Jisung x Reader, 0.3k, humour, no warnings. Masterlist
“Out of the kitchen, Jisung.”
The boy in question gaped at you. “But I haven’t touched anything?”
“I don’t care. Out.”
He sighed as he raised his hands in surrender and backed away from the counter. It’s not that you didn’t trust him to not burn the house down… actually, you didn’t trust him at all to not burn the house down. The boiling water incident was enough make you nervous any time he neared the stone, never mind the time that Mark had tried to teach him how to make scrambled eggs. At this point, you would have to start carrying a fire extinguisher with you if he was going to be walking hazard.
“You know, I’m really not that bad at cooking anymore,” he said defensively. “That was the old Jisung. The new one knows how to make rice and ramen.”
You snorted. “Yeah, using the rice cooker and instant ramen that you can microwave.”
“Hey, we all start somewhere. Don’t judge me for it.”
“Nice try, kiddo, but no.”
From the living room, Chenle started laughing at his friend’s misfortune. “I told him that you would kick him out the second he walked in, but he didn’t believe me!”
“You should listen to him more often,” you told the younger boy, who narrowed his eyes at you.
“And you should listen to me when I tell you that the whole house doesn’t need to hear you getting it on my older brother all the time. Keep it down, god.”
“I-wh-” you sputtered. “Jisung!”
Chenle’s laughter grew louder as your face heated up, the overwhelming need to bury yourself into a hole increasing with every passing second.
“What’s going on here?”
You stared at Jisung with a mortified expression, who only grinned at his apparent victory as Jeno walked into the kitchen. Motioning with your hands that you were going to strangle him, the younger boy dashed out of your reach and towards Chenle for safety. Jeno’s eyes followed his brother’s figure, then turned back to you, visibly confused.
“It’s nothing,” you muttered as you tried to will the embarrassment away.
warning(s): none (please let me know if there are any!)
as sam kim’s where’s my money blasts in the background, your focus is on one specific individual only.
his pale platinum-brownish locks is dispersed away from his eyes, unlocking a view to his sharp set of coloured contacts. taking the strands of hair to the side, he plays with it until he’s satisfied.
you can’t help but be hyper fixated on him.
when he notices your gaze, he careens his head. “eh? what are you looking at, y/n?”
pairing:stranger!renjun x gn!reader |genre: angst | word count: 353
You couldn’t help but stare at the stranger in your summer art class. He sat across the table from you, and he was gorgeous.
He had the deepest brown eyes you’d ever seen, which sparkled with mischief when he smiled and caused butterflies in your stomach when he glanced at you.
He had a beautiful smile, his top canines slightly crooked, but the imperfection seemed to suit him perfectly. He lit up the whole room when he smiled, and you couldn’t find the power to look away.
You were absolutely in love with his laugh. The way he threw his head back and laughed — really laughed, not just a small chuckle — made you feel so comfortable. You were so amazed that he could laugh so loudly and so strongly without feeling embarrassed, and you found yourself giggling along with him more times than you realised.
He had introduced himself as Renjun on the first day of class, extending out his hand for you to shake, a spark running up your arm at the touch. You found out watercolour painting was his favourite — he loved how the paint seemed to have a mind of its own as it swirled along his paper.
When you were tasked to paint a portrait, there was only one person beautiful enough you wanted to capture in an artwork, although you could argue that he was already artwork himself. You studied the lines of his face every lesson, making sure you didn’t get a single feature wrong. The art teacher came along and stated it was the prettiest portrait she’d seen in a long time.
At the end of the term, as your art class was finishing, you intended to talk to Renjun — to ask for his number and whether he wanted to catch up outside of class. You packed up your equipment and when you looked back up, he had left.
You tried to search him up online, but there was no trace of him. You pinned the portrait you’d painted to your wall, the only remnant of the stranger who had stolen your heart that one summer.
Mark x Reader, 0.4k, angst, college/university!AU, mentions of alcohol, partying, swearing. Masterlist
Oh, shit.
