#jisung park fluff

[cafe-7-dream]

Little Lies

Note(s): Happy Holidays! Here’s my gift for y’all, hope it’s good since it hasn’t been beta-read. Hope y’all like it! I’m a bit nervous to post this, it’s my baby after all, but hey, what can I say? I’m delusional about Andy Park. ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ Word count: 6k Warning(s): spying and recording? (it’s not nefarious) jail and prison sentence mentions, swearing, insecure/negative thoughts, talk of wanting to die, panic attacks, mention of throwing up

Jisung knew it was wrong, but what you don’t know can't kill you, am I right? 

He knew spying was morally— and probably legally— wrong. Throw the metaphorical cherry of recording on top of the oh-yeah-this-is-definitely-wrong-sundae, and voila! A prison sentence! 

Jisung didn’t want to go to jail, but he didn’t want to stop recording your sick skating tricks either.

If you are in a public space, you should expect your privacy to be violated! It’s common sense!

This is the defence Jisung just made up on the spot to spit out if you catch him red-handed with his borrowed camcorder in hand. Thankfully, he doesn’t end up having to use them since you are too focused on landing correctly and picking up speed on your board to notice him by the chain-link fence around the skate park.

The skate park is near the public basketball court where Jisung’s (self-proclaimed) best friend, Chenle, is currently too busy shooting hoops to notice that Jisung has wandered off. Lucky him, because Jisung could already imagine the teasing he would have to endure over filming a “pretty stranger”. He was only interested in the artistry thank you very much! 

Okay, maybe that was a little lie.

But it doesn’t matter. You are just a passerby in Jisung’s life, only never forgotten by the footage he films secretly.

Or are you?

It’d seem fate was on Jisung’s side, or against him, because you were at the skatepark once again the next Saturday. And the Saturday after that, and the one after that—you get the picture.

Jisung would encourage Chenle and the rest of his basketball club friends, vice-captain Jeno and captain Mark, to play street ball at the public court just so he could have a valid excuse as to why he also showed up near the skatepark every Saturday like clockwork.

It became a comfortable routine at one point. 

But all good things must come to an end, and Jisung wasn’t surprised that Donghyuck was the one to cause it.

“So that’s the person you fancy, ey?” Donghyuck—or Haechan that he keeps insisting on being called instead of his legal name— asked in his trademarked teasing tone.

Jisung jumped, caught red-handed with the camcorder pointed at you instead of the unofficial basketball match going on behind him.

“What? No!” Jisung tried to defend himself. 

But this was Haechan, so naturally, it was in vain. Haechan was a bloodhound at sniffing out gossip and rumours. He had to be, he claims, because he’s the school’s radio show host and the newscaster in the broadcasting club which Jisung also was a part of. That’s where he got his borrowed camcorder from.

“Oh-ho?” Haechan annoyingly wiggled his eyebrows. “Then you wouldn’t mind me going over there, right?”

Jisung wished the ground would just swallow him up right then and there.

Haechan was a known flirt, so Jisung knew that Haechan had no shame in trying to sweet-talk a stranger. 

That’d be embarrassing enough, but what if you actually fell for his charms?

That’d feel ten times worse, even though Jisung was already resigned to his fate as a passerby in your life. 

Over these past few weeks, he had indeed started fancying you, little by little. He knew he only liked the idea of you and was terrified of getting to know you and getting his perfect concept of you in his head destroyed. 

But Jisung was still a teenage boy with pride.

“No, of course not.”

And a liar.

“Sweet! Be right back!” Haechan took off before Jisung could falter and stop him.

Jisung cursed his fate—and his “friends”. 

This was not how he planned nor expected this Saturday to go. Why did Haechan have to force himself to tag along when he never had before? He had claimed that nothing was interesting about three sweaty boys playing with balls so why did he change his mind now? 

Jisung didn’t find them that interesting either, but he was grateful that they were too competitive and hyper-focused on the game to notice him wandering off. 

Jisung’s body froze.

Had they noticed? Had they spotted him while his attention was diverted?? Is that why Haechan already knew that Jisung had been transfixed by you before???

Oh no, oh no.

Jisung couldn’t believe this. 

When he turned around towards the court, he saw Chenle, Jeno and Mark all coming over, abandoning their game.

“So, Haechan’s picking them up for you?” Chenle asked between taking gulps of water from his water bottle.

“Or is he being a brat and picking them up for himself?” Jeno tagged on as he wiped the sweat from his brow with his shirt.

“No way, Haechan wouldn’t do that!” Mark defended. “Not to our baby Jisungie anyways.”

Jisung prayed to God for the strength to endure these assholes.

Tattletales, the lot of them. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Jisung lied through his teeth.

“Oh yeah, sure.” Chenle grinned provokingly. “You definitely haven’t been scoping them out every time we have gone here for the past month. It must’ve been someone else.”

“A ghost, maybe.” 

A chill went down Jisung’s spine, but he couldn’t pinpoint why. 

Was it because Mark thoughtlessly mentioned ghosts despite knowing damn well that Jisung was scared shitless of the supernatural? 

Was it because he now knew that he’d been spied upon this last month without his knowledge? 

Was it because Haechan was pointing at him while talking to you?

Wait, what?

Jisung turned his attention back to you two, and sure enough, you were now watching him because Haechan was stupidly pointing him out. 

Incredible. Amazing. Show-stopping. Spectacular.

Jisung respected Haechan dearly for his extrovertedness— he’s the only extrovert in the friend group besides Jaemin when he’s high from caffeine— but he kinda wished Haechan could break an arm or something at this very moment so they could flee the scene and never come back.

Preferably right now.

Alas, Haechan waved them over and his other treacherous friends grabbed him by the shoulders so he couldn’t bolt and drag him over to you.

Jisung’s mind and heart raced but he couldn’t get his stupid legs to obey him to take him far away. 

They just limply kept taking him closer and closer to his impending doom.

What a funny view this must’ve been for you. 

A lanky boy being almost entirely dragged by the friends that he towers over and should by all means be assumed stronger than when he’s actually the weakest strength-wise in the friend group.

Jisung hates his life.

Jisung’s legs and heart finally freeze, but he’s already near you now. 

You, who is talking to him? 

“You want to learn how to skate?” 

No.

“Yes.”

Oh my god, you idiot.

“Oh cool, do you have a board?” 

No!

“Yes?”

Jisung seemed to be short-circuiting because he couldn’t seem to say what he thought in his head, it all came out opposite to what he wanted!

“He didn’t bring it today,” Jeno fortunately lied to save him.

”Yeah, he promised to play ball with us!” Mark unfortunately lied when it’s obvious just by looking at them that Jisung was the only one not sweaty.

“I noticed you skate really well, and since none of us know how to and can’t teach Jisungie, maybe you could help out?” Haechan dramatically clasped his hands together and flashed puppy eyes.

God, smite him now. 

Jisung doesn’t care whether he goes to heaven or hell, he just wants to disappear.

“Of course!”

Scratch that, bring it back, what was that?

Did you agree? And you don’t even seem the least creeped out that strangers are boldly asking you for a favour! 

“Great, thanks!” Haechan patted Jisung on the back in either support or mockery. “We’ll be right over there at the court so just scream if he breaks something!”

Jisung’s friends scampered off before he could get a word in. Not that he could, since he was standing tongue-tied before you.

“So, you got a board. Do you know how to ride it yet?” You ask.

“No,” Jisung dumbly answers. Great. Now you’ll definitely see through his lies.

“Ah, a kind of I-will-learn-how-to-later purchase? I get you, I was the same way.”

You’re either incredibly kind by not calling Jisung out on his lies, or incredibly stupid.

Jisung preferred to imagine it to be kindness over stupidity. Or maybe not, since it meant you only played along despite knowing that he’s a seemingly compulsive liar.

“Well, we’ll start with learning how to balance and then go from there, it’s the most important basic of skating.” You place your board by Jisung’s shoes. “Place your feet near the ends of the board, your toes between the screws.”

Oh god, it slipped Jisung’s mind that he’d have to get on the board. He forgot that he couldn’t do this; he couldn’t even ride a bike properly yet! The last time he tried, another bike rider got pissy with him because he couldn’t ride in a straight line and kept swaying this way and that!

“It’s okay, I gotcha,” you said as you held your hands out for stability.

Jisung automatically placed his shaky hands in yours and stepped one foot on the board by the screws as you instructed. You swiftly placed your foot by the wheels on the other end, securing it in place.

“Good, now the other one.” 

Jisung must look so stupid right now, shaky without even having both feet above the ground. 

He’s grateful that you are nicer and more patient than he could ever have imagined.

Jisung bit the bullet and jumped fully on the board. It creaked beneath his feet but didn’t go anywhere. Jisung noticed that he had your hands in a death grip and tried to relax his grasp without much success. 

“Good! Now, bend your knees slightly.”

Jisung’s heart was about to burst out of his chest, but he did as you asked either way. 

“Find the centre of gravity. Balance your weight until you find it.”

Jisung shuffled a bit until he thought he could let go of your hands and not immediately faceplant. He did, indeed, let go once he realized that his hands were starting to get sweaty.

“You are doing great! Okay, now lock your knees in place.”

Oh god, you’re not about to do what he thinks you’re about to do, right? 

You placed your hands on his hips and pushed him. The wheels turned and the board went shakily forward. 

Jisung immediately felt himself losing his balance and reached out for anything to steady him. Your shoulders end up being just that thing, and he gripped on tight.

“You’re doing amazing!”

Physically? He hasn’t broken a bone yet. 

Mentally? In absolute shambles.

Hotel? Trivago.

Now’s not the time for jokes, Jisung is about to meet his maker!

The board continued to go forward despite Jisung’s prayers and he continued to hold onto you, his only saving grace from a hospital trip. It continued like that for what felt like a lifetime, but probably was only a few minutes in reality.

You helped him get off the board eventually, and Jisung had never been more grateful to stand on firm ground before.

“Good job! Same time next week?” You asked.

“Yeah,” Jisung breathlessly agreed before his mind processed the question.

“Great! Bring your board,” you cut in before Jisung’s mind caught up. “Oh, and a helmet and knee and elbow pads if you have them? I usually don’t use them unless I’m attempting a new trick that I know I’m going to fail several times before landing so I didn’t bring them today but I’ll bring them with me next week so you can borrow them if you don’t have any yet. You should invest in some though!”

Jisung is still coming down from the adrenaline of his near-death experience when you bid goodbye and ride off into the sunset. Literally. The sun had already set by now.

It was only on the bus on the way home that everything clicked into place and Jisung realised that he just agreed to put his life in danger again. 

Risking his life only to spend time with a pretty passerby.

What has he gotten himself into?

-

What has he gotten himself into, indeed, Jisung wondered as he stood in a skate shop Friday evening after school, a mere day away from your promised meet-up.

His friends—all six of them this time— explored the shop and advised him on which board to buy despite knowing jack shit about skating, just like him.

“No, this one is prettier,” Haechan argued loudly.

“Pretty isn’t the point, function is,” Renjun argued back. “And even if it was, then that one would totally win.”

Poor Jisung’s eardrums; why Renjun kept taking the bait leading to arguments with Haechan, he’ll never understand. 

Jisung had planned, before everything went ape-shit, to have a chill Friday night spent either sleeping early or gaming late, whichever caught his fancy. Instead, he’s blowing money just to spend time with someone he likes. Can he even say he likes you when he’s only spoken a few words to you? Jisung doesn’t know. He just wants to buy a board and get out of there.

“How about this one?” Jaemin asked as he pointed to a board on the wall filled with racks of them.

“Let’s just ask an employee, none of us knows what we’re looking for.” Mark, in his senior wisdom, replied.

And that’s precisely what they did, or rather, what Jeno ended up doing instead of Jisung as he was too intimidated to ask the clerk on his own.

At least he walked out of that store with the new purchase secured in hand. 

Mission accomplished. 

Now onto the next mission: not losing his one and only life. -

“I have a competition coming up.”

“Hmm?”

You and Jisung were currently taking a break, sitting on the ramp and eating snacks. 

Jisung was finally comfortable enough to skate around without assistance, but he valued his life enough to not attempt to do any tricks. Or make a move on you. 

He’s finally gotten over being tongue-tied and could honestly call you a friend now. A friend that he had a crush on. But he wouldn’t dare mention that to anyone but his six other friends who already knew of this. 

“-u listening, Jisungie?”

No, he wasn’t, and now he was distracted by the nickname you picked up from Haechan. “Jisungie” was the only name you ever called him by, which made him wonder if you thought that was his real name.

“No?” Jisung shyly admitted.

“I swear, sometimes I wonder what goes on inside your head. Like that time you had beef with a tree.” 

You laughed. God, how pathetic Jisung is to love to be laughed at, as long as you are happy.

“What? Don’t you know that trees are rude? Try talking to one and you’ll see.”

You laugh harder, and Jisung smiles wider.

“As I was saying: I have a competition coming up and wonder if you want to come and watch?”

“Of course!”

“Cool! It’s in two weeks on Saturday so I can’t see you next week because I have to practice.”

Jisung could feel his heart sink a little.

“Yeah, I gotcha. Don’t worry about it.”

“You could bring your camcorder if you don’t think it’ll be broken by a stray skateboard.”

Jisung’s heart picked up the pace. How did you know he had a camcorder?

“I’ve seen you before, filming me. I thought it was because you thought skating was cool at first, and then thought that you used the footage to study how to skate on your own when your friend approached me about teaching you how to. Either way, I’m cool with it so don’t worry if you chose to not bring it with you because you thought I would think it would be awkward or creepy or anything!”

Oh my god, you knew about him filming you! And you were cool with it! You were truly incredibly kind!

“Yeah, I could bring it and film you winning and then make a tape about it that you can watch later when you want to relieve the moment.”

Why did Jisung just offer that?

“Really? That’d honestly be so cool! Are you sure?” You excitedly asked.

Jisung thought he might kiss you if he had to look at your hopeful face any longer so he looked away.

“Of course, it’s nothing much. I could probably have it ready the week after the competition, in time for our next meet-up.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask, but is it really okay that I take over your Saturday every week?” You asked. “You don’t have anything better you would rather be doing, right?”

“No, I like being with you,” Jisung said a bit too honestly. Shit. Would you think he’s weird?

“Cool, me too! You’re really fun to hang around with. There’s never a dull conversation, that’s for sure!”

Jisung smiled while he bit down on his red apple.  -

Jisung could feel his veins pumping with adrenaline from where he stood in the crowd.

The skate park was packed with bystanders who came to watch the competition, and skaters were already warming up in the free space.

“Let’s try to find a better spot on higher ground, so we won’t only be seeing the backs of people’s heads,” Jaemin suggested.

Jaemin and Haechan tagged along without asking for permission first once they heard of where Jisung would be spending his Saturday. Secretly, Jisung was grateful that they came with him; he hates having to push through crowds alone.

Jisung held onto Jaemin’s backpack as Haechan led the makeshift train of three through the swarm. Finally, they found a good spot not too far away from the main event, but still less crowded with people.

“Full battery?” Haechan asked Jaemin when he took out a camcorder borrowed from the broadcast club from his backpack.

