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Auralism Pt. 3 | PJS (M)

Voice actor Jisung x fem reader

Part 1. Part 2.

Summary: Your minimum wage job at a cafe brings you little to no joy. That was till an unexpected person walked through the door during your closing shift, making your day a lot more eventful.

Warnings: sexual content, dom Jisung, big dick Jisung, public sex, oral (fem and male receiving), face hitting/smacking (not enough to hurt the reader), fingering, cum eating, almost (actually) caught, face riding, face fucking, deep voice Jisung the whole time, hes very talkative

Word count: 6,3k

A/N: hey (laughs nervously) I haven't posted anything in almost a month ik it's criminal lmao. Life has been beating my ass. I hope you guys enjoy it I suffered writing this. Feedback is loved and appreciated 🤍🤍

He did it. He actually did it.

Jisung did a face reveal.

And God, was he one of the finest men you've ever seen. His big brown eyes, sharp nose, plump lips. If sex was a person it would probably be him. He looked better than anything you've ever imagined and deep down you're glad he was handsome because it couldn't break your fantasy. But now your fantasy could be ten times greater.

And unfortunately for you, it means you'll be all the more crazier. Masturbating to his voice is one thing, but you took a jump and masturbated to his face. Now you're at work, trying to clean the tables of the cafe as you attempted to push the events of the night prior to the back of your head. Very rarely are you embarrassed, but this was a new low. But was it really your fault that the center of all your orgasms just happened to be just as hot as his voice?

You're busy scrubbing the tables when you hear the bell on the door ring. It was the middle of closing and you just wanted to make it home to rest at a reasonable hour.

"I'm sorry sir, we're about to close in 10 minutes," you said, still wiping down tables.

"I'm sorry, you guys are the only people open right now and I really need some coffee."

Your heart dropped as soon as you heard his voice. Looking up slowly, you looked at him, standing there in front of you. "I-I…I.."

Jisung looked at you confused, brows furrowed not knowing what's wrong with either you or him. He watched as you gulped, going a bit wide eyed as you kept staring at him. "Are you okay?"

You were usually really good at masking your emotions from your many hours in this job, but this time couldn't be helped. If there was a list of the top ten embarrassing moments of your life, this would definitely be number one. You couldn't even respond to him, hands trembling on your sides slightly. But you had to pull it together, fake it till he left.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," you said, but he still looked at you worried. "We're going to close soon though."

"I know…but I really need coffee. Is an Americano okay," he asked, voice whining as he begged.

You gulped as his voice hit your ears, growing more and more aroused as you stood there listening. You couldn't help but stare at him in all his glory. He's tall, probably about 5'11 from where you were standing. He's wearing shorts and a hoodie, but he looks to be pretty muscular and in good shape. You watched as he pulled his wallet out the pocket of his hoodie, the way his fingers were wrapping around the object. You always thought he was just hyping himself up for the audios but fuck, his hands were big. Fingers were long too just like he said.

You didn't notice how long you were checking him out until you heard him clear his throat. Startled, your eyes search to look at anything but him. You really want to go home for the night, but making his coffee as an excuse to keep staring at him is a better idea.

"I don't know if you're tired or not but you keep staring at me," he said, giving you a warm chuckle.

You blinked, snapping out of the trance you were in and looked up at him. "Yeah sorry, I'm exhausted," you laughed, trying not to make the atmosphere stiff. "I’ll make you coffee. Just sit over here."

Jisung walked over to the stool, climbing on the chair as you went behind the counter. You began making his drink, not speaking a word as you worked. The lights in the cafe were dim, giving his features pretty lighting. The way the light hit his long lashes and pretty lips turned your legs to putty. You weren't even paying attention to what you were doing, spilling some of the ice on the ground.

Jisung looked up from his phone, brow raising as he watched you scramble to clean it up. Jisung noticed how jittery you were since he walked in and couldn't understand why. At first, he thought it was just because you were tired, but he saw you staring at him, sneaking gazes a little too much. He wondered what was on your mind, why exactly you kept looking at him. You were definitely his type from a looks standpoint too so maybe he should make the atmosphere less awkward.

Jisung cleared his throat as he looked at you across the counter, gaining your attention for a second. "So, are you from around here?"

You continued making his coffee, pouring 2 shots of espresso in the cup. "Yep, born and raised," you answered, trying to keep your composure. "What about you?"

"Just moved out here a couple of weeks ago," he answered, pushing his hair back.

You froze for a second, processing his words. He's been around you this whole time and you had no idea? Of course you would have no idea, you had no idea who he was up until the night prior. But the fact remained that you could have spoken to him at any time, completely unaware that he was the man making your day worth it every night.

"Really," you said, pouring the espresso over the ice. "Are you in school or anything?"

"Yeah, I'm in uni," he nodded. You watched as he licked his lips following his answer.

"What's your major?"

"Computer science."

You snickered to yourself. No one would ever guess he was a computer science major based off of his reddit content. He seemed like a completely different person offline, nothing like you imagined but you liked that. "So you live on campus or..?

"Oh no I have my own place that I rent out," he answered, shaking his bangs from his face. You were too focused on making his coffee to notice him eyeing your body from across the counter. If you did notice you'd probably melt or something, he's very careful with his looks.

"Really? This city is pretty expensive to live in, especially as a college student," you said. "Sugar?"

"Oh yeah, sure," he answered.

You nodded and added sugar before putting the cover on the plastic cup. You placed it in front of him, giving him a small smile. "It's on the house."

He looked at you surprised, but shook his head. "No, no. I'll pay, I'm holding you up anyway."

"Okay if you say so," you said and laughed softly. You started cleaning the coffee machines, throwing the grounds in the trash and throwing the dirty utensils used for the day into the sink. "So," you said trying to fill the silence, "do you do anything else besides school?"

"Oh yeah, I work," he said, sipping his coffee. But you knew that already. You knew his job, and you knew it very well.

"What's your job?"

Jisung glanced at you, who was looking at him intently. He didn't know what to say. Should he tell the truth or just give a vague lie? He wasn't exactly open about his job, but he took a leap of faith the night prior with his face reveal. People were bound to recognize him sooner or later.

"I do a bit of voice acting," he said, taking a sip right after.

"Really? Voice acting and computer science are really different things," you said leaning on the counter.

"Well, a lot of people told me I should try. They said I have a nice voice."

"They were right," you complimented. "It's really nice." You didn't realize how you said it, but your sudden tone change made Jisung quirk his brow. You were really trying to keep it together but the more he spoke, the more memories flooded in your head of every single time you laid in your bed cumming for hours to his voice. You felt your hands twitch looking at the man, his eyes never really leaving your leaning frame as you looked at him in silence, heart and head racing.

"Thank you." Jisung took another sip, but this time it was slow as he kept eye contact with you. The air grew thicker, you looking prettier than when he first walked in as he kept his eyes on you. "I never really asked you about yourself. What do you do besides this?"

"Go to school, write a bit, nothing special," you answered.

"Mhm.."

At this rate, you were probably going to slip up if he kept making noises like that. Sweat was collecting on your temple from your raging hormones – it was almost becoming too much to bear. All you think about it was him fucking you against the counter, hand wrapped around your throat as he whispered nasty things in your ears. He was so hot just sitting there drinking, you felt like a hormonal teenager. Your underwear was not surviving the night dry. You lifted yourself off the counter and went to the sink full of dishes, sticking your hands in the water to clean them.

"What do you write," he asked, typing on his phone.

"In school I do a lot of research reports, but I write lots of fiction in my own time," you answered.

Jisung hit the post button, placing his phone on the counter. However it didn't go unnoticed how yours buzzed at almost the exact same time. Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was just a weird thing that happened at the moment, but maybe the thought in the back of his head was right the whole time. Maybe you did know who he was and that was why you were acting weird when he first walked in.

You picked up your phone, checking the notification to see it was a post by the very many sitting in front of you. You read it, reading something about him being bored so there was probably going to be a surprise later that night. Right as you glanced up at him from your phone, he was staring right at you, a smirk tugging in his lips.

"So you do know me," he chuckled softly.

"What? I don't know you." You were completely caught off guard by the sudden accusation. The whole time, you thought you were doing so well in masking it, but somehow he found you out.

Jisung took another sip of the cold drink, gulping as he chuckled at your panicked response. "It's okay, you don't have to be nervous." He licked his lips pausing before speaking. You were clearly uncomfortable with the exchange and he should probably stop, but he wanted to have fun with it. "You listen to my stuff often?"

"I…" You blinked, not sure if you wanted to answer his question. You were standing there in a room alone with him just like you always imagined. So many times in your head, you had scenarios of how you would meet him, but at your job wasn't one of them.

"What? Are you embarrassed," he laughed.

"I'm not embarrassed, this is just not the way i thought it'd go," you admitted, mumbling.

"Meeting me? That's cute, you thought about it," he said, resting his face on his palm. "I never asked you your name."

"Y/N," you answered.

"Well, Y/N, I'm glad that I have pretty people like you that listen."

There it was, his soft soothing bedroom voice that made you lose your mind. You were about to respond when he cut you off unexpectedly. "Do you touch yourself listening to them?"

If life were a TV show, there would be a room full of gasps with no one around. You couldn't even move, just keep squeezing your thighs together like you were doing for the past 5 minutes. You felt small with the way his eyes lingered on you, waiting for you to answer.

"You don't have to answer if you want to. I was just curious," he said, giving you a kind smile.

"I-I do."

He nodded, smirking to himself at your change in body language. Nothing turned him on more than knowing you listened to his voice and came from just that. Knowing he could give you pleasure without even looking at you, touching you, doing anything but speak to you was starting to make him hard. Of course he knew all these things happened regardless but having living proof in front of him made his mind reel.

"How often?" He tilted his head slightly, watching you lick your lips as you looked away from him, wiping your hands on your apron.

"Really often.."

"Like every night?"

"Something like that." You said you weren't embarrassed about it before, but somehow this situation is probably the worst thing that could have happened to you. You felt like you were caught doing something wrong, like he was interrogating you in a way. But you liked it, you enjoyed the feeling. It made every fiber in your body tingle, making you even more excited.

"That's cute," he spoke softly. "Do you have a favorite?"

You looked at him then at the time. It was now 20 minutes past 8 and everyone should've long been out, but you've been entertaining the man of your dreams for a while. You couldn't possibly just kick him out, not when he seems as into you as you are into him.

"A couple," you answered honestly. You were beginning to feel shy answering all his questions, telling him about how privately obsessed you were with him. But you had no idea that every answer you gave him was only making him harder and harder underneath his sweats. Jisung meant it when he says the thought of his fans touching themselves to his voice turns him on. He thought about it all the time, but now that there is a living breathing example of this, he feels like he had to drag this out.

"Let me guess your favorite one," he said. "Alone time, date with you, couldn't sleep, stress relief…"

Your breath hitched hearing the title of the audio you were listening to the night prior. Jisung gave you a dry chuckle, licking his lips as you stood there completely still. The sheer power he had over you was astounding and it sent his mind to crazy places. "You like that one don't you?"

You nodded, gulping at the way he stares at you.

"What's your favorite part?" Jisung's fingertip circles the rim of the cup slowly, questions burrowing into your brain.

"I'm…not answering that," you said quietly.

"Why not," he teased playfully. " Would you like it better if I repeated some things to jog your memory?" He stood up from the stool, making his way behind the counter slowly. You watched Jisung walk behind your counter as you backed away after every step he took. His long legs got to you quicker than you expected, making you lean against the counter as you tried to move away from his large frame. Jisung planted a firm hand next to you, moving your body closer to his as he caged you in.

Leaning down to your ear, the soft tickle of his breath made you shiver. You looked at him, side eyeing the man as you watched every move he made hyper aware of whatever he was doing or saying.

"Does my voice turn you on, hm? Does it make your pretty pussy wet?" Jisung laughed darkly watching the visceral reaction you had to his word. You gasped softly, knees almost going weak immediately as you whipped your head to him, making him raise a brow at you. "Was it that one, or maybe it's an even better line. What about "I know you want my big cock to stretch you good. If I had you I'd fuck you so good you wouldn't remember your name." "

Your mouth parted slightly going dry hearing the words he said in the mic hit your ears in real time. This was definitely a fantasy you played in your head over and over, a reoccurring wet dream that started feeling lucid. At this point you couldn't tell if it was real or fake, if he was actually standing in front of you or if you were genuinely crazy.

"So which one, hm? Or should I keep reciting more lines," he asked, smirk on his face as he scanned your expression.

"Those were fine," you responded breathlessly. At this point, his face was extra close to yours. You couldn't look him in the eyes, afraid you'd fall to your knees and beg him to touch you so you opted for his lips instead. But oh boy, was that a bad idea, because now you couldn't stop thinking about kissing him, his lips all over your body, how they would feel all over your core.

Jisung stares at you, emotions coming to a standstill as he feels his dick becoming fully hard in his pants. This could either go one of two ways: he fucks you on this counter or rubs one out at home. But it's not looking like the second option is happening anytime soon. Not when he happened to be in a situation where 2 of his fantasies could happen at once.

"Do you have any other favorites? I could repeat some more stuff," he said. Jisung licked his lips as he eyed you, watching you squirm slightly under him. "Or maybe we can reenact it."

"Yes," you answered almost too quickly. "I-I wanna reenact it."

Jisung placed his hand on your hip, pressing his fingertips into your side. Your mind went fuzzy, his hands on your body turning your aching core into a pool. You could cum just from his hand on your hip and it wasn't even touching your bare skin. "Tell me which one and I'll make it happen, beautiful."

"7 minutes in heaven," you answer quietly, looking down at your feet. You don't know why you felt so embarrassed telling him about that particular audio, but it was another one you listened to often also. It was one of the rare audios where he showed his rough side, the side that would linger in your head for days to come.

Without a word, he chuckled softly, taking your chin between his fingers and lifting your head. "You're a little pervert, you know that right? Get on the floor."

You kneeled down directly in front of him, pants getting wet from the pool of melted ice from earlier. It hadn't registered that you were doing this in an area where anyone could walk by, where cameras are pointed, but you were far too gone. You looked up at him, breathing heavily as he stared down with hungry eyes.

"Tell me what you liked about it."

"How demanding you were," you mumbled.

He gave you a dry chuckle, licking his lips as he stared down at you. "Suck my dick." You looked up at him, brows raised high as you remained still. Jisung looked at you mockingly, tilting his head when you didn't move. "You can't hear all of a sudden? Suck my dick."

Jisung didn't have to say a word before your hands flew to the waist of his sweats, untying the string. Your fingers made quick work of the knit, but your hands hesitated to go into his pants. You couldn't believe this was actually happening. You were going to fuck the man of your dreams.

"Don't hesitate," he said softly.

You gulped nervously, nodding as you pulled the waist of his sweats and boxers down enough to allow his fully hard cock to spring out. Jisung could tell how numb your brain was at this point, the way you took him in your hands, stroking him slowly. Your breath was shaky despite not doing a thing but kneeling. Jisung wonders if this is something you've dreamt about, something you hoped for. But he no longer has to wonder seeing how you close your eyes, licking and wrapping your mouth around his tip in pure bliss.

Your mouth wrapped around the head, sucking it softly as the small beads of precum hit your tongue. Naturally, you took your hand, wrapping it around his shaft stroking as you sucked him softly. You opened your eyes, lashes fluttering as you looked at the man above you. Jisung watched you intensely, eyes never leaving yours as you bobbed your head. His large hand took a hold of the back of your head, rubbing circles into your scalp as you kept going.

The lights were still on, all windows open on the dark street. Anyone who walked by could probably tell you were on your knees, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was finally being able to make the man in your audios cum like you always wanted. Soon, Jisung's hold on your head became rougher, guiding your mouth lower and lower, more and more. You moaned softly around him, looking up as your brows furrowed.

"Yeah, take it," he mumbled, moaning softly.

It was just like his audios, the soft dominant tone he took to the mic. It almost made your head spin.

"You like having that pretty mouth on my cock?" You moaned and nodded in response, earning a smirk from him. Jisung pulled himself out of your mouth giving you a chance to breathe as he forced you to look at him. "Use your words princess."

"Yes, yes I do."

"Good girl." Jisung parted your lips with his tip, your jaw gladly dropping for him. You stuck your tongue out, taking him while in your mouth and throat. Jisung rocks into your mouth slowly, savoring the way you feel around him. Jisung's moans and groans made you drunk right off his sounds, the only things you're able to focus on is his voice and his cock.

"Look at you," he groaned softly. "looking at me with those big pretty eyes, you're such a good girl Y/N."

He kept thrusting slowly, gradually speeding up making you furrow your brows. You held onto his pants, gripping the fabric as he fucked your throat, sucking him at the same time. Jisung closed his eyes, throwing his head back as his breathing increased just like in his audios.

Your throat tightened around him, saliva messy and all over your chin. His groans and moans were music to your ears, making you want to do more than just a blow job. Just then, you feel a smack on your cheek, not enough to hurt you, but just for the impact. You looked up at him, moaning as he grabbed your hair rougher.

"You liked that? You like it when I smack you," he asked condescendingly. You wished you could answer but your mouth is occupied at the moment. Another smack landed on your face followed by a dark chuckle from the man above you. "You've been dreaming of this haven't you Y/N. C'mon, answer. Oh wait…you can't with your mouth full of my cock can you?"

Jisung kept fucking your mouth at a steady pace, pulling out periodically to let you catch your breath. He was constantly edging himself, moans and grunts becoming louder every time he was close and closer to his orgasm. The scene of you below him was messy. Saliva falling from your mouth, lips swollen and puffy, face absolutely fucked out. He loved it.

"Fuck I can't take this anymore," he mumbled. Jisung pulled himself out of your mouth, giving you a second to catch your breath. "Stand up, I need to taste you."

