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milkteabinniechan · 2 months

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｡⁠*⁠♡.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡Desperate - Han Jisung

pairing: Han Jisung x afab reader , enemies to lovers

warnings: smoking, unprotected sex, angst, smut

ko-fi if you like what I do 💕 comments and reblogs are always appreciated

"what are you doing here?"

Han's expression was bored and impatient. He asked you a question, but he was looking around the room like he could not care less what your answer was.

Your parents had been neighbors and close friends with Han's parents since the two of you were small. And because of this you two were forced to become close friends as well. Only you didn't like him and he didn't like you. It had always been that way.

Now you were both graduating college. Albeit your university was slightly more prestigious than his, and he knew it. And although you would never admit it, it brought you the smallest incline of joy whenever you one-uped him at something. The party tonight was for Han, though. His parents had put all of this together, with all of their friends and colleagues, to brag about their latest accomplishment: Han Jisung.

You watched as Han's eyes scanned the crowded room. You didn't recognize anyone here, and you had a feeling it was the same for him. You wanted to ask him if he was okay. But your brain could already predict the snyde remark that would follow. Instead you said,

"This is lame. You want to get out of here?"

Han looked at you, his brow furrowed. His mouth agape.

"I can't just leave my own party, genius." He rolled his eyes and huffed. You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards you. growing up together, you knew each other's houses like the back of your hand. You made a b-line through the crowd toward the stairs.

Han must've understood your plan because he pushed his way ahead and lead you to his room. Warm evening light bathed the white walls and fresh linen draped the bed. Han was clean. He was organized. When you were children, you used to tease him about never being able to make a mess.

Han sighed and pressed his back against the closed door. He hung his head low in exhaustion. You made yourself comfortable on his bed, leisurely resting back on your elbows, letting your head fall back towards the ceiling. Silence dangled in the air between you for a moment. Finally you raised your head up.

"I got you a graduation present, loser." You said with a smirk. The insult now becoming a playful nickname. Han lifted himself from the door frame. His curiosity peaked. He sauntered to the bed next to you, plopping down obnoxiously, making you bounce in response.

"Well...?" Han lingered toward you. You reach in your purse and pull out a joint. Slightly bent. You were starting to second guess your storage methods. You turn and face Han, joint on display between your thumb and first finger.

You had smoked with Han before. Mostly to get back at your parents. The both of you being forced to "hang out" while they drink and mingled downstairs. The two of you barely coughed anymore. It was a time the two of you could float somewhere else, just for a little while.

You let your eyes roll back, your back sinking into the mattress. Your skin kissing the perfectly soft fabric of his bed sheets. Han fell next to you, the two of you staring at the off-white ceiling.

"You smell good." Han spoke in a low voice.

"I smell like weed." You snapped back.

"Sorry, forget it..." Han's voice began to trail off.

You rolled over to face him. His eyes were glossy, his pupils dilated. So large and dark. Like if you looked long enough, you could see the whole universe in those eyes. You moved close to his face. Han's eyes were watching your mouth. You craned your neck back and pressed your lips into his. Something got filled your insides, touched your core.

His lips were so soft. So soft. You let your tongue snake into his mouth and pry it open wider. He let out a small whimper as he placed a hand on the nape of your neck. You grabbed at his shirt, willing him to set down on top of you. He followed suit and quickly made his way on top, his hips already grinding and rutting into you.

You let him grind as you began to unbuckle his belt unbutton his slacks. He was already so hard. The thought of his so desperate to touch you was making you throb. You placed both your hands on his backside as you push his hips further into you.

"Please..." He whispers into your neck. You grab one of his hands and lead him down your body to your panties, dampening by the second. Han groaned at the feeling of your tight cunt slipping between his fingers. You bite your lip, remembering the large party downstairs. Groups of your parents friends, while you let your childhood friend stretch your hole.

Han slipped inside you slowly. His tip lingering at your entrance, holding his cock there with one hand, while he watched your face. A moment of hesitation, maybe. He had never admitted it, but you knew him better than anyone. What if he went too far? What if he came undone? What if he couldn't be out back together again?

Your cunt swallowed his tip and pulled him in. Your warm, tight walls hugging his cock fully and completely. His thrusts were wild and yearning. You held his face in your head while he pushed and pressed himself into you. The bed began to squeak and creak as you hooks your legs around his waist.

Han lovingly rubbed his thumb against your swollen clit. The bundle of nerves full and prodding out, begging for attention, pleading for release. The sloshing of your cunt was making a mess in Han's bed sheets. He watched as you dropped and splashed onto his white, clean linen.

"I guess you can make a mess." You smirked.

#stray kids #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz angst #skz au #stray kids jisung #stray kids x you #skz x reader #skz fluff #skz x you #stray kids han #han jisung #jisung x reader #skz jisung #skz imagines #skz #stray kids x reader #skz x y/n #enemies to lovers

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jenosbliss · 4 months

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hii there!! can i req different tropes with the dreamies please?

🩶⌇ nct dream ! as different love tropes

pairing. gn!reader x nctdream | genre. fluff, crack | wc. 1.5k | warnings. none

a/n. happy new year guys!! went a little personal on Jaemin's one, also if you want a bigger fic for any of the members with these tropes pls let me know 💖

MARK. childhood friends to lovers

Mark was the constant in your life just as you were in his. He was the one to pull you in when you experienced your first heartbreak or needed a shoulder to weep on, to rely on, to seek warmth and comfort in. He was the one to cheer you on for exams, to celebrate your achievements and your first relationship. He had been there all along. Hence, when he unexpectedly blurted out, "Do you think we would make a good couple?" while snuggling inside the cover with you one quiet night. You weren't too shocked by it because, in all honesty, you both knew—hell, everyone knew—that you loved one another more than simply as friends. In fact, your friends called you both ‘goners.’ “Is this your subtle way of asking me out?” he giggled trying to hide his oh not so obvious blush. “I mean like you know what I mean c’mon dude… will you be my girlfriend?” "Have I ever said no to you?" you drew nearer to him beneath the cover. “Sure.”

RENJUN. secret admirer

It started recently when small notes began to appear inside your locker and on your desk. At first you ignored them thinking it was some sort of a sick prank because who in their right mind will secretly admire you? Well, Renjun does, and ever since the day he saw you having your own little concert in the classroom after everyone had left, he has never been as certain about someone as he was about you. At first he left notes on a weekly basis afraid you might not like them but when he saw you smiling and saving all his notes he started leaving a dozen of them on a daily basis. He was going crazy because he had so much he wanted to tell you, but there was not enough room on a piece of paper. However, you were driving yourself crazy trying to identify this admirer of yours. This madness continued for a month until one day Renjun himself stood in front of your locker holding a piece of paper, "Here's your note, love.”

JENO. fake dating

You didn’t consider Jeno a total stranger, you have run into him quite a handful of times in the campus cafe and have your fair share of shy glances, very small talks and fleeting smiles. One day your ex followed you to the cafe, at first, he was begging for forgiveness but soon turned hostile, demanding a reason why you don’t want to be with him. Fearing he might do something bad; your eyes fell upon Jeno who just entered the cafe, a sweet smile playing on his lips when he noticed you. Could you have come up with a better response? Maybe but at that moment you couldn’t think of anything else. You approached him begging “Hi, I’m really sorry to put you in this mess but can you please, please pretend to be my boyfriend? My ex there-” at an instant Jeno stood up, grabbing your hand softly in his “Where is that jerk? Did he hurt you?” And with this incident you both started fake dating which soon turned real without either of you realizing.

HAECHAN. sunshine x grumpy

Everyone around you referred to you and Haechan as the opposite attracts couple, well to be very honest you didn’t consider yourself grumpy or mean, you just didn’t prefer the human race and any interaction with them of course except him. He was the literal definition of sunshine for you, the one who lightened you up, the one with whom you can leave your so-called grumpy side aside and be a little ray of his sunshine. Haechan found you in the darkest phase of your life when everyone you knew or had trusted turned their back on you, leaving you to cry alone in a dark corner. It was then when he pulled you into his embrace, radiating a warmth that felt safe and something like home, he became that last ray of hope and light that brightened you up once again. “How can you be this happy this early in the morning?” you grumbled seeing him dance while cooking in the kitchen. Ignoring your comment, he walked around the counter and extended his hand “Will you dance with me? Please, sunshine please!” rolling your eyes at his silly actions you still took his hand as he pulled you in for a little silly dance.

