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[haespoir]

[ 9:02pm ]

now playing: mmmh - kai

“...seven and eight,” you count, your eyes sharp on his figure in the mirror. it had been two hours since the allotted time for jisung to learn this choreography had ended. but when you noticed his lack of attention, you offered to stay for a few more hours in order to sharpen the details. 

after all, the male had gone to extreme lengths to hire you for help with this performance. he started with joining your classes at the studio to catch your attention; he had been seen at 4 of your classes at this point. and then he started mentioning how much he admired your work as a dancer on numerous occasions. and when that wasn’t enough, he begged his company to contact you. 

if there was something jisung wanted, he got it. and you being his new choreographer seemed to be one of those things on that short list.

“you’re missing the and count,” you say, going through the eight count with him again. on seven your fingers ghost under his chin. and then they’re gone by the time you count to eight. but jisung shies away from the way your fingers briefly press into his jaw on the and count; he avoids eye contact, and his ears are burning red.

you can only smile at his shy demeanor. it wasn’t like you were the one who chose the song; it was his own idea. he was dead set on performing this, stating that he wanted to show fans a different side of him. 

“you can’t be shy like this on stage,” you tease, laughing at the way he seemed to shrink at your words. “we’ll run it from the top.” 

you should have known that the second the music started he would become a different person. as a dancer yourself, you know that the dedication to a performance will always outweigh any feeling of embarrassment. it’s like he flipped a switch, his gaze piercing as he dances. jisung dances as if it’s the most natural thing for him to do, and when you approach him for the split second of physical contact in the choreography, you can hear him mumbling the lyrics. 

“because i’m wicked, i want to take all of your heart.” 

his fingers wrap around your own when your hand grazes his jaw, and he guides them to his lips, pressing a kiss against the pads of your fingers before letting you go. you can’t look away from his hooded gaze in the mirror. it’s as if he’s knocked the air out of your chest in an instant.

jisung always got what he wanted, and in that moment, he wanted you so desperately.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[5:51 pm]

(cw: accidental/unexpected pregnancy, pregnant reader, implications of past sex, "fucked")

Stupid, stupid, stupid. You have never felt more stupid than you have in this moment. You feel sick, anxious, overwhelmed, sweaty, and maybe just a tiny hint of excitement. And what a horrible mix of emotions to feel while sitting on the toilet.

The tiny plus was very bold but barely visible with how much your hands were shaking and the tears gathering in your lash line. Oh, you were going to be sick. More sick than you had been for last 2 weeks. You were able to explain maybe 3 days of it, since you'd gotten some food from a really sketchy stand, but then the sick feeling lasted longer than you could blame food poisoning for. On top of the fact that the sickness persisted after you'd only eaten crackers and water for a couple days.

It really should have been some kind of indicator when your friends told you that the food they had eaten didn't make them sick, but you weren't ready to face any other possibilities at that time. 3 weeks later, here you were

There's a knock on the bathroom door and you hear Jisung call out, "uhhh are you ok?"

You wipe your tears and clear your throat, "y-yeah I'm fine."

"Can I come in? That last round sounded pretty bad," Jisung asks and you can hear his nerves. Nerves because for 3 weeks you've been sick everyday and refuse to go to the doctor when he asks you too.

You must have stayed silent for too long, too busy overthinking like you had been for the last 10 minutes, because he comes in. You scramble to hide the pregnancy test behind your back, the worst hiding place ever, and he sends you a look as if to ask you what you're hiding.

You smile and you hope it comes off reassuringly but your heartbeat is pounding in your ears, "it's nothing!"

"I didn't say anything so now I know you're hiding something. You can tell me or I can start digging," he retorts with a subtle squint of his eyes.

That's all it takes to break the dam. You start sobbing and hyperventilating, telling him you don't even know how it could have happened, that you're sorry, and you beg him not to leave you. Jisung can barely understand you through all your sobbing and his focus right now is getting you to take deep breaths. He pays no mind to the pregnancy test in your hand while he sets it on the counter beside you. He pulls you into his hold and rubs a calming hand up and down your back, "breathe with me."