Jisung took your hands, helping you stand. You instantly leaned on the counter as he dropped to his knees, untying your apron. You took the fabric off your body, dropping it on the counter as he undid your jeans. Jisung pulled them down with your underwear to your ankles.

"Fuck," he said breathlessly, looking at the wetness between your legs. "Fuck, I do this to you?"

You nod silently, a little too turned on to even form words. Jisung smacks the side of your leg, rubbing the spot with his thumb softly right after. "Speak, princess."

"Y-yes you do. All the time. Every night."

Jisung licks his lips, eyes flickering between your face and your soaked core. His breathing was ragged, gulping silently as he just stared at you. "Can I eat your pussy?"

"Fuck yes."

That's was all he needed to dive into your core making you spread your legs even wider for him. Jisung lapped up your juices like a dehydrated man, moaning and whimpering all over your sensitive clit. It wasn't until you looked down at him that you realized he was jerking himself off to eating you out. Jisung flicked his tongue against your clit, stimulating the swollen bud.

"Fuck, oh my god," you moaned softly, voice cracking from the surge of pleasure.

Jisung smiles against your cunt, eyes heavy as he watches you in lust. "You like that, pretty girl?"

"Yes, keep going.."

Jisung never broke eye contact with you, working on himself as he worked to make you cum. You began to rock your hips against his face, his sharp nose nudging your clit ever so slightly making your head spin.

Just at that second, you heard the front door open the sound of the bell ringing in the silent room. In a split second, your hand connects with Jisung's head, pushing him away from your aching cunt. You spun around, looking at the door to see your coworker, Chenle.

"H-hey, I thought you went home for the night," you said. You were speaking a bit louder unintentionally, trying to seem as normal as possible.

"Yeah, but I realized that I left something in the back so I had to come before someone locked up the shop," he said.

You nodded in understanding. You were starting to feel like you could pull it off until you felt Jisung lick a stripe on your cunt as you bent over on the counter. You sucked in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily as you covered your mouth. Thank goodness the counters were so high so Chenle couldn't see the way the younger man was working on your pussy.

"Um, Y/N, are you okay? You look kind of uncomfortable," he asked, looking at you confused.

Jisung moved on from your clit to your entrance, lapping up your arousal. You clenched your jaw feeling his fingers come into contact with your sensitive clit, rubbing the bud in circles.

"Yeah I'm fine, just a stomach ache that's all," you lie. Chenle looks at you, squinting at your unsure answer, but shrugs and walks away.

"You know what's good for stomach aches? Soup," he says.

"I'm pretty sure everyone knows that, Chenle." Jisung chuckles under his breath, lapping at your entrance as he pressed his fingers harder on your clit, making your knees go weak. Thankfully for you, your body was being held up by the counter. "Well hurry up, I want to lock up and go home soon."

"Oh, well I can help you ou-"

"No!" Chenle raised his brows, furrowing them at your sudden denial. "I-I just wanna close alone tonight. It wasn't very busy anyway. I-I can close alone." You couldn't really control the way you spoke at this point, not when Jisung was now rubbing your entrance with his soft fingers, placing soft kisses on your ass. Jisung slowly plunged his fingers inside of you, giving you the stretch you desperately needed.

"Are you sure you're okay," he asks, staring at your flustered expression.

"I'm fine, just a little pain. It's nothing I haven't dealt with before."

Chenle nods, feeling unsure about your answer, but too tired to probe any further. "Okay..if you say so. I'm gonna get my stuff and leave through the back," he said.

"That's fine, just make sure to lock the door on your way out."

You watched Chenle as he nodded and walked away into the back. Watching the door close, you immediately collapse onto the counter, body spent from trying to remain as normal as possible in front of your coworker. Jisung was in awe at how you began to move your hips against his fingers, the desperation in your movements and soft moans. Cunt so wet, your arousal began dripping down his hand. The sound of his fingers moving in and out of you filled the space, your soft whines filling his ears.

"J-jisung, oh fuck," you moaned softly. "I-it feels so good."

"I know baby, I know, but we don't want your friend catching us, do we," he mumbled.

"N-no. I'll keep quiet."

"That's my good girl."

Your attention was split between the man below you and the man on the other side of the wall, making sure he couldn't see you or hear you. But soon enough your focus was all on Jisung who pulled his fingers out your cunt. You whined at the loss of his hand, looking back wondering why he stopped. That's when your body was forced around, back now leaning on the counter like before. Jisung sunk his fingers back into you, fingering you with the same passion as before as he attached his plump lips to your clit.

"Oh my god," you whimpered in a broken moan. Your hand gradually made its way to his hair, cupping the back of his head as you began to move your hips on his hand and face. Jisung sucked you clit hard, flicking his tongue on the bud all while jerking himself under you.

"You're gonna cum for me baby," he mumbled under you.

"Y-yes, fuck, make me cum," you grunted softly.

His moans against your clit sent vibrations all over your body, almost sending you into overdrive. The pleased look on his face, eye contact, his whimpers were far more than you could imagine.

"A-ah, fuck.."

"C'mon baby cum," he mumbled, stroking himself faster. "Cum on my tongue. That's it pretty girl, ride my fucking face. Make me drown in this pussy."

The thought of Chenle being in the back completely disappeared from both of your minds, the both of you moaning and whimpering louder. Your whines and whimpers filled the room as you threw your head back. Jisung fingered you faster, curling his fingers inside of you.

"O-oh fuck, I'm cumming Jisung.." Your body shuddered as you took a hold of his hair, cumming on his fingers and tongue that was flicking your clit even faster through your orgasm.

"Keep cumming baby, don't stop. You're so pretty when you cum baby. Prettiest girl I've ever seen."

Jisung pulled his fingers out of your dripping cunt, cum covering every inch of them. He was so fucked out of his mind, he had to taste you. You watched him as he stuck his fingers in his mouth, tongue swirling all over to savor the taste of your cum. He sucked his fingers clean, eyes never leaving yours. But he couldn’t get enough of you. Jisung dived right back between your legs, making you whine as you leaned on the counter.

"Yeah, just like that. Fuck, that feels so good," you whimpered, throwing your head back in pleasure. Your hips moved on their own at this point, riding his face once again, grinding down on his tongue as his nose nudged your clit in the best possible way.

"This pussy loves me, doesn't it, hm," he mumbled, chuckling darkly, feeling your hand pull his hair harder.

"Mhm." You nodded fast, brows knitting feeling that familiar storm of butterflies. "Shit, I'm cumming again."

Jisung smiled between your legs feeling your legs shake again as you gushed all over his tongue. He lapped your cum up like a dog, thirsty for more of your taste. "Good girl. Good fucking girl."

"I-I want you to cum too," you tell him, making him chuckle. "Cum in my mouth, please." You and Jisung quickly switch positions, you now being faced with his rock hard cock. You spit on the tip, licking the flesh messily. Jisung watched you, face still wet from your cum as he moaned softly at the feeling of your mouth. You take him down your throat, gagging slightly as his tip hits the back. Jisung marveled in the way your watery eyes never left his, the way you remained a good girl just for him. Jisung's hand tangled in your hair, the tug hurting in the best way as he began fucking your mouth.

"Take it," he grunted through gritted teeth. "This is what you wanted isn't it? Only sluts want something like this."

Jisung fucked your throat more and more roughly as his orgasm began approaching. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, moaning around him sending vibrations through his body. Jisung pulled himself out your mouth, watching you cough and catch your breath. He tugged his cock quickly, tilting your head up for his orgasm.

"You're so pretty for me on your knees. You take me so good, fitting my big cock in your mouth." He was rambling, brows furrowing as his moans and whimpers grew faster in speed and louder in volume. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out making Jisung lose it. He stroked himself fast, panting, getting louder and louder, faster and faster. Placing his tip on your tongue, he stroked himself faster, big brown eyes never leaving the scene below him.

"A-ah fuck, open wide for me, swallow it all." Jisung came, ropes of cum shooting all over your lips, tongue, face, everywhere. His shaky moans hit your eardrums in the best way possible, the visual of him still milking his hard cock making you wet all over again. The man watched you as you took a bit of his cum off your cheek, sucking your finger right after.

"That's the hottest thing I've ever seen," he mumbled between breaths. Jisung was spent, that being the most intense orgasm he had in a while, he was exhausted. You on the other hand couldn't have been happier. Yes, he did just fuck a fan and it's frowned upon, but you didn't care about any of that. You gave him a blowjob while he ate you out at your job. Life couldn't get any better than that.

Rising to your feet, Jisung took your waist in his arm fast. "Let's get you cleaned up. You must be tired," he said softly.

"I-I am." Jisung grabbed a couple of napkins and wet them before turning to you. He tilted your chin up softly, taking the wet paper to your skin. He wiped his cum off your face gently, making sure not to hurt you in the process.

"Fuck, I can't believe I just did that," he rumbled. "I can't believe you let me do that."

He smiled, a raspy chuckle erupting from his chest. "We have to get out of here. I'm sure some people walking by have already seen us, not that I mind."

"I'd let you do anything." Jisung enjoyed the lust, fucked out look in your eyes. The way you batted your lashes, still just as pretty as you were before getting your face fucked.

"I-I don't mind either, but I don't think anyone walked by or even saw us." You pulled your clothes back on, getting fully dressed in the open area behind the counter along with Jisung who was trying his sweats.

"So, about that coffee," he started. "Do I still have to pay?"

You laughed softly, biting your lip softly. "I completely forgot about that."

"I didn't expect you to remember," he laughed. "not when I just fucked every thought out of you. By the way,..." Jisung grabbed his phone off the counter behind you, not breaking his stare. "Give me your number."

"M-Me?"

"Yeah, who else," he laughed. You gave him your number, cheeks on fire as you typed. The man of your dreams not only fucked you, but now has your number.

"We should meet tomorrow. At my place," he suggested.

You nodded slowly, gulping as he took your waist in his large hands. You could feel yourself melting yet again, just wanting to sink to your knees and let him have his way with you. "w-why your place?"

He leaned into your ear, breath tickling your skin. "So I could give you some private audios. Ones where it's just you and me. How does that sound?"

You look up at him, nodding frantically as you feel the space between your legs flood with arousal once again. "G-good."

"I knew it would." Jisung took his phone, placing it in his pocket. "I would offer you a ride, but I don't have a car," he laughed softly.

"I-it's fine, I have to finish anyway. You go ahead," you said, shooing him away with your hand.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah," you nod. Jisung waves goodbye, walking out the door and into the darkness of the street without looking back. You didn't know you were holding your breath as he left, but you exhaled dramatically, internally screaming at the events that just took place. Never in your wildest dreams would you ever think you'd be in a room alone with the man who makes your audio porn, but things just happen.

You were far too exhausted after standing on your feet all day and having the best sex of your life to continue cleaning, so you decided to just leave and go home early. You were sure you were going to have to hear a mouthful from your manager the next day, it's nothing you haven't heard before.

Grabbing your phone, you shoved it in your pocket along with making sure all of your other belongings were with you before you left. You often didn't bring much with you to work, just anything that could fit in your pocket. Turning the lights off, you walked to the front of the store, locking the large glass door and closing it, finally finishing up for the day.

The only thing you didn't know was that Chenle was still in the back, and watched every bit of what happened through the security cameras.

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bleuczennie · 8 months

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i love ur sung smut soooo much omg!!!! there is not enough dom!ji on this app so ur blog is much appreciated LMAO

could u write inexperienced!reader w soft!dom jisung pls 🫶🫶🫶

genre: inexperienced!reader, soft!dom!jisung, older!jisung

tags: smut, foreplay, fluff, loss of virginity, slight jealousy, lmk if i forgot anything :)

jisung loved that you were so innocent, he loved that you trusted him enough to take your virginity. it made him very happy when you actually made the first move, curiosity getting the best of you when you started to hear all your friends and peers raving about engaging in the forbidden act of sex.

jisung was the boy next door, your closest friend in the neighborhood. he was a little over 2 years older than you, but both of you took quite a liking to each other as little kids, always joined at the hip and sobbing obnoxiously whenever your mothers would have to pry you too apart.

as time went on and you both grew older it seemed like jisung grew at a completely faster rate than you, almost doubling in height and standing a complete head taller than you. it seemed as he matured faster too, having heard stories and rumors from the other seniors about him, even after he’d graduated. he had quite the reputation with the ladies, but unfortunately none of them were able to get anything more than a one night stand out of him.

you grew more curious as you continued to hang out with him, not just seeing him as a childhood bestfriend, but as something more. you began to notice his cologne whenever he’d hug you or when you’d cuddle up to him as you always have, even as a child. you would catch yourself getting lost in his veiny arms, or his soft and plump lips. you’d notice the butterflies and the throbbing between your legs whenever he’d pin you down during your play fights, easily overpowering you with that signature grin of his.

it was finally summer break, and you’d gathered all the courage you had in you, waiting till you guys hung out alone at his house again, to make the move. you watched him closely as he played his game on the edge of his bed, hands occupied with the controller as you propped yourself against the headboard. you slowly slid off the bed and padded to the end of the bed towards jisung.

he glanced over at you before you climbed into his lap, straddling your legs across his legs as he made room for you to sit, smoothing your hair down. “what’s wrong?” he said, noticing you shift and squirm in his hold.

“‘want you…” you whispered, almost inaudible as jisung brought his ear closer to you, unable to hear you the first time. “what’s that, baby?”

you shiver at the pet name, sounded worlds more different than every other time he’s called you that in the most platonic of ways. you place your hands on his shoulder and roll your hips forward experimentally, hoping to give him a hint without having to say it out loud. “please, ji… take me,” you mumble, eyes cast down to avoid his. the controller hits the ground with a clatter and you feel his hands on your waist, bruising grip as he feels his dick jump in his basketball shorts.

“fuck, what’s gotten into you, baby?” jisung gasps as you roll your clothed cunt onto his clothed cock again, using his hands to guide you onto him with more force.

you moan out as his hardening cock slides against your folds, making your shorts bunch and ride up around your upper thighs.

suddenly he spins you both around and places you down on the bed, your head hitting the pillow with a soft thud as you watch him walk to the game console and switch it off. your heart rate picks up as he stalks toward you like a predator, the situation suddenly dawning on you.

“um, ji? you know i’ve uh… never done this before..” you mutter, nervous fingers playing with the hem of your shirt as you feel jisung’s large hands caressing it’s way up your legs and spreading out over your soft thighs. the sensation makes you rub them together almost instinctively and jisung looks at your face fondly before chuckling deeply.

“i know baby girl, i’m gonna take it nice and slow okay? i’m gonna make you feel so good.” jisung rasped as he settles himself on the bed in between your legs, massaging your leg with his left hand and traveling up your torso with his right.

his hard cock was confined in his pants, pushing at the seams of his basketball shorts as he lowered himself down to you, caging you under him before crashing his lips against yours.

your hands flew to his pitch black locks in a desperate attempt to anchor yourself, moaning into his mouth as he rolled his hips expertly into yours, brushing up against your throbbing core. he swallows all your gasps and noises as he cups your jaw, drawing circles into your hot cheek.

he breaks the kiss to begin his descent down your body, starting at your neck. he suckles and kisses the side of your neck, finding the spot that makes you writhe with ease. you buck your hips up to meet his involuntarily as your shorts start to stick to your drippin cunt and you spread your legs even further apart, inviting him closer.

his warm fingers inch under your shirt and tease your sides, sending a violent shiver up your spine, and he breaks away to look into your eyes, “wanna keep going?”

you nod frantically, eyes hooded and dripping with lust. jisung tugs at your top first, and you sit up for him to pull it off your body, his shirt following yours to the growing pile of clothes next to the bed.

he pulls you into another bruising kiss and you place your hands on his bare chest, nails softly piercing his pecs. he expertly unhooks your bra with one hand, and lays you back down on the bed as he continues his way down your body.

he sucks a nipple into his mouth, rolling it around his tongue as he kneads and massages the other. you arch your back off the bed and your head falls back onto the pillow as you moan loudly, the slight plain mixing with the pleasure making your head fog with lust.

“ji, please.. i need you” you say, hands desperately wandering along his back and biceps. he finally releases your breast with a ‘pop’ sound and he grins at you, “eager, aren’t we?” he says as he leans back to bring your legs up and slide your shorts and panties off your legs.

he gasps softly when he spreads your legs again and sees just how eager you are, letting out a groan as he grips both of your inner thighs, dangerously close to where you needed him most.

he stares in awe, pulling your pussy lips apart with his thumbs on either side. all you can do is turn your head, partially hiding in the pillow as he takes his long middle fingers and drags a slow line up your slit, making you gasp and shiver from the stimulation. he curses as he collects your fluids on his digits and raises it up to his mouth, eyes rolling back and a moan falling from his lips as he sucks his fingers deeper into his mouth.

he pulls them from his mouth, wet and slippery from his saliva and positions it at your entrance, while focusing on your face. he slowly sinks his thick long digits into your wet heat, thumb instantly drawing circles into your already sensitive clit. you squirm and mewl out as you fist the sheets, eyes screwed shut and eyebrows furrowing as you feel the immense pleasure in waves. his fingers curl up to press a spot that has your body arching up off the bed, moans growing in volume.

jisung grins as he picks up the pace a little, thrusting in and out of your cunt in long and steady movements. he places his free hand on the side of your neck, pulling you up to kiss him as he goes faster.

you moan as your body trembles, feeling an unfamiliar tension grow deep in your belly. you break the kiss as you start to pant, stomach contracting as you hug jisung closer. before you can register what’s happening, jisung pulls his soaked digits away from your pussy.

