genre: angst, just pure angst. (maybe a bit of fluff if you squint hard enough hueheu)
a/n: feeling kinda angsty lately im always feeling angsty most of the time but most of my fics here are fluff..♀️also i recommend listening to water fountain by alec benjamin bc this drabble is completely inspired by this song :v i switched up a bit of the lyrics so it would make sense but yeah!!1!1!!1
“he told me that he loved me by the water fountain,he told me that he loved me and he didn’t love her,and that was really lovely ‘cause it was innocent,
but now he’s got a cup with something else in it.”
“you know, i wouldnt have found this beautiful place if it weren’t for you, love.” jisung mumbled out before reaching his hand out to caress your cheeks. humming at his words, you looked down at the boy who had his head laid on your lap.
the two of you were seated on the mat that you brought near the water fountain. the both of you just so had to stumble across the place a few weeks ago and it had became your new favourite place to hang out with your dearest boyfriend.
“yn?” the black haired boy called out, causing you to get back in reality. “yes ji?” “you know i love you, right?” jisung stared into your own pair of eyes, his cute smile was visible for you to see. smiling back at him, your hand begin to caress his fluffy hair.. brushing his bangs of his eyes before responding. “of course love, and i love you too.”
he suddenly lift his head up from your lap, now sitting up to face you, his big hands gently reaching out to hold yours. “good. thank you for trusting me even though those nasty rumours were going around the whole school. you’re the only person i love, only you baby. no one else, not even her.”those were just sweet, sweet lies.
“it’s getting kind of blurry at a quarter-past-ten, and she was in a hurry to be touching his skin, he’s feeling kind of dirty when he’s dancing with her,
forgetting what he told me by the water fountain.”
“hey sweetheart, you’re a little late to the party but at least you’re here now. wasn’t expecting you to come, your dress suits you a lot.” na jaemin slipped his arms around your shoulder, handing you a red cup. you were pretty used to his flirty personality, of course making sure that he doesn’t cross the line as you were in a relationship with ji.
smiling at the lad, you took the cup in your own hand, taking a sip from it before responding. “i apologize for being 30 minutes late, was having a hard time choosing out my outfit and i heard ji is here too so why not join him? ah- by any chance do you know where he is, nana?” “you don’t have to apologize, pretty. and I’m not sure sweetheart, I haven’t seen him around ever since he came in.”
jaemin spoke, a hand brushing his freshly dyed blonde hair which looked really good on him. the boy detached his arms from your shoulder, shoving it in the pockets of his ripped jeans before speaking again, “i can help you find jisung if you want me to, though.” straightening your body portion, you quickly fixed your dress by pulling the hem of the fabric down since it was riling up before politely declining his offer.
soon both of you parted ways, jaemin went back to jeno and renjun while you were walking around the house, looking for your boyfriend. you had been looking for him for the past 15 minutes, texting him several times but still hadn’t got a response from him. your eyes searched around the dance floor, suddenly landing on a particular spot.
there he was, dancing with her. his arms wrapped around her waist while hers was all over his body. anger, but mostly disappointment filled your body. he was there at the dance floor, with his arms wrapped around another girl’s waist instead of yours. it’s like he had forgotten what he said to you back at the water fountain.
“and if he ever goes back to the water fountain, the handle will be broken and the rust set in.
but my hand, it will be open and I’ll try to fix it. my heart, it will be open and I’ll try to give it”
jisung ended up at the water fountain, this time feeling extremely guilty. guilty that he had lied to you, guilty that he still loves her. guilty for making you upset. how he wished all of this wouldn’t happen, he wished to not love her anymore.
deep down, he knows. he knows that it would never happen. he would still love her no matter what, even if she’s not the one for him and the real one was standing in front of him the whole time. he feels stupid. stupid for still going after her even though you were so much better at almost everything. his thoughts were cut out from a faint voice coming from behind, the voice calling his name.
“jisung?” you called out. suddenly his heart was beating fast, not knowing how to act after the incident and you not responding to his chat. “what are you doing here?” you were slowly walking towards the boy, head slightly tilted to the side waiting for his answer. “…yn, I’m sorry-”
“no, it’s alright. let’s… not talk about it.” awkward silence lingering around the air between you two. both you and jisung did not dare to speak, until you decided to break it. “so.. what are you doing here?” clearing your throat, you waited for his response, “i was waiting for you..” the tall boy said.
“listen, i know you saw me with her.. and i wanna apologize for that. i know what i did was wrong, just.. please don’t leave me. i still love you, so so much.” oh how much you hated yourself for coming back to him with just those words. you hate how weak you are for park jisung.
in the end, no matter what he did. you would always come back in his arms, even if he lied to you multiple time.
note; thank u for requesting! i’m sorry if this is bad,,
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‘Sungie, it’s your turn,’ you mumble sleepily, shaking his shoulder gently.