Listening to the sound of his heartbeat and feeling of his chest rising and falling, you eventually calm down. He cups your face and wipes away your tears before passing you a tissue to wipe your face. He sends you a soft smile, "do you want to tell me what happened now?"

Your voice sounds weak and breaks as you gesture to the stick he set on the counter, "just look for yourself. We fucked up."

Jisung grabs the stick and almost drops it when he realized what it is and more importantly what it shows. It shows a bold, tiny blue plus sign. A tiny sign that means so much but looks so little. His voice is caught in his throat, "b-but how did this happen? We're so careful."

You let out a wail and he realizes maybe he shouldn't have said that. He clears his throat, "I just mean we use condoms! We always use condoms..." Then he thinks back on all your various passionate encounters and his face unintentionally blushes while thinking back on you great moments together in bed, only interrupted when you smack him because you know him well enough to know what he's thinking about.

He shakes his head and coughs, "I guess there was that time like six weeks ago when you were very excited and we did more than usual."

"Oh? Just me?! Mr. Dancing is good for my stamina, baby," you ask sarcastically while mocking his voice.

Jisung laughs, it's laugh of relief and even happiness, "Baby," he presses his forehead to yours and looks you right in the eye, "we're going to be just fine. I'm not leaving you. Ever."

-

a/n: I honestly always feel so iffy about writing for Jisung bc in my head he's like a baby (he's 2 years younger than me) but I love how this came out

[ronjunnie]

JISUNG FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

SERIES

arcane @neonacity

ONESHOTS

sweeter than honey (30.5k) @luvdsc

let me teach you how to smash (m) (22k) @ofjunemoment

the ukiyo standalone; (20k) @simpsiren

8 letters (18.2k) @xiaodejunletsact

the dragon's happily ever after (17.4k) @starlightkun

are you e.t? no i'm j.s (16k) @alicanta77

oh boy (15.3k) @starlightkun

this december (m) @taexoxosgf

presenting (m) @loudstan

arcade (m) (3.5k) @sincerelyneo

your child is at register 7 (2.5k) @huangels

pushed away (1.5k) @jenonctcity

dance practice (1.4k) @martiniblues

drunk jisung is clingy... and kiss-driven (1.3k) @asteroidsung

sickening love. @chuubbles

testing... (m) @heyjwi

wisdom teeth @xiracs

small hands @lee-aveyourmark

TIMESTAMPS

2:07 am @doliest

2:19 pm @peanutpinet

5:46 pm @hinaaspanda

8:01 am @dawn-in-neocity

9:47 am @donghyuckdarling

10:20 pm @zchl

[markiemelon]

chewing gum

genre fluff ! no warnings

pairings jisung x gn!reader

— 1:23 pm ˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚

you’d had your eye on this cute boy in your class for a while now.

park jisung was the boy that everyone had an eye for. he was good looking, smart, funny, sweet, and he always shared his gum.

“jisung, can i have some gum” somebody asked, then another, and another.

you didn’t really see the appeal of jisung’s gum, but you were curious to understand. you approached the crowd of people surrounding the popular boy’s desk, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the class celebrity. after a minute of staring, you built up the courage to say something. “can…” you stuttered. “i have a piece of gum?”

your sudden interruption took the attention away from jisung and heads turned to face you.

jisung raised his eyebrows at your request. “sorry. im all out.” he regretted to tell you.

your face was pink with embarrassment and you slowly backed yourself away from the table, so the group just went back to talking. “so jisung. do you like anybody?”

“yeah, i do, actually.” he responded.

hearing that, you figured you should just give up on him now before you try too hard and get hurt.

the next morning you walked into class and you couldn’t believe what was sitting on your desk. it was a stick of jisung’s gum. you gently lifted it up and unfolded it, and there was something written on it.

the inside of the wrapper read:

yn, sorry i didnt have any gum for you yesterday… i hope this makes up for it.

