#jack frost!jisung

[rnjfy]

snow ducks — pjs.

in which park jisung loved snow ducks, but he loved you more.

a/n: merry christmas to those who celebrate! i’m back after almost a year (LOL) to drop this jack frost!jisung au that’s been rotting in my drafts ever since he’d dyed his hair for glimo T_T

warning/s: f!reader x jisung, mild profanity (like one or two), not proofread, fluff & angst if you squint, jisung and reader are CLUELESS, insinuations of a rough past, jisung as jack frost (because this is a warning in and of itself)

jisung couldn’t have imagined getting used to a life where no one knew his name. a life where everyone seemed to walk right through his body even when he was standing directly in front of them, his dark blue jacket hanging loosely on his body—bare feet feeling numb despite the cold concrete beneath them.

alas, he didn’t really have a choice. waking up to the man in the moon telling him that he was special? that’s what thrusted him into his new lifestyle.

“jack frost?” the curious tone of a short brown haired girl tore his attention away from his dwindling thoughts—she was staring cluelessly up at her father, who watched her from the family’s porch.

jisung huffs, a small smirk already pulling at his lips. he’s heard this conversation a thousand times, but he was always curious as to how each parent would spin the story and he in-turn was pleasantly surprised at the amount of different takes each parent would tell their kids.

the man clears his throat before repeating the same old folklore the people of the city had made up about the white haired boy, yet with a new-found twist. “if you stay outside too long, jack frost will come and freeze you up!”

this makes the teenage boy chuckle, his staff hanging freely on his fingertips. sure, he can cause a blizzard with just the touch of them thanks to the man in the moon, but even he wouldn’t do that to a little girl. though, his sharp eyes watches her gasp before she rushes up from her spot in front of their house, the snow beneath her feet crackles as she giggles into her dads arms.

jisung doesn’t know what makes his heart freeze, the lonely feeling he gets from the heartwarming family gesture—or the snowstorm he seems to be brewing over the city of pennsylvania.

—

“you were out again?”

jisung sighs. he didn’t want to be sitting through another one of the tooth fairy’s lectures and with this one being his third of the week, he could probably recite her lecture off the top of his head.

her wings were fluttering rapidly as her cheeks tinted pink with how frustrated she was with him. “you didn’t throw snowballs at a child’s head again did you?”

a laugh almost bubbles from his lips. almost.

“that was one time! and they had fun didn’t they?” the boy grins as he twirls the small snowflakes around in the air above his fingers. he watches as she relaxes a tiny bit, her wings still making the slight fluttering noise he’s learned to drown out. the green fairy sighs, tired from having to say the same thing over and over again to the michievous boy standing in front of her with absolutely no care in the world.

“don’t let north find out, okay? he’ll rip your head right off.” she ends her lecture short with a small murmur, which catches jisung off guard. her bright smile flashes at him before she’s whisked away by one of her many fairies.

being a guardian wasn’t always easy, he was a teenage boy for god’s sake and having to deal with everything a boy his age does on top of having to be a ‘role model’ for millions of kids out in the world—meant finding time for him to just be himself, the teenage jisung park, was a scarce opportunity. he knew the tooth fairy only meant well, they all did, even the easter bunny. but he felt like they didn’t understand. they didn’t know about the grip his past had on him, a past that he isn’t even fully aware about yet. they didn’t know that sometimes all he yearns for are answers to who he really is.

but despite all this, he picks up his staff with his gaze trailing over the hundreds of elves scattered across the north pole.

and the white haired boy is gone—with only a small snowflake left in his place.

—

over the years, jisung’s learned to ignore the ache in his chest that longs to search for the answers to the questions swirling in his head. instead, he enjoys walking in the silence of the night—the glow from sandman’s magic lights his path as he prods at the floor beneath him.

he welcomes the cold, the one thing that has brought him comfort over these last few years. watching the ice create beautiful shapes on the pavement strangely relaxes him as he hums a soft song he doesn’t remember, though his heart seems to recognize the familiar tune.

“great job, sandy.” jisung whispers into the dead of the night, watching proudly as the yellow sand sifts into each house he passes by.

the boy lifts himself into the air with little to no effort. he lets a chuckle slip past his lips as his fingers feel through the sandman’s ‘dream trail’ as he likes to call it. jisung has always admired him, his power to soothe children and provide them with heart warming dreams to keep their sleep from being distrupted.

on nights like this, cold and lonely ones, he misses his home deeply. he knows it sounds ridiculous, to miss a home he doesn’t even remember, but he dreams that he had a family. one that would snuggle under one blanket on nights like this one—one that would wake each other up on christmas day because north or ‘santa’ had decided to pay them a visit.

he’s snapped out of his daydream though when he spots you sitting in front of your house. jisung’s never been one to keep track of time, but judging off the dream trail, he was pretty sure that it was late enough for no one to be out. you seemed to be busying yourself with something in the snow, so he takes this as his sign to drop down from the wires he’d been standing on previously.

“ducks?” he’s confused when he sees enough ducks made of snow sitting in a straight line, all of them nearly identical to each other.

his curious mind pushes him to wander towards your hunched figure, but something in him makes him cautious—almost like approaching you was a mistake.

jisung chooses to ignore the unfamiliar feeling, his feet making no marks in the snow as he squats next to you, his staff standing tall next to both of your figures.

his eyes linger on your face, the top of your head was covered in a black beanie with a pom pom sitting at the top. you were clad in your pajamas and a jacket—an outfit that kind of matched his—your cheeks and nose were both stained pink from the cold, but your eyes shimmered in happiness as you continued to make another duck.

“you kind of look like a ryan to me..?” he’s startled by the warmth in your voice, followed by the soft giggles that left your lips.

he could tell you were his age, something he oddly never encounters. he’s used to seeing toddlers running and playing around in the snow, so the weird feeling of familiarity settles in his chest as you put down the duck-making-contraption to blow some warmth into your hands.

you don’t seem to notice him, not like he expected you to, but it’s when you whisper something into the cold air that has him rooted to his place on the ground.

“i hope you still like ducks, ‘sung. i made too many for you to not like them anymore! happy birthday, wherever you are.”

and you disappear back into your house after picking up your contraption.

—

“how would she even know who i am?! i sure as hell don’t know who she is!” jisung was close to ripping the frosty white hair off his head and his feet were burning the solid floor of the north pole from the amount of pacing he’s been doing since he had gotten there an hour before all the elves had woken up and gotten to work.

north’s jaw ticks as he sighs for what felt like the millionth time that morning. “for the last time, jack, she probably means someone else! it’s not like you’re the only “jisung” in the world.”

the rest of the guardians bob their heads in aggreement, soft murmurs of their own comments all mesh into one—but jisung decides against them all. he felt a physical pull towards you, the shape of your face, the way you spoke and the way your eyes shone in the moonlight… all those things felt so familiar, but he was driving himself crazy as to why it all felt the way it did.

“i’m telling you. she knows who i am!”

he was frustrated. the feeling of familiarity in his chest was addicting and so very comforting. he wanted to know who you were—how you knew him—well, he was so sure that he was the “‘sung” you were talking about.

his heart was racing so loudly that it was pumping in his ears. the questions that were screaming at him made his head spin. it wasn’t like the helplessness he felt when he couldn’t remember his past. this… this was world’s apart from that.

despite it all, jisung’s pacing seems to slow to a stop before his eyes narrow into slits. the silence of a certain green fairy was enough for his mind to swirl with a couple thousand more questions.

his gaze hardens like the ice he’s able to create with his fingertips, “you know something.”

the phrase comes out bitter and demanding. something the younger boy has never used especially around any of the guardians. he watches as the fairy’s eyes dart to everything in the room except him, explanations spilling from her mouth.

“no i don’t! who said i did? was it one of my own? because there’s absolutely noooo way i know anything! nothing! nada! zer—“

the tooth fairy bites her lip as she watches jisung’s grip tighten on the wooden staff.

“park,” north’s voice is low, the warning clear in his tone. he loves jisung like he would love his own son if he had one, but he would not and will not tolerate him hurting any of the other guardians.

not like he could ever do that.

“you’re going to tell me what you know right now.” the frustration is evident in his voice. he was tired of being left in the dark—forced to fend for himself when that’s all he’s been doing for so long. too long.

the fairy fiddles with her fingers, her wings flapping at an even faster rate behind her. “i-i don’t know much. but—i have your teeth. f-from when you were just jisung park.”

the world seems to slow to a stop. jisung’s read about it happening in some books he found in the nooks and crannies of the north pole, but he hadn’t expected it to feel like it did.

he knew what that meant. she had once told him that all the teeth she had collected from each kid held a memory from their lives. the collection of memories all locked in the gold tube he used to gaze at with so much curiosity, the memories unlocked by one touch of his finger.

the silence was suffocating him—and suddenly he couldn’t breathe.

“jisung. you have to calm down.”

the worried gaze of the easter bunny somewhat helps him, though his rapid breaths were starting to be difficult on his lungs. hearing how something so crucial to figuring out his past, to figuring out who he is, was kept from him by someone he’s kept so close for the past few years seemed to be crushing him.

“y-you… you had the answers to my questions all this time… and you didn’t… you didn’t tell me?” heartbreak drips from his tone. all those nights he spent trying to shut out the loud thoughts in his head—all of which could’ve been solved if the tooth fairy had just told him what she just did.