‘Ok,’ Jisung murmurs back, ‘I’m going.’
You and Jisung had just had your first child together, a daughter named Chunae.
It was hard.
You found that you had fallen so much deeper in love with Jisung over the course of your pregnancy and the first few weeks of your little girls life. You would walk into the nursery and find Jisung asleep in the armchair with the baby on his chest, matching bottom lips sticking out. It filled your heart with so much love and pride at what you’d built with him, the happiness and home that you’d created together. For Jisung, he couldn’t believe he finally had a baby of his own. He’d seen so many of his members become fathers over the years, and had longed to become one himself for a long time. Now that he was one, it hadn’t fully sunk in yet, but he loved Chunae more than anything.
Despite this, Chunae was not an easy baby. For her first week of life, it was generally somewhat straightforward to calm down. It seemed to be one of four things; she was hungry, she needed changed, she wanted a cuddle or had a bad stomach.
These situations were fairly easy to resolve - you would breastfeed her or Jisung would give her a bottle, she would be changed, cuddled or given a stomach massage. Something Jisung loved was hearing her satisfied grunts, her little milk coma face was his favourite sight. But after a couple of weeks, the crying got worse.
Chunae would cry for hours on end, for seemingly. No reason at all. You would both desperately try to calm her, offering her bottles, giving her baths, changing the temperature in case she was too hot or cold, constant back rubs and pats, but nothing would change. She would just cry incessantly.
‘I think she might have colic,’ you sigh midway through one of these episodes.
Jisung only nods, cradling Chunae in his chest and stroking her back while she screams.
The two of you devised a sort of system that would happen when Chunae would cry. If you had not long fed her, Jisung would have to be the one to get up. He insisted on this, wanting you to rest.
‘Hi baby,’ Jisung stumbles into her nursery, rubbing his tired eyes, ‘come here.’
He leans over her crib and lifts her out gently, cradling her against his chest over the shoulder.
‘What’s the matter, hmm?’
Chunae just screams, and Jisung mentally begins preparing himself for the next couple of hours. He begins rocking Chunae in his arms, humming a random NCT Dream song quietly. He massages her back as slowly as he can, hoping to calm her, but to no avail.
‘Let’s just cuddle, okay?’ Jisung had read up a lot on colic, and how to help Chunae. The biggest tip generally was to just give cuddles, so that was what the both of you did with her most nights. Jisung sinks down into the armchair, settling Chunae so that she’s laying in his arms.
‘Don’t cry baby,’ he mumbles, ‘you’re okay. There’s no need to cry, everything’s okay.’
She quietens down a bit, but still strangled cries escape from her lips.
Being sat down with his baby daughter, it suddenly hits Jisung just how tired he is. He’s running on next to no sleep, big thick black bags under his eyes as evidence. He smells a little too, both from the lack of a regular shower and the baby powder and milk.
‘You take the life out of me,’ Jisung sighs, ‘what do I have to do to make you stop crying, huh?’
Chunae just keeps screaming.
So this was what being a father was like.
His hyungs had told him countless times that he would be awake all night with the baby, unable to stop them from crying endlessly, and just how constantly exhausted he would be. But he underestimated just how hard on him it would be. It was difficult to express sometimes. He knew you really have the brunt of it. You’re Chunae’s mother. You carried and gave birth to her, breastfeed her constantly throughout they day, and when you’re not doing that you’re pumping for bottles. Your body is tested every single day, hormones and emotions constantly running high. You’re upset and emotional, but still working so hard for your daughter. Jisung admired you so much. You were the most devoted and strong mother, and the things he had seen your body do were incredible, and it made him love you even more than he thought he could. He knew that his exhaustion wasn’t nearly as close to what you were likely feeling. Jisung tried so hard to help, taking over feeding and night time duties whenever he could to allow you to rest and take it easy. But he didn’t feel like it was fair to you to say he was tired. Despite that, this was when Jisung really felt like he had become a father. This baby in his arms was his, made from him and the person he loved most, his to take care of and attend to every need, to keep alive, to love and to mould into a happy and kind person.
Jisung sits with her for over an hour as her sobs gradually fade into weak murmurs.
‘Finally tired?’ Jisung whispers, ‘just close your eyes.’
Once Jisung is sure that she’s sound asleep, he gently lowers her into her crib, before tiptoeing out of the room.
He’s so relieved to climb back into your bed, even though his side is now cold to lie in.
‘Thank you,’ you mumble, half-asleep, ‘love you.’
