colors of you
[ jisung x reader: fluff ]
[ wc: 1.4k ]
a/n: i’m back :o
red
‘ow!’ you exclaim as you stumble off of jisung’s skateboard, landing on your bare knees and wincing.
jisung gasps. ‘are you okay?!’ he runs over to grasp your hand and pull you to your feet. ‘i’m so sorry, i should’ve held onto you longer,’ he groans dejectedly. ‘this is all my fault.’
‘it’s okay, jisung, i’m just clumsy, you know,’ you say as you give the boy a reassuring smile. ‘it’s not your fault. but can we go get cleaned up?’ your knees are scraped, and beads of red blood start to trickle from your wounds.
jisung gasps again. ‘y/n! get on my back!’ he urges, bending over so that you can jump on. you giggle a little as you oblige, and jisung starts sprinting towards your house as you cling onto his shoulders.
you sit on your kitchen counter as the boy pouts and cleans your scraped knees with rubbing alcohol pads from the first aid kit. he covers up the wounds with hello kitty band aids and sighs. ‘does it hurt a lot?’ he asks, looking up at you with sad puppy eyes. ‘i’m really sorry, i could’ve stayed closer and stopped this from happening.’
‘jisung, please, it’s fine.’ you meet his gaze with a smile and wrap him into a hug. ‘besides, it doesn’t hurt as bad with you by my side.’
orange
you and jisung walk to the new sushi restaurant next to your school for lunch. the two of you gape at the revolving belt that rotates plates of colorful sushi through the restaurant and stare in wonder when your sushi order halts to a stop on the conveyor belt.
after ordering a few plates of fish, you hold up a piece of light orange salmon to jisung’s mouth. ‘say ah!’
jisung blushes pink but obediently opens his mouth to take the sushi from your chopsticks. ‘it tastes better when you give it to me,’ he admits shyly. ‘now it’s your turn.’
you mimic jisung’s actions as he tries to feed you a piece of eel sushi. at the last moment, though, he pulls the fish away from your mouth, drawing a whine from you.
‘okay, okay,’ he laughs while you frown at him in mock anger. the boy finally gives in and watches happily as you chew and beam at him with cheeks full of rice.
‘you’re right, it does taste better like this.’
yellow
going shopping with jisung is always fun, even if it means going to the small local grocery store instead of some high-end department store. you stand on the ledge of the cart while jisung steers the cart behind you, his arms wrapping around you to prevent you from falling. together, you pick out new snacks to try and pore through the refrigerators for refreshing beverages.
the two of you end up wandering around the store separately, and you peer at the freezer section for some ice cream; the weather has been getting warmer, after all.
‘hey y/n, look at this,’ jisung calls from a different aisle, and you walk over to find jisung in a pastel yellow cap, admiring himself in a nearby mirror. ‘should i buy this? it’s kind of nice,’ he says excitedly.
you can’t help but laugh; with his full cheeks and shining eyes, he reminds you of a baby chick. ‘yeah, it looks good on you,’ you admit. you stand on tiptoe to reach up and pinch jisung’s cheek.
green
everything is blossoming around you, so you and jisung decide to have a picnic at the park. you pack a picnic blanket and make some sandwiches, while jisung buys ice cream to share in the warm weather.
you lay out the red and white picnic blanket under the shade of a tree surrounded by bright green grass and white daisies. you giggle as you create a crown of daisies and daintily place it into jisung’s hair. he likewise tucks a daisy behind your hair. ‘we’re daisy royalty now,’ he declares proudly.
after eating lunch, the two of you lay on the blanket. jisung puts an arm under your head as a makeshift pillow, and in the pleasant weather, you feel sleep overcoming you.
content, you and jisung nap under the tree for hours, and when you turn to your side, you can’t help but admire the boy across from you. his face, still framed by daisies, is tinted green by the light filtering through the leaves, and his eyes flutter open as if he can sense you’re looking at him.
you blush as jisung returns your gaze with adoring eyes, but you refuse to break the stare. his eyes curve into crescents as a smile blooms across his face.
‘i wish moments like this could last forever,’ you whisper.
‘me too.’
blue
the swings of the old playground creak as you and jisung gently rock back and forth, your hands intertwined between the swings. the two of you watch the sun set while talking about anything and everything. it’s fun to just talk about your pet peeves, or your dreams and passions, or simply how your day went.
the sky blooms into yellows and pinks and blues, all seamlessly blending into each other like a watercolor painting. as the moon rises, though, a light breeze starts to pick up. you shiver slightly in the chill, but jisung still notices.
