#park jisung x male reader

[star-suh]

mark (but not lee)

park jisung x male reader

cw: jealous sex, dom-ish top jisung, fwb relationship, marking kink, breeding kink, degradation, dumbification, overstimulation, spanking, rough sex, idol au, y/n is in a group, porn with not so much plot, bit of praising, kinda fluff-ish at the end.

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it was the end of an award show, all the groups were in stage saying goodbyes and greeting fans, y/n was giggling and being so touchy with other idols without realizing that this was making a certain idol jealous, park jisung, who decided to walk towards him and give him a hug "see you in the dressing room when this ends" he whispered sending shivers down y/n's spine. 

what started as a friends with benefits agreement escalated quickly to a one-sided love by jisung. unbeknownst to him that it wasn’t one-sided at all.

“i'm here.. what do you want?”.

“watch your tone slut.. why so bratty all of a sudden?” asked jisung with a smirk plastered on his face “you don't want my cock” he grabs his bulge “or maybe you've already taken one up your tight, warm hole” he snickered.

“jisung what the fuc-” the top grabbed y/n by the arm throwing him towards a table and then locking his hand around y/n's neck “i saw you out there being so touchy with some idols. i bet you were begging them to fuck your greedy whore hole like the cocksleeve you are” the degradation going directly towards y/n's dick.

jisung felt something poking his stomach “woah.. you truly are a dirty whore who gets off by others telling you how you're nothing but a sex toy to be used as we see fit” he licked his lips.

sounds of skin slapping echoed in the dark room, y/n's moans being muffled by jisung's fingers deep inside his mouth. “tell. me. who. you. belong. to” every word accompanied by a harsh thrust, “answer me fucking slut”. “you~.. park ji-jisung” y/n somehow managed to said with jisung's fingers still in his mouth.

jisung had you folded up on the table, holding y/n's ankles down with his knees near his head, slamming his hips into y/n so hard drawing whimpers from the bottom's mouth “this way you would always remember that i own you. your hole belongs to me and i'm the only one allowed to pump you with cum, is it clear?” he slapped y/n's cheek. “yeshh~ only youu~” drool spilling out of the dumbified y/n's mouth.

“so dumb for my cock” he whispers, kissing y/n next. this time jisung had y/n in a mating press position thrusting in and out, but everytime he pulled out he made sure to go in as hard as he could, destroying that tasty hole. “look at this gaping hole such a pretty sight” jisung watched how the hole clenches “this hole is so inviting and i can't deny it” he spat inside the hole watching how it goes down the hole disappearing seconds later “you make me so fucking horny” he grunted while his hand landed on y/n's ass, leaving a red hand mark on the ass cheek, repeating the same process again and again until the ass was in a bright red color. 

y/n came after all that spanking, his cum dripping down his shaft, “s-so m..uch~” the overstimulation hitting him so he tried to stop jisung but his pleas were in vain. “aww it's my slutty boy tired? yeah?” he pouted in a mocking way caressing y/n's cheek “but i haven't cum yet. and as the good boy you are i know you're gonna let me use you until i'm satisfied right?”, y/n wanting it to end quickly just nodded and with a sloppy kiss they sealed the deal.

the next minutes jisung went wild fucking and growling as he was an animal leaving marks and bites across y/n's body, except those ‘risky'parts, to reaffirm his position as y/n's owner. “you look so pretty with all those marks on your body don't you think so?” once again y/n just nodded because of how tired he was “soo~ pretty…” he smiled. deep down he loved jisung's possessive behavior in the sex.

finally jisung came inside the abused hole making sure it reaches as deep as he could. he then pulls out, using his veiny hand he slapped and fingered the hole “c'mon baby push it out” he hurries y/n by kissing him in the neck “do it for me pretty boy.. c'mon” jisung then puts a third finger inside the abused hole “holy shit!” yelled y/n squirting all the cum inside him, staining part of the table and the floor he does that a few times more “it was… a lot~” he pants.

“yeah but you did so well tonight. i'm so proud of you” both then kissed and got ready to dress and leave the room that stank of sex and cum..

“you were so wild back there” y/n commented in their ride back to the dorms “i'm sorry” jisung replies “it's just.. it's just that i was a bit jealous” he added.

“but why would you be jealous… it's not like we're something” y/n said that last part in a low tone but jisung heard it. “i wish we were something tho” he says while looking out of the window, the street lights highlighting his beautiful face. “wait what? what do you mean?” said y/n surprisingly. jisung sighed “i love you y/n”. both make eye contact and y/n grabs jisung hands “why didn't you tell me before?”. “i-i didn't want to say it and then scared you and have to watch you walk away from me... i really love you a lot and when i see you with someone else i get jealous because deep down i wish that was m–” he was interrupted by y/n's lips locking with his, “i love you too silly” y/n said and then both laughed while touching foreheads “you just made me so fucking happy y/n. wanna eat something?” jisung asked caressing y/n's cheeks. 

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[mins-fins]

orbit of yours !

"power couple, really?" "you have to listen to me!"

synopsis: park jisung has always admired you. hardworking, effortlessly beautiful, talented, humble— you're pretty much the personification of the word 'perfect' (you would disagree though), but your relationship has never gotten past "admirers that occasionally exchange words", so jisung has vanquished the idea of possibly being in love with you because of your lack of interactions, he's just an avid admirer of yours! so when a few accidents and mishaps force (more like drive) the two of you to be in the same room more than you ever had in the past, the idea doesn't just remain a random fantasy crafted by jisung's mind, it becomes reality.

pairing: park jisung x male!reader

genre: high school au, acquaintances to friends to lovers, photographer!reader x soccer player!jisung, fluff, kinda comedy (im not funny), mutual pining, literally no angst, fast burn lowkey, sungchan helps reader realize his feelings and it's hilarious

warnings: swearing, mentions of burnout, oblivious bitches deny their feelings for a good 10k words, this is fucking cheesy, the nightmare which is senior year

word count: 12.2k

notes: GOOD LORD IT IS FINALLY DONE! i don't wanna be overdramatic or anything but this is genuinely one of my most favorite works ever, if you couldn't tell i am VERY jisung biased and im so happy to finally be done with this because it's honestly been so fun to write 🙁 i didn't beat the xiaojun fic in terms of words but this the second longest fic i have ever written and for my jisung debut its impressive that there is absolutely NO ANGST here, i'm just very proud of myself for this and i hope people like reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it.. this is for all the park jisung lovers 👍

"WHEN WILL YOU ACTUALLY GET A PARTNER?" chenle asks the question so many times that jisung assumes the sentence has been programmed into his brain. what is it— like the 3rd time this week? he thinks chenle might be more obsessed with his love life than he is with actual important things, like college, graduation preparations, his role as a member of the student council, anything but jisung's uneventful love life, because that was probably the least interesting thing going on in his own life at the moment. "come on jisungie! i heard aejung has a crush on you!" he lets out a familiar groan, giving his friends a 'cut it out' look. "i don't really care about that kind of stuff.."

he hears all the frustrated sighs from his friends, and jisung just chuckles. he knows about the many surprisingly many— people who find themselves attracted to him. he acknowledges the fact that he has a lot of admirers, that a lot of people would perceive themselves as lucky to be in a relationship with him, he isn't new to the idea at all, he doesn't really get what makes him so attractive, such an eyeopener to his fellow students, but he mostly accepts the gifts given to him by his so called "admirers" nonetheless, not wanting to make them disappointed.

now, he says mostly because there are just times where he has no choice but to turn them down. some people get into their own heads too much, and he doesn't want to give some of them false hopes by accepting their gifts. that happened once, where a girl thought the two of them were dating because he decided to accept her gift as a sign of appreciation, that's when jisung learned that he couldn't just accept any and all gifts given to him by admirers who so greatly wanted a chance with him. jisung isn't so concerned about gifts, he wants a person who will be psychically and emotionally present for him, not someone who'll just buy him random things.

"it's gotten a little annoying.. all the confessions" jisung mutters, closing the textbook he had been jotting in. "they're nice yeah but some people just take it too far" he finally finishes, earning some confused looks from his friends. he just shrugs, shoving the textbook he had previously been jotting in into his backpack.

"but you're just so boring!" chenle whines, pressing his cheek against jisung's shoulder. jisung doesn't even try shaking him off, knowing that any of his attempts will be useless. "come on! all these people who would love to be with you and your still a lonely little loser!"

"loser? oh come on!"

"you know i'm right!"

jisung scoffs, lightly shoving chenle. while yeah, it's nice to have a lot of people admire him, everyone expects him to do this and that and act a certain way. it's like they enjoy perpetuating a false image onto him rather than actually admiring him for who he really is, and jisung doesn't think he should give people like that the time of day, they piss him off more than anything.

he's a little lost in his thought when a familiar voice sounds in his ears, a couple of giggles following the sound. "you're too funny y/n!" one of them shouted, poking a familiar figure in the shoulder, and jisung's eyes fall on you immediately, as if on instinct. you were looking as you always did, a familiar dslr camera hanging from your neck, that polite smile on your face as your friend continues poking your shoulder.

lately, you'd been quite the topic of interest among your fellow schoolmates. now that's not abnormal at all, you somehow always manage to be the talk of the town in school, you could do the smallest thing and somehow people could still make huge talk about it.

jisung would never say it, not out loud or even in mutters to himself, but he's always held a unique admiration for you, one he doesn't think he could actually put into words. there's something about you that pulls jisung in, like your a magnet and he's an oblivious piece of metal, slowly getting closer and closer to you without being able to do anything about it.

everything about you is beautiful. your eyes are a beautiful brown color, your smile is a beautiful stretch that shows off your perfect white teeth, your hair is a beautiful mix of raven and brunette. oh, and your voice is so beautiful too, it's so soft, gentle, but also deep.

you're like an angel.

at least to jisung you are.

it's pretty funny, actually, your so wrapped up in your own things that you barely notice the sheer amount of people who want to date you. you don't acknowledge romantic advances a lot, and even when you do, it always ends in rejection. you talk a lot, and your words are always pure and witty, your laughter is natural, your smile is contagious.

but.. jisung doesn't like you. he only likes you in the friend kinda way, he just wants to be friends with you. you look nice! smell nice, dress nice, speak nice..

jisung knows a lot more about you than his friends do. despite the fact that the two of you have never officially deemed yourselves "friends", he's always known little facts about you, as you him. the two of you have been going to school together for seven years, so the idea of not knowing anything about each other seems ridiculous.

you're a photographer, your favorite color is blue, specifically lighter shades, your favorite subject is history, your lucky number is 2 because of your birthdate being 02/02/02, your favorite flowers are daisies, you don't really enjoy sports, but if you were to choose one to play, it'd be baseball, and you want to go to college for journalism.

but jisung can't say that he likes you, because even if you two know all these things about each other, you've never considered yourselves "friends", all you do is admire from afar—

and when you do interact, it's just short and sweet sentences exchanged between you two, mostly because the both of you are so busy, that you can't afford to just stop and talk. sometimes, jisung wishes his life was just a little less hectic and he could stop and talk to you, because that's what he wants to do.

"what's with you?" jisung immediately yelps as chenle flicks his forehead, and he resists the urge to punch the older in the face. "gawking at y/n? really?"

"i'm not—" jisung hates that he feels his face burn. "i'm not gawking, i'm just.. i was just looking at him".

"looking at him with hearts in your eyes".

jisung scoffs at chenle's audacity, as if he wasn't doing exactly that a good few minutes ago. he would never admit it out loud before, so why should he admit it now? he'd never live it down if anybody ever found out..

"you know.." chenle begins, tapping his finger onto the desk in front of him. "you two would be a great couple" and the words are enough to make jisung roll his eyes once again. "a power couple!"

"power couple, really?" jisung raises an eyebrow, chenle never fails to say something that confuses him. he finds the words to be ridiculous, but his reaction just seems to make chenle even more giddy, because he continues;

"you have to listen to me!" chenle persists, and jisung is about to check out of the conversation completely.

"y/n is a photographer for sports journalism, you play soccer, you've known each for what.. ever? he's pretty, you clearly have the hots for him—"

"i do not!" jisung immediately yells in rebuttal, much louder than he wanted to. "yeah he's.. cute but anyone with eyes can see that, i'm not in love with him or anything".

chenle raises an eyebrow, suspicious, but jisung remains stubborn, crossing his arms as he averts his gaze from his best friend.

yes, you are cute, anybody with two functioning eyes can see that.

"i think park jisung might have a crush on you".

at the words, you look up from your camera, meeting eyes with your close friend, sungchan. you blink, as if dumbfounded, then snicker. "park jisung? are you trying to boost my ego or something?"

you know park jisung, you know about how probably half the students in this room dream of having a chance with him. so many people like park jisung, so many people want park jisung.

and if you think about it, you can't exactly blame them for that..

"don't laugh! i'm serious! he looked like he was about to devour you, did you see his eyes!?"

the words just get another laugh out of you, the words seem ridiculous in your eyes, because why would park jisung, beautiful, talented, striking park jisung have a crush on you? in your eyes, your pretty much nothing to him.

"okay.. why would park jisung ever be interested in me?" you ask, rearranging your camera as you raise an eyebrow at sungchan, who simply deadpans at you, that familiar 'are you serious?' look in his eyes.

"okay let me see, your smart, pretty, everyone likes you at this point, also— the two of you are pretty much perfect for each other! you'd be a power couple!"

you furrow your eyebrows, a power couple? you'd never heard that phrase used to talk about somebody your friends had been "shipping" you with, your not even sure if you can even consider yourself friends with jisung, because the two of you can never actually talk to each other without someone coming up and interrupting the interaction.

you'd love to just be able to talk to park jisung, just the two of you, one on one.

"power couple? that's funny.."

"you think everything is funny" ironically, you laugh at your friends words. "this could be like— your only chance at having an actual romantic connection with someone".

"i don't care that much about romance, chan" you muse, humming as you turn off your camera. your eyes wander over to jisung, who is very much distracted by something stupid chenle is saying, he's laughing about something, laughing hard too.

there is no reason for him to look so pretty as he laughs like a maniac..

he's cute, you say in your mind, he is absolutely adorable.

"WHAT DID YOU GUYS GET ON THAT STATISTICS TEST FOR SONG?" a boy from the same year and member of the soccer team along with jisung inquired. they sat on the bleachers in front of field, watching as the baton club practices. they have to practice this week, unfortunately, so jisung's schedule had become tight and packed, he barely had any free time these days, it was all exams, college tours, last minute extracurriculars, and practice, practice, practice. "i got a b plus" one of his classmates responds, the other responded; "i got a b on mine". jisung was very far removed from the current conversation, his eyes on a familiar trio of sports journalists on the other side of the field, a trio which included you, mesmerizing you. he sees you often these days, with that same dslr camera around your neck, a pretty smile stuck on your face.

"you, jisung! what score did you get?" one of his classmates asks, but jisung was occupied, so he didn't answer. a tap on his shoulder makes jisung snap out of his staring fit, and he blinks a few times, assessing where he is. "what?"

"we were asking about the marks on the recent statistics test!"

"ah" jisung presses his lips together. "i got an a plus" he says the words casually, but it causes for a cheer to be sounded by his fellow classmates, who shook him and slapped his back supportively.

"you're so smart jisungie!"

the praise from his classmates get a smile out of jisung, but he isn't focusing on that, his attention is on you. even with how your across the field, he can clearly see all of your features, the sun shining on your face makes you look majestic, like an actual angel, jisung isn't sure why he's even focusing so much on your face, but he can't focus on anything else, because his eyes just naturally always wander over to you.

"will this ever finish?" you inquire, pertaining to the baton club, who were still on the field even after they were supposed to get off. "i'm supposed to take photos of the soccer players for my editorials.." you mutter, it'd be horrible if you couldn't even deliver on the promise you made to your superiors.

"they're probably going to split the field" your fellow sports journalist, taehyun says. a small groan escapes your lips, you're annoyed, you hope this doesn't interfere with the photos you have to take, it'd be horrible if you just ended up doing the same thing all over again. "see? baton club is taking one side and the soccer team takes the main area because they need to start practicing now".

"they look so cute! i've always wanted to be apart of the soccer team!" lee sohee exclaims, and you turn towards him, a look of interest on your face. he attentively watches the boys, humming to the song that's playing. "why didn't you join them then?" you inquire, interest peaked.

sohee smiles at you, readjusting his camera and fixing his posture. "i enjoyed writing the editorial articles more" he shrugs. "wanted to try out but i missed the tryouts because eunseok hyung would have killed me if i missed anton's recital" at the words, you laugh, used to the behavior from the older boy.

"maybe next year".

"you'd fit in perfectly!" taehyun muses, and sohee brightens up, seemingly loving the words.