Jisung kisses the side of your head and settles down into the mattress, falling asleep quickly. Until two hours later and she’s crying again.
genre:angst au: break up au, non-idol au warnings:swearing word count: 0.4k pairing: gn!reader x han jisung
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pairing :: park jisung x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + social influencer au word count :: 5,563 words warnings ::none playlist :: sunroof (nicky youre & dazy) ⋆ just the way you are (bruno mars) ⋆ until i found you (stephen sanchez & em beihold) ⋆ this is what falling in love feels like (jvke) ⋆ kiss me (sixpence none the richer) author’s note :: wishing the happiest of (belated) birthdays to one very special miss april @dropofgoldensun !!!! i’m sorry this wasn’t on time, i tried aksjdfhas i’m very proud of you always, big congrats on leading two very successful, very amazing dance performances and for completing your first year of college (you’re almost there !!!) ily lots !! you’ll get a longer (read: sappier) letter and present in the mail ♡ p.s. i pinky promise this is not a joke this time :’) ↳ part of the not clickbaitseries.
There are three things in life that Park Jisung is absolutely terrified of.
Okay, that’s a big fat lie, and even he knows it. There are actually many things he’s insanely afraid of, but that would take forever to list, so here are the top three, starting from the bottom:
#3. His mom when she’s mad at him (deserved).
She found out he bet Chenle all his meal points that Jaemin would confess to his best friend before she would (Spoiler: he ate ramen everyday for a whole semester. Luckily, Mark sucks at buying groceries online and ordered too many bulk boxes of that instant MSG filled goodness).
#2. Bugs and ghosts.
Both float or fly around and always come out of nowhere. So yeah, he’s putting them together. Also, he’s never going to forgive Donghyuck for convincing him to swap cameraman duties because he ended up filming the Mothman episode for Dream Unsolved while Donghyuck got to enjoy three lobster rolls at three drastically different price points, complete with shaved truffle and edible gold flakes.
Combining his two second tier fears? That’s a recipe for the: Worst. Night. Ever. It was so bad, he wanted to give Mothman a zero (out of five stars), but Renjun said that’s not possible. So he gave it a one. But it’s still a zero in his books.
#1. Confessing to his best friend.
Jisung didn’t think he’d feel this type of primal fear again. The last time he felt this way was when he lost his phone in the Uber drop off zone at Disneyland during the summer of his freshman year. Their rideshare reached the hotel at midnight before he realized his phone was missing, like some modern day Cinderella except he wasn’t Hilary Duff and there was no Chad Michael Murray to find his phone (He blames you for making him watch this movie with you religiously when you two were younger). The driver was nice enough to agree to drive back as Chenle repeatedly called his phone, and he frantically searched beneath the car seats.
All hope was nearly lost when he reached the drop off zone again, leaping out of the car and asking the nearby security if someone turned it in to no avail. They told him to check the guest relations service station, and he had to go through all the security checkpoints again and caught up with the employee right before the station was closed up. They had asked him to describe his phone, and he rapid-fired the make, model, and a description of the lockscreen picture of you and him taken at the Sleeping Beauty’s castle the last time the two of you came here.
When they came up empty handed, he was already dreading the call to his mom to help him cancel all his credit cards on Apple Pay and planning his upcoming funeral in his mind. But Disneyland is truly a magical place because some Good Samaritan did turn in his phone a few minutes later, and the employee returned it to him. He also belatedly realized why no one picked up when Chenle was calling because the caller ID flashing on his phone shows “Sugar Daddy ❤️” in large, unmistakable letters. He humbly takes his device with the twenty-two missed calls from his Splenda Father back from the employee with a meek “Thank you” (He doesn’t miss the side-eye from them and sprints back to the car with his metaphorical tail tucked between his legs. Chenle thought it was hysterical).
So yeah, Jisung distinctly remembers that impending feeling of doom when he thought he had to tell his mom he lost his phone. However, doing that would still be an absolute cake walk in the park in comparison to executing #1 on his list.
You are standing there, looking absolutely stunning in a leather jacket and the prettiest pink velvet dress that you had purchased from the nearby thrift shop. The two of you were just messing around and trying on the most ridiculous outfits, temporarily abandoning your search for some ugly tropical button downs for Jaemin’s beach themed party a couple months ago, when he pulled out that dress behind a bunch of old Halloween costumes, and your eyes lit up. You looked so pretty spinning around in that dress back then, and you look just as pretty, if not more, wearing it now.
