neoktty

[neoktty]

i like the concept of jisung as a secret admirer! :) it'd be nice to see more if you want to write it, of course!

Work of art ♡|p.js

summary: jisung can’t believe he’s sitting next to you when he believes you should be in a museum instead.

pairing: secretadmirer!jisung x classmate!reader

genre: university au, secrets, one-sided love, drabble.

wc;???

notes: thanks for the feedback! I’ll definitely venture more into this. Feel free to give any more suggestions and writing feedback.💗

Initially jisung couldn't stand his art lecture. It droned on for hours, the teacher's bland voice dragging along as he explains various techniques and the histories behind each one. Jisung's head drooped occasionally, his eyes falling shut as his head falls onto the desk with a soft thud.

The sound of clothes rustling and a distinctive scent had him raising his head instantly, wide eyes darting to his right. It was you. Jisung's mouth went dry, inhaling your unique scent and taking in your features. Your beautiful complexion glowed even in the dull lighting of the lecture hall, long lashes curling upward with a small smile gracing your lips.

He must've been caught staring because you'd already sat down, staring at him with mild amusement and concern.

"Hello?" You blinked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you studied his expression. Jisung rubbed a hand over his face, embarrassment sinking into his bones-- god he wanted the floor to swallow him whole at that moment.

"I'm sorry..I was just-" He swallows, willing himself to calm down. The ravenette takes a deep breath, the redness from his cheeks disappears. Jisung opens his eyes again, "Yeah sorry, are you a new student?" He asked, hoping to see more of you. Get to know you, everything about you that is.

His fingers itched to touch yours, the digits twitching against his sketchbook. Jisung's gaze flick from your manicured hands to your amused grin and he curses himself internally for staring again.

"Yeah, I just picked this class because I needed an art credit and my last art lecture sucked." You sighed, adjusting the sweater that had shifted down your shoulder. Jisung's eyes tracked the movement, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips.

What did your skin feel like? Was it soft? Did it smell even better up close? The poor boy didn't know what to do with himself. He opts to face the front, his broad shoulders slightly hunched as he leans his head on his palm. "That's a bummer I guess..but at least you're here right? It'll be a much better experience." He says with a shy smile, cheeks dusting pink.

You think it's cute, his shy demeanor contrasts with his towering size. You can't help but be endeared by his friendly but hesitant approach toward you. "Yeah, maybe we can be friends? We could work on projects and things together." You suggest with a polite smile, eyes soft and hopeful.

Jisung feels a shiver slide down his spine at the thought of getting closer to you. He has to physically restrain himself from doing something stupid, "Yeah that sounds good. I-I'm jisung. Park jisung." He introduces himself, voice slightly shaky from his nerves..well excitement but you don't know that.

"Nice to meet you jisung, I'm ___." You smile, reaching your hand out to shake his.

Jisung's sweaty hand dwarfs yours as he takes it, giving it a gentle squeeze and shaking it, "Pleasure is mine." He says smoother than he thought he could. He takes a moment to think and take you in, 'she's a work of art'.

However, he didn't register that his lips were moving for real. "She's a work of art."

You pause, looking around obliviously before glancing back up at him. "Who?"

Jisung thanks god that you're oblivious.

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“Yeah, I remember.”♡₊˚|p.js

summary: jisung accidentally reveals that he knows more than he should about you.

pairing: secretadmirer!jisung x classmate!reader

genre: university au, secrets, humor, one-sided love, drabble.

wc;???

notes: thank you guys for reading even though they’re pretty mid😔🥀

“Ji? Jisung.” You called out to the boy a third time. Your hand raises to cup your own face, feeling the skin to make sure nothing was on it. “Jisung!” You whisper shout again, waving a hand in front of his face.  He flinched, eyes snapping to meet your concerned gaze. Jisung gives a crooked smile, his pupils slightly dilated as his gaze dart down to your lips. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

Jisung was a little strange. You met him at the beginning of your semester in your art class. He was very shy but sweet. He didn't seem strange at first, hesitantly initiating conversations and occasionally sitting by you during lectures. Weeks passed and you two became pretty good friends and great project partners.

Days of studying at libraries and coffee shops blossomed the friendship. Not only was it fun to have an art buddy, but work also got done quicker, so nobody was complaining. However, you began to notice some strange behavior from jisung. His staring. It wasn't like he was looking at you, it was as if he was looking through you. He never stopped until you snapped him out of it, laughing it off and saying something about him being tired. But what about your things missing? Little trinkets like your keychains and half bitten pencils vanished. Jisung was clueless, surely he wouldn't know where your things are.

