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mangozcat · 2 years

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. park jisung x fem!reader 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. fluff, heavy angst 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. in which the boy you’ve fallen head over heels for, goes tragically missing for two years without an ounce of contact. 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. this is probably my favorite fic ever. it hits closer to home than any of my other fics ever will. honestly, since the idea came to me, I’ve been determined to perfect it as much as I can. I wanted to take my time and make sure it was written just how I imagined it to be. i hope you enjoy this piece!

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. 10,605

— arcade by duncan laurence now playing — photograph by ed sheeran now playing

when park jisung disappeared, you were heartbroken.

you could almost- no, not almost, you definitely could remember every detail of that day. it was raining, a somewhat solemn day out. the sun was gone behind the clouds, hidden by a pitch black curtain of dark sky.

you had made coffee four different times that day, finding it hard to stay awake with the raging thunder and the occasional sudden, shocking burst of electricity through the sky. you were dressed in a big sweater- one that belonged to the boy with gleaming blonde hair- and a pair of loose sweatpants.

your apartment was dark that day. the power was consistently flickering on and off, forcing you to inevitably just resort to keeping every light in the house off. you had a single, cherry scented candle lit brightly, set atop your kitchen counter and dimly lighting the room.

you were comfortable here, this was your home, but something felt strange about the newfound aching sense of loneliness that came with having an empty- and sickeningly dark- apartment. in fact, your anxiety had grown terribly at the feeling, almost making you jump out of your skin at each bellowing clap of thunder outside.

if you were to ever glance outside your window- which you did once and regretted it, feeling your stomach immediately drop- you’d be a firsthand witness to how empty your city felt. almost every light in town was out due to the storm and all you could see was a dim, already dying light close to the horizon. it was alive all of five minutes before it, too, shut off. it was far out and honestly, you didn’t expect it to hit you as hard as it did.

the way you almost caved in on yourself instantly, seeing the world outside your window seem to shut off as if it was living via an on and off switch, you felt somewhat pathetic.

typically, you loved storms. storms felt like home to you. they brought chaos during their massacre and peace in their wake. it felt oddly similar to a person, almost. storms were bittersweet for you. you were almost always forced to be on edge when you heard they were approaching, and the weather forecast always had you somewhat fearful.

yet, you found it easiest to sleep during a storm. you could curl up on the couch and listen to the dull tap of rain on your windows, hearing the sound of thunder fade out of your ears, before you were long asleep.

but, at the same time, you always had him to ride out the storm with you. it was like jisung had a radar built into the back of his mind for storms. every time one was approaching- whether it be predicted on the news or a totally unexpected and sudden storm- he always appeared at your apartment.

sometimes his hair would be damp and his clothes slightly wet because he realized it late and had to hurry his way over. other times, he’d tell you to meet him at a cozy little coffee shop that smelled of pumpkin and biscuits. then, whenever he figured the two of you would make it back in time, he’d hurry you out of the cafe at the perfect time, managing to make it back to your room just as the first drop of water hit the grass.

you weren’t even sure why he did it. storms never bothered you and you never told him they did; so why did he appear every time? it wasn’t like you didn’t appreciate his efforts. you found him cute and it was incredibly sweet how he never missed a single day where he wasn’t bundled up under the covers of your bed, cuddling you while humming a sweet tune under his breath.

you just found it odd. it seemed to be instinctive to him, to never leave you alone when a sort of crisis was going on in the world. was this storm a crisis? no, not exactly. but yet, it still felt terribly frightening.

and you weren’t at all surprised when the boy appeared at your front door. he was soaked head to toe from the drenching rain outside, the small umbrella in his hands having done little to protect him. he had a bag of clothes in his hands- probably having known he’d more than likely have to stay over with the severity of this storm- and when you saw his face; god, his beautiful, pretty face.

his hair was stuck to his forehead, some small little tendrils dripping a few crystal clear tears of water that slid down his face. his eyes were squinted due to the rain, but they still held that sweet, gentle gleam within them. his lips were plump and they seemed to be red from his biting and tugging at them. his nose was red at the tip and you assumed it was because of the cold, just as his cheeks were rosy.

that day, he had pushed right past you after sending you a dazzling grin. heading straight for your bedroom, he quickly shed himself of his wet clothes, tossing his shirt onto your sofa, before coming back out a few minutes later. dressed in completely dry clothes, he came to rest by your candle with a blanket resting over his shoulders.

you were nowhere to be seen, having taken his shirt to your laundry room so you could hang it up so it could potentially have the slim chance of getting dry. when you returned, jisung was raiding your fridge, his hands quickly grabbing an array of items before placing them on the counter and starting to prepare something to eat. he had two earbuds tucked into his ears, humming along to the tune as he slid across your somewhat illuminated kitchen.

truth be told, when the storm rolled over the city, jisung knew he needed to be with you. ever since he met you, he had this want- no, a need, to protect you. considering how stormy your area often was, added onto the fact that he lived a mere 10 minutes away, only helped to fulfill his fantasy of being your knight in shining armor.-

as soon as the rain hit his window, he was gathering his things and rushing out the door. he forgot his keys the first time in his rush, having to come back into his apartment to grab them before heading off towards yours. this was your ritual and it had been since the two of you met: go to school, hang out, hang out some more, and for jisung to magically appear at your aid the second something went down.

“are you a mind reader?” you had asked him once. considering how many events he’d shown up to now (one being a false alarm but you were still surprised at how he was there regardless), you were beginning to get curious of the blonde-haired pretty boy. jisung had only laughed at your question, shaking his head. he blamed it all on coincidence, but honestly, that one part of your brain that chose to not believe him left you wondering about him all month long.

“I don’t like how it looks,” you murmured.

staring out at the landscape beyond the glass, you wondered how long this would last. the darkness was killing you, but having jisung here with you provided some comfort that calmed you rapid heart. while the darkness made you feel alone and at risk, the feel of his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you back into him reminded you; you were far from alone and you were perfectly safe in his arms. jisung’s finger reached to trace a shape on the window, and you could see the faint outline of a big, lopsided heart resting atop the glass.

this was his way of reassuring you. jisung was never one for many words. if anything, he was more the type to softly hum and just nod and smile. he rarely spoke much, even to you. he was always there, a comforting, silent presence, but a silent one all the same.

he showed his concern subtly.

his emotions were more expressed through actions than through speeches and confessions. you knew him well enough to understand that when he wrapped his arms around your waist, just as he was doing now, that he was silently telling you that everything would be alright- and if it wasn’t, the two of you would fight it together.

you had managed to tear your gaze away from the window, turning in his arms. wrapping your arms around his torso, you stared up into his eyes. jisung rubbed comforting circles into your back, sending you a small smile before his face fell back into his typical resting look.

he always looked relaxed. you loved when jisung smiled at you, but you found this look to suit him more. just relaxed and carefree, his lips loose, neither smiling nor frowning. and this way, with his face constantly seeming to be stuck in the in-between, it made the smiles you did receive so much sweeter.

“thank you, ji.” burying your face into his chest, you inhaled his scent. somehow, jisung always managed to smell like pine. it wasn’t strong, merely a subtle aroma in the air, but you knew it was him. it was relaxing to breathe him in, and you found it easy to fall into a gentle rhythm of breathing when with him: inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.

jisung sent you a dazzling smile, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. mumbling about how you were going to start a fire, he pulled away from your embrace- to which you almost whined at the loss of his warmth- to shuffle towards the candle. extinguishing the harsh flame, he came back over towards you. the thunder was dulled out now that he was here, grabbing for your hand and tugging you towards your bedroom for sleep.

if anyone were to ever see the two of you, they’d suspect he was your boyfriend. your neighbors had mentioned before about how they found it cute that he’d sneak to your apartment at night. on several occasions did jisung overhear them when you stepped outside and onto the overlooking balcony, only sending them a curt smile and wrapping his arms around your waist to tug you away.

little did they know he had an entire drawer of your dresser dedicated to him. his clothes, his body spray, some of his shoes. anything he had brought over for a sleepover was in that drawer. at first, you had put everything in his car for him to take home. then, as your friendship progressed, you started leaving the stuff scattered around your room. then, inevitably, you began washing his clothes and folding them up neatly. even now, his shoes shared a spot beside yours near your front door.

it was as if jisung lived with you, and in a sense, he did. your home was just as much his as it was yours, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

when he sat on the bed, tugging you down and prompting you to fall into his embrace, you had never felt so comforted before. nothing about the day seemed off. not with jisung’s warm breath fanning your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around your stomach, one of his legs forced between yours as your limbs tangled together messily. you always chose to lay facing him. he was so pretty when he was drifting off to sleep, his hair falling in his eyes and his breathing eventually becoming even and gentle. you loved to stare at him when he was sleeping, and the image of his face always lured you into a sweet slumber.

though, it was his voice that put you to sleep. soft yet deep, somewhat husky as he felt drowsiness wash over him, he managed to murmur, “good night, angel.” the nickname always made you smile, even sleepily, as you gently tugged on his shirt, pulling yourself as near to him as you could. resting his chin atop your head, you buried your face in his chest, your hair splaying out on the pillow beneath you. soon, soft snores filled the room both of you.

it was around 9 when you woke up, struggling to force yourself out of jisung’s embrace. he almost made you want to go back to sleep, but with the storm having rolled over, you figured it was time to take advantage of having your power back. however, jisung was bigger than you in every way possible and with his hands on your hips, locked into place, you were struggling to move. all you could do was breathe in his scent, gently inhaling the cologne that stuck to his clothes and was slowly drifting away by now.

“stay a ‘lil bit longer,” jisung mumbled into your hair. you glanced up, finding his eyes still closed. his hair was randomly sticking up in different spots, causing you to lift one of your hands from under his arms- to which he lifted them sleepily for you- and bury them into his hair. massaging your fingers against the skin and soft locks that was there, you smiled when he hummed gently at the sensation.

“I will,” you replied to him.

he forced an eye open, looking you with a sweet, although sleepy, gaze. putting his lips to your forehead, he pressed a soft, barely even felt, kiss to your temple. from there, his lips danced down the side of your face, coming to a halt once he kissed your cheek.

for a good last measure, he kissed the tip of your nose, making you smile and pull him closer. tucking your head into the crook of his neck, you returned his efforts with a single kiss to the skin. he chuckled at that, and you could feel the vibrations against you from the distance- lackthereof- between the two of you.

“go back to sleep,” jisung said, looking like he was ready to pass out himself. you hummed, wrapping your hand around his bicep and resting your arm atop his. nodding to yourself, you figured five more minutes couldn’t hurt.

being an early bird, you found it easy to wake up every morning. once you were awake, you were awake. going back to sleep was a habit you broke when you were a child. you loved being able to take a shower early in the morning and have time to get ready for school.

but then you also enjoyed being able to make breakfast every morning, and sometimes venture outside to witness the blossoming sunset breaking through the horizon. your mother always taught you that it was important to value every single day you were on this earth.

when you were younger, she made sure that you did just that: letting you go out to parties, spend the weekend with friends, go out and sight see. your mother was the best person you knew, and you appreciated everything she did for you- everything she taught you.

however, minutes soon turned to hours, and hours became hibernation. the figure you were holding onto merely pressed a kiss to your hair before his warmth was gone from beside you. with a pillow stuffed between your arms to make up for the lack of his presence, you had only shifted a little bit, whining before falling back into your slumber.

jisung thought that was cute at the time. reaching over to grab his car keys from your bedstand, he slid his shoes on before leaving the apartment. really, this was just morning ritual for you. so why was today any different?

when you woke for the final time that morning, you weren’t at all surprised to find him gone. he was never here when you woke up. on those rare days when he had nothing to do (which wasn’t often considering he was a college student that worked a job and volunteered for different causes all over town), you’d find yourself tucked under his arm as the two of you watched a movie together; cuddled as close as possible, the blanket wrapped around the both of you, limbs intertwined.

but, you were never phased by his disappearance. you knew he’d be back later that same day. it was as if the two of you were roommates. he’d spend every morning at school and part of the afternoon at work, then he’d pick up food for you as he headed to your apartment, which is where he’d spend the night. it was an unspoken ritual between you.

walking lazily into the kitchen, a soft smile graced your face once you saw a sticky note stuck to your typically clean counter. a single earbud lay atop it, one of the ones he had been listening to music in while making food the previous day. still dressed in his hoodie, you tucked your hands into the pockets before wandering over, looking down to read the sticky note before a grin took over your features.

“just a reason to come back, angel.”

signed with a pretty little heart and his beautiful, neat handwriting, you felt yet another hint of promise behind his words. you were excited, looking forward to the next day- or maybe even a few hours later, when he was sure to return to your arms.

but he didn’t.

park jisung never returned the next day, or the day after that, or any of the following days. his work called you after several unsuccessful tries of calling him, unhappy to hear that you knew just as much as them. the school was beginning to get concerned about him, choosing to bring his parents into the situation.

the adoption center for disabled kids- the place jisung volunteered- was terribly sad to hear that one of their favorite people had disappeared. but none of them could compare to your pain. your best friend, the one you were constantly reminded of every time you looked around your home, was gone. and the worst part was, he never mentioned a single word to anyone before he up and left.

you called the police after the first following storm hit. jisung wasn’t there to comfort you or wordlessly join you in bed. he wasn’t there to kiss your face ever so softly. he wasn’t there to cuddle you anymore. you knew something had to be wrong.

jisung never missed a storm, paired on top of being MIA for several weeks now. the police did instill a search party and speak to each of his well-known friends, including you. but in all honesty, you were breaking. it was hard to talk through the tears, or do anything other than stare blankly at a wall, hoping to drown out the feelings.

but it had been two years. park jisung was, by this point, assumed dead. and there was nothing you could do about it other than hold onto his single earbud and stare out the window of your apartment- just painfully awaiting another storm.