"really!? that's what seunghan tells me too!" he cheers at the words, looking proud of himself. "i'd look cute in that uniform though.."

you chuckle at sohee's word, finding him to be absolutely adorable. "yeah, you definitely would" you ruffle his hair, smiling at the giggle which sounds from the boy.

"i'm gonna go get a closer look at them" you say, motioning towards the soccer team. taehyun nods and watches as you get closer to the field, not super close, but close enough that your camera can capture a good view of the soccer team. you narrow your eyes, pointing your camera at the busy boys who are doing their usual routine, the viewfinder shows jisung in all his glory.

you take pictures, zooming in and out. you don't mean to put all the focus on jisung, he's just too alluring to not be the center of attention. he's such a natural, he's just so amazing, you can't not focus on him.

[click.]

and another shot, another one as jisung scores the goal. jisung's posture was perfect, his back straight, chin high as he wore an angelic smile. jisung hears the clicking of the camera, and looks to his left to see you, in the viewfinder you see jisung looking in your direction, you pause for a moment and notice a baton heading straight towards him.

"jisung watch out!" you yell, at the words, he tilts his head.

you quickly take the strap of the camera off your neck, throwing it until it landed right beside your fellow journalists, who looked as confused as jisung did. you ran as fast as you could, grabbing jisung's wrist and pulling him close to you.

the baton managed to hit the ground instead, and jisung shrieks as he loses his balance, toppling forward. he quickly grabs onto the closest thing to him.

you.

you lowered your arms to catch jisung, and you feel him hold onto the sleeves of your blazer, one of your arms on his stomach, the other on his waist. all his weight was in your arms, causing for you to lose balance too.

"shit—" you swear, falling onto your back. jisung fell on top of you, the grass tickling his skin. your back immediately hits the grass, and your head hits the ground softly, but your arms remain around jisung. jisung's hands were still on your arms, his upper body laid on top of yours, his head was buried into your shoulder, and he was sat in between your legs.

jisung takes a sharp breath, a look of worry quickly flashes in his eyes as he sees you. "holy shit y/n are you okay!?" jisung asks, pulling away from your prior position and you sit up, opening your eyes to meet his worried ones. jisung kneels, leaning closer to you as he cups your cheeks with his hands. "did you get hurt? is your head okay!?" he asks, or yells, turning your head to inspect for any signs of wounds. you just stare at him, his bangs that messily lay against his forehead, his eyes that glimmered under the sunlight, and his pink lips that you totally just want to lean over and touch with your own.

"yeah.." you whisper, your cheeks squished from the force of jisung's hands.

jisung stops turning your head and sighs. "are you sure?" he asks, still holding your face. you nod, placing one of your hands on jisung's, his are soft, yours are rough, you note. you move his hand and smile. "i'm alright don't worry" you respond, still holding jisung's hand. jisung pursues his lips, and he extends his hand out, pulling you up from the ground. you let go of his hand, dusting off your pants.

"jesus y/n" taehyun's voice sounds from behind you, and you finally glance away from jisung, eyes focused on your friend. "are you okay? your not injured are you?"

"i'm fine.." you mumble again, blinking as taehyun suddenly hands you your camera. ah, he'd picked it up for you. you take it, inspecting it to make sure it's not broken.

"is the camera okay?" jisung inquires, looking over your shoulder to stare at it.

luckily, it wasn't damaged because it had fallen on the soft grass. "it's still working" you respond, and the two boys beside you let out a sigh of relief, with taehyun placing a hand on his chest.

"jisung! come back here!" his coach quickly yells, jisung looks to you, then back to his teammates. "thanks, i owe you" he says before running back towards his group, fetching the soccer ball he'd left on the ground prior.

"wow your like a hero!" sohee exclaims, shaking your shoulder with a smile. you just let out a nervous laugh, scratching your arm. you give one last glance at jisung before you feel your face heat up excessively, so you quickly turn away, putting your camera back around your neck.

"we should go back in now" you say, you don't say any more words as you quickly make your way towards the doors. your friends blink, exchanging glances in confusion, but they quickly follow you back inside.

"y/n! wait up!"

jisung watches you three leave, feeling his heart racing against his chest.

what the hell just happened? he asks himself.

"jisung are you okay!?" a very familiar voice shrieks. jisung turns to meet his fellow teammate jooyeon, looking concerned as ever.

"i'm alright, thanks for asking" he answers, gaze lowering down to his nails, which he quickly starts picking.

"are you sure? you looked like you hit your head pretty hard" the younger boy, as always, just wants to make sure jisung isn't lying, he's genuine like that. he pokes jisung's forehead, as if he was inspecting him.

"seriously, i'm fine" jisung lowers his hand, giving him his default 'i'm okay' smile. "y/n cushioned the blow anyway.."

"you were so close to him!" jisung startles as keum donghyun comes out of nowhere. "how did it feel? was it like a dream come true?"

"i—" jisung is speechless, he closes his mouth and blinks a good seven times before even actually assessing the question.

how did it feel?

jisung doesn't know how to express it. he didn't want to think about it in that way because you'd just done such a good deed, you saved him from flying metal going straight towards his head, he shouldn't have been thinking about the lack of distance between you two, he shouldn't have been staring at your lips, and he shouldn't have been thinking about kissing you.

his face must be so unbearably red right now.

"don't ask that! it was just very abrupt.. also, i can't think of him like that! he saved me from a flying baton, i'm just grateful for him".

jooyeon hums in agreement, slapping donghyun's shoulder for him ever asking such a thing. "that's right, you should probably get him a token of appreciation or something".

jisung blinks, trying to imagine what he should ever gift you. he truly has no idea, he's not sure if he should go over and beyond, or just give you a little gift as to not intimidate you. "i can't really think of anything, i don't want to overwhelm him or something, he just wanted to do a nice thing.."

"i'm sure he'll be appreciative of anything!"

at the words, jisung just sighs, smiling.

what a hero, l/n y/n— you really are something, he thinks.

"yeah— i'll think about it".

"good! back to practice now!"

jisung doesn't think he will ever fully be able to focus on practice, though.

"YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'VE BEEN RAN OVER BY A TRAIN" the words from the older boy, yang jeongin, snap you out of your polaroid staring daze. you flinch just the slightest, eyes peeling away from the scattering pictures which litter your desk. you rub your eyes, clearing your throat as you quickly gather all of the photos on your desk, hoping the eye bags present on your face weren't completely obvious. knowing jeongin though, they were definitely obvious. "thanks for the kind words" you respond sarcastically, a small eye roll accompanying your words. the older boy snickers, situating himself beside you, a teasing smile on his face. he props his legs up, blinking at you. "seriously though, you look like you haven't slept in years, are you alright?"

"i'm as alright as someone looking to pursue journalism can be.." you mutter back, placing the photos which were previously on your desk into your backup, a small sigh escapes your lips. "all of my applications are still pending.."

"seriously? i assume you would've been accepted into any of those schools by now!"

"you know how it all goes, they get hundreds— heck, thousands of applications every day, i just have to be patient".

jeongin raises an eyebrow, then just shrugs at you, humming. "there's no need to worry, y/n, you'll get into a good school".

you chuckle at his words, he totally read your mind when it came to that. "i'm not worried about anything" you lie; "i'll be okay, i know".

but do you?

your absolutely tired the whole entire day, you tried your best to focus in your classes, but you couldn't help your head slipping down and the way you almost slipped off to dreamland whilst your teachers were asking you very much audible questions.

"did you sleep last night?" sungchan asks you in the middle of your afternoon break, poking your arm as if to wake up. "you look like a zombie.."

"i slept a few.. hours?" your tone is very much a questioning one, as if you didn't even believe your own words. "i don't know, i was too busy fighting with lin, apparently i'm not good enough at what i do to consider journalism".

paired with the lack of response to your several applications, you weren't having the best week, it was all becoming just a little too much for you.

graduation is just too far away..

"anyway! did you choose the photos you'll put in the editorial yet?"

you think, for a while. you felt as if you had stared at so many polaroids by this point, that they're probably going to start appearing in your dreams, with the lack of sleep, constant flashing of cameras and just news news news, you've really had no time to focus on other things.

"i haven't even found time to think about the editorial" you whine, a weary sigh escaping your lips as you think about how pissed off your higher up is gonna be if you almost miss the deadline once again. "is the deadline coming up?"

"well— is four days a close deadline for you?"

you gasp, loudly, almost throwing your camera across the hallway. "four days!? four days until the deadline seriously!?"

you usually aren't like this. you are usually very calm, cool, and collected, but your week has been just the definition of a shit storm, and everything just seems getting worse and worse.

"hey, it's okay!" sungchan immediately replies, hoping to reassure you. he places a hand on your shoulder, a smile coming to his face. "it's not like this is anything new, it'll all be fine, you only have to choose two pictures anyway".

you sigh, rubbing your temples. "yeah" you breath. "it'll be fine, fine" you repeat, nodding your head as you relax yourself.

the hallway is crowded, not crowded crowded, but crowded enough that you couldn't help but begin counting the heads around you.

your eyes get stuck on a familiar figure across the hall.

park jisung, smiling and laughing with his friends. you get lost in a trance of admiring him, even though you can clearly hear sungchan talking to you. all your attention is immediately on him, and a small smile spreads across your face as you observe him, being himself.

there is absolutely no reason for him to be so breathtaking while just talking with his friend!

you are so distracted, and you don't mean to get stuck in this little reverie as you stare at the boy that you totally do not have a crush on.

he hasn't really left your mind, instead of just floating around in there like he'd been before that whole prior incident, now he occupies a whole subsection of your mind in recent days. you could be with your other friends, and all of a sudden your mind would wander off to jisung, or you could be in class and he just pops into your head.

you never thought you'd be one to get distracted easily, but you've clearly been proven wrong by just the alluring aura of park jisung.

you startle when jisung turns your way, making eye contact with you. he smiles upon noticing you, his eyes practically lighting up, and he waves at you. your a little taken aback, but jisung doesn't wait to see you wave back, just turning back towards his friend and continuing his previous conversation.

"what was that?"

"what was what?"

you quickly look over at sungchan, who had just witnessed that whole entire scene. he looks at you like you just grew a second head, and your face begins to burn as the realization dawns on you.

"you and park jisung!?"

your quick to try and sputter out a response, but you shake your head, face excessively heating up, it's probably red at this very moment. "there is nothing going on between us!"

"that doesn't seem like nothing!"

you realize how guilty you look right now. with your red face and constant insistence that there is absolutely nothing going on, those are traits the guiltiest of people display, and it all just makes you look even more guilty with how your face gets even more red.

(you must look like you're dying right now).

"it's just a friendly exchange!"

"not while your looking at him with hearts in your eyes!"

he was completely calling you out, and he was right. you were staring at jisung like he was an angel that had graced your presence, you stare at him like he's a saint and everyone else doesn't matter, as if he's the only person in the room. "i— i wasn't! i was just zoned out and he just waved at me to say hi!"

sungchan narrows his eyes suspiciously at you, totally not buying it. "uh huh, sure" his voice conveys disbelief. "just know, i'm onto you y/n".

you nudge him in the shoulder, seriously wanting to change the topic. "yeah yeah whatever" you cross your arms as you mutter the words, you're sure if you take one more glance at jisung, you won't be able to look away, so you just clear your throat and walk the other way, face still red as sungchan teases you the whole entire time.

maybe if you glanced back, you'd see jisung watching as you left..

JISUNG WAS REALLY HOPING HE'D BE ABLE TO catch you before school dismissed. you two haven't genuinely had an actual talk since you saved him from the flying baton heading straight towards his head. all you two have done is give smiles, waves, and mutter small greetings to each other in the hallway. he had to admit, it upset him in just the slightest, because he really did want to just have a conversation with you (of course, he isn't exactly sure he'd be able to get through a conversation with you without blushing like a madman anyway), but your schedules just kept conflicting, so even catching a glimpse of you around the campus has become difficult for him to do.

he doesn't want to waste any opportunity he has in his hands—

"y/n!"

when jisung sees you across the hall, he realizes that he shouldn't take this chance for granted. you turn around at the call of your name, smiling as you see the others making his way towards you. jisung runs a hand through his hair, hoping he isn't making anything awkward. "jisung hi, do you need something?"

you smile politely at him, a smile so beautiful it seems like it could get rid of all the problems in the world. jisung loves your smile, he could stare at it for hours, is that creepy? he hopes it's not creepy..

"oh uh—" the words he'd been planning to say somehow get caught in his throat, but he clears his throat and proceeds. "i was wondering if i could walk you home?"

you blink, puzzled by the question. why would he want to walk you home? your mind begins to wander, trying to figure out why he'd want to do such a thing.

can't you just ask y/n? stop being an idiot..

"why?"

you don't mean for your words to come out that way, and you're almost afraid that you made jisung uncomfortable with your tone of voice, but he instead just smiles, squashing any of your bad thoughts. you love jisung's smile, you think it's underrated, so little people talk about it and the fact shocks you, you could probably compliment his smile for hours—

but that sounds just a little creepy.

"i just want to accompany you—" —and this is my only excuse to be around you— "do something nice for you after you did something nice for me".

the words make you pause. he's just.. so thoughtful huh? you've never heard of someone wanting to repay you for being nice, it's actually a little strange if you think about it.

"jisung you don't have to reward me for doing something nice.."

"it'd be great to walk with you, though, you make good company".

that's it? that's really it?

you're not sure why you're surprised about that, maybe it's just the idea that he literally searched for you just to say this, he truly just wants to walk you home, he truly just wants to spend time with you.

he thinks i make good company, just the thought alone is enough to make you giggle in your head. your inner thoughts sound ridiculous, but you can't help them.

"if you don't want me to it's totally oka—"

"no no no" you immediately cut into his sentence, hoping that didn't come off as desperate as it sounded. "i'm glad you offered to walk me home, i'd love to walk with you too".

you unsuccessfully try to mutter those last few words, a sudden shyness taking over you. jisung smiles, glad, no, elated at your agreement. he doesn't know why he's that happy, but he hopes it isn't clear and evident, he'd never live it down.

after bidding a goodbye to your friends, and telling sungchan you'd make sure to choose the photos for your editorials, you dragged jisung out of the school doors, much to your and jisung's surprise, as well as the shock of a few of your classmates, he made sure to eye the both of you suspiciously.

"what interested you in photography?"

a scene like this is something jisung thought he'd never get to, being able to talk to you, one on one. just the two of you sharing a simple conversation is what he's wanted for an uncharted amount of time, even with how straightforward it is, the two of you could never really find time to converse normally.

when jisung asks the question, you almost think you heard him wrong. he genuinely wants to know? in a way, you feel like you've always been just the slightest bit boring, yeah you wanna do journalism and love taking aesthetically pleasing photos but you've never considered what you do to be a talent by any means.

you pick at your fingers, looking down at the ground instead of at jisung. "it's an interest i picked up from my mother, i've always been shocked how she could just do that, you know? i love videography and stuff like that as well, i love how one can capture so much with just a single camera".

your words intrigue jisung, and he listened the whole entire way, not interrupting you once. he found a smile crossing his face at the clear display of passion for your creative work, he loves the way you put it into words. god if he didn't admire you before, he surely did now.

"what about you? you're pretty much good at everything, what drew you to the adrenaline rushing excitement of soccer?"

jisung pauses, allowing himself to let out a small snicker at the question. "i don't really enjoy soccer".

you raise an eyebrow. "oh?"

jisung laughs again, your tone of voice amusing him. "don't say it like that.. it's not that i hate it, i'm just not as into it like everyone expects me to be, i got onto the school team and i've been stuck there ever since" there isn't exactly distaste in jisung's tone, he just states it casually, like how it is. his voice is just simple, mundane, he doesn't dislike soccer, it's just not what he's looking forward to do.

you love his honesty.

"i'm into other things in a much more passionate sense, like dance, soccer is just a hobby" he finally finishes, pulling his sleeves over his arms as he avoids eye contact with you.

"so no professional soccer player park jisung?"

"i think i'll leave it to the other guy to be known for that".

you chuckle at his words, okay, he's funny (you knew that already, you just had to reiterate it in your head). god how can a guy be so perfect? you get why people are so into jisung, he's charming even without trying. you feel like the luckiest guy on earth knowing he asked to walk you home.

"y/n, i'm a very.." jisung pauses, as if trying to articulate the words he was about to say. "i really admire you a lot".

you almost lose it.

park jisung, beautiful, talented, hardworking park jisung admires you? he is an admirer of yours? you don't even know what to say, you try your best to sputter out a response but your brain is practically malfunctioning. your face goes red, and you go silent for a few minutes.

