always nervous going into serious conversations."

she chuckles, "oh yeah. i remember the conversation we had when you wanted to be a potential roommate."

the memory has your cheeks flushing, throwing your head back in embarrassment. to this day, you don't know how she chose you instead of the other, non-embarrassing, applicants. right before your roommate leaves for work, you're exchanging a quick hug and then she's out the door.

the longer you sit alone in the kitchen, stewing in your own thoughts, deliberating over the plan you've repeated in your head a million times; the more your anxiety heightens. prompting you to close your eyes before it can spill over the brim. you take a deep breath, trying to focus on your heartbeat.

the sudden knock at the door has your heart jump, the noise startling you.

you glance out the kitchen doorway, spotting your roommate's house keys hanging on the rack next to the front door. shaking your head, you walk towards the front, unhooking her keys whilst you turn the knob with your other hand.

she's always been quite forgetful.

with an amused smile on your face, you pry the door open.

"no wonder i didn't hear your keys when you left—"

you gulp, heart flipping in your chest.

its not your roommate.

the words are caught in your throat at the sight of the man standing in front of you.

han jisung's here, inside your apartment complex and right outside your front door. the hood of his brown jacket is pulled over his beanie-clad head, and the bottom half of his face is covered by a mask but the nervousness is obvious as he awkwardly shifts his weight on his feet, eyes flickering around.

"can i come in?" he asks with a soft voice.

you nod, stepping aside, giving jisung the space to walk through the front door then shutting it behind him. he discards his shoes at the door, before you're walking in front of him, leading you both into the living area. the two of you take a seat on the couch, a couple inches of space between your bodies. awkward silence lingering in the air, neither of you knowing who should speak first.

jisung clears his throat and decides to take the leap.

his hands reach up to remove the mask and hood, "where.. uh.. were you going somewhere?"

referring to the denim jeans and hoodie you've got on. his hoodie.

"i was going… to see you."

jisung angles his body in your direction, blinking a couple of times as your gaze flickers towards him.

"... you were going to see me?" you nod, "but.. why?"

now you're turning to him, brows knit in confusion. what does he mean why?

"so we could talk about… you know..."

jisung is mentally smacking himself, "no-no, i know that but you shouldn't be the one going over there.. it should be me coming to you. to talk to you, to apologize to you."

"but i have things to apologize for too…" your hands play with the ends of the hoodie you're wearing, "i... i'm sorry that i made it seem like you don't put anything into our relationship. i hurt you by saying you aren't trying. i know you do, i know its hard with your schedule and all... i—"

jisung shakes his head, scooting closer, taking your hands in his own. the mere feeling of his hands on yours has your heart skipping a beat, your skin tingling under his touch.

"honestly, i was hurt hearing you say i haven't been trying, putting in any effort," the pads of his thumbs gently caress your skin, "it's embarrassing to admit... but it did hurt my ego."

jisung's chocolate brown iris' swim with guilt and sadness.

both emotions stem from his inadequacy as a boyfriend recently; hurting the person he cares the most about. its true that you don't realize what you've lost until it's gone, and he had a taste of it for the past three days. he doesn't want to be without you, never again.

"i didn't see the mistakes i'd made, the ways i hurt you. instead, i hurt you more in that conversation, didn't i?"

the way your lips press into a straight line is enough of an answer for him.

"i'm sorry," jisung squeezes your hands gently, "i'm sorry for not putting more effort into our relationship."

"you are—"

"no, i'm not," he shakes his head, "if i was then it it wouldn't have been brought up, and we wouldn't have had that fight."

"... mhmm."

"i kept saying you knew what you were getting into dating me," a bitter laugh slips from his lips at the memory, "but i also knew what getting into a relationship. god, i fucked up."

your stomach turns and your brain starts to scatter. overthinking about what jisung could say next, hypothesizing the worst-case scenarios.

"i knew that it wasn't going to be easy... that dating me is going to be a lot harder than it would be if you dated... someone else– someone that isn't a celebrity," his fingers fiddle with your own, "you knew all of that and still said yes to me, you still chose me?"

"of course, because i want you. no one else."

jisung's cheeks get rounder as his toothy smile widens at your words. he blinks quickly, snapping himself out of his quick daze and continues.

"i haven't been the best boyfriend lately, i know that..." his brown eyes lock with your own, "i'm sorry for how i hurt you that day... even leading up to that... i know i wasn't putting in that effort and there's no excuse for that, honestly. i haven't been fair to you."

"its okay."

"its not, don't say that, baby," jisung sighs, "i know i fucked up but i'll make it up to you. i promise! i'll do everything i can to make it up to you, i'll work harder on us... i'll find a... what is it? b-balance! balance! i'll work on communicating more... j-just be patient with me? i know you already are but—"

"—you're rambling," you cut him off, knowing if you didn't he'd just continue to talk in circles.

it's adorable, it's endearing.

but you take this opportunity to apologize in return, "i'm sorry too. i'm know i hurt you too that day. i could've found a better way to bring it up to you, talk to you about it but i didn't and i'm so sorry. i need to work on that, i need to work on a lot of things but… we'll work on us, together. it'll be hard but-"

"as long as we're together."

you nod, repeating his words, "as long as we're together."

jisung's hands move up to cup your cheeks, caressing the skin gently as your own hands are circled around his wrists. leaning in, he places a kiss onto your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulls away. his chocolate brown eyes graze over your face with a delighted look, taking the time to memorize your features all over again, etching them into his brain as if it was the first time all over again.

starting with your eyes. your stunning eyes that bore into his own, jisung finds himself entranced by them and the way they sparkle when you're talking about your passions, the things you love. your eyes that smile whenever you laugh at his stupid jokes.

your nose, which you've repeatedly expressed your dissatisfaction with, but jisung find absolutely adorable. the way your nose scrunches up when you laugh or when you're playfully glaring at him.

your lips. your plush, baby pink lips that jisung would kiss all day if he could, especially when you're in a pouty mood. the way your bottom lip juts out makes his heart flip. sometimes he finds himself staring at your lips, allured by the way they move as you speak.

you. you're absolutely breathtaking, beautiful. the most beautiful being he's ever laid his eyes on. the most beautiful being, inside and out that he will ever lay eyes on. he's convinced that nothing else, that no one else will captivate him, entrance him, amaze him the way that you do. the way only you do. its you, only you.

"i love you."

the three words, eight letters leave jisung's lips for the first time, directed to you, dedicated to you and you feel like you're levitating. the words, paired with the melodic vocal tone of the man sitting across from you has you breathless, the sound is intoxicating. you're addicted, so high and elated that for a moment, you wonder if you heard right.

"you..?" you're speechless.

jisung's face beams with happiness, his eyes crinkling into crescent moon shapes at the sight of your own eyes that currently resemble a lost puppy; large, round and beaming up at him.

"it was like a part of me was missing over the past three days. the past three days i didn't have you, three days without you... three days where i got the taste of what life would be like if i lost you. you, y/n, are my heart," he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, "i can't— i don't want to imagine a life without you, it would only be incomplete. i love you…"

jisung pauses, biting down on his bottom lip, trying to bite back his smile.

"fuck… i'm so in love with you."

"han jisung," you press a kiss to his lips with a hum before pulling away ever so slightly. lips brushing against his as you speak, "i'm so in love with you. it's crazy."

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ihave-atummyache · 2 months

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skz jealous texts <3

18++ nothing exactly explicit but there is implications!!!

ot8

Bang Chan:

Lee Know:

Changbin:

Hyunjin:

Han:

Felix:

Seungmin:

I.N:

FREE BONUS IS THE PICTURE I USED FOR IN’S PROFILE PICTURE BC OMGOMGOMH HOW HAVE I NEVER SEEN THUS?!?!!?

like he’s so pretty i wanna ran my head into a wall lol

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miniversse · 2 months

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⭑ “flaws and all” ⭑

⭑ bang chan x female reader

⭑ content includes: sex, oral (f receiving, m receiving), releasing, weed, body insecurity, scars, established relationship, non idol chan, non idol reader, pet names (baby, channie), build up

⭑ note: if you want to jump to the nsfw content, i have placed a dash indicating the beginning of it, but the build up is worth it! (this piece is low key chan worship hshshs)

⭑ minors dni

⭑——————————————————⭑

it was 02:34 am. you and chan lay in his bed, the dim purple light of his room illuminating his peaceful face. the room smelt of your boyfriends weed and black musk fragrance, two scents intertwined with one another in your mind. his raspy voice makes an appearance over the faint music playing…

“what do you love me for, y/n?”

his question pierced the silence between you, and you answer him with as much honesty as your physical state can offer.

“a lot chan, a lot. maybe your voice, your face, your personality, your dedication, your patience, your love. a lot”

he turns to face you, eyes red and heavier than ever, but oh prettier than ever. the corner of his lips slightly curve upwards for a slight second and he fidgets with his earring. you didn’t lie when you said those things to him. no matter what chan did, he was perfect to you.

“so… you’re telling me you don’t care about the scar on my back? my unhealthy addiction to weed? my anger issues you have to deal with? my unbelievably long work hours? my body changes?” he takes another smoke of his rolled joint, ironically, before continuing. “i mean, i don’t know. there’s a lot of shit you don’t have to deal with, ‘yknow?”

“i know chan, but people aren’t close-minded like that. of course i see more good in you than bad”

“but that’s the thing y/n, i don’t want you to see bad in me”

“baby” you stop to place a hand on his hair, raising his bangs up only for them to fall back down.

“i love you, flaws and all”

it’s almost like a spell was casted as he grabs you and places you above his body, connecting his lips with yours. they felt warm and plush as always. his kisses were hungry and full, taking you all in with every time you connected. his tounge dances with yours, the sounds of your make out session bounce across his walls. he kissed you until he couldn’t breathe anymore. disconnecting

from you with a string of saliva.

the way his eyes looked into yours spoke enough for you to understand how much he appreciated you. he grabs your neck from behind, lowering your head down to make your ear parallel to his lips.

“if you love me flaws and all, show me. yeah?” he whispers to make sure only you could hear him. he plants a kiss on your ear before letting you go, letting you be free, letting you do everything you desire to do, because you fucking loved him.

within a few swift moves, you both remained in your undergarments, making out again while you touch around his member, feeling it harden and rise.

“let me get on my knees”

he lets out a breathy chuckle as you get down to the cold floor on your knees, waiting for him to adjust by the edge of the bed. the music had stopped by now, but the drunk party goers outside filled the silence, and soon will your moans

your fingers wrap around the hem of his boxers, sliding down the fabric that was in a losing game with his cock. you couldn’t wait and so couldn’t he, so you begin to lick the precum forming from his swollen cock. his head darts back quickly, using you hair as a handle. your tongue glides down and up, until he’s fully coated with your saliva. your mouth then takes his cock in, struggling to fit it all. but chan begins to thrust his hips, forcing it down your throat. he whines and moans endlessly.

“mmh, baby. fuh-king shit.”

you pick up the pace, knowing that pulsating was signaling his release. your tongue glides over his member while your mouth reaches to the end of its length, gagging through the process. and at last, your mouth felt warm and heavy with his release. you swallowed it whole, licking any excess off of him.

“shit, shit, shit, fuuckk.” his jaw was fixated on being open as his head fell back, the veins on his neck making an appearance.

“baby you’re, mh, so good”

“i can be better”

you push him back up to the mattress, laying on top of him and letting him strip you bare. his fingers left hot trails where ever he touched you. and both your cores were empty and desperate. your hand makes way to his back, tracing his scar several times until chans eyes grew heavier, and hungrier.

“leave it baby, focus on me”

“it’s apart of you, channie. no one else can have such beautiful marks”

he licks his lips and smiles, his cheeks turn a soft pink, and you know you’ve brought him back to the chan you know.

he guides your waist closer to his member, raising your body above his cock and looking into your eyes for any hesitation, but they only showed love and desperation to have him inside you. he pushes your body down and you synchronize in grunts and moans. he stretches you out while passionately placing kisses on your chest. his hunger doesn’t hold back as he helps you ride his lower torso.

“y-you’re flaws make me love you even more. in my eyes, th-they are perfect imperfections-s”

he didn’t stop to react or to say anything, rather he took more control of you, making you slam into him faster, harder and more lovingly. you moaned into his ears and he did the same. chan would whimper from time to time, and it made you reach your climax even faster.

“come with m-me baby, ok?” he groans into your ear

“mmh, but i’m a-almost there”

“y-yeah, a-almost there”

his hands give in, and he leaves the rest to you. you’re legs begin to shake and your bodies prepare to release. you slam into him one last time, and your arousals commence together, your releases dripping out of your pussy. he lifts your body off and lays you down on the mattress, his head moving down to your swollen, pulsating pussy.

“let me taste us”

his tongue follows a straight, strict path from your vagina to your clit, taking pauses to swallow whatever gathers in his mouth. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he sucks and licks cluelessly. with no shame whatsoever, you come again and straight into chans mouth. his laugh vibrates in your pussy as you moan sweet nothings to him.

it’s back to how it was, except it was 03:11am, you and chan lay in his bed, naked. the dim red light of his room illuminating his flushed face. the room smelt of sex, your boyfriends weed and black musk fragrance, three scents intertwined with one another in your mind. his quite snores keep you up all night, but so does your tireless finger tracing every curve of his body.

“you’re art, chan”

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soobnny · 5 months

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loving is terrifying — han jisung. best friends to lovers. accidental confessions (1.6k words)

in the midst of ranting, han jisung accidentally confesses he’s in love with you

“And if I burn the whole school down, would you bail me out of jail, Hanji?”

You’re still only a few sentences into the important speech you were asked to write, and you’re starting to feel agitated, chewed up pencil carving out your thoughts on paper before finding its way abandoned on your desk.

It’s been a few hours, and you’d chosen to put the pencil down lest you want to bring yourself to insanity.

Pretty lies usually come easy to you, but now they’re burning holes into your skull and flicking the ashes into your brain. In the reprieve, all you can think about is your anger for the authority.

“Bold of you to assume I won’t be your accomplice.” Jisung retorts from where he’s seated next to you on the floor, arms crossed behind his head as he leans against his couch.

“There’s just so much wrong in the system. Their code of rules deprive students of their creativity. Only the top students have a multitude of opportunities waiting for them. And don’t get me started on how the authorities put so little value into culture and societal issues. Everything is wrong, just wrong in all ways!”

There’s a word count in Jisung’s head on how many times you’ve said wrong in one sitting, but he’s looking at you with a hint of something in his eyes. Almost adoration.

“And we can change it by burning the school down?” A tone of amusement is laced in your best friend’s voice, though you fail to search for a trace of judgment.

“We can start there. Then the world.” You take the pencil back and fiddle with it between your fingers.

“The world? That’s very ambitious of you.”

You glare at him.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t be by your side. I like ambitious.” Jisung smiles at you, making sure to lock his eyes with yours so you can see heavy genuineness where his pupils are. “What’s the next step then?”

“Climate change.”

Jisung throws his head back in quiet laughter, and the slight movement allows you a whip of his laundry detergent from the white shirt he’s wearing. “Okay, climate change.”

“You’re making fun of me.”

“I’m not!” His lips quirk up into a smile, eyes morphing from crescents to a full moon as he struggles to defend his name. There is still laughter even in the way he licks the inside of his cheek and takes your hands in his.

You fail to copy his laughter.

“Your eyes are upset. Are they directed at me?” Jisung softens his voice, only speaking one his laughter has boiled down. He pulls you closer than you already are, and you don’t notice the way he grabs the pencil between your fingers in the process to set it down.

“Of course not.” You mumble. “I’m mad at everything else, at everything wrong.”

A tally adds to his word count.

You sigh when you let go of his hands to take the paper in your own, eyes leaden as they scan across the sentences you had bullshited earlier. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to write this.”

“Just scream it out.”

“What?”

“Scream out what you actually want to say.” He grins.

You gape at him.

“I’m not screaming in your living room. Your neighbors are going to think someone’s being murdered.”

“Then just say it. Whatever you want to say. Everything wrong.”

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Okay, I’ll start then.” He smiles, and it’s heart-warmingly encouraging. “I wish it was easier to ground myself. I live in my head most of the time, and opening up is hard, and I wish forming any form of relationship wasn’t so scary.”

“Ji—“

“Okay, now your turn.”

“We are not going to ignore what you just said.”

“I said, your turn.”

“Jisung.”

“Please?” He places a hand over yours, and it’s enough for your brain to short circuit.

“Alright, fine. But we are going to talk about it later.”

“Now, what about those things that are wrong?” Jisung asks, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.

“Well, uh— our poor education system, that’s for one. And, the government. Blatant sexism too, how stupid the patriarchy is, how I still can’t parallel park for the life of me.”

You start with sporadic things, the ones that instantly pop in your head when you think about things that make you upset, and as you continue to talk, you dig a little deeper, and you don’t even realize you’ve stood up and your hands are flailing around like a salesman by the second.

“And, don’t even get me started on the transportation system. It’s so dumb how car-centered design came to be because how is it that the people who have access to private vehicles also have the easiest routes over the less fortunate who walk or commute? Like, why do we have to adjust to the roads?”

There’s a long list of things you want to say, finally letting loose and narrating all the things you’ve kept locked away in the back of your mind because you’re with the one person you can trust. When you meet Jisung’s gaze, he’s looking at you in awe.

“I hate how we’re branded as prodigies when we were younger. I hate the expectations that come with it, that we have to be great all the time, and, oh, this actually feels really good.”

Jisung chuckles at the way you come to a sudden realization, but he’s always known you were wiser beyond your years. “You’re brilliant.”

“Well, you have to say something too!”

Jisung fiddles with his fingers, trying to think of where to start. Though, the brilliance that is you and the opportunity of having this moment with you is enough motivation for him to follow suit.

“Uh, it’s so scary how superficial people are nowadays, and how so quickly they’re let down. It stresses me out how a single mistake could cost you so many relationships, but at the same time, who will stress out if not me? And it makes me realize how lucky I am to have the people in my life, and having an opportunity to talk like this really fuels my positivity in life, and it makes me realize even more how much I strongly feel like my life is for you guys, and there is nothing more important to me than being able to be a good person for you guys, like you. I wish I could be the bestest friend for you, maybe even more than that, but fuck, loving is so scary so I wish you’ll never find out how I’m so so in love with you— wait.”

The room falls silent and he’s thinking of a thousand different ways to die on the spot. He’s embarrassed. This is embarrassing, and he’s thinking it really wouldn’t be too late to jump off the bedroom window and hope for the best. A thousand different ways, maybe pretend he never said anything, stand still and maybe you’d think he wasn’t there in the first place. A thousand different ways.

“Han Jisung.”

“Soooo, haha, where were we in your speech again?”

Jisung doesn’t meet your eyes for the fear of rejection. He doesn’t think he has the heart to handle it right now, especially not after his accidental confession.

“Did you mean what you said?”

“About how superficial people are? Of course, it’s so scary. Hey, did I tell you about the tim—“

“Is being in love with me something wrong?”

He falls silent, and you can visibly see him start to panic, and his hands are pressed together as if in a prayer as he’s shaking his head profusely. “No, oh god no, it’s not. Honestly, it’s one of the only things I’m sure of, and that says a lot because I’m not sure of anything. I’m not even sure I’m in the right course or the right school or if I’m spending my money the right way, or if I’m even gonna live tomorrow, but fuck, loving you and everything about you is something I will never question.”

