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babyflossy · 4 years

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i miss you | p.js

pairing: jisung x reader

summary: the months you spend apart on a study abroad program in paris are almost worth it just to be in each other’s arms again.

genre: fluff

warnings: unedited, cringy french that my french tutor would laugh at me for

word count: 1.6k

when you had told jisung you were applying to a study abroad program, he had plastered on a smile and told you he thought it was a great idea. you had always tried your hardest to be his biggest supporter when he had a comeback, or when he went on tour, the least he could do was repay you in this way. what he didn't tell you, was how scared he was for you to be so far away from him for so long.

sure, your relationship had survived the early mornings and the late nights of his seemingly never-ending work days, it had held strong through the weeks you couldn’t see each other face to face. seeing you had been his biggest motivation on so many occasions, whenever he was anxious to try something new, a new concept or a new show, you were right there beside him; physically or on the other end of the phone line.

so why was it so hard for him to accept this? the one thing you needed in return for all the things you did for him, and he was having such a hard time finding the power to get excited with you.

paris. that’s were your school placed you when you successfully passed the interviews. paris, a twelve hour flight and a seven hour time difference. but when he saw how your eyes lit up whenever you spoke about it, he couldn’t bring himself to voice his worries. he would brave it with a smile, just like you always did.

you were due to spend a semester there, a whole three months on the other side of the world to him. jisung wasn’t sure why he found it so difficult to process, being away from you for so long. what if you found a french boy that you liked more than him? or what if you loved it so much you decided to move there? he didn’t know what he would do if you left seoul for europe.

the departure date you had typed into his phone calendar approached faster than any day ever had, and it was with teary eyes he sent you off the airport alone, unable to risk being spotted in public. you had spent weeks promising to call every day, that it wouldn’t be that different to when he was on tour.

but it would be, he knew that. even on tour, you had always found time to surprise him at different venues with the help of the other dreamies, and when he was kept from you due to his schedule, there was the knowledge that if something bad happened, he was never that far away.

paris wasn’t just a quick drive, though, and the reality set in after he received the last text from you in the same country, telling him you had put your phone onto airplane mode but you would call him when you landed.

the promise was kept, of course, yours always were, and he listened to you ramble tiredly about the flight whilst you spoke hesitant french to the airport staff, trying to find your way to baggage claim. at that moment, the only positive he could think of was how nice your voice sounded speaking french, and how much he wanted you to teach him.

over the next months, you made a point to call jisung at every opportunity you had; in the early hours of the paris mornings before you had fallen asleep and jisung was already waking up for his days, right before he fell asleep as you were cooking dinner. you would facetime and go about your tasks together, finding comfort in the company.

every now and then you would have nights where the longing you felt for your little seoul apartment was overwhelming. where you would wish for nothing but being in your boyfriend’s arms, breathing in the smell of his bodywash and wearing his hoodies. but, alas, you were on the opposite side of the globe with nothing but one of his hoodies and the picture of him as your lockscreen. and your homescreen. and your laptop background.

when the halfway mark passed, jisung felt a little better knowing you coming home was an event on the distant horizon. the last thought he would have before he fell asleep was you next to him again, the smell of your shampoo and your perfume and the tinkling of your jewellery lulling him into a peaceful slumber. the memories of the nights he spent cuddled up to you in your apartment, or falling asleep on the couch in the dorm's living room were almost painful for him when he knew it would be at least another month until he could make new ones with you.

sometimes when he fished one of his shirts out of the bottom of his wardrobe, he would get a drift of your washing detergent, or the candles you burned before you fell asleep. in those moments, he would reach for his phone, texting you a sad message of how much he missed you and wait for the ringing when you face timed him, a melancholy smile on your features in the soft light.

one night after a particularly hard practice session where he had been scolded by the dance teacher, he collapsed on his bed, mentally and physically exhausted. just when he was thinking of heading to bed, the familiar ringtone he had set for exclusively you cut through the gloomy air of his bedroom, a spark of hope shooting through him.

"jisung! how was practice?" your voice crackles over the line and he frowns at the screen, watching you shield your eyes as you stared down at your phone.

"i got shouted at," he mumbles quickly, still trying to figure out where you are. over the time you spent in paris, jisung had gotten to know your surroundings, the different backgrounds in your rented flat, the cafe you frequented, the convenience store at the bottom of your street. but he couldn't make out where you were. "where are you?"

"look!" you beam at him, turning the camera around to show the view in front of you. before you stands the eiffel tower, sheets of rain distorting the picture to your boyfriend. "i know it's raining, but i wanted you to see it! i haven't had time to do proper sight-seeing yet."

"y/n, it's not just raining, it's storming!" jisung exclaims in surprise, watching the monument glitter under the dark clouds, "you're going to catch a cold!"

"i'll be fine, jisung! i promise!" and your promises were never wrong. “but look at it! isn’t it beautiful!”

