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Pairing: bf!mark lee x male!reader
Genre: smut, fluff at the end
Warnings: swearing, jealous sex, unprotected sex (always wear a condom b4 u do it!!), degradation, pet names, big dick mark, dom!mark, dumbification, size kink, nipple play, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, dacryphilia, possessive sex (i think), rough sex to fluffy sex idk, very messy💀
Word Count: 3.9k+
Synopsis: one day, y/n, mark and their friends hanged out with each other, but mark kept seeing y/n staring at his friend, making him jealous, so he taught y/n a lesson when they went home.
✎ Note: i think i went too far for this one?😭 and pls lmk if i made any mistakes in the fic :)
one sunny afternoon, a group of friends - jaemin, renjun, haechan, mark and y/n decided to embrace the warm weather and head to a nearby beach for a day of relaxation and fun. as they set foot on the sandy shore, laughter and excitement echoed through the air.
as the group settled down, their bodies basking in the sun's rays, a wave of warmth washed over y/n. his gaze wandered, drawn to the laughter and joy shared among their friends. but it was jaemin, with his radiant smile and his body, who captured y/n's attention.
jaemin had an irresistible charm, his presence exuding confidence and handsomeness. y/n's eyes traced the contour of Jaemin's muscular arms as he effortlessly engaged in conversations and playful banter. there was an undeniable allure to his physicality that stirred something within y/n. he knew he had a boyfriend, but still, he couldn't take his eyes off of him.
mark, observant as always, noticed the shift in y/n's energy. an undercurrent of jealousy washed over him, igniting his possessiveness. he felt a mix of anger and excitement flood his veins.
throughout the day, y/n and jaemin's interactions danced on the edge of innocence and flirtatiousness. their touches were subtler, their gazes lingering a moment longer than necessary. it was a game of tantalizing temptation that sent mark's jealousy into overdrive.
mark struggled to maintain his composure, his jaw clenched, and his hands tightly gripping the sand beneath him. he couldn't bear the sight of y/n’s gaze drifting towards jaemin, their laughter shared becoming increasingly intimate. rage and desire dueled within him, an explosive mixture that threatened to consume him.
he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as he watched y/n's eyes light up at the sight of jaemin's muscular arms. he couldn't blame him, jaemin was objectively attractive, but the way he was looking at him made mark's blood boil.
when the day had run its course, as the sun began its descent towards the horizon, y/n found himself questioning mark's decision to accompany him on his path home.
"babe, why are you going the same way as me?" y/n asked as they walked together, the rest of their friends having already gone their separate ways. "you didn't tell me that you were going to stay with me tonight."
mark gritted his teeth, trying to keep his anger in check. “i thought i'd walk you home," he said through clenched teeth. "and we need to talk about the way you were looking and being so touchy with jaemin earlier."
y/n's eyes widened in surprise. "i-i don't know what you're talking about," he stammered.
mark stepped closer to him, his voice low and dangerous. "don't lie to me," he growled, his breath hot on his ear. "i saw the way you were staring at jaemin, the way you touched him, like you’re begging him to fuck you. you're mine, y/n. you belong to me."
y/n shivered at mark's words, his heart racing in his chest. he knew he shouldn't find his possessiveness attractive, but he couldn't help the way his body reacted to him.
mark's hand reached down to grab his ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "you have no idea what you're gonna experience when we get back to your house," he whispered, his lips brushing against his ear.
mark's dominant nature took over as soon as they stepped foot inside y/n's house. without wasting a moment, he grabbed y/n by the arm, took him to the bedroom and forcefully threw him onto the bed. y/n's body bounced against the soft mattress, his heart pounding knowing what's coming for him.
mark, towering above y/n, his eyes filled with a dark intensity, let out a low growl. "you think you can give your attention to someone else, huh?" he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "well, let me show you who you really belong to."
“i-i'm sorry, it wasn't on purpose!” y/n said shakily.
“shut up.”
y/n's breath hitched, his body trembling as mark's words sent a jolt of excitement through him. mark's dominant presence was both intoxicating and terrifying, a combination that made y/n somehow feel horny.
mark wasted no time in shedding his clothes, his muscular physique on full display. his large, throbbing dick stood proudly, ready to claim what was rightfully his. y/n's eyes widened at the sight, he felt excited but nervous at the same time as he saw the huge length his boyfriend had.
“is this what you wanted?”
with a smirk, mark approached the bed, crawling over y/n's body. his hands roughly gripped y/n’'s wrists, pinning them above his head, as he leaned down and captured y/n's lips in a possessive kiss. y/n's mouth was claimed, his protests silenced as mark's tongue explored every inch, asserting his dominance.
"mm~" y/n moaned, his body arching against mark's touch, "mark... please..."
mark pulled back, a wicked glint in his eyes. "please what?" he taunted.
y/n's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but the overwhelming need for mark's touch compelled him to comply. "please... fuck me," he whimpered, his voice filled with desperation. "i need you inside me..."
“louder,” mark commanded.
“b-but-”
“hm?”
y/n sighed then proceeded to say it louder, “please fuck me, i need you inside me. please!”
mark's lips curled into a satisfied smirk. "that's what i like to hear," he growled, his voice dripping with dominance. "but remember, you're fucking mine. no one gets to fuck you like i do. safe word is blue."
y/n's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but mark's touch and words ignited a fire deep within him. as mark's hand trailed down y/n's body, his fingers teasingly brushing against y/n's exposed skin, y/n couldn't deny the growing ache between his legs.
mark's dominant grip tightened on y/n's wrists as he positioned himself at y/n's entrance. with a forceful thrust, mark claimed what was his, burying himself deep inside y/n's tight, eager hole. y/n’s breath caught in his throat, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through him.
"fuckk!" y/n cried out, his voice filled with a mix of pleasure and surrender. "this feels so good~"
mark's thrusts were relentless, his hips pounding against y/n's ass, claiming him over and over again. y/n's moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and surrender. the bed creaked beneath them, a testament to the intensity of their connection.
"such a slut," mark hissed in y/n's ear, his voice filled with sadistic pleasure. "you love being fucked like this, don't you? tell me how much you want it."
y/n's dick twitched as he heard mark's words, he couldn't help but find his words sexy. "i-i'm your slut, mark," he moaned, his voice filled with submission. "i need your dick... please don’t stop."
as their bodies moved in sync, the room filled with the sounds of their flesh slapping together, mingling with y/n's moans and mark's grunts. the air was thick with the scent of sweat and hotness.
y/n's body trembled beneath mark's relentless thrusts, it was faster than in the beginning. as their bodies moved together, y/n's moans filled the room, a symphony of ecstasy and longing.
"f-fuck-," y/n gasped, his voice strained with a hint of desperation. "slow down... it's too much..."
mark's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips. "sluts like you don't get to talk," he sneered, his voice laced with dominance. "shut up and take what i give you."
y/n's plea fell on deaf ears as mark's hips accelerated, his pace becoming more punishing. the forceful thrusts sent waves of intense pleasure mixed with a slight twinge of pain through y/n's body.
the stimulation made it difficult for y/n to form words. each thrust hit his prostate perfectly. his mind was consumed by the sensations, his mouth unable to vocalize any protests. drool escaped from the corners of y/n's mouth, a symbol of his complete surrender to mark's relentless fucking.
mark's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he gazed down at y/n, his grip on y/n’s waist tightening. "can't even form words, huh?" he taunted. "you're such a fucking slut. just a mindless, needy hole for me to use."
y/n's body convulsed with pleasure, his mind clouded by the intensity of the moment. mark's words cut through y/n's haze, further fueling the mix of humiliation and arousal that coursed through him. he was both mesmerized and surprised how the sweet boyfriend turned into a sexy and dominant one.
unable to articulate his thoughts, y/n’s moans grew louder and more desperate, his body arching to meet mark's punishing thrusts. each deep, forceful thrust made y/n felt so painful yet good at the same time.
y/n's body quivered as he came from the thrusts, his orgasm crashing through him like a tidal wave. his walls clenched tightly around mark's throbbing dick, milking him for every drop of cum. y/n's moans filled the room, a mixture of neediness and relief.
“shit, you're so tight.” mark groaned.
his eyes narrowed, a smirk spreading across his face as he felt y/n's release. "already? pathetic," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "each time we had sex you’d always hold longer," he continued, “but i don't blame you, i know my dick is too big for you to handle, but i don't give a fuck tonight.”
y/n's face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and shyness, his body still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm. the harsh words from mark pierced through him, fueling a twisted arousal within him.
y/n and mark had set for a couple of times before, but mark had never gone this rough on him. mark always took it slow and nice. but this time, he could sense that mark was really angry, but there was a part of him that secretly enjoyed being put in his place.
mark's thrusts became more forceful, his dominance overpowering y/n's senses. Each thrust was a reminder of his angryness, "i could fuck you all day," Mark growled, his voice laced with dominance. "if you weren't being a brat today, i would've fucked you the way we always did."
little did he know, y/n was secretly enjoying this side of mark, the dominating, sexy beast.
mark's grip kept tightening on y/n's hips, his tempo increasing with every thrust, making y/n cum again. "i'm not done with you yet," he hissed, his voice heavy with superiority. "i'm going to fuck you until you're completely dumb. you'll beg me to stop, but i won't. you're mine to use.”
y/n's blushed at the harsh words, but he thought mark was sexy while he was saying them. he was trapped in a cycle of pleasure and degradation, unable to deny the satisfaction that mark brought him.
y/n's body quivered under mark's touch, a mix of pleasure and a secret thrill coursing through his veins. this side of mark, the forceful and commanding side, was new to y/n. he regretted that he didn't discover it earlier.
as mark's lips crashed onto y/n's, a surge of neediness and longing consumed him. the taste of his own tears mixed with mark's saliva, creating a heady concoction that both excited y/n. his body responded eagerly, aching for more of mark's touch, more of his control, grinding constantly.
y/n's resistance wavered as the intensity of the situation escalated. the raw power radiating from mark overwhelmed his senses, leaving him craving more. it was a dangerous dance of pleasure and pain, a dance that y/n was secretly enjoying.
mark's tongue teased and explored, igniting a fire within y/n that he had never experienced before. each touch, each lick, only served to deepen the connection between them. y/n's moans mingled with the taste of their passionate kiss, a symphony of desire that echoed through the room.
and then, mark's hands found their destination, his fingertips grazing over y/n's hardened nipples.
mark's smirk widened as he flicked y/n's sensitive nipples with his fingers, relishing in the power he held over y/n. he had always knew that y/n’s nipples were sensitive so he didn't tease him during their sex. but this time, he didn't care, he let his possessiveness get over him (it was a good idea). a gasp escaped y/n's lips, quickly followed by a loud, uninhibited moan that echoed through the room.