You can feel yourself start to smile, and Jisung finds himself copying you. It’s one of the first things he knew he loved about you—your smile, and the way you think, and the sound of your laughter. Despite his erratic heart beating and his fear of this exact moment, he still finds himself smiling when you do.

“I’m in love with you too.”

“What?”

You can visibly see the gears in his head turn, and he’s writing a story he doesn’t know the ending to just yet, but the beginning is so beautiful because it’s with you. Then, he laughs. It’s breathy, and you can almost hear the relief. “Did you just say you love me?”

“I did.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“I’m in love with you, Han Jisung.”

“I’m going to die.”

You laugh, and then he snaps back into reality.

“Can I kiss you?” His tone is so careful, but there’s a hint of something you can only recognize as a slight desperation—like he’s been thinking of it a while.

Jisung reaches out to wrap his arms around your waist, albeit a little shy. It’s a pattern that’s already so familiar. He isn’t a stranger to hugging you, in fact, he’s done it a million times, but the connotations to this one is a little different, and he can’t think straight at the possibility that you might actually consent to letting him kiss you.

“Okay.”

Words that haven’t left being translated into the motion of his lips moving against yours. Honestly, he doesn’t even know who went in for the kiss first. All he knows is his hands are gently rested on your waist and he’s actually kissing you right now, and you can feel the way he’s smiling into the kiss.

It takes a few minutes for you two to pull away, a little out of breath, and he leans in to try and kiss you again but your noses bump against each other’s, and the pair of you can’t help but laugh at how the events of the night had turned.

Jisung marvels at the way everything feels so simple, so right.

“I’m not dreaming, right? Like this is actually happening?”

You laugh even more.

Jisung’s always been afraid of venturing into the unknown, always kept his feelings hidden, and he’s always loathed his mouth for being so uncontrolled with the things he says. But now, with you in his arms, he couldn’t be any more happier about the slip of his tongue and how being with you feels like one of the rare rights among all the wrongs.

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𐙚 ๋࣭ ⭑love, or han jisung

♡ pairing - han x reader

♡ just a lil thing bc han is cute and these photos made me go crazy :33 (unedited !!)

♡ warnings - food mention, cannibalism joke djdjdj, ummm i don't think anything else but lmk if i missed smthn !

♡ wc - tba (short lol, i'll check on my laptop when i can!)

"Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"How do I look here?" Han asks timidly, and you roll over to look at the photos he's got up on his phone. "Do I look okay...?"

There's nothing you can say at first, just staring at the images and swiping between the three selcas with your mouth slightly open. Okay? Oh, he looks way better than okay. With his hair growing longer, it covers part of his face in a mass of fluff, and you have to fight the urge to break every pair of scissors at the JYPE building.

"You look amazing, as always," you say with a smile when you realize you've been silent too long.

Although you've only been dating a few months, you knew how Jisung could get when you didn't reply fast enough, but sometimes your mouth doesn't move as quickly as your brain does. You never want him to think you're not talking because you don't like something or don't care, unknowingly letting his insecurities spiral as you regain the function to speak. It's almost always the opposite, speechless from awe, not disgust.

Like now, reassuring him you mean what you say with a peck on his cheek. You've spent the day lounging in bed and listening to the rain fall, entangled in each other's warmth. He's wearing one of the few hoodies you haven't stolen away and a matching pair of sweat pants. It's simple, it's him. There's a soft smile on Jisungs face as he stretches over you to place his phone down on the nightstand. As soon as it hits the wood, he's dropped his entire body weight onto you.

"Jisuuuuung," you groan, dramatically gasping under him. "I can't breathe!"

You try and try to roll out from under him, but he's got you pinned down. Turning your head to the side, you find his face right by yours and jump at the sudden distance; more of a flinch than a jump really, considering your current position. A goofy smile forms on Jisung's face, your own features mimicking his. With the hand not squished by his body, you poke Jisung's cheek and he sticks his tongue out.

"I could eat you, you're so cute," You say, scrunching up your nose. "Like, just a bite out of your squishy cheek. Just a nibble on the tip of your nose."

"Am I dating a cannibal?" Jisung's eyes widen in fake shock, raising himself above you on his palms dramatically. As hard as he's trying to keep the act up, a few breathy laughs escape him. "Baby, do I need to call Minho-hyung to cook some food for you? I'm worried."

"No, I have a nice meal right here." You don't give him time to react before you're wrapping a hand behind his neck and sinking your teeth into his neck lightly. You can feel him jolt before relaxing into your touch.

Kissing the spot your teeth landed on, you pull back to see Jisung with his eyes closed and a soft smile on his blushing face. When he opens his eyes, you're sure he's found the same on you, leaning in to rub the tip of your noses together. You're against the headboard now, fingers tangling into his hair, the hood of his sweater falling behind his ears.

"I love you, you know that, right?" Jisung asks, eyebrows knitting together.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Because I'm not always here, or because of past arguments, or because I'm too much-" You cut him off by brushing your fingers over his lips.

"Whoever told you you're too much doesn't know what they're missing out on, Ji. You're funny and talented, and you're mine," He sighs into your cheek. "I love all of you, whether you're here physically or not. If you need me to verbalize it more I will, because I will never have a problem telling my beautiful boyfriend how much I love him."

"I like it when you call me that."

"Boyfriend?"

"Your boyfriend."

"My boyfriend, Han Jisung."

This time, his lips find yours and you can't tear away, breathless in minutes. When you finally do pull away, his face is flushed and his lips are puffy. You giggle and cup his face with one hand, the other intertwined with his. You stay like this for a while, listening to the rain and basking in each other's presence. Love, or in your words, Han Jisung.

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notes - this is not edited lol and also was supposed to be a cute lil thing without much plot at all :33 hehehe i hope u enjoyeeeed. also, @tfshouldidohere , GO TO BED !!

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 6 months

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Brat Taming 101 (with sub!skz)

A guide on how to tame your brat.

Word Count: 2965

Contents: d/s dynamics, degradation, ruined orgasms, orgasm denial, use of whore, mistress, chastity belt, exhibitionism, pervy behaviour, bondage, sex toys, public sex

Chan

Degradation is the way to go with this one. Channie is not often one to be bratty. He likes pleasing you and being good for you. And he loves the way you take care of him and help him to release all of his stress. So it’s rare that he messes with that. He likes to tease, sure, but he usually doesn’t take it very far, falling in line very quickly.

But on the rare occasion that he continues to push your buttons, degrading him is the way to go. This boy is such a slut for your praise. He always needs to hear how well he’s doing, how good he’s making you feel, how much of a good boy he is for bringing you so much pleasure. So taking that away and replacing it with some degradation does wonders.

His cheeky little grin fades so incredibly quickly when it starts. He tries a little harder to please you while trying not to make it obvious; works his mouth or his fingers or his cock harder to prove how good he is for you and you can see the way he’s quickly breaking when you don’t react.

Add in some disinterest if you really want to dissuade him from trying to be bratty again. Don’t moan or squirm or buck your hips, look as bored as possible. He’ll get so desperate for a reaction and so disappointed when he thinks he’s doing a bad job, not even capable of making you feel good. When tears well up in his eyes and he starts babbling about how he just wants you to feel good and to tell him what to do you’ll know you’ve truly broken him.

“S-Sorry sorry sorry. Please. I-I can make you feel g-good. Promise. Promise I can be your g-good boy. Promise I can make you feel good. J-Just tell me what to do. Please tell me what to do.”

Minho

Two words: ruined orgasm. The man can run his fucking mouth, and he knows just how to press your buttons. He loves to too. Early on in the relationship he got so fucking cocky because you couldn’t figure him out. He knew you were trying to pull him apart and find out what makes him tick but it took ages to uncover it and he had free reign to be as bratty as he wanted.

Edging wasn’t a punishment because the resulting orgasm was too good. He loved overstimulation, actively relishing in it the whole time. Even denying him wasn’t quite what you wanted. It took far too long to take effect and after weeks you were also desperate for him.

No, you had needed something else.

And all it took was a quickie while waiting for your food to be delivered one day to figure it out. He had cum just at the moment that the doorbell rang and the sudden surprise ruined his headspace completely and left him unsatisfied. It was so cute, the look of anger and frustration on his face after being left without a complete orgasm. The way he grabbed your hand and all but demanded you did it again so he could cum properly.

And you’d given in that day, but saved the tidbit of information for later. And it’s so so worth it. When you have him tied up and he’s been a menace all day long, teasing you and acting up, and he’s so sure that whatever punishment you give him he’ll like it or at least take it well. Edging he can take, denial he can handle for at least a couple of weeks. But the way you pull away, stopping all stimulation at the second he’s about to cum, leaving his body shuddering and tensing and cock leaking but not actually releasing is the worst torture he could imagine.

The first time he gets frustrated and his words get more defiant and bratty about how you fucked it up and don’t even know how to make him cum. But your smirk has him faltering. It only takes two ruined orgasms for him to break. When you leave him unsatisfied and uncomfortable, so pent up and needy to cum, he’ll start tearing up and begging you. If you tell him then that you’re going to deny him after that and not let him cum at all he’ll completely fall apart before your very eyes.

“I-I’ll be a good boy! I’m sorry, mistress. P-Please, I need to cum so badly! Please.”

Changbin

Binnie, honestly, is barely a brat. He likes to be playfully bratty but he's never very serious about it. Most of the time he’s a very good boy for you and he loves to be praised so he has no reason to act up. He likes to tease you here and there but never for long so it’s very rare for him to act up to the point that you feel the need to punish him.

Only once in a blue moon does he get too bratty. You know something about annoying you and seeing you frustrated with him sometimes gets him going. He doesn’t drop the teasing quickly and keeps pushing your buttons to get you upset. And at first you do exactly that, giving him warnings that just make him grin at you and act up even more. Telling him to wait until you get him home only makes him giddy.

The way to get him to behave is unconventional. You could try degrading him but it doesn’t have the desired effect, usually making him cry. And not in a fun way. You can deny him but only if you want him to get clingy and pouty afterwards. And if you want to get off with him then having to wait isn’t ideal.

No, the best thing to do happens before you go into the bedroom. When you get home, instead of pulling him into the bedroom or telling him off, simply set yourself down and sigh in defeat, pout for good measure. Unlike most of the others, Changbin feels so bad if his teasing upsets you. He wants you riled up, not sad. So if you sit somewhere to do something quiet his attitude will change immediately.

He’ll approach you with a pout and poke your cheeks. If you sigh that you’re not in the mood to play when he’s acting up like that, lamenting that you just wanted your sweet boy and you had a whole plan to pamper him and make him feel amazing (he loves more than anything when you’re a pleasure dom for him) and any resolve he has left is gone. He’ll have his head in your lap, looking up at you with watery eyes and whimpering that he really wants to be your good boy and he’ll do whatever you say.

“I’ll be you good boy, you know how good I am. I’m sorry I acted up all day, please let me make it up to you.”

Hyunjin

The problem with this whore (affectionate) is that he kinda likes anything you do to him. He’s just kinky like that. And when he’s in the right headspace any “punishment” is usually just going to egg him on. Of course denying him an orgasm can be effective but he has no shame and no pride about it and you will find him humping his pillow mere days later to get off “without touching himself.”

He’s a tad infuriating.

No, truly the best thing to do to actually break him is something that keeps him from getting off at all. A chastity belt is truly the best choice for when he decides the act up.

The hilarious thing is it honestly doesn’t take that long. He’s so desperate to be touched and you leaving him high and dry is one thing but locking him up so he can’t even touch himself? Just dangling the chastity belt in front of him has him swallowing hard and chuckling nervously. Sometimes just that is all it takes for him to start behaving himself, being the best boy you’ve ever seen and following every instruction to a tee.

But if his attitude persists it’s truly as simple as locking him up. From there it doesn’t matter what you do. You can keep teasing him and touching him until he gets worked up, you can make out with him which always ends up with him turned on anyway, but even sitting on the couch, cuddling, and watching a movie will do. Once it’s on it’s all he can think about.

Even on the couch he’ll end up curling against you and whimpering that he needs your attention. And when you question him about his bratty behaviour it’s completely gone and he's the sweetest, most pliant boy you’ve ever seen.

“M sorry. I-I’ll be a good boy. I promise. J-Just please take it off. Please let me cum. Promise I’ll be such a good boy for you.”

Jisung

God this is too easy. Sungie may have a big mouth but he’s impatient, horny, and desperate. He can never hold out very long so no matter what you do he’ll break out of the brattiness unless you fully indulge it.

No no, the real fun of this is the how. You have so many options.

Easily the fastest is don’t let him touch you. Even bringing out the ties will make him whimper. He can hold it together for a minute or two but the second you slip off your panties he’s a goner. This man will tip the whole ass chair over and nearly break his own front teeth when he goes down trying to get closer to you and begging to touch you, telling you how badly he needs to feel you.

You could also tap into his exhibitionism kink. You both know it exists even if you don’t talk about it much. Usually it’s nothing serious. A little bit of teasing while out at dinner, or a quickie in an empty closet when you’re both needy. But when he’s being a brat and you get him home and push him down on the couch. Get a hand down his pants before he has time to react and watch as his cheeks blush red and he starts to stutter and whimper while you murmur to him about how if he’s going to be a brat he can do it on the couch where any of his friends can walk into so see how badly behaved he is.

I blame stayvilleblr for making me think about perv!jisung. The most fun method is a combination of his pervy tendencies and his little humiliation kink you eventually uncovered. You learned early on dating him how much he liked getting a view up your skirt or down your shirt. It only took you sleeping over once for you to start losing panties and when you found a pair under his pillow you saved that little tidbit of information for later.

Let him run his mouth all day and be a tease. You would think he’d get suspicious of your leniency but he never does. Coax him into his room but let him think it’s all his idea. Only when you’ve got him on the bed should you pull the panties he’s hidden out from under his pillow. Boy will do a 180 so fast. Starts sweating and blushing and stuttering. Stuff the panties in his mouth and start degrading him for good measure and watch him fall apart before your very eyes.

“You’re just a needy little whore, aren’t you.”

“Y-Yes please, fuck, please fuck me. I’ll be your good little whore, I need it so bad.”

Felix

Brat? This boy? You have the wrong sub. Felix doesn’t have a bratty bone in his body.

However he likes the idea of getting punished. Just a little bit. So if you notice him suddenly acting up or teasing you when he knows he shouldn’t he’s cautiously testing to see if he can push your limits and shake up his usual good boy act.

Go easy on him. Let him tease just a little and honestly, a warning usually deters him from anymore, too bent on being your good boy to truly cause trouble. If he keeps going though you can at least put on a little show for him. Give him a few warnings and watch him get just a little nervous but keep pushing you. When you get him home be just a little bit rough with him he likes being manhandled.

He might break just from that but if he doesn’t all it takes it just the hint of a punishment. On the days when he really wants to push his luck he’ll hold out for as long as he can, being so cutely defiant it makes you wanna giggle. But keep your wits about you and follow what he wants, giving him a few more chances to be a brat.

Then give him literally any punishment. Deny him an orgasm, stop touching him, overstimulate him, degrade him, honestly anything will make him break so fast. He wants to believe he can be a brat but he can’t take being punished and he will immediately start tearing up and begging and saying he’ll be good for you again. Make sure to give him lots of snuggles and good aftercare.

“I-I’m sorry. I-I’m so sorry please please d-don’t stop. I-I’ll be good. I’ll b-be your g-good boy.”

Seungmin

This is not going to be easy. He so so relishes in making you frustrated and it isn’t easy to break him when he gets into a bratty mood. If you touch him at all he sees it as a win and he’ll definitely let you know it, teasing you for not being able to keep your hands off of him. If you let him touch you or tell him to make you feel good he’ll get so cocky about it, saying you can’t get off without his fingers, tongue, thigh, or cock.

No, the only thing that truly works is to completely ignore him. He’ll let you tie him up because he doesn’t think you could break him out of his brattiness no matter what. Just get on the bed and start playing with yourself, ignoring him and his comments completely. Pull out your toys and he’ll start saying that you know he can fuck you better. Pull out a dildo that’s bigger than him. If you’re really invested get a fuck machine and don’t hold back any moans or reactions from how good you feel.

Seungmin likes to think he’s the only one, or thing, that can really make you feel good. Proving him wrong is the only way to tame him. He’ll start sweating when you pull out the dildo and his words get more defiant and cocky until you’re moaning louder for the toy than you do for him. That’s when he starts straining against the ties. The closer you get to your release the more desperate he’ll start to sound and when he knows you’re about to cum (or at least when you sound like it) is when he’ll start begging, voice nearly cracking as if he’s going to cry.

“Baby, please. Put down the toy I can fuck you so much better, I promise. Please let me touch you, let me fuck you.”

Jeongin

Sweet sweet baby bread is a massive fucking tease. He lives to push your buttons and get you going. And it would take a while to figure out how to properly wipe that cocky little smirk off his pretty face. The best method is often calling him on his bluffs.

He really likes to run his mouth and tell you how good of a job he can do. He does know how to please you but he’s not used to being in charge and it trips him up every time. Any time you pout at him and tell him that he can take over if he’s so much better you’ll see his smile falter. He’s suddenly clumsy and frazzled and desperately trying to save face because he’s not actually sure what to do . The boy who is usually so good at getting you off will struggle to do so, even more so when you give him a genuinely curious and worried look and ask if he’s okay. Give it time and he’ll crumble, begging for your help and to tell him what to do.

What’s way more fun though is when you call him on his bluff in public. He cannot keep his hands or his words to himself when he’s out with you, enjoying any reaction he can get out of you, knowing that with so many people around there’s nothing you can do about it. It makes it all the more surprising to him when you pull him into a changing room at the mall and press the heel of your palm against his crotch and ask him if he's really that needy that he can’t wait until you get home. The way his eyes go wide and he starts sputtering is just too cute. Despite his whimpers that someone might hear him while you’re palming him he gets hard so fast and soon he’s panting and hiding his face in your neck and promising to be a good boy for the rest of the day because he can’t stay quiet when he cums and he knows someone will hear.

“Sorry sorry m’ sorry please. Promise I’ll be a good boy for you. I-If I cum like this someone will hear. L-Let’s go home n’ I’ll make you feel so good, p-promise.”

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yootaesowlwrites · 7 months

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Don’t You Dare Pull Out - Han Jisung

W/C: 3K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Faster,” “DI need you to hold onto something then.” + “Don’t you dare pull out.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, kitchen sex, breast play, nipple sucking, clit stimulation, fingering, dirty talking, palming, cum tasting, unprotected sex, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You were busy in the kitchen cleaning in it while Jisung was somewhere in the house, you weren’t exactly sure where or what your boyfriend was doing, but you just hoped to quickly finish in the kitchen, so you could go find him and cuddle into him. As you were stretching over the counter and wiping it clean, you hear footsteps entering the kitchen.