“Sungie!” you call him over, noticing him hovering by the doorway that led out to the balcony where you and the rest of your friends are scattered around in a sort of circle, either sitting on the ground or the lounge chairs. The night sky is littered with stars that are surprisingly visible in the city still, and Mark has his guitar out, strumming the chords for a very familiar, very beloved ten minute long song by the Woman, the myth, the legend: Taylor Swift.
Your best friend makes his way over to you, handing you a cup filled with green apple soju, and you grin, thanking him before taking a sip. Standing next to you, he leans back against the railing, forearms resting on top of the iron bars. “Excited that summer is almost here and you’re almost done with school?”
You groan, throwing back half of the drink, and it burns the back of your throat slightly. “Just a few more weeks to go, and I’m finally free. Maybe I should open up a TikTok and pray I get famous, too, so I can drop out and never take another exam.”
“Hey, I’ll help you set up a dancing TikTok if that’s what you really want.” He nudges you, and you laugh, causing his heart to flutter as he beams a little proudly at the fact that he caused that. “I’m serious. You always practice all the dances with me anyway before I film the final version.”
“I don’t think I’m ready to put my dancing out there for the whole world to see. That’s just gonna be between you and me and all my plushies in my room,” you chuckle, tipping back the remainder of your drink. It’s a little chilly out here, and you’re hoping the alcohol will warm you up. “I mean, I do think it’s fun, but I don’t think I can keep up with it all the time.”
Jisung lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Alright, well, one day, I’m gonna finally be able to convince you to show up in my videos and collab.”
“In your dreams, Sungie.” You grin at him before shivering slightly when a small breeze picks up. Instinctively, Jisung reaches out and pulls you closer to him, arm wrapped around your shoulder and side pressed against yours. He belatedly realizes what he just did, and his face turns pink, the blush spreading to the tips of his ears. He desperately hopes that you cannot feel his heart thumping so quickly in his chest, almost threatening to fall out.
You stifle a squeak at the unexpected hug, the heat spreading across your cheeks like wildfire, and when you turn to look at him, you suddenly register you have miscalculated the distance between your face and his. Your nose almost brushes his, and your face burns up even hotter.
“Uh, I—” Puberty makes its untimely appearance in the form of a voice crack, and he hastily clears his throat. “You looked cold and um, I thought it’d be better to uh, share body heat… you know?”
“Oh, yeah, definitely.” You nod a little too vigorously, still very much hyper aware of the fact that if you just tilt your head ten degrees and lean forward a couple inches, then you’d be kissing your best friend whom you have a very big, not-so-subtle crush on. “Good thinking, Sungie.”
“Right?” Jisung also nods a little too enthusiastically, and the two of you simultaneously turn your faces away from each other, choosing to stare at your other friends in front of you instead. “Anyway, what were we talking about again?”
“Oh, just you failing to convince me to make a TikT—oh my god, wait, hold on, this is my favorite part! ‘You said that if we had been closer in age, maybe it would have been fine, AND THAT MADE ME WANT TO DIE!’”
You and the other girls scream the last part in sync for emphasis, and Jisung watches, chuckling as his lips curl up into an amused smile. On the other hand, Donghyuck winces, remarking, “I know that wasn’t directed at me, but it still feels a little too personal.”
His girlfriend merely winks at him, throwing up finger guns before she continues to belt out the next verse, and you laugh, leaning forward slightly. Jisung thinks it’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard in his entire life, and he wouldn’t mind hearing it for the rest of his life.
When you straighten up, Jisung gently readjusts his hand on your shoulder, casually pulling you towards him again. Your breath catches in your throat as your face instantaneously heats up when he tucks you into his jacket once more, and you are once again pressed against his side. Giggling a little nervously, you avoid any sort of eye contact with him and try to focus all your attention on the current song, loudly singing along with your friends and praying to the Big Man Upstairs that your best friend doesn’t notice that your voice goes an octave higher for a split second when he leans his head against yours.
Taylor is absolutely right. You will remember this all too well.
You wonder if Jisung will, too.
(He does.)
“Why are we doing this dance again?”
Your phone is set up precariously on top of Jisung’s desk and leaning against the mouse Squishmallow you had gifted him for his birthday last year (along with a new gaming keyboard with rainbow lights). He makes sure the two of you are centered in the camera’s angle, nodding in satisfaction before clicking the Play button on the Renegade dance compilation he already opened up on his laptop, which has been placed right next to the phone on his desk.
“Because you missed this one when it first came out, and it’s tradition for us to do all the TikTok dances together,” he says before gently shoving you towards the laptop. “And you pinky promised me you’d film one video with me. Now pay attention.”