“no n-not there fuckkk!" y/n cried out, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure that surged through his body. the defiance and surrender collided within y/n, driving him insane.
“you know i-i'm sensitive there!” y/n protested.
“so?”
mark's eyes gleamed with triumph as he continued to toy with y/n's nipples, teasing and tormenting them with each flicker of his fingers. y/n's moans grew louder. the sensations radiated from his nipples, spreading through his body like wildfire.
mark chuckled, a twisted satisfaction dancing in his eyes. ignoring y/n's plea, he continued his ministrations, flicking y/n's nipples with his nimble fingers. the sensation sent waves of tingling pleasure radiating through y/n's body.
y/n's whole body tensed up, his muscles straining against mark's firm grip on his wrists. tears welled up in y/n’s eyes, his body overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.
mark's twisted grin widened as he noticed y/n's tears. "aww, don't cry," he taunted, his voice filled with sadistic delight. "you know you love it. and i won't stop until i'm satisfied.”
y/n's breath hitched as mark's lips trailed down his cheek, leaving a trail of wetness in their wake. it's like mark was trying to kiss the pain away.
"such a good boy for me," mark whispered, his voice dripping with condescension.
y/n's mind spun, caught between the overwhelming sensations and power mark held over him. the tears on his cheeks glistened.
"please," y/n gasped, his voice laced with desperation. "i can't hold it any longer if you keep doing that.”
mark's laughter filled the room, a sinister sound that sent shivers down y/n's spine. "but you will," he declared, his tone dripping with authority. "you'll cum when i say so. this is your punishment for being a slutty bitch in front my friends.”
mark's actions spoke volumes, defying y/n's pleas and asserting his dominance. it was a twisted game of control, and y/n found himself caught in its enticing web. mark's touch ignited a fire within y/n, a fire that burned away any lingering resistance and replaced it with a burning hunger for more.
"god, i love hearing your moans and squirming under my touch," mark murmured with a dark satisfaction, relishing in the power he held over y/n. without hesitation, he lowered his head and licked y/n's sensitive nipples, his tongue swirling and sucking with an expert precision.
y/n's breath hitched, a mixture of pleasure and frustration coursing through his veins.
"fuck, i'm cumming!" y/n gasped.
but just as y/n was on the edge, mark abruptly stopped, leaving y/n whining in frustration. "heyy!" y/n protested, his voice laced with need. "mark, please..."
mark's eyes gleamed with a wicked delight as he locked eyes with y/n. "did you forget what i said earlier?" he questioned, asserting his dominance over y/n's pleasure. y/n's pout only fueled mark's amusement.
y/n's body quivered with anticipation, the denial intensified the throbbing ache within him, amplifying his need to please mark and earn the release.
mark chuckled, a dark and alluring sound that sent shivers down y/n's spine. the power imbalance between them was palpable, as mark reveled in his control over y/n's pleasure, pushing him to the brink of desperation.
mark grin as he positioned himself between y/n's quivering thighs again. with a forceful thrust, not asking if y/n was ready or not, he plunged his throbbing dick deep into his tight, hole, claiming him with a possessive dominance that left no room for escape. the sound of their bodies colliding filled the room.
y/n's breath caught in his throat as the sheer intensity of mark's thrusts sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body. each powerful movement pushed him further, his mind consumed by the raw, unadulterated pleasure he was experiencing.
mark's hips moved with a relentless rhythm, his dick pounding into y/n with a powerful force. the room was filled with the sounds of their moans mixing together.
y/n's body arched in response to mark's powerful thrusts, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensations.
mark's eyes bore into y/n's, a mix of dominance and lust shining brightly. he reveled in the control he held over y/n, using him as a vessel for his own gratification. each thrust was deliberate, calculated to push y/n to the edge. it was tormenting that y/n couldn’t cum.
the room was filled with the intoxicating scent of sex and sweat, the air thick with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. their bodies moved in perfect sync together.
"f-fuckk," y/n stuttered, his voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and surrender. "god, mark... you're so big," he gasped, his words punctuated by ragged breaths. drool escaped from the corner of y/n's mouth as his eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience.
mark's dominant presence loomed over y/n. "you like it, yeah?" he growled, his tone filled with possessiveness. "you're only mine to fuck, remember it," his words sent shivers down y/n's spine, he’d never seen his boyfriend that possessive before.
y/n's mind became a haze of pleasure, his thoughts fragmented and muddled. he could feel the heat of mark's body pressed against his own, the strength and power behind each thrust amplifying his pleasure to new heights. he was completely at mark's mercy, a willing victim to him.
“h-harder..” y/n murmured.
as mark continued to ravage y/n's body, his thrusts unrelenting, he leaned closer, his lips brushing against y/n's ear. "didn’t you want me to go slower earlier?" he cooed teasingly, his voice laced with a mix of mischief and dominance. "what happened, babe?"
y/n's breath hitched at mark's words, a mixture of embarrassment flooding his senses. he struggled to form a response, his mind consumed by the overwhelming pleasure mark was inflicting upon him.
"i-i... i can handle it," y/n managed to stutter, his voice quivering with a mix of defiance and submission. "don't hold back..."
mark chuckled darkly, delighted by y/n's response. "as you wish," he said. with renewed determination, mark increased the pace and force of his thrusts, fulfilling y/n’s request.
the room filled with the wet, slapping sounds of their bodies, the intensity of their connection pushing y/n to the edge. mark revealed in the power he held over y/n, his moans fueling his every movement.
mark continued his relentless assault on y/n's body, fucking deep into his prostate. the room became a haze of sweat, moans, and the intoxicating scent of sex.
y/n's fingers clawed at the sheets beneath him, his back arched in pleasure as mark's thrusts grew more urgent and forceful. he was surprised how mark hadn't come yet.
y/n's voice, dripping with desperation. "babe," he gasped, his voice laced with need. "please... let me cum. i can't hold it any longer."
mark's lips curled into a wicked smile as he maintained his punishing pace. "not yet, my baby," he cooed, his lips melting y/n’s, murmured between their kiss. “hold a little longer for me."
y/n whimpered in frustration, his body trembling with anticipation. he knew it was impossible, but he didn’t want to disappoint his boyfriend.
mark cupped y/n's face in his hands, his touch both possessive and tender. their eyes locked, a fiery connection sparking between them. "i'm almost there," he said, his voice filled with affection. "let's cum together, yeah?"
a surge of pleasure surged through y/n's body as mark's words washed over him. their lips crashed together in a desperate, passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining in a frenzy of love. the taste of each other mingled on their tongues.
as their bodies continued to move in unison, the room filled with the sounds of their moans and gasps. the wet sounds of their connection growing louder with each passing moment, they didn’t care if their neighbors heard them or not.
mark's thrusts began to grow sloppy, he could feel that he was close. y/n's body quivered beneath him, his moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment.
“shit, i’m close, baby,” mark groaned as he continued to thrust inside of y/n.
“give it all to me,” y/n cried out.
their connection reached its peak, mark's hips bucked uncontrollably, his dick buried deep within y/n's wetness. he could feel he was on the edge.
with a guttural groan, mark's body tensed, his grip on y/n's hips tightening as he surrendered to the climax that awaited him. y/n's body clenched around him, his walls pulsating as his own release washed over him.
as they came together, mark and y/n cried out in unison the room was filled with the sounds of their moans, their bodies writhing in pleasure as their orgasms collided.
for a few blissful moments, time stood still as they rode the waves of their shared climax. their bodies trembled in the aftermath, their breaths ragged and mingled. mark collapsed onto y/n, their bodies entwined as they basked in the aftermath of their connection.
as their breathing began to slow, mark's voice broke the silence, filled with sincerity and remorse. "i'm sorry, y/n," he murmured, his tone laced with regret. "i just couldn’t help but feel jealous when i saw you looking at jaemin. i shouldn't have gone so rough on you."
y/n's fingers traced soothing patterns along mark's back, his touch gentle and full of understanding. "It's okay," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth. "i know how much you care about me. i’m sorry too."
a small smile tugged at the corners of mark's lips as he looked into y/n's eyes, his expression a mix of vulnerability and adoration. "thank you," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "you mean everything to me."
y/n's heart swelled with affection as he met mark's gaze, his own eyes shining with love. "actually… that was amazing," he confessed, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "you always knew how to make me feel so good. but this time, it was… really good!”
a blush crept up mark's cheeks, his confidence momentarily replaced by a tender vulnerability. "i'm glad," he replied softly, his voice tinged with a hint of shyness. "you deserve nothing but the best."
with a shared understanding, they closed the distance between them and their lips met in a gentle, lingering kiss. it was a moment of tenderness and forgiveness.
after their gentle kiss, mark's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as he suggested, "shower?"
y/n nodded eagerly, his lips curving into a playful smile. "sounds perfect," he replied, his voice filled with anticipation.
with a strong and confident grip, mark scooped y/n up into his arms, effortlessly carrying him towards the bathroom. their bodies pressed close together, their skin still flushed and sensitive from their passionate encounter.
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this is so cute omfg 😭
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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Serial Cheater ~ Mako x Male Reader
This takes place somewhere along season 2 - Mako having just broken up with Korra and chatting to Asami again
You are a core member of team Avatar!