“Hey, Ji,” You say, not sparing a glance in his direction, as you thought he was coming to get something to drink or snack on. “I’m almost finished, can we cuddle if you’re not too busy?” You feel his front press into your ass and his hands grip your hips, your eyes slightly widen as you feel his boner pressing into your ass, and you pause with all movements. His hands push your shirt upwards before they move to grip the waistband of your pants and tug them down and let them drop to the floor around your ankles.

“I need you so badly, baby,” He whines out. You grip the cloth tighter in your hand before releasing it and leaving it where it was, you straighten yourself up and step out of your pants before turning around to face him, your fingers move to his waistband and hook them into the elastic and pull on them.

“Then let’s not waste any time, let’s do it right here,” You say and let the elastic snap back against his skin, causing a groan to fall from his lips. You lean forward, and he meets you halfway, pressing his lips hotly against yours and kissing you desperately. His hands pull at your shirt, and you pull at his as you messily fumble to pull it off. His tongue swipes over your lips, only for you to pull back and pull his shirt over his head, forcing him to release yours and let you remove his.

“It seems like you’re more eager than I am right now,” He says before gripping your shirt and lifting it upwards, you lift your arms and allow him to remove your shirt and toss it onto the floor where his shirt had landed only seconds ago. His hands cup your breasts through your bra, and his fingers immediately press against the place where he knew your nipples would be.

“Well, my boyfriend comes into the kitchen, horny off his mind, can you blame me?” You ask as you grip onto the countertop behind you. “It got me turned on, knowing how turned on you were and needing me,” You could feel a sensation going down to your core as he rubs your nipples through your bra. “Besides, are you maybe frustrated about something?”

“Yes,” He mutters and lets his eyes drop to your chest. “And I need to let it out, because it seems like everything I write down is garbage,” You nod your head and move your hand to the elastic of your bra and pull it over your head and toss it aside, making him pull his hands away as you do, he licks his lips as he finally sees your breasts. You toss your bra aside and move your hand to cup the bulge in his pants and slowly rub over it, you watch his eyelids flutter before he leans closer and cups your boobs and pushes them together against his face. "Fuck, this is heaven..." You could feel his hot breathing against your chest, and the way his thumbs were circling your nipples and causing them to harden.

“Jisung…” You mumble as you slowly slide your hand up and down along his length. He turns his head slightly, and you feel his tongue press against your boob before you felt it slowly move closer to your nipple, he lifts his head away from the centre of your chest and moves his head closer until the tip of his tongue was flicking over your nipple. You could feel yourself getting wetter from the sensation that was going through you. “Ohh, Ji…” You tilt your head back and take in a deep breath. He pushes your breasts even more together to squish them together as he continues to flick his tongue over your nipple.

“Fuck, this is amazing…” He mutters before wrapping his mouth over the nipple and sucking on the bud. You could feel some type of sensation go up your legs and straight towards your abdomen, where a knot of tension was slowly building. You could hear his loud breathing through his nose as it was smushed against your breast.

“Ji, hmm…” You moan. You move your free hand to grip onto the back of his head and massage your fingers into his scalp. He squeezes the side of your breast he was sucking on before releasing it and sliding his hand down your sides and over your mound before cupping you through your panties and stroking your folds through the fabric. “Ji, Ji, Ohh, hmm,” Your hand moves slightly faster over his bulge before you move it lower and cup his balls through his clothes.

“Ohh, my, fucking fuck…” He groans as he releases your nipple. “Ohh, shit that felt so good, fuck,” Your fingers press into the fabric as you massage his balls that were growing sensitive. “Fuuuck…” He lays his forehead against your chest, and you could hear his breathing picking up the more you played with him. “Don’t make me cum in my pants, I wanna cum inside you,” Your fingers pause, and you feel his fingers pushing against your folds, pushing the fabric of your panties between them before he slides them along your pussy.

“Ohh, oh… fuck, I,” You breathe out as your lids flutter. You feel the fabric of your panties pushing more between your folds until his fingers were against your clit and rubbing the bundle of nerves through the fabric. “Ohh, Ji, that feels so good,” The feeling of his finger rubbing you through the thin fabric was something you couldn’t describe. Your skin was growing hotter by the second as sweat begins forming a layer on it, you could feel your heart starting to pound in your ears. His fingers slide away from your clit, and you feel the fabric pushing more between your folds before you felt his fingers pressing against your entrance. “Oh, shit, Ji…” You slide your hand away from his balls and cup his bulge again.

“By the time you’re wet enough, you would have made me ruin my underwear,” He mutters and pushes two digits into your entrance, pausing once he sees your body stiffen. “Are you still okay?” You nod your head and take in a slow and steady breath, he pushes his fingers further into you along with your panties, making your jaw drop as you begin to breathe through your mouth.

“All good, fuck, fuck, Ji,” You gasp out at the friction against your walls. You feel your back muscles tensing as the sensation goes through your entire body. “Jisuuunnggg,” Your hand pauses on his bulge, and you suck in a deep breath through your mouth before lifting your head and looking down at his head, which was still resting against the centre of your chest. “Fucking hell, Ji…” He lifts his head, and you could see his eyes completely covered with lust and a smirk sitting on his lips.

“I can’t wait to be inside you instead,” He says. He curls his fingers inside you, and you pull your hand away from his bulge to grab onto the countertop behind you to keep you from sinking to the floor. He pulls his fingers from you before plunging them back into you, making you gasp and roll your eyes to the back.

“Ji, Ji, oh, my fucking…” You gasp and rise onto your toes. Your eyes shut as his fingers pump in and out of you, you could feel the stretching feeling disappear as your walls become wetter and your panties become ruined with your own arousal. “Jiiiii,” You could feel your mind starting to spin and specs of dust forms behind your lids, your grip on his hair tightens as you feel yourself getting closer to your own high. “Oh, my fucking…”

“Not yet, hold on,” He mutters. You lower to your feet and curl your toes as you feel a third digit slipping into you, pushing more of your panties into you. Your head falls back as you feel the fabric rubbing against your clit and causing the knot inside you to grow bigger and tighter.

“Jisung!” You moan. As his fingers pump in and out of you, you could feel your panties stimulating your clit, which was rapidly causing stars to form behind your lids as you got closer and closer to your high. “Ji, I’m gonna…” You squeeze your legs together around his hand, and that’s when you felt the knot unravel inside you and your high crashing into you like a wave. “JISUNG!” Your mind spins as stars fly past your visions behind your lids, and your body shakes with ecstasy and feels light at the same time. “JI-JISUNG!” The sound of your wetness fills the kitchen, along with your breathy moans and cries of pleasure. “JISUNG!” His fingers pump in and out of you rapidly to get you through your high, only slowing down once your body begins calming down. “Fuck… so good, so fucking good, Ji…” You lift your head and open your eyes and look at him through hooded eyes.

“It sounded like it was,” He mumbles and pulls his fingers from you, making you whimper as he does. You release the countertop and his hair and move your hands to the waistband of his sweats, your fingers curl into the fabric, and you tug it downwards along with his underwear. They pool at his feet, and he steps out of them, using his foot to kick them aside. “Let me taste it quickly,” You watch as he lifts his hand, the scent of your arousal fills your nose before you watch him push his three fingers into his mouth and suck on them. “Hmm,” His lids flutter for a moment, and you feel your walls clench at the tight. “Fuck, so good, let me feel it with my cock now,” His hands move to the waistband of your panties, and he slowly pulls them down, making sure to take his time as the fabric slips out from between your walls and peels away from your throbbing clit.

“Jiiiiii!” You whine out and squeeze your eyes shut for a moment. You open them and breathe in and out deeply as the fabric drops to the floor. “Fuck…” You step out of them, and he uses his foot to push them aside.

“Turn around for me,” He says. You do as he says, and you feel his hand press against your lower back before it slides along your spine before pressing down against your back between your shoulder blades. You lay down against the countertop, gasping once the cold surface makes contact with your hot skin.

“Shit, fuck,” You gasp and try to calm your racing mind and heart. His hand stays there while you feel his cock move against your asscheeks, leaving a wet trail behind on your skin before it slips between your folds. “Ohh, my fuuckk, Ji,” He drags it along your pussy, coating himself with your juices before living himself up with your entrance.

“Fuuuuckkk,” He groans out as he pushes the head of his cock inside you, your walls immediately squeeze around him and suck him in. “Fuck, so warm, oh, my fucking…” The sound of your wetness squelching fills the kitchen again, and it sounds even more sinful than the first time. “Fuck, so good, oh, my fuck,” His hand release his cock and moves it to your waist to grip onto you.

“Ji, fuck, fuck, ohhh, shit, uhhhmmm,” You moan. You lay your cheek against the countertop and gasp as you feel his cock slowly filling and stretching you. “Fucking… Jisung, oh…” Your fingers scratch at the cold surface at the pleasurable sensation that’s going through your body.

“Fuck…” He breathes out as he bottoms out inside you. His hand on your waist grips you tightly as he takes a few deep breaths. “Fuck, you feel so good, I might not even last long,” He slowly pulls his hips back and hear your wetness squelching as he does. “Not with how you’re squeezing me,” You feel him pause once the tip of his cock remained inside you before he snaps his hips forward.

“FUCK!” You cry out at the sudden feeling of being filled again. “Jisung, oh, my fuck…” The sound of your wetness fills the kitchen along with your moans and his groans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. “Fuck, oh, my fucking…” You could feel your body slipping against the counter from all the sweat that’s build up. “Fuck… faster.”

“I need you to hold onto something then,” He groans. You reach over the counter and manage to grip onto the other end of it with both hands, his thrusts become harder and harsher, and you could feel the familiar tightening feeling of your high building returning to you.

“Fuck, fuck, Jisung, yes, like that!” You moan. You close your eyes as you feel his cock rubbing all the right spots inside you. “Fuck… yes,” You could feel your mind spinning with pleasure, and you swear you were seconds away from coming undone.

“Fuck, yes, squeeze me again, fuck,” He groans as he feels your walls pulsing around him. “Fuck, yes… So good, oh, my fuck…” His hand slides down your spine, and you feel him grip onto your hips before pulling you over his cock. Your back suddenly arches as you feel the head of his cock hit your sweet spot.

“JISUNG, FUCK!” You cry out. Your walls clamp down around him, causing his balls to tighten in an instant. “FUCK, OH, AGAIN!” You feel his hips stutter against yours as he tries to hit that same spot again. “Oh, YES, YES!” Your walls were milking his cock for a release each time the head touched your sweet spot. You could feel your hip bones hitting against the counter and knew they would be bruised the next day, but right now, the pleasure was worth it. “FUCK!”

“Fuck, fuck, where do you want it?” He groans out, he could feel his high getting closer and closer much faster than he anticipated, your walls continue to clench around him, and he could feel he was about to blow.

“Fuck, don’t you dare pull out!” You moan. His hips snap into yours, and you feel a warm feeling slowly spreading inside you. “FUCK, YES, FILL ME UP, JI!” Hot ropes of cum spill into you as he begins rocking his hips against yours. “JI!”

“FUCK, YYYY/NNN!” He whines as he feels your walls still pulsing around his sensitive cock that was slowly growing soft as his load was spilling into you. “Fuck, fuck, let me… fuck,” He slides one hand between you and the countertop and cups your mound before pressing his fingers against your clit that had a heartbeat inside it. “FUCK!”

“Fuck, fuck, Jisung, Oh, my fucking, JISUNG!” You cry out as stars explode behind your lids and you come undone. The knot inside you snaps loose and your body shakes against the counter as you go through your high. Your mind flies into the sky and your body floats through the clouds, you feel him trying to keep rubbing your clit as pleasure consumes his body completely and his energy was slowly being drained. “FUCK, So good, fuck,” Your grip on the counter loosens before you completely release it and claw at the countertop.

“Ohh, my fuck… so good,” He mutters and leans over you. His hips pause against yours, and he lays his head against your middle back, breathing in deeply as he does. Your body slowly calms down, and soon the only sound that fills the kitchen was the sound of you both catching your breath and trying to calm down from the intimate moment that just happened. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm,” You hum and open your eyes. “I’m okay… my hips might not be,” You feel his hand pull away from your pussy and move between your hips and the counter, he lifts his head away from your back and pulls you away from the counter.

“Shit, you’re right…” He mutters as he looks down at your hips. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” You take his hand in yours and pull it away from your hip before you move forward to press yourself against him.

“Ji, it’s fine, I’m fine with it,” You mutter. “I don’t mind, it's a little reminder from today,” You smile at him as you bring your other hand to his lips and trace your finger along them. “Who knows, maybe tomorrow with feeling them, I’ll come to interrupt you,” He licks his lips before leaning closer, if it weren’t for your fingers, his lips would have been against yours.

“I’ll look forward to that,” He mutters. You pull your finger away and press your lips against his, softly kissing him, his arms wrap around you, and he holds you against him as you both sway gently in the kitchen.

“I could use a drink right now…” You mutter as you pull away from the kiss. “And you?” He unwraps his arms from around you as he nods. "And then we can go clean up, yeah?"

"Hmm, I could use a drink," He says. You move towards the cupboards and take out two glasses before filling it with some water. "Thank you," You nod your head as you pass him the glass.

"So, do you think your frustration is all out now?" You ask and take a sip from the water in the glass. He shrugs his shoulders and takes a sip before putting the glass down.

"I'll see once we finished our shower," He says and gives you a smirk. A Hint of mischief in his eyes, which told you just enough about what you needed to know was going to happen in the shower.

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biniminisblog · 2 months

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barcelona: a love untold | heartbreak series (hjs)

pairing: han jisung x reader

synopsis: "huwag mo kong mahalin dahil mahal kita. mahalin mo ako dahil mahal mo ako, because that is what I deserve." or “stop saying you love me just because i love you. say you love me because you love me, because that is what i deserve.”

genre: angst, best friends to strangers

word count: 2.0k

series masterist

a/n: hi i’m alive and doing good!! still feeling a bit under the weather but nothing too serious so i got to finish this!! hope you guys liked it 😖😖 i actually was gonna write a happy ending but forgot this is literally called heartbreak series lmao. perhaps in an alternate ending instead who knows 👀 anw pls reblog/comment your thoughts i would rlly appreciate it, thank you ❤️❤️

“congratulations to all of you!” the cheers got louder, echoing around the school gym, and simultaneously, you all threw your graduation caps in the air, celebrating the end of a story and the beginning of a new one.

you can’t believe it. you’ve finally graduated high school. all those sleepless nights of studying and countless exams have finally paid off. you’re now one step closer from going to your dream university. one where you can start fresh.

“you’ve grown so much now,” your mother sniffles, barely being able to contain her tears. “but i know you’ll always be my baby daughter.” she finishes, eyes filled with such warmth and you give her a tight hug, your father joining in as you cry happy tears at this emotional moment.

“of course mom, now stop crying or you’ll ruin both our makeups,” you joke, carefully wiping the droplets on your mother’s cheek using your thumb. your mother does the same to you and your father gives you a head pat, laughing slightly at the both of you.

“i’m proud of you yn, you’ve become a wonderful woman.” your father smiles warmly, giving you a light squeeze, and while pulling away he adds, “but just because you’ll be in college soon doesn’t mean i’m letting you go wild and date boys.”

“dad!” you whine, feeling embarrassed, and you playfully slap your father on the shoulder, which only elicits a chuckle and a ruffle of your hair. “what? i’m just protecting my only daughter. besides, australia is a huge and unknown place, who knows who you’ll meet there.”

“well lucky for you, i’m not interested in dating anyone.” which technically isn’t a lie but not the truth either. you don’t want to date just anyone since you already had your eyes set on someone else.

unknowingly, that someone else happens to be heading towards your direction right at this moment, with both your parents looking behind you. when you see their faces instantly morphing to one of fondness, you can immediately tell who they are looking at.

“yn!” you hear his voice before you see him, and when you turn around you are greeted with your best friend, the person you have been in love with ever since you learned what love is.

he flashes you an infectious smile that you couldn’t help but reciprocate, his pearly white teeth on full display as he gently pulls you into a tight hug. his parents are trailing behind him as they walk towards your parents.

“i can’t believe we graduated!” jisung exclaims, jumping up and down with you still trapped in his embrace, which causes you to move along with him.

“jisung-ah, please stop, i can't breathe—!” you manage to let out before he pulls away, eyes apologetic and a pout adorning his lips.

“sorry, i just missed you so much i couldn’t help it.” you can’t control the blush that starts to show onto your face and you scoff, looking away quickly in hopes he didn’t notice.

“you literally just saw me this morning, you big baby.” you tease, giving his forehead a little flick to which he responds with a dramatic ‘ouch!’.

jisung then proceeds to greet your parents, hugging them and then congratulating him on his achievements. you do the same with his parents and when you are done exchanging words, you both excuse yourselves.

you both arrive at the school rooftop, and once you close the door, you both heave a sigh of exhaustion.

“i still can’t believe high school is over.” jisung speaks first, his eyes fixated on the sunset as he rests his arms on the railings.

“yeah…” you mumble as you approach him before standing next to him and looking at the sunset as well. “now the real shit begins.”

this gets jisung to laugh, yet he still has this solemn look on his face. “you know, we only have one thing left on our bucket list before college.”

“travel to barcelona together, right?” he hums in affirmation, playing with the hems of his toga as he awaits your response.

“well we did agree to find a date first, so we can’t really do that.” you shrug nonchalantly, although you were anything but. the truth is, you didn’t want to date anyone else but him so you never actively sought out other people.

however, you can’t say the same for him. you’ve actually been tiptoeing around him a bit for the past few weeks ever since he and lia broke up, so it’s still a relatively fresh wound.

you remember waking up in the middle of the night to jisung knocking on your bedroom window, and when you let him in he broke down. it was your first time seeing him look so dejected, you weren’t sure what to do. he had sobbed quietly in your arms the whole night, and the only thing you could do was comfort him.

you don’t know the exact reason why they broke up, just that jisung told you that it had been his entirely fault. you want to believe him, though a part of you wishes to resent lia and blame her for everything, but you know you couldn’t do that. instead you just have to live with the fact that jisung will never see you that way and now that you’ve graduated and are moving to another country, you think you’re finally ready to accept that.

“who says we can’t be each other’s date?”

you think god is playing with you.

you whip your head to face jisung, only to find the serious look plastered on his features. you furrow your eyebrows in confusion and he notices, getting ready to explain. “i mean, we’ve been friends for years now, right? it seems like the only logical solution since we know each other better than anyone else, so why don’t we start dating?”

you continue to stare at him, unsure of what to do anymore. you never would’ve thought this would happen, but you have an inkling as to why he’s doing this.

“jisung… i know you’re still hurting but this isn’t the way to cope—” he cuts you off by grabbing both your hands in his, catching you by surprise.

“i’m being serious, yn. i want to try this, i want to see how this goes—and if it doesn’t work out then we can go back to being just friends, i promise! just give me a chance.” he pleads, puppy dog eyes on full display since he knows you can’t resist it. you almost give in, but you know this is only going to end in heartbreak, yours specifically. because you know you could never go back to just friends once you start dating.

you also know it wouldn’t last long especially since you’re moving away soon.

“jisung, i’m moving to australia.” you finally drop the bomb as you pull your hands from his and dart your eyes to look at the sunset instead.

you hear him mutter a ‘what?’ under his breath and when you glance at his reaction you see a mixture of what seems to be hurt and betrayal.

