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greyyeti · 17 hours

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“You went out and got lost trying to get there..” - Han Jisung

I was inspired by @giddyfatherchris post, here! They are to credit for the images in this post, they did it all! <3

I’m rusty on my writing, I absolutely take criticism so I can improve! It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, so please don’t feel shy to critique anything! Comment or message me:)

Word Count: 1.6k

Synopsis: You and Han Jisung were meant to go out to eat with the group, everyone was there except you. You got lost and when you told Han, he said some hurtful things in a playful manner, but it sure didn’t feel like it. You just went home and he comes running to you when he finds out.

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You poked fun at Han Jisung, giggling when he got lost on his way to your group lunch, but you wouldn’t tell everyone else that. When they would complain about where he was, why he was late, how hungry they were and how they were about to just order without him. You would always brush it off with a sigh and slumping in the chair as if he was stuck in traffic or the paparazzi got to him, which always made the others sigh and agree to wait longer because they knew those struggles.

Today, the roles were reversed. You were lost as he was out with the group already, while you were panicking in the unfamiliar place. Eyes darted around at the multiple restaurants, confusion setting in as you look back to your phone with he GPS pulled up. This was it, why couldn’t you find them?

You walked in the nearest restaurant, this had to be it, the GPS said it was, right..? You meet the waitress at the front, smiling at her politely as she straightened her posture to greet you.

“Hello, table for one?”

“Oh, no, there’s a reservation. Han Jisung, I believe it is.”

Her eyebrow quirked up before she looked to her list of reservations, scanning it. “I’m sorry, I don’t see a ‘Han Jisung’ on here.”

It was your turn to furrow your brows in confusion. “There should be, I promise, check one more time, please.”

She did. “No, I’m sorry, there isn’t one.”

“There-“ You took a breath, panicked, this had to be it. “There has to be one, this is where it took me. Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Are you sure you’re at the right place?”

“Yes!” You snapped, hand running through your hair in stress. “There- This is.. This is Dan Sung Sa, right?”

The lady gave a sympathetic smile, “No, it’s not. That’s on the other side of town.”

Your heart sunk, an exhausted look clouding your eyes. “I’m so sorry, I put it in the GPS and it brought me here. Oh gosh, I was so rude, I’m sorry!” You bowed to her as you left the building, your face on fire from the embarrassment. You texted your boyfriend, Han Jisung.

You were nearly in tears when you stopped messaging him, looking up at the sky as you tried to take a deep breath. Why was he so excited to make fun of you for getting lost? Sure, you did it too, but not like he was. You don’t tell everyone, you barely even poke fun at him in front of the group unless he does something silly in front of everyone, which means all of them are poking fun (even himself).

Your chest felt tight, he didn’t mean of it, when did he ever mean what he said? But.. “Traumatize yet another waitress,” you mutter quietly. “How does it feel to be the dumb one?” You repeated his messages aloud as you walked back the way you came, back to your apartment.

When you never showed like you told him you would, he was getting worried. Everyone was getting more and more impatient, though they were understanding that the GPS took you to the wrong place, when you didn’t come in within the next 10 minutes, they decided to order without you.

Han slowly ate, slowly as in he barely ate. His eyes were glued to his device, fingers working rapidly at the letters as he sent you message after message. Only for no reply. He took small bites of his steak, slowly chewing it as if he was in thought, but it was really distress.

You didn’t reply to him, you replied to your best friend: Seungmin.

The look in Seungmin’s eyes told anyone what was needed: he was royally pissed. His best friend was laying in their bed at home, more likely crying, hugging their pillow as they tried to just forget what was said and convince themself it didn’t mean anything, that you’re making a big deal out of nothing. No matter how many time Seungmin told that if it hurt you, it meant something, even if it wasn’t supposed to.

The boy got up and went to the other side of the table where Han Jisung sat, staring at his phone like a deer in headlights. He was baffled when his friend yanked on the collar of his shirt, getting his attention and glaring down at him.

“What Seungmin?!”

He turned the phone screen to face him, showing him the messages you sent him. Was he supposed to do this? No, absolutely not. But he needed Han to know how what he said effected you because he knew you never would. What he wanted to see was Han’s realization of what happened, why you weren’t there. Instead he was met with the face of pure horror and panic, a frantic Jisung jumped out of the chair and ran out of the building without a single word.

He tried calling you, it just went to voicemail. Now that he saw the messages with Seungmin, he knew you were ignoring him, but he understood why. He just wished you would talk to him more, open up more, he wished you felt safe with him but he knows after what he said you probably wouldn’t feel comfortable talking to him about where you’re going or if you need help getting somewhere. Jisung wanted to be that person to you, he wanted to be more than your boyfriend, but your everything. The person you went for anything and everything like he did you… And he just ruined that. He delayed that chance of it happening sooner rather than later.

People avoided him in the street, seeing a frantic man running down a street with tears running down his face alarmed people. Those who even tried to stop him and ask if he needed help, he ignored and continued running like his life depended on it. He felt like it did. You were his life, his word, his everything, and he just broke a part of it. A part of you.

You were lying on the couch of your apartment wrapped in a fuzzy blanket with a show playing in the background, you had finally dozed off with tear stained cheeks and puffy, red eyes. The pillow had a wet spot on it from where the tears landed and soaked in, and one by your mouth from where you started drooling when you slept with your mouth open. Soft, shallow breaths allowed your chest to go up and down smoothly, finger twitching under the pillow.

The door opened in a hurry and slammed shut in one, too. His eyes found you almost immediately, going to you and crouching beside you, he sighed. Delicately pushing your hair back from your face, laying his head against yours softly, careful not to wake you (it failed).

“I’m so sorry, my love… I didn’t mean anything of what I said, I’ll do anything to make it up to you, I promise. I didn’t think about what I said before saying it, I just wanted to poke fun back at you, but compared to the way you do it towards me, I did it harshly.” He let out a long exhale, a shaky one. His eyes were closed as his fingers played with your hair, but your eyes were open and looking at him, taking in his soft features, tears running down his face, the slight lip quiver, how out of breath he was but how he was controlling it, the way his eyelashes settled on his cheek, the way his hair was a mess.

“Did you.. mean it?” You whisper, fresh tears running down your face when his gaze met yours.

“No, baby, no. I would never actually call you dumb and mean it, never ever. You’re so far away from that, you have no idea how smart you are, hun.”

You giggled softly, his thumb wiping away your tears. “I-“

“And I would never mean that you traumatized a waitress just by arguing with her about a reservation, or what restaurant you were at. I know how nice you are, you prove it every day to me.”

“Jisung..”

“No, let me talk.” His hands cupped your face, warmth radiating all through your cheeks. “I’m so, so sorry. You mean the world to me, you are my world. And I hurt that world, my world. The one thing that means the most to me. I never wanted to do that, I never meant to.”

“..Pinky promise?”

His pinky wrapped around yours without a second thought, kissing your forehead. “Pinky promise. I love you so much. I’ll do anything, anything to make it up to you.”

You grinned. “..Sushi?”

Han smiled and pulled out his phone, “I’ll order all the sushi you want, every bit of it. You want your usual, plus some?” You nod. “You got it, sweetheart.” He kissed your forehead before heading off into the bedroom, ordering sushi for you as he changed into sweats and a hoodie. When he came back, he snuggled his way next to you, cradling you in his arms. “We’re going on a date tomorrow, just the two of us. I’m make tomorrow the best day ever for you, pinky promise.” He whispered the last part, looking at you with eyes full of love.

“I love you, Han Jisung,” you gave him a small peck on the lips.

Oh, how his heart fluttered when his name rolled off your tongue so naturally. “I love you more, Y/n.”

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greyyeti · 17 hours

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😍😍😍

hike

bang chan x fem!reader (ft. bin and jisung)

word count^^: 3.2k

warnings: mentions of a cut and blood, suggestive in the beginning. lmk if i missed anything:)

a.n.// this man….. istg.

“should we wake them up?”

“no shit! we have to leave in exactly 20 minutes to get there at 6! not even including if we have any place we want to stop at on the way.” you hear a groan in response.

“you take planning hikes way too seriously.”

the arm draped across your back tightens and you feel something nudge the back of the head.

“fuck, i think i saw chan move.” you are now becoming conscious and realize jisung and changbin are the ones talking ‘quietly’ through the cracked door to yours and chans room.

“if you wanted to wake us up, you could have come in and done that.” chans voice is husky and deep, coating you in goosebumps. you peek an eye open right as the two at the door quickly stand up straighter from their hunched over position, widening the open door.

“we need to leave in 18 minutes.” changbin replies. the weight of chans arm leaves you momentarily as you see his hand vaguely wave them off. the door closes softly and chan lets out a sigh.

he knew you were awake but didn’t say anything. he puts his arm around you again and pulls you close to him, nuzzling his nose back into your hair. he softly kisses multiple spots on your head, slowly trying to coax you fully awake.

you move to face him and take no time in practically shoving your face into his chest, hugging him as close to yourself as possible.

chan moves his leg between yours which elicits a quiet moan from you. he then hikes your leg up over his thigh to press you even closer to him.

“think we can get a little quickie in?” he asks with a smirk. you lean back to look at him. “are you insane? our friends are right out there waiting for us.” chan starts lazily kissing your neck.

“you don’t have to go just because i am.” he whispers against your skin.

you move your head to the side to give him access to more of your neck and shoulder. “i know you get anxious around a lot of people so close to you.” you let out a sigh at his words as they dance across your collarbone that was exposed as chan moves the collar of your shirt down.

he gently slips his other hand up your shirt, running his fingertips across the expanse of your lower back.

