Kinktober Day 24 - double penetration x Jisung + Changbin (f!reader)

[23:09]

Jisungshivered, eyes squeezing shut as he felt your hands caress his thighs, his ass in the air fully on display for you, along with Changbingripping Jisung’s hair, holding Jisung in place just out of reach of the older boy’s cock.

“You want it, Ji?” You asked, your tone devilish, prodding against his ass with the strap you were wearing, and the boy beneath you whined, his back arching

“Yes- please mommy please put your cock inside me- I need it so fucking bad,”

“Yeah? What about Binnie’s cock?” You raised a brow, making eye contact with the boy across from you, who’s blush somehow deepened, grip unconsciously tightening on the boy in front of him

Jisung looked to Changbin, eyes wide and lips in a prominent pout.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Changbin grunted softly, eyes averting themselves “I want it too,”

You chuckled

“You have no control, baby,” You muttered smoothly before, all at once, you pushed yourself into Jisung

Jisung whined, eye squeezing shut. You leaned forward, hand going to the back of the boy’s head and pushing Jisung forward, onto Changbin’s cock. The older boy breathed out a shaky breath as Jisung’s lips automatically wrapped around him, head beginning to move up and down without hesitation, with Changbin’s hand still on the back of Jisung’s head doing little to control Jisung at all.

“So cute,” You said, beginning to move, and Jisung whined again, the probable smile in his voice so obvious despite his mouth being full “Both of you are too pretty,”

Changbin protested quietly, and you chuckled.

Kinktober day 15 - sensory deprivation x Han Jisung (gn!reader)

[00:19]

Jisung whimpered, eyes fluttering shut and arms tugging softly at the ropes that held his limbs to either side of the bed, feeling your hands softly wrap a blindfold around his head, before tying a secure knot to hold it in place.

“Too tight?” You asked, voice low, and Jisung shook his head, face getting redder with every passing second

His breath hitched when he heard you pick up the ball gag on the bedside table, and he opened his mouth, trying to relax his jaw, but as soon as he felt it against his lips, he couldn’t help but tense.

“Are you okay, puppy?” Jisung felt you lean forward, visibly relaxing when your hand cupped his cheek “You don’t want the gag?”

“No!” He said with a rather loud voice “I want it- I just- I’m nervous- but I really want it,”

You hummed slightly, before giving him a light pat on the cheek, and going back to the ball gag, slowly bringing it to his mouth before securing it around his head. You leaned back, taking in the sight of Jisung tied up on the bed, blindfolded, and gagged, looking possibly as helpless as you’d ever seen him.

“You remember your non-verbal safe word?” You asked, and Jisung immediately nodded

Smiling approvingly, even though you knew Jisung couldn’t see you, you looked down to see his cock hard and practically dripping against his abdomen. Slowly, you brought your hand to it, tracing just a single finger along him.

Your boyfriend immediately responded, his hips bucking upwards and a throaty whimper passing through the gag- you could already see drool about to pool and drip at the side of his mouth. You cooed softly, and Jisung tried to whine in return.

Without warning, you suddenly wrapped your entire hand around the boy’s cock, and gave a quick pump. Jisung moaned, and despite it being muffled, it was loud. You smirked, and continued pumping him at an immediately fast pace. Jisung began to struggle against the restraints, head moving around, and the saliva that had been pooling finally dripping down the sides of his chin. 

Again, without warning, you stopped, earning a retaliation of muted whines, and the fussing of the boy beneath you. You stayed still for a moment, before getting up from the bed. At first, Jisung calmed down, and he’d stopped complaining, but then you took a step, and another. You were actually just going to the other side of the bed, but the boy immediately began to make noise again, his whining much more desperate than complaintive now.

You decided not to speak, and instead stood still for a while as Jisung’s whines died down, the boy realising now that since he hadn’t heard the door open and that you’d stopped walking, you probably weren’t leaving him.

“You want me to touch you, baby?” You asked, and Jisung nodded fervently

Leaning over him, making sure not to put pressure on the bed so that Jisung couldn’t feel you, you, again, took an almost harsh hold of his cock, causing yet another throaty moan, and you began pumping him.

This time you didn’t stop, and slowly moved onto the bed while continuing your actions, going between Jisung’s legs. 

It was only another two minutes or so of pumping, caressing, and taking the occasional pause, before Jisung’s moaning turned into garbled speech that you assumed to be begging, his body movements only getting more sporadic.

“You gonna cum?”