“I made sure to charge it completely since we’ll film for a long time. I think you said the competition would take about 3 hours?” Jaemin asked as he handed over a spare camcorder to Jisung to hold onto while he tried to untangle cords for the audio setup.

“That’s what Y/N said, anyways,” Jisung confirmed. 

“It’s the finals!” Haechan excitedly said, despite never showing an interest in skating before. “How did we miss that someone from our school made it to the finals? This is a good scoop for next week’s broadcast!”

Haechan was always on the lookout for new and exciting topics to cover during his radio show. That he’d be the first to rope Jaemin and Jisung into helping out with camera work and audio was unsurprising. They were all in the broadcast club after all. Jisung didn’t mind. He was here for you, not Haechan. But it was still nice to not come alone.

“Imagine if they win?” Jaemin asked. “We’d be the first to cover the scoop.”

Jaemin was currently on his third coffee of the day, which meant that he was 127% more likely to indulge in Haechan’s antics. Or create his own.

“We have to be professional and impartial during the broadcast.” Haechan dutifully stated, like a liar. “But we all know who our Jisungie is hoping to win.”

Jisung could feel his cheeks warm up. 

He couldn’t deny it, so he settled for saying, “Get ready, it’s starting soon.” 

The skaters had finished their warmups and stood on standby. The local newscasters who were invited by the event organisers to host the competition introduced themselves and the course. They also explained the semi-final rankings and the 2/5/3 competition format–two 45-second-long runs that can net the highest score of 100 with the 5 best single trick attempts also scored out of 100 counting toward producing 3 top scores (the best run score out of the two attempts where flow and consistency matters and the 2 highest scoring single tricks)– before calling up the first contestant.

The first skater made their way up the ramp. 

Haechan made a few comments on his own, but since he only researched the contestants and skating terminology a day before the event, he didn’t have much to add. Especially since the first skater wasn’t from their school or you.

The skater balanced their board with the tail on the ledge of the ramp. 

The background music started. 

The skater dropped down, the board picking up speed from the momentum.

Jisung was relegated to ensuring quality sound and audio since they all knew that if he was the cameraman, the footage would come out shaky from his nerves despite being behind the camera and not competing himself. He was quite happy with this task, however, since it meant that he could put headphones on in an attempt to drown out the booming music and cheers from the crowd. Jaemin was the assigned cameraman and he made sure to get clean footage of the contestants’ runs. Haechan made witty comments now and then, or just general statements about what was going on. 

When the contestant from their school got their turn, Haechan instantly became more invested. Jisung could feel his heart in his throat the entire time, but he didn’t know if it was because he wanted their fellow classmate to do well, or because you were the next skater. 

Once their classmate finished their run, Haechan continued his spirited spiel by introducing you. He had seen footage of your skating before by “borrowing” Jisung’s camcorder, so he was familiar with your style and had much more to say than the rest of the contestants. Jisung could already feel the upcoming headache of trying to edit the audio down.

You got ready and started your run with a drop-in just like every other contestant.

The drop from the ledge made Jisung’s heart drop to his stomach. He was more nervous than ever, but also elated to see you enjoying the wind in your face.

With the momentum built from the fall from the ramp, you did a basic ollie when flying over a bump. 

Jisung leaned forward, mesmerized, when you flew into the air and the board stayed on your feet. You stuck the landing, and Jisung let out a relieved sigh. He was too on edge to relax entirely yet though. You still had 40 seconds left on this run and then another attempt.

Next, you did an ollie to get up on a rail and then slid down it. 

35 seconds to go and you made another drop-in at the ramp on the other end of the course to pick up speed once again.

You may have gained a second wind, but Jisung felt winded already only from observing you. He was in disbelief over how effortlessly you make these tricks look when he knows for a fact that they are hard from how many times the other contestants failed or didn’t stick the landing while attempting similar tricks. 

Jisung was utterly, and hopelessly in love with this side of you, fully concentrated on your craft.

You finished off your last run with a 180 ollie up a bump to rail and went down the rail with a frontside boardslide.

The crowd cheered as you rode past them. Your and Jisung’s eyes met, and he automatically sent you a thumbs up. You smiled and raised your fist at him in lieu of thanks.

Now that you were done with your runs, Jisung could rest easy, right?

Wrong.

Jisung hadn’t felt this much anticipation and anxiety since he reluctantly showed recordings of his dancing to his friends– all of whom he knew would encourage and support him–after they had begged and nagged him to show his dancing for months. 

Did you win? Would you be disappointed if you lost? 

You were the best out there, and that’s not just Jisung’s bias talking; he had to listen to Haechan excitedly discussing your performance. By the smile on Jaemin’s face, Jisung knew he enjoyed it too despite not caring about skating in general. Jaemin just tagged along to witness “a love story for the ages in progress”.

After the last contestants’ runs, there was a break where the judges would count up all the contestants’ scores.

Jisung sat anxiously at the edge of his seat the entire break. He didn’t have the stomach to eat or drink anything Jaemin or Haechan tried to feed him, it felt like he’d just throw it back up.

Eventually, the judges announced that the official rankings were ready.

Jisung had his heart in his throat the entire time they listed off 10th to 5th place. Neither you nor the guys’ classmate had been announced yet.

Finally, in second place, a familiar name was announced.

Jisung cheered and so did Haechan and Jaemin.

They almost couldn’t believe it!

Their classmate made it to second place!

In all their joy and cheer, they almost missed the announcement of first place. 

Jisung didn’t, of course. His attention had been on you this entire time. 

He watched as your face lit up and you skated forward to be awarded the first-place medal. 

Jisung could feel hot tears start to prick his eyes out of overwhelment. He cried out and accepted the hugs that his friends offered him. Jisung felt on top of the world despite not having accomplished anything of his own yet.

He stuck around, waiting for you once Haechan left to annoy Renjun, wherever he was, and Jaemin went home to start editing the footage and audio.

“Hey.”

Jisung swivelled around, revealing you standing behind him. 

“Hey, you were amazing out there. Congratulations!”

“Thanks,” you say with a bright smile. “I could only do so well because I had my lucky charm with me.”

Jisung’s ears perked up. Why had he never heard of this before?

“Lucky charm?”

“Yeah. You”

Jisung inhaled sharply and choked on nothing. You patted his back while laughing at his coughing form. Jisung could feel the heat in his face so he tried to get his breathing back to normal before attempting to salvage the situation.

“You can’t say stuff like that! My heart can’t take it,” he ended up saying a bit too honestly.

“Okay, okay,” you reply, still with a toothy smile on your face. “Didn’t know you would react like that, my bad.”

You and Jisung stared at each other in comfortable silence, drinking in the moment.

Jisung broke the silence, by thoughtlessly offering, “Want to grab ice cream?”  

He could feel his breathing starting to get erratic again. It didn’t make it to a full-blown panic attack before you put him out of his misery.

“Of course!”

This was the best day in a long time.

-

This was the worst day in a long time.

“She was totally flirting with you, dude!” Haechan cornered Jisung one day before school started in the broadcasting club room to force out what happened after he left Jisung back at the skate park last Saturday.

“It’d be so romantic to confess at the end of the tape.” Jaemin tacked on, ever the romantic.

“This isn’t a rom-com.” Jisung bit out a little too harshly, but his adrenaline was pumping just at the mere thought of doing what he had just been suggested. 

Jisung’s a coward; he fears a lot of things. Some are relatively common fears like heights, bugs, and ghosts. And this? Rejection after confession? That definitely topped the list right now.

“C’mon, Jisungie!” Haechan goaded. “This is the best way to confess, you don’t even have to look at them because you’re looking at the camera lens.”

“Plus, you get to redo it if it comes out wrong,” Jaemin added. “It’s the best way!”

“Mind your own business.” Jisung dismissively said despite his racing and turning thoughts. “We’re on in five.”

”This isn’t over!” Haechan got the last word in before settling down at the newscaster's desk and reading through his cue cards in anticipation of going live for the school's morning news.

Jisung’s mind wandered during school like it usually does. He was thinking about you which wasn’t unusual. But this time he was seriously considering and planning out his confession, which was a subject he had tried to not even think about before unless he would revert back to his nervous state around you again. Jisung wrote and rewrote a cue card during class and desperately hid them from his friends’ prying eyes during recess and lunch. He wanted to do this entirely on his own, with no input or interference from anyone else. Jisung wanted his confession to come straight from the heart, regardless of whether it turned out clumsy or not. 

Jisung sat down at his desk at home to fine-tune his cue card for the last time before hitting record, the first of many takes. 

-

Jisung knew he was worrying you. 

This— his overthinking and jumpy nature— was exactly why he never seriously considered whether he had a shot with you or not, he knew that the thoughts would fray on his already anxiety-prone nerves.

“Are we going to talk about it?” You ask after he jumped away when you touched shoulders while sitting down on the ramp.

“Talk aBoUt what?”

Oh my God.

A voice crack? Really? Jisung was way past puberty by now! 

“This?” You gesture.

“You just gestured to all of me.”

“Exactly!” You empathised. “You’re being jumpy, you haven’t been jumpy with me since like the first few times we met. Did something happen?”

“No.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” Jisung made you jump back with how fast he turned around to reassure you. “You haven’t done anything, I swear!”

And that was the truth. He was just scared of what you were going to do once you saw the tape on the USB that lies hidden in his backpack. 

Were you going to hate him? Think that he was creepy? Finally cut ties with him after realising you are so way out of his league?

Jisung took a deep breath to still his negativity-prone mind like his therapist advised him to do when he gets stuck in a cycle of negative and unhelpful thoughts.

“It’s just-“ he tries but reconsiders. “The tape. That I’m supposed to give you.”

Jisung doesn’t know how to formulate this well without giving himself away.

“Do you need more time?” You ask.

“No, it’s done.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.”

God. He sucked at this. Why was he so awkward?

“Then, can I have it? I promise to watch it the full way through since you put effort into it. I haven’t seen it yet but I bet it’s good, but only because you made it.”

You’re such an angel, too sweet for him. No, that is an unhelpful thought. You were kind, and that’s a fact. Even if you don’t feel the same way, you would let him down gently, Jisung was sure of it.

Your sweet encouragement got Jisung to move his body to take out the USB and hand it over to you.

“Let me know what you think next week. I’ve got to go home. Mom’s calling.”

A brave coward, that’s what Jisung was. 

He couldn’t even look you in the eyes as he sprinted away from the skatepark. 

It was actually getting pretty late, you had endured Jisung’s weird behaviour for longer than he would’ve thought. But that’s what you do, surprise him again and again with being a better person than what he could dare imagine. He just hoped you wouldn’t break his bare heart. He had an inkling that you would, no matter how gently you turned him down. -

Next week Jisung ran late to your usual scheduled time. He was usually early and the first to get there but this time he wasn’t as eager. He was in for a bad time, he could feel it in his gut.

Nevertheless, he didn’t want to stand you up so he dragged himself out of the house and on the bus to the skate park.

You were sitting on the ramp, doodling on the tape of your skateboard like you were prone to do. Each time you met up, the tape sported a new addition. Somehow, this show of normalcy eased Jisung’s heart a little.

When you heard Jisung’s shoes scraping against the gravel, you looked up and smiled at him.

Maybe you haven’t seen the tape yet?

You jumped down from the ramp and placed your pen on the board and pushed it towards Jisung. 

It stopped a few feet away from him.

Jisung bent down to pick it up when he noticed the new doodle in red.

WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME? 

YES NO

His lungs stopped functioning. 

Were you serious? Have you actually seen the tape and thought Jisung was worth something? Have you seen something in him that you actually liked? Did you like-like him or did you just pity him? Were you going to laugh at him if he didn’t circle NO?

With shaky hands, Jisung circled YES. 

He put the cap back on the pen and put it back on the board that he gently shoved back to you. He slowly raised himself back to his full height and eagerly drank in your reaction. It was hard to decipher your face, it’s like nothing gave way for whether you were going to kiss him next or burst out in laughter. Jisung doesn’t think he could take being laughed at right now.

You skate over to him, feet on the fresh graffiti and Jisung’s heart sinks to his stomach.

Ah, this was it then. You were going to tell him that it was all a joke and you didn’t like him back.

“Wassup, boyfriend?”

Jisung could feel tears start to prick his eyes. 

He couldn’t do this. 

Not now. Not here. Not with you.

“-Jisungie?”

Jisung couldn’t hear anything. He shut his eyes to try and limit the sensory overload. 

He was spiralling and he knew it, but he couldn’t stop. 

Suddenly he felt a soft warmth on his lips.

When he clocked back into reality, you were standing on your board, face inches from his.

“I said: do I have to kiss you to wake you up, Jisungie?”

“Yes.” Jisung breathlessly replied a beat too late.

You smiled at him and he could feel his cheeks warm up.

“Alrighty, you get another free for being cute.”

Jisung couldn’t start processing that you just called him cute to his face before the warmth was back on his lips.

This time, he was a little bit more prepared and kissed back.

When you pulled back, both sported toothy grins at each other.

“Be honest,” you whisper to not break the moment. “Do you actually like skating, or do you just like me?”

Jisung was a coward. And sometimes a liar.

“You.”

But sometimes he bravely told the truth.

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[andysorbit]

Weed Boy

best friend!Jisung x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of Marijuana

genre: fluff

word count: >1k

"Did you remember to get parsley on your way over?" You ask Jisung, "Everyone's gonna start coming soon."

He came early to help you set up for your small dinner party and he's excited to say the least.

He reaches into the pocket of his jacket and comes out with his middle finger waving at you and a playful smile.

You both laugh and he digs into his pocket once more and pulls out a small brown bag, "Yes, ma'am, I did," he says with a proud nod.

"Nice," You say as you dry your hands, "I'm almost done with the pasta."

Jisung passes you the bag and you open it, "Jisung, where'd you get this from?" You ask him.

"Well, I forgot it on my way over and when I was just outside, that's when I remembered so I ran to the store on the corner and got it from there," he replies with a concerned expression.

"Okay and when you asked for it, what did you say?"

"I forgot which seasoning you asked for and I didn't wanna call you because I didn't want you to think I was a dummy so I told the guy at the counter that I needed some green stuff."

"'Green stuff'? Dude, please tell me you're joking."

"No... no, I told him that."

"Smell this," You say as you push the bag into his hand.

Jisung holds the bag to his nose, "Ew, what is that?"

"Jisung, sweetheart, that's fucking weed," You sigh.

"Oh," he grunts.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" You ask him with an amused smirk.

"Make some weed brownies," he replies.

"Take your ass back to that store and get me some damn parsley please," You laugh as you swat him with the paper bag.

He nods, "Yes, ma'am," he chuckles sheepishly.

You smile at him, "Hurry up, weed boy."

#neoculturecollectives #nct fluff #jisung fluff #jisung park fluff #nct dream #nct dream fluff #kpop fluff #nct #nct x black!reader #nct x plus sized reader #kpop ambw #ambw nct #nct ambw #andyception

[hyuckilstan]

hi mah bebii, ik that you have been busy with school and personal life and i am missing you so much buttt here i am, and i wanna make a request.

I have been watching nct contents nowadays and fckkk park jisung's been wrecking me so hard 🙈

so, can i please have a fluffy jisung imagine where he tried so hard to learn cooking just so he can give you a sweet date night at your home?