JAEMIN. first love

Love was a scary word for you, the reason you never experienced it before was because you wanted it to be perfect. You wanted to remember your first love with a smile on your face and not an experience which you would want to forget. You have had crushes and a few situationships and an experience of a boy you thought was definitely the one to not reciprocate your feelings when you confessed to him before. But that was it, after the last incident years ago you gave up on the idea of love, thinking it was for the pinterest girlies, those perfect ones who deserved a perfect love. But the day Jaemin came to you on that bus ride asking if can take the empty seat next to yours, the perception of love you had changed. He became your first and perfect love, he showed you everyone is worthy of love, he accepted all your flaws, he cared for you like no one has ever done –babying you included– he never shied away from confessing his love and gratitude for you, he cherished you with every breath he took. You could cry to him, with him, you could laugh with him until your stomach hurts, you could gossip with him, and you could cherish the quietness with him. He was perfect and he was yours, your first love. “OMG y/n I saw this flower growing out of the sidewalk, it reminded me of you princess.”

CHENLE. academic rivals

Chenle didn’t give a shit about studies or grades, if you ask his parents or friends, they haven’t seen so many ‘A+’ on his tests till now. It’s not like he was poor in his studies, it's just that he didn't have a reason to study. Why study if he could just get a scholarship through basketball? It was useless according to him until he met you in high school, the top student in the class if not the school. Was it love at first sight? Nah it was love at first fight for him when he accidentally hit you with the basketball during gym class and you poured a bottle of water on him as revenge (it was freezing cold that day). After that, the more he tried to approach you the more you avoided him. It was the first time when he wanted something, but he couldn't have it right away, and this ignited a fire in him. So, the only way to reach you now was through academics, and boy, he loved pushing your buttons, so he decided to compete with you… fiercely and that’s how after a few months of this rivalry you found yourself pinned against the bookshelf by him in a corner of the library. “Everything is just a competition for you… isn’t it?” you felt his breath on your face “Isn’t it for you, too?” you spat back, not breaking eye contact. “No, I did this because I am in fucking love with you.”

JISUNG. brother's best friend

You met Jisung when you were five and he was seven, he brought Sungchan back home after he sprained his ankle during the game of soccer. You remember watching him from afar, while he was talking to your mother about Sungchan’s injury when he looked at you and passed a smile. Since then, not a day passes by when you don’t think of him. At seven you had childishly asked him to marry you which he laughed at first but agreed later, promising to do so when you grow older. At fifteen he scared off a boy who kissed you on the cheek in school, saying things like you are too young for dating and you can’t date just any boy. That day, instead of crying that your first relationship ended before it could even start, you were happy, it was the day you started liking Jisung. At seventeen you confessed your feelings to him when he said the words that broke your small, fragile heart in pieces, he said you were like a little sister to him. At twenty-two he saw you going out with a man when he arrived at your apartment to celebrate your birthday. He felt something he shouldn’t have, he felt jealous, a burning rage and it was that moment that he knew he had fallen head over heels for you. “Don’t date him.” you scoffed hearing his authoritative tone. “And who are you to say that? I’m not fifteen anymore. It’s my life I can date whoever I want… you’re not my real brother.” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him “Yes I’m not your brother… so date me instead.”

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strayklds · 9 months

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HAN ♡ LEVANTER M COUNTDOWN (200102)

#han jisung #forhanji #bystay #createskz #stray kids #kpopedit #flashing tw #mygifs #mcountdown my beloathed my enemy good GOD this was hard #never again.#<- i say as i am planning on giffing more levanter stages

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skz-fanfic-recs · 1 month

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Do you have any seungSung ficrecs?

It would be great if it was bit of a rivals to lovers trope

Thank you for your time and have a great day

i love getting asks from people like you, because y'all are so sweet and polite 😭 <33

i'm so sorry this is so late, so let's get straight to it!

the misfortune of kim seungmin by tuanpark

“so let me get this straight. hyunjin, your ex-boyfriend hyunjin, asked you to go on a double date. and despite the fact that you have no real boyfriend, you said yes, and now you’re bringing han jisung, your pretend boyfriend who, may i remind you, you find quite irritating more than half the time. tell me again why you thought this was a good idea?”

the way i fall for you by giokhalke

“what do you mean you sleep with seungmin? our seungmin? your neighbor seungmin?!” hyunjin’s voice pierced his ear through the phone. “yes! how many more seungmin do we have, hyunjin?! that seungmin! the one and only seungmin!” jisung yelled. he had been pacing around his living room wanting to d word. he was dumped and kim seungmin was the one witnessing his most miserable state. to top it off, he probably slept with him.

the beat between five and six by tuanpark

“ha ha ha,” seungmin says dripping with sarcasm. “we all know i wouldn’t want to audition with han jisung even if we were the last two people on earth.” or seungmin missed his audition for the school play but so did his long-time rival and self-proclaimed arch-nemesis, han jisung. good news for them, there's a make-up audition in three weeks' time. the catch? it has to be a duet piece.

let jisung live his life in peace by yolrin

here lies 'a comprehensive list of 9 things han jisung dislikes' (and they may or may not have something to do with a certain dandy boy)

best you've ever had by lynxielix

seungmin gets jisung in detention and jisung decides to annoy him by sending him selfies. the plan fails when seungmin sends him selfies of his own and jisung has to come to the dreading conclusion that kim seungmin is indeed very attractive.

i see just fine by s3vngieverse

“you know what you should do?” hyunjin asked, not looking up from his activity. jisung lifted his head to look at him with knitted eyebrows. “what?” jisung asked and hyunjin lifted his head with a shit-eating grin. “fuck it out.” to say jisung was disgusted was an understatement. he full-on gagged at the thought of being with seungmin like that.

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siennasfix · 1 month

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Pareidolia

Summary: This story is set sometime in the future. Hyunjin is a claimed son of Aphrodite. Y/n and her sister are the only unclaimed children who know the identity of their godly parent. They’re college students in Camp Jupiter. A new streak of murders takes off and all the tracks point to Luna, Y/n’s nine-year-old sister, which leads to Y/n making it her mission to prove the little girl’s innocence. One mishap leads to another and Hyunjin and Y/n find themselves working together to find out what they can do to solve the mystery.

Notes:

 This fic is inspired by the world of Percy Jackson and will contain many elements of the Hunger Games franchise. I’ve been a fan of both for years and I thought I’d try my hand at weaving both of these universes so that they flow seamlessly. Regarding mature themes and violence, it will definitely lean more on the Hunger Games side of the spectrum.  This fic is going to be long af so buckle up. There will be 3 books, the final chapters of which will be marked in the endnotes. I have an idea of how many chapters the entire fic is going to be, but of course, it might be longer than I have planned because I want to describe everything in such explicit detail that it WILL drive many of you nuts, and there's also the thing with me wanting to give the characters their chance to shine and develop properly. The girls that get it, get it. The point is; this fic might take not months but years to finish and the finalization will keep me from ending it all so I’ll try my best not to die before then.  This fic will contain mature themes. There will be many lighthearted moments but it’s more of a reprieve from all the heavy shit going on than anything. So do not read this if you’re expecting a cheerful romance or a happily ever after for every character. In addition to this, there will be depictions of death, torture, assault, sex, and so on, things that not everyone can stomach, which is more than fine but just be sure that this is your cup of tea before starting to read it. I will try to tag it as well as I can for each chapter and include the TWs in the beginning notes so don't skip them. • An array of power dynamics will be depicted as the story progresses. • The romance ranges from sweet to radioactive so keep that in mind. • Romance tropes: 1. Hyunjin x Reader- enemies to lovers, annoyances to lovers, mutual pining, dark romance, obsessive lovers, don’t blame me love made me crazy coded 2. Jisung x Minho- mutual clowning, friends to sort of strangers to fwb to lovers, they got that 80s rock aesthetic vibe going on 3. Seungmin x Jeongin- initially unrequited, strategy meets theatre, friends to lovers  I’ll try to update regularly, maybe once every two or three weeks. This is more for me to be honest as I’m a major procrastinator and this might help me sit my ass down and WRITE.  Make sure to always read the opening notes as many warnings pertaining to the events of the chapter, ones I have been unable to include in the tags above, will be revealed there.