“they invited me though. i’ll feel bad declining this close to leaving. thank you for your concern though.” you smile at him. his eyes are sparkling yet mischievous as they meet yours. you start squirming at the look in his eyes. “don’t look at me like that. you know it makes me nervous.” chan just giggles and goes back to kiss your neck.

you let out a yelp as chan flips you on your back, his lips still moving along your body. you feel yourself getting hotter as he lifts your shirt up to the bottom of your breasts. “can i at least have a little treat before we leave?” you knew what he wanted but you couldn’t stop thinking about one of the guys barging in here bc of how long you were taking.

his kisses leave a trail of fire as they go further and further down until he stops right above the fabric of your underwear.

“as much as i want to love, all i can think about the the two right outside the door.” you tell him hoping he can hear how much you want to but he’d have to wait.

chan nods and leaves a wet kiss to your hip before coming back up to be face to face with you. “shouldn’t we start getting ready? i bet we don’t have a lot of time left before changbin starts banging on the door.” you tell him, cradling his face in your hands.

“probably.” he replies but doesn’t move. his nose touches yours and he leans down, lips barely touching yours as your breath hitches. you thought he was going to kiss you but instead he pulls away and walks towards the bathroom.

“you’re so annoying!” you shout after him.

“i can’t believe you guys are gonna make us late. even after i gave you enough time to get ready!” changbin complains from the drivers seat. you laugh and see him glare at you through the rear view mirror.

“bin, it’s gonna be just fine. plus you made sure to have even more extra time to get there. that’s why it’s still dark outside.” chan replied sarcastically. it was currently almost 5 in the morning and neither you or jisung were happy about it. the two up front never minded waking up early, but you and jisung? absolutely not.

“yo, yn have you caught up on that anime i told you to watch?” jisung asks from beside you and it jumpstarts your brain to start working.

“no, i’ve been so busy with work and other stuff i’ve barely had time to do anything else. but i’ll try and get to it soon.” “i want live updates on your thoughts bc i’m not kidding when i say it’s the craziest shit i’ve ever seen” his eyes begin lighting up at the thought of it and you smile at him.

the both of you begin going on and on about different animes until chan announces you were here. luckily since changbin made you come so early there weren't a lot of people around.

the four of you walk up to the giant map that shows the different trials and where to go. of course being with three meatheads, they pick the 2nd hardest trail to go on.

“uh hello? did you suddenly forget that i’m also going with you guys?” you slightly glare at them. they turn to you and jisung pats your shoulder. “don’t worry, we'll go at your pace!” he smiles and that didn’t make you feel any better. you look at him wildly confused.

“but we would still be doing the hard one, no? what’s the difference of going at my pace?” annoyance laces your voice and chan just giggles. he always found your annoyed face so adorable. hearing him you turn and try to plead with your eyes. chan just raises his eyebrow as if to say, ‘use your words. what do you want?’

a pout forms on your lips and the other two guys groan as you pull out the girlfriend card. “why cant we do the easier one? you guys can do the hard one when i’m not here.” you almost whine.

normally, you would just go along with anything not wanting to upset anyone, but it was way too early in the morning and you weren’t that athletic. chan turns back towards the map looking intently at every detail.

“how about this one? it’s not too hard and it’s about the same miles as the other one just not as many steep parts.” he doesn’t even listen to the guys mumble that it’s fine. his gaze stays on you, waiting for an answer.

okay, as long as you guys don’t mind.” you say timidly. you nervously look to changbin and jisung who both look a little devastated that they couldn’t do the harder one. seeing those looks instantly made you feel like shit.

changbin had planned this for a while now and you were now messing that up.

“actually never mind! we can do the one you guys want.” you ramble out as they started to walk. they all pause and look at you very confused. “are you sure?” chan asks moving closer to you.

changbin instantly chimes in, “plus it was kinda rude to not think about how you would feel doing a tough trail.” your mind wasn’t letting you accept it though.

“no seriously it’s fine!” you try to sound confident but you voice is a little shaky and you’re beginning to get really anxious. chan motions to the other to give you some space and let him talk to you. which they did with no hesitation.

you were looking at your shaking hands, trying not to let your anxiety take over. you hated being an inconvenience and that’s what you were starting to feel like right about now.

even through your blurry eyes you can see chan step until he is right in front of you, shoes almost touching. he takes your hands in his, running his thumbs over your knuckles. the touch relaxes you a little and your hands slowly stop shaking.

“baby, please don’t stress about this okay? just take deep breaths for me.” his voice is soft and you nod your head. you take some deep breaths and after a few you lift your head to finally look at chan. he has a soft smile on his face and it makes you calm down even more.

chan brings his hands to cup your face and places a chaste kiss to your lips. “good girl” he praises. your cheeks dusted with pink as he kisses you again then turns around to the guys. “ready?”

“yeah! it says there’s a waterfall at the end of the trail!” jisung comes up to your side hoping you would share his excitement and you of course do. “really? i bet it’s going to be so pretty.” you tell him with the same excitement. the first 20 minutes go by so fast with back and forth conversations about random topics and hypotheticals. eventually though you and jisung began to wonder off as chan and changbin start talking about work.

“god you guys are soooo boring! we are out in nature why the hell is work a topic of conversation?” jisung drones and you laugh as changbin flicks his ear. “yn and i are ditching you guys!” you didn’t even get to reply as jisung takes your wrist in his hand and pulls you along off the trail.

you hear chan shout, “please bring yourselves back in one piece!” both of you yell out an okay and begin moving through all the bushes and trees.

“question.” jisung randomly says aloud as he turns around to you. “that’s a statement.” you reply and he scoffs at you. “shut up. i meant i have a question.” you just nod your head then tell him to ask away.

“what’s one thing that you genuinely think, with no training or prior experience, you could easily do?” you look around and think for a moment. “honestly? if you threw me into the wild, i could definitely become friends with all animals.” you tell him confidently.

jisung bursts out laughing. “yeah right. every single one?” he pokes fun at you.

“okay maybe not all of them. 96% of them i think.” you motion for him to keep walking and he syncs up his steps with yours.

as you come towards a little opening in the trees you see the biggest rock you’d ever seen in your life. “holy shit ji, look at that!” you point to it and his mouth drops.

“ holy shit! can a rock be that big?” he asks as you both stare up at it. the rock is at least 30 feet tall. “do you think there’s a way we could climb it?” “maybe there’s a way up.” you suggest and with that the two of you find some natural stairs that almost looked carved into it.

the rock was a little slippery since it rained during the night. which meant you needed to be extra careful on the way down. when you reach the top the view took your breath away. “holy shit i think i see the waterfall from here!” you’re pointing and sure enough when jisung looks he can see a few parts of it.

you grab your phone and start taking a few pictures then catch jisung attention and take some funny selfies with him.

“we should call the guys. they should be by that resting area.” jisung nods towards the giant gazebo and benches on top of a hill not too far from you. jisung takes his phone and presses chans contact, putting it on speaker. as soon as he calls him, chan doesn't waste any time answering. he is frantically asking if you two were okay and you see jisung roll his eyes.

“wooow, you really have that little faith in us.” you tell him sarcastically. “we just wanted to know where you guys were.” chan sighs in relief.

“we just got to the resting area. where are you at?” changbins voice rings through the phone. you look towards the gazebo and notice them immeadietly. “guys look to your right! you should be able to see us!” you then nudge jisung and the two of you begin waving like maniacs. the two on the other side of the phone start laughing and you see them waving back.

“okay guys come back so we can get back on the trail together.” chan says.

“yeah yeah yeah, we'll meet up with you soon.” jisung then hangs up for the next 10 minutes, the both of you take a ridiculous amount of photos. eventually you decide you’ve taken enough selfies together and pictures of the scenery and start going back down the rock.

it was going well until you miscalculated a step and fell backwards.

you didn’t see the sharp edge of the corner and it leaves a decent sized cut on the back side of your knee. jisung quickly turns around at the noise, carefully going back up a few steps and reaching a hand out to help you up

“fuck are you okay y/n?” you frantically nod your head. “just a little scratch. nothing to freak out about.”

jisung bends over a little to inspect your leg. “it’s definitely bleeding. changbin has some bandages in his backpack. come on.”

he places your hands on his shoulders to keep you from falling again as he guides you down the rock, extra carefully. “i didn’t even feel anything. it doesn’t hurt.” “we still need to at least cover it up.” you hum in agreement. you guys start looking through your photos and pick your favorites to send to the group once you get back on the trail. it doesn’t take long to meet up with chan and changbin.

you turn to jisung and whisper to him, “don’t mention the cut to chan. it’s not bleeding anymore.”

he side eyes you but goes with it nonetheless. “hey guys!” you wave to the boys as they look towards the source of the noise. you watch as chans eyes roam over the both of you, most likely looking for any injuries. since you didn’t want chan freaking out over your cut you always walked a little behind him or directly next to him. luckily the cut was on the back of your leg so it wasn’t too hard to hide from him.

the rest of the way to the waterfall went smoothly. this time you and chan pairing off as changbin and jisung walked a little ways in front of you. apparently you were walking ‘too slow’ but you may or may not have heard chan telling them to give you two some privacy.

you were showing him the pictures you took with jisung when his eyes caught something on your leg. his brows furrowed and stopped walking. since your hands were intertwined you also stop and look back at him confused. it took you a second to realize he was staring at your leg and you quickly turned your body to face him. his eyes snap up to yours and you can practically feel the worry radiating off of him.

“your leg is bleeding.” he states. “it was. but it’s not anymore.” you reply with a smile hoping it would calm him down a little. his silence is deafening and you know he’s waiting for you to explain. you let out a sigh and squeeze his bicep. “i may have fallen while jisung and i were going down the rock. i didn’t even notice it until jisung pointed it out.” that got his attention.

you quickly realized your mistake. “jisung knew and didn’t help you? why didn’t he get you a bandaid?” his voice was raising by the second. you squeeze his bicep again as he crouched down beside you. you watch as his fingers delicately grace over the cut and you bring a hand to run through his hair. “i’m okay channie. i promise.” you say softly. you couldn’t help but find it endearing how concerned he was even though it wasn’t really that big of a deal.