“what should we watch?” renjun murmured tiredly, running his fingers through your hair. both of you were resting on your couch in your apartment, eyes up on the tv screen as you searched for a distraction.

two years wasn’t enough for you, not with every little piece of him still scattered within your home. it was hard to move on, hard to forget him. jisung had such an impact on your life and it was hard- on the verge of impossible- to make it through every day after his disappearance.

while you desperately wished for life to stop in order to accommodate you, it never did. strangers still walked the streets, eyes glued to their phone. stores never shut down- in fact, they were booming with business. you still had to go to school and the days passed as slow as ever. yet, when you looked back, you realized they passed by quickly.

“I don’t know,” you murmured, resting your head on your brother’s chest.

renjun had felt terrible for you when he heard the news. he’d only met the boy once, but he could see the sparkle in your eye when you were with him. he ended up becoming concerned for your well being when he saw you the first time after jisung’s departure. sickeningly pale with bags under your eyes, a bit skinnier than you were before; renjun knew you needed him.

one day, he just showed up to your apartment with a suitcase, telling you that he was now your roommate. you didn’t fight with him, seeing as you had little energy. renjun made sure you took care of yourself when he was there, and he was also your brother, and you were grateful to have him with you when you needed him most.

renjun sighed, tugging you closer to hug you gently. you were a shell of who you once were and both of you knew it. he sent you a cozy little smile that warmed your heart slightly. pulling away from your brother, you glanced over at the tv and grabbed the remote from him. putting on a show you watched a child- one that brought you an odd sense of short-lived comfort- a gentle smile tugged at the edges of your lips. safe in your brother’s arms, you slowly let yourself drift into a content state you weren’t used to being in.

ever since jisung disappeared, you were constantly on edge. every little sound made you jump. you eagerly hoped, somewhere in the back of your mind, that it would be him causing the sound. while you used to enjoy storms, you now always struggled to stay sane when they hit.

it was as if anxiety struck you like harsh lightning, and every breath was harder and harder to inhale. they no longer brought you comfort. they brought the aroma of coffee and cookies from your favorite cafe, and they brought memories of a boy to never be forgotten. instead of falling asleep during the storms, you could hardly rest. your brother had began worrying about you, questioning if you needed to see a therapist, when he saw the bags under your eyes.

not a day went by where you didn’t think of him. you imagined him coming up behind you, whispering into your ear about how he had a great adventure, and was happy to be home. some days you’d even picture him walking through the door, acting as if never ever happened and your lives could just continue as they were. none of those fantasies ever became real, of course, but they gave you some hope for the future. memories of jisung swarmed your head, and it was hard to focus with how everything reminded you of him.

“shhh,” jisung hissed quietly, a finger coming to rest over his lips. with your hands together, he tugged you, running through the field until you came to a flowering meadow. “c’mon, we can sit here.”

jisung sent you a dashing smile, one so pretty it took the breath out of you. he was so enchanting, and you were so far under his spell it’d be impossible to free yourself. nodding slightly, you took a seat, leaning your head back against the grass.

staring up at the sky, you couldn’t help but smile.

jisung was mindlessly murmuring on and on about about each star, pointing his fingers up at the sky. however, the sound of his voice was drowned out against the peace, and the way you were so incredibly focused on the warmth of his hand.

he was still holding your hand, despite being so distracted by the sky. the darkness surrounded the both of you, only getting a flitter of light from the stars and a distant streetlight.

this wasn’t your property, and you were more than sure you were trespassing. typical you would be scared. typical you would be disgusted and frightened at the idea of trespassing. typical you would be running for the hills right now, scared of being caught.

but when you were with jisung, you weren’t the typical you. jisung brought out the life in you. he gave you confidence, excited you, and made you feel nothing short of alive.

“what are you thinking of?” jisung murmured. he flipped himself over, coming to hover above you, using his elbows to hold his weight. you felt caged under him, but it was a good kind of caged- one that had you tugging him closer to you.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, staring at his face. “this place is just really pretty,” you said, sending him a beaming smile.

jisung nodded, “yeah, it’s really special, huh?” he glanced up at the sky, before quickly returning his gaze to you. he swept down and pressed a hurried kiss to your cheek, murmuring, “but still not as pretty as you, angel.”

you tugged him closer, hugging him close. you’d have to leave soon to avoid getting caught by the property owners. yet, you still remained in his arms, content.

jisung buried his head in your neck, and the two of you were left basking in each other.

it was the little things that haunted you. the cologne bottle laying on your dresser, his favorite hoodie, that was hung up in your closet. a pair of his shoes still sat by your door, waiting for their owner to return and wear them again. the cherry candle was still on your kitchen counter, untouched from when he put it out on the night of the storm. he still had a show on your netflix, the “continue watching” button ringing in your mind.

you didn’t know if he’d ever return. no one believed he would, and a funeral had already been hosted for the boy. you didn’t attend, too heartbroken- but also determined to believe that he wasn’t gone. your resolve was strong, and at first, you truthfully believed he was still alive.

every day, you’d make two cups of coffee. one would sit on your counter, not a single sip taken. you had it sitting there, waiting for jisung to return. he’d be thirsty and tired when he got home, so the coffee would be perfect for him. the two of you could chat while he drank it, catching up and returning to your previous relationship.

then, over time, the amount of coffee in the cup got lower and lower. you only made enough for yourself, and the cup remained in your kitchen cabinet. you were losing hope, and everything that reminded you of him, merely brought back the pain of realization. your jisung was gone, disappeared without a trace. he reminded you of the cold chill of wind- both sweet and sour, and you miss it when the day turns hot.

“what do you want to eat?” renjun asked suddenly. you glanced over at your brother, observing him quietly. he looks utterly exhausted, drifting slowly into sleep as the tv dulled in the background. “I can go and get something.” you felt bad. after all, he spent countless nights waking up to you crying after a nightmare, and he had taken over the role of caretaker in your life. it meant a lot to you, and you knew it wasn’t an easy feat.

you were nothing if not a needy mess. ever since jisung’s disappearance, you stopped caring for yourself, too caught up in the pain. two years may be a long time, but the suffering never ended, and the wick’s flame was never reignited. you tried to get back into your usual activities: volunteering, schoolwork, you even tried to get a real job. after awhile, it became too difficult, and you dropped out of school and quit your job.

“you should rest,” you said quietly. releasing yourself from his grasp, you patted down your clothes and yawned. running a finger through your hair, you wandered towards the kitchen, aware of the eyes following you. “I’ll make us something.”

renjun was too tired to argue, and he found himself snoring moments later. it was raining outside, a sweet lull filling the room, caused by the tapping of water on glass. as you grabbed food out of the fridge, an image of jisung popped into your head.

he always did the cooking.

you did laundry and you cleaned, but he was particularly good at making the food. it was like your unspoken roles. he’d head over to your house after school, toss his jacket on the sofa, give you a hug, and then he’d wander into the kitchen. he always made the best food, and you remember how his cheeks went rosy every time you complimented his skills.

renjun reminded you of jisung.

you smiled, a glossy fog coming over your eyes at the memory. you sniffed quietly, wiping at your eyes. you missed him. but he would want you to be strong right now. “be strong for me,” you could almost hear him whisper comfortingly. the thought soothed you, and you made your food silently, leaving some on the table for renjun to eat when he woke up.

heading towards your room, you buried yourself in the covers, restlessly tossing and turning. ever since jisung left, sleeping had become a burden to you. you knew you needed sleep, but you feared it. once you closed your eyes, you were allowing yourself to think of all the things you regretted in the past, every mistake you ever made, and to reminisce. every time you slept, you dreamed. but they weren’t dreams, they were nightmares.

each one ended the same; jisung lying beside you, his touch slowly fading as he drifted away. he’d always just smile, a smile that you loved- adored- and brought nothing but warmth. now, all it brought was pain and the empty reminder that he wasn’t with you anymore.

waking from a sweet slumber, a mid-day nap, you felt as refreshed as you could. your body ached, you felt drowsy- the type of drowsy someone feels after getting too much sleep. your mind was a racing rollercoaster on the verge of running right off the tracks.

you found yourself in the same routine everyday; wake up, lay in bed and stare at the ceiling until you finally got uncomfortable under the covers, sit up an hour later, and then cry to yourself in the bathroom. the crying often made you tired enough to sleep again, but you finally felt like your tears had run dry.

lifting your hair into a small clip, you held it up long enough to keep it out of your face and wander over to your door. “jun,” you called out, walking into the living room. “are you here?”

glancing around, you peeked into the guest bedroom- the one that had been renjun’s room-

you were regretful, to say the least.

standing in the grocery store, you stared blankly at the aisles. you didn’t handle social interaction very well. when jisung was with you, he never allowed you the time to think of the other busy bodies around you. he made every moment as if it was just the two of you. that was what you needed- desperately needed right now.

maybe you weren’t ready for this step yet.

it was always a big deal, acceptance. grieving was the easy part. coming to terms with the fact that someone you cared for was suddenly gone, was the hardest step of them all. you had to learn how to live life without them. if they were the one that inspired you to do better, would you continue to be that better version of yourself, even though they were gone? if they helped to make you strong, would you still remain strong without them? jisung brought out the life in you, he showed the world a side of you that you didn’t even know you had. what happens to that side of you now that he’s gone?

it’s these questions that makes someone wonder. genuinely wonder. they realize how drastic their situation is, and they begin to panic. they feel the walls collapsing, pushing in on them. boxed in, almost as if they’ve been put into a cage.

you’d felt this way since the day he left; like a bird, its wings cut off, and trapped in a metal box. the box was continuously getting smaller and one day, you were going to suffocate, confined by chains.

“you can do this,” renjun murmured quietly. renjun wasn’t sure if you could, but he wanted to remain hopeful. staring at your features, he noted the ways your eyes held such heartache, clouding your crystal-clear irises. you had bags underneath your eyes, dark spots swallowing the life that remained within you. your skin was paler than he remembered, and you reminded him of a stick figure, a skinny collection of mass and bones.

“I don’t think I can, jun.” you said.

the back of your throat was burning. swallowing was getting gradually more and more difficult. a thick lump formed in the back of your throat. that caged feeling was returning. even though you were in probably the biggest area you’d been in for months, you felt more trapped than you ever would’ve if you were in your own apartment.

“hey,” renjun said, forcing you to meet his gaze. he pulled you into a gentle hug. hiding your face in his chest, you breathed in the soft aroma he carried with him; mint and chocolate. it was strange, considering renjun never ate chocolate and you rarely ever seen him show interest in anything mint related. but it was him- the sweet, comforting scent of your brother. “you’re gonna be okay. I’m here.”

he didn’t say much, only rocking you back and forth in his arms.

you were sure it looked strange to others in the store. for two siblings to be hugging, shielding the other from the prying eyes of the world. you couldn’t see them, though, and you couldn’t feel their eyes burning holes into the back of her neck. instead, all you could feel was the warmth of your brother- your sweet, sweet brother.

and then it all hit you, tears flooding your eyes. renjun only tightened his grip on you, resting his chin on the top of your head. “I can’t do this,” you cried quietly. sobs left your lips and your body shook, your knees weakening. “please don’t make me do this...”

renjun hushed you, “I won’t.”

he didn’t know what to do.

you were emotionally unstable; a chaotic beauty. renjun saw you as fragile, something that could be easily broken if one thing went wrong. as of now, he could see the faint tears and cracks, starting to ripple through your hard and delicate surface.

that night, you ended up waiting in the car as renjun shopped for groceries.

it was strangely foreign. leaving your apartment was rare. you tried your best to stay indoors, afraid of the world. if it had stolen jisung away from you, what would it do to you? he was the bravest, strongest, sweetest boy you’d ever met. you weren’t anywhere near his perfection, and the world would surely ravage you.

watching the flickering lights, some reflecting off the glass, you could see a faint reflection of yourself. you looked sickly, like a completely different person. the person staring back at you wasn’t you, she wasn’t the girl you’d grown up to become. instead, she was a girl caught up in the past, lost in distant memories.

averting your eyes from the window, you curled up on yourself, resting your chin on your knees.

“tell me a secret,” jisung murmured into your ear.

the two of you were slightly drunk, a sweet buzz in your head. you giggled mindlessly, showing him a toothy grin, hugging him closer to your side. with his arm thrown over your shoulder, there was little space left between you.

“well,” you said, staring up at the sky. you both decided on walking home, neither trusting in their abilities to drive while drunk. “when I was little...” you suddenly stopped, turning and standing on tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “I stole my moms’ money from her purse.”

jisung clicked his tongue, obviously disappointed, “wow, a true baddie.”

you chuckled, sending him a sideways smile.

“okay, I have a real one,” you said, putting a finger in front of your lips, “but I’ll only tell you if you tell me one of yours.”

jisung grinned, “of course.”

he had a beaming smile, one that lit up your entire galaxy. he was every single star and more, so much more than you ever expected. he was like a dream, someone you imagined out of thin air.

it was contagious, somewhat forcing you to smile too.

“promise?” you said, dropping your tone to a whisper. you showed him your pinkie finger, extending it to him. he gave you a cocky smirk, and in that moment, he looked like one of those boys from the movies. the one with the special smile, the one that had stars sparkling on his teeth.

he took your finger, shaking it slowly.