“wha- ji,” you say breathlessly, as you see him lean over to his bedside dresser, “why’d you stop?”

he smiles and looks at you as he holds up a condom, wrapped in yellow foil paper, “can’t forget protection, right?”

you nod absently as he pulls his basketball shorts down just past mid-thigh, exposing his long since neglected cock. he hisses as it slaps against his stomach, the tip an angry red and beading with precum. his curved length was nothing short of impressive, veiny with just the right amount of girth, and you can’t help but feel a little jealous at all the girls that also got to witness it.

he grips the base of his dick while he rolls the condom on, eyes flickering to you again to see your entranced expression. “it’ll only hurt a little bit, but i need you to work with me okay?” he says, but it falls on deaf ears because all you can think about was his size. he was definitely longer than you imagined, how was he gonna fit?

“hey, you still with me princess?” jisung says, cupping your chin and pulling your head up to make eye contact with him. you try to shake the nervousness free and nod slowly, leaning in the touch. “you still okay with this?”

“yes, please ji, hurry..” you say, pulling him down with you and gasping as his hard length taps against your swollen clit.

jisung wastes no time in lining himself up with your entrance, dragging himself up and down your slit before he slowly pushes inside, invading your sopping cunt.

you suck in a harsh breath at the instant stretch, tears springing to your eyes, and your breath get caught in your throat as more of his size slides into you.

“shh, it’s okay baby, relax for me okay?” jisung shushes you softly as he strokes your hair and your cheek. you loosen up your body and let out a sigh when he started to slide in easier, eventually bottoming out with a groan.

his head drops to your neck as he catches his breath. “fuck, so tight,” he moans as he slowly pulls out, and grabs your thighs, spreading them further. he develops a slow and steady pace, making sure to pay attention to your reactions. every thrust in makes you jolt, his perfectly curved length replacing his fingers in massaging your g-spot. your eyes fall shut as you moan out his name, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“eyes on me angel,” you hear jisung say as he taps the side of your thigh. you flutter your eyes open, struggling to keep up with the intense pleasure wracking your body. jisung chuckles dryly, lopsided grin on his face as he takes in your body. cute, he thinks as he starting to thrust into you harder, faster. his length hit deep inside of you, rocking you against the bed with each thrust.

you grow short of breath, fingernails digging into his back as you cling to him. you’re basically whining now, short and choppy moans from the impact of his thrusts. he curses as he keeps the same pace, now teasing your clit with small and tight circles.

the unfamiliar feeling is back, barreling towards you at full speed. the temperature in the room seems to spike, and you desperately push at his abdomen to get him to slow down.

“wait, ji! i feel… i think..” you try to say in between moans, but jisung pulls your hand from his stomach and pins it above your head, a mischievous grin on his face.

“c’mon princess, you can do it.” he purrs, his thumb applying more pressure on your clit. “i’m so close too, gimme all you got,”

you cry out as you finally let go, your core bursting as you lose yourself in the pleasure. you grip the sheets as you coat jisung’s cock in your cum, a white ring forming around the base of his cock. your pussy squeezes around his cock, making him choke around a moan. his hips finally stutter to a stop as he groans, shooting his load into the condom.

his head falls back as he gathers his breath, hands slowly releasing it’s bruising grip on your thighs. he slips out of you easily and discards the condom into the bin at the end of the bed, and tucks his softening length back in his shorts. he returns to see your limp body, eyes drooping and fluttering with exhaustion.

“you okay baby?” he whispers sweetly, planting a chaste kiss on your lips as he wipes the sweat glistening on your forehead. you nod and smile weakly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he picks you up bridal style.

“let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” he coos in your ear as you lay your head against his shoulder. you should’ve responded to him, but all you could register was that you’ve never heard any of the girls in your senior class mention jisung doing anything for them after sex besides ordering an uber for them to get back home.

and that made your heart swell with pride.

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taeminsung · 6 months

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♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── love song..

pairing || han x reader summary || han realizing his feelings for you. genre/s || fluff. comfort. mina’s notes || please enjoy ♡

Sleep clung onto Han as he stood clutching his pillow to his chest. When Chan said they were going to do a small weekend getaway, he didn’t think that it meant having to be awake before the sun was up. Trying to focus on the horizon, he noticed that the sun wasn’t even trying to break through the darkness of the night. Slowly a sleepy scowl formed across his brows while a small group of them waited for the cars to be pulled around. All Han wanted to do was crawl into the back seat and immediately let sleep claim him as it did just hours before. Hearing your name roll off Felix’s tongue caused his attention to snap to where his friend was looking. There you were, approaching with your suitcase in toe, sleep written all over your features.

Did this mean that you were coming along? Of course, it did, he mentally sasses himself knowing that no one just has a suitcase at this hour of the day unless they were going somewhere. He really needed to go back to sleep before interacting with anyone. You mumbled your hellos to everyone, letting Felix pull you slightly closer, as you tugged the sweatshirt that consumed you closer to your body as your shifted from foot to foot. Han couldn’t help but steal glances at you. You were stunning this early in the morning. It makes him want to wake up to you every morning, just to see this side of you that clearly has no guard up. It was only for a moment that he daydreamed of what that future would be like with you.

Minutes passed before the cars finally pulled around, with everyone quickly moving to grab their seats. Han watched as you grabbed your stuff and put it in one of the cars before he quickly followed behind, hoping that you’d sit in the back rather than the front. He thanked whatever lucky star he could wish upon as you said you’d sit in the middle seat so the boys could be comfortable. Climbing in the back seat next to you, he couldn’t help but feel a little dizzy being this close to you for the first time, nearly wanting to pass out at the smell of your perfume. The scent he tried to commit to memory. Han knew that he was in trouble before, but now? All he could think about was how screwed he was going to be on this trip, trying not to make his feelings for you obvious.

Within no time of hitting the road, did sleep consumed him again, this time dreams were filled with thoughts of you.

The sound of the youngest singing loudly woke Han from the slumber he was in, trying to ground himself back in reality. His confusion only deepened as he felt the weight of something on his shoulder, turning to find you fast asleep, lips slightly parted with the hood of your sweatshirt obscuring the top half of your face. Part of him couldn’t grasp if he was still dreaming or if this was in fact a reality in which you were passed out using him as a pillow. Glancing forward, he caught the small smirk on Minho’s face before his eyes shifted back to the road. This had to be real, right?

A few songs passed before you started to stir, Han immediately wondering if him talking with Felix on your other side woke you up. His eyes watched you from the corner as you clicked the lock button on your phone, illuminating a photo Han didn’t even know existed. It was the two of you in Chan’s studio, you with headphones on listening to one of his unfinished songs, him looking at you trying to gage your reaction to it. It wasn’t a day that he could easily forget about. Hours had been spent with legs almost touching as you helped him work through his writers’ block, finding different ways to say what he wanted to say. It was the first day that he admitted his feelings not only to himself but also to Minho.

Your leg had been pressed against his just like it was now, and as Jeongin started singing another song did Han realized you hadn’t moved an inch to remove your head from his shoulder. He watched from the corner of his eye as you unlocked your phone, opening different apps to check your socials, seemingly content with your position in the car. Panicking internally, Han now planned a way to tell you his feelings, because there was a fleeting moment of hope that maybe you returned the feelings and would accept his love. Would he have time to write you a love song, he thought.

from mina with love ♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── thank you for reading! ♡ requests are open.

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rrxnjun · 11 months

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liebestraum [park jisung]

if anyone asked park jisung if he believed in ghosts, he would say yes– for he saw longing grow legs and follow him.

pairing: park jisung x fem! reader genre: summer break au. coming of age, slice of life, angst, fluff warnings: mentions of parents' divorce, swearing word count: 11k (11.190) playlist: liebestraum - franz liszt / the gold - phoebe bridgers / our summer - txt / could cry just thinking about you - troye sivan / burning love - elvis presley / if not for you - maneskin / we'll never have sex - leith ross / christmas kids - roar / raindrops (an angel cried) - ariana grande / ceilings - lizzy mcalpine / the loneliest - maneskin / about you - the 1975

a/n: this is mainly for you, liebestraum anon <3 thank you so much for being the most supportive friend, i really enjoy talking with you. hope the wait was worth it and hope the fic doesn't disappoint. i think that if it wasn't for you, this fic would never see the light of day HAHA

Laying on the floor of his aunt’s living room, listening to the vinyl his aunt popped into the record player just a few minutes prior to leaving the room to get some tea for the guests that are arriving soon, Park Jisung wishes for the ground to swallow him whole and for the ceiling to fall down and bury him in the deepest depths of this house. His head starts to spin as he dives in deeper to the music, the classical tunes almost making him overthink more than he has before. He wonders what would happen if he just left the room, left his aunt’s house and ran away so far no one could ever find him.

He finds himself fantasizing about stuff like this a lot lately. Listening to classical music– because of course his aunt listens to music from the 19th century, she’s almost as old as the composers themselves– he wonders what came through the mind of the author of the song when he wrote such trivial melodies.

Laying on the floor of his aunt’s living room, listening to the vinyl his aunt popped into the player just a few minutes prior to leaving the room to get some tea for the guests that are arriving soon, Park Jisung drifts away to a soft slumber, deep enough to make him more tired, but light enough to wake him up when the doorbell rings and the obnoxious laughter of his dear aunt pierces through his ears.

His aunt wakes him up with a screech. Frankly, it hasn’t been that long since he’s fallen asleep and he truly doesn’t really know if it was his position on the floor that made her scream, or the fact that he’s embarrassing her in front of the guests by sleeping on the floor in the living room, but nonetheless, he’s quick to stand up and bow to the guests, trying hard to be respectful.

His aunt nervously chews on the inside of her cheek. Her smile is a little too forced when she introduces all of them to him, but he tries hard to ignore the fact that she looks like an utter clown, pretending her house is a beautiful, welcoming shrine, because laughing out loud at her antics would surely do him no good. See, Jisung doesn't like to anger his aunt. It’s not that he doesn't enjoy the silent treatment she gives him, finally letting him breathe in the quiet– the feeling of suffocating escaping him for once in a while– but he simply just doesn’t enjoy it when she only glares at him and doesn’t speak more words than a single sentence announcing when the dinner’s ready. It only serves to make him feel more alienated.

“Jisung, these are my friends from university,” his aunt recites, sounding rehearsed, and he bets she acted out the scene in her head a thousand times before falling asleep last night, so it’s all perfect when the actual moment happens in real life, “their names are Jinyoung and Nayeon, they met in university and got married a few years later.”

He hums, scamming the adults from head to toe, noticing the neat way they present themselves. He wonders if this is how his parents looked to strangers when they used to visit their old friends. The truth is, they never looked as neat and as in tune with each other as this couple does in his eyes– but maybe he just wasn’t able to perceive them this way due to the image he made of their marriage when they were at home.

Eyes traveling to the person behind them, the fringe falling to their forehead, he gets captivated by a mysterious look in their orbs, hands hidden in the pockets of their jacket. Jisung’s not too sure if his aunt caught him staring at the unintroduced guest– now, he will admit that he stared at the person, for they were a stranger to him and for no other reason– but he know for sure that they did, from how they squint their eyes at Jisung and offer him a teasing smile.

“Oh, and this is Y/N,” his aunt says, nudging the person closer to his nephew, as if to present a thing meant to solve all of his problems, “their child. They are staying for the summer, so I expect you two to hang out often, since you’re the same age and all!”

Looking at his aunt, a dead look mirroring his eyes, he hears the person– you– with a voice sweet but a little prickly, just like the smell of a Christmas tree his family used to have in their living room during December, ask a question that is easily able to beat him down to the ground in one second, despite not really knowing you long enough to be this affected by a single strand of words plastered together.

“Does this mean we have to be friends?” you say, eyeing his aunt. Jisung doesn't know if you two have met before, because he himself hasn’t been around his aunt this often, but the familiarity in your eyes tells him that this shouldn’t be your first time being around his aunt. He has no way of proving it, and since he doesn't care enough to ask, he may never actually know.

“That’s- that’s not what I was hinting at, but I’m sure you two would make good friends!” his aunt chirps, making him suddenly wonder if her friends even agreed on letting their child spend time with a boy they just saw for the first time, sleeping on the floor of his aunt’s living room. He doesn’t think his aunt actually cares about their opinion, though. He thinks she just desperately wants him out of the house sometimes. Truth be told, he doesn’t blame her. It wasn’t her fault that he had to suddenly waddle into her house, eat her food and sleep in the spare bedroom for the summer– if he was in his aunt’s shoes, he’d want his comfort back as well. She didn’t ask for this. And he doesn’t even know why she agreed in the first place. “You are quite similar and have a lot in common, is what I meant,” his aunt finishes, and Jisung cringes under her gaze, because in reality, how could she even know?

A sigh escapes your lips, eyes rolling as you look over at your parents and snicker. “Am I at least getting paid for hanging out with this loser?”

“Y/N, watch your mouth!” your mother snaps, an apologetic look in her eyes.

Truth is, though, the comment doesn’t affect him. At least not in the way it should– it doesn’t offend him, it doesn’t hurt. Instead, he grins, looking you dead in the eyes, already liking the foreign excitement in his bones that dares to make his life feel much more lively than it has while he was locked up in the spare bedroom of his aunt’s house.

“I’m Park Jisung.”

Your lips widen into a cheshire grin, Jisung’s surroundings suddenly disappearing into thin air, the adults in their own universe now, not heard of and not seen. Staring you into your eyes for a heartbeat, another few words escape his mouth as a premise, unknowingly setting the tone for the two of you already.

“Let’s hang out. Show me around. If I have fun, you get a tenner. If it sucks, you’re not getting paid for being friends with me. Deal?”

He doesn’t know if it was the money on the line, or if you saw something in him that interested you enough to keep on giving in. And after all this time, he doesn't think he’ll get an answer– it’s too far out of his reach, too far back in history. But somehow, in that moment, you took his hand and shook it, starting off something that made Park Jisung who he is today. The contact of your hand with his felt like electricity to the boy, the sudden courage disappearing right as he feels the softness of your palm, and when your eyes lock, he physically feels his knees buckle under him– that’s the effect you have on the boy.

Your roles are soon reversed when you’re brought back into reality by an adult’s voice, your hands losing contact as you break away, looking at your mother with a glare in your eyes.

“Look, Ms Park has a piano! Go and play something for us, sweetie.”

A pained sigh escapes your lips, seemingly already knowing you won’t get out of this no matter how hard you try or plead, slowly walking over to the instrument settled in the corner of the room, cracking your knuckles and humming to yourself, thinking of what song to play.

“Jisung plays too, actually!” his aunt chimes in, and he sighs, halting in his movements,

because one, he can’t play the piano, and two, the song rolling off your fingers is so beautiful, so melodic he secretly starts to hope that he did.

Park Jisung can’t believe himself in the very moment when he’s standing at the rocky beach with you, clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck every few seconds in a poor attempt of calming down his nerves and the erracting beating of his heart. He’s only 18 and has no experience with girls, so he thinks this is the sheer effect of the fact that he can’t swim well and he’s afraid of embarrassing himself in front of you– he bets you’re not strong enough to bring out his drowning body out of the depths of the lake anyways, so it really must be fear that’s holding him down from undressing in front of you and jumping into the refreshing water.

“Come on, Park Jisung, what are you waiting for?” you jab at him, a sharp finger pointing straight to his ribs. Your top is already off, a peach-colored bikini top catching Jisung’s attention that he instantly averts and focuses on the shiny water instead, worried he’d get caught if his eyes lingered a bit more. Again, Park Jisung is only 18 and he barely leaves the house– the only girl in a bikini he’s ever seen were the actors in the movies he watched on TV or the characters in the anime he once binged watched in the middle of the night, and those curves were drawn-on, on top of that. He doesn’t know what to do around a girl, and holding a conversation is suddenly that harder when his eyes keep drifting towards your body.

“I- I can’t really swim,” he mumbles out, another set of scratching his neck taking place, the slowly burning skin on the sharp sun making him shift in discomfort.

“Fuck’s sake,” a curse escapes your mouth, the word catching the poor boy off-guard even more, since he’s not used to anyone speaking in that tone around him– with the exception of his parents when they argue, of course, but he’d rather not bring up the memory– and his big eyes scan you again, surprised and almost a little worried of your next actions, “well, I’m not getting 10 pounds this way, am I? Didn’t know the uptown boy can’t swim…” you mutter under your breath before you shake your head in disbelief and shrug off your shorts, throwing the clothing towards the beach towel sprawled out on the shore.

Now, Jisung tries really really hard not to look at your bum. That would be really embarrassing– truly humiliating– and he’s a gentleman, of course. And it doesn’t make it better that the whole journey here, you were rambling about your day and about how bored you are in this little village, and he found the scrunch of your nose so adorable, because now he has the crushing reality dawning up on him that he’s 18 and finally having a sexual awakening. No, he won’t stare at your body. He’s simply not allowed.

“What are you waiting for? Are you gonna go into the water in your clothes?” you ask again, looking him up and down when he doesn’t move.

“Oh, I was just thinking I could… you know, stay here and hang out by myself until you’re done swimming, or something…” he says, and the more words that spill out of his mouth, the more embarrassed he feels, because your gaze suddenly locks with his and you seem so amused by his rambling, you find his words so hilarious, he doesn’t miss a heartbeat before he sighs more-so to himself and takes off his shirt, clearing his throat awkwardly when he finds you staring at his naked skin.

“Glad you got the memo,” you muster up, shaking your head in disbelief and tying your hair up into a neat bun. “I swear it’s not that deep from the corners, you’re not gonna drown. Your aunt would kick my head off if I left you here to fry,” you mumble and Jisung hates how it sounds like you’re truly only here because you have to, because the more seconds he spends staring into your eyes trying to predict your next move, the more he wishes you were here because you were only slightly interested in spending time with the new kid in the village– him.