“I was tipsy when I said that, and this challenge is like two years old,” you complain. You knew you shouldn’t have drank more the other night, but how else were you supposed to cope with the fact that Jisung was basically cuddling you for at least thirty minutes without combusting on the spot? It was a total setup, and you can’t be convinced otherwise. “Why can’t we do something more recent, like Lizzo’s ‘About Damn Time’?”
Jisung waves you off. “We can do that afterwards. Are you watching the video?”
Grumbling to yourself, you don’t know why you’re even following his directions, but you begrudgingly squint at the laptop screen, taking note of each movement and the timing. Miming a few of the moves, you poke your tongue out slightly in concentration, rewinding the video to review certain parts again and placing all your attention on the dance, just as your best friend had silently hoped you’d do.
Jisung catches himself staring at you longer than it would be considered socially appropriately and immediately looks away, his cheeks immediately turning pink. It’s not his fault you’re so cute, like honestly, why can’t you be a little less cuter and therefore, a little less distracting? Besides, the whole reason he’s convincing you to do an old trend is so that he has time to psych himself up before doing the challenge.
Yes, it’s that challenge: the one about kissing your best friend, a.k.a. the one that’s been making its way around his friend group, a.k.a. the one Chenle has not so subtly called him out for in the comments of Dream: Worth It’s latest video. Okay, so maybe he shouldn’t have meddled in Chenle’s relationship. This is karma coming back to bite him in the butt. Chenle and his best friend are finally dating, but no good deed goes unpunished. It’s all fun and games when he’s not the player, but now, Jisung is in the hot seat, and he doesn’t think he can do it.
As Dua Lipa says, one kiss is all it takes, but Jisung has already fallen in love with you. He just doesn’t know if you are in love with him. And he is almost too scared to find out because it will absolutely crush him if you aren’t, but the only thing fueling him to do this is that it will absolutely crush him just the slightest bit more (okay, a lot more) if, years down the line, he finds out you did indeed love him back, but it was too late. Blame all those sappy romance kdramas you made him watch for instilling that fear in him. He refuses to end up like the main characters of Twenty Five Twenty One.
“Okay, I’m ready,” you announce, cutting his inner pity monologue short, and he jumps slightly in surprise. You hide a smile. “Do you need to rewatch it or do you still remember the dance?”
“Of course I remember it, I’m a professional.” He grins at you, flashing double peace signs, and you laugh, bringing up the song on Spotify and toggling with the timebar until it is paused a little earlier than when the challenge music should start.
“Alright, genius, let’s start the practice recording then.”
After making one final adjustment to the camera angle, you tap the record button on his phone and click the play button for the song. You quickly step back into the frame next to your best friend, getting into the correct position. When the song reaches the starting point of the dance challenge, you move along with it, and Jisung matches up perfectly.
“Wait, hold on,” Jisung calls out a few moments later, stopping his movements and you follow suit. Turning towards you, he puts his arms up to perform as he says, “This one part, you cross your arms first in an X, and then put your hands up, and swing your left arm and snap.”
“Oh, gotcha, so like this?” Facing him, you mimic his movements slowly. As you go through each step, Jisung forces himself to shuffle forward slightly. He’s petrified, too nervous to even take a proper step forward.
This is the perfect opportunity for him to just lean forward and kiss you. He inches forward, heart palpitating erratically, and he’s so, so close, only a few centimeters more. He’s so close he can count every eyelash framing your pretty eyes and see the faint scar on your cheek you got when you tried to bike downhill when the two of you were in first grade and ended up careening into a bush when you couldn’t stop (He cried so hard when he saw you scratched up, and you were the one who had to console him until your mom came out running, instead of the other way around). The butterflies multiply exponentially with every second, and he finally gets his arms to move. He begins to reach out to cup your face when you suddenly look up, beaming at him.
Startled, Jisung flails back, eyes widening and arms flapping, as you exclaim, “There! That’s how it went, right?”
“Oh! Uh, yes, that’s, um… almost right!” he blurts out, completely unsure if that’s even correct. He hurries to reach out and holds your hands loosely before positioning them. “It should go like this, and then this.”
With a start, he belatedly realizes that the two of you are now holding hands, and he drops yours quicker than lightning. He clears his throat awkwardly, taking another step back. Challenge Attempt #1 was a complete failure, but it’s a good thing you didn’t notice. Or at least, he doesn’t think you did because you didn’t do anything heart shattering, like recoil from him and consequently break his heart into smithereens.
“Yeah, so like that,” he finishes lamely. You nod slowly, copying the motions several times before giving it one final resolute nod. “Okay, got it. Let’s try this again.”
You click back to the beginning of the song first then press play and quickly move back to your spot next to your best friend. Repositioning your arms into the starting pose, you wait patiently for the song’s starting point in the challenge. When that familiar melody hits, you immediately begin the dance, and Jisung syncs up with you as well. You get a little farther in the dance this time before one of the arm movements trips you up slightly.