"i don't get it" is what you say, and jisung just cocks his head towards the side, observing you. "what's so admirable about me?"

"do you want a list?"

oh i'd love that. "i don't think you should waste your time".

"i wouldn't be wasting my time" jisung smiles, his gaze focused on you and only you, there's a way he's looking at you that keeps you still, unable to look away from him. "i never get the chance to tell you, i'd love to talk about everything i admire about you".

when did jisung get so bold? he'll never know where this random confidence came from, but he has an opportunity, he can't let it go to waste. he has to bring it up to you.

"what i do is nothing incredible—"

"i would disagree".

you should be angry that jisung interrupted you, but you found yourself smiling at his words. he's so generous, he doesn't have to tell you this, he doesn't have to compliment you like this, but he's doing it on his own accord, he wants to.

"okay then.. is it a good time to tell you that i also feel the same?"

jisung's ears go red, so red that it looks like smoke is gonna start pouring out of them. he is shocked, absolutely speechless. you admire him? does that mean he's gotten it all wrong these past few years? does that mean you return his feelings as well—

wait what?

"oh really?"

the prior confidence jisung had when telling you about his admiration has now all fizzled away, his voice almost cracks as he tries to register your words, and thank god it doesn't.

"it's kind of like what you said, you're amazing, a very admirable person, i know you don't really think of yourself like that but i do, and it's nice to be able to tell you up front".

jisung remains silent, but you don't mind, you just give him a smile and continue walking forward, allowing for him to catch up to you.

"is that actually true?"

"why would i lie to you?" you turn around, your whole body facing him. you begin walking backwards and wait for jisung's reply to your question. "don't give me that look".

jisung frowns, a playful one, he sends you a cute little glare that makes you giggle. he's absolutely adorable, you think in your head, he's the cutest person ever right now.

"you admire me?"

"yep".

"more than i admire you?"

"definitely, and don't even try to argue with me".

jisung opens his mouth to do exactly that, but you stop, turning around as you make it to the front of your house. "okay well, thank you for walking me home, ji".

jisung raises an eyebrow, noting down the nickname in his head. it's a common nickname, but he loves the way it sounds coming from you, he loves that you didn't just drop his full name.

"it's no problem.."

"i—"

you're cut off by the sound of the door opening, and your met with the face of your mother, whose face immediately brightens at the sight of you. you smile at her, and jisung just kinda stands there awkwardly.

"hi honey" she wraps her arms around you, and you let her, leaning your head onto her shoulder. "i thought you were staying late today?"

you shake your head. "not today, it's friday remember?"

"ohhh, yeah".

jisung glances down at the ground, playing with his feet. he doesn't know what to say, he doesn't want to interrupt the conversation you're having with your mother—

but he doesn't have to say anything, because your mother pipes up.

"oh! and who might this be?" she narrows her eyes at jisung, cogs in her brain seem to turn but then she snaps his fingers and gasps, seemingly getting it. "oh my god! park jisung?"

jisung smiles, a little laugh escaping his lips. "that is me".

"holy, you've changed so much? the last time i saw you you were barely up to my knees!"

at the sound of your mothers words, you give jisung a teasing stare, one which he quickly turns away from. "you and y/n are finally friends? i was wondering when it'd happen.."

your face goes bright red at the words, and an awkward chuckle escapes your lips. "seems he was too, he always talked about it—"

"haha! what!? that's hilarious mom!" you quickly cut in, not wanting her to talk about your former ramblings about park jisung, park jisung who was right beside you. "yeah okay, jisung i'll see you monday?"

jisung nods, a little too desperately for his liking, luckily you don't notice. "yeah, monday, have a good weekend, y/n".

you smile, blood rushing through your cheeks. "be safe".

he gives a small wave and turns around, beginning the walk back towards his home.

"he's such a nice kid, you sure you're just friends?"

your jaw pretty much drops, and you give your mother a look you don't think you've ever shared with her before. "yes! just friends!"

"hmm, sure".

"WHO ARE THOSE FOR?" CHENLE asks as he immediately notices the goodies in jisung's hands. he raises an eyebrow suspiciously at his best friend, examining the bouquet of flowers and box jisung held. jisung ignores him for a couple of minutes, placing the box in his locker and closing it behind him. "for someone" he just replies, hoping he could just remain vague instead of telling chenle about his true plans. the older narrows his eyes, clearly curious about this 'someone'. he flicks jisung in the forehead, resulting in a yelp from the other, who glares. "ow! what was that for?" he asks, furrowing his eyebrows and rubbing his forehead, a frown now coming to his face.

"what you're hiding stuff from me now?" chenle rolls his eyes at jisung's frown. "who are those flowers for? you got a boyfriend or something?"

chenle was right in assuming it was a boy that was making him go crazy, but you aren't his boyfriend (not yet at least, he's trying, really). he doesn't want to exactly divulge his plans to his nosy best friend yet, just because he'd go around telling everybody he could about what jisung was doing, he didn't want anything to be spoiled.

"they're for.. y/n".

jisung winces the moment he says those words, because chenle goes absolutely crazy.

"FOR WHO!?"

jisung is quick to slap a hand over chenle's mouth, glaring at him for how loud he said those words. "could you be any more obvious?" he asks, gritting his teeth as he continues to glare at his shorter best friend, whose eyes just widen even more. "yes they're for y/n—"

"what are you two dating now?" chenle doesn't care about anything jisung has to say, he slaps his hand away and stares in interest, wanting to know more.

"no! were not dating! it's just—" jisung pauses, how is he even gonna explain this without looking super guilty? blood rushes through his cheeks as he thinks about it, about how these are your favorite flowers, about how you might react. "i wanted to get him something nice! he did a good thing and.."

and i am just so in love with him, i think i might be going insane.

"i just want to do something nice!"

"okay but are you doing something nice or are you getting ready to ask him out?"

jisung's face goes a dangerously red color, and he immediately shakes his head, denial coursing through his veins. "i'm not going to ask him out, i mean— i get why you think that but it's not what it looks like!"

chenle raises an eyebrow, staring at his totally lovestruck best friend. "it sure does seem to be what it looks like".

"chenle—"

"look, jisung, there's no need to deny that you have such an obvious crush on y/n" chenle states like it's a matter of a fact, because it is, they both know it very well, he's better at assessing jisung's feelings than jisung himself is. "he thinks your cute, you think he's cute, you two just need to ask each other out".

"um.." jisung presses his lips together, the two falling into a weird silence. he clutches the daisies in his hands, thinking about you, but he shuts off his thoughts to respond to chenle's little analysis of him.

"i just don't know where we stand, i mean we're barely even friends".

"you two are pretty much already more than friends considering he can't talk to you without looking like he's about to devour you whole".

jisung's face must be an astonishing shade of red right now. "it's not—! i don't know how to explain it okay!?"

"yeah and how are you gonna explain the flowers?" chenle points at the daisies jisung is practically squeezing to death. "other people are probably gonna get another idea".

"well i'll let them think what they want" jisung responds, his only focus is you, who cares what other people think? your his main priority. "y/n is my main focus, i don't care about what other people are saying".

chenle chuckles at his response, oh park jisung is so down bad, he's so in love with you, a kind of love chenle has never seen him have for another person. yes park jisung, love avoiding extraordinaire, is head over heels in love with a boy, chenle cannot believe it.

"okay jisung, go ahead with your wooing y/n mission or something".

at least chenle is supportive.

jisung has to go through so many interrogations to explain to your fellow photographers why he's giving you flowers, while a few of them just shrug and get it, the rest of them make sure to eye him suspiciously while he goes on with his explanation and bright red ears.

he knows most of them probably won't keep their mouths shut, and jisung knows that you told him he shouldn't get you anything for preventing him from getting any future brain damage, but jisung disagrees, he thinks you deserve gifts.

"who are those for?"

your brain doesn't register the flowers, or the connection that they have with your not-so-secret admirer, you just stare at them puzzled. "they're for you!" sohee yells from somewhere else in the room, focused on another important thing.

your eyebrows furrow, and you blink as you stare at the daisies on the table. daisies are your favorite flowers, but everyone knows that! these could be from anyone! you're no stranger to getting random gifts from people, so these could really be from anyone.

but you only have a certain person in mind..

"from who?" you ask, but you really already know who, considering the knowing look sohee sends to you.

"jisung".

of course, you say in your head, your fingers trace the packaging of the bouquet, admiring the pretty flowers before you (the pretty flowers given to you by a pretty boy), a small smile comes to your face as you think about it. you told jisung not to get you anything, but he obviously wasn't going to listen to you, he's made that very clear.

"did he tell you anything?"

sohee doesn't spare you another glance, but you can just tell he's grinning like a madman with the way he's clearly trying to hold in his laughter. "he just told me to make sure to get them to you, he was very insistent".

the teasing tone of your friends voice doesn't go unnoticed by you, and your barely able to stifle your laugh, not at sohee exactly, but at jisung's actions.

of course he didn't listen when you said for him to not get you anything, he remembered what your favorite flowers are, did he spend his weekend thinking about it? you wonder what kind of florists we must've went to.. your mind races with just jisung thoughts, and you're just so lost in them that you don't realize your zoning out.

oh park jisung, why do you have to be so sweet?

"DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO?" YOU immediately ask the moment you come across park jisung in the hallway. the boy blinks, smiling at the sight of you, his face practically brightens at the sight of you. "what do you mean?" he inquired innocently, a small tilt of his head adding to his question. you send him a glare, not a serious one, but it's still a glare. you can't even believe his audacity, for him to look at you with such beautiful eyes, make your knees feel weak without even having to do anything? park jisung is just such a crazy man, you don't know if you can stare at him any longer, you might end up passing out from heat exhaustion (the heat from your face, of course, something that's become so normal for you when around park jisung).

"don't 'what do you mean?' me, i told you not to get me anything!" you complain, lightly shoving jisung's shoulder. "seriously, i said it was fine.." you mumble those words, but jisung just smiles.

"i wanted to get you something anyway, i needed to show you my appreciation somehow".

but just your admiration is enough appreciation for me, just you being around is enough, just you is enough.

your own thoughts weird you out on occasions.

"i told you not to—"

"but i wanted to, it's fine y/n, seriously, just accept my gesture".

you bite your inner cheek, he just always has to be nice, doesn't he? your cheeks flare up and you swear your face goes a shade of red you've never seen before, how does one boy even affect you like this? you don't think you've ever acted like this around any of your other admirers ever..

"ah" a small smile comes to your face. "thank you" you whisper, you're not sure why you get so shy all of a sudden.

"it's no problem" jisung responds, a smile coming to his face. he closes the door to his locker, and then leans onto it. "walk with me?"

you blink, jisung really likes walking with you, huh? is this gonna become your thing? you wouldn't really mind when you think about it.. you enjoy walking with jisung, you just enjoy any time you can spend with jisung.

"what's with you and asking to walk with me?"

"walking with you is just.. nice".

"do i ease your stresses or something?"

your tone is meant to come off as teasing, and your question is mostly unserious, you don't register how you sound like your flirting with jisung, probably because everything just feels so natural with jisung, you love how you feel around him, it's confusing to explain.

"i guess you could say that" jisung's response snaps you out of your jisung focused thoughts, thoughts which are difficult to not get stuck in considering park jisung is constantly occupying your mind these days. "anyway, can you walk with me?"

you pause, tongue pressing against the inside of your cheek. you have class in twenty minutes, and you don't really want to walk back all the way with only five minutes left to make it to class. "i don't know.. chen might kill me".

"please?"

that catches you off guard, you seemingly forget how to think for a second. jisung really wants to walk with you so bad, he's reverting to that easily convincing voice of his? you'd be an idiot to say no, you'd be an idiot to deny anything given to you by park jisung, you sigh in your head.

"okay, fine".

a smile of victory places itself on jisung's face, and he takes your hand, to your own surprise, as the two of you begin making your way down the hall. you wanna bring it up, but you don't want him to let go of you, so you don't. your face goes a bright shade of red, jisung doesn't seem to mind, or maybe he's always wanted to hold your hand, you aren't sure.

you focus way too much on it, on the way it feels, how jisung's soft hands contrast your rough ones, how warm his hands are, you don't want to let go, you don't want him to let go. god, you feel like such a loser, freaking out over a boy holding your hand.

but it's not just a boy, it's park jisung, park jisung makes you feel things you thought you'd never feel before..

"why do you seem so worried?" jisung chuckles, his hand holding yours. he nudges your shoulder lightly, raising an eyebrow.

"because, i don't wanna be late".

jisung snickers, not making fun of you, though, he hopes you don't think that. "have you never skipped a class before?"

your eyes widen as large as saucers, model student park jisung has skipped classes? a small chuckle escaped your lips. "no, i could never bring myself to, it always made me feel strange.."

now it's jisung's turn to look surprised, you laugh again, why does he assume you skip classes? or have even attempted to skip? you wonder what goes through his mind. "are you serious? you've never tried to skip before?"

you scoff, pinching his arm. "i tried to once in the sixth grade because of a dare from friends, but i literally couldn't do it, they called me a wimp for the rest of the year".

"aww sad".

"don't give me your fake pity, also— you've skipped class before!?"

jisung chuckles at your surprise, giving a small smile. "it was a few times as a sophomore, some classes are just so boring i can't resist".

"wow, model student park jisung skips his classes? i cannot believe the information that has been bestowed upon me".

the words, paired with your sarcastic tone made jisung let out yet another snicker, he hopes he's not overdoing it in your eyes, you're genuinely just a very funny person. "oh no! don't use this secret to tarnish my pristine reputation!"

"you're such an idiot".

a cute idiot.

"be quiet, you still love me" jisung rebuts, adding a small nudge to your shoulder along with his words.

it's weird to say, but you like this. even with your totally non-romantic feelings for jisung, you find this nice. is this what dating him would be like? you get to hold hands and joke around in the halls without a care in the world? you think you'd enjoy that, you'd enjoy dating park jisung.

wait what?

you snap out of your thoughts when jisung stops, so you stop too. he lets go of your hand, and you resist the urge to frown, because you don't want to come off as desperate. (but you are desperate, you're so desperate, having park jisung hold your hand was so nice, you want him to hold it again).

"this is my stop, thank you for my walking with me".

the words are simple, basic, but you find your face heating up at them anyway. you clear your throat, not wanting to stay silent any longer. "it was no problem, i couldn't disagree anyway".

jisung laughs, he is so pretty, so pretty without even having to do anything significant. "of course you couldn't" he looks down at his feet. "anyway! have a good day y/n, don't be late to your next class!"

you blink as you watch jisung walk into the auditorium for his next class, you watch as he walks away, standing there for what seems like forever. how could a guy, just a guy affect you so much? what is it with park jisung and making you stop in your tracks? he's mesmerizing, just so easily draws you in.

your eyes widen as you realize the time, you're going to be late for your next class, mr. chen is going to kill you!

and as you totally sprint down the hallway to get to your next class, your mind is racing with thoughts of park jisung the entire time.

"AM I NOT YOUR BEST FRIEND?" YOU CAN practically hear the pout in sungchan's voice as he said those words. you place the extra polaroids on your desk, then glance up at your friend, who stares at you with an expression of defeat on his face. you raise an eyebrow, puzzled at what the actual hell he's talking about, he's always just bringing stuff up so randomly, you can't even keep up with what he's referring to now. sungchan just frowns, letting out a groan of frustration as plops down beside you, a small huff adding to his words. you chuckle at the way he decides to present himself, and he groans once again, very frustrated. "where is this coming from?"

"why didn't you tell me about you and jisung".

you pause, an expression of surprise comes to your face, your face which heats up astonishingly quickly. "me and jisung? me and jisung what? we aren't—"

"y/n there's no point in denying it, everyone already knows".

"everyone already knows what?"

"that you and jisung have a thing, it's fine if you don't wanna tell everyone but excluding me? your best friend in the whole entire world from the news?"

"jisung and i aren't dating!" you say immediately, clasping your hands together as you try to calm your rapidly beating heart. why do people even think that? yeah you like park jisung but how did people even reach the conclusion that you were dating? you're not even sure if jisung returns your feelings. "i don't even know where people got that idea.."

"so your constant yearning stares and pitched up giggles are all not apart of that?"

"i don't—" you are definitely showcasing all guilty characteristics, your red face, your shrill voice, and your very obvious lying, sungchan sees right through you, anyone would be able to. "yearning stares are stupid i don't do that!"

"yeah, sure y/n" sungchan sighs, and you groan, screaming into your pillow. "i'm not trying to be mean or anything, but it's disgustingly obvious that you're into jisung, and i mean in a cringy way".

you gasp in offense, turning away from your best friend. you want to remain stubborn, but you can't, of course you can't, how can you even deny your feelings for jisung anymore if other people can now tell that you like him? your face heats up in embarrassment, and you cover your face with your hands. "is it really that obvious?" you mutter, hoping the answer isn't what you think it is.