- jisung

you couldn’t stop smiling. you looked around the room to spot jisung, and you found him already smiling at you from his desk.

for the rest of the day, you couldn’t look at jisung without feeling shy.

the next morning you walked into class to see yet another shiny wrapper on top of your desk.

you immediately went to open it up, and you found another message inside:

will you go out with me?

no = ignore this

yes = blow a bubble

- jisung ♡

as much as your heart was fluttering, you started to panic. you’ve never been able to blow bubbles with your gum, and it seems like jisung was expecting a response soon. he was eying you from his desk on the other side of the room, you even made eye contact with him. you just smiled awkwardly, tucked the wrapper into your bag and popped the gum into your mouth.

the gum was flavorless at this point, but you still had to blow that bubble. at the end of the day, you hadn’t figured it out yet, but jisung approached you.

“hi yn.”

“hi.”

“sorry if I made you uncomf-”

“jisung.”

“—yeah?”

“how do i blow a bubble?”

he smiled.

thank you for reading 🫧 reqs always open

[polarisjisung]

JISUNG BF TEXTS

PAIRINGS: jisung × fem!reader

WARNINGS: swearing, use of petnames, jealousy

NOTES: finally back to posting ‼️ (not coming back with a bang but spare me please 🙏)

[jsbluu]

left on seen | chapter 2: 13 reasons why

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➨ a/n: 2nd chapter finished woooo!! i am so stupid i kept writing chenle's part as jeno's.. thank god i realized before i published any other chapters. speaking of chapters.. these are getting a little long (oops) let me know if you guys prefer longer or shorter chapters! thank you for reading and let me know if you want to join the taglist :p

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[donghyuckdarling]

[9:47 am] Jisung blushes shyly, trying not to smile when he sees you walk into the room, but how can he help but smile when everything you do is so cute? Every moment you're around Jisung he patiently waits for you to notice him, eyes shining and full of hope. Today you wave at him, smiling widely. Jisung loves your smile, seeing you so happy, and he feels like his heart might fall out of his chest if you look at him like that again.

[jukipptx]

jisung is so shy that when he buys you a present he wears it himself first, waits for you to notice and then gifts it to you pretending that that wasn’t the plan from the beginning.

“ji, that necklace is so pretty omg.” you noticed the tiny dainty flower pendant on his neck, it was pink, which wasn’t his favorite color, but it actually looked really pretty on him. he tried to hide his smile because his plan was working as usual.

“here,” jisung started taking it off “you can have it. it’ll probably look prettier on you.” he put it on you himself, his freezing and shaky hands slightly touching the back of your neck, you chuckled thinking about how he thought you haven’t noticed by now how this was his strategy all along. did he think of you as dumb? this was the 12th time he did this!!!

“you need to stop doing this, jisung.” you walked away pretending to be mad, though you weren’t of course. you didn’t see him getting all flustered and worried and shy and red and about to cry because he thinks he messed up big time (he didn’t you love him).

[philly-interlude]

[11:51 AM]

"have you ever thought of leaving her?"

"...why do you ask?"

"i'm asking you a question"

"...sometimes-"

you heard two men chatting behind the slightly opened door of the rooftop, surely it was your boyfriend jisung and his bestfriend.

your hands grip the handles, hesitating whether you'll go there or nah, well you don't wanna interrupt their chattering.

you didn't hear the next words coming from his mouth as you left downstairs with the lunch tight on your arms, you didn't know why you left though your mind tells you to listen more of it.

he thought of leaving me sometimes? am i too much for him...or am i not enough...?

you have now overthink

on your way down, you bumped with ara—jisung's ex-crush which is also your... bestfriend? maybe.

"oh? y/n, be careful you have lunch with you, is that for jisung?" she smirked teasingly as she lifted her brow teasing you more, but honestly, it doesn't give you butterflies on your stomach.

without a word, you smiled and just nodded respectfully knowing she's the president of your class lol, "well i have to go somewhere sorry" she was about to say something but you ran from her not wanting to speak more.

oh god how you despised listening to her speaking his name in front of you, you despised how she acts in front of your boyfriend when she borrows his bike, how you despise her in every way whenever she interacts with jisung.

you were never jealous, but when it comes to both of them, jealousy flares anywhere. you just wanna cry and curl up like a baby thinking that they both have feelings for each other but you trust jisung, you love him.

unknown to you, you were crying already from the thought of them having conversations behind your back, but you know she won't betray you because she already has her man, so why cry over jisung cheating with ara? that's just stupid.

or maybe it was just the stereotype that jisung would cheat with her since he liked her before and that he also has a photo with her that we willingly took and posted it on social media with 70 reactions with the caption "true love is with the president" and just- but he hasn't done that with you.

in addition to that, his mother has seen it and more people did, too, especially his and her relatives and close friends and that hurt you more now.

you don't like overreacting when it comes to this but you fished your phone from your skirt pocket and went to your social deleting the highlight you had with both of you and jisung.