“we wanted you to embrace who you are now, jack. you’re a guardian now, it doesn’t matter what happened in the past—“

“that’s not for you to decide!” his rough shout startles everyone in the room, even some of the elves. his eyes sting from the unshed tears he’s determined to keep from rolling down his cheeks.

“it wasn’t your right to take that from me. those are my memories, my past, my life!” jisung’s breathing hard now. the intensity of how painful this secret was overbearing. and the fact that everyone knew? not just the tooth fairy? that’s what hurt him most.

he scoffs, the grip on his staff tightening as he lifts his hood up above his head.

“i can’t believe any of you.” he ignores the way they all scramble after him, pleading for him to calm down—he needed to be somewhere else, anywhere else but in a room full of people who just shattered his already bruised heart.

—

you couldn’t stand the cold. you prefer to be out on a sunny and warm day than to play in the snow while simultaneously freezing to death.

so why were you standing out in the cold?

you wished you could say that you didn’t know. that somehow, the cold just brought you some source of comfort and that you couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason as to why. but you did know. you know that you’re out here because of a certain boy and how he always loved the snow. how he knew how to handle himself on ice, even when it was freezing and his teeth were chattering.

“y/n? come back inside, dear. it’s freezing!” the voice of your mother pulls you from your everlasting thoughts of the boy you loved, as it almost always did.

you turn to look at her and you see the pity in her eyes. you know she can tell whenever you start to get out of sorts over your best friend who went missing four years ago now. she’s seen the ducks left out, just like you do for every birthday that’s passed without him.

“i’ll be in in a minute, mom.” you smile, a genuine one, soaking in the cold for a little bit more when you hear your front door gently closing after a soft reply from your mom.

you hadn’t known what happened to your best friend, and he never got the justice you felt he deserved. but him disappearing without a trace seemed to scream ‘runaway!’ to the police, so his case was dropped, much to yours and your family’s devastation. you still remember the day you found out he disappeared like it was yesterday.

“where’s this boy at?” your irritated sigh is acxompanied with a white puff from your mouth, the cold atmosphere made your breath visible as your teeth chattered and your fingers trembled.

despite it all, you were there. waiting in front of the fountain of your town like you always do when winter starts.

‘hello! this is jisung, i don’t seem to have heard your call or—shit y/n cut that out! sorry uh… leave your message at the beep, okay bye!’

“damn it.” the frustration was settling in, your eyes gazing at the digital numbers taunting you on your phone. it’s almost been an hour since you were supposed to meet jisung here—either he had forgotten your plans, or he simply liked to torture you because he knew how much you hated the cold—and if it was the latter, you were certain you’d kill him.

your phone rings in your hands and you hurriedly pick up, expecting to hear your best friends deep voice scrambling with apologies.

“jisu—“

“…honey? where are you? mrs. park just called to say that jisung’s gone missing…”

your life hasn’t been the same ever since. you never heard a peep from the boy—and even after a whole year of you texting his number, someone else eventually answered, regretfully telling you that they weren’t jisung, but an older lady named kira.

which was a weird experience, but your parents were glad that you had finally let go of texting your missing best friend. they knew you would take the news the hardest. you were head over heels for this boy, and seeing as how you both were attached at the hip—they were worried for how you’d cope.

and they’ve settled that you making ducks out of snow once a year seems to be the perfect way to cope for you.

“this is stupid,” you mutter, more to yourself than anyone in particular. you gaze at the perfectly lined up ducks. eighteen of them.

that’s how old jisung would’ve turned that year.

when your fingers start to feel numb, the cold air seeming to get even colder, you decide that maybe it’s time to head back inside. you glance one more time over at the eighteen ducks sitting neatly at the front of your porch. a small flicker in you hopes that one day, they somehow bring jisung home.

—

he didn’t know what he was doing here. after all that happened in the north pole, he just let the wind take him anywhere. his mind was too busy to figure out where he’d stay before returning back to the north pole when everything was sorted out in his mind and heart.

and that’s how he finds himself standing next to you. his hood is up and his tight grip on his staff causes you to let out a small shiver.

he can tell you’re feeling somber, your eyes weren’t as happy as they were when he first saw you and your gaze seemed to linger at nothing in particular.

he watches as you purse your lips before slowly heading back inside. jisung didn’t know who you were, but being next to you warmed his freezing heart with a sense of familiarity he hasn’t felt in so long.

“eighteen…” his soft mumble is heard by no one, he had counted the ducks you had lined up by your house.

he wonders why you had decided to make that many, but a small smile tugs at his lips when he uses his magic to create a small pile of snow around the ducks, forming a small fence around all of them.

jisung’s torn from his thoughts when he hears soft chatter coming from the inside of your house, his curiosity getting the better of him while he stands to steal a glance from your window.

“hey hon. do you want to pay jisung a visit?” an older man looks directly at you as he fixes his tie, your slightly smaller stature stands in front of him, clad in the same outfit he saw you standing in earlier—minus a set of blue gloves.

the mention of his name has him attempting to hear your conversation better. he strains to hear over his racing heart, but he hears you reply with a hesitant ‘sure’. even from where he’s standing, he can see the fear in your eyes. he doesn’t exactly know why they glisten with unshed tears and he looks away as your family gathers around you in a group hug. he felt like he was intruding an important family moment.

he’s not sure how much time has passed with how he was trying hard not to eavesdrop, but your front door suddenly nudges open, surprising him almost enough to drop his staff.

“you made a little fence?” jisung hears the grin on your mom’s face and he turns to you to find you staring at his little creation around your ducks.

your face is turned down into a frown, your hands clad in the blue gloves you were wearing the first time he saw you that day. “i didn’t.”

this seems to silence your parents as they watch you with curious eyes. you looked conflicted, almost as if you didn’t know whether or not you liked the fact that someone had added to your small creation.

“well… then maybe jack frost did it?”

jisung perks up at the mention of his name, (well his alter ego’s name, you could say) his jaw slacks at the playful tone your father had taken when talking about him. but your eyes immediately roll into the back of your head.

“yeah, whatever.” the last word was mumbled underneath your breath, but he heard it loud and clear. he couldn’t understand why you not believing in him hurt the most, even when he knew you didn’t just by the fact that you couldn’t see him.

he watches dejectedly as your family gets into your car, you taking the back seat while your family sit in the front. your head bobs to music that was probably playing on the radio, and all he could do is stand on your porch as your dad drives you all away.

—

“let me see my memories.” the tone he’s chosen to use wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t harsh either.

jisung’s staring straight at the tooth fairy, who was in the middle of sorting out a problem with her baby fairies. she stills and purses her lips, looking at the teenage boy with red-rimmed eyes.

he’s had enough of the lies, tired of the way the rest of the guardians seem to think they can decide what he wants to do with who he is and the past that holds the answers to everything he had questioned the man in the moon ever since he had become jack frost.

“what happened, jisung?” her concern is waved off by the cold boy, the grip on his staff was tightening. “please, toothiana.”

his low whisper gets to her. he never calls her by her name unless things get too difiicult, for either of them. she could hear the pain hidden by his tough front, but she could tell that the boy was having an incredibly hard time.

“you’ve kept this from me for long enough. i’m tired of having to… look towards the moon and get no response every night for something i know is right here with you—!” his voice strains from the pain he’s trying so hard to hide from her.

the fairy sighs—conflicted by the care she holds for him and her duty to protect him. “…okay.”

jisung was fairly surprised by how quickly she agreed to him, but she wasn’t sure if she should even be allowing him to see his memories, strict rules from north was taunting her mind. but, with one more glance at jisung, she knows that she just doesn’t have the heart to keep it from him.

he watches silently as she flutters over to the hidden cases of teeth she had collected over the years, her fingers skimming over thousands of tabs—one shiny case slipping out into her awaiting hands.

“just… we’re here for you, jisung. okay? if you need us…” the fairy gently places the gold tube in his hands before leaving him alone to discover the memories lying in the gold case.

he wasn’t sure about what was preventing him from diving head first into his memories, but his gaze remained trained on the small image on the side of the tube, one that looked like his younger self. the silence he was left with seemed to scream at him to touch the white surface.

‘sung! jisung, where are you?!

he wanted to call out to the voice, tell them that he was right here and that he was doing just fine. he could hear the panic in the unfamiliar voice despite it being muffled and quiet.

being in this moment scared him more than anything ever has—he could have his memories in his hands right now and they were all at the touch of his fingertips. but the idea of it all overwhelmed him, pushing his heart to rage against his chest.

jisung… where did you go?

“i’m right here.” his whisper is heard by no one.

—

“that’s so stupid!” the room is filled with giggles as the boy attempts to flip whipped cream up from the back of his hand and into his mouth.

with a cute frown, “it is not! and it’s so possible.” jisung rolls his eyes, slapping his wrist and missing for the hundredth time.

this only causes the two kids to fall into even more fits of giggles, the whipped cream landing on the young boy’s forehead. he looked incredibly silly, but nothing could have prepared the younger girl for how adorable he looked, despite it all.

“shouldn’t you get going? or do you wanna stay over tonight?” she breaks the comfortable atmosphere with the tough question. the girl knew how sensitive the topic of jisung’s parents were, which is why she attempted to avoid it as much as she could. but it was late, and if he didn’t go home now, he would for sure be in trouble.

his deep sigh is what meets the soft question, and though he tries to hide behind a smile, she knew he was hurting.

“is it okay if i stay over?”

she never asks why, but that’s why jisung’s so lucky to have the girl sitting in front of him. his question is met by a soft nod from her, eliciting his lips to tug into a small smile.