"yeah, very, i wouldn't even be surprised if the two of you were actually dating and this was a little trick of yours".

sungchan points at you, an accusatory look in his eyes, but he immediately lets it go, because he knows you, and he can tell that you are telling the truth. you don't even have the courage to look at him, still covering your face with your hands. "have you not told jisung how you feel yet?"

your silence tells sungchan everything he needs to know, and the look he gives you is absolutely criminal.

"YOU HAVEN'T!?"

"i haven't found any time too!"

"how much time have you been spending around jisung these days!? you haven't even tried to bring it up to him!"

you let yourself fall to the side, half your body hanging off your bed. "i don't know how to" you whine, mind immediately rushing to thoughts of park jisung, thoughts you probably shouldn't be having. "it's awkward!"

"well i'm sure jisung feels the same with the way he always has to resist the urge to kiss you in the hallway".

"with the way he WHAT!?"

the words are enough to make you rise from your formerly fallen state, a look of astonishment on your face. did jisung really return your feelings? or was sungchan just trying to start something that would end up absolute humiliation?

"y/n, not trying to be rude or anything, but it's so obvious that jisung wants to date you, he doesn't even have to say it for everyone to know!"

you feel like you just discovered the secrets of the universe with those words, park jisung likes you? like likes you likes you? once the realization dawns on you, you gasp loudly.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!? OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE I WAS SUCH AN IDIOT UGH!"

sungchan watches you freak out, he truly can't believe that he had to tell you for all of it to finally set in.

it's actually pretty funny, and he snickers as he watches you go absolutely ballistic.

"HAVE YOU SEEN Y/N?" JISUNG ASKS the first recognizable person he sees in the hallway. he hasn't seen any seniors anywhere for a while, but that's because the days keep getting warmer, meaning graduation keeps getting closer, most of the seniors only take two classes and then go on to do their extracurriculars, so they don't really have to spend the whole entire day at school, but it's weird today because he usually always sees you, even when he isn't purposefully looking for you (which has become a common thing for him to do, he's just loves the time he can spend with you). he hopes you aren't absent, because today is friday, and if he doesn't tell you his important news now he's going have to wait an extra two days.

"y/n? uh..." the unfamiliar boy pauses for a moment, as if thinking, and jisung is hoping that it isn't the worst, because he really needs you to be here today. "well i'm not sure where he is actually! probably with his other photographers".

"but he's here right?" jisung doesn't care if he comes off as desperate, his only focus is you, you are his main priority, he doesn't care about the impression he's making on others, he can truly only think about you at the moment.

"yeah! i'm just not sure where exactly!"

"okay thank you!"

the guy gives him a strange look, a mix of teasing and giddy, but jisung walks off too fast to see it, he's set on finding you. he doesn't exactly know where he's supposed to go, he's just hoping to somehow spot you and be able to get you alone.

"what are you rushing for?" chenle comes out of nowhere, noticing jisung's urgency and the way he's clearly focused on something specific strikes him as odd, but he already has an idea of what's making jisung so fidgety. "you're gonna confess your love to y/n or something?"

"yes, actually i am chenle, it'd be great if i could find him, though".

maybe it's jisung's surprising honesty, or the way his main priority is you. chenle finds it amusing how quick the switch flipped, but it's also kind of cute. the usual pessimist, mr 'i don't really care about love' park jisung is down bad for a boy, it's adorable. "have you tried the photography room?"

"where do you think i'm heading?"

chenle chuckles at jisung's attitude, simply smiling and pulling his cheek. "alright then! don't forget to tell me how it goes!"

jisung doesn't spare chenle another glance, just turns back around and focuses on the task at hand, finding you and telling you how he feels.

jisung wonders how you'll react, based on what he's seen, it's not completely guaranteed that you'll reject him, it's probably more likely that you return his feelings rather than don't. does that make him horrible? thinking because you've exhibited the traits of someone who has a crush that you have a crush on him?

maybe you don't like him and he's letting it all get to his head, it all just seems too good to be true.

jisung doesn't even have to go all the way to the photography room, because he bumps right into you whilst on his way there, and a small yelp escapes your lips. "oh my god.. sorry!"

jisung cannot contain his excitement, and his nervousness. there is absolutely nothing to be nervous about, this is y/n. kind, understanding, charming y/n, it's not like he's going to scream at you for telling him you like him. it’ll all be fine.

"it's alright" you whisper, shaking your head for a moment. "i was looking for you" you immediately say, not allowing for jisung to speak before you.

jisung's eyes widen. you were looking for him? it makes his brain go haywire, figurative cogs in his head turning. "that's ironic, i was looking for you too".

jisung swears he can see the red coloring on your cheeks, but he doesn't say anything about it.

"i have to tell you something".

the two of you say that sentence in unison, the same amount of anxiety coursing through your veins, the same red hue on your cheeks, the same look of surprise in your eyes. "you can go first" you whisper, picking at your fingers, you aren't exactly sure if you want to hear what he's about to say.

"are you sure? it seems you have something more important to say.."

"it's fine! really, i can just say it after yo—"

"i'm in love with you".

the words strike you like a punch to the gut, a slap to the face. your stomach drops, your face is burning horribly, and your legs feel like they're about to give in. you cannot believe it, you hope you don't pass out, you hope you don't just die right here, that'd be so embarrassing.

park jisung is in love with you. beautiful, talented, model student park jisung who you've never truly known how you felt about is in love with you. you are so happy, giddy, and it disgusts you, but the disgust is quickly replaced by the feeling of joyousness. park jisung is in love with you, he feels the same way.

"jisung, i'm—"

"it's okay if you don't return my feelings i just wanted to tell you!" is that really what he thinks? that you don't love him back? he must be crazy, you've only ever exhibited reciprocal feelings. "i'll be off now!"

"no! don't go!" you grab jisung's wrist before he can walk away. smart move y/n, you're acting so natural right now. "i just, i return your feelings! i just don't know how to explain it, also my hands are very sweaty right now and i feel gross.."

you let go of jisung's wrist and feel your face get unbearably hotter. it's embarrassing, you feel so embarrassed, but it's park jisung, and jisung just stares at you lovingly. you're so cute, how did it take him this long to tell you how he felt?

"you're so cute".

jisung doesn’t even realize he says the words until you give him that look, and your red face just makes him giggle more. "this isn't— that is not fair! i was supposed to confess first!"

"you're the one who told me to go first!"

"i didn't know you were going to tell me you liked me! i prepared a whole sentence for you and everything!"

you whine, covering your red face with your hands. jisung removes your hands from your face, and a small smile graces his pretty features. he's absolutely gorgeous, he has such a pretty smile, you have the sudden urge to tell him about it. "your smile is beautiful".

now it's jisung's turn to become the red faced lovesick fool. "ah, really?" he responds, voice shaky, hands even more shaky, but they're so soft, your mind always reminds you to note that.

you hum in agreement. "it's very pretty, i can't believe more people don't talk about it".

"well you can talk about it, aren't we technically dating now?"

the question makes you pause. you feel like your about to go insane, you're dating park jisung? park jisung is your boyfriend? this is like a dream come true, a dream you thought would stay a dream and only a dream. "dating? dating! yeah yeah!"

your natural act is not natural at all, you are very nervous, so nervous you feel like your about to collapse onto the floor. "there's no need to be so nervous.."

you groan. "says you!"

"alright y/n" jisung lets go of your hands, much to your dismay, because you frown. he takes note, and reaches over to grab your own once again, intertwining your fingers. "we’re dating, you don't have to go red faced every time i compliment you now".

"but it's you, how do i not?"

jisung sighs, leaning forward and pressing a small peck on your lips. oh he is such a stupid little—

"why would you do that!?"

"i'm sorry!" jisung giggles, he was definitely not sorry. "it was an instinct, i had to!"

"you— ugh!"

park jisung can't just not make you nervous, he's such a crazy man.

one that you love, of course.

"I THINK I LIKE THIS ONE THE MOST.." JISUNG states, admiring the polaroid photos which litter the desk. you hum at his words, rummaging through the box on the counter, you are very much focused on finding that estranged camera taehyun had pointed for you to find. your boyfriend glances up, looking over your shoulder, silently watching as you get frustrated about this stupid camera you couldn't find. "which one?" you inquire, glancing over at him. jisung holds up the polaroid, a picture you'd taken of you and sungchan at the beach when you were nine. a pretty photo, you aren't even sure how you pulled it off. "ah, that is a pretty one" you whisper, and you smile the moment jisung smiles. his smile is so pretty, a cute stretch which is enough to make you smile, even if you feel down.

"what’s with your face?"

"searching for this old camera is pissing me off" you remark, knowing that you have to search for this is just making you even more mad, why do you have to pack the photography room right before graduation? you hate it. "who even left it in here?"

"a former student maybe?"

you close your eyes, sighing. "i need this to be over so much more quickly" you complain, and jisung just laughs at your misery.

"we graduate in a week, y/n, just be patient" the younger pokes your cheek, then he cups your face, trying to make your frown disappear. "an old camera is not the end of the world".

you glance down at jisung's lips, then narrow your eyes. "are you trying to seduce me?" you question, raising an eyebrow.

"no?" jisung responds, adding a small tilt of his head to his words. "do i sound believable?"

"not at all" you say, pushing jisung's hands away and looking back to the box in front of you so you can continue to scour for this camera you have to get for your friend. you continue to search through the box, trying to find this old dslr camera for your friend. "so don't distract me".

"i'm not!" jisung whines, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin onto your shoulder, watching you try to succeed at your mission of finding a camera. "you don't want to give me, your lovely, amazing boyfriend attention?"

you merely roll your eyes at jisung, he's so annoying (in a cute way), you're about to call chenle to drag him away from you, but you also don't want him to let go of you, his arms around your waist make you feel safe, loved, park jisung makes you feel so loved.

"i found it!" you shriek, victory soaring in your voice. "fucking finally".

"okay so can you give me a kiss now?" jisung asks, puckering his lips and leaning closer to you.

he's so desperate, and you are too, it's adorable, park jisung is adorable. "hmm" you pretend to think about it, an inquisitive look making it's way to your face. "nah".

"y/n! that's not fair!" jisung whines, shaking you with his arms that are still around your waist. he frowns, trying to give you his best puppy dog eyes.

you almost give in, but you push him away, taking the camera you'd been searching for. "later, babe".

"you said that this morning!"

you sigh, turning around to stare at the pouting park. the cute pout remains on his face, how can you ever resist him? you lean forward and press a kiss to his lips, ruffling his hair. "there, are you happy you big baby?"

"you could do better".

"uh huh, and you could be patient".

jisung frowns once again, but it's not a serious one, just the cute one he likes to do when he pretends to be mad at you. "don't be mad, you know i love you".

jisung does know, he knows that very well. he smiles at you, he's so in love with you, and not even in an embarrassing way, there's nothing embarrassing about this, he feels joyful, a sense of euphoria overtakes him whenever he’s with you.

"i know, i love you too".

and he isn't lying when he says that.

because he truly does.

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[poweringthroughthis]

be my valentine | park jisung

nsfw, mature content, minors DNI!

ship: park jisung x male reader

desc:(name) doesn't particularly like valentine's week, but his boyfriend is sure he can change that.

**(requested)!

valentine's week had always been a sore topic for (name). A few failed relationships that never really went past the initial phase, and the lack of ideal guys to date left the man with a bitter feeling towards the lovers' week. But all that changed last spring when he was surprisingly asked out by his upperclassman. and the most handsome one at that.

everybody could see that jisung would make the ideal partner for anyone. his soft looks, amazing personality and loving nature made (name) realize he really hit the jackpot with this one. he was surprised when jisung approached a junior, and him out of all, to go out with.

the lovebirds had quickly hit it off and molded into the perfect pair. their chemistry was off the charts and (name) finally had a relationship that constantly made him feel loved.

when the week (name) used to dread arrived again, he was no longer feeling the blues. how could he, when he woke up to breakfast in bed, and a bouquet of azaleas. the boy let out a happy squeal, hugging his boyfriend, who was looking ethereal in his plain white button-up and half-pants. jisung always has been a romantic.

(name) gobbled up the deliciousness, giving his boyfriend a quick peck on the lips, getting up to shower.

as he stepped out of the bathroom, he tried to hold back his reaction to the sight in front of him. jisung was sitting on the couple's bed, back resting on the bedframe and manspreading. his black hair fell beautifully on his forehead and his blue eyes bore into (name)'s figure.

he spoke through hooded lids, beckoning (name) close with his index finger. "time for your next gift babe. c'mere." heartbeat rising and feeling excited, (name) trudged over to the bedside and climbed.

jisung patted his wide thighs for (name) to settle himself on, snaking his arms around the younger's waist the moment he took his designated seat. (name)'s body towered over jisung's slightly shorter one, both men gazing into each other's eyes with love and want.

"so lucky to have you, darling. happy valentine's", breathed jisung. a smile etched onto (name)'s lips as he smacked them onto jisung's plump ones. the two started to make out, sucking the air out of each other's mouth.

jisung's hands moved up and down (name)'s torso, squeezing and grabbing the supple skin, eliciting a moan from his partner. jisung's kisses moved southward, planting wet smooches on his lover's jaw, neck, chest and stomach.

he lifted (name)'s shirt over his head, flinging it behind them. he continued his trail, his hands holding the other's waist. his tongue flicked the sensitive nipple, and (name) let out a high pitched whine, hands clutching jisung's locks.

the elder was not satisfied with the response and started to bite the bud, while his other hand played with the other. the pleasure was driving (name) mad, but he didn't want it to end just yet.

he pushed his boyfriend's head away from his chest, the latter looking confused and hurt. (name) smiled softly, caressing jisung's face. "as much as I would love to cum from this alone, I want us to cum together." the words brought a smirk onto the elder's face.

"then beg me."

(name) was slightly shocked by his sudden change in demeanor.

"w-what?"

"you heard me baby. beg me. ask hyung nicely" jisung restated.

(name) gulped, his heart rate speeding up. this was new, but not unwelcome. "please, hyung" he whispered.

"please, what? speak up, baby boy" jisung replied, enjoying the newfound power he had.

"please, take me."

"take you where?"

(name) whined. "you know where, hyung" he pouted.

jisung leaned in to the crook of his neck, kissing the sweet spot, "but I wanna hear you say it, baby."

(name) felt his breath hitch, his voice shaky, "fuck me, please."

the boys' lips were like magnets, never staying apart from the other for too long. they separated only to catch their breaths, then immediately going back at it again.

jisung grinned. "good boy" he pulled down (name)'s shorts, leaving him completely bare. the elder reached for the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube. he lathered his fingers in the liquid and slowly pushed one inside (name)'s entrance, stretching the hole.

(name) winced at the intrusion, jisung stopping momentarily before he started to move his finger again. the pain slowly subsided and the younger started to feel pleasure, a moan escaping his mouth.

"feels good, doesn't it baby?" jisung spoke.

"hyunggg, more" he whined. the elder added another finger and scissored his partner, opening him up for his cock.

"you know what's hotter than having a taller boyfriend?" jisung questioned, his actions never coming to a halt. (name) was too lost in pleasure to respond so the older answered for him.

"when said boyfriend whines and begs his hyung to make him feel good" he smirked.

(name) blushed. the embarrassment and arousal were overwhelming. he knew his boyfriend was a little shit somewhere behind his sweet and caring aura, but not this much.

jisung added a third finger and the stretch was delicious. (name) moaned again, throwing his head back, and his cock aching and dripping. he was a moaning mess and jisung was enjoying the sight. he pulled his fingers out, causing his partner to whimper.

he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. his fully erect dick stood proudly and jisung spread some lube on it.

"are you ready baby?" he asked.

(name) nodded. "I'm so ready hyung" he whined. jisung lifted him and placed him on his lap, his back facing him. he lined his dick up against the hole and pushed in slowly, (name)'s eyes widening and letting out a loud moan.

jisung's dick was so thick that once he was buried to the hilt, the boys took a moment to breathe. "you okay, baby?" jisung inquired, concerned for his boyfriend's well-being. (name) nodded, letting his body adjust. he rocked his hips forward, signaling to his partner that he could start moving.

jisung pulled out slightly and thrust back in. the pace started slow, but the two men eventually got into a rhythm, the sound of skin slapping resonating around the room.

"you like that, huh?" jisung groaned. (name) couldn't form words, his head filled with clouds. the only noises he could make were the sinful sounds of his moans.

jisung slightly altered their positions so he was on top, pushing (name)'s face down and his ass up. he thrusted harshly, the new position making the pleasure so much deeper. (name) gripped the bedsheets, his knuckles turning white. his legs were shaking from the overwhelming feeling.