Short fic! Sorry lol
Even though Mako is the kind of guy fan girls swoon over, most people would say that he's pretty down to earth
Your friends wouldn't describe Mako as flirty or as a serial romantic
But for the entire time you've known the muscular fire bender, some things have stuck out to you - most notably that he is, in fact, a flirt and a serial cheater (on accident)
Mako never actually means any harm to the girls he dates, but you have noticed a trend in his dating patterns of dating drop-dead gorgeous girls with a little overlap between them
It may just be the law of attraction - maybe Mako is just a magnet to romance and he can't help it
But it's most definitely a fact that if an opportunity is presented to the police officer, he takes it
And that is exactly what got the both of you into this situation
Mako and you were hanging out, Korra away somewhere on avatar business and everyone else at their respective jobs
The two of you were just chilling in Mako's apartment, having ordered take-out and drinking some new companies mass-produced rice-wine
As conversations drifted from one to the other, Mako started to vent about his highly active love-life
Being a good friend, you listened to the tall police officer - nodding along to assure him that you're listening to his ramble about his feelings for Korra and also for Asami
You of course throw in a joking comment or two at Mako's adulterous nature, but all in all you listen to his problems and offer your comfort
And your comforting and caring nature, mixed with the alcohol in Mako's system, was what resulted in your current situation
That being you on Mako's lap, making out with you handsome friend
Yes, you broke the kiss initially
Yes, you said you two shouldn't do this because of your close friendship with both of Mako's love interests
Yes, Mako begged for your warm, soft lips and for your comfort
And yes, you gave in...
Even though Mako was just yapping on about kissing Asami less than 24 hours ago, his chiseled face and warm brown eyes drew you in like an inescapable black hole
As the two of you made out, clothing started to make its way off of your body - the air in Mako's apartment becoming hotter and stuffier
But as your nude chest rubbed against the handsome man's pecs, a knock of the door forced you two apart
"Mako? Hey I wanna... talk about earlier!" you could hear your dear friend's voice shout
Asami was behind that door, and you most certainly didn't want her to walk in and see you and her not-so-boyfriend-boyfriend getting it on
You and Mako struggle to get off of one another and desperately reach for your clothes to cover up
You head to the bathroom to hide and dress back up as Mako let's Asami in to talk
You over-hear the two as you wait in your friends' tiny bathroom
Their conversation had ups and downs, but it definitely ended in an up
You peaked out of the crack between the door frame and the door, watching as Asami and Mako kissed goodbye
As the front door shut, you open the bathroom door and lean on the frame
"Sooo... looks like you really just can't help yourself" you say with a smirk to Mako
The tall man chuckles as he walks over to you
"Heh... yeah, I guess so"
"I don't think you deny being a playboy much longer, haha..." you joke
Mako holds you head up with his soft hand to make you look him in the eye - Mako's height being emphasised
"Shut up... and what if I am?" Mako half-lids his eyes as he focuses on your features
And while you know that it's a dick move on your part, breaking Asami's and even Korra's trust, you couldn't help but push your lips against Mako's
Your hands rest on Mako's strong chest, his tongue slipping past your lips as his masculine hands slip onto your waist
"That's what I'd do if your were... Hmhm~" you laugh after breaking from Mako's warm lips
The two of you laugh as the strong man picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms around his neck
As Mako makes his way to his bed, all thoughts of guilt float out and away from your brain
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admire from afar
shen quanrui x m! reader
prompt: your classmate ricky dyes his hair and you just cannot take your eyes off of it. but someone else can’t take their eyes off you either
warnings: flirting, blushing, flustered reader, ricky being a tease, RED HAIR RICKY
word count: 992 words
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you have had a crush on your classmate and fellow acquaintance, shen quanrui, for a while now. the two of you sharing a few classes over your high school years. now both in your senior year.
he went by ricky in class but you never looked at him and thought of him that way tho. the two of you weren’t close but you had worked on some projects together in the past and greet each other in the hallways. ricky was nice, but the boy was also very popular.
he had gained popularity when he arrived halfway through your sophomore year as a forge in exchange student and had decided to stick it through to the end of high school here as he enjoyed the environment.
the other leading factor to ricky’s popularity was his undeniable beauty. the boy was stunning and had everyone infatuated. you were not different. for you couldn’t help but catch yourself staring at him from time to time, wether it be a few glance or an extensive stare, you admired generously.
* 🍒*
today started a new week of school. a lousy monday. you had done your normal routine of getting ready, brushing your teeth and walking walking to school as it wasn’t far but something was a little different.
the normal crowds that would gather about outside of school seemed to be louder today. gossip was spreading like a wild fire as you tried to listen in while making your way to your first class of the day. you heard ricky’s name slip a few times but never heard any follow up as there was so much going on.
when you had finally reached your first period: mathematic concepts, you eyed the main topic of today: shen quanrui but with red hair. a bold shade that was very different from the normal ice prince-blonde the boy had usually worn.
you didn’t realize you weren’t moving from the doorway until you heard an “excuse me” behind you. you quickly apologized and moved to sit down in your normal seat.
you began to get your belongings out on your desk as you stole another glance at ricky. the bright shade of red really complimented his features and even exaggerated them in the process.
your eyes had managed to catch his and he gave you a smile but you quickly looked away, embarrassed of being caught. you didn’t understand why as many other people were staring as well. probably because he had seen you in particular. ricky went back to conversing with his friends.
your math teacher walked in to begin his lesson while trying to ignore the flutter in your chest.
stupid, stupid, stupid you thought.
*🍒*
the lesson had went on for a moment and you had started to zone out due to boredom. your eyes wandered back over to ricky who was just a few seats away, taking notes down that your teacher had insisted you write down.
he felt someone staring at him and he looked up and locked eyes with you. you felt your face heat up in genuine embarrassment as you were supposed to be taking down notes, not ogling down your classmate. he gave you a small smirk and continued taking down notes.
you decided it was time to actually do some work yourself as well. the red hue on your face not leaving anytime soon as you recall the incident that had just occurred moments prior.
stupid, stupid, stupid.
*🍒*
the bell rang signaling the end of your first period. as students gathered up their materials and begin to exit the room, it took you a minute longer to pack up your things delaying your departure.
as you were putting the final notebook into your bag, you saw a pair of exquisite shoes perch their way beside your desk. looking up to meet eyes with…RICKY?
what could he possibly want? you thought
while there was only a few inches between the two of you, you felt much smaller as he gazed down at you this closely, an undisclosed meaning behind them.
“u-uh, hello?” you asked, zipping up your back back while attempting to hold eye contact. attempting to anyway.
“hi, mn. how are you?” he asked with a small smile.
“i’m okay. you?” you asked, happy you didn’t make a fool of yourself of stuttering again.
“i’m doing great, thank you. didn’t know so many people would be staring at me today, although, there was one pair of eyes that just couldn’t seem to stop” he replied, his smirk from earlier returning to his face.
your face went aflame as he had called you out for your looks you had given him earlier .
“i’m s-sorry, i hope i didn’t make you uncomfortable” you apologized, heat prominent on your cheeks.
“it’s okay. although, i’m curious” he said stepping a little closer.
“to what?”
“as to what your schedule looks like this weekend” he replies, slyly might you add.
“u-uh…,” you were in shock. what do you say?? “i’m unoccupied” a bit of hesitation near the end of your reply. shen quanrui wanted to potentially spend time with you?
“would you like to go out to dinner with me? i could pick you up” he asked, now a smile was stationed upon his face.
“yes!” you replied a little too enthusiastically, you cleared your throat” “yes, that sounds lovely”
omgomgomg, your crush just asked you out!!
“then it’s a date. how’s friday night at 7pm work for you?” he said, shifting more body weight onto his right leg, making his current pose even more attractive.
you nodded with a smile.
“great, well, see you then, gorgeous” he said while leaning in to press his lips to your right cheek before he made his exit.
you stood and stared at the door from which ricky had just left through. your face burning
what the fuck just happened
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A/N: this shit deleted halfway though so sorry if the way i wrote it changes like halfway LMAOO. but OMGGGG, RICKY’S RED HAIR HE DEBUTED WITH TODAY, I’M FUCKING SCREAMING. I CALLED THAT SHÍT. i need him so bad, i’m blushing
posted: 03-10-24
edited: ???
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comments & reblogs are very appreciated!! <3
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I Did Everything I Was Supposed To Do (pt.1)
Haechan x male reader
Summary: Finals week turns out to be the final breaking point for y/n, but luckily Haechan is around right when you need him
Warnings: fluff, some angst: homophobia, allusions to panic disorder, stress
“Fuck. I can’t believe I forgot about the final on Monday. Fuck fuck fuck” Y/n cursed under his breath as he walked as fast as he could toward the entrance to his boyfriend’s place. Y/n had a million things to do the next few days already, and now he had a final to cram for on top of it all. “One thing at a time” he told himself knowing it’s what Hyuck would tell him if they were together right now. He didn’t really listen to this advice of course… especially coming from his own mouth instead of his cute adorable boyfriend.Oh God. I wish he was here so bad. But Haechan was still at the dance studio and would be for the next several hours. That’s why y/n was even entering Haechan’s apartment right now in the first place; Daegal needed to be taken out while Haechan was gone.
He HAD to have his stupid extra long dance rehearsal today of course. On the day where he already had to finish a ton of assignments and now cram for a test. Y/n quickly threw his backpack on the ground and sprinted over to daegal scooping her up before she even knew what was happening. While he waited for Daegal to do her business and walk around a little, y/n got back to planning his study schedule in his head. If I start by studying for the exam… I can trade every 45 minutes from cramming to working on the lab report for my other class. Fuck! That depends on whether the others ever filled in their data. Ok so I’ll save that for the end and work on the PowerPoint instead even though it’s due the longest from now. As long as I cut myself off at around 1:00 am, that should be enough sleep to take the exam at 9:30 the next day. It was going to be a rough night, but y/n decided he’d just have to work away and hope for the best.