“Ah, sorry, I think I need to rewatch them doing this part some more.”
Your best friend hums in acknowledgment, sitting down on the edge of his bed. “What if you do the dance by yourself first a couple of times and I can spot you?”
You nod in agreement. “Sounds good.”
Jisung very quickly learns that while it may be a good idea for you, it wasn’t a good idea for him. Now that he isn’t dancing and therefore, not concentrating on nailing each move, he’s left alone with his thoughts, specifically one alarming thought in which he might be the first one in his friend group to chicken out of completing the challenge. He’ll never be able to live that down.
“Hey, are you even paying attention to me?” You pout, stopping mid-dance, and his head snaps up, his eyes zeroing in on you once more and his back straightening up immediately.
“Yeah, always… Wait, I mean—! Yes, you’re doing great so far, keep going.” He gives you two very enthusiastic thumbs up, and you beam at him. He inaudibly lets out a sigh of relief, slouching back in his seat when you return your gaze to the laptop.
Heart pounding, you quickly turn your face away from your best friend even more and hope Jisung doesn’t notice how flustered you became. Cheeks burning, you try to focus on the dance video playing in front of you, copying the movements in a smaller scale over and over until they transition into the next move much more smoothly and you feel more comfortable with them.
“Alright, I got it this time,” you declare before taking a few steps towards your best friend and grabbing his hand. “Let’s try it out again!”
You tug him forward from his seat into a standing position, but it seems like you underestimated your strength because he stumbles forward from the momentum and you bump back against his desk. Your best friend manages to catch himself before falling onto you, hands landing on either side of you on the table surface. Your faces are yet again millimeters from each other, and if you tilt your head up just the slightest, you can press your lips against his.
It feels like time is at a standstill, and the two of you don’t dare to breathe for a few seconds, frozen in place. Jisung catches the way your eyes dart down to his lips for a split second, and he gulps, mind going into overdrive and heart racing faster than the speed of light. When he finally regains control over his limbs, he practically launches himself away from you or else, he is one hundred percent sure he’s going to suffer from a heart attack if he continues to remain that close in proximity to you.
“Oops, my bad,” you shrug, hiding a mischievous smile. If Jisung wasn’t so focused on calming his heart down, he might have thought you did that on purpose. But thinking that would just increase his heart rate again, and that’s the exact opposite of what he wants right now. He swears you’re going to be the death of him one of these days.
“Shall we start the dance now?”
“Um, y-yeah, let’s,” Jisung manages to stammer out, turning away from you and staring straight at the phone which miraculously withstood the incident seconds earlier, still balancing against the soft plushie. He focuses on the image of you and him on the screen and wonders if any of his followers will think the two of you are a couple when he’ll post this video on his account later this week. He hopes they do. But god forbid, they start shipping you with one of his friends instead (Side Note: Donghyuck was not very happy when he discovered there were people out there shipping his girlfriend with Jaemin).
The two of you start the dance on cue, going through the movements in sync with each other. When you recognize the song nearing the end of the challenge, you almost let out a pre-celebratory yell, but quickly stop yourself in time because you do not want to redo this entire dance for the nth time. At last, you complete the last move and then throw your arms up in celebrating, squealing in excitement.
You engage in a quick victory dance, and Jisung laughs, fondly watching you before your eyes land on him, and you grab his hands for the second time today (not that he was counting) and pull him around in a circle.
“Guys, gals, and non-binary pals, I have officially filmed my first TikTok challenge,” you announce happily to the camera, finally ending your happy dance and continuing to swing your and his interlocked hands instead.
“Congrats on your upcoming TikTok debut.” Jisung swallows hard before mustering up the courage to tug you closer and wrap his arms around your waist. The butterflies in his stomach erupt into a whole stampeding zoo, and his palms start to grow sweaty. This is it. This is literally his last chance to complete the challenge today or else, he’s going to be thinking about this for the rest of his life and kicking himself over it.
“Thanks, Sungie.”
Slipping your arms around his neck and interlocking your fingers, you proudly beam at him, eyes sparkling and he grins back at you, the all too familiar blush creeping back onto his face. Time slows down once more as he inches forward to close the distance. He sees the pretty gold flecks in your irises and wonders if you’re also hyper aware of every little detail of his now too, and oh god, what if his breath smells? Is there food stuck in his teeth? He should’ve brushed his teeth before this, and—
He can’t do it.