He nodded, whining and whimpering, trying to get out words that he and you both knew you wouldn’t be able to make out.

“Okay baby,” You smiled “Cum for me,”

And a few seconds later, he did, hot white strips spurting out of his cock, hips bucking and muscles tensing, involuntarily tugging on the ropes.

You got off the bed, wiping your partially cum-covered hand on Jisung’s bare thigh before walking to the closet, and pulling out a bottle of lube and a strap, smirking as you looked again upon your boyfriend waiting on the bed, chest heaving up and down, completely unaware of how far from done you were with him.

Kinktober day 7 - edging x (Han) Jisung (f!reader)

[00:47]

“Please mommy- please-” Jisungwhimpered, his hips practically shaking from the effort he was putting into trying not to buck them up- knowing if he did you’d just stop touching him all together

You had a single finger running up and down the boy’s dripping length, watching his body convulse, taking in the thin layer of sweat covering him, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, his muscles tensing and untensing, and the trail of drool dripping down his chin.

“You’re so pretty all weak like this, though,” You smiled softly, leaning down and pressing a light kiss to the head of Jisung’s cock, and he twitched “You look like an angel- mommy’s own little angel,”

“Y-you’re just saying that so I’ll let you edge me w-without complaining- ahh-”

“Partly,” You chuckled, licking a long stripe up Jisung’s cock, and he almost sobbed “But mostly because it’s true. I could look at you forever, beautiful,”

Your smile widened as you watched Jisung’s cheeks heat up, his eyes going to look everywhere but you, and, most noticeably, his mouth was shut.

“Nothing to say?” You cocked your head “Is that how much of a praise-slut you are?”

Jisung whined, beginning to fuss again, and you chuckled, quietly hushing him.

“I’m kidding, pretty,”

The boy puffed his cheeks and turned to the side stubbornly, and while his attention was turned on looking mad, you gave him a quick pump with your entire hand. Jisung’s eyes widened, and he moaned- loudly.

“Fuck- mommy- nngh- again- please again-” He started, and you swear you could see the beginnings of tears in his eyes

You hummed, pretending to think for a moment.

“Nah,” You smiled towards Jisung, and he whined again

— Trust Me This Time —

+ pairing: han jisung x female reader
+ genre: angst, fluff, suggestive, exes to ??, college!au, badboy!jisung
+ warnings: mentions of drinking, reader is slightly intoxicated, let me know if i am missing something
+ word count: 1.5k
+ requested as part of my Drabble Event #2
+ summary:You knew Jisung’s promises tended to be empty and after what happened, you swore you would never be his again. However, it’s never too late to change, or is it?
+ lia’s note: Hello, how are you? So this drabble is very angsty, I’d say. I hope you enjoy reading it, I enjoyed writing it! Please, like/reblog this if you enjoy reading it and let me know your thoughts through an ask if you feel like it! As always, happy reading!

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The party wasn’t as fun as you wanted it to be. Despite the music playing and everyone’s efforts to keep you entertained, the truth was you were having a hard time. These kinds of places always reminded you of Jisung and he was someone you wanted to avoid and forget.

However, that was proving to be harder than you’d like to admit.

You still saw him on the campus grounds and whenever your eyes met, you had to look away and continue to walk. You couldn’t bear the pain in his eyes, but you also didn’t want to bear it. It was probably an act to him like most of your relationship had been. Did he ever love you or were you too enamoured to see the red flags?

Whenever the two of you crossed paths he’d try to talk to you. He’d try to say that he had changed and that he was willing to give all of what you had another try. Part of you wanted to give in and accept his offer, accept his words. But whenever you were about to do it, images of what had happened popped into your head.

It wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth it. And yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about all of it.

As the party went on, you grew slightly tipsier. Whether it was your need to forget or your desire to enjoy a cold beverage, you weren’t sure. Your thoughts started to get muffled together, your words slurred. Even the music sounded slower and your dance moves were heavy and erratic. Your heart jumped in your chest and when your eyes landed on Jisung on the other side of the dance floor, you stopped what you were doing, unable to look away from him.

Tonight, he was alone. He leaned on the wall and sipped on his drink, raising his cup to whoever greeted him on his way to the upper floor. For a while, he was oblivious to your eyes on him. But just like when you were dating, he always found you. No matter how big the crowd, Jisung always found you.

When he started to make his way towards you, you considered turning around and joining your friends near the beer pong game happening, but you couldn’t. You waited for him to join you, watching as the lights changed and greeted his features, amazed at how he looked good under every single one of them. Han Jisung was certainly breathtaking.