You suddenly turned around, your heart pounding as you looked for Mark amidst the crowd. The house was filled with people you didn’t recognize, but that was to be expected at a Nu Chi Theta frat party. Loud music, people already wasted and staggering around, the couples making out in the stairwell, endless bottles of alcohol lying around on tables and counters — all perfectly normal. Not that it was your scene, but you’d been dragged here by a friend and now she was gone, leaving you with the one person you knew you could trust.
The one person that you couldn’t seem to find at this exact moment when you needed him.
“Hey, you alright?”
Mark’s voice sounded from behind, startling you as you let out a relieved sigh. He was dressed in a casual hoodie and a pair of jeans, his necklace peeking out from under the fabric. Neither overdressed or underdressed, but just right.
“Jeno’s here,” you told him frantically.
His eyes widened. “Those guys showed up? I thought they were banned from coming here.”
“You live here, Mark. Shouldn’t you know these things?
“Actually, Taeyong runs the place, not me. If you want an updated list of rules, go talk to him.”
Checking behind your shoulder, you noticed the all-too-familiar blonde hair of your ex-boyfriend, his eyes meeting yours as you quickly looked away.
“Mark, I need you to do something for me.”
He frowned. “Whatever it is, I don’t like it already.”
“Just trust me,” you pleaded. “Please?”
Sighing, he nodded, only to let out a surprised sound when your hands cupped his cheeks and your lips landed on his. They were slightly chapped, but soft for the most part as you silently begged him to play along, feeling him get the message as his hand wrapped around your lower back and his lips pressed harder against yours. It wasn’t until you pulled away that you noticed his flushed expression, his eyes filled with questions that you didn’t feel like answering right now. Looking back to Jeno, you saw the way his jaw tensed at the sight before being dragged away by his friends and disappearing into another room.
“I think it worked,” you said.
“Were you trying to make him jealous?” Mark asked, his voice a little quieter.
“Jaemin told me that he was still hung up on me, so I had to do something to force him to move on. Anyways, do you want a drink? My cup’s a little empty right now.”
He shook his head, watching you turn away from him and head to the kitchen, trying to ignore the way his heart thumped loudly in his chest. The kiss meant nothing, he told himself. It was just part of a plan, don’t overthink it.
But there was something in him that knew he was lying.
Jaemin x Reader, 0.3k, fluff, best friends to lovers, no warnings. Masterlist
“Jaemin!”
Poking his head out of the front door, you watched as your best friend raised an eyebrow at the sight of your figure standing in the rain, your clothes started to get drenched as you waved him over.
“Come here!” you called.
He shook his head. “Are you crazy? You’ll catch a cold.”
“I don’t care, just come here!”
Sighing, he disappeared quickly to slip on his shoes, then lifted the hood of his sweater as he jogged over to join you, sidestepping a puddle that had formed on the driveway.
“Okay,” he said, rubbing his hands together for warmth. “Now what?”
You grinned at him. “Kiss me.”
He stared. “I-what?”
“I said, kiss me.”
Jaemin’s eyes were wide as he looked around in panic. “We could literally get struck by lightning and you want to kiss in the goddamn rain?!”
“Absolutely,” you said.
Taking a deep breath, he hesitantly took a step closer and brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, brushing a soaked strand of hair aside. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes held a question — are you sure you want this?
You’d loved this boy for too long to say no.
Nodding, you let him press his lips against yours, relishing the way they seem to fit just right. You looped your arms around his neck, pulling your body closer to his as he smiled against your mouth. At that moment, you didn’t care that you would mostly have a cold for the next week and a half. You didn’t care that the sound of the thunder was increasing with every passing second. You didn’t care about anything because you were finally kissing your best friend after loving him for five years — always watching from the side, but never doing anything about your aching heart until now.
Jaemin pulled away slowly and rested his forehead against yours, the fabric of his hood brushing against your hair, his thumb running gently against your cheek. His body was warm against your colder one, the chill of the rain making you shiver as he chuckled quietly.
“Be mine?” he asked, the hope evident in his voice.
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.
a/n: writing songfics to avoid working on my full fics>>>> anyway i was inspired bythesesongs so go give em a listen
pairing: jaemin x reader
wc: 448
genre: fluff, tooth rotting fluff. also no warnings so read freely
“i love you,” he calls. you’re only heading to the grocery store to pick up a few things, but its always been in jaemin’s nature to be dramatic, and right now is no different. “it’s not like i’m going to war,” you giggle, “i know.” he says, his hand gripping yours to stop you from walking any further. “so..?” you reply, a brow raised. you look at your hands intertwined, and then back up to him, where he’s now begun pouting. “say it back,” he whines. “why?” you whine back, mocking him.