“Alright,” he mumbles, and when he’s finally only in his swimming suit, taking cautious steps and following you towards the water, he finds his anxiety levels rising, because the truth is, he’s never swam in a lake before. Sure, he’s been in pools– but those aren’t so scary. He can almost always feel the bottom of it under his feet and he knows they don’t get as deep. Surely, there is a little to no possibility of him drowning in a swimming pool. Lakes, however, are a different thing. He can’t reach the bottom, and if he does, the surface is disgusting and slippery and won’t help him to his feet– if he really got too stiff and panicked, he could die. And that’s perhaps what scares him the most as he takes the first step on the slick rock at the very edge of the water, the slight stumble of his feet only making him more aware of the reality that’s in front of him.

“You’re such a scaredy cat,” you tease him when you look at him from behind your shoulder, a grin on your face acting like a sucker punch towards Jisung’s gut. And the truth is, he’d be more relaxed if you just gave him a minute– to collect his thoughts, calm his erracting heartbeat as he’d tell himself that there’s nothing to worry about and that the water here truly isn’t as deep yet and the worst thing that could happen is that he lands on his ass, but you don’t give him a chance to do so as your hand slips into his– trying to steady him, as you walk deeper into the water.

Your soft hand in his, fingers intertwined, he finds himself holding on to you like a lifeline– because in his tragic imagination, you might as well be one– and the beating of his heart only gets faster when he gets painfully aware of the sweat pooling in the palms of his hand and the very apparent hesitance in his step. If you notice it, you don’t mention it– to which Jisung’s equal parts surprised and glad, and suddenly, his figure is waist-level in the water before he even has a chance to register it and your hand lets go of his, the momentarily hypnotization of your hold escaping him when he has to face you as he stands still in the cool liquid.

You’re staring at him with a flashy smile, expecting eyes waiting for him to react to you in any way– and when nothing comes, you must realize that he’s too starstrucked by your appearance to muster up anything coherent enough.

“You alright there?”

He finds himself nodding, a hum escaping his throat to accompany his response. It’s not enough for you, though, and the truth is, Park Jisung should’ve been prepared for this, since even the two days of knowing you must be enough to get to know the true intentions of your actions– because you tease him again, and even though the boy gets sulky easily, he doesn’t seem to find himself paying it much mind.

“A cat got your tongue?” you snicker, shaking your head at him.

For a second, Jisung debates on acting dumb– maybe more silence or a shrug of his shoulders would rile you up more, get you more annoyed– but he should’ve learned already that you’re always one step ahead of him, in more cases than one, when a splash of cold water hits his heated skin, making him hiss in shock.

Your laughter fills his ears as he watches you stand still in front of him, presumably not expecting much threat from the boy that’s barely able to move in the lake, but the angelic look on your face acts like a dopamine kick for the boy, vitamin D flowing through his veins as he reacts to your teasing with another splash of water, feet delicately chasing you around the lake, screeches coming out your throat like music to his ears on the sunny summer afternoon.

The water fight ends with him tripping over a stone as he tries to run away from you, and the shock on your face is evident– Jisung finds himself feeling endearment at the hint of you worrying about him– when you rush towards the boy and lean over his body sitting in the water, Jisung’s worst-case scenario coming to life right in front of your eyes.

“Are you okay?” you ask, a hand offered to him to get him back up on his feet.

And Jisung takes it, only to tug you down towards him, his body shielding you from the impact, but still hitting the ice-cold water of the lake. With your face only centimeters away from his, your annoyed, yet amused face causing him to grin, he finds himself laughing at your next remark.

“I take it as today’s worthy of a tenner then, Park Jisung. Having too much fun, aren’t you?”

To Park Jisung, summer feels like sleep and the humid air in his little room back home. He’s never really been anywhere on vacations or holidays, because frankly, with his father’s nature and his mother’s low income job, there wasn’t really much space to go somewhere and explore what it’s like to enjoy the summer heat instead of constantly angrily swearing at the weather. For that matter, Park Jisung never really enjoyed summer. He was always locked up in that small room, sometimes listening to his parents’ arguing– which he so desperately tried to ignore every time, but his heart did that weird hammering each time his father broke a glass or his mother raised her voice a bit louder than usual– and when his parents weren’t arguing, the house would be too quiet, making him overthink.

To Park Jisung, summer feels like overslept afternoons and boredom. He doesn’t know any better, and he would even pity himself, but the truth is, he thinks that’s embarrassing. People have it worse, after all– he’s just a teenager with no life purpose. Just like any other, right?

So when Jisung arrives at his aunt’s place for the summer– no longer having to listen to his parents’ arguing, because after 18 years of his life, they finally decided to call it quits and drag their son to the only relative he vaguely knows for the time being, until they figure everything out– he expects nothing more from the old house than what he experienced his whole growing up. He expects overslept afternoons and sweaty pajamas clinging to his back, humid air everywhere and the weird hollowness in the pit of his stomach.

To his surprise– and believe me, he didn’t really expect this at all– the summer before university is completely different, and he’s pleased with the change.

He wakes up late one afternoon, because he doesn’t expect anything exciting to happen in the time he spends asleep anyway, and when he drags his feet to the kitchen, body tense and hurting from the weird positions he found himself sleeping in, his mind is instantly sweeped of all the haziness when he founds your figure in his aunt’s house, laughing at the radio host babbling through the device.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” his aunt greets him from the corner of the room, and he’s suddenly too aware of his bed hair and the fact that his clothing is all wrinkled and his face is puffy, because he feels your eyes on him and he hates to know that you see him in such state. Not that he’s any eye candy any other day, of course– he just thinks you could’ve seen him in a more presentable light, that’s all.

“G’morning,” he mutters as he scratches the back of his neck and looks around the room, trying to grasp the events of 1PM– barely morning anymore.

“If you woke up earlier, you could’ve gone with us,” his aunt chirps in from the stove, swirling something sweet-smelling in a big pot. Her face is fawned over with a glaze of sweat and even the wide-open window does nothing to get the air to clear out– Jisung thinks that’s just the magic of summer. It’s always too hot, and the only thing you can do is complain.

“Where did you go?”

“To the forest,” you smile at him, seeing as he takes a few hesitant steps towards your figure, “we picked berries and now your aunt’s making jam. A classic village-like summer activity, don’t ya think?” you chirp, tugging your hair behind your ear as you pick through the big bowl and put away the berries that don’t look as good, choosing to not include them in the jam.

Jisung hums in agreement, still a little confused, as he takes another few steps around the room. Looking over his aunt’s shoulder, he sees the blood colored liquid boiling at the stove, the air even sweeter right above the steam, and he suddenly wonders if this is today’s activity. Looking over his shoulder at you, dressed in shorts and a tank top, he shrugs to himself– if it means that you’ll be over at his house the whole time the jam’s being made, he doesn’t mind helping out in the kitchen.

“Can you wash these?” you ask, pointing towards the bowl full of berries. He nods to your order and takes it over to the sink, carefully splashing water over the fruit and making sure each piece is clean– he doesn’ want to embarrass himself in front of you. Frankly, he doesn’t know what’s going on or how exactly jam is made, but you seem like you’re a regular in those activities– he doesn’t want you to think he’s a city guy with no knowledge of how the world works. Because that’s kind of true, but you don’t have to know that.

Bringing the bowl over to the table again, he watches as you look up at him from the next bowl you’re currently sorting through, raising your brows in question at his stare. The boy almost wants to look away from being caught, but he figures it’s too late anyway, so he challenges you and waits for you to jab at him or roll your eyes.

Instead, you pick up one berry from the bowl and press it up against his lips, an innocent smile playing with your features as you wait for him to eat it, looking at him with expecting eyes.

“Delicious, isn’t it?”

“Absolutely magical,” Jisung replies, overly-exaggerated, seeing you grin. He steals himself another berry from the bowl, escaping from the playful slap you want to give to the palm of his hand, before he sits on the chair opposite of yours, silently watching you doing your task.

“Now, today’s events might not be as exciting, so you can save your next 10 pounds, but once your aunt’s hands get tired, you can take over and stir the jam while it cooks,” you explain, teasing him with your little inside joke– you’re not actually getting paid for hanging out with him. Not really, although Jisung did buy you ice cream on your way home from the lake the other day. So in a way, you are. Just not with real money.

“So fun!” he says, watching you as you roll your eyes.

The truth is, he doesn’t care much about what he does during the day. As long as you’re present, he’s satisfied.

To Park Jisung, summer feels like overslept afternoons, his little humid room back home and boredom. This afternoon, the smell of berries, the sound of the radio and your bubbly laugh when you tease him joins the mix– and he thinks those overpower the grudge he has against the season with such measures he prays every day feels like summer from now on.

The room is kind of chilly when Jisung rests his back against the tall bookshelf– the side of the furniture, so the shelves aren’t uncomfortable against his back– eyes glued to the pages of the book. He finds himself too immersed in the story to notice anyone coming into his aunt’s living room, too occupied with the sentences to hear the shuffling of your feet as you drag your legs across the house. His aunt always lets you in with no questions– you only knock on the door and smile at her when she opens it, slickly jumping inside and finding who you’re looking for in one of the few rooms of the house– more often than not, you catch Park Jisung off guard, but he is starting to get used to the euphoric surprise.

Jisung is an avid reader. He’s liked books since he was little, and it was the only thing he found himself spending money on growing up. When the amount of books he could read in one month became too big for him to keep buying more and more prints, his mother took him to the town to get him his own library card.

After looking through the bookshelf in his aunt’s house, he was surprised– and a little annoyed– at the fact that there were only romance books in store. He already finished the copy of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy he brought with himself when his parents sent him off, and he didn’t really think of bringing more. Finding his aunt’s bookshelf was like finding a treasure, only if the contents weren’t so disappointing. Still, a romance book is better than no book, he thinks, as he picks a familiar one up and sits on the floor, immersing himself into the story.

“What are you reading?” he suddenly hears, head snapping up to see you watching him from above, eyes skimming through the words.

“A book,” he responds, voice low, before his eyes are back on the pages.

“I can see that, genius,” you snicker, situating yourself next to him and resting your back against the bookshelf, “what book is it?” you pry more, and even though you are almost always the main object of Park Jisung’s attention and thoughts, this time, you are set to the second place as he continues to read the novel.

You are rewarded with silence, a thing that makes your brows furrow and a sigh escape your lips. You’re not used to this kind of treatment, it seems, and when the interested teenager doesn’t give you his time of the day, you have no other choice but to ask for it yourself, no matter how embarrassing it might feel. You’re okay with biting it down– you know he won’t try to tease you about it anyways.

“Jisung, give me attention,” you simply say, jabbing your finger to his thigh.

“I’m reading.”

“I came to visit you!” you act offended, an over-exaggerated sigh escaping your lips.

“I didn’t ask you to,” Jisung mumbles, still reading through the pages, although his focus is now a little thrown-off.

Giving yourself a few seconds to think, chewing on the inside of your cheek, you shrug. “Okay, then. Read it out loud, so I’m entertained too.”

“It’s the middle of the book, Y/N–”

“Come on, I read The great Gatsby before anyway,” you say as you nestle a little in your place, resting your back flush against the shelf again, “read for me so we don’t sit in silence,” you order.

Jisung spares you a glance, a second of eye contact enough for him to be convinced, huffing before he averts his eyes back to the book and clears his throat, reading aloud.

He doesn’t like to be the center of attention. He doesn’t like it when everyone’s eyes are on him and he feels them watching, he absolutely despises the fact that he’s the only thing you’re focused on as he reads through the words and his voice shakes a little at each passage. He feels his face heartening and sweat slowly forming on his forehead, each of his fingertips tingling with the fact that he’s the only thing you’re paying attention to right now, your only object of interest.

“He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete,” he reads, and when he feels your head resting on his shoulder, your soft hair tickling the sensitive skin of his neck, he almost jumps out of his own skin and crawls under the ground, because somewhere along the way, he admits in shame, in his imagination, you turned into the main character.

Laying on the floor of his aunt’s living room, listening to the vinyl you popped into the record player just a few minutes prior to leaving the room to get some tea from his aunt, Park Jisung no longer wishes for the ground to swallow him whole and for the ceiling to fall down and bury him in the deepest depths of this house. He listens deeply to the music– the loud guitars and the ringing of the drums, so dearly reminding him of the beating of his own heart that involuntarily matches the song somewhere between the verse and the chorus– and when you slip back inside, carrying a tray with two mugs in the very middle, Jisung’s eyes unconsciously watch you as you walk through the space. It’s a weird parallel that makes him snicker.

“Why are you just laying here?” you nudge him with your leg, his figure limp on the floor. “We didn’t come here to lay around, little boy.”

“Just give me a few more minutes,” he hums as he nods, looking at you from below, the curves of your face and the glow on the tips of your cheekbones making his heartbeat stummer for just a beat, an excited glint in his stomach making itself known when you grin at him and your eyes bear into his with an uncertain feeling of mischief and playfulness.

“Are you mentally preparing, or something?”

“Something like that,” he admits, sighing to himself when you offer him a hand and beg him to stand up with your eyes, your skin soft under his touch when he hosts himself up and stands aimlessly in the middle of the room.

You stand in front of him, stiff, for only a few seconds. The eye contact you share makes Jisung feel electrified, but he doesn’t find himself averting his gaze– he’s too scared that you’d find him cowardly, or too shy to meet your glances. And even though it might be true and your whole existence is of exciting importance to the boy, he doesn’t want to show it to you so bluntly, so he chooses to bury those hints and stand his ground, waiting for you to look away first. He didn’t expect you to take it as a challenge– but when his still body annoys you a bit too much, he earns himself a bump to his shoulder, the contact of your tightened fist making him break into a victorious grin.

“Move!”

Jisung takes a step to his left, seeing as you roll your eyes at his teasing manner– normally you’re the one taking the lead in playful banter, but he’s feeling bold today, energized with whatever spirit– and you notice, hating the way he has the upper hand over you for once, deciding to once again take the matters to your own hands and lead him through the situation, grabbing him by his hand and strongly pulling him towards either side of the room, rolling your hips in your place and jumping around, laughing when he doesn’t seem to obey your strategy.

“Jisung-ah! You promised,” you pout, the soft demand in your tone making the boy sigh in defeat and roll his eyes at you, because if you’re good at something, it’s using your words and taking advantage of his weakness for you. And so he does what you want him to, finally holding you more firmly when his hands miraculously find your waist and he dances with you to the rock music– jumping around and twirling the two of you in the middle of the room, because there aren’t many dance moves you can do to this kind of music unless you’re really skilled– and there it is, the wide grin settling onto your face, like a sweet, sweet reward to the boy.

Because even though you really wanted to have fun with Jisung– to get the promised tenner, you said– your mum didn’t let you go to the party in town, no matter how hard you pleaded and tried to reason with her that Jisung’s gonna be there with you to protect you. His aunt knew better than to believe the claim– if there’s someone needing protection, it’s her nephew, and being the one that’s supposed to do the job might be too much pressure for the poor boy.

And when you pouted and mourned about the fact while breaking the news to Jisung yesterday afternoon, he found himself promising you that you can have your own party at his house, dancing around and having even more fun listening to his aunt’s outdated records and drinking chamomile tea that’s surely better than whatever alcohol they are serving in the town.

He’s not a good dancer. The music is not his cup of tea. But hearing your laughter piercing through his eardrums whenever he dips you down or does a silly dance solo just to impress you with his playfulness, he finds himself being content.

He hasn’t laughed this hard in a long while. He says it’s because of your outrageous ideas.

Deep inside, though, he knows it’s because of your sole presence.

“You already finished The Great Gatsby?” you ask, your soft voice cutting through the solemn wind. Jisung glances up at you from his spot next to your figure, the two of you sitting under the tree behind his house, silence enveloping you two like a blanket, only disturbed by the chirping of birds and cicadas in the distance.

He nods. “I’m a fast reader,” he snickers.

“You must have liked the book,” you mumble, your head falling to his shoulder as you nestle in your place a little, the book in your lap still open as you engage in the conversation with him. You’re wearing a summer dress, your bruised knees on full display, and something about the air smelling like strawberries makes him think and wonder of the fact that this feels a little too much like a date, but he’s too afraid to let the thought ring out loud.

“Not really,” he states, “I don’t like romance novels.”

“You don’t?” you ask, the statement taking you off guard.

“No.”

“Why?”

“They’re not realistic,” he mutters under his nose.

“You don’t believe in love?” you ask, your eyes locking with his in a curious manner. The more he bears his eyes into yours, the more he watches as the glimmers in your orbs swim around and hypnotize him, the more he wishes he could say yes, the more he yearns to tell you that he does, he always has and he always will believe in love, but smiling to himself, more out of despair than out of anything, he shakes his head in disapproval and sees the shadow casting over your face, breaking him.

“Why?” you ask, the tone of your voice almost hurt, as if it was a question of life and death.

“Because… it doesn’t seem real. It’s all an illusion, a chemical reaction, even, it’s- it’s not forever, you know? It messes with your brain and makes you feel dizzy for a while, and then after a while, you realize you don’t feel the same anymore and it was all just a lack of judgment. I don’t think love exists,” he says, “or at least, I don’t think it can last.”

Your eyes watch him with a newly found sense, something in your brain turning fast as you chew on the inside of your cheek, and he can see it in your eyes– you want to disagree with him, you want to tell him that he’s stupid and silly and he doesn’t know anything, he’s just too burdened with what’s going on in his life and that he judges everything by the image of love that was fed to him by his parents; the love that didn’t last, the love that didn’t exist– but you don’t say anything along those lines, maybe in a quiet understanding, knowing it won’t change his mind, knowing it’s not your place to tell him otherwise.

Instead, you only bear your eyes back into the pages of your book and sigh. “I disagree. Because, Jisung, tell me,” you say, sighing before you continue, “how could it not be real, when everyone writes about it? When everyone sings about it, yearns for it and so desperately wants it? How could it not last when this book is older than any of us, yet it’s still considered one of the most trivial parts of romance?”