Y/N went back inside and scooped his backpack up again to go work in Hyuck’s bedroom. He found the smell of his boyfriend clinging to the room to be extremely comforting and he hoped it would help him stay calm and focused on his work. He opened up his laptop to the lecture notes for the exam and began skimming them for any confusing topics that jumped out at him. What the? I only know like 2 of these concepts?? I’m screwed. Y/N new from plenty of old tests that it would only make things worse if he worried about it now, and feeling himself start to panic, he decided to work on the PowerPoint instead. He figured he should just finish all his other assignments so that he could then spend the entire rest of the night studying.
An hour into working on the PowerPoint y/n’s phone buzzed. He opened it to find a message from one of his lab partners that read “hey y/n I’m really sorry but I’m actually boarding a plane right now so I’m not gonna be able to finish my part of the lab. Maybe you can ask [partner name 2] for her data? I think she got mine down too.”
Y/n: “I’ll ask her.”
Partner 1: “KK.”
“Gotta go, sorry again!”
Partner 2: “Shit. I don’t have her values either y/n. I’m pretty sure that part of the lab was online though, so one of us can just do the lab at home right now.”
“Oh wait actually, I have to take both of my finals on Monday. It’s due Tuesday right? So I won’t have time to do her part. Y/n any chance you can do it?”
Y/n: “ I only have one midterm tomorrow… I guess I can do it if no one else can.”
Partner 2: “Ur the best bro! Tysm <3”
Y/n: …
.
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Fuck me. How am I supposed to do [p/n 1]’s work for them on top of everything else? Y/n barely had enough time to do all his work as it was. And he had done all of HIS work on the lab already too. He thought he’d just quickly analyze his partner’s data and then turn it in… but no. This is totally unfair. I have more work than either of them, and I’m doing their work for them too on top of it all. Y/n’s eyes grew misty for a second threatening to turn into tears, but y/n shook his head hard and the urge to cry went away for now. He had to get back to— wait no. He needed to cook dinner. With no Hyuck home to cook dinner like usual, he was going to starve if he didn’t make something for himself. Standing up quickly y/n smacked his arm on Hyuck’s dresser skinning it in the process. Great. Now he was bleeding. And it had gotten on his white shirt too. Except it wasn’t his shirt, it was his boyfriend’s shirt that he had borrowed. Y/n was this close to screaming in frustration, but stripped off the shirt quickly and made his way to the bathroom to clean the spot before it stained. And of course, he needed to throw it in the washer if he really didn’t want it to stain, and that meant he should really just do all of Haechan’s laundry now. So heart now racing in a slight panic, y/n gathered the laundry and started the cycle as quickly as possible so that he could start on dinner.
Opting for the most time efficient option, y/n grabbed some pasta and left it to boil while he got back to work for a few minutes. There sure was a lot on his mind now between the pasta he was cooking, Daegal (who he suddenly remembered needed to be fed as well), the lab report, the final exam in a day, Haechan’s laundry that still needed to be dried, folded, and put away, and the millions of other things he needed to get done before going home to his family at the end of the week. And the trip home would be another ordeal that required a lot of planning and prep work. Y/n had a lot of problems at home due to his conservative family and their recent discovery that he was dating Haechan. But that’s silly. I shouldn’t worry about that right now. And it’s not like it’s anything new knowing they all disapprove of my “lifestyle choice”. That’s old news, and I need to focus on this. Y/n went back to his multitasking and eventually got Daegal fed, the laundry in the dryer, and got a good portion of the lab done.
At 10:30 y/n finally felt satisfied with the PowerPoint and had finished collecting most of the data his partner was supposed to do. So he went to wash all the dishes he had left out at dinner and put away the leftovers as a quick study break. He smiled at the pasta he’d saved for Haechan knowing it would make his boyfriend’s day to find food ready for him after a long night of dance practice. When he walked back into Hyuck’s bedroom to finish the lab, he noticed several notifications on his phone again.
Mom: Hey you’re coming home on Wednesday right? You’ll be done with finals week by then?
Dad: Hey y/n you better have a gift ready for your mother when you come home on Tuesday. She’s still pretty upset about Haechan, so you should really try to make her feel better.
Bro: Dude mom and dad are pissed cuz dad thought you were coming home Tuesday after your final, and then mom told him you said Wednesday. So he flipped and said you were probably staying longer to fuck Haechan or something
Y/N: I told them both Wednesday. I AM spending Tuesday night at Hyuck’s place. But I just wanted a night to relax before immediately coming home
Don’t tell them that… just say I’m busy or something
Bro: sorry bro, that’s not gonna work. You better come home Tuesday or they’re gonna make the trip absolute hell for you
Y/N: fuck ok fine, I’ll make it work
Y/n was getting more and more stressed by the second. And now he wouldn’t even get any sort of buffer between finals week and seeing his family. And fuck he had that feeling in his head- that feeling of anxiety setting in- making him slightly dizzy and his chest tight. Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna have a panic attack. I know it’s coming. Should I call Hyuck? He should be on his way home by now anyway right? Ok fuck. Yeah he should call his boyfriend. Maybe he could talk him through it. He prayed he was right and Hyuck would actually answer his phone, and to his relief, Hyuck answered right away.
“y/n! I’m on my way home and practice went pretty well! I think the show is going to be really good this quarter. Have you made dinner yet? And how’s the studying going?” He was so excited to hear his y/n ie’s voice on the phone. “Hyuck.” Y/n felt the lump in his throat form and wasn’t able to get out the rest of your words as he broke into tears. “Y/n? What’s wrong love? Are you ok?” No words came out of y/n as he began to hyperventilate. Haechan could hear y/n’s shallow breathing and put together that he must be having a panic attack. He assured y/n he’d be there in the next ten minutes and stayed on the phone with him until he rushed through the door exactly ten minutes later, Immediately making his way over to y/n huddled in the corner of his bed crying and hyperventilating. From past experience he knew y:n liked him to stay close until he was able to calm down and talk.
Haechan slowly climbed into the bed, sliding his body between your back and the bed frame, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting bear hug. “I’ve got you y/n. I’ve got you, and I’m not going anywhere.” Y/n began shaking in Haechan’s arms unable to fully process what was happening with his mind completely taken over by panic at this point. Haechan rested his chin on y/n’s soft hair and hummed a song. Y/n did his best to focus on the light vibrations on his head from Haechan’s tune. “I’ll just talk about my day a little too ok y/n? Squeeze my hand if you’d like that.” Y/n’s eyes remained squeezed tight, and his body was still trembling, but he gives Haechan’s hand a light squeeze back. “Ok love. Let’s see… I saw Jungwoo today! I know he’s your favorite dance major right? He was really cool to watch, you were right! He might even be more charismatic than me” he teased. Y/n didn’t laugh out loud or acknowledge him, but he appreciated Hyuck trying to lighten the mood. “I spent most of the night working on my duet with Mark though. They have us doing this really acrobatic hiphop song and it’s a lot of work. I’ve memorized all the footwork though. It was kind of funny watching Mark struggle with it more than me for once honestly. Next time you should tag along and watch. When it’s not finals week of course!” He adds, giving a small pec to your forehead.
“Is that why you’re stressed by the way? Finals?” He doesn’t really expect y/n to give any responses yet. But much to his surprise you shake your head in response. “No. More.” Y/n says quietly, starting to breath a little more evenly. “What else baby? What’s stressing you out.”
“Everything!” Y/n exclaims. “So much. TOO much” y/n squeaks out bursting into more tears. Haechan gently shushes you and squeezes his arms tighter around your body and begins planting little kisses all over your head to comfort you. “It’s ok y/n. It’s ok.” Hyuck can feel y/n’s body body relax a tiny bit despite his sobs. Y/n spins around melting into Haechan and burying his face in his chest
To be continued…
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cabin chronicles | zhong chenle
nsfw, mature content, minors DNI!
ship: zhong chenle x male reader
desc:(name)is chilling with the dreamies, but maybe he should keep in mind that his boyfriend is a jealous little bean.
**(requested)!
Chenle was ANNOYED.
To be fair, it didn't take much for the man to lose his cool. Nonetheless, he tried to keep calm for as long as he could.
But his friends should know that his boyfriend is off limits.
The dreamies are on a weekend getaway to a cabin in the woods, currently sitting around a bonfire in the backyard.
Jaemin and Jeno are looking at each other wish disgusting heart eyes, Jisung is on his phone texting god knows who and Renjun is staring into Chenle's soul with a blank expression.
Donghyuck of course, is clinging onto Mark for dear life, telling him about how today is their 50th anniversary or something. And (name), for reasons unknown to the Chinese, is sitting giggling and leaning into the subgroup of Jaemin, Jeno and Jisung.
Yeah, that's precisely why Chenle is annoyed. While he's always ecstatic to see how well his boyfriend gets along with his closest friends, sometimes they get a little too comfortable for Chenle's liking.
"You know you're boring holes into their heads, right?" Renjun asks the male in Chinese. Chenle does not dignify him with a response, except for a deadly side-eye.
Just as Chenle was about to explain his reasons, a chorus of laughter erupted again, making him turn his head towards the source for the umpteenth time tonight. (name) had just toppled over laughing, towards another man's lap. Surely, no joke could be THAT funny. Chenle was fuming now. That damned brat Jaemin.
"(name)! "Chenle called out, his boyfriend finally glancing at him after what felt like an infinity and a half.
"bǎobèi", he called him over to where he was sitting. (name) noticed Chenle's eyes. They might look heartbroken and neglected, but hiding behind them was the glint of dominance that would jump out if (name) didn't immediately settle into his rightful spot in Chenle's embrace.
As (name) made his way to the Chinese, the boys could all but gawk at him. "Did you see the way Chenle looked at (name)?" Donghyuck whispered to the group. "It was scary" Jaemin shuddered. "I think the real reason I didn't ask (name) out is because of that".
"Do you guys think I did something wrong? "Jeno asked, confused. "You're an angel Jeno. If anything, this is about your best friend's jealousy" Renjun rolled his eyes.
"Are you alright, bǎobèi?" Chenle asked as (name) snuggled closer to his chest. (name) looked up at him with big doe eyes, "of course, Lele. Are you okay, you look tense?".