"ahhh, hyung! right there, right there!" (name) screamed, his prostate being hit by his partner. jisung aimed his thrusts to hit the bundle of nerves again, and again. his hand was on (name)'s cock, jerking him off in sync.

"cum for hyung, baby boy." he growled. the younger felt a coil tightening in his lower abdomen, and then released all over the sheets. his walls clenched around jisung, sending him over the edge as well.

the latter spilled his load inside (name)'s asshole, filling him up to the brim. he pulled out and laid down beside him, both panting.

"that was fucking amazing, baby." jisung smiled, kissing (name)'s forehead.

"it sure was" he replied, snuggling closer to his partner. "and to think I thought valentine's week would suck this year too".

"not with me around. let's sleep. i made dinner reservation for the evening. after today, you're gonna love the 2nd week of Februarys". jisung chuckled.

(name) was looking into his boyfriend's eyes with nothing but hearts in his own.

"hyung?" he called softly.

"yeah?"

"be my valentine, please. each year, every year."

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[hugjakee]

18+ JISUNG “CUDDLE SESSIONS”

[male reader. mentions of readers genitalia]

Minors dni. Im serious. If explicit content makes you uncomfortable plz do not read.

Jisung as a top dom/ during "cuddle sessions"

He loves to pull you from your waist and nuzzle his face in between your neck and shoulder. While he just toys with you. Touching you all over.

"Ji—sung..." you cried out.

"Your body, so numb from the feeling of his hands trailing to your already hard and sensitive nipples."

He loves the sight of the lewd faces you make, while he flicks and twists your nubs. It makes his ego loom crazy.

"You know, if only you listened to me...you wouldn't have to be in the position you are right now, but, because you're such a brat, you deserve this...no begging out of it now." You heard the smirk that was painted on his lips, upon his words.

This just made everything much more intense.

"You wanted more...You desperately grinded yourself against Jisung, but just as you made your sudden movements, he roughly gripped your hips."

Whenever Jisung does something like this, he's always so eager to just fuck you over. Break you.

That's always his ultimate goal until you can't form coherent sentences and just cling to him, crying into his ears and whining.

"Y/n—oh you already came... I didn't even touch you—heh, and I didn't permit you to cum yet. You are a Slut."

—

This sudden cuddle session, if you even call it that, soon turned into him, pressing your hand into the pillow while he pounds into your red swollen hole.

"fuck, y/n, you're so tight— fuck you're clenching, s-so hard.."

The feeling building up in the pit of your stomach was all too familiar, your legs couldn't keep up with the fast pace and the weight of your body. You were falling limp under Jisung. You were exhausted after cumming for the third time.

"jisung...w—wait! I'm gonna cum again—slower! Ugh!" "Keep up baby, I'm not done with you yet."

Jisung is a top sub/ during "cuddle sessions"

You were relaxed when you had the other on top of you. It was always the comfort of him being so close to you, that made you feel secure.

It was an intimate and emotional moment between the two, always. No words had to be said, just the feeling of being together brought the feeling of security and contentment.

But those moments never stopped Jisung with the feelings he felt..couldn't keep, those feelings in...

It was always a certain type of pleasure every time you guys had such an intimate moment together. And the feeling of wanting to continue that pleasure was unbearable. Every chance he got, he took it.

"Y/n, please I need you right now.."

Jisung always looked at you with such a desperate expression, eyebrows furrowed and flushed cheeks. Sweat beads dripped from his eyebrows, chest heaved up and down, almost as if he was out of breath.

A visible tent in the crotch area of his pants.

"Please? Can I..?" Jisung hovered over you with a desperate look. You couldn't back down. This led to Jisung grinding on you, whilst he moaned your name.

Moving your hands up his body, under his shirt, hold his lower back to help guide him.

"Baby, come on take these off." You groaned out. you'd admit, you were always desperately wanting him, one way or another.

His dick was covered in his slickness, and the pre cum coated his fiery red tip. "Here—help me take mine off."

—

"Ahhh y-y/n! Fuck, rig—there!" Jisung straddles your lap while you thrust upwards. You had your hands placed on his waist, helping him hold his position while he fucked himself on you.

You felt him trembling, you knew how close he was. Speeding up the thrusting, all you could think about was the pleasure you get out of overstimulating Jisung. And how satisfying it was, especially after jerking him off while fucking him.

"AH! y—y/n, nu-no! Too much.." he could barely form clear sentences, his eyes shut, bottom lip caught in between his teeth, subsiding his moans.

Just in a mere moment, his load shoots out, landing on your chest.

—

"Sungie, did I go too hard?" Jisung disagreed with a small "nuh uh".

You love the sight of his sleepy face after sex, it was the cutest thing ever. And all you could do at that moment was be as gentle as possible with him.

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[niki-phoria]

pairing: jisung x 8th member!gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: nightmare comfort word count: 598

includes: reader is implied to be shorter than jisung, idk if jisung still sleeps on the couch or not but just go with it, written with male reader in mind

a/n: still debating whether or not i want to start writing for dream so until i make up my mind enjoy a fluffy jisung drabble bc i'm in love with him <33

it feels like a weight has been pressed against your chest. the air has been forced out of your lungs, leaving you desperately gasping for air when you’re finally released from the monsters plaguing your own head. a thin layer of sweat covers most of your skin - a physical reminder of the discomfort that still lingers.

you push the covers off of your body before glancing over at where renjun is still peacefully sleeping on the bed across from you. the familiar sight brings you a small amount of comfort, though you find yourself longing for something else. someone else. 

the floor feels cool against your bare feet as you swing your legs off of the side of the bed. you shake off the last of your doubts as you stand up, quietly making your way over to your bedroom door and disappearing from the room.

the trek through your hallway is a short one. you run your fingers along the wall beside you as you carefully make your way through the dorm, careful not to trip on anything that could be unexpectedly in your path. 

you find jisung laying on the couch, wrapped up in a thick blanket. despite his overly long limbs being curled up slightly to accommodate for the small amount of space, his limbs sometimes slip off of the edges. 

he stirs when you softly chuckle at the sight, rolling over to flip onto his side. “y/n?” jisung mumbles. blinking up at you through tired eyes he watches as you cautiously take another step across the hardwood floor in his direction. your steps are feather-light - almost as if you’re worried of disturbing him from his rest. 

jisung props himself up on his elbow, squinting at you in the darkness. despite the dim lighting, he can recognize the loose fit of a t-shirt you must’ve stolen from him. 

“come here,” he gestures. the blanket that had previously been wrapped around his body pools around his lap as he outstretches his arms towards you. catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you quickly make your way over to the couch. jisung shifts to the side before all but pulling you down so you’re sitting down on the cushions beside him. 

his hands feel warm against your skin as jisung brushes his fingertips against your cheek. you coil into his touch, eyes fluttering shut at the desperately needed comfort. “what’s wrong?” he whispers. his voice has dropped dramatically, barely audible despite the silence. 

“nothing. just a… stupid nightmare.” 

a slight frown tugs at the corners of jisung’s lips. he reaches out with his left hand, gently tugging your body even closer towards him. you’re quick to reciprocate, wrapping your own arms around his waist and leaning your head against his shoulder. 

you can feel the hesitation in each of jisung’s movements as he cautiously begins to rub a comforting hand against your back. you find yourself chasing after his warmth almost unconsciously - chasing after the safety that always seems to come with being wrapped up in his arms. 

a few comfortable minutes of silence pass before jisung speaks again. his voice is soft as it cuts through the quiet - the words quietly mumbled into the crook of your neck. “do you want to talk about it?” 

“no,” you murmur, relaxing further against his touch. sleepiness slowly begins to creep up on you once again as your eyes slowly begin to flutter closed. “just wanna stay with you. if that’s okay.” 

“of course it is,” he smiles, leaning down to press a chaste kiss against your forehead. 

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[myscenic]

Pairing: mafia!park jisung x male!reader

Genre: mafia!au, enemies to lovers, fluff

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1k+

Synopsis: jisung (21), the cold mafia, and y/n (19), the outgoing one have always butted heads as partners in their secret organization. although y/n had always secretly admired jisung, but his cold expression washed over it quickly. forced to work together on missions, their ice and fire relationship clashes slowly evolve into respect. beyond work, an unexpected friendship forms through a campfire and private moments where y/n opens up.

𓆰 Note: ahhh my first fic ever!! i immediately thought of mafia jisung when i first saw the concept photo so I decided to write one. it's kinda bad but i hope you don't mind😭

"mark hyung please swap with me, i don't want to be partnered with the ice prince again," y/n pleaded with their leader as he stared at the assignment board. for the fifth time this month, he had been paired up with jisung for a mission.

jisung overheard the conversation and glared at y/n from across the room. "watch it, rodent, or i'll put you in your place again."

y/n rolled his eyes, ignoring the older's empty threat. their leader just sighed. "sorry kid, you two need to learn how to work together. now stop bothering me and get going, your target leaves in an hour."

groaning, y/n turned away from the board and made his way over to jisung begrudgingly. "hey hyung, ready to go?" he said pointedly, hoping to irk the other.

jisung's eyes narrowed. "don't try me," he shoved past y/n and headed for the doors.

y/n sighed and muttered “this is gonna be shitty like last time…” in a flashback to the time where he almost screwed the mission up and jisung scolded him harshly.

“are you just gonna stand there or what?” jisung sent him a cold look at the door. y/n shivered and rushed to him, wondering how on earth this day could get any worse.

as they scouted the warehouse from the treeline, jisung gazed at the guard numbers with a calculating look. noticing y/n growing anxious beside him, he turned to the other.

"alright, there's too many for a head on fight. we'll need a diversion to split them up. do you have any smoke bombs or explosives?"

y/n nodded, pulling a few small bombs from his pack for jisung's inspection. jisung hummed in approval. "good, you may be semi-useful after all. here's the plan - i'll draw some away to the south side. when the smoke clears, you sneak in and take down any stragglers silently. think you can manage that?"

his tone held doubt as usual, but y/n was determined to prove himself. "you can count on me, hyung. i won't let you down!" he replied confidently.

jisung raised a brow skeptically. "we'll see about that. just follow my lead and try not to screw this up like last time, got it?" y/n nodded eagerly, focusing intently as jisung laid out the strategy. it was time to show the other what he was capable of.

while tracking the target, they came across a large group of enemies guarding a warehouse. jisung sighed in frustration, unsure how they would get past such numbers alone. “this was a lot more than i’ve expected.”

but y/n smiled confidently. "leave it to me, hyung." he drew a small smoke bomb from his pack and lit the fuse. tossing it into the midst of the guards, he then grabbed jisung and pulled him into the cover of nearby bushes.

as the area filled with smoke, y/n used the distraction to stealthily sneak behind enemy lines. jisung watched in amazement as y/n took down guard after guard with precise chokes and jabs, too quick to be seen or stopped.

when the smoke cleared, all enemies lay unconscious on the ground. jisung emerged from the bushes in stunned silence. y/n just grinned proudly. "come on hyung, the target's all ours now."

jisung found himself reluctantly impressed, but just nodded and went over to finish the mission.

the mission was a success, but it had taken longer than expected. jisung and y/n packed up their gear, ready to return to hq and file our report. as they walked through the forest, a comfortable silence fell between them.

much had changed over the months they’d worked together. at first, jisung seemed cold and distant. But little by little, y/n saw glimpses of his kinder nature - his quiet humor, thoughtful insights. they learned to move as one in battle, trusting the other implicitly.

now, an easiness had grown between them y/n hadn't expected to find. he glanced at jisung, his profile illuminated softly by the setting sun. heat rose in y/n’s cheeks but he didn't look away. once they might have been strangers, even enemies - but now, he had become his friend.

they stopped at the edge of the woods. jisung turned to me, eyes bright. "good work today. i’m glad you have my back out there." his words warmed him more than the fire they’d soon light.

words stuck in y/n’s throat so he simply nodded, smiling. they readied camp in a comfortable silence. as the forest awoke with night noises, he watched the firelight play across jisung's face.

y/n’s heartbeat quickened. he cared for him far more than he’d admitted, even to himself. but would jisung accept his feelings? their partnership was too important to lose.

jisung turned to stoke the fire, unaware of his gaze. y/n took a deep breath to steady his nerves. it was now or never.

"hyung?" his voice was soft.

he faced me, eyes questioning. y/n looked down, fiddling with his hands. "there's something i want to tell you."

silence. y/n glanced up - jisung was watching him patiently, a gentle look in his eyes that bolstered y/n's courage.

"over these past months, working together, i've come to..." y/n hesitated. "care for you. deeply."

jisung tilted his head slightly, continuing to listen without judgment. y/n plunged on. "at first i didn't understand these feelings. but being with you has come to mean everything to me."

y/n searched his face for a reaction, heart in his throat. jisung's expression was unreadable. fear gripped him - had he ruined their friendship?

finally he spoke, voice soft. "you foolish fool." y/n's heart sank - until he continued. "how long have I felt the same?"

joy and surprise bloomed within him. "you - you do?"

he smiled, reaching to brush y/n's cheek in a tender caress. "of course, idiot."

relief and delight swept him. leaning into his touch, y/n smiled back tentatively. he gazed at me with such affection that he knew, in that moment, their bond ran deeper than either of them had understood.

slowly, cautiously, y/n tilted his face up to jisung's. his smile widened as he leaned down to brush his lips against y/n's in a gentle kiss. warmth and rightness pulsed through him, this was the beginning of understanding each other in a whole new way.

#kpop fanfic #kpop x male reader #kpop male reader #nct x male reader #nct dream x male reader #park jisung x male reader #jisung x male reader

[vkooksupremacy]

Secrets Out

Lee Jeno x Secret boyfriend Male Reader

"Jeno, do you have the papers?" Y/N asked. "Our manager wants them for a performance audition."

"What do you mean, performance audition?"

"Oh, you know, getting a performance for Dream." Y/N said. He was a staff for NCT, the Dream manager's right hand man. Coincidentally, Jeno's best friend. "Kyun Hyung said you guys have it."

"Oh, yeah hold on a sec, I'll be right back." Jeno left and returned with a folder, passing it to Y/N. "Here."

"Thanks. I'll see you later, Nojam."

"Still pining after him?" Renjun snickered, from his place on the sofa. "Come on, everyone, meaning Dream and the staff knows you like him."

"He likes who?" Yuta asked interestedly.

"His best friend Y/N." Chenle let out a high pitched laugh, making Jeno sigh.

"Can we drop it already?" He asked.

"No."

____________________

"What if they find us?" Y/N hissed, as Jeno dragged him down the corridor. "Everyone's going to find out!"

"So what if they do?" Jeno asked nochalantly.

"I thought you wanted to keep it a secret?" Y/N asked. "I mean, I'm all for telling your members but..."

"It's still a secret if it's only them."

"Jeno?" They turned around to see a wide eyed Jisung.

"Oh-" Y/N's mouth fell open.

"I knew it!" Jisung cheered. "Taeyong hyung kwes me 1000 won!"

"They bet on us?" Jeno whispered.

"Seems like it."

____________________

"Oh my god I never should've told them." Jisung groaned. "Now you two are always cuddling."

"Jisung, I'll hug you." Jaemin playfully volunteered, but Jisung shied away, disgusted.

"Ew, no thank you."

"My baby doesn't love me." Jaemin cried dramatically. "Oh, how the world is ending."

"Get your act over with, Na Jaemin." Renjun said. "We all know your one true love is coffee, not Jisung, even if you're dating him. You'll drop him for coffee at any given moment."

"Hey!"

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[jaemmphilia]

could you do one with nct jisung and cockwarming?

★ 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛!𝚓𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚡 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

[name] knows jisung is doing a stream with his friends, but [name]'s day was horrible. nothing was going right for him, and he really just wanted to sit on his boyfriends lap and destress.

[name] creeps into jisung's streaming room, listening to the dark-haired male yell at haechan to kill the enemy or something. [name] smiles softly at the sight of his boyfriend, all of hi stress melting away.

jisung feels a presence behind him and he slips off his headset after telling something to haechan and the others. jisung turns around in his chair and a smile finds its way onto his face when he sees [name] standing there.

jisung makes sure to mute his mic before he speaks, "hey there, pretty boy. just get off work?"

[name] nods and makes his way to jisung. jisung wraps his arms around [name]'s hips as the other male leans into him.

"bad day?" jisung questions, making note of [name]'s unusual quietness.

"yeah, i just want to be close to you." [name] whispers, not trusting his voice to be any louder, because he doesn't want to cry.