He watches you from above, the crown of your head now in his point of view when he listens to your voice. “You should be kissed often, and by someone who knows how,” you read, “isn’t that beautiful, Jisung? Isn’t that love? Don’t tell me it’s all an illusion.”

Your eyes don’t meet his when you speak those words. Not able to focus back on his own reading, he becomes painfully aware of your head on his shoulder again, the soft tickling of your hair against his neck– and he finds himself thinking that if love is an illusion, a chemical reaction, a lack of judgment, even– if love doesn’t last, if it’s all just a drunkenness that makes him dizzy, he doesn’t mind.

At the end of the day, what matters might just be the present moment. And if this doesn’t last, he’s content with how he’s feeling for you now– even though it might fizzle out, he’s grateful for the things you’ve taught him.

Park Jisung’s summer is filled with him staring at you in your summer dress, with him watching you when you ramble on and on about something that makes barely any sense in his brain, with you dancing around the room and playing the piano in his aunt’s living room, the melodies sometimes lullying him to dreams filled with your scent and your voice calling from him when he wakes from his slumber.

Your face is the image that fills his brain when he thinks of sunny days, and somewhere along the way, he stopped trying to conceal the subtle infatuation he has over you, for you no longer tease him for his gentle stares and allow him to admire you in silence.

Today, much like all other days, he finds himself in your company. Sitting in the meadow, side by side– you convinced him he’d like the sight, but he finds himself watching you smile instead– the smell of strawberries fills his nose when you take out your lip balm and put it on, your soft lips suddenly glistening with the moisture, a pinkish tint like a subtle overlay over your smile. Indulged into the motion, Jisung can’t seem to look away, and he could play it off as him so desperately wanting to know if the lip balm tastes as delicious as it smells, but suddenly, all he can think about it how he wants to kiss you and how if he doesn’t look away soon, he won’t be able to control the urge.

But Jisung’s always been too weak when it comes to you. Eyes glued to your lips, still talking about philosophical themes the boy could never wrap his mind around, never in a million years, the stream of words is suddenly cut off your lips when he presses his against them, tasting the sweetness off your skin. And his suspicions were correct– the lip balm is as tasty as it smells, yet, even better than he could expect, tasting more of strawberries dipped in honey– but in his mind, the sweetness you and not the lip balm, and when your palm meets his cheek and holds him in place, he feels close to falling apart right in your hold, a fragile pot full of love and affection for you only, eyes pressed shut from nerves.

He doesn’t think he’s a good kisser. It’s his first time and he never really thought about the action before– never had the opportunity or the right person to prompt the thought into his head. He tries hard to ignore the thought of him being bad at the action, because he doesn’t want to ruin this memory for himself, and as you pull away for a heartbeat and then press yourself into him once more, he finds himself forgetting the time, space and the whole universe– there’s only you, you, you.

And he could lie to himself and convince himself that he kissed you just to taste the strawberries on his tongue, but it’s far from the simple reality– he kissed you just to kiss you.

Not thinking of the future this holds to him, not thinking of the fact that one day, you’ll have to say goodbye. Not thinking of much more, not expecting any difference in your dynamic. Deep down, he doesn’t even really want things to change– he likes the stillness, the security it holds. He kissed you just to kiss you– it was that simple. The desire was too strong to hold back. It was gentle, it was sweetness, and he found himself wondering how come it took him such a while.

Laying on the floor of his aunt’s living room with you, listening to the silence ringing in his ears and making his brain wander, Park Jisung wishes for the ground to swallow him whole and for the ceiling to fall down and bury him in the deepest depths of this house. He hasn’t felt like this in a while, too enchanted with your presence to realize the weight of the situation, too immersed in the blissful unknowingness than paying attention to the stresses that even brought him to his aunt’s house in the first place, but his head starts to spin as he dives in deeper to his thoughts, letting the fear swallow him. He once again wonders what would happen if he just left the room, left his aunt’s house and ran away so far no one could ever find him– it’s a familiar tale now, but he’s never really quite reached the end.

“What are you thinking about?” your voice breaks him out of the tense slumber, his eyes growing wide as he snaps his head to watch you next to him, your orbs filled with tender care and worry. The outside world is slowly turning into a little less vibrant one, the summer nights growing colder with the undeniable fact of the season ending soon, autumn taking its place and Park Jisung’s own departure slowly burning at the tips of his toes.

He doesn’t like to think about it, but it’s inevitable. Maybe he should pay it more mind.

“Home,” he mumbles, squinting his eyes as he turns his head back straight and watches the spiderwebs in the corner, the weight of his words making the atmosphere thicker. “It’s not gonna be the same,” he adds, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

The silence doesn’t go away as your hand envelopes his, your fingers playing with his in a calming manner, yet still having a playful aura to it as you tug on the joints of his fingers and wave them around in the air, eyes focused on the way his palm fits into yours. “Isn’t that a good thing?” you ask.

“I don’t know,” he answers.

And it’s true. He doesn’t know– fights and anger and bad temper is all he’s ever known, all he’s ever been used to. The silent treatment and the petty arguments are what raised him, and now that it’s gone, he wonders if it’s gonna make him feel better. The truth is, sometimes, feeling like this can feel essential. It feels safe to be so miserable, for when the bright times of him and his parents being okay and getting along happened, he’s always felt unsure, like the storm was about to happen each time; like he couldn’t be happy for long, because it felt uncomfortably unsafe, having the hunch that it’s gonna get bad again any time. Feeling numb was safe. It couldn’t get worse than that– it’s what made him comfortable with his sadness.

And if it’s true that it’s gonna be better now, just because his parents are gonna be separated and they’re not gonna be in contact, is it really okay for him to feel happy about that? Is it really the end? The calm after the storm of his childhood and growing up? And is it okay to feel secure in loneliness? To feel okay with seeing his mother wither away and his dad turning to alcohol every time he visits him in his new house? Because he can picture it now– he sees it clear as day, that this is how the situation’s gonna end up, and he doesn’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing.

“It’s gonna be okay,” you mumble, a poor attempt at soothing the boy.

He finds it hard to believe you. Sometimes he thinks you know everything– you’ve seen so much and taught him so much and told him so much about the world. But can you really know anything about a situation you’ve never encountered?

Still, his hopeless heart swells at your words, the comfort of your hand in his guarding him to reality. He thinks he made you up sometimes– he longed for something to comfort him so hard and for so long that the longing grew legs and followed him around, brightened up his withering days.

“I’m scared to come home,” he whispers, the tone barely audible in the so still room. He’s scared of what he’ll find. Sometimes he thinks he’s scared of the silence, for he was brought up in violent screams and doors always left a bit open– just in case. Is it going to be fine for him to find peace after the violence?

You lean up and watch the boy with eyes bigger than the whole universe, a soft smile playing with your features when your fingers trail the curve of his cheek. Jisung watches your lips and dreams of them on his, but there’s no use when you only trace the arch of his cupid's bone with the pad of your thumb, voice barely louder than a whisper, as if confiding him in a secret. “You’re gonna be okay.”

And with that, you’re gone. Like a dream. Your touch fades and your scent is forcefully dragged away from his nose.

After a few seconds, you play the piano for him again. He recognizes the song to be the same one you played on the first day you two met– and he wonders if it’s your favorite, or if you just don’t know how to play anything as well. The melody is often slow, romantic and idyllic, but builds into an intense complexity. Towards the end, the initial melody returns, bringing a sense of resolution and tranquility. He doesn’t know the name of the song– he’s never heard of it before meeting you– but in his soul, the feelings of love, longing and enchantment remain as he listens to the harmonies and passionate melody.

Laying on the floor of his aunt’s living room, listening to the song you play for him on the piano, so many words unsaid but hanging in the air, Park Jisung closes his eyes and feels a stray tear rolling down his cheek. The air smells of autumn when the breeze flows into the room through the open window, making the hairs on his arm stand up in attention, and his head starts to spin as he dives in deeper to the music, the classical tunes almost making him overthink more than he has before. He wonders what will happen if you left the room right now. If he’ll ever find you, wherever you are.

Laying on the floor of his aunt’s living room, listening to the song you play for him on the piano, so many words unsaid but hanging in the air, Park Jisung closes his eyes and lets himself fall into a soft slumber, the same way he did the first time you walked through the door to his life. During the sleep, he dreams of love.

Park Jisung opens his eyes on the last day of summer and feels coldness seeping into his bones. It’s not cold yet, the season hasn’t even ended, but there’s something about the aura of the morning that makes him crawl in his own skin and dread the day in front of him. After today, he’s supposed to come back home– he’s going to leave everything the summer taught him behind, in this little village, with his aunt he’s grown to adore more than he initially thought he could. It’s kind of depressing, if you really think about it, but Jisung would rather not think at all.

He sits up on the bed, burrowing his head into his palms and huffs heavily at the thoughts running through his brain. He’s not a morning person, sure, but he thinks perhaps his sudden mood change is the result of something completely else– something he doesn’t yet know and can’t quite put his finger on, can’t quite name.

Standing up and walking out of his room, naked feet in contact with the hardwood floor, the clique of the door feels unusually cold against his hand when he reaches for it, opening it and getting ready to face the day. He hasn’t said goodbye to you yet, but he knows he’ll have to today. It’s the last opportunity before he walks out of summer break for real, the last opportunity to see your smile and to hold you in his arms like he always yearned for whenever you were in his close proximity.

Yet, as he gets ready to take the first step out of the room, his feet come to contact with something sharp, a block-like object waiting for him outside of the door. Squinting below his toes, he finds a book on the hard tiles, picking it up and moving it closer up towards his nose. Reading over the title and the author’s name, his heart drops to his stomach, an unreasonable feeling of fear settling in his fingertips as he turns the page and reads through the contents, something scribbled on the first, worn-out page of the book catching his attention.

To my Jisung. Think of me when you read through the pages. You said you didn’t like romance novels, but I know you’re secretly a sucker for them. Always in your heart, Y/N.

A kiss mark in bright red is settled below the inscription, the lipstick stain he rarely ever seen you wear does nothing else than makes his heartbeat quicken and his fear intensify. He doesn’t have it confirmed yet, but in the depths of his mind and soul, he already knows– he knows it’s too late and you didn’t say goodbye before you left.

Still, his feet act before his brain does, his blurry vision ignored when he runs out of his aunt’s house and makes a jog towards the one you were staying at through the summer break. He puts on the first pair of shoes he finds at the doorstep and takes off, his aunt’s concerned yells ignored as he clutches the book to his chest, something about the beaten edges reminding him of the fact that it’s the one you always read in the shade under the single tree in the whole meadow, and it’s confirmed when he gets to your house– your parents’ car nowhere in sight, the windows shut and everything so intensely lonely.

And that’s when he allows himself to break– to fold at the grass in front of your house, to open the book and randomly find the sentence you quoted to him once, breaking his heart into a million different shatters. “You should be kissed often, and by someone who knows how,” he reads, and when his eyes trail over the next pages, he sees each one annotated, words scribbled on the sides of the pages, pretty quotes underlined. You left a piece of you with him, for him to keep, and he should feel lucky, for he has something to remember you by even though you’re long gone, but he just can’t get past the melody you played on the piano replaying over and over in his brain, reminding him that

you left without a goodbye and he doesn’t know what he’s going to do once he moves back home and you’re not going to be there, and oh how badly he wishes you kissed him for the last time yesterday, for he can’t remember how your lips felt against his anymore and he fears he may never feel the way he did when he was kissed by you ever again.

Rustling through the book, there’s a lone sheet of paper tucked behind the last page. Slowly walking home, head hung low, his eyes scanning the music sheet, the title of the song sits unfamiliar on his tongue when he repeats it under his breath like a broken mantra made to bring you back.

He promises himself to learn how to play it on the piano one day, just so he could hear it again. There’s an inkling feeling in him that the song might be important.

Wobbling through the classroom, happy that the bell finally rang and he can go home, Park Jisung hears his name called from the mouth of his Creative writing professor, much to his dismay, making him stop in his tracks and follow his voice with a low sigh. It’s Friday and it’s raining outside, meaning that if he won’t catch the last tram home, he’ll have to run through the rain without an umbrella, and that really wasn’t on his checklist for the week.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like he hates this class or his Creative writing professor in the slightest. It’s quite the opposite, really– this class serves good to his vivid imagination and the daydreaming he practices every night before sleeping and sometimes even when he takes a long shower. His professor is nice as well– young enough to understand the minds that are filling the classroom, only getting his master’s degree recently– but still mature enough to lead the class in a way that makes everyone respect him in a healthy way. But today, on a rainy, gray Friday, after the last class of the week, Jisung really doesn’t feel like talking to Mr Kim in the slightest.

“Did you want to talk to me about something?” Jisung asks as soon as the classroom empties itself out and he is standing face to face with his professor. The man nods, taking his glasses off and putting them onto his desk, quickly turning around to his student again and only starting to talk once he makes sure the classroom is completely empty, just to stay confidential.

“Yes, I did,” he says. Humming under his breath as he turns around again, he searches through the papers sitting on the desk, seemingly looking for the ones that belong to Jisung, and clears his breath as he faces the boy again and furrows his brows at the writing on the paper.

“Is something wrong?” Jisung asks, full of concern. The truth is that the Creative writing class is one of the only classes that maintain his grades below the lowest level– the one that gets you kicked out of the university– and the face his professor’s currently making is surely not a one that seeps of satisfaction. It’s only natural for Jisung to feel worried, because with how badly he’s doing in Physics, he surely can’t afford to get a bad grade even in a class that’s supposed to come easily to him.

“No, no,” Mr Kim shakes his head in a hurry to quickly calm his student down, “it’s just…” trailing off, his eyes swiftly moving across the letters Jisung finished writing a few weeks ago, just a day before handing the first part of his assignment in, reading the first few lines over one more time. Jisung finds himself feeling irritated and frustrated, for his professor should be the one that’s good with words, but in this situation, he feels like he’s not telling him anything.

“What is it, then?” he asks, diving straight in. If he gets it out of him now, he might even catch the last tram, as long as he runs to the tram stop…

“Look, Jisung. What I’m going to tell you now might not make you happy, but I think it’s crucial for you,” he says, looking kindly, yet still firmly at the boy, “your writing… I like it. Quite honestly, I find it phenomenal. You have a way with words that just… when you explain feelings, you go into depths and details, and I find that really interesting from a boy like you.”

Jisung doesn’t know what the premise of his words are, and the sudden praise catches him off-guard, since he thought he’s going to get scolded. Furrowing his brows and muttering low words of appreciation, his professor continues with his little ment, finally clarifying his intentions. “But I have an issue with this,” he says, pointing to the papers in his hands, meeting eyes with Jisung again, “it’s not that it’s bad. Not at all, I said what I said, I really find your writing the best in this class. However, I think it lacks something.”

Stepping from one foot to the other, Jisung chews on the inside of his cheek, confused. “And what does it lack, sir?”

“Emotion,” he deadpans, looking straight into his eyes. The words surprise him, making him furrow his brows at the explanation, mumbling in confusion.

“But… but you just said I describe emotions well?”

“That’s true, Jisung, however… Your works are full of emotion, but I don’t think those emotions are yours. You’re describing something you don’t feel, something you don’t understand, and that makes me feel like you’re trying to sell me something you’re constantly having to make yourself believe is real,” Mr Kim answers, switching his tone into a more considerate one, “I like your imagination, I like the plot, however, this all means that your writing lacks any real depth.”

Jisung gasps at the harsh words, the reality of them making him sink a little in his place. “I thought a lot about the plot and the intentions of the characters, I really don’t know what I did wrong–”

“If this was any other student in this classroom that handed in this work, I’d praise them for outdoing themselves. It’s good. It’s almost perfect, I’d say, and I mean that. But when it comes to you, Jisung…” he trails off again, trying to find the right words, “I think you can do better. I know you can do better, only if you actually cared a bit about the things you write. Did you enjoy writing this? Did you like this work?”

“I… I did- I think I do?” he stammers, answer sounding almost like a question,

Mr Kim stares at him for a while, almost as if he’s trying to make the boy realize the lies he’s telling from his own mouth right now, but when it doesn’t come, he just sighs and offers him the papers, watching the boy take them into his hold and stare at him, completely oblivious.

“Jisung, you’re writing like you have to do it. It doesn’t mean anything to you. At least this story doesn’t. And you know, I can see it in your words, it’s- you’re describing everything so deeply and so beautifully, but at the end of the day, you don’t like or care for anything you write, and that’s why it feels extraordinarily empty,” he says, watching the boys eyes widen and his lips form into a pout, nodding softly at his professor’s words.

“Does that mean… I’m gonna get a bad grade on my final assignment?” Jisung asks, lost.

Sighing, Mr Kim shakes his head and gazes at his student with eyes like an endless pool of honesty. “I want you to hand in something else. Don’t worry about getting in the deadlines, I’ll wait for you and grade this at the end of the semester. All I want is for you to write a story that means something to you. Don’t worry about the prompt, even, if that’s what’s making you feel limited. Just make me believe what you’re writing, Jisung.”

Nodding, Jisung finally understands the whole point of what his professor is telling him. Truth be told, Mr Kim is right– he does not care a bit about the story he wrote. While he can admit that he did a good job on it, he did well at writing about ghosts– the prompt for this semester’s final work (they focused on horror and mystery in literature this year)– he is ready to throw the papers into his drawer and never think of them again, for he just wrote what he was supposed to without giving it any minor significance. He might have described the emotions of the characters well, he might have used pretty words and astonishing abbreviations, but at the end of the day, if someone asked him how much the story he wrote means to him, he’d tell them that it mattered to him no more than a homework he had to complete.