“okay, i do at least want to clean it and bandage it up.” you nod and chan stands back up, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. he pulls you close to his side as the two of you start walking again.

“are you sure it doesn’t hurt?” chan asks and you almost laugh. instead, you lean up and kiss his cheek a few times making him smile. “okay, okay!” you continue to leave pecks across his face. “i won’t ask again.” he laughs and you him in satisfaction, tightening your hold on his waist.

you caught up to the others and changbin wastes no time scolding you and jisung for not being careful. you swore sometimes he was almost, if not equally as protective as chan. “bin, it’s just a small cut. nothing to freak out about.” you say to calm him down. you see chan grab a bandaid from changbin backpack and makes his way back over to you.

not wanting it to go to far, chan interrupts changbin from saying anything more as he kneels down behind you. “let’s just get to the waterfall, yeah? it’s only a few minutes down the trail.” everyone easily agrees. “okay baby, you’re all fixed up.” he leans down and kisses right above the bandaid. he stands to full height and grabs your face in his hands, pushing your cheeks together making your lips pout.

“no more injuries for you, got it?”

“got it.” you mumble.

the waterfall was beautiful. it looked like something out of a fantasy movie. “damn, they weren’t lying. this place is unreal.” you say aloud. the others all nod and agree. many, many, little photo shoots later, it starts getting a little crowded and everyone decides it’s time to go back home. thankfully you get back to the car with no other injuries. chan opens your door and you’re surprised when you watch him crouch and turn your leg gently.

“channie, what are you doing? you giggle. changbin and jisung were getting some food at the convenience store at the bottom of the mountain, so you had a little time to yourselves.

“i’m just double checking that your bandaid is still on.” he says calmly. you card your fingers through his hair, a tender smile gracing your features. you couldn’t help it when your lips meet his forehead. his fingers freeze momentarily at the contact but recovers quickly. he playfully checks your leg for a heartbeat and that gets a full laugh out of you. you push his head away gently.

“you’re such a weirdo. i love you.” chan looks up at you beaming. “i love you.” he whispers before leaning up and smashing his lips against yours. the kiss doesn’t get too heated, but changbin yelling at the two of you from a distance pulls you apart from each other.

“the children! think of the children!” jisung shouts teasingly. you all pile into the car and jisung passes out the drinks and food they bought and you finally start driving back home.

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greyyeti · 17 hours

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Ahhhhhhhh so soft!!! So loving! 🥰🥰🥰

our favorite kind of nights

jisung x gn!reader

word count^^+: 1,007

warnings": SUPER SOFT JISUNG!!!!!!!! pls he's so in love

a.n.// your honor!! I'm in love! pls enjoy this little slice of life with sungie<3 lmk what you think! and please reblog to help connect to more people it would mean the world to me:) stay safe everyone

The cool air from the open window was causing goosebumps to form across your arms. You shudder and Jisung glances over his phone to make sure you were alright. He watches carefully for a few seconds before going back to his movie.

Nights like these, where you and Jisung are next to each other but do your own things, were your favorite. You loved how comfortable you had gotten with him and even though neither of you were talking the both of you just basked in the presence of each other. You had your knees up against your chest reading a new book you had just gotten and Jisung was laying out watching a movie you had no interest in, his feet tucked underneath you.

When Jisung had come home he was exhausted. He draped himself over your back when he saw you brushing your teeth in the bathroom. You felt him practically shove his face into your neck and squeezing his arms around your stomach, he just wanted to fuse himself with you.

“Are you doing okay?” You reach a hand behind you to thread it through his hair and he sighs at the touch. Jisung shakes his head then turns you around to fully hug you.

You don’t stop him when he takes your arms to wrap them around him, then wraps his back around you. He leans his head on your shoulder, relaxing just a little bit. You didn’t feel like he wanted to talk about it but you give his cheek a kiss to tell him you’re here if he wants to.

“I'm gonna read my new book after dinner. Do you want to hang out in the living room with me? Maybe you can watch that new movie you were looking at.” You suggest. He gives you a small smile and nods.

A complete twist in your book has you gasping and covering your mouth. Jisung nudges your thigh silently asking you what’s happening. You spend the next 10 minutes telling him the key points so he understood how crazy the plot twist was. Jisung stared at you with so much love in his eyes he genuinely couldn’t pay attention to anything you were saying. Once he realized that he stopped listening he sat up more on the couch to try and fill in what he missed.

“.. and then it turns out the room was for her the whole time! Not the sister! He made like some torture room but played it off whenever some one would ask about it.” You waved the book around in the air to emphasize your shock. Jisung widens his eyes. “ Who would do that?”

You shrug your shoulders then playfully glare at him. “You don’t have any secret torture rooms do you?”

“Do I look like I could do that?” JIsung looks at you confused, holding a hand over his chest. You laugh. “That is a good point.” You close the book and move to hover over Jisung.

He shuts off his phone then places his hands on your waist, squeezing softly. Taking his time, he admires your face, eyes roaming to commit every inch to memory.

“It’s not fair how beautiful you are baby.” Jisung whispers, making your face heat up. Now it was your turn to hide your face in his neck. Your whole body pressed against his now and he takes this opportunity to slide a hand up your back to feel your warm skin. He then brings his hand to cup your cheek and coos at how cute you were being.

“Precious baby.” Jisung kisses your forehead before you look up.

Wasting no time you lean forward and press your lips to his in a soft, tender kiss. You cup your hands under his jaw to help hold up his head as you lose yourselves in one another.

He grabs your waist harder when he feels you biting at his bottom lip. You feel him smile as you continue your affection, barely breaking for air. Unfortunately he moves away but only less than an inch. You never liked when he was too far away.

Jisung looks between your swollen lips to your glazed over eyes. God, he could never get enough of you. He leans up connecting your lips together again, a little deeper than before. He moves his hands to the sides of your thighs, letting his thumbs graze your exposed skin.

“I love when you lay on me like this. It makes me feel so protected and loved” He tells you when you begin kissing his beautiful cheeks. You lean back, looking at him with the biggest smile. Your fingers begin to mess with his necklace as you kiss his lips a few more times.

“I hope you always feel like that around me Ji. I’ll always protect you.” You stare into his eyes and hope that he can see the strong emotions swimming through yours.

He doesn’t say anything but you can tell when he bites his lip and looks anywhere but you that he understood. You squeeze at his bicep to get his attention back but he teases you by continuing to ignore you. He lets out a cute giggle when you whine and shake his shoulders. When Jisung finally looks at you, you hold his face so he couldn’t move it away from you again.

“I want you to feel that way too,” he squeezes your thighs softly, “protected, safe and loved.”

“Trust me when I say you are the only person who makes me feel that way. I’m never letting you go.” You tell him. He smiles and rubs his nose against yours.

You press a quick kiss to his still red lips and then fully lean up until you're sitting on him.

“Come on, let’s go to bed. I’m getting tired.” You rub at your eyes and he nods in agreement. Even though Jisung was clinging to your back as if you were going to run away, the two of you had never slept better.

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Move At Your Own Pace ~ BC [MATURE WARNING]

⤜WORD COUNT: 1.8K

⤜GENRE: SMUT MINORS DNI!!! Virgin!Chan, hand job, praising Chan, soft, established relationship

⤜PAIRING: Chan x Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - April 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

As you stepped through the door of your cosy apartment, the scent of dinner greeted you, mingling with the warmth of home making you relax as you kicked off your shoes, making your way toward your bedroom where you knew your boyfriend would be waiting for you. Chan was always waiting for you there after you'd had a long day a work, waiting and ready with cuddles to make sure your day would end on a good note.

The two of you had been together for almost a year now and he'd moved in a few months ago, since he spent so much time at your place it only seemed logical for him to move in permanently with you and it was something you loved.

Waking up in his arms every morning was a gift, something you weren't going to take for granted.

"Channie?" You called as you walked into the bedroom, smiling when you found him lounging on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

"Hi baby," You cooed, shedding your coat and going to find some PJs to slip into, Chan's eyes looked up and he smiled,

"You're back early, how was your day?" He asked with a grin, sitting up and against the headboard so that you had room to get in with him when you were dressed.

"Long and exhausting, but seeing your face makes it all better," You giggled, slipping into an oversized shirt and climbing into the spot beside him, laying your head on his shoulder and letting out a happy sigh.

This was perfect for you, coming home to the love of your life and getting to spend the night unwinding together, forgetting all of the bad shit of your day and just focusing on the good.

"I missed you today," He told you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him as you felt everything that had stressed you out melt away in his embrace.

"I missed you too, trust me I would have rather spent it with you than my boss," You mumble a little, kissing Chan's chest as he blushes deeply looking at you. The small action had sent blood flowing to his cock and he let out a tiny whimper, it was just a small kiss and yet it had him acting like a horny teenager as he bit down on his tongue a little.

Chan was a virgin and when you'd first started dating he'd told you he wanted to take it slow and you'd respected it, you'd never pushed him too far and always stopped whenever he got too shy to continue on.

The two of you had been together for a year now and still hadn't done anything sexual with one another, besides the occasional heavy make-out session, but tonight Chan was feeling a little indifferent. He wanted to push himself a little to explore what he could with you.

"Was he rude to you again?" He asked as he ran his hands up and down your arm, his attention half on what you were saying and half on his boner that was so hard it was starting to hurt a little.

"Very, I swear I could-" You were cut off as Chan shifted uncomfortably and your eyes ran down his sweats to find him hard,

"I'm sorry, Channie. Do you need me to go?"

"N-No...No, please. Don't." He tightened his grip around you, your eyes searching signs for any sign that he wasn't okay with this. The last thing you wanted to do was push him into something he didn't want to do, but you relaxed in his arms a little.