“I promise.”

you couldn’t remember what you told him that day. all you know is that it made him beam for the rest of the night, a certain subtle happiness showing in every action he performed.

you were grateful to past you for being so brave that night.

even with your heart racing out of your chest, and an intense feeling of hesitance creeping up on you. that’s what you needed right now; bravery. you needed to be brave, to be confident- you needed to be the person he became friends with. you needed to be the person he brought out in you.

however, your resolve was quick to come crashing down because you realized something else.

you need jisung.

it was as if a switch had been lifted in your brain. you were becoming irritable, constantly mad. every night you’d wake up from a nightmare, tears streaming down your cheeks. they’d make you mad, make you feel useless- like you were nothing without him.

renjun would always wake up from his slumber to comfort you, sometimes losing hours of valuable sleep at a time.

you wished it wasn’t true, but you were becoming a burden. of course, being a burden was only more fuel to the flames.

one day, you lashed out. you could see the effect of your own unhappiness reflected on your brother’s face; the way he was a lot more heartbroken, the way he had bags under his pretty eyes, the way he’d sometimes curl up under his covers, trying to hide from his new responsibilities.

“it’s okay,” renjun said, running his fingers through your hair soothingly.

“it’s not fine!” you suddenly yelled out. tears threatened to escape your eyes. everything was beginning to overwhelm you- though it had been for months- and it was finally having a serious, detrimental effect on your mental health. “I’m not fine...”

as you collapsed into your brothers’ arms, you wept sadly. you felt the quickening pace of his heart against your ear and you cried. you cried for so long that it was beginning to hurt. you choked on sobs, your stomach was tightening in certain spots, and it felt as if you’d just done an hour long ab workout.

on top of the physical pain, you were a mess emotionally. your mind was running rampant with unsaid thoughts, distant memories, and dreams of a hopeful future. then, suddenly, those dreams would become nightmares and you’d realize: jisung had inadvertently ruined you.

he ruined you with his level of perfection. the boy was far too amazing and you were far too blessed to be his friend. the way he was always beautiful, whether he just woke up or was all dressed up for a party. the way he was always kind and patient, even if you pressed too far and became a subtle annoyance. the way he never pressured you into doing anything. the way he was always there for you like no one else was.

jisung was just the embodiment of perfection- yet, he clearly wasn’t, because someone so perfect wouldn’t up and leave. they wouldn’t abandon the one person that cares about them most, and they wouldn’t lead someone astray the way he did.

“It hurts so much, jun,” you cried quietly, your words on the verge of a whisper. he strained to hear you, a frown settling over his lips once he caught onto your words.

he nodded, squeezing your hand in the most reassuring way he possibly could, “it gets better.”

“when?” you murmur, “when I’m dead? when I fall asleep? I know that one isn’t true because I dream of him, jun. I see his face in my nightmares and I see him in my dreams. both of them... they cause so much pain.”

renjun sighed heavily. he’d never experienced such heartache, and this was clearly out of his field of expertise. he wanted to comfort you but he wasn’t quite sure what to do or say. all he could manage was a few words of what he’d heard in his life before: pain goes away in time, suffering comes to an end, things get better.

yet, he wasn’t quite sure who he was trying to convince more, you or him?

“I hate this,” you say quitely, “I hate him for what he caused and I hate him for leaving me. I hate him for breaking my heart, jun.”

you look over at renjun, leaning your head up and away from his chest.

“I hate him.”

you tried to convince yourself that you hated jisung.

you tried desperately to blame everything on him. all the pain, the suffering, the grief, the pure devastation. you wanted someone to blame that wasn’t yourself and you found the perfect opportunity: the boy that you would probably never see again.

where was the harm in painting a negative image of someone that was absent? if they could never return to prove you wrong, then you would technically be right. it’s almost like someone who lost a parent at a young age through a divorce or a bad breakup, or just never had them in the first place. automatically, you dislike them. you hate the father or mother that was never there to see your first steps, to hear your first word, or to teach you how to grow. they never influenced your childhood in a positive aspect, so how could you imagine them any other way than evil?

but, at the same time, you knew jisung. jisung had single handedly been the light in your life for years now. he was your best friend, practically your roommate, and he knew you better than anyone else. you could never truly hate him because in the end, you knew he didn’t do anything wrong.

he’d never been anything shy of perfect; he was sweet, understanding, loving, smart, humble, kind, forgiving, accepting- anything, you name it. he was the ideal presence in your life and you knew, you knew that you didn’t hate him.

in reality, you loved him.

you stared up at the sky, eyes filled with anger, sadness, grievance, and confusion. what did you do to lose him? what did he do that warranted his disappearance? why did the world so cruelly steal this perfect boy from you?

you can remember every memory like it was yesterday, mind filling with vivid images of his beautiful face.

“sung, I don’t know about this,” you murmur quietly, eyes darting around the empty parking lot. you noticed the lack of street lights, leaving the area to drown in darkness. it was ominous and intimidating, making you clutch at your jacket. you pulled it tighter to your skin, trying to put up a barrier between you and the rest of the world.

jisung shook his head, a dazzling, yet mischievous grin taking form on his lips. he chuckles into the air, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and tugging you into his side. he gestures into the air, saying, “it’s not so bad, angel. everything is just a rumor, I promise.”

you huff, looking up at the boy with crazed eyes. he doesn’t meet your gaze, instead staring over at the abandoned walmart building with a devilish glint in his eyes.

“so that means we have to check it out?” you question, shoving at his chest. it’s weak, not even getting a reaction from him, and he just grabs your wrists and stares down at you with a small smile. “you’re such a knucklehead! what if we die, jisung?”

“then you can say you told me so,” jisung shrugs, chuckling at your bewildered expression. you look personally offended by his comment, but before you can protest, he’s dragging you through the parking lot and over to the entrance. “you won’t get hurt, I promise.”

then, he sent you the sweetest of smiles that had your heart racing erratically in your chest- and, at that moment, you were incredibly lucky to be scared out of your wits right now.

call it denial, but that meant you had something to blame it on other than the possibility that you might be falling for your best friend.

after a moment of hesitation, you sigh. pushing him towards the entrance, you make sure your hand remains firmly gripped around his wrist. he doesn’t leave your side as he leads the way into the abandoned building, sliding the previously automatic doors open with ease.

you feel a shiver creep down your spine as darkness hits you, a very blinding kind of darkness that has you seeing splotches of colors in the strangest array possible. you sway momentarily as your eyes adjust and you inhale a shaky breath, hand tightening around his arm.

then, as the door closes behind you, you’re acutely aware of the way you’re suddenly embraced by darkness. eyes widening, you feel yourself begin to panic. you’d never been afraid of the dark, but it was mostly the place you were in that gave you the creeps.

the walmart had been rumored to shut down due to a busted pipe that flooded the building, but most of everything was just that: rumors. the real reason behind it shutting down had never been revealed, and, of course, that made it a typical teenager hangout.

jisung suddenly grunts from beside you and his arm is ripped from your hold, making a surprised cry escape your lips. you feel around in the darkness, trying to find him, but you can’t see anything- and what you can see is heavily distorted and fuzzy, making you squint your eyes.

“sung?” you call out, frowning. you spin around in endless circles, heart beginning to feel heavy with panic. “this isn’t funny, sung! come out, right now!”

then, as you go to cry out again, the lights flicker on and jisung is stranding right in front of you. the handle of a bouquet of flowers is between his mouth as he grips a present and a beautifully decorated envelope between his fingers with a shy smile.

“happy birthday,” he murmurs, the plastic slurring this words slightly, but you can make them out nonetheless.

you glance around, looking at your surroundings. there’s a small blanket set out across a patch of tile, a hefty picnic basket resting on top of the liliac-colored fluff. you breathe in a surprised gasp, at a loss for words, and glance up at your best friend.

“I...” you trail off. to be fair, you were still reeling from the scare he gave you, but now that you understood his elaborate plan, you felt much better. “I thought you forgot.”

jisung frowns, scratching at the back of his head after he hands you the flowers, “I’m sorry. this was supposed to happen a lot earlier today but I got caught up in something. haechan is down the street watching out for any cops, just in case.”

you smile at his care, biting into your bottom lip shyly, holding back a laugh. jisung’s eyes soften and he looks at your eyes, his own flickering with love, “besides, how could I forget my favorite girls birthday?”

instead of replying, you just pulled him into a soft hug.

“thank you, ji.”

he ran his fingers through your hair, murmuring softly, “anytime, angel.”

you sigh. he’d been nothing but amazing to you throughout your entire friendship, but that memory in specific had been the thing that brought you to the overwhelming realization: you were head over heels for your best friend.

your eyes are emotionless, telling nothing of the stories playing behind your lids.

the therapist stares wordlessly, as if she’s trying to see the pictures that you see. but she can’t- and she never will. the memories you see are unlike anything else, resurfacing feelings of pain and loss and love. everything hits you so strongly and you have to look away.

you blink, eyes feeling dry from remaining open for so long. but how could you not keep them open? every time your eyes closed, you saw jisung’s lifeless face staring at you, and you got the sinking feeling that he was dead. nothing had been proven- but nothing had been disproven, either.

it could, in truth, be a plausible reality. you don’t want it to be but at this point you feel like there’s no other choice.

“how do you feel?” the woman asks, holding a notebook in hand. she clutches a small pen in the other, ready to write down your response. yet, you refuse to give her the satisfaction, keeping your replies to yourself.

in truth, you weren’t sure what kind of response she even expected from you.

did she want you to lie and pretend like everything was just fine?

I’m peachy. just lost my best friend and the guy I’m desperately in love with. he was my other half and now he’s gone. life couldn’t be better, really.

did she want you to cry and pour your heart out to her?

the love of my life is gone and I feel like I’m breaking. I haven’t eaten properly since he left and my brother thinks I’m a shell of who I am. not to mention, I’m ruining my brother’s life with my own misery.

both options sounded absolutely terrible and you sighed to yourself. glancing down at your nails, you took note of the overgrown cuticles and the rough edges of the nails from excessive biting. it was a habit jisung always managed to stop, whether it be by pulling your finger out of your mouth and holding your hand so you couldn’t do it, or even just flat out telling you to stop- something about his voice just had you desperate to listen and obey.

jisung.

there he is again.

you hadn’t even realized your mind had gone back to him until it was too late, and your heart begins to ache. refusing to look over at the therapist, you heaved in a deep breath and avoided her gaze. tucking your legs in underneath you on the small chair, you chose to stare at the floor- something that couldn’t spark any memories of the absent boy.

“I can see it on your face,” she says, but her words sound like static. you aren’t listening and you haven’t been listening ever since renjun signed you up for therapy- something you didn’t agree to, yet here you are. “you’re hurting.”

“of course I’m hurting,” you snap, eyes shooting over to the woman. you frown instantly, realizing that’s the exact response she wanted, and try to sink into your chair to no success.

“tell me about him,” she murmurs softly, and something about the sentence has you halting. you look down at your hands again, sighing as tears sting your eyes.

then, you make an executive decision and glance up at her.

“jisung was...”

your eyes flutter open, drowsiness leaving the lids heavy. your face feels like it burns red and you lift your hands to your cheek tiredly, feeling the head radiating off your skin in waves. you feel distraught and completely unaware of your surroundings as you blink slowly.

were you sick? you couldn’t remember ever getting into your bed and you don’t remember feeling sickly, either. yet, by the burning of your face and the nausea creeping into your stomach, it’s clear to you that something is wrong.

“renjun?” you call out. your own voice sounds foreign and hoarse. your throat burns and you frown as a cough bubbles up, so intense it has you sitting up in bed to heave.

then, the thing you didn’t expect happens.

he comes running into the room, a bowl of soup in his hands as he pats at a dusty apron, flour on his cheeks and dotting his face. his blonde hair is messily parted and his plump lips are pressed together in a solemn line, but they blossom into a thin smile at the sight of you.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmurs, coming to sit next to you on the bed. he holds out a spoonful of the soup to you, expression reading that of an apologetic one. “were you calling for me just now? I had my headphones in, I couldn’t quite hear you...”

silence.

your lips part in surprise and you swallow roughly. tears sting at your eyes and you begin to feel even more sick than before. you never thought you’d see him again. he went missing a year ago, didn’t he? why was he suddenly in your apartment, acting as if he never left as he nursed you back to health.

when you don’t immediately take a bite of the soup, he retracts his spoon, furrowing his brows. “what’s wrong?” jisung questions, head tilting in a way you found adorable- but now wasn’t the time to be shocked by this appearance, “you’ll feel better if you eat, I promise.”

unable to form words, you instead open your mouth, letting him slip the spoon inside as the warm liquid began filling your mouth. you felt an instant, brief relief wash over you. it was hot, a stinging kind of heat, but it felt good against your scorching throat.

“I knew I shouldn’t have visited you after my hospital shift...” jisung murmurs sadly, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. he shakes his head, blonde tousles of hair covering his eyes, “I’m so sorry. I’m the reason you’re sick right now, angel.”

instead of replying, you did the only thing you could think of.

you hugged him. you brought him into the warmest embrace you’d ever done, and you held him strong, scared that if your hold wavered even in the slightest that he’d disappear again. you hadn’t even noticed that you were crying until you felt your body shake and sobs escape your lips.

jisung pulled away immediately, hands cupping your face and wiping the tears away. he looked at you with concern, “angel? what’s wrong? are you okay? did I do something?”

you shook your head, savoring the sound of his voice. you breathed in heavily at the sight behind him: your clock. but most importantly, what the clock read. 6/24/20, the day after jisung went missing. all you could do was stare, unblinking, at the date, and jisung seemed to notice.

he followed your gaze, looking in confusion when they landed on the clock.