“I understand, Mr Kim. I’ll… I’ll try again,” he says, nodding.

He’s rewarded by a gentle smile coming from his mentor, an expression full of understatement and honest care for his student. Taking a step back from him and leaning on the desk, the professor hints that he can go now, offering him one last sentence of condolence before he sets him out of the classroom.

“I’d hate for your talent to go to waste, Jisung.”

Smiling, although a little tight-lipped, the boy slowly walks to the door, nodding one last time before he leaves. “I’ll try not to disappoint, sir.”

The halls of the university are dark due to the stormy clouds shielding the sun from offering the light to the world. Sighing and checking the time on his phone, Jisung notices that he missed his last tram and the only way he can get home now is to jog through the pouring rain. Opening the glass door of the university building, grunting as he puts the hood of his jacket over his head, he runs through the falling raindrops, still thinking of the words his professor told him in the classroom just a few minutes ago.

Not looking in front of him as he runs, his body bumps into someone, making him utter honest, yet quick apologies as he jogs off after making sure the person is okay and didn’t drop anything, hating the way wet clothing sticks to his skin, making him feel almost a little claustrophobic. In the frantic hurry to get home as soon as possible, the boy doesn’t notice he dropped something on the floor–

the papers containing the latest story he wrote for the final assignment of his Creative writing class. Sitting in a puddle, somewhere in the middle of the street, the letters wash away with the afternoon rain, metaphorically erasing everything he wrote and didn’t care about in the past, moving him forward into a new direction.

Still, he looks behind his shoulder, ready to collect them from the ground just in case he might need them for something in the future, only to find the back of the person he just bumped into running away, a stack of white, water-stained A4 papers in their hands. Their walk is all too familiar to Jisung, the back of their head reminding him of something he’s experienced in the past, the sway of their hips and the jolt in their step making warmth erupt in his stomach at the fond memory that makes itself creep back into the boy’s head.

“It can’t be…” he mumbles.

The thought still fresh in his brain, the speculations making thoughts run around his mind faster than the speed of light, he opens up another Word document on his laptop as soon as he takes off his shoes in his mother’s new apartment, fingertips on fire. To write about something he cares for? Putting his everything into words that would mean something to him? It doesn’t seem as difficult right now.

Ghosts. The topic he found difficult to write about, for he’s never experienced anything paranormal before. He only tried to mimic everything he’s read about.

If anyone asked Park Jisung if he believed in ghosts, he’d tell them yes, however– for he has seen longing grow legs and follow him.

To write something he cares about, he decides– he’ll write about you.

He’ll write about the summer that even now, after so many months, feels like a dream.

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faerybin · 1 year

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「Han Jisung」 ♧

So here you'll find all of my favorite Jisung fanfics that you should read! Hope you will enjoy and let me know if one of the links doesn't work!

DRABBLES *⁠.⁠✧

Mornings with Jisung ✨ by @yxngbxkkie ↴

[0.4k] — fluff

Now everyone’s going to know you’re mine by @hwangyeonjun ↴

[0.5k] — smut

Beside you by @pepsiconcoction ↴

[0.6k] — angst with happy ending

Neck kisses by @cookiewrites ↴

[1.9k] — established relationship, smut, fluff

A pinch of the jeekies by @softukiyos ↴

[2.7k] — fluff

ONESHOTS *⁠.⁠✧

Hentai by @comet-falls ↴ ♡

[2.3k] — smut, established relationship

9 Months in the making by @straykeedz ↴

[2.8k] — smut, fluff, established relationship

Deserving by @chvnnie ↴

[3k] — smut, kinda enemies to lovers to kinda friends to lovers (?)

Angels by @comet-falls ↴

[3.4k] — smut, established relationship

Sweater weather by @cinhomi ↴ ♧

[4.8k] — fluff, smut, friends to lovers

Otherworldly by @ppiri-bahng ↴ ♡

[5.8k] — alien!jisung, established relationship, smut, fluff

On my mind by @staytheword ↴

[8.6k] — roommates to lovers, mutual pining, smut

Rough waters by @kwanisms ↴ ♧ ♡

[10k] — fluff, smut, s2l, merman au, samebito au

Strawberry Chapstick by @mintquokka ↴

[10.6k] — bff2l, high school au, 90s romcom au, angst, fluff, slow burn, idiots to lovers

Bloom by @blossom-hwa ↴

[11k] — fluff, angst, nature spirit!au

Lights, camera, action! by @formidxble ↴

[13.1k] — smut, fluff, a sprinkle of angst, camgirl!au, best friends to lovers

The boyfriend plan by @rachasticks (@violixs) ↴

[13.5k] — fake dating!au, highschool!au, fluff, angst

Awaken by @crispy-chan ↴

[14.5k] — strangers to friends to lovers, ghost!au, angst, fluff, romance; mystery, supernatural

Watch your six by @dreaming-medium ↴ ♧

[14.8k] — violence, smut

Enemies to lovers by @taelme ↴

[18k] — enemies-to-lovers!au, college!au, roommate!au, tattoo apprentice!jisung, fluff, a bit of angst

Heart drive by @jeonginify ↴

[24k] — fluff, slight angst, fake dating au, soundcloud rapper au

Heart attack! by @peaches-writes ↴

[25.1k] — fluff, fantasy, rivals to lovers au, childhood friends to lovers au, witch/wizard au (sugar sugar rune-inspired), royal au, college au

The bet by @chvnnie ↴

Part 2 ⇉ Rules

[19.6k] Two-shot — smut, college au, established relationship, feat. Hyunjin

Drivers license! by @linothinker ↴

Part 2 ⇉ Drivers license, the second chance!

[31.1k] Two-shot — fluff, angst, celebrity rapper!jisung, ex’s au

SERIES *⁠.⁠✧

Leave me loving you by @staytheword ↴

[3/3] [25.1k] [Completed]

Genre : rock band au, angst, smut

Kinktuary 17 by @kwanisms ↴

Part 2 ⇉ Truth comes out

Part 3 ⇉ Start of Something New

[3/3] [34.9k] [Completed]

Genre : kinktuary, smut, angst, fluff

It's a bad idea, right ? by @/cosmic-railwayxo ↴ ♡

⇉Part 2

⇉Part 3

⇉Part 4

[4/4] [45k] [Completed]

Genre : college!au, brother's best friend & 3racha Jisung, childhood friends to lovers, angst, fluff

Young god by @maatryoshkaa ↴

[16/16] [87.5k] [Completed]

Genre : strangers to lovers, college au, thriller, angst, fluff, romance

New fanfics ♧

Personal favorites ♡

Last updated : 04/04/2024

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1864reruns · 8 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ౨ৎ jisung's days of employment

꒰ 📿 °᳝ꯥ‧ٓ⭝ kpop masterlist . ˚◞♡ ﹫dreamersoneshot ▬▬▬

〢𓂅 park jisung x fem! reader ━ .ﾟ꙳ part one | [part two] જ ،ˊˎ- 𓂃 ִֶָ

synopsis. As the current youngest member of Dre☆mer's Cafe, Park Jisung is given the task of managing their social media accounts to promote them amongst teenagers. Problem: Park Jisung treats the account as if it's his personal account.

tag(s)&warning(s). crack, "oneshot", cafe au, near death experience treated as character development or smth

from vyon. delusional jisung is the funniest thing to me if you couldn't tell, also there's like a timeskip here if it wasn't as clear as i intended it to be ; posting this as i just missed my bus, checking my phone to see when my bus is coming bc it was late, this is so sick and twisted i'm gonna be late to my lesson, my english teacher may actually kill me

2023 ©jwhoozi ㅤㅤㅤ━ do not repost / copy!

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sixzeroes · 1 year

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warning: mildly suggestive.

[02:05] park jisung is a friend of a friend. you aren’t entirely unfamiliar with him, but everything you know about him stretches no further than the surface. he’s a gentleman, a beast at dancing, and rather popular with the ladies.

he’s also a great kisser.

perhaps it was because of the club. perhaps it was because of the alcohol. perhaps it was because of how good he looked in a plain t-shirt. many perhaps, many mayhaps, but one thing is for sure—you’re about to get drunk on his kisses.

jisung holds you by the waist, one hand resting on your hip, the other sliding up your side. your arms lay on his shoulders, locking around his neck as he slips his tongue into your mouth. you reciprocate, losing yourself in the taste of your friend’s friend.

you pull away first, overwhelmed by the heat. “you’re good, jisung.”

his lips quirk into a grin. “am i? i think i need to improve my technique. mind helping me out a bit more, y/n?”

there’s no need for words when your actions speak louder. in no time, your lips are meshing with his again, his hand on your hip slipping underneath your top. your breath hitches at the skin-to-skin contact, his fingertips warm against your body.

“i was thinking,” jisung whispers against your lips, “we take this somewhere else? my car’s parked outside.”

you release a shaky breath. “i’d love to.”

#nabimisc #HAPPY BELATED TO MY FOREVER CRUSH JI <3 #ik he’s got some of the best rizz in nct #it’s like his 반전매력 #nct #nct u #nct dream #park jisung #jisung #jisung suggestive #jisung smut #jisung fluff #jisung timestamp #jisung scenarios #jisung imagines #jisung oneshot #jisung au #jisung ff #jisung fanfic

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hyunfilms · 1 year

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if only (han jisung) | one shot teaser

—summary: even after going above & beyond for your best friend throughout the twists & turns your relationship has brought, you still end up dealing with a terrible case of han jisung welcoming love, but not being able to love in return.

—pairing: han jisung x f. reader

—genre: (18+) college au, best friends w/ benefits | heavy angst, smut

—general warnings: fuckboy!han, heavy angst, protected sex, manipulation/gaslighting, cussing, hurtful arguments, no happy ending

—a/n: more in depth warnings will be included when the fic releases, but please know that this will be similar to my nba!jk oneshot. it’ll be heavy on the angst, and there will not be a happy ending.

playlist: less of you (cover) - fern // snooze - sza // oceans - flores // leave before you love me - jonas brothers & marshmello // catch my breath - william singe //

—release: april 16 - fic is here.

—taglist: [closed]

#han jisung oneshot #jisung oneshot #han jisung fanfic #han fanfic #jisung fanfic #han jisung x reader #jisung x reader #han x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids oneshot #stray kids fanfiction #han jisung angst #han jisung smut #jisung angst #jisung smut #han angst #han smut #hyunfilms: if only

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godsmenusuperbowl · 9 months

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I Suck at My Job? ~ *Han Jisung*

Summary: Jisung has bought the perfect house for parties and making music. The best part is it came super cheap. However, he’s about to find out why such a perfect house didn’t have a bigger price tag.

Pairing: Han Jisung X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 2285

Warning: Ghosts, brief description of death (NOTHING GOREY I PROMISE!)

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter @rai-scutum @imagine-a-life-like-this @mxnsxngie @maeleelee

A/N: Dude. You could make a mini series out of this…

It was the perfect house. It wasn’t too big or too small. The layout was clean and easy to navigate. There was space for all of his many hobbies and he even managed to turn one room into a recording studio, while still having enough space for when his parents came over. However, Jisung found the house to be the perfect place to host all kinds of parties for his friends, making his place the ultimate hang out spot.

Despite all of the great amenities the house had to offer, there was one teeny, tiny little problem.

The place was haunted.

Now, Jisung didn’t know this little fact when he bought the house. He thought it was just the perfect house of the perfect size in the perfect location. Of course, he should have known something was wrong when he saw how low the mortgage was. But he wasn’t thinking. He was blinded by the perfection of the house he just bought.

On the first night, he heard lots of sounds, things were moved, and lights kept flickering on and off. However, he tried to pass it off as an old house. Granted, the things moving were a bit harder to explain. Nevertheless, he didn’t think too much of it. Besides, if he didn’t acknowledge it, the occurrences didn’t exist. At least, that’s what he told himself.

It wasn’t until he had been in the house a week that he realized the place actually was haunted.

Jisung was asleep when he felt someone tug the blankets off him. He tried to play it off like he just kicked them off, but deep down he knew better. He watched his curtains rustle in the still room. He also hears sounds but he pulls his pillow over his head, begging whoever or whatever is doing this to please stop and let him get some sleep.

“Am I scaring you?”

The whisper by his ear was crystal clear. Shooting up with a scream, he looks around frantically, trying to figure out who said it. But there was no one there. However, he would not be deterred.

“Who are you? Why are you doing this?”

“I said, am I scaring you?” The whisper was quieter and spread around the room like a fine mist.

“Uh, yeah. I wouldn’t be asking these questions if I wasn’t terrified beyond reasonable belief!”

A high-pitched noise that sounded like a cross between a shriek and a laugh reverberated through the room. Jisung placed his hands over his ears and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he noticed a faint glow near his dresser.

“I can’t believe it! I finally scared someone! This is so cool! I can’t wait to do this forever!”

“What are you talking about?”

The faint glow strengthened until he saw a person bouncing around next to his dresser. Jisung felt himself go pale at the sight. If he didn’t know any better, and he did know better, there was only one thing that could be:

A ghost.

With a groan he flopped back down on his bed. “You can’t be serious.”

The ghost stopped giggling to themselves to stare at him. “What are you talking about?”

“No wonder this place was mad cheap when I paid the down payment! It’s haunted! And, no offense, but I hate ghosts!”

Their cheerful attitude quickly soured, folding their arms over their chest. “First of all, when someone says ‘no offense’, it’s usually followed up by an offensive statement. And that statement was plenty offensive. Second of all, I don’t see what the big deal is. All I plan to do is scare you until the house is under new ownership. I’m not going to like, try and kill you or whatever.”

He glared at them. “Not the point. The point is this place was supposed to be the ultimate hang out spot for my friends and I. But because we have a creepy ghost here, that isn’t going to happen. Man, what am I going to tell the guys? They’re supposed to come over for a housewarming party this weekend! They’re going to be so disappointed when I have to tell them not to come over.”

“You know you’re really mean!” They wailed. “I’m not creepy! I just want to be scary, not creepy! That’s what ghosts are supposed to do. Besides, it’s not like I’m telling you your friends can’t come over. If it bothers you that much, I can leave you alone that night. Of course, that means I plan on being extra scary the next night, but I will begrudgingly leave you alone.”

Jisung stared at them. They couldn’t be serious. Weren’t they just saying they were super excited to be a ghost that scared him anyways? Why would they allow him a night to party with his friends? His mind was spinning from everything that had just happened. Twenty minutes ago, he just found out that he had a real ghost that lived in his house. Holding his head, he took a few hundred steps backwards.

“Okay, hang on, hang on.” He mumbled. “Before we get ahead of ourselves here, who are you and what are you doing in my house?”

“OH! Oh my God, oh my- you are so right!” They quickly sat down on the foot of his bed and he was a little surprised to see they made an indent. “My name is Y/n and I died here like five years ago.”

“Huh, you think I would have heard about that.”

“Well, it was an accident. I feel from the roof.”

“How’d you do that?”

“I was stargazing up there. You can actually get to the best spot from this window. I fell asleep under the stars, rolled off the roof, and hit the patio. Woke up dead as a doornail. For the last five years, I’ve been waiting and training to be the best ghost I could be. And then you bought the house! So now it’s my mission to scare you!” They explained with malicious delight.

Jisung frowned. “What if I don’t want you to scare me?”

They returned his frown, placing their head on their hands. “Then what am I supposed to do? Ghosts are supposed to be scary! I don’t want to just be stuck up in the attic for ages! I want to have fun too!”

“Can’t you like, move on to the afterlife or something?”

“I don’t know what my unfinished business would be, so I don’t think I can.”

He groaned. “Well this sucks.”

“Hey, I did say I would leave you alone if you wanted to party with your friends. Just as long as I get to scare you twice as good the next night.” They huffed, crossing their arms over their chest now.

Jisung stared at them, really taking in their features. He had to admit, for a ghost, they weren’t at all bad looking. They had a nice charm to them and even though they had sass to spare, they were nice enough. They weren’t like any of the malevolent spirits he watched in cheesy horror movies. Jisung conceded that there were worse ghosts he could have gotten stuck with if he were to ever move into a haunted house. Besides, their agreement was relatively reasonable. There was just one slight issue he had with it…

“What if I don’t want to be scared?”

There was a brief pause before they let out a bark of laughter. “Oh c’mon! Who doesn’t want to be scared? Besides, it’s what ghosts are supposed to do!”

“Who says?”

“Everyone!”

“More specifically?”

Again, they pouted, their bottom lip jutted out childishly. “Don’t you watch movies and TV shows? Ghosts are supposed to be scary, therefore I must scare you!”

“There are two things wrong with that. One: have you ever heard of Casper the Friendly Ghost? He doesn’t scare people. I mean he might accidentally, but he doesn’t ever do it intentionally. Secondly, you’re not exactly scary. So you’re failing pretty horribly at this whole being-a-ghost thing.”

Their jaw dropped. “Are, are you saying that I, I suck at my job?”

He shrugged. “Kind of, yeah.”

“Oh. Okay then.” They stood up and rubbed their arm, their eyes looking anywhere but at him. “Well, I guess I’ll just, um, be on my way then. D-don’t worry! You won’t have to hear from me or see me again because, you know, you said you don’t like to be scared. So I won’t. Try to scare you that is.”

Jisung felt his heart snap a little at the ghost floating solemnly out of his room. He didn’t mean to upset quite that badly, but he wasn’t lying either. They weren’t scary. And if they were so hellbent on being scary, they were doing a pretty sucky job at it. Still, he felt guilty. Which sort of shocked and confused him. Never in his wildest dreams did Jisung ever think he would feel bad for a ghost, especially one that wanted to make his life a nightmare.

“Wait.”

They poked their head back into his room and he could see a hopeful glimmer in their sparkling eyes. “Yes? Can I help you?”