“because,”
“because?”
“cause i said so.”
“…no.”
he stands up at that, hand still holding yours, dragging you into his chest. his eyes hold yours with an intensity that would make you uncomfortable if you didn’t know him so well.
“youalways say it back,” he murmurs, leaning his forehead against yours. he grabs your other hand, shakes your arms slightly. “come onnn,” he hums, “please?”. your resolve gets weaker and weaker by the second, and you sigh.
you could never say no to him, anyway.
“…fine. iloveyoutoo,”
“what?”
“i love you too,” you growl, playfully. “don’t push your luck,” you warn, but even you can’t fight the smile threatening to split your lips. “see?” he says, smirking. “now gimme a kiss,” he says, dropping his voice half an octave in that way that sends shivers down your spine and makes your heart speed up a little. his lips brush yours, his hands come up to rest in your hair, fingertips lightly massaging your scalp.
you think you could get lost in this feeling of jaemin - like he’s there but not quite there - for eternity if he’d let you. “hey,” he mumbles, “you gonna let me kiss you or what?”. you hum in assent, and he nips your bottom lip - just barely, not enough for you to complain - before capturing your mouth with his. they’re short, intermittent; but his lips are soft all the same.
jaemin’s ardent and devoted in his love for you - there’s not a single day he doesn’t show it. he’s a leo, he says. it’s in his blood, in his genetic makeup to love you as loud and as open as possible - and it shows. as he pulls away, his eyes fluttering open, dilated, dazed, his voice hoarse - he speaks. “don’t be gone too long, yeah?” its a simple statement, simple question, even. but its the vulnerability in his voice that tells you it’s loaded with something more. he wants you to come back to him - because he doesn’t know how he’ll function if you don’t. you have his heart and soul in your clutches, after all.
warning(s):none (please let me know if there are any!)
when you were younger, you thought hiding in the bookstore would be a genius idea.
and as fate would have it, you managed to win that game of hide-and-go-seek by a landslide.
so as a childhood spot, why were you back there?
simple, to revisit where it all started.
“y/n?”
“come on out. why are you trying to play hide-and-seek? we’re not children anymore.” a panicked timbre resonates through the shelves of thousands of books on display.
when the person doesn’t receive an answer, they sigh. “if you come out, i’ll let you win.”
smiling, you retrieve a book from the shelf in front of you. “i’m right here, jisung.” his eyes rush to search for your sweet voice.
when he spots you, he finds you behind the book shelf in front of him, grinning the widest smile he’s ever seen.
“you were so close.” you lightly laugh, cooing at the relieved boy.
his eyes squint at you, before he asks, “so,” he pauses. “why were you hiding behind a bookshelf in this bookstore?”
shrugging, you cheekily smile. “oh, i don’t know.”
the lilt in your tone eludes to another answer — one that park jisung doesn’t have — just another one of your traits that he finds cute.
peering through the bookshelf slot, both your pupils lock on one another. a melodic session of just staring at one another ensues. that is, before you break it.
“do you really not know why, jisung?”
the question swells in the tranquility of the bookstore.
jisung hums, the low tone vibrating through the air, smooth to your ears. “sorry, y/n.” he sheepishly raises his hand to scratch the back of his neck. “i’m not sure.”
an innocent look from him erupts a laugh from you. his irises sparkle, gazing at you smiling and playfully scold him. is this what they called whipped behaviour? because he sure as hell is in love with you.
knowing him well, a giggle escapes your lips, a glow painting your features. watching you clear your throat in your dorky tendencies, jisung’s blooming smile can’t be concealed.
“this is where you kissed me and promised me you’d stay by me when we were kids.”
jisung grins. “what can i say? i was pretty cool back then.”