Thank you so much and luv u mah yeosang~ 🥹💗

Pairing: Park Jisung x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, crack(?)

Warnings: none I could think of

Wc: (idk honestly) words

a/n: HI HII MY WOOYOUNG sorry this took long but I tried my best<333 its so cheesy lmao help-

☽·Masterlist·☾

“That’s not how you do it!” a high pitched shriek came from the boy who stood behind Jisung, who had been preparing for a date, a surprise one. He told his best friend Chenle that he was planning to cook something special for you for dinner, it was not the most special but the most Jisung could offer.

And of course his friend was bound to be worried (although he showed it in a questionable way), especially since he had to be watched if he had burnt down their dorms even just when he made ramen, so Chenle volunteered to help.

“I- then how-” Jisung asked confused, “Just- go wash these” Chenle told him continuing the work that he gave to Jisung, Jisung simply nods and takes the vegetables, bringing them to the sink.

He pauses for a while though, standing there like a statue, just then Chenle looked back at him, “What’s wrong?” he asks his friend who just froze, “Am I supposed to wash this with dishwasher or...”

Chenle’s eyes widened in a ‘You’ve gotta be kidding me’ expression, and the boy just smiled awkwardly, just as Chenle was about to speak another voice interrupted them.

“Jisungie! I’m home!” it was your voice which startled both the boys, they both walked to the door, seeing you take off your jacket, they just stood there.

“What’re you guys up to?” you asked, they looked at each other than back at you, causing you to raise a brow. “Uh we uh...” Jisung started speaking looking around even though it wasn’t like they were doing anything sketchy.

“I gotta go, bye Y/N! Happy one year anniversary together,” Chenle said rushed, you didn’t bother calling him cause you know he’ll ignore you anyways.

“Hey,” Jisung flashed you a smile which you mirrored, you slowly walked towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you snuggled onto his chest, “You’re home early,” Jisung says in his deep voice, which you loved, it gave you some kind of unexplainable peace and warmth.

“Yeah, boss let me go early,” you say and he hums, wrapping his arms around you as well, his nimble fingers raking your hair, “I missed you,” you said and you could hear a small yet low giggle from your boyfriend.

“I missed you too,” he replies and you smile, “What were you doing anyways?” you asked looking up at Jisung whose cheeks were getting pink after the question, “Well I wanted to do something for our special day and-”

Jisung stopped speaking mid-sentence when you started sniffing, “It smells like something is burning,” you say and the tall boy’s eyes widen, “The food!” he shouts breaking the hug, dashing towards the kitchen with you tailing behind him, after turning off the stove he groans, holding his head at disbelief that he forgot about it.

“Babe? What’s wrong- oh-” you said once you saw the cooking disaster, “Don’t tell me you almost just burnt our apartment down,” he slowly turns towards you with an expression that shows awkwardness.

”W-well you see- I just so happened to try to uh...” he starts saying and stops, looking at you, seeing you listen carefully, signalling him to go on.

“Well it’s our one year anniversary of being together and, I wanted to do something special,” he says quietly and sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. After finishing his sentence, there was silence and when he looked up he notices you smiling at him sweetly, as you always have, the tall and shy boy has always been so sweet, tries his best although it may not turn out to be the prettiest.

“Atleast say something?” he looks away, feeling shy under your loving stare, he will never get used to it, the way you look at him as if he is the most special person to exist with so much adoration is something he knows he’ll never get used to yet never get enough of.

You didn’t respond, not verbally, you quietly wrapped your arms around the tall boy’s waist, engulfing him into a warm and tight hug, inhaling his welcoming scent.

“I love you Park Jisung.”

His heart skipped a beat the moment those words came out your mouth, looking up at him, you smiled again, seeing the poor boy red like a tomato, you could even feel his heartbeat beat faster.

“I- I love you too,” he replies facing away to make sure you don’t see the blush on his cheeks, although that had already failed.

“You’re cute,” you giggled, loosening your arms around him, “I appreciate it though Ji, it’s the thought that counts,” you said and he smiles, glad that he met someone so understanding and sweet like you.

“Well now,” you walked away from him, going to the mess in the kitchen, clapping your hands together, “Let’s clean this up, then we can eat ramen and watch a movie okay?” you suggested.

He nods with a smile, walking towards you and looking at you, pulling you into another hug, one which made you the flustered one this time round.

“Thank you Y/N,” he rakes the locks of your hair, his soothing voice filling you with a deep sense of calm.

“I appreciate you so much,” he does and he always will, for always supporting him, always being so open-minded and understanding, and for always being so patient with him.

He sighs out before finishing his entire sentence.

“I love you, and I don’t think I will ever stop.”

Taglist: @amangooo, @yeo-hehet, @zen626, @hwanchaesong, @yungisstar1117 (lemme know if you wanna be added, removed or if I forgot to add you :3)

©hyuckilstan. All rights reserved. Please do not plagiarize my works.

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[taexoxosgf]

THIS DECEMBER

PAIRING park jisung x fem!reader | ft. friendgroup!nct dream

WORDS 5k

SYNOPSIS Your horny friends try to pull a little prank on you in the days leading up to Christmas. One thing Park Jisung likes to remind them is: he totally doesn’t want any part in it. Except, he totally does.

WARNINGS smut, ANGST, fluff, lots of dialogue, vag fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, vanilla vanilla vanilla, they're in love basically

NOTES I have to admit, this isn’t my best work lolllllll. though this was supposed to be posted on christmas, this can be my new years gift! 2024 here we come babyyy

★ Part of A Dreamy Christmas Collab!

“Why don’t we all be her secret Santa?” 

“What are you talking about?” Jaemin chuckles, eyes dancing as he seems intrigued by the idea.  But what pervades his mind was nothing like what Donghyuck was about to propose. 

“Think about it…” he trails.  “She used to say, if it’s an SOS, and we need help in that department,” he points to his crotch– “She would help us out.” 

“You’re fucking crazy,” Jisung rolls his eyes when he catches on to Hyuck’s sudden idea.  

“So you’re saying we all get her a present?” Chenle asks.

“Yes… But we all have to give her the same… present,” he walks between each of the men like a devil hovering over their shoulders.   

“Hyuck, just get to the point,” Jeno huffs. 

“Okay, bu–”

“No ‘buts!’ Get to your point,” Renjun groans.  

“The gift we’re giving her can’t be put into a shitty little box.”

“Oh my god, NO!” Mark whines.  

“What’s so wrong with a little fun?” 

“Are you seriously suggesting an… orgy?” 

“No, you idiot,” Hyuck pinches his nose bridge.  “Let’s all give her our present one by one leading up to Christmas… Like an advent calendar,” he shrugs, unable to hide the pride beaming off of him from the simile.  

“So you’re suggesting we all have sex with her in the days leading up to Christmas?  Am I hearing this right?” Jaemin intervenes once more, orbs gleaming with interest. 

“Ding Ding! We have a winner!”

“Jisung’s right. You’ve gone insane,” Renjun fully laughs.

“You know I’m insane, and that’s why we have fun.  But you know what? Let’s make this more interesting… When we tell her after Christmas, the person who she says is her best fuck, get’s her secret Santa present,” Hyuck smirks. “You know she goes all out.” 

“I’m in, but it might be hard for Mark because he’s actually in love with her,” Jaemin turns his body towards his friend who avoids eye contact before offering a retort. 

“Why just me? You guys are all in love with her!” His claim is met with a group of huffs and groans.

“How do you know she’ll even agree to this?” Jeno points out, earning a nod from the others. 

“She doesn’t have to if she doesn’t want to.  If she does, then great! Amazing even! But if she doesn’t, then man, I feel kinda bad because we all got a thing for her.” Hyuck accepts the facts of the predicament. “Hopefully we can laugh about this on New Years.”

“I don’t.  I guess I’m the only one,” the youngest of the group speaks out but it’s not taken seriously by his older friends as a fit of laughter echoes within the small space.  

Hyuck’s the first one to speak– placing a hand on Jisung’s shoulder, “You’re the worst out of all of us.”  

“What are you talking about?”

“You guys always bicker and talk shit but I know all you want to do is rip each other’s clothes off,” Jeno jumps in. “Nice try though.  I almost believed it.”

“I’m not! She’s annoying as hell!”

“So annoying you want to fuck it out of her, right?” Jaemin joins. 

“You guys are jumping me right now, I’m leaving,” Jisung excuses himself earning a look of victory from his friends.

“Wait!  So you agree to it, right? Jisung?!  Hello?”  Chenle and Renjun yell out in unison, but the only reply heard is the slam of a door.  

“You’re serious about this Hyuck?” Mark asks one last time. 

“No, but this is just so those two kids will finally admit they’re down bad for each other.  I think this will be their breaking point.” 

“Damn,” all the other boys yell in unison. 

“I know right? Someone needs to hire me for something!  I don’t know for what, but something!” he crosses his arms to bask in his actions. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Mark laughs at his friend.  “You’re so dumb.” 

“Just wait and see.  He won’t make it to Christmas…”

Everyone is being… weird. 

On the very first day of December, you and all your friends come together to pick a name out of a jar.  The game of Secret Santa is an annual tradition you love partaking in. But once the weather dropped thirty degrees, all the boys started acting shady.  They were canceling plans with you on purpose, avoiding eye contact when you spoke to any one of them, and just running away the first chance they got.  It was easy to get mad, even call them out for it, but the replies would always be the same– that there was nothing wrong or they were just tired.  

And you’re not going to lie, it was starting to make your skin crawl.  The sudden shift in dynamic between you and the boys has you wondering if you did something wrong. But if they were trying to pull something, then they had another thing coming. It was frustrating, trying to shake it out of them in every way possible, but no one would budge.

December eighth rolls around and you know everyone is free today because you all collectively promised Sunghoon that every year until the day you die, this day will always be open for him.  It’s always an annual trip to the snowy mountains– a secluded cabin and powdery snow that’s fit for snowboarding. Surprisingly, but not so surprisingly, everyone’s busy up until the car ride to the cabin. 

Their persistent avoidance, even for an event like this, just pulls on the strings even harder. 

You’re leaning against the island of the kitchen, glaring into their souls from across the room as the music's bass reverberates throughout the warm cabin; and the bitter liquid in your plastic cup disappears like water down a drain.  

“Why are you standing here all by yourself?” 

You turn to the voice, sporting a grin once you realize who it is. “Hey, birthday boy. Just glaring at the boys.  Don’t know if they notice though,” you squint a little harder, hoping they’ll finally notice. 

Sunghoon’s orbs follow the seven of them scattered around the living room. “They notice alright. I’m sure they’ll come crawling back when they realize you don’t play.” 

“Oh, they know I don’t.  But they’re still gonna try anyway,” you let out a heavy sigh.  “I just wish I knew what they’re up to.  It’s killing me.” 

“Just ask Jisung.” 

“Why Jisung?” The mention of your friend’s name causes the subject of your orbs to shift to him, but he’s already looking your way.  When you make eye contact, he hurriedly glances away, confirming the suspicion that something’s up. 

“I feel like whatever they’re planning, he’s telling them he doesn’t want to do it.” 

“Why is that so detailed? Do you know what they’re up to? Spill right now!”

Sunghoon shakes his head in denial, raising the cup to his lips before responding. “Nah, you guys are always going at it. That’s all. It’s just a hunch.” 

“Fine, maybe I will. But I was gonna do it anyway.” 

You’re already making your way towards Jisung when Sunghoon blurbs out.  “If it doesn’t work, I’m always available.”

“You wish, Park.”  But you stop in your tracks.  “Wait, what?” 

Sunghoon walks off in a hurry, “Nothing! Had to try at least once!” 

Rolling your eyes at the birthday boy, you finally make your way to your destination but all seven of your friends go completely mute once you reach it.  There’s not a sound emitting from them, and it practically forces smoke out of your ears. 

“Okay, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” Jeno murmurs.

“You guys have been ignoring me ever since December started! Spill your evil plans right now!” 

“Nothing’s going on,” Chenle adds, but it’s met with a crack of his voice at the final word, and you know one hundred percent they're lying. 

“Haechan! I know you’re the mastermind,” you turn to your friend, but all he does is shrug, eyes still looking everywhere but yours as he nonchalantly sips from his drink. 

“Nothing whatsoever. We’ve just been busy that’s all,” Jisung speaks out, but you chuckle, knowing he’ll eventually give in if you press him hard enough. 

“Of course, you’re a part of this! Sunghoon told me you weren’t, but I doubted him as soon as those words left his mouth!” 

“What is that supposed to mean?” Jisung’s tone changes, as if he’s warning you.

“That little shithead!” Jaemin groans.

“I knew it!” you exclaim.

“What did he tell you?” Renjun interrupts.

“Nothing, just what I said before.”

“Nothing is going on. You don’t believe us?” Jisung is still firm on his decision to make you believe otherwise. With that stupid smirk he’s trying to hide and how his form influences you to shift back. 

“Of course, you’re still on that even though Jaemin just admitted you guys are planning something! You’re the worst!” 

“And you’re a dumbass,” Jisung mumbles once you turn away.

“Look who’s fucking talking,” you don’t realize you’re stepping closer at every syllable exchanged and you don’t know why your friend loves to push your buttons so much.

“You always say I’m the worst and then you come right back.  I don’t think you hate me as much as you say you do,” Jisung’s eyes glimmer with a playfulness to them, closing the space between the two of you as the bickering reaches its climax.  But his words only fuel your rage.

At this point, you can only see red.  

All you do with Jisung is bicker or fight about stupid shit. Your friendship with the other boys is the glue that holds you and Jisung together.  No one could guess that you met all the boys through him. You both had been friends with benefits long ago— practically another lifetime. But you’d jump off a cliff before admitting that the shards of glass remain. And that it still cuts. 

It’s impossible to act like everything is fine and you both can get along.  So instead, you fight and fight until no more words can be said.  

“Ooooo,” you hear Jeno say, reminding you you’re still in a place full of swarming bodies. 

“What about you? You either hate me or you love me. It can’t be both,” you mutter, condemning yourself as you catch a glimpse of his lips hovering above yours.  You're both staring one another down, and you notice the same vein on the side of his temple, and his jaw clenches with each phrase that escapes your lips. 

“Watch it,” Jisung seethes.

“What? If you wanna play this game, let’s pla—“

“Okay! Enough of this,” Hyuck groans before dragging the both of you by the wrist and out of the main room.

“What are you doing Hyuck?” you urgently inquire, but he doesn’t reply.  He only hurriedly rushes along, throwing you both into a bedroom you don’t recognize.  And as you rush to escape the enclosed space, your friend shuts the door in front of your face– leaving you with your hands practically clawing at the door.  

“Lee Donghyuck! Open the fucking door right now!” you yell out, unable to comprehend how your friend could think this was a solution.  “Open the door before I beat your ass!” 

“He’s not going to open the door,” Jisung reminds you of his presence amidst the chaos.  “Not until the morning.”  

“What?! No. No. No. This is not happening right now.”  

“Let’s just sleep.  So when we wake up, we can just get outta here.”  

You scan the room, realizing there’s nothing for you to rest on except the bed in the center– the one Jisung is currently sitting on.  “You think I can fall asleep with everything that’s going on?  And I don’t even know what’s going on,” you’re shifting awkwardly, habitually rocking yourself on the heel of your feet following the eye of the storm.  