He gave them a lop-sided smile. “I actually prefer Casper the Friendly Ghost over Vigo.”

“You know Ghostbusters?”

“Duh. Who doesn’t know Ghostbusters?”

They giggled, stepping fully back into the room. “You know, you’re not all that bad. I’m sorry for freaking out on you like that. It’s just, I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do. I have an eternity of sitting here, waiting to crossover, and I don’t know how to spend it. I thought I was supposed to be scary and haunt this house till the end of time. But now, I don’t quite think that’s the case anymore.”

Jisung let out an internal sigh of relief. “Well, maybe the two of us can reach an agreement? Maybe you could be like my cool, undead roommate?”

“That could be fun!”

“Of course, there would need to be rules.”

They nodded, sitting back down on his bed, pulling their knees to their chest. “Absolutely. I’m thinking that one rule be you clean up after yourself-”

He held up his hands. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! I meant rules for you!”

“Me? Please! You need rules too! You’ve only lived here a week and the place is already trashed! I may be dead but yikes, man! I can’t stand to look at all the garbage you’ve accumulated.”

Though he felt resentment from their words, he knew they were right. He sighed again. “Fine. We’ll make rules for each other. I’ll try and keep things cleaner around here and you can’t bother my friends when they come to the house.”

“Sounds good! Alright, my turn. I won’t torment you every second of your life here and you need to learn to cook.”

“Wait what?! Why?”

They shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Because food smells so good! If I wasn’t dead, I would totally be cooking every second of every day! It was one of my favorite things to do when I was alive.”

Jisung massaged his temples. “Alright fine, counterpoint to that rule: I will invite my friend Felix over more often since he can cook and bake.”

“I’ll take it!”

“Okay next rule, if you don’t bother me when I make music, I won’t bother you when you need your alone time.”

“You make music?” They lit up. “Can I at least listen? I’ll be quiet, I promise! I just want to be there when you’re making it.”

“Sure, fine. As long as you’re quiet.”

“Awesome! Okay, I will be your spy for you when your friends are over if you and I can set an hour aside every day just to talk.”

Jisung furrowed his brows at your comment. “What do you mean?”

Again, they shrugged. “Well, I can eavesdrop on your friends’ conversations and if you want to know what they said, I can let you know. Of course, I will only tell you when you ask me to. I don’t want to betray the trust you have with your friends. That would just be heartless.”

He shook his head. “No, I got that. I mean why do you want to set an hour aside just to talk?”

“Oh.” They became somber again, avoiding eye contact. “Well, for the last five years I’ve been alone. I haven’t talked to anyone in so long. Besides, if we’re going to be roommates, I want us to get along and be friends. The only way to do that is by talking, learning about the other person and so on and so forth.”

Again, Jisung felt that nagging sensation of guilt. He wouldn’t know what to do if he was in that exact same scenario. To have died and wandered around your childhood home for five years with no one to talk to or be with? It sounded awfully lonely. Besides, it was just one hour. He could block out that kind of time for them.

“Alright. I think that’s a good set of rules for now.” He nodded. “I look forward to being roommates with you.”

You beamed. “Me too! Well, good night Jisung. I will see you in the morning, where you will be cleaning the whole house from top to bottom, got it?”

He gave a small chuckle. “You got it. See you in the morning.”

As he laid back in bed, arms behind his head, he couldn’t help but smile. Somewhere deep inside, a giddy sensation was building inside him. This seemed like the start of a beautiful friendship.

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rnjfy · 2 years

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[4:19 pm]

“jisung, truth or dare?” mark’s slightly slurred voice turns everyone’s attention towards the youngest boy as he scoffs at the sudden attention.

his hand brushes through his brown locks before answering quite smugly, “dare.”

“i dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.”

this swipes the smugness on jisung’s face clean off. his eyes almost immediately connects with yours. you see the nervousness in them as he clears his throat, slowly shifting closer towards where you’re seated.

“just tell me if this is okay.” his soft whisper reaches your ears as he timidly reaches to cup your cheek in his hand.

you smile, momentarily forgetting about the rest of your friends sitting around you, “it’s perfectly fine.”

this causes jisung’s lips to curl up into a slight smirk. softly, his lips press onto yours. your world spins even more as his thumb moves to brush against your skin.

“dude, look at his ears!”

mark giggles and it breaks you both apart, jisung can’t seem to meet your eyes as he shifts back to his seat.

“hyung!”

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heyjwi · 7 months

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Is it okay if I can request a mix of fluff and smut? I kinda got this thought where easily flustered reader and cold but sweet jisung woke up the next day after doing the deed and reader wakes up to jisung with glistening lips staring right at them which drives them crazy but he's still just freakin' looking at them like a mf snack 😩 and then he says a quick "good morning" before attacking your lips 🥵 I'm crazy help

after glow | pjs

synopsis: waking up next to jisung after a long night and seeing him staring right into your eyes. his hair was ruffled and he laid shirtless beside you..

ty for your req <3

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warnings: smut, rough morning sex, scratching/ marking, oneshot.

dom!jisung x fem!reader

the sun gently glazed through the window of your shared apartment. feeling the warmness on your face led to you opening your eyes, only to see your boyfriend staring into your eyes.

his hair was slightly ruffled and his lips pursued with a glow. jisung moved to face you completely, revealing his marked up neck and shirtless chest, reminding you of what happened the night prior.

he noticed your eyes on his neck, causing him to let out a small chuckle.

“reminds you of something huh.” , he mumbled, leaning forward to kiss you. his hands lingering to your bare thighs under the blanket. jisung let out a small groan, moving his hands to your panties.

you moaned into the kiss and spread your legs to give him more access. jisung pulled away when he felt you had nothing on, giving you a funny look alongside a small giggle.

he slowly pushed two thick digits inside your hole, you let out a loud moan at the feeling. he thrusted his fingers deep inside you, before you could cum, jisung quickly withdrew his fingers and hovered above you.

he pushed himself up against you body, and pulled down his boxers. jisung groaned, sliding his cock between your thighs and pressing firmly against your entrance.

your lips slightly opened at the feeling of him pushing himself inside, unable to let out a sound. he slammed his pelvis upwards forcefully. jisung gasped, feeling sweat dripping forming on his forehead form the blazing sun outside as he continued thrusting into you aggressively. "you feel so fucking good..”, he whispered into your ear.

you both moaned loudly, feeling jisung shiver as he continued to pound into you. sweat was rolling down his neck, and his muscles were trembling with exertion. “so pretty..”

your hands gripped onto his back, scratching little red marks as he thrusted harshly. he shuddered at the sensation, panting heavily as he felt himself about to release, continuing to slam his hips up. your eyes slightly rolled back and you released a string of moans as your bed rocked against the wall.

jisungs climax hit him hard, filling your womb with his seed. his body trembled violently as he groaned deeply, pulling you close tightly against him. you let out a choked moan as you felt both of your releases slowly leaking out of your pussy.

he flipped you around so you laid on your stomach and gave you a kiss on the head. "hold on for me a little longer baby.." he mumbled, entering you from behind roughly. "want to feel more of you.." he says in a husky whisper in your ear.

you couldn’t help but whine at his sudden intrusion, reaching a hand back for support. he chuckled and grabbed your hand, using it to push himself deep as he pumps in and out of you slowly at first, then gradually building up speed and intensity. you moaned and groaned with each thrust, your words becoming broken and incoherent until eventually, your simply lost in pleasure.

his breathing became ragged as well, sweat dripping down his face as he continues pounding away at you relentlessly. he growls deeply, pushing himself further inside you than before.

“jisung fu..ck..” , you mumbled out , feeling him hitting your sensitive spot. a loud gasp escaped your lips at the feeling of his cock hitting you repeatedly.

he grinned mischievously, increasing his pace even more. "cum for me baby." jisung whispered, grabbing onto your breasts firmly as he pounded away at your pussy relentlessly. your whole body shook violently as you came all over his dick, screaming out loud in ecstasy.

jisung panted heavily, his cock still buried deep inside your quivering pussy as he smirks down at you, his breathing becoming even more labored as he starts to shoot his load deep inside you, causing another loud gasp to erupt from you.

he looked down at you in satisfaction, smiling widely as he slips his dick out of your dripping pussy. his hands wrapping around you once more as you laid in his embrace.

jisung smiled, placing soft kisses onto your forehead. the sun shining down on you both as you snuggled into his chest.

“good morning my love”

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springseasonie · 9 months

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Auralism | PJS (M)

Voice actor Jisung x fem reader

Part 2. Part 3.

Summary: Auralism is to be sexually aroused by sound, which includes people's voices.

Warnings: sexual content, mutual masterbation, Jisung is talking you through it hehe

Word count: 1,2k

A/N: was getting back into audio porn and it inspired me :)) I love Jisung voice and if y'all didn't know about audio porn, reddit and quinn are top teir. Get into ittttt. Feedback is loved and appreciated 🩷🩷

This was something you never told anyone you were into. You preferred to keep this particular interest to yourself, not because you were embarrassed but because you wanted to keep him to yourself. "Him" is a man that goes by the name of LilJisung on Reddit. You had no idea what he looked like, no one did. You just knew his voice.

His voice did things to you no one could even imagine. It was deep, soft, calm. Jisung had you under a spell. Every time you heard his voice, even a tiny sigh, your heart would jump. Sometimes you really wanted to know what he looked like, if his voice matched his face or if he looked like anything you imagined. But right now, you were laying in your bed, headphones in as you scrolled through your phone to find one audio you never listened to (and you've heard almost all of them).

Just when you were about to give up, you saw something that you've never seen before peak your interest. The title of the audio was "couldn't sleep". You pressed on it and laid your phone flat, expecting for it to be regular audio, but you couldn't even be more wrong.

"Hey guys."

The butterflies erupted in your stomach, hands immediately clutching your shirt at the sound of his voice. God, he was so sexy without even trying, making you go crazy and all he said was 2 words.

"As you can tell by the title, I couldn't sleep. So I decided to record something. If I sound a little different, it's because I'm laying down and the mic is attached to my chain."

Your body shivers with anticipation, taking in every single word with sinful intent. In all honesty, you were barely listening to him, the sheer tone of his voice turning your core into a river. You were shamelessly obsessed with the man. Your hands were moving on their own, fingers tracing the middle of your chest as you laid on your back, moving right between your legs.

"I'm gonna do something a bit different. We're close, right? Well we should be. I've made you cum without even having touched you many times I bet."

And he was about to do it again. You hadn't even started stimulating yourself yet, but Jesus. The things he says are enough to make you cum untouched. His deep, but careful voice and way of speaking – it turned you on so much. He knew his audience so well, always listening well to their comments and loving everything everyone had to say.

"I want you guys to touch yourself as you listen to me touch myself and talk to you."

You listened to the faint sound of him stroking his lubed cock through your noise canceling headphones, sinful sounds ticking your ear drums. You were salivating, legs getting stuck to your sheets as your body was getting hotter and hotter. His soft sighs were beginning to really excite you, mind reeling from all the sounds.

"I hope you're in a comfortable position right now. I bet you look so pretty. If you have clothes on..fuck.. take all of them off. I want to feel as if you're here with me."

You opened your eyes moving off your bed at the speed of light. The audio continued, his soft moans and sighs permeating your ears as you took your clothes off. Finally getting everything off, you laid in your bed again, legs spread wide.

"I really, really love doing these," he starts. "Fuck..I'm so turned on right now." You hear him gulp, smacking his teeth as he opens his mouth, letting out a shaky moan as he stroked himself faster. Moans and groans fell from his lips, tickling you in all the right places.

"You know how much I like it when you follow directions, so let me guide you pretty girl."

Your brows furrowed, core getting even more wet at his sultry voice.

"Run your hands all over your body baby. Just like that. And keep those legs open for me. I bet you look so fucking pretty with your pussy on display for me."

Your breath was shaky, his voice sending you into overdrive. You haven't even started touching yourself yet, but you were ready to let go at any moment. The raspy whispers, dirty words in a calm innocent tone – you needed him.

"Now take those pretty hands and put them between your legs. Just- oh fuck. Fuck this feels so good."

You started rubbing your clit, brows furrowing almost immediately from how overly sensitive you were. The sound of his breath quickening made your stomach do flips, the slight rasp in his throat as he tried to keep his loud groans down.

"I wish I could see you right now, touch you and make you feel good. You want me to make you feel good?"

You nodded, slipping completely into your element. At this point, you're in a parasocial relationship with this guy. He's the only man that has made you cum and you've never touched him, let alone seen him. The way he spoke sent you into a frenzy, it felt like he was actually there with you.

"Slip those cute fingers in for me, pretty girl. They're probably not as long as mine. You probably thought about it haven't you, hm? Me with my fingers deep in your cunt?"

You slipped your fingers in, fingering yourself at a good pace as soon as you started. Your eyes were shut, moans echoing in the room. You couldn't even hear yourself due to the noise canceling headphones you had on. Your other hand made its way to your chest, rolling your nipple between your fingers. You pinched and pulled the sensitive bud while his voice rushed your eardrums.

"Fuck, I want you to go faster with me okay?"

You fingered yourself faster, moving your hand from your nipples and circling it on your clit in unison with your other hand. You were in heaven at this point, overstimulated to the brim. Your moans and whines become louder with him, unable to control yourself.

"Fuck you're doing so well. You always do well for me," he said, voice a bit whiny. "Shit, I'm probably gonna cum soon," he chuckled softly mixed with his moans. The sound of him stroking himself faster rang through your ears, lighting the flame in your stomach. His breathing hitched, whines going up in pitch with every breath he took.

"I-I want you to cum with me okay," he whimpered breathlessly, deep voice cracking from the pleasure. "Please cum with me. Please, please, please."

"Oh my god," you whined. At this point, you fully stopped fingering yourself and rubbed your aroused bud. Your jaw dropped as you threw your head back. Your other hand gripped your sheets hard, knuckles lightening in color.

"I'm cumming, fuck." You listened to him cum, his moans loud in your ears as you came at the same time. "Yes, keep cumming for me. God, I wish I could see you."

Your body shuddered, muscles tensing so hard it hurt. Yet again, he gave you one of the best orgasms of your life. Breathing shakily, you plopped down on your bed weakly once again listening to his breathing.

"Well that was fun." His laugh was raspy and light, almost as if he wasn't whispering the dirtiest thing in your ear a second ago. "Thank you for spending more time with me. I hope you came as much as I did, pretty girl. Hope to see you next time."

And with that, the audio finished, and thankfully, so did you.

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fly-forever-young · 2 years

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park jisung's first time (s) with his girlfriend lets go you can do it ;)

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"Are you sure?" Jisung looks at you intently and you nod. "Do you want it too?" You ask Jisung because is the first time for both of you, you have never gone beyond some heavy make-out and at most you have done is take off your shirts. "Yes I am" Jisung answers a little embarrassed, it will be an important step for both of you and it is right that you feel ready.

Jisung approaches you slowly smiling at you and then kisses you, initially they are pecks but then they become longer and more intense and your tongues fight for dominance. "Lie down" You obey by lying on the bed as you watch Jisung remove his shirt revealing his perfect physique. "Don't look at me like that" You nod embarrassed that you got caught and Jisung positions himself on top of you, his hands are on the sides of your head. Resumes kissing you this time there is seriousness in your make out. You detach yourself first and then take off your shirt and then the bra revealing your breasts, Jisung stares at your boobs. "Now who is the one staring?" You ask teasing him and Jisung brings attention back to you. "You can touch them if you want" You lie down again giving free access to Jisung who begins to massage your breasts and then pinch your nipple making you moan. Jisung gains confidence knowing that he is making you feel good and begins to kiss your neck slowly by pushing his hips against yours. Jisung slowly brings the trail of kisses further and further down to your breasts which begins to kiss with more intensity and then goes up kissing you again. You both take off the last clothes you have left on you, you lie down again while Jisung takes a condom and then gets between your legs holding his cock in his hand. "I don't think it will fit in" Jisung announces and you look at him shocked not knowing what to say."Put your fingers in first .... It should dilate a little" Jisung nods and sticks a finger first and then slowly pulls it out repeating the action then adds the second finger and then pumps them out and in. "You're so wet" You blush and he smiles encouragingly. "I think we can try?" You nod and he aligns the tip of his cock at your entrance waiting for your consent before proceeding. "I'm ready" Jisung pushes his hips and slowly his cock enters you, you both moan together, once it's all inside he comes over to kiss you, you feel burning. "Sorry" Jisung says looking at your pained expression. After a while you get used to it and give him permission to move, Jisung starts with slow thrusts even though his instincts tell him to go faster, "Jisung fuck- You so big" Jisung smirks and slightly increases the speed of the thrusts. "You are so tight- and hot" Jisung sinks his head into your neck letting go of pleasure. You wrap your arms around his back. "More" Jisung increases the speed but not too much since it is the first time for both of you and wants it to be a nice and enjoyable experience. "I think- I'm about to come- Jisung" you inform him and he brings his hand down massaging your clit making you moan his name. After a couple of pushes you cum, it's a whole new experience you didn't think was possible, Jisung comes after a few pushes. Jisung removes himself from above you throwing the used condom and then lies down next to you. "It was amazing" Jisung says looking at you, "Yeah, I'm glad you were my first time." "So am I" The more you think about what just happened between you two, the more it seems almost unreal. "Anyway Jisung you knew a lot about what to do to be your first time" Jisung sighs before replying "I asked my hyung for some advice"

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bonobonoyaatheart · 10 months

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Wasn't supposed to - Han Jisung

Summary: You are Jisung's bodyguard but soon you become much more than that. This isn't right, is it? But love will always find its way.

Genre : Fluff, angst.