Book I: Part I, Part II, Part III

Book II: Part I, Part II, Part III

Book III: Part I, Part II, Part III

#stray kids #skz #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin skz #hwang hyunjin angst #hwang hyunjin enemies to lovers #hwang hyunjin x reader #skz godly parent au #skz godly parent #stray kids godly parent au #stray kids godly parent #skz pjo #stray kids pjo #minsung #lee know #han jisung #kim seungmin #yang jeongin

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ljnsdump · 10 months

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What a Plot Twist You Were (Jisung x F!reader)

Jisung x F!reader

You can't force chemistry to exist where it doesn't, the same way you can't deny it when it does.

Genre: M/F, slight enemies to lovers, fluff, classmates, school setting no mature scenes because im not ready to imagine jisung in those scenes

Warnings: just a lot of bickering and probably cursing here and there, y/n is a spoiled brat

Word Count: 3,999

Hello! A Jisung oneshot because the man finally has an IG acc haha. As always, dont hesitate to give me feedbacks! Enjoy reading!

Read at your own risk.

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"Y/N, don't make me let you pull out from that modelling." Her mom warns her sternly. "This is your final semester in high school. You'll be graduating soon and you will not be able to do that if you keep this up."

She rolls her eyes, knowing that her teacher is snitching on her again. As they should though. "Ma, it's fine. My grades are enough for me to be accepted in any university."

"No it's not!" She argues and puts the utensils down on the table that caused a loud sound. Y/N's dad holds her as if to calm her down. "Universities would prioritize those with higher grades and has better knowledge on the courses they want to take than you do."

"Whatever, you'll still get them to accept me anyway."

And that's the time both parents realized that they raised a spoiled brat.

It's monday and everybody is in their first class of the day.

"Okay class, as you may know this is your final semester. We will make sure that no one gets left behind so we came up with a way. We will do the buddy system. You guys will be paired up to your buddy and you will be responsible for each other for the rest of the semester. If one doesn't pass, the other will be questioned, so help each other out. If you have topics that are hard for you both, try to come up with ways so you both will be able to understand it. You can always come to me, other teachers and even students."

They all agreed and chose their buddy. Then Y/N and Jisung come into the room at the same time but from different doors. Y/N enters the front door with her ipad and coffee while Jisung comes in from the back with just his pen and a notebook.

Their teacher notices them both. "Oh good. You're both here." She says and looks at them back and forth. "You will be each other's buddy. You will be paired up for all school work for the entire semester. You will be responsible for each other's grades."

"What?" Y/N's eyebrows furrow. She heard what her teacher said perfectly but she just couldn't accept it. "He's not that smart! You're pairing me with someone who can't help me."

"You’re late, Miss Y/L/N. Both of you are. Everyone already chose who they wanted to be their pair. It's just the two of you remaining." She answers with stern voice. "And we tried pairing you up with Yunjin before." Pertaining to their top student in class. "But you ended up just letting her do everything."

Y/N looks at Jisung. "You're not saying anything about this?"

He just shrugs and goes to his seat. Y/N groans and does the same.

"Alright. Listen up. First task."

Jisung was the one who stood up first when class ended. He was about to exit the room when Y/N called him. "Park Jisung!"

He turns with an annoyed look on his face. "What?"

She walks to him. "Why did you not say anything earlier when she paired us? You know well both fail."

"I'm not that bad." He replies that she scoffs.

"Fine! Then what should we do about that stupid reporting?"

"I have to go. Just chat with me about your ideas and whatever." He starts to walk away.

And she follows his strides. "I don't have your number!"

"WhatsApp, Messenger, IG, Twitter." He lists down. "It's 2023."

Y/N scoffs in disbelief.

After class, she meets with her best friend who was with her boyfriend at a cafe nearby. They're both in 12th grade, Ningning is in a different class though.

"Hey, who's your pair?" Ningning, as soon as she sees Y/N.

Y/N groans and rolls her eyes. "Park Jisung."

"That sloppy, rugged soccer player?"

She nods. "Yup." Popping end of the word. "Hey, Jun." Y/N casually greets Ningning’s boyfriend who's playing on his phone.

"Oh, sup Y/N." And offers to bump fists.

She accepts with her fist as well. "Nothing much."

"Okay, let's order first." They all sit. "Love, what do you want?"

"A reuben would do, love." He replies.

They spent the remainder of the day talking about their lives and spilling teas.

When she got home, she decided to try out reading about the topic of their report but just minutes later, she plopped down on her bed because she got bored.

Y/N takes out her phone and decides to look for Jisung's account on messenger.

To: Park Jisung

Hey, what are we gonna do about this?

And she finished having dinner and even went to prepare for bed, he still hasn't replied yet.

To: Park Jisung

Park Jisung!

Still no reply. She runs her fingers over her hair in frustration. Jisung has two close friends, she remembered. Y/N looks up the name Zhong Chenle and the Chinese guy's photo pops up.

To: Zhong Chenle

Hey, just wondering if you're with Jisung. Please tell him to check his phone, we have to work on our project.

Just minutes later, a notification pops up saying she has a new message from Jisung.

From: Park Jisung

What?

Oh my god, he's unbearable, she thought.

To: Park Jisung

The project.

From: Park Jisung

Send me your thoughts and ideas about it.

To: Park Jisung

I have no thoughts nor any idea about it.

From: Park Jisung

Then what are we supposed to do?

To: Park Jisung

Idk, let's just meet up tomorrow after class to figure this out.

"Bro, what the hell." Jisung grunts as he puts his phone down and picks up the xbox controller. "She wants me to meet up with her after class. Why did we get paired up, we have no idea about these."

Jisung is currently in Sungchan's place with Chenle. They're playing video games like how they do every single day and not getting tired of it. "Finally you can get some." Chenle teases him.

"I heard she's double-jointed." Jisung's eyebrows furrow at Sungchan's joke, and looks at him with disgust on his face. While Sungchan and Chenle high five.

Jisung walked to Y/N's seat when their class ended. He watched her gather her things in a hurry and was surprised to see him.

"What?" She asks, forgetting that they planned to meet for their project today.

His eyebrows furrow, confused as well. "I thought we'll meet after class?"

"Oh yeah. About that, meet's cancelled. I have to go. Let's just pay someone to do that report." Then she takes off before he can say anything. Better for him though, he'll have the whole time to play his beloved games.

Y/N meets with her handler in a cafe after driving almost half an hour from the university.

"I'm here." She announces and gives a quick friendly hug from behind to her handler Joy. "Let's go?"

Joy turns to her as she stands up. "Okay, good. Let's go. Our client is very chic and very boss lady vibes, Y/N. She's picky and she definitely knows what she wants."

"That's cool. You know I'm here to impress."

"I do." Joy smiles as they walk fast towards the building across the cafe. "I've sent your file to them already. You've looked over the products that you'll be modelling for?"

"Yes, the jewelleries. I actually even own a couple of pieces from their brand. They're nice."

When they arrive, a tall lady in formal attire welcomes them.

"Hi, I'm Seulgi, Mrs. Laviste's assistant. She's waiting for you in her office."

The local company rents both the 3rd and 4th floors of the building for their offices and manufacturing facilities.

They arrive at the office, the woman stands up upon seeing them with a big smile to greet. "Welcome to Ligaya! I'm Flora Laviste, you can call me Mrs. Laviste." Offering her hand which Joy gladly took.

"This is my talent." Joy gestures to Y/N. "Y/N."

Y/N smiles and shakes hands with her as well. "Y/N Y/L/N."

"From what I heard, you're the youngest of Mr. And Mrs. Timothy Y/L/N, is that right?"

"Yes." She smiles. "Yes, I am."

They discuss for a few minutes in Flora's office then go to their in-house studio to shoot a few shots as a demo just for them to see how their products would look on her.

"We reviewed everything and we've decided to take you guys on your offer. She's very good." Nodding her head, applauding Y/N's skills. "We'll do the shoot on Saturday morning."