“mhm, not anymore.”
at your counter, jisung huffs out a breath. “then hurry up and get over here. i’ll show you that i’m still cool.”
pairing:bf!chenle x gn!reader |genre:fluff |warnings:hair - i am aware not everybody’s hair bleaches so easily the first time, i’m sorry about that! | word count: 620
“So, I did a thing,” you commented as soon as your boyfriend closed the door to your apartment behind him.
“Hmm, now I’m worried,” Chenle replied, placing the snacks he’d bought at the convenience store on your kitchen bench. “Do I want to know what you’ve done?”
“Yes, and I actually need your help with it!” Chenle’s eyebrows raised as you raced to your room, returning a few seconds later with what looked like shampoo bottles in your hands.
“Uh oh,” Chenle stated as you dumped your haul onto the living room floor. “What have I just walked into, Y/N?"
"I want to dye my hair pink.”
Chenle stared at you for a moment and blinked slowly, giving himself a chance to take in this information before he replied. “And you want my help?”
“Yeah, I figured you’d know what to do.”
“Well you’re not wrong.” Chenle approached the bottles and picked them off the ground, examining each one briefly. “I think I can work with this.”
You let out a squeal and ran to your bathroom, Chenle chuckling at your excitement as he followed you. You found an old towel and wrapped it over your shoulders as Chenle opened the bottle of bleach and pulled on the plastic gloves. “Are you ready?”
When you nodded in response, Chenle squeezed the cool substance onto the top of your head and used his fingers to rub it into your scalp, your eyes closing as he essentially gave you a head massage. He’s a pro at this, you thought as Chenle ran his fingers down the length of your hair, making sure no spot was missed.
Once he was finished, Chenle wrapped your bleached hair in glad wrap and fetched the snacks he’d bought earlier. He joined you in sitting on the bathroom floor as you both watched a episode of your favourite show together, him occasionally feeding you snacks as he wrapped a hand around your waist.
Thirty minutes later, a timer on Chenle’s phone went off, and he unwrapped your hair before you jumped in the shower to wash out the bleach. He waited patiently for you to finish, smiling when you emerged with your hair dripping all over the floor.
“You’re a mess,” he laughed, wrapping the old towel around your head and manually drying it for you. He then fetched your hairdryer and sat you on the toilet and he ran his fingers through your hair, drying it.
“Can we put the pink dye in now?” You asked, a glimmer of hope in your eye.
“We usually have to wait at least a day,” Chenle started, but soon gave in to your pleading puppy-dog eyes. “Although our stylist always dyes our hair right after it’s been bleached, so it should be fine.”
Chenle went through the whole process again with the pink dye, and you managed to make it through another episode of your show before you jumped in the shower for the second time. This time, when you emerged with your hair sopping wet, a proud smile graced Chenle’s features.
“What?” You questioned as he pulled you out, starting to dry your hair with the blow dryer. Once all the water was out, Chenle spun you around to the mirror above the sink and your hand automatically rose to cover your gaping mouth.
“Oh my god, Chenle! This looks so amazing,” you cried as you turned your head to the side, examining your pastel pink strands of hair. “I didn’t realise you’d be so good at dyeing my hair.”
“Of course I would be,” he replied, grinning as if it was nothing. “Maybe now I should bring back my pink look and we can be matching!”
a/n: inspired by this song! listen to it while reading please!
pairing: haechan x reader
wc: 409
genre: fluff!! no warnings, its all good here
haechan really doesn’t like this.
its simply not fair, he thinks.
unfair, that you consume his every waking moment and all of his dreams and nightmares.
unfair, that he finds himself subconsciously adjusting his appearance whenever he thinks he sees you - on campus, in a coffee shop, in the library.
unfair, that he visibly brightens at the mention of your name. so, unbelievably, inexplicably unfair that he, lee haechan, known as donghyuck to friends and family, and haechan to everyone else, for all his confidence and bravado, is reduced to a bumbling, blushing mess when it comes to you.
he sees you everywhere he goes - he hears your laugh as he walks across campus, he sees your silhouette, hunched over your laptop in the library, he sees your face; your oh so beautiful face, in the place of every female celebrity he happens to look at. you don’t know it, too wrapped up in your own feelings for him that you’re certain he doesn’t return, and he refuses to acknowledge it, the truth sitting in the depths of his heart.