"that's radioactive jealousy you have there my friend" a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts and hid the screen of your phone hastily, it was too late as you looked up and saw jisung's bestfriend raising his eyebrows with a small smile towards you.

you stood up and rolled your eyes on him, "shut up, where's jisung?" you plainly asked. he crossed his arms in front of you with a stoic gaze, "you were just sobbing about him and then you're finding him now? the fuck is that mood"

"just answer me"

"nuh-uh let's go somewhere else for you to clear your mind, crying about him and finding him after your rage won't help for the sake of your peace-"

you interrupted him with your index finger touching his lips shutting him up as you inhaled gritting your teeth, "fine let's go" you went past through him and he followed like a dog behind you.

a voice oh-so-familiar caught your ears and halted both you and jisung's friend's steps, him almost bumping into you letting out a small 'ow'

"y/n!" it's jisung, obviously, but he isn't the one that caught your attention- "see i told you we shouldn't walk this path y/n you're so hard-headed-" jisung's bestfriend whispered annoyingly beside you.

you wanna furrow your eyebrows but you don't want to give a negative impression towards your boyfriend especially since it's the only free time you can be with him.

"hi sungie" you hugged each other as you trained your eyes to ara, of course she went with her 'cutie patootie' persuasion just to borrow your boyfriend's bike again.

might as well smell the seat of your bike after she sits on it. your evil side spoke but you shook your head not wanting to be mad and jealous again, you have the worst personality when you get jealous, you know that so you limit your craziness to prevent...homicide.

"have you eaten yet?" jisung asked, "no" you briefly but straightforwardly answered. "attitude, miss" he deadpanned, "what's with you again?" questioned him.

"nothing lol" you giggled and pinched his cheeks and was about to go away from his arms and tell some invalid reasons yet he gripped your arms tightly but softly forcing you to stay with him, that man's dead serious and he ain't ballin'.

jisung pulled you somewhere hidden (a/n: it's not what you think it is-) and cornered you on the wall, he looked at you dead in the eye, "go on what's with the attitude? i know you y/n don't trip me" he lowly said.

but you're a bit prideful, "you know me? then you gotta know when to avoid people i despise too, i'm not being possessive, i honestly don't care sung but when it comes to her it's a different story.

it's a fucking different feeling because i feel like you still have those sparks on your eyes whenever you look at her whenever she speaks to you like- whenever...i don't know i can't trust you with her, i am jealous, of course i admit that i hate everything you did to her that you didn't do to me...i-

i hate to think that you liked her more before than you do to me as your...girlfriend", your knees went weak and eventually gave up from being overwhelmed, you hate crying in front of him over a small thing.

he went down you slowly, his glittery eyes looking at you sadly, but the words that came out from his mouth surprised you.

"you're overreacting again" he pulled you close to him and brought you back to the classroom.

[dawn-in-neocity]

[8:01am]

the morning light peeks through your bedroom curtains, highlighting jisung’s features. his hair falls messily in front of his forehead and you can’t resist the urge to gently brush the strands away from his eyes. his nose creates a perfect slope that leads down to his puffed out, pink lips.

you know he’s awake when he shifts closer to you, making the sheets fall to his waist. he sighs contently when you take the opportunity to gently drag your nails down his bare back.

“i could do this everyday,” jisung murmurs, pressing a lazy kiss into your collar bones and slinging an arm around your hips, effectively trapping you with him until the late hours of the morning.