"Yn..." Chan breathed out, you turned to face him again and your eyes locked with an unspoken understanding. Without a word, your lips met in a tender kiss, making Chan whimper against your lips a little as it itched something inside of him that had been bothering him all day.

Your kiss grew more passionate, your hands roaming over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips and you ran your hand over his abs, making him blush deeper.

He wanted you badly but he wasn't sure if he was ready for everything yet, he just knew he needed to feel you on him, somehow. His hands trace the curves of your body, sending shivers down your spine as you giggle a little against his lips. Your breaths mingle, coming out in soft gasps as the intensity of your desire grows, you arch into him, craving the closeness only his body could provide and with a gentle tug, Chan pulls you closer.

As you continued to make out you slowly pulled away, running your hands over his bright red face as he looked at you nervously.

"Channie..." You breathe out, not wanting to push him too far,

"I-I'm ready...But not- Not all the way," He admitted, his voice stammering a little, he suddenly felt selfish for leading you on and his mind drifted into overthinking everything. What if you didn't want to help him? What if you told him you were sick of waiting around?

"What if I give you a handjob?" Your voice came out, breaking him away from the deepest parts of his brain, his eyes finding yours again as you smiled warmly at him.

"But you won't get to cum..."

"Baby, tonight is all about you." You promise him, kissing his cheek softly as he looks at you, biting down on his bottom lip.

"But-"

"I don't care about me, I want you to get off, if you're ready." You assured him as he nodded at you, suddenly feeling shy at the thought of this happening.

Chan had, of course, gotten himself off in the past, it wasn't as though he completely shut himself off from all things pleasure. It was just anything with a partner he seemed to shy away from.

"If you're not-"

"I am! I am...ready," He rushed out, his dick was hurting from how hard he was and he wanted nothing more than to relieve himself or for you to do it for him.

You slowly move to sit behind him and you giggle, kissing his neck softly as you make him relax,

"You're so pretty, Channie," You whimper, unable to keep yourself from him any longer,

"I just want to touch you," You whine a little running your hands over his cock through his pants as he lets out a soft moan, his eyes fluttering shut. He'd touched himself plenty but nothing compared to having the love of his life touch him.

"I...I'm yours, do whatever you want," He moans out, his head already feeling light from the pleasure. You smirk slowly pulling down his sweats and freeing him from them, his dick springing against his stomach as he hisses a little.

"No boxers? Naughty," You tease softly, your fingers gently travelling up his dick as you barely touch him, teasing him a little as he lets out a moan of your name, begging for you to touch him more.

"P-Please," He hisses out needily as you try to hide the grin that crossed your face,

"Such a good boy using your manners," You praise, kissing his neck as precum drips from the tip of his cock, a strangled groan leaving your boyfriend's throat as he rolls his head back onto your shoulder,

"You're already so wet for me baby, all this precum." Your voice was low and seductive as you gently ran your thumb over the head of his dick rubbing the precum into his skin as bucked his hips toward you.

"Sensitive?" You asked, unable to hide the grin any longer when he nodded and blushed deeply, your hand slowly starting to pump his dick as you watched his face, his eyes screwing shut as breaths and curse words fell from his lips.

"You're so pretty like this for me, Chan," You whispered, leaving sloppy kisses and bites up and down his neck as he moaned your name out loudly, earning a small squeeze of his dick as you began to pump his length.

"Watch baby, watch what you're letting me do to you," You urge him. When he looks down, it feels like the air was punched out of his lungs, he looked so big in your hand and it was almost too much for him as he whimpered, bucking into your hand a little.

His head rolls back against your shoulder, his eyes rolling back as you give him slow and soft strokes, precum still oozing out of the head and dripping down his length, lubricating himself.

"F-Fuck that's so good," He moans loudly, unable to hold anything back as you run your thumb over the tip of his cock again, curse words slipping from his mouth.

"So good,...f-fuck that's so good," He whined, his eyes finding yours as he looked at you, his eyes begging for release as you picked up the pace of your hand. His heart started to beat so fast he could hear it in his eyes, whimpering your name and screwing his eyes shut. He didn't want to cum yet but it was getting too hard to fight back his climax with every stroke of your hand.

His thighs twitched with every movement, his moans getting shameless and louder with every passing second as he rolled his hips to meet your hand,

"You wanna cum for me?" You whispered, biting down on his ear as he nodded his head vigorously at you, his eyes filled with desperation as you smirked a little wanting nothing more than to make him cum after so long.

"Cum for me then baby, be a good boy." You whispered in his ear, biting on his neck as his eyes rolled back. His back arched a little as he came, his mind blank as his cum spurted out of him, catching your hand and onto his stomach as he mumbled apologies.

"S-Sorry...S-Sory, I didn't...didn't mean to make a mess," He panted as you giggled, looking him directly in his eyes and licking the cum off your hand, you didn't care that he'd made a mess. It had been one of the best things you'd ever seen,

"You're so hot," He moans out, falling back onto the bed as you slowly get up and head toward the bathroom for a warm wet cloth to help clean him up with.

"Was that okay?" You questioned as the two of you lay there, your head resting on his chest as you listened to his rapid heart rate, smirking a little knowing you had been the one to do that to him.

"M-More than okay, I'm just sorry I didn't-"

"Don't. I told you, we move at your pace and I loved getting you off," You assured him, kissing his chest softly, a small whimper leaving his throat as he bit down on his lip.

"I want to try and make you cum next time." He tells you, his shyness completely devoid of his voice as you nod at him.

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Insomniacs | Bang Chan x you

synopsis: Chan is your roommate and you both have trouble with insomnia

Another sleepless night. Another night of tossing and turning. Another headache that you can feel starting at the back of your head. There’s really no point in staying in bed anymore, but you have to be quiet cause your roommate is maybe asleep, and you don’t wanna risk waking him up.

You wander through the apartment and end up in the kitchen, maybe some chamomile tea would help? After you heard noises from Chan’s room, too loud to be just him moving in his sleep, it’s easy to decide to make two cups and leave his on the kitchen table.

On nights like this, standing up is a chore. You’re tired to the bones, but your brain doesn’t seem to have received the message: awake, loud and a bit mean, it’s more awake than ever. Just few minutes later, your hear soft steps getting closer, and Chan finds you sitting on the kitchen floor. Your back to the cabinets door, warm mug between your hands, a warm substitute for real affection.

“No sleep tonight, uh?” Chan grabs his mug and raises it in a mock toast in your direction. He then sits at your side, knee knocking in yours and his head hits with a soft thud the kitchen furniture. You answer with a quiet hum and a shake of your head.

“Wanna talk about it?” You can’t help a smile from appearing on your face. Chan is always so gentle, so caring, that falling deep for him was way too easy and natural. “There’s not much to talk about. What about you?”

“Bad dream. Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“But you wanna talk?”

The two of you do this sometimes, you sit on the floor and talk about everything and nothing. There are only few things you’ll never tell each other: you’re never confessing to him, he’s never telling you he’s felt alone for so long before you arrived, you’re never telling him he’s the best part of your life.

He nods and sips his chamomile. “I heard sharks likes to be pet by subs.” One topic is as good as the other, but it gets the conversation started…

[…]

It’s hours later when he says: “…and so they broke up”, he concludes the story about a couple of his friends and their messy romance.

“That’s sad, tho. The idea of loving someone so much but not being able to be with them.” You’re looking in front of you, Chan’s face on the left of your visual field. You know what’s like to love someone but not being with him, watching him and being happy about his accomplishments but only doing it as a friend, as a roommate.

“Mh”, he nods and picks at the skin of his thumb with his teeth. “That sucks, you’re right. I hope they’ll manage to solve their problems and finally be happy.” With his head still resting on the cabinet’s door, he turns it towards you. “Are you happy?”

Your first instinct is to scoff. Your second instinct is to cry. Are you happy? What are you gonna answer Chan?

“I don’t know.” Your voice is so quiet you’re not sure he heard you. You’re about to drop the subject when he makes an inquisitive sound. Have you always been weak in front of Chan? Have you always given him all he asked for? “I don’t know, Chan. I have pretty much everything I need, I should be happy, right? I have a decent job, a pretty apartment, friends, health…” your sentence hangs incomplete. You know what is missing, but you can’t say it.

How do you tell your roommate you love him? How do you tell him you’d be happy if he were yours? How do you tell someone they’re the reason you keep smiling day by day without weighting them of the burden, the responsibility? And even if you were brave enough (and selfish enough) to tell him, then what if he doesn’t reciprocate and you lose him?

“It’s okay to want more.” Too kind, too good.

“What about you?” You ask, maybe he’ll forget your words.

“Are you asking me if I’m happy or if I want more?” What are you asking? You’re not sure, so you shrug, letting him pick for you. “I am happy.” he says, and then Chan does something that in all the late night talks you shared he has never done: he reaches for your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours. His palm is warm against yours, bigger, you can feel his callous on his fingers. “I could be happier,” he continues. “I want more, too.”

How can something so simple as holding hands make your heart race? Why are you suddenly so warm and happy? “It’s okay to want more” you repeat his words.

Chan’s face opens up in a beautiful smile and you blush so hard you can only hide your face, letting your head rest on his shoulder, hands still clasped together.

Later, you’ll kiss. Later, you’ll both confess, reciprocated feeling and plans for the future. Later, you’ll decide to make it official, so there’ll never be misunderstandings in this. But for now, the sun rising catches you unmoved. Hands clasped, heads resting close and you both asleep. You’re gonna regret falling asleep sitting in the kitchen floor, but this was the best late night talk for you two, so a cricked neck and achy asses are worth it.