“why? when are you moving? why are you telling me this now?” jisung bombards you with questions, running a frustrated hand through his once perfectly styled hair as he waits for your answers.

“i wanted something new and exciting, like a new beginning.” you try to explain, keeping your voice calm as you begin to see jisung’s eyebrows furrow even more. “i’m moving next week and i only told you now because i knew you’d react like this.”

“like what yn? like i was betrayed by my own best friend? of course i’d react like this! how would you feel if i told you i’d be leaving the country in less than a week without any warning? and what about barcelona?” he asks you and you have nothing to say, knowing that you would react the same way. you were just being selfish and immature.

jisung takes your silence as confirmation and angrily paces back and forth. “i just don’t get it, why would you want to move away from here? away from me? have i just misunderstood everything?”

his last question confused you, making you wonder what he was talking about. “what do you mean misunderstood? am i missing something?”

this seems to fluster jisung as he now begins to stumble over his words.

“uhm—i mean, it’s just that i—uh kind of overheard you talking about your feelings for me—?” you interrupt him with a loud gasp, feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment rush through you.

you were so stupid, how could you let yourself be exposed so easily? as dramatic as it sounds, you feel like your life is officially ruined.

“…how long have you known?” you ask hesitantly, yet you were afraid of what the answer may be.

jisung seems to contemplate on what to say but eventually gives in. “i knew the day after the break up. i went to your place that morning and i heard you talking on the phone. you said you planned on confessing but ended up not doing it because lia and i just broke up and you didn’t want to overwhelm me.”

you were about to open your mouth to say something but jisung is quick to cut you off. “—but! please, hear me out. i like you too, yn. hell— i may even love you! and before you worry about lia, i promise you we’re not like that anymore. it’s just that you’re the one person who’s always been there for me and i was too blind to see it.”

your head was spinning, you’re not sure how to respond. yes, you want to go through the easy route and just accept his confession. you know how badly you want to just ignore all those times he unknowingly broke your heart by choosing everyone else but you. yet you’re aware that it isn’t the right choice.

because you’ve already accepted the fact that jisung will never be in love with you.

“i know you don’t mean that, so please let’s just forget this happened before one of us gets hurt.” you bite your lip to suppress yourself from saying more and jisung frowns, a mix of emotions showing on his features.

“then what do you want me to do so that you’d believe me?” he takes a step closer before gently tucking the stray hair behind your ear. he then cups your jaw, caressing it ever so slightly as you try to regulate your increasing heart rate.

“i’ll only believe you if you stop saying you love me just because i love you. say you love me because you love me, because that is what i deserve.” you whisper, and jisung wouldn’t have heard it if it weren’t for the fact that your faces were now only inches apart from each other.

“i love you.” his lips muttering those words were the last thing you see before you feel it press down your own. he kisses you like you’re the last bit of oxygen left in this world. he kisses you like he wants to kiss you. he kisses you like he loves you. and you kiss him back.

until you hear a ring. at first you both ignore it, continuing to wallow in each other’s presence. however the annoying sound wouldn’t stop, so you both begrudgingly pulled away.

you regret this soon after once you find out it was jisung’s phone, and the caller was none other than his ex girlfriend herself. what hurts more is the fact that he still had her number saved with a heart, clearly still not over her.

you start to feel the burning sensation in your eyes and you attempt to blink repeatedly to prevent the tears from falling but it only gets worse.

“wait, yn— i can explain!” jisung speaks before quickly mutes his phone and shoves it back in his pocket.

“explain what, jisung? that you’re still in love with your ex and i’m just a rebound to you!?” you exclaim, emotions clouding your judgement, making irrational yet you didn’t care.

“i—“ jisung sutters over his words, not even bothering to form coherent sentences and that’s when you understood everything.

god you were so delusional. why would you think jisung would fall for someone like you anyway? especially if he’s still hung up over his ex. you really are the biggest idiot.

“fuck you han jisung. fuck you and all your empty i love yous and promises.” and that was the last thing you say before you decided he was no longer in your life.

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myseungsunglove · 11 months

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◠ ◡ ◠᭚ια’sᵕ̈ Masterlist

Updated April 22, 2024

Lots of Seungminnie here. He is my largest collection.

Equal parts Han and Bang Chan, though I’ve probably become a little more comfortable writing Chan so I expect there to be more of him coming. I’ve veered a little bit away from writing Han romantically just because I have a hard time getting into that headspace so there hasn’t been a new Han piece since August. *hides behind Seungmin*

I've dipped my toes in the Lee Know and Hyunjin pools. Shhhh. Let me cook. ;)

Welcome to my little slice of delulu paradise. Kick off your shoes, grab a blanket, cuddle up with your favorite stray kid and relax. ◠ ◡ ◠᭚ιαᵕ̈

Kim Seungmin One Shots & Series

Han Jisung One Shots & Series

Bang Chan One Shots & Series

The Master of Flirting - Chan x Reader - all the fluff MoF pt. 1 -August 13,2023-

The Mystery if You - Chan x Reader - fluffy MoF pt. 2 -August 20, 2023-

The Art of Meeting - Chan x Reader - MoF pt. 3 -September 3, 2023-

Broken Promises - Chan x Reader - despite the name, it really is fluffy, I promise. - Sometimes you can make all the promises in the world to yourself, but life has other plans for you. Working closely with Bang Chan turns out to be a challenge in which you never really stood a chance. -September 29, 2023-

The Complication of Connecting - Chan x Reader - MoF Pt. 4 -October 20, 2023-

Say That Again - Chan x Reader - After watching Chan’s episode with the Felix and him playing with the twin girls, your mind is sent reeling by thoughts you’d never really entertained before. You voice those thoughts to Chan and find yourself quite surprised by his response. -December 28, 2023-

Lee Know Drabbles

I Don’t Know How to Feel - Lee Know x Reader - angsty Drabble -September 16, 2023-

All you had to do was Ask - Lee Know x Reader - Smut, very little plot here -November 3, 2023-

Your Hands, My Necklace - Lee Know x Reader - Smut Prompt Request Drabble -December 2, 2023

Hyunjin Drabbles

An S-Class Connection - Hyunjin x Reader - smut and a teensy ounce of fluff -September 23, 2023-

Ot8! Drabbles

Safe Haven - reader x ot8! -July 1, 2023-

Comfort - reader x ot8! -September 1, 2023-

#stray kids #kim seungmin #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #kim seungmin x reader #skz smut #han jisung #seungmin #han jisung x reader #kim seungmin x y/n #han jisung/reader #han jisung oneshot #Kim seungmin one shot #kim seungmin imagines

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zeroeightzeroone · 5 months

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souvenirs - han jisung

love collection

genre: fluff

pairings: idol!han jisung (istp) x fem!reader (infp)

synopsis: jisung comes home from japan.

wc ~2.5k | moodboard

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j.one<3: bonjour love open le door

you: has felix been teaching you

j.one<3: teaching me what

you: nvm i'm coming

gently pushing against your desk, the desk chair you're seated on rolls back enough so that you have enough space to stand. your feet once again clad in warm, fluffy socks pad against the floor as you make your way out of your bedroom, down the hall and to the front door where your boyfriend waits patiently on the other side.

jisung stands with his hands shoved into his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels as his eyes graze over the door of your unit as he waits. the moment he hears you on the other side, fiddling around to unlock the door from the other side, his attention is immediately taken by you. a giddy feeling blossoming in his stomach.

you open the door to reveal your boyfriend clad in black jeans, a grey hoodie with a white t-shirt peeking out from underneath and a mask covering the bottom half of his face. alongside a knapsack resting on his back and a tote bag slung over his shoulder. a little keychain dangling from the strap of the lighter-weight fabric bag has you wondering.

prompting you to ask, "don't you have a key?"

jisung nods his head quickly as he makes his way inside, his eyes crinkled into crescent shapes and you know he adorns a cheeky smile underneath that mask; feeling incredibly proud of himself.

you close the door behind him, "you could've let yourself in."

"i know," he folds his mask, shoving it into his pocket, "but you opening the door for me means i get to see you sooner rather than later."

you're proven right as he sports a wide, ear-to-ear grin at how witty he finds his own antics. in the middle of an eye roll, jisung catches you off guard when his thumb and forefinger tilt your chin up to him. your eyes blown wide in surprise when he places a kiss on the corner of your lips, causing your heart to go into overdrive. meanwhile his second kiss on your deeply flushed cheeks has you swooning over the boy in front of you.

jisung retracts his hands, thumb and forefinger no longer tilting your head up to him as his arms fall back to his sides. the sudden loss of contact has your bottom lip jutting out as your boyfriend looks down at you with an even wider grin.

"yes baby?" he coos. patting down your hair and then playing with the end of your ponytail between his fingers, "you need something?"

you pucker your lips.

"you missed me?" he teases before leaning down to press his lips to yours in a sweet kiss, "i missed you too."

your arms move around jisung's waist, nuzzling yourself into his chest with a sigh of comfort. the two of you stand at the entrance of your apartment unit in each other's arms before detaching from one another long enough for your boyfriend to discard his shoes whilst you hold onto the tote bag. jisung then trails behind you as you make your way to your bedroom.

shutting the door behind him, jisung shrugs the knapsack off his back before leaning it up against the wall. from where you sit at the edge of the bed, you extend your arms out to hand jisung back his tote bag.

the boy shakes his head.

"that's for you," he informs as he walks around to your dresser, rolling open the first drawer, "i got you some stuff while we were in japan."

jisung shuffles through the drawer that holds his clothes with his back facing you, not noticing the small smile that plays on your lips when you gaze down at the tote bag.

the tote bag containing little souvenirs that reminded jisung of you during his trip to japan.

despite letting jisung know that he doesn't need to bring something back for you every time he's out of the country for work, the boy insists on it. when he sees something abroad that reminds him of you, something he thinks you'll adore, he can't just not buy it. jisung gets to tell you the significance of the trinket when he brings it home to you.

your curiosity regarding the contents inside the tote bag has taken your full attention as jisung pulls out a pair of his grey sweatpants. your boyfriend unbuckles his belt in the background and you hear his pants hit the floor. pulling out the contents of the bag and laying them before you, you can hear jisung shuffling as he pulls the sweatpants on.

when the task is completed successfully, he takes a seat on the bed, leaning up against your headboard as he watches you lay everything out. jisung finds himself smiling affectionately in your direction, watching as your eyes sparkle as you look over every item you've laid out in front of you.

a delayed gasp leaves your lips when your eyes land on the milk chocolate brown, plush bag charm. immediately reaching out to grab it.

"you got me one!"

jisung shakes his head with a smile.

"that's the one you're most excited about?" he moves to lay on his stomach next to you, "the han quokka bag charm?"

you nod your head vigorously, giving jisung whiplash when you're suddenly on your feet and grabbing the bag you always use when you go out. your eyebrows furrow as you focus on opening the ball chain, looping it through the d-ring and closing the metal clasp.

with a huge toothy grin on your face, you extend your arms to display your shoulder bag with the new edition of a han quokka charm. the charm flopping around with the sudden movement.

"cute," han quokka himself comments.

"i know," you scoff playfully as you place the bag down, "hmmmm…"

jisung lies with his feet to the headboard and he's propped himself up with his arm to look at you. you crawl back onto the bed, choosing to sit cross-legged next to him, your elbow resting on his hip as you lean into him. the two of you continuing to go through the items jisung brought you from japan.

he picks up a box, "i heard these character masks were really good, so i wanted to try them with you,"

you get ahold of the box, turning it around to look at the variety of animal masks it says are inside.

"plus, i think we'll look scary with them on," jisung remarks and you laugh in agreement.

he picks up tabi-style socks; instead of one big pocket, it has a slit for the big toe.

"i saw these and i knew you'd love them. they're not fuzzy like the ones you're always wearing but they're cute, and i know you like cute."

he's right, the socks are adorable. a bunch of little akita dogs decorating the blue fabric making different expressions.

next, jisung points at a couple kit-kat bags, each bag a different flavour than the next. he talks about how you love sweets and that he bought them so you could try all the different flavours together. along with other japanese snacks he found at the convenience store, some that you'd tried before and others you haven't.

"we went to a studio ghibli store and i remembered the first movie we watched together was howl's moving castle," he moves to point at the sticker sheet.

when you and jisung started dating, you had never seen a studio ghibli film and jisung couldn't have that. he made it his duty that the next time you were able to hang out together, he would go straight to educating you. when that next hangout came around, jisung went straight to turning on howl's moving castle. he wanted to show you his favorite studio ghibli movie before moving on to the rest.

"i chose this one because it has some stickers of heen," you look closer, "and i remember you thinking heen was the cutest thing in the world when he popped up on the screen."

your heart swells as you listen to jisung talk. the fact he remembers these small, seemingly insignificant details from the beginning of your relationship until now, almost two years later. he brings them up in such a nonchalant manner as if these facts are common sense and as if he isn't making your heart beat out of your chest from his thoughtfulness.

jisung can feel your gaze on him, his cheeks heating up at the realization as he reaches over to get a hold of two medium-sized boxes, opening them up one at a time.

“this one’s from chan hyung,” he says, “it’s a daruma doll. the eyes are empty so you fill in one when you start a goal, then you fill in the other when that goal is completed. hyung bought nine, one for each member and one for you. he said i’d be a good token of motivation.”

“i’m the ninth member of stray kids” you gasp, reaching out for the hollow figure.

jisung hands the figure to you, taken aback when your facial expression changes suddenly. your eyes that were once wide with awe were now narrowed at him as you point a finger directly at the boy.

“just to let you know, i can’t dance, sing or rap.”

jisung laughs loudly.

that is not what he was expecting you to say with your sudden change of emotion. the dark-haired boy laughs himself onto his stomach, one hand landing on your thigh, the boy now face down in a laughing fit next to you.

“is my lack of talent funny to you?” you poke the swirl in his hair at the back of his head.

still face down, jisung nods.

"wow, ok. rude.”

he rolls back on his side, gasping for air as you glare at him.

“but i love your dancing, especially the little wiggles,” he leans his cheek against his hand, “i especially love hearing you sing, i think you have a beautiful voice.”

he reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, your glare softening at the gesture.

“my favourite is hearing you try to do my rap parts in a song. half the time you’re making random noises and maybe a word here and there.”

you swat his hand away with a pout, “you talk too fast!”

jisung giggles with a smirk, pretending to flip his hair over his shoulder, “thank you. i’m flattered.”

you roll your eyes as jisung proceeds to open the next box.

“this is a maneki neko, a lucky charm,” jisung hands you the small, black cat figure, “minho hyung got this for you, the black maneki neko is said to ward off evil spirits.”

you turn the maneki neko in your fingers, observing the details. while you’re occupied, jisung picks up something else.

“this is from seungmin."

jisung hands you a small stone. you blink, observing it in your hand.

you blink again, “what is it?”

“a stone. a rock.”

“ok, yes. i know that much,” you retort, “is there a message behind this one too? is it a lucky rock?”

jisung shakes his head and shrugs, “seungmin picked it up outside the stadium and told me to give it to you.”

your eyebrows furrow in confusion, observing the rock in your hands once again before a lightbulb goes off in your head.

“when he said he’d get me a something that rocks from japan, i didn’t think he meant it literally.… my random japanese rock?”

the dark-haired boy shrugs his shoulders again, “babe, who knows what goes through that puppy’s mind? but anyway, i’ll let them know i gave you their gifts… and… the rock.”

jisung slides his phone out from the pocket of his sweatpants and he gestures for you to show off your new gifts so he can snap a photo. in one hand you hold the daruma and the maneki neko and the rock in your other hand. you smile widely towards the camera, the smile on your face mirrored by your boyfriend behind the device as he snaps the picture. the same smile doesn’t budge when he goes to send the photo into the stray kids family group chat, typing up a text message.

whilst he’s doing that, you take the time to examine the daruma doll and the intricate designs painted on the small figure. your lips parted in awe as your eyes graze over the strokes, imagining the time and effort put in by the talisman. amazed by the talent and dedication.

jisung’s phone buzzes and he chuckles, flipping the device around to show you the screen and the messages flooding into the chat.

yongbokkie: is that a rock

seungmoo: yes the best souvenir ever

leader bang: yay! did she like the daruma?

leebit: i guess the charm didn’t work you’re still there

jeonginnie: i think i should be y/n’s best friend i’d get her a better souvenir than a rock

seungmoo: fight me

jeonginnie: i’d win

hyune: lol hannie is an evil spirit

dwaekki: maybe y/n likes bad boys

you laugh at the abundance of incoming messages in the group chat and extend your arms to get ahold of jisung’s phone, which he hands over with no hesitation. beaming as he watches you type up a message to send into the group chat. once you’re done and have pressed send, you’re passing the phone back to your boyfriend who reads over your reply.

hanji: hi next couple of messages are from me, y/n i did like the daruma, thanks chan! best friend applications are open: whoever brings the biggest rock wins no comment on the bad boy thing lol

jisung types up his own replies before shutting off his phone, silencing it and placing it face down on the bed. there’s one more souvenir that jisung brought from japan that hasn’t been opened yet.

whatever is inside is hidden behind a white paper envelope. japanese characters are written vertically on the left-hand side of the envelope. your eyes sparkle with curiosity as you watch your boyfriend remove the contents inside the envelope. laying out two amulets before you: one pink and the other one blue.

"we had some free time before one of the shows so minho, hyunjin and i went to a shrine. we were looking at all the different omamori– lucky charms– when these two teens in school uniforms came over," jisung picks up the pink charm, "we saw them buy these two charms and run off."

you gaze at him lovingly as he recalls his time at the shrine.

"we picked up bits and pieces of their conversation; the couple had been together for a while and wanted to buy this charm specifically," he switches the pink charm to his other hand, leaning up on his elbow instead of on his hand, "these ones are love omamori or en-musubi omamori."

jisung picks up the blue one, holding it next to the pink one. his eyes grazing over the two amulets laying on his palm.

“i searched up the different omamori charm meanings while we were there and i read that en-musubi means something along the lines of binding of fates," he explains.

slowly, jisung’s eyes move from the amulets and meet your own. if it's even possible, his facial expression softens further as the smile on his lips reaches his eyes. holding the pink amulet towards you, motioning for you to take it. you tear your gaze away from his chocolate brown orbs and down towards at the pink, fabric amulet you hold between your fingers.

"i know that dating me isn't all that easy, that it gets hard. but even though it gets hard i'm lucky to be loved by you, i'm lucky to have you as my love. i'll be even luckier when my fate binds with yours, the most amazing person i know and the person i love more than anything."

a huge smile breaks out on your face at jisung's words.

you take your boyfriend by surprise when you launch your body into his, embracing him in a hug. jisung grunts at the sudden impact as he rolls onto his back, his arms instinctively move to cradle your body into his. being in jisung’s arms gave you a sense of satisfaction, similar to the one you get when you find the puzzle pieces that fit perfectly with the other.

your face is nuzzled into the crook of his next, jisung leans his head on yours. your legs are perfectly intertwined with his as he holds you against him, feeling the way his chest rises and falls, the warmth radiating off his body. the two of you lay in each other’s arms for the next few moments, adjusting your positions so you’re laid right next to him instead of on top of him. one of jisung’s hands moves to caress your hair, and a sigh of contentment leaves him as he recalls how much he longed to hold you in his arms whilst he was abroad.

cuddling a pillow to his chest, imagining it was you, didn’t help at all.