"wanna sit on my lap while i stream? i remember how much you liked it last time." jisung offers, is hands working to pull his sweats off.

[name] nods again and removes his own pair of sweatpants (they're jisung's) and he sits himself on jisung's half-hard chub. [name] sighs as he sinks down fully, his body exploding with warmth.

jisung pats[name]'s back as he goes back to streaming, apologizing to his friends for being away for so long, and he also apologizes to his stream.

[name] begins to doze off as he listens to jisung talk to his stream and friends. jisung tends to stream for long hours, and it doesn't bother [name] at all, he likes that jisung is doing something he likes rather than doing something he doesn't like.

by the time jisung's stream is over, it's late at night and [name] is fast asleep in his lap. jisung doesn't have the heart to wake up the male, so he maneuvers himself to stand up with [name] in his arms.

jisung takes [name] to their shared bedroom and he detaches [name] from his cock. he tries hard to not wake him up as he slips some shorts onto the sleeping male. jisung slides into the bed beside [name] his arms wrapped tight around his precious boyfriend as he slips into a sweet slumber.

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[1i2love-7myself]

Can u do a subby jisung x male reader soft smut story please 💔

Good gosh did Jisung look so cute like this. Legs spread and arms woven into the bed, just asking to get fucked.

And he was dripping wet... some slick running down his pale thighs. You had every right to fuck him right now... but you decided to cease those unwanted notions about having sexual intimacy with the male.

But he was extremely wet... "Please... need you.." Jisung whimpered, walls clenching around air and nothing.

And there you were, fucking into his so gently and slow, just the way he likes it.

Nights like this were the best. Not to mention how sleep Jisung and you were at the moment.

But you didn't care and neither did him.

His pussy clenched around your cock, dripping more slick out of his pussy, your deep, slow thrusting slightly becoming a more faster pace, forcing out more moans from jisung's mouth.

Jesus he looked so cute like this, all sweating just for you... but most of all, how wet he was. He has never been this messy before, what was it?

But that was pushed to the back of your mind when he whimpered 'coming' so nicely into your ear.

Once he came, you stopped thrusting and soon helped him clean up.

such a cute boyfriend!

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[vergilthelibrarian]

Yandere!JisungxGN!Reader (I wrote this with the reader being male in mind but I didn’t use any pronouns for the reader)

Also, I’m thinking about do a little challenge to force me to write more. My idea are fics of the dreamies based on the 7 deadly sins and maybe even the 7 heavenly virtues and both will be yandere. So yeah lol

Jisung scowled as he heard that word leave your lips.

Friend

Why did his heart stung whenever you would call him your friend?

He knew why though, it’s just that he didn’t want to admit it. He was too afraid to.

Love wasn’t something Jisung knew a lot about.

Mind you, he wasn’t naive.

He’s a very flirty guy and he took of advantage of his deep voice, good looks and his tall height to get whatever he wanted.

Yet when it came to you, you saw pass all of that.

Hell, you didn’t baby him like most even though you were only a year older than him.

You were different and he liked that.

But that’s the thing, he thought it was just a ‘like’ kind of thing, not a ‘love’ kind of thing.

Maybe he fell for you without even realizing it…

“Jinsung are you listening?”

“Y-yeah! Yeah.” He snapped out of his thoughts.

“Okay. Tell me what I was talking about.”

Jisung’s mind went blank as he stuttered over the phone causing you to laugh.

God… do your laugh always sound this beautiful?

He began laughing along with you out of embarrassment.

Was your laugh always this infectious too?

“I said that you should come to the museum with me next week. I wanna look at Ancient Greek artifacts.”

“Oh yeah. You’re majoring in Ancient Greek studies right?”

“Yeah.” And Jisung smiled as he heard the smile in your voice.

“I love my major a lot. I don’t know what job I’ll get with my degree but at least I’ll know a dialect of Ancient Greek by the end of it.” You laughed.

“Do you know what you can do with it?” He asked, leaning to where he was half resting on the wall and half resting on his bed.

“Oh, I do. I just don’t know what type of career I want yet.” You sighed. “I wouldn’t mind being an archivist or a librarian. I always wanted to be a librarian.” You chuckled.

“I’d go to the library if you were the librarian.” Jisung smirked.

“Is that so?” And he knew your eyebrows were raised and by your tone of voice, he knew you were about to poke a little jab at him.

“Well maybe I should become a librarian just so you can start reading more.” You laughed, causing Jisung to laugh once more.

“Oh? I gotta go. Eric is here.”

Jisung’s face contorted back into a scowl.

“I’ll talk to you later Jisung. Love you big head!”

“Love you too.” He sighed.

You hung up and Jisung took off his headphones and just stared at his phone, his grip on the device becoming tight.

What the fuck did Eric had the he didn’t?

Was it because he was muscular?

Handsome?

Jisung saw himself as handsome too but he had a boyish charm to his handsomeness while Eric was simply flat out of handsome, similar to how people saw Jeno.

If he could, he would mold himself into the man that you want just so you can want him…

Because he wants you.

But then a thought suddenly popped into Jisung’s mind.

If he wasn’t going to become the man that you want, well then he’ll just become that man that you need.

And that meant having to get your boyfriend out of the picture by any means necessary… without you finding out of course.

#yes you’re boyfriend is eric from the boyz cause I think he’s pretty handsome #and he was the first dude that popped into my mind while writing this #yandere jisung #yandere nct #yandere nct dream #nct angst #nct dream angst #nct dream x male reader #nct dream x reader #nct x male reader #nct x reader #jisung x reader #jisung x male reader #yandere park jisung #park jisung x reader #park jisung x male reader

[nctfutureot8]

Believe in us : NCT Future

NCT Future OT8 x Male Reader Platonic

Prologue

"Hyung, why are there 20 songs in our tracklist?" Garin whined, giving his leader puppy eyes. "We can't possibly do this."

"Of course we can." Y/N assured him, but a glimmer of doubt shone in his eyes. Reluctantly, the group pelled their tired bodies away from the floor and Y/N started the music for Dreamy Nights.

The boys were preparing for a comeback, Starstruck, but the thing was, in addition to 10 tracks, the company decided to give them 2 OST's, and 8 multi-mrmber songs.

Exhaustion was clear ont heir faces, especially Haewon and Y/N. The two eldest had been working day and night to get everything done in time for 21st April.

"Won, you should get some sleep, I can finish up." Y/N said, seeing Haewon slumped in the chair as he looked over the tracks. Haewon didn't complain, dragging his feet out of the room.

Y/N sighed and looked over at the clock. 3am. He's have to finish up later.

Incoming call from Park Jimin.

"Hello?"

"Y/N, hospital, now." Jimin said tersely. "Junyong got attacked by sasaengs."

"Wha- how come you're there?" Y/N asked dhis eldest brother. "You're BTS, not NCT."

"Well, I found him being attacked." Jimin said. "Just get here now, bring Jae and Sung with you."

Y/N grabbed his bag and raced over to the Dream dorm, frantically stuffing the extra key into the lock.

He knocked on Jisung and Jaemin's door. Jisung came out, half asleep, but woke up fully when he saw his twins panicked expression.

"What's going on?"

"Junyong's in the hospital."

Together, the twins went to the 127 dorm, and ended up taking Taeyong with them too.

____________________

"Hyung!" Jimin looked up and smiled slightly as his siblings raced up to him, Taeyong with them.

"Hyung, is Junyong okay?" Y/N asked.

"He's fine now." Jimin said. "He was a bit shaken earlier and he sprained his wrist."

"No." Y/N mumbled, beginning to panic. "No, no, not now."

"Shh, Y/N, calm down." Jaehyun said. "It's going to be fine."

"No, it's not." Y/N snapped. "The comeback is in two weeks and we still have one music video to record!"

"We can delay the comeback." Taeyong said. "Sprains can heal pretty quickly and Junyong wasn't seriously hurt."

#jaemin #jisung x male reader #kpop x male reader #na jaemin #nct dream x male reader #nct future series #nct x male reader #nct x reader #park jisung x male reader #nct 127 x male reader #nct future #nct u #nct future ot8

[star-suh]

Teaching a Lesson

Park Jisung x Male Reader

cw: dom top jisung, pwp, jisung and reader are fuckbuddies, possessive behavior, mating press, angry sex, overstimulation, degradation, dumbification, breeding, ripping clothes, tummy bulge, feminization but it's only once, hole slapping, marking but with a marker lol.

an: i read the “he whores out online..” phrase somewhere and this idea came out teehee.

also this is short.

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jisung was angry. he has been horny all day and his fuckbuddy don't answer his calls neither texts, jisung was suspecting that he was ignoring him because he has been posting suggestive photos with other men at a party “he whores out online but ignore my texts hm?” an evil smirk appearing on his face “you're going to have a bad time ynnie” he licked his lips...

“why do you call me?” yn was now standing at jisung's house front door. jisung gently grabbed him by the chin and started to speak in a low tone, “i have been looking for you all day to get rid of my hornyness but you decided to ignore me, instead, you wanted to be passed around by everyone at that party. i imagine how loose that slut's hole must be but guess what, you're my slut, i thought you already understood it?” with each sentence he applied more pressure to the other's jaw, "for fuck's sake jisung, let go of me, it hurts”. “oh that's not the only thing that's going to hurt tonight” he mocked pushing yn to enter the house.

yn was now below jisung, he had his clothes on but his pants were torn, jisung tore them right on his hole revealing that he wasn't wearing underwear "what a slut". then jisung introduced his cock, beginning to thrust mercilessly into the other.

yn was begging and moaning for jisung to be gentler "shh..low down~ pleasee~ i won't do it.. hng…a-again" drool coming out of his mouth forming a small pool of it on the floor. "whores have no right to ask me to go slow and gentle with them. whores should take it as rough as possible… because that is the only way i have to make you stop asking. for. cock. elsewhere.” those last 4 words were accompanied by hard thrusts. yn's hole was already destroyed and gaped. everytime jisung pulls out the ring of muscles clings to his shaft as if he didn't want to let him go “your whore's pussy it's gripping on me” he joked “love when your body is the one telling me that i'm the best cock you've ever had”, jisung takes it out and slapped right into the gaping hole sending a somewhat pleasant pain throughout yn's body.

jisung folded yn and fucked him in a mating press style, in this position it was easier for jisung to give harder thrusts and go much deeper forming a tummy bulge, he loved the sound of the moans and the nonsense that came out of the other's mouth. maybe jisung should fuck him dumb more often to see if he stops being a whore once and for all.

the hours passed and jisung didn't stopped, one of the things that yn always worried about when jisung was upset is that he has a lot of stamina so he could fuck for hours without getting tired. the other's ass cheeks had a red color while a pinkish red hue is around the loose ring of muscles, which was dripping with a mix of sperm and lube.

"how delicious your hole feels inside ynnie, all hot with my churned sperm in there… my pretty cumdump” he whispers on yn's ear and then kissed him, “i hope this taught you a lesson, bitch” as a final touch, jisung grabbed a marker and wrote on the other's ass in capital letters "JISUNG'S CUMDUMP" he laughed as he finished emptying the remaining loads of sperm that remained in his balls..

is the marker erasable or permanent? yn won't know that until the fucking session is over and he goes to take a bath.

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[nobodyeverasked]

morning doves; park jisung

(7,964 words) -  large

summary ➣ Jisung makes sure to continue to be NCT’s new member, Y/N’s, safe place as he is set to join Jisung and the rest of NCT Dream for their newest season of 7llin’ in the Dream.

genre ➣ fluff​

.・゜-: ✧ :- .・゜-: ✧ :-   -: ✧ :-゜・. -: ✧ :-゜・．​

Y/N peeled off his jacket as he and the rest of NCT Dream filtered through the entrance of their rented property and spread themselves out across all the floors. Jeno and Jaemin heading upstairs to get the best pick of bedrooms, Chenle and Haechan unloading a few bundles of groceries onto the kitchen counters, and then Jisung, Mark, and Renjun dispersing to what they thought were the quietest corners of the house to take a little bit more time for themselves before cameras started rolling.

The afternoon sun took on a warm, coral glow as it began to sink beneath the horizon, giving one last kiss of blazing gold to the clouds before it let the sky bleed black. And the breeze filtered in through propped open windows, chuckling as it wrapped around Y/N’s shoulders in some sort of makeshift comfort as Y/N just shifted restlessly in the middle of the living room. He was here, a seat right in between Jisung and Chenle for him in the car that brought him all the way through the front door; however, he felt as if he couldn’t settle his weight on anything or it would shatter. 

So he just stood with his jacket draped in his arms, the warm ivories of the overhead lights spilling down his back did nothing to ease the tension he could feel building up in every one of his hesitant steps toward something he wanted to take a closer look at. Y/N knew that being integrated into NCT Dream’s already pretty solidified dynamic was going to be jarring, as his impression in the coastlines that the seven other boys have conquered together would probably have no room. He didn’t know that it would be this hard, though, that he’d constantly face the threat of having his place in the sand washed out by the tides.

There were things that made it marginally easier, shining lights at the edge of seemingly endless paths that made all those sleepless nights clinging to the beats of his practice music, and holding on so dearly to the withered stars of his dreams in his hands in hopes that they’d be set alight again all worth it. 

“Y/N…?”

Y/N instantly turned around to the voice that wandered tentatively into the room, the sunlit silhouette of Jisung following right after it as he ducked through the doorway to meet Y/N’s eyes. Seeing Jisung’s curious smile dragged a breath out from Y/N he unfortunately knew he was holding - he never wanted to take up too much air when he was around a sub-unit of NCT he’s supposed to be fixed in. 

Right now, though, it just feels like he’s been shoddily attached onto it with a flimsy piece of tape. He feels like one wrong move or word or step or action can leave him with nowhere to turn, and with all the years and sanity he’s thrown to windless afternoons and sunless days trapped in mirrorless practice rooms just washed away with no remorse.

Jisung didn’t make him feel like that, though. Being in his arms always made him feel okay and that he finally belonged. That the places where Jisung held him delicately by the edges of his fingertips or by a firm grip on his shoulders whenever they’d laugh too hard and be pulled into each other’s gravity weren’t just by a series of merely fortunate coincidences or by a lucky strike. Jisung just made him feel like everything was certain and secure, and it’s been so long since he’s been able to reclaim that feeling - even fleetingly.

“Whatcha doing? We should try and get dibs on a good bedroom before we have to sleep on the couch…” Jisung’s laughter was quiet, but his smile brightened as he noticed a tense chuckle begin to trickle from Y/N’s pressed lips as well. It didn’t take anybody clairvoyant to see how stressed Y/N was, and how stressed he’s been since he received the news that he’d be joining NCT Dream. He nudged Y/N in the stomach as he made his way closer and wrapped an arm around his tightened shoulders, taking pride in how they relaxed as soon as Jisung caressed Y/N’s arm soothingly.

All Jisung wanted to do was put a smile on Y/N’s face and ease his nerves every single time he’d find himself pulled toward Y/N standing awkwardly, straying from the crowd. He’d always be shifting on his weight as if he was so uncertain whether he was allowed to settle it or not, and with the glimmers that faded in and out in his gaze, it seemed as if he was always trying to find whether he belonged in their spaces or not, as if the answer to the question would ever be ‘no’. 

Jisung was admittedly always his safe place, as seeing Y/N so uncertain of himself in every setting he was brought into broke his heart. He’d just do anything to take Y/N in and tell him that he belongs, and he has, but he knows that he has to do more than that to make Y/N believe it. That was especially the case with the way Jisung treated him before; when Y/N was first brought through the doors and put under the spotlight of the eyes of every single NCT member that debuted before him. There was a point where there was a lot of ground to make up for them, where kind smiles and warm embraces were once uncertain, stolen glances and cold shoulders.

When Y/N was initially introduced to NCT as their new maknae, Jisung would be lying through his teeth if he claimed to be as thrilled to have Y/N with them as he is now. And when Y/N was assigned to share the room Jisung was accustomed to being in all by himself, his mixed feelings about Y/N’s arrival were even harder to hide and shove beneath his pillows. He couldn’t distinguish between what he wanted to feel from what he could feel, and that left him empty-handed with every single earnest attempt that Y/N made at conversation whenever their paths crossed.

Jisung didn’t know whether to be supportive or upset, or if any of his feelings were justified as he’d bid Y/N farewell around every corner with nothing but a ducked head and a silence that’d leave Y/N’s voice filling in a space that Jisung didn’t want to fill. After Y/N’s attempts began to grow fewer and farther between, to the point where Y/N would barely steal a glance in the mirror during their joint practices, Jisung finally had the time to trace his steps over the cracks he left in their past attempts at conversation. He’s seen Y/N recede, lose the presence painted in beautiful, pink flush that came in through the practice room doors; and he found himself missing that, as if the withered roses that bloomed on Y/N’s face instead with every time Y/N would catch himself slipping and trying to talk to Jisung made his heart sink into this thick, all-encompassing emptiness.