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SKZ!Fake Texts: It was all a bet (Hyung line)

Maknae Line

A/N: this is a request I’ve received and since they requested a make up of sorts there will definitely be a part two (might be a written one) maybe a part three who knows 😜

Chan:

Minho:

Changbin:

Hyunjin:

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Finding Out You're Single - Han Jisung

I guess this is a series with me now I say as I add it to my master list and create a link tree for all the other members.

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Finding Out You're Single - Bang Chan

Just testing out a new app for texts 😌 nothing suspicious going on with that. and by that I mean do not pay attention to the time stamps. 😬

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Han’s 🤣🤣🤣!!!

Texts with Dad!SKZ after their kids cut their own hair

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

genre: fluff and crack (mostly crack)

pov: 1st/2nd person (depends on how you read it)

description: the kids (literal) got ahold of some scissors and decided to give themselves makeovers.

pairing: dad!skz x gn!reader

warnings: swearing, mention of food/eating

screenshot count: 30

방 찬 (Bang Chan)

이 민 호 (Lee Know)

서 창 빈 (Changbin)

황 현 진 (Hyunjin)

한 지 성 (Han)

이 용 복 (Felix)

김 승 민 (Seungmin)

양 정 인 (I.N)

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Buy me a coffee?

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Stray Kids text reaction

To him revealing your relationship on live

Maknae line

Jisung:

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Seungmin:

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Stray Kids text reaction

To him revealing your relationship on live:

Hyung line

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Cute and quiet.

You were paying attention to everyone while working, but especially one man specifically. It was your favorite. Han Jisung having a second without a fan in front of him during a fan sign. One of the prior fans he met had gifted him an adorable fake rose.

He was sat there looking adorable like all the others. But he was kind of zoning out due to a long week with bad sleep. He should be interacting with the fans but he instead was catching you, one of the crew photographers, on the sideline taking pictures of all of them.

He hadn’t told you of his crush on you. He was terrified.

But despite him feeling tired and not at all trying to be cute like the others, he catches your eye as he looks at you. You smile cutely beside your large SLR camera and wave knowingly; he had told you while you took photos before the meet that he wasn’t having a great day.

The look and wave he returned wasn’t as exuberant as he is some days, but the thumbs up and acknowledgment was enough to make you feel better. Inside himself, he could feel his heart race and his willingness to try gain tenfold.

But you didn’t know this.

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“… I will throw this pancake at you.”

I know it may sound crazy… but Han Jisung got a little too drunk last night. He told everyone about your birthmark on your inner thigh that was like a button to one of your weak spots. Which is fine. TMI of course but whatever.

But… he MAY HAVE also told them about how you love when he Hard Doms you and makes you do absurdly embarrassing things. Like call your mom while he’s fucking you doggy style. 😳

Mans woke up remembering everything and was trying his best to apologize by cornering you in the kitchen while you made the two of you breakfast. He thinks he’s slick with it the way he’s groggily sauntering over to you. He’s cute. But you’re still fucking pissed at his big mouth.

———

“Han fucking Jisung if you don’t stop trying to flirt with me right now I will throw this pancake at you.”

“Babe, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to let that thought slip out.”

“You can make it up to me later. Use that big mouth for something that’ll make me less mad.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Tagging @lyramundana because she is bae 🥰

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🤗🤗🤗

Hometown

Pairing: au Han jisung x fem reader // friends to lovers back to friends and then lovers.

Synopsis: Jisung moves back to his small hometown to find that you’ve just moved back too. But what happens when he finds out you have a kid and he’s the father?

Word Count: 7.8k

A/n: the idea for this story came to when listening to this Taylor Swift song while I was driving the other day.

I put a lot of thought and care into this story, but i couldn’t convey it as in depth as I wanted. I would have loved to have made this a 60k word story but I just don’t have it in me. I hope you enjoy this story nonetheless, and can see where I was trying to go with it.

NSFVV // MDNI CW under the cut

CW: unprotected p in v sex, accidental cumming inside, fingering, fantasising, emotional hurt, comfort, mention of paternity tests, mention of oral sex, happy ending.

Jisung felt a tug in his chest whenever he came back to his hometown. The place reminded him of you. His childhood best friend. The person whom he shared all his secrets with from being scared of the dark and the nightmares it caused him when he was six, to when he had his first wet dream as a teenager.

You both were each other’s first kiss too. A sloppy, messy attempt behind the boat shed, so that you wouldn’t be the last kids in the year to not have kissed a boy or girl. He later found out most of the kids had been lying about having kissed anyone.

You were each other’s date to your graduation dinner, both of your mums fussing and taking photos, giggling about how you would grow up and get married.

Well that didn’t happen.

You did have one night of intimacy though, before Jisung moved away for work and you stayed in your small town. Well he thought you’d stayed. The first time he came back, eager to see you and catch up, you weren’t there. You’d moved to the city. It wasn’t the same without you. He’d always find himself looking out for you everywhere he went. Just in case. The grocery store. The little cafe. The fucking library even.

But you weren’t there. You were never there.

This was how it felt for Jisung for four years whenever he returned to his hometown.

And here he was again. For the fifth year in a row. But this time he wasn’t just visiting. He was moving back for good to start his own Physiotherapy clinic and to be closer to his family.

The first thing he did was drop his bags off at his parent’s house and go for a walk by the lake to stretch his legs from the long drive.

This place still reminded him of you. He missed you. As he walked along the shoreline he let his imagination take hold. In his mind you were walking beside him hand in hand. You’d throw stones into the lake and laugh about life.

He plopped down on a patch of grass and thought about what he always thought about when he was here.

That night you made love.

The softness of your body. The warmth radiating from you when he kissed your skin. The way you tasted when he went down on you. The pretty sounds you’d made as he fucked you slow and deep. He’d felt like he was drowning and he didn’t want to be saved. Fuck. He’d even said he loved you.

Jisung ran his hands through his hair. Alright Jisung. You gotta get over her. He told himself.

He walked up to the town center to grab a burger from the town’s “famous” burger shop. It was the only burger shop and Jisung was pretty sure it wasn’t famous. But the food tasted good. He placed his order, paid with his card, and was about to turn around and take a seat.

That’s when he heard it.

“Ji?”

He knew that voice. But no. It couldn’t be. Could it?

He slowly turned around. You. Beautiful with a big beaming smile.

“Y/n?” Jisung’s heart skipped a beat. “What are doing here? Are you visiting?”

You shook your head, grinning. “No… no. I’ve moved back here.”

“Really? Me to-”

“Mummy Mummy.” A little girl about four or five years old ran up and pulled on your hand and looked up at Jisung with big round eyes.

His heart stopped beating.

You bit your lip. “So…This is my daughter, Livi.” you said, nervousness creeping into your voice.

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Jisung was like he was in a trance, sitting frozen in his seat as he watched you and your daughter across the table. He’d barely touched his burger and coffee, his appetite gone. You had a kid. A million questions ran through his brain simultaneously. The loudest one being, was this his little girl? Followed quickly by, why didn’t you tell him?

“Liv, sweetheart, you’re covered in sauce.” you said as you wiped her little chin with a napkin. The girl grinned at Jisung like it was the funniest thing in the world to fluster you, then on her next bite of her mini burger, smeared sauce all over her chin again. Jisung gave a silent chuckle to himself, thinking of how full your hands must be. “Oh, Liv.” you sighed, giving up on trying to keep her face clean.

Eventually, your attention turned to Jisung, and he tore his eyes from the child to meet yours. Fuck. He wasn’t sure he was ready for whatever you were about to say. Either this little girl was his, or she was someone else’s. Jisung wasn’t even sure which option he wanted to hear either. The thought of you keeping something this big from him upset him. But the thought of you being in love with another man and having a family with him, well, that made him jealous.

“Ji,” No one could say his name the way you did. He tried hard not to show you how it still affected him, even after all this time. “I suppose you have a lot of questions?” you said softly.

Jisung remained silent. Of course he had a lot of questions, but he didn’t know where to begin and he couldn’t seem to make his voice work. He sighed heavily and nodded.

“Well,” you started nervously. “I guess I’ll start with the obvious then. So… Livi…well… you see…” you hesitated.

But Jisung knew. He knew what you were going to say just from the way you took a deep breath and looked up to the ceiling as though you were trying to gather all your courage. He knew by how you were wringing your hands together on the table, and the way you swallowed a lump in your throat. He had always known when you were scared to say something. You’d just never been scared to talk to him before.

“She’s mine isn’t she?” he said. He said it so you didn’t have to.

Your eyes darted to his “Yes, Ji.” you eventually whispered. “She is.” Tears started to well up in your eyes, but you fought them back.

Jisung nodded slowly in understanding, but said nothing, playing with the coffee cup in his hand.

“Ji, please don’t be angry.” you plead. “I have so much to exp-”

“Holy shit! Jisung…y/n!” a loud voice bellowed across the cafe. It was Binnie, one of you mutual childhood friends. “What the flying fu-” his voice trailed off as he approached your table and saw the little girl sitting next to you.

“Wow.” he said, taking in the three of you. “Channie, look who’s here!” he called out to another childhood friend who was putting in an order at the counter. Chan turned around, his face lighting up when he saw both Jisung and you at the table. He quickly made his order and came to sit down next to Binnie at your table. “The gang's back together.” Binnie announced boisterously.

Great. This was the last thing Jisung needed. He had just been told the most life altering news of his life and now he had to socialise? Panic brewed in his chest. He was a father. A father to a preschool kid. He needed time to process this, not have a catch up with friends.

“The whole gang, plus… a mini y/n.” Chan nodded to your daughter, waving at the little girl. “So cute. What’s your name, princess?” He asked.

“Livi.” She replied proudly, and smiled a gummy little smile and looked back at Chan with wide brown eyes. For a second Jisung thought he saw a flicker of realisation cross his friend’s face, but it was gone in an instant.