“it is, i wish i could see it in person with you!” the words come out quieter than he expected and he’s unsure if you’ll be able to hear him over the pouring rain.

“then i’ll have to bring you here one day,” the camera turns to face you again, hair drenched, mascara collecting under your eyes. in that moment, he thinks he’s never seen such a dazzling sight.

the last stretch of your time in paris is painful for jisung, but the days slip through your fingers as you prepare to fly back to seoul. you spend the last week packing your things and saying goodbye to all the friends you had made, promising to stay in touch so you could practice your french more.

the night before your flight home, jisung calls you one last time, but when you hang up there is no heaviness in his heart, just the burning anticipation of you coming home again.

“y/n!” the voice that shouts it is so painfully familiar, but it sounds so different in person than over the phone. you freeze, eyes scanning the crowd in front of you to meet the pair you’re looking for. when they do meet, you think you can feel tears fill your eyes.

in an instant, a body collides with yours. the fabric of a hoodie is pressed into your face, a bodywash you would recognise anywhere floating up your nose, the arms you had missed so much wrapping themselves around you. for a prolongued minute you stay like that, jisung’s cheek pressed into the top of your head nestled under his chin.

the mask covering his face prevents you from kissing in front of the crowd but he holds you at arm’s length to examine your face. when he’s satisfied you still look like the same old y/n, he buries himself into you again.

“i missed you so much,” your words are muffled by his clothes and only then do you feel the wrapping crinkling behind your back.

“you have no idea how much i missed you,” he mumbles when he pulls away, pulling the brightest purple flowers from behind your back. the look of surprise on your face makes him laugh gleefully, still not believing you’re finally back in front of him. “they’re iris flowers, apparently they’re french. something to remind you of it, i guess.” there’s a blush on his cheeks as he sputters out his explanation, free hand coming to rub the back of his neck nervously.

the tears in your eyes spill over as you launch yourself back onto him, the both of you stumbling back slightly before jisung can catch his footing. “i love you so much.” you press your lips to the expanse of his exposed jawline, hands gripping his shoulder tightly.

“i love you so much as well, but you gotta teach me how to say that in french.”

“mon coeur est à toi pour toujours, jisung.”

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sungie-baby · 5 years

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[11:45 pm] "Shit shit shit!" you exclaim.

Packing for a camping trip is a lot of work. Especially when it was planned the week before. Checking to make sure you had all your food together, you realized the ground beef (the main ingredient to your three out of five meals) developed a smell.

You were leaving at five in the morning so that you would be early enough to check in, but with the initial stress of preparing for the 10 hour drive and now this, you felt defeated.

"Hey do we have enough of that special conditioner because as the member with the best hair, I am required by law to keep it nice and neat- Babe? What's wrong are you hurt?"

Boyfriend!Jungwoo rushed to you while you lain on the kitchen floor in tears

"No," you sniffed out, " it's just the meat's gone bad, I used the last of my money on other things for the trip, we're supposed to leave in the morning, and I feel like an idiot."

Jungwoo's heart broke as you sobbed and pulled you close to him. He's seen all the pressure you had put yourself through ever since you cousin invited you to tag along with them on a short notice.

"You're going to be okay, my love," he whispered out. It didn't take long for you to feel at ease as he rubbed your arms up and down and gave you kisses atop your head. His comforting words made you realize that you would be able to have everything together in time for the trip.

"I'll go get the supplies you need, but you owe me s'mores." You let out a sigh. pecked his lips, and smiled, "Fine."

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dreamiehrs · 4 years

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teach me how to flirt ➛ n.jm

na jaemin x reader ∗ so. much. fluff., gender neutral reader, boyfriend!jaemin, y/n is lowkey a brat, jaemin finds it endearing and amusing ∗ length: 781 words

inspired by: my love June aka @yongiefilms from our convo earlier <3

“jaem, can you teach me how to flirt, please~?” you drawl out, sitting comfortably on top of the white marble countertop as you watch jaemin make himself lunch. there’s a cherry lollipop between your lips, which you occasionally take it out of your mouth to see how much of it was left. there’s a few plastic Tupperware containers beside you, and jaemin chuckles at your question as he scoops out some white rice out of the container and into the bowl in front of him.