Friday came and it's time for them to present their report. Y/N came early to school to get the report she paid a college student for.

Holding the flashdrive in her hand, she thanks Yeri. "Thanks a lot Yeri! I really just can't do this on my own."

Yeri smiles. "No worries, Y/N. It was easier for me since we've been over the topic a couple of times already. I sent the file to you too through email."

Y/N sat beside Jisung when she arrived in their classroom. She specifically instructed him to come in early. "We just read what's on the presentation." She tells him.

His eyes shift, obviously in doubt. "Sure?"

"Yeah."

"Park and Y/N, you're up." Their teacher announces after the pair prior to them were done with theirs.

They set up on the computer and in no time, the first page of the slide flashes on the white board through the projector.

"Our topic, the three main classes of carbohydrates." Y/N starts. She then continues to casually read the passages on the PowerPoint presentation which raises a brow of their teacher.

She stands up from her desk and walks towards the center walkway. "Pause, Ms. Y/L/N." The teacher raises her index finger. "You can't just click continuously on those pages without discussing them."

Y/N immediately protests. "But Mrs. Lim, these are self-explanatory."

"Good, then please explain them." She crosses her arms. "And Mr. Park, don't just stand there. Help out your buddy."

The two groans silently upon hearing their teacher's statement. Then Y/N looks at Jisung. "Help me explain it."

"You said it's self-explanatory." He whispers.

"I didn't think she'd let us explain it still after I said that."

After a few minutes of waiting and just looking at the two infront murmuring at each other, Mrs. Lim figures out they got nothing. "Alright, you two. Something's making me think that you both did not make this. I'm gonna let you re-do it this weekend and when we come back on Monday, I want you both to be able to explain and discuss it properly or else this reflects on my record book. Understand?"

Y/N grunts and removes her things from the desk to go back to her seat.

"Let's meet tomorrow morning." Jisung tells her.

"Can't, I have something very important. Afternoon."

"I have something important to do in the afternoon."

Y/N throws her pen to the floor, stomping her feet like a little kid throwing tantrums. "Why did we ever agree to this?!"

Jisung stands tall in front of her with a serious look on his face. "Don't throw tantrums on me, Y/N." He warns with his deep ass voice. "I'm not one of your maids."

"I-I didn't think you were." She nervously replies, blinking and shying away from his eyes. "I was just upset."

"Let's meet tonight."

"Mine or yours?"

"Mine."

At 7pm, Y/N arrives at the convenience store near Jisung's apartment. She immediately texts him.

To: Park Jisung

I'm here.

Hey!

Dude!

Park Jisung!

It's very cold here.

I'm gonna kill you.

8 minutes later

From: Park Jisung

Just hang on.

To: Park Jisung

I've been hanging on you idiot.

3 minutes later

From: Park Jisung

I'm coming down.

He, in his black hoodie and sweatpants approaches her and she almost had a heart attack. He looks like a kidnapper on his fit, the only thing that made her realize it is him is his nose. Weird.

"You look scary." She tells him.

He shrugs. "Yeah? Well... let's go."

They start to walk, her, following him from behind.

"Walk slowly."

"This is my normal pace. Your legs are just short."

Y/N stops and crosses her arms while watching him walk away. He did not notice until he finally crossed the road. He looks back and Y/N is still on the other side, glaring at him. Jisung can't help but laugh and put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie as he waits for the lights to go red again.

From: Park Jisung

Stay there.

Although she's far, he can see clearly that she rolled her eyes after reading his text.

As soon as the red light appears, he runs to her and grabs her wrist lightly, and they cross the street.

"Dickhead." She mumbles.

The apartment is definitely Jisung's, Y/N thought upon getting in. Empty red bull cans, chips packets, everything is everywhere. Chenle and Sungchan are there too, yelling at each other as they play.

Y/N looks at Jisung, suggestively while crossing her arms again.

He sighs. "Come on, guys. You need to go." Telling his two friends.

"What?! I thought we were---" Sungchan stops when he sees Y/N and the look on her face. "Time to go."

Chenle removes the headphones from his head. "So what if she's here, it's not like she's staying long anyway. And besides, bros over hoes."

Jisung immediately smacks his head. "That's the red bull talking."

"Oh yeah, she's the first. I'll consider." Chenle adds and this time Y/N is the one glaring at him.

Once they're out, Jisung kicks things out of the way. "My room is clean." Then walk towards there. And indeed it is. Shoes all over, but not in a messy way but it's on the walls like he's collecting them. And they're not just any shoes, they're all or at least that's how Y/N sees it, Jordan 1s.

Her mouth hangs open when she sees the display. "You collect?"

"Kinda."

Just minutes later, they're set up on the floor with their gadgets on the center table.

Y/N scratches the back of her head, getting frustrated over what they're doing. "This is so stupid. Carbohydrates are carbohydrates, what the fuck are those main classes for?!" She whines.

"Come on, Y/L/N. All we gotta do is read and understand then make a report."

"I wish it's as easy as saying it."

Jisung gets his hand off his keyboard. "It seems like you hate these subjects that we're taking. Why enroll under them?"

"Because they want me to be a doctor. Like any fucking Asian parent wants their kids to be."

"I'm sorry."

"No need to be, it's not you."

They spent the night just talking about random things. She learned that Jisung prefers nights over days. He's got poop hands as what Chenle calls, meaning everything he touches just fails. He and his friends always play PUBG with Chenle's cousins from China. Random things.

But Jisung felt that Y/N is a good listener. She doesn't give her own opinions on his preferences, she finds everything he says cool, and she asks you about how you feel when you make that choice. It's like she's learning new things as they talk.

But they did not make any progress with their report.

It's almost 12 midnight. "I need to go home now." Y/N states after looking at her watch.

"Are you Cinderella or something?" He jokes.

"I have a shoot tomorrow morning. I can't look puffy." She replies. "You can come with me tomorrow morning. We'll work on this slowly."

Tomorrow came. They met at the cafè again. Y/N picked Jisung up from his place.

"Do you always bring other people aside from your own team to your gigs?"

"No. But it's fine. I can just introduce you as one of us."

They arrive and in no time, Y/N is all set. They also discusse sample shots for the campaign. Jisung just observes as he tries to work on their report.

"Your boyfriend's handsome." Mrs. Laviste says, giving her a teasing smile as they look over at him.

Y/N immediately shakes her head. "He's just my classmate. We got paired up for school work."

"He's been glancing and staring at you for the past few minutes."

"That's probably because he's doing everything and I'm here literally looking pretty."

They suit her up in a silk skin tone slip dress pointing focus on the jewelleries on her. A gold butterfly rests in between her clavicles, they take a shot of that. Her hands, her ears, they alternately put pieces of jewelries and take a few shots of it in all angles possible. Jisung couldn't help but stare. She's good. Great, actually. She gives what's needed from her.

"I just got off the phone with our male model. He won't be able to attend, he's suddenly having the flu." Says Mrs. Laviste's secretary.

Y/N lowkey raises her hand just enough to point at Jisung.

Joy tells Y/N, "You should talk to him."

Y/N nods. "Jisung-ah!" Jisung looks up at her. He sees her walking towards him. "We need a male model."

"And?"

"You'd be a great one. You're very tall, and your face is decent, you just need a little makeover."

He shakes his head. "I don't think I can. I just came here to work on our report."

"I'll help you. We have until tomorrow. Plus, the pay is good."

At the end, she was able to convince him to join the shoot. They set him in front of the mirror, Y/N helped out in picking up his fits. She laughs when she sees his eyes moving, afraid to move his body.

"You can move, idiot."

He looks at the makeup artist doing his face. "Really? I don't wanna mess up what they're doing."

"As long as you don't go crazy."

They do the shoot together first just so Jisung loosens up and then his solo shoot after. Y/N helps him a lot aside from the director.

"Jisung-ah, just a stoic face. This is a close up shot emphasizing the earring."

After several flashes, he's all done. Y/N claps her hands then everyone else follows. "Congrats on your first modeling gig!"

He grabs her hand and puts it on his chest. "Feel that? I'm so nervous."

Of course, she was taken aback, she didn't feel shit, just her own heart pounding when her hand landed on his hard chest. "T-That's normal." Then she walks away, face flushing, cleaning up her things.