Jisung awkwardly pulls away and chickens out for the second time today, mentally beating himself up already. He misses the look of disappointment that flashes over your features as he mutters something about needing to end the recording now before your phone battery dies and also wanting to crawl into a hole to curl up in the fetal position for the next three hundred years or up until he leaves this god forsaken earth, whichever comes first.
“Huh, I guess my intel was wrong.”
Your best friend halts, finger hovering over the recording button. “What?”
“I mean, I could’ve sworn you were gonna kiss me at least twice,” you say casually, and your best friend almost chokes. He whirls around in his spot, eyes becoming saucers, and an amused smile flits across your face at his reaction.
“W-what are you talking about? You noticed?” he splutters. His eyes grow even wider and he slaps his hand across his mouth when the second question accidentally slips out, and your smile grows even bigger at his indirect confession.
“So you were trying to kiss me.”
“I mean—I—I just—!” Stammering, your best friend flails his arms around in a panic as he babbles on. Giggling, you silently decide that you’ve teased him enough about this and should probably put him out of his misery. Slipping your hand into his, you tug him towards you and press your lips against his tenderly, and he shuts up immediately.
Eyes fluttering open, you pull away with a triumphant smile as Jisung immediately covers his face, the bright cerise that stains his cheeks now peeking out between his fingers. “Oh my god, you just kissed me.”
You nod. “I did.”
Your best friend slowly pulls his hands away from his face, an absolute lovestruck expression painted across his face as he laughs in disbelief. You can see the stars in his eyes, and Jisung is almost positive there are little cupids circling around his head right now.
“Can you do that again?” he asks breathlessly with a mischievous smirk, and you inhale sharply, face warming up at his bold question. “W-What?”
“I mean, that was a pretty weak kiss,” your best friend continues, stepping forward and standing toe to toe with you as he grins at you, eyes curving into the prettiest moon crescents. “I thought you were a lot bolder than that, Y/N.”
“Please, at least I actually kissed you,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest and rolling your eyes. “Don’t act like you weren’t just blushing and chickening out like ten seconds ag—mmph!”
Jisung captures your lips with his, his hands cradling your face delicately and your eyes flutter shut. It’s the perfect kiss: one that blows away all the butterflies and nerves and evokes the sense of comfort and home—the familiarity of your best friend, of Jisung and every single part of him that you adore. It steals your breath away, and your best friend admires the pretty galaxies all captured within your eyes when the two of you part.
“Nowthatwas a real kiss,” Jisung proclaims as he waits for the stars in your eyes to dissipate. Your face heats up, and you have a very strong urge to wipe the smug smirk on his face off (maybe with another kiss). Scrunching your nose, you glower at him, sticking out your bottom lip, and resist the urge to stick your tongue out.
His smile softens, and Jisung nudges your hand gently before shyly interlocking his fingers with yours. “Should we celebrate your upcoming Tiktok debut and DoorDash some milkshakes and fries from McDonald’s?”
You brighten up instantaneously, squeezing his hand and cheering, “Yes! Wow, I should’ve done this earlier if I knew you’d buy me food. I never thought I’d see the day when you stopped being a freeloader.”
“Hey, I pay for things, too,” Jisung protests, lips jutting out into the cutest pout. He’ll admit that he uses your Hulu account and Amazon Prime, but he pays for Netflix. No, actually, scratch that. He shares Chenle’s email and password with you, so technically, he’s just the middleman and Chenle is the payer. But just give him a minute, and he’ll think of something he paid for. Ah, right, the two of you will be using his DoorDash account that he paid for. Well, it’s the free month long trial, but he digresses.
“Wait, what did you mean by ‘intel’ earlier?” Jisung furrows his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side. Giving him a sheepish grin, you fiddle with your necklace.
“Okay, don’t be upset, but turns out, Chenle and his girlfriend had an ongoing bet on us about who would kiss who first for the past few months.”
“What?”
“It was a hundred bucks, and she told me if I kissed you first, she’d win and split the money with me fifty-fifty.”
“So you were paid to kiss me?” Jisung looks simultaneously scandalized and somewhat impressed by your joint scheme.
“Technically, yes, but I was actually investing in our future because I’ll pay for our first date with this. I did this, so you can continue to be a parasite in this relationship,” you say convincingly, and he almost agrees until it registers in his mind that you called him something offensive and equivalent to a brain eating amoeba.
“I am not a parasite!”
“But I meant parasite affectionate, not parasite derogatory.” You pout at him, looking up at him through your pretty eyelashes, and his resolve crumbles instantly. He really is too whipped at this point. You got him wrapped around your finger, and there’s nothing he can do about it.
“Well, actually, if you think about it, Chenle is the one paying for the date then since it’s his money,” you muse aloud before your eyes widen. “Oh my god, does that mean we share a sugar daddy now?”