"Ji?" Jisung could hear your voice calling out to him but so were your lips. The same lips that had bitten the edge of those pencils that he'd stolen 3 weeks ago. The same lips he'd drawn in his sketchbook using the pink wooden pencil he'd stolen from you. He snapped out of it once you waved your hand in his face, instinctively inhaling the scent of your hand cream that lingered in the air. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" Jisung asks with a crooked smile, unable to control his expression.

"I said I can't believe I keep losing my stuff! I've wasted so much money replacing the stuff I've lost." You sulked, sinking further into the coffee shop booth. Jisung sighs, "I mean pencils are pretty easy to lose."

"Pencils?" You perked up, gaze snapping to jisung's oblivious face. Jisung nods, "Yeah pencils, those pink ones you like." You freeze, scrambling for memories of you telling him about losing your pencils.

"You remember that?" You ask, tone going up a pitch. Jisung shrugs and glances up at you through his dark fringe, "Yeah, I remember."

You and jisung lock eyes for what feels like a whole minute, "I never told you that."

Jisung freezes, his fingers halting the tapping he was doing on the table. He swallows thickly, "I know."

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You know that I’m watching, and you like it.|n.jm

summary: you and jaemin have been on the wrong foot since university started. You swear jaemin has been plotting on you and you have no clue why. That’s for him to know and for you to find out.

pairing: enemy!jaemin x bullied!reader

genre: angst, enemies to lovers, tension, drabble.

warnings: suggestive, jealousy, mentions of verbal abuse, misunderstandings.

wc;???

notes: omg my first post! I didn’t know what to write so I’m just posting this to see how it floats! Please give suggestions and tips!🤍

That's the second time this week he's done that.

You're talking to your friends about future plans to meet up and parties that are coming up when you see it; his eyes pierce you from across the dining hall of the university, searching your expression and reading your lips nosily. It's jaemin, of course it's him.

Ever since you'd turned him down freshman year he's been hovering over you ever since. He's always there, his lingering scent and nasally voice seeping into your void from the background. It's like he's close to invading but never breaching the threshold of your personal circle. For the past two years you've been minding your business. You keep to yourself and stay on top of your academics. You're not really popular but you're not totally unknown either. Untouchable was the word, always polite and intelligent but kept everyone at arm's length, even your closest friends.

You're beautiful, your aura and unique appearance became the topic of many conversations across campus. This led to the na jaemin to acknowledge you.

Jaemin is quite popular on campus, his good looks and athleticism got him far on the ranks of people's hearts. He'd come to believe that whatever he wanted, he could have. Soon you would learn that that means you too.

Ever since you left him standing on the porch of that NCU frat house that night, he'd been secretly loathing you. Jaemin couldn't stand the fact that he couldn't have you. He knew he was attractive and he knew he was your type, he had to be. The way you looked up at him through your eyelashes and the way you responded to him with airy and light answers confirmed his thoughts. But the rejection...the rejection was a slap in the face. Your actions completely contrasted with the words that spilled from your lips; "I'm sorry, I just can't right now."

Since then he'd made it a mission to make sure that nobody gets too close to you. From watching you across the room to scaring off men from hitting on you. Anyone close to you gained a nasty side eye from Jaemin, sharp responses and biting insults. Because if he can't have you, no one will.

You were aware of this but you tried your best to ignore it. You could feel his presence everywhere, hot breath fanning against your neck and the scent of linen and cologne washing over your senses. You can't help but flush every time he glances your way, his lips quirking upward and his pretty eyes sparking with something dangerous yet enticing.

"You know that I'm watching, and you like it." Jaemin's large hand braces itself on your shoulder, pink lips brushing against your ear as he whispers. With a final pat on the shoulder he removes his hand with a drag and walks off into the crowd of bustling students.

Your body stiffened, lips parting as a shuddering exhale left your lips. While watching him walk away, the voices of your confused and concerned friends filter out into static. Yeah, you like it.

[neoktty]

Greetings, you can call me Nu! I’m 18 years old and love everything pink and girly! My pronouns are she/her and I’m also a woc, so I’m all about inclusivity!彡

I’m a beginner writer that’s interested in writing for nct 127 and dream! Please feel free to give writing tips, requests and recommendations!🎀🎀