“Hi.”

You didn’t hear his voice but you read his lips. For the first time in a while, you pondered what it would be like to kiss him again. You wondered what it would be like to feel his arms around your waist as he kissed your skin, wanting you to be his. Had that been an act too? Part of you didn’t want to believe that tonight. Not now when he was this close to you.

“I’ve missed you,” you said, licking your lips as you stumbled towards him, a crooked smile appearing on your face. “I’ve missed you so much, Jisung. I’m so sorry, I…”

Your hands quickly found the back of his neck and you tried to pull him closer to you, but Jisung tensed up under your touch and shook his head.

“You don’t want this, Y/N.”

“How do you know?” You said, rolling your eyes. “You don’t know me. You don’t know what Iwant!”

“You’re drunk. I don’t… I don’t want you to do something you might regret later.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. Since when had Jisung started to care about your feelings? Since when did it matter to him what you felt? This had to be the funniest joke you had heard all night.

“You’re funny,” you booped his nose, not letting go of his neck. When your eyes found his, you expected them to be happy and eager for something, but this time, they were sad and cautious. You sighed. “Why aren’t you happy tonight?”

He pursed his lips and studied your expression carefully, his hand brushing softly against your cheek. You slowly grabbed it and intertwined your fingers together, a wave of electricity greeting you abruptly. His touch was certainly something else and you craved it more each day you were apart. And yet tonight, Jisung didn’t want it. Or maybe he didn’t want you. He probably had his eyes on someone else.

“It’s not just unhappiness,” he said over the loud music and let go of your hand, shaking his head. “I’m upset and disappointed with what I did to you.”

“We can move on from that, Jisung.” You tried to get closer to him again, to grab his hand, to pull him closer, but he stopped you. “We can…”

He started to walk away from you and towards the front door of the house and you followed him with wobbly steps. When you were outside, the music pounded behind you and you stopped briefly to consider whether or not you should go back inside. However, you found yourself climbing down the stairs towards Jisung as he messed his hair and paced around the empty road.

“We can chat about it.” You shoved your hands in your pockets and started to make your way toward him. “I’m not thatdrunk.”

“But you don’t want to chat for the right reasons right now. I know what you want right now.”

“And that is…”

Jisung pondered for a while. He glanced at the houses around the two of you as he ruffled his hair, somewhat desperate. You sighed and lowered your head, unsure of what to do or say. Maybe he was right, maybe you wanted to chat for the wrong reasons. Maybe you would say yes to everything he’d say to you in hopes that would get you closer to him, even if it was just for one night.

“I know you, Y/N. I notice the way you look at me. I know what alcohol does to you. You become touchy, emotional, needy. Trust me this time when I say you don’t want that. We’d both regret it.”

“Why would you regret it?” You chuckled as your heart sunk in your chest. “You’re done with me, aren’t you? You’ve found someone else now and they’re probably better than me, right? Where is she right now?” You started to look around trying to locate someone in the shadows or inside a car or just leaning on a picket fence. “Where is she, Jisung?”

“There hasn’t been anyone after you.” His voice was sombre and a chill went down your spine. You wanted to blame it on the wind, but when your eyes turned to look at him, you knew he was the one that caused it. “I have been trying to be a better person. Words mean nothing when you have nothing to back them up with. But I have been trying, Y/N.”

“Why?” That was the only word that left your lips whenever you spoke with Jisung tonight. “You could have anyone, you don’t have to change. After all-”

“Don’t you understand that I love you?” He took a deep breath and started to pace around, avoiding looking at you. “When we were together, I took you for granted. And then, I messed up what we had and that made me realise that I… I love you. I don’t think I have ever loved anyone as I love you right now.” He stopped pacing and turned around to look at you, heartbroken. “And sometimes, loving someone means to keep your distance from them, even when you don’t want to. More than anything I want to show you that I have changed and that I am willing to wait until you’re fully sober for us to talk about this. For to talk about… us.”

You couldn’t say anything to him. You got lost in his eyes, in this foolish hope that kept on growing in your chest and that you were expecting to burst at any moment, disappearing in a matter of seconds. However, that didn’t happen. This foolish hope refused to burst.

When you didn’t answer him, he shook his head and started to walk towards the party. He kept his eyes on his feet and a regretful expression he tried to conceal with a sad smile. This was why your hope hadn’t burst. This was why it kept growing.