[nominzn]

[01:52am]

a música da festa lá dentro já não fazia mais sentido aos teus ouvidos, porque os lábios de jisung queimavam a pele do seu pescoço, ardia como brasa. não conseguia compreender como o menino tão doce e inocente para os outros sabia exatamente o que fazer, e onde fazer, pra te deixar ainda mais louca por ele. 

esse, por sua vez, se tornava mais corajoso a cada respiração entrecortada que escapava da tua boca. conhecendo teus pontos fracos melhor do que ninguém, o mais alto repetia com determinação as ações que te desmontavam. se fosse pra te ouvir sussurrar seu nome como súplicas ao pé do ouvido, ele não teria dó. 

“jisung,” arquejou, molinha nos braços de seu amor. “vai marcar de novo.” completou num falso protesto. ouviu o namorado rir fraco, sentindo-o ofegar contra sua clavícula. 

“como se você não gostasse, princesa.” 

ao enfatizar o apelido carinhoso e presentear a menor com uma mordidinha no lóbulo, observou os arrepios se espalharem pelo corpo dela. 

tuas mãos delicadas iniciaram um caminho pelo peitoral definido e foram até a barra da blusa branca. devagar, teus dedos se encontraram com o abdômem firme que estava por baixo da peça para deixar arranhões gentis, mas que rogavam por mais proximidade. como se fosse possível. 

ouvindo teus pensamentos, jisung envolveu novamente suas bocas num beijo lento, cheio de intimidade. você não pôde resistir à vontade e mordiscou seu lábio inferior, sugando devagarinho só pra provocá-lo, ao mesmo tempo que teus dedos se perderam nos fios escuros e puxaram com vontade, obtendo um suspiro satisfeito como recompensa. 

dois sorrisos se misturaram no beijo intenso, as mãos grandes do menino acariciavam a carne de forma indecisa, queria tudo para si ao mesmo tempo.

mal ouviram a voz do amigo, que quase teve de gritar por cima do som alto para tirá-los do transe em que estavam. “JISUNG, CARALHO!” renjun berrou, já sem paciência. finalmente, os dois se separaram e olharam na direção do terceiro. 

“porra, ‘tô chamando tem anos.” ralhou com olhar de reprovação. 

“é melhor ter uma boa razão pra ter me interrompido, na moral.” 

“vai querer carona?” 

“tu só pode estar de sacanagem.” jisung declarou incrédulo, puto da vida. você apenas admirava o rostinho irado, escondendo a risada com um aperto de lábios. “vaza daqui, cara.” 

assistiram renjun sair depressa e o olhar do menino voltou para você, que deixou escapar o riso teimoso. “onde a gente tava mesmo?” ele perguntou travesso, sedento pra voltar ao conforto dos seus beijos. 

[hinaaspanda]

[5:46pm] p.js

“You know, I never realized how short you actually are, y/n!” Park Jisung probed, testing you like a dummy poking a sleeping bear with a stick. It was as if your paitence was a ticking bomb; it was going to blow if your beloved best friend didn’t have the conicous to stop.

“Hahaha, very funny,” You scowled, watching Jisung as he grinned in pride, his eyes folding into the crescent moons you were so familiar with. You folded your arms, speeding past the boy and his irritating ability of teasing.

But alas, Jisung was anything but wrong when it came to your height. So, it didn’t take him much to catch up to you. Not with his gigantic legs, anyways. A tugging sensation lands on your wrist before you’re flung around, landing just inches before a very close up view of Park Jisung’s chest.

“No, seriously! I think you’re only, like, up to my nose!” You feel his palm graze the crown of your head, shuffling your hair as he measures your lack of height. Your brain finally realizes where exactly you were at the moment; standing only a few inches apart from Park Jisung. Only a sliver of space hung between your face and his adam's apple. Your breath hitched, never feeling this sensation before. Why was your stomach swirling at its pit? Why was the skin around your cheeks flaring up? It was just Jisung, teasing you as usual.

So what was different this time?

Clearing your throat, you swat his hand away. You were probably just coming down with some form of cold, that’s all. You shoot a glare at the lanky boy. “You’re so annoying, you know that!”

“And you’re cute when you're mad,” Jisung suddenly hums, winking. It did way more than catch you off guard. Your stomach swirled more, the whirlpool moving up to your chest. What was going on?

You watched as Jisung ran a hand through his hair, his eyes practically burning through you as your two figures continued down the trail back home. You fiddled with your backpack strap, never in a million years expecting what Park Jisung was about to say.