"I'm okay as long as you're here".
Chenle pressed a chaste kiss to the younger's lips, leaving him blushing, a small smile playing on his lips.
"What was that all about, though? "
Mark questioned, the dreamies trying to make sense of the scene they just witnessed.
"I'm still trying to figure that out".
Jaemin replies.
"If you really must know, I'm tired of sharing him"
Chenle said, making everyone raise a brow, the younger being too embarrassed to even speak.
"What do you mean?"
"I MEAN, that you are all stealing my baby away from me! You're always touching him and talking to him and I just want to spend some time with him"
"But we're his friends, Lele!"
Jisung says, Chenle huffing.
"You can be a little possessive, you know"
"Says the boy who was literally clinging onto his boyfriend 10 minutes ago"
"Oh, shut up, I'm a cuddly person. It's not my fault if you can't handle it".
"So, you admit that you can't handle (name)?"
"Yes, I can! What kind of question is that? I can totally handle him."
"Well, you sure seem jealous of us, Lele."
"I'm not jealous. I can definitely handle my own boyfriend."
"Okay, then."
"Whatever".
With that, Chenle gets up and brings (name) inside with him, going upstairs to the room the couple was staying in.
"He so is jealous!"
"Definitely."
The dreamies say, shaking their heads, the only thing on their minds being: "How is Chenle murderous towards us yet always sickly sweet towards (name)?"
Now inside, Chenle had (name) pinned to the wall.
"You know I only belong to you, right, Lele?"
"I know, baby. You're my precious little treasure."
Chenle presses a bruising kiss to (name)'s lips.
"You're the best thing to ever happen to me. I'll never let anyone hurt you."
"I know."
Chenle lifts the boy, (name) wrapping his legs around the other's waist, the Chinese carrying him towards the bed, setting him down on the edge and climbing on top.
Chenle was getting carried away, his mind clouded with possessiveness and jealousy, his kisses getting rougher by the minute, (name) doing nothing but accepting all the attention.
"Lele… wait… I can't breathe…"
"I'm sorry baby, you're just so perfect and I want to have you all to myself."
Chenle continues to kiss down (name)'s neck, sucking and biting harshly, the younger whining at the pain.
"Lele, no marks!"
"Let them know who you belong to", he replies with a blank stare.
"Lele!"
Chenle pulls back to stare at the love of his life, his hair ruffled, lips swollen and red and a few hickeys already forming on his neck.
"Why don't you just marry me, bǎobèi?"
(name) blushed, Chenle chuckling at his reaction.
"I love you so much!"
Chenle kisses his lips softly, holding his face gently and stroking his cheek with his thumb.
"I love you more, Lele."
Chenle moves them to the center of the bed, (name) laying under him as the Chinese hovers above him with a smirk playing on the corner of his lips.
"Now, let me remind you who you belong to."
And he dives in.
Outside the cabin, the dreamies are groaning, Renjun covering his ears to shut out the moans coming from above them.
"Look at what you did! Now we have to sit here and listen to Chenle doing it with his boyfriend" he cried.
"Hey, you guys are the ones who teased him!"
Donghyuck said.
"Whatever, I'm just happy that I'm not Chenle's boyfriend"
Jeno says.
"And I'm happy that I'm not his boyfriend's best friend"
Mark replies, the dreamies looking over at Jaemin, the male looking at the ground in shame.
"This is so awkward"
Jaemin mumbles, the others snickering, as they went back to their conversations, trying to ignore the noises coming from the upstairs bedroom.
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someone make a horror au m!reader fic with this chenle, i am begging
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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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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚Rumors˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
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pairing: Lee Taeyong X Male reader
genre: smut, fluff
CW: pet names, hand job?, praise kink, slight body worship, visible hickeys, dating rumors!
a/n: requested by @haocovr!
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M/n and Taeyong had been going on a small tour in Korea, hosting fan signs and small stages as the two leaders of NCT. With this, the pair finally got to spend lost time together. Small gasps and pleas were the only thing that could be heard from the shared dorm, sounds of love and lust.
“You’re so gorgeous, pretty boy. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting, I’ve been needing, to feel you.” Taeyong praised, slowly thrusting in and out of your hole. His hands roamed your body, as if the tips of his fingers were painting a beautiful mural. One of his hands made it to the side of your face while the other traveled to your cock. “T-tae..please.” You managed, feeling your cheeks heat up at his praise and affection. “Please what, baby?” He added, pumping his hands a bit faster and flicking his hips a bit harder. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, eyes that told him everything you physically couldn’t. Eyes that sparkled whenever praises and affirmations left Taeyong’s lips.
The top chuckled and dove down to kiss your thighs, his soft lips leaving traces of cherry chapstick and cigarettes. Taeyong moved a bit higher, leaving hickeys along your abdomen. The small praises that left his lips were almost enough to drown out the sound of skin slapping and whimpering. It was all too sweet. All too perfect. A familiar knot in your body tightened as Taeyongs thrust got sloppier and his hand moved along your cock faster. “I’m cumming!” You gasped out, a bit late as your seed spilled out onto your lovers hand. Taeyong loved seeing your body twist with pleasure, causing his own climax, painting your walls whites.
Time seemed to slow down as Taeyong collapsed next to you, still cooing sweet nothings and stroking your hair. You two really were made for each other…and that didn’t go unnoticed.
You shook your arms and legs out before walking on stage, it was a small auditorium and a small crowd, but it was still important. It was the last day of the leaders tour. You smiled walking on stage with the cue, your outfit sparkling in the lights as taeyong found his place next you. Panic slowly hit as you realized…your outfit…you crop top and low rise parachute pants….the cute heart-shaped hickeys that decorated your torso. Crap.
Besides that, the performance went smooth, and even the Q&A after was normal. The energy in the room was peaceful even with all the cheering and paparazzi. It wasn’t until your live later that night that things got…suspicious. “Hey everyone! Wow, a lot of you were already waiting to see me.” You spoke to your phone, eating some ramyeon in the hotel room. Your eyes meticulously scanned the comments until you read allowed…”You and Taeyong-oppa seem to love each other very much.” You chuckled at the seemingly innocent comment until your phone buzzed…
Photos of your torso and little hearts on it were trending, getting much attention by netizens. You let out an obvious sigh and looked back at the camera, “you guys are nosy!” You playfully scolded (a bit of fan service never killed anyone) but blushed a bit. This was all too much. The rumors were already swarming. At that time Taeyong walked into the room, sweatpants with no top. His chest revealed hickeys…a lot like yours. The comment section went crazy, many people spamming exclamation marks or swooning. You laughed loudly and grabbed your phone. “Good night, everyone! And don't start rumors.”
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Cha Woongki as Kyunghoon
Love for Love's Sake Episode 1
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i need more yangyang x male reader fics *cries*
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☼Slumber Party☼
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☼Pairing: Doyoung x Male reader
☼prompt: “well, I almost fist-fought you for the blanket last night.”
☼genre: semi-smut
☼CW: reader is implied to be another member of Nct and doyoungs bf. Basically public sex, handjob, flirty do <333
☼a/n: I love him. Hate writing about him at 12 am.
Read triplejracha’s version here!!!!
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You completely regretted having all of your members over to your personal home. Squeezing everyone onto the living room floor using futons and air mattresses was a disaster, all of you ending up being squished together no matter what. At least there was the pullout couch…oh wait, only the smallest pullout couch on the planet earth. Somehow it fit two people, you and Doyoung that is. Second mistake. You were freezing, doyoung taking all the blanket, and leaving you to grasp the sheets for warmth. His blood would be on your hands in the morning…for sure….
You were the first person to wake, probably the coldest to. You snatched the blanket from doyoungs sleeping form and moved to your side. “Hey, give that back.” His raspy morning voice rang, scaring you a bit. You silently shaking your head, letting out a dramatic sigh. “M/n, don’t be a bitch, give it back.” He groaned once more, reaching slightly for the blanket. You snapped your head around and have him a glare. “What’s your issue?” He whined. You couldn’t believe him, the audacity. “Well, I almost fist-fought you for the blanket last night.” You scowled, glaring holes through your boyfriend.
Doyoung lightly chuckled, rolling his eyes. “So that’s what this tantrums about? I can make it up for you. Warm you up a bit.” He winked, pulling you close to him. You hated the way he flirted, knowing what he meant. “Do, everyone else is in the room and sleeping!” You whisper yelled as he tucked is face into you neck. He only hummed in response, placing small kisses into your neck. “So what. I couldn’t care less, all I care about is you~” he cooed, his tongue soon running up your neck. The sensation was so familiar, yet chilling, causing a small gasp to escape your lips. His hands traveled up and down your sides,adding to the overwhelming feelings. Doyoung was quite good at that, finding all your sensitive spots and teasing them. He suckled on your neck, leaving little marks of his love and affection. “I’ll get you for this.” You breathed, squirming in his touch. He only laughed and shook his head as he continued his attack on your body.
This time his hands moved to the waistband of your sweats, teasing at the string. “Doyoung…please.” You whispered, looking into his eyes. He really couldn’t tell if you were warning him or asking him for more, but at this point it didn’t matter, your pants and boxers already off. He took your cock into his hand, stroking you to your full length. His thumb dabbed at your slit, a playful smirk on his face. “Already so excited?” He laughed, smearing the precum back onto your tip. “J-just hurry.” You moaned, putting your face into the pillow. Doyoung chuckled, your actions were pretty amusing to him, but he soon got back to business. His slim fingers running along your veins and sensitive parts. He soon grasped your whole length in his hand, pumping up and down. Just seeing you writhe and whine next you him was enough to get him going, already quite riled up. “Shhhh, songbird, they’ll hear you.” He whispered, squeezing a bit harder and moving his hand faster.
He kissed you lightly, sweetly looking you in the eyes and you nodded, letting him know you’re close. He smirked and moved faster, his thumb rubbing along you slit. It really was all too much, your orgasm pulling a moan from your throat. Doyoung came untouched, just by your voice and the situation around him. He couldn’t help but smile at your perfect timing, Soon the members alarms went off. “Good morning m/n.” Doyoung smirked, discreetly licking his fingers and heading to the bathroom.