"What's the plan?" He asks when they're finally out of the building.

"We're gonna get lunch and then go to your soccer practice?"

Jisung shakes his head. "I can just pass on that one. Let's just do the report in my apartment again." She looks him straight in the eye and before she can say anything, he says, "I cleaned up."

Y/N smiles a little. "Okay."

"What do you wanna eat? My treat today." He says, looking at her.

"I'm craving biryani."

"Let's go to Jamieson's then."

And somehow they're eating lunch together, Jisung is skipping practice to do their project together, talking casually unlike before where they just roll their eyes at each other.

Y/N asks while they eat. "So what do you think about the modelling thing?"

He shrugs. "It's cool for my first time. You and your team made it too easy for me."

"And you were pretty good too. You have potential." She puts her hand on her face, posing elegantly, mimicking his poses earlier.

Jisung laughs and immediately removes her hand from her face. "Stop it."

"Why? Wait until Chenle and Sungchan see those photos."

"Oh God." He cringes and ducks head under his hands while Y/N laughs.

They spend the whole afternoon discussing their topic, even arguing if one finds something different in their researches but at the end, they were able to finish up their presentation and are confident that they'll be able to discuss it in front of the class on Monday.

"Thanks, Ji."

And for some reason they found themselves arguing about what comes first, the egg or the chicken. They even did their research on their stands far more efficiently than how they did it first with their report about carbohydrates.

"If I'm right, you'll give me $50?" He taunts.

She pulls out her phone from her purse and counters with, "And if I'm right, I send this pic to your friends." Showing him photos of his shoot that she took without his knowing.

Jisung was about to snatch his phone when she immediately stands up and runs away from him. "Y/N, delete that!"

"No!" She yells back but falls onto the floor by the kitchen. "I can't feel my legs!"

He rushes to her with panic on his face. "What happened?!"

"I think we squatted on the floor for too long." Jisung sighs in relief. "But I still can't feel my legs, it's weird and ticklish."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I dunno, it's really weird. I hate it."

"I'll try to massage it." He looks at her waiting for her approval and she eventually nods, just desperate for the weird feeling on her legs to go away. His hands are huge, she notices. That's why it looked so good in the photos earlier.

"It's going away." Before they stand up, he attempts to steal her phone but she immediately holds it protectively with both her hands. "No, these are mine."

"That's literally me in those photos."

"Yes, I'm aware."

He traps her between both his arms and the kitchen counter. Jisung lowers himself to level with her. "Give me your phone." His voice drops an octave that gives her goosebumps. His voice has always been deep but it's different when it's this deep.

Their faces are almost touching and she blinks a couple of times as her nervousness gets the better of her. "Y-You're too close."

"I know."

"You look good." Out of the blue she says then covers her mouth with one hand.

Jisung chuckles. "You look good too. Really good." She tries to avoid his lingering eyes but she can't. "You like us like this, don't you? That's why you don't wanna give me your phone?"

"I thought I'm the first woman who ever got this close to you?"

"You are."

"It doesn't seem like it."

He gives a small smile. "That's because you make me do things I never knew I'm capable of doing." And her heart skipped a beat, she couldn't say anything. It's like her throat is blocked with something. "And I thought you're one of them strong girls? The type who nobody wants to mess with. You've always had that image but why are you refusing now?"

Y/N grabs him by the neck and crashes her lips with his. Jisung got surprised but started kissing her back until he snaps back to reality.

But she suddenly pushes him away, running to his bedroom to get her things and in no time, she's in her car driving home with her heart pounding in her ribcage. Meanwhile, Jisung remained speechless in the kitchen, no idea as to what exactly happened.

From: Park Jisung

People usually say something and don't just run after they do that, yk?

From: Park Jisung

Don't be a coward now.

To: Park Jisung

Forget that ever happened.

From: Park Jisung

Uh... no

From: Park Jisung

You kissed me first and now you just want me to forget abt it?

To: Park Jisung

Yes

From: Park Jisung

No, in fact, maybe I'll kiss you again tomorrow.

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kpopbestie96 · 1 month

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Chapter 19 🥳🥳🥳

Hi lovelies! Hope everyone had a good weekend! Did everyone see Seungmin threw out the first pitch at the game between the Dodgers and Team Korea?? So proud of him!! 💖😭

Summary: This chapter Y/N and her friends are at the concert enjoying themselves. They're having fun but Y/N stars to freak out when Bang Chan is performing his song 'Baby.' This chapter is a bit calm. Going to be honest, it's just another build up chapter. I hope you all enjoy it even if nothing too crazy is happening.

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lieslab · 7 months

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Introducing: Taste

"Kiss me again."

"No."

"I'm not asking you Changbin, I'm telling you. Now, kiss me again!"

"You're drunk and we shouldn't be doing this. You don't know what you're saying, we'll talk about it in the morning."

"I won't have the courage in the morning!"

"It wasn't supposed to end up like this."

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Taste is a completed fanfic that has been uploaded to both Wattpad and Ao3 that stars Changbin: A big-hearted softie who hides his love and soft nature behind a wall of annoyance and anger and Lennon: A girl who just moved to South Korea and is trying to escape her tragic past.

Contains:

a slow burn enemies to lovers

Changbin briefly being a dumbass for a few chapters

casual chaos from the rest of SKZ

a dead mother and daddy issues

insecurities

a lot of tears

quite a bit of comfort/hurt from Changbin and other SKZ members

Felix being Felix

Han getting pissed off at uno

Hyunjin and his theatrics

Minho mothering

Chan dishing out the usual father advice

Seungmin coming up with a dare that changes the course of the whole story

I.N having to break up a fight

out of pocket angst

smut

did I mention handcuffs come into play??? because that happens too

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #seo changbin #changbin skz #changbin fanfic #enemies to lovers #slow burn #bang chan #lee know #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #kpop #kpop fanfic #skz angst #skz comfort

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rachalixie · 2 years

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cat and mouse for a month (or two or three)

enemies to lovers with kim seungmin but make it ~university flavored~

warnings: food mention, seungmin x gender neutral reader

genre: enemies to lovers, fluff

word count: 2250+

you don’t even know when your hatred of kim seungmin began.

before today, you’d only really interacted with him a handful of times. him and his group of noisy friends sat next to you in your psychology lecture last semester, and with every day you found yourself liking him less and less. you can’t even pinpoint why, it just happened that way. every time he answered a question right in class grated on your nerves. every interaction with him ended in an argument with one of you walking away in a huff. you’ve accepted your role as mortal enemies and that’s just the way the world works.

so you know today’s going to be a bad day when you get a glimpse of the back of kim seungmin’s head walking into your intro to biology lab. you resolve to sit on the other side of the room for the entire semester and not look in his direction once, but your plan is thwarted when you walk through the door to see that every seat has been taken except for one.

seated right next to kim seungmin.

you grit your teeth so hard they squeak as you walk to the table, placing your bag pointedly between the two of you and turning away from him. neither of you say a word or acknowledge each other’s presence, which is exactly what you wanted. you just need to make it through today, and for the next class you need to come in 10 minutes earlier to make sure you secure a seat somewhere that kim seungmin isn’t.

you let out a breath once the lecture finishes, and you quickly start to pack up your notes, hoping to leave as quickly as possible.

“hey!” kim seungmin chirps, making you freeze as he drums his fingers on the table. so much for not acknowledging each other. “didn’t expect to see you here, didn’t seem like your kind of subject.”

“it’s a general education requirement,” you respond slowly, overly polite. “not all of us have the privilege of placing out of all intro classes. speaking of, what are you doing here? i would have thought 100 level classes were beneath you.”

“they are.” he says matter-of-factly. “but my advisor says i need to take this class if i want to be the teaching assistant for it next semester so. here i am.”

“you’re a fucking nerd, kim seungmin.” you deadpan, turning to finish packing up your bag.

“says you!” he sputters indignantly. “you’re a history major! that’s the nerdiest major!”

you turn to offer a rebuttal, anything to make sure he doesn’t get the upper hand, and-

“oh, before i forget!” you’re interrupted by the teaching assistant. “your assigned lab partners for the semester is whoever was sitting next to you! i have the seating chart written down already so we won’t have any substitutions or trades. okay, have a good rest of your day!”

you pinch your wrist, hoping this was a dream. you can’t possibly spend the entire semester being paired with kim seungmin.