“what happened yesterday, sung?” you questioned quietly.

you needed this to be true. you needed this to be reality. you needed him to be in your arms again and stay there for as long as possible- you needed him to be back.

jisung’s brows furrowed in confusion, but at the expression on your face, he didn’t hesitate to respond, “um, well, I left my earbud here for you. I’m sorry I had to leave so early, the hospital called and needed me. I signed up for their volunteer employee list, remember?”

yes, actually, you did remember. but he signed up for the role so long ago that you’d almost completely forgotten.

“anyways, I finished helping patients around ten last night? it was pretty late. you were asleep so I just crawled in with you. you woke up around four this morning feeling unwell, so I’ve been here since.”

you exhaled a deep breath you didn’t know you’d been keeping.

it was a dream- a nightmare.

at the thought, a small smile broke out on your face and you pulled him back to you, sighing, “I had the worst dream, sungie...”

as ironic as it may be, it appears as if your storm has finally come.

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polarisjisung · 3 months

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KISSES WITH NCT DREAM

pairings: nct dream × fem! reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of giving hickeys (for jeno) + reader is implied to have long(ish) hair + use of pet names

notes: a little different to usual but i want to post more often and I love reading these little headcanons! although I do need to switch it up from all the fluff 🫠

MARK-cozy morning kisses:

mark loves lazy mornings, holding you by the waist to make sure you don't have a chance to escape the warmth of the duvet you're all wrapped up in. sure your hair's a little messy but mark loves the domesticity of waking up next to you. you'll make every attempt to make your way out of the confines of your shared double bed but mark ultimately wins, shutting you up with a kiss when he feels like you're talking too much

"mark baby, please I have work" mark could not care less— really, they should've made it illegal to work weekends

"you have a boyfriend too" he'd tuck the hair falling from your ponytail behind your ear and you're a sucker for the way he'd let his palm rest over your cheek as he pulls you into his chest underneath the covers

"markie, I'll get fired" you know you'd lost the battle the second mark let his eyes land on your lips, the ones that were still shining from the left over lip mask you'd applied the night before, but you still try to bolt out of the covers as fast as you can, undoubtedly you'll get pulled back in by mark just a few seconds later

"don't run from me baby" he's all pouty, you know its all just a facade to get a couple extra minutes in bed with you but saying no to mark just wasn't one of your capabilities

when you finally sigh in defeat,

"just 5 minutes" with a roll of your eyes, he's peppering sweet kisses all over your face, placing a couple pecks on your lips too

"I'll take 5 minutes"

best believe he'll take a lot more than just 5

RENJUN-stupid adorable smiley kisses:

kisses with renjun start out ever so gentle, a quick touch of your lips before he's checking to see your reaction. doesn't matter how long you've been dating, renjun still gives you butterflies every damn time, and he's the same with you, all giddy and kicking his feet, so you both start out so smiley against each other's lips, soft and sweet. on occasion renjun likes to go for deep, more meaningful passionate kisses, and the second you see his starry eyes staring up at you, grin formed into a soft smile, you know his hand is going to reach for your jaw and his lips are going to move rushed against yours

there's a sparkle in his eyes, a glint that tells you renjun won't stop at a few pecks— naturally you don't mind at all

"my love?" he coos, looking up at you, taking in your features as though he's trying to commit every detail of your pretty face to memory, your moles, the shape of your lips and your sparkling eyes, he would memorise it all in that very moment

you swear he looks at you as though you've painted the sky and hung the stars, and every time you catch yourself wondering what you've done to be lucky enough to deserve him

"I love you" as those words slip so effortlessly out of his lips, he'll guide you with a hand against the back of your head to meet his lips again, with more urgency this time

"I love you too" you'd breathe out, an oppurtunity you'd never miss

JENO-neck kisses

jeno loves your lips, kisses, pecks, full on make out sessions— he doesn't mind. but every time he finds your hair tied back and your neck on display he sees it as the perfect chance to show that you're absolutely not single, very much taken in fact. jeno finds joy in carving his initials into your neck or leaving small, unintentional patterns behind sucking and gently biting at the warm skin on your neck. the kisses eventually trail their way up across the bone of your jaw, his hands tugging at the ends of your hair as he twirls it between his fingers. jeno wants it all, quick kisses will do if you're out and about but the second you're home, kissing is at least a 20 minute task.

when you're out, be it hanging out with friends or running errands together, especially in the summer, when you like to tie your hair back a lot more frequently, jeno finds himself going absolutely feral, he's like a child begging his mother to go home

your back is against the wall the second you step through the door, jeno's lips impatiently capturing yours. he's a literal animal, he'll devour any lipstick you're wearing like it was never even there, before his kisses land on your collarbone.

"knew what you were doing when you tied your hair up baby hmm?" jeno likes to think you do it on purpose, to mess with him just a little, admittedly you do, but if you could be honest it had been solely unintentional this time

"come on jeno" your hands land on his chest, almost avoiding the hungry search of his lips for the skin of your neck "didn't know you were so needy"

you like to tease him, his cute agitated kisses becoming a little more intense at your words

equally jeno finds no shame in just how crazy he is for you

"needy for you baby, only you"

something about his urgency mixed with his loyalty forces you to forget about the hickeys you'll spend hours covering up over the next few weeks

HAECHAN- tip of your nose kisses:

haechan loves a makeout session as much as the next person, and despite his forward and bold attitude, sometimes the hard-core kisses just aren't what he's looking for. his favourite solution? kissing the tip of your nose, he likes booping your nose here and there as it is, but in his softest moments, where you find his eyes staring your way in pure awe, haechan's eyes travel to the tip of your nose immediately. it doesn't take long for his lips to follow— a tentative kiss to make sure you're in the mood to be absolutely bombarded with his love

forehead kisses are a close second, and eventually haechan gives in to delicate tender kisses on your lips, his fingers interlaced with yours

"have I ever told you I love you?" kisses with haechan are playful, so you can always tell he's in the mood when that adorable toothy grin shines it's way at you

"multiple times hyuck, every day actually" you'd respond, so giggly that he swears he's falling in love with you all over again, he's not sure if it's possible quite frankly, considering he thinks the same thought everyday

"that's what you deserve baby, I love you" he'd waddle his way over to you on the sofa, that smirk on his face that tells you everything you need to know— the kiss lands perfectly in the centre of your nose, your face soon hidden away in your hands

"don't get shy on me now baby, you know what I wanna hear" he's already trying to get another look at your pretty eyes and when he successfully gets your hands to slide down your face, places a chaste kiss to your forehead

"I love you too hyuck"

"can't hear you buttercup, you're gonna have to show me that pretty face so I can lip read" he's a little too proud of his words, and when you do let your hands down, his lips are all over yours

JAEMIN-lip gloss kisses:

jaemin is a sucker for those shiny, perfect glossy lips of yours, he's a sucker for you full stop, but your lips are practically a superpower.

now jaemin hates strawberries but that pretty pink lip gloss of yours with a little shimmer and that strawberry scent is his absolute favourite, he swears it makes your eyes pop 10x more it's perfect— you're perfect

he loves showering you with affection, be it hugs or kisses, holding your hand or whispering sweet nothings into your ear, jaemin treats you like an absolute princess and when his princess is all dressed up and so absolutely gorgeous, he can't help but ask for one thing for himself. not that jaemin doesn't love seeing you lounging around casually, he thinks you look gorgeous all the time, but seeing the confidence that oozes from your being when you're ready for a big event has his stomach doing backflips

his arms wrap around your waist quicker than you can twist the tube of your lip gloss shut— really there was no point going through your extensive lip combo routine because you should've known jaemin would eat it all up

"my sweet sweet girl, do you think I could have a kiss?" jaemin likes to get extra affectionate in these moments, clinging to you with a smile that reaches his eyes, just to make sure there's no way you can say no

"but nana my lip gloss" you're always trying to make excuses, really it was just because lip products were starting to get expensive, but you don't mind blowing more money on them if it meant you'd have a love like jaemin

"hmm, I'll buy more for you, just give me a kiss pretty please?"

you only make one more attempt at stalling, you know better that you're not winning this battle

"but nana it'll get all over you"

he shrugs, so unbothered you swear you hear your heartbeat ring in your ears

"I like it like that"

jaemin loves the way you tenderly hold his face before you seal his lips in a kiss, when you pull away his lips are glittery and pink just like yours, but his smile seems to have grown ten fold

"you look so pretty nana, my princess" he nods

"your princess, all yours" before locking your lips against his once again

CHENLE-spiderman kisses:

chenle loves the movie, chenle loves you, to him it just made sense and the spiderman kiss has easily become his favourite way to greet you as he walked through the door.

most days chenle would find you seated on the couch, finishing up a project for work when he'd get home, his hand would wrap under your chin and slightly over your neck with ease, lips locking with yours momentarily

"I missed you" he'd whisper, every time as he pulled away from you, placing his things down to a side and slipping into the empty space beside you. his arm would find its rightful place resting over your shoulder before his lips would brush over yours again

"I missed you too"

the both of you would bask in the warm intimacy of the moment, something between you, only for you, that the both of you would secretly look forward to day in and day out

to chenle that was enough, that daily welcome home kiss was practically routine and it was a routine he'd grown used to, practically to the point where when he'd walk in and you weren't working away at a desk or on the sofa, anywhere he could easily guide your head backwards and press his lips to yours, the rest of his day would be ruined

dramatic, would be the best way to describe a kiss deprived chenle

JISUNG-hand kisses:

to jisung kisses are one of the truest levels of intimacy, they come with philosophical and ethical discussions and debates, prophesies of where the universe might be heading in ten years or why you shouldn't take things in life for granted

jisung liked to think, and he appreciated being able to share and discuss his thoughts with you, to him that seemed like one of the purest forms of love, being unashamed to share even the most wild and crazy theories with each other

he admired your passion, the way you'd get lost between your own thoughts, in your own world as you explained a concept to him, one of the many reasons jisung loved you, and in those moments a press of his lips to the knuckles of your hand, already intertwined with his, seemed perfect, like the cherry on top

"I think it's crazy how we don't realise so much of what goes on around us" you're sharing one of those moments of yours again, when you feel like you'd noticed something that made a big impact on your point of view in life and jisung can't help but let that gummy smile flash over his lips, his thumb rubbing up and down the outer surface of your hand

it's beautiful to him, how your legs are laying over his and how you rest your head against his chest and his fingers rake through your hair while you find yourselves in this moment, for a second jisung stops listening, or at least attentively so, trying to take in this fleeting moment of what he thought was the most important part of loving someone

"sung, you seem out of it?" you'd ask the question so concerned, despite a little guilt that he hadn't been able to listen to you, jisung would smile softly and shake his head

"just thinking about how lucky I am to have you"

and his hand would lift yours, quickly pressing a feathery kiss to your knuckles

"I love you" he'd say, a phrase he didn't say often, scared it would lose its meaning, but one he'd say just enough that you'd known how much you meant to him

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marklease · 4 months

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asking bf dreamies for separate beds

telling clingy dreamies you wanna start sleeping in separate beds. enjoy!

requests open, i’m back everyone! 🥺🫶

#i also just noticed that my banner image doesn’t have renjun WHAT #i’m so sorry renjun girlies #nct dream #nct #nct 2023 #nct drabbles #nct fake texts #nct fanfic #nct fluff #nct imagines #mark lee #haechan #lee jeno #renjun #jisung #jaemin #chenle

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naids4luv · 3 months

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bae what if the dreamies pranked their lover this time? 😂😂 like get a taste of your own medicine now 😭

! dreamies pranking reader !

waittt i really like this idea,, thank u for requesting !!😽😽😋😋

mark, renjun and jeno :

haechan and jaemin :

chenle and jisung :

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taexoxosgf · 3 months

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THIS DECEMBER

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

WORDS 5k

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

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

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

★ Part of A Dreamy Christmas Collab!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, bu–”

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

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

“Oh my god, NO!” Mark whines.

“What’s so wrong with a little fun?”

“Are you seriously suggesting an… orgy?”

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

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

“Ding Ding! We have a winner!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you talking about?”

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

“I’m not! She’s annoying as hell!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone is being… weird.

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

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

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

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

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

“Why are you standing here all by yourself?”

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

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

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

“Just ask Jisung.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” Jeno murmurs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That little shithead!” Jaemin groans.

“I knew it!” you exclaim.

“What did he tell you?” Renjun interrupts.

“Nothing, just what I said before.”

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

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

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

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

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

At this point, you can only see red.

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

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

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

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

“Watch it,” Jisung seethes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where am I supposed to sleep?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’ll be over soon. Right?

You’re fucking drenched.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck. We’re going to die.”

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

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

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

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

“What’s your fucking problem?”

“What are you talking about?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cared?”

“I still do…”

“Then why do we fight?”

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

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

“Oh…”

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

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

“You mean the tension?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It feels good. Way too good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I need you,” you pant. “Now.”

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

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

“Like words ever stopped me before pretty girl.”

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

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

“Mhm,” you nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DECEMBER 31 11:59 PM

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happy fucking new year indeed.

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midmourn · 5 months

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

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

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ghostofhyuck · 2 months

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Cause I don't know how it gets better than this

You take my hand and drag me head first

Fearless

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“You’re too excited.”