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two slow dancers.
&&. watching you paint has become a state of relaxation for renjun, you realize how much more vocal he is about his love for you than you realize.
pairing: huang renjun x m!reader
genre: fluffy like clouds, gay preple 😢
warnings: none!
word count: 0.8k
notes: renjun 🙁…….renjun 😖……..renjun 😢….. my wife i love him sm 💔 um anyway so last night i had a DREAM about renjun and i realized how good of a plot it ended up being despite how jumbled up it was 😞 i remember all of the good parts and that's what matters! um anyways take this writing from the corners of my mind
this was published so xiao dejun doesn't murder user @junjiie 😊
"shouldn't they be flying then?"
"well they don't actually have to flying, the wings are there for symbolism".
renjun eyes somehow un-blur themselves, and he stares for a long time trying to figure out what you mean by symbolism. now— renjun's not an idiot (he's actually very smart if he does say so himself!), it usually takes him a good few minutes to get what your talking about when your referring to symbolism, but in five minutes he ends up getting it.
he enjoys watching you paint, just watching the whole process intrigues him. before this, before you, renjun wasn't necessarily a fan of art museums, but ever since you've come into his life, with your stupid puns and your paintings full of symbolism, your shared apartment has pretty much become an art museum in itself.
the creativity you harbor shows no bounds, you paint practically everything of interest to you, thoughts you had at three in the morning with a long lecture ahead of you in a few hours, things you'd seen outside that were just too out of this world to not remember, or your reminiscing about moments in your life that will only happen once.
renjun thinks your mind must be the most interesting place in the world, your just thinking all the time, brainstorming. even when you aren't physically painting, your drawing up ideas in your head of what to put on your canvas.
and somehow, all of them just connect to you, all your paintings just contain something special that scream you, renjun can't fathom how you do it.
sometimes he describes it as a "superpower" you have, and you always manage to laugh at the wording of his sentence when he says so.
renjun just has this way of describing things, you have to give him credit on how incredible he is.
"the wings aren't meant to be taken literally.." you mutter, finishing up the final touches for your painting, somehow, you seem to still be full of energy, despite the fact that you've currently been up for a good 17 hours (renjun counted for you), and haven't touched your bed once today since you crawled out of it first thing in the morning. "they represent purity, innocence, it's truly associated with white birds so—"
you pause in the middle of your sentence, worried that your boring your boyfriend, but when you glance over at renjun, his full attention is on you, he's completely focused on what your talking about. "and? continue!"
his interest surprises you, most people you know roll their eyes when you begin explaining the meanings of your paintings. you don't mean to annoy anyone, so you've become accustomed to giving short and easy answers when people ask about the meanings behind your paintings, you often feel like your doing too much if you give such a long and thorough explanation.
renjun doesn't care though, everything you say is of importance to him. he isn't looking around the room, he isn't zoning out, he isn't focusing on a random part of the couch and zooming in on it, his attention is all on you.
he cares about what your saying.
you snap out of your mind, though glad about the whole revelation you just made, you forgot you were in the middle of a sentence. "that's why i chose them, this painting is meant to represent childhood innocence, and white birds, innocence".
you almost feel like you sound stupid in a way, but as renjun glances back at the painting, the one he'd sat and watched as you created with your own two hands for the past two and a half hours, he smiles, his eyes light up.
admiration is the obvious answer, you know the look because you can't count how many times you stared at renjun with the same exact stare. he laughs at a thought he has, and then turns to you, completely unaware of how you were looking at him so lovingly. "it's beautiful, i love it" he tells you, staring at you the same way he admired the painting beforehand.
you can't stop the way your face heats up, and your sure renjun can tell how red you are. if he can he doesn't say anything about it, just smiles at you, and you swear your face is practically burning at this point, it's a little funny to you that your getting so flustered over words your literal boyfriend is saying, you assumed after the two of you started dating you'd be less like this.
but no, renjun just has this power over you, you'll always be flustered by his compliments no matter how much you try to resist his crazy charm.
somehow, after minutes of getting flustered over a compliment and pretty chinese man's smile, you find your voice. "thank you".
renjun snickers, noticing the flush on your cheeks.
"your so cute".
"i don't think you should be talking".
renjun smiles.
he loves you, loves you so much.
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ive been waiting for a new chenle m!reader fic for so long ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i love it
CAUSE I'LL BE IN LOVE MAZE
pairing: non idol!chenle x male!reader (he/him pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 1.7k
notes: brief mentions of homophobia, implied to be set in uni, idk anything about basketball lol, inspo from this pic, this is romance i promise, reader is oblivious, chenle is cocky, rivals to ???
summary: zhong chenle is perfect - he's been your rival ever since you can remember. so what do you do when your rival kisses you out of the blue?
“just keep your eyes on the ball.” you can almost hear your coach’s voice playing in your head like a recording - a mantra no chants from the nearby cheerleaders or excited yelling from the crowd can disrupt. “the other team doesn’t matter. out there, it’s just you, the hoop, and the basketball.”
except that it’s not. zhong chenle - described as ‘one of the best’ by many of your peers, a young man with skills that rival that of professional players, and your very own self-proclaimed rival.
he stands by the edge of the court, taking a hurried sip of water as his teammates crowd around him. through a round of pats on the back and hushed words of encouragement, you study the other boy. disheveled bangs frame his features. his oversized jersey hangs loosely off of his broad shoulders. he’s light on his feet - even as he casually jogs across the court to set his now empty water bottle down beside his bag.
leaning down to rest your hands on your knees, you take a deep breath. even with your eyes closed you can feel him watching you from across the gym.
“l/n,” chenle wins your impromptu staring contest as you coach steps in front of you, effectively blocking your view of the other boy. her tone is stern as she glares at you. “don’t let him get into your head. they’re only a few points ahead. we can still take this.”
“i know,” you sigh, brushing your hands against the fabric of your shorts. “i’m sorry.”
“don’t be.” the bleachers groan as she moves to sit beside you. with the obstacle now gone, your gaze returns to staring at chenle. he smirks at you, raising a hand to absentmindedly push his blonde bangs back before letting them carelessly fall into place once again. your coach sighs as she reaches up to encouragingly pat your shoulder. “all you should be worried about is the ball.”
the sharp scream of the referee’s whistle cuts off your response. excited chants and murmurs spread throughout the crowd as you stand up, returning to your position in the center of the court. chenle stands across from you; his signature smirk still paints his face. “nervous, l/n?”
“never, zhong.”
you both tower over the referee and he stands on the half point line. “don’t let him get into your head.” “ready?” ignoring chenle’s taunts, you curtly nod in response. your eyes remain fixated on the ball in his hand. “all you should be worried about is the ball.” “go!”
time has always seemed to pass quicker when you were on the court. even as a child, you would burn through daylight hours well into the night until you could barely see your own hands in front of you - let alone the basketball.
it feels like the rest of the world around you fades away. your only focus becomes the game. steal the ball from the other team. pass it to your teammates. find an open spot. don’t stop dribbling once you start. shoot the ball. score.
the loud blaring of the clock stopping drags you back into reality. the overwhelming noise of the crowd’s cheers and complaints slowly come back into focus. your chest heaves. your heartbeat pounds loudly in your ears. your body feels like it’s on fire.
everything happens in a blur. your teammates are patting you on the back. people are cheering your name. your coach is clapping, watching you with a proud smile. you did it. you won.
you move in a daze. the locker room air feels cool against your hot skin as you tug your sweaty jersey off of your body, finally allowing yourself to relax. a soft sigh escapes you when the door shuts, leaving you in silence for the first time in hours.
closing your eyes, you let the tension begin to evaporate from your body. taking a deep breath, you let the quiet keep you company in place of your bustling teammates or an overly excited crowd.
your peace only lasts for a few minutes before the door suddenly opening once again startles you back to reality. chenle lazily smiles as he passes by various empty lockers until he’s standing in front of you, only a few steps away. “y/n,” he says, his lips threatening to curve into his signature smirk.
“chenle.” his name feels stiff, even as it leaves your lips. you uncomfortably shift beneath his gaze.
“you were great out there. that final dunk was impressive.” your silence lasts a bit too long, making chenle cock his head at you in mock confusion. “what? i can’t come say congratulations?”
“thank you,” you say, politely nodding at him. “you guys were good out there, too.”
an awkward beat of silence passes. you’re not sure where to look. the floor is dirty - covered in scuff marks. chipped paint coats the corners of the walls after years of disrepair. chenle is still looking at you, seemingly unaffected by the silence from both of you.
“you don’t have to be so awkward, you know,” he teases, finally breaking the quiet. you don’t reply, instead crossing your arms around your body in a poor attempt to hide your bare skin. you had never really cared about other people seeing your body. changing and showering in a room full of other teenage boys has become second nature to you, but something about chenle makes you want to hide. like he’s interested in you. like you want him to be.
“oh, come on, do you really buy into all of that rival stuff?” chenle softly chuckles, shaking his head. there’s a teasing glint in his dark eyes when his gaze meets yours once again. a threat, maybe.
he takes a step closer, making you lean backwards even further. your bare back presses against the cool metal of the lockers behind you. you feel like a wild animal - like prey being slowly cornered before being ruthlessly devoured. “i expected more from you, y/n.”
“what?” you nearly choke on the word as it escapes your lips. you can feel goosebumps arising on your bare skin. did the temperature drop? or… is it because chenle is so close to you?