“looks like you’re stuck with me,” he says teasingly, making you let out a growl and hastily leave the room which was echoing with his laughter.

—

you don’t know when your hatred of kim seungmin began, but you don’t think it’s going away any time soon.

you’re sitting in the student center when kim seungmin jogs up to you, wearing a ridiculous combo of a baby blue sweater and gray slacks.

“there you are!” he says, out of breath. he stops at your table and puts his hands on his knees, huffing in breaths.

“it hasn’t been nearly enough time since i last saw you,” you say flatly, raising an eyebrow as you look down to meet his eyes. “to what do i owe this extreme displeasure?”

“you ran away yesterday before i could get your number,” he says, straightening up and widening his eyes. “for our assignments! since we’re partners. no other reason.” he states firmly. oh, right. kim seungmin was going to need your number. he is going to have a way of contacting you on a daily basis. the world really was going to hell.

he holds out his phone to you, open on the contacts app like he had planned this mission beforehand. he probably had. you tap to create your contact, forgoing a picture (he doesn’t need to perceive you any more than is strictly necessary, thank you very much). you try to ignore how he’s watching you intently as you type, and you type a little slower just to test his patience. as you go to save it, his phone lights up with an incoming call from his mother, and you hastily hand it back to him.

of course he talks to his mom, the bitter and angry inner voice of yours says.

“hi, omma!” he says brightly into the phone, sitting on the chair across from you. you scowl to express your displeasure, but he doesn’t notice and makes himself comfortable by taking off his scarf and leaning back in the chair. his happy demeanor is ruined a second later as his face falls in disappointment. “oh, father. hello, sir.” his voice is dull, and you can’t help but frown deeper at the contrast.

you busy yourself with your own phone, trying to give him some privacy. although, if he wanted privacy he could have sat at any other table so. eavesdropping wouldn’t give you too much bad karma under this circumstance, right?

“yes, father, i applied to join the honors pre-med fraternity. yes, my GPA is high enough for it, i have a 4.0. no. it’s the highest possible GPA, i physically cannot get anything higher than that.” he huffs into the phone. “no, i wasn’t giving you attitude, sorry. yes, sir. i’m studying right now. its noisy because i’m in the student center. i’m not in the library because, uh, i’m with my biology lab partner and we wanted to quiz each other.” he lies and glances at you, meeting your eyes, and you quickly turn back towards your phone, ears burning at getting caught listening. he hangs up a minute later, and you see a text from him pop up on your phone just saying his name.

“you should have my number now.” he says, no trace of his earlier brightness in his eyes. you almost miss his annoying smile. wait, miss? no. you’d just rather have that than the drowned puppy look he’s donning now. no missing of kim seungmin smiles happening here.

“thanks,” you said, awkward. “so, uh, that sounded kind of intense. he expects you to be studying on the first week of class?”

“something like that,” he sighs, lacking the spark his voice usually has when he talks to you. he gets up off the table and pockets his phone. “i’ll see you later.”

you can’t explain why you feel disappointed with every step he takes away from you.

—

you don’t know when your hatred of kim seungmin began. but you’re starting to think you don’t actually hate him anymore.

kim seungmin is actually a kind of okay person. he’s impossibly kind most of the time but still snarky and sassy and he bounds around like a puppy when he’s excited and his smile could probably cure world hunger.

whoa. take a step back.

you’re on your fifth meeting as biology lab partners, and your partnership is going significantly better than you thought it would. he met you today in the library and brought you your favorite iced coffee (how did he know?). he doesn’t mind doing a bulk of the work today since he knows you have a big history paper due tomorrow (he remembered?). he grins at you over his lab notebook whenever you playfully banter with him (when did arguing turn into banter?).

the list of reasons why you don’t like him dwindle down until you really can’t remember any of them. he’s annoyingly smart? sure, but he’s weighed down by the crippling expectations his father sets so it’s not really something to be mad about. he’s rude? maybe, but rudeness and sarcasm are often mistaken for one another. he’s a nerd? well, you can’t really judge when you have the entire box set of doctor who hidden under your bed, saved for bad days.

your 180 degree turn-around regarding seungmin gives you whiplash sometimes. every time you catch yourself laughing at the joke he tells you under his breathe during class you almost choke. every time you catch yourself smiling at him when you see him walking across the street you want to slap the smile off your face. every time you catch yourself thinking about him when he’s not in the room you put your headphones in and blast heavy metal to drown him out.

but hey, at least you’re going to pass your biology lab at this rate.

“i’ll see you after spring break,” he says as he packs up his bags. you’ve finished your lab project, which was technically due after the break but you both agreed to get it done before so you could enjoy the time off. you smile at him in response, you muscles still not used to doing anything other than frowning at him.

“have a good break, seungmin,” you say, ignoring the way his face lights up at your words.

—

you don’t know when your hatred of kim seungmin began. but maybe it was never hatred that you felt for him at all.

you’re sitting on the floor of your dorm room, a variety of take-out containers spread between you and your lab notebooks completely forgotten on the desk. it’s the last week of class, and you’ve just finished up the final biology project you’ll ever have to do with him. despite this, you’re surprised at how quickly you agreed to have him over, how much you were looking forward to him being in your space.

you’re both looking at his laptop at a video of seungmin’s roommate jisung and his friends chan and changbin performing at the student center last week.

“they’re really good!” you say around a mouthful of egg roll, doing a little dance to the beat of their song. you turn your head to look at him to see if he’s enjoying it too, but your eyes immediately meet his, which were watching you instead. there’s something shimmering in his gaze, a mesmerizing fondness that takes your breath away. before you can blink, he’s leaning over, placing a warm hand on your waist, and is pressing his lips to yours quickly. he stays in your space a little even as your mouth gapes open, egg roll still present.

“swallow,” he says with a cute smile, using his other hand to push your jaw closed and you swallow the mushed up egg roll quickly. wait, cute? seungmin is not cute. or, maybe he is? since when was he seungmin, not kim seungmin?

“wha?” you ask intelligently. your mouth now clear of egg roll, he takes the opportunity to kiss you properly, making you drop your chopsticks and leaving you feeling lightheaded.

“can i make a confession?” he says, breaking the kiss and out of breath. he moves his hand from your jaw to your shoulder, one thumb curled possessively near you neck; you’re suddenly made aware of just how fast your heart is beating and you feel your blood rush to your face. you nod dumbly, too shocked by the events that just unfolded to do anything else. “it’s my fault we became lab partners.”

“what?” you stammer, head clearing up instantly. “you want to talk about this now? when you almost just had your tongue down my throat? wait, hold on, what?” your mind was running at a million miles per hour.

“yeah,” he chucked nervously, the hand he has on your waist tightens and the hand on your shoulder feels like a dead weight preventing you from moving. “i know the teaching assistant for our class. she’s my best friend’s sister. i texted her once you sat next to me and asked for her to assign partners.”

“why would you do that? you hate me-hated me.” you question, impossibly confused.

“i never hated you. i’ve had a thing for you ever since i first saw you and you were lecturing some guy in the student center about something or the other. i don’t even remember what you were saying, just that i was entranced by you,” he says gently, pushing your hair behind your ear. “you just hated me from the start, for some reason. and it was easier to pretend to hate you back then be upset over it so, here we are.” he looked so nervous that you wanted to kiss him. or pet him. or tell him how much you’ve grown to care about him in these past couple months. something embarrassing, basically.

“seungmin, i don’t think i ever actually hated you. i was jealous,” you say, finally able to claw your true feelings out of your heart now that you accepted that the two of you were not, in fact, mortal enemies. “you’re so smart, you’re handsome, you have loads of friends, you’re always smiling. you always looked like you had your life put together so tightly and i just didn’t know what to do with myself.”

“i’m kind of a mess,” he admits, ducking his head. “but i appreciate that. these last couple months have been amazing, getting to know you more, and i just-“

“i feel the same,” you cut him off, beaming at him.

you don’t know when your hatred of kim seungmin began. but you do know when your love for him began.

—

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skazoo · 1 year

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dance of the thieves.