the truth being that his heart is yours - you hold it in your hands every time you reassure him that he’s done fine on the recent assignment, every time you hug him in greeting and goodbye, everytime you turn your head when he calls your name. what he doesn’t know is that your heart is also his - that he’s held it since he worked with you on a group project, since he started bringing an extra cup of hot chocolate for you each morning, since you noticed just how much you wish he’d save his smile for your eyes to admire only.
he wants to hate you so bad - he wants to despise you, to push you away, so he no longer feels so out of his element - but more than that, he wants to feel your lips on his, wants to bury his head in your chest, wants to lay with you, trace the shape of your face with his eyes, wants to be the first thing you see in the morning and the last thing you see at night, wants to show you all his scars, and kiss all of yours away. he wants to protect you from all that’s bad in the world. he wants to be the cause of your happiness and your joy.
he wants to be yours. he just hopes you’ll have him.
It had been a stressful few days leading up to Jeno’s birthday - anyone could see it. From the exhausted sighs, to the constant staring out of the window whenever there was even a semblance of a break, Jeno needed to take a step away from it all. And as y/n listened to him talk about his day, that was exactly what they had planned to do. The birthday preparations had been finished - with some help from Jisung - and y/n was going to do all in their power to get Jeno relaxed and smiling again.
warning(s): none (please let me know if there are any!)
“if i were gone tomorrow,” you begin. the backlit drop of the cityscape sprinkles glitter in your irises. the cold metal bites into your forearms as you lean over the railing. the wind whistles its melodies, splaying the strands of hair around you in a halo-like aura. “would you wonder how i am?”
“obviously.” no hesitation, no reluctance.
the howling of the streets below oppose the cluttering tangent of thinking. a tranquility engulfs you.
“where do i go if i’m scared?” the question leaves your lips in a breathlessness. it’s as if you’re saying it as if those words could vanish any second.
a crevice of fragility in your tone causes him to rise to his feet. “nowhere.”
gravitating your pupils to him, you send him a weak, questioning stare.
“because i’ll be with you everywhere. when you’re afraid, i’ll be with you. when i’m frightened, you’ll be with me.”
“y/n, what is there to be scared of when nothing can be scarier than falling in love?”
careening your head back to the view from the rooftop, you shut your eyes. embedding the tinge of the chill in the air, the night seems strangely more chaotic this way.
it’s when the street lights become alive, radiating a warm glow. cars are rushing home, people are out to entertain and be entertained. a socialite society.
“there’s a lot, mark. like finances, family, and death.”
he inhales with veracity. “nothing scares me more than living tomorrow without you.”
grinning from ear to ear, mark pulls you closer. he plants a quick peck on the cheek before hugging you tightly, willing to keep you there until you feel safer.
and you cling onto him for dear life, afraid that he’s just another imaginary person you’ve made up in your head. terrified that he’s just another one of those dreams that you’ll have to eventually wake up from again.
“please,” you beg, your words echoing into his chest. “i can’t lose you too.”
genre(s): fluff, established relationship!au, domestic!au
word count:260
warning(s): none :)
“what are you doing?”
“nothing?” your voice lilts at the end, making it seem more like a question.
jeno laughs softly. “then why are you attacking me with hugs?”
pursing your lips, it’s very clear that you just got caught. so, you decide to go big or go home, as they say. “because you look too cute for me to pass up on this opportunity.”
swooping in, you plant a peck on his cheek before pulling away. his smile soon widens and his eyes disappear into beaming crescents. he ruffles your hair with a free arm before pulling you closer.
“now you got me flustered.”
scrunching your nose up, a grin sweeps across your features. “then i guess my courage was worth it.”
shaking his head at you, he wraps an arm around your waist. swaying lightly to the melody playing in the background from the speakers, you find an euphonious solace.
he huffs out a breath before he asks, “this time, why don’t we be bolder?”
“how?”
“a kiss on the lips?”
in return, your cheeks are stained with a vibrant cherry red undertone. you had not expected him to ask that.
his face peers at you, eyes focused on you and only you. in room of about 100 people, his eyes have never left you.
you have to admit, he knows you too well.
well enough to make you frazzled. but overwhelmingly enough to grant you what you’ve been waiting for.
a kiss on the lips from the only boy who you won’t ever stop falling for.