He watched as you made small talk with your friends. He didn’t know what to do with himself. He wanted to be alone to think, and probably cry, but he didn’t want to just get up and leave. So he sat quietly, nodding when he needed to, making it look like he was listening.

Jisung’s gaze kept landing on Livi, and his mind went back to that night. The only night that you and Jisung had slept together. He remembered it vividly. He remembered pulling out and cumming all over your stomach.

But he also remembered he might not have been quick enough. He obviously wasn’t quick enough. You’d felt so good around him he wanted it to last forever. He hadn’t told you he thought he might have spilled the smallest amount inside you. He thought it would have been okay. He was certain you would have told him if you had fallen pregnant from that night. That you’d work through it together.

It was now evident that you hadn’t told him you’d gotten pregnant, and also, that you hadn’t wanted to work through it together either. It hurt.

“I have to go.” Jisung announced all of a sudden, standing up abruptly and bumping the table. All eyes turned to him, including Livi’s. “I said I’d help my Dad with something.” he lied, feeling like everyone could see right through him.

“Okay, man. Catch up for a beer later?” Chan asked, standing to take him in a hug. “If you wanna talk, yeah?” he whispered so only Jisung could hear.

“Talk to you later, Ji?” you asked with hopeful eyes.

“Um, yeah. Of course.” he said quickly and hurried out of the cafe.

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Jisung found himself sitting by the lake again, his thoughts racing. He’d walked around the entire town for the past two hours and ended up back here. The place he always ended up.

He’d fucking made a baby with you? Why hadn’t you told him? He couldn’t get his head around it. He felt so angry, hurt, confused. He’d never felt anger towards you and he hated it. He shook his head. He had so many questions, and no answers. Except the kid was his. He closed his eyes, wondering what on earth he was going to do..

“Thought you’d be here, buddy.” Jisung opened his eyes to find Chan approaching, and plopping down beside him on the grass. He offered a can of beer to Jisung.

“You know we’re not meant to drink in public places, right?” Jisung grumbled taking the drink.

“Since when has anyone ever cared?” Chan replied, popping his own can open and taking a sip. “Anyway, you look like you need it.”

Jisung rolled his eyes. “You don’t say?” He took a long drink of his beer and looked out over the water.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“About what?” Jisung snapped.

“I dunno, maybe about y/n being moving back to town, or that you have a kid?” Chan shrugged.

“She told you?” Jisung turned to Chan, bewildered.

Chan shook his head. “No, man. It was just…obvious.”

“Fuck.” Jisung grumbled and took another swig of beer.

The two friends sat in silence for a long while. Chan didn’t push for Jisung to talk about it, and Jisung was grateful. He couldn’t find his words even if he wanted to talk. He felt like he was going to explode with emotions, and at the same time his body felt completely numb. Was this what shock felt like?

The sun was low in the sky and the air had become cooler. Jisung pulled his jacket tight around him. This was not how he’d expected his first day back to be like.

He sighed and closed his eyes, and when he opened them he started to sob. “Why didn’t she tell me?” He cried looking to Chan. “Why would she keep this from me?”

He completely broke down then, crying loud and uncontrollably. He leaned against Chan who wrapped his arm around him and stroked his back.

“I know. I know.” His friend soothed.

“I’m a fucking father! I don’t even know what that means, or what I am supposed to do… or how I’m meant to feel. It’s so sudden.” He wailed.

“Listen, Ji. I think we should get you home. It’s cold and late, and maybe in the morning when your head’s clearer you can think about all of this. It’s pretty big news, it’s probably gonna take time.”

Chan drove Jisung home in silence, and when he pulled up outside his house Jisung turned to him. “She still makes my heart race.” he whispered. “Even with this… I don’t know what you’d call it, betrayal? Lie? She still gets to me.”

Chan looked at his friend empathetically. “Go inside, mate. Get some rest. Call me if you need me, yeah?” Chan squeezed Jisung’s shoulder reassuringly, before Jisung got out of the car and headed into his childhood home.

Jisung couldn’t sleep. Images of you and Livi at the cafe ran through his mind on repeat. Your smile when he’d first turned around. Your scared expression when you wanted to tell him she was his. The cheeky grin on the kid’s face when you tried to wipe her chin.

He tossed and turned in his bed. The same bed you and him made her in.

———————

Jisung tried to avoid you at all costs while he got his thoughts in order. He knew it was cruel to avoid you, but he just couldn’t face the situation. Not yet anyway.

He told his parents, looking for guidance. But in the course of a two hour deep and meaningful with them, their comments ranged from “I thought we taught you about protection, son” and “the pull out method doesn’t work,” to “we’d always thought you’d make a cute kid.”

None of these remarks were particularly helpful, but they didn’t have a bad word to say about you, and they weren’t disappointed in him. They really believed the two of you could work something out, and he was pretty sure they were secretly excited about being grandparents.

Three days had passed since you’d told him about Livi, and although he still wasn’t ready to talk, he knew he had to say something to you soon otherwise he’d look like a coward. He felt like a coward. He knew where you lived. Your parents house two streets away, you used to walk to school together. But he just couldn't physically take himself over there. He didn't know what to say. He was anxious about seeing your parents. He was nervous about seeing Livi again. Most of all he was terrified of hearing what your reasons were from hiding this from him.

He was scared.

Yep. He was a coward.

———-

A week later, Jisung stood in front of his almost ready to be opened Physiotherapy clinic, and admired the new signage on the front window. He’d secured the lease for the premises before he moved back, and had even organised the fit out-out to be complete beforehand as well. He’d spent the past week hiding inside painting the walls and getting his equipment ready. If he was busy in there, he wouldn’t run into you.

Happy with how his sign looked, Jisung unlocked the front door and slipped inside. The front area was to be the waiting area for clients and reception desk, and a doorway led from the reception area to the main studio. The studio was a large space where he’d set up a treadmill, exercise bike and smaller equipment like hand weights and bosu balls. To the right was a private room for appointments with clients.

He felt proud of his new set up and he couldn’t wait to officially open his doors. He’d even had some home visits this week, although they were his parent’s friends. But still, a client was a client, and that made him happy.

He settled into his chair at the reception desk to check his schedule for the next few days, and then he was going to try and set up the new accounting software he’d been avoiding almost as much as he’d been avoiding you. While he was waiting for the extra slow internet to connect his eyes wandered absentmindedly to the big window that looked out onto the main street of town.

It was a sunny autumn day, the temperature perfect for short sleeves and pants. He enjoyed this time of year with the days warm, and the nights cool. His guilty pleasure was to snuggle in his blanket and beanie and watch anime.

There were quite a number of people going about their day, but no one was in a hurry. Not like in the city, where everyone was in a rush.

Here, people were chatting on the footpath, others were casually doing their laundry at the laundromat while they sat out the front reading a book. The old ice cream shop was busy as usual. It'd been there for as long as Jisung could remember. He and you used to take your little bag of coins down to buy your favourite ice creams after school. The row of ice cream flavours were the perfect height for kids to squish their faces against the glass and say “that one please!”, and then have to reach up so high to pay over the counter.

The signage and colour scheme hadn’t been updated in a thousand years, and the paint was peeling and the store name faded. He wondered if the same family owned the place.

Then he saw you coming out of the door, little Livi in tow. Jisung’s heart jumped out of his chest, and he slid lower in his chair even though you wouldn’t be able to see him through the tinted glass window. He still hadn’t spoken to you.

You were dressed in tight jeans, a plain green top with your long hair in a messy bun. You always looked beautiful even when you weren’t trying. That familiar feeling stirred inside of him. It was a feeling of yearning and heartache. Even though he’d felt it often over the years, it was a feeling he’d never got used to.

His gaze moved down to Livi. She was adorable. Her long dark hair was in two braids, and she had the cutest round cheeks. Her big Bambi-like eyes were fixed on the ice cream cone in her tiny hands. She looked so excited, going in for a bite and… splat! The entire ice cream fell off its cone onto her pink top. Her little face fell and she began to cry as though the world had ended.

Jisung didn’t think, he just acted. He was out of the clinic and across the street in a heartbeat.

“Juice-suuunnn!” Livi wailed when he approached. He was surprised she recognised him. “I lost my ice cream!” Startled, you turned to see Jisung kneeling beside you, ready to help.

“It’s okay, angel. Juice-sun’s” was that what she’d called him? “here to help.” He turned to you. “I’ve got a spare shirt over the road, if you want to change her?” He nodded his head towards his clinic.

“Thank you, but it’s fine, Ji. We can just go home and get changed. It’s no big deal. I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” You assured, trying to peel chunks of ice cream off her top.

“But you said we could go to the park!” Livi protested, and you looked at your daughter apologetically.

“It’s really okay.” Jisung said softly. “She should go to the park.”

“Yes, Mummy please! I’m okay to wear Juice-sun’s shirt! I just want to play and eat ice cream.” She blinked her eyes at you and then at Jisung. God that was cute.

He gave her a wink and you rolled your eyes. “Joining forces, I see.” She playfully patted Livi’s head.

Jisung ushered you and Livi across the road and into the clinic, and pulled out the clean tee shirt he was going to wear later for a workout. “If you just want to change her in the side room there.” He directed you to the private appointment room. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Jisung ran back across the street, ordered a new chocolate ice cream, apparently the place was still family owned, and returned to the clinic to find you and Livi waiting in the studio. You were sitting on a chair in the corner, and Livi had found a ball and was throwing it up in the air and trying to catch it. His tee shirt fit her like a giant dress, or more accurately, a tent.

“I hope you like chocolate flavour?” He announced with a big smile. “I know it’s my favourite.” He chuckled.

“Juice-Sun!” Her face lit up when she saw him with a fresh ice cream. She ran up to him, the ball instantly abandoned, and carefully took it from him with her tongue poking out the corner of her mouth in concentration.