“It’s not all bad, you know. Some guys really dig it when a girl’s short. You’re probably the ideal type of, like, a bazillion different guys!”

You scoff, rolling your eyes to the sky as you cross your arms in denial. “Oh yeah? Name one.”

“Easy,” Jisung shoves his hands in his pockets, two grand steps placing him in front of you. He pauses, pivoting to look back at you.

“Me."

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

the newlywed series- first time using Mr. and Mrs. Park

newlywed!Jisung x f!wife!reader

summary: Hours into your first full day as newlyweds and you both just can’t get over the butterflies that flutter that come with being the new Mr. And Mrs. Park

word count: ~1.5k

the newlywed series

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Jisung’s hand was gripped tightly in your own. He wishes he could say the nerves and sweaty palms had stopped right after the wedding ceremony but all his feelings were high today and there was no calming them down. It was a rush of intense happiness and nerves, not even close to calming down as the day went on- at least that’s what he thought. He was nervous getting ready that morning, nervous as he stood at the end of the aisle, and emotional as he saw you make your way towards him looking like the woman straight out of his dreams. Sitting in the back of the limo that took you both to the reception, it was a huge tidal wave of calmness that gently overtook him. He couldn’t even remember why he was nervous or really any emotion besides happy at any point in the day. You had both successfully gotten through your vows and not tripped down the aisle, the hard part of the day was over, you had gotten married. He was a married man. A happily married man.

Now, it was time to party. Well, as soon as you made your entrance to the party that is. He could tell you were nervous about the entrance too, despite the huge smile that hadn’t left your face all day. A smile that mirrored his own. While yes, it was the happiest day of both your lives, it was also nerve wracking to have this much attention on you for so long. It was a day that was solely about the two of you and your new, legally official union.

He gave your hand a comforting squeeze as the DJ began to play your entrance song before announcing, “Help me welcome- for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Park!”

Jisung swore his heart stopped for a moment. Mr. and Mrs. Park. You were Mrs. Park. His wife. He was still stuck in a daze when you tugged on his hand to make your entrance, welcoming the applause and cheers from all your loved ones that filled the room.

He was still stuck in the same lovesick daze as you both made your rounds greeting your guests and thanking them for coming. He really was useless just standing there, hand in hand, not contributing to any of the congratulatory conversations. He was unable to do anything but smile and thank the guests while you stood and made friendly conversation for the two of you. Then he watched you float around the dance floor as you danced with your nieces and friends. You looked like a vision, an angel, spinning around beaming with your arms thrown up in joy, truly the girl right of his dreams. He hadn’t even taken a second look around the room that had been completely transformed to reflect exactly what you had both described and shown to your wedding planner, or acknowledge that the DJ had only been playing songs that held special meaning in your relationship so far. He was stuck in a dream, a daze that fully revolved around you, his wife.

He was sitting beside his uncle when he heard it again, Mrs. Park, and he couldn’t stop the smile from taking over his face. It was as if he hadn’t ever thought that this was something that would happen. Which he of course knew would happen, the new pair of names had been stamped at the back of the save the date cards that had been sent out almost a year ago and was the header for your wedding website. It hadn’t felt real then, it was just a combination of letters that had changed meaning as soon as the wedding had happened. A new meaning that paired perfectly with the person that carried the name, you. 

He smiled at you when you crashed into the chair next to him, a smile on your face even though you were breathless from all your dancing. “Mr. Park, when are you going to join your wife for a dance?” You asked with an arched brow.

Jisung choked on the water he had just taken a sip from, a sip to distract him from your bright smile that rivaled the brilliance of the diamond on your left ring finger. He cleared his throat, “I thought we were supposed to wait for the first dance.”

You rolled your eyes, “That doesn’t mean you can’t dance in my general vicinity. Everytime I look at you I see you just sitting here in your own little world. Are you feeling alright?”

“Of course I am, today is the happiest day of my life,” he reassures you quickly, “I’ve just been thinking.”

“Oooh second thoughts?” You joke.

“Don’t say that! It’s a little embarrassing actually,” Jisung struggles, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smile once again, easing some of his nerves, “Come on Jisung, it’s me, Mrs. Park.” 