“hmm~ let me ponder over that question for a few minutes, love.” he responds in his sweet, honey-laced voice and your heart feels like it’s doing cartwheels when you latch onto that pet name you oh so loved. he had found you that you loved that pet name on your fourth date together, as the two of you were discussing what you looked for in relationships. he had accidentally said “love” at the end of one of his sentences, and midst his panic of screwing up the entire date, he had been taken aback when he saw your flustered expression and eyes darting anywhere in that restaurant that wasn’t in his direction. gosh, he would never forget that date.

you cross your arms over your chest and make a “humph!” noise, kicking your feet out in front of you as you waited impatiently for his response. a grin makes its way onto his light pink lips, you could be a brat sometimes, but honestly, he loved it. it never bothered him how you acted, in his case, he actually enjoyed seeing the frown on your face when you didn’t get what you wanted, or had to wait for something as little as hearing his answer to your question. “well, love, I’d love to teach you how to flirt, you’re already amazing at it, though, the proof being as how we’re in a relationship with each other.”

your heart does somersaults once again at the pet name, and this time you glance up to get a good look at his expression. it’s a teasing one, an expression you see daily from him as he wets his lips, waiting for your response patiently. you groan at his words, just wanting him to teach you to be a better flirt like he was. he had managed to swoop you away with only a few words on your second date, and you barely managed to keep up with his smooth talking and flirtatious remarks. you were positive that you just stared at him dumbly, with your jaw slightly dropped when he would make those remarks to you during your dates together.

“well, you may be right, but that was all you flirting with me, though! I just sat there like a gaping idiot staring at you when you say those things... jaem, love, can you please teach me how to be a better flirt?” you’re begging at this point, kicking your feet out in front of you once again as you feel your cheeks heat up. he was being so frustrating right now, I mean, how hard was it to teach someone to become a better flirt? definitely not that hard, you thought, as you watch him continue to make his lunch, his feet pattering against the floor as he moves towards the microwave.

he puts his bowl full of food into the microwave, sets the timer for a minute and a half, and presses start before swiveling around to face you. he could practically see you starting to lose your resolve as every second ticked away quietly, noticing how you fiddled with your fingers as you waited for his response once again. “hmm~ since you asked so nicely... no, I changed my mind. I can’t teach you how to be a better flirt, because then you’d be competing with me. having the upper hand is great, so... I’d like to keep it that way. no offense, love~”

your jaw drops at his words, and he giggles when your resolve is absolutely destroyed by just hearing that sentence leave his lips. you’re speechless, feelings of embarrassment, anger, and surprise coursing through your veins as you gaze at him dumbly. “y-you’re so mean...” you hang your head low, trailing off as you hear his feet patter towards you again.

you’re forced to gaze at him when he uses his finger to gently grasp your chin before tugging it upwards, the two of you staring at each other for a matter of seconds before he leans in dangerously close to your face. “well, you’re cute when you’re frustrated, so it’s a win-win situation for me.” he whispers before colliding his lips onto yours.

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scarletwinterxx · 4 years

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that time we asked questions

“If you were any inanimate objects in this room what would you be?” I asked, briefly looking around me

“What a weird question”

“Says the guy who wonders if sunflowers turn when the sun rises” I replied back with a scowl on

“You asked me that too, it just got stuck in my head” Renjun answered making me nod because he was right, I was the one who asked him.

This is what we usually do when we hang out, eat some snacks, watch some movies, talk about pretty much anything

“I think I’d a coaster” I said nodding over the table in front of us, the drinks we we were having resting on top of a coaster, “I’m not really an essential but I make life easier in a way” I said. I don’t even know if he’s listening or is he taking my question into consideration

“You are absolutely right, like I don’t really need you here but hey why not right” guess I walked right into that, with a playful kick to his shin I continued on coloring the page we were both doing, the painting/coloring book I gifted him on his birthday

“I know what you’ll be” I muttered, not taking my eyes of the flower I was coloring

“Mhm?” he mumbled, not really a question but a signal for me to go on with my thought

“You’d be a lamp or that light, you can finally be Renjun who lights up the world” I said with a proud smile on, I always found the little quirk of his to be really cute. The little ceremony he has to do before turning on any light. Of course I’ll never tell him that or else I would never hear the end of it.

“That’s too cheesy, you should stop hanging around Jaemin” this time it was him who kicked me on the shin, instead of just taking his foot away he put it under mine making our feet swing together. It was cute, I don’t dare to acknowledge it outloud in fear that the other guys might hear me and later tease me about it but I just couldn’t fight the smile off my face

“Why can’t I be your favourite pillow? Or that blanket you always bring around when we have movie nights?”

“Is that a subtle hint that you want to cuddle with me?” I asked, I don’t know where the boldness is coming from but I just looked directly at him waiting for an answer.

With a sigh he put the pen he was holding

“Y/N-ah, do you really want to know the answer or are you going to run away again? He asked back, I almost scowled at him again but the smile he had on made me look away for a second

“The door is on the left, if you run from that side I’ll still catch you” he said, already knowing what I was thinking

“Your foot is holding my foot, I can’t run even if I wanted you” the scowl turned into a pout

“That doesn’t answer any of the questions though”

“Then you answer first”

“If I say yes, will you still take that blanket when we have movie nights?” biting my lip in hopes that I don’t smile too big, I just shook my head.

“It was a pain to bring anyways” I answered nonchalantly making him laugh from beside me

“All those weird questions and yet you are the hardest one to figure out”

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