“Juice-sun?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, she’s insisting that’s how you pronounce your name.” you blushed, trying to hide a giggle.

“What about just Ji? That’s what you call me?” He said, sitting on a chair next to you.

“I tried, but she says she likes Juice-sun because it’s like juice and she likes apple juice. Can’t argue with a four year old.” You shrugged.

“I guess not.” He smiled. You both laughed.

“Thank you, Ji.” you said sincerely, giving him a small smile.

“It’s the least I can do.” He shrugged. You nodded and looked at the floor.

“So?”

“So?” You both said at the same time.

This was awkward. Really fucking awkward.

“Can we go play at the park now, Mummy?” Livi asked, and Jisung was grateful for the interruption.

“Maybe eat your ice cream first. If that’s okay with you?” You turned to Jisung.

Jisung nodded. “Of course.”

Livi went and plonked herself on a foam mat on the floor, still holding her ice cream extra carefully. “Juice-sun. Come sit with meee.” She called.

Jisung was taken back by the child’s eagerness to make friends with him, especially since she’d only met him once. But he wandered over and sat himself cross legged next to her on the mat and smiled down a the kid.

“This is a really good set up you’ve got here.” you said looking around the studio. “When is the official opening? I saw on the front window it’s soon.”

“Next week. I’ve started seeing clients on home visits, so technically I’m in business already. That’s if my Mum’s friend from trivia night counts as a client?” he snorted.

“I’d take it as a client. I’m so proud of you.” You said sincerely, and Jisung felt himself blush at the compliment.

“Oh shit, Ji.. “ your hands came up to your mouth horrified. “I.. I’m not asking all this to know about your finances. You know I’m not after money, right?”

“I know. Don’t worry.” he cut you off, and he could see by the way you were biting your lip that you were silently berating yourself. He knew you so well, yet he felt like he knew nothing.

“I’m full.” Livi held the half eaten cone in Jisung’s face.

“Livi, honey. I’m not sure Jisung wants your leftovers. God, I’m so sorry.” You coverered your face in embarrassment.

Jisung chuckled. “It’s really fine. I love chocolate ice cream.” He took it from her sticky little fingers, and bit into it. “Mmm. Yum!” he said with exaggerated enthusiasm.

“Juice-Sun?” She asked, standing up and delicately pushing his fluffy hair out of his eyes and staring at him. Her small hand lingered in his hair while she gazed at him.

Jisung was frozen in place as he looked into the eyes of his daughter. His daughter. He was starstruck, captivated by her cute little features, and the way she was so comfortable talking to him, touching him, stirred something inside of him. She was absolutely perfect. He’d made her. He’d never made anything so precious in his entire life. He made her with you, his favourite person in the world.

“Do you know what Mummy’s favourite flavour is?” She whispered like she was about to share a secret.

“Yes I do.” He whispered back. It’s raspberry.”

Livi looked at Jisung like he was a magician. “How’d you know?” She gushed, amazed.

“Well, your Mum and I have known each other since we were as little as you.” His eyes met yours. “And we used to go to the ice cream shop a lot.” he added, keeping his gaze on you.

He could tell you were remembering it. Remembering your childhood together. The ‘inseparable pair’ as some people called you. But there was more than just nostalgia in your expression. There was sadness too. He could see it. You were hurting. He could feel it.

It was time to talk.

——————

The three of you walked to the park with Livi walking in the middle, holding onto both yours and Jisung’s hands. He had felt rather privileged when she grabbed onto him like she’d known him forever, and he held her tiny hand in his as they made their way down the footpath. Several people gave them curious looks as they passed. More fuel for the gossipers. But Jisung didn’t care.

There were already rumours about you and your daughter spreading around town. Specifically, whispers about how she was the “love child” of you and Jisung. Apparently, everyone could see the resemblance. Jisung was getting odd looks when he was in the grocery store the other day, but no one actually asked him if any of the stories were true.

The park was only a minute walk from Jisung’s clinic, and it wasn’t long before Livi was running over to the play equipment and you and Jisung found a park bench to supervise her from.

“She’s a cute kid.” He said, breaking the silence.

“She is.” You replied.

Jisung sighed. “Almost five years, y/n. Why didn't you tell me? In all this time, why haven’t you said anything?” Jisung’s voice cracked and a tear slipped from his eye and rolled down his cheek. He swiped it away, hoping he could hold himself together.

“I didn’t know you were her father.” you said in a quiet voice. Jisung looked at you confused. That wasn’t the answer he was expecting. How could you not know he was the father and then all of a sudden know that he was?

“I didn’t know. I promise.” you took in a deep breath. “Look, Ji. Just before you left I got a job offer interstate. I moved away the same week as you. I…I met someone there. Like really quickly.” you sighed and continued. “It all happened so fast, and I wanted to… to try and move on from you.” you looked up at Jisung. “I found out I was pregnant not long after meeting him.”

“Didn’t it occur to you she could’ve been mine?” Jisung asked, surprised at how much hurt was evident in his voice.

“You pulled out when we were… and he didn’t so…” you shrugged like it was an obvious conclusion.

Guilt and regret seeped through Jisung’s veins. He should have told you he hadn’t pulled out quick enough. He cleared his throat, pushing those thoughts aside. Coward, he thought to himself.

“So why all of a sudden are you saying she’s mine. How do you know? What changed?” It wasn’t an accusation, he was genuinely perplexed, bewildered even.

“When I told him I was pregnant, he stayed by my side. We made it work, sort of. I thought he loved me but…he kept having affairs.” You hung your head and Jisung felt anger flair inside his body. How could someone hurt you like that? “Earlier this year he told me he was leaving me for someone else.” you sniffled.

Jisung cautiously moved closer to your side and put his arm around your shoulder. “I’m so sorry.” he soothed. He was absolutely livid at this guy. He wanted to punch him in the face, hurt him. Then wrap you up and look after you. He wished he could’ve been there for you.

“I said something about child support, and he scoffed and told me he wanted to do a paternity test, because ‘fucked if I’m paying for someone else’s kid’.

“I laughed in his face. I was certain she was his, but part of me hoped that somehow she wasn’t. An asshole like that doesn’t deserve to be Livi’s dad. Anyway, the paternity test came back negative, which means he isn’t her father. You’re the only other person I’d slept with, Ji.”

You looked at him and waited. A heavy silence hung in the air as Jisung tried to figure out what to say.

“I shot a bit of cum in you.” He blurted out. Fuck, why’d he say it like that? “I’m so fucking sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything when it happened. I thought… I hoped, I was quick enough.” he gulped and sucked his lip.

“I’m glad it happened.” you whispered. Your eyes locked. Jisung couldn’t breath. “We wouldn’t have Liv. I was so relieved to find out she’s yours.” you pulled your eyes away from him to watch Livi playing in the sandpit, while your fingers fiddled with the hem of your top.

“I moved back here as soon as I could to be with Mum and Dad, you know, ‘cos it ‘takes a village’ and all. I didn’t know you’d be back here as well. I’d planned to get in touch with you once we’d settled in. But you were already here.” You laughed dryly.

“Don’t you hate me for not telling you?” Jisung pressed, his brain was still stuck at his admission about cumming inside you.

You looked up at him again. “What? That you’re pull-out game’s shit?” you teased, your face softening into a warm smile. Not a hint of anger laced your voice. “Look. Jisung. If you had told me, I’m not sure what I would’ve done. I’m not sure what you’d have done? You were moving away.”

“But If I had told you. Things might’ve been different.” He said solemnly. You might have found him sooner and not have to have been with a cunt for a boyfriend for four years. He might’ve known his daughter, sooner.

You took his hand in yours. “There’s no point thinking about what if’s. The past is the past. I don’t want you to regret anything. I’m not expecting anything from you. I’m just glad she’s ‘part’ you. You’re the best person I have ever known, Jisung, and I want her to grow up as kind as you. But,” you choked. “If you ever do want to be part of her life, I think she’d like that very much. I’d like that very much.”

Jisung’s heart melted. Now that he understood the whole picture, how could he really be angry at you? Neither of you knew he was Livi’s father. But there was still hurt, and sadness. He’d missed so much of her life.

“Juice-sun! Come play on the slide.” Livi ran up to Jisung, breaking his thoughts and tugging on his arm to pull him towards the playground.

The three of you played on the equipment the rest of the afternoon. The slide was by far Livi’s favourite, followed by him holding her up on the flying fox. Jisung tried to let go of the thoughts that kept creeping into his mind. He could deal with them later. For now he wanted to simply be in the present moment and give all of his attention to you both.

Afterwards, he walked you home to your parents. It felt like old times walking you home. When he said goodbye he felt the urge to hold you in a hug, but he wasn’t sure If that was appropriate. So he didn’t. He just stood there awkwardly.

You both looked at each other for a long minute, before Livi threw her arms around his waist and looked up at him.

“Do you want to thank Jisung for your ice cream?” You prompted her.

“Thank you Juice-Sun!” She smiled brightly and ran inside the house.

Jisung rubbed his hands nervously on his pants. “Y/n, I’m sorry I completely ghosted you this past week. I was in shock. I needed to get my head around…everything. But I should’ve spoken to you. It was fucking rude of me.” He hung his head.

“It’s okay. I understand. It was huge news.” You said with understanding. You were always so understanding.

“Well… um…maybe we could hang out again?” He scratched his head nervously and looked up at you sheepishly. Fuck, why was he feeling so flustered?

“I’d really like that.” You said softly.

“You would?” His head snapped up. “What about tomorrow afternoon?” He said eagerly.

The corner of your mouth lifted and then turned into a proper smile. “Tomorrow would be great.”

————-

Over the following month or so, Jisung’s business was in full swing. It was incredible how many people needed a phsyio. His client’s were mostly teenagers and people with sporting injuries, with some people making an appointment merely to see if he’d spill the tea about his and your relationship status. It was an expensive way for them to find out that you were just friends.