‘you should’ve worn something warmer,’ he scolds, but nevertheless he hands you his worn denim jacket as you mutter an embarrassed ‘thanks.’ it’s soft and baby blue. as you pull it on, you notice it smells like jisung. like home.
the boy takes both your hands and clasps them in his to warm them up. ‘let’s get you home before you catch a cold,’ he says gently.
you walk hand in hand towards your house as dusk falls as jisung enthusiastically tells you about his new dance crew and shows you some new moves he’s been working on. he blushes when you compliment his skills; even though you don’t know much about dance, you know that jisung is talented.
you arrive at your doorstep too soon, and you fuss with the sleeves of the jacket that extend past your fingertips. ‘well, today was fun,’ you say quietly.
jisung grins, scratching his head bashfully. ‘yeah, we should do it again.’
you lean over to press a quick peck to his cheek. ‘text me when you get home, okay?’ you say, blushing.
jisung’s smile grows wider while his cheeks get hotter. ‘uhh, yeah, of course, bye, y/n!’
you give him a small wave before shutting the door and leaning against it, cringing at yourself. couldn’t you have been more eloquent?
on the other side of the door, jisung gives himself a little fist pump and beams as he starts to walk home. he doesn’t even notice that he forgot his denim jacket.
purple
when you’re overwhelmed with projects and tests for school, jisung suggests going to the library to work so that you can better concentrate. unfortunately, your school library has a strict policy on talking, so you and jisung are forced to pass notes on scraps of homework. you lend jisung a pen for his notes, and you choose to work on a calculus assignment.
jisung is right: the tranquility of the library does help you focus better, but you inwardly groan when you get stuck on a difficult problem. you furiously scribble a note reading ‘sos!!! math :(’ to jisung, but he shrugs. ‘i’m bad at math,’ his note reads.
you sigh and try to work the problem out. to boost your moral, jisung passes little encouraging notes, ranging from ‘you can do it!‘ and ‘i believe in you!’ to doodles of puppies and smiley faces.
with motivation from jisung (and some searching on the internet), you finally understand the problem and get the correct solution. ‘i knew you could do it,’ jisung writes, and you beam. you pass another note to the boy reading ‘i couldn’t have done it without you.’
your breath catches in your chest, though, when you read his next note, scribbled in sparkly purple ink and surrounded by hearts: ‘i think i’m in love with you.’
you glance over to see jisung’s cheeks bright red, his face hidden behind his hands. taking his hands into yours and looking into his eyes, you whisper, ‘i think i’m in love with you, too, jisung.’
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in your arms
[ johnny x reader: fluff ]
[ wc: 343 ]
a/n: this boy really said he doesn’t sleep with clothes on with his whole heart ; something short n sweet for the gentlest giant
he’s falling into empty darkness, his fingertips just millimeters away from yours and his mouth shaped in a perfectly round ‘o’ of surprise. you reach out as far as you can to grab his hand, and you can’t help but scream his name when you’re left fumbling with open air.
you wake up with a sudden jolt in a cold sweat, facing your sleeping boyfriend on his side.
‘johnny,’ you whisper.
his bare chest and broad shoulders continue to rise and fall with the rhythm of his breathing, his features peaceful and relaxed. no response.
you reach out for his warm hand instead to stabilize yourself and take a deep breath.
johnny stirs and blearily blinks one eye open, running his other hand through his tousled hair. he lets out a groan, but his larger hand instinctively tightens around your clammy ones when he notices your shaky composure.
‘baby,’ he whispers hoarsely, ‘what’s wrong?’
‘nothing,’ you mumble. when he raises an eyebrow at your response, you say, ‘i just had a bad dream, that’s all.’
he brushes a thumb over your cheek to wipe away a tear you didn’t even notice rolling down your face. ‘well, if you need someone to talk to, i’ll always be right here, angel.’
you shake your head. ‘maybe later, johnny,’ you whisper.
he watches you carefully and nods after you reassure him that you’re fine. ‘okay, well, it’s pretty late, let’s get back to sleep,’ he says gently with a smile, revealing the tiny dimple on his cheek.
‘sorry for waking you up,’ you pout.
‘no no, don’t be sorry,’ johnny laughs softly as he moves closer towards you. flexing his toned arms, he says, ‘i’ll protect you from any more bad dreams, baby. i’ll fight them off!’
you giggle as he draws you into his protective embrace, his warm body wrapped around yours. you drift off to sleep in your boyfriend’s comforting arms, your head against his chest and ears filled with his steady heartbeat. and you feel positive that better dreams are soon to come.
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