“you’re the best.”

the sliver of a memory soothes one of jisung’s many curiosities. the small gold case he’s holding opened up one of his many lost memories, one that he knows was treasured by his younger self. the sight of the faceless girl haunts his mind as he imagines the memory over and over again. who was she to him?

“damn it,” jisung huffs when he feels frustrated tears sting at his eyes.

he could tell by the one memory he allowed himself to see—that the reason the guardians were hiding this from him, was because of the difficult past he was dealt with. he may not remember any of it, but slowly it was piecing itself together.

—

you hated this day. and with every year that passes, you’d wonder if it would ever get easier, but it never does. seeing your best friend’s name engraved on a tombstone was never an easy sight. it never failed to bring you to tears.

your parents would always carry a new boquet of hyacinths, jisung’s favorite flower according to you. the three of you would arrive at his grave, a different boquet already sitting at the feet of his tombstone.

you had your hands in your pockets and your gaze settled on the floor—so you didn’t notice a certain white haired boy who had settled himself on your porch.

“woah. what the hell?!” your loud voice seems to go ignored by your parents as they head into your house. your heart was racing at the sight of the unknown boy who seemed just as startled as you were.

jisung’s eyes are blown wide as he stares back at you, “y-you can see me…?”

you’re clutching at your jacket as you stare at him, bewildered. what the hell?

“yes i can see you, y-you freak! who the hell are you?!”

he stumbles as he picks up his staff, the hood resting on his head falls as he slowly steps off your porch. “shh, dude. you have to be quiet.”

jisung doesn’t know what he’s doing. he came here to get some piece of mind—and when your car came rolling up your driveway, he wasn’t expecting you to see him.

“you expect me to be quiet when you’re just mmf—!”

both of you are surprised when jisung surges forward and covers your mouth with his hand. you’re stunned at his action, his palm feeling cold as ice against your skin.

“no one else sees me. i don’t know why you do, though. so you have to shut up.” he’s quiet now, his eyes turning to your front door, trying to see if your parents were going to come out at any moment.

“who the hell are you?” your voice is slightly calm now, the boy stands sheepishly in front of you. his silence gives you a moment to look him over, a ridiculous wooden staff is sitting between his fingers—a blue hoodie clads his skinny figure and his feet were bare against the white snow covering your front yard.

“i’m—uh… jack..?” he watches, amused at how you seem to stare at him with disbelief.

“jack?” you whisper, your jaw unclenches as he nods at your question. an easy smile dancing on his lips.

he honestly has no idea what he’s doing. but he does know that he’s enjoying it.

“yeah! jack frost, ever heard of me?” he smiles lazily. it wasn’t everyday that he could introduce himself as the fairytale that he seems to have become over the past for years to anyone.

your frown is instant. jisung watched as your eyes danced across his face, taking in the familiarity of his older, colder features.

he expected anything. maybe a jaw drop. maybe a gasp, maybe even an eyebrow raise with some questioning as to whether or not he was serious.

what he didn’t expect though, was for your eyes to widen before your body crumpled to the ground.

—

the warmth of your bed is the first thing that you register when you wake from the strangest dream.

you’d seen jisung. you were sure of it. his hair was as white as snow, and he stared at you with not one hint of recognition—just mischief and a little disbelief at the idea of you seeing him.

“jack…” your murmur disturbed the silence of your bedroom. sitting up, your blanket fell off your shoulders. you were still in the clothes you wore to jisung’s grave, and the moonlight spilling into your room was the only source of light that illuminated your space.

confusion and sadness wraps itself around your heart as you try and shake the feelings that your dream had welcomed back into your head.

unbeknownst to you, frost begins to form on the corners of your closed window as a certain white haired boy perches himself on your roof—his grip on his wooden staff tightening at your quiet whisper.

he didn’t know who you were—not up until a few days ago, anyway. so why did a flash of recognition cross your eyes before you tumbled to the ground?

was that his confirmation that he was the jisung you were talking about? but how?

the jisung you knew was dead. and he was very much alive. albeit, invisible to everyone, but alive. except he wasn’t invisible to you.

the cold boy’s eyes wandered up to the moon, glaring at it as it seemed to be taunting him from above. how could he possibly have more questions now that he’d watched one memory from his stupid golden tooth capsule?

with one last huff (and a glance towards your now peaceful figure tucked away underneath your blanket), jisung stands—and lets the air take him far away from your house.

—

“jisung! don’t go so fast!”

giggles erupt into the air as jisung grips onto the girl’s arms, leading them both across the frozen water.

his smile was bright enough to light up the darkest of nights, watching as the girl struggles to balance herself on the slipper surface.

“you’re alright.” he murmurs to her, grinning as a splash of pink settles on her cheeks.

the girl shakes her head, her grip on his arms tightening as she feels their speed start to pick up once more. “i swear to God, park jisung, if we fall—“

“don’t worry, darling. i won’t ever let you fall.”

“jack?” the tooth fairy’s tentative voice cracks jisung’s concentration as he shuts the golden capsule shut.

she eyes him, watching as he buries what he felt by what he saw deep beneath his surface. he clears his throat before shoving the capsule into the pocket that rests on the bottom of his sweater.

“what’s up?”

her wings flutter furiously as she flies herself over to him. “are… are you alright?”

and the concern in her voice—pisses him off.

“yeah. never better.” jisung smiles at her, allowing his frustration to coat his words and drip off them.

he watches as she flinches at the harshness of his words, her mouth forming a slight pout, and guilt tugs at his heart. he sighs, trying to shake the frustration from his mind.

“i’m sorry.” he murmurs, turning away from the fairy to reel back his emotions. technically, it wasn’t her fault that the memory of the girl was flawed. so it wasn’t fair to the tooth fairy that he was taking his frustrations out on her.

she smiles slightly, reaching up to fluff his hair.

“i’m sorry too, jack.”

their eyes meet and he feels his resolve cracking just a tiny bit. he had always loved the tooth fairy in a sort of, sisterly kind of way, even when she’d piss him off a lot of the time.

she bites her lip, her wings fluttering as she brings herself back down to her feet.

“…did opening your tooth box help with anything?” she asks hesitantly, unsure of how he’d taken the weight of his past.

jisung swallows. his grip on the golden capsule tightens as he avoids her gaze.

“it… it actually raised a lot more questions.” he sighs, his jaw clenching as the image of the faceless girl forces its way back into his mind.

the tooth fairy frowns, watching him closely. “how so?”

“i haven’t actually fully opened it. i could only let myself see two memories,” she nods, listening intently as jisung runs his hand through his hair.

he bites his lip, a frown making its way onto his face before he continued, “both of which had this girl. we were inseparable, apparently. but in both memories her face is blurred.”

the green fairy sighs. “that does happen to some tooth boxes. either the memories are tampered with time, or they were simply memories that the child wanted to block out. but you did say that you and the girl seemed close? i wonder why younger you had wanted to block those memories out…”

jisung’s eyes fall closed, frustration swirling beneath his chest once more.

he’d taken his tooth box in hopes for answers. and yet here he stands, more and more questions filling his mind—and suffocating his peace.

—

“you’re here.”

your voice came out breathless, though you didn’t mean for it to be. jisung was sitting on your fence, snowflakes flying from his fingertips and his staff at his feet.

his eyes darted to your figure and his lips turned up into a grin. “hello to you too!”

your heart stutters in your chest. so it wasn’t a dream.

jisung grins when he hops off your fence to make his way to you. his staff hanging comfortably from his hands. there was a sense of familiarity that drew him to you, a weird feeling that oddly—reminded him of home.

“you, good lady, happen to be one of the only humans that can see me.” jisung smiles wider when he reaches to stand right in front of you. your neck cranes to look into his eyes, and it satisfies a small part of him that he chooses to ignore.

“good lady?” jisung laughs as you cringe, pushing the hood off his head.

“y’know, like good sir?” you roll your eyes as jisung nods his head to the pile of snow in front of the two of you.

your eyes widen as they finally register the sheer amount of ducks that have been spread across your yard. “what… the?”

jisung laughs and scratches the back of his neck as he watches your reaction carefully.

“i saw you that day. you were making ducks with that contraption of yours—figured it’d be a lot faster if i made them for you.”

you’re still staring at the snow ducks, all in different shapes and sizes, your voice having evaded your throat.

jisung shuffles on his feet, unsure of what to make of your silence. he flicks his fingers at the ducks and watches happily as they come to life.

“this is… this is awesome, jack.”

he stiffens at the name, but smiles nonetheless. you step forward to crouch closer to the ducks, laughing when some of them waddle around you. jisung grins, flicking his wrist to create even more magic with the snow that shoots from his fingertips.

your giggles fill the air as he makes snow glide through the air, before bursting into tiny snowflakes that glitter as the sunshine hits them.

jisung?

the oddly familiar voice distracts the white haired boy, his fingers freezing in the air. you’re still distracted by the snowflakes when jisung feels for the tooth box in his pocket.

‘sung, where’d you go?

“i-i gotta go. i forgot i had some place to be.” he murmurs, tugging the hood of his hoodie back over his head.

your eyes linger on the little ducks all over your feet, “alright. when will i—?”

when you finally tear your eyes away from the snow, the icy boy is nowhere to be found.

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i… i’m right here.

it was weirdly quiet. jisung felt like he was floating, which was definitely not something he was used to. his eyes were closed, and he couldn’t seem to peel them open.