This time, Jisung was giving you something more than his empty promises. He was doing what he told you he would do: he was making an effort to be a better person. And right now, as much as you wanted to tell him that it didn’t matter, this mattered to you more than anything he had ever done to you.

“Thank you,” you said and he stopped on his way up the stairs to look at you. You nodded. “We’ll talk about… us some other day. I’ll… text you?”

“Call me.” He smiled softly at you and you couldn’t help but reciprocate the gesture. “I like the sound of your voice. Good night, Y/N.”

You blamed the alcohol in your system for making all of your thoughts slower and your reactions delayed. Still, despite all of that, one thing was for sure: this time, you would trust Jisung.

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— A Slice of Love —

+ pairing: han jisung x female reader
+ genre: fluff, attempted humour, best friends (idiots) to lovers, non-idol!au, confession!au
+ warnings: mentions of food, reader LOVES chocolate cake, reader almost chokes on a piece of cake, let me know if i am missing something
+ word count: 0.7k
+ requested as part of my Drabble Event #2
+ summary: Your love for chocolate cake is quite massive, but there might be a certain someone you love more than this incredible piece of heaven.
+ lia’s note: Hello, how are you? I hope you have fun with this one. It’s definitely on the goofy side and I had a lot of fun writing it! I hope you enjoy reading it as well! Please, like/reblog this if you enjoy reading it and let me know your thoughts through an ask if you feel like it! As always, happy reading!

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“Tell me why you brought me here again?”

Jisung held your hand as he guided you through the busy street and inside a small bakery. As soon as you stepped in, the smell of freshly baked goods surrounded you and you took a deep breath, smiling in delight.

“I heard they have the best chocolate cake in town and…”

Chocolate cake. At the sound of those words, you scanned the bakery display with all of your attention, reading the labels on the different cakes and pastries until you landed on your target.

“Chocolate cake…”

You let go of Jisung’s hand and walked closer to the display, completely enamoured by the cake. It looked delicious and your mouth was already watering at the thought of having a slice. If there was something you absolutely loved was chocolate cake: the texture, the taste, the smell. Everything made your senses tingle and you were on a life mission to find the best chocolate cake of your life.

“Thank you,” you said to Jisung and offered him a smile and a wink, “for continuing to help me on this mission!”

He let out a soft giggle and made the order for both of you. Jisung also asked for a slice of chocolate cake which meant he was willing to spend half an hour of his life hearing you talk about chocolate cake and how much you loved it. You didn’t know why he did it but you weren’t complaining. His company was the best and you wouldn’t trade it for anyone else’s. Not even for a slice of chocolate cake.

After the two of you found a table near one of the windows, you sat down and it didn’t take long for you to grab your phone to take pictures of your chocolate cake slice. You smiled the entire time, taking it from different angles that truly highlighted the beauty and delicacy of this piece of heaven.

“Ah,” you said, pointing to your slice of cake, “I want someone to look at me and care about me the way I look and care about chocolate cake. That is the dream!”

Jisung laughed again, messing his hair afterwards and glancing around the small place where a soft melody played to fill the silence.

“It’s a nice dream…” Jisung sighed and gulped. He ruffled his hair again and you glanced between him and the chocolate cake, unable to resist taking a bite. As soon as the piece of cake was about to reach your mouth, Jisung added, “What if I want to make it happen?”

“What?” You shoved the piece of cake in your mouth and at the explosion of flavour, you closed your eyes, enjoying every bit of it. “Oh my God… This is sogood.”

You could cry about how delicious this cake was. The velvety texture melted in your mouth and the flavour wasn’t too sweet nor too bitter. It was perfect.

“Isn’t it obvious that I want to date you?”

Your eyes widened in shock and you almost choked on the piece of cake you were enjoying. Jisung quickly got up from his seat and came to pat your back, helping you calm down and regain your composure. Did he say what you thought he had said?

“What did you just say?” You said, lifting your eyes to look at him, perplexed. “Did you say you wanted to date me?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “If I haven’t made it clear, I do like you and I want to date… you.”

You nodded, unsure how to form a coherent sentence to express your feelings. Inside of your head, you were jumping, screaming in excitement, shaking your legs up in the air. Here, however, you could only look into Jisung’s eyes as you tried to calm your heart down and remind yourself that you couldn’t stare at him for the rest of eternity. Or at least, now you could.