“you want our fates to bind together?” you say in a hushed tone, jisung immediately nods in response, “really?”

“of course, why wouldn’t i?” he cranes his neck to look down at you, “binding our fates together means i’ll always get to see your little dances. hear you singing in the shower and attempting to rap along with me. i’m lucky enough to be able to do all that right now. i'd be the luckiest man in getting to do all that and more, with you, for the rest of my life."

even though you’re shaking your head with an eye roll at his words. you’re also cuddling more into his side as your heart leaps and swells listening to him.

“you got a way with words, you know that?”

“it's not like my career depends on that,” you gently slap his chest and the boy chuckles at your reaction, “i love you, you know that?”

you smile at the way he reiterates the end of your last response, “i do. i love you too.”

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everyone is a little toxic

Stray Kids Imagine

summary: toxic traits of skz

sfw! mean!skz toxic!skz but nothing crazy fr. suuuuuper angsty

-OT8

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ik i said that i would post it all in one part but mwahahahha😈 there will be a pt 2. later gators

pt2:

Bang Chan: Overworks himself then takes it out on you.

You scoop the meal you just made into a bowl and stare at the steaming food, your lip between your teeth. It is for your boyfriend, Chan, who has locked himself in his room to keep working on a track. The same track that practically had him in tears last week.

You know if you go in and bother him, there is a fifty-fifty chance of him snapping at you. He often does when you 'bother' him while he is working. It isn't your fault that you get concerned for your extremely overworked boyfriend!

You let out a deep sigh and pick the bowl up before making your way over to the room that was set up as an office for him. You knock gently on the door twice before letting yourself in. He often has headphones on and doesn't notice you when you knock so you always let yourself in.

"Channie?" You question, walking towards his hunched figure at his desk. You glances over at you when he senses your presence but doesn't bother taking a headphone off or even trying to talk to you.

You bite down on your lip and debate walking back out of the room and not even talking to him or offering him food. He has been locked up in this room for almost 24 hours. He neglected coming to bed last night and instead has been sat in front of his computer.

"I made dinner," you comment as you reach his desk. He knows you’re there but chooses to pretend he first notice you. Once you're beside him, he dramatically rips his headphones off and slams his hands on the desk, making you jump.

"What, y/n? What could you possibly want right now?" he snaps at you and you bite down on your lip, feeling tears wanting to well up at the embarrassment he was making you feel for trying to take care of him. Your cheeks and neck burn with a deep blush.

Chan’s eyes are bloodshot and glassy. His face is flush and his hair is sticking up in every direction, an obvious sign that he has been running his fingers through it over and over again.

You were right, you should have turned around and left. But its too late now. You're already in the room and you're already getting yelled at so you might as well accept it, even if it does break your heart.

"I-I made you dinner," you stutter out and break eye contact with him, opting to look at the bowl in your hands instead. It is still steaming hot and the steam is hitting your nostrils, making your own stomach growl. You know this is one of Chan's favorites so hopefully it'll act as a peace offering.

"Oh my God. Get out! If I was hungry or if I wanted you in here, I would have called for you," he snaps at you again and pulls the headphones over his ears again, turning to face the computer screen.

You feel your face heat up more in a mix of anger and embarrassment before you slam the bowl down on the desk beside him. You try not to notice that the liquid sloshes out of the bowl slightly and lands on your hand, immediately burning you.

You turn on your heel and storm out of the room, slamming the door behind you. By the time you reach the kitchen, angry tears are running down your face and your even angrier hands are trying to wipe them away.

Lee Know: Short tempered

You know Minho has a short temper. Everyone knows that, but it doesn't excuse him going off on you for absolutely no reason. You often are the object of his anger because you are together so much and you’re usually able to just brush his outbursts off.

However, sometimes you just can’t let them go.

"Hm?" You question, pulling your headphones off. You had seen your boyfriend talking to you but only caught the end of his sentence by the time you removed the headphones. He rolls his eyes at you, obviously annoyed.

"I hate repeating myself, y/n. You know this," he raises his eyebrows at you and you blink at him a few times, waiting for him to say whatever it was that he had said.

"I said," he starts, attitude dripping in his tone, "Do you want to go to that new restaurant for dinner tonight?" he asks and you nod.

"Yes of course. When do you wanna go?" you ask and stand up. For some reason, you miscalculated exactly how close you were to the table and your knee hits the table, knocking your glass of water over and making it roll off the table, shattering all over the floor.

"Are you kidding me? Why is it so hard for you to do simple tasks like listening and watching where you're going?" Minho snaps at you before walking towards the kitchen. You roll your eyes and opt to not reply.

You squat down to pick up the glass and somehow one of the shards cuts your finger, right where it meets your palm. You let out a hiss and drop the glass on the ground bringing your hand closer to inspect it.

The cut isn't too deep but it is in one of those spots that seems like it will never stop bleeding. You stand quickly as the blood drops from your hand and lands on your mess. As you walk towards the kitchen, you are dripping blood and don't notice.

"Did you seriously cut yourself?" Minho's tone is impatient with you again and you nod, walking towards the sink to rinse the cut out.

"Let me see it," he demands and you shake your head, letting the water run over the cut, another hiss leaving your mouth at the sting.

"Stop being so fucking stubborn," he grabs your wrist, a little too harshly, and yanks it from under the water to look at it, making you stumble into him slightly.

"Stop being so fucking mean," you reply and snatch your hand from his grip. He scoffs at you and rolls his eyes, slamming the towel that was in his hand down on the counter beside him.

"If I'm so fucking mean, then clean your own damn mess," he spits at you before leaving the room, his heavy footsteps indicating that he is making his way to your shared bedroom.

You let out a frustrated yell and grab the first aid kit from under the sink. All you did was ask him to repeat himself and drop a fucking glass and he's acting like this is the end of the world.

"Y/n! You got blood on the floor. You couldn't have at least stopped that from happening?" You hear Minho's voice again and you ignore him, not feeding into his temper anymore.

You hear his footsteps making their way towards the kitchen again and slam your hands down on the countertop, definitely making your cut bleed much more than it was before.

"You don't hear me talking to you?" He questions and you turn around facing him. A look of disgust and annoyance covers your face.

"Oh fuck off, Minho. Yell at somebody who gives a shit," You snap and push past him, letting your shoulder hit him a little too hard, and making your way to your bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind you.

Changbin: Arrogant

"Who was that?" You ask, setting your purse down as you enter you apartment. Changbin comes in behind you and helps you slide your coat off, placing a kiss to your bare shoulder.

"I met her a while ago at an award show," he replies and you nod, toeing off your shoes. You aren't one to get insecure or jealous, especially with the way your man is all over you, even in public.

But something about this girl just really rubbed you the wrong way. The way he unwrapped his arm from your waist to shake her hand made your stomach flip. Her lingering touches and flirty eyes, all while you were standing right there.

"She seemed a little touchy," you comment and Changbin shrugs, ultimately disregarding your comment.

"You only met her once?" You clarify again as you follow Changbin into the bedroom to change your clothes.

"Mhm, she used to have a thing for Hyunjin I think," he comments, loosening his tie and sliding it over your head. You let out a little 'ah' and pull your dress off, replacing it with a t-shirt and sleep shorts. You make your way into the bathroom and grab a makeup wipe, starting to remove your eye makeup.

"Why are you acting so weird? You aren't jealous, are you?" Changbin's voice sounds from the doorframe and you look over at him before looking back into the mirror, shrugging.

"It isn't that I'm jealous,” you clarify, “It's more like the principle of her overstepping obvious boundaries that you wouldn't push with someone who is in a relationship," you try to explain.

"It wasn't that serious," Changbin once again shrugs off your feelings and you turn to face him, crossing your arms across your chest.

"Are you even listening to me, Bin?" your voice is laced with frustration.

"Of course I am. You're jealous because some colleague was being too nice to me," he turns to walk away and you scoff.

"Do you listen to anything but the sound of your own damn voice?" you suddenly snap at him and he freezes before turning back around to face you. He opens his mouth to speak but you interrupt him before he can start.

"Whenever I tell you about my feelings or try to have a conversation like this with you, you just brush it off. I'm not jealous, Changbin. It's the principle of it all. And if I was jealous, you definitely aren't doing anything to help my insecurity," your temper has ran out and his eyebrows drop into a furrow, seemingly confused about your sudden outburst.

"I just don't understand why you are coming for me like this when I didn't do anything," he says, his own tone starting to reflect yours.

"What I'm trying to say is-"

"No I get what you're trying to say. I just don't understand why you're so mad at me," he tries to clarify and you turn back towards the sink.

"Then you obviosuly don't get what I'm-"

"Y/n you need to calm down," He interrupts you and you scoff, slamming your hands down on the sink.

"Stop fucking interrupting me! You are so fucking arrogant. Oh my God! You can't even actually listen to me for five fucking minutes without having to have your own input," you snap and he takes a step towards you so you're face to face in the bathroom.

"Sometimes you're wrong, Changbin. Whether you like it or not. Get your head out of your ass," you push past him and go towards the living room.

Hyunjin: Perfectionist

Hyunjin's most toxic trait is something that has been forced upon him in his career. He is convinced that everyone, especially the public has to think that he is perfect.

The perfect man, the perfect idol, the perfect boyfriend. This sometimes causes huge strains in your relationship because you can't tell what is real and what is a facade that he is putting on for the public eye.

You and Hyunjin are on a date and got into a small argument. It wasn't even an argument as much as you were just bickering with each other. He had picked this Italian restaurant and the portions were huge so you two decided it would he best to split a dish. However you couldn't decide and started to bicker back and forth between two dishes, trying to decide which to get.

"We can literally make that at home, Hyunjin. We should get something that we can only have in an authentic restaurant like this," you try to reason and Hyunjin rolls his eyes.

"You already decided on white wine, which doesn't go with the dish you want at all," he replies and you throw your hands up a little in frustration.

"Whatever, Hyunjin. Get what you want," you snap at him and before he can snap back at you, the waitress walks up to the table. He plasters a huge fake smile on his face and tells her the order, getting what he wanted and the white wine that you wanted.

"Now everyone is happy. Stop being a crybaby," he mumbles and you scoff, pulling out your phone. Your Twitter is getting notifications and you open the app.

Someone had taken a video of you and Hyunjin in the past ten minutes and posted it to Twitter. It already had over 1000 likes and you laugh at the video.

It showed Hyunjin saying something to you before you roll your eyes and fall back into your seat, crossing your arms. Then Hyunjin runs a hand through his hair, obviously annoyed.

"What's funny?" Hyunjin's voice pulls you from the video and you look up, turning your phone to face him. The smile on your face drops when you take in Hyunjin's face, obviously not amused with the video.

His jaw clenches and he clears his throat before turning in the direction that the video seemed to be taken from. The person recording was obviously long gone and he turns back to face you, a sigh leaving his mouth.

"What's wrong?" you ask, putting your phone away and resting your chin in your hand to look at your boyfriend.

"Nothing's wrong," he mumbles and you let out a small chuckle. You already know what's wrong. You reach for Hyunjin's hand across the table and he lets you grab it.

"Jinnie, relax. It's okay! There's nothing wrong with us disagreeing from time to time. It's natural and everyone likes seeing this real and raw side of you. You know that," you try to reason and he nods as the waitress approaches the table with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

The waitress pours your wine and neither you or your boyfriend say anything besides a small 'thank you' and even after she leaves, the silence between the two of you remain. You take a sip from your glass and look over to Hyunjin. He is zoned out, his finger tracing the rim of the glass and he's focused on something on the table.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of your's?" You finally break the silence and Hyunjin's eyes shoot up to meet yours immediately.

"That looks like we don't like each other," he mutters in a small voice, not much more than a whisper. You let out a sigh and adjust in your seat, uncrossing your legs and leaning towards your boyfriend. Before you can say anything, he's shaking his head at you.

"Stop it. Your body language is weird. Now we know someone is watching us, we need to act like we like each other," he speaks up, his eyes darting around the restaurant. You feel a little pang in your chest at his words and suck in a sharp breath.

"Act like we like each other?" You inquire, an eyebrow raised. He shoos you with his hand, still looking around the room.

"You know what I mean, y/n. Let's not start a scene. We have already caused one," he dismisses you and you scoff, taking the napkin from your lap and slamming it on the table.

"Whatever, Hyunjin. I'll give them something to spectate about," you spit at him and stand from the table. You grab your belongings and turn, making a beeline for the door. You barely hear Hyunjin calling in a whisper yell behind you before you reach the door and pull out your phone, ready to call a cab.

Han: Wandering eyes

Your first thought when you get to your house is to turn on the T.V. and see your stunning boyfriend at his award show. Your relationship was still under wraps so you weren't allowed to join him at his award show, at least not yet. You turn on the T.V. and realize you missed their red carpet so you take to Twitter to see what you missed.

Before you can even type his name into the search bar, you see that under trending is your boyfriend's name. He must have looked really good if he's trending away from his group. You click on the 'Han Jisung' hashtag and your heart immediately drops.

He wasn't trending because of how good he looks, he's trending because he was caught by a million cameras checking out another idol. Bile creeps its way into your throat and the tears spring to your eyes before you can even stop them.

This may seem like an overreaction to most, but this is not the first time that your boyfriend has been trending for his wandering eyes and flirty behavior. Just a week ago you two had gotten in a huge fight about how just because you're a secret, doesn't mean he needs to act single.

You thought that it got through to him but it obviously went in one ear and right out of the other. You lock your phone and frustratedly slam it down on the couch beside you. You let out a groan and let your head fall into your hands.

"Han fucking Jisung," you whisper out to yourself. You fall back against the couch and cross your arms over your chest before deciding to train your eyes on the ceiling. It only lasts about a minute until tears have started running down your face.

About two hours later, you hear the front door of your apartment open and you roll over in bed, not ready to explain to your boyfriend why your eyes are so puffy and red. He obviously didn't go to the after party so that gives you a little reassurance, but not much.

"Baby? Are you asleep?" you hear your boyfriend's voice and pull the blanket tighter around your chin before shaking your head. You hear him make his way over to the bed and he places a kiss to the side of your head. He smells like his shampoo and soap which means he either showered at the venue or went home before coming to see you.

"Did you watch the show?" he asks and you feel all of your emotions over the situation bubble to the surface. You let out a scoff.

"No, Jisung. I was too busy scrolling through your trending video from a million different angles," you reply coldly. He doesn't seem to pick up on your tone well and settles in the bed behind you.

"I'm trending?" there is pure excitement in his voice and you almost feel bad for him. Almost. You sit up straight in the bed and turn to face him. His bare face is illuminated by the faint glow of street lights outside your window and he really does look stunning. If you weren't so upset with him, you would surely be jumping his bones.

"Yeah. You're trending. Not for what you, your company, or your devoted girlfriend would like you to be trending for, however," you snap at him and grab your phone from the side table. You pull up his name under trending and toss your phone at him.

He flips it and you see him obviously scrolling through the tweets. His eyebrows are dropped in focus before they relax and a small smirk takes over his face, making your jaw drop.

"Does this make you happy, Jisung?" you question, hostility dripping from your tone. His eyes dart up to yours before they're back on the phone again. You glance over at your screen and see that he is watching a video of himself that is from an angle that you can see the exact asset he was assessing on the singer.

"You have got to be kidding me," you snarl at him and stand from the bed, ready to sleep in the living room.

"What? Can you blame me? She has a nice-"

"You have a girlfriend!" you interrupt him, your tone much more hostile than you intended and he's slightly taken aback.

"I know! I'm a guy. What do you expect?" his absurd defense just pisses you off more and you can't help clenching your jaw. He locks your phone and throws it onto the bed next to you.

"You are unbelievable." You spit before storming out of the room.

Felix: Belittling you/making you feel inferior

You sigh again. Your work computer has been acting up and you have done everything you can to try to make it work. You're trying your absolute best to not have to resort to calling your IT desk at work, but it seems to be your only option.

"That's one sigh too many. What's eating you?" you hear your boyfriend's voice behind you, giving you some comfort but frustration still racks your body.

"My computer is being dumb and I really don't want to have to call IT. I've tried everything I can think of and it still won't work!" you exclaim out, slamming your hands down on the desk. You feel his hands start to massage your shoulders and a gentle kiss is placed to your temple, obviously trying to calm you down.

"I just don't know what to do, Lix. On top of that, I have a report that I need to present on Friday!" you complain again and tilt your head back to look at Felix. He turns his attention from the computer screen down to you and presses a quick kiss to your lips.

"Do you want me to have a look at it?" He asks and you shake your head before sitting back up to look at the screen again.

"In all honesty, I just want to go to bed and not even think about this mess anymore," you confess and rest your head in the palm of your hand.

"Have you tried plugging it in?" Felix asks and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You were already frustrated and you don't want to be sent over the edge and snap at your boyfriend.

"Yes, Felix. I tried to plug it in," you reply but the exasperation in your voice is impossible to miss. You run your hand through the front of your hair and sit back up again, ready to try a few more things so you can work on your project.

"Have you tried restarting it?" It was meant to come out as a helpful question but you can't stop the scoff that leaves your mouth in response.

"I'm not an idiot, Felix," you snap at him but he doesn't say anything else for a few beats of silence.

"Did you put it to sleep or hard reset it? Do you know the difference?" he asks and you turn in your chair immediately to face him. Maybe it was the underlying belittling in his tone that sends you over the edge but you all but spit out your next response.

"Actually, Felix, I do know the difference and you are so not being helpful at all right now and in all honesty, you're pissing me the fuck off," you stare at your boyfriend, who is obviously taken aback by your outburst.

"How am I pissing you off?" he questions and you stand, letting out a humorless laugh. You turn and close your laptop before making your way over to your bed.

"You keep talking to me like I'm some kind of idiot. I'm not dumb, y'know? You always do this if you think you know more than me about a topic," you rant and he raises an eyebrow at you, still confused. You roll your eyes and slide under the blanket, turning your back to him.

"Whatever, Felix. Goodnight," you snap but it doesn't take long for you to feel the bed behind you dip from his weight.

"Don't go to sleep mad, angel," he reaches out to touch your shoulder but you shake his hand off. You turn to face him and regret fills your body at the face he is giving you. He looks like a guilty puppy and you let out a sigh. You lean over and press a quick kiss to his pouty lips before pulling back.

"I'm not mad. I'm just..." you pause, searching the ceiling for the right word, "Annoyed, frustrated, tired. I just want to go to sleep and we can talk in the morning. Sound good?" you try to reason and he nods but the sad puppy look is still plastered on his face.

Seungmin: Cruel

Seungmin loves you. So much. More than he has loved anyone else before. He knows it, you know it, his friends and family know it. However, sometimes he isn't as nice to you as he probably should be.

It isn't always what he is saying or his actions, as much as it's his tone. Today is one of Seungmin's more unkind days and you noticed it as soon as you woke up. He spent the night at your house last night so it was nice to see your boyfriend first thing in the morning.

