♡ looking back on your last new year’s eve party with mark, you realise it’s not about what he says to you, but how he makes you feel, that really matters
pairing: best friend!mark x reader
genre: fluff, college!au, party!au
word count:1.3K
a/n: this is something i wrote no joke about seven years ago and am reposting on my tumblr :) hence why it isn’t really up to standard but i didn’t wanna have to rewrite the whole thing lol // tagging @nct-writers
With each sip you took of the clear, colourless liquid, you felt your soul slip closer and closer to the warm embrace of temporary rest. The transparent drink swirled around your cup hypnotically, enticing you to “one more sip, one more sip!” It distressed you that this poison was so easily presented in a colourful plastic cup, and if one was not careful, had absolute control over a person’s mind.
The people around you screamed at each other over the headache-inducing, bassy, electronic music. Teenagers danced around the room, pressing their sweaty bodies closer as they jumped to the music. The party had been going on for awhile, so the stale stench of sweat stained the air. A tall girl, much older than yourself, was handing out bottles of beer to everyone, but the bitter, burning taste of straight vodka lingering in your mouth forced you to decline her offer.
As you headed out to the backyard, the music faded slightly and the pounding in your temples dulled. Stepping over the body of a poor young girl who clearly couldn’t handle her alcohol, you headed to the furthest possible place from the house you could find. There was an overwhelming whiff of vomit and smoke in the air, but you didn’t mind - at least you could get away from all your drunk classmates.
New Year’s Eve is a memorable time for everyone. It is a night where you can just let loose because, after all, you survived another year. It is a night where everyone feels on top of the world. And the parties! You’d been going to New Year’s Eve parties since your early teens, although New Year’s Eve last year was slightly different - it was the first time you hadn’t seen the New Year’s through surrounded by drunk teenagers. It’s a memory you will never forget.
37 minutes to midnight.
Pulling out your phone, you desperately searched for something to distract yourself from the trainwreck this party had become. You noticed a male figure exit from the house and pause as he scanned the backyard. A few moments later, the figure sauntered towards your position against the back fence, a happy twinkle in his eye. As he approached, you observed the familiar tidy black hair, child-like dimples, and a wide smile that you knew was reserved for only you.
“What are you doing out here by yourself?” He questioned in his silvery voice once he was in talking distance. “You’re at a party, Y/N, you should be socializing!”
pairing:bff!jisung x gn!reader |genre:fluff | word count: 374
“I’m cold, do you mind if I wear this?” You asked as you sat with your best friend, Jisung, along the river edge. You held up the sweater he had not long removed from himself, the brown knitted thing looking much lighter in the sunlight.
Jisung froze for a moment, unsure what to say. He’d imagined you, his best friend, wearing his clothes more times than he’d care to admit, and now that the time had come he didn’t know what to do.
“Jisung?” You questioned, wondering why your friend had stilled so suddenly. “I don’t have to if you don’t want me to, it’s just that it’s a bit chilly.”
“Oh, um, no. Go ahead,” he managed, unable to draw his eyes from you as you pulled the sweater over your head and adjusted it so it fit you better.
“Ugh, so warm!” You smiled, and Jisung took a sharp breath, butterflies flooding his stomach as he watched how happy — and natural — you looked in his clothing.
You pulled the collar of the sweater up to your face, your eyes widening as you looked over at Jisung. “Wow, it even smells like you!” You laughed.
Jisung’s heartbeat picked up steadily, the poor thing pounding hard against his ribcage. He felt the familiar sensation of a hot blush on his cheeks — something he found only happened when he was with you— and raised a hand to subtly try to hide his reddening face.
Luckily for him, you were too preoccupied with his sweater to notice. Sitting up on your knees, you turned your torso to show off the top to Jisung.
“What do you think? Does it suit me?”
Jisung, who had now decided to focus his gaze on a blade of grass in front of him, glanced over at you quickly, a small smile forming on his lips.
“You look—ahem, you look good,” he managed, his voice cracking slightly with nervousness.
“Ah, I’m glad!” You said, leaning back towards Jisung and resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re the best."
In that moment, Jisung realised that the butterflies he felt in his stomach every time he was with you was something that probably didn’t happen between two people who were justfriends.