“Just sleep.  It’ll be over soon,” Jisung already makes himself comfy, placing his legs under the covers and rearranging the pillow to his liking.  He’s too calm.  Way too calm for what just occurred. 

“Where am I supposed to sleep?” 

“I don’t know, figure it out,” he mumbles, lids already fluttering shut.  You hate how you admire how long his eyelashes are.  

His eagerness to ignore the dilemma influences you to the bed to pry his lids open.  As Jisung opens his eyes willingly, you finally take notice of how close you both are.  His eyes widen at the proximity and he shifts back to the edge of the bed in surprise. You’re caught off guard because there seems to be something lingering in the air between the two of you.  And you brush it off because you know it’s annoyance. 

“Just sleep,” he softly lets out before returning to his original position.  “Next to me.” 

His softness in these last words has you admitting some defeat– realizing fighting won’t solve anything.  “Fine.”  

There are still zero answers that will satisfy your scrambled mind.  

And you’re trapped in a room with someone you can’t stand for more than five minutes.

It’ll be over soon.  Right? 

You’re fucking drenched. 

As the daze of sleep washes over, you notice the stickiness between your thighs. And not the good kind. 

It felt as if you just entered the fiery pits of hell. 

“What the fuck?” you whine. The air was so humid, you were practically suffocating.  And as you turn to the side, you see an irritated Jisung.  If you thought you looked gross, Jisung didn’t have a dry spot on his clothing.   

You try your hardest not to stare at the clothing sticking to his abs.  This is not the time.

“Don’t,” he warns, thinking you’re about to poke fun at him.

You chuckle at the sight of his discomfort, offering a half-assed apology.  “Sorry.”  

“Lee Donghyuck! Turn off the fucking heater!” he yells out, but there’s no answer.  

“Fuck.  We’re going to die.” 

“I’m not dying here with you.  That’s not how I’m going out.”  

“Is that so bad?  Chill the fuck out,” you roll your eyes. 

“Yes it is! I’m gonna kick the door down and beat Donghyuck’s ass.”

You don’t know if it’s the unbearable heat, or the constant fucking attitude from Jisung all night.  Maybe it was the pent-up frustration from all the other times you both didn’t get along.  But you’ve decided enough is enough. 

“What’s your fucking problem?” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“You’re always so fucking mad at me.  I do nothing and you’re mad.  I breathe and you’re mad.  It pisses me off!  At this point, I should be the one giving you the attitude you give me!”  

“And you know what?  I always cared what you thought.  But not anymore. I’m done caring so pretend I don’t even exist,” your heart is beating out of your chest as the words spill out like vomit.  

“That’s no–” Jisung’s unable to finish his sentence when suddenly his orbs follow your fingertips gripping the hem of your top to bring over your head– leaving you in a bra.  “Wha-”

“It’s hot as shit and I’m not going to suffer.  Do what you want,” you huff, continuing with the removal of your jeans. You notice Jisung's stare lingering on your contours as you eventually pull them off, and it appears as if a million different things are running through his mind when he suddenly glances away and shakes his head.  

You’re not going to lie, it’s amusing seeing Jisung’s usual persona falter. Your boldness and the situation it creates masks the uncomfortable predicament the two of you are in.  “It’s not like you haven’t seen me like this before.”  

“What did you mean by ‘you used to care about what I thought?’” He swallows nervously.

His words have you stopping in your tracks, not realizing your words were true candor. “Nothing, I was just saying nonsense,” is all you can render as you make your way to the bed, but Jisung beats you to it, grabbing your wrist to prevent you from escaping.  

“Tell me. Please.  I know it wasn’t nonsense,” his voice is like syrup, the usual bite to it completely gone.  

You turn to face him, though you regret it the moment you notice how his eyes match his voice. “Well, I cared what you thought because of what we did before we all became friends.  And us… Or whatever we are.  I don’t know what we are now but I cared about you and what you thought about me.”

“Cared?”

“I still do…”  

“Then why do we fight?” 

“I don’t know.  I guess you hate me so I just returned that energy.” 

“I don’t hate you,” he sounds hurt, the similar bite of his voice attempting to escape.  “You annoy the hell out of me, but I could never hate you.”

“Oh…” 

“You really act like you hate me though,” Jisung offers a small smile.  

“I don’t hate you. You’re annoying as hell. And I just don’t know what to do with everything lingering in the air when I’m around you,” you bite your lip at the confession, realizing it wasn’t a very good one. And you see him watch you do so. 

“You mean the tension?” 

“Yeah… The tension… The tension causes us to fight. Right?” The air becomes more suffocating than it already is. Maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s Jisung so close to you, or how you’re basically naked in front of him.  

“What else would we do?” his eyes are still trained on your lips.  

“I don’t know,” you murmur not above a whisper. “You tell me.”

“Let me try something,” he takes a step forward, shortening the small space between the two of you. “Promise you won’t get mad.” 

“No promises,” you urge, because you’re unsure of what Jisung planned to do after the indirect confessions made in the room today.  One things for sure. This territory hadn’t been visited in ages and it scares the shit out of you.  

“What are you go–” You’re cut off the lips that make its way onto yours. 

When you see Jisung dipping his head down to capture your lips onto his, you're taken aback.  However, the minute he makes contact, your legs almost buckle.  It's a familiar sensation, and you melt into him as he tests the waters with increasing devotion.  

When you reciprocate the kiss, it gets feverish, and your trembling lips work together haphazardly, interwoven with airy sighs.  His arms reach for your waist, pulling you into him harder than ever before.  He knows your body like no one else, and it drives parts of your brain haywire.  It feels like only yesterday that you both would rendezvous.

He groans into your mouth and squeezes your ass as you tug on his hair the way he likes it.  It makes you whimper since the combination of the sloppy kiss and the rush of pleasure is far too satisfying. 

 It feels good.  Way too good.  

That's why when Jisung pulls away, you chase his lips and he emits a small chuckle at the action. “Tell me you missed me.  Tell me you don’t hate me and never did,” his shoulders rise and fall at a rapid pace as he catches his breath. 

“I don’t,” you look up at him, and you want nothing more to kiss him again.  It feels like all the frustration aimed at him was sexual.  It’s honestly his fault for always looking so tempting while offering some smartass retort.  “I never did.” 

"God, I missed you," he smashes his lips against yours again, this time much more aggressive, and the back of your knees reach the edge of the bed, briefly disconnecting your lips.  You laugh, and he smirks before diving back into you as soon as your back comes into contact the mattress.  

Something possesses him at that moment, makes his hands glide up the back of your thighs, to kiss down your neck, sucking and biting to leave small bites that he later licks over to soothe the sting.  “Know how much you love to be marked.” 

“And I know how much you love me choking on your dick,” you giggle, licking a long stripe along his neck up to his jaw.  

“You’re dangerous,” Jisung hooks your thong aside, unsurprised when he notices the sticky arousal coating his fingers.  “Fuck, I forgot how wet you get.” 

“It’s from the heat.”  Your words contradict themselves as noises of pleasure leave your lips when he runs his fingers along your folds.  Jisung, on the other hand, knows the meaning behind your words like no other.  “All this stickiness is from the heat? I don’t think so baby,” he offers some stimulation to your clit and your back arches once he comes in contact with your bud.  

You shake your head and he dips his head down onto your neck offering a small kiss against the side of your neck.  God, he looks so hot, with the sweat dripping down the side of his temple and his puffy lips from kissing.  

The lewd sounds from his fingers running along your folds sends you into a frenzy.  You’re attempting to gain more friction, bucking your hips to feel more.  You’re so needy for his touch.   You've been longing for this touch.  "I'll be nice, baby," he says, inserting one finger inside your hole, your walls engulfing him up to the knuckle.  Jisung experiments with twisting and curling his fingers, enjoying the way you gasp and pulse around his fingertips. 

The wet glide is so satisfying and you moan, basically fucking yourself onto his fingers. “Sung–” is all you can choke out as he begins thrusting with a rhythm you both can’t forget.  “Wai–”

But Jisung can’t withhold any longer, not with you looking so pretty underneath him.  Not with the sounds that he remembers all too well.  His cock practically throbs at these thoughts, begging to be free from its confines when you’re already a mess.  He’s pressing against your clit along with the constant thrust of his fingers.  “Shit, Sung!” you wail, already foreseeing your high from the short time.  

Your nails dig into his forearm, body twitching from the overwhelming pleasure only he can give you.  “Oh, fuck,” the words are combined with a moan as your orgasm takes you by surprise, coating his fingers in a creamy pearl substance.  It drips down your folds as he pulls away, and the wash of the aftermath runs from your toes to the crown of your head.  It’s blissful, but your hunger for him doesn’t stay satiated.  “Good girl,” he says as he revels in your figure. 

“I need you,” you pant.  “Now.”  

“Whatever you say, Mom,” he jokes as he pulls his shirt over his head before discarding the rest of his clothing.  

“Ewww. Never say that again,” you say, earning a laugh from Jisung.  

“Like words ever stopped me before pretty girl.”

He's tugging the side of your panties, dragging them down the side of your legs while practically gaping. He continues with your bra and he gazes, unable to believe everything taking place currently.  You're like a dream, sprawled out beneath him. The pretty girl he could never get close to after being so close with.  

“Ready?” he asks after he shakes himself out of the trance you have him in.  

“Mhm,” you nod.  

He pushes inside, sighing into your ear at the creaminess of your cunt.  Your arms are wrapped around his neck as he bottoms out, fingers burrowing further into his scalp.  Jisung, rather than staying against your neck, takes advantage of the chance to peer at you.  When his nose brushes up against yours, all he sees are your lips caught between your teeth.  

At the feeling of his big cock inside of you, you clench around him.  He groans against your mouth, habitually bucking his hips forward.  “Fuck,” you moan out, back arching at the feel of his cock dragging against your walls. Your brain is already a mess and it has been since the moment he kissed you.  But Jisung loves how you’re a mess around him.  He takes pride in how he makes you feel, and that turns him on beyond belief. 

“Move Sungie, please,”  you plead and Jisung groans at the nickname you know he loves so much.  It’s enough for him to grab your wrists to pin them above your head before he begins moving.  

“Sung,” you call out again when he begins to move.  His calculated movements have you squirming beneath him, but you’re still perfectly fit against him and it’s as if you both never stopped this routine.  

“You’re mine.  I’m not letting anyone touch you,” he coos, and you’re quick to agree.  “Yours.” 

The constant rhythm he keeps has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and you're shivering when he picks up the pace--giving him a look that seems to make Jisung's cock practically explode.  He snaps his hips forward, so close to the edge that you shudder at the perspective. 

He's fucking you so well that your eyesight is fuzzy, and the brush of his dick against the spot that drives you insane only adds to the sensation. "I-I'm so close," you warn, your irregular breathing hitting his face.  

“Wait S-sung-g no.” Just as you’re about to hit your peak, Jisung flips you over so that you’re sitting on his thighs.  Though you’re disappointed in the delay of your orgasm, the angle has his cock pushing deeper than before, tip nudging against your velvety walls harshly.  “Fuck, I can’t,” you beg as your back arches at the smallest movements.  

As fast as words leave his throat, Jisung dips down to suck on your nipple, occasionally leaving purple blossoms.  “Wait I’ll–” 

“You’ll what?” he says, chuckling when he sees you instinctively grinding forward against his member. “Cream my cock?” He watches your fucked out expressions, loving how your eyes are lined with tears.  

“I’m planning on it, “ he smirks before thrusting up into you.  

“J-jisung!” you’re a sobbing mess above him as his harsh thrusts sends pure pleasure up your spine.  His name falls off your lips like a mantra, and the gibberish he can’t make out only urges him to move furiously into you.  Though your brain is a puddle of mush, the band in your lower abdomen is about to snap, so you grind your hips against him with newly found fervor, stimulating your clit in the best way possible. 

Jisung watches you above him as his fingers dig into your waist.  You’re so beautiful, he thinks.  Everything about you, every part of your mind and body he worships, and he swears he’s not going to let go of you this time. 

“S-sung,” you moan again and again, and Jisung continues to abuse your boob, kissing up your throat as you inch closer to your high. “So perfect.” 

You let out a high-pitched moan at a specific thrust, and your thighs tremble against his.  "I got you," he says as he places a gentle kiss on your lips.  And after a few thrusts, you're collapsing against him, again repeating his name.  You're just a lick away from teetering off the edge.  

“I want it so bad,” you blabber against his neck.  “S-so close.  Don’t stop.” 

“Give it to me,” he dips underneath to circle your bundle of nerves with the perfect pressure and you come undone, high-pitched moans and whimpers against his ear.  

 The mix of cum and the slick from prior allows the glide to be that much easier for Jisung to glide against as he tips over the edge as well.  You’re still pulsing and gripping his cock like a vice and it’s a done deal for Jisung.  “Inside?” 

“Inside me,” you kiss the side of his neck.  He feels euphoric as your noises against his ear urges him on and his arms hold you tightly.  And after a few more thrusts and desperate hips, his cum shoots inside you.  “Fuck.” 

It's so much energy that when the sensation of your high washes over you, you collapse against Jisung, who also collapses against the mattress. 

“You’re sticky,” you look at his face and admire how good the afterglow of sex looks on him.  

 Jisung massages little circles across the small of your back in comforting stillness.  

“I’m going to murder Hyuck,” he realizes how much the humidity encases the room. 

“Maybe not too brutal, because his plan to lock us in here so we can finally make up worked,” you notify him and his eyes light up.

“I think everyone’s asleep.  How about we torture them some more?” he smirks at you.  

“I say Hyuck isn’t going to get a wink of sleep tonight,” you mischievously grin and it’s enough for Jisung to dive down and continue drowning in your lips. 

DECEMBER 31  11:59 PM

“Damn, I can’t believe my plan worked! You guys are attached to the fucking hip,” Hyuck comes over to you and Jisung hand-in-hand.  

10

“Your plan worked for once dumbass,” Jeno butts in abruptly, almost spilling the alcohol in his cup. 

9

“We have no more arguing but I don’t know if it’s worth it,” Jaemin points.  

8

“You guys are like rabbits!” Mark yells out.

7

“Gross! Not the fucking time! I need to find someone to kiss,” Renjun groans. 

6

“Yeah but everything Hyuck does to end our suffering, it just reappears as something else!” Chenle laughs, earning a middle-finger from the subject of his words. 

5

“Guess you were right.  We can laugh about this on New Year's,” Jeno turns to Hyuck.  

4

“Happy new year motherfuckers,” Chenle says before clinking all the cups together.  

3

You turn to Jisung as the clock counts down, his arm around your waist. “Happy New Year, boyfriend.” 

2

“Happy New Year, Girlfriend,” he smiles the hardest you’ve seen him in a while.  

1

“Happy fucking new year,” he says before smashing his lips onto yours. 

Happy fucking new year indeed. 