He blushes even more if possible, “That’s it. It’s kind of driving me crazy that you’re Mrs. Park- in a good way! Like I can’t believe it. Of course I knew it was going to happen, but it’s reality now, not just a thought or words or a combination of letters anymore. I’ve heard a few people refer to us as Mr. and Mrs. Park, and you calling yourself Mrs. Park, I love it. Marrying you was exactly what I wanted a little too soon after I met you, if I'm being honest. It’s like a dream come true. I don’t know when I’ll get used to it, or if I ever will.”

“I hope you do, it would be a little weird to see you freeze every time you hear it. People might start to get concerned,” you chuckle playfully before confessing, “It feels weird for me too, you know. The wedding has been a complete dream and everything has been absolutely perfect, but this new reality for us is even better.”

Jisung took your hand in his own, sighing contentedly. Today was amazing, a preview for the beginning of the rest of your lives together. He was happy to see you dazzle in your white dress, happy to see you dance, happy to see you mingle, but even happier to see how well life with you as his wife was going to turn out. 

He loved seeing how well you got along with his family, kissing the cheeks of his aunts he always found to be a little too chatty, wiping the sticky hands of his cousin’s kids, and inviting his grandparents to dance. It warmed his heart and made it race at the same time, seeing how well you meshed with his family. Well, now it was your family too. He had loved seeing the way you welcomed his family even before you were both engaged, it showed him how well you would fit for the future. Now, he was here. The day of his wedding- with you- right by his side like he always knew you would be. 

He remembered thinking early on, too early he thought, that he couldn’t wait to marry you. He would never tell you that he knew about a month in that you were the only person he would ever want to spend the rest of his life with. He begged his parents not to tell you after he confessed that he had never felt this way and asked them for advice. He remembers that conversation vividly, it was after a date and he had just gotten home. He asked his parents how they knew they were the one for each other and was it possible he was feeling that too early on? 

“She’s a great girl, when you know you know. You don’t have to try and fight it,” his dad simply shrugged. And Jisung was happy to say he never did try to fight his love. Even when he felt it was too early to confess he showed you in other ways. Remembering little things about you like your take out orders, bringing you flowers, cheering you up when you were sad, making an effort to spend time with you despite your busy schedules- showing you he loved you was always something he did. Jisung would never regret it, ever, because it led to him being here with you right now. In a horrible tuxedo, matching wedding bands, and the love of his life right by his side. He was so glad he never tried to fight the love he had for you.

“You’re getting lost again, my love,” he heard you, paired with a gentle squeeze of his hand.

He heard the DJ say something into the microphone that he didn’t quite catch and the crowd on the dance floor started to trickle back to their seats. 

He faintly heard a familiar song start, before he saw you stand, “Can I have this dance, Mr. Park?”

Jisung stood, guiding you to the now empty dance floor, the song filling the room was the song you had both chosen as the song for your first dance. He nodded, joining you in the center of the dance floor as he grasped your hands and pulled you close to his chest, “I’d do anything for you, Mrs. Park.”

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[doliest]

02:07 AM

genre fluff, pairing boyfriend!jisung x reader

the wind during this time at night is cold against your skin. your sleepwear does nothing to help you feel warmer. jisung, on the other hand, looks rather comfortable in his hoodie and sweats. ‘good for him,’ you think, as you’re practically shivering on the balcony.

you’re not even sure why you’re out here at this time. all you know is that jisung dragged you by the hand outside while you were peacefully on your phone. it seems he noticed the confused look on your face as he gives you an answer. “i knew you were having trouble sleeping, so i thought we could just stare at the stars.” there’s a goofy smile on his face, one that always makes you melt.

“i could even talk to you about all my theories about space, not that you haven’t heard all of them before. you know, so i could bore you and get you to fall asleep.” he chuckles, leaning on ledge of the balcony. the light of the moon reflects on his eyes. you look at him in utter admiration.

you lean on the ledge next to him, trying to ignore the cold metal of it touching your arm. “your space talk never bores me, no matter how many times you tell me about it,” you assure him. he looks at you as if you were a shooting star in the dark sky. “really?”

at this point, jisung has noticed how cold you are. he takes off his hoodie for you to wear, which you gladly accept. he wraps his arms around you for good measure. you return the hug, enjoying his warmth. “yes, really. come on, tell me about the aliens again.”