Haechan x Reader, 0.2k, fluff, no warnings. Masterlist
“LeeDonghyuck, get your hands away from the chocolate right now or else I’ll smack you with the rolling pin.”
“Aw, come on!” he whined. “You don’t need the entire bag. One chocolate missing isn’t going to ruin anything.”
“What part of ‘I need the whole bag’ did you not understand when you asked me in the grocery store?” you asked, glaring pointedly at him.
“It’s just chocolate. Your cookies can survive without one little piece.”
Sighing, you reached for the rolling pin and raised it threateningly, making him let out an affronted noise as he squirmed away. As much as you loved your boyfriend, he managed to piss you off in the best ways when you were in the kitchen, always trying to get your attention and poking his sticky fingers in places they didn’t belong. Just last week, he’d broken into the jar of walnuts that you’d been planning on using for an apple pie, eating the majority until only three measly pieces were left.
Oh, how angry you’d been then.
“You’re mean,” he muttered under his breath when you’d successfully kicked him out of the kitchen and banished him to the living room, his arms crossed like a toddler’s as you walked back to continue your baking.
W. mild profanities, unrequited love, unsolicited humour
N. she’s back yay. when i say i’d love to elaborate the shit out of this and write a very long fic
falling for sunghoon was an enormous mistake.
no, it’s not that he’s your rival. in fact, sunghoon is nice. he takes the subway to university with you everyday despite living on the whole other side of the city. he sends you notes if you ever miss a class without even asking, drops by with your favourite snacks and drinks with little notes that remind you to stay hydrated. park sunghoon is actually very nice. so, falling for him was inevitable.
however, despite all his good qualities, sunghoon keeps breaking your heart.
P:Jay x female reader | G: fluff, drabble | Inc: having breakfast together, domestic!au, established relationship, journalist!reader, gift giving, petnames | Wc: 437| W: food cw| R:G
Minnie’s notes; let’s all thank @koishua for providing me with the inspiration for this. also you’re getting blond!jay in this.
Warm, hearty notes of Jay’s signature cooking had made its way to the bedroom as y/n finally started waking up, the summer sun making its presence more than well known. The morning was in full swing and a glance at the clock – a stark 10:30 in the morning – brought y/n out of bed and into their morning routine. It was the weekend, but there was nothing like a morning where y/n and Jay could enjoy each other’s presence without the overhanging reminder of work. Y/n’s routine was over quicker than she could account for – Jay’s cooking had that effect – and the journalist was dressed in a blouse and jeans and making her way downstairs faster than she could recite her company’s address.
( ✶ ) — w: none. + prompt 67 ﹫ ꜝ g: a lonely party p: stranger!jake x f.reader
stranger!jakeabsolutelyhatedparties.
to think he was dragged here due to his idiotic best friend, sunghoon, he found it quite hilarious the more he discovered how awkward he could become.
and it gets worse.
sure, he’d be sipping wine here and there, but he never understood why it was so difficult for him to socialize. as if he couldn’t socialize at all.
that’s why when his eye catches your figure approach, his body immediately stiffens the moment you introduce yourself, averting his eyes.
fuck, you were pretty.
“are you new here?“ you innocently ask, lips to curve as you took notice of his overcome shyness.
he freezes. “what? no—”
“I-I mean, yes!” he corrects himself with a nervous grin, fingers fiddling with his glass of wine. “yes..yes I’m new here.”
“stupid.” he mumbled.
you giggled at his red adorned cheeks, a hand to gesture. “mind if I sit here?” you politely asked the stranger, capturing his attention tailed with joy.
“oh—not at all!” he shoots back with mere movement, immediately fixing his posture with a nervous laugh, allowing you to sit as he began to scoot aside. “please.” he chuckles.
you whispered a small thanks in return, settling down onto the couch beside him. it was so noticeable how heated his face had grown, feeling the warmth of your body just inches away from his.
he felt like he was gonna die.
“so…” you began, shifting your gaze towards the other.