“i’ve been making it so obvious.” another step closer. you stand in place, unwavering. he’s not looking at you anymore - not really. he’s looking at your lips. “i like you, y/n.”
it feels like the world stops in its tracks. everything freezes. your mind races. he likes you? as in… has a crush on you? since when? what does this mean? you’re both boys. what would everyone else think? what if-
“y/n,” he whispers.something has changed. this is a new side of chenle - a vulnerable one. his faux confident facade has dropped, leaving reality fully exposed in its place: a nervous, teenage boy, spilling his heart to his crush.
chenle glances up so he’s looking into your eyes once again. you can feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest. has he always made you feel this nervous?
chenle leans in a little closer. “if you don’t feel the same way, i’ll leave.” despite his best efforts, you can hear how his voice trembles slightly. he’s scared. scared… you don’t like him back. “i’ll leave, and we never have to talk about this again. you can keep playing like normal and you’ll only see me every few weeks during the season. but if you do…” his voice trails off.
you could push him away. you should.
but you don’t.
you can feel chenle’s body tense when you reach up; your shaky hands find solace in gripping onto the fabric of his sweatshirt, pulling him closer.
“i like you too.” you anxiously study chenle’s expression as he processes the information. his eyes get wider in surprise. his shoulders relax ever so slightly. “can i kiss you?” you whisper. your voice is quiet. it’s little more than a whisper - barely audible over the noise of the gym’s air conditioner whirring loudly from somewhere nearby - but he hears it.
chenle hears it.
you’re barely given any time to react before his lips are firmly pressed against your own. his hands clumsily rest against your hips, pulling your body further away from the lockers and closer to his own. your own arms snake around his shoulders, clinging to the other boy as if he’s a life raft while you’re lost at sea.
you’re both nearly panting by the time chenle pulls away, resting his forehead against your own. his fingers greedily dig into your sides, keeping your body close to his. you’re grateful that he allows you to lean against him for support.
“zhong!” you nearly jump away from chenle when his teammate’s voice rings out into the locker room. he simply chuckles beneath his breath, calmly glancing over his shoulder. “quit flirting with the opponent. coach ‘s looking for you.”
“i’m coming.” chenle waves his teammate off with a simple shake of his head before returning his attention to you. you bite your lip, staring down at your scuffed shoes in embarrassment. the unknown boy scoffs; complaints muttered beneath his breath fall on deaf ears as he turns on his feel before the door slams shut with finality behind him.
“hey,” chenle’s touch is gentle against your face when he gently tilts your face upwards until you’re looking into his eyes once again. he smiles. it’s different from anything you’ve ever seen from the other boy before - it’s genuine. underneath the flickering lights you can just barely see the beginnings of a light blush spreading across his cheeks.
butterflies swarm in your stomach. why did he kiss you? what did it mean? why do you want more? you can feel your heart rate speed up dramatically when chenle leans in. his breath just barely ghosts against your ear; his lips brush against your skin. “see you next game, l/n.”
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rivals ( lee donghyuck/haechan ) part two
donghyuck x male!reader
hyuck wants to get closer to his rival.
content : 2.2k words, fluff, high school!au, academic rivals trope
( a/n ) the long awaited part two </3 this is v soft compared to part one and im in love w it tbh. i'll start writing part three soon, which will also be the last part :)
part one
"what do you know about y/n?"
jaemin's brows furrowed at the sudden question.
"y/n from our class?" he asked, looking between donghyuck and his open locker.
"yes, that y/n. dumbass."
jaemin clicked his tongue and flicked his friend's head.
"not a lot. i don't think anyone really knows a lot about him. he's really good friends with mark though."
"mark lee??"
jaemin nodded, "yeah. jisung said that y/n hangs around after dance practices sometimes and then they leave together."
donghyuck nodded, a little surprised at the way his heart sank.
"but i think they're also neighbors so," jaemin added.
"ah okay.."
"why?"
donghyuck felt a small surge of panic run through his body. he could hear the suspicion in jaemin's voice.
"..nothing. just wondering."
"whatever you say," jaemin replied with a small smile.
it was monday morning, and if you asked donghyuck, the weekend passed way too slowly. he hadn't told anyone about spending time with y/n on friday afternoon. it was driving him crazy if he was honest. he kept finding the urge to bring up y/n in random conversations, or just tell one of his friends about how much fun he had killing time in the restaurant before they had to part ways that evening. his grudge against y/n was crumbling fast.
"haechan."
donghyuck's head snapped back up to look at jaemin.
"what?"
"you coming? lunch time."
"oh right, yes."
jaemin snickered at him. he watched donghyuck hurry to zip up his school bag and close his locker, but not before stealing a quick glance at y/n's unoccupied locker across the hall.
donghyuck and jaemin eagerly found their table of friends after entering the cafeteria. the others began to go get their food, while donghyuck's attention was fixating on one thing. or rather, one person.
he frowned as he looked around at the different tables. y/n wasn't to be seen anywhere. donghyuck did, however, spot a different familiar face. he took a deep breath and began walking over.
"hi, sorry, um.. do you know where y/n is, by chance?"
mark looked up from his phone in confusion. why was lee donghyuck asking for y/n's whereabouts?
"why?" mark asked.
"i wanted to eat lunch with him. does he have a different lunch period?"
the corner of mark's mouth tilted in thought.
"no, he's in our lunch period. he just eats up at the rooftop garden."
donghyuck's face instantly brightened at the information. with a small bow, he said a quick thank you and rushed out of the cafeteria.
the small bag of food in donghyuck's hand was getting more crushed and crumpled with every step he took. just the idea of seeing y/n made him nervous. the kind of nervous where your head gets fuzzy and your body feels shaky. he hated it, but he loved it.
before he knew it, he was already at the top of the stairs and pulling open the door to the rooftop garden. he stood still for a moment after finally finding y/n. the male was sitting at one of the shaded tables, headphones on, chopsticks in one hand eating cup noodles while he flipped through a textbook with the other hand.
donghyuck felt his heart flutter. he continued walking over to him until he was finally sitting down next to him. y/n jumped at the sudden presence of someone else. he quickly removed his headphones to sit around his neck, looking over at his classmate.
"are you really studying while eating?" donghyuck asked. y/n looked at his textbook, feeling a little self conscious.
"i was just reviewing a little."
donghyuck's brows furrowed in disapproval.
"lunch is supposed to be a break. give your brain some time to breathe," he gently closed the book and pushed it aside before looking back at y/n with a soft smile. "talk with me instead."
"are you just trying to get me to fall behind so i won't be top student anymore?"
"that would definitely be a perk, yes," donghyuck responded with a small chuckle. y/n rolled his eyes, but still laughed along.
"what are you even doing up here?" y/n asked.
donghyuck looked away as he tried to form an answer that wouldn't embarrass himself. he could feel himself getting flustered, but he'd sooner move schools than let y/n know that.
"i wanted to eat somewhere that wasn't so crowded," he answered. "same for you i assume?"
y/n nodded, "i hate eating in the cafeteria."
"what about when it rains up here?"
"usually i'll just stay on the top step of the stairs," he replied while pointing to the staircase inside. donghyuck only nodded, which surprised the other. he thought surely donghyuck would make fun of him or tease him.
"you're nicer than i thought you'd be," y/n said quietly.
"hm? i'm nice?"
"nice-ish."
donghyuck began to unpack his lunch in efforts to hide his growing smile.
"i can be mean if you want," he joked before his gaze locked with y/n's.
"no no, i like nice donghyuck," he responded quickly.
donghyuck's face was practically on fire. he could feel it, but he refused to look away from y/n this time. it was quiet between them for a moment, simply staring at each other through the tension until donghyuck cleared his throat.
"are you doing anything tonight?"
"i'm st-"
"studying, right." donghyuck laughed lightly. "can i join?"
y/n felt his heart jump.
"you want to study together?"
"yeah, why not? we can exchange numbers and meet at a café or something."
"that sounds great actually."
"yeah??" donghyuck became much more excited, perking up in his seat. y/n flinched at the sudden enthusiasm before laughing it off.
"you're warming up to me, y/n!! i think it's time for nicknames."
y/n looked at him with furrowed brows. "what? absolutely not."
"you can call me 'hyuck' and i can call you.."
"nothing."
donghyuck frowned. "'nothing' is not a good nickname."
"will you just eat your damn lunch?"
donghyuck sighed dramatically and looked at his food, "fine."
"thank you, hyuck."
"wha- no!" donghyuck's jaw dropped while y/n smiled to himself. "no, no! not fair, you can't use hyuck if i can't use one for you!"
"okay. sorry, hyuck."
"y/nnn!.." he whined.
"eat your lunch, please."
donghyuck was about to argue again, but the smile still stretching on y/n's lips made him give in. he couldn't help but grin a little himself. he clicked his tongue as a final protest and finally began to eat.
donghyuck let out a heavy exhale as his eyes drifted to the entrance of the cafe again. he was early, waiting since 5:45 when they agreed on meeting at 6 o'clock. now he was simply just paranoid and nervous, awaiting y/n's arrival.
his fingers were fidgeting with the straw of his coffee when he finally spotted y/n walking inside. he quickly sat up straight and pretended to be immersed in the books in front of him.
"hi," y/n said quietly while sitting down across from him.
"hi!" donghyuck sounded more enthusiastic than he meant to, scowling to himself in result. but the smile that instantly grew on y/n's lips made him feel better.
before their recent interactions, donghyuck had never really seen y/n's smile. he always stayed quiet in classes and never really made a scene, something donghyuck couldn't say for himself. but donghyuck found that the more y/n smiled, the more he loved it. and whether he realized it or not, the deeper he fell.
"do you wanna go get a drink or something?" donghyuck asked as he gestured to the cafe's counter.
"i will in a little bit."
donghyuck nodded, at a loss for what to say next. he was afraid of seeming bland to y/n, especially since he wanted to get closer to him. with anyone else, donghyuck was outgoing and great at making conversation, but y/n seemed to just make his mind go blank.
"how was your day?" y/n spoke up instead.
donghyuck perked up. such a simple question, and yet it made his heart beat faster.
"it was alright. it just went by slowly."
"mine did too. i was nervous to meet here."
donghyuck looked at him with shining eyes. y/n's cheeks were the lightest shade of red, gaze averted as he got his textbook out from his bag.
"really? why?" donghyuck tried to sound as nonchalant as he could, but he wasn't sure if y/n could see through him or not.
"i just get anxious easily. especially with new people."