Y/N was fulfilling all of Jisung’s subconscious, misguided wishes to distance himself from a family who claimed him as the youngest. And Jisung almost realized too late that what Y/N was doing wasn’t what he wanted at all. In fact, it broke his heart in a way he couldn’t recognize.

Whenever he’d come back to his and Y/N’s shared room and see no shape in the bed across from his, whenever he’d trek past the practice rooms on escapades for late night snacks at four in the morning, and whenever he’d wake up just before his alarm; Y/N wouldn’t be there. He’d be wherever the music was leaking from under the cracks of the only closed practice room door, heavy breaths practically breaking the walls down as Jisung always stayed long enough, too long, to hear them crumble into weak, breathy sobs.

The first time he heard that happen, the moment the twisted symphony of Y/N’s ragged breaths would snap in two with a whimper that would make Jisung curl in on himself, he finally began to realize what he felt. It wasn’t just the regret of being part of the reason that someone - especially a member of NCT - is feeling alone, but also the echoes in the hollows of his heart that he didn’t know were there until he felt this sudden urge to push the door open.

So he did exactly that, he threw the door open to see Y/N scrambling to wipe away tears that trickled down his cheeks. All he could feel was this overwhelming guilt nearly knocking him over, and all he wanted was to take the ache of all Y/N’s struggles away.

They both remember how they sat in the middle of the practice room for hours that night, with Jisung listening to everything Y/N said and all the things he didn’t want to say. And they also both remember how Jisung said he was sorry for his contribution to all of it. He knew that achieving dreams wasn’t easy, and Jisung just made it harder. 

Jisung also recalled the exact moment he felt his heart shatter even more, as Y/N confessed how much he looked up to Jisung, and how he saw Jisung as everything he wanted to be when he finally was able to hold on to his dreams and debut. The person Y/N looked up to most turned his back on him, and took part in withering his glow.

He still finds himself apologizing to Y/N for all of it, and then loses himself in Y/N’s hands every time he does, as Y/N would always say that it was okay and that the stars he holds in his hands still shine brightest for him. 

The start to their relationship was rough, but everything that followed rendered them inseparable.

After their reconciliation, after they decided with a laugh that they’d spend the night in the practice room, and after Jisung curled himself around Y/N on that dirty practice room floor as they tried their best to go to sleep; Jisung stopped at nothing to make this place and to make NCT feel like Y/N’s home - what it was always supposed to be. He spent all of their time together, free or not, making up to him all the conversations he mindlessly threw away, all the sleepless nights playing around in practice rooms and lingering in living areas until dawn that Jisung once turned down.

Now, they’re at a place they never thought they’d be - but feel so happy to be in - balancing comfortably on this line between being friends and more than that. They loved each other, they knew that. But with recent NCT Dream promotions and their schedules filling up faster than they could run away from them into the sunsets they’ve shared on the rooftops Jisung would drag Y/N to, they haven’t had the time to put a definition to it yet.

They’re okay with it, though; having these lingering smiles and sneaking in nudges between their foreheads when the camera wasn’t recording, but not knowing what they mean. They didn’t need to know what they meant, all they knew was that all the little extra things they do for each other and with each other, all the exceptions they make in all their habits for one another, make them happy.

“Sorry, I was just looking around, taking in all the sights and smells and whatnot.”

Jisung considered Y/N’s excuse for a second to humour him, until he eventually raised an eyebrow with a smile. 

“Standing here, in the living room by yourself? I’m sure you take a lot of stuff in from here.” Jisung slid his hand down Y/N’s arm to tie their hands together, tugging him in the direction of the stairs so they could get up there before Chenle and Haechan were done in the kitchen. Y/N followed Jisung’s light, but still eager pulls on his fingers, catching onto his laughter with a giggle of his own. “We need to go! Before Mark claims two beds for himself-”

“Hey, why are there only seven beds?” Y/N and Jisung’s parade up the stairs was stopped as they saw Renjun stop at its landing, his call out to the managers and camera still hauling their equipment inside spilling over the railing and weighing Y/N’s shoulders back down. Renjun turned to see Y/N’s smile falter just a little, a sympathetic pout forming on his face as they locked eyes over Jisung’s shoulder. 

It was just a bed - there’s only so much space for beds in this house. At least they didn’t forget him in the parking lot or anything.

“You can just sleep with me, Y/N. I don’t mind sharing.” Renjun shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t want to pressure Y/N, but he hoped he took him up on his offer so he didn’t feel so alone on whatever he’d find as a bed instead. A little bit of frustration bubbled in Renjun’s stomach as he saw the panicked looks exchanged between the staff, and Jisung could feel a little bit beginning to flower under his skin as well. NCT Dream has been eight for a while now, and they’ve been preparing as eight far before they planned to do this season of 7llin’. 

Jisung knew that this was the last thing that Y/N needed to be feeling with all the readjustments that NCT had needed to make in their performances. Y/N was already feeling like extra weight, and Jisung was scrambling to find ways to make him feel otherwise.

“Or me.” Jisung turned around and took both of Y/N’s hands in his, making Y/N snap to attention and out of his pensive daze. Caressing Y/N’s knuckles, kneading his fingers into his palms, Jisung gestured up the stairs with a bright smile on his face. The idea of waking up on an ivory-lit morning with Y/N gently stirring in his arms, it reminded Jisung of all the mornings they never sleep through but still linger in each other’s embrace in anyways. “Come sleep with me, Y/N…”

“I-” Y/N wanted to accept the offer - he wanted to so badly. Nothing helps unravel Y/N’s ache quite like being under the weightlessness of Jisung’s touch and wrapped up in the warmth of his heartbeat as he would always bring Y/N on top of his chest during their aimless cuddling sessions. However, everything in him was drawing him towards the opposite. The last thing Y/N wanted to do was to surround Jisung with how anxious and deflated he’s been feeling. Seeing how happy Jisung was to do another season of 7llin’, and seeing the smile that’s been on Jisung’s face since the morning only made accepting his offer that much more difficult. “It’s okay, I think I’ll just take the couch.”

“Really?” Jisung wanted to be disappointed, but he wasn’t surprised enough to be. He could practically see the thoughts running through Y/N’s head with the way the glimmers shone in his eyes. However, understanding what Y/N was thinking didn’t mean that he couldn’t let a pout shine through. It only deepened as Y/N reached out to squish his cheeks, a hopeless attempt to get it to fade away. “Just because the managers forgot doesn’t mean we did…”

“I know, I just don’t want to make a thing out of it.”

“My offer still stands, though.” Shaking his head, Jisung gestured toward the coffee table ahead of the couch Y/N was going to sleep on. It was so far from upstairs, so far from Jisung’s room - where he wanted Y/N to be. But he respected Y/N’s choice to give himself space to feel his emotions, to talk through them with himself first. “It’s still on the table, right there, on that table.”

However, he missed when Y/N would just sit between Jisung’s legs, pressed up against his chest, and just spend the next few hours spilling out his emotions; now all Y/N sees himself as is a chore. As if Jisung wouldn’t kill to have another one of those evening therapy sessions in the middle of their room. 

As close as they are, Jisung really hasn’t been able to spend much time with Y/N. Their schedules were so disjointed until now, that the only time he could’ve ever seen him was when he caught Y/N in the hallway to check if he’d eaten yet. At least Y/N being here with the rest of NCT Dream will give them more time to spend together, and give Jisung more opportunities to give Y/N some of his favourite clothes.

“I can see it, standing there on the table.” Y/N smiled into Jisung’s hands as it was his turn to reach out and hold Y/N’s face in them. Even Y/N’s realized how little time they’ve truly had to spend with each other nowadays.

“Good, I’m glad you can see it. It’s right there when you need it-”

“Thanks, Sungie.”

Jisung’s touch lingered on Y/N’s jaw, caressing his neck before Jisung made his way upstairs, splitting off from Renjun into his own separate room. Before completely disappearing past the door frame, he jokingly gestured toward the coffee table one more time with a radiant smile. 

Y/N couldn’t help but let his laughter pool at the bottom of the stairs, where he was left to play with the shadows of Jisung’s touch that always managed to sting like setting sunlight.

Looking over to the couch with a sigh, Y/N rushed over to help the staff set it up for him. But as he was straightening out blankets and choosing between pillows they offered him, he couldn’t help but stare back up to Jisung’s half-open door. It was taunting him, the way it so slyly hung on its hinges made Y/N want to run up there and bound over to where Jisung was probably laying in bed already. He could almost see Jisung’s arms instantly dropping his phone and opening for Y/N to fall right in. 

The ‘offer’ Jisung has on the table is starting to look better than Y/N thought.

*

Jisung stretched himself out on his bed, letting out a weak and defeated sigh as he felt the empty space between his arms instead of the waist that would usually be there. There were no ripples in the sheets, as Y/N always woke Jisung up by gently stirring in his hands, and brought Jisung ever closer with the sounds of his incoherent mumbling he always buried into Jisung’s chest. 

Sometimes, when the ivory sunlight sang shimmers into Y/N’s skin in just the right way, Jisung would let his hands wander, fingers tracing the curves of Y/N’s sun-stained silhouette until Y/N would finally show a smile. He’d reveal all the moonlight they kept just between them whenever Jisung would pull Y/N closer and beg him to stay the night under Jisung’s sheets.

He missed those times when things used to collide in such a perfect way they’d often joke that it was by design. Now, everything feels like it's swinging off its hinges, acting in a disorder Jisung hadn’t felt since they weren’t even friends. Wherever Jisung was, Y/N wasn’t, and whatever Jisung was doing, Y/N couldn’t with all their mismatched schedules leaving them too disoriented to focus on the stars in one another’s eyes anymore.

Jisung thought for a moment, though. Y/N wasn’t as far as he usually was. If Jisung were to squeeze himself through that sunlit crack in the door he’d see Y/N just over the railing, probably in a tangle of blankets on the couch and still trying to get to sleep. 

He only knew about the sleepless nights Y/N had to go through alone from side conversations between camera people, or from wayward comments from his choreographer as he mumbled to himself between breaks. All he could do was hear about it and do nothing to fix all the strain that he knows Y/N’s been under, always just imagine how Y/N’s just about to snap and crumble and how he can’t simply run out the door and take Y/N up into his arms - wherever he is.

Y/N would always joke about how he slept best in Jisung’s embrace, how he couldn’t get any rest unless Jisung was holding him. Jisung didn’t know how true that actually was until one day, Jisung woke up to see Y/N struggling to shake the stale moonlight from his shoulders. The deep flush on Y/N’s cheeks that would always make Jisung just want to reach out and hold him was nothing but scattered ashes, a colourlessness that made Jisung’s heart shatter.

Jisung remembered instantly bolting out of bed just to pull Y/N in and take him back down into it, letting the sunlight dry out under their hands as Jisung felt Y/N collapse near-instantly in his arms. It made him so happy to waste a day away once more with Y/N, but he never wants to see him like that ever again.

That was one of many reasons why Jisung wanted Y/N to take his offer. Jisung wished he forced him a little bit more, pulled him in by the waist with a smile as bright as he could muster to see if he could make Y/N cave in. Because he knew that they were both happiest when they were tied up in each other’s embrace with nowhere else to go. 

Peeling himself out of bed and making his way downstairs, Jisung instantly found the dullness in his breath brightening up the moment he could see Y/N’s head peeking out of the bundles of blankets on the couch. As he made his way closer, wrapping around the coffee table - where he could still see his offer to slip into Jisung’s bed and into his arms standing tall - he sighed when he saw Y/N’s eyes struggling to close in an attempt to get any sleep. 

The last time Jisung witnessed the sky changing colour, he was with Y/N, conquering the night until the moonlight had no room to breathe. He knew, though, that this wasn’t Y/N’s first time feeling all the colours in the sky stick between his fingers and weigh him down.

Jisung just wanted to take Y/N’s hands and scrub them clean of all the tireless nights wasting away in front of practice room mirrors. He wanted to be there for him and be with him to make things a little easier, but the only way he could do that was through constant texts that could only do so much.

“Hey, Y/N.” Jisung kneeled by the couch, announcing his presence with a gentle shake to Y/N’s shoulder that took him swiftly out of his half-sleeping daze. He leaned into Y/N’s shoulder, burying his voice into his neck as he felt himself drown in distant memories of coffee-stained sundays that hung by the loose threads of Y/N’s hoodie. “Did you get any sleep?” 

Jisung pressed kisses into Y/N’s shoulder as he spoke, a smile soon molding the shimmers his lips left on Y/N’s skin as he slung an arm around Jisung’s neck to caress at his nape. Giving in to his failed attempt to speak, Jisung just let all of his questions melt into a low, content hum as Y/N kneaded his hand further into Jisung’s skin.

“Yeah, actually.” Grumbling into Jisung’s hair before he pushed himself up with a groan, he couldn’t help but share Jisung’s smile as they just took a second to look into each other’s eyes. As much as Y/N didn’t want to think about how long it’s been since he could just take a moment to breathe - only to lose all his air the moment he stares just a little too long at Jisung - all he could feel was just pure relief. The relief, though, just made him realize how much stress he’s been under, how much he’s needed to hold up without Jisung’s hands there to hold him steady. “I’ll get up in a bit?”

As much as Jisung wanted to believe Y/N, as much as he wanted to just take his word for the trying smile he kept on his lips until Jisung let his attentive gaze slip and catch the camera crew start to set up their stuff for the morning; he knew he couldn’t. Jisung could admit that he wasn’t always the most perceptive when it came to anything. Despite how tall he was, things just seemed to go over his head.

Not with Y/N, though. Sadly, he’s seen too many of his strained smiles and too much of the burned-out glimmer in his eyes to not know Y/N’s lies when he sees or hears them. It was never about anything trivial, not about stolen food from the fridge or about clothes he’d ‘borrow’ that Jisung would just let him keep anyways. Only about the big things, about how he could always push himself a bit more, and about how he’s fine despite his body threatening to burst at its worn seams and crumble with so much as a pat to the shoulder.

“You’re a terrible liar.” Jisung said curtly with a pout, giving Y/N no room to speak as he peeled Y/N from the blankets on the couch and tugged him by the wrist back over to the stairs. He wasn’t going to let Y/N slip through his hands again. “Come on.”

“I- Jisung-”

“You need sleep, Y/N. I’m not just gonna sit here and watch you wear yourself thin again.” Jisung instantly halted Y/N’s protests, pulling him close and nudging their noses together as they stopped at the bottom of the stairs. If they get up there fast enough, maybe the sweetness of the dawn’s blue light could still be waiting on the other side of Jisung’s bed that he hasn't touched yet. “Can you please just come to bed with me? We could sleep in a couple more hours before activities start…”

“Okay. Thank you, Sungie…” Y/N’s words spilled from his tongue in nothing but a silent angle of breaths. He couldn’t even think about saying anything but yet as he stared into the stars that circled Jisung’s eyes as he pursed his lips in anticipation. 

As Jisung let out a little squeak of excitement, Y/N couldn’t help but melt into Jisung’s touch as it guided him up the stairs. By the time Y/N was close to building himself back up, tying back up the ends that Jisung would end up unravelling all over again with the slightest glance of his bright smile, they found themselves in Jisung’s room. 

“Of course... I didn’t think I’d ever need to beg for your cuddles.”

“I…” Y/N didn’t feel the longing in Jisung’s words until too late, until Jisung was already nudging Y/N closer to the bed and lifting the covers for him to slide inside. He could see the faint blues, remnants of the dawn being flung up from the folds in Jisung’s sheets as they stretched out the covers a little bit more. Jisung really was waiting for him…

“I understand why you think I might want space, but I don’t want it.” Jisung said as he watched Y/N finally get into his bed and shuffle under the covers with a content smile, one that always brought Jisung so much joy whenever he was able to drown in its glow. 

In Y/N’s light was the only place he loves to be, wading through every shine in Y/N’s eyes, breathing in every echoed word they’ve ever sleepily murmured to each other in hollow practice rooms. A perpetual slip and fall into nowhere and everywhere, that’s what it was. And Jisung knew that he’ll never be able to feel the ground again for as long as Y/N’s hands stay wandering in his, for as long as he can feel Y/N’s heartbeat shake him to his core on those nights where they had nothing but one another to lean on. 

For as long as Y/N will keep wanting him, keep missing him for the split seconds he isn’t there. That’s how long Jisung will stay swept off his feet with nowhere to land but Y/N’s embrace. 