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[midmourn]

“someone sent me a pic of you getting into a girl’s car”

♡ nct dream ﹒ gender neutral!reader genre crack warnings picture of a cockroach LMAO note i literally hate how i wrote this one but here you go😭 sorry if its not as good i am Lacking these days ( masterlist )

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[ohmygs-blog]

May i req the reader asking jisung for hand pics bc she thinks his hands are SO PRETTY (I think his hands are SO PRETTY) -🐹

bf jisung + his hands.

his hands >>> this is literally me :)

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[xrenjunniesx]

could you do one where reader reacts to their smoothie mv cuz i’m addicted fr

text reaction to smoothie MV

// bf!dreamies

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[luvh4nji]

𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 + 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

warning: just fluff, reader is shorter than jeno and jisung, sorry yall im a short girlie it's my default <//3, hyuck's is a little suggestive

mark ; he makes time for you. he's such a busy guy, but whenever he has downtime, he's immediately inviting you over to the dorms or going to your apartment so he can just be with you, whether it's just cuddling or playing video games together or going out and doing something, he always makes time to be with you, no matter what. and he always leaves some of his clothing at your place so you won't miss him too much when he's gone.

"woah," he mumbles to himself, stopping in the doorway to his room when he sees you all curled up under his blankets in his bed, your face shielded from him by his clothes, blankets, and your own hair. he has to take a moment to take you in, mind racing at the fact that you're his, before he walks over, taking of his shoes and jacket, slipping into the bed beside you and wrapping an arm around your middle, pulling you into him, whispering "i love you so much" into your hair, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

renjun ; he notices the little things. even when you think he doesn't, even when he acts like he doesn't - he does. he's the type to see you something you mentioned you liked out in public and buy it for you, shrugging his shoulders casually when you start gushing over him and the gist. he's the type to overhear you talking on the phone to your friends about how much you like physical touch, so he starts touching you more; holding your hand, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your middle, pulling you into his lap.

"saw this at the store, thought you might like it." he tells you nonchalantly, handing you a little bag with a box of cookies inside, smiling to himself when you get all excited, running towards him to wrap you arms around his neck and press little kisses to his jaw. "they're you're favorite, right?" he asks, resting his hands on your waist, keeping you close, squeezing your hips imperceptibly as you snuggle into his chest.

jeno ; he's protective. he just finds so much comfort in knowing that you're safe and protected and that he's the one that makes you feel safe and protected. he's the type to keep your hand firmly trapped in his whenever you go out, to make sure to walk on the outside of the sidewalk, to keep his hand on the small of your back, just in case. he likes the feeling of knowing your safe.

"hold on," he leans down to whisper in your ear, grabbing your hand and pulling you to his other side as a car passed on the street beside you. he let go of your hand, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and bringing you close to his side, squeezing the skin of your arm every now and again to reaffirm himself that you were still there, that you were safe.

donghyuck ; before you started dating, hyuck was always such a shithead, always poking fun, teasing, pushing you to your limits, just so he can laugh at you when you get all flustered and upset. and he only does it because he can't do what he really wants to, which is kiss you until you can't stand up, so when you finally get together, he just gets so direct. if he wants something from you, he's determined to get it anyway he can to make up for all the lost time.

"you sure you have to go?" he asks, body hovering over yours, propping himself up on his elbows beside your head. and he just sighs heavily when you nod, looking down at you with his big, brown eyes for a moment before leaning down a pressing little kisses to your cheeks, the corners of your mouth, your lips, pushing against yours passionate and bruising, one hand moving down to lace with yours. and he loves how dazed you look when he pulls away, chasing after his lips as he leans back, pushing onto his side so you can get up. "alright, baby, i'll see you later." and all he can do is give you a sickeningly smug look when you roll on top of him, pressing your lips back to his.

jaemin ; he's so unbelievably, greasily soft with you. he's always looking at you with a lovesick look in his eyes, a soft smile taking over his features, and when you ask him what he's looking at, he just blinks slowly and grins up at you from where he's sitting, muttering a soft, "just you, baby." and if it was anyone else, it'd be enough to make you sick, but there's something about how genuine he is.

"c'mere, honey." he mumbles, grabbing your wrist as you walk by him and pulling you down into his lap, his hands immediately finding purchase wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. "look so pretty today, y'know that?" he'd ask, grinning when your face darkens in embarrassment. "pretty thing. love you." and he'd lift your hand to his lips, brushing his lips across your knuckles before he lets you get up.

chenle ; he's gentle with you. he's known for being sassy and teasing with his friends, but he's so different with you. he's so much more soft; his hands hovering over you at all times, touch unassuming but present, his words kind and gentle, always checking in on you, telling you how pretty he thinks you are, how smart you are - constantly showering you in compliments so you never have the time to feel self-conscious.

"you're so gorgeous." he tells you, looking up at you from where he was resting his head on your lap. reaching a hand up, he cups your cheek, making sure you look at him, despite your embarrassment at his blunt comments. "your little freckles, the lines around your eyes, the way your hair frames your face, it's all so gorgeous." he says, looking at you like you're something divine, his thumb brushing over the crest of your cheekbone, before he gets up, pushing you down to lay on your back on the couch, positioning himself over you, leaning down to press a searing kiss to your lips.

jisung ; he gets clingy. or, at least, clingier than usual. he's a guy that, generally, enjoys his own space. he likes having that distance between himself and others; he's not exactly sure why, it's just always been that why. but it's different with you. he feels like he can never be close enough. he likes holding your hand, wrapping an arm around your waist or shoulders, having you sit in his lap, laying on top of you when he gets home from a long schedule; he just needs to be near you at all times.

"hey, honey." he mutters, collapsing beside you on your bed, laying on his back and closing his eyes, nodding slowly when you ask if he's had a long day. "the longest." he replies, peaking at you from the corner of his eyes, before rolling over on top of you, nuzzling his face into your neck, pressing little kisses to the skin there. "i love you." he mutters into your neck, his breath hot, his voice low.

#nct #nct dream #nct reactions #nct dream reactions #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #nct headcanons #nct dream headcanons #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #mark lee #zhong chenle #lee jeno #park jisung #huang renjun #na jaemin #lee donghyuck #haechan

[sai4u]

couple of the year !

⤷ gq couple interviews with nct dream

− ⌗ ft .∿ dream ot7 x reader

− ⌗ genre + warnings .∿ fluff + haechan think he’s #1 (spoiler he’s not) & someone please save jeno….

− ⌗ trin’s note .∿ I had this planed for another group but I’m lowkey too hyperfixated on nct soooo….(I blamed dream()scape). also if you never seen a gq couple quiz, here’s one of my favorite examples :)

⤹ ⊹ MARK LEE

✶ mark would have extreme confidence that he would get all the questions correct. at most, maybe one or two questions wrong but he wouldn’t sulk it off, he would more than likely say, “I knew that” or “that was my second guess, I swear”

✶ weirdly enough, he would get the much deeper, or “harder”, questions correct more than the basic questions like what’s your middle name or what’s your favorite color

✶ for the deeper questions he gets correct, he would constantly answer, “see, I told you I knew you baby” with his lil smirk or a sly smile

✶ I think mark would almost always have a story attached majority of the questions you asked him. some are embarrassing, some have you giving a belly laugh, and some are sentimental. the sentimental ones, he’s holding eye contact with you, matching your smiles, and mouthing, ‘i love you’

✶ as for questions about him, he would let out an exaggerated sigh when you get them wrong. he would act so heartbroken and go on this dramatic ramble of how he thought his partner knew him

⤹ ⊹ HUANG RENJUN

✶ renjun is a shy lil thing for these types of interviews. quite nervous that he’ll get some wrong but confident enough that he’ll get most of them right. though, he does believe he’ll get more questions right than you will and he wasn’t wrong

✶ he would stand firm on the questions he got wrong that he thinks he got correct. he blames you that you never told him this information or that you’re a liar, sometimes side-eyes you before you say if he’s wrong or right. if he got it wrong, he would have hard evidence that he is correct and even state word for word on when you said the correct answer in the past

✶ as for questions about him, he would maybe allow bonus points. it depends on how many bonus questions you gave him, which would total how much or how little bonus points you get

✶ ngl, renjun can become a petty lil mf when it comes to his questions. he think it’s only right after the struggle you put him through answering some of those questions and fighting for his case

⤹ ⊹ LEE JENO

✶ slightly like mark and has extreme confidence that he’ll get every question right except….anyways ! it’s not that he’s an attentive bf (cause he is, trust !) but he’s truly shocked at how many he gets wrong. but at the same time, the ones he thinks he is wrong, he gets right ??? idk man. he knows who was your first best friend but doesn’t know your favorite meal…

✶ a lot of laughs are shared between the two of you cause it truly is funny at his reactions at whether or not he’s right. usually his jaw is dropped; if he’s right he nods his head in a slightly cocky manner but if he’s wrong, he shakes his head and curses himself

✶ but at the same time, you throw him some bonus points to help cause poor baby is not doing so good. in the end for the questions about you, he doesn’t do as bad but he believe that definitely isn’t his best and plans to be a better bf to you

✶ for questions about him, he assumes just about half the time that you won’t get this question right, and it could be the most basic questions anyone could easily answer. like why is mans shocked that you know his favorite artist and his favorite pastime…?

⤹ ⊹ LEE HAECHAN

✶ it turned from a cute quiz to a full blown competition. out of all of dream, his confidence is at an all time, always, when it comes to being the best boyfriend God can put on this earth. but oh do you have something planned for him

✶ haechan is more than a thousand percent confirmed that he’ll get all answers right and sits in his seat with such confidence. you roll your eyes and look through the questions as he continues to boast

✶ the questions were going good, ofc he was getting every single correct cause again, he’s the best (he prefers the term “perfect) you could ever have. until it’s questions that you may not know the answer to that starts to trip him. he thinks you’re pranking him, even after you assured him that you aren’t

✶ haechan would trip you up so you can forget the correct answers to your questions. a firm believer that haechan would sit in a certain position to have you gushing, you try to hide your smile while asking the question but it’s no use when he’s around

✶ though when it’s his turn to ask the question, he is absolutely terrible. he’ll throw in bonus questions to trip you up and when you get them wrong, he is so dramatic my goodness. he’s even worse than mark and think it’s the death of him that you don’t remember his comfort meal

⤹ ⊹ NA JAEMIN

✶ jaemin is actually mellow about his confidence for this couples quiz. he’s as confident as haechan but not nearly as bad as haechan can get. don’t get me wrong, he always assures that he’s the number one boyfriend material but thankfully know he’s not perfect

✶ I’d say out of all dream, jaemin would have I believe the third highest score. potentially a tie with renjun for second if he tries hard enough. he gets the easy and hard questions correct without breaking a sweat and sometimes throw in extra info for that question, just to show that he really is attentive

✶ throughout the quiz, he would blow air kisses and reach to grab your hand but you would think that he’s trying to cheat. which leads you to move it out of his reach and leaving him with a small pout

✶ another pouter on our hands guys ! he mostly pouts when he doesn’t get his bonus points or when you reject bonus points from him. no jaemin, you cannot get two bonus points just cause you named your partner’s dream career out of nowhere

✶ when it comes to jaemin’s questions, he is very nice about it and isn’t too harsh with the questions. though, he does throw some curveballs so prepared for that. he’ll go from what’s favorite movie to who’s the first person he talked to on the phone that day

⤹ ⊹ ZHONG CHENLE

✶ an actual comedy show when a couples quiz and chenle is combined. listen, he believes these questions doesn’t prove that he is a good boyfriend but he will do it just for the sake of you :p

✶ but at the same time, he will put on a game face and take this couples quiz veryyyy seriously. he refuses to even let a slim of doubt enter you just cause of a couple incorrect answers. I do believe as just as the amount of answers he gets correct, his ego gets stronger and you can tell from his stance

✶ though, (just like renjun) almost every answer he would get wrong, he would firmly believe that he is right. he’ll have you thinking that maybe YOU’RE the one with the wrong answer. he’ll do everything in his power to prove that he’s right and sometimes it gets a bit scary how hard he’s fighting for that point

✶ I would say that his score is pretty decent but he definitely could have done better. though after the interview, he’s still stuck on the questions he got wrong. cause wym your favorite ice cream isn’t cookies n cream ???? he literally saw you eat it last week

✶ now chenle giving you the questions….be prepared for a lot of sass, a lot of dramatic signs, and a lot of ‘I thought my partner knew me better mmcht’

⤹ ⊹ PARK JISUNG

✶ literally the best and most perfect companion for this quiz (yes I’m being biased, sue me). the man who would score the highest out of all seven boys but still keep a humble posture throughout the quiz. he blushes after you praise him for the amount he gets correct, which is all ofc :)

✶ sometimes he’ll be specific for certain questions, even after you told him he can keep it vague. he’ll go into detail of how your morning routine is set or little signs to show that you’re not in a talkative mood at the moment

✶ deeper questions are the ones that he is the most confident in, he mentally prepared himself for these type of questions. he’ll give reasons as to why you dislike this food or how you have a heavy distaste towards sports. starting to think it’s just jisung’s excuse to ramble about you

✶ as mentioned before, jisung isn’t as cocky as the members but internally, he knows he got this quiz in the bag. he stays humble and gushes on how much he got right

✶ for questions about himself, he’s one hundred percent sure that you’ll get majority correct. but he isn’t worked up if you were to get them wrong; instead, he lets a lighthearted ‘tsk’ and tells you the correct answer. he also reassures you that you still are a good partner to him, no matter how many you have gotten wrong :)

౨ৎ honestly shocked on how little time this took but I’m really happy with how it came out :)

౨ৎ lemme know if you guys want a 127 and/or wayv version of these hcs 😋

kisses to you all and God bless you 💗

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝟦𝗎. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

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[marklease]

Dreamies and princess treatment

was watching random princess treatment tiktoks and got in my feels... i am YEARNING for simp chivalry 😔💔

requests still open! enjoy

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[lqfiles]

SCORE THAT GOAL! — smau

after your college had announced that all the students were required to join a club and attend it twice a week, you were planning on either a) dropping out, or b) join the art club and pretend to be sick most of the times. that was before you discovered that park jisung is a long time member of the football team. change in plans: you LOVE football.

or in which you mindlessly join the football club in hopes of catching your crush’s attention (and to maybe secretly check him out too) who cares if you can’t even kick a ball up in the air?

football-player!jisung x fem!reader

genre ; rlly just humour, football / sports au, fluff, some angst, pining and eventually mutual pining, probably slow-burn, college au, strangers to lovers.

extras ; teasing and profanity | sexual and death jokes | reader is down bad | jisung kinda dislikes reader and closed off at the start | my knowledge on football isn’t the BEST but i know above basics and enough for this fic | idrc if some of these subject clubs don’t exist this is for entertainment 😸

notes ; 😭 mostly posting this for myself cos i’ve wanted to try a smau for a while now but i hope anyone else enjoys too.

PLAYLIST ; Rising , TripleS — Hype Boy , newjeans — Awkward , SZA — Gasoline , ROSY (FT. LILMONEY) — Attracted To You , Pinkpantheress — Cognac Queen , Megan Thee Stallion — Goodie Bag , Still Woozy — Eyedress , Something About You .

STATUS ; completed! (24.02.24)

profiles (1) | profiles (2)

1 ) donghyuck’s fault

2 ) 20% more insane

3 ) it’s the voices again

4 ) yes captain!