“Of course! It’s been so long!”

“It’s only been a year.”

“You’re ruining my moment Jisung,” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at your boyfriend who seems to be unfazed with your attitude. Jisung continued driving until you saw the familiar road that leads to your home.

Finally, after a year of being out of the country, you’re finally home! You missed your family, your hometown, and of course, your boyfriend Jisung who had to endure a year of phone calls, messages, and video calls.

Jisung parked the car in front of your front yard and you immediately jumped out of the passenger seat so that you could knock on the gates to inform your family that you’re here.

The gates opened and you were welcomed by your bone-crushing hug from your family. Your siblings are eager to know what you’ve bought for them as souvenirs while your parents just wanted you to go inside and eat the meal that they prepared for you.

Jisung followed you quietly, helping you by carrying your luggages and bags back and forth from the trunk of his car.

“Jisung, stay here for a while okay? Join us for lunch would you?” your mother said, patting the taller guy’s back. Although you two have been childhood friends and lovers for years, he still gets shy around your family.

“It’s fine auntie, but my mom asked me to run some errands,” he apologised then he looked at you, smiling apologetically. “I’ll pick you up later okay? Go rest for a while.”

“It’s okay! I want to rest too, go now!”

“Bye, love you!” Jisung tells you one last time before bidding goodbye to your family.

“Ah, that little kid never changed,” your mother comments, making you smile.

“Why? Still the same Jisung who taught me how to ride a bike?” you joked.

“Yeah, still the same Jisung who was shy when he picked you up for prom,” your father teased.

“Oh my god, not that one!” you exclaimed, making your family burst into laughter.

You spent the remaining time of the day sharing stories about your out-of-the-country experiences with your family. Truth to be told, you couldn’t help but keep smiling the whole day because you’re back home. Everything feels so warm especially because the people you hold dearly are here.

Exhaustion didn’t hit you until you lay down on your bed. Your mother even changed the sheets just so you could sleep comfortably. They didn’t remove the posters on the wall, the designs and trinkets that you think will brighten up your room. Seeing that your childhood home hasn’t changed, you drift off to sleep.

You woke up and realised that it was already night, your room was dark and quiet, making you get up from your bed and open the lights of your room. You scratched your eyes due to the blinding lights, aimlessly walking around your room and trying to sink into you that you’re finally home.

Your eyes caught the polaroid of you and Jisung during your prom night. You laughed as you saw how ugly your prom dress was and how tacky Jisung looked at his oversized tuxedo, but it was cute and you two looked so young. It reminds you of how long you two have been together.

Speaking of Jisung, you fished out your phone to check if he has any messages to you and to your surprise, there’s none.

Perhaps he was too busy with their store. You know how much his family relies on him and him having the time to pick you up at the airport means that he managed to take time for you.

It’s not like you’re in a rush, you know that both of you have a lot of time in this world, so you decided that this day can be a time for your family. Dinner was great and you couldn’t help but cry in glee because it’s been so long ever since you ate your mother’s home-cooked meals.

Around eight in the evening, Jisung sends you a message.

“At this hour?” your father asked warily.

“Oh come on now, it’s not like you’re used to it,” your mother interferes, glancing at you and smiling. “Just make sure to get home by twelve.”

You only smiled at them and went out. You decided to wait for Jisung outside rather than inside, you hugged your body for warmth as you remember how chilly it can be in your hometown during night.

“Look at this idiot,” a jacket draped around you making you turn around.

“We could’ve just waited for tomorrow,” you told him, taking off the jacket and wearing it in a more comfortable manner.

“But I miss you,” Jisung confesses, and one thing about your boyfriend is that he seldom uses words. “And don’t you want a bit of reminiscing? Just like when we were young.”

“Well, I hope that the convenience store is still open at this hour,” you giggled.

“Of course it is! Shall we?” he holds out his hand and as you hold onto it, he kisses it first before tugging you away.

“Since when are you this bold?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve always been like this,” he confidently said.

“No you’re not, you’re my shy boyfriend who’s too nervous to hold my hands during our first date,” you taunted.

“I was seventeen, give me a break,” Jisung laughs.

You only laughed as you two continued walking around. Jisung was right, it was the perfect time to reminisce. You couldn’t help but remember back when you two were younger, you two would sneak out late at night to buy food from the only open convenience store around your place.

Nothing has changed and yet as you look at Jisung, you see the small five year old Jisung who became your first friend in the neighbourhood. Now he's a brooding man who’s a foot taller than you, with his deep voice and good looks, you couldn’t help but to let out a laugh.

“What’s funny?” he asked, confused.

“Nothing,” you told him. “I’m just glad to be back.”

Jisung lets go of your hand and places his arms around you, pulling you closer to him and proceeding to kiss the top of your head.

“Me too, I’m glad that you’re here again.”

#nct #nct dream #nct fluff #nct fic #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct jisung #nct jisung imagines #nct jisung scenario #nct jisung fic #nct dream fluff #nct dream fic #nct dream imagine #nct dream jisung fic #nct dream jisung fluff #nct dream jisung imagine

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atinyjules · 10 months

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Broken Melodies : Hate this Distance ft. Park Jisung

<< Character Introduction >>

"Park Jisung's the name."

02 liner

Dance major

Speciality : freestyle, popping and locking.

Is very ignorant of his surroundings and doesn't talk much.

Has an elder brother.

He usually hangs around Mark's studio or Chenle's club room even though he's already apart of the school Baseball team.

Chenle calls him a Passenger Princess even though Jisung says he isn't because he's pride won't let him admit that he sucks at driving.

Weekend are sacred to Jisung so don't disturb him unless he agrees to hang out.

Is HORRIFIED of Cockroaches but won't admit it.

He tends to lock himself up in the practice room and listen to sad, depressing songs while splaying himself on the floor when his day isn't going well.

Goes to his secret hideout to let of some steam when he's angry or in a bad mood.

Has an emotional support hamster named Poong who he often rants to, not that his hamster gets a word he says though.

"Everyone tends to think that I'm a bad person...is it that bad to want to be friends with my classmates?"

Often gets brawled up in misunderstandings because of his intimidating looks and aura. Which in turn makes most people avoid him.

"Love me." craves for love and attention when he's sad or insecure.

He might not seem like it but Jisung is a really emotional and expressive person by nature.

He won't say it but he loves getting compliments on his dancing skills.

Stays up practicing some dance moves at night and struggles to stay awake during class because of it.

"Trust me, there's no use learning math if you're a dance major." Jisung is lowkey the type of student parents warn their children to stay away from at the first day of school because he's a bright red flag in the world of School and Studies.

"Why don't you just get a girlfriend already? I'm sick of watching you stare at couples in the streets." Chenle said with a worried look on his face after catching his bestfriend zone out after seeing a couple walk hand in hand past them.

"This dating stuff isn't for me Lele." Jisung said earning a sigh from Chenle who took a sip of his coke.

"Of coure you'd say that...you always say that!"he exclaimed as Jisung chuckled.

"All that lovey-dovey shit isn't made for someone like me...my career is more important." Jisung replied and leaned on the table with his hand supporting his head as he started zoning out again.

"Ah, so you plan on dancing till you're 100 huh?" Chenle asked as Jisung tsked.

"Oh my gosh, no...I'll keep dancing till my body says enough and then I'll settle down and enjoy my retired life." Jisung answered earning a sigh from Chenle who again smacked Jisung's hand away from his head causing him to hit his chin on the table.

"I know you're still beating yourself up for rejecting Lia..." Chenle blurted.

"She left because of me and now she hates me." he muttered and gulped down his Coke.

"Yeah...but it's been what 3...4 years? Just forget about it...even Johnny hyung told you to 'take a chill pill kid'...just get over it." he said as Jisung nodded.

"4...and I know." he answered and leaned back on his chair making Chenle sigh dramatically at his best friend's pitiful state.

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ohmygs-blog · 5 months

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

bf jisung + his hands.

his hands >>> this is literally me :)

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xrenjunniesx · 22 days

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

text reaction to smoothie MV

// bf!dreamies

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catboyieejeno · 1 year

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nct dream reaction ¡! ❞

"i can't focus with your hand down my—oh, fuck."

content: smut, cursing, mature, pet names (baby, babe, doll, etc.)

18+ ! minors do not interact

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ mark lee

mark had spent the last few hours hunched over the soundboard, paper and pen clutched in hand as he racked his brain for something, anything that would make the verse he was writing not entirely dull. but it was so hard to think, to conjure a single logical or productive thought, when you were sat right beside him, doing what you were.

your fingertips are scratching at his scalp, right above the nape of his neck. meanwhile, your other hand busies itself on his thigh, nails tracing random shapes over the material his sweats. frustrated, tired, and in a haze of unorganized thoughts and ideas, mark rolls his head back into the palm of your hand with a low hiss.

“something about this verse doesn't sound right,"

"i think you've just been looking at it too long," you press your lips softly into his cheek and he sighs at the feeling.

"maybe," hums mark, "i just want to finish already,"

"what if,” you whisper, “you take a break for a few minutes, that way you can look at it with new eyes, find out what’s wrong with it.”

the feeling of your breath on the shell of his ear makes his hair stand on end. the bare minimum— that’s all you have to do and you have mark’s head spinning, analyzing whether or not your alleged ‘break’ really implied something else. immediately, he feels the blood rush to his-

what is he doing? he needs to keep working on the song.

he shakes his head. mark readjusts his pants, but the gesture doesn't go unnoticed by you. you're quick to catch the way he fixes himself and wipes the sweat off his palms. “babe,” he tries.

“yes?” your voice is sweet and airy, resembling a pant, with fingers lightly trailing his waistline.

“baby.” there’s an underlying warning to his tone this time; nevertheless, you can sense the bit of desperation he fails to hide.

with your thumb, you lift the waistband and slip your hand inside in one smooth motion. at the same time, your lips attach to his neck.

"i need to finish the song," his head tilts to make space for you, contradicting his words, and you smirk against his skin as you feel him gulp.

"you need a break, baby,"

"mmph," why did you have him so hooked, "no, i need to work-"

"then work," you place your hand on him over his underwear, "no one's stopping you,"

you're giving his bulge a squeeze, teeth grazing his neck, when mark mentally thanks the heavens that he's sitting. otherwise, he's sure his knees would've given out.

"yeah, but," he gasps, "i can't focus with your hand down my—oh, fuck."

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ huang renjun

"jun,"

renjun hums in response, not looking up from the book on his chest. he's lying down, eyes scanning the text on the pages while his other hand rests on his stomach, fingers bouncing mindlessly.

with a pout settled on your bottom lip, you sit beside him on your knees, practically begging for any bit of his attention.

all of your attempts to divert his focus away from that damned book have been overlooked. you tried changing your shirt, toying with your bra, and nothing. he didn't even bother to try and sneak a glance when you pulled up your skirt, flashing your pink panties at him.

it was all getting rather annoying.

daringly, your place your hand over his, maneuvering it slowly down until you stop right over his crotch.

"tsk tsk," he moves his hand back up, "what are you doing?"

"junnie," you mewl, fingers tracing the outline of him.

he remains unmoving until you decide you've had enough. when your hand goes into his pants, his lips part slightly, sharply drawing in a breath, and his eyes finally break away from the page to look at you. they're wide open in shock.

"i've been trying to get your attention for the last 20 minutes,"

"well, you should've just asked." he laughs, sounding a little cocky. your eyes narrow at him when he speaks again, "i'll make it up to you, baby," when he goes to close the book, you stop the motion of your wrist, a devilish idea coming to mind.

"no,"

"what?"

"i want you to keep reading," you say matter-of-factly. he's taken aback when your strokes get bolder and you feel him getting harder in your hand, "since you didn't want to pay any attention to me, you can keep reading."

"but i wanna make you feel good-"

"keep reading or i'll stop."

renjun picks up his book hurriedly and flips it open to where he left off. this time, when you pull your shirt off, his eyes are roaming your skin rather than the words of his novel, shallow breaths leaving his parted lips.

he's fully hard now, a flustered mess, uttering whispered pleas of your name.

"baby, that feels so-" he whines quietly.

"focus on your book."

"i can't focus with your hand down my—oh, fuck." his hips buck up into your hand, book falling to the side as he comes into your fist.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lee jeno

about five minutes ago, you were cursing the day you ever let your boyfriend talk you into working out with him.

jeno is normally sweet, shy, affectionate, considerate, but for some reason, when he steps through the doors of the gym, he discovers each and every new way to push all of your buttons.

he’d try to… encourage you throughout your routine, which resulted in you guys bickering the whole way home because he “just couldn’t let you do it at your own pace.” that, or he’d all-together forget about you until he was done with his own work out, headphones plugged in and blasting for 2, sometimes even 3 hours.

tonight, he had dragged you to a small gym that he claimed had less people, for your comfort and his privacy as an idol, and while that was true, you couldn’t help but think to yourself, of course there’s going to be less people— no one is at the gym at two in the fucking morning.

now, however, you’re leaning against the wall, fully over even attempting to finish your work out, watching as jeno does his usual bicep curls in nothing but his tiny black shorts and a matching tank that is skin-tight.

his jaw is locked and tense, face twisting as he strains while pulling up the weights during the rep. sweat makes the ends of his hair stick to his forehead, and when he’s done, he huffs, chest heaving. even the way he grabs his water to gulp it down is messing with your head.

yeah… maybe you didn’t hate the gym that much.

you don’t know what’s different about today, but you’ve been rubbing your thighs together for the last 30 minutes, hoping he’d announce soon that he’s close to done. when that moment never comes, you take matters into your own hands.