↳ han jisung x f!reader x bang chan

in the casino, the cardinal rules are to keep them playing and to keep playing them. what happens when they play you?

length. 3.4k

genre. con artist!au, poly!au, kinda enemies to lovers, crack, fluff, a little bit angsty,

warnings/tags. language, mention of sex, mention of violence, alcohol consumption

networks. @kflixnet

notes. here i am again with a fic vaguely inspired by the daydream i had while watching ocean's 11 for the 10th time! yay!

i wrote this in the middle of the night because i was scared of losing the inspiration but i like how it turned out...

ALSO! 87% sure there will be a part 2 bc i'm kinda a slut for this trio. just kinda tho. a nee way, pls tell me if you want to be tagged when pt.2 is out, i'll add you to the taglist!

i'm desperate for feedback and i love comments with your opinion!

(cross-posted on ao3 only)

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it is a truth universally acknowledged by your community that monaco is the playground of the rich and stupid.

monaco is curated gardens and high palm trees; it is fancy cobblestone streets and luxurious sports cars, but above all, monaco is ‘le casino de monte carlo’.

high, ornate ceilings, lavish décor, and artificial bright lights mixed with the incessant fading music in the background are your home and your extremely competitive workplace.

in a business in which predators far outnumber preys, it is vital to assert dominance and to have clear in mind what the goal of the hunt is. the reward one wants to take home.

it is essential to individuate the competition and to always watch your back. always.

that’s why, when you enter the big fancy doors of the casino or ‘arena’ —as your fellow con artists like to call it— you take your time to scan the lobby and the adjacent bar, letting your trained eyes wash over the group of business magnates sitting on the plush sofas on your right and on the few bent heads hovering over refined drinks on your left.

every time you catch a hard pair of eyes already staring at you with a competitive ferocity, an imperceptible hand movement of someone of your ‘area of expertise’, you let a finger elegantly tap on the small bag you’re mindlessly holding.

tap. tap. tap. tap. tap. tap.

seven, including you.

they’re all eyeing you warily but only one worries you tonight.

the suffused lights of the bar create a coppery halo around his dark hair and with his perfectly ironed white dress shirt, his elegantly pierced ears, and his small waist you reluctantly understand how his targets always fall for his charms so easily.

you look at him from afar with contempt and you miss a certain pair of unfamiliar eyes following your every move.

when you reach your self-appointed nemesis at the bar he fakes surprise and with slightly raised eyebrows he puts the drink back on its coaster and turns his body to look at you. amused eyes take you in and you have to resist the urge to scoff at his flirty antics.

he clears his throat and offers a small nod, taking your hand and helping you onto the stool beside his. “L/N.”

“han.”

when you met han jisung for the very first time you were under all aspects a child. and he was too.

watching from the sidelines monaco’s fauna come and go from the casino was confusing, especially for two orphans without anything in their name in one of the most disgustingly lavish places ever.

at age twelve you were running in the streets swindling unaware tourists, snickering away in the warm night, and splitting everything in half. it was fair and organized and you were incredibly proud of the little business you had going on.

at fifteen you started to put up a little 'con show', more complicated, more cunning. he talked the victims to death and at his signal, you came into action leaving your target with empty pockets and a sour taste on their tongue. it was thrilling and you were so good at it, you managed to put aside some money for the ‘ji and Y/N leave hell’ fund.

unfortunately for you, you were not the only one to see your great potential.

as soon as jisung hit legal age, your modest two-bedroom-one-bathroom apartment was stormed by official recruiting letters from the main groups of con artists in the city. they wanted him and he desperately loved that feeling of being wanted, of being needed; it made him feel powerful.

when you started to find in his eyes the same desire for ‘liberation’ you saw in the eyes of your mother when she left your six years old hand on the steps of the decadent orphanage, you made the decision that would have protected your heart in the most jealous way possible. you left him first.

you still remember how he looked: confused, lost, angry.

but the next day your side of the apartment was completely empty, your keys were left on the hook on the entrance wall and he had wasted no time accepting one of the most well-paid jobs in monaco’s illegal life.

you think about your shared past every time you look at him, even now, as he signals the bartender to make your usual and he does it with such confidence that you have to look away from a mix of annoyance and nostalgia, regret, longing.

“didn't see you there, colleague.”

“didn’t see me? you’ve been staring at me from the moment i stepped foot in here, colleague.” your tone is mockingly sweet but you know he can’t (or won't) understand it.

he winks.

always, always so flirty, and for what?

“maybe i was but can you really blame me? coming here looking like this… who could resist such a vision?”

you scoff tiredly. “hopefully not my target. i kinda want to get home early tonight.”

he nods in acknowledgment and swirls the dark content of his glass with mellow boredom.

you take a peek at the time on his expensive watch and sigh. just a few more minutes and your prey will walk into the casino. just a few minutes and you clock in for the evening.

“who are you here for today?” your lack of interest must not be that evident because his eyes sparkle with mischief and excitement.

he finishes eating an olive and smiles to himself. “music prodigy, genius producer, got even a bunch of big names lining up for him. got rich really fast and wants to spend everything he has in here tonight.”

he takes a sip of his sickening sweet drink and licks his lips; dark gaze never leaving your eyes. he’s got your attention and not only for his shameless seduction tactics.

he’s dangerously close to describing the man you’re waiting for tonight.

“he was here for the grand prix but i’ve asked around,” he gets closer and you can feel his sweet cherry breath tickle your nose, “and he’s going back to seoul tomorrow morning so it should be a quick job.”

“a music producer?” the more he talks the more you feel that familiar annoyance bubble in your chest.

it’s not unusual for mishaps like this to happen but why do you always have to choose the same target as han fucking jisung? or way better: why does han fucking jisung always have to choose yours?

“yeah, he’s pretty young and a little bird told me he just broke up with his girlfriend so…” his sing-song voice tells you he’s waiting for you to finish his sentence.

you turn away from him and set your tense eyes on the main entrance. “so what? are you trying to find love? you know that no one loves a liar, right?”

he scoffs out a laugh. “it’s not that.” he’s starting to get up from his stool and you feel the urge to follow his actions, getting into position before someone can take advantage of your high heels and sweep your ‘date’ for the evening right from under your nose.

“all i’m saying is that he’s sad and alone and more malleable than ever. i bet i can make him give in in less than an hour-“

“what’s his name, han?”

his smile reaches his eyes and you kinda want to wipe it off with a well-placed slap. “why? you wanna join us?”

“han.”

“okay, okay. chill… his name is bang christopher chan.”

the soft music coming from the grand piano crackles like a broken vinyl and you wish that looks could kill because you are right. again.

“jisung.” you feel your angry voice echo in the small space between you.

wide eyes and a burst of nervous laughter is all he can muster when you stare at him like you want to wipe him off the face of the earth. “what? what did i do? why are you looking at me like that?”

you lower your voice lest anyone hears you. “what did you do? are you sure you want me to tell you what the fuck you did? because i won’t be cute about it.”

he rolls his eyes like he always does to de-escalate with you, the initial worry, fades into a smug nonchalance. “just tell me and stop being so dramatic, Y/N. also, be quick, i have a job to do.” he’s looking around expectantly. it’s mostly for dramatics —you know it— but you’re getting antsy.

he goes to leave but you grab his arm and squeeze it so hard that it hurts. “wanna go toe to toe with me, han? he is my fucking target, i’ve been gathering information on him for days and i won’t let you take him away from me, understand?”

and there it is. that horribly attractive smirk. the one where a corner of his mouth is more raised than the other, the one that’s always there when he makes you lose your shit, the one you remember all too well. “but sweetheart, he’s not yours.” his lips come in a pout. “he’s actually free real estate for everyone in here and i bet my ass, he’ll be far too gone for me before you even have the time to get him with your little dirty tricks.”

you’re about to bite back but before you can threaten him more, the most stunning man you’ve ever seen in your short, mediocre life, takes a hesitant step into the golden hall.

he looks completely lost and his innocent dark eyes look around nervously, softening his sharp features. his platinum hair frames his face perfectly and reflects the artificial light of the hall making him look like an angel.

beside you, a blushing jisung tries to regain his signature charming composure before diving in the crowd and chasing after the unsuspecting music prodigy.

and just like that, the dance of the thieves begins. again.