“Hm… the chocolate cake is good,” you said and shook your head right after. Could you for once in your life stop thinking about chocolate cake? You cleared your throat and glanced back at Jisung. “What I’m trying to say is that the chocolate cake is good, but this is much better. So much better. I mean it.”

And you meant it. Chocolate cake was great and all, but being loved and cared for by Jisung? Oh, that was divine.

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☆[nostalgic] summer romance!au han jisung 
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• “you’re stepping on my foot.”
• “deal with it.”
• “you’re so bossy, no wonder the kids don’t like you.”
• “do you want me to stomp on your foot next, jisung?”
• he smirks in response
• a half chuckle from nervousness because you might actually do it if he’s not careful
• and another because just getting this response from you makes him giddy
• the other camp counselors roll their eyes at the usual banter between you - head of troop 4 and him - head of troop 8
• every summer is the same story
• the infamous you vs. jisung rivalry 
• in everything from team sports to arts and crafts to lunch chores
• the rumor going around is that it all started when you two were both campers instead, years ago, chasing each other all around the grounds and giving your troop leaders at the time the biggest headaches of their lives
• now all this time later, you two weren’t campers anymore 
• and yet
• your fighting still managed to cause a wave of groans heard deep deep into the forest and sky
• but right now, under the canopy of the main cabin
• everything seems to be just a little more tense
• your hands are on his shoulders and jisung’s are on your waist
• excitable troop 11 leader minho is standing five feet away
• pointing to the two of you as an example for the troves of pre-teens that are sitting criss-cross on the floor
• “now, for some of you this might be your first formal bonfire dance and i know youre excited, but we have to go over the dancing rules. first rule: keep a safe distance.”
  
• you and jisung are obliging by that rule perfectly
• there is no way you’re about to press any closer to him, and you’re sure he returns the sentiment
• minho weaves his hands into the space between your bodies just to make a point 
• it somehow seems to push the heat and familiar woodsy smell that comes off jisung toward you, it tickles at you skin and you want to swat it away 
• but you keep rigid and ignore minho’s wrist that bumps your hip
• you truly wish he’d just hurry up as 
• this is getting beyond embarrassing
• probably because you are the least suitable couple for this demonstration, you literally hate each other and due to some kind of misstep on your part or the stars refusing to align today
• you ended up here
• “second rule, you should let your partner lead. in this case, jisung will lead.”
  
• you try to mute your scoff, but it comes out loud and echoes. jisung does that dumb smirk of his again.
• “third rule: for slow dances, go in a square formation. like so.”
  
• minho clears his throat and throws you two a look
• you throw it back at him because -hello, you only agreed to stand still in this position not actually dance
• but jisung suddenly curls the hand that’s on your waist a little tighter and with a confident nudge starts swaying you two in the devastatingly awkward silence
• “minho, can we at least have some music?”
  
• you hiss, you feel your skin hot with humiliation 
• “right right.”
  
• it’s some popular ballad from a drama you didn’t bother to watch, you try to concentrate on the sad lyrics
• because jisung is effortlessly moving you two through the beat
• and the blatantly obvious difference in his fluid like movements 
• and your creaky, robotic ones is justcrushingyou 
• the song - after what seems like a million years, accompanied with minho’s chattering - finally comes to an end
• jisung twirls you around and when you come up on the turn 
• you expect to see it for the third time
• his smirk
• but he’s not smirking, let alone even smiling. he’s just staring at you as if something other than embarrassment is scrawled across your face
• you take offense to it - why wouldn’t you? you’re enemies
• and you harshly tug your hand from his
• without a word you return to your clustered troop at the back of the cabin and jisung shuffles to join his too
• you don’t notice it, you’re busy doing your head count but he throws a glance over his shoulder
• did you really hate it that much?
• the bonfire dance rolls around at the end of the week
• it’s been the same old routine up until then
• your troops going head to head in anything and everything, you and jisung barking at each other like angry dogs and doing whatever possible to get on each others nerves
• you have effectively erased the whole dance tutorial stunt minho had pulled on you both from your mind 
• (and the mind of everyone else that even tried to bring it up)
• and with the way jisung was acting, you suspect he had too
• and now - under the fairy lights and smell of barbecue 
• you watch the kids mingle and laugh, the music isn’t that loud - so you can still make out the buzz of words here and there when you hear
• “dance?”
  