5 ) invest in a priv account

6 ) peach lipton ice tea

7 ) no suicide EVER

8 ) always believe women

9 ) grape & lemon drink

10 ) favourite teammate

11 ) wingman

12 ) jeno’s food provider

13 ) no lunch

14 ) awkward tension

15 ) a simple conversation

16 ) an even more normal conversation

17 ) under my umbrella

18 ) a canon event (ft. Renjun's Black Friday offer)

19 ) feeling submissive and fragile

20 ) woman hobbies & failed courseworks

21 ) man up and break it

22 ) make-up brush vs subway sandwich

23 ) OFFICIAL FRIENDSHIP!!!

24 ) a nice gesture

25 ) NOT my boyfriend

26 ) business exchange

27 ) what about mark?

28 ) winter wonders with you

29 ) JISUNG vs MARK

30 ) my princess (very lame)

31 ) riddle me this

32 ) do you like her? (probably)

33 ) wtf does QUORA know?

34 ) JISUNGxY/N: plan A

35 ) evil out the way, GOOD RIDDANCE

36 ) basketball incidents.

37 ) JISUNGxY/N: plan B (the jisung quiz)

38 ) E-DATING 🔛🔝🔥

39 ) wise words from renjun

40 ) that one sign

41 ) guess it’s a date

42 ) (unofficial) couple goals

43 ) the y/nle argument

44 ) professional over-thinker

45 ) executing major girlboss energy

46 ) the confession prep

47 ) knock some sense into them

48 ) war is over

49 ) knock some sense into JISUNG

50 ) an overdue confession

51 ) be your boyfriend?

52 ) scored that goal!

BONUS:

jisung the blonde

JISUNG vs MARK pt.2

jaemin’s hit tweets

the jeno quiz

one huge polyamory relationship

thank you for reading!

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[cafe-7-dream]

November Nights

Note(s): inspired by the video below that I couldn’t get out of my head  Word count: 842 Warning(s): pure fluff

Jisung got his motorcycle license in the summer. You still vividly recall the next meet-up that Jisung insisted upon shortly after he got it approved.

“They’re matching helmets,” he shyly said as he presented two motorcycle helmets. “So we can match when we ride together.”

“Like matching couple clothes,” you comment as you fondly take one from the pair. 

Jisung blushed but nodded. No matter how long you were together, Jisung still had a hard time being romantic without getting embarrassed.

“I love it,” you reassured. “Thank you.”

You stood on your tippy-toes. Jisung got the hint and bent over slightly to meet you halfway.

You pecked him on the lips in thanks for his thoughtful gift like you did every time to encourage his efforts to be a good boyfriend. 

This was Jisung’s first romantic relationship, and he had confessed to being scared of messing it up on one of your late-night talks. Jisung was always careful with both his actions and choice of words around you, but the hours between 12AM and 3AM did something to him, and that's when you usually got the unfiltered truth from him. You loved all of him, but this was the reason you were especially fond of sleepy Jisung. He boldly said the most romantic things then, like wishing for your relationship to be his first and last; of how he looked forward to growing grey and sharing the same retirement home with you. Hearing these pure prayers come from the mouth of your adorable boyfriend did things to your heart. 

Jisung would be the death of you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. This was a sentiment you thought of often, especially when you went on dates on his motorcycle.

Every weekend since that fateful summer, you two would explore the city by going on spontaneous dates wherever you ended up after riding around on Jisung’s motorcycle, wearing matching helmets and all. Some weekends, you would ride alongside him on your own motorcycle instead of sitting on the seat behind him. It didn't happen often, as Jisung had bravely confessed to preferring having your arms around him instead of an arm’s length away. Another late-night confession. You decided then and there to indulge him as much as possible.

Summer doesn’t last forever, however. It came and went in the blink of an eye and now the nights were getting longer while the air was getting colder with each day that passed. Fall passed by just as quickly, as it is prone to do when you are having a good time. Time is particular that way. 

The seasons may change, but your planned date nights didn’t. 

You went out on your motorcycles just like any other weekend one late November night. It was still technically considered to be daytime if you went by the time on the clock, but the sun had already set a short time ago, and darkness had already fully befallen the city. The air was freezing as it tried to whip you in the face, but you didn’t feel it from having your visor on the helmet down. You had ended up buying matching gloves for you and Jisung once the weather started taking a turn back in the fall, and you were both wearing them as you rode alongside each other. Now and then, you two had to separate and put distance between you to avoid bumping into the cars that you passed by, but you always found your way back to each other again, so you didn’t worry as you no longer felt Jisung’s presence behind you.

After a while, you got curious and lifted your visor to see better and looked around for him. 

That’s when you felt it.

Something wet and cold touched your nose. You turned your attention briefly to the sky and spotted falling snow; the first snowfall of the year. 

There was this belief that if you witnessed the first snowfall of the year with a loved one and made a wish upon it, it would come true.

You felt a familiar presence coming up behind you. You steered the motorcycle in a straight course with one hand on the handle and held the other hand out. Sure enough, Jisung came riding up and grasped it, steering one-handed as well. 

You looked into the eyes of your beloved boyfriend as well as you could with his long hair in the way. He had surprised you one day when winter was coming up by dying his hair snow-white to “test out the future”. You didn’t think you could fall deeper in love with Jisung, but he proved you wrong every day. His dyed hair was a wordless love confession in and of itself that he proudly wore for everyone to see.

Jisung had already confessed his wish for your love to endure the trials of time on a hot summer night. 

It couldn’t hurt for you to repeat the same wish upon the falling snowflakes around you on a cold winter night. 

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[fullsunstrawberry]

Nct Dream Reaction: Getting caught making out

requested: yes <3

warnings: public make-out, alcohol, steamy shower kiss, and mentions of length and moaning (I think that's all)

[dreamie masterlist]

a/n: this is a collab with the lovely @rockstarhaechan <33 (they did all the indented writings and i did the bulleted) make sure to give them lots of love ‼️‼️😍

permanent taglist: @vvsmydiamonds127 @haechansbbg

mark: 

marks arms were wrapped around you, pushing you against the wall.

“mark what if someone comes in?” you mumbled in between the kiss, hands tangled up in his hair.

he suddenly looked at you, stroking your hair out of your face tugging a strand of hair behind your ear.

“baby no one is gonna come in, don’t you trust me?” he blurred out before pulling you back into a kiss, tongues playing with each other, while his hand found the way to your waistband of your skirt.

you could swear that you heard a knock on the door, but quickly turned your attention back to mark.

right as his hand slipped under your skirt someone opened the door and stepped in.

“what the fuck are you guys doing here” you looked at a mad chenle who’s arms are crossed in front of him, standing right next to the two of you.

helplessly staring down at the floor, feet shifting every now and then until mark finally spoke up.

“see it’s not what it looks like chenle” he scratched his neck, practically staring into chenle’s soul.

“i caught you two making out, bro what about ‘we are just friends’ “ he quoted while looking at you and mark.

being clearly embarrassed by what just happened but returning back to you signaling you to leave.

“we’re gonna talk about this later” mark just told you before you left the room leaving him alone with chenle.

renjun: 

sitting in the corner of your favorite café, renjun beside you.

you two decided to grab some cake and coffee as celebration for you getting accepted into your new job.

“renjun should we wait for the others to arrive before ordering or are you going to order for them?” you asked him before turning your attention back to the waiter who was patiently waiting for your order.

“i’ll have an iced americano and a tangerine cake please” you told the waiter your order, and zoomed out when renjun told his drinks and snacks to the waiter.

“baby are you listening?” he grabbed your wrist gently, carefully pulling you on his lap.

no one was able to see the two of you cause you’ve been sitting in the very back of the café.

“renjun what are you doing” you let out a little laugh but before he even answered your question you suddenly felt his lips on yours.

his hands, traveling up your spine, yours resting on his chest.

your make out session was about five minutes long until someone behind you started talking.

“why in the middle of a café, can’t you guys get a room?” jeno asked the two of you.

“oh fuck” you mumbled, quickly sitting back on the bench, tugging your hair behind your ear acting clueless.

“well we ordered for you guys” you blurred out trying to cool down the situation.

“should’ve ordered a room for you guys” you heard jeno say quietly.

haechan: 

haechan invited you to one of his house parties with the rest of nct dream.

whenever he is at their dorm they usually throw a little party together while casually drinking a little bit.

after a while you started to get a little tipsy and everyone decided to play truth or dare.

haechan was the first one to spin the bottle and just to your surprise it landed on you.

“doll, truth or dare?” he questioned before you decided to go with truth.

“okay, is it true that you have a crush on me?” not knowing what to say you started to look around for help, but noticed that no one of the boys was going to help you so you’re stuck with this one.

“hm maybe, why don’t you find it out?” trying to sound confident about your answer but indirectly asking yourself if it was confident enough for them not to notice your huge ass crush on haechan.

you’re by now pretty wasted, it’s been an additional hour and you’re currently in the middle of the kitchen, looking for something normal to drink.

“where do these boys have their soda” you slurred out while looking into the different cabinets.

“whatcha lookin’ for” haechan hummed while grabbing your waist from the back, making you groan a little.

his hands slowly started to grip your waist tighter as you continued to look for a soda.

“babe” he called out, making you turn around.

“what did you just call me haechan?” looking into his eyes as you tried to get out of his grip.

not because he made you uncomfortable or anything else but because you didn’t know if you could resist him.

haechan noticed that you wanted to get away, so he pulled you even closer.

“i know you have a crush on me, why are you trying to run away now?” not being able to get a word out until you finally wanted to talk.

“i-i don’t-“ stuttering and stumbling over your own words when haechan cut you off by kissing you passionately.

picking you up without hesitation and placing you down on the kitchen counter before he started to kiss you again.

softly moaning into the kiss until you heard someone clearing their throat at the kitchen door.

haechan immediately broke the kiss and looked at the door, an impatient expression seen on mark and jisung’s face.

“we thought we should check up on you two since you’ve been missing for quite some time now, but guess you had something important to discuss” jisung said grossed out before turning around and dragging mark with him.

“can we continue now?” was the only thing haechan said before kissing you again and turning it into a heated make out session.

Jeno:

protective boii

He knows that he would never be able to get you alone with a dorm full of men. Especially not in his bedroom.

The only place they didn't bother him in was the shower

it took a little bit of convincing but his hands on your body washing all the body soap off you was definitely worth it

"wait I think I missed a spot" His hand came up to your face and rubbed his thumb against your lips

"I knew this wasn't just an innocent shower" you giggled, already closing your eyes waiting for him to kiss you

when he did you stumbled a little bit, resulting in jeno putting his arms around you and holding you against him

you felt his hardening length pressed on your body as his gaze traveled down your figure, taking in every curve. You felt shivers as you met his intense gaze

He leaned in again, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss

His hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of you.

You responded eagerly, running your fingers through his wet hair. The water from the shower cascaded around you

Right as your hands were making its way down his body, following the drops of water, a loud scream startled you both

Jeno quickly hid your body with his own while looking back to see who ruined the moment

Chenle stood there eyes widened In horror

“Get out before I gouge your eyeballs out!”

Chenle ran out of the bathroom screaming about how he just needed to brush his teeth

“You scared him!”

“HE SAW YOU NAKED!!”

Jaemin:

This boy would not care at all! Instead, he would put on a show,,

“Come here princess” he called out with a mischievous grin.

"Yeah, no kissing tonight! The guys are here"

Jaemin did not get why you cared.

Pulling you onto his lap and letting his hand rest on your check "Baby, everyone knows not to disturb us"

You couldn't help but smile at his charm, giving in to his playful demands.

Jaemin saw your body relax and started pressing small kisses to your neck

As Jaemin's lips brushed against your neck, a shiver traveled down your spine. His touch was always electrifying.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to submit to the sensation, forgetting about everything else at that moment.

You could still hear the sound of laughter and chatter from the living room but you didn't care anymore, pulling his face away from your neck to finally meet his lips.

As you tangled your fingers in his hair, a soft moan escaped from his lips

"Let's take this off" He groaned, breaking the kiss to pull off your shirt

Not wasting any time he hungrily reconnected your lips. His hands explore every inch of your exposed skin.

You were so focused on Jaemin that you didn't even hear the door open

Jaemin's movements were swift and precise, his arms wrapping around your waist as he flipped you over with ease. He positioned himself on top of you, his body covering yours possessively.

"Don't just stand there! leave or join," his voice laced with arrogance and a bit of humor

Jaemin didn't bother to look up at whoever had entered the room. Instead, his eyes remained fixated on yours, filled with an intensity that sent a rush of heat through your veins.

Chenle:

He says it's your fault it happened because you looked too damn good!

He's been very busy, so he invited everyone to hang out...playing basketball

You protested at first but came around to the idea after he gave you his puppy dog eyes...how are you supposed to say no to them!!

You made sure to sneakily take one of his jerseys from his closet.

Showing up earlier than the guys just to get Chenle's reaction

"You ready to lose?"

Before he could say a sassy remark he turned to face you, mouth opening in shock

"You okay?" you laughed walking closer to him "You know exactly what you're doing" He smirked wrapping his arms around you.

"Even picked the one with my name" he whispered into your ear.

"You're my favorite"

"Good" He finally closed the distance between you two by pulling you from your hips and pressing his lips against yours

You pulled away before he could deepened the kiss, "We can't, the guys are going to be here soon"

"We got here early" he whined, looking at your lips before kissing you again. But this time he was in a rush, sliding his tongue into your mouth and letting his hands dig into your waist

The door to the court swung open, and the sound of laughter and chatter filled the room. You both jumped apart, trying to compose yourselves as the guys filed into the basketball court one by one.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Jaemin asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He nudged Chenle playfully. "Did you guys start without us?"

Chenle cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact with his friends. "Nah, we were just...practicing our moves."

Donghyuck raised an eyebrow, smirking knowingly. "Sure, sure. Practice makes perfect, I guess."

Jisung:

This poor, poor baby… He doesn't even give you public affection, he might literally wither away if caught.

"The guys said they were going out," Jisung smirked, his fingers lacing through yours as he pulled you closer to him.

"How did you get out of this one?" You asked, playfully raising an eyebrow.

"Said I had more important things to do," Jisung replied, his arm wrapping around your waist.

"So I'm more important?" You couldn't help but tease him

Jisung smirked “Let me show you just how important you are”

Jisung closed the distance between you two, trapping you against the wall

The cool surface pressed against your back grounded you in the intensity of the moment. As his hands found their way to cradle your face, deepening the kiss

Your fingers tangled into his hair, eliciting a small moan from him. Taking advantage of his parted lips, you eagerly explored his mouth with your tongue

Not wanting to give up dominance, Jisung's hands roamed over your body, sending shivers down your spine as he stopped at your butt and gave it a playful squeeze

Lost in the moment, neither of you heard the door opening until a gasp filled the room.

Both of you tensed up and widened your eyes in realization...

"MY EYES!" Jaemin screamed in shock

Instead of pushing you away and hiding, Jisung hid his face into your neck and giggled

“I thought they would be gone”

Nct dream taglist: @loveforred @rmslover

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[ruwriteshours]

CHASING PAVEMENTS (PART I) 𓇼 (P.JS)

✎ PAIRING: park jisung x fem! reader

✎ GENRE: angst, smut, brother's best friend trope

✎ WARNING: !!sexual content!! (minors dni) fwb relationship, jisung is slightly an asshole, reader is naive, ambiguous ending, might do a part two???