“park jisung, i swear if you’re hiding just to scare me, i’m going to kill you!”

y/n. where were you? your voice sounded so far away.

it was cold. jisung felt the bite of the freezing winter air, but he didn’t feel the need to care at all.

“‘sung, seriously…” you sounded annoyed. but he was right there.

i’m here!

jisung was convinced that he was trapped in a dream. he couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes, or to reply to your annoyed cries.

then he heard your phone ring—a heartbroken gasp tumbles past your lips, and hurried footsteps fade farther and farther away from him.

y/n! i’m right here…

“y/n.” jisung gasps, the tooth box slipping from his fingers. the truth slams into him and brings him to his knees.

your last memory of him, was that he’d ditched you. the revelation wraps around his heart as tears push their way past his strong exterior.

for years he had longed to know who he had been before the man in the moon chose him to be a guardian. for years he longed for a family—one that knew him as park jisung and not as jack frost.

and now, the answers to his prayers were right there, within his reach.

“jack?” north’s deep voice brings him out of the haze he was drowning in.

tears were blurring his vision, but he stood, grabbing his staff before wiping them off with his sleeve. “i… i have a family.”

jisung’s soft voice brings a small smile onto north’s face. the rest of the guardians had been just that all their lives, guardians. jack—jisung, had been the only one who was turned into a guardian after a tragedy that had struck his life.

north had hoped to keep him in the dark for as long as possible, though he knew it was never going to end up that way. when jisung was first introduced as a guardian, he had been so clueless—so accepting of his fate as jack frost, that north had felt it’d been best to allow him to learn to love himself as jack frost, even if that meant not knowing who he was as park jisung.

he had, obviously, been wrong.

“go, ji.”

jisung’s sobs (embarrassingly) get louder, surging forward to wrap his arms around north.

“thank you, north.”

—

something told jisung that you weren’t home. even though he passed by, eyeing the car that sat in your driveway.

the cold winter air was leading him some place else. some place closer to the girl that seemed to feel more and more like home.

“i miss you, ‘sung.”

your lonely whisper just manages to reach his ears as he slows to a stop a couple feet away from where you sat.

his eyes wandered past your seated figure, slowly taking in where the wind had taken him.

a frozen over lake. one that he knew quite well.

it was cold. jisung felt the bite of the freezing winter air, but he didn’t feel the need to care at all.

“where’d you go, ‘sung?” your heartbroken whisper echoes through the empty lake once more, and urges jisung to move closer to you.

“i’m right here.”

you’re startled—your head whips towards his figure before you’re up on your feet. you’re frowning at him, but all he can do is smile warmly back at you.

“jack? what are you—“

he moves forward, flicking his wrists to form makeshift ice skates on your feet. jisung has no idea what he’s doing, but he moves swiftly and hurriedly—transferring the two of you onto the frozen lake.

“jack!” your gasp is full of fear, your hands gripping onto his forearms as jisung glides the two of you across the frozen water.

“i’m so sorry it took me this long to remember you. to remember us, y/n.” jisung’s murmur is quiet, the cold winter air suddenly heats as your eyes find his despite the fear of falling.

it takes a second, but the truth hits you just as hard as it had him a couple hours before.

park jisung was in front of you. his brown hair hair was swapped with strands that were white as snow, his eyes were blue instead of their usual dark brown and his feet were bare—but there was no doubting the sweet smile that etched itself onto his lips and the dimples that came with it.

“…’sung?”

your whisper is breathless once more, and the smile that curves jisung’s lips could not be sweeter.

“hi, darling.”

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[marksmelodies]

the start of something new

jeno x fem! reader

warnings: cussing, sex, mentions of sex, suggestive,

minors dni!!

no proof read!

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“hey get up” you hear your best friend jeno whispering in your ear while slightly shaking you turning around to meet his face “ jen it’s so early” you whine

“ we have to leave soon the boys packed up the car already, we let you sleep as late as possible unless you want us to leave your ass here” jeno jokes

today is the day you and your best friends renjun, jeno jaemin, chenle and jisung leave to the cabin you all rented out in gangwon-do for the weekend

“okay okay i’m getting up geez” you roll your eyes getting out of bed and meeting with the rest of the boys, once everything is packed and ready to leave you all shove into the car

“ why does y/n get the passenger seat” chenle sulks

“ because i’m the one driving and i don’t want to have to listen to any of your annoying voices the whole ride” jeno says

the drive went smoothly everyone took turns playing music and talking about anything under the sun, one by one everyone started to fall asleep except you and jeno

“ i’m surprised your company let you have this many days off” you say

“ i know we basically had to beg them to let us”

“ i’m sad mark and haechan have schedules though it would be fun if we all could’ve gone”

“yeah they feel bad about not being able to make it but i told them i’m sure you’d understand”

“ of course i do” an awkward silence fell between the both of you

“ i like your hair that color” you look over to jeno

“ thank you i wasn’t sure if light colored hair would suit me”

“ i think the platinum blonde suits you, you kind of look like jack frost” you tease

“ haha so funny” jeno says sarcastically

“ i’m really excited to hang out with you jen i feel like we’ve been apart for so long” jen, the name you gave him years ago when you two first met, it made his heart flutter since the first time you ever called him that silly nickname

“ me too y/n, i know i’m always busy but no matter how tired i am i’m always down to come see you whenever you’d like”

your heart skipped a beat hearing that come from him

once arriving to the destination everyone sprints to pick a bed room, every time you go on trips together picking rooms is always a “ first come first serve” sort of deal

“ well i guess we’re rooming together” jeno laughs as you two are the last ones inside the cabin, after unpacking and getting settled everyone went out and did their own thing, jaemin and renjun went to the store, chenle and jisung went exploring and you and jeno stayed in trying to plan out activities for tomorrow

dinner time rolled around and jaemin was in charge of cooking the meat while everyone else helped out with all the other dishes, sitting by the fire listening to the boys talk about what is on their minds you slowly begin to drift off causing your body to lean onto renjuns arm, he notices this and gently moves your head into a comfortable position on his shoulder while his hands rake through you hair

jeno walks back to the group “ i got the marshmallows” he says excitedly, he sees the position you are in with renjun and his smile immediately disappears “ let me bring her upstairs i don’t want her to be sore in the morning from sleeping sitting up” jeno says

jeno begins to pick you up “ no i want to stay out here” you mumble, jeno sighs and begins to put you back down, renjun on the other hand can tell that jeno isn’t a fan of you sleeping on him “ jeno why don’t you bring her over to your seat” renjun suggests. jeno sets you down on his lap as he wraps his arms around you making sure you don’t slip

it was obvious that you and jeno were in love with each other, everyone knew it except the two of you, once the fire began to die the group headed inside getting ready for bed saying goodnight to eachother

“you wanna shower first or??” jeno asks

“ oh you can go first i don’t mind” you respond

as the water turns off you begin grabbing your shower supplies so you can get in after him, jeno opens the door with nothing but a towel around his waist, wet messy hair, water droplets dripping down his toned muscles

“ sorry i forgot my clothes” he apologizes as you scramble your way into the bathroom

water hitting your head you try to clear you head of the thoughts you’re thinking about jeno “ no this is wrong hes your best friend” you say to yourself

once both of you are finished with your night routine you lay in bed together but as far as you both can possibly get.

“ night y/n”

“night jeno”

you turn off the light and fall into a deep sleep

the sun shine in your eyes causes you to stir awake, making your way to the kitchen is chenle and jaemin making breakfast

“ had fun last night” jaemin taunts

“ oh shut up that’s gross, how many times do i have to tell you nothing is going on between us” you rant

eventually everyone wakes up and eats before the big day ahead of them starting with them going on a kayaking trip

“ come on we’re going to be late” renjun yells as everyone rushes out the door

“ you want to do a double or a single” jeno asks as you are waiting in line to check in

“ i wanna go with you” you smile at him

“ is it because you just can’t get away from me” he suggests

“ yeah totally it’s not the fact that you’re the strongest one here and can row by yourself if my little arms get tired” you joke, jeno pretends to sulk as you get situated in your kayak

the trip was a blast, kayaking was easy with jeno

jaemin and renjun on the other hand tipped their kayak into the water

once everyone had finished you guys headed home all pretty tired from being out in the sun for hours, dropping your stuff in the room you get cleaned up and all decided to watch a movie and order food

you and jeno sat on the couch while the others sat in chairs or on the floor, laying on his chest, legs tangled together, his heartbeat almost luring you off to sleep,the tension between you and jeno during the movie had you rethinking about your relationship with him

after the movie was over the boys said there goodnights and went in their rooms

“ wanna go in the hot tub” jeno suggests

“ sure that sounds fun”

you change into you bathing suit walking out to meet jeno who’s already in the hot tub

“ this feels nice” jeno states

“ mhm, i had a lot of fun today”

“ me too, we should definitely do this again”

“ yeah maybe next time just us” jeno moves closer to you

“maybe i want you all to myself”you lock eyes with him for what seems to be forever

“ is that right?” you taunt him moving your face closer to his

“ god your so hot” he whispers into your ear

“ can i kiss you” he asks before you could answer you roughly place your lips on his, jeno pulls you into his lap resting one hand on your cheek and the other on your ass

“ i’ve wanted this for so long baby”

“ oh you have no idea jen, i need you so bad” jeno takes the hint and pulls his swim trunks down, sliding your bathing suit bottom to the side and lining his dick with your pussy he guides your body down taking every inch of him

“ oh my god jeno fuck you’re huge” you moan in pleasure

“ you feel so good baby keep going”

body bouncing up and down as jeno takes your top off sucking on your tits, jeno pulls you off picking you up and placing you on the edge of the hot tub, you wrap your legs around his torso as he glides his dick in once again

“ fuck baby girl you’re so wet for me” jeno groans placing his head in the crook of your neck giving it kisses

“ i’m gonna cum jeno”

“ wait for me baby i’m almost there” his thrusts become erratic and he’s pounding into you fastly chasing his high

“ jeno i cant wait any longer i need to cum” you whisper scream

“ i’m ready, cum for me baby” the two of you release at the same time, sounds of moans being intertwined between the two of you, jeno pulls out watching his cum leak out of your tiny pussy

“ that was best sex i’ve ever had” he says looking up at you

“ yeah right” you laugh rolling your eyes

“ y/n im being so serious, you wanna know why” he asks kissing your lips gently

“ yeah tell me” you raise your eyebrows

“ this is the first time i’ve had sex with someone i’m truly in love with” you look up at him with sparkles in your eyes

“ y/n im in love with you, i’ve always had been, i just never thought you saw me in that way” he says locking eyes with you

“ i’m in love with you too jeno, from the moment i saw you im been so deeply in love, god how did we not know?”