“hi, jen,” you stride over to him, a sly smile playing at your lips.

“hey, pretty baby. i’m almost finished, i just have to do-“

blatantly disregarding what he was talking about, you lean in until your lips are kissing the corner of his, “i can’t watch you work out anymore,” you whine, “it’s driving me crazy,”

confused and oblivious as ever, jeno pulls his eyebrows together, “well, i’m sorry, i thought you liked coming here with me-“

“not that kind of crazy, love,” your hand grabs his, guiding it between your legs, “the kind where i want you to bend me over any piece of equipment in here.”

“w-wha-well, i uhm-“

he swallows thickly when you bring your other hand into his shorts, grabbing his dick and pumping it a few times. his hand stays between your legs, though he doesn’t move.

“baby, i promise,” he pants, “this is my last set and then i’m taking you home and we can-“

“why can’t we do it here?”

“are you insane? what if somebody comes in? i have-shit- i have one more set and- ohh, aah-“

“jeno?”

"i can't focus with your hand down my—oh, fuck."

jeno’s arm flies back to lean his weight against whatever machine is behind him, trying to stay upright. his fingers finally start moving, rubbing some much needed friction to the spot between your legs. his brain has become mush in less than 2 minutes, lost in the pleasure that you’re giving him. his work out is long forgotten as he groans out your name.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lee donghyuck

"you can't sleep with your makeup on, doll," hyuck grumbles, "stop fighting me on this,"

he straddles your lap to keep you from wiggling around, hovering over you with a make-up removing wipe wrapped between his long fingers.

his cheeks are a delicious shade of red, shiny from the sheer layer of sweat that covers his pretty features. he looks boyish and unruly, hair falling messily over his glossed-over eyes as they stare into your own.

your face is surely mirroring his, flushed from all of the drinks in your system. what started as a date night with your boyfriend ended with you having close to a bottle and half of wine each, not that you’re complaining. his body is warm above yours, clouding your judgement more than the alcohol ever could. greedily, your hands wander up his thighs.

hyuck is rambling and slurring distractedly, using the scented wipe to gently swipe away the remnants of product from under your eyes, "it's not good for your skin if you leave your makeup on, you know that-" you can't even focus on what he's lecturing you on because his lips are stained red from the wine, and he seems to have been licking them, given how wet they are.

"hyuck, baby."

"-yes?"

you pucker up your lips, "give me a kiss."

he complies with a cheeky smile, mouth molding obediently against yours. he lets out a throaty moan at your affection.

your fingers fly to the button on his jeans, undoing them. hyuck quickly pulls back, “baby, let me take off your makeup first,”

“but i wanna feel you,” you mumble innocently, hands reaching for the hem of his underwear.

“oh, believe me,” as maliciously as ever, he tongues his cheek, eyebrows wiggling, “you will.”

working as fast and gently as possible, he continues to wipe your face, jaw tightening as you grope him, “hmm, y/n.”

“what’s wrong, baby?”

"i can't focus with your hand down my—oh, fuck." his head falls into the crook of your shoulder and he shudders at the feeling of your cool hands wrapping around his base. under your palm, you feel him twitch, but hyuck is determined to remain unfazed and not engage in your little game until he’s done.

he composes himself and sighs. another wipe is taken from the pack, softly cleaning your forehead and cheeks.

“shit–alright,” he seethes as you squeeze his tip. hyuck tosses the wipe aside, grunting. your boyfriend roughly grabs your face with one hand, making you stop your teasing, “all done.”

instantly, he leans in, letting his lips meet yours again. this kiss is more lustful than the last; it’s sloppy and needy, and when he pulls away for air, he stays so close that he practically breathes his next words into your mouth, “i should’ve left your makeup on so you could watch me ruin it.”

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ na jaemin

it's unfortunate that you're a light sleeper, seeing as it makes it quite difficult for your boyfriend to do something nice for you.

this morning, jaemin had woken up an hour before you usually do with the intention to surprise you by making breakfast and delivering it to you in bed.

he had everything worked out: he set his alarm on his phone and kept it tucked under his pillow so he could rush to silence it once he woke up, hoping that you'd continue to sleep undisturbed. from there, he rolled out of bed as quietly as possible, tip-toeing out of your bedroom and into the kitchen to make you the best breakfast-in-bed ever.

everything was going according to plan, until now. he had just scooped the first bit of pancake batter into the pan when the padding of your feet alerts him of your presence. your arms wrap around his waist, nose nuzzling into his back.

like a child who didn’t get his way, jaemin whines out and stomps his feet a bit, "babe, you weren't supposed to be up yet.”

"i felt you get up, jaem," you laugh, "let me help you-"

"nope! you're not allowed to do anything. this was supposed to be a surprise,"

"alright, fine."

when you try to pull away to get ahead on the dishes, jaemin's hand drags you back in, right to where you were on his waist.

well, if he won't let you let you help in the kitchen, maybe you can help a different way.

mischievously, your teeth graze his back and shoulders, hands sliding under his shirt to feel the muscles on his stomach, which immediately tense at the contact of your cold fingers. when your actions elicit a reaction from him, a small knowing scoff that told you that he knew exactly what you were up to, you continue your efforts, trailing down to loosen the drawstrings of his joggers.

"oh, yeah," he hums when you touch him. no more than a second later, the free hand that isn’t busy flipping pancakes comes down to wrap over yours, guiding it up and down on his length, “you’re so naughty.”

"i just wanna repay you for getting up early to make me breakfast,"

"if you keep going," he whimpers, "i might end up wanting something else for breakfast," jaemin's chest is heaving at this point.

"the food's gonna burn," you half-heartedly warn, mercilessly continuing your pace.

"well, it just might 'cause i can't focus with your hand down my—oh, fuck."

there's a clattering noise when the pan is pushed back and off the heat, the spatula dropping onto the counter as jaemin pulls your hand and his from his pants.

he quickly flips off the stove and turns to you, hands wrapping around your thighs to pick you up, situating you on the empty kitchen island.

“breakfast can wait.” he mumbles, then captures your mouth in a kiss.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ zhong chenle

“chenle.”

“the game’s almost over,”

“chenle!”

“there’s 10 minutes left!”

“you’re watching highlights! you can literally watch those whenever!”

“now is also whenever!” he cleverly retorts.

okay, think. that’s the third video he’s watched in a row, the third time he’s fed you the same explanation and promised that this highlight video would be the last.

so, think: how can you get him off his stupid phone?

“you wanna watch your highlights? okay,” you shrug, sitting beside him on the couch.

“okay?” he asks, as if your previous statement is entirely foreign to him, and truthfully, it is. you had never given up so easily before. in fact, chenle had grown to love the banter. half of the time, the only reason he really insists on watching his highlight clips for so long is because he loves to watch you yearn for his attention.

“yep.”

“i’ll be done after this one,” he reminds you, watching closely for your reaction.

you nod nonchalantly, “right.” and give him a forced smile.

you give him a few seconds to get back into the video before you bring your hand over to his thigh. as expected, he doesn’t say anything, continuing his act in hopes that you’ll go back to urging him to shut the video off.

but this time, unlike the others, you remain just as stoic, sneakily inching closer and closer. it’s only a matter of time before he catches on, so you reach over in one motion and undo the button of his pants, putting your hand inside.

oh. so that’s your play?

you catch onto the way his eyes widen for a fleeting moment, but he’s quick to cover it up.

gently, you rub him, leaning in to leave kisses on his cheek, the kind that are so light and soft that they invite goosebumps to spread through his neck and arms.

he resists all urges to shudder or succumb to your touch; instead, he opts for taking his bottom lip between his teeth, a last measure to remain sane as you pleasure him. he can’t care less about the highlights anymore, but he’s stubborn and refuses to lose, so his eyes stay locked on the screen although his thoughts are entirely elsewhere.

you’re supposed to beg for him, not the other way around.

but that’s easier said than done, especially when you’re palming him, pre-cum leaking from his tip as his mind wanders off the game, clinging to everything that is you.

chenle squeezes his eyes shut for a second.

“what’s the matter?”

“nothing.” he says through gritted teeth.

you keep toying with him, bringing your other hand to the button of your own shorts. at this, chenle’s eyes snap over and he mentally curses, blowing air through his nostrils harshly.

his fingers are turning white from the way he’s gripping his phone with so much force. every stroke of your hand is wearing him down, bringing him closer to his climax, but he doesn’t want to finish yet, not before he’s been inside of you.

“chenle, baby, you’re not even watching-“

“yeah, i know, that’s because i can't focus with your hand down my—oh, fuck."

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ park jisung

“and then, if you press these buttons, your attack upgrades and deals more damage…”

if you’re being honest, everything jisung has said about his new switch game, which he’s explaining to you with so much interest and passion, is going in one ear and out the other.

it’s not that you don’t care, you do! you’re more than happy to sit and listen to him go on about something he’s excited about, but you simply don’t know what’s gotten into you today.

all you can seem to focus on is him.

his lips are plump, looking softer and more kissable than ever, and you think you may pass out when his tongue darts out to wet them. now, they’re glossed over, just like his pretty brown eyes that reflect the video game screen from the console resting on his chest.

your leg lies across his body, unable to keep still with the ache starting to flourish at your core. you’re practically grinding on his thigh and he’s oblivious as ever.

the fingers that hug his waist have now developed a mind of their own: they dance over his stomach and travel south until they make their way under jisung’s waistband.

“what-“ he clears his throat to cover the way his voice cracks, “what are you doing?”

“what are you talking about?”

all of his muscles tense up, “with your, uhm, hand?”

“oh,” you feign surprise, batting your eyes with innocence as if there could be no another reason your hand was holding his crotch, “it’s warm, my fingers were getting cold,”

he nods rather awkwardly, mumbling something that implies he understands and tries to continue with his explanation.

key word: tries.

his speech is a mess and a nervous sweat has broken out on his forehead. he’s even begun to explain things about the game wrong, spewing out nervous laughs in between weak apologies.

as hard as he’s trying to keep his act together, there’s one thing that blatantly gives him away. under your hand, you can feel him getting hard, and he knew it, too.

the entire time he’s talking, he’s growing harder and harder in your palm and you just cant resist moving a bit.

“aah, that feels-“

“so, what does that character do, again?”

jisung blinks at you with wide eyes, an look of disbelief on his face. after a pause, he answers you quietly.

“they—mmh, they shoot these uhm-“

you nod teasingly, “uh-huh?”

“these fireballs that-“ defeated, he groans out, “baby…”

“woah, fireballs?!”

“baby, i’ll tell you about the game later. right now, i-“ he sets the switch aside and you pout in false disappointment.

“what? why?”

"because—i can't focus with your hand down my—oh, fuck."

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The Storm - Haechan

Paring: !frenemies to lovers!! haechan x afab! reader

Genre: college! au, slight fluff, angst & smut

Synopsis: You and Haechan were constantly at odds, never seeing eye to eye. His persistent flirting was really starting to get on your nerves. Now, with a bad storm raging outside and nowhere for him to stay, he's wondering if he could spend the night with you…

Warnings: smut. !soft/teasing dom! haechan, reader kinda of annoying in the beginning, dirty talk, teasing, praising/degradation, kissing, chocking (receiving), fingering, exhibitionism (almost getting caught??), oral (receiving), manhandling, masochism, spanking, edging, overstimulation, mirror sex, unprotected sex

Word Count: ~7k words

Late at night, your friends took you back to your dorm after the party because you all felt tired and decided to leave early. As they pulled up to your dorm building, there was a heavy storm outside, raining really hard. When you walked in, you were greeted by none other than Donghyuck.

Another reason you wanted to leave the party was that he had been flirting with you the whole time. He always flirted with you, but you never gave him a chance. It had always been like this between the two of you. You had a class once with him, and he has been obsessed with you since.

You could see his clothes were wet from all the rain. He was wearing a white t-shirt with some jeans and a varsity jacket. But his wet shirt made you see the outline of his body, and for a second, you didn’t want to look away. But you spoke too soon because now he noticed you glancing in his direction.

“Hey, I’ve noticed you staring at me, sweetheart. Have you fallen for me already?”

You lightly punched his arm in response and gave him an annoyed look.

“Ow, why did you do that for?”

“You were getting on my nerves once again, and as if I would fall for you. That’s never going to happen.”

He was playfully rubbing his arm as if you had actually seriously hit him.

“So, why are you here anyway? I thought you were going to stay back at the party. It looked like you were having a pretty good time,” you said.

“Well, it started to get late, and Mark wanted to leave early, so I decided to leave with him. But I left my dorm room key in his car. I tried calling him, but my phone died, and I’ve been waiting for someone to come in and you happened to show up.”

“Wow, you know, I'm not shocked that all this happened to you tonight. Maybe if you weren’t flirting with me the whole night, this wouldn’t have happened to you—”

“Okay, listen here sweetheart, I think you’re being a little dramatic. I flirted with you once or twice, and I barely even looked your way tonight. I'd backed off this time. If anything, you're the one who's obsessed with me.”

Is he actually serious right now?

“Excuse me? Last time I checked, I’m the one who doesn’t even like you in the first place. So what makes you think I would even be obsessed with you, hm?” He couldn't even think of a comeback to your previous comment.

You gave him a little smirk and said, “Mhm, that’s what I thought. Can't say anything now, huh? Anyways, how are you gonna get back into your dorm without a key?”

He cleared his throat and acted like nothing happened before, saying, “Well, I was kind of hoping you would let me borrow your phone so I can call Mark.”