He is always up before you and today was just like any other day. When you open your eyes, they're met with the chocolate ones of your adorable boyfriend. You hug him a little closer and he grumbles at you, his morning cranky still evident.

"Good morning," you whisper out, leaning up to press a kiss to his jaw line. He mumbles back a quiet response and you try to pull him closer to you, wanting to savor the cuddle a bit more but Seungmin's body stiffens, pushing you away.

" 'S too hot," he groans and pushes you away completely, getting up from bed. You whine at him and he chuckles slightly, heading towards the bathroom. You get up and follow him, running your nails up his back.

"I love you," you speak out again, voice still raspy, before placing a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. You want so badly to wrap your arms around his waist and relish in his warmth for a little longer but you refrain.

Seungmin glances at you through the mirror and you stare back, waiting for him to mirror the same words back to you. He puts his toothbrush in his mouth and a frown finds its way onto your lips. He notices and pulls his toothbrush from him mouth.

"Love you too," he shortly replies and it stings a little. Not only did he not say 'I' but the response was robotic, rehearsed. It felt like it was what he was supposed to say more than an expression of his feelings. It seemed like he didn’t even want to admit he loved you in all honesty.

Later that same day, you find him on the couch and plop down next to him. He glances over at you then back to the T.V. again so you scoot closer. He has been neglecting you all day and you finally found the perfect opportunity to cuddle up with your boyfriend.

You silently hoped that a good cuddle would make up for him hurting your feelings earlier and would offer you some much needed reassurance. You wrap your arm around your boyfriend's arm and place your cheek on his shoulder. You immediately feel him shift away from you and your heart drops.

"Do you have to sit so close to me? I don't feel like being touched right now," his evident irritation is enough to make tears want to spring to your eyes. It makes you want to curl up into a ball and cry out of embarrassment and the rejection of your boyfriend.

"You're being mean," you mumble out as you push away from him and settle onto the other side of the couch, turning your attention to the T.V. instead.

"How am I being mean? Maybe you're just being too sensitive," he shrugs before standing from the couch and grabbing his glass from the coffee table.

"Seungmin," you warn but he doesn't listen, instead walking into the kitchen to refill his glass. Your eyes burn with the tears that are begging to spill so you stand and decide to go take a shower to cry by yourself.

"Where are you going?" Seungmin's voice rings behind you and you feel the first tear fall so you decide its best not to turn around.

"Shower," you mumble out and continue walking towards your bathroom. You can't help the sniffle you let out as more tears fall and you quickly step into the bathroom and turn the shower water on as more tears fall from your eyes.

I.N: Gets distant

"How is Innie doing?" Your best friend asks over the phone and you bite down on your lip. She knows when you're lying and will call you out on it so you opt for a more neutral answer.

"Busy. How is your boyfriend?" you quickly try to change the topic but she is much smarter than you're giving her credit for and doesn't let you switch the conversation.

"He's doing it again, isn't he?" she questions, her voice full of sympathy and you can't stop the sigh that leaves your lips. Too ashamed to admit out loud that your boyfriend has went distant on you again, you just nod.

"Babe, you can't keep letting him do this to you! You need to put your foot down," she insists over the phone, obviously frustrated with your boyfriend's antics. It may seem like you aren't frustrated to everyone else, but that couldn't be further from the truth

You hate when Jeongin decides to disappear and not talk to you for days on end. You hate when he comes back and acts like nothing happened. You hate how defensive he gets when you call him out on it. You hate it.

You open your mouth to reply when you hear your lock code being punched into your door. You sit up on the couch as soon as the door opens, revealing a very tired looking Jeongin.

"Hold on. I'll call you tomorrow, okay? We spoke him up," you look at your best friend through the screen and she shakes her head muttering a quick 'love you, make good decisions' then ending the call. You look over at your boyfriend and he walks towards the couch, immediately crawling in between your legs and placing his head on your chest.

His arms wrap around your waist and you let out a sigh, laying back on the couch so your boyfriend can lay on you. You reach up and run a hand through his hair, getting a whiff of his shampoo.

"I missed you," he mutters against your chest and squeezes you a little tighter. You let out a breathy chuckle.

"And whose fault is that?" you reply quietly, still working your fingers through the tangles in his hair. He stiffens a bit on top of you then turns his head to rest his chin on your chest. You lock eyes and feel like you could melt into him.

"I've been busy," he tries to excuse but barely a beat passes before you reply.

"You could've told me," this is usually how these conversations go. You would let him reply at this point but your best friend's words are ringing through your ears, 'you need to put your foot down'. So you take a deep breath and speak again before he gets the chance.

"It's been a week, Jeongin. I haven't gotten a text, a call, a visit, nothing. It has been seven days. You do know you're my boyfriend, right?" you ask and his eyes drop for a second before meeting yours again.

"I said I've been busy," he repeats himself and you shake your head, sitting up and forcing him to sit up as well.

"I said you could've told me. How hard would it be to take 30 seconds from your busy schedule to send me a text and tell me you're busy or you miss or you love me or...anything at all!" you finish the sentence, throwing your hands in the air.

"Why are you being so demanding? You know distance makes the heart grow fonder," he tries to defend himself once again and you scoff. You stand from the couch, moving to the chair to try to create space between the two of you.

"Don't try this bullshit with me, Yang Jeongin. If you don't want to be together anymore then let me know now. Don't disappear on me and claim you need space. We're adults. Act like it," you point an accusatory finger at him and he stands, now towering over your seated figure.

"Why are you trying to force me to break up with you? Do you not want to be together anymore?" he flips the question on you, anger in his voice. You open your mouth to answer but honestly, you don't even know the answer. So you tell him just that.

"Honestly, Innie, I don't even know anymore," you whisper out, looking down at your hands. You're picking at your fingers as silence falls on the room. Then before you know it, Jeongin's knees buckle and he's on his knees in front of you, his face in his hands and his body shaking with the violence of his sobs.

"I-I," he tries to speak but you stop him, dropping to your knees as well and pressing your forehead to his. You let your eyes fall closed as his tears soak your hands. Before you know it, tears are leaving your eyes as well.

"I don't want to break up," he whispers out and your eyes open to find his already trained on yours. You let silence fall between you two for a minute, just looking into each others eyes before you let out a sigh.

"I think you should leave," you finally speak up, breaking the silence.

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I would like to request for husband Chan X wife y/n, where Chan comes home drunk attending an after party and gets all romantic and suggestive with y/n

⭑ “unresistible” ⭑

⭑ bang chan x female reader

⭑ content includes: non-idol bang chan, non-idol reader, mentions of drinking, drunk chan, established relationship (married), oral (f receiving), use of pet names (baby,honey,channie), releasing

⭑ note: let’s just say anon has taste because i had so much fun writing this. i hope you enjoy it!

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you lay in bed staring at the screen of your phone, waiting for a call, a message, a photo but nothing came your way. as you turn to face the empty side of the bed your husband should be laying on, you hear the click of a door and one lock, two locks. his heavy footsteps approach the bedroom.

“hey baby”…

you continue to face the wall, hoping to let him know that you’re bothered by how late he arrived home. he promised he would be back before midnight on a night out with his friends, but it’s well past midnight and you waited patiently for him. the alcohol reeks off his body as he walks to face you and he happens to wear one of your favorite outfits: a black shirt and black trousers that you bought him on your second anniversary. it had the first letter of your name embroidered on the top of the shirt with a delicate, golden thread.

“i’m sorry baby, i just-“ his words trail off, knowing there was no success in making excuses. you glance at his face, feeling a sense of guilt. he has worked hard all week, and only hangs out with his friends on fridays to spend the weekend with you. he also was unresistible, always carrying a romantic and suggestive look in his eyes.

“it’s ok channie, get washed up and we can discuss it tommorow”

he reveals a small smile, and turns to the bathroom, undressing on his way there.

he lets out a long “aaah” as he plops his head on his pillow, hair still wet and straight. you couldn’t resist playing with his dark strands and twisting them with your fingers.

“i missed you baby, i’m sorry for being late” his hands grab yours and he places a kiss on the inside of your palm.

“it’s ok honey, as long as you had fun”

“mm, it was ok. nothing beats the fun i have with you” you both laugh at his remark

“what type of fun? you’ve always made fun of me for being a workaholic”

“ ‘yknow, when we wind down, and i get to have you for the night” he expresses, words slurred and spoken slow. his fingers trace your shoulder blades, and he lowers the sheets to place a kiss on the trails his fingers left. you feel a shudder run through your body and he moves up, to look back into your eyes. he always looked graceful when he’d come back home drunk, face flushed and eyes lustful. you place a peck on his lips and retract your head, only to feel his hand on the back of your neck bringing you back and locking lips with you, intertwining tongues and whispering “i’m sorry” and “i miss you baby” repetitively. you feel his hand moving down to grab at your shorts, grinning as if he doesn’t know what’s going on.

“you really want to do this now channie?”

“mhm, and why not? getting pussy drunk from you is better than any alcohol i can drink” and with that he dives under the sheets, pulling your shorts and underwear down, exposing your cunt to him. he trails kisses from your knees and down to your thighs, bringing them up to his shoulders. he hums in satisfaction before licking your wetness, letting a moan escape your parted mouth. his tongue explores you in all ways, curling inside your folds, rolling circles at your bud and flicking it.

“you’re so good baby”

“h-honey slow down, please” but he wouldn’t listen, rather he uses his fingers to play with your clit as he kisses and sucks your folds, leaving hickeys inside your thighs every so often. you grab at his, now damp, hair as your body prepares to release. your back arches and he pulls you back down, reaching your good spot countless times before you let out a final whimper of relief, your pussy dripping wet. chan let’s your sweet release coat his tongue and he swallows it, moving up to look at your sweaty face. he places a kiss on your forehead before grabbing napkins and helping you clean up.

you cuddle in his warmth, locking lips with him for what felt like hours. almost falling asleep in his arms, you gain consciousness of the situation again, laughing to yourself.

“how do i let you come home late and eat me out?”

“ ‘dunno baby, it seems like you can’t resist me”

you weren’t suprised he knew how your mind works. after all, he was your husband, and yours only.

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kidrauhlschik · 15 days

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Let The World Burn. - I.N. 1

In the end, he managed to forget that a king is nothing without his queen.

Part 2 will be linked in the master list above!

Pairings: Jeongin x Reader (and some love triangles among the way.) enemies to lovers, royalty au!

Warnings: ANGST, implied smut, war, aggression, anxiety, depression, death, please let me know if i miss anything... (this was heavily inspired by the song “Let the world burn” by Chris Grey.

Word Count: 3.5k

You had your destiny planned out for you since before you were born. While your mother, the queen of Eldoria, was still pregnant with you, your father and the king of Rexerum made an alliance among kingdoms.

The queen and King of Rexerum were a powerful duo, leading their lands with vigor and heart, in slight contrast to your parents, who led their kingdom with kindness and a sense of unity. Rexerum was one of the strongest kingdoms of the time, undefeatable and unwavering. An alliance among the two seemed like the best strategic move of the millenium.

So while Prince Yang Jeongin was only a year old, and you were still in the womb, both kingdoms decided to unify, once the King of Rexerum passed, the two infants, once they were of age, were to marry one another and lead both nations to the top of the world.

You had always known of this, at only six years old, you received a letter from you betrothed.

"Hello, I am Jeongin. I am looking forward to a happy future with you." A short and simple letter, yet meaningful to a six year old heart. To you, it was like a fairytale had came to life.

At the age of ten, you received a gift from the prince. A locket with a letter. "Hold on to this locket, and one day you will place a petal from your wedding bouquet inside." You wore that necklace every day after you received it.

At the age of sixteen you finally knew what your future husband looked like. You received a painting that took months to arrive to your homeland. He was very attractive, with fox-like features, sharp eyes, and a cheshire smile. He looked full of life and kind, almost like a dream to your sheltered eyes.

When you turned nineteen, you finally received the final letter. It was from Jeongin, announcing that his father passed away due to an illness. He didn't explain much aside from the fact that his father was bedridden for weeks before he finally succumbed to a sickness that you couldn't quite understand. The last words of the letter being, "See you soon, my love."

Despite the dire circumstances, you couldn't help but feel excitement. A queen of a country and a bride on the same day seemed overwhelming but very exciting to you. The roses that sat in every corner of your room seemed brighter all of the sudden, like it was their own farewell to you.

Being sheltered from the world, due to your parents putting everything on the alliance, you were not allowed to leave the castle unless it was absolutely necessary. Only learning the world through stories and teachings. As much as you mourned you father-in-law-to-be, it meant the start of your new life.

Your mother, in her stunning blue and black dress, bid you farewell in tears, wishing you the best and telling you that if everything goes well, this would be the last time you'd see her, because after your boat sailed, your duties as princess of Eldoria, would be nothing in comparison to your rights as the queen of Rexerum. Her crown shined under the sun, made from pure silver, and decorated by sapphires and diamonds, so intricate and delicate, it made you wonder what the crown you would wear in Rexerum would look like.

Your father told you to be strong, he was never a man of affection, but he held you close and whispered, "Be careful my daughter." Before you left your homeland and parents.

On the sail to Rexerum, you held on to your locket that still sat around your neck. Nervous and anxious, but at least you knew that Jeongin would be waiting for you at the end of the road. You loved him, despite never meeting him, but maybe you were living in a fairytale that you never wanted to reach the end of.

The ship took four days to arrive to Rexerum, the only person that kept you company was your advisor and best friend Lee Felix, who kept your spirits up anytime you felt hopeless or homesick. He was your rock. "You are going to be an amazing queen your highness." Was his go-to phrase, as you rolled your eyes at the term, "your highness." He was your best friend, and you've told him that the formalities could be dropped behind closed doors, but at this point, he was saying such things with no purpose but to get under your skin.

When you finally arrived to the foreign kingdom, a crowd awaited you. The citizens of this new country, welcomed you with open arms, all hoping to catch a glimpse of their queen-to-be.

The man that held his arm out to you at the dock was not your future husband, much to your disappointment. You understood why Jeonjin couldn't be there though. His father had just passed, and now he was preoccupied with the arrangements of the wedding and coronations of the both of you. He is a king afterall now, is what you told yourself.

The horses leading your carriege couldn't be any slower. You were practically shaking with anxiety and excitement to finally fulfill what you were born to do.

However, when you finally arrived to the castle, you were caught off guard. You were raised in a palace full of light, flowers surrounded every wall, your followers would come and go as they pleased in order to meet the royal family, the air was happy and free. You couldn't help but notice the stark differences in your new home, surrounded by soldiers and walls. The castle seemed gloomy and even the servants would keep their head down and wouldn't dare to make eye contact with you.

It caught you off guard when you were lead through the back entrance by soldiers who only addressed you as, "My grace."

They led you to a room on the third floor in the place, the room a bit bigger than your old one at home.

"Your belongings will arrive shortly my grace, please make yourself comfortable and enjoy your stay," The guard still wouldn't make eye-contact with you, which made you slightly uncomfortable because you were raised with the belief that every person in your country is your family. You stand for the people and someone not seeing you as such, is very out of your comfort zone.

A day went by, and you still hadn't met your husband-to-be.

"It feels stuffy in here." Felix said, as he opened the windows of your new bedroom.

"I'm sure this is just a spare room, once I move to Jeongin's room, it'll be better." You said as your new ladies prepared your wedding dress. A white, flowy dress with loose sleeves, and beautiful embroidery awaited you. One of your ladies, Rose, if you remembered correctly, was putting your hair up with a flower shaped clip. She didn't say much, aside from agreences.

"I hope so, because this place feels depressing." Felix looked at your reflection on the mirror as you sighed out loud. "I know, but maybe the prince is preparing something special." Rose's movements halted for a second at your words, you only realized because of the eye contact she made with you through the mirror before focusing on you hair again. She seemed worried or maybe hesitant, but then again, this was a huge shift in the kingdom so it was expected.

That night is when you were to walk down the aisle, yet you couldn't help but adore this new sense of freedom you received. No longer under your parents rule, but under your own. The servants wouldn't say much to you aside from telling you about your itinerary. Lunch with the queen, dressing ceremony, walking down the aisle, consummation, and living the rest of your life with the King.

You woke up the morning of your wedding feeling a sense of wonder, your luncheon dress, sky blue, long, and made from silk, was prepared for the queen, but since your anxiety wouldn't let you rest prior to the lunch, you decided to wonder the garden.

The garden was the only place that reminded you of home. Roses and daisies surrounded the area. Wisteria flowers decorated the fences and walls. The place felt serene and free in comparison to the gray walls that surrounded the palace.

That morning, you took advantage of your new found freedom and asked Felix to accompany you in search for your wedding bouquet.

You roamed around the pond on the west side of the palace, finding red and white flowers to build your wedding bouquet. Felix made you a flower crown, made from peonies and jasmines, as you hopped around the area boasting about your future filled with excitement.

Felix feigned happiness, although he wished that in another world, another life, his status would be higher, or yours lower, so he could maybe, possibly dream of a world that you would see him as more than a friend or advisor. He was happy for you nevertheless.

You were unaware that through a window on the fourth floor of the palace, your future husband was observing you. "Foolish." He whispered under his breath as the arms of his beloved enveloped him from behind in a warm embrace.

"Let her be." Rose said as she graced her lips against his neck, his body craved her warmth and chased her as she pulled away.

"I don't want to. I don't know her. I have never spoken with her. I do not understand why my parents would tie me down to someone that they didn't even know. What if her intentions are misconstructed?" Jeongin turned to Rose, who was merely covered by his robe.

"Innie, you're a king, your ties are more than trust, they are for the good of our country." Rose was always so good to him, so understanding.

"If I am the king, why can I not choose my queen? I would choose you a million times over in a heartbeat my love." He approached her as she sat on the bed.

"You know it's harder than that my love." She leaned back as Jeongin hovered over her, "Can we at least be together one more time before this afternoon?" He asked as his hands roamed her body, his hands traced her waist, her hips, and until they finally landed on her thighs, pulling one of her legs around him, "I just want to feel you again." He whispered into her ear as he pulled the robe back and felt his lover crumble with his every move.

You held you self-made bouquet with pride. You looked beautiful, all in preparation to meet your husband. You stood behind the doors of the coronation room. The ceremony was smaller than you expected, more a formality than anything. In your country, wedding was a celebration, a birth of a new family, a new root in a never ending garden. This was different so far, after being in Rexerum for two days, you began to notice the differences. The lines between royalty and common folk were very clear in your new nation.

Nevertheless, you waited for the priest to announce your arrival.

Once he uttered the words, "And now we welcome the princess of Eldoria and the new queen of Rexerum to our country,-" Guards opened the grand doors, and you began walking down the aisle.

Despite your nervousness, you managed to look in Jeongins direction. He was looking down, almost seeming avoidant.

When you reached the end of the aisle, you tried to offer him a smile, but he was avoiding your gaze with everything he had in him. Once you reached his side, the two of you looked forward as the priest continued the ceremony.

Eventually, he made the two of you turn to each other for the vows, once Jeongin finally made eye contact with you, he couldn’t lie to himself. You were beautiful, your eyes had a light in them that he had only seen once, in the eyes of his lover. A face so innocent, that anything could break the wonder. Your dress was beautifully embroidered to represent your old country, flowers laced the fabric subtly. A flower crown sat on top of your head so delicately, made for you by the hands of someone that knew you so well.