—

you’ve been sitting at this poker table for what feels like hours and your target has lost each and every game, but still finds the motivation to keep taking out of his pockets what seems like infinite fiches; an ever-full flute of sparkling million-dollar champagne in reach and hands softly moving up and down yours and jisung’s thigh.

the evening is fading into night more quickly than you would have liked to if you were under normal circumstances. ‘fantastic, you’re going to have to work overtime again’ is what you would have thought if the company you had was horribly uninteresting but that —fortunately or not— is not the case.

when you and your unintentional ‘hunting mate’ attacked what you both thought was an unsuspecting prey with every sweet word and praise in your modest arsenal, you didn't take into account that bang christopher chan was a huge and terribly skilled flirt.

how can a single man make two of the best con artists —actors, if one will— in the city feel like flustered teenagers talking to their crush? you can’t really understand it and more often than not you just have to exchange an unbelieving look with jisung to see if he is actually seeing this shit too and you’re not just hallucinating in the middle of the casino.

you’re lost in your conspiracy theories when chan’s warm hand taps you twice just below your chin. “something on your mind, baby?”

you gulp and try to hide your blushing face from your sworn enemy into the blond’s shoulder. “no chan, just… i don’t understand why you keep playing if you haven’t won anything.” your tone is mellow, sweet. you see jisung slightly cringe from the other side of the prey.

chan lets out an airy laugh. his cheeks are flushed with the shade of alcohol and you swear you’re being hypnotized because you can’t recognize yourself as you smile fondly at the soft dimples that appear on his angelic face. “you know what they say, baby: ‘lucky at cards, unlucky in love’, and we wouldn’t want that, right hannie?”

jisung almost chokes on his saliva at the slightly slurred nickname and sticks to nodding his head no. it makes him feel giddy having the man’s hot breath tickle his neck. he’s always been sensitive there, you would know, he thinks.

you both watch in awe and, admittedly a little worry as chan elegantly drowns his fourth or fifth glass of champagne of the night, and you and jisung seem to be thinking the same thing because he glances at his wristwatch and then smirks at you in a way that assures you that he’s convinced he’s about to take home the drunk price without breaking a sweat.

“he’s mine, accept it,” he whispers when chan focuses on losing again at the table.

“you really wish you could take him, right?”

“alright, try to see it from my point of view: he’s been all over me the entire time and- ‘hannie’? do you expect him to choose you over me? like for real?”

you unceremoniously kick him under the table. “i’m really trying my absolute hardest to see things from your perspective but i just can’t get my head that far up my ass, i’m sorry.” he fakes offense. “one useful thing you can do is help me get him out of here, c’mon.”

you manage to get chan’s massive, statuary, greek-god body out of the cushioned armchair not without any struggle. he’s now hanging between the two of you, arms slung over your shoulders and you’re trying your best to drag him towards the garden maze, away from prying eyes.

“do you two need a place to stay tonight? you guys are so hot, you know?”

jisung chuckles softly. “are we now, channie?”

you almost lose balance as the blond abruptly stops in his tracks and pins han against the bushy walls of the maze. “i really do think that, baby and you can’t even begin to understand what i would do to the two of you right now if i could.” the last part is breathed out as a promise and at this point, you’re too hot and bothered by the way he possessively holds your waist that you’re ready for everything and anything he has in mind. “you would like that, wouldn’t you Y/N?”

“i- uh, yeah?”

“good girl, i knew you would…” a sentence so unimportant, so utterly insignificant as he slowly starts painting a trail of wet kisses down jisung’s neck, and in response, your colleague lets out a breathy moan.

then chan is laughing again and you know he’s not yet sobered up.

“what the fuck is happening to us!?”

you can see the center of the maze and he starts dragging chan’s body again but it’s evident he’s as shocked as you are. “i don’t fucking know! i just know i want him to do… unspeakable things to us.”

you choke on spit. “us!?”

eyebrows raised to the sky, eyes that look like they’re going to pop off any second now and he raises both his hands, shrugging his shoulders. you don’t even hear the deaf thump of chan’s body dropping dead on the grassy trail. “i guess!? if you were having a hard time noticing, i like you! love you even! since I was old enough to understand what these feelings meant!”

“ji, w-what?” you called him that a lot when you were partners and you can see on his face that he remembers.

“yeah… and- and you hurt me Y/N. you hurt me so much and despite that i still-”

you grimace but you have to stop him. “jisung i’m so sorry but where is chan? where did he go?”

“-what?”

you get back to back with jisung as the lights of the maze shut down for a second and are immediately switched back on, pointed straight at your faces, constricting you in a prison of spotlights.

from the bushes, in the dark, you can vaguely make out seven silhouettes approaching you slowly, menacingly.

“by the way i just told you that i love you and you didn’t even acknowledge me,” he mutters as to not draw too much attention.

“oh, sorry i’m not reacting to this news with appropriate excitement but i’m really freaking out right now!”

“you don’t have to worry as long as we’re together.”

you throw a surprised look over your shoulder. “oh wow, so now you’re staying?”

“why, what did you expect?”

“i expected you to run, jisung! to leave me just like you did before!

“did i run Y/N?! or was it you? you told me you didn’t need me anymore and i didn’t want to be the weight that kept you from living the life you wanted!”

“you say you loved me but you accepted the job! you didn’t even ask me to stay!”

“because you left our apartment before i could even try anything! i didn’t want the job before you ran away from us!”

a loud and mocking laugh reveals the first of the looming figures from the bushes “my god, chan they’re hilarious, you were right.”

and then he emerges from the shadows in all his sober glory. “now, now minho, you know i don’t lie.” he stares intensely at you and smirks. you can’t even form a coherent thought.

another figure comes into the light. this one is blonde like chan but is dangerously swinging a bat in circles and jisung is sure he doesn’t like that. “i like the chick but are you sure i can’t punch him in the face?”

“yes, i’m sure hyunjin. calm down.”

“what if i break his nose just a little bit? i mean, it’s not like i’m killing anyone!

a deep voice from the back echoes in the air. “what do you want? a gold star?!”

you drop your arms from the fighting stance you had. “i’m sorry but who are you all?”

silence drops. the only thing that resonates in the small center of the maze is chan’s feet crunching the gravel under his elegant shoes. when he’s close enough that you can smell his cologne he opens his arms and six shadows spread out on his sides like wings. “we’re stray kids,” he pauses, “and you’re going to be working with us from now on.”

“and like i already said, i don’t lie. i do want to do things to both of you.”

“to us?” jisung’s voice is high with excitement.

“to you, with you, we'll see where this journey takes us, won’t we baby?”

you can’t stop yourself from letting out a little squeal and he smiles.

“see, you two are too much fun to rot in this city.”

SIX MONTHS LATER.

you wish you could stay like this forever. you really do. but you have a job to prepare for and they know it too even if they're blatantly choosing to avoid the truth.

the bed sheets smell clean, the tropical sun is warm on your skin, a soft breeze makes the white curtains fly around the room, and you can hear the sound of the waves crashing on the shore just outside the beautiful beach house with the occasional loud laughter of changbin who's playing some stupid game with the others on the porch.

so, yes. it's hard to get up from the white-lined bed especially if you're basically head-locked into the strongest and bulkiest chest you've ever had the pleasure of sleeping on.

you shift slightly and chan whines from under you. he can be such a baby when things are not to his liking and you honestly love this drowsy part of him.

you prop yourself on his chest and start to leave on his smooth chest little pecks, bites. some are harsher and you can feel him tense. "channie, baby, i have to get things ready for tonight." he stirs. "and you and ji should too, you know?"

at his name being uttered with such affection, the other man slowly blinks and fondly stares up at you from his sheltered position under chan's arm. he watches you as you talk to your lover and can't help but smile. just smile at how happy and calm you look despite the uncertain past he knows you both had.

you catch him watching you and he's happy you don't keep to yourself the airy chuckle that leaves your parted mouth.

you lean over chan's body to reach your old nemesis. one kiss on the forehead, one on the nose, and the last -the most important, jisung thinks- on his mouth. sweet, long.

at the commotion, chan releases you from his hold and turns to hug the other man.

now you can prepare for what awaits you all this evening.

the all-time greatest heist of your life.

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