And finally being able to feel it after so long, Y/N’s hand in his, being able to let his cautious and shy kisses fuel the fires in Y/N’s blush once again, Jisung always realizes too soon yet too late how much he missed Y/N until he’s right there. With the way Y/N looked up at him from the bed, such a relaxed shimmer in his eyes, such ease in his smile, all Jisung wanted to do was slip in right next to him. 

“We literally haven’t spent time like this in so long... I’m so glad to be here with you, and with Dream. It’s everything I could ever ask for…” To hear those words leave Jisung’s lips as he made his way next to Y/N, and to feel them stick to Y/N’s skin like honey, made his smile so much brighter. “It would’ve been even better if they got you a bed-”

“Sungie…”

Y/N reached out and pinched at one of Jisung’s cheeks, watching a defeated pout bloom on Jisung’s face. Jisung just followed Y/N’s hand, pushing himself further into the pull of Y/N’s gravity as he tucked himself into the space in the sheets he wrapped around Y/N. His arms instantly curled around Y/N’s shoulders to bring him closer, taking him in and sinking into the remnants of his cologne that always manage to linger on Y/N’s neck in the best way.

Jisung buried himself further in the curve of Y/N’s neck when he felt Y/N melt further into his embrace. He pulled Y/N in more and more with a deep breath to run down Y/N’s nape, bringing Y/N between his legs and wrapping them around his hips.

The way Y/N just relaxed in his tangle of limbs made him want to stay here - and keep Y/N there forever.

“May I ask what’s going on here…?” Y/N ran his hands across the outside of Jisung’s thigh, running his fingers up to Jisung’s ankles, and winced with a giggle as he felt Jisung flinch under his mischievous touch. “It's oddly comfortable.”

“It’s my one-hundred percent hug. Our hug at its fullest potential.” Jisung fastened his grip just a little bit more - both his arms and his legs - and he let a little bit of laughter free when Y/N snuggled further into his embrace with a peaceful, satisfied grin that Jisung could feel the glow of even as he was still buried in Y/N’s neck. 

He didn’t expect Y/N to be surprised by the gesture, but a lot of time has passed since they were able to be in each other’s space like this; with Y/N liking his personal space, and Jisung liking Y/N’s personal space. Everything can finally be perfect again, the pieces of their long-lost sunlight finally sliding back into place with their slowly entwining fingers and the impulses Jisung followed in his small, delicate kisses up and behind Y/N’s ear. 

“You don’t remember when we used to do this all the time?”

“Jisung, I…” Y/N felt so awful with how many parts of what used to be their everyday routine have slipped his mind.

“I get it, I literally haven’t seen you in weeks with how much you’ve been practicing and all they’ve been putting you through.” Jisung untangled their intertwined fingers to caress Y/N’s knuckles, he wanted to smile fondly at the deep breath that Y/N took under his words, but it just made him feel more frustrated with what Y/N’s been put through all to ‘catch up’ with Dream and the rest of NCT. “You just work so hard and don’t expect any comfort. That’s all I wanted and want to do - comfort you…” 

Jisung held Y/N tighter, thinking about the time their friendship shone brightest. How Y/N would always show up at Jisung’s door to fall into his arms and rant, talk or even just fall asleep to the melody of Jisung’s heartbeat - a sound of pure comfort that he couldn’t find anywhere else. After a while, those visits to their shared room became less and less frequent, and the bed next to Jisung’s, even the space next to Jisung on his own bed whenever he offered his cuddles, was empty on more and more of Jisung’s early mornings. Jisung was the first person that Y/N ever went to, and he missed that feeling of being Y/N’s safe place, of being the place he would always feel the most secure and happy and free.

He wasn’t able to know how much Y/N was struggling, how much he was hurting, and how drained and worn down he truly was. He couldn’t see it or hear about it or have Y/N in his arms to feel him relax - and so Y/N didn’t. Y/N never got to relax, as there was always something being put between him and rushing back to his dorm to get a quick hug and a tender kiss to his cheek before needing to head back out into the night and grind it down under his sneakers in practice. Jisung never got to just hold Y/N by his waist and tell him that he was doing amazing…

“You’re doing such a great job, Y/N, you really are. I know taking a break is easier said than done, but I miss being your safe place and the one you always go to.” Jisung longed for Y/N to just show up anywhere but in text bubbles on his phone screen, for him to come through their dorm room door once more to just fall into Jisung’s arms, and for Jisung to help shove all those weights off Y/N’s shoulders as he took him in and wrapped him up in one of their ‘one-hundred percent hugs’. He knew that a part of it was due to how Y/N’s been seeing himself as a burden lately, especially with the day of his on-stage debut with NCT Dream enclosing on them more and more making Y/N feel like he was nothing but extra weight on the spotlight.

Jisung’s never been able to move his hands to Y/N’s cheeks and tell him firmly that he was nothing but a blessing to their team and make up for the months where Jisung’s actions said otherwise.

“I just want you to know that you can come to me, that’s all. Nothing’s too far out of my way if it’s for you; you know I’d do anything for you.” Jisung eased his grasp on Y/N for just a moment to let him turn around and meet his eyes. He could finally see Y/N’s smile, the way it glowed, and how it shone with all the sunlight they couldn’t share this morning - it made the restless night that Jisung waited all worth it. Jisung tucked a lock of Y/N’s hair behind his ear and smoothed his thumb against his cheek, Y/N’s soft chuckle trickling from his lips pulling Jisung in. “Give me a call and I’ll be there in seconds.”

“I’ll come to you more, I promise…” Y/N knew that he was anxious about going to anybody about anything, even someone he loved and trusted as much as Jisung. But what he constantly failed to realize beyond how his choreographers treated him like an afterthought, how his vocal coaches make him feel as if he is just going to fade into nothing, there are twenty-three people who love him and care for him. Among those twenty-three is one in particular, one whose love should shine through all the shadows he’s surrounded himself with. “And if you’re not there in seconds…? Do I get my order for free?”

“Order of what?” Jisung chuckled, putting his guard up for a punchline.

“My order of Jisung kisses.”

Sighing with a giggle, Jisung rested his forehead on Y/N’s and laced their fingers together. 

“My kisses are always free of charge...” Jisung leaned in as his voice died down, taking whatever was left of their voices in the sunlight between their lips as they slowly and softly entwined them. The melodies of the late morning sang between their teeth, Jisung taking Y/N’s jaw in his hand to bring him closer. “Maybe except for my ‘snuggle tax’...”

They pulled back with smiles, the burn of the sparks they always set alight between each other finally beginning to settle in. The hums strung together by their slowly untying lips snapping off into the silence of their breathlessness. Despite these types of kisses being a rarity between them - Jisung taking in the shine between Y/N’s teeth only when the moonlight hung still over one of their few truly quiet, peaceful moments - they were always like this. They could work it down to a science as fine as the air in Jisung’s chest whenever Y/N’s touch would settle in all the right places.

“The only tax I’ll ever pay.”

The moment Y/N and Jisung would pull back and leave the fires under their skin to bloom into the most beautiful flowers, that was the moment when they realize, over and over again, how their kisses make them feel. So new yet the exact same every single time, Jisung’s kisses on Y/N’s smile were something special.

“Better get to paying then.” Jisung watched with a smile as Y/N turned around in his embrace, fingertips running up and down Jisung’s legs in the gentlest, most delicate way before Jisung took Y/N’s hands and tied them together again. Y/N hummed as Jisung squeezed tighter and buried a grin into Y/N’s neck before falling back to his place behind Y/N’s shoulders, legs around Y/N’s waist.

He could feel Y/N already beginning to slip away, all the tension in his shoulders fading the moment Jisung wrapped his arms and legs around Y/N again. Y/N just felt so alright, as if the pressures that lingered right outside the doors of this room just didn’t matter. It made falling asleep and letting them stay there so easy…

“Y/N…?” Jisung leaned over to whisper in Y/N’s ear, unaware of how quickly Y/N fell asleep in his arms, but as soon as he saw Y/N’s peacefully closed eyes and the remnants of their tangled shine on his lips, he froze over Y/N. He just chuckled and kissed Y/N’s cheek before leaning back, so glad that Y/N finally had the room - and felt like he could have the room - to relax and unwind. There was no better place to unravel but under the weight of Jisung’s hands. “Finally-”

“RISE AND SHINE, BITCHES!” 

Jisung snapped up to the blaring voice that came spilling in through the doorway, and he scrambled to silence it. The moment a still screeching Haechan rounded the corner to the bed where Jisung was doing everything in his power to keep Y/N sound asleep, Jisung took his pillow and threw it as hard as he could near Haechan’s face. The moment he realized what he did was when Haechan looked over in shock from his crouched position on the ground, hands still grasping at his head from the mere shock that not only did Jisung try to throw something at him, but the fact that he dodged it.

Jisung wanted to care about the awe on Haechan’s face, but he couldn’t with a stirring Y/N in his arms, moments away from waking up. He couldn’t let that happen.

“Uh, good morning to you too, I guess.” Haechan picked up the pillow and squinted over to see Jisung hunched over a Y/N shaped impression in the blankets.

“You really know how to make an entrance at the worst times.” Jisung shuffled back and reached for his phone, his stare more intense than playful. Haechan only saw the sarcasm in his eyes, though. “One more step and I call Jeno.”

“Oh yeah, because he’s definitely gonna be awake to get your call.” Haechan retorted, only to see Jisung roll his eyes. He lifted an eyebrow as he could see Jisung’s eyes swiftly soften, but Jisung was far from relenting on his threat to get Jeno to drag him out of the room. “What’re you giving me that look for? I just came to wake you up.”

“That’s great and all, but can you please let Y/N sleep? He’s been up all night.” Jisung looked back down to Y/N to see him still sound asleep. Part of him was glad, but another knew that a whole night awake - watching the stars die out as the horizon bled gold and silver through the violets of the night - was probably the reason Y/N could sleep through all of this. “Please…? You can make our lives hell later.”

Haechan took one more look at Y/N sleeping in Jisung’s arms. He wasn’t as close to Y/N as Jisung was - nobody was - but as a member of NCT Dream, he knows about everything that the company has put him through recently. If anybody deserves a break, any sort of rest or comfort, it was Y/N. Shrugging his shoulders with a sigh, Haechan not-so-reluctantly surrendered with a pout, backing away from the bed. 

“Fine…” Haechan grumbled, looking over at how peaceful Y/N looked, how Y/N finally got to grasp what quiet felt like. Turning around, he closed the door softly behind him, probably bounding over to Jeno and Jaemin’s room to do the exact same thing.

“Did you just threaten Haechan…?” Jisung flinched as he heard Y/N’s voice slowly trickle out into the golds of the sunlit air, and then chuckled as he saw the irony in Y/N only stirring awake the moment Haechan left the room. 

Saying nothing, letting only a casual hum come from his lips, Jisung nodded and nudged Y/N’s cheek with his nose. 

“Hot…”

“Oh really, I’m hot? I never noticed.” Jisung arched an eyebrow and lifted himself up to hang over Y/N again, pressing one of Y/N’s hands down into the mattress and tangling their fingers together. He took so much pleasure in how Y/N scoffed at his smirk, and how the light in his eyes shone just right.

“I hate you…” Y/N made a futile attempt at trying to get Jisung off of him with a push to his shoulders, but that only made it worse, as Jisung did nothing but lean into his touch and scrunch up his nose.

“I hate you too, my love.” He nudged Y/N again, hands on his waist poking into his stomach before he settled back to where he was. Jisung relished in the way those words stumbled from his tongue so haphazardly, as he doesn’t often use words like that for Y/N, at least not out loud. However, they sound so right, as if he’s meant to call Y/N by those names, and as if he was supposed to carve out those words in Y/N’s sky and Y/N’s sky only.

“Glad we agree.” Y/N sighed as Jisung’s arms made their way back around him, and he already felt himself soaking in Jisung’s warmth all over again. “You know, NCTzens are gonna get a kick out of seeing you spooning me.” He said, remembering how all the camera equipment the staff were hauling into the building during the night - one of the many reasons why he couldn’t sleep. They were bound to record the bedrooms, too. Even Jisung forgot that they were here to film a 7llin’. It’s just what Y/N’s touch and mere presence do to him, making him think only about Y/N and all the ways he can align the stars under his skin.

“I guess they will.” Jisung chuckled, thinking about the reactions already; people making chaos of Jisung’s single exception laying between his arms and legs as if he were always capable of doing that before Y/N brought it out of him. “We might as well throw our ship into the ring at some point - better sooner than later - since I don’t know how long I can hold back from loving you on camera…” Wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist, Jisung thought about everything he’s already done on camera, things he’s considered ‘holding back’.

Holding onto Y/N’s hands for an awkwardly long time that was just long enough, grabbing Y/N by the waist and dragging him into the frame of their vlive as he was about to walk out of it, trying his best to take Y/N to the ground during one of their dance practices, only for Y/N to leave him on his back instead. He started there, and he was far from stopping.

“You’ve been holding back this whole time?” Y/N craned his neck to take a look at Jisung’s radiant grin before sighing - half its melody of defeat, accepting that Jisung will never stop loving him, and half in pride and happiness, knowing that Jisung will never stop loving him.

“Yeah, exactly.” Jisung buried his face further in Y/N’s shoulder, smiling into the daylight as it began to sweep them both away. He knew that it was easy for Y/N to fall asleep in his embrace, but it always took him until too late to realize that holding Y/N brought him more peace than he could ever find anywhere else.

As they fell into each other’s warmth, they failed to notice a cautiously approaching Haechan, squeezing himself through the crack in the door and rounding the corner. He instantly flinched, ducking upon entry like a reflex, expecting Jisung to throw another pillow at him. But he chuckled softly as he looked over to see them both sound asleep, Jisung impossibly closer to Y/N than he already was, their hands tied together in a way that made even Haechan’s heart nearly burst. He’s never been more proud of Jisung and their newest member, but this pride soon turned into something a little more devilish as he whipped out his phone and crept up to get better angles.

“I am definitely using this for blackmail later…” Haechan let out a sinister giggle before wrapping himself back around the corner. On his way out, he whipped his head up to see Chenle parading over, weaseling through the door to scream at the top of his lungs.

“GOOD MORNING-” 

Haechan slapped his hand over Chenle’s mouth, stopping his screech to wake Y/N and Jisung up in its tracks, and dragged him out, grumbling under his breath as he closed the door quietly with an endeared smile.

"I love you...” Jisung mumbled in his sleep, the slightest feeling of Y/N’s skin under his fingertips, even the most faded light in Y/N’s eyes or smile or laughter, and that was all Jisung could think about. That one thing; how much he loved him. 

He didn’t need a response, he never needed Y/N to say anything back, return all his affections with an even more radiant grin. As all their moments together, from their loudest moments stuck in pale, sickly lit practice rooms or caught in the complete disorder that their group always manages to create, to their quietest moments, where there was nothing between them but comfortable silence. 

All their moments spoke for everything Y/N says and doesn’t say, everything he feels, and everything he can’t until he’s under Jisung’s spotlight.

“I love you too...”

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[niki-phoria]

pairing: jisung x gn!idol!reader genre: fluff word count: 331

a/n: i'm kinda falling in love with the nct boys specifically haechan, chenle and shotaro

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"i'm glad you could make it," mark smiles, pulling you into a quick hug.

"thank you for convincing my manager to let me fly out here," you laugh. "i have no idea how you do it."

"it just takes a little convincing, is all," he says. you grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and following mark to where a driver is waiting. "we gave him the single room tonight, he should be alone."

"thank you. i really appreciate it."

"it's no problem."

"it's room 320," mark says. "we have tomorrow off. we'll see you then."

you nod, walking through the hallway until you reach jisung's room. you knock on the door, waiting for jisung to open it. you can hear him sigh before the door swings open. he's barefaced, only wearing a black tshirt and an old pair of your sweatpants. his hair is a little wet and slightly disheveled. he gasps when he sees you, pulling you into a hug. "y/n!"

"surprise," you laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist. jisung buries his face in your neck.

"i missed you so much."

"i missed you too, baby." jisung pulls you into his room. you set your bag down on the floor next to jisung's before sitting down on the bed beside him.

"how did you get here?"

"mark is very convincing." jisung gently pushes you onto your back before moving to lay on your chest. you chuckle, running your fingers through his damp hair.

"we have the day off tomorrow," jisung murmurs. you hum. "i saw a museum on the way here, maybe we can check it out."

"that sounds nice." jisung yawns, tangling his legs with yours and snuggling even further into you. "tired?"

he nods, sleepily looking up at you. "i was gonna shower and then sleep, but now that you're here, we get to cuddle and sleep."

you chuckle, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "i love you."

"i love you too." he hums.

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[myscenic]

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