Pairing: Idol Jisung x female older Reader

Word count : 3405

You were a huge fan of K-pop, and Jisung happened to be your favorite idol. Imagine your excitement when you found yourself assigned as his bodyguard during a bustling airport event. Your heart raced with a mix of nerves and anticipation as you stepped into this unexpected role, knowing that you would have the chance to be up close and personal with the star you admired.

The airport was abuzz with excitement as fans eagerly awaited Jisung's arrival. Among the crowd, you stood at your designated spot, scanning the area for any potential threats or disturbances. You couldn't believe that you were actually going to be protecting Jisung, the person whose music had brought you so much joy.

As the black-tinted van pulled up, cheers erupted from the crowd. Jisung emerged, exuding charm and charisma, and the atmosphere became electric with excitement. Fans screamed and waved their banners, desperate to catch a glimpse of their beloved idol.

You moved alongside Jisung, trying to keep a cool and watchful eye on the surroundings, despite the overwhelming surge of emotions within you. He looked even more captivating up close, with his infectious smile and confident demeanor.

Amidst the chaos, you noticed a figure in the crowd behaving erratically. It was clear that this person had ill intentions towards Jisung. Without hesitating, you positioned yourself between them, determined to keep Jisung safe from harm.

"Stay back! Get away from him!" you exclaimed, your voice firm and resolute.

The stalker's eyes burned with a mix of anger and obsession as she shouted back, "He belongs to me! I won't let anyone else have him!"

You stood your ground, refusing to let their words shake you. Your focus was solely on protecting Jisung, someone who had become more than just an idol to you.

"I won't let you hurt him. Stay away!" you declared, your voice filled with determination. The stalker, fueled by their delusion, continued to approach, disregarding your warnings. Your heart pounded in your chest, but you pushed aside any fear or doubt. You were committed to safeguarding Jisung, no matter the cost.

Summoning every ounce of strength, you managed to create a barrier between Jisung and the stalker, allowing his security team to intervene and handle the situation. Despite the chaos, you ended up with a minor injury, a small sacrifice to ensure Jisung's safety.

Jisung, his face a mix of concern and gratitude, hurried to your side. "Are you okay? You took a hit back there," he asked, genuine concern in his eyes. You winced slightly, trying to downplay the pain. "I'm fine, Jisung. Don't worry about me. I'm just glad you're safe." His expression softened, and he reached out to gently touch your arm. "Thank you. You really protected me. I can't express how grateful I am."

In that moment, as your eyes met, an unspoken understanding passed between you. You had gone from being a fan to being someone who would stand up for Jisung, someone who deeply cared for his well-being. Little did you know that this unexpected encounter would be the beginning of a remarkable journey, one that would bring you even closer to Jisung and forge an unbreakable bond between you.

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Weeks had passed since the incident at the airport, and your role as Jisung's bodyguard continued. The bond between you and Jisung had deepened during this time, as you became not only his protector but also a trusted confidante.

One day, you received a call from Jisung's manager, informing you that Jisung was feeling down after a particularly challenging recording session. Without hesitation, you made your way to the studio where Jisung and his group, Stray Kids, were working on their latest track.

As you entered the recording studio, the vibrant energy that usually permeated the space seemed dimmed. Jisung sat on a couch, his head bowed, and the weight of his emotions was palpable. Your heart ached at the sight of him, wanting nothing more than to provide comfort.

You approached him gently, taking a seat beside him. "Hey, Jisung. What's going on? You seem really down."

Jisung sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's just... Bangchan hyung scolded me during the recording. He said I wasn't giving my best and that I was holding the group back. I can't help but feel like I'm not good enough."

Your heart went out to him, and you reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Jisung, I know how much you care about your craft. It's normal to feel discouraged when things don't go as planned, but remember that one setback doesn't define your talent or worth. You have the potential to grow and improve."

He looked up, his eyes filled with vulnerability. "But what if I can't? What if I never meet the expectations?"

You shook your head, a comforting smile on your face. "Jisung, you've come so far, and you've achieved incredible things already. Don't let self-doubt overshadow your accomplishments. Everyone has their own journey and their own pace. Trust in your abilities and have faith in yourself. And remember, even in the face of criticism, your fans and those who truly care about you will always be there to support you."

His gaze met yours, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you, noona. Your words mean a lot to me. It's comforting to have someone who understands and believes in me."

You squeezed his shoulder gently. "You're not alone, Jisung. I'll always be here for you, supporting you through the ups and downs. Lean on me whenever you need someone to talk to or seek guidance from. You have a bright future ahead, and I have no doubt that you'll overcome any challenges that come your way."

A small smile played on his lips as he nodded, a renewed determination in his eyes. "I'll do my best, noona. With your support, I know I can push through."

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The days flew by in a whirlwind of events and performances. Your bond with Jisung continued to deepen, and the line between your roles as his bodyguard and confidante blurred further. As Jisung's birthday approached, you couldn't help but want to do something special for him, despite the growing realization of your own feelings.

On the morning of his birthday, you decided to take the day off from your duties as Jisung's bodyguard. It was a risk, but you wanted to make this day memorable for him. You had planned a surprise outing, a day filled with fun and laughter, just the two of you.

As the sun painted the sky with shades of gold, you met Jisung outside his dorm. He looked surprised to see you there, a curious smile tugging at his lips. "Noona, what are you doing here? Isn't today your day off?"

You returned his smile, excitement bubbling within you. "I wanted to spend the day with you, Jisung. It's your birthday, after all. Consider me your personal tour guide for the day."

His eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and delight. "You didn't have to do this, noona. I'm already happy to spend time with you."

You chuckled softly. "Well, get ready for a day filled with surprises. Our first stop is a place I know you'll love."

You hailed a taxi, and soon the two of you arrived at a bustling shopping district. Jisung looked around, his eyes widening with anticipation. "Noona, are we going shopping? I love shopping!"

You nodded, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. "Yes, Jisung. Today, you're not just an idol, but a regular person enjoying his special day. Let's indulge in some retail therapy."

Hand in hand, you wandered through the vibrant streets, exploring stores, and trying on different outfits. Jisung's laughter filled the air as he jokingly posed in front of a mirror, trying out various styles. The worries and responsibilities of his idol life seemed to fade away, replaced by pure joy and freedom.

As the day progressed, you found yourselves in a cozy café, sipping hot beverages and sharing stories. Jisung's eyes shone with happiness, and you couldn't help but feel your heart flutter at the sight.

The day continued with more adventures—a visit to an amusement park, riding roller coasters and screaming with laughter, and enjoying delicious treats at a local food festival. Each moment was filled with pure happiness, and you cherished the opportunity to see Jisung so carefree.

As the day came to an end, you walked Jisung back to his dorm, both of you wearing tired but content smiles. "Noona, thank you so much for today," Jisung said, his voice filled with gratitude. "This has been the best birthday I've ever had. I can't express how much I appreciate your efforts."

You smiled warmly at him, a mix of emotions swirling within you. "Jisung, it was my pleasure. Seeing you happy and enjoying yourself makes everything worthwhile."

He reached out and squeezed your hand gently. "Noona, you mean a lot to me. Your presence in my life brings me comfort and strength. I don't know what I would do without you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything that might complicate your relationship or put him in an awkward position. So you simply replied, "Jisung, I'm grateful to be a part of your life. We've shared so many meaningful moments, and I treasure our friendship."

He nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Let's continue to support each other, noona. I know I can always count on you."

With a final goodbye, you watched him enter the dorm, a mixture of happiness and longing swirling within you. Deep down, you knew that your feelings for Jisung went beyond friendship, but for now, you chose to keep them hidden, cherishing the bond you shared without risking its fragile balance.

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After a long day of work, you found yourself sitting with Jisung in the cozy corner of a nearby café. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as the two of you shared a table, chatting and laughing together. It was a moment of genuine connection, a bond that went beyond the roles of a bodyguard and an idol.

Jisung's eyes sparkled with joy as he recounted funny moments from his recent practice sessions, making you laugh with his lively storytelling. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and for a brief moment, the weight of unspoken feelings dissipated, replaced by a shared sense of camaraderie.

As the evening drew near, Jisung checked the time and sighed. "I have to head to the studio for practice, noona. But spending this time with you was amazing. Thank you for being here."

You smiled warmly, your heart feeling both light and heavy at the same time. "It was my pleasure, Jisung. You know I'll always support you, no matter what. Now go and rock your practice!"

Jisung stood up from the table, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "I'll see you soon, noona. Take care, and remember how much I appreciate you."

With a final wave, he left the café, his departure leaving a void in the space you had shared. But you knew that the time had come to make a difficult decision—one that would shape the course of your relationship with Jisung.

Taking a deep breath, you made your way to the studio where Jisung and the rest of his group were practicing. Inside, you found his manager, a familiar face who greeted you with a nod of recognition.

"Hello," you greeted, your voice filled with a mix of determination and vulnerability. "I need to speak with you about something important regarding my role as Jisung's bodyguard."

The manager's brows furrowed, concern etching their face. "Of course, what's the matter?"

You hesitated for a moment, choosing your words carefully. "I've made a decision. I cannot continue as Jisung's bodyguard. It's for personal reasons, but I don't want the exact reason to be disclosed to him. Please inform Jisung that I have quit my job, but don't reveal the true nature of my departure."

The manager nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I understand your request. I'll let Jisung know that you won't be his bodyguard anymore, without divulging the details. But are you sure about this? Jisung will be saddened by your absence."

A mix of sadness and resolve washed over you as you nodded. "I'm certain. It's for the best—for both Jisung and myself. Please convey my gratitude to him and assure him that my decision is not a reflection of his actions or his worth."

With a heavy sigh, you turned to leave the studio, your heart filled with both longing and a sense of purpose. The path ahead might be uncertain, but you knew that taking this step was necessary for your own emotional well-being and the preservation of your friendship with Jisung.

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Almost a week had passed and the absence of your presence as Jisung's bodyguard grew into an unbearable weight on both your hearts. Jisung found himself consumed by a relentless ache, his thoughts constantly haunted by your absence. He questioned every interaction, every word exchanged between you, desperately trying to understand where things went wrong.

On a quiet evening, the weight of his emotions became too heavy to bear. Jisung found himself at the studio, his footsteps echoing in the empty halls. The once vibrant space felt cold and lifeless without your laughter, your presence filling every corner.

Slumping down onto a worn-out couch, Jisung couldn't help but replay the memories of your time together, each one a painful reminder of what he had lost. He held onto the last conversation you had, your smiling faces etched into his mind, but the ache in his heart only deepened.

"Why did you leave?" Jisung whispered, his voice filled with anguish. "What did I do wrong?"

Lost in a sea of uncertainty, he wondered if he had missed something, some sign of your growing feelings. Was there a moment he failed to recognize, a chance to bridge the gap between friendship and something more?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a familiar melody, his phone buzzing with a text message. It was his manager, delivering the news that shattered his already fragile heart. "You need to know… she quit. She's no longer your bodyguard. I am extremely sorry for not telling you earlier, I forgot and I am deeply sorry for that."

Shock washed over him, his mind struggling to process the abruptness of your departure. Frustration welled up within him, the ache transforming into a tidal wave of emotions. How could you leave without a proper explanation? How could you abandon him when he needed you the most?

Jisung's hands trembled as he typed a response, his words a mix of confusion and desperation. "Why? Why did she leave without telling me? What happened?"

His manager's reply came swiftly, filled with compassion and a touch of hesitation. "She had personal reasons, Jisung. She asked me not to reveal the exact details. I'm sorry."

The room spun around Jisung as he processed the information, his heart sinking deeper into despair. He couldn't comprehend how the one person he trusted above all else could leave him in such darkness.

A profound sense of loss washed over him, tears welling up in his eyes. He couldn't bear the thought of never seeing your smile again, never feeling the warmth of your presence by his side. The pain of your absence cut through him like a knife, leaving him vulnerable and raw.

As the weight of your absence settled upon him, Jisung made a solemn promise to himself. He would find you, no matter the cost. He needed answers, closure, and perhaps, a glimmer of hope that the bond you once shared could be salvaged.

With determination etched into his features, Jisung stood up, wiping away his tears. He would face you, demand a proper explanation, and let his heart guide him through the storm of emotions. The journey ahead was uncertain, but he knew one thing for certain—he couldn't let you slip away without a fight.

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Jisung stood outside your door, his heart heavy with a mix of hurt, anger, and confusion. His usual warm demeanor was replaced by a stern expression, his features hardened by the weight of his emotions. He couldn't fathom why you had left without a proper explanation, without a chance to understand the reasons behind your departure.

As he knocked on the door, his frustration simmered beneath the surface, threatening to spill over. When you opened the door, his gaze met yours, icy and distant. He stepped inside without a word, his body tense with the weight of unspoken questions.

You closed the door behind him, your heart pounding in your chest. The atmosphere in the room turned icy, the tension between you palpable. It was a stark contrast to the warm and comfortable space you once shared.

"Jisung," you began, your voice trembling, "I understand you're upset. But please, let me explain."

His eyes bore into yours, his voice laced with restrained anger. "Explain? Do you think an explanation can justify leaving without a word? Without giving me a chance to understand?"

Your breath hitched, the pain in his words piercing your heart. "Jisung, I… I thought it was the best decision for both of us. I couldn't bear the weight of my feelings for you while being so close."

He scoffed, a bitter edge to his voice. "Feelings? Is that what this is about? You think you can just walk away without telling me, without giving me a chance to figure out what I feel?"

Tears welled up in your eyes, your voice barely a whisper. "I didn't want to burden you with my feelings, Jisung. I thought it would be better for both of us."

His frustration melted into a mix of confusion and hurt, his voice softening slightly. "Noona, I thought we were in this together. I thought we could face anything, even if it meant risking our hearts. Why didn't you give me the choice?"

You took a step closer, reaching out to touch his arm, your voice filled with remorse. "Jisung, I never meant to hurt you. I believed I was doing what was best for both of us. I couldn't bear the thought of being so close to you and not being able to express my true feelings."

He pulled away, his gaze distant and pained. "So, what? You decided what was best for us without even giving me a chance to decide for myself? Without even discussing it with me?"

Your voice cracked, tears streaming down your face. "I didn't know how to tell you, Jisung. I was afraid of losing our friendship, of creating a rift between us. I didn't want to put you in an uncomfortable position."

His eyes softened with understanding, but the pain still lingered. "I understand your intentions, but it hurt to see you go without any explanation. I felt lost, confused, and frustrated. I thought I had done something wrong."

"I'm sorry Jisung", you whispered, your voice quivering.

A heavy silence hung in the air as the weight of the unspoken words settled between you. Jisung's anger softened, replaced by a mix of hurt and longing. He took a step closer, his voice filled with vulnerability. "Noona, I can't deny the pain your absence has caused me. But underneath it all, I still care about you deeply, I love you noona... "

You looked into his eyes, the pain mirrored in your own. "Jisung, I care about you too, more than words can express. But I thought it was better to leave and spare us both from the pain of unrequited love."

He sighed, his voice a mixture of sadness and determination. "Noona, I understand your fears, your reasons. But please, don't let this be the end for us. Let's find a way to navigate this together, to face the challenges that come our way."

Your heart ached, torn between the love you felt and the fear of what it might cost. You reached out, gently cupping his face, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Jisung, I don't want to lose you. I love you, but I'm afraid of the consequences."

He leaned into your touch, his voice filled with conviction. "Noona, love conquers all. We'll face the world together. I'm willing to fight for our love, no matter the obstacles. Let's not let fear hold us back."

You stared into his eyes, feeling the strength and sincerity in his words. In that moment, you realized that love was worth the risk, worth defying the norms and expectations. "Jisung, I love you more than words can express. I'm willing to take that leap of faith with you."

He smiled, a smile that reached his eyes, and pulled you into a passionate embrace. "Noona, you've made me the happiest man in the world. I promise to cherish and love you every single day."

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Jisung looked deeply into your eyes, his expression a mixture of longing and vulnerability. The air crackled with anticipation as a tender silence enveloped the room. Softly, he reached out to brush a stray tear from your cheek, his touch gentle and soothing.

With a small, understanding smile, he whispered, "Noona, you mean the world to me. May I…"

His voice trailed off, but the unspoken question hung in the air. You nodded, giving him permission to express the depth of his emotions. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as he closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a tender, soft kiss.

The kiss was not a grand gesture but a gentle exploration of each other's feelings. It was filled with the sweetness of two hearts intertwining, both of you savoring the intimacy of the moment. His lips were warm against yours, and the softness of the kiss ignited a warmth deep within your heart.

As the kiss deepened, the overwhelming surge of emotions welled up inside you. Tears of guilt mingled with tears of joy, as you realized that you couldn't deny the love you felt for him any longer. You clung to him, feeling a mixture of relief and sadness.

Breaking the kiss, you whispered with a quivering voice, "Jisung, I can't help but feel guilty for falling in love with you. I wasn't supposed to fall for you. I was your bodyguard, and I should have maintained my professionalism."

He gently wiped away your tears, his eyes filled with understanding. "Noona, there's no need to feel guilty. Love is unpredictable, and it knows no boundaries. It's okay to feel what we feel."

You looked into his eyes, searching for any signs of regret, but all you found was love and sincerity. "Jisung, I miss you terribly when we're apart. But I'm also afraid of the challenges our love might bring."

He cupped your face in his hands, his touch grounding you. "Noona, I miss you too, every second that we're apart. But I believe in us, in the strength of our love to overcome anything that comes our way. Let's face those challenges together."

His words touched your heart, and you felt a glimmer of hope. In that moment, you realized that love was worth taking risks for, worth the vulnerability and the uncertainty. You leaned in, kissing him again, pouring all your emotions into that kiss.

As your lips lingered against his, you knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together, where both the tears and the laughter would be shared. Embracing love meant embracing all the emotions that came with it, and you were ready to face it all with Jisung by your side.

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