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[markiemelon]

hi!! ive actually been reading your work for a long time but i never had the courage to actually request..

i was wondering if you could write for jisung! im a sucker for his deep voice *sobs* so could you write some something with jisung's deep voice? like him teasing you in the morning or reader comforting him when hes crying or smth idk HAHA

i really love your writings and i wanted to say thank you for comforting me when im down.

ilyyy!

ilysm anon :’) im so happy that you requested such a cute idea! thank you for your sweet message ♡

genre fluff . no warnings!

parings jisung x gn!reader

—9:35am˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

“jisung.” you cooed “jiiiiisuuuung.” you were determined to get your boyfriend!jisung up early today.

he looked so peaceful. “hmmm” he hummed lowly.

“jisung wake up.”

he lifted his head slightly off the pillow and looked at you with half-open eyelids. “good morning yn.” he said softly.

you swooned over his deep voice. you felt shy all of a sudden and covered your face with your hands.

“what’s wrong?” jisung reached for your hands, but you shook him away.

“nothing is wrong. you just..”

jisung raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to finish your sentence.

“you just make nervous.” you said quietly.

jisung smiled. “i make you nervous? how?”

“your voice.”

“my voice?” jisung continued to tease you.

“ynnnnn.” jisung said in an especially deep voice.

“stop jisung you’re doing this on purpose.”

he wrapped his lanky arms around your back and hugged you tightly, looking down at you in his arms. “you try. try to talk as deep as i do.”

you laughed at his request. “okay..”

you tilted your head down and mustered up all the strength you had in your throat, nearly straining your vocal chords, but barely a whisper came out.

jisung threw his head back laughing. he adored you.

you couldn’t help but notice how his adam’s apple moved when he laughed. curiously, you took a closer look and tapped it. “how do you do that?” you said.

flustered, he put his hand on his neck, where you had just touched. “you’re very cute, yn.”

hope you enjoyed!!!

[polarisjisung]

10:27 PM— park jisung x fem!reader

wc: 0.4k fluff

NOTES: jisung's been on my mind more than usual 🫠

It's comfortable. not just jisung's arms wrapped around you as you lay your head on his lap, but the atmosphere is comfortable.

the silence that you'd otherwise find awkward is a silence of mutual understanding and filled with care, despite the both of you wanting to share all the stories of the day you'd had, you sit and bask in the peaceful quietness, the sound that seems to absorb your fatigue and relax you better than anything else.

jisungs long fingers rake through your hair, braiding some parts that had slipped through your loose ponytail as you take his free hand into your own, tracing over the lines of his palm, and as he begins to hum to himself you find yourself leaning into his touch, the vibrations of the melody reaching you through his hands.

there's only one thing you love more than the hush living room you find yourself sat in now, and that's the way jisung's deep voice rings in your ears as he softly sings your favourite song to you.

"sung?" your eyes flutter open, meeting with his shiny one's, admittedly he seems a little tired, the red creeping in at the corners of his eye, but his gaze is full of life and promises, soft as he all too obviously scans over your features.

you can't help but blush when he does, despite being together for so long, it never got old— the butterflies rising in your stomach whenever jisung stared down at you with his pretty brown eyes.

"sing for me?"

and jisung would never say no, not to you, smiling down at you with that signature gummy smile you loved so much, as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear

"any song in particular?" he raises an eyebrow, eyes sparkling at you through his hair

"anything, just want to hear your voice" you're mumbling as you nuzzle into his chest, following his heartbeat.

to him this was when you looked the most beautiful

your hair falling over your face, your eyes drooping as you sleepily looked his way with your faded lipstick leaving a slight reddish tinge on your lips, a pair of glasses pushed up your nose as you clung to him, the only person who had the privilege of seeing just how gorgeous you were like this with your own arms wrapped around his waist.

moments like this, jisung wished, were moments he'd like to live forever, nothing else, no one else, just you in his arms, falling asleep to the sound of his voice.