✎ SUMMARY: In which jisung's derived thoughts leads him to an unlikely arrangement with chenle's sister, where he fucks up (quite literally) when he realises how deep in the feels he has for the girl he is suppose to show disinterest to, in honour of 'BRO CODE'.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: since a few of you guys voted for jisung fic, here it is! it def took longer than i expected but i hope you like this one! <3

part two

PARK JISUNG HAD NO BOUNDARIES.

A man with desired sexual hormones isn't one to back down on steamy hook-up sessions, especially ones which are deemed promising. However, he didn't exactly knew how to draw the line when he began banging his best friend's sister.

(He thanked the heavens that Chenle had gone out that night to not witness the sinister act.)

But to be fair, the male didn't exactly plan to go black-out drunk at their usual dorm party on that particular Saturday night just to wake up naked with his best friend's sister on his side of the bed.

Especially since it's the same girl who had a thing for the said boy since their childhood, so much so that it was excrutiating for Jisung to watch her poor attempts at making a move on him. Even Chenle was used to it and was completely fine with your lovesick crush for his best friend, from the way you would stutter around the boy or the fact you used to give him flowers every Valentine's day, knowing deep down that your little feelings would fade away eventually.

But now, it's different because it's no longer a one-sided pining from you, rather a completely mutual friends-with-benefits situation. Though, it's far fetch to consider you and Jisung to be friends. He was always disinterested in you and even with this new arrangement, he only seemed content with finding a buddy he could released his pent-up sexual frustations with. Despite this, Jisung wouldn't initiate anything other than sex, making it clear that his intention with you is strictly for his selfish desires. His dirty little secret to be kept from Chenle.

You, on the other hand, couldn't be more happy than to pass up the only opportunity to be closer to Jisung. It was silly for you to expect anything more, but this was better than nothing. Jisung had fuck boy tendecies, it was nearly impossible for you to make him stay committed. However, a part of you was determined to make him fall for you.

No matter how wrong it was, it seemed that both of you can't get enough of each other.

Which is how Jisung ended up in your dorm room on Wednesday night, currently his cock buried deep inside of you as you suppress your moans. His hand digging your inner thighs as he lift you up to get a better angle, half of your body up in the air.

Grunting in frustation, his hair glued to his forehead from the layers of sweat. Rounds and rounds of endless pleasure. You could tell his anger that was built up a moment ago, was slowly dissipitating from the way his thrust begins to slow down, pausing briefly to brush the strands of his hair back. The view making you squeeze around him tighter.

"S-Shit. Do that again." He demanded, his hand coming up to grab onto your tits harshly as he pushed himself further inside you.

Squeezing once again, you made an attempt to wrap your hands around his neck only to have it shoved aside. His hands clutching your wrist to prevent you from touching him.

"I'm close!" You mewled, hip trusting against his as you made an attempt to inch closer towards him— if that was even possible.

"Me too!" He groaned.

With one powerful thrust, the both of you reached the awaiting orgasm. His breath close to your face as you stared into his eyes, entranced with the way he looks. Biting your lips, you lean in for a kiss only to have his warmth ripped away from you. Standing up to get himself dressed, much to your disappointment.

"You're leaving, already." You asked, not wanting to sound too desperate.

The male could only give a brief nod, "Yup, I have to get back before Chenle suspects something's up."

But you knew it was bullshit. Chenle didn't care if his best friend didn't show up to their dorm late at night. It was normal in a college settings. You knew that he was coming up with an excuse to not indulge further and as much as that should give you a blaring warning in your ears, you were still as stubborn as ever.

"Okay! Get back safely." You said cheerily, watching as he quickly buttons up his shirt.

Getting nothing but a hum of acknowledgement as he made his way out of your dorm, not even glancing back.

Laying down on your dishelved bed, you could only have the same feeling of regret wash over you. You wonder why you would let yourself seek love from someone who clearly could not care less about you. It had been four months of never-ending sneaky hook ups and there was still no hope that he was semi into you. You were stupid for thinking like a child.

Perhaps, you could let this go once again.

Again.

WEEK ONE.

Sitting from afar, you watch in subtlety at the disgustingly appaling view from a couple feet away. There stood, Jisung smiling with such admiration towards NingNing, a girl whom he was talking to. Her giggles echoed through the cafeteria as his friends were teasing him from the side. The sight of the sweet interaction made your heart clench, ultimately feeling defeated as you had once again expected too much of Jisung to reciprocate his feelings.

Too indulged in your thoughts, you didn't bother taking notice of the pity looks you were received by your friends. Chaeryeong glared at the audacious boy while Yunjin patted your shoulder comfortingly.

"You should move on." Yunjin mumbled.

"Yeah, you deserve way better." Chaeryeong chimed in.

You could only offer a meek shrug, "It's probably nothing, guys."

But even your own voice couldn't believe the words, knowing well enough that it was hopeless to string onto a thread that was never held onto on the other end.

It was evident from your persistence that you were determined to hold onto the shred of hope that maybe, just maybe it could work. That those years of pinning would be worth it.

"You know the guy from Econ is totally into you." Yunjin spoke up, redirecting the topic.

You perked up but remained an uninterested expression.

"Oh, come on. I'm not asking you to fuck him or anything." She said. "Maybe try get to know him, he's really sweet."

"Are you talking about that guy that helped her carry her stuff to class." Chaeryeong voice raised excitedly.

"Seungmin? He's nice to everyone." You justified, dismissing your friend's exaggerated story.

"But he's more nicer to you." Yunjin rebutted, earning an agreement nod from your red-haired friend.

"And I may or may not have heard him talking to Hyunjin about wanting your number." She added.

You scoffed playfully, "Thanks but no thanks. The last thing I need is another migraine from boys."

That was the end of the conversation. Luckily, your friends didn't push you further, allowing the three of you to eat in peace before the bell rang.

Bidding 'goodbyes' to each other as you parted ways to your assigned schedule. In some twisted way, you were glad that you were sharing this one particular class with Jisung. Both of you having similar major. Feeling the excitement rush through you as you made your way to the class. Students swarming in, looking for seats as you watched around in hopes of spotting the black haired boy.

To your luck, he was seated near the window with an empty seat beside him. In queue, you made a beeline towards his direction, only to have another bag placed itself against the wooden desk. Slightly flinching from the sudden intrusion, you looked up and saw the same girl at the cafeteria. Her sun-kissed face contorted into confusion.

"Oh, did you plan sitting here?" NingNing removed her stuff, "I can mo-"

"No!" Jisung interrupted abruptly, standing up to hold onto her wrist. "Sit here."

You couldn't help but watch with dull eyes as Jisung completely ignored your presence. His eyes gazing onto the girl as both of them shared a look of something that held a cruelly familiarity; a look of mutual liking.

"I-It's okay, I can find another seat." You stuttered, turning around quickly and grab onto a chair that was available and plopping down on it without looking back.

Biting back your tears, you didn't notice that the whole interaction was being observed by your classmate. Some whispered among themselves while others ignored it as if it was some normal occurence. You didn't have shame left to be bothered by their comment.

It wasn't news that your crush for Jisung was evident. Everyone knew, and you didn't bother to hide it because you were happy to admit it. You would broadcast to the whole street for your undying love for the boy and not a glimpse of embarassment would overcome you. However, Jisung would only continue to ignore you, of course, only on the outside. Afterall, it would ruin his pride for the class to know what he did to his best friend's sister behind close doors.

Staring distractedly at your unwritten paper, it was as if today wasn't one of your best when your lecturer had called you out, waiting for your answer.

Gulping nervously as you looked around to see students watching you, wanting nothing more than to burn a hole through the ground.

Just as you were about to utter your response, a hand swiftly moved a piece of paper towards your table, giving you a chance to catch the answer, making you read it aloud.

Your lecturer gave you stern look, as if reprimanding you before moving on to the next portion of the lesson. You sigh in relief, turning your head to the side to thank the person who helped you.

Seungmin chuckled at your flustered state, waving off as if it was nothing. He went back to his notes, scribbling down a couple of words before sliding it back to your desk.

'You okay?'

You smiled and began writing down before handing it back to him discreetly.

'I'm good :)'

He stared at the note for a moment before writting down a couple of sentence. You glanced slightly towards him, not wanting to make it obvious and pretended to focus on the lecture. Not a second later, the same yellow note slid itself towards your desk.

'Good enough to give me your no?'

You giggled silently at his bold flirting before deciding to give him your number. It was harmless, anyways. You thoughtlessly scribbled down. Little did you know, your little interaction didn't went unnoticed by the black-haired boy at the back of the class, who had been glaring holes behind you unknowingly. A sudden vision of green clouded his mind, a feeling that he hated deeply.

Jealously.

Pounding furiously against you as you were pressed up against the door to the janitor's closet. The cleaning tools were left scattered on the floor as he kept pushing himself closer to you, his hands snaking itself around your neck making your hips arched towards his cock.

Jisung moaned deliciously at the contact as he began placing love bites down your throat, slowly turning you around only to hoist you up by the thighs. You gasped at the new position, your legs wrapping around his slim waist, his hand coming to find itself in your hands, trapping you completely.

Just as you were about to release, Jisung completely removed himself away from you. His hands made is way to the zipper of his pants as he tidied himself up, you were left shocked as you watched him crossed his arms, as if waiting expectedly.

"Finish yourself for me. I want to see how you make yourself cum." He demanded, his demeanor not changing even for a moment.

You were hesitant with your moves, which only angered the male above you. Grabbing your wrist as he guided it towards your wet cunt, you maoned at the harsh contact before he lets go. His eyes urging you to continue.

If it was any other day, you would have felt shameful but considering he had denied you pleasure, you were more than eager to finish. Quickening the pace on your fingers as you shoved it deeper, scrunching your face in pure bliss, watching the way Jisung eyes were trained onto yours. His hard-on was evident yet he was more focus on the view in front of him, not bothering to fix his big issue.

Just then, the sense of euphoria came and your hand were painted with the colourless liquid. As you were about to wipe away, his hands held yours, stopping you. Inching his face closer to your cum-covered hands, he stuck out his tongue to lick it clean off. Your eyes widened at his actions, not expecting him to act so scandalous.

Once he was done licking like it was some popsicle, he gargled the remaining liquid and swallowed it down as if it was something tasteful, letting out a content sigh. Without saying a word, he left the room to leave you in a confused mess.

WEEK TWO.

Ever since that incident, you were only fueled by the same feeling in your stomach, the heart-fluttering butterflies aching your vulnerable heart. That had been the most intimate he's been and you were only craving more for his affection which, unbeknownst to you, was only the beginning. His texts were now more engaging and he seemed to want to make time whenever he would get. Despite your friend's disapproval, you were blinded by Jisung's false hope. You had even forgotten about Seungmin, ignoring his message on whether you would be available to hang out. All your mind could think of was Jisung.

Only getting disappointment when he would go back to a cycle of ignoring your existence and talk to NingNing on campus.

Oh well, it's a progress at least.

Though that meant that you were playing a very dangerous game when Chenle began suspecting the marks on your neck that were very prominent. Thankfully, he wasn't one to be nosy, passing off insults before walking off.

"Yo, could you stop staring at Jisung." Your brother snapped you out.

You had conveniently left your keys inside your dorm room and your roommate was not able to come back home as she was visiting her parents, which only gave you the only option to bunk in with your brother and his roommates. You would've slept with your friends, if it weren't for the fact that the both of them hadn't been home as well, making plans with their boyfriends. Luckily though, the boys had been kind enough to set up a room for you, which in exchange, meant that they were all sleeping outside to avoid any awkward circumstances. Hours had passed and you were getting bored with their loud cheering in the living room, struggling to tug yourself to sleep, you decide to observe the commotion.

Even without facing your way, his gaze focused on the video game in front of him, he could sense your unbearing stares for his best friend. Chenle groaned when he lost against Jisung, Mark offering the younger a high-five while Haechan cackled at Chenle's frustatated expression.

"Could you like, not be so weird around my friends." Chenle turned towards you, his friends watching you as you blushed deep red, walking off in a rush.

"Your sister's kinda hot." Haechan spoke up, earning a smack from Mark.

"What! It's the truth. Jisung, you're kinda lucky."

Chenle gagged, "Don't make me throw up. She's a nightmare."

"Well, you're saying that 'cause it's your sister. If any one of us has a hot sister, you would've totally went for it."

"I'm not having this sick conversation." Chenle dramatically declared before making his way to the kitchen, Mark following suit to grab a snack.

"You're lying if you're not in the slightest bit interested." Haechan whispered, taking extra precaution despite being away from their earshot.

"Of course not." The younger denied.

"Sure." Haechan's voice dragged on, indicating that he wasn't convinced. "So you wouldn't be bothered if she was talking to someone else, right."

Haechan provoked, smirking when he noticed that Jisung's hand tightened around the console. Despite his calm appearance, the older knew he was bothered by that thought.

"Less of a headache for me then." Jisung focused his gaze on the screen, not wanting to give Haechan the attention.

The older, of course, didn't like that. "So, if Seungmin were to make a move on her. You would be fine."

"No!" He blurted out.

That was when he could see the older's smugness through the screen, backtracking himself. "I mean— yes, I don't care! Why are you so worked up over this." He accused trying to keep the facade that was already cracked.

"Yeah, like I'm the one with the beet red face." Haechan fired back, finding humour in his reaction, happy that he has successfully got through him. "Dude, you know Chenle would be okay with it, right?"

"Shut up!"

Jisung rolled his eyes before throwing his console towards the older, facing the screen in a attempt to cover up his embarassed face. His heart accelerating from getting caught by a loudmouth like Haechan.

Luckily his embarassment was cut off short when Chenle and Mark came back in with snacks on their hand.

"So, you guys going to Sunwoo's party next Friday." Mark munched on his chips.

The sudden silence as the group checked their schedule.

1:56 am

"Oh, shit! We should probably stop soon."

"Yeah, soon!" Haechan mumbled, too engrossed in his game.

"But you guys are going, right?" Mark confirmed.

Earning a collective hum before the four of them went back to their video game, reminding themselves that it was only one game and that they would go to sleep afterwards.

Newsflash: It wasn't one round of gaming.

Which is why the three of them ended up being knocked up in the couch, Mark's loud snoring annoyed Jisung as he twisted his body back and forth, groaning when he realised he couldn't sleep.

Suddenly, a devious plan came to mind. Removing the blanket off of him, he tip-toed towards the closed door. Luckily, you were still wide awake, scrolling mindlessly on your phone. You perked up when you heard the sound of the door opening, Jisung's head peeking in. Stepping inside, you knew what he was in for...

Morning soon kicked in, rubbing your eyes. You wrapped the blanket around your bare body tightly, looking to the side to find Jisung no longer by your side. Groaning from the slight ache, you made your way to the bathroom, which was thankfully connected to the room, sparing you the intrusion.

All of your classes were in the afternoon, which gave you time to prepare breakfast. It didn't take long for you to find some ingredients, which was thankfully, not expired, knowing how lazy Chenle would get in cleaning up his stuff. The smell of freshly cooked pancakes awakened the boys. Yawning aloud as they sat down, as if awaiting for their meal. You rolled their eyes before setting a stack in front of them.