“ i feel so stupid” he states, jeno picks you up as you wrap your arms and legs around him, lips moving together

“ can i ask you something”

“anything jen”

“ will you be my girlfriend”

“ yes a million times yes” you place your lips back onto his.

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i hope you enjoy, give me some requests if you’d like??

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[dhr-ao3]

April 2024 - Accepting Prompts

April 2024 - Accepting Prompts https://ift.tt/Wc2ZuAq by The Unknown and Unaware (TheUnknownandUnaware) Accepting prompts! Currently open! Feel free to comment on this or send me a message on Tumblr (https://ift.tt/zOqjW02). Please share with any fic reader friends you have! Words: 366, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - Fandom, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Star Wars, Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce the Veil, All Time Low, Stray Kids (Band), Dear Evan Hansen, Be More Chill, Wicked, Miraculous Ladybug, Supernatural, Disney - Fandom, Dreamworks - Fandom, percy jackson - Fandom Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux/Rose Tico, Poe Dameron/Finn, Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Vic Fuentes/Kellin Quinn, Jack Barakat/Alex Gaskarth, Hwang Hyunjin/Lee Felix, Bang Chan/Han Jisung | Han, Evan Hansen/Connor Murphy, Alana Beck/Zoe Murphy, Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell, Elphaba Thropp/Galinda Upland, Elphaba Thropp/Fiyero Tigelaar, Elphaba Thropp/Fiyero Tigelaar/Galinda Upland, Christine Daaé/Erik | Phantom of the Opera, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood)/Rapunzel (Disney), Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Merida (Disney), Freddie Benson/Carly Shay, Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson Additional Tags: Mafia AU, Hurt/Comfort, meet cute, Song fic, reunion au, pinning, Omegaverse, ABO, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Harry Potter AU, Band Fic via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/zmM2QRU April 23, 2024 at 12:03AM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

[pianovels]

(fun fact: this post is sponsored by my weird sense of humour, my last 2 brain cells, and my unwillingness to create a carrd.)

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一（♡）about

alias & pronouns: (previous alias is r.) you can call me nov, nova, or november! she/her. scorpio ☉ scorpio ☾ sagittarius ↑

personality type: infp . 9w1 . sp/so . 954 . rluei . elfv . phlegmatic-melancholic . lawful neutral . ravenclaw

i'm asian + bi, a matcha soft serve fanatic, someone who prefers tea over coffee, and a spicy food enthusiast.

i mainly use this blog to reblog things i like + just to chill. i might post content once in a blue moon only when i feel like it (and has inspiration or ideas that seem decently creative)

i don't really have a dni list bc it's not necessary for me but i won't tolerate any bs or anon hate.

anon is always open for those who are shy !! ✿

username is a wordplay of (playing the) piano + (reading) novels = @pianovels :)

[more about me]

二（♡）bias list

［ U L T S ］

+ 𝗕𝗧𝗦 yoongi, hoseok

+ 𝗡𝗖𝗧 haechan, kun (bias wreckers from each unit: 127 doyoung / dream chenle and jisung / wayv xiaojun)

［ R E G U L A R S ］

+ 𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗖𝗘 jihyo (bias wrecker momo)

+ 𝗔𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗔 ningning

+ 𝗜𝗩𝗘 wonyoung

+ 𝗦𝗞𝗭 hyunjin

+ 𝗜𝗧𝗭𝗬 ryujin

三（♡）favourites

flower: tulips

season: autumn

holiday: halloween

scent: peppermint

anime: perfect blue

model: naomi campbell

colours: soft pink . teal . silver . sage green

book tropes: angst + fluff . hurt/comfort . found family

actresses: audrey hepburn . anne hathaway . winona ryder

aesthetics: fairycore . celestial . coquette . dark citycore . downtown girl

animals: cats . dolphins . penguins . maltese dogs . beluga whales . arctic foxes

more music artists i like: boy in space . barns courtney . loïc nottet . sasha sloan . zara larsson . dorothy martin . chase atlantic . gorillaz . cigarettes after sex . men i trust . the midnight . the weeknd . woodz . ruel . lauv . joji . dhruv . faime . keshi . devita . maye . lana del rey . bea miller

comfort characters: alita . mulan . edward scissorhands . john ambrose . neil perry . charlie dalton . stanley barber . max mayfield . will byers . jack frost . mavis dracula . mia thermopolis . newt scamander . luna lovegood . ron weasley . ali abdul . cho sangwoo . jiyeong . kang saebyeok

四（♡）navigation

work in progress, coming soon :)

#ok why is this so lengthy bruh #if you read until the end: bless you #i hope that i won't regret posting this

[dat-town]

never goodbye

Characters: winter spirit!Jisung & female!OC called Yuki since it's the japanese word for snow (雪)

Setting & genre: hurt/comfort (bit angsty but has a hopeful end!), folklore/mythology-based fantasy

Summary: Jisung has no recollections of his life before becoming a winter spirit but when the first snow of the new winter falls, he meets somebody who does.

Warnings: references to past death and grief, discussions about loneliness

Words: 2.8k

Author’s note: yes, Jisung's Jack Frost look inspired this while inspirations for the OC's character are drawn from the legend of Yuki-onna. since the Rise of the Guardians also put a lot of emphasis on the moon, i couldn't not include this variation. title is obviously the new dream song but it will make sense, i promise

Jisung didn't remember much of his life before.

Before the spirit realm had become his home and he had been tasked with guarding winter. Before he had gotten used to teasing Renjun as sentimental as his season about his annual winter hibernation once all the colourful leaves fell. Before Donghyuck, the literal annoying ray of sunshine he was, kept melting all the ice cubes Jisung needed in his drinks to function properly. (Vaguely he missed having hot chocolate despite not remembering loving it in the first place.)

All Jisung remembered was blurry images of ice skating, of laughter, of snow angels. And a sweet voice calling his name. He had always assumed it had been a relative or a significant other and it filled his chest with warmth knowing that he had been cared for in another life. At least, he hadn't been alone. Because as much as he loved being the embodiment of winter (at least one of the many scattered around the globe), it could be a bit lonely, being in this realm where nobody could really see him. Though, people might have looked at him weirdly if they did, at his bare feet, his white blonde hair and the never-melting snowflakes on his cheeks. Other spirits saw him, of course, and young, innocent children sometimes waved at him cheerily. He always waved back with a toothy grin.

So when he heard that voice again, the voice from his memories, he stopped dead in his tracks on the top of Namsan, the taste of the first snow of the winter long forgotten. He was always so giddy when it was his turn, when he could leave the spirit realm after a long while and his excitement usually came with sporadic accidental incidents like turning puddles into ice or covering any surface he touched with hoar frost. He still couldn't completely control his power and he was a bit clumsy but he still crunched his nose (both shy and annoyed) when the others called him cute for it.

The sweet voice didn't call his name this time, it was singing, humming a melody that was vaguely familiar to Jisung but not quite. He felt like he was walking in a dream. Everything was both familiar and not. Despite the anxiety building up in his cold veins, he followed the voice, the entrancing musicality of it like sailors attracted to the siren's song. He was bewitched just like them.

He rounded the icicle-marred pavilion, passed by hikers, hopped down stairs and then there he saw her. She wore a white robe-like dress just as light and thin as his own jeans and hoodie combo, not too fit for the December cold. She had long, black hair framing her heart-shaped pale face. Her lips were almost blue but she wasn't shivering. She seemed a bit melancholic, murmuring an old, tragic folk song, but she didn't look sad as she was dancing, swirling among the falling snowflakes with her eyes closed, letting the downpour wash through her under the bright moonlight.

The boy just stood there, frozen and watching, his hair collecting snow, his hands itching to touch, memories he didn't know he had flooding in: he suddenly remembered slow dancing, the cold of unforgiving ice under the sole of his foot and ghost-like touches over his palm. His breath hitched as he felt himself slip and suddenly he couldn't tell whether it was a memory of reality. He grabbed on the closest tree branch for support. It made a noise startling enough to draw attention.

“Jisung?” the girl suddenly exclaimed at her next turn when she noticed that she had company. She stopped the dance, her dark eyes widening in surprise as if she was seeing a ghost or a miracle, depends on how you look at it. A few feet apart suddenly felt like an uncrossable distance because the boy was mesmerised. Fascinated not only by the ethereal, otherworldly beauty of the girl but by the way she called his name like a plea, like a dream.