“are you not a party person?”
that’s when jaeyun’s struck clueless as he watched those words slip off your lips, unable to think of a proper reason that didn’t display a source of embarrassment for him. he only went silent.
was..he even a party person?
it wasn’t the fact he didn’t want to attend every one,
but because he didn’t knowanyone.
and somehow he felt like an absolute weirdo for always staying behind the shadows each time, every part of him just shouting at him to blend in. which was, unfortunately, not a success.
that’s why your expression went blank as you read his sullen eyes, a look full of pity growing on your face.
“I’m sorry, I just—” he starts, given an expected response. “I guess it’s hard for me to..you know,” he shrugged.
“fit in.”
but somehow, your lips always made itself to smile as you watched him sulk, attaching a comforting hand onto his shoulder.
“aw, I get it.” you sweetly say, only to pause as you met his softening eyes.
“but, you know..”
his head perks.
“I don’t mind showing you around.”
it only takes a second for jaeyun’s puppy-like expression to appear, eyes quick to widen.
“reall—?”
“give me your hand.”
and surprisingly, he didn’t know why.
maybe it was your fingers that had itself wrapped around his arm, immediately taking off with a struggling jaeyun behind.
or maybe..it was the precious smile you held that made him feel safe with you. as if you weren’t a stranger.
but he knew,
oh, he knew,
the moment you have his wrist pulled across the crowd,
What did it mean to be madly in love? To Jake Sim it meant holding your hand while you walked down the street. It meant having late night talks on the phone when you both should be sleeping. It meant cheering you on while you confess to someone else, because he would rather support you than lose your friendship.
“Jake, do you think Sunghoon will accept my love? What if I’m not good enough for him?” Jake’s heart would break repeatedly while you spoke. Not only were you speaking of another man, but you were doubting your worth. Jake thought you were the most perfect person, deserving of anyone’s love.
But did Sunghoon deserve your love? Would he notice your worth like Jake did? Jake doubted it. But he would never tell you that. So he did his best to reassure you that you would be accepted. Jake put his emotions for you aside and told you to go for it. So you made up your mind that you would tell Sunghoon the next day
So there Jake sat waiting for your text to see how it went. He was afraid to text you first, just in case you were rejected. It had been a couple hours after you had told Jake you were meeting up with your long time crush. But finally, his phone rang. Your voice was a sweet melody singing a bittersweet song. Sunghoon had accepted your affections. Jake thought to himself that all things happen for a reason. Maybe you and him just weren’t meant to be. So he tried to not feel as bad when you stopped holding his hand while you walked down the street. He tried to let it go when you called Sunghoon at night instead of him.
So as a year passed, and you asked Jake for his opinion on what to buy Sunghoon for your anniversary, Jake still told himself that all things happen for a reason.
And when 5 years passed and you were engaged to your sweet Sunghoon, you invited Jake to your wedding. Jake brought a plus one to the event, but even then he couldn’t help himself from fantasizing being the one you say “I do” to.
Jake would always think of his first love. The one destined to never work out. Every person he dated could never compare. Everyone he committed to would tell him he was perfect, but if he was so perfect why didn’t you marry him? If all things happen for a reason, what was the reason for him being so miserable?
PAIRING… yang jungwon x gn!reader | GENRE… comfort! au, fluff, humor | WC… 0.2k|“does it look like i care?”
“hi,” you smile sympathetically, softly shutting the door behind you. jungwon immediately moves at the sound of your voice, turning around to face you.
“hi,” he manages to get out and you cringe at the sound of his hoarse voice.
“how do you feel?”
when you walk towards him, he makes a noise of protest. you raise an eyebrow and he cutely shakes his head underneath the covers.
“-don’t want you to catch anything.”
you let out a half amused and half indignant huff while placing your hands on your hips with a deadpan stare, “does it look like i care?”
jungwon stays silent and you soften, reaching over to brush a stray piece of hair off his forehead.
“you should get some more rest.”
“i have been, for like the whole day already.”
you sigh, unable to hide a smile. even when jungwon was sick, he was still the same jungwon. at least the matching growing smile on his face gave you some comfort.
you reach for his hand, “do you need anything else?”
“no,” he shakes his head again as his grip tightens around yours, “just you. all i need is you with me.”
a/n ▸ bc jungwonie’s back and hopefully better than ever :))) on another note, thank you for 100 followers ❤️