Yet he couldn’t help himself but to look at you with resentment, no emotion behind his brown eyes, his jaw locked and stiff, he was looking down at you and all of the sudden you felt small beneath his gaze.

You are a princess and a queen-to-be, feeling small was something you weren’t used to. Yet, beneath the king of Rexerum, you felt like nothing but a peasant. The man you built in your delusions was not present in your wedding.

"I stand before you, as the king of the great country of Rexerum, bound by duty. I vow to honor this union. May we find harmony in our shared path. I, King Yang Jeongin, take you, YN LN, to be my wife. I offer you my crown, my kingdom, my protection, my name, and my duty. I promise to fulfill the obligations of this union, as dictated by tradition, and to honor our commitment in the eyes of our realm. May our paths intertwine until…” he takes a deep breath, “until the end of our days." After his vows, he slips a ring so shiny that it could blind you, onto the ring finger on your left hand.

After hearing his vows and reading the room, you felt truly out of place. Nervousness seeps into your bones, a feeling you’d never felt before. With a shaky breath, you let your eyes wonder Jeongin's surroundings. You spot his mother, Queen Dowager, standing off to the side, poised and proper as all queens should be.

You try to calm yourself to keep face, but then you spot your advisor, Felix, he looks somber, almost as if he could read your thoughts. He gives you a small nod of encouragement, so you force yourself to collect your thoughts and turn back to your husband-to-be, and put all of your royal training and preparations to utter the next words.

"I, YN LN, humbly accept the honor of becoming your queen. With reverence for the history and the future of our kingdom, I vow to stand by your side in prosperity and adversity. I promise to carry the mantle of royalty with dignity and grace, to support you in your reign, and to cherish our realm and its people. May our union illuminate the shadows and strengthen our bond as we journey through life together, as partners and sovereigns." The shortened version of your vows is all you could muster. Of course this is an arranged marriage, but you thought that he at least cared about you. He was the one that had been writing you letters for so long, you wondered if the same man that stood before you was remotely the same person you imagined at all.

Once you slipped the ring on his finger, the two of you turn back to the priest and get on your knees.

"May the blessings of the divine rest upon this union of hearts and kingdoms. As you, King Jeongin, and you, Queen YN, embark on this journey together, may your love be steadfast and your commitment unwavering. May wisdom guide your decisions, compassion soften your hearts, and unity strengthen your reign. Let peace reign within your palace and prosperity within your lands. May your union be a beacon of hope and inspiration to all. In the presence of all who witness, I pronounce you King and Queen, bound in sacred matrimony. May your days be filled with joy, and may your love endure for all time." As the priest finished his speech, you felt someone take off the flower crown felix had made you and replace it with a weight on the top of your head. A golden crown embellished with rubies and pearls sits on the top of your head, almost the opposite of the silver crown that decorated your mother’s head on the day of your departure.

The guests stand and clapped for their new rulers. Everyone of them bowing as you and Jeongin made your way out of the room. The second you step through the doors, Jeongin leaves your side, walking down the other side of the hallway.

"Hey!" You call out before your mind catches up with you. He halts in his steps and doesn't even bother to turn around to look at you. You're not even sure why you called out to him. It's foolish.

"What's going on? Have I misunderstood this union? Why are you upset?" With that, he turns around, unmoving from his spot.

"I am upset because my life was dictated for me before I could speak. This union is for convenience. Do not think of it as more than that." With those words he continues to walk down the hallway, indifferent, leaving you confused and distraught.

He leaves you with your thoughts, he was a man that you didn't know. Your husband, a man that had a whole life before you, and apparently wasn't willing to share his story. You begin to wonder if those letters you received were written by him in the first place.

When the time for the consummation ceremony came, you were scared and nervous. Being a virgin and unaware made you feel small among all of the things that were belittling you on the same day. You did not feel like a queen. You felt as if the world was shaking beneath you. Too fast and too big, the world is unforgiving, and you are coming to learn that very quick.

The night, began before you could collect your thoughts. After being led back in to your room, you were rushed into taking off your dress for a much simpler attire, just covered by a robe, delicate and embroidered, you were lead to a room that had sheer curtains surrounding it. You knew that there were numerous people surrounding you. A priest, the court, and the royal family were all observing you, alone.

Your nerves were off the roof. You felt uncomfortable, anxious and scared. How could you feel okay, surrounded by strangers observing you? As you let your your skin rise and your body tense up, you heard a sound, a distant door.

Before long, Jeongin came through the door of the open bedroom. You backed away from where you were standing out of caution.

He held his hands out and kept his face serene. "I am sorry about earlier, but this is our duty as rulers." He said as he approached you. You knew better. He meant well, so you allowed his approaches to continue, unmoving.

As he sat face-to-face with you, you began to really see him. Not in a painting, or in a story. You saw the human being you were intended to marry before you were born.

His sharp features seemed much softer up close. His eyes were soft, admiring, and glowing. When he put his hands around your waist, he was careful, almost as if he could break you.

"You are my queen. Only me and you matter at this moment." He said as he softly held your face with his left hand so you couldn't look at the crowd, forcing you to only focus on him.

With his right hand, he pushed the silk of your robe back, holding your waist. He guided your face towards his own, staring into your eyes. This is the Jeongin you always imagined, and he was finally there for you.

He noticed your hesitation and fear by your shaky form. He pulled your body towards him. His warmth felt strange as you had never been close to someone before then. His sharp gaze softened. His cheshire smile became soft and tame. He felt safe, and even though the safety was only fleeting, you held on to it at the moment.

"It's okay." He whispered as the both of you were inches apart.

You took the initiative and moved forward, grazing his lips. He made the final move and locked his lips with yours. The kiss was soft, as if he was aware to be gentle with you. His touches were gentle and careful. He made you feel safe.

He backed you up to the bed, and hovered over you. His hand reached the strap of your nightgown before he paused, "May I?" You managed to nod despite being flustered. He lowered the gown and once you were exposed, he took you in.

He appreciated every part of you and kissed everywhere he could. He made the consummation feel easy. Although you were uncomfortable at first, Jeongin pulled every stop to make sure you were always comfortable and under pleasure.

The experience made you confused.

After being so gentle with you, he had to care for you. Right?

A/N: This was supposed the be larger but I will break it into parts instead. Thank you for reading! I will make a taglist if enough people care lol

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flurrys-creativity · 10 months

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Night dive

Pairing: Han Jisung (Stray Kids) x Fem!Reader; Genre: Fantasy, kinda mermaid/hybrid, SMUT; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: jet lag, walking off alone, being observed, hybrid/mermaid jisung, night diving, nudity, TENTACLES, this is tentacle porn, unprotected sex, double penetration, anal (f receiving), sucking, kinda oral (m receiving), breast and nipple play, multiple orgasms, sense deprivation, crying, overstimulation, mating and breeding, slight impregnation kink, mentions of blue ringed octopi and them being deadly, uncertainty of returning home, reader blacking out; Wordcount: 3.098; Event: Where the Shoreline meets the Sea by the Cult of Dionysus Network

Summary: Avoiding the heat of the day you leave the vacation house during the evening, searching for a secluded spot. Soon enough you realise that spot wasn’t as secluded as you thought. During a night dive you were about to discover all kinds of things.

A/N: First of all, I google street viewed half of Jeju island and it’s fucking beautiful. Second of all, researching blue ringed octopi mating rituals was a wild ride and turned this into the tentacle porn it is... have fun... and please tell me what you think!

The second you stepped out of the plane you knew the weather would be too hot during the day for you. Of course you wanted to have fun during the holiday trip with your friends but there was no way you would survive this heat.

Your group of friends rented a beautiful house on Jeju island for the time being of your stay. You walked into the spacious centre of the house, seeing a kitchen area to your left and further in a large table for all of you to sit at. To your right you saw a living room area with a couch.

There were doors leading away from the centre but you simply walked to the couch with your stuff and plopped down. You heaved a sigh, feeling the heat and jet lag doing their toll on you already. “I’ll pick whatever bed is left”, you murmured and laid down on the couch, closing your eyes within seconds.

You woke up hours later, groggy and disoriented. Yawning heartily, you looked around and noticed none of your friends were in the main space. You stretched on the couch, hearing a few joints crack, and rubbed over your face. “Curse of the couch”, you murmured and stood up.

You lazily wandered around the house, checking in on your friends, who stayed in their rooms, and searching for the last free bed. Once you found it, you got your bags and basically threw them on the mattress.

For today - the arrival day - you hadn’t planned any group activities. Most of you simply wanted to get to the house and then check out the near surroundings or unpack.

You scratched the back of your head, contemplating whether you should unpack your things now - so you wouldn’t have to do it later on - or if you should ask one of your friends to join you on a short tour around the area.

Through the open window of your room you heard the ocean waves crashing against the shoreline and you knew immediately the decision was made.

As if the water called for you, you wandered outside - completely forgetting to ask one of your friends to join you. A fresh breeze encompassed your body, filling your senses with the salty air.

You knew a little further away from the house was an actual sand beach, which was quite rare on Jeju since the volcanic based island had more rocky shores than sandy beaches.

Despite the sun setting already, you assumed quite the traffic down at the beach and somehow you felt like avoiding civilization at the moment. Therefore you walked around the house, searching for a direct path towards the ocean. Between some bushes you discovered an opening and after one last look over your shoulder, you followed the path.

It didn’t take long until you arrived at the rocky shore. You inhaled a deep breath, closing your eyes shortly and taking in your surroundings with your senses. Thanks to the setting sun it wasn’t as hot anymore and with the fresh breeze it even felt slightly cool on your skin. Small droplets of salt water landed on your body and you opened your eyes again.

The last sun rays glistened on the surface of the ocean, hiding the reefs underneath it. You knew that just a few metres into the water was enough for the depth to drop massively. The rocks and carved in holes were perfect conditions for the most colourful reefs and a wonderful home for dozens of sea creatures.

You noticed a large, flat rock close to the border of the water. Using the remaining sunlight you jumped and climbed towards it, making sure you wouldn’t fall down and hurt yourself. With a soft sigh you landed on the rock and turned around your own axis.

The place appeared to be quite secluded and with a small smile on your lips you sat down on the rock. You leaned back on your hands and closed your eyes again, feeling how your whole body and mind started to relax.

You never imagined a rock being that comfortable but you were able to stay there for hours on end.

A splash in the water caught your attention and you sat up straight again. You slowly turned your head and looked around, scanning the surface of the ocean. You could feel the eyes of someone on your form but you struggled locating where it came from.

You caught a movement from the corner of your eye and your head immediately snapped into that direction.

A head broke through the ocean surface, droplets of water running down the dark blue hair. Ever so slowly the person turned around and bright blue eyes caught yours. With one hand he brushed his wet hair out of his face and moved closer to the rocky shore, half hiding behind some rocks.

You crossed your legs and tilted your head, curious as to where the young man came from. Hesitantly you raised one hand and waved it gently as a greeting.

He stared at your hand and then looked down at his own, slowly raising it.

You smiled and turned on the rock to face him properly but that sudden movement seemed to scare him. His eyes widened and you thought even the colour of his hair brightened before he dove back down again.

“No”, you called out, raising one hand as if you wanted to pull him back. You bit on your lower lip and dropped your hand again, eyes wandering over the area he vanished at.

You stayed a moment longer, hoping he would come back but after a while you realised it wouldn’t happen again. With a defeated sigh you pushed yourself up and climbed back over the rocks. Once again you looked over your shoulder, silently praying to see him again, before you walked back through the bushes and towards the house.

You still couldn’t wrap your mind around the meeting you had and laid awake in your bed through half of the night - which might come from your extended nap earlier too. You also weren’t sure if you should bring it up with your friends or keep it to yourself.

The following days - after the activities with your friends - you returned to the rock during the early evening. You stayed in the same position for hours and silently waited. Even though you couldn’t be sure he would actually come back.

You sighed and removed your shoes, scooting to the edge of the rock and dipping your feet into the cool water. It has been three days already and you slowly lost your hope of meeting him again. You leaned back on your hands and closed your eyes.

The cool water caressed your feet and calves while the sea breeze played around your upper form. Your mind drifted into daydreaming as your body started to relax again.

When you heard a splash again you thought it was part of your imagination. Even the soft touches along your leg felt like they were part of your mind games.

“Your skin is… soft”, a gentle voice disrupted your thoughts.

You flinched and opened your eyes again, noticing the same blue mop of hair floating over the water level.

He had some distance between the both of you once more, eyeing you warily. The sudden movement had him on edge, brightening his blue hair.

You blinked several times in fascination, staring at the almost pulsating colour. You’ve never seen something like this before and it dawned on you - something you should have assumed earlier on - that he wasn’t really human.

He slowly came closer again, the iridescent blue toning down once more. He eyed you intently, seeming just as curious as you.

You introduced yourself and hesitantly waved with your hand again, smiling when his eyes landed on your hand like the last time.

“Jisung.”

You repeated his name, liking the way it felt when you said it. “Do you live around here?” You let your gaze wander around the area, struggling to make out any details with the sun having vanished behind the horizon.

“Sort of.” Jisung swam closer and placed his hands on the rock next to you. “I could show you.” He looked at you almost nervously, his eyes darting towards the open ocean.

You slowly scooted closer to the edge of the rock. The curiosity got the best of you and you let your gaze wander down his body.

Despite the increasing darkness you easily saw his naked upper body but instead of legs you discovered tentacles. The warm yellow-brownish colour was littered with blue rings and dark spots.

Jisung dipped deeper into the water, suddenly feeling conscious about his form. He never approached a human before but his species was incredibly rare, making him lonely. When he noticed you didn’t react negatively to his form but had a spark in your eyes, he became more confident.

You bit on your lower lip when Jisung caressed your leg with one of his tentacles, letting it slither along your calf and further up towards your bare thigh. The suction cups of his tentacle gently sucked on your skin, teasing you even more.

“I’d like to see your home, yeah”, you breathed out, a shiver running through your whole body.

“It’s underwater though.” Jisung caught your eyes for a moment before he let his gaze wander over your clothes.

You nodded and started unbuttoning your top as if in trance. Your subconscious questioned you whether you should feel embarrassed about undressing in front of a stranger but something about him made you ignore that fact.

With a few movements you had undressed completely, placing all your clothes next to your shoes. You pressed your lips together and carefully slid into water, inhaling sharply when the cool liquid surrounded you.

“Take a deep breath”, Jisung instructed you, grabbing your hand and pulling you further out to the open ocean.

Once again you nodded and inhaled deeply, letting yourself be pulled underwater by Jisung. At first you had your eyes pressed shut, the dark engulfing you completely. A small tug from Jisung made you open your eyes.

Even though you two were under water during the night you could perfectly see Jisung and his broad smile. He brushed over more anemones, which suddenly illuminated the darkness.

You looked around in wonder, nearly gasping in awe if it weren’t for the fact you were under water and had to hold your breath. Dozens of colours shone brightly around you, showing you the wonderful reef surrounding you two.

Jisung pulled you further along the reef, brushing over anemones on his way to keep your path lighted. Every now and then he looked over his shoulder to check on you, smiling softly whenever he caught your eyes.

You watched him closely, even forgetting about your surroundings. His tentacles spread and closed over and over again to push himself forward, moving him through the water like it was nothing.

Jisung stopped in front of a carved stone, which was covered with anemones and corals. The shell of an incredibly large clam leaned against the stone wall. Jisung moved it aside and showed you his little home. It wasn’t much but thanks to the shell he had a safe space to live in.

You swam closer to the wall and shell, brushing over the surface with your fingertips. You never imagined it to be that smooth. A smile played over your lips as you turned towards Jisung.

He came closer to you as well, looking at you intently. His tentacle caressed your bare skin, lighting up your desire. Your lungs burned for air, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to tell Jisung to stop. You wanted him to continue, wanted to feel his touch and the suction of his tentacles on your skin.

Thankfully Jisung remembered your need for air and swam back to the surface of the ocean. As you broke through the water, Jisung’s hands on your hips pushing you even further into the air, you inhaled greedily the oxygen.

You automatically placed your hands on his shoulders when he lowered your form back into the water. Only everything from your shoulders upwards stayed above the surface level.

“You good?”

Even though you still greedily gasped for air you nodded at him. Your hands drew lines on his skin and once your breathing finally calmed down, you were able to focus more on Jisung again. You brushed his dark blue hair out of his face, transfixed with his eyes on you.

Jisung’s hold on your hips tightened and he pulled you closer against himself. His tentacles, those he didn’t need to keep both of you afloat, started caressing your skin again.

With the star- and moonlight you could see his blown out pupils, noticing he was just as aroused as yourself. A moan escaped your lips when you felt one of his tentacles slither closer to your core.

Jisung breathed heavily, wrapping one of his tentacles around your ankle. He had been watching you every night you came to the shore, had been observing your every movement and he realised quickly he wanted to mate with you.

His tentacles slithered along your body, sucking on your skin and teasing you in the process. Two of them moved up to your breasts, wrapping themselves around your tits with the cups sucking to your skin. The tips of his tentacles circled around your nipples, making you squirm in pleasure.

Jisung used another tentacle to wrap it around your hip, having now his hands free to cup your face and pull you in for a kiss.

The tentacle around your ankle moved to your thighs, rubbing itself between them. You instinctively pushed your legs together, crying out in pleasure, but obstructing Jisung’s way to handle you.

He snarled and hurriedly swam towards a stone formation, pressing you against it. Jisung used one hand to hold both of you afloat, having now the ability to use all his tentacles on your body - especially the one to pump you full with his sperm packets.

Jisung kept his tentacles on your tits and around your waist, using two more now to spread your legs apart. Another tentacle made its way around your throat, poking its tip at the corner of your mouth as well.

You shivered, feeling the suction cups around your throat. Without hesitation you opened your mouth, letting the tip of his tentacle enter your wet cavern. You moaned around the appendage, sucking it and wrapping your tongue around it.

Jisung’s breath became irregular, watching you and your reactions to his tentacles. His desire grew exponentially while he stayed close to you. He pressed his special tentacle against your core, rubbing the side with the suction cups over your folds. As he found your clit and made you squirm even harder under his touch, it took all of his composure to not simply pound into you.

You gasped for air when Jisung placed his free hand over your eyes, obstructing your vision now and heightening all your other senses in the process. Another yelp made its way out of your mouth once you felt his last tentacle play around your asshole.

Gosh, you wanted him to fill you in every possible way and even though the feeling was foreign, you couldn’t get enough of it. Whimpers and moans fell from your lips while simultaneously saliva dripped out of your mouth. Parts of it even ran along the tentacle Jisung still had in your mouth.

Jisung couldn’t wait any longer. He already pushed most of his tentacles into your holes - except for the one he needed for mating. The tentacle caressed your mound and spread your lower lips, dipping into your core ever so slightly.

“I’m gonna pump you full of my seed. You’re mine. My mate. And you’re gonna carry my babies!” Jisung growled and finally pushed his last tentacle into you, making you gargle around the one in your mouth. He pumped into you over and over again, pushing the tentacle as far into you as possible. Jisung did the same with the other tentacles inside of you, varying in speed and depth.