And this just keeps on getting better.

“Not only do you harass me all night, then proceed to accuse me of being obsessed with you, and now you want to use MY phone to call Mark? Wow, can you be any more entitled?”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? It’s just really late, and all I want to do is go to sleep. So can we please put this past us and let me use your phone?”

You had never seen him be this sincere with you. It seemed that he actually meant it, and he was speaking to you in such a soft-spoken tone it was hard to say anything mean back.

“Fine, but I have one condition.”

“Which is?”

“You have to stop trying to flirt with me all the time. Like at first, it was kind of funny, but now you cockblock me every time we’re both at a party.”

“WHAT? I don’t do that, when have I ever—”

“Dude, literally tonight. I think like 3 different guys tried to talk to me, and you either stare them down to scare them away or lie and say that I’m your girlfriend.”

“Ok, but that was just tonight—”

“YOU DID THIS 4 TIMES THIS WEEK ALONE.”

“Ok, you know what, you may have a point. Fine, I’ll back off… for now.”

You gave him a death glare, and he felt intimidated by you again.

“FINE, I WILL! Anyways, can I please borrow your phone now?”

You nodded and handed your phone to him. Luckily, you already had Mark's number because you had a project with him before in one of your classes. You gave Haechan some space and walked away from him for a bit to take a look outside from the glass window of the waiting area. The rain was heavy, and the winds were strong, making it look really scary out there. You didn’t know how long this storm could even last.

The dorm you stayed at always had some electricity issues, especially if there was a big storm like this outside. The lights of the building started to flicker, and you started to get a little worried. You weren’t scared of a lot of things, but thunder and lightning could sometimes get you on edge.

Haechan was done with his call with Mark, and he decided to sneak up on you and try to scare you. He knelt down by your ear and said, “So what are you doing, sweetie?”

“AH, don’t sneak up on me like that.”

He let out a laugh and couldn’t stop making fun of you.

“Sorry, the look on your face is priceless. I really scared you there, huh?”

“Um, no, you didn’t. You just caught me off guard, is all,” you retorted.

“Mhm, sure… but Mark said since the storm is really bad, he can’t come over until tomorrow, so I’ll probably have to crash at your place tonight.”

“Like hell you are.”

In such a whiny tone, he said, “Come on, just for tonight, you can’t leave me out here in the lobby, can you?”

“Actually, I can and I will. See you tomorrow morning,” you said eagerly.

You begin to speed and walk toward the elevator, leaving him behind.

“HEY, WAIT FOR ME!”

You finally managed to make it to the elevator and tried to hit the button to close the doors fast, but unfortunately, he got there in time and pried the doors open with both of his hands.

“Gotcha.”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. All he had ever done tonight was irritate you to the max and now he expects you to let him spend the night with you in your dorm.

"Forget it, Haechan. You're just not staying over tonight—"

“Oh, come on, you’re being so unfair, and you know it. I can’t get back into my room, and I have nowhere to sleep for the night. All I asked for was a place to sleep. I’ll be out in the morning before you even know it.”

“Well, that just sounds like a you problem.”

“Oh, you’re being so immature right now, you know that, right?”

Your whole demeanor shifted and changed from his comment.

“What did you just say to me?”

He walked over to you, practically towering over you at this point. His clothes were still wet from the rain, and you could see the outline of his body up close, his white shirt clinging to him.

"Oh, you heard me. You’re acting so childish and can't even think of giving me some sort of sympathy. I mess around with you sometimes, but the least you can do is realize that I'm serious about this and I just wanted a place to stay. But all you ever do is keep starting these stupid, petty arguments."

Shit, he was actually right for once. Why were you acting like a child right now? His demands were pretty reasonable, and you could just let him stay over for the night. You gave it some thought and said,

“You know what? You’re right. I’m sorry for being so immature about this, and you’re more than welcome to—”

Before you can finish your sentence, you both hear a loud banging sound, and it looks like the elevator stopped moving. Your heart races, feeling uneasy. You're scared of being stuck in the elevator, especially with him.

He'll probably just tease and make fun of you for being scared of something as silly as an elevator. Instead, he notices that your whole body starts to tremble and your breathing gets way more heavier.

“Hey, are you okay? You don’t look so good, and your whole body is shaking—”

“I'M FINE. Just leave me alone.” You push him off of you and stand on the other side of the elevator. You curl up into a ball and crouch on the floor, trying to calm yourself down, but nothing seems to be working.

“Oh, come on, please. Do you think I’m going to buy that act? You’re clearly scared right now.”

He walks down to your side and sits on the floor with you. He takes off his jacket and puts it over your shoulders.

“You seem to be really cold and your breathing's out of control. I’m going to need you to calm down—”

“CALM DOWN? How can I be calm when there's a huge storm right now, and there's probably no one that can even save us?”

Donghyuck is a little taken aback by your sudden outburst. He's never seen you this anxious and scared before, and he starts to feel worried for you. He places both of his hands on your face and makes you look into his eyes.

“Look at me. I know you’re very stressed and scared right now, but I will do everything I can to get us out of here. I will try my best to calm you down, but you’re going to have to work with me here, alright?”

There he goes again with that sweet and soft-spoken voice of his. When he says that, a part of you feels at ease, and you start to feel calmer than before.

“Now let’s take some deep breaths, okay?”

You nodded your head and started to breathe in and out, and Haechan was there to guide you every step of the way. The warmth of his hands on your cheeks started to heat up your cold body. You felt more calm now and were about to give back his jacket when he said,

“Keep it for now. You need it way more than me.”

You knew he was lying. He was colder than you because his body was still wet from the rain, and you noticed him shivering at times. He wanted to make sure you came first and that you were okay.

Why was he being so nice to you all of a sudden?

As you think on it some more, memories of the two of you start to flood your mind. You remembered all the times he had been there for you, even when you didn't ask for it. From helping you with your assignments to taking care of you when you were sick, Donghyuck had always been by your side. Maybe, just maybe, his kindness wasn't sudden at all. Maybe it had always been there, hidden beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.

But what if was all this just out of sympathy, and was he going to act like none of this happened afterward, or does he actually really care about you? Your mind kept on having so many what-if scenarios; it was driving you insane. Meanwhile, he was on the phone with the support line, trying to figure out a way to get out of this sticky situation.

“WHAT? Ok, fine I guess, but this elevator better start moving fast. My friend here is really getting worried and wants to get out of here immediately.”

Something about the way he just referred to you as "my friend" really panged your heart for some reason. I mean, sure, you guys come after each other a lot, but you were always just friends. He was one of the first people to talk to you in class. He was always very nice and wanted to be around you all the time. But down the line, you still don’t even know how this happened. He would randomly start flirting with you every now and then, but then it started to become a recurring thing. Recently, however, whenever you would see him being "friendly" or teasing other girls, it always made you feel slightly mad.

Was this jealousy?

You always questioned that feeling you had deep down inside, but now you’re starting to see Donghyuck in a new light. Maybe if you weren’t so mean to him all the time, you could've seen him for the real person he is.

“Okay, so good news, there's a backup generator for this building, so once it kicks in, the elevator should start moving again.”

“Oh, that’s such a relief. And what’s the bad news?”

“Well, they don’t know how long it will take for the generator to start working again, so we could probably be in here for a while.”

You groaned in frustration and threw your head back against the elevator walls. Haechan started to be himself again and had that mischievous look on his face. He playfully started to poke at you and said,

“This just means you get to spend some quality time with yours truly! Isn’t that great?”

“I'd rather be stuck in here alone.”

He grabs one of your hands and starts to gently rub it with his thumb. It felt very comforting in a way. “Oh, come on sweetie, don’t be like that. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be so calm now.”

He did have a point. You were practically about to lose your mind if it wasn’t for him. He knew exactly what to do to calm you down.

You rolled your eyes and said, “Okay, I guess you’re right. I would’ve been such a mess without you—”

“Can you say that again for me, love? I didn’t hear you the first time.”

Okay, now he is just toying with you. It’s rare that you admit to something that he is right about. He just loves every second of this and was practically patronizing you.

“Don’t make me say it again. This is all embarrassing as is…”

He puts his other hand on your chin and lifts your head to look up at him.

“But that’s exactly why I asked you to say it again. I love seeing you all flustered for me.”

He leans down and whispers in your ear, “It makes you look kinda cute.”

That alone sent shivers down your spine.You start to feel goosebumps spreading all over your body. You knew that he was such a flirt when it came to you, but this one takes the cake. Something about the way his voice remained so calm and composed was doing something to you.

Especially to you down there.

You start to squeeze your thighs to try and suppress all these mixed emotions you were feeling. You didn’t want Donghyuck to know how much of an effect he has on you. But it was only a matter of time before he noticed.

He leans back away from your ear and starts to look right back at you.

“What's wrong, sweetheart? You don’t look so good now. Don’t tell me I’m starting to get to you.”

“WHAT, NO! I’m just starting to feel hotter than before.”

I mean you were right. It was probably 30 minutes since the elevator stopped moving and the A/C got cut off from the electricity. The only thing that works is the backup light that’s allowing the both of you to see each other right now.

He got up and said, “Yeah, you’re right. It's gotten pretty hot in here since the power went out. I wish this stupid elevator would start moving again.”

He started to pace back and forth with what little space you guys had. He would occasionally try to cool off by lifting his shirt to fan himself. He even used it once to wipe off the sweat on his face. You acted like you weren’t looking, but sometimes you would glance at him. You saw that he had a little happy trail, and his lower body seemed to be pretty toned. To top it all off, he looked like he was starting to get a little bit frustrated, and that made him look even more hot.

God, why does he look so attractive right now?

Maybe it was the heat of this elevator starting to get into your head, but you didn’t know how long you could resist him. You start to squeeze your thighs again but are caught by him.

“HAH, I see what you’re doing here. I knew you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back much longer. It was only a matter of time before you—”

You got up off the ground and made your way over to him. Your faces close together, you can feel the tension between the two of you.

“Listen here, Donghyuck, you didn’t catch me doing shit. I was just squirming around because I’m anxious to get out of here, alright?”

His whole aura changed, and he had this sinister look on his face and gave you a smirk. He started walking towards you, which made you walk backward. You proceeded in this motion until you fell back onto the wall of the elevator, holding onto one of the railings. He tilted his head and gave you a little smirk. He had one of his hands wrapped around the side of your neck and said in a husky tone,

“Then why are you getting so defensive about it, pretty girl?”

That did it for you. Not only did he make you feel flustered, but he was starting to turn you on. As you were about to close your thighs again, he quickly placed his knee in between your legs.

“Not so fast. It won’t be that easy for you this time. Just admit it, you want me.”

Fuck. He had you wrapped around his finger and slowly started to give up on your self-control. I mean, how could you blame yourself? His wet, long brown hair almost covered his face, to seeing the outline of his whole body from his shirt, how could you not resist him?

You were at your breaking point.

“P-please, just—”

"Mhm, what was that, princess? I can't hear you," he taunted. Oh, he was starting to love this even more now. He enjoyed seeing you begin to plead for him, becoming such a mess because of him.

“Please touch me.”

“Mhm, there's my pretty girl. You’ve become so needy for me, haven’t you?”

You were too embarrassed to say anything, so all you could do was nod your head. He didn’t like that very much and began to shift his thigh upward, his touch grazing at your core. You let out a small whimper in response and threw your head back,

“I asked you a question, baby. I suggest you use your words before I just don’t give you what you want.”

Oh, he was too good at this.

“F-fuck yes… I need you so bad right now. P-please touch—”

Before you can say anything, he starts to gently kiss you on the lips. He was taking this slow on purpose to try and get to you. He knows you would want it rough and fast, but since you practically have all of the time in the world now, he wants to get the best out of it. You both start passionately kissing each other. Your tongues intertwine, and you begin to moan into his mouth.

“Mhm, since you’ve been so good to me, I want you to start grinding on my thigh love.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice.

You start to grind your clothed pussy on his denim jeans. You started to kiss again, but he had other plans and started going lower onto your neck. He begins to start sucking and kissing all over you. All you could do was wince and whimper for him. He would even flex his thigh to catch you off guard which elicited a moan. You were completely at his mercy now. You started to grind a little too fast, and he wrapped his hand around your neck.

“Woah, slow down, baby. What’s the rush? We’re not going anywhere anytime soon and we have some time on our hands. So let’s make the most out of this, okay?”

Even in such a stressful situation like this, he still manages to make you feel calm and safe around him. You almost forget that the two of you were actually stuck in an elevator. You felt so lost in your own little world with him.

You nodded your head as you started to slow down your pace, becoming more gentle. You were savoring every moment of pleasure. He wanted to have a little more fun, so he pulled down the straps of your dress, inadvertently exposing your chest. Feeling embarrassed, you tried to look away, but he gripped your jaw with his hands.

"Oh honey, you're not going to keep your eyes off of me anymore tonight. If you do it one more time, I will stop all of this right now. You don’t want that, right?"

"No, I-I'm sorry, and it won't happen again-"

"Good because I'm not going to hold back anymore. Especially when I do this-”

He starts to kiss and suck on one of your boobs, eliciting a loud moan from you that was practically a scream. However, you maintain eye contact with him the whole time. With his other hand, he squeezes and twists the other one, intensifying your pleasure. He was making you feel so good right now, and you were loving every second of it.

You don't want it to end.

Then he moves to the other boob and does the same thing. Meanwhile, you're still grinding on his thigh, leaving a wet spot on his jeans. You feel like you're getting very close to climax. He notices and decides to change positions; now your backside is facing him, and you were bent over. You use a railing for support and give him a needy look over your shoulder.