"Mm, you're the best." Haechan moaned dramatically, taking a bite. Mark humming in agreement.

"Don't you guys brush your teeth?" You asked in disgust, ignoring his compliment.

"We usually brush after."

"Gross."

A noise of protest erupt, which made you laugh. Just as you were about to make another one, in came Jisung. The last to be awake.

"Ji, come try this. She's such a good cook!" Haechan praised.

"It's just pancake." You humbled yourself.

"Yeah, you can chill out. This taste like ass." Chenle called out, which made you glare at your brother.

"Well, give me then!" You held your hand out.

Chenle only took the plate further from your reach, sticking his tongue out in mockery. Annoyed, you grabbed the spatula and whacked him across the face. Mark and Haechan laughed as Chenle began to chase you around, threatening you with a string of profanities escaping his mouth. You retaliated further by shoving him away. The sight of bickering between the siblings made Jisung smile, finding you adorable... wait, what?

"No thanks." He mumbled, quickly changing his mood back before you noticed.

"Oh, by the way, you should check your phone. NingNing's been texting you." Mark informed.

You tensed at the mention of the girl, pausing you actions briefly.

"Oh, right. I'll check it later." He said dismissively.

"So, what's your status with her?" Chenle asked, panting slightly from exhaustion.

You pretended to busy yourself in the sink, tuning in into their conversation without making it obvious.

"I don't know." He replied dryly.

"Oh, come on. She probably likes you, you've been pinning her since, what, last year?" Mark prodded.

You didn't want to hear the rest as you quickly excused yourself, telling them you had to meet your friends. Grabbing your stuff as you dashed out, in a hurry.

"Dude, we totally forgot your sister likes Ji. Oh, she's gonna be crushed." Haechan pointed out, his eyes widened comically as he pointed at the younger.

Chenle was the one to speak up, shrugging, "Who cares? She'll get over it." Chenle patted Jisung's shoulder, "Besides, we should be more worried about helping him ask the hottest chick out."

Jisung awkwardly chuckled.

"Right."

The day passed by unusually fast and Jisung still hasn't gotten a text from you. Don't get him wrong, he hated when you would get too clingy and risk the both of you getting caught but you would have usually been online by the time he opened his messaging app. It was rather impressive that you would be able to know the perfect moment to predict when he would text you. However, this time, Jisung saw that you were active three hours ago. He didn't think too much of it and switched off his phone, redirecting his attention back onto the lecture. Passing by the day as per normal.

Little did he know, that you were sulking on the other side of campus. Chaeryeong and Yunjin sitting on either side of you as you began to overthink.

"I thought we were doing okay." You mumbled, pulling your hair out in frustation.

"It's not you. You know what Jisung is like, you can't blame yourself." Chaeryeong scolded.

Just then, you watched as NingNing made her way towards campus. Her head hung low as she was focused on her phone. You could see her smile brightly, indicating that she was probably texting someone. For some reason you knew exactly who it was from how giddy she was acting. A part of you felt guilty for being selfish.

"Do you guys think I should really move on?" You asked meekly.

The both of them shot you a deadpanned look, as if ridiculing you for asking a dumb question. But the they didn't get to answer when you sat up straight, as if a lightbulb appeared on your head. "You know what?" You stood up, "I am going to move on!"

"Really?" Yunjin asked excitedly, standing up as well.

"Yes! Afterall, he only arranged this ordeal to get over his one sided crush." You waved off.

"What!" Both of them yelled in unison. "Yeah," You shrugged as if it was nothing. "He even moaned the wrong name in bed but that's besides the point."

"And you're only telling us this now?!"

You looked confused, "I thought I told you guys already."

"Uh, no you didn't. You said you guys hooked up accidentally and that's what made him want to do it again." Grabbing your shoulders, shaking them vigorously as if she was trying to wake you up, "You didn't tell us he was blatantly using you as a rebound." Yunjin said in fury, having been shocked by the sudden discovery. Chaeryeong, on the other hand wanted to punch the boy whenever he is on sight now.

"I mean, at least he got what he wanted now." You smiled, "It's totally fine, I should be happy for him."

Your friends looked at you in pity as you try to remain cheerful, not wanting to break down.

"I say we should forget about him completely."

WEEK THREE.

A few days went by and you were out hanging with your friends. Though, it would be a lie to say you weren't tempted when Jisung were to text you. It has been days without your usual sessions but he wouldn't really push the matter further, making you think that he didn't really care. In fact, you swore you saw him walking with NingNing on campus the other day. That thought had lessened the heartbreak and you soon got better at ignoring him completely.

Little did you know that Jisung began to worry about your absence. Growing more annoyed when you refuse to look at him whenever the both of you crossed paths in the hallway, even when you shared the same class, you weren't as eager to sit beside him. In fact, choosing a seat that was far from where he could see you. But in Jisung's classic way of dealing things, he ignored it, thinking that he might be exaggerating and that you were probably busy, opting to wait for you to approach him. Like you've always have.

Which was why you were fine with going to a party with your friends, knowing that if Jisung were there, he wouldn't even make an attempt to be near you.

But boy, were you wrong.

To say you were uncomfortable was an understatement, but to be fair, you hadn't had the best experience with parties. The first time you had gotten black-out drunk that you threw up all over Yunjin (you apologised later on, of course) and was forced to go back home earlier, with a massive hangover the next day. The next couple of times were consists of awkward mingling, considering you weren't one to be social. You vow to never attend a party ever again. Of course, until a few circumstances had changed.

Now, here you are, standing awkwardly while your friends were having the time of their lives. They were quite experience with the whole lifestyle, while you, on the other hand, just watched with a forced smile and they greet other college students. The liquid in the red solo cup was left untouched in your hands.

Walking through the crowds, you had lost your path with your friends, leaving you alone. As you frantically look around you, a hand clasped onto your shoulder. Turning around, you saw a beaming Seungmin.

"Didn't know you'd be here."

"Never really thought this through." You laughed awkwardly, "I didn't know why I bothered coming here."

"Parties are not your thing, huh?" He concluded, grabbing your hand as the both of you went to a more quieter area.

You didn't answer because if was fairly obvious, instead asking him back. He looked away before giving you a cheeky smile, "My friend dragged me here."

"The one making out with that girl." You pointed, watching his blonde-haired friend, Hyunjin, getting handsy.

"Yup. That's him." He scratched his head.

A moment of silence takes place before you decided to speak up, "I'm sorry for ghosting you, by the way."

He perked up, "It's alright."

"No, I'm serious. An asshole move on my part."

"Well, I can't blame you. You seemed pretty smitten with Jisung." He said, taking a sip of his drink.

"Yeah." You admitted, "But I'm over him now, well— in the process of."

He smiled, "Finally finding dignity for yourself, huh?"

"Hey!" You hit his arm, taking an offense at his words.

His laughter fueled in your anger but you soon find humour as you too, laughed along with him. And just like that, you spent the whole party talking to Seungmin.

That view alone made both of you appear to look like a couple, which was harmless. But in Jisung's eyes, it is deemed as a threat. Having had arrived an hour prior to the party, his gaze like a hawk as he eyed the both of you laughing away, ignoring Chenle's ranting.

"What have you been staring at?" Chenle moved his head towards the male, trying to match his view.

Just as Chenle eye's landed on your figure, he hummed in amusement, "Guess she finally got over you."

He joked, patting the male. But Jisung couldn't pick up on his words, not when he was fuming in anger.

Luckily though, Chenle got distracted by Haechan calling out to him, which served as a great escape for him to march towards you.

"You want to go outside?" He heard the voice of the sickening male, Seungmin's hands carressing your arms.

In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to take you away.

Which was what happened, because the next thing you could register was a sudden pull on the arm, dragging you away. It happened to quickly that not even Seungmin could utter in protest, which resulted you getting sucked into the mysterious hand. You didn't put up a fight though, knowing deep down the hand that it belongs to.

You sigh, getting tired of Jisung's mixed signals and wanting nothing more than to end the madness once and for all.

He pushed you towards an empty room before making his way in, locking the door while he slammed it shut. His back was turned towards you and you could only let out a grumble of complaint.

"So you dragged me here to give me the silent treatment." You provoked, "If you want to fuck me, just get it done and over with."

He turned around, facing you with eyes you could never read. Jisung was hard to understand and you couldn't figure out what he was thinking at the moment.

"That's not what I want to do."

"Then what is it, surely it isn't to talk. We never talk anyways, we just fuck." You scoffed, "So, try again." You scoffed, taking a step towards him.

He grabbed his hair in frusatation, "I don't know— fuck! I don't know, okay!"

"No! It's not okay because I'm sick of you treating me like a side piece. You got yourself a girlfriend now so why the hell are you still with me!" You yelled out.

"Because I like you too!" He blurted.

You widened your eyes at the sudden confession. "I like you, okay? I always have since we were kids too and I got scared so I tried to get over you by talking to her. I didn't realise how far I have gotten."

You shook your head, "Well, that's the thing. You don't think, you just do. I have made it clear from the start about my feelings but you just use it against me to fuck! You have never liked me so don't you dare fucking lie to me!"

"I'm not lying." He took a step forward, which only made you back away in disgust.

He didn't made an attempt afterwards, his eyes pleading as he watched you shuffle away.

"Well, isn't that a fucking useful information." Your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Fuck me then."

"What."

"You heard me, I said. Fuck. Me."

For the first time, it felt that you had the upper-hand. From the way Jisung seem to be more intimidated by your voice. You wanted him to feel the pain that you felt. Used like how he used you. You wanted to get back at him.

"If you don't, I'll leave."

That seemed to set a fire alarm in his ears because he was quick on his feet. His hand coming up to harshly grip onto your shirt to pull it off. You obliged, moving your hand to his neck to wrap it around his neck. With a quick tug, you pulled Jisung onto the bed, his back landed on the soft matress as you straddled his hips.

He groaned when you hastily reached his zipper, pulling down his cock. which slapped against his stomach in an instant. Veiny and red.

He was about to lean in for a kiss before you covered his lips, pouting slightly at your refusal. A smirk played on your lips as you whispered against his ear. "It doesn't feel nice, does it?"

He was about to utter your name when you began pumping his length harshly, causing him to let out loud moans.

"How pathetic, I haven't even started putting my pussy inside." You mocked.

Sliding your panties to the side, you guided his hardened cock towards your wet slick, quickly slammed your hips against him once it was slid in smoothly. Both of you moan at the contact.

Bouncing against him with such speed, you could only struggle to let out few whimpers as he held tightly onto your hips, urging you to move faster.

You could tell he was nearing from the way his grip tightened. You were sure that it would leave bruises the next day. However, that was the least of your worries as you removed yourself away from him. He groaned in frustation at the sudden loss of contact.

"Why did yo— ah!" He was interrupted when you began sucking him without warning. His noises began to grow increasingly louder, which only made you shove your throat deeper, determined to take him in completely.

He moaned aloud your name in ecstasy, finally being able to release. His load painting your mouth as you swallow it clean.

He was panting from the pure bliss, having had one of the best blow jobs he had ever gotten.

He watched as you began to clean yourself up, slowly putting on your clothes. "Wait— where are you going?" He asked, grabbing your arm to stop you.

"We're done here." You said coldly.

"But—"

"You got what you wanted. I hope you're happy so don't ever contact me again." You began, making your way towards the door.

"Consider this our last session."

And with that, Jisung was left shock. Sitting alone in a stranger's bed as he was left defeated with the fact that you were never going to feel the same way for him again.

He knew he had fucked up. Badly.

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[zchl]

⌦ PRETTY BOY ✿﹐ #P.JS 🎀

pairing ﹒park jisung x fem read genre ﹒fluff , established relationship , cutesy things warnings ﹒jisung’s a tad insecure

⊹ when jisung gets sad over his acne and you catch him trying to figure out your skincare products.

✶ 1O:2Opm ▹﹒🎧

you enter the dorm you and your boyfriend shared. you’ve just gotten done with your exams, feeling tired and in need of your boyfriends presence you called out for him, “ji baby, where are you?” he would usually be sitting in the living room waiting for you by this time, or maybe sleeping since it was late. while looking around you hear a loud thud from the bathroom and what sounds like a squeal. you quickly make your way over to jisung’s bathroom. you try to open the door but to your surprise it’s locked.

“jisung? are you in here?” you knocked lightly on the door, you hear rustling come from inside before he responds quietly, “yeah i am..” you frown slightly wondering why he’s locking himself up in the bathroom. “why’s the door locked? can you open up, pleasee?” still holding onto the door knob. “uh,,,no! no. not yet! let me finish..” you raise an eyebrow in confusion. you could basically hear the sad look on his face. “jisung baby, let me in please.” you plead once more. it takes a few more pleases for you to hear the door unlock from the inside.

you open up the door slowly to reveal your tall boyfriend sitting on the toilet with your moisturizer pads sitting on his face. your serums, toners and lotions sitting on the counter. you look back at him, your face softening once you see why he wanted you out. “don’t laugh.” he pouts, his face flushed a soft pink. you can’t help but smile at him as you crouch in front of him.

“it’s not funny!” the whines leaving his mouth were making you feel even more giggly. “ji baby, i’m not making fun of you.” you grin, placing your hands on his knees. “wanna tell me what you’re doing with my skincare?” he looks away from you, head tilted down. “not really, it’s embarrassing…” you get up and go to check the products he was using. you chuckle to yourself when you see the mixture of different skincare products. “jisung, you know if you wanted to play with my stuff you could’ve just asked.”

he quickly shakes his head, “i’m not, playing with your stuff i’m just..experimenting.” he deeply sighs taking off the pads from his face and rubbing the moisture off his skin with the back of his hand. “i just thought that if i could find something that would get rid of my acne…i would be prettier for you.” your eyes widen, lips forming into a frown. “baby what do you mean, prettier for me?..” your heart hurts for him, you truly hoped he didn’t think you found him unattractive because of his acne.

you grab his hands as you hover over his seated body, “jijj, you’re soso pretty to me.” you reassure him rubbing small circles on his hand. “your acne doesn’t make me think that you’re less pretty than i always have.” you lift one hand to his cheek, rubbing his skin softly. “your skin is perfect, imperfections and all. i’ll always think you’re pretty.”

jisung’s eyes light up hearing your words, his mood changes instantly from one of sadness to happiness. “you mean it?..you’re not teasing me right?” he asks, grabbing your hand in his big cold hands, pressing it against his cheek more. “i mean it ji, i’d never lie to you about something like this.” you smile, “now get up, i’ll do your skincare if you’d like…but with the proper products.” you remark teasingly. he rolls his eyes in response but widely smiles afterwords getting up and holding your hands. you gather your skincare products that you think would fit his skin. while doing so you hear him mumble something under his breath,

“yn..”

“huh? what is it ji?”

“you think i’m pretty?”

your words had finally came to sense in his mind, the smile plastered across his face was something you wish you saw more on him.

“yes jisung, i think you are so pretty.

my pretty boy.”

written by @zchl on tumblr! give credits if reposting to other platforms. :)

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[midmourn]

we can’t be friends

♡ nct dream ﹒ gender neutral!reader genre angst, fluff warnings just angst note im trying to get some writing inspo back😭 been in the trenches for months now sorry guys ( library )

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