“Do you know me?” he blurted out, dumbfounded, the easiest question on the top of his mind as soon as he collected himself enough to speak up. It was silly though, he felt himself flush immediately, the tips of his ears getting red with embarrassment. She called his name after all, she must have known him. But from where? And how?

“Ah, you don't remember me,” she whispered, looking a bit saddened at the news. Then she took a tentative step closer, her dark eyes glowing curiously as she was taking him all in. There was a slight, amused smile in the corner of her lips as if she was recalling a memory Jisung couldn't. Then tentatively, like someone who touches a wild animal, as if she was afraid of scaring him away or if she wasn’t sure he was real, she raised her hand to his hair and weaved her pale fingers through his white fringe, careful not to make skin-to-skin contact. “That makes sense. I almost didn't recognize you without brown hair.”

Jisung never met anyone who had known him before.

Before his hair turned white and his blood ran cold. Before he could command ice and frost and snow. Before he came to terms with never knowing his past. Hyuck told him it was natural, Renjun told him it was better this way and the pain in his brown eyes made Jisung believe him. Maybe it was better now knowing. Maybe it would have been but he had always been curious and a bit reckless by nature. At least, reckless when it came to people he cared about.

“Who are you?” he whispered, his own voice staining with the sheer willpower of keeping still, so close he could make out every single snowflake dressing the girl's dark hair like tiny white blooming flowers under the silver glow from above.

“I'm Yuki,” she said, smiling. Her eyes were full of warmth despite the cold her body emitted. “I have missed you.”

Her voice echoed in the mountain and Jisung found himself staring again, air stuck in his lungs and his heart beating overtime. But before he could have spoken up and asked more, asking about their past, the girl's form dissolved into nothing but a misty cloud with a pained look of goodbye on her face.

The snow stopped falling.

Jisung usually didn’t seek out the advisors in the spirit realm but he was so confused, he didn’t know whom else he could turn to. But he was sure other seasons’ spirits wouldn’t know about disappearing into mist and other winter-related spirits existing. So he went to the only person he thought could have the answers he needed.

“Jisung-ah,” the young woman smiled at him brightly as she rose from her ice chair after letting him enter her office. Her silverish blonde hair fell onto her blue-ish dress in braids. “It’s been a while. How have you been?”

“I’ve been well, noona,” the boy answered sheepishly as he was ushered to go closer, feeling shy in front of Taeyeon. He has been stuck in his 20-year-old body for a while now but in front of the senior winter spirit he often felt like a kid. She had taken him under her wings the first time he needed guidance in their realm, so Jisung knew that he could trust her. “I wanted to ask something.”

“Sure, whatever it is, ask away, I’m here to help,” Taeyeon looked at him reassuringly with a sisterly smile and gestured to him to take a seat while she poured a drink. Ice choco, his favourite.

“Since you have been around for a longer time, I thought that maybe you… so that you know of other winter-related creatures who aren’t exactly part of our realm… ?” Jisung kept mumbling until the very end when he realised that he didn’t phrase it as a question in the first place, so he changed his tone last minute. He looked up from his seat curiously and Taeyeon was looking at him with a quizzed expression in her caring eyes.

“Have you met someone like that, Jisung-ah?” she asked slowly, careful as she lowered the jug in her hand. “Someone like us but not quite?”

The boy nodded hastily.

“I… I think so. She wasn’t cold and she disappeared into nothing when it stopped snowing. She… I remember her voice from… so when…” Jisung gulped. He didn’t like to think that he wasn’t alive just because he was a part of another realm. He was right there after all, physical and feeling.

“When you were human? Did you know her in your human life?” Taeyeon helped him out with questions that were easier to answer than to explain them by himself.

“Yes. She remembers me with brown hair. She called my name. But I–” Jisung sighed, looking down in his lap, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie. “I don’t know her. I only remember tiny flashes from the past.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay to want to know but I hope you understand that not remembering serves our purpose. Our past shouldn’t dictate our actions as season spirits. You shouldn’t force yourself to remember or you can get hurt,” his senior warned him gently, putting a hand over his shoulder. Jisung wondered if she was referring to Renjun and the hurt in his eyes.

“I think… I don’t think she was a human even back then when she knew me,” he whispered. No matter how much she was trying to wrap his mind around the idea, in those bits of memories he had Yuki was all the same, never-changing like winter itself. “But she felt real.”

Taeyeon nodded with a little hum, deep in thought.

“There are all sorts of spirits in the world. Some are like us with a specific purpose, some are just wandering, tied to a place for a reason until they can let go and some have been here as long as the world was like this,” she said calmly, wisely. “Maybe she is a force of nature herself.”

I have missed you.

Jisung couldn’t get her voice out of his head. She must have waited long, he thought with an unknown ache in his chest. Donghyuck would call him lovesick yet Jisung didn’t know any better. He just wanted to see her again, but days passed, getting colder, the snow kept falling and Namsan remained empty.

Jisung was walking along the Cheonggyecheon Stream when the night fell and every snowflake sparkled by the light of festive lanterns. The water was icy, the air was frosty and he watched a family with a sledge play in the snow. He smiled as he helped them a bit for a smoother slide before turning towards the market. This was his favourite time of the year, when people called the things he did with his magic Christmas miracles.

And maybe it was time he got his own as well when a hand touched his shoulder and a figure slipped into his periphery.

“There you are! I really started to think I wouldn’t find you out so late.” A soft, relieved chuckle ripped through the girl’s throat, bubbly and beautiful, Jisung found himself enamoured right away. It felt familiar: the pounding within his chest, the fondness swelling in his heart and the blush on his cheeks. Oh, so she was looking for him too.

“Does it matter? That it’s late?” he found himself asking, a beat later than he was supposed to but Yuki smiled at him just the same. Her dark hair was a halo around her pretty face and the reflection of fairy lights flickered in her eyes.

“Of course, it matters, we cannot meet during daylight,” she said seriously as she sat down on one of the empty benches nearby and patted the place next to her. Taeyeon’s words about different kinds of spirits replayed in Jisung’s mind as he approached her, not taking his eyes off her, fearing that she would disappear if he did.

“Yuki, what are you?” he inquired, not knowing a better way to ask but the girl didn’t seem offended. Instead she looked nostalgic as if they had been here before. They must have if they had known each other before. She turned her face upwards, gazing at the round, silver moon, snowflakes falling onto her trembling eyelashes with every second.

“Do you remember the story of a moon princess who came down to Earth, bringing snow with her?” she asked but didn’t wait for an answer before turning back to the boy. It didn’t matter. Her smile was the same: pretty but sad. “I only exist under the moonlight when it snows.”

Jisung’s breath hitched and his doe eyes widened in surprise even though it explained why she had disappeared last time. She wasn’t just a force of nature after all, she was snow herself, she was a princess, a goddess, straight from the moon. And she knew him when he was still a mortal. How?

Yuki must have sensed his confusion because she broke into a softer, understanding smile.

“Not many people see me like you did, Jisung, and a lot of people are afraid of me. I learned the hard way that humans’ body temperature can’t handle my touch. It’s a lonely life I lead but you always made me feel less like that,” she reminisced and the more she talked the more memories hit Jisung with a force that pushed oxygen out of his chest: sweater paws over his cold hands, hot chocolate in reach, watching the snowfall side-by-side, exchanging shy smiles under the blanket of night, wanting to touch but not being allowed to.

There was a pause there, a silence filled with jingle bells from the distance and laughter of children. Pain flashed through Yuki’s face as she bit into her lower lip hard enough to draw blood but with a genuinely sorrowful look, she looked Jisung in the eye.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. And I’m sorry that I made a decision for you that destined you to the same lonely path I have to walk. You deserve so much more,” the princess cast her eyes down. “I thought I wouldn’t see you ever again, that not being able to was my price to pay for the favour I asked of my father.”

It was a lot much to process and the memories kept flooding in, their wave burying Jisung under. He remembered ice skating, laughter, he remembered slipping and the cold enveloping him. He remembered his lungs burning and hands pulling him onto the surface. He remembered shivering and tears on his face. A soft touch on his hand, a girl crying over his chest, sobbing, praying for just this one thing, just this one time, a second chance, for him to live. Soaked to the bone and vision drifting to darkness, the pale moon was the last thing Jisung had seen.

The boy stared ahead, the past suddenly fresh in his mind but despite how sorry Yuki was, Jisung couldn’t find it in himself to be mad at her. Why would he have been? Without her, he wouldn’t have been there in the first place.

“You still saved me in a way and I’m not alone,” Jisung said, determined. He thought of all his friends in the spirit realm, of the other season spirits he wouldn’t have known otherwise, of all the smiles kids playing alone flashed at him after helping them with building snowmen. He might have been lonely from time to time but he was happy with the life he was living. He wished she wouldn’t feel guilty and let herself be happy too. “And you don’t have to be alone anymore either.”

Jisung knew his voice sounded small and timid but he meant it. If she wanted, he could be there for her. He actually couldn’t wait to show her his favourite spots, all the magic he could do now and how good he had gotten in snow sliding. Now that he had a part of his memories back of what they had shared, he couldn’t wait to spend more time together.

He knew that their time was actually limited, its boundaries set by the moon and winter but now she knew how to find her way back to him and that he would be waiting for her under the moonlight. So when the break of dawn came and Yuki’s soft, lingering touch on the back of his hand inevitably dissolved into thin air – after dancing together under the snowfall and talking through the night –, their goodbyes weren’t sorrowful because they knew it wasn’t for forever. It was rather a see you again.