He looked down at his jeans and noticed the mess you left on them.

"Wow, you’re already such a desperate slut for me. You leave your juices all over my pants." He gave you a loud smack on your ass.

"Now I’m going to have to wash them later because of the little mess you made. God, you’re so pathetic."

Something about him using such degrading words turned you on even more than before.

He starts to lower his jeans, and you can see the outline of his dick protruding through his boxers. You feel an instant pang in your stomach, almost like a surge of nervousness was washing over you.

"Do you like what you see, sweetheart? My eyes are up here, you know," he said in a playful tone, snapping you out of it. You begin to push your ass back onto his crotch, but he grabs you by the hips and stops you.

"Oh, you thought I was going to fuck you right now? Baby, you and I both know it wasn't going to be that easy." He wore such a condescending look on his face, finding so much amusement in teasing you.

"W-what are you going to do then?"

"Oh, well, I'm glad you asked."

He pushed your chest against the wall, your exposed breasts touching the cold surface. Slowly, he began to lift up your dress, revealing everything down there. He could see the wet spot you left on your panties.

"Why, would you look at that? God, you look so pretty for me, love."

You secretly loved it when he used such endearing names towards. You were starting to melt for him. He lowered one of his hands to your wet core and gently began to rub your clit. You didn't care how loud you were being; you started to moan out his name. You couldn't hold yourself back when it came to him. He wanted to join in on the fun too and used his other hand to take out his cock from his boxers. He started to stroke himself as he was pleasuring you. He even took it a step further and shoved his fingers into your dripping, aching cunt. You started to scream out for him. He was making you feel good in all the right places. He was practically a natural at this.

"F-fuck, Hyuck, you make me feel so good. P-please don’t stop-"

When you started to call him by the little nickname you gave him, he was going to lose it. He started pumping into his dick faster and moving his fingers harder into your core. Something about the way you said that made him start to go insane.

"Mhm, I love it when you call me that. Say it again."

You knew that he wasn't messing around anymore because his tone wasn't as soft-spoken as before. He was very stern and adamant about what he wanted.

"Hyuck, I-I’m getting very close, p-please let me-"

As you said that, the elevator started to move again, but Donghyuck wasn't slowing down at all.

"Ahh, what are you doing? We have to stop before anyone sees-"

He shoved his fingers deeper into your core.

"I don’t care if anyone fucking sees us, princess. You’re not leaving here until you cum all over my fingers."

You couldn't help but wonder if he was actually insane. What if someone was waiting for the elevator on our floor? What if it was someone you knew? The embarrassment and humiliation you would feel being caught in such a position...

You nodded your head in response, feeling closer to the edge. He was on the brink of finishing too. He kept going faster and faster, and the dinging noises of the elevator going to the next floor made the situation even more nerve-wracking than it already was.

Eventually, you both finished at the same time, letting out loud moans. He came all over your ass and tried not to leave a mess on the floor. You both quickly adjusted yourselves; you pulled the straps of your dress up and lowered it back down to your knees. Before you knew it, you arrived at your floor. When you opened the door, you were greeted by one of your former classmates.

"Oh hey, I wouldn't use the elevator if I was you. We were just stuck in there for the past hour."

You tried to play it off cool, acting like nothing ever happened, and luckily she listened to you and went straight back into her room. You let out a sigh of relief and gave an annoyed look back at him.

"Hyuck, I can't believe you almost let us get caught like that. What if she saw us-"

He wrapped his arms around your waist and whispered in your ear, "Honey, let's be honest here, even if we were caught, you wouldn't care anyway."

He always knew what to say to send shivers down your spine. You were too stunned to say anything because a little part of you knew that he was right.

"Whatever, I'm going to my dorm now." You started to walk away from him, making your way over to your place, and he was tailing behind you.

"Wait, does this mean I can spend the night with you?"

You stopped walking, and he almost bumped into you.

"I mean, yeah, after all the shit that just went down between us, why wouldn't I?"

He gave you a smirk, hugged you tightly, and started kissing all over your face, being annoying as usual.

"THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS, I REALLY MEAN IT-"

"Okay, I get it, damn, now we're here."

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

You arrived at your dorm, and you both put all your stuff down. You took all his wet clothes and put them in the dryer, offering him some of your clothes to wear for the time being. Luckily, you had some baggy clothes that he could fit him. He later realized that you don’t even have a couch in your dorm.

“Hey, where am I supposed to sleep if you don’t even have a couch?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. I had to switch dorms because my old roommate was a pain, and some of my stuff is still coming, so you're going to have to sleep in the bed, and I’ll stay in my new roommate's room. She's usually at her boyfriend's and wouldn’t mind if I crash there tonight-”

He grabbed your hand to stop you from going out of the room.

“I want you to stay here with me.”

You glanced back at him, noticing that he had that same intense look in his eyes as before when you were in the elevator. It was almost as if he was craving you, and now you’re starting to feel intimidated by him.

“U-um, alright, I will stay.”

He lets go of your hand but grabs you and places you on your bed. Now he's hovering over you, gazing down at you. His hand gently begins to stroke your cheek.

“Good, because I wanted to finish what I started with you.”

You felt goosebumps all over your body. He even said it in that husky tone again, and he knows what he's doing, talking to you like that. He's beginning to see right through you and know all the things that you like. One thing about him is that he is very observant of you.

Even before all this happened, throughout your daily life, he wanted to learn everything about you. Your likes, dislikes, favorite movies, etc. When it comes to you, he wants to know every little detail about you.

Now he's learning, and he knows how to turn you on.

He starts to make out with you again, pushing both of your arms down into the bed. You start to quiver and whimper underneath him. You feel a faint smile play on his lips as he passionately kisses you, his lips trailing down to kiss all over your neck. Your body trembles at the sensation of his breath on your neck as he starts to suck and nibble on it. His hands begin to explore your body, caressing you slowly.

You still couldn’t believe that all of this is happening right now. Just a second ago, you were basically at each other’s throats, and now he's on top of you, taking control and having his way.

He slowly pulls down the strap of your tank top, exposing your chest to him. He stops biting and just admires the view, caressing one of them in his soft hands.

“God, your tits are so amazing. Makes me just want to-”

He wastes no time once again and aggressively latches onto your other boob with his mouth. You let out such a loud moan that you want to cover it up, but you can't because he's still pinning your hands down. With his free hand, he gropes and squeezes your other breast, twisting and turning your nipple. You're practically screaming with pleasure.

He continues doing the same thing but moves onto the other boob and switches places. He's overstimulating you to the max right now, and you're loving it so much. Hyuck knows exactly what he's doing and knows all the things that drive you crazy.

He can't hold back anymore, and he stops everything he's doing. He lowers your shorts and panties, pulling them past your ankles. He lowers his sweatpants in the process too, staring directly down at your drenched pussy.

“Oh honey, I didn’t know I had this much of an effect on you. You're starting to leak down onto the sheets-”

He lowers his face into your thighs and gently kisses all over them.

“It’s kinda cute honestly…”

He says all this while having the most hungry look on his face. His kissing starts to become biting as he wants to mark up your thighs. He always had an obsession with them and would always stare at them no matter what. He revels in bliss now as his head is surrounded by them. He doesn’t waste another minute and starts to lick at your cunt.

You start to whimper and moan from how good he's making you feel. He sensually licks and sucks on your clit, making you see stars in this moment. He starts to become feral and begins to lap up your pussy way faster than before. Your moans start to become screams of pleasure. He feels himself become hard for you and lowers his hand into his boxers, stroking himself and getting off to your moans. He loves hearing how good he makes you feel. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, but he smacks your thighs so you can look at him.

“Mhm, this isn’t going to work if you don’t keep your eyes on me, love. I want to see you become so desperate for me.”

You shook your head and kept eye contact with him. One thing about Hyuck is no matter what, his eyes will be locked onto yours. You start to squeeze your thighs around his head and he begins to moan and whimper for you. The vibrations of all the noises he was making on your cunt, were making you feel close to cumming. You grabbed onto his hair and shoved him deeper into your pussy. You were on the edge and didn’t want any of this to stop.

“I-Im close…”

“F-fuck then cum for me.”

He quickens the pace of his tongue with vigor, and you tighten your thighs around him as you climax, releasing all over his face. He licked up all of your juices and didn’t waste a single drop. But you noticed that he stopped touching himself and you wondered why he did.

He rises from beneath you and pins your legs back, rubbing his hard cock against your pussy. Using your juices, he coats his dick and begins to stroke himself in front. You gave him a look of desperation and started to feel more needy than before.

“Shit, I love when you look at me like that princess. Let me just-”

It all happened so fast.

He uses both of his hands to pin you down onto the bed and starts to pound himself into you. You were overstimulated because not only did he finger you, he gave you the most mind-blowing head and now he is fucking himself into you.

Can this night get any better?

You began to moan out his name, which only spurred him on to stroke more roughly and faster. He loved the way you said his name as you moaned for him.

“Aww, you like this a lot don’t you baby?”

“Mhm y-yyes, please don’t stop-”

He gave you a smirk and immediately slowed down his pace. Now he was just toying with you. You whine in frustration and start to become a mess with all his teasing. He just let out a laugh and loved messing with you.

“God you look so needy right now. You should see the look on your face, it’s priceless.”

“S-stop it and just-”

“You know what?”

He switches positions, making you bend over on the bed, and now you're facing the mirror in the corner of your room. You can see him approaching you from behind, and he has his big hands wrapped around your waist. He kneels down into your ear and says,

"Maybe I should make you look at yourself. You like it this way, don’t you, pretty girl?"

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you instantly arch your back. He immediately gives your ass a hard slap, eliciting a moan from you.

"You didn’t answer my question, love. Do you like it like this?”

“Y-yes I do. Can you just fuck me already?”

You see the smirk on his face, and you know that this is all about to be over real soon. He shoves his dick back into you, fucking you even faster than before. He uses one hand to pull on your hair, making you look into the mirror in front of you. You love how you could see everything that was going on—the way he contorts his face as he pounds himself deep into your cunt. He even starts moaning your name loudly. He struggles to stay focused on you in the mirror because of the sensation of your grip on his cock.

“Fuck baby, I love the way you feel around me.”

That sparked a sinful idea in your head.

"Oh yeah?" You smirked at him, and he knew you were up to no good. You began to fuck yourself back into him. He practically whines for you to keep going. He even stopped moving and let you do all the work.

"Mhmm, do you like it when I do this, Hyuck?

“Fuck yes baby, keep going for me please.”

You start to slow down, just as he did before to you.

Teasingly, you say, "And what if I don't want to anymore? I could just stop—"

"Oh no, you're not,"

He shoves your face down into the sheets and begins to fuck you into the bed. Your moans and cries are muffled, and he doesn't want to waste any more time. He's on the brink of climax, and he knows deep down that you are too. He feels your pussy start to convulse around him. He grips your hair and pulls you onto his cock. Your mouth was agape, and you were screaming out his name.

"Now, baby, I'm close. I want you to cum with me."

You nodded, and both of you began to lose yourselves in each other's embrace. His strokes became more sloppy and rough. You both reached the edge and finished at the same time. You both rode out your orgasms until you both felt satisfied with each other. He came so much that he had to spray the rest all over your back and ass.

For a moment, he tried to process all that had occurred in the past couple of hours. He felt so happy and relieved that he was finally able to do all this with you. You're all he thinks about, and giving you pleasure made him feel really good.

You were in such a dazed state that you couldn’t even say anything and just lay back down on the bed. But immediately, he carried you into the bathroom and started to clean you up. You felt comforted that he took the initiative to take care of you after all that happened. It made you feel bad that you were mean to him in the first place. After he cleaned you all up, he changed the sheets on your bed. You put on some new pajamas and climbed back into bed with him. He had you wrapped around his arms as you lay into his chest. You could feel his heartbeat soothing you. He started to lightly stroke your hair, and you felt relaxed.

"Hey, I wasn't too rough with you or anything, right? I just get so carried away when it comes to you," he said.

You looked up at him and gave him a sincere smile.

"You weren't too rough with me at all. If anything, I wouldn’t mind if you were rougher with me next time!"

"Oh, next time? You would want to do this again?" he asked.

God, why did you have to say that? Now he's never going to let this down.

"Y-yeah, I do. And I want to say that I’m sorry for treating you like such an asshole in the past, especially earlier tonight. All you ever do is treat me well, and I just—"

He instantly silences you by grabbing your face with both of his hands and kissing you. It feels genuine, and he even lightly strokes your face with his thumb.

"It's okay, really. I know I can be annoying sometimes, and I should apologize for that. I will admit, sometimes I would go too far with teasing you too."

"Oh, really now? I won’t ever forget all the times you used to cockblock me," you tease.

He lets out a chuckle and says, "Hey, I was doing you a favor. All those other guys would've been terrible for you anyway. They wouldn't treat you right like I would."

You rolled your eyes and let out a laugh.

"Yeah right. How about you take me out on a date and prove it to me."

He had a shocked look on his face and started to let out a smirk.

"Oh, sweetie, are you asking me out now?"

You start to feel flustered all over again.

"U-um, yeah, unless you don’t want to—"

He gave you another kiss on the lips, and you could practically feel his excitement.

"Hell yeah, I want to go out with you! I’ve been waiting for the day for you to come to your senses," he exclaims eagerly.

You let out a little laugh and said, "God, what am I going to do with you, Hyuck?"