"ah.. well let me know if i can do anything to make you feel more comfortable."
y/n smiled again. "thanks, hyuck."
as y/n began to actually study, donghyuck couldn't tear his view away from the male. y/n was just so different from what he initially thought.
"hey, you know my friend jaemin, right?"
"oh, uh.. he's the one that sits beside you in first period right?"
"mhm!"
"then yes," y/n answered. "i mean, i don't know him, i just know who he is. why?"
"well i was thinking maybe you could come hang out with us this weekend. he wants to go to that new arcade that opened. i think a few of our other friends might come too. they'd like you."
y/n looked up from his book, now entranced by the endearing gaze from donghyuck.
"that sounds cool.. i don't think i've been to a real arcade before."
"what??"
y/n flinched again before laughing softly and nodding in confirmation.
"you have to come then, you have no choice," donghyuck announced proudly.
"alright, then. when are you guys going?"
"saturday."
"oh.." y/n's grin fell slowly, in turn making the other's heart drop. "i have plans with my friend on saturday actually. i'm sorry."
"oh, that's okay then." donghyuck looked at his drink, playing with the straw again. "which friend?"
"do you know mark?"
"ahh.. yeah, i've talked to him a couple times."
"he's pretty much the only friend i spend time with outside of school."
"so do you like, have anything more with him?"
y/n looked at him a little confused.
"what d'you mean?"
"like, more than friends." donghyuck's voice had grown softer the more he spoke. he felt embarrassed asking such questions, but his curiosity outweighed his embarrassment.
"oh. no, i don't really feel that way about him. i'm pretty sure he's straight anyways," y/n replied.
"ew."
"i know, right."
a soft exchange of laughter sounded at their table. y/n didn't even know donghyuck was into guys, but it was nice to know now.
"wait, why do you ask though," y/n quickly realized. donghyuck quieted down at this.
"..just curious about you."
y/n blinked. "curious?"
"yeah. i wanna be closer with you, if that's okay," the other responded happily. y/n looked back down at his book, hiding his stubborn smile.
"mhm, that's okay," he answered while nodding slowly. after bringing himself to look back up at donghyuck, he saw that the male was still gazing right back at him, refusing to budge.
y/n's heart jumped when donghyuck's eyes shifted down to his lips for just a second. he couldn't tell if he was seeing things or if donghyuck was really considering kissing him. it had to be the former.
"we should actually get to studying now.." y/n croaked out. he silently cursed at himself for the way his voice shuttered, and for the way it made donghyuck smile before nodding along.
"right," donghyuck agreed as he went back to his own textbook.
it was quiet between them for a couple minutes. y/n soon reached into his bag and pulled out the heavy fabric of donghyuck's coat.
"oh, also.. i brought your jacket back."
donghyuck's eyes widened a bit. if he was honest, he'd kind of hoped that y/n would keep it. maybe wear it outside, or even just in his bedroom when he wanted to feel some comfort. it made donghyuck's chest feel fuzzy to imagine y/n in his clothing.
"oh, right.." he began to take it, but decided to stop, "actually, that's okay. you can hold onto it."
"what?"
"in case you get rained on again. i have too many jackets anyways. might as well give one away."
y/n nodded, unsure of what to say. he tucked the coat into his arms and sat back in his seat. he was a little confused. donghyuck had no reason to be this nice to him, especially when he hated him so much before.
"why did you say hyuck instead of haechan?" y/n asked suddenly.
"huh?"
"you told me to call you hyuck earlier. as your nickname."
donghyuck twisted the pencil in his hand as he thought of a good answer.
"mm.. everyone calls me haechan."
"..so?"
"..so you're not everyone," donghyuck explained, quickly going back to his school work.
y/n felt heat rush through his body. did he hear that right? he was practically just staring at donghyuck now, as if waiting for him to correct himself or add something mean. but the male just sat, eyes going between his different books, occasionally writing something down or taking a drink of his coffee.
y/n smiled softly. he tightened his hold on the jacket still in his arms, took a deep breath, and finally returned to his own school work.
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Good to know you write for nct! could I request a jisung x idol bottom male reader fic where they fuck before a performance and almost get caught by staff
also the plz send nudes gives me ayesha erotica vibes, specifically her song not gonna send u nudes chad
pairing: top!Jisung x idol!male!Reader (requested)
sypnosis:Jisung and (m/n) play around backstage of a performance and almost get caught by staff and Jisung’s fellow members
(a/n): he looks so breedable like wtf, hopefully this is what you asked !
Jisung had you easily wrapped around his finger, whenever or wherever he wanted to fuck you,he could,and by that it meant, anytime,anywhere.
Which leads to now—
“Ji…please, it’s e-enough..!”he turned you into a moaning mess just by stroking you. While another group was preforming at the MAMA awards,Jisung and you head to the ‘bathroom’ as he and you told his members,but in reality,he just wanted to fuck you.
“P-pleaseee….n-no more..” you whine, he didn’t even fuck you and you wanted to stop? Jisung couldn’t believe you! What happened to his precious bottom? Who would do anything for Jisung,to sucking him off before an interview, or cockwarming him while live?
“But baby,I didn’t even get to fuck you yet!” You were silenced,but Jisung just smirks in satisfaction.
He continues overstimulating you for a while,until his arm and hand aches and your cock is red.
Only a few minutes before NCT had to preform,and Jisung was still nowhere to be seen, the and his fellow members have been searching for him everywhere and finally arrived to a locked room, knocking, a woman asks “Jisung? Are you in there?!?”, Jisung, was in fact in there, but also with his boyfriend, who he was currently balls deep inside “shit, I forgot we have to preform” he says.
Adrenaline rushes into you from the mere thought of getting caught by staff, “f-fuck,god…your clenching on me” he whispers to you,but you just flash your pearly whites at him.
but Your smile quickly fades off, the staff are now pounding on the door, Jisung yells out that he’ll be out in just a sec.
finally, after a few minutes of Jisung silently pounding into you, he comes inside of you and immediately pulls out, not wasting another second before the staff break open the door.
You were just left there in the corner, of course with his jacket on, the smell of sex filled the room, Jisung left to go preform, and now your staff are looking for you.
‘ what a crazy night ’ you think
Currently experiencing writers block plz help me
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☼ Help Me ☼ (Kwak jsk)
☼pairing: Gaon X Male reader
☼prompt: “If we get caught, I'm blaming you, just so we’re clear.”
☼genre: smut
☼CW: needy jiseok <3, fingering, semi-public
☼a/n: First fic of the collab!
Read triplejracha’s version here <3
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You slowly opened the door to the band practice room, peeking inside. You were immediately met with open arms and a loud voice. “Baby! I didn’t think you were actually gonna come when I called you.” Gaon, your boyfriend, cooed as he pulled you into the room and shut the door. “Why wouldn’t I come? You literally called me saying it was the most urgent emergency ever.” You sighed, looking around the room to find no emergency in sight. “Well….about that.” He chuckled, his eyes looking everywhere, but yours. “I gotta write a song. I’ve got no inspiration. I’m horny. You can help with all of that right?” He finished. Silence filled the room for a second as both of you looked at each other blankly. “What is wrong with you. Yes, I can help, but this isn’t an emergency.” You scowled. “It absolutely issss!” Gaon whined, childishly. “Now come sit on my lap.” He sneered, pulling you to his desk. You were quite shocked by his actions, but you complied.
He sat down on his office chair, desk covered in papers, empty energy drinks, and now he had you on his lap. “Where do we need to start?” You asked quietly, feeling something hard poke your backside. “I know where I wanna start.” Gaon mumbled, his face now tucked in your neck. It was sweet and innocent until you felt his perky dick again and his warm tongue on your neck. “Shit, jiseok. Not here.” You breathed out as you felt your boyfriend grind up against your ass. “M/n, your hard and so am I. I think we can do it here. I know you want to.” He spoke up, his head thrown back as he continued to rock his hips up. “F-fine. If we get caught, I’m blaming you, just so we’re clear.” You groaned, admitting defeat. “Perfect. Take your pants off.” Gaon chirped, getting to the point in an oddly…..cheery way. “Gaon-“ you stared “please m/n. I need you.” He begged, his voice was shaky and airy. That was your breaking point, he asked so nicely. You untied your sweat pants and dropped them to your ankles, letting the cold air hit your legs. Gaon immediately pushed you up against his desk, his stomach leaning on your back. “You need prep? Or did you already? It’s whatever, I’ll help my pretty boyfriend.” He spoke fast, not allowing you to deny him. “W-waiT!” You squeaked as two fingers plunged into your hole. Gaon moved at a comfy speed, in and out, searching for that spot. He curled both digits searching a bit deep, causing you to let out a dramatic gasp. “Bingo!” Gaon laughed as he used has hands to poke and prod at that spot. “G-gaon! Enough!” You whined, his fingers teasing you. “Enough? Babe, I thought you were ok with this. You were gonna help me?” Gaon asked innocently, while adding another finger and moving faster. “N-no, I just, need it now.” You groaned as he pulled his fingers out. He didn’t respond to you, but the sound of his zipper unzipping was conformation. You let out a sigh of relief and adjusted yourself on his desk. “Nope. Your gonna sit on my lap…..or my little friend here, and help me write this song!” He laughed, sitting back down on his office chair. He received an eye roll, but you still obeyed. You made eye contact with him as you slid down onto his dick. Gaon couldn’t help but smile at you face as it twisted into focus as you adjusted yourself. “Ready.” You rasped, as he bottomed out. Gaon stayed still, letting you adjust a bit to the sudden change, You began to move up and down slowly, gaon’s breath hitching and a small chuckle escaping from his lips. He leaned away from his desk and grabbed your hips, leading you up and down. His grip was practically bruising as he sped up. “This is so good. Cmon just a little more M/n” he mumbled into your neck, picking up the pace even faster. “Q-quiet down.” You whined, getting closer to your climax. Gaon of course didn’t listen, only going harder and getting louder. He came inside of you, triggering your own orgasm.. “I told you we wouldn’t get caught.” Gaon snickered, but a knock sounded on the door. “Hey Jiseok, you good in there?”
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