#nct imagines #nct dream fanfic #nct dream scenarios #jisung imagines #jack frost!jisung #stories #me before writing this: ooh i need to write some jisung fluff with this look #me actually writing: oops it's more bittersweet than i expected

[hyucks]

❄️💗👾

#nct #nctinc #nct dream #jisung #park jisung #mgroupsedit #idolnexusedit #idolsincedits #ultkpopnetwork #kpopco #m:gifs #glitchy gamer jack frost jisung my beloved <3 #at least ... he isnt blue hah a ah a

[wh1bloom]

"If there's something I'm doing wrong, could you... could you just tell me what it is? Because I've tried everything, and no one ever sees me."

- Jack frost ❄

#messy white gifs #jisung icons #kpop #nct #jisung messy layouts #jisung moodboard #nct dream jisung #park jisung #jisung nct #nct messy layouts #nct layouts #jisung messy icons #moodboards #white moodboard #black moodboard #jack frost

[potatzu]

this jack frost cosplay >>> his football guy cosplay

#jisung #nct #dream #nctinc #itsnctsworld #kpopco #nctcreations #nct dream #park jisung #potatzugifs #jack frost #i tried my best to unwhitewash this but as you can see....

[itsnotworkinguys]

jisung owned this look

#i know i shouldn't baby him but just look at that 🥺🥺 #the whole look fits him so well! #silver hair jisung just hits different #jack frost jisung #glitch mode #jisung #nct dream #nct dream jisung #park jisung #kpop #kpop reactions

[jeffersonhairpie]

The stylists have absolutely knocked the entire Glitch Mode era out of the park. Everyone looks fantastic

#nct #dream #like jeno pink hair pink emoboy fit is the standout #BUT #dark hair haechan jack frost jisung whatever mark is currently on #it's all great #shitty text post

[faerenjun]

me: *hearts you*

#you cutie. you sweetheart. you absolute lovable dork. #lemme pepper you with smooches #my precious babie bean angel prince #jack frost??? #renjun frost #loml #mon ange #mon amour #RenD #nct #nct dream #renjun #huang renjun #jeno #jisung #haechan #jaemin #chenle

[k-archiv-e]

tower of g-d khun

#kpop #bang chan #hwang hyunjin #kim seungmin #lee felix #seo changbin #stray kids everywhere all around the world #yang jeongin #han jisung #lee minho #skz #stay #stray kids #realstraykids #han #i.n #HE LOOKS #LIKE #JACK FROST #TELL ME IM WRONG

[awoojinstan]

Y’all pay attention to Jeongin’s major glo up wHEN WE HAVE WOOJIN- HE WENT FROM SANDMAN TO JACK FROST REAL QUICK

#stray kids #kim Woojin #SOON HES COMING FOR YOU ALL #stop sleeping on him goddammit #A true king bye #I just love the bottom left picture #it earns all of my uwus and oofs #kim seungmin #seo changbin #bang chan #han jisung #yang jeongin #hwang hyunjin #lee minho #lee felix #sandman #rise of the guardians #Jack Frost

[guanana]

requiem of a frostbite teaser ❅ pjs x reader (18+)

genre: inspiration drawn from rise of the guardians’ jack frost— jack frost!jisung x reader, smut, heavy angst, f x m, heavy topics (please take note of warnings before proceeding)

word count: 1.7k+

tentative release date: end of april

summary: Winter spirit Jisung has been by your side for as long as you can remember, consoling you during your times of dire need. His presence was a double-edged sword, however. No matter how much joy he brought into your life, the closer you got to him, the farther you were pushed away by everyone else.

You try to outgrow him, but you’re the only one who believes in him. The only one who can see him. You fail to realize that he needs you just as much as you need him.

[This fanfic will contain certain elements and potentially triggering content that some may be uncomfortable with. Please read at your own discretion with your safety in mind, warnings found below.]

teaser warnings: dark content, anxiety, panic attacks, mentions of blood and violence, mentions of bullying, portrayals and misdiagnosis of certain mental disorders (i.e schizophrenia), full warnings displayed upon posting finished product.

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Suffocating. 

The supposedly warm and welcoming walls serve as a cage rather than a place of healing. A trembling feeling at the bottom of your stomach expands across the entirety of your being. You feel everything, yet you’re numb at the same time. Fingers cold to the touch.

Before you, a woman is walking towards the empty loveseat that’s placed adjacent to yourself. She greets you kindly, soft questions of how you’re doing and if you’ve eaten. You’re not stupid though, you know she’s treating you no differently than a scared animal. Walking on eggshells in the instance you attack, grip on her clipboard tight and ankles crossed.

It’s hard not to sneer under your breath. You’d think that a psychotherapist that works for a juvenile rehabilitation facility would know how to hide their tells. You specifically told them, even sang in confidence that this wouldn’t work out. The woman is nervous, and you’re on edge. A recipe for disaster if there ever was one, but you guess it’s better to entertain their antics. To rub it in their faces when this shit show turns into a dumpster fire.

It’s just the two of you assessing the other. To you, it feels like a game of chess. Her first move is pivotal to how this could play out, but such warm eyes contradict her tight stature. Clearing her breath— she moves her first pawn. 

“Hi, sweetheart. I’m Dr. Baek, but you can just call me Yijin, yeah?” She says. Outstretching a hand for you to shake. With some reluctance, you oblige, it’s smooth along the palm as it encapsulates yours. Giving her a tight lipped line while she musters up a genuine yet awkward smile. Despite your qualms, Dr. Baek is a professional. She’s somewhat confident that she’ll be able to get you to warm up. 

It’s all she can do. To remain positive and hope for the best outcome.

Clearing her throat, she takes in the scene in front of her. Analyzing everything about you from the moment your mother called in about your case. Keeping up with the local news every time another article comes out. You weren’t her first client with an experience like this, but something had struck you as different. Even now, you couldn’t look at her directly, lost in your own world with someone else. 

You live in a glass house with one sided mirrors— you can’t see anything outside of your walls, but Dr. Baek can most definitely look in.

Dr. Baek was nowhere near spiritual, much less superstitious. Yet she saw something in you that nobody else was getting, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it. Was that dark considering her line of work? Maybe, but ethics meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. You can’t control what you can’t understand. In order to help you she has to take every detail and mark it like a map, traversing it from beginning to end. 

She starts with the first page. A run down of basic information: height, weight, any medications, GPA, the like. Seventeen years old? It’s put into perspective that you are much too young to be going through what you are. Grimacing at the summarized transcript of what your mother had described to her secretary:

[After being on the receiving end of such harsh bullying, she had finally snapped and attempted to drown her schoolmate down a river as retaliation. Evidence of blunt force trauma to the back of the other child’s head. 

Allegedly able to overpower and injure at least three policemen despite her youth and build. When being detained by authorities, she had called for help amidst her struggling. Someone named ‘Jisung.’ Her mother believes that it's a response to an event from her early childhood. Claims of having this imaginary friend since she was a toddler. Never posed as a concern until the day of the attempted drowning.]

Fucking hell.

Upon looking back at you, she’s shocked to see that you’re already staring right through her. She clutches the clipboard to her chest, not exactly fond of the way your bitten fingernails scrape against the leather of the lounge chair. She understands that you’re skeptical, and she has to serve as a beacon of hope to lead you to a better chance at life.

When she looks at you even more closely, she understands. You’re cowering in fear, feeling everyone’s eyes on you as they pointed and cursed. Sympathy watching at her heartstrings at how empty you are. You’re just a child. You were scared and alone, thrown into a situation that you had no control over.

The question was— who was he in all of this?

Dr. Baek braces herself for the best, she will get to the bottom of this. 

“Let’s get started, yeah?” 

“Mhm,” You nod haphazardly, hands folded neatly into each other after realizing you had scratched rips into the couch. 

“I’m sure you’re more than aware why you’re here,” Dr. Baek affirms. “So I think it’s best if we avoid the nitty gritty and address the most apparent problem.”

Another nod. 

“Jisung.”

Upon radio silence, she tries to press further. “Who is he?”

Though you had anticipated it from miles away, the question still triggers you. That same shot of fear that instantaneously shoots straight up your spine, rendering you frozen in your seat. Flashbacks of the events that had taken place before you had ended up in this hell hole. It comes in like a truck, visions of him in lieu of Dr. Baek who is right in front of you.

There was screaming. There weren’t threats, but promises of harm. Christ, there was fucking blood.

It becomes too much all too quickly, that panging pain that hits the back of your head. Flinching forward in anguish as the dormant memories become turbulent. 

And then you see it— the red that blooms amongst the white.

“It wasn’t his fault!” You screech, bringing your hands to your head, gripping at your hair as your breathing becomes erratic. Visions of white hair fading in and out like a broken record. Eyes as lifeless as a corpse as he stares out at the results of his sins. “He didn’t mean to do it, I swear. He just, he–”

When you start to hyperventilate, Dr. Baek rushes over to you. Sliding down to her knees in front of you as a soothing hand comes to run up and down your back, small shushes and instructions on how to regulate your breathing. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here,” She hushedly assures you, and it’s the very first time you’ve received such kindness since the incident. You realize that she might actually just be here with you, rather than against you. “We’ll take all the time you need until you’re comfortable.”