Within seconds he brought you over the edge. You screamed around the tentacle, feeling all your muscles tense and relaxed repeatedly. Even after your high, when sensitivity started to hit you, Jisung didn’t stop thrusting into you.

He groaned and grunted, the hand holding onto the rock cramping up and knuckles turning white. His blue hair started to glow brightly - same with his eyes and the rings on his octopus half. Jisung knew he was close to transferring the first sperm packet into you.

You could feel Jisung tense up and something different than the tentacle being released into you. You squirmed even more in front of him, feeling another orgasm building inside of you. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as your whole body spasmed yet again. The tears rolled down your cheeks once you noticed Jisung still wasn’t slowing down at all.

You barely knew anything about blue ringed octopus - even less about the hybrid form. You only knew about their deadly bite but nothing about their mating process. Yet, you had a feeling it would be a long one.

You gargled around his tentacle, crying from the oversensitivity when yet another orgasm hit you.

Jisung spilled packet after packet into you, becoming addicted to the feeling your body gave him. Your warmth, the softness of your breasts, the tightness of all your holes - everything about you made him want to have more and more of you.

By now it felt as if your insides got rearranged with the ongoing onslaught on both your holes and you could do nothing about it. You felt like a sexdoll in his hold - only there to bring him the most pleasure. It definitely was the case if you went by his aroused grunts but your own pleasure got tenfolded with every passing second. Even up to the point you were sure you’d pass out.

In your lust filled thoughts you momentarily thought back to your friends and your vacation. A small part of you wondered whether you’d ever return to them. Or maybe Jisung would keep you by his side, keep you to have sex with you as often as he could and as long as he could.

Another orgasm washed over you. And with it your consciousness, letting you black out from the overwhelming pleasure you received.

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blossomwritesthings · 1 year

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𝐢'𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

pairing: jisung x fem!reader (afab)

genre: sick!fic. idol!jisung. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. this one has got the angst. jisung isn't taking care of himself properly :(. reader is worried and takes it upon herself to take care of the precious dumpling. mentions of jisung spiraling/having a mental breakdown. mentions of panic attacks, anxiety, weight loss, and insomnia. pet names (affectionately). some toothe-rotting fluff and humor.

word count: 2.6k

summary: after a bout of not seeing your boyfriend jisung, you take it upon yourself to visit him one night in the studio. but what you find when you get there is the opposite of a happy sight.

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It had been such a long time since you had visited your boyfriend Jisung at his studio. Usually, the two of you would spend time with each other whence he got home from his schedules - after the two of you had worked long and hard days. The two of you liked to spend your time together by playing various video games, binging your favourite animes, and catching up on the latest comics released by your loved authors.

But lately, it felt like you hadn’t seen Jisung in such a long time - even if it had only been a week. Since Stray Kids had started working on their upcoming comeback, your boyfriend spent most of his time at the company or in the studio. So that little space for you guys to catch up with each other at the end of the day was suddenly gone because of his new schedule.

And you wanted to change that.

So on that random Thursday night, you decided to surprise Jisung with a visit to his studio. And of course, you brought a large offering of food with you - which included all kinds of takeout like pizza, fried chicken, and more.

You arrived later at the company building than you wanted to - around ten at night - since you didn’t expect to wait so long for the food to arrive at your nearby apartment.

Nevertheless, as you stepped through the front doors of the company, you noticed how utterly silent it was. After all, the staff were done for the day and the only people that remained were the trainees and idols who always worked late into the night on various projects.

You shifted down the dark hallways silently, like a ghost. And when you finally neared the door that lead to Jisung’s studio, a huge smile spread across your lips. Because finally, you were getting to see him again. Even if it was only for a little while, an hour spent with your boyfriend would be the highlight of your entire day.

So you filed through the door slowly, trying to lighten your footsteps to surprise Jisung. The beat he was working on flowed around the room, the bass vibrating in the nearby speakers. The dim led-lights cast a pale blue room against the walls, calming a restless part inside of you. He was seated at his large desk, completely focused on the two monitors in front of him. Your boyfriend had his headphones on, his head bobbing along to the music, which left you with the perfect opportunity to sneak up on him.

Placing the bags of takeout down on the nearby coffee table that was placed just in front of the large leather sofa in the room, you crept up behind him. Reaching out, one of your hands grabbed onto his shoulder.

Immediately upon contact, Jisung let out a loud shriek. And within a single beat, he was ripping off his headphones and twisting around in his chair, sandy-blonde hair messy and eyes wild in fright.

But then, as soon as his gaze landed on you, relief washed over his face in the form of a pleased smile. “Baby-” He said in a light tone, swiveling his chair around and facing you completely.

“Uhm- hi,” you began, twisting your hands together in front of you in sudden nervousness. You didn’t know why you were suddenly tongue-tied around him. The two of you had been dating for what felt like years - and you usually didn’t react in such a way when he used the pet name 'baby' on you. But perhaps, it was because it had been so long since you visited him in his studio - since you had entered his sacred space and breathed the same air as him as he composed his music. Nevertheless, you mimicked his smile, before motioning with your head to the nearby table that was laden with food. “I brought dinner.”

At that, his smile dropped just a little bit. “Oh… thanks, baby. I’ll eat it when I can, yeah?” His focus darted to the plastic bags for just a moment, before they landed back on you. A tiny smirk spread across his lips then, as he said in a playful voice, “Quit standing over there and c’mere, I wanna get a taste of your beautiful lips.”

A furious blush bloomed across your cheeks as you slowly stepped into his space. Jisung wrung his arms around your waist, helping you to sit down on his lap. In an instant, he captured your mouth in a passionate, almost desperate kiss. He must’ve been feeling the effects of your absence too.

“Ji- wait,” you started, drawing away from his kisses to take a few quick breaths. Your heart was beating wildly against your ribcage, as you noticed the way that his dark, chestnut-brown eyes filled with so much love as he looked on at you in bated silence. “I don’t want the food to get cold. Let’s eat…” But then, your voice trailed off as you began to notice the slight changes in his features since the last time that you had been him.

Because you were sitting so close to him on his lap, you had a clearer view of his face - and how his cheeks looked a little more deflated than usual, how dark circles hung underneath his eyes, and his hair was so disheveled to the point that it looked like it hadn’t been washed in a few days.

“Babe- are you okay?” You suddenly asked, palm coming up between the two of you and pressing gently against his cheek. It was slightly cool to the touch, something very unlike him - since you always joked that he was your furnace. “When’s the last time you ate something?”

Your gaze locked with your boyfriend’s then, as he stayed silent. The quietness stretched between you, dancing around the room and only heightening your concern.

Because oh-

Oh, holy fuck-

He was doing it again.

He was letting himself slip… just like in the past, when the boys had been so incredibly busy with their schedules.

At first, it just started as little warning signs…

Less of an appetite,

More fatigue,

Restless nights of sleep.

But then,

Then- the symptoms would always get worse.

They usually always resulted in a heightened sense of anxiety and stress and heartache.

Or worse, panic attacks.

You had seen him fall off the cliffside only two times before when his schedule had been swamped with activities. And the last time it had happened - which was well over a year before - you had promised yourself that you’d never let it happen again.

That late, stormy night, the two of you had been sprawled out atop your plush mattress, surrounded by the four walls of your bedroom that were dim with shadows. And you had held a weak and thin and weeping Jisung in your arms in a tight embrace, as you vowed to his shaking form that you’d never allow him to fall so deep into the hole of darkness.

Never again.

So, pressing both of your palms to his cheeks, you forced him to look you straight in the eyes. He was a horrible liar. Jisung could never deny you when you stared deep into his eyes, so that’s exactly what you did.

“Now look at me and tell me that you’ve eaten something today, baby.” The words came out a little strangled at the end, and the sharp intake of breath that fell from Jisung’s lips was all you needed to know at that moment.

Immediately, you felt your lips quiver in a sob, as you fully leaned into him. Wrapping both arms around his waist in a tight grip, you buried your face into his warm neck, struggling to breathe as worried thoughts began to race through your mind.

“It hasn’t been that long, I swear-” He finally said, his soft voice taking a sharp blade to the tension that hung between the two of you. You felt his fingers grasp at your sides, digging into the fabric of your thick, oversized hoodie. “Just… it’s been so hectic around here that I haven’t found the time to-”

At that, you frantically pushed away from him, “There’s never an excuse, baby. Never. I don’t care how busy you are- you need to eat. You need to sleep… even if it’s just a few hours a night. You need to take care of yourself, because-” Your words cut off then, as the lump in your throat solidified and the tears began to flow from the corners of your eyes, heating your flushed cheeks.

“Because what, baby girl?” He questioned, his eyes softening exponentially at the sight of your tears. He reached forward, tucking a strand of your hair behind one of your ears before he brushed a few of your tears away with a gentle thumb.

“Because… I can’t lose you, Ji. I- I-” The breath caught in your throat then, as all of the fears of what could happen raced through your mind then. Of what could’ve happened if you hadn’t caught it in time. If you hadn’t visited him that night and hadn’t seen him up close. “I’m sorry… for visiting you so late, I-I should’ve been here, and I wasn’t.”

Jisung silenced you with a kiss, delicately pressing his forehead against yours, the scent of him - of freshly cleaned linen and sweet chamomile tea - danced around you. It reminded you of how familiar he felt, how sweet and kind and beautiful he was. And how you never, ever wanted to let him go.

“Please don’t apologize, sweetheart,” he began in a low, gruff voice, his words slightly strained in emotion. “I should be the one apologizing. I told you last time that I’d never let it get this far, yet here I am…”

You cracked your eyes open to the sight of his furrowed brows and saw the weary light that filled his gaze at that exact moment. “No- no it’s okay, Ji. You don’t have to say sorry, I understand you.” You flattened both hands against his chest, slowly pressing against the muscle there. “Just… just let me take care of you, yeah? Let me help you gain strength again.”

A tiny grin cracked across his mouth at your words, and he canted his head to one side, focus landing on the table just behind you, which was full of the food that you had brought with you. “If helping me gain my strength back includes devouring that food over there, I’m all for it.” He said in a mischievously-dark tone.

You rose an eyebrow his way, “It also includes you promising me that you’ll get a minimum of four hours of sleep every night... at least until you're done with promotions for this comeback.”

He let out a loud groan, pressing his head against the back of his chair in apparent agony. “Four hours? Babe- you’re killing me here.” He whined, screwing his eyes shut and frowning in displeasure.

“Well, it’s either that or- six hours.”

Jisung flashed you a glare, but it wasn’t menacing in the least bit. Instead, it only made you giggle in delight at the sight of it. Because suddenly, you realized that upon first entering his studio and seeing him, he had been acting… different.

More exhausted than usual,

And even... weary.

But soon after having cracked him open, and discovering his struggles with facing another downward spiral, your boyfriend immediately brightened.

Like, just the sight of you had helped relieve some of the pain.

Even if the circles were still dark under his eyes and even if his cheekbones were a little gaunt, at least he was starting to come back to his usual, bright self.

“Well now, four hours doesn’t seem too unreasonable…” Jisung started, running a hand through his hair and chuckling faintly.

You stood up from his lap then, nearing the table that was full of food and taking a seat on the sofa. “Good. Now c’mere, I’m starving.” You patted the space beside you, offering your boyfriend a warm smile.

“I haven’t eaten since… I can’t even remember when. I think it was last night’s dinner with the guys.” Jisung confessed as he took the seat beside you, already prying open one of the bags. His entire face lit up at the sight of the glistening, still-hot fried chicken. He turned to you then, a goofy kind of smile adorning his face. “Oh- what am I ever going to do with you? You’re just too perfect for me!”

Without any warning, Jisung was pulling you into a tight hug, peppering kiss after kiss across your entire face. You tried to protest against his affection - but in all actuality, you secretly adored it. Adored his attention and love. And of course, he knew this. So it wasn’t until you finally managed to throw him off of you that he stopped and leveled you with a mirthful smirk.

“Yeah, okay- I get it, you love me.” You playfully rolled your eyes at him, inclining over the table and grabbing a saucy drumstick for yourself.

The silence lapsed between the two of you for a few beats, as you focused on the meal. When suddenly, Jisung was speaking again, but in a much quieter voice than before.

“Thank you, baby.”

You turned to him, brows slightly furrowing in question as you chewed on a slice of cheese pizza.

“I mean… you didn’t have to do any of this,” he looked around the table that was full of steaming hot takeout. “Yet, you still did. You visited me at my studio to surprise me, but I think you might’ve saved me in the process too.”

You reached over then, brushing a few of your fingers against his cheek. He leaned into the touch, holding your hand close to his skin. “That’s what I’m here for, babe… to make you feel better. And I’ll always be here, no matter what. So every time you start to feel shitty, just call me, and I’ll be here in a heartbeat.”

Jisung turned his face then, pressing a few delicate kisses against your fingertips. “And I hope you know that I’ll do the same for you, princess. Always. Whenever you need me, I’m here.”

Smiling, you tilted in once more to press a kiss against his lips. And in a split second, he was kissing you back. More fervently this time, and when the two of you pulled apart to catch your breaths, you felt the flush from before start to brighten your cheeks again.

“Holy fuck- I’m never getting enough of you,” was all that you heard your boyfriend say before he was tipping back into you to push his perfect, rosebud-like mouth against yours.

After a few beats of silence that were only filled with your kisses, you slanted away from your boyfriend and glared his way, “Okay, okay- but you better stop now mister, before I truly get angry.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at you, a devilish smirk widening the corners of his mouth. “Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do if I don’t stop?”

You hit his shoulder with a light fist, “I”m gonna eat all of this food myself, and leave none for you.”

Jisung’s impish grin dropped instantly at your words, and suddenly, he was diving headfirst into the food once more. As he stuffed his face full of pizza and chicken wings, cheeks puffing up like a cute little chipmunk, you could only chuckle softly and stare back at him in loving adoration.

Because no matter what he went through - you were always going to be by his side.

And it came in handy that he was a horrible liar, because at least he could never hide anything from you.

So matter what, no matter the hurdles that he would face in his life, you would always be right alongside him, helping him overcome them all. And you knew that he’d continually do the same thing for you in return.

Fin.

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Nerdy is the New Sexy

A Han Jisung Fanfic

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A/N: If anyone gets the title reference, know that I love you.

WC: 1.08k words

Genre: Fluff

Characters: University Student Han Jisung X Gn reader

Triggers/Warnings: Idiots in love, mutual, oblivious pining (I don't like this but here we are)

“Your/Name. Go to sleep.” Jisung says from his room, rubbing his eyes.

You startle at the sudden noise, only to realize it's your roommate, staying up because of the harsh light coming from your room.

“Sorry,” you say, “I’ll just be up for a few more minutes.” “What’s so important you’re staying up for it?”

He comes into your room to peer into your laptop screen. Your breathing quickens at the proximity. He squints for a moment and then he looks at you dead in the eyes.

“Why the hell are you researching Popular dishes of the Medieval Period?” “You never know. I might need it” you weakly defend, though you were just insatiably curious. “God, you’re such a nerd.” He says fondly.

You almost forget how to breathe. Both, from the words coming and the person speaking them.

“I’m not a nerd,” you reply, your tone soft, but firm.

“I’m not a nerd because nerds genuinely spend their time learning new things, things that make them appreciate the world more. Something that justifies as well as glorifies their existence on this planet. It's like giving back because you have a chance to live a life. I'm not a nerd because I sometimes procrastinate and end up hurriedly finishing the essay in two hours instead of the four I'd originally kept apart for it.” You ramble in one breath.

Han watches you, soft eyes taking in your every breath and relishing in the words you speak. He didn’t know it was possible to love someone so much, without even touching them. For him, you were the human embodiment of love and he didn’t like it when you discredited yourself, even for the smallest of things.

“But you write as good of an essay you do in two as well as you do one in four.” He says firmly.

“That’s true,” you muse, “Work expands to fill the Time allocated to it, I guess.” He gives you a self-satisfied look that says ‘See? I told you so.’

“You’re a nerd,” he says in finality. ”Don't even start about how you're not qualified to be one. You're the biggest nerd I know. You're a writer, you make everything sound enjoyable, you're kind, and you have such thoughts about nerds. You're the epitome of a nerd if I ever saw one. So don't worry your little head and come back to sleep. I don't want to drag you to class tomorrow and hear your whining.” He ends his speech with a tired expression as if recounting all the times he dragged your whiny self to classes held at ungodly hours of the morning.

Your heart lurched and backflipped in your chest. God, this was embarrassing, even if you were the only one who witnessed your lovesickness.

He was basically confessing to you, in terms of, hot romance novel terms. But he wasn't the male lead of a romcom and you weren't the protagonist. He was your roommate and you were his friend he was forced to get acquainted with because of your living situation, nothing more.

You don’t want to have fantasies that will end up being just that, fantasies.

So you don’t think about how nice his smile is, or how his arms have been bulging out from his sleeveless shirts recently and how utterly easy it is to love him.

You decide you'll just keep this safely tucked into your mind, where nothing can reach it. You vow to yourself you'll keep it safe for when you second guess whether you really want to keep loving him, when you second guess if you need to keep writing, or when you feel like giving up on yourself. You're nothing if not a writer of your words.

‘What a lame excuse of a pun.’ You tell yourself. But then with the look he's giving you, you realise you haven't given him a response to his words, yet. And you sheepishly smile as he shakes his head, knowing you got caught up in your head again.

“Thank you,” you tell him. You want to tell him of your gratitude in great detail, in a much more deserving way, but words have deserted your mind now and these will have to do.

He smiles, “You act like it isn't true. It is. Now hurry up and get to bed.” He pats your bed and falls into the mass of pillows you’ve kept there. You giggle at his action. That was another thing. You were always smiling around him. He made it so easy.

"Talk dirty to me, why don't you?" you say, playfully wiggling your eyebrows and he throws a chocolate wrapper around you. You frown at that.

“That was my bookmark, you dweeb.”

“So?” he questions as though it means nothing.

“Find another one” he says nonchalantly and you want to throw a brick at his stupidly beautiful face.

“I can’t. Ugh. What do you know about the struggles of a bookworm?”

He rolls his eyes at your theatrics. Even as he makes a note to carry some chocolates for you tomorrow, so you can have enough bookmarks.

“I’ll get you your favourite drink if you come to bed right now,” he says, attentive eyes waiting for your reaction.

For one moment, when he says that, you pretend he's your boyfriend who’s really in love with you. You know you shouldn’t do it but all the fics on your phone say otherwise. So, you pretend he's beckoning you to come sleep next to him, waiting to pull your face under his chin and rest his head on yours. It feels heavenly, the feeling. You wouldn't ever refuse to go to bed if it were real. So you don't refuse now. You turn off your computer and your desk lamp, take off your glasses and dive headfirst into your bed, and it’s his turn to giggle at your antics. You won’t refuse him anything even if he’s not yours. The power he had over you, you didn’t ever want him to know.

He tucks you in like a baby, and whispers “Sleep well, you nerd”, and then he’s off to his own room. You merely smile and snuggle in, and you’re out like a light moments after.

Only when the door is firmly shut, does he kick his feet in the air, having a full-on meltdown after being so near to you. Was this his punishment for writing songs with unrequited love? He groaned. It was so unfair.

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