“You know what, you’re right. Maybe we can convince Dream: Worth It to sponsor our dates, too,” Jisung says, the gears in his head turning, and you agree. “As a broke college student, nothing is better than free food.”
“But first”—Jisung pulls out his phone—“I’m buying those milkshakes and fries. My treat.” He proudly puffs out his chest as he adds the items to his cart. “I’ll even splurge and add in the five dollar deal for twenty chicken nuggets.”
You laugh, leaning over and placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, giddily smiling when his cheeks turn rosy. “So I get the cutest boyfriend in the universe and a whole free meal all in one afternoon? I think my heart just skipped a beat.”
“That’s so corny,” Jisung mumbles, but he can’t suppress the pleased smile that appears on his face when you give him another kiss for good measure. Ducking his head bashfully, he confesses in the softest, quietest voice:
“Mine did, too.”
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my baby jisung come visit my restaurant with your new gf anytime~ ❤️❤️
summary: y/n is a computer science prodigy hired by jyp entertainment to make an app for the group Stray Kids. she’s excited but scared, seeing as she’s never had a steady job before, only working on a project basis in the past. han jisung is excited for the app but intimidated by y/n due to her intelligence. those are the perfect conditions for falling in love, right?
Welcome to GLITCH MODE; an rpg starring none other than the nct dream members! In each mission, you will take on the role of a new character and play through the story quest to reach the end!
[MAIN MENU]: from controllers and professional gaming pc’s, to head sets and twitch subs— the boys have it all. competitive, smart and ever ready to win, they begin to realize that there’s another prize lying out in the real world for them, the prize of your heart.
[SETTINGS]: fluff, angst, gamer! au, streamer! au, various trope pairings, fluff, angst, comedy, romance, suggestive, food, profanity, etc. warnings and themes will be added with every individual fic.
[DURATION]: speedrun: 3k | playthrough: 9k
[NEW GAME]:START(latest release)
▸ | na jaemin
version:streamer! jaemin, gamer! jaemin, friends with benefits au, profanity, fluff, slight comedy, angst duration:tba closed beta test: Na Jaemin has always been player 1, the one at the top of the player chart with all the wins and everything he could possibly want. Being the best sometimes got to his head and unfortunately for you, you were the girl who was hopelessly in love with him, eager to please. It’s sad really, the fact he only ever saw you as player 2.
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▸ | lee donghyuck
version: streamer! hyuck, gamer! hyuck, established relationship au, profanity, comedy, fluff, slight angst duration:tba closed beta test: Your boyfriend is sweet and considerate, always looking out for you and making sure to be there for you. You had met him in one of your college classes and although you had been with him for over two years, sometimes you wonder if he loved his PlayStation 5 more than he loved you.
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▸ | lee jeno
version:gamer! jeno, streamer! jeno, enemies to lovers but also friends to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, angst duration:tba closed beta test: Lee Jeno is the epitome of everything you could ever hate, and the feeling is mutual. You’ve competed in almost everything against each other, determined to gain the upper hand. On a totally unrelated note, that fun streamer you’re pretty good friends with is thinking about doing a face reveal.
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▸ | zhong chenle
version: gamer! chenle, streamer! chenle, friends to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, mutual pining, angst duration:tba closed beta test: Zhong Chenle wasn’t the type of guy to get nervous easily. He had known his worth ever since he was a little kid, so it wasn’t often that he found his palms sweating and words stumbling over each other. The only time that happened was when you were involved.
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▸ | mark lee
version: gamer! mark, streamer! mark, strangers to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, angst duration:tba closed beta test: Mark Lee was popular, there was no doubt about that. Being one of the most relevant twitch streamers tended to do that to you in the online world as well as the offline one. That popularity led to a plethora of people falling for his sweet demeanor and pretty smile, so you knew that winning his heart would be a challenging game it itself.
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▸ | huang renjun
version:gamer! renjun, streamer! renjun, exes to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, angst duration:tba closed beta test: You’re heard of crying in the club, now get ready for crying on your DS! There was only one person in the world who managed to get you doing that and it was none other than your darling ex-boyfriend; Huang Renjun. The world hates you though, because you end up having to compete against him in a gaming competition. Using a DS.
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▸ , | park jisung
version:gamer! jisung, streamer! jisung, best friends to lovers, profanity, fluff, comedy, angst, duration:tba closed beta test: Jisung was the complete opposite of you, he liked peaceful games like animal crossing and you liked league. He liked story based games and you liked horror. Too bad that he was head over heels for you, because if there was one this both his viewers and you liked to do, it was to make him suffer.