Breathing in and out, the constriction in your chest slowly alleviates. Closing your eyes to bat away the prickling droplets that form at the corners. Whether Dr. Baek was really as much of a miracle worker as the staff had claimed, you choose to take a chance on her. While one of the counselors had told you that recovery wasn’t a linear path, you wouldn’t get anywhere if you didn’t take the first step.

You needed to get better. Not just for yourself, but for him. If it meant carrying the burden for the both of you, you were willing to make the sacrifice.

A few more breaths, you hone in on Dr. Baek’s warm aura. Eyebrows creasing into your forehead after being deprived of such affection for almost months. It was overwhelming, but you welcomed it. Unclutching your hands from your hair you exchange looks with her again. Despite being scared, you reach an unspoken understanding.

“I’m ready, I think,” You breathe out, accepting a water bottle that Dr. Baek handed to you from her mini fridge. Weak fingers struggling so hard but conquering the small feat of cracking the plastic open. With a hearty sip you feel yourself starting to relax. Breathe in… two, three… out.

“Would it help if you started from the beginning?” Dr. Baek inquires.

Thinking about it thoroughly, you conclude that it would be the easiest way to start. “Yes,” You answer. 

“Okay then,” She starts. “So, when did it first start?”

Focusing in on the thumb that slides over the top of your hand, you think all the way back. When things were still okay. Eyelashes flutter down and rest at the top of your cheeks. With some concentration, you can bring yourself back to where it all began. “I think,” You mumble, struggling to find the words. “I first met him when I was a kid. I was… four? No, five.”

Dr. Baek hums, pleased with the baby steps you’re making. “Go on, love. It’s okay. We’ll take all the time you need.”

A few more seconds of immersion, and you’re there. 

You open your eyes, and it's like you've never left. You see him standing there alone, white hair and blue eyes lost in his melancholy. Perhaps his solitude is what drew you to him, finding common ground in a world that you both found so cruel. 

It was always him— it was always Jisung.

teaser end

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author's note: admittedly, there are many heavy topics in this fic that i am new to writing about. while this will be a hurt/comfort story with many twists, i want to make it clear that this will always be a work of fiction.

there will be parts that will make certain readers uncomfortable, and i will make sure to heavily tag all warnings. however, said topics will not be romanticized nor idolized.

for those that are comfortable with reading and are interested, my tag list is open and it would mean the absolute world if you'd like to join. thank you <3

#park jisung #park jisung nct #jisung fanfic #jisung nct #jisung nct dream #park jisung x reader #nct dream #nct fic #nct x reader #nct u fanfic #nct u #nct #kpop #kpop fanfiction #park jisung fanfic #jisung nct fanfic

[mint-yooxgi]

NCT Drabbles Mini Masterlist Part 4

Important things to keep in mind:

Drabbles are currently closed!

Based off of this post

An asterisk (*) signifies NSFW

OC = Reader

Drabbles Masterlist: Part One, Part Two, Part Three & Part Five

→ Principle - Yandere!Sungchan X Barista!OC - Part Two

→ Revenge - Yandere!Vampire!Jeno

→ Heat - Yandere!Bunny Hybrid!Jaemin* - Part Two*

→ Your Biggest Fan - Yandere!Jeno X Gymnast!OC - Part Two

→ Urges - Yandere!Wolf!Mark - Part Two

→ Backfire - Yandere!Jaehyun & Yandere!Sicheng X Yandere!OC

→ Laws of the Land - Yandere!Royalty!WayV X Maid!OC - Part Two - Part Three

→ What Have You Done? - Yandere!Vampire!Yuta - Part Two - Part Three

→ Petty Jealousy - Yandere!Taeyong X Yandere!OC

→ Family Feud - Yandere!Vampire!Jeno

→ Centuries Old Challenges - Vampire!Jaemin X Witch!OC

→ Next Time - Yandere!Jisung - Part Two

→ Bridal Chorus - Yandere!Best Friend!Ten & Fiance!Kun

→ Yandere!Chenle - Part Two

→ Freeze! - Yandere!Hendery & Yandere!Lucas

→ Friday the 13th - Yandere!Jeno X Camp Counsellor!OC

→ Measurements - Jisung

→ I Saw An Angel - Incubi!Jeno, Haechan, Taeyong & Yuta X Angel!OC

→ Sooner - Yandere!Prince!Chenle X Servant!OC 

→ Like Old Times - Yandere!Wolf!Sungchan

→ In The Morning - Yandere!Mafia!Taeil

→ Turn Back Time - Yandere!Yangyang

→ Our Territory - Yandere!Swan Hybrid!Haechan

→ A Little Fall of Rain - Demon!Doyoung X Angel!OC

→ Familiar!Ten X Witch!OC

→ Galaxy Hunter - Yandere!Alien King!Jungwoo

→ Do You Work Here? - Jaehyun

→ Yandere!Mark - Part Two

→ Fatefully Yours - Prince!Ten

→ Business Proposal - Yandere!CEO!Jaehyun - Part Two Ft. Yandere!CEO!Taeyong - Part Three

→ Denial - Yandere!Vampire!Hendery X Yandere!OC

→ Impulse Buy - Yandere!Jaehyun - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

→ Arrangements - Assistant!Hendery X CEO!OC

→ Yandere!Demon!Haechan - Part Two

→ Yandere!Idol!Mark

→ Dynasty - Yandere!King!Taeil - Part Two

→ Househusband - Yakuza!Yuta

→ Innocence - Yandere!CEO!Shotaro X Yandere!Secretary!Reader

→ Let Me Grab My Death Note - Yandere!Kun - Part Two

→ Unconventional Treatment - Yandere!Bad Boy!Jeno

→ Cave of Wonders - Yandere!Dragon!Taeyong - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four Ft. Yandere!Dragon!Jungwoo

→ Crack the Code - Yandere!Sicheng X Agent!OC

→ Whispers On The Wind - Yandere!Vampire!Yuta

→ Study Date - Yandere!Jaehyun, Yandere!Johnny, Yandere!Mark & Yandere!Taeyong X Tutor!OC

→ Feel - Yandere!Artist!Ten

→ I’m In Their DMs... I think? - Yandere!Taeyong - Part Two

→ Love Drunk - Yandere!Jaemin - Part Two - Part Three

→ Desire - Deity!Yuta

→ Chookity! - Alien!Taeyong

→ Persona - Yandere!Idol!Haechan X Interviewer!OC - Part Two - Part Three

→ Think Of Me - Yandere!Jungwoo*

→ Decisions - Villain!Ten X Hero!OC

→ Bad Boy Down - Yandere!Jaemin

→ Humanity, Switched - Vampire!Jaehyun - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

→ Me & My Son & My Son's Son - Mad Scientist!Jeno X Researcher!OC - Part Two

→ Wrong Number - Yandere!Mark - Part Two

→ Cold As Ice - Yandere!Johnny

→ Captivating Sin - Yandere!Devil!Yuta

→ Target - Yandere!Assassin!Haechan

→ Regret Tastes Sweet - Yandere!Mark

→ Kill Them With Kindness - Yandere!Yuta - Part Two

→ Burning Passions - Yandere!Jack Frost!Taeyong - Part Two

→ My Love - Yandere!Butler!Xiaojun X Heiress!OC

→ Drive - Yandere!Mark

→ Helping Hand - Yandere!Ghost!Renjun - Part Two

→ Monstrous - Yandere!Hunter!Kun X Wolf!OC - Part Two

→ Office Wars - Yandere!Taeyong, Yandere!Yuta & Yandere!Jaehyun - Part Two - Part Three

→ Mind Over Matter - Yandere!Doyoung

→ A Test Of Love - Yandere!Yuta - Part Two

→ Still Me - Yandere!Jaemin

→ Anonymous - Yandere!Graffiti Artist!Renjun - Part Two

→ 'I Do' - Yandere!Ten

→ Bitter - Yandere!Jaemin

→ Yandere!Ghost!Lucas

→ Overbearing - Yandere!Mark

→ In The Middle of The Night - Yandere!Vampire!Jaehyun*

→ Therefore I Am - Yandere!Taeil

→ Forgery - Yandere!Blacksmith!Yuta X Alchemist!OC - Part Two Ft. Yandere!Alchemist!Doyoung

→ RIP - Yandere!Mark

→ Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) - Yandere!Hendery

→ Rivalry - Yandere!Mafia!Johnny & Yandere!Mafia!Jaehyun - Part Two - Part Three

→ Attention - Yandere!Dreamies

→ A Twist of Fate - Yandere!Haechan

→ Details - Yandere!Kings!Xiaojun, Hendery, & Yangyang

→ Take Care - Yandere!Jaehyun - Part Two - Part Three

→ Yandere!Bodyguard!Yuta

#nct drabbles #nct masterlist #drabbles #mini masterlist #nct #wayv #nct u #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv drabble

[dat-town]

dat-town's nct & wayv masterlist

⥃ main masterlist

personal favourites marked with ★

➝ WAYV ENSEMBLE

7 ways to fall in love | fluff, boyfriend au

➝ MARK

wish you were here | 6.4k | humour, wish dragon au

dude, but like romantically ★ | 10k | fluff, college au, friends to lovers

➝ JENO

bound to you | 3.7k | humour, exes-to-lovers au

➝ HAECHAN

cry wolf | 10k | werewolf au, enemies-to-lovers au

➝ CHENLE

love to hate you | 11.6k | academic rivals-to-lovers au

➝ JISUNG

never goodbye | 2.8k | jack frost au

#dat-town #nct stories #wayv stories