Jisung found himself spending more and more time with you and Livi. Most of the time it was buying ice creams and playing at the park, but sometimes it was having dinner at either of your parent’s houses. Jisung’s parents loved getting to know their grandchild, doting on her and spoiling her. They even tried to send you and Jisung out on a date, even though you were just friends, so they can do the whole ‘minding the grandkid’ thing.

The more time Jisung spent with Livi, the more he wanted to have a role in her life. If she ever wanted to call him ‘daddy’ at some point, he’d be over the moon. The thought of her running up to him calling out “daddy, daddy!” made him feel gooey inside. But he wasn’t going to push that. He’d let her move at her own pace, plus he was quite content with ‘Juice-sun’ for now. Even that made him feel gooey inside.

He was absolutely smitten, and everyone could tell.

He’d started printing out photos he’d taken of her doing random things that four year olds did. He bought little frames to put them in and sat them on his desk at work and bedside table, alongside a few photos you’d given him of Livi when she was smaller.

Although it pained him that he missed out on her early years, he told himself that it’s what he does moving forward that counts. He promised himself he’d be the best father he could be, and that he would always be there for her.

Things were falling into a comfortable place with you again too. You’d both caught each other up on the past few years about your time living in the big city, and how country town life felt so much better. You’d pop over to each other’s houses and watch your favourite kids movies with Livi sitting between the two of you, like a little family. You’d laugh and joke and reminisce. It felt good. You’d even started hugging him goodbye at the end of the day.

But he found himself wanting more. He still wanted you. It had always been you. He thought about all those times he’d been back here hoping you'd be in town, playing out a thousand scenarios of what might’ve happened if you had been here. Most of them were of him ending up making love to you in his childhood bed. None of them were you turning up with a kid and telling him he was a father.

But for some reason he wouldn’t trade this with any of the scenarios he’d made up in his imagination. Even if it meant he couldn’t tell you how he felt about you. You’d come back into his life, hopefully permanently, and things were really good between you. He couldn’t risk fucking this up talking about love, or pressuring you into something you might not be ready for, or even want.

He’d think about you though. In his bed. Sometimes he’d imagine obscene things. Like if you were watching a movie with him in his family’s living room and you would climb on top of him in a little skirt. He’d pull your underwear to the side and you’d sink down onto his cock and ride him until you screamed his name and made a mess all over him.

Or he’d take you against his bedroom door. Holding you up against it, your legs wrapped around his waist, his cock reaching the deepest parts of you until your legs shook.

Most of the time, though, he’d think about laying you down on his bed and kissing your neck while he slowly undressed you. He’d worship you. He’d give every inch of your body attention. He’d say your name over and over like a mantra, and then he’d squeeze inside your warmth and fuck so slowly you begged him to either stop or go faster.

No matter the scenario, it always ended with him cumming in his hand and your name on his lips.

Gradually, you and Jisung started to spend time together without Livi, and Jisung noticed you were becoming more and more comfortable with being physically close to him. The hugs were becoming more frequent, you lingered more when saying goodbye, and when Jisung sat closer to you on the couch during a ‘grown up movie night’, you leaned into him and rested your head on his shoulder. He’d grown hard in his pants and he’d hoped you hadn’t noticed. He swore he saw your eyes linger on his lips too sometimes, and when he asked you to go on a stargazing picnic and you said yes, a glimmer of hope swirled around in his stomach.

————-

“Do you wanna know what the coolest thing about the moon is?” Jisung asked, looking up at the night sky.

You were both in the back of his Dad’s utility truck laying on a stack of exercise mats from the physio clinic. It was Spring now, and the nights were starting to be less cold, but it was still cool enough to need sweatpants, hoodies and a nest of blankets to keep snug.

You were laying next to him, snuggled under a blanket.

“What was that, Ji?” you hummed.

“Do you know what the coolest thing about the moon is?” He repeated.

You shook your head. “No. I don’t know.”

“That you hung it.” He whispered.

“Oh Ji!” You squealed and nudged his arm. “That was-”

“The corniest shit you’ve ever heard?” Jisung laughed but inside he was dying from cringe and his cheeks burned.

“I was going to say romantic, but corny works too.” You laughed.

He turned to look at you and found you gazing at him.

“Romantic? Huh?” He looked at you curiously.

“Yeah. In your own unique way.” You turned back to look at the sky and Jisung felt your fingers brush against his under the blanket. Bravely, Jisung threaded his fingers through yours. He was sure you could hear his heart beating. You sighed and nestled yourself against his side.

“Baby—” Fuck. “I mean, y/n. Sorry. Shit.” He hadn’t called you baby in years.

“It’s okay, Ji.” You soothed.

“Yeah?” He choked.

“Yeah.” You whispered.

He rolled onto his side propping himself up on his forearm and gazed down at you. You didn’t move. You just looked back up at him. You really did hang the moon.

“Say this is okay.” He whispered.

“That what’s okay, ji?” You purred.

“This.” He cupped your cheek and leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. He started so very slowly, and when he felt you melt into the kiss, he teased your lips with his tongue, seeking permission to deepen the kiss further. Your tongues danced together tenderly. The way your lips felt against his own, sent a rush of desire through his body. He brought his hand from your cheek to hold your waist and press his hardness against your leg. He wanted you to feel how much he burned for you. How badly he needed you.

You whimpered when you felt his erection and hooked your leg around him to bring his leg between yours, and you wrapped your arm around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you.

His hand snuck under your hoodie and shirt. Your skin was so soft and warm to the touch. “Is this still okay, baby.” He said with a raspy tone.

You answered with a grinding of your core against his leg, and a cute little whimper.

“You need to tell me what I’m allowed to do.”

You took his hand that was on your waist and pushed it to your waistband and hooked his fingers on it. “Absolutely anything you want.” You whispered. “I’m yours, Ji.”

“I wanna make love to you. Be inside you. But…”

“I’m on birth control.” You stated. “You know, just in case something happened… between us. So we don’t have an accident.”

Jisung pulled away and looked deep in your eyes. “I hope you know that I’ve never considered Livi to be an accident.” He said sincerely. “A Surprise? Yes.” He grinned “But never an accident.”

You beamed up at him in the way that always tugged on his heart. “I’m glad, because she’s the best thing we ever did together.”

“She is.” He agreed.

Jisung slowly peeled off your sweatpants and underwear and pulled the blanket up around you both as he began to kiss you again. His hand made its way to your inner thigh and you let out another pretty little sound. He gradually made his way up your leg and then slid a finger through your wetness. You were already so wet he could hardly believe it. His dick hardened even more than it already was, and it was absolutely throbbing to be inside you. He needed to bury himself inside your warm walls and soon, or he was going to cum untouched.

“Ji, please. I wanna feel you.” You reached for his waistband, and tugging it down enough to grasp his cock in your hand.

Jisung hissed through his teeth. “Baby, your hand… feels so good.” His eyes rolled back into his head.

“So does yours… oh—” you arched your back into him as he slid a finger inside you. “Ji…yes.” You pulled his face down to kiss him as he slowly fucked you with his fingers and you pumped his cock with your hand.

He peppered kisses down the side of your neck, and eventually he slowly withdrew his fingers, while you let go of his cock. You parted your legs to allow him to settle in between them.

“I love you, y/n. I’ve always loved you.” He declared. “I said it last time, do you remember?”

You nodded. “I remember.”

“I meant it then, and I still mean it now.”

“I love you too, Jisung. I have for as long as I can remember.” You said gripping his bicep and squeezing.

Jisung took hold of his cock and ran the tip through your lips several times and then pushed inside. You both groaned in relief.

“Is this okay, baby?” He moaned, pulling out and pushing back in. He felt like he was so deep inside you, your warm walls holding him tight while he made love to you the way he imagined so many times.

He hooked an arm under one of your legs to get an even deeper angle. “Ji… you feel…this feels…so good.” You cried, holding onto him tighter as he picked up the pace. “Please don’t stop.”

“I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m gonna fuck you like this every single day.” He promised.

You were soaking his cock, and as he continued to make love to you the noises coming from where you were both connected were becoming louder. You both had a sheen of sweat covering you foreheads. Jisung’s breath was becoming laboured as he neared his orgasm, but he wanted to make sure you came first. He slipped his hand between you to rub your swollen clit the way he remembered you showing him you how you liked it. You responded instantly, mumbling incoherently as you tensed up around him.

“Ji…I’m close… I’m so…I’m gonna…”

“Please cum for me. I’m so close too, baby.” He really didn’t know if you could even last another moment.

He felt you tense up, gripping his cock like a vice and then slowly pulsed around him. He watched your face as you came, thankful that he’ll be able to see you like this all the time from now on. He meant it. He was going to fuck you every day.

It was all too much seeing you come undone. “Fuck…I’m gonna cum, baby…where… wh—“

“In me, Ji…in me, please.” You cried.

That’s all Jisung needed to hear and he was filling you up, letting out a long growl as he emptied himself inside of you. Tears spilled from his eyes as he collapsed on top of you panting.

“Baby…I fucking love you so much. Please say you wanna be with me. Say you wanna give this a try? Be a family?” He looked at you hopefully.

“Yes. Yes, Ji. I want that so much.”

———

Jisung stopped at the lake to stretch his legs after a long day’s work.

This place always reminded him of you. As he walked along the shoreline he let his imagination take hold. In his mind you were walking beside him hand in hand, little Livi running ahead. He’d teach her to throw stones into the lake and he’d tell her all about what you and him were like as kids.

He’d bring her camping, and he’d bring you here for lunchtime picnics.

But it wasn’t just a fantasy. These were his plans.

He plopped down on a patch of grass and thought about what he always thought about when he was here.

The night he made love to you under the stars and you said you wanted to be a family.

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