#park jisung fluff
[11:47PM]“Hyuck, you told me to come over just so we could spend time together.” You sulked as you watched your dear boyfriend busy giving his full attention to the screen in front of him.
“Just one more round, baby. I promise!” The male shouted, fingers furiously clicking on the mouse.
You looked down at your textbook before letting out a huff, “But that’s what you said 20 minutes ago.”
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Donghyuck sighed, finally putting his headphones down as he shuts off his pc. Turning around in his gaming chair he spotted you on his bed, already fallen asleep with your face stuffed in between the open textbook.
The boy let out a laugh at your current state before getting up from his seat and walked towards you.
You felt a hand on your shoulder softly shaking your body. Letting out a whine, you finally lift your head up to face him.
“Sweetheart, let’s get you into a more comfortable position, yeah?” The male spoke up, taking the textbook away.
Nodding your head, you quickly shifted into an even more comfortable position, “Are you finally done with your games now?”
Donghyuck let out a chuckle, swiftly looking at the clock as he sat down next to you on the bed. The audacity of this man to laugh at you.
He pulled you closer, hands wrapped around your waist. You snuggled up with him, taking a wiff of his cologne.
“I’m sorry for not giving you attention earlier on, baby.” Hyuck spoke up, the hand that was around your waist now traveling up under your sweater to rub your back.
Giggling softly, you gave him a quick peck on his plump lips as way to say that you accept his apology.
[2:36AM] The sound of rain droplets softly tapping against your bedroom window fills the room. You let out a sigh, snuggling into your pillow bringing the blanket up to your chest.
As soon as you were about to fall asleep, soft scratching noises could be heard from outside your bedroom door. “You can come in, Jeno.” You spoke, sitting up as the door opened revealing Jeno. Adorable white ears perched on top of his now messy black hair along with his fluffy tail slightly wagging from side to side. Cute.
“Can I sleep with you tonight? The thunders are scaring me,” The hybrid spoke with a pout visible on his lips.
Nodding your head, the male happily walked over to the other side of the bed and moved under the blanket. You laid back down on the pillow, gesturing Jeno to come closer.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. “You’re safe with me, pup. Sleep now, I know you’re tired, love.” You caressed his hair, soothing the hybrid when another thunder struck.
Soon enough, soft snores could be heard from him. You smiled, leaving a kiss on the top of his head before muttering a soft ‘I love you’, falling asleep right after that.
— TEXT ME!
pairing: park jisung x reader
genre: fluff | wc: 0.1k | disclaimers: none
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“h-hi! do you need something?” you didn’t realize how high your voice had gotten, slightly embarrassed you began to look around, you just couldn’t bring your eyes to meet his again.
“ah yea! i’m jisung.. and uh i.. ithinkyourereallypretty” he looks down at the floor, regretting the current situation he was in.
you giggle lightly, realizing what the cute unknown boy was trying to say to you.
until you realize you have to speak to respond to him… you start getting nervous.
“me? oh.. really? hahahaha.. th-thank you? you.. you are too! oh my go-”
you stop your horrible attempt at speaking, realizing he shoved something in your pocket as he heard “you too,” .. then watched as he ran off to his group of friends that welcomed him with loud cheers o_O
“ 538-842-9436 ”
text me! or don’t… but i hope you do!
i’ll be waiting ahaha..?? :P
- park jisung B)
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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.