• you turn around and jisung is standing there. he straightens up and you see the bright, orange tshirt all the counselors wear and the handmade bracelets from his troop on his wrist
• you see the cargo pants you make fun of him for wearing all summer long
• and the bandana that hangs out of the right pocket
• his eyes wide like those of a frightened rabbit on a hiking path in the mid afternoon
• if he was anyone else in the world, and not the him that you’ve known for years, you would have been smitten
• which you find both hilarious and mortifying 
• “what?”
• “are you not going to dance?”
  
• ah, so you’re here to finally make fun of me for not being able to dance. what else could i expect from han jisung-
• “do you want to dance with me?”
  
• in an only natural reaction you scrunch up your nose and eyebrows, glare at him and go
• “what? no. of course not.”
  
• “why not?”
  
• “because -”
  
• “i want to dance with you.”
  
• he blinks in perfect clarity, like what he’s just said is some kind of given and not an anomaly that’s been built up for years 
• “jisung - i dont know what you are getting at, but it isn’t funny-”
• he puts a hand out and his warm fingertips brush yours
• the dance, the buzz of other people, the music, the food, all of it melts out of the frame of your mind 
• you still step back and away from him and jisung doesn’t move
• “im not being funny. please dance with me.”
  
• “i can’t dance.”
  
• you blurt out, even though he’s the last person you want to confess that too
• but this is so weird and you feel suddenly like the only person in the world 
• “that’s ok. we don’t have to dance here.”
  
• part of you is sure it’s an imagination you’ve conjured at the weakest point of this summer
• as jisung walks through the lamp lit path to the back of the counselors cabin, out to the little meadow there that’s wet from the rain that came down hours before
• you’d watched the droplets from inside the lunch tent, jisung had watched you from three tables over
• he stops in the middle of it and you can smell him and the night woods
• “no one will see us here.”
• his hand finds your waist and you start to tremble
• “jisung, what are you doing?”
• “im going to dance with you.”
• you shake a little more violently
• “why, you and i hate e-”
• he leans in so fast you almost choke back on the last word when his lips brush yours and his hand on your waist becomes less a feathery touch than a grip that flows a shock through you
• “ive never said that, ive never said i hated you”
  
• his lips whisper against yours
• “youve never said you hated me either.”
  
• your hands find the front of that obnoxiously bright shirt and you should push him away but you just bunch the fabric up
• he doesn’t move
• “we should have said it.”
• “no.”
  
• he kisses you again, and again, and again, and again until the only thing you can remember is what it feels like to be held so close to him in the warmth of his body
• you’re dizzy because you can’t even remember it’s jisung until you are pulling apart because someone is yelling his name and your name
• “we should go-”
  
• “will you dance with me later, another time?”
  
• you have a feeling his hand around you won’t let go unless you give him an answer
• you look at him - eyes adjusting to the moonlight casting a shadow over his face
• “yes, another time.”
  
• a decade later - you’re standing on the floor of a wedding hall
• your shoes are stuffy, the chatter of people all around you and the smell of food somewhere down the reception hall
• you feel out of place and slightly embarrassed 
• people are going to start dancing soon, aren’t they? i don’t want to dance…..
• you regret coming for a fleeting second - but you couldn’t say no - you’ve known the groom, bang chan, for some time
• refusing just because you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself for one dance would just be-
• “are you not going to dance?”
• the voice comes from behind you and you don’t turn, because you think you cannot be hearing correctly.
• “do you want to dance with me?”
• a hand takes yours and pivots you toward them slowly
• suddenly the wedding halls white walls and lilacs turn to old wood and climbing ivy
• the bright orange shirt, the cargo shorts, the big and soft and beautiful eyes
• “jisung?”
• “i want to dance with you and you said you’d dance with me later, remember - another time.”
• his hand in yours reaches forward
• and he turns from young and clumsy
• to more mature and handsome
• with a sharp jaw, long and heavenly features
• when he softly tugs you by the waist toward him 
• you swear you can still smell the trees on him
• the memory of a scent from all those years ago
• “i cant dance”
  
• you mumble and he reaches his lips down toward your cheek, “that’s ok. we don’t have to dance here.”
• you are in the tight hallway between the closed door of the staffs kitchen and the stairs leading up to the second floor of the hall
• no one is around, they’re all gone - jisung is holding you close and turning you in small squares
• “you’re stepping on my feet”
  
• he whispers and you want to laugh, but you think you feel the tears roll down your eyes when you mutter back
• “sorry.”
  
• he shakes his head, and he seems like he wants to pull you right into him. tighter. closer. to make up all this time.
• “no, you’re supposed to say-”
• “do you want me stomp on your foot next, jisung?”